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| Amends; Wanda, Avery, Lorna | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 7 2010, 04:06 AM (591 Views) | |
| Wanda | Mar 7 2010, 04:06 AM Post #1 |
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January 18, mid-day January, the new year, a new time for Wanda. Most of December Wanda spent in the home of Doctor Strange, away from… everything really, but she couldn’t stay there indefinitely. If she was going to make this new life of hers right, she needed to start fresh and unshackled by the burdens and sins of the years before. With this purpose, she begged a ride from her sister Lorna back out to the Xavier school, a place that she never really found a home at. Shunning the front entrance, she went around the side to the back of the mansion. Wanda hugged my arms against her, nearly swallowed by a big red woolly coat, a Christmas present from Lorna. Wanda had never really had much; the life of the gypsy was lean and what she did have, she’d divested herself of months ago then Pietro disappeared. Crunching through the deep snow drifts, Wanda saw the destination of her pilgrimage as she rounded the corner – the greenhouse. It was almost painful to see it, but setting her jaw, Wanda trudged forward. Avery didn’t know she was coming but Wanda took it on faith that her brother’s green skinned love would be nowhere else. Opening the door, a gust of frozen air blew in with her, a vision of scarlet with the snow instantly melting and soaking her clothes. Wanda loosed the long red scarf from her face, letting the ends dangle nearly to the floor. “Avery,” she began without preamble as soon as Avery turned to look at her strange visitor, “I was lost for a long time after Pietro… left,” she said, stumbling over the hard words. Hesitantly, she advanced further into the heated greenhouse. “The things I saw and did,” she shook her head, “are for later, if at all, but I came to my senses… about a great many things… and as soon as I was able, I knew I had to come here first. I had to see you.” Her eyes moistened with tears that she refused to allow to fall. Wanda plowed on, determined that everything would be said. “I know that since I learned of yours and Pietro’s love, I have been cold and cruel to you and Pietro. I have resented that love. I have… hurt Pietro, I tried to force him to choice between his love for you and his love for me. I have been unwelcoming and you have been only kind toward me.” Her gaze flicked down to the floor, unable to look at the soft violet eyes. But Wanda dragged her gaze up again, knowing that making amends for her past deeds meant nothing if she weakened and hid again. “I am… ashamed. I was frightened. Frightened of…,” she shook her head, her damp dark curls drooping down with the weight of the melted snow, “it was not matter. I was frightened and jealous. I was a wretch envious creature who saw the wonderful love you and my brother found, and instead of being happy for you, I was a source of unhappiness.” Suddenly, Wanda sank to her knees in front of Avery, her hands clasped together, like a nun at prayer, and looked up into Avery’s violet eyes. “I will impose on your good heart charity even more and beg for the forgiveness that I have no right to expect.” |
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| Avery | Mar 10 2010, 04:16 AM Post #2 |
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It was probably not a nice day to be out but she saw the large fluffy snow falling this February day and wished to go stroll in it, if not just for a little while. Just a tad bit of cabin fever began to set in and she still hadn't left the institute grounds technically since she went to the moon. However not long into her little walk the wind began to blow harder and the snow became heavier. That's when the green house caught her eye and she decided that instead of going inside, she would take shelter in there for a little while. Maybe the wind would die down soon. She visited a least once a week to make sure the pants were happy. They didn't need her constant attention but she liked to check on them. She entered, unbuttoning her long heavy winter coat as the warm air met her. For some reason this place always reminded her of Wanda and the very first day she had actually met her. Not because she had met her in there but because of the strange dream (or was it a feeling of déjà vu she had with her?), Wanda and Pietro in there. She wasn't really sure what it was but the place had ever since given her a feeling of Wanda. Avery soon grabbed one of the large watering buckets, filled it and went about to watering the plants. Now an again her slender fingers would become a glow with light and a drooping plant would become well once more. Half way through the row she stopped to stare out the window to watch the heavy snow fall. How she would love to be a kid again just to go out and play in it. Oh, those were the days. The sudden rush of icy wind made her head whip around to look at the door. Had the wind been that strong? No. There standing in the door frame was a vision of scarlet weighed down with a layer of snow. Wanda... My god is was Wanda!!! If she had returned Avery hadn't been told. But in the shock of her appearance the only thing she could think of was a dream of her and Pietro and their children she had just recently. It had been a strange dream; so vivid and real. The watering pail dropped from her fingers as she turned her whole body to face her beloved's twin. It had been well over six months since she'd seen her last, since she disappeared. With her eyes staring at her and her mouth parted in shock and surprise, Avery could not find her voice before Wanda had. Though she was confused and surprised, it was clear to Avery that she had come with a purpose. She struggled with her words; something Avery never had saw her do. She was always so sure of herself. Something had changed. She said she had come to her senses and Avery was the first one she needed to see. As she closed the gap between them Avery could see the tears wielding up in her eyes. Whatever she had to say was