Post by Emma Frost on Jul 9, 2009 18:18:44 GMT -4
The interview having gone on long enough for her liking, Emma thanked Colin with her brilliant smile and took Callie by the hand, leading her off stage. Of course, after that there were the papers to sign and people to greet before they finally got out the door. The process of it all, though simple, was frustrating and took up the time she could be using to get back to the labs. Henry having left so quickly, Emma suspected foul play. Now, what she needed was to get Callie safely back to her room, and to make sure Henry was alright.
Sliding into her car, she checked Callie in her kid’s seat in the back and then drove off at a reckless speed. A warning headache came on about a mile out from home, and she put up a wall to fend off the residual energy from whatever had happened at their destination. In the distance, she could feel anger, high-tension; a fight had occurred here. And Henry had been in the midst of it. Worry took over and turning into the lot, she parked and exited the car.
“Callie,” Emma said very quickly, trying to keep her voice steady as she helped her daughter out of the child’s seat. “Come with me. We’ll get to your room, and then I want you to stay there, alright?”
Without waiting for a response, she locked the car, took Callie up on her hip and ran inside the facility. She could feel the despair of those who broke in, and the fury of her husband. But that wasn’t what bothered her; she could also smell smoke… and burning flesh. Panic began to set in, and getting Callie to her room felt more and more important. She set the child down and knelt down beside her, grasping her shoulders.
“I need to find your father and make sure our research is intact, but I need you to stay safe and locked in your room in order for me to do that. I don’t want you getting hurt. Will you promise me that you will go upstairs and hide until I come to get you?” She didn’t have time to waste anymore. She had to trust that Callie was old enough to get herself to her room, and smart enough to stay hidden in the shadows. From a short distance she could shield her daughter; until she got to her room, at least. She trained her mind on Callie’s, disguising her like a chameleon so she would blend in against the walls and the floor.
“Go!” and with that, she hurried down another, less noticeable hall in the opposite direction which connected to the main building of the Research Center, her long legs taking her toward the collapsed entrance into the laboratories.
((TAGS: Callie!))
Sliding into her car, she checked Callie in her kid’s seat in the back and then drove off at a reckless speed. A warning headache came on about a mile out from home, and she put up a wall to fend off the residual energy from whatever had happened at their destination. In the distance, she could feel anger, high-tension; a fight had occurred here. And Henry had been in the midst of it. Worry took over and turning into the lot, she parked and exited the car.
“Callie,” Emma said very quickly, trying to keep her voice steady as she helped her daughter out of the child’s seat. “Come with me. We’ll get to your room, and then I want you to stay there, alright?”
Without waiting for a response, she locked the car, took Callie up on her hip and ran inside the facility. She could feel the despair of those who broke in, and the fury of her husband. But that wasn’t what bothered her; she could also smell smoke… and burning flesh. Panic began to set in, and getting Callie to her room felt more and more important. She set the child down and knelt down beside her, grasping her shoulders.
“I need to find your father and make sure our research is intact, but I need you to stay safe and locked in your room in order for me to do that. I don’t want you getting hurt. Will you promise me that you will go upstairs and hide until I come to get you?” She didn’t have time to waste anymore. She had to trust that Callie was old enough to get herself to her room, and smart enough to stay hidden in the shadows. From a short distance she could shield her daughter; until she got to her room, at least. She trained her mind on Callie’s, disguising her like a chameleon so she would blend in against the walls and the floor.
“Go!” and with that, she hurried down another, less noticeable hall in the opposite direction which connected to the main building of the Research Center, her long legs taking her toward the collapsed entrance into the laboratories.
((TAGS: Callie!))
