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 Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 1:09 am
Dr Banner paused at the door to his cousin's dorm. She had been locked up in there for the past few days. It had taken everything he could to convince Ms Frost that he should be the one to speak to her, rather than letting the telepath make her own entrance.
"Jen, it's Bruce..."
There was no answer.
"I have a key and I'll just let myself in."
"I'm having a shower!" Jen snapped back just as quickly.
"I don't hear any running water, I'm calling your bluff."
Dr Banner unlocked the door and peered in. He saw a small mousy looking girl sitting on her bed curled up.
"Well hello stranger." He let himself in and stood by the door. He hadn't seen Jen's more human form for a while. She had been so stubborn in insisting the change was permanent that he had almost come to believe it.
"I'm not going to school."
"Yes, I can tell. Look... what happened was embarrassing for a lot of us...even the grown ups." Banner's face flushed as he remembered and quickly tried to forget. He didn't want the mind wipe from Ms Frost as had been originally threatened. He had to forget.. He coughed as he tried to continue.
"You were just under the spells control and even though you made a few holes in walls. The damage wasn't unrepairable."
"I acted like a jerk." Jen sulked. Her mood swings had taken a toll on her the past few days and she was now in a full blown teenage depression. "I can't see anyone ever again."
"Look you're just being emo...is that the word?"
"You just made a hundred Emos turn punk." Jen sighed and looked up. "I'm not emo, I'm just a bit depressed. I'm not styling my hair over my eyes and getting any skinny jeans."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You shouldn't cus, if you did then you just wouldn't be the dorky cousin I know." Jen smiled half heartedly and tried to explain. "I think it's Christmas and the fact I'm stuck here." She skipped over the standing embarrassed at a boy's dorm door for ages with a huge gaping hole in the door that she had made.
"How about we do something this Christmas just the two of us?"
"I'm not the perky little cousin that's easily swayed by carnival anymore you know." Jen looked up at him through her glasses.
"How did you know I was thinking of taking you to a carnival?"
"I'd rather just spend Christmas at your house rather than here."
"I think that can be arranged but you're going to need to see Ms Frost about all the classes you've missed and the damage that you did."
Jen curled back into a ball and tried to pull the blanket over her. Bruce stopped her and pointed towards the door.
"Let's face it together. Okay?"
"Okay." Jen huffed and trudged through the door. She wanted to stay in her human form at least then she could pretend that she was a different person.
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 11:03 am
Hartley Rathaway
It was a full 48 hours after his mother's accident that Hartley finally saw his father walk into the hospital room. He suppressed a small smile...it looked like that lawsuit he was working on had come to a sudden, abrupt end.
Hartley got up from his chair outside his mother's room, stretched, and followed his father in. His father was seated at his mother's bedside, stroking her good hand.
"Hartley. There you are. Good. Let's have a family meeting."
Oh, yay. That was going to be fun. Hartley grabbed a chair and pulled it up to his mother's bedside.
"The class action lawsuit is dead in the water, I'm afraid. With all of the equipment buried under the avalanche, we have no feasible way of proving that Veronica Cale was knowingly using outdated equipment on her ski slopes. The worst part is, as they do the cleanup from this mess, they'll just dispose of the old equipment quietly, and no one will ever be the wiser." Osgood Rathaway lowered his head, shaking it. Rachel patted his hand.
"It's okay, Osgood. You did the best that you could. Nobody can control what nature does."
"Why is it such a bad thing?" Hartley piped up. "Those bastards are why mom is hurt. Now they're buried under tons of snow. Sounds like karmic revenge to me."
"Do you think your mother was the only person harmed by the equipment failures there, Hartley? I found evidence of over a dozen people who had been injured in ways very similar to your mother - people who didn't have my resources available to try to stop Cale's negligence once they were injured. People that Cale made sure just went away so her precious reputation wouldn't be ruined. The reason I left so quickly was to try to get them together, to gather enough evidence to shut down Beaver Lodge before another person was injured. Now, Cale will reap the insurance rewards of this natural disaster and reopen without suffering any consequences whatsoever."
Hartley scowled at his father. "IF she makes it out."
"She will. I understand that the Green Lantern is on his way to help rescue the people trapped in the lodge."
