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poster:Angelface posted:10:09 pm on Sep. 16, 2002 I really really hate this girl. Sure she’s doing me this enormous favor and she could have said no, but really – did she have to play it up this bad. This make-up is over the top even for her. “Dimitri, how nice to see you again.” “Hello Angelica. You look lovely.” I blushed. “Thank you. It was so nice of you to invite me. I am looking forward to the performance.” And the company. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?” Ugh. She’s still here. “Yeah Angie, aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?” I wish I could wipe that cheeky grin off her face. “Of course, how rude of me. Dimitri Sergetov this is my roommate, Annie Gallagher. Annie - Dimitri.” "It's nice to meet you, Dimitri. Now I know why I've been kicked out of my room for most of the day." She just had to put that in there, let him know I fretted over this evening all day, I sound pathetic. “Don’t you need to go? You are double parked.” "No need to worry about it, I actually need to ask Dimitri a few questions." “We shouldn’t keep you then. It was a pleasure to meet you.” Questions? Is she going to grill him, why would she do that? “We should get inside. We wouldn’t want to miss curtain.” If she ruins this for me, I will make her life a living hell. Of course Dimitri seems amused, "What sort of questions?" "Well, what time should I be back to pick Angie up?" I grit my teeth. She was going to play this for everything she could. "I can take the train back. I wouldn't want to inconvenience you any further." And while I normally wouldn't be caught dead on public transportation, it is better than the alternative. "Oh it wouldn't be a bother, and I couldn't risk something happening to you or your pretty little outfit." “Would 9 o’clock be acceptable?” Dimitri interjected surely clueing in on Annie’s barely disguised sarcasm. “I’d like to take Angelica for something to eat afterwards, so we can discuss the performance.” She quirked her eyebrow, if she says anything inappropriate I will kill her, no jury would convict me. "All right then, nine, where should I meet you if you're not staying here?" “I took the liberty of making reservations at Pietrasanta?” He blushed and it made him look even more handsome, if that was possible. “I remembered how much you like Italian.” I smiled at him. "That's sounds lovely.” And how thoughtful of him to remember. "And where exactly is this pie place?" Annie asked. I cringed. Pie place indeed. Dimitri took it in stride although we shared a pained glance. “47th and 9th. Only a few blocks from here. Would it be more convenient for us to meet you here?” "I wouldn't dream of making you two walk back here in the rain. I'll just pull up out front." And honk I'm sure. I really must talk to Father about this schooling decision of his. Maybe if I start to make it sound like she's rubbing off on me? "That sounds great," I said trying to end this conversation quickly, "Now we really must get going, we have to find out seats after all." "Oh of course, just one more thing. Petri, if you need help kidnapping her and selling her into white slavery, give me a call." With that she turned and headed back out into the rain. Dimitri shook his head. "What a strange girl.” “Indeed.” “Shall we?” he asked, offering me his arm. He passed the Annie patience test barely batting an eyelash. I took his arm, trying not to grin like a fool. He was handsome and considerate and just… wonderful. Even my freakish roommate was not going to ruin this.
Poster:Allison posted: 11:37 pm on Sep. 16, 2002 I left Angelica and her date feeling rather upbeat. It may be cruel and all, but generally I am glad she’s got a date, now she’s got her own boyfriend so she can stay away from mine. Boyfriend. MY boyfriend. As far as I know anyway, but still I can’t help but feel the need to bounce gleefully whenever I think of it. The drive back to the mansion seemed to take forever, and I’m sure it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I was only a tad bit eager to see him again. Of course when I finally got back inside the mansion, I couldn’t find anyone. It was five o’clock on a Sunday night, so there was no real reason for the mansion to seem so dead. Max and Sarah were having some sort of a date so I wouldn’t see them again until tomorrow. I saw Sam and Ms. Munroe talking in a corner, maybe they had some idea of what was going on. “Hey, have you guys seen Cammo?” I did my best not to sound pathetic. There was a look between the two I really didn’t like, and then Sam spoke up, “He’s on a mission.” I thought it was odd, normally he has these things scheduled ahead of time, like when he was supposed to be thrown out of a plane by Scott last night. “Oh. Well, then I guess I’ll have to find something else to do,” I turned to go. “I’m sure he’ll be fine,” Sam added. "Um... Well I’d hope so,” I said, a bit confused. Is it just me, or was that completely unnecessary? I was feeling a bit tetchy after that bizarre conversation, and when I picked up my book, back in my room, World War One just wasn’t holding me they way it had before. I was liking this book, but I couldn’t pay enough attention Paul Baumer and whatever he was up to this chapter. So I put down the book and made my way back downstairs to do what I did best, make friends with the chocoholics and enemies of those on diets. I’d bake to lose myself and all these paranoid feelings, because honestly I felt like an idiot for overreacting over nothing.