difficult for her. This worried Avery immensely noted by the scent of wildflowers. But instead she said something that totally took her off guard. She admitted her jealousy and resentment towards her for this love she shared with her brother. As her eyes flickered to the floor, she confessed that she was ashamed for the way she had treated her. Long tresses falling forward, soaked from the snow, she shook her head. For whatever reason, in her time away she had come to terms with a few things and was now regretful for the hatred she had for Avery and her brother’s love when she should have been happy. It was honestly a strange thing to hear after two whole years of being with her brother and after a while accepting that Wanda would never truly like her. Avery’s brow was softly knitted in confusion and she tilted her head as Wanda sank to her knees before her, her hands clasped as if in prayer. “I will impose on your good heart charity even more and beg for the forgiveness that I have no right to expect.” To this, Avery frowned even more. She did not like to see tears in anyone’s eyes for it pulled at her heart and made her want to cry as well. It wasn’t only that, though. In this moment, she had never heard Wanda sound so much like her brother before. How could she ever hold all this against her when she forgiven her for each trespass shortly after they had happened? She had worried about her when she had left, wondered if she ever would return…hurt when she told Pietro the news. It was not in Avery’s heart to hold grudges, not against Wanda despite all they’d been through. She was instead happy that she was back safe and sound. She shook her head, her own eyes now flooding with tears forced forth by the mixed emotions of Wanda’s words and her return. Refusing to look down on her, to put her hand on her shoulder and tell her she was forgiven like she was an angel of mercy, Avery clunked down her knees, flinging her arms around the gypsy woman. Her minty cheek pressed against her cold, wet curls as she squeeze her tightly and for a moment she was choked by the lump in her throat. But soon, a whisper did come, her soft voice close to Wanda’s ear. “I’m so glad you’re okay…” She told her. “I was so worried and worst off, I knew there was nothing I could do but wait…” There was another pause before she spoke again. “The past is the past; there is nothing that can be done about it. Let’s leave it at that and not dwell there any longer. It doesn’t matter anymore…I’m just glad to have you back. We can start being good to each other from here on.” |
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| Wanda | Mar 25 2010, 02:33 PM Post #3 |
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“Avery… Avery,” Wanda murmured as she hugged Avery to her, both of them crying as they huddled on the dingy greenhouse floor. “I have been so terrible. So thoughtless.” She loosened her hold to look into Avery violet eyes. “But no more, eh,” she murmured sweetly and took Avery’s face in her hands. Her thumbs wiped the tears from Avery’s cheeks. “No more tears, no more jealous thoughts,” she leaned forward and kissed Avery’s lips in a familial gesture she’d done with Pietro countless times. “There, all better,” she said, satisfied that all the residual doubt and bitterness was indeed gone; buried in an emotional graveyard. She got to her feet and brushing off her knees, Wanda extended her hand to help Avery to her feet. “We can not have you getting a chill from the cold floor. Pietro be very cross if I let that happen,” Wanda said, as she fussed over Avery. “Then the corners of his mouth will turn down, like this,” Wanda pantomimed a frown, an eerily accurate replica of Pietro’s. “My beloved Wanda, you silly girl, what have you done?” Wanda put words in Pietro’s mouth, partly mimicking her brother and partly in caricature parody of him; it was, in fact, Pietro, when he was playfully mimicking himself. “Avery is supposed to be green, not bluuue; she is not an ice cube.” She didn't have much, or any actually, experience at having a boyfriend, but hoped that talking about Pietro would make Avery happy, give her the feeling that Pietro was in the room with them, even though his absence was sorely felt. “That is indeed what he would do, is it not,” Wanda grinned as she looked over to where Lorna had lingered at the edge of the room. |
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| Tommy Shepard | Apr 8 2010, 04:12 AM Post #4 |
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The day had been monotonous. The everyday routine that had always dredged by at a near mind shattering pace was even slower today. The boring classes and expected lunchtime break seemed even more dank today to the white haired speedster. For so long he had tried to outrun the feelings that had bubbled up inside of him, the sharp evidence of the strange few months he had endured. It would seem that he was finally coming to terms with the fact that the truth catches up with everyone sooner or later, even if they had super speed. The only bright spot to the day was the person that was quickly becoming something of a peaceful oasis in a trouble filled desert to the boy. Kimmy Parker, the mutant pop star who had held the boy's heart on a string since the instant he came speeding up to the Institute was beside him. As always, Tommy slowed himself to keep pace with the striking blond. There hadn't been much conversation. Not much was needed. The two had long since passed the phase in their relationship where silence was some sort of anxious thing. To the contrary, Tommy saw the lulls in conversation as something of a trophy, proof of all the work they had put into a relationship that he had started to have trouble seeing himself without. Passing by the greenhouse, Tommy's constantly moving eye caught something that put a stop to everything going on with him, both inside and out. He came to a quick jerkish stop. From a bit of a distance, Tommy saw her. Wrapped around Avery hugging the floor of the greenhouse was the woman who gave him life, in one form or another. Tommy hadn't seen her since the day he and Billy had learned the truth about themselves. The memories they acquired were something the boy had tried his best not to think about. Here it was though, proof positive that Speed could no longer run from what was in front of him. "Follow me," he murmered to Kimmy as he set off toward the building. Reaching it, he realized, and quickly disregarded, the fact that he had stumbled onto a bit of a personal moment. "Hey..um.. Wanda," he said, running his fingers through his hair nervously. "Avery, how are you ?" he continued, trying to remember some form of manners. "This is Kimmy Parker Wanda. She's my girlfriend." He looked over at the blond teen. "This is Wanda Maximoff. She's my mother." |
