Since all the gossip about 'the assault' had sort of died down, Louisa had noticed one thing. Her room-mate had gotten hell-of quiet and really, Lou wasn't sure why ( Read more... )

She'd kept her head damn low lately. Hell if she wanted to get wrapped up in all this shit ( Read more... )

She honest to God hadn't meant to make such a mess. She'd tried to be as careful as possible, and really, that was a struggle for her at the best of times. The peroxide was easy to find, the lemon juice, well, she'd just used some from the fridge, and really, she'd been dying her hair since the seventh grade ( Read more... )

*Talia sat in her room, reading one of her books that she'd brought with her, that she had read too many times. She placed her book down on her bed and went to the mess hall to get a drink, deciding she wanted milk instead of coffee, she grabbed a glass out of the cupboard and poured some milk. She drank her milk quickly, washing and drying it, she ( Read more... )

Lou was sitting in the mess hall, ignoring all the kids. She didn't do well with children. Regardless of whether they were usually adults or whatever. They were noisy, fussy and usually needed a permanent nap ( Read more... )

For Alison, the trip back to America had been a rather depressing one. She'd been the lucky individual selected to escort Evan Hosier's body back to Boston, where she'd handed over the remains to his father and step mother. The entire thing had been emotionally draining ( Read more... )

You know what sucks? Getting your butt kicked by a girl two inches shorter and about 50 pounds lighter. That, in Jamie Madrox's opinion, sucks. It had started simple enough, a sparring match with Laura. It ended with a thud and several moments later, Laura was heading out as though nothing had happened and Jamie was staring at the ceiling of the ( Read more... )

( He hadn’t exactly planned to buy her anything, but then he’d passed the shop and found it impossible to resist. She’d get a kick out of it and if the two of them got the time then a small, harmless sibling rivalry would be fun. )

Heather Cameron wasn't used to second guessing herself, but at the moment she was struggling not to do just that. The decision to come here, to Russia, to join this team... at the moment it wasn't seeming like quite as solid a notion as it had in the weeks preceding ( Read more... )

Stryker sighed as he set aside another small pile of files; for him, the most painful thing resulting from Evan's death had been the large amount of paperwork. He'd been aware of several issues around the compound regarding the man's demise, but he didn't regard this as something he had to solve himself. If any of the squad had issues, they could ( Read more... )