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| An Unsure Future; [Rosie, Open] | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 5 2008, 04:03 PM (201 Views) | |
| Rosie | Oct 5 2008, 04:03 PM Post #1 |
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Time of Day: Three in the afternoon Place in the Timeline: August 30th Rosie wasn't sure what to feel. She trudged along the path, jump rope in hand, but she had no desire at all to play. Her mother's soft goodbye lingered in her mind, making her heart ache. They were across the world by now, too far for a bedtime hug or even a mental message, however powerful her mother's telepathy was. Even if she cried out mentally, her mother couldn't hear her, and the thought made the little girl shiver and wish for her papa's arms. The path broke into a clearing that had grown slightly shaggy with late-summer weeds, and Rosie paused, peering around in the afternoon sunlight. She hadn't really been out this far by herself, and this was a place that they had always passed en route to other areas of the grounds. Something caught her eye, and Rosie dropped her jump rope on the edge of the path and moved closer. It was a monument, a massive marble thing that even Rosie could recognize as a grave marker. The words etched on the surface of the smooth stone were too large for her to read, but there was something that spoke to her immediately: a massive X etched there. Awed to silence -- she had a very small understanding of death, from what her parents had told her, but Rosie had the instincts to go quiet -- the little girl extended her hand slowly. Fingertips brushed against the etching, Rosie's eyes widened. This was a grave for X-men? She knew X-men got hurt in the field -- her mother and father were constantly coming home from missions all bruised and banged up -- but did this mean that they could actually die? Her mama and papa were out there at this very moment...and they could die. Slowly, Rosie crumpled forward, her eyes squeezing shut. They were going to die, and she couldn't do a thing about it. She curled up in the shaded grass at the base of the monument, leaning against it for support as she bawled. Why did they have to sacrifice themselves? She needed them. Couldn't the people in trouble get another hero to save them? Instantly the four-year-old felt guilty for having thought this, but the guilt soon gave way to grief again. Rosie cried until she had worn herself out, and with her back pressed tightly against the marble, she fell asleep, not at all comforted. |
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| Blink | Oct 6 2008, 02:35 PM Post #2 |
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Blink wasn’t really a person who was a social person… even now. She had shed several layers of her defense, and talked to quite a few people… even made a friend… but she couldn’t bring herself to intentionally mingle with others. There was something that was odd to her about being around a bunch of other people… something inside her that was afraid of getting to close to someone. She couldn’t figure out exactly what, but that was the reason that she was standing on the roof, her back leaning against the chimney. That was when her pupil-less green eyes spotted a young girl standing next to a gravestone… an X-Men gravestone… and was crying. Leaning closer, she recognized the young one… Rosie. She wasn’t all too sure on her family situation, but she knew that Jean and Scott were her parents, regardless if it was by birth, and they had fought like hell to keep her through all their trials. Still, she seemed so sad at the moment, looking at the stone monument… Was it possible that she knew an X-Men who had perished? Only one way to soothe a child’s tears… With a flash of brilliant pink light, the woman disappeared from the rooftop and her signature ‘Blink!’ sound rippled behind the young girl. With that, Clarice stood there for a moment, not trying to scare the little girl. “Rosie…” she started, inching closer. “Rosie, what’s the matter?” The question was simple enough, but it made all the difference in the world how she responded. Even then, Blink didn’t stop inching forward until she was within arm’s reach. She wasn’t her mother, but she had a heart, and right now that heart was willing her arms to outstretch, inviting the young girl into her arms as she crouched down. Blink really couldn’t tell why she was doing what she was, but it felt right… it felt like the right thing to do in the situation. Perhaps it was nothing more than her instincts, beckoning her to comfort the girl… Blink didn’t have much of a family outside this school, and she saw Scott as no less than a father in a lot of cases… which made Rosie a sister. She was family, and she didn’t want to see family cry. |
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| Rosie | Oct 6 2008, 02:48 PM Post #3 |
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Rosie had pressed her face into the monument, letting her tears soak its surface, but the blink and her name made her whirl around. Through her blurred vision, she could make out pink skin, and the fact that this was a familiar person who was part of her family made her tears increase all the more. "Blink!" She sobbed, pushing away from the memorial to trip and fall into Blink's arms. Rosie pressed her face into the older girl's shoulder as her own shoulders heaved with her tears. For a moment the little girl just sobbed, grateful for the person to be with. It was too hard to express her emotions, especially with something so complicated. "They die." Rosie finally whispered, pulling her face away so that she could gesture freely at the gravestone. "A-and...and Mama 'n' Papa are gonna die too 'cause they're heroes, an' I don't want 'em to die!" It all came out in a rush, all of her fears and worries. They were her parents, adopted or not, and for them to be all the way across the world where she couldn't see them was tearing her heart apart. For lack of anything else to do or say, Rosie gave a little wet hiccup and clung even harder to Blink. Given she hadn't known the older girl very well, but if she was at the school she was a definite friend and family. And there she stayed, shivering and clinging as hard as her little fists could hold on. "I'm scared..." |