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| Kim Parker | Apr 8 2010, 04:55 AM Post #5 |
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There was a contrast between Kimberly and her boyfriend. She was aware of it, occasionally it was fun to capitalize on it. Indeed, she was enjoying the snow, mostly because none of it ever touched her, at her own pace. She liked to see how long Tommy could work at her speed before getting frustrated and picking her up and zooming away. Today he had been awfully nice about it, she suspected he had a million different thoughts in his head. Many more than herself at least. She at least was one hundred percent clear about every detail about her personal creation. When she found out the details Speed understood, she had a hard time wrapping her brain around it all. She did not expect to meet the woman herself, not so quickly at least, but there she was. Kimberly gave a friendly smile, and a wave. She wasn't sure how to approach Wanda, she had an air about her that made Kimberly smile somehow however. She appreciated Wanda's style and flare, wether or not it was intentional however, Kimberly could not be sure. "Hello..." Kimberly trailed off slightly, unsure what to say next. She looked away instead to Avery, who she was at least familiar with. "Hello Avery..." She added. She reached out and grabbed Speed's hand nervously. Usually Kimberly expected to be recognized by the mutants she encountered, but she got a distinct feeling that Wanda might not have any idea who Kimberly was, outside of dating her...son? Was that even the right word? She frowned slightly trying to make sense of that idea. |
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| Avery | Apr 10 2010, 07:40 AM Post #6 |
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She squeezed Wanda tight to her as if her life had depended on it, as though if she let her go, she would disappear again. For once she let tears roll freely down her cheek, feeling almost cleansing to allow herself a good cry. However, Wanda loosened her grip to look at Avery, once more commenting on the way she had acted in the past. But as she said, no more of it, and banished any more talk about it just as she did Avery's wet cheeks with gentle thumb strokes. Then, like her mother did when Avery was just a tiny little girl, she gave her a butterfly kiss upon her lips; something she had witness her do with Pietro many times. Of course, such a gesture disappeared in Avery's family when she got older, replaced with kisses on the cheek…Avery supposed that Pietro and Wanda never grew out of it or merely that it was just a culture difference and it was gypsy thing. Wanda then rose and reached out to help Avery up and with a small, weak smile she took it and got to her feet. She fussed over her, claiming that she couldn't let her catch a cold otherwise Pietro would be upset. Then she imitated the frown he often made and began to speak a perfect mirror of what Pietro would say, and had it not been for her feminine tone the minty elven would think he was right there with them. It was amusing, but still she missed him so dearly and hearing Wanda mimic him almost made her break into tears again. Too late. Her eyes began to wield up with fresh hot tears. That is indeed what he would do, is it not," Wanda asked her with a grin and knowing that she had meant to make her smile, not cry, Avery smiled back and nodded, trying to best not to let out a sob. "Yes. You've got him spot on," she replied with a small, shaky laugh. Soon the door opened again and there Tommy stood in the entrance. At first her breath caught in her throat, her hands squeezing Wanda's suddenly. As quickly as her heart leapt, it sunk again. It wasn't the first time she would mistake Tommy for Pietro, it wouldn't be the last. In tow with him was Kimberly Parker, his girlfriend, though she wasn't quite sure why the two had shown up here out of the blue. He spoke to Wanda first, confirming that it was for her he was seeking out, before he greeted Avery. As they had sort of walked in on an emotional moment, she did a quick check of the wetness under her eyes before she feigned a soft smile. As the school nurse, she did not cry in the infirmary, she was a pillar of strength. The students didn't need to see her like this. It had been convincing enough she supposed since Tommy went on to introduce Kimmy to Wanda as his girlfriend…and her as his mother? Avery paused, barely hearing Kimmy say hi but somehow murmuring back hello to Kimmy regardless. Wanda was Tommy and Billy's mother which meant…Which meant that dream she was only thinking about earlier, wasn't really a dream at all, was it? Honestly she couldn't be too surprised. Once before Wanda had created a dream of the future that she and a number of people had shared. How was this much different? She could accept that, that's just how Wanda's powers worked sometimes. And Billy and Tommy, well…it seemed as if Tommy was accepting the news and surely Billy was as well. If they were okay with it, and Wanda seemed better than ever, then Avery couldn't find herself to be shocked and shaken by the news. It just meant that they were a family and in Avery's mind that was good. Unfortunately, Avery's mind continued to think further into it than what it should've. If her dream had been true, which from her understanding, it was…then that meant that Tommy had went to see Wanda. He had knew where she had