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Post by Kurt Wagner on Oct 13, 2010 20:06:03 GMT -4
He wanted to scream. To hide. To bamf somewhere....anywhere....else. The sad fact was that anything less than strangling Bobby probably wouldn't help shut him up.
"How can it be a secret", Kurt scowled, "if you tell anyone who will listen?"
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Post by Mystique on Oct 13, 2010 23:07:39 GMT -4
There was something fundamentally wrong with the twinkly-eyed brunette, his smirk reminiscent of the Cheshire cat and Alice had just stumbled onto his tree. And, while there were many ways to skin a cat, the most satisfying was with a rusty pen knife and a very dirty smock.
"Loove is in the aiirr." The boy sang and then looked pointedly at her, ruffling her son's hair. Wait. Where? Between the boy and her? She stared incredulous.
"Okay okay, you're dragging it out of me. What is this some kind of Jedi Mind Trick??" He pointed at the elder blue child. "You. You're good."
Good. Attention was pulled away again, and she could go back to acquainting herself with the child. The strange impressionist was only bantering with the other boy. Cute, but not of any import.
"Kurt's got a secret admirer." And suddenly eyes were back on her again. She paused, understanding beginning to dawn. So, the boy was insinuating something about her and...Kurt? Why did that name sound familiar?
Quickly the parts clicked together. Kurt Wagner was the name in the file she'd read before coming here. The elder child was her son. Then who was this small one? Kurt's offspring? She stiffened. Oh God...and now the laughing boy was saying something was going on between her son and the body she was impersonating. That was disturbed and made both her skins crawl. The situation needed to be remedied quickly. Even if there had been something going on between her face and her son, that would be ended. Now.
Narrowing her eyes at the brunette, she hissed,
"That's not even a little bit funny. You're a mean, mean boy." She jerked her head towards the movie screen, indignation and rage fiercely coloring her face. She would need time to reflect on what she had just learned.
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Post by bamf on Oct 14, 2010 8:19:36 GMT -4
Bamf felt a little bad for Bobby. Bobby wasn't always funny like Bobby thought he was funny, but Bobby wasn't mean like angry girl thought he was mean either.
He wasn't two means, anyway. But he might be one mean sometimes but it wasn't to be mean it was to be funny. Bamf gave Bobby a sorry look.
It wasn't like Bobby was telling something that nobody knew anyway. Everyone knew Kurt had a secret admirer. Only it was only the secret admirer who thought it was a secret.
Except maybe Kurt. He was slow about these kinds of things.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Oct 14, 2010 8:48:35 GMT -4
“Oh come on, Kurt you know you wanna-“
Bobby was cut short by the fierce scowl and piercing words of the girl who had somehow interjected herself into his biznez. He opened his mouth and tried to say something, glancing at Bamf for support. This might be one of those chick things. Sometimes their emotions went all loop-de-doo. Even Kitty was starting to do that every now and again. It was something that Bobby didn’t fully understand. And never (ever) would.
“Well, yeah…it kind of is,” he said in regard to the not being funny part. If it wasn’t funny then why was he laughing? “Or…was until like…just now.”
And right now there was just this heavy weight in the room. Though the movie played on for several moments there was an awkward stillness that started to affect Bobby more than anyone else. He spoke out of the corner of his mouth, hoping only Kurt would hear. Since it was really only for him anyway thank you very much.
“Okay, I’ll give you three guesses,” he stage whispered without looking sideways.
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Post by Mystique on Oct 14, 2010 9:24:17 GMT -4
The unsettled look mingling with confusion made her realize the error in her calculations of the facts presented. She really needed to stop reading so many psychology books. She was beginning to see signs within signs within signs and they all pointed one way - insanity. At least she hadn't said too much. It was still possible to salvage the moment under "female justice" of a sort.
Turning with the sweetest expression imaginable, she happily chirped in hyperdrive.
"Sorry. I-just-think-that-when-everyone-is-trying-to-have-a-nice time-watching-a-movie, other-people-should-be-kinda-sorta-quiet."
