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| Tiny Telekinetic Fury; [Rosie, Open] | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 14 2008, 04:58 AM (607 Views) | |
| Rosie | Mar 14 2008, 04:58 AM Post #1 |
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Time of Day: Midnight, or thereabouts Place in the Time-Line: Directly after "A Legal Kidnapping" thread, on March 3rd. All was quiet in the small Boston suburb. The rows of well-to-do houses were all filled with sleeping, happy couples who had nothing on their minds than the next day’s million dollars. Well, every house but one, that is. The Johannson townhouse occupied a spacious corner lot, with thick enough walls that no one heard the steady thumping coming from the small room on the second floor. Anyone who did hear might have assumed that there was an elephant living there…but it was to the contrary. The only occupant of that particular room was a three-year-old girl. Currently, this little girl was sitting in one corner, glaring at the ceiling through her red toy visor as her mattress thumped repeatedly into the walls, the ceiling, even at the door leading to the hallway. “Lemme…out…now!” Rosie wailed, her face red and voice strained from so much screaming. The mattress thumped again. Truth be told, the room had contained more furniture earlier…had being the key word. Rosie had wasted no time in shattering it against walls, or thumping it up and down against the ceiling and floor until it dented, or even tearing it apart piece by piece until her telekinesis was exhausted. She was scared, so scared for the first time in the longest time that it was all the little girl could do to not lie down in the corner and not get up. Yet her mama’s words echoed in her mind clearly, and Rosie clung to them hard in case she were to forget them. She could use her powers…her mama would be proud because she was using her whooshes to not be scared anymore. This alone kept her awake and sitting in the corner, trembling like a leaf. Obviously, the furniture had been confiscated, except for the mattress that was currently thumping its way around the room regardless of gravity or weight. It hadn’t helped that Rosie, in a stroke of pure genius – or maybe just telekinetic toddler fear and fury – had purposefully forgotten her potty training…all over the Persian rug in the living room. Whichever the case, she was now confined to the room with no window, locked in with a mattress, but Rosie wasn’t going to give up. Not yet. The mattress thumped again. |
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| Alexander Legard | Mar 15 2008, 12:32 AM Post #2 |
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The constant banging was driving Alex insane. Sure he was glad the kid had spunk and wasn't going down easily, but that didn't make the constant banging any more easy to deal with. The first time Rosie started banging against her room Alex almost fell out of the tree he was perched in. He was pretty comfortable, the tree was tall enough so he wouldn't be spotted and he could listen and watch Rosie, although now that she was in a windowless room he could only listen.. That's what he was there for, to keep an eye on Rosie, well not so much Rosie as her parents. And not so much watching them as watching what they were doing. Mainly what they were doing to Rosie. So far he hadn't witnessed any acts that could land them in jail, but he remained vigilant. When Mrs.Grey-Summers had approached him about watching the Johannson's house he was a little nervous about the whole idea of spying on people who didn't really hold any regard for his life due to the whole mutant thing. But he eventually agreed, whether out of a desire to do good or fear at the prospect of not helping Mrs.Grey-Summers protect her daughter. He had heard what happened to the brotherhood mansion. So thats how he got suckered into the surprisingly comfortable tree. It didn't take him long to get to Boston, Alex could fly as fast as a plane when he put his mind to it, and once he found the house sneaking into the tree was no problem. No one ever looked up really so he didn't have any fears about discovery, and when Rosie went to a different room Alex would just sublime into smoke and fly over to another window, but now he had no line of sight for Rosie. Although floating got old after a while so he was glad that now he could relax in his tree. Or he would be relaxing if Rosie would just stop banging something around the room. You think a toddler would get tired pretty fast but Rosie was being very persistent about the whole situation. And that was a good thing after all right? After another few minutes of the thumping Alex decided to do something about it. He was told that if the situation was desperate he could contact Rosie and Alexander was getting very desperate. Besides, he needed to see if the kid had been hit. Ever since they moved her into a windowless room he had been relying on his hearing rather than his sight. So Alex shakily stood upon on his legs which rested on two different branches and leaped into the air. In a second only a thin cloud of smoke was floating in the air, invisible to any onlookers in the darkness of the night. Alex quietly oozed through a window into the house, floating down a hallway until he