been. He had known that she was safe the whole time she had been sitting around worrying about her. Perhaps she shouldn't have felt like it, but Avery felt hurt to realize this. Why hadn't she told her when he knew that Wanda was practically her sister-in-law? Was she so hard to talk to? It made her wonder what other secrets had been kept from her. Like when he came in that day with Billy to get the DNA test and had tears in his eyes and Hank had said he had been in Paris…what had that been all about? Avery's violet eyes turned to Wanda, her brows lifted as if she did not understand why. "Stia ce te-ai simti in siguranta si ca nu se obosi sa-mi spuna..." "He knew you were safe and he didn't bother to tell me..." Avery had said softly to Wanda in Roma, her words coming out more upset than angry even though she kind of felt like shouting that at Tommy. Had he been Kyle she certainly would have. Unfortunately she and Tommy weren't that close, and that was no more obvious in Avery's mind as it was at this moment. However, not wishing to be terribly rude, Avery looked to the teen couple and commented. "Kimmy is known around here not only for her gifts with hydokinesis but her talented singing voice." She was very aware that Wanda may not have no idea of Kimmy's fame and thought it might help a little conversation wise. |
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| Wanda | Apr 11 2010, 12:50 AM Post #7 |
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Wanda held onto Avery’s hands as her brother’s sad love tried to laugh and smile, putting on a brave face. It was bitter sweet to see her try so bravely and although Wanda herself had come to terms with Pietro needing to be away, to set his own mind at rest, and realizing that she had to move on without him, Avery didn’t have that option; she was a ghost, stuck between waiting for Pietro’s return or going on, and unable to do either. Since her time with Dr. Strange, Wanda had become more a part of reality and a less of a sleepwalker unattached to the world around her; at times like this, when she saw the pain of loss biting at Avery so ferociously, she wondered if it had been a good choice. With a familiar feeling of speed barely reigned in, she too thought that their words, their mutual feelings of loss had reached out and tugged Pietro back to them. She felt Avery’s fingers tighten in her grasp and then relax as the image cleared. But for Wanda, at least, Tommy was just as welcome a sight as their wandering Pietro. The boys had stayed with her long hours that first day but had stayed away after that. Wanda’s thinking was often distracted and vague but she was seldom stupid; it would take the boys a long time to accept her, if they ever truly would. So when Tommy appeared, her eyes fastened on him, drinking him as though she were seeing him for the first time again, but now she could remember the babe in arms and the toddler he had been. She could see how the years had changed his face and what had stayed the same. He introduced her, barely six years older than white haired speedster, as his mother. Sudden, Avery softly gasped at her side and spoke in Roma. She turned and blinked at Avery, startled to hear the words of her home coming from the green elf, but just as quickly saw what it was, a sign of her commitment to Pietro that she would make the effort to learn another language – something that, to Wanda’s thinking, showed a deeper sign of love than merely speaking three words. “Sa nu fie suparat pe el.” Do not be angry with him. Wanda murmured and reached up to pat Avery’s cheek tenderly. “A vrut sa spuna fiu lipsit de respect. Ceea ce el si fratele lui invatat, ei incearca sa se inteleaga, dar e greu.” He meant no disrespect. What he and his brother learned, they are trying to understand, but it’s hard. In Avery’s violet eyes was a flash of something that wasn’t quite anger but also… hurt. The girl at Tommy’s side was lovely, if a bit nervous, but in Wanda’s eyes, Tommy was the star of the pair. She put her hand on Tommy’s cheek and leaned forward to kiss his lips in greeting. “My darling, it is wonderful to see you and now that you are here, I will keep you for a very long time.” From behind her, Avery added that Kimmy was a talented singer. Wanda’s dark gaze slid over to the lovely blonde girl at Tommy’s side. “Hello, Kimmy,” she said then tilted her head slightly as she took in Kimmy’s face for the first time. Generally, Avery and Kimmy were right, pop-culture past Wanda by unnoticed, except for one occasion. “American girls, they sometimes look the same. Same hair. Same face. But your face,” she nodded as her odd mind sparked with memories. “While I was inside the … the… Inter…Net… Web… machine-thing,” her hand gestured airily as she groped for the right word for something that was as much a foreign language to her as Roma was to them. “When some of us went to save Madison from the ghost in the machines, the place was alive with bright colors, but I remember one part where motes of colored lights were moving and changing, making a picture, like on the television, and I saw your face,” Wanda said in her best interpretation to explaining the brief Web clip. “The place said… You … Tube,” she frowned in concentration, not completely sure that had been the name. Wanda turned back to Avery and tried to draw her into the conversation, “It looked good… she wore pink, I think. We ran past it too quickly to really see. The Virus Hunters were chasing us and then the pop-ups were making an ever-growing mountain that we climbed,” her explanation slowly dwindling as she stared at their faces. Wanda smiled and shrugged, “Really… you had to have been there.” Wanda put an arm around Avery’s waist companionably, not willing to let her slink away into sadness and depression. “What can we do to put a smile on Avery’s face?” She asked the world in general but then went ahead and answered her own question. “Avery, darling, I know you love to be in here with your plants but … although they are sweet, plants to do have fire and that is what you need, a fire to warm your blood.” Wanda peered around. “Ahh,” she smiled, “there.” Suddenly, a towering crimson bonfire erupted on the beach. “Come along, Avery, you will be warm enough.” Though she had improved greatly, Wanda remained a gentle-bully at heart, not taking No for an answer, even when she appeared to give people a choice. “Grab your coat,” she coaxed Avery. Then reached out and took Kimmy’s hand too, sweeping her along in with the ‘force of nature’ that was Wanda Maximoff. “Tommy, will have chairs ready for us when we get to the fire; won’t you, my darling?” She called over her shoulder, already on her way. |
