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The Trivia:
Wednesday's Answer: Anchorage, Alaska.
Today's Question: Which Morlock kidnapped Kitty Pryde?
The Sue:
TITLE: My Reflection - How apropos.
PERPETRATOR: ExhaustedFlames - Exhausted storyline ...
SUMMARY: "A mutant with a past of torture tried to forgive and forget so that she may be capable of loving again. But her untrusting reflection keeps getting in the way. Will she ever feel love again?" - Do I really care? No.
FULL NAME: Kai D’Antare
CODENAME: none
SPECIES: Female/Mutant
HAIR: red, a 'dyed red', not natural
EYES: golden
MARKINGS: none
MUTANT POWER (if applicable): Telekinesis and the ability to create things with her mind. ::narrows eyes::
ORIGIN: She's been a student at the school for eight years, one of the "oldest" students in that respect. Her mother tragically died of cancer - the only one who ever loved her or understood her. Her father - who sexually abused her when she was a child - didn't allow her to come to the funeral. She's oh so tortured, oh so angsty and so freakin' Classical Sue.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: John's best friend/soon-to-be fuckpuppet.
X-TRA SPECIAL ABILITIES: Evil Weapon X scientists gave her adamantium claws ala Lady Deathstrike. However, she has no healing ability, so how she manages to work that without having to gauze up her fingers all the time, I dunno.
NOTES: It's not bad writing. Some grammar and puncutation exist in this fic. The Sue is atrocious and the OOC-ness of John and Bobby is truly cringe-worthy.
Hey, and that mutant ability she basically stole from Mirage? She uses it only to create flower petals for her feet to walk upon. She never leaves a footprint behind, because Princess Sue strolls only on the petals of fine red roses. She better summon up a broom and dustpan, too, because I don't see that shit jiving with Xavier, flower petals laying all over his mansion.
Kai stood up and walked over to her dresser. Out came her favorite pair of jeans and her favorite shirt. The jeans were medium blue denim hipsters with embroidered roses on the bottoms. The shirt was black silk with an intricate rose on the front. She flung them over her arms and walked behind a curtain partition, separating her side of the dormitory from her roommates. She began to change out of her pajamas as she listened to John speak.
“I really don’t know what’s up with you today. Usually you’re always up early and ready to do stuff. You know, kick some ass. But lately you’ve been kind of...I dunno. Different I guess.”
Kai pulled off her pajama shirt with a sigh.
“You just have to notice everything don’t you?”
John shrugged, although Kai couldn’t see it form behind the thick, velvet curtain.
“I try.”
He was right. Kai had been bothered lately. Reoccurring memories of her mother had been haunting her sleep. And what she hadn’t told John was about the message she had found on her cell phone two weeks ago. It was Eric’s voice. The whole message was begging Kai to come back, that Mr. D’Antare had become abusive and violent. As much as Kai wanted to call Eric back, she never did. Her father was a bastard and Kai would rather have nothing to do with him than sit down and sort out his problems.
John broke the thoughtful silence.
“You okay?”
“Fine,” Kai said sharply.
She secured her black wristband around her wrist, switched her eyebrow ring to a small golden hoop, pushed a few hoops into her ears, and walked out once again to face the Pyro. Bypassing him, she picked up the brush off of her dresser and ran it through her hair a couple of times and took the sunglasses out of the right hand drawer and put them in her pocket.
“Are we done here?”
Pyro sighed, not at all surprised by her question.
“I suppose so.”
Kai surprised herself by the harshness of her words. She had never wanted to hurt John. He was her best friend.
John’s shoes made no noise as he walked swiftly across the floor. Stopping next to Kai, he looked into her eyes, the way he always did that sent a shiver up Kai’s spine. His deep brown eyes were so understanding. Kai had the sudden urge to reach up and run her hand through his hair. But she resisted.
She had always had feelings for John, and she knew he felt the same way. But there was something in Kai’s life that stopped her from letting him close. When she was young, her father had sexually abused her. Which was partially the reason why she wasn’t at all close to calling Eric back. And it was also the reason why she would never trust anybody completely ever again. It was why she trembled when she was close to John, it was why she pulled away at his touch, and it was what was destroying her life little by little.
“Don’t stress too much,” he said quietly.
Kai watched him, without saying a word. John knew what her father had done to her. Right now, Kai regretting telling him. She knew he meant well, but it seemed like a personal attack, just the way he had emphasized the word ‘stress’.
John saw the momentary distrust shine in her eyes. His hand moved towards her, only by an inch, but she felt his skin on her hand. Like always, she flinched. When his hand took hers, she flinched. She saw him moving closer to her. He was closer than he had ever been. She could feel his breath, rhythmic and warm, unnaturally warm. Warm with the passion of the flames. Kai was lost in him for a moment. But before his face made contact with her own, she pulled away from him.
