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[Innocent Lamb]

₪мЄlαηĭЄ ßαŧЄs₪

Friends are siblings that God forgot to give us.

Mel couldn't seen to jog fast enough for her poodle's liking. Rose ran ahead of her on the footpath, somehow knowing exactly where they were going. The leash was pulled taut between Melanie's hand and her dog's collar and still Rose pulled her on. With a exasperated sigh Melly picked up the pace, now running side by said with her dog. Her converses punded the pavement as she ran and she was struggling to hear the words to the song her iPod was playing over the sound. In a few minutes she was at the park and she slowed to a walk despite her baby's protests. She spotted the familar figure of her best friend sitting along at the swing set and walked over the lush green grass towards her. "Morning," she said when she had gotten close enough for Gabby to hear her. She sat down the the free, black rubber swing beside her but didn't push herself of the ground. Rose sat obediently on the ground in front of her, her pink tongue hanging out of her mouth.

Melanie loved spending time with her homosexual best friend more than anything else in the world, and even though they had seen eachother yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, at school -their first week in year 11 - she had still wanted to hang out with her today. It had never bothered Mel that her friend was homosexual...well, maybe it had at first, since it had been such a shock, but now she was perfectly fine with it, sometimes even forgetting about Gabby's sexual orientation. She turned her head towards her best friend, tucking the loose strands of brown hair behind her ear and smiling.

[Innocent Lamb]

■Ρίσŧѓ Řąsρμŧίη■

I want to be with you forever...

Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr Piotr

...but sometimes things get in the way of what we want.

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♣Ķąŧħėѓĭŋė Pѓŷđė♣

Hands in the mirror, can't get much clearer, can't make this all go away.

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Now that your bleeding, you stare at the ceiling, and watch as it all fades away.

♣Šħąđøwċąŧ♣

╙Ĵŏħʼn Ăŀŀėŕđŷċė╝

We're going till the world stops turning...

John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John

...while we burn it to the ground tonight.

╚Prŷŕŏ╝

[Innocent Lamb]

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I ♥ Fire

We're going off tonight to kick out every light
Take anything that we want, drink everything in sight
We're going till the world stops turning
While we burn it to the ground tonight

Online/Offline/Away

I ♥ Fire says: Blah blah blah.


~

Pryde of the X-Men

Well I'd hope that since we're here anyway
That we could end up saying
Things we've always needed to say
So we could end up staying
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let's rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror

Online/Offline/Away

Pryde of the X-Men says: Blah blah blah.


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Tin Man

It's too bad, it's stupid
Too late, so wrong, so long
It's too bad that we had no time to rewind
Let's walk, let's talk
Let's talk

Online/Offline/Away

Tin Man says: Blah blah blah.

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[Innocent Lamb]

₪мЄlαηĭЄ ßαŧЄs₪

Friends are siblings that God forgot to give us.

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[Innocent Lamb]

ÐαмĭЄη ßαŧЄs

Peace of mind is a mental condition in which you have accepted the worst.

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[Innocent Lamb]

₪мЄlαηĭЄ ßαŧЄs₪

Friends are siblings that God forgot to give us.

When Melanie felt a slight tugging in her hand she looked towards her dog, who had climbed to her feet when Elliot had approached. She smiled brightly up at Elliot, just being polite. She knew Elliot from the many times he had come over to hang out with her older brother, he was nice but she had never thought of him as more than that. "Hey," she chimed her greeting, her smile widening when he fluffed up his hair. She casually crossed her right ankle over her left, swinging back at forth on the swing without taking her feet off the ground. "Umm..." she sounded when he asked where Damien was, "When I left he was still in bed. He's probably dress and working on his car now," she told the boy, turning to Gabby and grimacing when she mentioned the car. Damien's white porsche was to him what Rose was to her, his baby. If he wasn't driving it he was under it, if he wasn't under it he was sitting in it and listening to the radio, and if he wasn't doing that he was slouched on the hood. Mel knew less than most about cars so she didn't understand why her brother was so obsessed over his.