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| Tommy Shepard | Apr 14 2010, 09:26 PM Post #8 |
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Wanda was beautiful in a familiar and ethereal way. Her movements were fluid and lyrical and watching her took Tommy back to the first night he met the Maximoff twins. It was merely months ago but that night felt like light years away. The strange connection he had felt to the reality warper that night, so basic and pure, had know changed. It had become more overt and damaged in the way things often are when saddled with a complicated truth. Still, even if there wasn't an ease in his mind, there was a connection. Tommy did his best to pretend he wasn't uncomfortable as the woman who he had learned gave him life stood and approached him. She placed a willowy hand on his cheek and pressed her lips to his. The gesture took him by surprise a bit, but he neither flinched nor reared away.Such affection was not something he had been used to with his adoptive mother. Though she was a good woman, Wanda had chosen their p0aths well it seemed, she had never been the type to overtly show her feelings. Hers was a more detached love, but still love nonetheless. Wanda's more affectionate personality could be attributed, the boy assumed, to the culture in which she was raised. He remembered Pietro saying something about Romania, and he had learned a long time ago that Europeans sometimes were very hands on with their greetings, though he had no idea whether this trait stretched out to the country of the Maximoff twins' childhoods. Tommy's voice became very low and free of sarcasm in the way it always did around Wanda. He felt very strange to have both she and Kimmy in the same place together, as if worlds were colliding somehow. He had almost forgotten about Avery during all of this. She had been through so much ,and now, learning that Pietro was in essence his uncle, he felt a strong connection to her and a pain because of her pain. Pietro had hurt so many people. Tommy still wondered why he couldn't see that. Wanda engaged Kimmy in conversation, and suddenly, the uneasiness that had marked Tommy began to drain away. Perhaps this would be alright. Perhaps it was the beginning of a tide change. "Yeah, my girl's kind of a big deal." he said, beaming and answering his mother's comments about Kimmy's online presence. Wanda then scooped up Avery, who Tommy had noticed was looking a bit down, and with a spark of the seeming magic that she had shared with Billy, created a fire. "Sure,"he said, lighting up,"You'll love that Avery. It'll be cool." He then sprinted off at his mother's command to retrieve the chairs. There was a familiarity in Wanda's voice that Tommy soon recognized. It was the tone she addressed Pietro with. Was it possible Wanda was beginning to lean on Tommy the way she always had with her brother ? Was something like that the reason he was created in the first place ? It certainly made sense to the boy at the time. He shook those thoughts away as he returned to the bonfire, setting up the chairs he had fetched and holding a bag of marshmallows. The girls were still a bit away so he yelled to them. "There's a place back in Jersey, on my street. We used to but marshmallows from there and make the best smores in the world. I snagged us a bag while I was waiting for you." |
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| Kim Parker | Apr 21 2010, 04:27 AM Post #9 |
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Kimberly looked moderately confused. Tommy was one thing, but it seemed when the elements that made up Wanda and her son were close by, she and anyone else near by was swept up by a metaphorical whirlwind. All she could do was go along with it, hoping against hope that Avery was just as lost as she was. She doubted it. Eventually she found herself sitting next to Wanda and Avery, with her boyfriend saying something about smores. She was lost, and the blank confused look on her face, reminiscent of most blond pop stars in her peer group in Hollywood, would convey that very clearly. In Wanda's wake, Kimberly was dumbstruck. Wanda gave off this aura of intelligence, elegance, class, and raw beauty... it made Kimberly feel like a 25 cent vending machine ring. Made of plastic with a big fake ruby the size of a gumball. But even with those feelings, Kimberly appreciated the chance to meet someone from outside the Institute. Finally she managed to respond to the comments about her and the internet, doing her best to sound humble. "I had a TV show for a while, you would be surprised how many humans are okay with a super-hero Popstar. Mostly the Japanese. But its money. It pays for me and Tommy's dates. I have been thinking about doing another CD... but I don't know if I have another one in me anymore. That Kim might be gone now. Alot has happened..." Her voice darkened for a moment as she flashed back to Japan. "...but, thats part of being a mutant I guess." |
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| Avery | Apr 23 2010, 07:46 AM Post #10 |
