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 Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 4:33 am
✖▐ A C A D E M Y: Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Mean Girlsxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ S t o r y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxMost students come and go to the Academy as they need assistance, or if their parents can't handle their gifts. Life isn't easy for mutants anywhere...But the Academy keeps a silent revolving door policy for the specific fact that sometimes students need to spread their wings past what the school can allow.
Ana and Cissa grew to know one another fairly well until life stole Ana from the guiding hand of the Institute. After having slipped away for quite some time, there are things unsaid between the two women and quite a bit of catching up to do.
xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ C h a r a c t e r s I n v o l v e d ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxNarcissa Lucania-Stone - Selena Lucania
Anastasia Maxwell - M a l c c h i a t o
xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ D e v e l o p m e n t s ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxNeither of the two parties are really known for their gentleness...Sparks and fireworks are a distinct possibility-- Though not a necessity.
More to come...
Coding done by The Bunit, Pics edited by Selena Lucania, Concept for thread approved by AX moderator, Selena Lucania
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 5:28 am
 She's lost in the darkness, Fading away
I'm still around here, Screaming her name
She's haunting my dreamworld, Trying to survive
My heart is frozen, I'm losing my mind ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ Name: Ƞarcissa "Cissa" Ƚucania
Team: Ѻmega
Location: Student Lounge
Thinking: It's complicated...XXXXXXXXXXXX═════════════════════════════════════════════Narcissa curled up on the sofa in the student lounge on the ground floor, a soft cashmere blanket draped across her lower half, slim legs tucked underneath her. For the most part the mansion was quiet. Every so often she heard the rapid tapping sound of feet going up and down the main staircase…But aside from that, and the occasional girlish giggling…Everything seemed still. The blonde had already meditated for a few hours per Elixir’s instructions, but couldn’t stand lying down any longer.
She didn’t sleep much to begin with…But since she’d technically been sleeping for a week while in a coma—It was a hopeless endeavor. She could feel her energy fluctuating and shifting…Angry from disuse. While mentally she felt exhausted…There was nothing she could do about it. A well worn first edition copy of Wuthering Heights sat in her lap. She’d always found the literature wild…Confused, disjointed and improbable.
Most readers would be shocked, disgusted… Almost sickened by details of cruelty and inhumanity. There were cases of the most diabolical hate and vengeance she could remember reading, and at times, surpassing things that she’d felt—Done… And so easily it poured from the pages. Somewhere in the darkness of the storm, a powerful testimony to love brewed—victorious even over demons in the human form.
The women were of a strange fiendishly-angelic nature, tantalizing, and terrible…Where the men were indescribably wicked. Yet, somehow, towards the close of the story…There is a silver lining, some kind of pretty… Soft picture. Though it didn’t last…Just as Narcissa viewed society…Nothing held any permanence. People were an awful, hedonistic plague ....Most readers disliked it, for the very reasons that she found herself reading it over and over again…
It was the brutal cruelty and savage love that held her attention in the end. That struck her intrigue.
More than that, it reminded her of home. The wind, the rain—The grey gusty days that couldn’t be lightened by the brightest candle. England was hard for her, being that the overcast days far outnumbered the sunny. It had led her to being very sickly at one point.
There was no restoring her faith in the human condition. Heathcliff was every shunned man, and Catherine—Every spoiled, bitter woman. No exceptions.
Usually she could fall into the ranting of Emily Bronte without difficulty…But not tonight. She enjoyed when everyone else slept so that she could read, do class work from some of her college courses, or use the Danger Room without interruption. Sometimes she shopped on Sephora… But tonight, all she could do was sit. Her head and heart ached in tandem…
There was so much on her mind that she couldn’t push any of it away for more than a moment. The low lit lamp on the end table beside her illuminated how frustrated she felt. The state of the world took precedence in her mind. They would move against those who had created the Sentinels soon. It was the first anyone had seen or heard of them in years…The news reports were disheartening to say the least. She worried about defeating them. Worried about the aftermath…
Worried about her people fighting them. Aren hadn’t been wrong. They’d nearly killed her. Even though ninety percent of the X-Men were present and waiting for orders…A few of them had nearly razed the Academy to the ground. Who knew how many there really were?