Mel figured that Elliot just wanted to know where her brother was so he could go find him and hang out, she didn't think anything about the way he had stuttered before saying hi to her when he hadn't for Gabby or the way he had said her full name instead of just calling her Mel or Melly as other people she knew did. As she waited for him to speak again she reached back behind her head with the hand that wasn't holding Rose's leash and wrapped it around her pony tail before pulling it over her shoulder.

[Innocent Lamb]

ÐαмĭЄη ßαŧЄs

Peace of mind is a mental condition in which you have accepted the worst.

As his little sister had predicted Damien was out the front under his white porsche which sat in the driveway of their house. He was dressed in a pair of old jeans and a plain white shirt which had been clean when he had put it on but was now covered in grease. He was lying on one of those plastic, red, scateboard-like things that made it easier to get in and out from under his car. As he rolled out from under the car and replaced a spanner into his dark blue tool box he grabbed up a dirty white rag and wiped his oil stained hands on it before picking up another tool and sliding back under the auto mobile. Damien loved working on his car, it was his favourite past time, even better than football. His parents had gotten him the car for his eighteenth birthday and from then on every spare moment of his time since was spent under it, in it or driving it. After his sister, Melanie, had left home this morning he had gotten out of bed and showered before going outside and straight to his car.

[Innocent Lamb]

₪мЄlαηĭЄ ßαŧЄs₪

Friends are siblings that God forgot to give us.

Mel laughed when Gabby mouthed that her brother needed a girlfriend, she knew it was true. It wasn't nearly lunchtime yet but Melly would have agreed to go to the cafe with Gabrielle anyway, heck, she would have agreed to go to the end of the Earth with her best friend. She laughed as she was told that she had no say in the matter and kept on laughing as Gabby pulled her to the centre of town, Rose bounded along beside the two best friends, barking happily. The town was loud and busy like the park was quiet and peaceful, people mulled about near cafes or on benches, talking with their friends. As Melly was left to walk on her own she linked her free arm with her best friend, her toy poodle trotting along on her other side.

Most of the cafes in town were dog friendly - as long as the dogs were on leashes though - and wouldn't have minded the little, fluffy, white poodle sitting on the ground at the table, as long as it didn't make a mess, but if the new cafe Gabby had in mind didn't allow dogs inside that wouldn't bother Melly, she wouldn't mind tying Rose's leash to a bench or pole, as long as she could see her baby from where she sat. Mel had heard of the new cafe's opening, taking the place of the little junk shop that had gone out of business, but she hadn't been there yet or even seen it from the outside. "So, are we going to wait till lunch or is this going to be more of a brunch thing?" she asked her best friend curiously, wondering whether they were going to go straight to the cafe or if they were just going to wander around for a bit first.

[Innocent Lamb]

ÐαмĭЄη ßαŧЄs

Peace of mind is a mental condition in which you have accepted the worst.

"Yep," Damien answered, beaming a his friend, not acting at all like it had been obvious, and therefore, a stupid question. "If only it could kiss me back.." he mused, the corners of his eyes crinkled up bemusedly.He swung his legs inside the car so his back wasn't to his friend. At the mention of Kathleen Damien smiled, bu he was quick to cover it up. He had been crushing on Kathleen since year nine, hardly even looking at any other girl, but she had never really paid him any attention. He didn't feel like talking about her today though, not even with Elliot. He chuckled as his friend crawled into the back seat and let out a dramatic sigh, "You're not going to fall asleep on me are you? I can carry Melly inside when she's asleep, but you'd be another matter entirely," he teased.

[Innocent Lamb]

♣Ķąŧħėѓĭŋė Pѓŷđė♣

Hands in the mirror, can't get much clearer, can't make this all go away.