rounded onto the door that must have led to Rosie's room. He could tell becuase the crashing noises became so much louder. So he slipped through the cracks in the door, trying to stay as invisible as possible so Rosie wouldn't freak out. Well, freak out anymore. Alex reformed in a crouch as to avoid the flying mattress which must have been making the noise and walked up to Rosie like one would walk up to a doe, carefully and slowly. When he was close to her he knelled down in front of her, taking her comfortingly by the shoulders. "Hey Rosie, your mom and dad, your good mom and dad, sent me to watch you. Don't worry, we're going to get you back. Everyone's been working really hard to keep you at the institute. Don't be afraid, these people can't hurt you, one of us is always watching over you. But you can't be so destructive like this, you could hurt yourself or make these people do something none of us want to see happen." Alex whispered to Rosie. He was trying to be brief so the Johhansons didn't walk in on him, although he hoped he didn't overload her head. But he knew that if she kept terrorizing her parents then they could snap. They'd already proved abusive and cruel, Alex doubted they would treat her well with her constant telekinetic tantrums. |
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| Alix | Mar 15 2008, 06:35 AM Post #3 |
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It was a sad fact that Alix had no inexperience in watching people by mind alone. It was simply.. something she had done for years prior to the institute. When she'd been asked to take on this task, she'd been more than willing. Yes- she'd never really met Rosie beyond a few times in the park; far too distracted with aspects of life that were far too violent and dark for a young girl- but that certainly didn't mean that Alix did not feel pasionately about a young girl- a telekinetic girl at that- being put into this situation. Really; at least she hadn't been forced to stay in such a life. She could give that much to her mostly deceased family. Survalance wasn't hard- quietly situated in the tree, she was- for lack of telepathic training on the parts of all parties not involved with the xmen- completely invisable. Even Legard had been given a small- though miniscule cloak while he'd entered the room. ::He's right Rosie, we're all here for you.. I know you haven't seen me in a long time.. But I'm here. I'm Alix. I'm like you, and I'll be here by your side the whole time. If you want to, just think really hard.:: even if she wasn't standing in front of Rosie, a smile was understood, and in part, Alix did her work as an empath to partly relax the fears of Rosie. The girl was going to exhaust herself by the time this was over, and that definitely would do no one any good. |
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| Rosie | Mar 17 2008, 01:48 AM Post #4 |
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The moment that Alex appeared, and Rosie got over her shock of him appearing so suddenly, the little girl gave a little cry and let the mattress fall from where it floated, six feet from the floor. Before it had even touched ground she was there, arms wrapped around Alex and her face buried in his shoulder. "Alex!" She wailed, shuddering and clinging as hard as she could. "I...I wanna go home. Lemme go home...I'll be good, I promise!" It was something that had been weighing heavily on her mind, coupled with the fact that she now had a renewal of the 'you're a bad girl' treatment. Just as the tears were slowing, and her mouth was trembling as she hiccupped, Rosie 'heard' the second voice, this time the voice of Alix. She knew the 'sound' of a telepathic voice when she heard it, courtesy of being Jean Grey's daughter, and at the sensation the little girl went perfectly still, head cocked as she listened to the voice in her head. There was a bang on the door, loud and hard enough to shake the entire thing, and Frank's voice rumbled through it. "Stop that right now!" He barked. Rosie quivered, pressing her lips together as hard as she could. "If I hear another sound from there..." He didn't finish the sentence. The implied threat was just as bad as a real one. Finally letting go, Rosie edged over to the mattress and curled on top of it, physically and mentally exhausted. "I wanna go home." She whispered. She just couldn't understand why she couldn't go home. |
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| Alexander Legard | Mar 17 2008, 10:55 PM Post #5 |