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Avery's sudden Roma, though probably strange sounding coming from her Canadian tongue, took Wanda off guard mostly for the fact that Avery didn't speak it ever around her. Since becoming involved with Pietro, she had studied hard to learn, to flatter and impress him, to become a little closer to him and embrace his culture as well. In two years she had learnt quite a bit, and though her accent on words sometimes wasn't quite right, she could now construct full, meaningful sentences and was confident that she could carry on a conversation with the gypsy twins. It was worth it to see the look on Pietro's face and now it was helping her become a little more closer to Wanda. However, to her words, Wanda patted her cheek and cooed to her not to be angry, that Tommy didn't mean to hurt her and that the boys were going through a difficult time. Avery knew this, she would've come to that conclusion shortly, but her mind didn't process her emotions half as quickly as her beloved's did. She was hurt and since Pietro's leaving, she felt everything was against her, intentional or not. In the end she could forgive and forget or just shrug things off many times, but it still hurt. Honestly she was truly surprised that Wanda knew that Kimmy Parker was a world wide star. She knew that Wanda was clever and much more thoughtful than she normally let on to be, however sometimes she couldn't help but think she was a little naïve to the world around her, especially concerning music and pop culture. For a moment she felt a little guilty, like she had treated her like her Nana who was not with the times and had to have everything 'newfangled' explained to her in simple terms. But no time was spared for guilt as Wanda, with a slinked arm around her waist, decided a fire would be nice in attempt to cheer the drab elven woman up, conjured a fire from nothingness on the beach near the greenhouse. She then encouraged Avery to grab her coat and for Tommy to gather some chairs for them when they got there. Like her dear Pietro, Tommy did as Wanda had asked, adding that Avery would love it. Perhaps she was beginning to look as miserable as she felt, which was not a good thing.. But as always, Avery did not protest to Wanda's words, as unsociable as she had been feeling of late, there was no point in explaining such things to the Gypsy woman. With little haste, she moved to the hook that her long back winter's coat hung, pulled it on and flipped it's massive hood over her head. Then before she knew it, Wanda had taken Kimmy's hand, along with her own, and swept them away out into the snow. Unfortunately, while both Avery and Tommy had been go with the flow, poor Kimmy looked absolutely confused and lost…perhaps feeling like an outsider in the group. It was an odd look on the girl who was a popstar sensation, but she just needed time. Avery herself had taken a while to get used to Wanda…But now that Wanda was going through some sort of self improvement, maybe Kimmy would have an easier time warming up to her. Either way, it took a bit before Kimmy actually decided to speak more than a hello. "I had a TV show for a while, you would be surprised how many humans are okay with a super-hero Popstar. Mostly the Japanese. But its money. It pays for me and Tommy's dates…" Avery merely nodded to her words as they walked, her eyes flickering over to Wanda to see if she would say anything about this. Then again, she wondered how Tommy felt about it. Honestly, she really would like to know him more, she felt like in her heart she should be closer to the young speedster…especially now that they were family. Well…almost family. "...I have been thinking about doing another CD... but I don't know if I have another one in me anymore. That Kim might be gone now. A lot has happened...but, thats part of being a mutant I guess." The blond spoke grimly as they went and again Avery nodded. "There's a lot of extra weight that comes with being a mutant. It comes from all directions." She replied flatly, not able to bring herself to say anything comforting or helpful at the time being. Her shadowed eyes once more flickered to Wanda to see what she had to say. Normally she was very good for stories and conversation. Then from afar she heard Tommy's voice call out to them. Sure enough he stood next to the fire with chairs set up just for the three women. In his hand he held a bag of marshmallows, exclaiming that he had gotten them in Jersey because they were the ones he used to get when they'd make s'mores. Actually, Avery did indeed like the thought of this. Something chocolate sounded really good right now. "Thank you, Tommy." She said softly once they were closer, gently sitting down and leaning to the fire to sap it's warmth, naked hands extending towards the flame. Perhaps this would help to lift her spirits a little like Wanda said. |
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| Wanda | Apr 25 2010, 09:07 AM Post #11 |
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Fire and snow, an impossible combination that appealed to Wanda. Holding onto a sad and lonely Avery with one hand, and a confused and lost pop-star with the other, Wanda chattered away happily; if she detected their awe, confusion, or sullenness, she gave no indication. “I miss a good fire. When Pietro and I lived in the caravan of our gypsy clan, we would sit before the fire every night listening to songs and stories or just watch people making things… you know, carving wood into toys or tools. Grandfather tried to teach Pietro,” Wanda bent her head to Avery’s, “but he nicked his hands some many times that Grandfather was sure that he would lose a finger.” Tramping through the snow, she lifted her head and looked up at the stars, thinking back to those long ago days. “He always said that it was because his fingers were too slow, they weren’t where his brain thought they were.” Her wandering mind came back to the present and she affectionately bumped against Avery. “Perhaps he is better now, yes.” Her brows creased, “I don’t know if he has tried to carve … in ages. Perhaps he got too discouraged long ago.” The fire seemed to enliven Kimmy as they got closer. Wanda nodded as the pop-star spoke, flashing a ‘thank you’ smile at Tommy as she sat in one of the chairs. Just like Pietro, Tommy was so helpful and did so many things, but it was, unfortunately, very easy to take his generous nature for granted. She put out her hands, palms to the flames and nodded as Kimmy explained to her that she’d had a TV show. “Oooh,” she said, as though finally getting the pieces of a puzzle slotted into