Kitty's eyes burst open when she heard Jean, she tried to stand so she could get rid of the evidence but she was too slow. She only struggled against Jean for a second as she tried to wrap her hands. She hated that she had let Jean see her like that, especially when she hadn't wanted anyone too. She felt horribly about what she had done, not only because she had been caught but also because of what had lead her to do it in the first place. 'Stupid John.' she thought angrily, hoping the Professor wouldn't hear, 'If I ever see him again he's dead!'

Now that your bleeding, you stare at the ceiling, and watch as it all fades away.

♣Šħąđøwċąŧ♣

■Ρίσŧѓ Řąsρμŧίη■

I want to be with you forever...

"Thats alright, Professor," Peter had said, going into the disabled headmaster's office as he held open the door. He had been making for the chair opposite the desk in the centre of the room when Charles said the two words he never wanted to hear when that expression was also in place. A million and one scenarios of what could have happened to Kitty plagued his mind, threatening to send him insane. "What's happened?" he asked quickly, struggling to maintain a professional point of view while his heart was pounding away in his chest. Hewas right behind the Professor as he wheeled himself towards the door, ready to run for it as soon as he found out where Kitty was.

...but sometimes things get in the way of what we want.

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♣Ķąŧħėѓĭŋė Pѓŷđė♣

Hands in the mirror, can't get much clearer, can't make this all go away.

Kitty yanked her hands away from Jean and jumped to her feet - without even having to use her hands to help herself up off the ground - when she heard the girl in the doorway scream. Her's eyes widened as she saw the hodded figure. 'What the hell?!' was her first and only thought before she switched from Kitty-the-teenage-girl mode into ShadowCat-the-X-Men mode. As the cloaked stranger threw the girl back into the main part of the medical wing ShadowCat swallowed her fear and tried to get control of her breathing so she'd be able to phase, the pain in her hands was all but forgotten for the moment. She watched as the intruder charged Jean and flipped her over her shoulder so she went crashing into the ground before making her move, diving forward at the figure and phasing them both through the floor as soon as she had touched her.

Now that your bleeding, you stare at the ceiling, and watch as it all fades away.

♣Šħąđøwċąŧ♣

[Innocent Lamb]

ÐαмĭЄη ßαŧЄs

Peace of mind is a mental condition in which you have accepted the worst.

Damien fidled with the dial for the radio as he waited for Elliot to say something in response to what he had just said. He smirked at what Elliot said and when he heard the tell tale sound of his friend popping the gum bubble he had just blown he twisted in his seat, checking over his baby's interior for any sign on the strawberry gum. Luckily he couldn't see anything that shouldn't have been there. Damien couldn't help but smile when he heard the part about his baby sister, it was easy to tell that Elliot liked her, and unlike most older brothers he didn't mind the idea of the two dating, he doubted Elliot would ever get up the courage to ask her out anyway though. He stiffled a laugh when his friend mentioned that his mum had fired one of their maids. Everyone knew that Elliot was wealthy, he lived in the biggest, most expensive house in town and had a couple of house maids to boot. "What for?" he asked, casually drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.

[Innocent Lamb]

♣Ķąŧħėѓĭŋė Pѓŷđė♣

Hands in the mirror, can't get much clearer, can't make this all go away.

Kitty gasped - giving the intruder the window of opertunity to strike at her that had been hoped for - for air when she realized she was neither phasing through the floor of the medical wing or had landed on the floor of whatever room was under that. She stumbled to the side when her feet touched back down on the ground after being shadow jumped, but she didn't fall, only taking a few seconds to get her balance.

Now that your bleeding, you stare at the ceiling, and watch as it all fades away.

♣Šħąđøwċąŧ♣

■Ρίσŧѓ Řąsρμŧίη■

I want to be with you forever...