"Those poor workers." Rachel responded, clutching her good hand to her chest. "They didn't deserve to be trapped like this."
"Are you KIDDING?!" Hartley's eyes nearly popped out of his head. "It's because of those people that you almost DIED, mom! If things are as bad there as you say, one of them should have spoken up a long time ago! They're just as guilty of hurting you as Veronica Cale is."
Rachel Rathaway looked at her son sadly and patted him on the head.
"Oh, Hartley. I know that right now you feel like the world revolves around you, but when you get older, you'll realize that it doesn't."
Great, THIS talk again. Hartley decided to change subjects.
"How much longer are you going to be in the hospital, mom?"
"Three days, according to the Doctor. Then I'll be able to be moved to Keystone Medical."
"That's good to hear. I, uh...I mean, my classes, I don't want to fall behind before Christmas break, so..."
Osgood raised an eyebrow.
"Hartley? Interested in his studies? By God, I never thought I'd hear the day! Maybe this school HAS had a good influence on you."
Rachel shared a pensive look with her son, as if trying to mentally will him not bringing up Wallace. She needn't have bothered. There was no way Hartley was sharing Wallace with his father. No way ever. He turned back to his father and nodded.
"I got an A last semester in History of Heroics, and in Music, too."
"Just those two classes? What about the rest of your schedule?"
"I'm improving-"
"I should hope so. There was a lot of room for improvement. You're a Rathaway, son. You need to be conscious of how you're representing the family when you're there. Rathaways are second to nobody!"
Hartley's face melted into a scowl.
"Yes, sir."
"I'll arrange for you to return back there tonight once I've gotten all of your mother's affairs in order here. We'll discuss Christmas plans once your mother is back in Keystone. All right?"
"Yes, sir."
"Very good. Why don't you give your mother and I some moments alone?"
Hartley rose up from his chair and stomped out into the hallway again. Figures they wouldn't understand him. Hartley reached into his pocket and pulled out a watch. It was diamond-studded, a beautiful woman's watch. He had intended to give it to his mother. He turned it over in his hand. Something caught his eye and he looked closer.
There was an inscription on the watch.
"V. C."
Maybe it was for the best he didn't give it to his mom, after all.
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 1:32 pm
On the Midvale News at Noon:
In other news, repairs at the Hostess Factory are well underway with help from an unexpected source. Lex Luthor has thrown the full support of LexCorp behind the repair work at the baked good icon and for a small fee. Mr. Luthor has only asked for 40 cakes from the Twinkie line when it's restarted. Thank you, Mr. Luthor, from Hostess fanatics everywhere.
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*Chris had finished his move uneventfully the previous evening with the help of Dani and Chris the 2nd. He had come to think of his new roommate with all kinds of little nicknames. Chris the 2nd, Chris Jr, Chris 2: Electric Boogaloo....
The idea of a little party had squashed when Chris Part Deux had told them that Iris had returned to the future. Chris promised himself to yell at her 25 years from now.*
Heh.
*Chris was heading across campus on his way to the medical clinic. He had to start his volunteer work. Clark and Karen were still suffering from kryptonite poisoning. He hoped they could forgive him. Clark probably would. Karen... gonk
He passed Dr. Banner and a young girl on their way to the Admin building.*
Glad to see you back to normal, Chris.
Thanks, Dr Banner.
*Chris gave the girl a small wave as they passed. She was cute in a librarian sort of way. He wondered who she was and continued to the med clinic.*
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 3:49 pm
As Jen walked down the hallway she tried to avoid eye contact with everyone. She felt as if they were all staring at her. She gritted her teeth and resisted the urge to turn green. It gave her more confidence but she couldn't, then they would know.
She zoned out as her cousin talked to a boy and she saw him wave at her. Jen gave a shy smile and put her head down.
'I didn't meet him when I was under the spell did I?' She thought. 'Wait what if he's a mind reader too? Oh crap gotta blank my mind!' She rubbed her temples and tried to clear her mind.
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 9:26 am
Teddy hadn't seen much of Billy over the next few days. He seemed particularly busy with classes, whereas Teddy was not. Neither was Wallace, which proved to be a bummer for his roomie since Hartley seemed to have also disappeared somewhere. Wallace mentioned something about Colorado, followed by a wistful sigh and a martini. Teddy assumed that Hartley had moved there, maybe permanently, and therefore Wallace was going to get drunk, miserable, and possibly move back into his bed.
