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| Topic Started: May 8 2007, 12:58 PM (599 Views) | |
| Pyro | May 8 2007, 12:58 PM Post #1 |
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OOC: Pyro has been at the mansion for several years. Therefore, you are more than welcome to say your character knows and is friends with him. ^_^ Pyro rolled over, rather comfortable lying in hay that for some would be way too itchy and annoying on the skin. His eyes read over what he’d just written, his compendium held up above him, wondering if he should rewrite the very last sentence. Sometimes grammar and composition was a real pain. “Take out the they’re… replace it with something else…” he said to himself, rereading the sentence. “Yeah, that’ll do for now. Can edit it more later.” Below him, one of the horses neighed, as if the animal was agreeing with him. “Yeah Atlantis, agreed,” he said, grinning to himself. He was in a pretty good mood today; always was when he’d spent the better part of the morning and afternoon on a complete roll with the current novel he was working on. It was a Sci-Fi/Fantasy thing with him as one of the characters. And why not? That’d been a question that he’d asked himself a long time ago when first thinking about what to next work on after deciding his autobiography could wait for a while. Of course, his character had Pyrokinetic abilities, a power he couldn’t right well use safely up here in an attic loft full of hay. If he lost his concentration even for a second the whole area would go up in a matter of moments. On that thought, he closed the compendium, slid it into the backpack he had with him, and proceeded to head down the stairs. He was getting hungry, and had finished off the snacks he’d packed for a long day of writing. Patting the horse he’d spoken to before, he headed out of the stable loft, promising Atlantis that he would return once he’d filled up his rather empty stomach. The dim light of the stable loft was a stark contrast to the late afternoon brightness, John squinting for a while as he walked down the path. He knew the Xavier mansion like the back of his hand; he could’ve made his way from the loft to all the way up to his room with his eyes closed if need be. In fact, he did close them, the sunlight just a tad bit to irritating right now. It suddenly occurred to him that perhaps he hadn’t eaten everything he’d brought with him, remembering he’d packed a Mars Bar yet believing he hadn’t actually eaten it yet. Sitting on the nearest bench, he sifted through the contents of his bag, all bar one of his most precious of possessions allowed to be tipped out on the footpath. Ah hah, there it was! “Whoa hoo!” he exclaimed, relieved he didn’t have to go all the way inside. Sitting in classic Pyro style, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees, John watched the Basketball game in the near distance, some of the younger students finding it difficult to be good sports. Sore losers was definitely the more proper term for the behaviour he was witnessing. He thought back on his own angry moments, way back when he’d ended being given a home in a place that basically had no rules; rules pertaining to attitude per say anyway. He’d done some things he wished he could erase entirely from his mind, but, as his foster sister had said… the bad comes with the good and remains to keep on teaching us a lesson. |
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| Alix | May 8 2007, 07:44 PM Post #2 |
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For Alix, most of the day had revolved around thinking, reading, and perhaps.. a bit of food. Early that morning, she'd grabbed herself an apple and a bottled water and, as always, head off to explore the expanse of the institute. Generally that was limited to the various paths, but today.. it had been closer to home. The stables, boat house.. other established buildings. It'd been a long day, really, and finally she'd decided to head back to the institute, only to quietly catch sight of someone that she ahd yet to meet, but heard alot about (both mentally and physically) ::You alright?:: She honestly and truthfully, hadn't meant to sneak up on him. But something about quiet little telepaths- especially those that happened to never -really- speak.. made for nice little sneaking options. Even still, one look and it'd be.. relativly clear that the telepath wasn't anywhere near hostile and was, honestly, more likely to be found at a teaparty. Of course, that was just basic visual perception. On second glance.. it'd be clear that teaparties never exsisted where this girl was from- where ever that was. Either because of that strange.. emotionless look in her eyes, or the ratty state of her coat, it was.. mildly apparent that while she was not a threat now.. she wasn't exactly harmless. ::I ah.. I'm Alix:: She nodded, quietly- just barely holding out a gloved hand. An abrupt interduction of herself, really.. but then.. she was at least getting better. She wasn't standing there for hours watching for one thing, and she wasn't jumping halfway out of her skin when he talked back. Progress was.. a subjective thing. |
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| Pyro | May 9 2007, 06:33 AM Post #3 |
