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Post by hughissuper on Feb 5, 2010 14:08:27 GMT -5
"You go ahead...I've just, um, got some things to take care of...." While she temporarily decided to let Scott's fling with Emma go, she was not quite ready to share a bed with him, yet.
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Puddle's eyelids drooped, but he wasn't about to admit tiredness to any adult--especially at a time when it would make sense to be tired. He'd much rather save those excuses up for a time when it would be convenient for him (like during a test or while doing chores), not some bossy grown-up.
"I'm not tired." He protested, yawning.
Vivien glanced at Puddle, suppressing a smile. She'd never liked to go to bed either, even when she was tired. She was very tired, right now. After all, superhuman stamina could only take you so far. Vivien had definitely reached her limits as far as that was concerned.
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Post by wishiwasslytherin on Feb 6, 2010 15:54:38 GMT -5
Rogue sighed and leaned into Gambit's embrace. "It's hard not being able to remember things from mah past, Remy, and tha only one who can give me some answers, is Mystique. But she is a big bowl of worthless." she explained and then took a step back looking into his eyes. "Ah have given up on it though, I realized it just doesn't matta anymore." 'Because I am in love with you, and it was unbearable to be away from you.' she yelled silently in her head, of course she couldn't tell him that, she had worked so hard to build up a barrier to keep him from getting to her heart, but she failed...miserably.
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Post by hughissuper on Feb 6, 2010 17:24:41 GMT -5
Gambit squeezed her lightly and stroked her back through her jacket, "Lots of people don't know tings about their past...." Yeah, Remy, you know ALL bout dat, don't ya?..."...but it don't stop em movin forward...."Yeah, Remy, they can move forward and make deal wit de devil....and lie to the ones they love. Gambit held Rogue tighter.
Gambit ground his teeth, wishing sometimes he could explode his shadowed past the same way he could explode cards. Conscience, I've had 'bout enough outta you...
"De past don't gotta always haunt ya, chere." LIAR! Remy LeBeau, you can say a thousand Hail Marys, but you'll never be the person you pretend to be....
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Post by Dr. Bagelman on Feb 6, 2010 20:22:58 GMT -5
Cyclops turned and furrowed his brow, opening his mouth to say something. He closed his mouth and looked down at his feet. Let her go, Scott, she's hurting, said the all-too-right voice in his head. He looked back and watched her walk down the hallway silently, his hands in his pockets. He picked his teeth with his tongue, let out a quiet, frustrated breath, and headed slowly upstairs, to that same cold bed he thought he'd left behind.
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Malcolm was soon asleep on the sofa with Rodney, twitching in a dream, curled up on the sofa between them. Malcolm snored and drooled on his shirt.
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Post by wishiwasslytherin on Feb 8, 2010 9:13:50 GMT -5
Rogue gave Gambit a small, sad, smile. "You're right, ah should just focus more on the present for now on." she replied, leaning her forehead into his shoulder. After a moment of comfrotable silence she lifted her head, "come on, Cajun, ah need to rest mah weary bones." she said with a chuckle and reached for the door, holding his hand in hers.
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Iceman, Archangel, The Potter (Dade Jackson)
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Post by xmenfan on Feb 9, 2010 6:50:41 GMT -5
Hallway Iceman & Archangel flowed Hank & Nightcrawler down the hallway to where Dade was. Iceman thinking about the “not making him jump” comment beast had made could not resist sneaking up behind him. “Boo!” he said loudly as he placed his hand on Dade’s shoulder with a grin. Tag Dade, Blue team> Dade Jumped and let out a startled yell much to iceman’s amusement. “Wow, you really snuck up on me”. Dade took one final glance at the security system then turned his attention back to the mutants in front of him “I seem to be a little lost…” He said with a smile. Tag Blue team>
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Post by wishiwasslytherin on Feb 10, 2010 9:41:03 GMT -5
Emma looked up at the clock above the bar, it was just after midnight. She tucked the folded piece of paper, with her new friends number on it and tucked it in her top. She downed the last of her drink and pulled out her credit card from inside of her bra, handing it to the bar tender. She said her goodbye's and walked out into the cool night air. She slumped into the seat of Scott's car, and rested her head against the steering wheel. She let out a long shaky, sigh and the tears began to fall. She sat there for close to a half hour, sobbing. Her heart ached, and she missed the time where she couldn't feel love, where she just didn't care. When you let yourself care, you set yourself up to get hurt.
She picked up her head and shoved the key into the ignition. No more, Emma, it's about time you buck up and move the hell on, she thought to herself. "You got that right." she replied out loud, letting a slow smile spread across her face. She straightened up her make-up in the mirror and then threw the car into reverse, speeding back to the mansion.
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