Poster:nacey posted: 3:34 pm on Sep. 17, 2002 God... she looked so good. She wore this cute fuzzy blue angora sweater, and black slacks. She wasn't a skinny kind of girl, but she was curved and nicely muscled in all the right girly places, and she drove me so crazy. I inhaled slowly, letting her scent wind through my sinuses and through my lungs. I opened my mouth a little, letting all of her sink into me. I lead her out onto the roof, and I wasn't sure if she knew where she was. She didn't say anything, and I was warmed to know she trusted me. (She didn't trust anyone, so that was saying something). When we got inside the greenhouse, I took off the jacket. The air was warm and humid (Storm had the place climate controlled for her african orchids). Sarah still wore the blindfold. "Do you feel it?" I asked her, lips close to her ear. "Mmm.. even warmer than the arboreaum." I grinned. "Exactly." I undid her blindfold and pulled it away. In front of her was a smallish table, dressed in fine Xavier linen, cute little napkins folded thanks to one of the younger students (I was just tearing holes in them with my claws) and empty wine glasses, plates, and a selection of knives and forks. "Surprise." She gasped. "Wow! You did all this? For me?" I shrugged and grinned, nodding. "Yeah well, Remy did the hard stuff, but I organised everything. Look!" I pointed to a stereo. "Hope you can handle some classical." "Classical sounds perfect." I wrinked my nose at her. "I made sure it hasn't got too much violin in it." I lifted a brow. "Pavarotti and Dame Joan Sutherland. My Mum loves the shit." "I appreciate the limited violin. I've caught myself considering breaking it over her head." I chuckled. "If you decide to do it, make sure you get me first to watch." "Promise I'll try, but you know me, I seem to realize what I'm doing two seconds after I've done it." "At least take a picture with the fucker dangling around her neck, okay?" I'd heard enough of that stupid thing when I was decently trying to make love to Sarah. Bleh. She laughed. "We may not have to worry about it. I think Annie might 'lose' her for us in New York tonight." "Oh goody!" I pulled out a chair for her and motioned for her to get her lovely bottom down into the chair. "It looks like you spent all day on this." "Mmmmm no," I said, sitting across from her and laying down the plates of food from the trolley. "Remy spent all day on it. I just made sure everything looked nice when it was set out." I pointed to the cutlery as she looked a little alarmed at it. "Outside to inside, babe." The plate I first put out was the entree, the crawfish boulettes and the salad. "There we go. Uhm... those round things are crawfish covered in breadcrumbs, and the salad has uhm..." I winced to her. "Goat cheese. It tastes okay, but I don't know how you feel about it." I shrugged. "Feel free to leave it on your plate, cause I know it's an odd dish." I snorted. "They'll eat anything in New Orleans." She gave me a raised eyebrow. "I eat anything. You can't imagine what shows up at mess in some schools. I've learned just not to ask." I pursed my lips with a smile and shrugged. "Okay. Just feel free to shove something aside if you don't like it." She took a curious bite and smiled. "Did you see the Angraecum magdalenae? It just came into bloom yesterday," she said pointing at a small white flower tucked below a plant with thes big ass green leaves. I blinked, looking over my shoulder. "You know the names of these things?" "Of course. I take care of them." She jumped up grabbing my hand. "Ooh you gotta see this one. It's very rare." "Oh yeah..." I let her guide me over to the plant in question. "Isn't that beautiful? We had to set the pot on fire to make it grow." She glanced back at me. "No way... why's that?" "Like sequoias and stuff they need heat to start the reproduction process. It's so the seeds will have an open space to sprout in and enough food." "Ohhh, okay." I looked to her. "How'd you get into this stuff?" "My mother kept them. Lots of them." "Oh..." Didn't know what to say to the mention of her mother. I thought it was better I not delve into it. I looked down to the plant we were in front of. It really was rather beautiful. "But Ms. Munroe has species I've only ever seen in books," she added. I smiled. "Well, considering her paycheck, I'm not surprised." "And connections." She stopped nad looked at me a bit sheepishly. "I interrupted dinner, I'm sorry." "It's okay. Let's eat it before the boulettes get cold!" Sarah seemed to like the food, which was a huge relief, but knowing her, if she hated it she wouldn't have let me know. I was wondering how hard it would be to deprogramme her from some of the ridiculous stuff the army drummed into her. Considering how stubborn she was, I figured it probably wouldn't be worth the hassle. ~~~~~ Sorry to cut short, but I am SO tired, and it's 2am and I just want to sleep.