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Alex held Rose as comfortingly as he could. He wasn't sure if he was doing a good job of it, he hadn't had much experience in comforting people, much less toddlers kidnapped by their bigot parents. But he assumed that he was either doing a good job or that Rosie was past the point of caring as she buried herself in his arms. Any social reservations he had about personal contact with people he didn't know well were lost as he returned he deep embrace, desperatly want to escape with her back to the institute. But he knew as much as he wanted to help Rosie even talking to her was risky. If he was caught, although he could easily escape, Rosie would end up in a even worse situation. Luckily Alexander had Alix watching his back, not to mention the rest of the house, so he could jet before any trouble showed up. Leaving Rosie alone. When he was in the tree he hadn't had any trouble resisting the urge to save the toddler, but now that she was quite literally crying on his shoulder he had to fight to resist it. He knew Rosie would make it back to the institute soon, back in the arms of her real parents. He also knew the Johannson's would get what was coming to them. Even if Alex had to do it himself. "Shh, shh" Alex whispered in her ear "We'll get you home, we'll get you home. We know you're good, don't let these bad people tell you any differently. We'll get you home." Alex tried to be reassuring, tried to keep any doubt out of his voice. And he succeeded, although mentally he could imagine the horror in store for Rosie if the court kept the child with the Johannson's. He couldn't imagine what Rosie would go through, stuck with such cruel people for over a decade. He couldn't imagine what it would do to Jean and Scott, knowing their daughter was in such a situation. Just then he was startled by the heavy blows of Rosie's father on the door. He tensed and held Rosie even close, not so much as a sign of affection as a sign of protection. If he came through the door he wasn't going to hurt Rosie without a fight from Alexander. If Alex had to he'd huff, and he'd puff, and he'd blow the whole house down. With the Johannson's in it. But eventually the banging stopped and Alex loosened his grip on Rosie, who in turn released hers and dropped down on the mattress. ::She's pretty tired Alix, exhausted on the bed. What should I do?:: Alex thought to his partner. |
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| Alix | Mar 18 2008, 03:47 AM Post #6 |
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Using the momentary distraction, Alix moved for the front door- uneasily leaving her location in the tree to enter the house, a dangerous but.. important move. By the moment that Rosie had curled up in a ball, Alix was carefully sneaking through the house- video camera and tape recorder in hand, as she queitly moved for the various decorations in the hall across from the door to Rosie's "room" with her skills in telepathy, she carefully disguised herself, pushing awareness of her presence out of mind as she quietly set up the device. When all was in order, she shifted, moving back outside the house. For a moment, she listened. ::Rosie, honny, we have to strong. It hurts so bad to be without your family, but we just have to be patient. Do you still have your glasses that your papa gave you? Uncle Warren's working hard right now to put the bad people in place; You're the best little girl in the world, and you don't belong here, you remember that, right? You're strong like your papa, and smart like your mama- and both me and Alex are here for you.:: Carefully, Alix used her empathy through her voice, carefully working to calm Rosie down and improve her spirits so that she could keep strong through the long and hard process of dealing with her 'family' |
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| Rosie | Mar 20 2008, 04:35 PM Post #7 |
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Rosie wasn't quite sure what was going on, with the silent mental conversations, but she knew that it was something good. She huddled back on her mattress, comforted by Alex's words, but not entirely over her homesickness. However, she was so exhausted that her telekinesis had run dry for the moment, and nothing in the room moved in response to her emotions. "Here." Rosie whispered in response to Alix's "words", putting her hand in her pocket to touch the glasses. Her so-called parents hadn't found them yet, and even if they had, it was the one thing that she wouldn't let them take. Never, ever. Honestly, the little girl didn't know what to think anymore. Was she good or bad? Wanted, or unwanted? Alix's words were soothing, and she clung to them tightly and hopefully, but there was still the seed in her mind that had been planted there by the Johannsons. "Give Mama 'n' Papa a kiss 'n' hug." She hiccuped, looking to Alex and then closing her eyes, sending the message to Alix. "I...I love 'em this much." Rosie spread her arms out as wide as they could go, and then curled up again. Alix's empathy was soothing more than she could ever imagine. |
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| Alexander Legard | Mar 21 2008, 12:10 AM Post #8 |
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Alex was afraid to leave Rosie. Sure she looked peaceful, lying down on the mattress that was the only furniture in the room. But what would happen when she woke up? Or if she awoke to Alex leaving. Would she get even more depressed, knowing that they were gone? Or would she be relieved to have at least some contact with the world she knew, the world she would hopefully return to? Either way Alexander knew he couldn't stay by her bed all night and it would be best if he left during her sleep. So with a pat on the head Alex slipped out of the room in a puff of smoke. He couldn't help but feel powerless about the whole situation. Right now it seemed like the bad guys were winning, that the system was working against them. Sure, some misanthropic mutants were always complaining about how the world