Billy would not be pleased with this.
Wallace needed something else to focus on, and unfortunately the only other gay dude that he knew was ...someone who would crush Wallace with the power of one pectoral. So, it seemed safer to find a chunk of drama for Wallace to absorb himself in to. "So...Chril Powell is really butthurt over Cassie two-timing him."
Come on Wallace, grab on to that juicy tidbit of gossip.
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 3:47 pm
*Chris delivered Clark and Karen's meal. Karen refused to look at him but Clark was friendly. Better than friendly.*
Chris, it's okay. Really. A lot of us have had incidents like this. For me it was red K. For you, Razor. You came out the other side, that's all that matters. Right, Kare?
...
*Clark sighed.*
She'll understand...after I drill it through her thick head.
Hrmph.
Thanks, Clark. Karen. I really am sorry. Please for give me?
*Karen ignored him and that was when Dr Samson stepped into the room.*
Christopher. Nurse Foley mentioned you were here. Time to talk.
*Chris followed Samson out and down to his office. This would be easy. Just talk about Talon and Razor and how sorry his was. Then he'd get his amulet back.*
Have a seat, Chris. Ms. Frost and Headmistress Prince filled me on you. Sounds like this Talon got inside your head a bit.
*Chris nodded and begun to talk about his first meeting with Talon on Mars. He continued on how he was attacked days ago and that Talon tricked him into thinking all of his friends betrayed him. He finished up with how sorry he was and he planned on making it up to Dani, Teddy, Billy, Achilles, and some others.*
What about Cassie and Wally?
...
You're right. Too soon. Back to the beginning. Tell me about your family.
I don't understand. They have nothing to do with Talon or Razor.
Don't they?
NO!
Well...time is up, Chris. Let me tell you something. You seem....reluctant to talk. It's understandable. But I have to approve you before you get your amulet back. And for that, you need to talk. If not to me, a friend. Okay?
*Chris glared at Samson and stomped off. Ugh...he needed food.*
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 4:18 pm
Linda and Courtney were listening intently to the older cheerleader's story at their table in the cafeteria.
"..and we all thought he was gay, but he was just trying to get into Cassie's pannies. That's the kinda guy he is. A total jerk. We're so glad she left him for someone better."
"I don't know Kori, I'm not one to judge people, but that doesn't seem right."
"I for one, can't believe it, The Powell, is simply misunderstood. When I first met him he was being attacked. And every thankful for my help in his escape."
"Of course he was.. probably wanted your pannies too!"
Linda and Courtney turned to each other with surprised expressions on their faces. eek
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 4:44 pm
*Chris headed to the cafeteria and got some lunch. He never noticed the hateful looks from the cheerleading squad as he sat down to eat.
Kori stood up and looked at Linda and Courney.*
Stay here. The girls and I have something to do. And don't let Cassie stop us if she shows up.
*A boombox appears and the squad sets it up near Chris. They approach and take their places. Music starts and Kori begins to sing, backed up by the squad.*
Kori: You say that Cassie's messing with your head
Squad: yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Kori: All 'cause she was making out with your friend
Squad: yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Kori: Love hurts, whether it's right or wrong
Squad: yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She won't stop 'cause she's having too much fun
Squad: yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Kori: You're on your knees,
beggin' please
'stay with me'
But honestly,
She just need to be a little crazy
All her life she's been good but now,
She's thinking 'What the hell'
All she wants is to mess around,
and she doesn't really care about
If you love her, if you hate her,
you can't stop her, baby, baby
All her life she's been good but now,
whoa 'What the hell'
What,
What,
What,
What the hell
Kori: So what if she goes out on a million dates
Squad: yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Kori: You just had to date Lisa anyway
Squad: yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Kori:She'd rather date than sit around and wait all day
Squad: yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Kori: Don't get me wrong,
I just need some time to play
You're on your knees,
beggin' please
'stay with me'
But honestly,
She just needs to be a little crazy
All her life she's been good but now,
She's thinking 'What the hell'
All she wants is to mess around,
and she doesn't really care about
If you love her, if you hate her,
you can't stop her, baby, baby
All her life she's been good but now,
whoa 'What the hell'
Squad: La la la la la la la la, whoa, whoa
La la la la la la la la, whoa, whoa
Kori: You say that she's messing with your head
Powell, she likes messing in Wally's bed
Yeah, she's messing with your head
When she's messing in Wally's bed
Kori: All her life she's been good but now,
she's thinking what the hell
All she wants is to mess around and she doesn't really care about...