Piotr frowned at what Charles had said, he didn't like the idea of anyone altering Kitten's memories, even if they were bad ones. His crevices on his forhead only deepened when he was informed that Jean wasn't responding to any of the Professor's telekinetic calls. "Will do," he answered before darting around the elder mutant and out into the hallway, taking off down the halls. The big Russian mutant was graceful and fast on his feet despite his bulk and was down in the medical wing very quickly. He had started searching around the room when he could see no sign of anyone down there, looking for both Jean and Kitty. When he came across Mitchell's limp body he hoisted her up into his muscular arms before putting her back down on one of the medical beds. He was relieved when Storm entered the room, glad to have another helping hand to sort through the chaos. When she called the red-haired mutants name and got an answer he mentally cursed himself for not thinking of that. He followed Ororo into the small bathroom, wincing when he saw the blood on the floor, praying it wasn't Kitty's.

Peter cursed out loud when Jean explained what had happened to Kitty, angry at himself for going off to his room instead of staying down there with her. Maybe he would have been able to prevent her doing thatto herself if he had been there, but a part of his mind told him that he may not have been, reminding him how determined Kitty could get. When he heard about the hooded stranger the mutant frowned yet again, wondering how the Professor hadn't known his institute had been invaded. He ran both hands through his dark hair thoughtfully, trying to decided what to do. He made up his mind quickly, seeing as it involved the young X-Men who he was in love with. "You right here, Storm?" he asked, though it was more of a statement of fact then a question. "I'm gonna go see if I can find Kitty," he informed both women before dashing out of the room. 'Professor,' he thought, 'The mansion's under attack,' he relayed everything he had learnt from Jean to the telepathic older mutant as he ran.

...but sometimes things get in the way of what we want.

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╙Ĵŏħʼn Ăŀŀėŕđŷċė╝

We're going till the world stops turning...

John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John John

...while we burn it to the ground tonight.

╚Prŷŕŏ╝

[Innocent Lamb]

"Never use a door when you can make one on your own,"

Katherine Pryde lay awake in her bed, staring up at the ceiling with her arms folded behind her head, her knees bent and pointing to the roof, and her iPod's earbuds sitting securly in her double-pierced ears. Her long, brown, wavy hair fell like a chocolate waterfall over the white pillowcase. She had spent many nights like this after the big event on Alcatraz Island, unable to sleep, and, despite what she told herself, her relation ship with Robert Drake was not helping matters. Sure she had liked him for years before Rogue's decision to take the cure, but to her she would always be the Rogue-cast-off, the one Bobby turned to when he could no longer be with Rogue, whereas Rogue had been the trophy she was only the ribbon for second place. The only thing that kept her sane these days was dancing, that and the frequent visits to the Danger Room. The music coming out of the earbuds was starting to give her a headache, especially when all she could think about was the dance moves she would do to each beat.

With an exasperated mix between a groan and a sigh the youngest of the X-Men turned off her iPod and roughly yanked the earbuds out of ther ears before tossing the electronic devise to the end of the bed and throwing the covers off her lithe body, exposing her light pink nightie and long, fluffy toe socks. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. She let her body revert to what Professor Xavier had said was her normal state, the one where her molecules lined up with anything she was touching and let her phase though it. She sunk through the carpetted floor of her bedroom and landed lightly on the balls of her sick-covered feet in the kitchen below where Storm happened to be sitting. There was a reason she had chosen to move from her old room to that one. "Hey," she said quietly in the way of greeting to the older female mutant, not bothering to pretend she had phased through the floor by accident or just woken up as her and Ororo had spent many sleepless nights together in the kitchen. She ran a hand through her slightly ruffled hair, straightening out the kinks, before walking across the room to the cupboard so she could make herself some hot chocolate.

"What's'a matter, you never seen a teen-age all-American ghost before?"

[Innocent Lamb]

♣Ķąŧħėѓĭŋė Pѓŷđė♣

Hands in the mirror, can't get much clearer, can't make this all go away.

