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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Sept 27, 2004 12:46:09 GMT -4
Christine sat on the floor of her room, her knees tuck tightly under her chin. She sighed as she reached over to grab some pens and paper and plot out her announcement. Normally, she would have been happy to do this - but given the circumstances of what was going on - finding joy in announcing she was engaged was not there.
She sighed as she began to jot down ideas. Wasn't it just yesterday that she and Kurt had started dating? And now she had to announce to the world at large that they were engaged - something that wasn't true by any stretch of the imagination. She could only imagine how he'd react to the news. That and there was the whole bit about Hank saying that Kurt was dead. Something told her that it could be true - but then again, Creed could have been lying - he never told the truth before.
She sighed again, and reached up to grab the doll she had used for emotional support when she was younger. The fur had faded in spots, but it was still recognizable. "Oh, Bamf," she murmured. "What am I going to do?"
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Sept 27, 2004 12:53:54 GMT -4
She sighed - knowing no answer would come from the doll. "Better get started," she said. She massaged a growing migraine, willing it to vanish before it made her unable to work.
It was odd, she thought to herself, she hadn't had migraines like this before Phoenix bonded with her. It was odd that they were returning, but she paid little heed to them. It wasn't truly important now, was it?
"I hope Tae's willing to help me in this ruse," she muttered to herself as she knew that photos would have to be submitted in order for the ruse to be pulled off successfully. "And I hope she doesn't kill me first. Eesh."
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Post by rabbit on Sept 27, 2004 19:36:00 GMT -4
Pete wandered down the hall to his room. His plan was to do a bit of digging around on his computer for any information on mutant activity in New York.
As he passed Christine's room, he heard her talking to herself through the open door. He stopped for a bit and peeked in. She was sitting on the floor with a paper and pen. "Wotcher? Writin' your weddin' vows, future Lady Pinhead?"
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Sept 27, 2004 19:41:41 GMT -4
Christine had a fit of childishness and stuck her tongue out at Pete, before mentally slapping herself. "No, Pete, not my wedding vows to Pembroke. A fake engagement announcement," she said, leaning back against her bed and looking exhausted. "As if I didn't have enough to do."
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Post by rabbit on Sept 27, 2004 19:59:10 GMT -4
He smirked and placed a hand over his chest. "I'm touched, luv. But don't you think we should've discussed this before tellin' the public about us?"
He let himself in. "Is Pembroke that revolting that you have to lie to get out of marryin' him?"
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Sept 27, 2004 20:04:09 GMT -4
Christine reached up and threw a pillow playfully at Pete. "Perish the thought. I'd have Kitty killing me in my sleep if I said it was you. I figured Kurt wouldn't mind... I did date him," she said, looking just a tad sheepish.
She paused. "Hell, yes. I don't want my genepool mixing with his. They inbreed in his genepool." She shuddered. "Besides, he's currently thinking he's Gabriel VanHelsing and I'm Anna Valerious."
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Post by rabbit on Sept 27, 2004 20:21:44 GMT -4
Pete caught the pillow. More accurately, Pete's face caught the pillow. "Won't Wagner be suprised if and when he finds out." He snorted. He tossed it back at her with little force behind it. There was a slightly grim look on his face. Why did she have to bring up Kitty?
Pete shook his head and put on his devious smirk. "There was one occasion when I thought I was Han Solo, and woke up face down in a parking lot with a fiver stuffed in me mouth. But enough about me. Maybe Pembroke should've tried wooin' you another way. What do ya Celtish birds go for these days? Tossing rocks at yer bedroom window, and serenadin' you with balads on a bagpipe?"
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Sept 27, 2004 20:25:01 GMT -4
Christine flushed and deftly caught the thrown pillow, after it hit her shoulder. She sighed. "Yes, I'm so eager to see his reaction when he finds out. Should be lovely," she said. "And it was more of Rahne and Carl's idea for me to announce I'm engaged to Kurt."
She tilted her head and shuddered. "No. All Pembroke wants is the title and the land. He doesn't want me."
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Post by rabbit on Sept 27, 2004 20:33:37 GMT -4
Pete huffed and looked at the wall. "We don't even know where Wagner is, do we? What's going to happen when people start askin' questions? The 'he's away on business' excuse ain't gonna work forever."
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Sept 27, 2004 20:37:07 GMT -4
"I'll think of something," Christine said, looking up at him. "I have a friend who's a shapeshifter. I'm going to ask if she can pose as him for photoshoots and whatnot until we find him," she said, rubbing her eyes.
"And the keyword for him in the article is MYSTERIOUS," she said, saying it just right so you could hear all caps for the word.
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Post by rabbit on Sept 27, 2004 20:45:29 GMT -4
"Well, you can kiss your privacey goodbye." Pete stuck his hands in his pockets. "Have you planned your escape root for when the media starts bangin' down the doors?"
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Sept 27, 2004 20:49:03 GMT -4
"No and no," Christine said, just a smidge irritably. "I got talked into this, so Rahne and Carl better come up with something to save this little Scottish lass from the horrors of the press. I'm hoping it stays to the local papers and doesn't go poof and end up splashed across all major papers."
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Post by rabbit on Sept 27, 2004 20:58:39 GMT -4
Pete gave a sharp laugh. "Good luck! Sorry to rain on yer plans, luv. But this charade can only go on for so long until someone catches on."
Pete could really be an ass sometimes.
"I've had experience with this sort of thing. You can't count on other people to cover yer tracks for you."
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Sept 27, 2004 21:04:38 GMT -4
"No shite, Pete," Christine said, sighing softly. She looked exhausted and poked the papers with a closed pen. "I just want my life back and I don't like dealing with things like this. It's a headache I don't want or need."
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Post by rabbit on Sept 27, 2004 21:20:28 GMT -4
Pete looked down at her. His brow furrowed. This wasn't fair. This wasn't bloody fair! She shouldn't have to deal with with this nonsense. He found himself feeling sympathetic toward her again.
Bloody Hell! Pete was better off not knowing she existed.
Before he could stop himself, Pete spoke. "Do you want to get outta here?" He mentally punched himself. Dah! Damage was done. "Y'know, to get yer mind off all this."
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