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::You alright?:: Pyro quite literally nearly fell off his seat in his attempt to get up in his shock and find out who was behind him. “Geez girl, ya might wanna announce your approach next time. Would have been a nice sight if I’d ended up on my backside on the nice hard concrete path, huh?” he said, grinning at her, a clear sign he wasn’t really that annoyed with her. He’d been lost in his own thoughts anyway, wouldn’t have known anyone was coming unless they’d been directly in front of him. He took the frail looking thing in, although, he’d heard from Wolverine that she was far from being as frail and weak as she looked. In fact, from what he’d been told about the Danger Room session they’d better hope she never left to join the Brotherhood… like he had… ~Oh damnit John, don’t go there, it’s been almost three years. Get over it already. It’s done, in the past, over…~ and it suddenly occurred to him that if she was listening she’d of picked up on his thoughts just then. Thanks to Logan he not only knew who she was but also what she was capable of too. ~Thanks Logan,~ he thought, inwardly smirking. ::I ah.. I'm Alix,:: she nodded, quietly- just barely holding out a gloved hand. Pyro reached out to take that hand, one of his wrist flame throwers a part of the handshake. “Yeah, I know. Comes with being not only good friends with one of the teachers but also having been here for a while. I’m kinda at that stage where I am trusted to know names and details about the newcomers to the mansion,” he looked a little worried then. “Ah, not to say I know much more than power levels and stuff,” he assured her. “Name’s Pyro, or John. I prefer Pyro though,” he informed her, wondering if she knew anything about him at all, being a telepath. |
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| Alix | May 9 2007, 06:44 AM Post #4 |
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::oh.. sorrry:: she nodded apologetically, black and white eyes shifting onto him silently. For a moment, she watched him, curiously taking in his thoughts without.. honestly meaning to. However- she quickly stopped, realzing what she was doing. Nervously, she ran her hand through her hair, pushing a few strands of black and white back behind her ears- only to have htem fall back fowards. ::iOH.. you know Wolverine? I.. helped him in the dangerroom.:: she confirmed his thoughts- just in case. ::It's a pleasure to meet you, Pyro.:: She smiled just barely. Her thoughts, as always, wandered- drifting over various aspects of the day and the surroundings, analyzing and pairing them with simularities, running the differences and finding out why. At the same time, she wondered on the feelings of the other students by Pyro, quietly and curiously seeming to drift off into her own litte world. |
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| Pyro | May 9 2007, 09:34 AM Post #5 |
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Pyro’s blue eyes watched Alix closely. She seemed nervous, and a part of him wanted to assure her she didn’t have to be like that around him. He simply nodded at her apology, the look on his face depicting there was no need to worry about it. At her mention of Wolverine he just nodded, “Yeah, he’s a good friend of mine. Might seem weird but he’s helped me out a lot. He mentioned that DR session, said you were pretty darn good,” he pointed out, smiling at her. “He’s glad you’re on our side actually.” Chuckling, John broke off some of the uneaten Mars Bar, from the non bitten end of course, handing it to her. “Here, it’s delicious,” he verified, taking another bite himself. At her looking away, John didn’t want to break the rather concentrative silence, his gaze moving to settle on the basketball game again, the Mars Bar soon finished and the compendium back in his hand. He’d just decided to make a character based after Alix, but would call her something completely different of course. “So,” he finally began, “you haven’t been here long, that much I know, you are staying, at least I can assume that… what are your goals here? Some just want a home where they’re accepted for who and what they are; others want to gain control of their abilities, and yet others want to work towards becoming one of the X-Men. What are your plans?” and they were genuine questions, his being the very latter of the aforementioned choices. |
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| Alix | May 9 2007, 09:46 AM Post #6 |
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She flushed, quietly seeming to inwardly smile at the compliment. She really had tried exceptionally hard in that session, attempting to the best of her ability to beat the sentinals. Something.. that hadn't been the easiest for the mute telepath. At the offer of the chocolate, she shifted, and nodded, quietly ate a bit. Truth be told.. she'd never had a mars bar. A few other kinds of chocolate, yea.. but really, Alix was more than a bit behind on the whole candy bit. ::thanks, that is very good:: she laughed- quietly. There was a vague hint of emotion in her laugh, and while it lacked the bravado that so many others could muster within their laughter.. there was something.. sincere in her pleasantness. And then the question. For a moment, her gaze shifted upwards, looking whistful, almost as she thought it over. What did -she- want. Not what a gang wanted, not what some random target wanted, not what her father had wanted.. but what she wanted. ::I.. want to make life better for others. I don't have to be accepted.. but.. I'd like to see others.. have a good life.:: she smiled, her gaze falling back downwards. Oh, she was a noble one. But.. in part, she was not. That, however, was something that she'd keep deeply buried as long as she possibly could manage. ::how about you? What do you want?:: Her eyes leveled onto his, softly showing genuine focus and interest. |