Her arms twisted from his hold, her face turned away from his breath and her body turned away from his warmth. The black leather coat that hung by the door was Kai’s. It was a gift from Aaron for her sixteenth birthday. She took it form its peg and put it on quickly. Opening the door, she stood up against it, implying that Pyro find his way out.
Receiving the message, Pyro started towards the door. He exited the darkened room into the brightness of the hall. His eyes narrowed when suddenly bathed in the bright light. Kai stepped out into the hall as well, closed the door behind her, locked it, and dropped the key into her pocket. Her eyes were not used to the sunlight yet either. She pulled the red tinted sunglasses out of her pocket and put them on, sweeping her hair over them.
She took one last long look at Pyro.
“I’ll see you tomorrow Pyro.”
With that, Kai walked down the hall towards the front doors of the Institute. Her Mazda RX-8 was parked outside. The glimmering red exterior was gently flecked with mud at the bottom from Kai’s recent trek into New York’s lesser-known ‘earthy’ areas.
John followed loosely and watched her from the front door. He watched her open the door and sit down. The leather seats were hot and burned even through the denim of Kai’s jeans. She glared at Pyro who shrugged, straight faced.
Kai shook her head and put the key into the ignition. The car rumbled to life as she backed out of the drive. The rear spoiler cut through the wind with a momentary whooshing sound as the car accelerated. Kai turned the corner past the wrought iron gate and sped off in the direction of Albany, where she was off to visit the home of one of her friends.
John stood in the doorway for what seemed like forever. Eventually he turned around, shut the doors and continued back into the mansion. She’d be back.
Meanwhile, Kai was following directions from the navigation system in her car to Albany. Between the automated directions and reading road signs to make sure she was on track, Kai took the time to think about this morning.
She felt terrible. John was a nice guy. He wasn’t like her father. Kai knew that. But she could never trust any man anymore after what her father did to her. He had stripped her of any dignity she had and now it was impossible for her to even think about letting John near her. She wanted to, but something inside wouldn’t let her. She wanted to hold John, she wanted to be with John, but at the same time, she wanted to be as far away from John as possible. She didn’t want to be touched anymore.
With that last burst of realization, Kai pushed the thought out of her mind. She shut off the navigation system, figuring she could find her way from her current location, and she turned up her Godsmack CD higher, bass pounding through the car.
If only she could forget...
If only I could ... ::pops another pill::
Wednesday's Answer: Anchorage, Alaska.
Today's Question: Which Morlock kidnapped Kitty Pryde?
The Sue:
TITLE: My Reflection - How apropos.
PERPETRATOR: ExhaustedFlames - Exhausted storyline ...
SUMMARY: "A mutant with a past of torture tried to forgive and forget so that she may be capable of loving again. But her untrusting reflection keeps getting in the way. Will she ever feel love again?" - Do I really care? No.
FULL NAME: Kai D’Antare
CODENAME: none
SPECIES: Female/Mutant
HAIR: red, a 'dyed red', not natural
EYES: golden
MARKINGS: none
MUTANT POWER (if applicable): Telekinesis and the ability to create things with her mind. ::narrows eyes::
ORIGIN: She's been a student at the school for eight years, one of the "oldest" students in that respect. Her mother tragically died of cancer - the only one who ever loved her or understood her. Her father - who sexually abused her when she was a child - didn't allow her to come to the funeral. She's oh so tortured, oh so angsty and so freakin' Classical Sue.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: John's best friend/soon-to-be fuckpuppet.
X-TRA SPECIAL ABILITIES: Evil Weapon X scientists gave her adamantium claws ala Lady Deathstrike. However, she has no healing ability, so how she manages to work that without having to gauze up her fingers all the time, I dunno.
NOTES: It's not bad writing. Some grammar and puncutation exist in this fic. The Sue is atrocious and the OOC-ness of John and Bobby is truly cringe-worthy.
Hey, and that mutant ability she basically stole from Mirage? She uses it only to create flower petals for her feet to walk upon. She never leaves a footprint behind, because Princess Sue strolls only on the petals of fine red roses. She better summon up a broom and dustpan, too, because I don't see that shit jiving with Xavier, flower petals laying all over his mansion.
Kai stood up and walked over to her dresser. Out came her favorite pair of jeans and her favorite shirt. The jeans were medium blue denim hipsters with embroidered roses on the bottoms. The shirt was black silk with an intricate rose on the front. She flung them over her arms and walked behind a curtain partition, separating her side of the dormitory from her roommates. She began to change out of her pajamas as she listened to John speak.
“I really don’t know what’s up with you today. Usually you’re always up early and ready to do stuff. You know, kick some ass. But lately you’ve been kind of...I dunno. Different I guess.”
Kai pulled off her pajama shirt with a sigh.