The tiny breath of air Kitty had managed to get into her lungs left in a hurry as she was punched in the stomach, she insinctively doubled over, her bandaged hands clutching at her abdonmen. The youngest X-Men had never been much of a fighter, mainly because she relied so heavily of her ability to phase, like Logan relied on his adimantium skeleton and his ability to heal himself. But unlike Logan she had never been in a real fight, only the simulation ones in the Danger Room. If she held her breath for even a second and let the Earth rotate on it's axis under her she would have ended up outside the building, holding oxygen in her lungs for five seconds would have gotten her miles away, unfortunately her mutant ability was pretty much useless when she couldn't breath, and at that moment her breath was coming in such ragged and uneven breaths, due to the pain in her stomach, that she couldn't even consider phasing. Thus the kick aimed at her forehead hit the mark, causing her head to whip back as far as her neck would allow and her feet to send her stumbling backwards a few steps.

Now that your bleeding, you stare at the ceiling, and watch as it all fades away.

♣Šħąđøwċąŧ♣

■Ρίσŧѓ Řąsρμŧίη■

I want to be with you forever...

The Russian mutant couldn't have cared less for his own safety as he charged off to find stairs that lead to the basement, his determination to get to Kitty denied even Ororo's voice demanding that he be careful. He was grateful that she was coming though, as he doubted he would let up in slaughtering whoever had infiltrated the mansion if there was so much of a scratch of his beloved. With Ororo there he figured she might be able to keep him sane enough that he wouldn't end up bashing the culprit to a pulp. As he heard the alarms sounding he quickened his pace, his feet falling heavily on the floor as he ran as if for his own life. He breathed out a sigh of relief as he came across a set of stairs leading downwards. The sounds coming from below made it clear that there was some kind of fight going on and he winced, picturing the tiny brunette that he was in love with going up against someone who wished her dead.

...but sometimes things get in the way of what we want.

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[Innocent Lamb]

"Never use a door when you can make one on your own,"

Kitty turned around when she heard the back door opened, smiling and giving a small wave to Gabriel as he went through the kitchen, she barely knew the guy but he was clearly a nice person, and you didn't find many of those around anymore. "Nope," Kitty replied to Ororo's question, shaking her head. She turned back to the counter and picked up the mug of hot choclate, carrying it over to the round table in the middle of the room and setting it down in the place opposite Ororo before sitting down herself. Even though Kitty wore very little she hardly felt the chill, everything was cold nowadays and she had gotten used to it. "I dunno," she sighed, her hands around the warm mug as she leant over the table, "Lots of stuff. Bits and pieces of everything," she elaborated, not mentioning that most of the 'bits and pieces' were about Alcatraz and the few things that had occured before it - like the Professor and Scott's deaths and Rogue's decision to take the cure - just like they were every night, whic she always failed to admit to the older mutant. It wasn't that she didn't want to tell Ororo, or because she didn't trust her enough to tell her, it was because the headmistress already had enough to worry about, she didn't need Kitty's problems on her shoulders too.

She followed Ororo's gaze up up to the ceiling, frowning when she couldn't work out what she was looking at or listening to. 'Must be a teacher thing,' Kitty figured with a shrug, turning her attention back to the steaming brown liquid in the green mug in her hands. She strayed back into her own thoughts, only peeking her head back out of her shell when she heard Logan's rough voice nearby. She looked up and, despite herself, she smiled when she saw the male mutant. It had been weeks since the mutant with the adimantium claws had stood in the kitchen, weeks since he had stood in the mansion at all. Kitty didn't bother pushing back her chair before she stood, instead getting up and phasing through the edge of the round table, coffee mug and all so she stood with just her waist upwards protuding from the wooden surface. She walked across the room towards him, and suddenly, without warning, she threw her arms around him, embracing him tightly as she pressed herself to his warm chest, feeling very much like a little girl hugging her father.

"What's'a matter, you never seen a teen-age all-American ghost before?"