Wow. Wow. He really knows what to do with a throbbing engine between the legs, I'll tell you what.

Where the hell is Rossi, anyway? I'd better leave a message for my agents. Maybe that CNN producer can be sweet-talked into a new idea. . . .

( 'But motorcycles are completely unsexual. We'll do it again.' [Scott] )

Done, then. I turn my coat and trust to the cops and the muties to save me from the bad guys.

It's a crazy world. I wish I could stop shaking. Maybe Rossi's home.

Think I could get something into Time, maybe? Would "Leah Canto has an important announcement to make about her association with the Friends of Humanity" be enough to turn editors' ( Read more... )

Thank you, Nathan. Thank you, Rossi. Thank you, Scott.

Thank you, God.

( 'Your circumstances were extreme. I don't blame you.' [Scott] )

Just pushing and pushing and pushing! How many times do I have to say, "Leave me alone," before they doPhone's off the hook. Router's off. TV's off. Windows and doors locked. Try to come and save me now, you ungrateful bastards. I'm doing this for your own good, and what do I get? Pushed into hysterics in a mom-and-pop bookstore in downtown Salem ( Read more... )

LJ entry: Dead woman walking
Originally posted: July 11, 2005
Written: October 26, 2005
Requested: xmm_summers

( Commentary )

I think he's used to my up-and-down mood by now, but I wish I hadn't . . . oh, well. Done's done, and I'm sure Nate will like the moose.

As much as Rossi will like the fluffy grey kitten with the big pink bow now waiting outside his door. He probably won't chew and drool on his toy, though. Probably.

( 'We all have, ah, impulses.' [Scott] )

Saturday, 7:13 P.M."Hi, Scott! Just me, calling to see if maybe you'd like to get together for coffee sometime. Not much going on. Just finished work on a new article - well, no need to get into that. You know how it is. I'm, um, doing okay. The bruises are healing, and the cuts have pretty much scabbed over. Everything feels okay, too. I guess I'm ( Read more... )

[OOC: set the evening of Sunday, October 23.]

It's mostly just a blur. A confusing, loud, painful, bright, scary blur. Mostly painful. And scary.

They shouldn't have done it. They shouldn't . . .

I remember talking to him, and I remember the sound of the park bench twisting around at his command. I remember the way it dug into me like thorns, ( Read more... )

[OOC: set the evening of Sunday, October 23.]

Why did you have to stop him? It would've been a good way to go. Proper.

But no. Boy Scouts. Mutant Boy Scouts. Save the damsel in distress. Give me a break. Tie her back to the railroad tracks. Please.

Why did you stop him?

( 'You've brought this upon yourself, you know. In more ways than one.' [Magneto, Scott, Hank] )

I tried my leash a little tonight. Called up Scott Summers, asked him to meet me at Harry's for a bite and a chat. Nathan was in the room. I don't think he had a weapon on him, but probably. Probably. He let us talk, anyway. Didn't say anything afterward, either: just sat and watched me walk out. He probably called Tom right away ( Read more... )