Poster:Jen posted:5:06 pm on Sep. 19, 2002 Max and Sarah approached warily as the sounds of clanging bowls and Annie’s familiar off-key singing emanated from the kitchen. Standing in the doorway, they watched Annie in her baking frenzy. Flour, chocolate and eggs were everywhere as she buzzed about the kitchen. “You sure you want to do this?” Max asked, wincing as Annie tossed an eggshell over her shoulder shouting ‘three points’ as it landed in the trash. “I’m not so sure it’s safe.” “Oh big bad X-Men in training. Wimps – all of you, I say,” Annie called out grinning. “I didn’t expect to see you two again tonight,” she said, waggling her eyebrows suggestively. “Hear you – yes. See you – no.” “Very funny Sarah said, plunking the dishes down in the sink. “And before you ask – we’re going to his room.” “And for that I thank you.” Annie retrieved some cookies from the oven. “What did you two do anyway?” “Max arranged dinner for us in the greenhouse,” Sarah said squirting in the dish soap and beginning to scrub. “Remy is a fantastic cook. Then I showed Max the orchids before my compulsion about leaving dirty dishes got the best of me.” Annie picked up a whisk and began attacking the mixture in the bowl. “Sounds like fun.” “I’m surprised to see you. I figured you’d take Cameron with you into New York.” She bit down on her lip and whisked faster. “He’s on a mission.” Max cocked his head to one side, listening. “Not anymore. That’s the Blackbird.” Annie perked up. “It’s here?” Sarah grinned. “Isn’t that your cue to go running in slow motion down to the hanger?” Annie scoffed, “I wouldn’t do that. I don’t know where it is.” Max snagged a warm cookie from the cooling rack, barely avoiding Annie’s spatula. “By the time you’re finished here, he’ll be up.” “And clean,” Sarah said shuddering. “Those uniforms look great, but dang they trap the stink.” Not long after Max had heard the sound of the Blackbird, Jubilee came rushing into the kitchen, ignoring them all, her hair wild, blood trickling down one side of her face and her hands shaking. She headed straight for the liquor cabinet, grabbing a bottle of cooking brandy and yanking off the lid. "Fucking crazy," she muttered, shaking her head, tears in her eyes. "They're all fucking crazy." Sarah was sure her horrified expression matched everyone else’s. “What the hell happened?” Jubilee threw a hand up, the thing still shaking, tears spilling down her face. "Fucking Armageddon man. Fucking Armageddon." She seemed to be repeating everything, and it was a very rare thing to see Jubilee in this state - even rarer seeing her cry. "Mutant against mutant, man. That bitch Frost has a lot to fucking answer for." She winced, rubbing her head, gripping her hair in utter rage. "Fucking bitch!" “Is Cassie ok? Did you bring her back?” Jubilee took a swig of the brandy, silent for a moment as if savouring it - or trying to keep control. "She's fine. Fine. Unconscious, but fine." Tears tumbled down her face. "Everyone else? Fuck no." She paused, cradling her forehead in her hand and sliding down the cupboards behind her to the floor. "God I'm so tired..." Annie white-knuckled the whisk and stopped beating. “Cameron?” she asked, voice quavering. Jubilee looked up at Annie, shaking her head. "Oh babe... oh babe..." She sniffled, wincing again. "I'm sorry..." A sob wracked her chest. "He-he's in emergency..." Annie's face crumpled, and she threw a spoon across the kitchen, "Dammit NO!" Sarah deftly avoided the flying spoon and looked to Max. He grimaced and pushed away from the wall. “I’ll go down and check on him.” Annie looked like she was going to fall apart, her voice wavered, "Can.. can I..." “Are you sure? It can be a bit… ugly down there.” She wiped at her eyes, "I just, I need to." “OK, come on. Sare-” Max looked to Jubilee still sobbing on the floor, blubbering about Remy having his arm broken. “Go on. I can handle this.” “Thanks babe,” he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and hurried off. Praying things weren’t as bad as he was afraid of.