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| Blink | Oct 6 2008, 03:11 PM Post #4 |
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The young girl was crying pretty badly… and when she cried her name, or code-name, and literally fell into her arms, she couldn’t help but shed a tear. Someone so young shouldn’t have to deal with pain that made them cry like this… they should be happy, and bring that joy to others. Rosie was the only person she had ever seen Scott break with… his normally calm and stoic demeanor crack when it was in relevance to his daughter. She was nostalgic, and that was simply part of being a child… her emotions leaked onto others. She waited as the young girl sobbed, holding her tight and rubbing her shoulder, trying to soothe the little girl. She waited, but honestly, she was more than willing to accept the wait… anything involving this much emotion would take time… and she didn’t have anything more important to her right now… she wanted to sooth the young girl. "They die." The statement came as a shock, not only because it was the first sound uttered from her that wasn’t a sob, but also because the depth of the statement. Granted, it could mean a lot of things, but Blink secretly hoped that Rosie hadn’t become a future-seer or something when she wasn’t looking… or the statement could be horrible. She waited, and listened to the young girl’s fears, her voice pained with knowledge she had learned. “Rosie… did you know I think of your papa as mine too?” She let that sink in for a moment, her voice filled with care and compassion. “When I first learned of what your parents do… how they helps people, and the risks they have to take, I was in your position almost exactly. I worried about them… worried that one day they wouldn’t come home from one of their missions. But you know how I got through that worry?” She paused again, smiling… “I realized all the people that are around them… every one of them, is making sure they make it through. Every single X-Man cares about your mommy and daddy, and they would do anything to make sure they were ok. They have a lot of strong people around them that will make sure they come home safe and sound.” With that, she smiled and hugged Rosie again. “So dry up those tears. Your Mom and Dad aren’t going anywhere any time soon.” |
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| Rosie | Oct 9 2008, 12:46 AM Post #5 |
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Her tears slowed, but not immediately. Finally, Rosie ventured a glance upwards, sniffling as she still clung hard to Clarice. "Y'...y'do?" She hiccuped, surprised that Blink thought of Scott as her father. The little girl hesitated, then slowly sat up, wary of another surge of panic that thankfully didn't come. "He's a g-good papa." Rosie whispered knowledgeably, silently working it all out in her mind. If Blink was sort of kind of Papa's daughter too, then... "We're sis'ers, then." She added, a pleased but shy smile blooming on her face despite the hiccups that were still shaking her tiny body at random moments. Rosie leaned into Clarice's embrace for a moment, lips quivering, but her sadness was forgotten at the moment. The physical contact and warmth of the hug was enough to make her take a few deep breaths. Everything that Blink had said made sense, and carefully Rosie looked back to the memorial. "What's it say?" She asked finally, pointing a tiny finger to the names inscribed. At the very top, as though a guardian angel to the others, was the name "Charles Xavier", though Rosie could not read yet and she only recognized the familiar X logo. "Are they in heaven?" Her parents couldn't be in heaven, Rosie decided firmly. Their names were not on here (she could at least recognize her own last name), therefore they could not be dead. Simple childhood logic. Briefly she considered staying here until they got back, just to make sure that no one snuck over to put their names on when no one was looking. Dismissing the thought from her mind, the little girl looked back to Blink, her tears nearly dried. Her stomach rumbled, but for the meantime Rosie ignored it. She could have some food later, but this was much more important. |
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| Blink | Oct 21 2008, 02:04 AM Post #6 |
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Blink smiled, seeing that the young girl was slowly but surely calming down. “Yes, Rosie, I do. When Mr. Grey-Summers took me in, I had no family… no home. He kinda unofficially adopted me, and for a little while, I didn’t understand why he was being so nice when everyone else wasn’t.” She tilted her head back, closing her eyes and repressing the memories from before Xavier’s… and her tears. “But he was nice, and he helped me through the mutant power control himself. He was my primary teacher until it got so hectic around here, and then Mr. Logan taught me.” She didn’t mention anything more about her powers… that wasn’t what this conversation was about, nor was it what she wanted it to be about. “Yes… we are sisters.” She said with a bright smile, squeezing Rosie a little for just a moment, happy to see she had made the connection. The little girl drew in a few deep breaths, and slowly but surely Blink entwined her fingers with Rosie’s, but slowly let go of her firm hug, allowing her freedom once more. “Well, it’s a list of names of those who have given this place… this cause… everything they could. Charles Xavier is up at the top… do you know who that is?” she asked, trying to slowly slide from the subject of death. That was about the moment that Blink could have sworn she heard something growling. It had come from Rosie, but she knew good and well that she wasn’t a feral like Mr. Logan. No… it was the young girl’s stomach. “You want something to eat?” she asked, the question being answered simply with the familiar sound of her power activating and a flash of pink light on top of her now outstretched hand. She had several sandwiches strategically placed in her refrigerator so she could blink them to her when she wanted them, and this seemed to be the perfect time. “It’s PB and J… but I have some Ham, Cheese and Mayo too. Which do you like more?” |
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