place. It wasn’t that Wanda was dumb but pop-culture was a foreign land with a language and concepts that seemed to pass by unnoticed. Sitting on a couch watching TV wasn’t something she did; if the survival of the world somehow depended on her knowing who Simon Cowell was, the world would be doomed. She looked at the bag of marshmallows in Tommy’s hand, as she took in the reminder of Kimmy’s words, picking up the sound of … sadness or perhaps resignation about something she had lost. On her other side Avery spoke, seeming to agree with Kimmy about being a mutant adding an extra burden. Wanda’s eyes strayed up to Tommy’s, silently asking if he was going to need cheering up too, but he seemed alright at least. “Butterflies are my favorite creatures,” she said cheerfully and out of the blue, a seemingly complete non sequitur. “They start out as one thing and then completely change.” She looked at Kimmy and went on conversationally, “I wonder if they ever remember when they were caterpillars. Or, if they did, if they ever miss it and wish they were caterpillars again.” Her attention floated from one or another of them around the fire and continued blithely, as though she were only talking about caterpillars and butterflies and oblivious to the adapt metaphor they were for life, particularly for mutants. “Probably it was much simpler and easier for them when they crawled around on branches, eating leaves, and flying is very difficult,” she looked over at Tommy brightly, “did you know I have a flying carpet?” She flickered off on a side tangent. “But no,” she shook her head, “I think they just face the new challenges, however difficult, and not look backwards. If you keep looking backwards,” Wanda considered then simply shrugged, “you will just run into trees.” “Have you met my brother, Pietro,” she asked Kimmy offhandedly as she reached into Tommy’s bag, changing the topic in an effort to shake Kimmy from her dark mood. Taking out one of the marshmallows, she experimentally squeezed it with her fingers. She knew what it was, but the notion of sticking it on a stick and roasting it hadn’t made it to the caravan when she was young. “You and he would have much to talk about, he used to busk too, on the streets of Bucharest and Doomstadt; the violin he used, he found discarded, it had no case for people to throw their coins in, so we used a handkerchief.” It sounded much like what Kimmy did, except her shows were on a much grander scale… and she demanded payment in advance, not depending on the generosity of strangers. But to Wanda, it sounded much the same. “It was a red handkerchief that he folded into a bowl shape. Unlike you though, he was not a good singer,” she reluctantly admitted this one flaw in her darling brother, “he would always feel too much of the music and would rush the words, but his playing,” she smiled over at Avery in remembrance, “had an unearthly beauty that would draw anyone who heard it.” “My darling,” she said, finally giving up on puzzling out the marshmallow, and gave Tommy a bewildered expression, “what are smores?” |
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| Tommy Shepard | May 3 2010, 01:54 AM Post #12 |
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Few thoughts went through Tommy's mind as he flitted back and forth between cities and chores. Being around Kimmy had always been a mesmerizing experience. Something about the girl, about the way she moved and touched him, cause him to slow down and take things in a more normal way. It had been addictive in the beginning. It was one of the more alluring things he found in the girl. Now, it was just something he added to the list of things about the girl. To be around Wanda, the woman he came to know as his mother, was a much different venture all together. To be in the presence of the Scarlet Witch was something akin to what Tommy imagined a drug trip to be like. To be in her company meant to say goodbye to things like reasons or rational feelings and to give way to the uncontrollable urge to please her and win her favor. With Wanda, nothing mattered more than being close to her, to win back the utopian happiness that Tommy cherished from the memories acquired from his time with Strange and his family in what turned out to be his origins. To be with both of them at the same time sent the speedster into a near tizzy. Throwing Avery into the mix, and the irrational guilt he felt for so closely resembling the man she had loved and lost, made for a potent combination of sensations. As the woman made it to the fire though, he did his best to work his way through the feelings that were upon him. But its money. It pays for me and Tommy's dates. "Well, that was emasculating," Tommy said in a deadpan manner in reply to his girlfriend's comments. He turned to the others in his company and took his girlfriend's hand to let her know he was only kidding. He gave Avery a nod, hoping she was enjoying herself. Then turned to his mother. As always, her words were like a sonnet. She talked of her past in a way that made the yearn for days that he could never had experienced. " A magic carpet ? Are you for real. That's awesome. Maybe Kimmy and I can borrow it one night and have a little Aladdin action." He smiled as she continued. "What ?," he said stunned. "You have had a hard life. One sec," he said, and with that he was off. In an instant, he was back, graham crackers and chocolate in hand. "They're the most awesome things ever." He excitedly threw the ingredients together and placed them over the fire, waiting impatiently for it to do it's job. When it was done he reached the finished product to his mother. "Here you go. Just like in Jersey." He wondered how much his mother knew about his childhood, how much she had set up herself, even if it was subconsciously. “My darling,” she said, finally giving up on puzzling out the marshmallow, and gave Tommy a bewildered expression, “what are smores?” |
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| Kim Parker | May 12 2010, 04:03 AM Post #13 |