and government was against them, but this was a first for Alexander. He really wanted to believe that everything would work itself out, that good would trump evil like it normally did. But seeing how distraught Rosie was had upset his belief in Karma. What could Rosie have possibly done to deserve to be stuck in that room? What did the Johannsons do to deserve to have such a nice girl back in their lives? Sometimes Alexander wished he could do more with his abilities, that he could even out the scales that sometimes were just so out of whack. He floated back to the tree, joining his partner in crime on the sturdy branches. Hanging out with Alix wasn't all that bad, although she left something to be desired in the conversation department. But that was excusable, besides having a partner meant he got to doze off every once in a while. ::So, did you get the camera in there?:: Alex tried to project his thought to Alix, having some experience with communication with telepaths before he went to the institute. |
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| Alejandro Villalobo | Mar 22 2008, 04:29 AM Post #9 |
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The situation was a bleak one. The law was on the side of the Johanssons, if only by dubious means. The court proceedings had left a bitter taste, but Alejandro hadn’t been surprised by the results. He was a fugitive in his own home, warped into a mutant criminal for simply defending himself and his sister from some belligerent gaujo looking for a fight. It wasn’t often that he allowed himself to be embittered by these things and let his optimism be marred. Obviously, Justice was not so blind when an extra genome was involved. Worthington’s financial pull and panel of legal advisors weren’t going to be enough. Something outside the courts needed to be done, and when his help was asked to spy on the Johannsons, Al didn’t need to be told twice. Perhaps earth-moving wasn’t the most discreet of abilities, but Alejandro still had his Gypsy cunning and guile to rely on. Not to mention the risk of leaving such a delicate task in the hands of students—talented ones, but students nonetheless. If things took a turn for the worst, Alejandro was their getaway guy… and honestly, he would not have minded having that house fall around the ears of the loathsome couple inside. There were definitely some advantages to having a fleet of cars and autos of all types at one’s disposal. It made getting a generic van more than easy. And it made disguising that generic van as a phone company ride almost trivial. As Alexander and Alix retreated back into their treetop post, a white van pulled over on the curb of the Johansson’s property. The engine stopped, and out stepped the geokinetic X-Man from the driver’s side. Putting a convincing-enough uniform together had been the easiest part, requiring nothing more than a navy polo shirt and a pair of khakis. He moved to the back of the van, opening the doors and rummaging through a crate of tools and readers and meters that no phoneline technician would be caught dead without. Buckling a tool belt around his waist and carrying the rest of his gadgets in a sturdy box, Al walked across the Johansson’s lawn looking absolutely at ease. He looked up at the pristine suburban façade of the Boston home, detecting the faintest vibrations from the bricks, mortar and stonework within its walls, getting a good idea of the locations of the occupants inside. Briefly, he regarded the two junior sleuths hidden in their treetop position, giving then a brief smirk. They had this covered. His fingers twitched lightly as he walked, the earth below shifting and churning slightly in response as he searched for telephone lines. This neighborhood was fairly new, and the telephone companies had made the transition from giant telephone poles that destroyed countless trees and toppled in the slightest storm to underground lines. He found them in no time, and with a single snap of his fingers, he disconnected the cables at an important junction. Nothing he wouldn’t be able to fix later; for the moment, it was all he needed to play phoneline technician and complete his own objectives. He regarded the innocuous-looking home once more before making his way to the front door and ringing the doorbell. |
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| Frank & Amelia Johannson | Mar 22 2008, 05:28 PM Post #10 |
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Finally, the banging and crashing had stopped. Rubbing his forehead and growling aloud, Frank collapsed onto the couch beside his wife -- who was reading a magazine with a sour expression. "She won't be here forever, love." He murmured, elliciting a most unladylike snort from Amelia. "We can dispatch of her after...a suitable amount of time. Mustn't arouse suspicions, and all that." One hand moved to pat Amelia's knee, but she gave him a glare and back to her magazine. Sighing, Frank picked up the phone, deciding that they ought to make a trip to a nice restaurant the next day. With his influences, it ought to be easy to get reservations this close to the day. To his great exasperation, there was no dial tone. Slowly Frank's face turned red, and he pounded the phone cradle angrily for several seconds before giving up and throwing it against the wall. Amelia did nothing but concentrate on her magazine. That was when the doorbell rang. Frank was on his feet in a second, striding to the door and ripping it open angrily. "What?" He snapped, nerves frayed. Behind him, Amelia lowered her magazine, and sat up a little straighter, intrigued. "Are you here for the phone lines? Good, get working then." Frank demanded. He turned to his wife, who was fanning herself slowly. "Lock that door, would you? Don't want the rat getting out." |
