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Post by Storm on Dec 27, 2003 10:28:57 GMT -4
Ororo sat in the kitchen, picking at a muffin until it was simply a mutilated mess on her plate. She had attended the service, and had spoken a few words. Afterwards, her first instinct had been to lock herself in her room and never leave. But after her breakdown the first night, and the storm it caused, she couldn’t afford to lose control again.
I must stay strong for the children. We all need to keep our wits about us, if we are to defend ourselves against these Sentinals. Morale must be kept up, despite everything.
Sighing, Ororo picked another raisin from what was once a muffin. Hearing a voice, she looked up to greet the person with a weak smile on her face.
(OOC: tag?)
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 27, 2003 11:11:42 GMT -4
Christine stood in the doorway and looked at her. "What the muffin do that you had to kill it?" she asked softly. She looked worn out and still looked like she had been crying.
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Post by Storm on Dec 27, 2003 11:18:57 GMT -4
Storm inwardly winced at Chris’ choice of words, but didn’t show it.
“It seems I am not as hungry as I had thought,” she replied softly, pushing the plate away. “You do not look well. Have you been sleeping?”<br>
Has it really only been a few days? It seems like forever since I have seen him, yet the pain is still fresh, she thought idly, looking past Christine, rather than at her.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 27, 2003 11:39:18 GMT -4
"Sleep? What's that?" Christine asked as she entered the kitchen. She walked over to the coffeepot and started to brew a pot. "I don't sleep anymore. Too many nightmares."
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Post by Storm on Dec 27, 2003 11:43:48 GMT -4
It seems sleep is all I have anymore. But the moment upon waking, to realize that it was all just a dream… That almost makes the dreams, as wonderful as they are, not worth it.
“You have to try to take care of yourself, child. We need you to be strong,” Storm replied, as she watched the girl’s movements.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 27, 2003 11:50:09 GMT -4
Christine's hand gripped tightly around the edge of the counter, her knuckles going white. "I can't sleep. I can't face my nightmares, Mom. I *can't*. Because I see Phoenix, me, doing things that scare me in them. I can't handle that - can't face that. And anyway - my shields shatter the minute I fall asleep because the children's thoughts and grieving are too much for me."
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Post by Storm on Dec 27, 2003 11:57:13 GMT -4
Storm tried to listen to Christine’s pain, but one word made her close her eyes, as a wave of her own hit her.
“Please call me Ororo,” she said quietly, placing a hand to her forehead. “You have a mother, and I could never take her place.”<br>
She knew that Christine viewed Logan as the father she never had, so for Christine to call her “mom” was almost unbearable. She couldn’t stand to be linked to Logan like that… not now. That one word was like a dagger to her heart.
“Is there nothing Henry can do for you, or is this something you have to work on yourself?” she asked quickly, before Christine could comment on her earlier words.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 27, 2003 12:01:05 GMT -4
"She buried herself in her work when Kev died," Christine said quietly, referring to her birth mother. "And now she's too busy with her new boyfriend to be worried about me." She sounded just a bit bitter.
She paused a moment. "He's working on a headband for me that'll function like Magneto's helmet. But... I don't think that'll stop the nightmares. I'm scared, very scared."
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Post by Storm on Dec 27, 2003 12:09:07 GMT -4
“Christine, your mother loves you, no matter what. Do not ever doubt that. It is just hard to convey this with an ocean between you,” Storm said, comfortingly.
Maybe when… if this ever ends, some of the children should take some time off to be with their families.
“If there is anything I can do to help with these nightmares, you know I will always be here for you. But I would not give up hope on Henry yet,” she said the last part with a small smile.
I wish Charles were here. He would be able to help…
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 27, 2003 12:15:12 GMT -4
Christine trembled ever so slightly. "I don't think you want to know..." she whispered. "They are rather dark..."
'How can I tell her that I, no, Phoenix kills people in them... It would hurt her so badly... She's dealt with enough death...' she thought. A tear coursed down her cheek.
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Post by Storm on Dec 27, 2003 12:18:14 GMT -4
“If you do not wish to tell me, I will not push you. But it would make me feel better to at least see you eat something,” Ororo replied, before a small yet genuine smile lighted upon her face.
Reaching out, she grabbed the plate containing her mutilated muffin, and held it out to the distressed girl.
“Muffin?”<br>
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 27, 2003 12:25:39 GMT -4
Christine walked over and examined the remains of the muffin. She smiled slightly and her tiny hand hovered over a piece. She picked it up slowly and brought it to her mouth. She popped it in and chewed it slowly.
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