“You just have to notice everything don’t you?”
John shrugged, although Kai couldn’t see it form behind the thick, velvet curtain.
“I try.”
He was right. Kai had been bothered lately. Reoccurring memories of her mother had been haunting her sleep. And what she hadn’t told John was about the message she had found on her cell phone two weeks ago. It was Eric’s voice. The whole message was begging Kai to come back, that Mr. D’Antare had become abusive and violent. As much as Kai wanted to call Eric back, she never did. Her father was a bastard and Kai would rather have nothing to do with him than sit down and sort out his problems.
John broke the thoughtful silence.
“You okay?”
“Fine,” Kai said sharply.
She secured her black wristband around her wrist, switched her eyebrow ring to a small golden hoop, pushed a few hoops into her ears, and walked out once again to face the Pyro. Bypassing him, she picked up the brush off of her dresser and ran it through her hair a couple of times and took the sunglasses out of the right hand drawer and put them in her pocket.
“Are we done here?”
Pyro sighed, not at all surprised by her question.
“I suppose so.”
Kai surprised herself by the harshness of her words. She had never wanted to hurt John. He was her best friend.
John’s shoes made no noise as he walked swiftly across the floor. Stopping next to Kai, he looked into her eyes, the way he always did that sent a shiver up Kai’s spine. His deep brown eyes were so understanding. Kai had the sudden urge to reach up and run her hand through his hair. But she resisted.
She had always had feelings for John, and she knew he felt the same way. But there was something in Kai’s life that stopped her from letting him close. When she was young, her father had sexually abused her. Which was partially the reason why she wasn’t at all close to calling Eric back. And it was also the reason why she would never trust anybody completely ever again. It was why she trembled when she was close to John, it was why she pulled away at his touch, and it was what was destroying her life little by little.
“Don’t stress too much,” he said quietly.
Kai watched him, without saying a word. John knew what her father had done to her. Right now, Kai regretting telling him. She knew he meant well, but it seemed like a personal attack, just the way he had emphasized the word ‘stress’.
John saw the momentary distrust shine in her eyes. His hand moved towards her, only by an inch, but she felt his skin on her hand. Like always, she flinched. When his hand took hers, she flinched. She saw him moving closer to her. He was closer than he had ever been. She could feel his breath, rhythmic and warm, unnaturally warm. Warm with the passion of the flames. Kai was lost in him for a moment. But before his face made contact with her own, she pulled away from him.
Her arms twisted from his hold, her face turned away from his breath and her body turned away from his warmth. The black leather coat that hung by the door was Kai’s. It was a gift from Aaron for her sixteenth birthday. She took it form its peg and put it on quickly. Opening the door, she stood up against it, implying that Pyro find his way out.
Receiving the message, Pyro started towards the door. He exited the darkened room into the brightness of the hall. His eyes narrowed when suddenly bathed in the bright light. Kai stepped out into the hall as well, closed the door behind her, locked it, and dropped the key into her pocket. Her eyes were not used to the sunlight yet either. She pulled the red tinted sunglasses out of her pocket and put them on, sweeping her hair over them.
She took one last long look at Pyro.
“I’ll see you tomorrow Pyro.”
With that, Kai walked down the hall towards the front doors of the Institute. Her Mazda RX-8 was parked outside. The glimmering red exterior was gently flecked with mud at the bottom from Kai’s recent trek into New York’s lesser-known ‘earthy’ areas.
John followed loosely and watched her from the front door. He watched her open the door and sit down. The leather seats were hot and burned even through the denim of Kai’s jeans. She glared at Pyro who shrugged, straight faced.
Kai shook her head and put the key into the ignition. The car rumbled to life as she backed out of the drive. The rear spoiler cut through the wind with a momentary whooshing sound as the car accelerated. Kai turned the corner past the wrought iron gate and sped off in the direction of Albany, where she was off to visit the home of one of her friends.
John stood in the doorway for what seemed like forever. Eventually he turned around, shut the doors and continued back into the mansion. She’d be back.
Meanwhile, Kai was following directions from the navigation system in her car to Albany. Between the automated directions and reading road signs to make sure she was on track, Kai took the time to think about this morning.
She felt terrible. John was a nice guy. He wasn’t like her father. Kai knew that. But she could never trust any man anymore after what her father did to her. He had stripped her of any dignity she had and now it was impossible for her to even think about letting John near her. She wanted to, but something inside wouldn’t let her. She wanted to hold John, she wanted to be with John, but at the same time, she wanted to be as far away from John as possible. She didn’t want to be touched anymore.
With that last burst of realization, Kai pushed the thought out of her mind. She shut off the navigation system, figuring she could find her way from her current location, and she turned up her Godsmack CD higher, bass pounding through the car.
If only she could forget...
If only I could ... ::pops another pill::