fill: The Expression of the Emotion in Man and Animals (1/2)stripedpetuniaJune 7 2011, 07:54:40 UTC
The cleanup crews from the CIA had their hands full; the base was half-demolished, ruins peppered with bodies. There was a lot of back-and-forth over whether to just bulldoze the whole thing or try to rebuild, salvage the sections that were still standing. In the meantime, people cleared rubble and retrieved fallen agents
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fill: The Expression of the Emotion in Man and Animals (2/3)stripedpetuniaJune 7 2011, 07:56:29 UTC
It was June and Armando was in Boston, living in a homeless shelter. He had walked all over the eastern seaboard, sticking to places where he knew there would be trees. He'd kept his ear to the ground and occasionally he'd written to Moira, to the post office box she'd told him about. Because she'd wanted to know he was okay. She'd told him if he found Professor Xavier and the others that he should tell her so, but not where they were, because she couldn't know. It was sad to hear but he respected her a little more for the way she stood tall when she said it, the resolve and sadness on her face, and he'd hugged her quickly before slipping out of the building. Rough scales on his feet had carried him along for months without pain and he'd stopped in Boston wiry, muscular and tired, glad to stop and sit and eat and wait a little.
He stayed in Boston for a month and was getting the itch to leave again, maybe see New York at least, when he felt it: a little tickle in the back of his brain.
Armando?He froze, stopped walking in the middle
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fill: The Expression of the Emotion in Man and Animals (3/3)stripedpetuniaJune 7 2011, 07:57:01 UTC
He hadn't been thinking about it, really, but when he finally set foot on the estate, at the newly-minted Professor Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, he was looking for someone. Not Professor Xavier, although Armando knew there was no way the professor didn't know he was there. But he scanned the grounds, his vision sharpening a little to help, and there, off on a lawn to the west, was a small group of people firing clay pigeons into the sky. When one of them exploded a pigeon with a burst of red light, Armando nearly fell to his knees. He staggered closer and saw a girl point at him
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Re: fill: The Expression of the Emotion in Man and Animals (3/3)betweentheblissJune 9 2011, 18:38:54 UTC
i love you so hard right now. guhhhh. this is exactly what i was craving after leaving the theater, and you just nailed it right on the head. ♥________♥;;;;;;;
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He stayed in Boston for a month and was getting the itch to leave again, maybe see New York at least, when he felt it: a little tickle in the back of his brain.
Armando?He froze, stopped walking in the middle ( ... )
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On a unrelated note, may I steal your gator icon? I find it adorable and can't stop watching it.
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