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| Topic Started: Mar 21 2010, 12:09 AM (176 Views) | |
| Spitfire | Mar 21 2010, 12:09 AM Post #1 |
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Date: 27th February Time: Late afternoon Jackie felt tense. Wading through the stack of paperwork on her desk at twice her normal speed, she stopped suddenly and looked out of the window at the city, spread out as far as she could see, a picturesque jumble of roofs and roads and buildings that made up the hub of the mutant nation. She had not long returned from seeing Ambassador Summers and while she now felt a little better and no longer so alone in her concerns, she also felt apprehensive. He had guessed the gist of her worries, that there was something to be worried about, with barely a word from her. His credentials were stellar, checking out to the very letter and so all avenues led her to believe that she should trust the man, but still, she could not settle. Not all were so supportive of their President and this concern kept nagging away at her that while the Ambassador might mean well, that there were people who did not have his interests at heart, which is why the fewer people she spoke to about her fears, the better. Paranoia was not a feeling that sat well within her, but it sat there all the same, tugging away at her, day in, day out, waiting and hoping that she was wrong to suspect that some would take advantage of this situation that was increasingly getting out of her control to contain. Drooping her blonde head, the young speedster tried to focus on the now top page of the stack; another departmental demand. Why couldn’t they just understand that they did not just wander in, wanting to see Magnus, that they did not just send rude little notes, expecting preferential treatment and meetings as if by magic, wishes granted because of their audacity. No. They had to go through her instead, and they didn’t seem to like that at all, leaving their affairs in the hands of a twenty year old girl. But what choice did they have? Jackie tried her best to make sure everything was handled, but she could not work miracles or conjure up new funds and have Magnus sign for budgets that simply didn’t exist. And all the while, every time she took him papers to sign or a cup of tea, a plate of food or even just to sit there in his office, the speedster worried for the President. He just was not the same anymore. The office he occupied was a maze of books and maps and charts that he would not allow her to tidy away into some sort of sensible order. Seemingly, no matter what time of day she would go to him, he would be there with his attention fixed on a book or he would be pacing, lost in some deep thought, troubled, by what he wouldn’t say. Ever since Russia… If she had known what was going to happen…Well, she didn’t even know what she would have done. She could not be so ridiculous as to presume that she could have stopped Magnus from going, but she had never been so scared as she had that night of his return, not even when Joseph had had her trapped in that town. Jackie felt like a failure, but she kept the admission silent, fearing that people might attribute this to why she continued serving the President, every hour of every day. But the real reason was one she kept far more silent and hidden, because it was that he felt like a father to her, more so than her own, human father ever had. He had picked her out of the gutter and had given her a real purpose and direction to channel her inner fire, a chance to help her people and her new nation. Just what was she supposed to do? Abandon someone who had done so much for her, while she still felt as if she owed him her life? Not a chance in hell. The time she had spent drifting the world after leaving England had felt like decades, rather than a scant number of years but even now, worlds away from that dark time, the memories still unsettled her, depressed her even. Some memories were good; sleeping on beaches in the sun and eating as much fresh fruit as she could find (and steal) in summery, tropical climes, but then there were also the dark times, when places she came across were more populated than she might have liked, and food harder to come across and she was unable to just help herself to what nature provided. Shoes…More times than she liked to recall, she had run out of her own shoes, thankful that her mutation blessed her with naturally toughened skin so she could withstand running barefoot when she had to, but so often it was so hard, particularly as she ran without direction, stabbing a pin in a map and heading where the wind would have her go. Jackie needed direction, she needed something to live for and to stand for, without it she had just been a blonde wisp in the air, coming and going everywhere and nowhere. Jus Soli had changed that, Magnus had changed that. Now she had reasons and solid convictions and her firmly held beliefs, shaped by her time alone and given a voice. It truly meant so much to her that she had that now, even if it had come with such a heavy price and a lack of personal freedom for her these days. So she couldn’t go out in the evenings, go to the park, see her boyfriend…It was a small price to pay, just a small price to pay. The more she told herself that, the more she believed it. Getting up from her desk, the speedster fetched herself a cup of tea from the work surface at the other side of her office in a moment too quick for many to see clearly, a little path of orange and yellow flames dancing in her wake. Holding the cup in her hands, she blew on the liquid impatiently, wanting to drink at once. Her eyes flicked to the doors of the President’s office, tightly shut, as they always were these days and she hoped that Alex would be able to help. Whatever the price of that was, Spitfire was more than prepared to pay it for Magnus if it meant that things would return to how they should be. |
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