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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 28, 2003 12:09:19 GMT -4
Christine walked into the entranceway of the school - having thanked Jason for walking her home. She was still ill from her nightmare and really wasn't in the mood to see anyone - but she had a gut feeling that someone was going to run into her and ask why she was as pale as a ghost.
"Just a dream," she whispered. "Just a dream."
OOC: Tag, Storm
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Post by Storm on Dec 28, 2003 13:46:23 GMT -4
Storm had been killing time wandering the mansion, and trying to keep her thoughts occupied, when the front door opened, and Christine walked in. She looked a little green around the gills to say the least, and she was alone.
“Christine, are you ill?” Storm asked, concerned, as she approached the young girl. “And please do not tell me that you were out alone.”<br>
Although concern was the main emotion, there was an obvious sternness in her gaze.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 28, 2003 13:49:05 GMT -4
"I tried to get someone to go with me to get a drink - but I met a friend while I was out," she said. She held her head. "The guy I was with said I passed out twice. He walked me home after taking me to the club he goes to so I could recover from my fainting spell."
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Post by Storm on Dec 28, 2003 13:54:38 GMT -4
Storm was not prepared for the information that Christine threw at her.
“So you went out alone, at age sixteen, to drink? Not only that, but you met a strange man, who claims you passed out several times, events of which you have no memory of?” she asked, incredulous.
Crossing her arms over her chest, she affixed the young telepath with a disappointed gaze, her eyes narrowing slightly.
“I do not believe I have to make clear to you how I feel about this.”<br>
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 28, 2003 14:00:23 GMT -4
"It's not like that, Storm," Christine said, and looked away. "Phoenix was alert the whole time - I was careful." She could feel her world spinning again - and she shook her head.
She fell to her knees and held her head. "My head... I can't..." Tears streaked down her cheeks.
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Post by Storm on Dec 28, 2003 14:19:32 GMT -4
“It is not only that, but with the Sentinals around, we must stay together. There is strength in numbers…” Storm continued on her lecture, when Christine suddenly sank to her knees. A look of surprise on her face, Storm quickly kneeled down beside her, placing an arm around her shoulder.
“Are you alright? Christine?” she asked, as the girl grasped at her head. This behavior eerily reminded the Weather Witch of one of Rogue’s attacks.
Another that is off on her own. This uneasiness will not leave until everyone is under this one roof.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 28, 2003 14:23:56 GMT -4
"A nightmare - a nightmare that continues to haunt my waking hours. I can't get rid of it, I can't," Christine whimpered, holding her head. "I'm losing my mind - I know it."
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Post by Storm on Dec 28, 2003 14:30:26 GMT -4
“You must stay strong, Christine. It was only a nightmare. Nightmares…dreams, they are not real,” Ororo replied, a faraway look in her eye as she said the last few words.
No matter how much we wish them to be…
“You must put it out of your mind. If you dwell on it, it will only begin to eat at you. It was not real,” she continued, trying to comfort the crying girl.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 28, 2003 14:35:08 GMT -4
"I can't! I remember every sight, every sound, every smell as if I was there," Christine whispered, her voice breaking as she continued to cry. "I'm scared... It was so vivid."
She was slowly growing hysterical with what had happened in her dream.
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Post by Risty on Dec 29, 2003 15:16:31 GMT -4
Mystique came through the door after Rogue; the young girl huffing in first and up the stairs without a word or glance at anyone. Carrying Rogues’ travel bags, Mystique came in and the white skin she was wearing deepened and darkened to a midnight blue, the brunette hair became red and the eyes seemed to catch light from every direction and reflect it back with a greenish yellow tint.
She watched Rogue angrily brush past Storm and another young girl and up the stairs quickly. “Rogue!” She called out to her, but the girl would not listen.
She shook her head and set the bags down in the hallway. “Kids these days.” Her voice sounded like a chorus of voices, bells chiming at different pitches and timbres.
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Post by Storm on Dec 29, 2003 15:22:36 GMT -4
Looking down at the crying girl with worried eyes, Storm was about to respond when the front door burst open, and Rogue came barging in. She barely spared a glance at the others in the room, as she charged up the stairs, looking extremely upset.
Ororo’s first reaction was relief that the girl had arrived home safe. She didn’t like the idea of anyone being separated from the group during this time. Her instinct was to race after Rogue, but she held herself back. From her expression, Ororo had the feeling she already knew about Logan.
She probably wishes to be alone now, to come to terms with what has happened…
Hearing a voice, Storm turned her attention back to the door, just in time to see Mystique dropping an armload of luggage to the floor. Throwing a comforting look at Christine, Storm stood.
“Is she alright? Has she been told… does she know about Logan?” she asked the blue skinned woman.
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Post by Risty on Dec 29, 2003 15:30:58 GMT -4
This woman's strength is impressive. I saw her and Logan together a few times and suspect that they shared something deep. This has to be hard on her-yet she carries herself with just as much strength. Fascinating!
Mystique looked up the stairs. "She knows everything. She is not taking any of it very well." Looking back down at Storm she asked, "How are...How is everyone else holding up?"
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Post by Storm on Dec 29, 2003 15:35:38 GMT -4
Taking a deep breath, Storm straightened her back before responding.
“These are very hard times, as I am sure you know. If it were only one thing to deal with, instead of so many…” she said, sighing. “But I am quite impressed at how everyone seems to be banding together as a team, with only a few exceptions.”<br>
The other three do not appear to be holding together well, nor will they accept any help.
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Post by Risty on Dec 29, 2003 15:43:57 GMT -4
Mystique nodded, and decided to go ahead with her thoughts. "I saw you grieving. You cared much for Logan. Everyone did, but you cared deeply." Storm barely flinched, but there was something there that Mystique could see, or at least thought she could. Storm was solid as a rock, but there was something threatening to push through-something wild and uncontrollable.
Looking down and then back up again, Mystique said, "I just wanted you to know I admire your strength."
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Post by Storm on Dec 29, 2003 15:55:29 GMT -4
At Mystique’s words, Storm felt her heart constrict, but she did not allow it to show through in her physical appearance. She would not, could not, allow herself to lose control again. The consequences could be severe.
Was it obvious before? If so, why had I not realized it for myself until it was too late?
Nodding once as Mystique finished talking, Storm smiled weakly.
“Thank you. And do not worry about Rogue. I do not know the complete history between you two, but I do know her. She is strong, and she will overcome.”
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