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| Grimalkin | May 10 2007, 05:15 AM Post #7 |
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A young boy could be seen walking in the distance toward a mysterious sound he had heard a ways off. This was Robert, who by now was beginning to be called Mittens, a boy no more than 4'5''. The sounds were exciting as if some group of kids were being some group of kids. It would be quite interesting to see actually. Robert had only just arrived. The surprise of being in such an expansive place was beginning to wear off. What he couldn't quite grasp was the commonality of being mutants. So far that was the biggest shock and to prove it his back still hurt. Yes, his encounter with a Regan, plant manipulators, and a guy with multiples was still freshly in his mind. His hazel-like eyes filled with happiness as a basketball court loomed in front of him, the source of the noise. Pushing the black bowler out of his eyes, he grasped the chain link fence that surrounded the court with his right hand. The bowler hid a nice extra set of ears, cat ears, that stuck out of his unruly dusty brown hair. A gray and black striped tail began to flick in tune with the pounding of the basketball. Oh, how he wanted to join the group of teens. For some reason, though against his present nature, Robert wanted to be part of the crowd. Too bad this crowd consisted of teens much taller than him and a few who weren't being fair. Some of them were defiantly using a trump card, their powers though discretely. The young catboy could have watched the game for hours. But something behind him made him curious. His ears picked up some lone figure who seemed to be talking to himself. Turning, his curiosity taking over, Robert saw a boy taller than him and an odd girl about his sister's height. They appeared in conversation but even at this distance he noticed that the girl didn't speak. |
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| Pyro | May 10 2007, 09:45 AM Post #8 |
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::Thanks, that is very good,:: what in the world? She acted as if she’d never tasted the delicious taste of sticky caramel covered in chocolate and mixed with that… what was that stuff? Nougat? Whatever the fluffy stuff was it was absolutely divine. He was about to make a big deal out of it all when he suddenly thought better of it. He didn’t want to embarrass her, not on their first meeting. When they became friends, then she’d be added to his list of people to play practical jokes on. ::I.. want to make life better for others. I don't have to be accepted.. but.. I'd like to see others.. have a good life,:: now that had to be spoken from the heart; from the depths of someone who’d experienced the darker side of life and wanted to try her best to make sure others were protected from such a thing. ::how about you? What do you want?:: Pyro smiled. He so knew that question would be returned his way. “I wanted to be one of the X-Men. Since I’ve already managed to achieve that, I guess I just want to be me. Accepted for who I am, and around when my friends and others need me,” he shrugged. “Especially my foster Mom and sister.” A few minutes later, a tiny flame playing in the palm of his hand (yes, he couldn’t help but show off a little), John glanced at Alix questionably. “Ah, Alix,” he began. “Are my eyes deceiving me or does that guy over there have a cat’s tail?” he asked. Now he was someone Wolverine hadn’t yet told him about. |
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| Wolverine | May 10 2007, 09:53 AM Post #9 |
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OOC: Wolverine is bringing Lou back to the mansion from Welcome to a new place. Logan’s smile was big behind his helmet, the bike easily moving through the few cars and other vehicles on the road this late in the afternoon. Lou’s attempt at humour; pretending she hadn’t noticed he’d been annoyed with her; gave Wolverine the verification he needed that this new teacher wasn’t going to be a stick in the mud. He’d merely caught her gaze when she’d made sure he knew just how serious it was allowing herself to trust him. The look in his eyes had sealed the deal, because it was just as important she knew how serious it was for him to trust her. Turning the corner onto Graymalkin Lane, Logan glanced down at the cat basket between his legs. He wondered how the animal was doing, the eyes looking back at him through the openings not really giving much away. He was completely surprised the feline hadn’t hissed and spat at him. Either it didn’t sense what a lot of other cats did, or it simply just didn’t much care. Then again too, there was the whole, “If owner trusts stranger then so will I” deal too. He’d seen that a few times in his life before. Proceeding with the usual security checks at the front gate, he was moving through them even before they’d finished opening, heading for the garage. As the bike slowed down he caught a familiar scent, smirking to himself. He figured Lou could do with getting to know some of the mansion residents, so he kicked the bike back into gear and manoeuvred it down one of the many mansion paths. St. John Allerdyce suddenly leaned his head to the side, glancing to his left. A grin spread across his face when he saw and immediately recognised the motorbike. “Hah,” he said, chuckling. “Speaking of Logan…” getting up, he watched as the motorbike sidled up beside them. Removing his helmet, Wolverine motioned to Lou, “Alix, John, this is Lou. Apparently she’s lookin ter be a teacher here at our school.” Glancing back a the young woman, he added, “Lou, Alix and John, or Pyro, as he prefers ter be called,” giving the flame manipulator a wink. Holding out his hand, Pyro’s grin was wide. “Nice to meet you, Lou. Welcome to Mutant High.” |