He's already embarrassed, leave him alone already.
She tossed her head haughtily and said,
"Anyways-if-he-really-wanted-to-know-he'd-find-out-for-himself. I-wonder-how-the-admirer-would-feel-if-this-all-came-out." She gave him a look that said "And she will find out."
Taking another small piece of popcorn and slipping it neatly into her mouth, she whispered to the small one,
"So, is Kurt related to you?"
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Post by Kitty Pryde on Oct 14, 2010 17:18:13 GMT -4
She was going crazy. Between weird dreams that she couldn’t remember and weird feelings that she didn’t know why she was feeling, and all the silence in her room that was way louder than even her stereo, it was quite obvious that she was going crazy.
It really sucked.
Maybe she just needed to be around people. Silence could make people crazy, right? She just needed to be around people who were doing normal things and everything would be cool. That party idea of Bobby’s was sounding better every day.
Hearing noise coming from the rec room, Kitty made a beeline for it, ready to brave even the worst video game battle if it meant a little company. What she found was a little ragtag group of people watching a film. The first person she noticed was Nina, the new girl, both because she was new and secondly because she seemed to stand out among the others gathers, the others being Bamf, Bobby... and Kurt.
See, there were those weird feelings again! Like when she had felt so overwhelmed that she had just had to hug Bobby in the kitchen, now she found herself wanting to do the same to Kurt... only more than that. What was that all about?
Crazy, she was sure of it.
Tearing her eyes away from Kurt, Kitty tried to hide the blush in her cheeks by lowering her head so her hair fell forward and turning her face toward the television. “So, Avatar again? I bet I know who picked this movie!” she said, a little overly enthusiastically, turning a smile toward Bamf. What she really wanted to do was turn and bolt but that would just be really weird (and crazy), so instead she pushed Bobby’s leg off of the arm of the chair and perched herself on it.
The chair arm, not his leg.
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Post by Kurt Wagner on Oct 14, 2010 18:51:16 GMT -4
"That's not even a little bit funny. You're a mean, mean boy."
Kurt was a little panicked and a lot more embarrassed but he wasn't angry. As such, he was stunned by the savage retaliation that came from Nina. He hadn't really met her. Barely seen her around. He stared a little gape-mouthed and wide-eyed at her. It made no sense at all that she would be defending him and it sounded very much like she took what Bobby had said personally. Maybe it was her Bobby was referring to...maybe that's why she reacted so sharply?
Oh, no, he thought. How old is she? Twelve?
Fantastich.
He still hadn't blinked or closed his mouth when Nina went all bipolar and sweet and started asking Bamf questions. About him.
And then everything else in the room disappeared.
Except Kitty.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Oct 14, 2010 22:27:09 GMT -4
Nina must have heard his stage whisper because she got all high and lofty on him in the judgmental kind of way. Bobby tried to figure out how Chris would feel if he told Kurt. The only answer he could come up with was thankful. That's right, she'd probably want to thank him personally for being such an awesome friend. I mean, that kind of a secret can really weigh someone down, and that wasn't cool.
That settled it.
When her attention turned to Bamf, Bobby looked at Kurt. "Okay, TWO guesses, but that's my final offer."
Then Kitty walked in and threw off his comfortable groove. He made a half-hearted scowl at her, which she didn't even have the courtesy of acknowledging.
But wait a minute. Kitty was kind of a chick.
If Nina went all woo-hoo over this thing, Kitty might be twice as bad. Then Bobby might get more punches in the arm. He decided to zip it for now. "Nevermind," he said with a warning glance at Kurt. "We'll talk about it later. I'm trying to watch the stinkin' movie."
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Post by bamf on Oct 18, 2010 0:19:42 GMT -4
He was a little frightened by how quickly the angry girl's mood shifted. Something about it felt wrong. False.
It put him immediately on edge.
Bamf said nothing, but nodded in response to her question.