The situation with Roland was…Upsetting. Especially now that he was clearly seeing Kerrigan. How could he possibly explain to the ginger that he’d lost the last woman he’d loved… And that by some disgusting twist of fate—She looked exactly like her best friend? Narcissa had never put any credence in the way the behemoth watched her. It was the same way that most men did. Except that it wasn’t. The man was sleeping with someone she cared about, and in the back of his mind, thinking about her. Hell. He was going to therapy for it… Therapy, not to see his dead girlfriend in her.
Christ, what a mess.
Things with Aren were even more confusing. After Carlos, she’d sworn off relationships all together. She refused to date team members because of what Derrick had done…Not to mention that the native was two years her junior. Yet there he was. Constantly trying to break her resolve. There was something there… He knew it. She knew it… But considering that she should be the more responsible out of the two of them…She had to be the one to put her foot down.
It was getting harder. It had killed her to see Raine, a sad little Alpha, if there ever was one—On his arm. She could admit that in the dark to herself…But it was her own fault. No matter the draw towards him…She had to stay away.
Lastly…Just when she thought it might be time for her to leave the Academy…Ana was back. There was some kind of irony there that she couldn’t ignore. Since Emma had dominated a chunk of her time, and dealing with Roland had been an adventure…There hadn’t been time to catch up yet. Not to mention…She didn’t know what to say. Narcissa didn’t want to push her. It wasn’t as if they could just pick up where they’d left off.
She tried to remember when she’d given up hope that the Ana would come back. She’d been one of the first people she’d really been close to in the Academy. Really close. Closer than Evelyn, closer than a few of her several times removed cousins that had shown up. Narcissa could remember lying beside her, trying to console her about her broken heart… Remembered attacking the Academy with her, as odd as that had been.
She wished for those days now.
Narcissa was a different person than she’d been then, though she still had similar tendencies. She was sure that Ana was too…But part of her couldn’t help but feel a little abandoned. The blonde goddess still didn’t know exactly why she’d left… Only that she had.
Closing her eyes she rubbed her temples, heaving a deep sigh. Even though the threat of Registration was glaringly bright…She couldn’t leave her court in shambles in the interim. For the most part the Omega’s were cohesive and particularly volatile. Her field reports to Emma showed what she truly thought of them…Even if it didn’t always seem that she appreciated their dedication. There was always a way to push them further, train them harder. There were just so many new members that she wasn’t sure how they would fair in an all out mission. They needed to be clear, on point, but until Elixir released her—She was banned from the Danger Room.
So much for readying them for the worst. At least Madison had thought it a good idea to practice in her absence.
Things could never just be simple, could they? ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 7:59 pm
xxx malcchiato
♔:◞...IT'S A REVOLUTION, I SUPPOSE
XXXXXXXXXI'M . W A K I N G . U P . T O . A S H . A N D . D U S T
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entering the lounge, tired & troubled
After weeks of little sleep, naps on trains, bunking on someone's floor or passing out in a tent somewhere quiet, now that she had the chance to sleep peacefully and in something more comfortable than a cot from the turn of the century, naturally Anastasia couldn't catch a single wink. No, she found herself sitting up in bed, staring at a new room and feeling the unease wash over her. Perhaps it was regret.
She wasn't sure what she regretted more, though: leaving or coming back. This wasn't her stomping ground anymore, and she realized that rather quickly. Once upon a time, she'd been a Queen in her own mind, now she was practically a washed up wanna be, and more of an outsider than ever. The strange truth of it was, Ana missed Evie. More than she'd ever admit to.
However, that revolving door policy was still in tack. So in short time the blonde had been given a bed, a course catalogue and her marching orders. While the welcomed response threw her off momentarily, she couldn't be too surprised. After all, over the years she'd come to realize Frost had some semblance of caring for the young mutant. In some ways, she was the only mother figure Ana ever had.
After all, her own mother had literally predicted Ana's return to the Institute, and promptly shunned her for her "poor life choices."
"No good will ever come of your time there, Anastasia," her mother hissed into the phone, chiding her only daughter. "We have all seen the bedlam that comes from these people. Your choice to remain in their company will be your own undoing."