All her life she's been good but now,
she's thinking what the hell
All she wants is to mess around and she doesn't really care about...
If you love her , if you hate her
You can't stop her, baby, baby
All her life she's been good but now, whoa, what the hell
Squad: La la, La la la la la la, La la, La la la la la la la
*As the singing and dancing ended, roars of laughter erupted from the football players' table. Donnie pointed at Powell.*
I bet he's gonna cry!
*Chris slowly stood, his jaw bunched in anger and blushing in embarrassment, and made his way towards the exit without eating a bite.*
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 5:41 pm
The two blonds looked at each other and then back at Kori, without a word they both agreed, when Kori came back.
"Don't you think he's been though enough?" Court asked withe an annoyed tone.
"Indeed, public humiliation is never needed. Perhaps we should just leave him be and allow his heart to heal. In peace."
"Yeah, besides we still have Cassie's ski trip to pack for."
"Humff!!" Kori replied snobbishly crossing her arms over her chest, and turning away from the girls.
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 5:45 pm
*The football team followed Chris to the exit, mimicking crying the whole way. He pretended they didn't exist and walked out of the cafeteria, leaving them behind. He could feel his anger and sadness working up again...Samson had been right. He needed someone to talk to. But who? Cassie and Wally betrayed him. Achilles would side with his sister because they're family. That left...oh...duh.
Chris headed towards the arts building. Dani was most likely there during this part of the day.*
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 6:00 pm
Dani had volunteered to help out the senior art class for a project. She poised on the small couch with a sheet over her body while the artiest slowly bagan to draw her.
His name was Petior Rasputin and he was a shy, but brilliant artiest, he even helped position Danielle just right.
"Allow me to open the shade for more light, Da?" he quickly then went back to his canvas, peeking at Dani every few minuets to sketch a detail or two.
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 6:11 pm
*Chris asked around and found out that Dani was helping a senior art class.*
Huh. I wonder how she's doing that?
*He headed down a hall and found the appropriate door and cracked it open. There was that senior football player...the one nicknamed Colossus. Chris heard he was Russian or something. And Dani was on the couch and...*
GAH!
*Chris fell through the door and flat on his face. NAKKIE DANI!*
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 6:19 pm
"Hey!" Dani protested, not seeing who that was and quickly covers herself with the sheet, running to hide behind some easels in the back of the room.
Colossus, however, bulked up stomping toward who he thought was a peeping tom.
With ease he picked up Powell by his shirt and stood him upright.
He glared at him, crossing his massive arms over his chest.
"Tell me, comrade, how would you like to leave today? Walking or being carried out?" His accent was very thick, but not nearly as thick as his physical form, he easily tower over Powell, and did not like being interrupted by who he though was a pervert.
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 6:34 pm
Wait! I need to talk to my friend! I didn't know she was nakkie! I don't even my amulet! C'mon, guy!
*This mountain of shiny metal muscle was gonna pummel him!*
DANI! I'm sorry but I need to talk to you! Help!
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 6:51 pm
Dani pokes her head out from hiding.
"Wait! Wait! It's ok. He really is my friend..." Frowns at him, still hiding behind an easel.
Colossus laugh loudly, smacking Powell on the back,
"Well comrade, any friend of the dancing snowflake is a friend of mine."
He swings his arm around Powell's shoulder and walks with him where his drawing is.
"However, I still need to finish, you understand."
He sets up an easel and canvas for Powell as well.
"If you wish to speak with her, Then I suggest you keep yourself busy."
Dani looks shocked and wanted nothing more then to take off, but she did promise him to help, so she couldn't back out now. she just hoped he was almost done.
"Fine. What is it Chris?" She said shuffling over to the couch, making sure to cover herself with the sheet, she repositioned herself.
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