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Kimberly was taken in by the entire thing. It felt comfortable and appropriate somehow. It was a unfamiliar feeling, but she let it wrap around her. She closed her eyes and listened to Avery, Wanda and Tommy talk, as comfortable as she was with the whole thing, she felt like an outsider. She always felt foreign when she was around other people and their families, because those relationships were healthy. Kimberly was basically bred for fame, she took to it in a healthy way, but her parents were not the most caring individuals, and now they were gone so there were bridges Kimberly could never build up again. She was starting to identify with the people of the school as her family, but once June rolled around, she had no idea where she was even going to go. Wanda began talking about butterflies and Kimberly found her mind focused in on her words unlike any others before. She was sure it was some sort of foil to contrast Kimberly’s own worries. The words were beautifully spoken, and Kimberly really identified with them. But when the time came for a wise climax to the metaphor, Wanda pattered off onto Magic Carpets. It made Kimberly giggle softly. When Speed accused her of emasculating him, in the same joking tone, kissed him briefly on the lips, cooling the surface of her lips to the temperature of Ice, something she thought would annoy him to no end. “Magic carpet rights might be nice, but if thats an euphemism for something, I am going to... Make you sit through one of my chick flicks!” She thought of the single most torturous thing she could do to Speed. That was it. |
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| Avery | May 25 2010, 05:58 PM Post #14 |
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Botanical Manipulation and Biology
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Her mind went over it again. It was strange to be the one on the inside, the one taken into the family and see someone else as an outsider. She wondered if Kimmy felt as alien as she had in the beginning. Then again, the family had been little back then…now it had grown and added two new members. And she…she was part of it too, probably even looked at as a little sister by Lorna and Wanda. Maybe one day, Tommy and Billy would come to see her as family too. Maybe one day things would be more like in that strange dream she had of them all, the dream that seemed to be too good to be true and was. Nevertheless, it was nice to think that they could all have something like that, living in peace and being happy. It really was thoughts like that that got her through the day. But today wasn't so bad, she tried to keep a pleasant look on her face despite being in a gloomy mood. Tried. Some days she just couldn't muster up the energy to pretend that she was doing okay and her downer response to Kimmy didn't help her façade. But Wanda was there, there to be a beacon of hope through their negative fog proving once more with a lovely metamorphosis metaphor that there was far more to her than the madness that her powers inflicted upon her. And Avery knew that she was right, knew that being a mutant wasn't such a burden and that in the scheme of it all and that she shouldn't keep looking back to what she used to be because becoming one had made her a much better person. Then like Wanda always did, she moved onto one topic to another without transition which no longer seemed funny to Avery anymore. It was probably brought on by Kimmy's offhanded comment that she paid for their dates which slightly poked Tommy who found it emasculating. Just another normal banter of words between the pair that always seemed to happen once you've been in a relationship for so long. However Wanda's comparison of Pietro being a sort of busker to Kimmy's music career got a little smirk out of Avery. She was sure that Wanda didn't understand why it was amusing to her, but it was nonetheless. And though she admitted that Pietro's voice wasn't as golden as Kimmy's, Avery nodded her head in agreement when she told them how his talent for the violin drew you in with it's unnatural beauty. "Mmmhmm…" Avery voiced her agreement as she leaned forward placing her chin in her hands, elbows propped up on her knees as she gazed almost fondly into the fire. Throughout the institute, Avery wasn't known for her natural talent for the violin as she played for weddings and special occasions when requested to do so. Not so famously known though was the fact that before becoming a mutant she was setting herself to attend Juilliard once she had graduated with what she believed to have a very promising career ahead of her. Those dreams lay all in the past now and just to play with her beloved was more than enough for her. "I have to admit, his skills go far beyond even mine. It's almost unreal how beautifully he plays that I am still a little envious of him." She let out a small chuckle at her next thought, thinking it sounded a childish. " I remember I used to ask him at least three times a week for him to play me something…usually something from the old family book he gave me. Maybe when he returns, Kimmy, we can all get together so you can hear it." “My darling,” she said, finally giving up on puzzling out the marshmallow, and gave Tommy a bewildered expression, “what are smores?” Wanda's question seemed to surprise Tommy, who Avery assumed was just not used to his mother being unaccustomed to many 'American' things. He scrambled to throw a s'more together and waited impatiently as he roasted it near the flames. Again she smiled, noting to herself how the relationship between mother and son was already building as Tommy was rather enthusiastic to introduce her to the marshmallowy snack. "They're a tradition campfire snack in America," Avery informed Wanda with her light smile lingering. "I never had one myself until I moved here actually. They're really good, though they seem funny looking at first, you'll like them. Hence the shortened name 'Some More', after all." She added bending forward to reach out and grab a marshmallow for herself, suddenly feeling grateful for the company today to boost her spirits. |
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