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| Alejandro Villalobo | Mar 29 2008, 04:12 AM Post #11 |
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Waiting on that porch was excruciating. Hovering outside the door of the FOH’s premier mutant-hating couple? Like sitting in the waiting room for a root canal. Or a vasectomy. He was definitely having his doubts, looking over his tools one more time, going over each instrument, the components of a phoneline, how to set up a bug…. This was insane. But it was for Rosie. The door swung open unexpectedly, Alejandro raising a brow at Mr. Johansson’s exceedingly friendly greeting. "Are you here for the phone lines? Good, get working then." Good afternoon to you too, sir. My you look blotchy today. He supposed the stress of stealing their daughter from truly deserving parents and the guaranteed headaches the little telekinetic was wreaking had worn their nerves so thin that the didn’t question the phone company’s timely response. But Al, of course, had an excuse for that. “We received a call within this grid about line problems. Apparently,” he explained, glancing from Frank to Amelia, who seemed a bit flushed at the moment, “it has affected other homes as well. I am sorry about the inconvenience, but I can have your phones back up again within the hour.” At that, he flashed Amelia one of those winning customer service rep smiles and moved on inside. Daniel in the lion’s den. Admittedly.. he crossed himself before coming here. Alejandro idly wondered if the couple would melt with a spray of holy water, allowing himself a small smirk. “I will start with the phone jacks. I already checked the connections outside, and that was not it,” he announced, unclipping a random meter from his belt. “So it is possible we have a blown circuit inside.” Whether or not that was possible, Al didn’t know, but he doubted the Johansson’s would either. He looked to them both, friendly as ever. A fleeting look of realization crossed his expression, and the Spaniard gave a nervous laugh. Didn’t take too much work to pull that off. “Ahh, by the way, my name is Benjamin. Junior field technician.” Then he held out his hand to shake. Really, he was adverse to touching either of those two, and they probably felt the same…. Except for Amelia. Not that he was arrogant or anything… but he knew that look. And he knew how to play it. With her, he held her gaze maybe a bit longer than professionally allowable, but the move was discrete. That was part of the trick. Cordialities aside, he walked across the foyer, taking in the classic Americana architecture and décor, absolutely placid. The mortar work in the walls resonated with faint signals, like one magnet attracting the other. He found himself analyzing the house’s weakpoints, every little fault in the foundation known to him. A lesser mutant would have simply brought the house down—literally. Luckily for them, Alejandro was a religious man, and he wouldn’t commit violence against his fellow man. Human or otherwise. “So! Where would you like me to start?” he asked, looking directly to Amelia for the lead. She seemed more bearable than Frank, and insofar less red in the face and blotchy. He found women to be more sociable anyway, easier to sway by impression; if Amelia wasn’t such a bigoted hateful bitch, well… Frank would have another reason to hate mutants. Hey. Just saying. |
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| Frank & Amelia Johannson | Apr 1 2008, 04:59 AM Post #12 |
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Cordialities finished, Frank opened the door wider for the electrician to come in and then stormed off in the direction of the kitchen, looking for a nice glass of scotch to calm his nerves. Amelia, however, allowed her hand to stay in "Benjamin's" just a moment longer, before pulling it discreetly away. "A blown circuit would not surprise me." She murmured, scowling for only a moment at the thought of Rosie tearing the house apart. In all likelihood, that was what had done it. In any case, the scowl was soon replaced by what she thought was a pleasant smile, as Amelia led the way down the hall "I believe there is a circuit breaker upstairs. May I...get you anything?" Here she paused, fluttering her eyelashes discreetly, and added an extra twitch to her hips when she started up the stairs to show him where the breaker was. Along the way, Amelia locked the door to the room Rosie was in, ensuring at least that the child wouldn't wander out. "I'll get you some tea." She decided, glancing down towards the kitchen towards where Frank was sure to be. "It might take a moment." Then she was gone, floating elegantly down the stairs, letting the electrician do his work. Or so she thought. |
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