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Post by Phoenix on Sept 15, 2005 22:34:37 GMT -5
(( For referance, this is Jean, but :: This is Amethyst :: (Moi!) ))
:: Amethyst sat on the front lawn, a few feet from the front door, carefully inspecting a bright orange, spiky looking flower, surrounded by about 4 large bags. Hair pinned back severly, a brown bag lunch behind her (stubborn reminders of her mother), she definatly looked 'down'. Considering how excited she was to actually be accepted at Xaviers, of all the places, imagine her dissapointment when no one answered the door. For the forty-five minutes, her slightly eccentric mind had contemplated this. Considering it was early fall, there was bound to be some students here. But as it was the weekend, maybe they were out. Or maybe everyone was playing a trick on her and there were hidden cameras somewhere. No, that was paranoia.Tossing the flower behind her she leaned back, legs crossed, eyes lifted to the light blue, crisp fall sky. ::
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Post by Deathdealer on Sept 15, 2005 23:02:27 GMT -5
Will walked through the front gates of the Institute to see the girl there with her bags... how odd, there hadn't been any new students in an age. "Hello?" he said cautiously
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Post by Phoenix on Sept 16, 2005 18:25:42 GMT -5
(( Should they know eachother? ))
:: She jumped up, turning to see Will there, the mid-morning sun practically blinding her. "Er... Hello? I'm Amethyst, I'm supposed to be meeting, um, Miss. Grey?" she asked, fishing around her memory, already feeling herself blush for being caught unaware. ::
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Post by Deathdealer on Sept 16, 2005 18:29:02 GMT -5
"Oh, 'lo there, I'm Will, You must mean Jean. Well, seeing I'm mostly a night person, I haven't seen her around....." he said, trying to think of where she could be. (Nopers)
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Post by Phoenix on Sept 16, 2005 18:38:54 GMT -5
:: "Oh, umm... Well, could I just put my bags inside... or I can wait out here." Sheilding her eyes with her hand, she finally got a good look at Will and tilted her head to the side. He looked like a night person. Catching herself staring she turned her eyes to the building behind him.::
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Post by Deathdealer on Sept 16, 2005 18:40:34 GMT -5
"nah, you'll want to come right in, you'll like it here I suppose, most everyone does, that's why we're here... and I'm blabbering and I'll shut up" he said walking up to the front door and opening it.
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Post by Phoenix on Sept 17, 2005 16:17:34 GMT -5
:: Watching Will 'blabbering' made her feel a lot better. Grabbing two heavy bags in each hand she made her way to the front door, noting Wills body language while she did. How somebody moved, spoke, even walked told alot about a person. And she knew from experiance she could 'read' almost anyone. "Thanks. Er... I was going to ask your power, would you be offended?" ::
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Post by Deathdealer on Sept 17, 2005 16:28:01 GMT -5
"Well... I've never had anyone think twould be an offense to know something about me. I have telekinetic abilities and ....this other thing.... " he said, not sure how to breach the subject with someone seemingly so innocent
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Post by Phoenix on Sept 17, 2005 16:31:57 GMT -5
:: "TK- very sweet. And 'other thing'? It can't be that bad, not unless you eat people or drink blood or someth-" Stopping dead in her tracks, almost falling over in embaressment she blushed furiously, twice in five minutes, a new record. "Oh, dear." Looking down she flung her bags back over her shoulders and arms, wishing she could die.::
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Post by Deathdealer on Sept 17, 2005 16:35:46 GMT -5
He smiled both at her comment and her clumsiness. "Let me get those for you" he said, lifting them up with his telekinetics.
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Post by Phoenix on Sept 17, 2005 16:40:54 GMT -5
:: She sighed with realief, flexing her fingers to get some feeling back in them. "Thanks..." Managing to look around, she willed her mouth to just stay shut as they climbed some stairs. "It seems kind of empty." Damn, well, her whole 'mouth shut' thing didn't last long. ::
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Post by Deathdealer on Sept 17, 2005 16:47:48 GMT -5
"Yeah, we've had more vacancies than usual as of late, So, you'll have many more options for choosing a room... " he said, trying to make conversation, something he was never very good at.
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Post by Phoenix on Sept 20, 2005 18:21:58 GMT -5
:: "Do you guys really have a jet?" She blurted out. "And some sort of crazy training room?" Without waiting for an answer she stopped abruptly in the hallway, turning very slowly to stare at a beautifully done portrait of a group of people, all in black uniforms. What really caught her eyes, though, was a women with long red hair, bright green eyes with what looked like flames dancing in them near the front. She was smiling a small, knowing smile, like she could see her right now. Beside her was a man with brown hair and sideburns, a faded jacket and dark brown eyes, another man in some sort of visor, a tall, exotic women with white hair and dark skin, and professer Xavier himself at the front in a wheelchair, of course. Reaching out slowly she ran her fingertips along the woman with the green eyes long red hair. She felt like she had seen her before, that she knew her, but the memory was just hidden and so, so close... She looked almost hypntotized as she let her hand rest on the painting. ::
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Post by Deathdealer on Sept 20, 2005 18:43:47 GMT -5
"yeah, we do.... " he said, suddenly noticing her fixation "Find Jean interesting?"
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Post by Phoenix on Sept 20, 2005 18:45:44 GMT -5
:: "I guess so." She said, tearing her eyes away. "I feel like... nevermind." She said, not frowning but not looking particularly happy. "Who is that man beside her, in the jacket with the brown hair and eyes?" ::
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