Jun 23, 2009 22:04
Kit clicked the TV off and glanced out the window. It was a bright sunny day in upstate New York, far too nice a day to be rewatching news broadcasts on the Tennessee attack. Rolled off the tongue, that. Tennesseeeeee attaaaaaaaack. Of course there had been no mention in this segment as to why the group had been attacked. Or what they were attacked by. It was all nicely vague for now.
Word was spreading in some of the late night shows though, about confined mutants losing it, about hate mongering...some of the townsfolk were honest enough to tell the truth. Kit almost liked them. What worried was that some of the channels had actual footage of the crime scene. Before it was cleaned up.
It'd been bothering her for weeks though, and so far nothing had come of it.
Maybe it was time for a break. The kids were in town today, Kurt and Jamie escorting Wanda to her prenatal appointment (and probably hitting the mall on the way home). That left the grounds and the pool free for her use. That was a pleasant thought, and she could feel Lockheed already floating in the cool water.
She just...didn't swim around the rest. The scars bothered them. And them being bothered bothered Kit so...
Yeah, she could go swimming today.
Noon had her at the pool, her coffee mug on the concrete by the deep end and a simple black bikini on as she did laps.