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| Lou | May 10 2007, 02:43 PM Post #10 |
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Lou had caught it, Logan's gaze. Behind those eyes she could at least sense a bit of desperation. ~What happened to you, what's your story?~ She thought as the scenery quickly changed around them. Yes, she wanted to know the close ties of others. Maybe just maybe at this school she could learn as well, learn to trust again. Elea hadn't even let out a simple mew yet. He was just enjoying the ride. This cat was an odd one and his owner would be the first to admit it. Lou just smiled and let a slight chuckle escape her pale lips. "Logan I wasn't being serious before but I think he may actually like you." In the distance a mansion rose in its magnificence. She couldn't help but be amazed this totally beat the private schools she went to as a child. "Classic, you didn't wait for the gates to fully open," she sighed to Logan. Not a word was spoken after that because she realized that she would have done the same thing. Her anticipation rose as the bike slowed. Here it was the chance she had been waiting for. Mentally preparing herself, Lou was ready to get off Logan's motorbike as soon as he stopped. But then he suddenly turned down another path. The mansion grounds were, well, massive. But a sudden tour wasn't what she wanted. "Logan, where are we going…" her voice trialed off as people can in view. "Oh, guess I should meet some of the kids first," she half said to herself as they got closer to the two, a boy and a girl. With the bike turned off, Lou's heart slowed yes she didn't much care for the adrenaline one got riding the open rode. As Logan introduce the two she simply nodded formalities weren't necessary, she wasn't a teacher yet. She took the boy's offered hand. "Pyro, eh, it's nice to meet you as well. Mutant High?" she questioned and hoped that girl would have called the school that. It would have been easier to remember. "Hello, alix." She said holding out a hand, "It's nice to meet you, too." The catboy in the distance simply watched the newcomers. His hand was still clutched to the chain link fence; someone had a cat with them. How he could tell, he didn't know. |
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| Alix | May 16 2007, 07:49 PM Post #11 |
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::It's ok.. you can come over here..:: Alix nodded quietly, speaking softly towards Mittens before turning back towards The approaching Lou and Wolverine. For a moment, she shifted, uneasily adjusting herself to a group situation. It wasn't that she didn't like being around alot of people- she enjoyed it, really.. but, well, listening to people talk, distracting herself from the thoughts each one went through.. well, it wasn't the easiest. But, she could do it. Silently she adjusted her telepathic levels, just barely lowering her emotions even more. Not to mention.. this woman was new.. what would be her thoughts on telepathy? She swallowed her nervousness and quietly smiled- plesantly, though a bit emotionlessly- towards Lou. ::Nice to meet you:: she nodded, tiny gloved hand meeting Lou's to shake. Her gaze shifted momentarily to Pyro, curiously watching the interaction between him and logan and lou. Accidental habbit, really, watching others talk. But if they asked her a question , she'd withdraw from observation, and reenter into conversation. |
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| Grimalkin | May 17 2007, 05:50 AM Post #12 |
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Robert cocked his head in curiosity. It was true; the girl didn't speak to him. Telepathy. he thought. His sister had ceaselessly listed the powers of known mutants, conveniently forgetting to mention their names and any give-a-ways to their identities, in hope that he wouldn't be surprised or scared when he entered their world. Like that worked. Releasing the fence he began to slowly walk up path toward the group of people. It was a good thing to. As soon as he turned the basket ball slammed into the fence right where his small hand would of been. The force that it traveled at was so huge it caused the fence to uncontrollable shake. Robert's tail shot into the air and he bowed his head shrugging his shoulders at the same time; he cringed at the sound. The crash and the vibrating fence caused his eardrums to ring painfully. Not paying attention he stepped forward and tripped on a shoelace that he knew he had tied. Falling forward, he threw out his hands just in time. It stopped the fall but the black bowler flew off revealing his extra set of ears, cat ears to be more precise, sticking out of his unruly dusty-brown hair. |
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| Pyro | May 17 2007, 06:55 AM Post #13 |