Ana had been able to tell her mother was trying to force a prediction on her, trying to convince her that she'd "seen" her daughter's death via the ruins of the X-Men, but Ana refused to believe it. The truth of the matter was, when Antionette hung up on her, the blond felt nothing. No remorse, no regret, no anguish. After all, these were people who had dumped her at the Institute nearly a decade ago and had hardly been figures in her life. Why was she supposed to care what they thought?
The inevitable rejection of her blood family had not done anything for her already troubled mind, however.
Days passed, and Ana constantly found herself in states of nostalgia and yearning. There was only one soul in the universe that could settle all the storms within her, but in the short time she'd been back at the Institute, she had yet to find the strength to seek her council.
This wasn't four years ago. She couldn't just send a text and expect her better half to drop everything and come running with tea or her nail kit. Especially not since she'd run out the door almost three years ago and hadn't even bothered to keep in touch. She'd abandoned the only person who had ever been there for her.
In time, though, her feet carried her to the lounge, her head heavy with raging insomnia. The blonde wrapped a cardigan tight around her lithe frame, freezing as she stared at Narcissa on the couch. A knot twisted in her stomach, another forming in her throat.
"Good morning," she uttered shortly, her French Quarter accent more prominent than it had been in the past. Ana fumbled for words, and found none. "I can go if you want to be alone," she added quickly, motioning over her shoulder as her brow furrowed tight. This wasn't the awkward reunion she had hoped for, but maybe it was time.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 3:20 am
She's lost in the darkness, Fading away
I'm still around here, Screaming her name
She's haunting my dreamworld, Trying to survive
My heart is frozen, I'm losing my mind ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ Name: Ƞarcissa "Cissa" Ƚucania
Team: Ѻmega
Location: Student Lounge
Thinking: It's complicated...XXXXXXXXXXXX═════════════════════════════════════════════If it weren’t for the fact that she was quite sure she’d read the last paragraph at least twenty times, she would have at least tried to finish the chapter she was on before putting it down. The small sun goddess had a hang-up about stopping books at appropriate times. She always preferred to be at the end of a chapter…Or at the very least, on an even numbered page. Tonight she stopped on odd.
When all the rest of the world went off to Never Never Land and sawed a million logs—She often ran out of things to do. Sure…Not sleeping regularly allowed her to catch up on her coursework and read more literature than most would give her credit for...But there was only so much shopping to be done on Sephora, and only so much training in the gym she could stand.
Lifting weights really wasn’t her forte. She’d snapped more than enough nails to know that dumbbells were hazardous to any manicure—No matter how well done. And since she was strictly banned from the Danger Room until further notice… She was quickly becoming a couch potato. It wasn’t as if she could really spend much time in her dorm either. Even though her red headed roommate was a fairly sound sleeper, and usually kept on snoring through anything Narcissa attempted, there was always her boyfriend to avoid.
Avoid, at all costs.
At least until she could stop feeling the intense urge to cause him bodily harm.
Narcissa felt her before she saw her…A glowing ember in her minds eye. Though she couldn’t have placed her so easily in the past, she knew now that her energy signature was the same. For the Red Queen, it was as different for each person as a finger print. Her accent was thicker than she remembered. Whether it was just the passage of time fooling her memory, or if it had actually grown stronger, she wasn’t sure. Luminescent blue eyes fell on Ana, sweeping over her without caution. Her gaze was analytical, typically chilled. “Stay.”
“If I wanted to be alone…I wouldn’t be in a public place.”
The blonde woman looked away when she realized that her words might have come off as rude. It wasn’t intentional—Though it was slightly defensive. The cool exterior she exuded hid a deluge of emotion she didn’t understand. Especially when it came to Ana. Gentle fingers closed her book, setting the tattered, worn copy on the edge of the table. She shifted on the couch, her knees turning towards the empty space. “I feel like if I watch you long enough…I might actually be able to see the wheels turning.”
“It’s warmer here.”, she murmured gently, her dulcet British tones sweeping smoothly through her not so hidden invitation for the girl to take a seat with her. She hadn’t missed the way she pulled her cardigan tight. Experience dictated that it was either from cold or discomfort. Perhaps both.
She paused for a moment, moving the soft throw she’d had laying across most of the couch…Just in case she hadn’t been clear enough. She took a deep breath as her gaze once again settled on the girl that had once been like family to her. “So…Tell me. What pulled you out of bed at this hour?”
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