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 Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 9:17 pm
Owen fought to keep the tremor out of his voice. "Well, I would like to....I just don't know if I'd.....do well, I guess. After all, I haven't gone to school for so long....." Owen looked earnestly at the professor as he mentioned the possibility of bringing his friends along. "Oh, they shouldn't be any trouble! The little ones probably won't be noticed anyway, and I'll just tell the weavers and the other big ones that it would be a good idea to stay where I'm at so nobody hurts them. I'll tell them to stay out of the way and such, and don't worry; I don't know any roaches." He grinned nervously and stood up. "Is it okay if I talk it over with them first? I just hope they won't mind being in such a......clean place." He made a face at how that sounded, but he hoped that the professor knew what he was trying to say; he had done well in interpreting his rambling so far.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 8:27 am
((I expected a hug would come sooner or later. Hehe, that is sooooo totally a Kodak moment.))
"Maybe a little," admitted Victoria, and she did bob her head slightly, because she truly had blamed herself, at least partially, for why Morgan had left when he did. It was something she had mulled over in the past few months, of course, but it always came up as the only reason that made any sense. What else could have provoked him to quit the team and join up elsewhere?
Victoria looked up at him still, even as his expression changed and he muttered another hushed apology. With a small shake of the head, she opened her mouth with the intent of saying it was okay, but before she could do so, Morgan had pulled her into a tight, meaningful hug. Though she was usually one to tense up when someone closed in on her privacy bubble without warning, for once, she did not. Immediately understanding Morgan's intentions, Victoria smiled a bit, for the first time since the two reunited and moved her arms to hug him back.
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"Yes, feel free to talk to them about your potential move," chuckled Xavier, and he gave a friendly nod as Owen went to stand up. "And, as much as I would like to think otherwise, this place isn't always as clean as you see it to be," he added, in a carefree, lighthearted tone. "You've yet to see the living quarters of some of my students."
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 8:54 pm
((Full speed ahead! XD I hope the post isn't too long; I kinda got carried away. sweatdrop ))
Owen chuckled nervously, wondering what the professor would say if he saw HIS sleeping area; just a big hole in the concrete stuffed with shreds of warm cloth and crawling with spiders. He wondered if any teenagers here had such an arrangement. Hell, if they did, they'd be the first ones he'd to befriend.
He cleared his throat and began to head for the door. "Well, I guess I'll, uh, see you soon then. Thanks for the tea." Not knowing what else to do or say, he turned and walked away; down the hall, out the door, until he found himself outside the gate once more, watching the snowflakes fall. He let out a sigh, blowing a few off course. What had he been thinking? That going back to the life of a regular kid would be a snap? That he could just put six years of living like he did out of his mind like they didn't happen and didn't affect him at all? He'd never fit in before, even with a normal life; why did he think it could work now?
"Because I have hope now." he spoke aloud, and he sighed again and walked back toward his church.
He was shocked when he entered the building to see one of his beloved orb weavers splayed on the door to the sanctuary like a Halloween decoration. Its frantic voice rang in his ears. Stay-away-stay-away-stay-away-stay-away. "Why?" Owen replied, hissing through his teeth. People, came the reply. Owen wrinkled his eyebrows. "We always get people. Just chase them away." Bigger people, the weaver hissed, with tools that hiss and whine. They go everywhere, say 'mewtant', crunching, crunching...
Owen's eyes widened as that last word was echoed in several more voices. He looked down and saw more insects, many of them spiders, crawling out from under the door and congregating there. All he could picture horrible clumsy booted feet, crunching his memorial at the front of the pews, crushing the life out of his friends......He noticed then that there was only one weaver, and two of the tarantulas he had rescued from the mall were missing. Tears stung his eyes, and he fell on his knees with a sob. It suddenly seemed eerily quiet, and one of the doors to the sanctuary opened a crack, exposing part of a uniformed man behind.
The weaver jumped off of the door and landed on Owen's head, hissing frantically. Run!-Fly!-Hurry!-Now! Bugs skittered in all directions, and the remaining tarantula let itself be scooped up by Owen as he hurried to his feet and ran as hard as he could down the small set of steps and out the door into the snow. Cries of "There it goes!" and "Get him!" sounded out behind him before the door shut, and in a panic he ran back in the direction of the X-Mansion. He didn't hear any sounds of pursuit, but he didn't dare turn to look.
When he reached the gates, he shakily placed the tarantula on his shoulder and climbed up the wall the way he had before, unsure whether the gate would admit him and not wanting to take the time to find out. Once his feet hit the ground, he scooped the spider up once again and sprinted across the lawn until he reached the doors to the mansion. Using his free hand, he began to pound on them frantically. "Mister Charles!! Are you there?!"
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 7:36 am
Shandra's head snapped to the direction that the large front doors were with a frown. She heard someone banging, at least she thought she did, but she had often 'imagined' those kinds of things before. After all she hadn't gotten rid of her paranoia from living on her own for a while just yet.
"Do you hear a banging?" she asked Blade, "Or...am I imagining it again?"
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 9:06 am
Sith Lord Darth Moren "Huh? Dating? What are you talking about?" David said naievely, a confused expression plastered on his face. You almost could see the wheels in his head going over the statement he'd just heard. Then it finally clicked.
