Jason was in his room the door propped open wide in case Nicky wanted to drop by. He was digging through his things trying to find a notebook he’d misplaced. The longer it took him to find it the more irritated him. He was tearing through his bags tossing clothing and personal items around the room as he looked. Jason was furious and it was ( Read more... )

Hmmm. Somebody's poisoned the water hole...
[ ooc: technically I'm still on hiatus, but I haven't felt the voice for Wade in awhile so to tell him to shut up is....ridiculous. ]

The third floor of Jefferson Hall was quiet as the head of the team’s mutant hunter appeared in the doorway of his room. He’d only been coming out of his room for food for several days now. After his little encounter with Roy, both his mind and body had been on something akin to a short circuit. His mind was only now finally beginning to heal from ( Read more... )

Where most others in camp who had inhaled the drugs pumped through the ventialtion system last night were having a less extreme reaction to the chemical compound Ethan was struggling. You see the thing is he's a man who is excellent at keeping his emotions in check and putting on that cool, calm facade to everyone else and then going to the gym and ( Read more... )

The roof of the Jefferson Hall Dorm has become a sanctuary of late for Ric. He discovered when they first moved in that the fire door lock was nowhere near as secure as the military had probably thought and with a bit of focused trembling he managed to work the bolts free. Now he sneaks up here every night and sometimes during the day too for that ( Read more... )

The whiplash from her headache had finally filtered away, making Emma feel a touch more human. Even if she wasn't a hundred percent, she was definitely more herself, less stand-offish for no reason and less locked down. Keeping tabs on Rictor was important, even if he was spending certain evenings on the roof smoking and it wasn't really the safest ( Read more... )

Maybe it was her imagination but even the dark, frigid Washington landscape at 4:30am looked majestic when she was looking at it as a free woman. Weeks in a cell, let out only long enough to train, had done exactly what Sykes was hoping it would. It gave Betsy a new appreciation for the creature comforts they were allowed at the base. Comforts like ( Read more... )

Everything is just hunky-dory. The sky is a pastel shade of blue, the air is cool but fresh, it feels so good that you want to breathe in deep just to clear your head and up in the sky there are no more than a few wispy clouds. John knows right then and there that today, was going to be a good day ( Read more... )