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Post by rennasan4 on Oct 14, 2012 11:53:49 GMT -5
Scott Summers bit his lip. Sitting in a wooded park in down town Manhattan. Jean Gray had chosen Logan Howlett to be her lover instead of him. He knew it was his fault. He let his anger for the man get in the way of what had really mattered. Jean But, now, his chance with her was forever gone. He had never had the chance to feel her arms around him in anything more than a friendly hug. He had never been able to feel the pressure of her lips on his.
A sigh slipped from his mouth, his breath curling vapor in the air. He had left the institute, his class, the other X-Men. All of it. He need time. And he needed space. He had just jumped on his motorcycle and drove, all night long, another whole day, and one more night. He came to a stop in this park, slipped off the bike and had staggered to the bench he was now sitting on.
Another sigh curled past his lips as he looked down at the line of ants crawling across the cement. He reached up and gently rubbed his temples, his head pounding with the stress. The sun reflected off the red lenses of his specially made glasses. Some times....like now...he just wanted to rip them off and break them. At the moment, he saw no reason to be go, he saw no reason to go back to the institution, but he also saw other reasons to do other things, but for now, he was just going to sit out in the cold, he was numb all over, and wasn't planning on moving any time soon... [/color] |
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Post by alexandriaalice on Oct 18, 2012 15:41:07 GMT -5
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She knew that look. John, her "son", had worn it the day she first ran into him. Heartbreak, sadness, pain, agony even. Alexandria Wilson hated that look. She needed to wipe it off the man's face. Needed to. She couldn't stand seeing it. A year ago she wouldn't have approached him, but the Battle of Manhattan had changed her. It had changed everyone. After it she had written several columns from the points of views of those who wore such an expression as this man. Somehow, someway, she had been able to help John and all those people. She would help the man with the red sunglasses as well.
She found her feet leading him to his side. "Hey...
[/color]" Her voice was friendly, and her eyes were glistening friendly. " Alexandria Wilson, call me Alexi." She held out her hand, the cold biting into her bare skin. She had walked from her home on South Street and hadn't expected a walk to take this turn. She thought it would just be a go and return and she'd be cold one moment and warm the next, but she knew now that she would be an icicle by the time she got home.[/size] [/div] notes notes here and whatever tag character name words and number here [/style] [/center] |
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Post by rennasan4 on Oct 22, 2012 19:51:16 GMT -5
Scott looked up to see a woman holding her hand out to him. Why would someone in a park come over to him? Why would anyone care? Jean didn't. Logan didn't. Did it really matter? No.
He looked from her face to her hand then to the ground. Why was she even talking to him? Why did she offer her name? Her hand? He sighed. "Scott...Scott Summers..." He murmured to her, not looking... [/color] |
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Post by alexandriaalice on Oct 23, 2012 17:09:53 GMT -5
[div style="border: 10px solid #96CDCD; width: 450px; background-color: #F0FFFF; padding: 40px 5px 40px 5px;[/newclass"]
[style=width: 350px; height: 250px; background-image: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/15nvqds.png);][style=position: relative; top: 120px; right: 100px; width: 200px; background-color: #96CDCD; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 60%; text-align: center; padding: 10px 10px 10px 10px; color: #F0FFFF;]left in the cold...
i never forget a face... [/div][/style]
Alexi offered a faint smile. "You okay?" She asked gently, her eyes meeting his beneath the glasses. She didn't say much, she didn't know what. She didn't know what h was either. She didn't understand the differences between mutants and humans and wasn't sure that she wanted to. In fact, she had only heard about mutants through Amelia Blake who had gone to see Professor Xavier about her gift to see the future.
(UGH SO SHORT!!! I"M SORRY SHELBY!!)
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Post by rennasan4 on Oct 29, 2012 20:05:47 GMT -5
He shrugged, not bothering to hide his feelings from this woman he didn't know as he looked up at her. "I had my heart ripped out." He said simply. And it felt like it.
If felt like Jean had reached in, played with his heart like a cat would a mouse. And then, just like a cat, she killed it. When she had had her fun with him, she ended it and moved onto another man.
He sighed inwardly, letting his gaze drop back to the ground as he looked at the ground as he clasped his hands in his lap. His glassed slid down his nose slightly and in one jerky movement he slammed them back up on the bridge of his nose, letting his hands fall back into his lap. The glasses caught any tear that dared to fall from his eye... [/color] |
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Post by alexandriaalice on Nov 21, 2012 9:55:26 GMT -5
[div style="border: 10px solid #96CDCD; width: 450px; background-color: #F0FFFF; padding: 40px 5px 40px 5px;[/newclass"]
[style=width: 350px; height: 250px; background-image: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/15nvqds.png);][style=position: relative; top: 120px; right: 100px; width: 200px; background-color: #96CDCD; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 60%; text-align: center; padding: 10px 10px 10px 10px; color: #F0FFFF;]left in the cold...
i never forget a face... [/div][/style]
Alexi sighed. "Scott, if she broke your heart then I'm not sure she was worth loving in the first place." She sighed, looking at him with soft eyes. She didn't know what to say. This was entirely different from John's problem, he had lost the woman he loved, she'd been kidnapped and was nearly killed, but here Scott's heart had been ripped out of his chest and his lover was still alive, only with another man.
Now Alexi had never loved anyone. Sure she had loved her parents and her family and of course her friends in a friendly manner but never had she loved someone like a boyfriend, so she wasn't exactly sure how to go about helping Scott out. But she was going to try until she failed. Hell, even if she failed she'd keep trying.
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