Poster:Allison posted:4:32 am on Sep. 20, 2002 I walked along side Max doing my best to get myself under control. So far the sniffling had stopped but I'm starting to feel like I'm going to throw up. Jubilee said he was in emergency; that doesn't have to mean he's really bad off… Right? Max stopped outside the door, "Are you sure you want to go in there?" "I can't not go in, I have to…" I felt my lip tremble, my control was going to be shot again. He nodded and said, “I’m sure he’ll be fine, I’ve seen him come back from more scrapes than I can count.” I nodded dumbly, hoping, no praying he was right. I needed him to be right. The door slid open; the sight it revealed was… Let's just say that the word disaster doesn't give you the same feel for what we saw. Remy was sitting off on the side, gingerly holding his arm, St. John and Bobby both looked in desperate need of stitches. Rogue and Wolverine appeared unscathed but their uniforms were torn in several places. Finally my eyes settled on Cameron. Tubes, so many tubes. The one I was least glad to see was the one shoved down his throat. My breath started to hitch, "Cam…" I had to grab Max’s arm for a minute to steady myself, I was getting a few sympathetic looks from those around me. Max squeezed my shoulder, spurring me forward. Hank and Dr. Grey were attending to the other X-men so neither of them stopped me when I sat down next to Cameron. He was motionless with the exception of the rise and fall of his chest, assisted by the machine next to him. It looked so wrong, like this wasn’t actually Cammo, just some bad replica, or mirage. I placed my hand on his forearm, were there were no bandages, bruises or medical equipment. I felt the tears in my eyes well and fall down my cheeks, Max’s hand rested on my shoulder. I’m not sure how long I sat there sniffling and listening to the machine that goes ping tell me his heart was still beating. I felt numb all over, except where my hand rested on his skin. When I happened to glance up at the clock on the wall I swore, stood and wiped the tears from my eyes. When I tried to move past Max, he stopped me, “Where’re you going?” “I have to go pick up Angelica.” "I'll come with you," he said. I nodded, “I guess Angelica will have to cram into the back seat.” We walked out of the lab, I took one last look at Cammo, and clenched my hands at my sides. The sooner we got back the better. I was half way to the nearest exit when Max stopped me, “An, don’t you think you might need some shoes?” I looked down at the slipper socks I had changed into earlier, “Dammit.” I raced back to the room and quickly slid on my shoes, grabbing a sweatshirt off my door, the jacket from earlier had been to dry to continue wearing. Only slightly out of breath I met Max downstairs and we dashed out to my car, avoiding the rain as much as we could. I didn’t waste any time starting up the car and pulling out on to the driveway. I only vaguely noticed when Max turned down the volume on the stereo, his hearing being heightened and all that, I couldn’t blame him for not wanting to listen to The Blasters as high as I had had it. I shot down the road leading away from the mansion, trying to keep my speed only a little higher than the limit. Now all I had to do was remember where the damn place was. (Edited by Allison at 12:34 am on Sep. 20, 2002)
Poster:Amezri posted:7:27 pm on Sep. 20, 2002 Emma Frost seethed quietly in her office. Xavier had beaten her once again. She was tiring of losing. /It could be worse. I could be Magneto,/ she mused. It was time to recruit and regroup. Next time she would not be defeated. ~~~~ Cassie was swimming in her own mind. Through the dark haze of her unconscious, she could hear muffled sounds and even the slightest sensation of movement. She could still feel Emma's presence tugging ever so slightly at the back of her mind, but her own thoughts were clearer now. She was aware of everything Emma made her do to her friends and now that she was free from her influence, she wasn't sure if she wanted to wake up and face all of them. /It's quiet here. I think I'll just stay for a while./ ~~~~ Kurt sat silently by the cold, metal "bed" that Cassie was laid upon. He had held her close the entire flight home, afraid that if he let go she would slip away. Now he held her hand tightly, hoping that she would wake up soon.
Poster:nacey posted:3:22 am on Sep. 21, 2002 Annie was driving like a maniac. The hairs all over my body were standing up on end, and I fought not to dig my claws into the dashboard. I cleared my throat, trying to speak through thoroughly gritted teeth. "Uhm... Annie? Don't you think you should slow down... just a touch?" "The faster we get there the faster we get back." I winced. "How is being in a head-on car collision going to get us back to the Mansion any faster?" "I'm in my lane, if everyone just stays the hell out of my way it will all be good." To her credit the spedometer had dipped... Slightly. "Well... don't blame me if I put holes in your finish," I said, looking to the claws firmly embedded in the dash. She slowed down remarkably, "You harm the car and you're walking back." I pulled my claws from the dash in relief and sighed. "Sorry... I couldn't help it..." I felt myself blushing. "Just not the car, ok?" I sighed, sinking in my chair, wishing that I wasn't existing at this moment in time. I was worried about Cammo too, but with all honesty, I couldn't have been worrying as much as poor Annie was now. Simple thing was - I've seen Cammo come out of a lot of hard scrapes. I've seen team members recover from the darndest things. And... I've seen them die from them too. Sometimes it only took a little knock in the wrong place, and they were gone. Cammo was strong though, Cammo was a measure of fitness. He made me look like a right pussy. Erm... yeah. One thing kept haunting me though. I'd never seen him like he had been in that emergency room. Never that pale.
