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Post by scott on Apr 29, 2007 14:51:28 GMT -4
(Taking place a few moments before the spit hits the fan)
It seemed like it had been ages since Scott had allowed himself to just relax. In fact, if anyone were to really corner him on it and get specific with him...he might have to openly admit that he never had been able to relax. Not once in his known life...though there was that one time when he kind of smiled. Though there had been witnesses, they doubted it happened a short while after.
Now he was with Jean, and he still had a hard time believing that she was really back. All the time that they had spent apart made this seem all the less likely. He showed his astonishment and enjoyment in a typically stoic manner.
Jean knew him well enough to know what lay far beneath the surface.
“It sure is quiet,” he commented and immediately his thoughts became more in line with a father. “When kids are quiet it means they usually are getting into trouble.”
Even now it was difficult to just sit and be with Jean. “I could just check the monitor real quick...”
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Post by janedoe on Apr 29, 2007 21:10:03 GMT -4
Curled up next to Scott on the sofa, Jean swore this was the most peaceful she had felt since her return. Even when the Phoenix wasn’t stirring in her head, she couldn’t help but worry about why the celestial being was being so quiet. Just for tonight, though, she wasn’t going to let any of it bother her.
Silence was golden. If only Scott thought the same way...
“You do that and you can spend the rest of the night watching it. Alone,” she said, smiling over at him.
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Post by scott on May 1, 2007 16:47:15 GMT -4
Just as he was about to get up and make a quick check of the place, Jean's warning stilled Scott where he was. He looked over at her from behind ruby quartz glasses and could see that although Jean seemed fond of his company, she was more than willing to follow through with the threat. With a resigned sigh, he settled back in the couch next to her.
"It's been so long since we've had any time..." Scott looked over at her, waves of genuine heartfelt emotion welling up in him beneath a placid surface. It had been so long since he had even seen her face. Jean had been gone for so long, and he still woke up in the middle of the night trying to figure out how she had come back to him.
Despite the fact that they weren't alone with that thing inside of her. Right now Scott only cared that she was here.
But recreation wasn't his forte.
"So...," he said as he slapped his knees to an awkward rhythm. "What's this room used for, anyway?"
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Post by janedoe on May 1, 2007 20:38:22 GMT -4
It was times like these that Jean wished she could see his eyes. Scott wasn’t one to display his emotions, and although she knew him well enough to know what he was feeling, sometimes she just wished she could see it.
It had been a long time. In fact, she couldn’t remember the last time they had really had time to relax and simply enjoy one another. If felt like a lifetime ago. Some days she thought it was. I lifetime before she had been imprisoned; before she had lost her memories; before she had served Magneto. Before her mind had been invaded.
Laying her hand on top of his upon his knee, Jean stilled the awkward drumming as she let out an amused chuckle. When he wasn’t ‘doing the leadership thing’, he barely knew what to do with himself.
“Well, if you ask the students, I’m sure they will take the abbreviation of ‘Rec Room’ in a more literal sense,” she replied. She couldn’t count on both hands the number of times something had been damaged in this room. “When was the last time you sat down and simply enjoyed a movie?”
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Post by scott on May 6, 2007 22:02:49 GMT -4
Movies. There were movies on the walls. And a large screen television. Scott looked at it curiously. There were games, and other things that he might have lumped into one grand category labeled ‘distractions’.
And now Jean was here, and she was the distraction. He looked over at her from behind ruby quartz lenses. She was a beautiful distraction, to say the least. Scott took a deep breath.
The last movie I saw was...Karate Kid, I think. He cleared his throat. That had been a very long time ago.
“Right,” he said standing to his feet. “Why don’t I pick something out. The last thing we need is a chick-“
But that predictable thought was never completed. A giant quaking shook the entire floor. DVD cases rained to the tiled ground the pool table skittered back and forth and the lights surged.
A fine gypsum powder settled down over Scott’s stunned face making him seem even more the statue. Unnecessarily, the alarm started to sound.
“-flick.”
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Post by janedoe on May 7, 2007 19:45:41 GMT -4
Recently, the days had been filled with confusion, stress and heartache, and it had taken its toll on their relationship. They used to talk about everything, but now the lines of communication seemed to have been reduced to a single, slim thread. He knew she had worked for Magneto before regaining her memories, but he never asked about her time there and she never offered any information. She knew he was concerned about the Phoenix, but she preferred to pretend it was nothing than to face her fears. She missed the closeness they used to share, but perhaps a simple night alone, just enjoying each other’s company, would begin to mend their wounded hearts.
Perhaps not.
One moment there was silence and peace, and the next there was noise and chaos. She could hear cries of pain, fear, and confusion resounding in her head as the floor shook beneath her, but above them all, drowning them out, was something amazing. Something beautiful. Something terrifying.
It was like the singing of a thousand voices too sacred to be heard, and they were all calling to her. No, not to her: to the being within.
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Post by scott on May 10, 2007 15:37:30 GMT -4
There was only a moment of lapse before Scott kicked back into gear. The first feeling he had was one of irritation. This was Xavier's famed school for the Gifted, after all. Chances were it was someone who lost control of their temper or powers or both. It happened all of the time.
But one look at Jean's face and Scott suddenly realized this was something altogether different. She looked...distant. There was something very wrong with the sightless way she was looking at him.
"Jean?" He looked toward the door. "Come on," he said as he grabbed her hand. They had to find out what this was and quickly!
(wanna continue us in one of the breaking point threads?)
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Post by janedoe on May 10, 2007 16:05:42 GMT -4
As the dust settled around them, Jean was completely oblivious. The music resounded in her head, beautiful, tempting, alluring. She was powerless to ignore it. She was already on her feet, moving sightlessly through the rubble. It was calling to her, and she had to follow it.
Suddenly she felt a pressure on her hand, but she barely recognized it as anything more than something that was pulling her toward her destination. If it would get her there quicker, she would not object. With quick steps, she followed him from the room.
(I would be glad to. First Facet, here we come.)
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