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"Classic, you didn't wait for the gates to fully open," Logan had just grinned at that comment, continuing on without saying a word. "Logan, where are we going… he hadn’t even needed to answer that, very faintly picking up on Lou’s own figuring out of the situation. ~Yeah,~ the Wolverine thought, ~Meetin’ some of tha kids will aid in helpin yer ter settle in,~ he thought, wondering if she felt the same way. “Pyro, eh, it's nice to meet you as well. Mutant High?” John laughed. “Ah, yeah, sorry, it’s just an affectionate term for the place. Apparently it’s been called that for a long time now. Long before I came here anyway,” the flame manipulator explained. Glancing at Alix, he gave her a genuine smile. Hey, she was cute, and like he, a guy, in his late teens, almost an adult, hadn’t noticed. Although they were a fair distance away from the basketball court, Logan heard the sound of the ball hitting the fence like he was standing just as close to it as Mittens was. Seeing the young boy fall over, Logan started, as if he was about to disembark from his bike and head over to him. It was a bit hard to do that with Lou still sitting behind him, so he gave Pyro a look, motioning to the kid. “See if he needs a hand,” he simply said, looking between Alix and John, already coming to the conclusion that if Mittens looked like a cat, he would also have the heightened senses like one too. That sound had been enough to irritate his own ears, let alone someone just leaving the area of which it had happened. Exchanging another glance with Alix, John nodded, “On it,” was all he said, racing off towards the downed mutant. As he got closer, he saw the ears, grinning to himself. He couldn’t exactly help it, being a fan of the feline species and now having a fellow mutant with the characteristics… that was way beyond cool. Leaning down in front of Mittens, Pyro went to touch him, then thought better of it, knowing he hated to be touched by strangers himself, so, his hand hovered just inches away from the kid’s shoulder. “Hey, you okay. Need a hand up?” he asked, wondering if Alix was behind him at the same time. |
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| Lou | May 17 2007, 08:09 AM Post #14 |
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"No, no. I much prefer the name 'Mutant High.' It is a lot easier to remember. Ah, my traveling companion should have called this school that." Lou waved away Pyro's apology and maybe added a bit too much information. Talking with Logan earlier hadn't even made it easier to explain her blonde enigma. "On my travels I've heard of a school for mutants but I," she blinked, "haven't really paid that much attention to the mutant phenomenon." Before she made that statement she knew how odd it sounded. She was a mutant, at least eight of her cousins were, and the reason why she didn't have a family anymore was because of her being a mutant. Lou's attention drifted to Alix. ::Nice to meet you:: That was telepathy. As if not noticing the way the girl spoke, she nodded in return and drew away her hand. Looking straight into the small girl's eye she thought to her, ::I don't mind you talking in my head but if you feel the air slowing become freezing promise me you'll pull out immediately.:: This was a very well placed warning. She had no idea the problems her fear projection would give to someone in her head. Better safe then sorry, they say. The noise of the ball hitting the fence made Lou notice the other teens on the basket ball court and the small catboy now on the ground. ~A catboy, how cute?~ she thought to herself. The ringing in Robert's ears was ebbing slowly. His senses were becoming cat-like and he couldn't control it. Gracelessly moving into a sitting position he noticed the taller teen had moved in front of him. Flashing a full tooth grin, "I'm fine. Bruises I can live with. The headache, though, will be a mighty good one." Looking up he saw Pyro's hovering hand. The carefree attitude disappeared and his usual distant and somewhat cold one took over. Without looking up he crossed his legs and arms and stared at the bowler lying just behind Pyro. He willed it to return to him but, of course, it didn’t move. Worry filled Lou's eyes knowing that the small catboy could be hurt. Suddenly she realized that Logan may have wanted to get up from the bike. "Sorry," she tonelessly said and slid off the bike herself. "Here I'll take Elea from ya." She reached down and removed the cat carrier from Logan's lap. Getting up with a cat in your lap wasn’t a great thing for someone to do. |
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| Alix | May 17 2007, 10:30 PM Post #15 |
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::I.. I don't really enter your head, I just project the thoughts.. it's a low level projection:: she nodded softly, smiling half pleasantly. ::but I will remember that..:: she nodded hastily, though just for a brief moment shot a gaze towards Pyro- only to rather quickly flush, and return the smile in the same genuine fashion- though a bit.. nervously. Seemingly she had picked something up. When he moved off towards mittens, she turned- quickly following after. Her thoughts weren't exactly all the way there, however, already her mind was scanning over what exact variety of thught it'd been. Passing? Contemplative? was Cute a good thing, was it a bad thing? Should she be glad? Telepathy made being a teenager so much worse, throwing in factors and analysis and ideas.. and, well, not being exactly the most normal variety of teen girl- it was an adjustment. Tahnkfully her barriers made this quiet contemplation appear as just.. contemplation. ::here.. don't worry.. We're all a bit nervous..:: she nodded quietly, and handed Mittens the bowler, offering a small, pleasant smile to him.::I have some pain killers, if you want it.:: she reached into a pocket, a small clear bottle bottle of painkillers in her hand. ::i'm Alix:: |
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