"Oh, you think that-? Me and her? HA! Where the heck would you get that idea? I mean, sure we kinda live together, but there's a few other people in the house as well, so it's not like that's any indication of anything, and besides, there's no other evidence to support such an assumption. Think about it: If sharing a house was the proof that I was dating someone, then it could be assumed that everyone in this house was dating everyone else, which would certainly get complicated if you wanted to go out to the movies or something, and furthermore..."
David then proceeded to wander off once more, rambling to himself. Her cheeks turned crimson red. "We are not dating! Never ever ever!" She folded her arms infront her chest and glared at Becca. "Why would you think that I'd ever go for such an over-hyper-active person like that...well...then again you just met me so...ok that's understandable I suppose. I'll let it slide this time!"
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 12:38 pm
Sarah had to laugh at their reaction to Becca's comment about them dating. "Aaawww but you two would make a cute couple." She said before letting the conversation drop. "Do you need any help making that?" She asked Kara. "I feel guilty for lettin ya do all the work." She admitted.
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Liz came wandering down towards the kitchen and spotted David wandering out of it rambling on about something to himself. "Hey David...what's up?" She asked curiously.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 1:51 pm
Becca nodded enthusiastically in agreement with Sarah. "You just seem to fight like people that have been dating a long time."
She leans toward Sarah when the girl offers to help, whispering in her ear. "Make sure she doesn't poison it!"
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 8:01 pm
"...But then there was that one ti- Oh, hi Liz. We have guests, so Kara was making cocoa because it was cold outside, but then she yelled at me to keep them out of the kitchen, then one of them thought that me and Kara were dating, so I was tallying all the reason what that's highly improbable. And then I think I got off topic, and ended up over here, talking to you," he said, his attention switching from his ramblings to his housemate.
"I think that's everything..." he said, scratching his head.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 2:25 pm
Blade paused for a moment as she strained her ears to listen.
"Yeah, I think I do!" Blade turned and started to head in the direction of the banging. After a moment, she reached the front of the mansion. She had quicken her steps because of the urgency in the banging. Opening the door she saw a young man. "What's wrong?" She asked, concerned.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 10:23 am
Her eye twitched slightly and she bopped David over the head with her fist. "Why the hell do I feel like I'm in one of my mangas?" She sighed and her tail twitched. Gazing at Sarah she shrugged and said, "Yeah if you wanna help you can."
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 8:46 pm
"Oww! Why for you hit me?" David whimpered, rubbing the spot where Kara had struck him. "Mrr... Why do you seem to enjoy picking on me?" he asked, a lost-puppy look on his face.
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Morgan finally released his friend from the hug, and felt as though a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. The business with the symbiont had finally come to a close, and it was obvious that both of them were feeling better because of it.
"Do you want to come in? It's cold out here," he said, motioning towards the house. "Don't worry, if anyone tries to cause trouble, they'll have to answer to me," he added, knowing full well that nobody in the house could really go toe-to-toe with an angry Morgan, save Laura. And Lance was probably the only one who'd really cause any trouble, and the earth-shaker knew exactly what Morgan would do to him if he got out of line.
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 6:05 am
"Yes, Owen, I am here," said Professor Xavier following the boy's frantic pounding, though the message was purely telepathic as he had long returned to his office. Another student took care of opening the door for him, so that was not a concern, but still, he needed to know first hand what all the commotion was about. "Owen, was is the matter?"
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Victoria really did feel better now, what with the much needed conversation out of the way and everything. She almost did not want to be freed from Morgan's hug, but she knew it would seem clingy on her part, in addition to other things, so she released her grip when he did. Taking a small step back from him, she slipped her hand into her pockets like usual.
"Yeah, coming in sounds like a plan, that's where everyone else skipped off to, I'm sure," nodded Victoria as a response, as she started for front door. She heard Morgan's little bit on taking care of anyone who tried to cause any trouble, and she could not help but shake her head with a soft sigh. It was thoughtful, yet slightly irritating for her at the same time, but mostly thoughtful. She knew he had no ill intentions by what he had just said.
"There's no need for that, Morgan," she reminded him, easily. "I can take care of myself. Don't worry."
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 7:11 am
Her ears went back as she issued David a death glare. "I don't enjoy it...you're just way to easy to pick on...plus, you've got a big mouth and don't know when to stop talking." She said with a snort and waved her hand for Sarah to follow her into the kitchen.
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 5:16 pm
David's lost-puppy look disappeared in an instant. When he spoke again, it was in a very serious tone, something quite unlike his usual cheery banter. "You are very, VERY lucky that I'm willing to put up with this crap, but even I have my limits," he said, returning Kara's glare with an icy stare of his own.
When David had his rare moments of lucidity, it was usually a good idea to listen to what he was saying, because those things were usually very important.
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2008 10:13 pm
Charles' words once again echoed inside Owen's mind, and this time he was too frantic to give it any pause for thought. He didn't recognize the person who had opened the door, but the instant he found himself inside, he dropped down to his knees and clutched the sides of his head, shaking it violently from side to side and ignoring the tiny squeaks of protest coming from the spider hiding inside his hair. He babbled hysterically, not caring what he must look like to whoever had let him in.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry! There were some people in the church when I got there looking for me and they would have caught me and sent me away to some mutant zoo or something and they wrecked everything and crushed a lot of my friends and they would have had me but I got away and ran here and I'm so sorry I didn't mean to lead them here which they will if they follow my tracks but I couldn't think of anyplace else to run to!" He gasped for air and he lowered the upper half of his body until his forehead was almost touching his jeans, his shoulders shaking with small sobs.
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