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Post by Kitty Pryde on Oct 18, 2010 18:36:08 GMT -4
Okay, this was weird. What, exactly, had she walked in on here? Bobby was being all moody and putting an end to whatever conversation he had been having, Kurt was just staring at her and not saying anything, Nina seemed to be more engrossed with little Bamf than the movie, and even Bamf had gone silent.
Great. Just freaking great. Way to kill a conversation. Wait... did that mean they had been talking about her? It made sense; why else would everyone just clam up as soon as she walked in? They were probably all talking about how she was going crazy, or how she had been rude to Christine or how she was starting to fall through things in her sleep again. Jerks.
“Way to make a girl feel special, guys,” Kitty muttered, crossing her arms and slouching down slightly in her seat. Not as easy to do when just perched on the arm of it, but she thought she at least accomplished making herself slightly less visible. She really wanted to run away now, but then that would just give them more to talk about behind her back, so for the moment she just pouted slightly and stared sullenly at the television.
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Post by Mystique on Oct 19, 2010 10:34:19 GMT -4
She'd spooked the little one it seemed. There was a wariness in his carriage now, the steady motion of his eyes a little too intent on the film. Well that was just perfect now wasn't it? There would be no more information out of him for a while yet. She might as well enjoy the movie.
The male lead was saying, "Everything is backwards now, like out there is the true world, and in here is the dream."
"Honey," she thought, "I've been living in the dream so long, I don't believe I ever truly wake up."
“Way to make a girl feel special, guys,” a voice muttered, an odd combination of barely masked fear and wounded resolve.
Whatever she'd come in here for, they'd disappointed her. Or maybe, they'd done exactly what she'd expected, but her expectations were skewed. It was dizzying trying to determine what the hormonal outrages of a teenage mind could be thinking.
She got up and wandered to where the girl and the boy were sitting in their mutual annoyances. Hanging her head slightly, both hands clasped behind her back, she said to him,
"I'm sorry...I shouldn't have snapped at you. It might be the sugar. It might be that I'm new here, and it's totally scary being in a new place alone. I guess...well, I don't like to see friends pick on each other. You can lose everyone and anyone in an instant." She shot a glance at Kurt, wondering if it would ever be a good idea to reveal who and what she was. She met the boy's eyes again. "It's best to part on good terms. I shouldn't have poked in, but he seemed uncomfortable."
To the girl she said, "I'm sorry, but I don't think I know you're name. I'm also sorry if I didn't say hello. Can we all start over and have a nice time here?"
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Post by Kurt Wagner on Oct 19, 2010 11:03:26 GMT -4
On the list of things Kurt Wagner understood well, the emotions of any of the females he had ever met fell far, far down that list.
With Kitty's disappointed grumble he found himself pulled by some powerful gravitational forces back into the room and just slightly behind his stomach. As he tried to recover, he discovered that there were two young ladies making him feel guilty about how self-absorbed he had been.
"...it's totally scary being in a new place alone..."
Kurt understood that much as well as anyone. He felt badly that he hadn't taken the time to consider how Nina might have felt.
“Way to make a girl feel special, guys.”
But more than that, he couldn't get Kitty's words to stop knocking around the inside of his skull. He wanted to. It's just that he was so unsure of everything. It was the verdammt dreams - he wasn't sure how to trust what was real any more.
He trusted his own feelings. He just didn't know what hers might be.
And he didn't know how to talk to her about it without looking like a total idiot.
But he thought he should say something...it was just that he had already started before he realized that he didn't know what he was going to say. He thought maybe turning it into a cough or a sneeze would keep from drawing any attention. He might have been right if only he hadn't tried them both at about the same moment.
"Excuse me", Kurt mumbled in agonized embarrassment.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Oct 19, 2010 13:47:04 GMT -4
For whatever shortcomings Bobby had, he had one nearly unfailing quality. He was impervious to social awkwardness. Though this may not seem like a great boon in the greater scheme of things, it actually made him a much happier person all around. As small a thing as that may be, it meant the world to Bobby Drake.
And in this case, he did pick up that Kitty was pouting, and he of course did know it had something to do with what he said, but he couldn’t let himself be distracted by it. For that matter, he couldn’t let her be distracted by it.
