No rest for the wicked [OTA]
Jean had managed to move in without much interaction between herself and the other strangers in the house. She didn't even really know why she was there in the first place. Her "abilities", as the others had called them, were nothing fantastic or unique- they were dangerous. She had learned such a lesson first hand on multiple occasions when she could not control her temper or emotions. When she got worked up, things just sort of... happened.
And yet somehow, she had found acceptance among the renegade group of "mutants", such as herself, as though she were not the dangerous person she really was. So why had she agreed to come? It was that part of her that kept her awake that night, unable to sleep.
It was 2 am when she last checked clock on the kitchen wall. Jean sat at the long counter, chin resting in the palm of her hand as she let her eyes wander through the deserted, ghostly house. It was a nice change of pace, the quiet. She rubbed her eyes, bloodshot and filled with unfortunate experience beyond her years, and stifled a yawn. Not yet. She wasn't ready to sleep just yet.
And yet somehow, she had found acceptance among the renegade group of "mutants", such as herself, as though she were not the dangerous person she really was. So why had she agreed to come? It was that part of her that kept her awake that night, unable to sleep.
It was 2 am when she last checked clock on the kitchen wall. Jean sat at the long counter, chin resting in the palm of her hand as she let her eyes wander through the deserted, ghostly house. It was a nice change of pace, the quiet. She rubbed her eyes, bloodshot and filled with unfortunate experience beyond her years, and stifled a yawn. Not yet. She wasn't ready to sleep just yet.