Poster:Allison posted:11:13 pm on Sep. 21, 2002 Whoops, this is ANGELICA: The evening so far had been enchanting, the music was wonderful, Dimitri was delightful and dinner was phenomenal. It was absolutely perfect. Which is why I don’t know why I was so surprised when Annie came stomping into the restaurant. The maitre’d did do his best to keep her out but she stormed past him. “Get up we’re going,” she said when she came to our table. “Are you a complete simpleton or do you act this way especially for me?” I asked. She didn’t respond to that she only continued, “You have three minutes to say good night to Russia. Otherwise I’m leaving and you can find your own damn way home.” She had me seeing red. "Dimitri, I apologize for her behavior. She has no manners." Annie hissed, “The clock is ticking, Princess.” Dimitri smiled apologetically, "I've had a nice time. May I call you again?" Annie rolled her eyes but I just had to smile back. “Of course, perhaps next time you can pick me up.” "It'd be a pleasure," Dimitri said, standing. "We shouldn't keep your friend waiting." “Oh I wouldn’t call her a friend, per se…” “No, but I am your ride.” Annie cut in. She can't possibly get any ruder. I bid Dimitri good night and followed her out to the car and became seriously worried about my safety. That fear only increased when I saw Max sitting in the front seat, analyzing the dash. “What is he doing here?” "He's sitting, now get in." I eyed the occupied front seat and what laughably might be called a back seat. Of course Max wasn't making any move to open a door or offer me his seat. "Where am I supposed to sit?" She pointed, “In the back. There are seatbelts.” "I'll ruin my dress getting crammed in like that." Her eyes flashed, “Tell someone who gives a flying fuck.” I blinked. Annie was always rude, but the foul language was new. I went ahead and wedged myself into the back seat glaring daggers at the two heathen in the front seat as Annie sped off with total disregard for speed limits and the rules of the road. I think she may have a future as a cabbie in this town. Max finally spoke up, “Um An, remember that conversation we had before, about speed and your dash…” To my surprise Annie did indeed slow down. She still zipped in and out of traffic, but even that stopped when Max dug his claws into her dash again. Interesting. There is something that will get her attention. That might be useful. “Annie I know you’re worried, but he’ll still be there even if we get home five minutes later.” "You positive about that?" Annie asked. I didn't know what was going on, but Annie sounded like she was going to cry. Max reached over and squeezed her shoulder, “Absolutely.” “Will someone please tell me what is going on?” Max sighed. "Cameron got hurt trying to bring Cassie home." I heard Annie mumble, “So damn many tubes…” Tubes? That sounds quite serious. No wonder she's even less pleasant than usual. I suppose I should be quite grateful she didn't just strand me at the restaurant. “Is... Is it bad?” I asked, concerned. Annie began to speed up again… I suppose that’s my answer. Max turned and said, "He'll be fine. He's been through worse," but I don't think he believed a word of it. In the review mirror I saw Annie bite her lip and nod, as if willing herself to believe the words Max didn’t. I felt sorry for her, I really did. "If Dr. Grey or The Professor says it’s ok; I'll go down and play for him when we get back." Annie shrugged, "I guess, if it didn't bother him while he was conscious why would it now?" "If you'd rather see him in pain, I won't bother." “How would Vivaldi’s 73rd concerto help him?” she snapped. 73rd, indeed. "You have rubber limbs. I can heal with my music." I bit my lip. The last time I used my 'gift' I spent almost a week in bed myself. Hopefully Cameron isn't as sick as Traci was. “They aren’t rubber they’re… “Her eyes glanced back at me in the mirror, “Do you really think that would work?” I shrugged. "It should. Unless he's sick because another mutant is interfering or he doesn't want to get better." This seemed to cheer her up and the rest of the trip home she actually drove the limit, I only hoped I could deliver. (Edited by Allison at 7:13 pm on Sep. 21, 2002)