But before he had the chance to say something completely hilarious Nina stood up to make a public apology. Bobby listened to her in silence and then nodded. “But dude,” he said with a big grin on his face. “You totally are not alone!” He gestured around. That was what he loved about this place. There were always tons of people around. “Don’t take off. I’m Bobby. Pouty McPouterson over here is Kitty. The wee one is named Bamf, and his older brother there is-“
Just then Kurt made a weird noise and Bobby looked over in time to see something gross. He plucked out a tissue and reached as far as he could with it toward Kurt. “-Kurt.” He shrugged, the matter fully resolved in his mind’s eye.
“Now that we’ve got that out of the way. Let’s do something more social. Like…I don’t know. Truth or dare?”
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Post by Kitty Pryde on Oct 20, 2010 19:21:37 GMT -4
Oh, great. This just kept getting better! Instead of just brushing it all off and watching the film until Bobby took it upon himself to lighten the mood with a terrible joke, which was inevitable, Nina had to get up and get right in their faces and apologize and make excuses and be little miss sunshine and rainbows and ugh. Kitty just was not in the mood for the “can’t we all just get along?” speech right now. And, of course, Bobby had to go and be all Bobby-ish, which only served to earn him an elbow poke to the ribs for his little nickname. Then there was Kurt, whose only addition to the conversation was some strangled, snorting, cough thing that really didn’t sound healthy. For a moment, all eyes were on him and all was quiet again.
Kitty, for her own part, couldn’t look at him for too long, though, because the longer she looked at him, the more she started to think things, things she shouldn’t have been thinking about her friend. Best to focus on Bobby instead.
“Don’t worry about Jerky McJerkson here,” Kitty said to Nina, pausing only long enough to stick her tongue out at Bobby. “People snap at him all the time. He never takes it to heart.”
The silence broken and half-hearted insults traded, everything should have just gone back to normal and they all could have settled down and watched the film and ate popcorn... but noooo. How could she even think that things could be normal for five minutes?
“No way, nuh uh,” Kitty said, shaking her head vehemently. “Last time you suckered me into that game I had to...” Noting the eyes looking at her, she lowered her voice to hiss directly in Bobby’s ear. “...I had to ‘confess my undying love’ to Professor Summers!”
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Post by Mystique on Oct 23, 2010 0:38:34 GMT -4
Kitty was filed under "beyond help" in a little cabinet in the bottom of Mystique's mental office. The apology had elicited another exasperated layer of annoyance. You could lick the exasperation oozing off through her hostile posture and violence toward Bobby. It tasted like turmoil with a hint of disdain.
It was beautiful to watch the flickering emotions that rippled through her body, as it stiffened, relaxed, tensed, recoiled, and struck. Fluid, though not unique in its reactions, she gained a sense of Kitty that was by far the most complete in its ranges. Even the hissed conversation between her and Bobby was not left unrecorded in the mental palette. The words were lost, but the childish shaking of her head, the little twist in the corner of her mouth, the tweak of her brow, that special furrow...every thing registered on the checklist of features she would need to impersonate her perfectly. And she hadn't missed the startled glances between her and Kurt. Even now she carefully avoided his gaze, while he desperately tried to tear his own from her.
She decided that Kitty would be the best choice for her needs at the moment. Nina was nice to use to ingratiate herself, but Kitty would be a good host. Any mistakes made on her part could be covered with an indignant pose and a pretty scowl. There were still a few things left to consider, but she was sure she could glean the information from the conversations around her over the next few days. First though, to assure that they would never be in the same place together, she would have to make Kitty hate her.
With a toothy smile, she said,
"Aww, come on, Kitty...I think it'd be a lot of fun. We could all get to know each other, and even if we don't all do truths, dares can be fun! Bobby, since you suggested it, you go first." She turned her body slightly towards Bobby and away from Kitty in a seemingly unconscious gesture.
I oppose your decision, girl. I offer you up to your pseudo-enemy. How will you respond?
How twisted are the actions between two females, and how lost are the males in this subtle exchange...
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