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 Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 10:03 pm
*eyes start to recover*
Stupid Creed...
I better take a look at the mess in the kitchen.
*heads back*
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 4:54 pm
This place looks so last week now... it needs more hippie-ness !
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2008 9:26 pm
*In the gym, she sits at the bench press, leather gloved hands gripping the handle bars on either side of her. With every exhale she pulled the bars in towards her chest. A sheen of sweat upon her brow, soaking through her tank-top.*
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 1:04 pm
*she walks in slowly. slowly making her way to her old room.*walks into the school after avoiding the place for much to look and looks around as
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2008 1:17 pm
*disappointedly enters*
Damn !
Anna, Jean and now Warren gone... this is not gonna suit well with the Professor...
*remembers what happened to Charles*
Damn again !!...
*heads to the safe in his room*
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 10:25 am
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 11:34 am
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 6:07 pm
*With a rumble, his motorcycle rolls through the gates to the mansion. Dropping the gears, he pulls up the front drive, to part outside the main front doors. Killing the engine, and setting the kickstand down he gets off the Harley and eases the bike's weight onto its stand.
With a final deep breath of the outside, plus the scent of his motorcycle's cooling metal and oil, he makes his way into the mansion and calmly, casually strolls through the halls. Blue eyes shifting and searching, listening to every creek and crack and other sounds of the school.
With a pause, he stops at the bottom of the stairs, closes his eyes and sighs. Then opens them slowly.*
"...Home sweet home...*
*Shifting his back pack on his right shoulder, he makes his way up the stairs, then down the hall and pulls his key out of his jacket pocket. Unlocking his door, he goes in and tosses his bag on the bed and shuts the door behind him.*
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 6:15 pm
Celeste finally coming out of the basement looks at Logan. She wanted to say something.. Like.. Maybe a thank you for helping her. She knocked his door frame and waved at him. "...Umm Logan.. May I talk with you?" She said in a soft tone pushing her blonde hair behind her ear.
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 6:30 pm
*While in the process of removing his jacket, he hears the knock.* "C'mon in!" *He calls to the door. Tossing the jacket on his bed as well, he nods to Celeste*
"Sure, kid. What'cha need?"
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 6:37 pm
Celeste opened up the door and walked inside. She was uncomfortable and that was clear but she mustered up her strength and put her hands on her suspenders.
"I wanted to thank you for helping me back wit the phoenix force.."
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 6:41 pm
*With a slight shrug--anything dealing with Jean and the Phoenix Force made him uncomfortable as is--he waved it off carefully.*
"You're welcome, kid."
*He paused a second*
"How you and yer sisters doin'?"
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 6:45 pm
"We.. Got into a fight." Celeste said softly. She almost immediately Perked up.
"It's Okay.. Don't worry about it.."
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 5:54 am
Logan eyed her for a moment, picking up on the different levels of scents and her heart beat. It was obvious she had something more to the situation, but Logan of all people understood privacy. He turned back to his back pack, going through his few clothes and things putting them back in the dresser.
"Got it."
After a long trip behing gone, he didn't have much to say. Back to his back pack, he pulled out his uniform with a disgusted look, then glanced over to the young Cuckoo.
"Still dunno why Summers insisted on going back to these things... At least this time I'm not a yellow target."
And thus his black and grey costume was hung in the closet, along with the classic yellow and blue, his orange and tan, and few of his others over the years.
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 6:49 am
Celeste looked at Logan. She was glad that he left it alone. It was complicated. There was too many factors that lead her and her sisters to stop speaking. One of which was a weakened Hive mentality. She was sure that her sisters could listen in on this conversation at any time but they couldn't just hear her thoughts like they used too.
"I don't really like them either." She said. Celeste thought about that for a second.
"It makes Dad look like a kind of look like a cue stick." Celeste said smiling. She didn't have a problem calling Scott dad. She did over hear him telling Emma that they were his kids too. That helped her alittle. She liked to know that she was wanted.
"I like your other ones too." She said as she looked at the costumes in the closet.
"Do you think That They would let me join the X-men some day?" She asked curiously. He would know better then anyone, he was always on the x-men. She would have asked Scott, but he was busy.
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