Poster:Jen posted:11:47 am on Sep. 22, 2002 I guess Max and I aren’t intended to have a nice normal evening in this lifetime. Nah... this was just bad timing. Things’ll be better next time. I refuse to listen to the little voice that say this is going to be normal for us. Just refuse. ~~~~~~ I’d heard Annie’s treats were quite good and with the mess she created in making them they ought to be. A mess I needed to deal with along with Jubilee. She seemed content enough for the moment with her bottle and the bleeding seemed to have stopped so I let her stay on the floor and drink and mutter as I continued washing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen. I made appropriate comments when she’d rant and rave and make dire threats against the Frost woman. I assume they were appropriate – she didn’t start screaming at me or crying uncontrollably as I agreed that yes Frost needed to die… and yes, it should be painful… and no drawing and quartering didn’t seem like overkill at all. I wrapped up the unused cookie dough and put it in the refrigerator. There was no way on God’s green earth I was going to attempt to finish making those cookies. I doubt The Professor would appreciate me burning down the house on top of everything else going on tonight. I checked around and assured that the kitchen was secured turned to my other task of the evening. “Come on Jubes, let’s get you cleaned up.” She was actually more docile than I expected. Although the bottle of rum may have had something to do with how easily I got her into the shower, clean clothes and then into bed. The cut on her head wasn’t bad at all; a band-aid and some Neosporin took care of it easily, but given the bruises on her, she was going to be awfully sore in the morning. If she looked like this and was walking around, I didn’t even want to think what the others looked like, but I should go check on Cassie. I know her; she’s going to feel so guilty that people got hurt bringing her home. Guilty, or pissed beyond belief that they didn’t just leave well enough alone. That will wait until Max gets back because my dammed codes for the lower levels still don’t work. Grr... I am so glad Mr. Logan has returned so I can get my Danger Room and firing range privileges back. Much more of this and I was going to go nuts. I grabbed a bucket and scrub brush from the hall closet. The little ones didn’t need to see the blood and dirt the X-Men tracked up here when they get up in the morning. Besides, I need something constructive to do. (Edited by Jen at 11:51 am on Sep. 22, 2002) (Edited by Jen at 2:32 pm on Sep. 22, 2002)
Poster:Allison posted:9:22 pm on Sep. 22, 2002 Angelica had gone up to change out of her fancy clothes and talk to the Professor, and Max probably went off to find Sarah. I just headed straight to the lab, I needed to reconfirm the fact that he was still there. It was a lot quieter than it had been earlier; all the X-men had been cleaned up and sent to bed, except Cam. Well, Cassie was on the other side of the room, and Kurt was sitting with her. I plopped into a chair next to Cammo; I couldn’t handle the eerie silence so I began talking to him. “Hey, you, I don’t know what you were thinking about this whole jumping into a big ol’ fight. I wouldn’t have had that much of a problem with it if you had come back ok… But this,” I waved to the hospital bed table this, “-this we are going to have words about mister.” I reached over and tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear, “No one really told me what happened yet, which I suppose is a good thing, I’d probably drive down to Boston and fail miserably trying to cause pain to the bastards that did this to you. “On the upside, Angelica thinks she might be able to help. She can heal other people with her violin, and if they say its ok she’s gonna try it on you. She said it won’t work if another mutant’s interfering or you don’t want to get better. But that’s not you right? You want to wake up and get better, don’t’cha,” I squeezed his upper arm. “I figure I can handle a bit of violin if it’ll make you better, do you think she knows that song from Lady and the Tramp? I like that song…” I glanced around, “This place needs some magazines down here, so I could figure out if I was a summer, or a winter and what color of eye shadow would ‘bring out my eyes’. That always bugs me when people use that saying. Your eyes are the color they are, sometimes it looks like it changes in the light but really the color is etched into your DNA, no matter what shirt or brand of make up you wear. “My eyes are brown, my cat has yellowy green and you’ve got that pretty shade of blue, all deep and sparkly. I really wouldn’t mind seeing those again sometime soon, hint, hint.” Something caught my eye, “Hey, they took your earring out, or maybe you did… or maybe it fell.” It looked wrong with out the always present little gold hoop, it was jut bare. So I reached back into my ear and grabbed one my earrings, popping it out, swiping it off and putting it into the little hole in his ear. It wasn’t gold or a hoop, it was a silver cactus, but still it’s the thought that counts right? I placed a quick kiss on top of his head before leaning back in my chair. I was all talked out; I just sat their watching and waiting for Angelica and the Professor. (Edited by Allison at 5:33 pm on Sep. 22, 2002)
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