Jan 07, 2010 10:21
They dropped her off before the sun had even hit its highest point; as watery as the light was Ororo knew its position the way a person knew that they had a hand at the end of each arm. It cast weak shadows across the plain building.
She wasn't convinced in the slightest that she'd like it here, or fit in.
But then Ororo didn't think that jail was a better option.
Shifting the army-issue bag she'd been given against the shoulder of her black leather jacket, Ororo bit on her lower lip as she watched the retreating shape of the Jeep and then turned her eyes back to the building when it had disappeared.
In Africa she'd learned how to use her powers but that didn't mean she trusted them. And now she was indebted to a man who expected her to use them on command?
So be it on his own head, Ororo decided as her black boots crunched through the packed snow toward a door, if this place wasn't made to resist lightning storms.
[content] arrival,
✝ mortimer 'toad' toynbee,
✝ nicky creed,
✝ yuriko 'deathstrike' oyama,
✝ ororo 'storm' monroe