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| Topic Started: Mar 9 2010, 01:36 AM (297 Views) | |
| Stepford Cuckoos | Mar 9 2010, 01:36 AM Post #1 |
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Feb. 18th 2010 3:00pm After Classes The Cuckoos believed in lies. Not any specific lies, but the force of bent and twisted truth. It was all that was left, they knew, as the wind rustled their hair, and dried brown leaves danced past them. Lies were useful. They were learning just how much of their world did not fit with that of the schools at times and how far outside the social sphere many of the other students lived in. The sisters were starting to explore the school more. For the first few months they had locked themselves away studying and adjusting were al they truly focused on. And while that was still the focus they felt was most useful their teachers had prodded them to interact more with the student body and be out and about some. And as they met and talked to people they learned lies were the key to power and the key to keeping people from thinking the worst of them for their very simple almost black and white view of life. The girls turned away to look down the hill, telling themselves their favorite lie. We are not so different then the rest. We are just better. They wrapped themselves in there lies and ego ridden world. To them those things fit lie a warm fuzzy blanket. They could believe in lies. Not all lies, of course. Like that one about God. Others seemed to like to believe that one. Not them. They had heard about this God and found the idea pointless and stupid. They wrote it off as a lie fed to the masses to make them feel better. The girls had also learned at this school at times the truth was best kept to themselves and lies shared with the others. The others liked the lies more it seemed at times. We have found your powers lacking use. You mean nothing to us. They had told that line to a student once it was not met with a very warm reception from other students. Apparently the weak and worthless were embraced here it was a new idea to the sisters they were still learning it. The wind whipped their blond hair more fiercely. about it. The three sat down, ignoring the way the drying grass and earth of the hillside were going to make their pristine coat damp and dirty. The sisters leaned back against the cool stone fence, looking up at the blue, blue sky. “I like it here.” Celeste said out loud. Both to herself as well as her sisters, she seemed to have all the good in her of the three. And she had come to enjoy the idea that you could be strong and still do good, but she also knew deep down that she would never do good unless it helped the three of them. Because past her sisters she had no one and the goal of the three was always better then the will of the one and they all lived their life with that in mind. “It is stimulating.” Mindee chimed in adding her own take at the school. She enjoyed learning and reading and the large library had offered her a great chance to do just that. Phoebe nodded in agreement with both her sisters and spoke to them both via their link as her thoughts were not to be over herded she rarely spoke out loud unless she was forced too. :: It is ours for the taking one day. And then mother would be proud of us… :: The other two nodded in unison as the idea of making Mother and father proud was quickly becoming a new driving force for the three. |
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| Kelrian | Mar 10 2010, 05:39 AM Post #2 |
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Some lies were worse than others. Saying 'lies are bad' is deceiving, and often its all just a matter of opinion. What one would consider a little white lie could end up being more harmful than a lie that was meant outright to be malicious. Now, the lies that people tell themselves could be worse in the long run than the ones they tell others, whatever the intent. If there really is intent.. Take Kelrian for example. Always making sure everyone else is happy, fussing over friends, always keeping a happy, friendly face. However.. that was a lie. He did care for his friends, yes, and he wanted them happy. But that smile he plastered on his face, that was a lie. Maybe three years ago, he had really been like that. But now? Kel was just acting how people expected him to act, keeping up pretenses, making sure no one worried. While he... worried too much. He tried to keep everything like it was. If he showed who he really was now, would any of them want anything to do with him? In the end, did it really matter? Even if he could make something of himself, he doubted very much that anyone would see past the silly blond boy that had come here four and a half years back. He had changed, he knew that. It seemed no one else had noticed, though. Maybe he was too good at faking it, hiding behind the shreds of his old personality. His goal had been to join the x-men. Not to be a superhero or whatever, as he'd vaguely wanted when he was younger. To protect those that mattered. But.. the fact was, he was distancing himself from them without leaving their sides. It would be so much easier to start over. But he couldn't do that. At the very least, he would stay until his roommate finished school. He had a feeling that the boy had some abandonment issues. Which was part of Kel's problem too, though he wouldn't allow himself to accept that it was a problem. It was just a fact; eventually, everyone leaves, by choice or by death.. It would just be so much less painful to leave them, first. You're going to leave me again, I know it, he thought, glancing back at the school. Luckily, he did not see the person he was thinking of in any of the windows, or he would have had a minor panic attack. Just another little lie. It doesn't matter. But I'll be here when you come back.. he sighed, and turned his mind to something more productive. The training with Jayson, he'd improved so much, but he still flinched, hesitated.. he didn't like fighting. No matter that it was often them against holograms, not real people. He didn't want to be the person capable of killing people without a thought. That was what held him back, not fear of getting hurt. He knew that whatever happened, he'd recover. Physically, that was. Mentally.. that was a different story. He didn't want to sacrifice what was left of who he was. Kel didn't expect to see the girls out in the gardens. While he could go out in a light jacket without worrying about catching a cold, most others in the mansion didn't like the prospect of freezing their tushes off outside. He... well, he just got claustrophobic enough that running out in the snow seemed like a good idea about once a week.. "Hello, girls. Um... Celeste, Mindee, and Phoebe, right? Well.. I'm heading inside soon, and I'll be making hot chocolate. Let me know if any of you would like some.." Bright smile. They reminded him of his little sisters.. |
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| Anole | Mar 10 2010, 07:01 AM Post #3 |
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Vic wasn’t a huge fan of lies. They confused, they misled. He would never believe that he was faultless, but he did try to keep his telling of lies to the bare minimum. At least, to others. He’d lied to himself plenty of times. He’d tried to convince himself that he was normal, a long time ago. Yes, the green kid with spikes for hair, and a six foot long tongue had tried to call himself normal. He’d tried to convince himself that his actions only affected himself, both when he pretty much vanished from the Institute, and when he left the morlocks to return. He knew that when he did go back to the tunnels, he’d likely upset even more people. But at this point, he really didn’t know what to do about it. He considered both places his home, and their respective inhabitants, his family. How does one choose between the two? How does one balance the needs of two drastically different families? Vic had once made himself believe that he wouldn’t have to, but it had seemed like Callisto wouldn’t make things so simple. Them or us, was what she’d made it seem like. She’d effectively made it so, too. With the trials and tribulations of life as a green lizard-boy, the loss and subsequent regrowth of his arm, Apocalypse raping the world, and the consequences of his impulsive actions coming down upon him, Vic was long overdue for a bit of teenaged angst. So angst, he did. In the woods, away from other people, so that he wouldn’t have to admit to it later and so there would be no witnesses to call him out when he pretended that the last hour had never happened. The quiet of the woods, broken only by his footsteps, was nice. And as he walked, warm enough for his sweater and hoodie combo, he thought. About whatever. He thought about his future. There was a time when he’d fully expected to become an X-Man. But now he wasn’t one hundred percent on that. More like forty percent. He couldn’t be an X-Man, and stay in the tunnels. He had to choose. When the breeze chilled him through the fabric, Vic was acutely aware that his subterranean family could very well be suffering worse. He hadn’t been down in the tunnels since Christmas. Callisto was away, so he hadn’t had to deal with her, that time. Crunch, crunch, crunch Vic liked that sound. And as he told himself that he would find a solution that would make everybody happy, he started back towards the institute. Nearing one of the buildings, Vic sighted the new girls… Who’s names he was sure he didn’t remember. That was reason enough for him to approach. And Kel was there. That was another very, very good reason. “Hello, ladies. Hey Kel. What brings you here, in this lovely weather?” Note the sarcasm. These four were the only reason Vic wasn’t already back inside, thawing out his toes. |
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