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| Topic Started: Apr 29 2010, 03:30 AM (348 Views) | |
| Anderson Correy | Apr 29 2010, 03:30 AM Post #1 |
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Time of day: afternoon - 5'ish Place in the time-line: April 20th The ever constant buzzing had become in some ways a mere background sound to Anderson Correy. Growing up in one of the southern most states he'd been flicking insects and other things away from his peripheral ever since he was old enough to move his body the way he wanted to without accidentaly ruining his clothing. The bugs had been every bit of horrible down there. Mysteriously appearing in bathroom corners and floating in the tops of covered beverages - he hated anything small with wings that happened to buzz near him. But then again back then he had been unable to do much about. Now on the other hand he literally had the upper hand when it came to keeping the pestering insects at bay. Specifically when he'd chosen to venture outside the confines of his room and into the school more than he'd already done. He had surprisingly found himself more . . . accustomed than he had originally planned. True the school was to be a safe haven for mutant folk of all sorts, Anderson had of course as usual, lowered his expectations. Something he now regretted as the school proved far greater than the piss hole he had taken it for. The transition from small town living to New York hadn't been that large of a transition for Anderson either. He'd traveled with his step-father on occasion to various business ventures and so New York had been only another stop on his round-the-world trek that he'd planned for his far future. Before the mutant mishap anyways. Regardless the southern boy had begun to grow attached to the school albeit he had only been at the school a week once the twenty-first rolled around. Amiable time for his current view of the school to be set in stone. Not much had changed either since he'd enrolled at Xavier's. He'd gone to the few classes he still had to take so as to legally finish his high school education. He had taken AP English classes back in Georgia, but here things were different. Not saying he didn't like it, because he was rather good at the "normal" English class he was now taking. Even now the class had been tasked with reading a book he'd already read and written an essay on. Therefore the process wasn't as daunting as it possibly could have been. And though Anderson had read the book prior to Mrs. Grey-Summers' class he was still now planning to reread. Once lessons had ended for that day, Anderson had taken it upon himself to begin rereading The Sun also Rises as to refresh his mind so that when classes next resumed he'd be able to understand clearly what his partner for the project meant. Today he had reverted to the patio in the back of the school for a bit of light reading. It was fairly quiet at the moment. Most students were off doing their own homework or prowling through the kitchen for a snack. He would hear shouts every so often from around the school grounds as he'd sat in one of the chairs on the back of the patio. Only within minutes of cracking open his book he had become the latest target for a horde of mosquitoes. Minuscule bothersome little beasts of burden. He fanned them away repeatedly until they became just to much. Sighing rather loudly he raised his hands and concentrated on what he wanted. And with a light flick of his wrist several of them froze in the air - immobile. Smirking he got up and moved further away. Towards a corner near the wall to the edge of the patio. Sitting at an empty table he made note of the various empty chairs that had been grouped up to the table. Obviously a rather large group had been here before him, but lucky for him they had kept things neat and in order. He sat himself once more at the table and opened his book again. Hopefully the mosquitoes would stay away this time. |
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| Old Kitty Pryde | Apr 29 2010, 10:05 PM Post #2 |
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For Kitty Xaviers had been home for so long she often overlooked what it was at it's fundamental base, a school. A surprising fact since so many people, students old and new drifted, in and out through the mansion's fabled halls. She had made many friends here and formed many relations. Some deep, some passing but all important. For the young phaser her life was much like a novel, every person, every event added onto it. Who would she have been without the X-men? Without Storm's mothering concern or Jean's sisterly advice? The truth was she would never know. This place had been her home since she was fourteen years old, and these people as much if not more so her family then those that had raised and loved her those previous fourteen years. They had helped mold her under their love and guidance and she was proud of the person she had become because of their tutelage. But still though she loved them all unconditionally she couldn't help but wonder if she loved them too much. They had all taught her so much, but was she missing out on more? She was no longer a student of Xaviers, though she knew she still had much to learn, but as much as it troubled her to admit it she wondered why she stayed. Was it because she still believed she had a lot to learn and this was the best place to achieve that or had Kitty Pryde just grown comfortable with her surroundings? Was the love of the people who had helped her to grow so much into who she wanted to be also the thing holding her back? Did she need them more then they needed her? Or had she grown so comfortable surrounded in her safe bricked nest that to venture beyond it scared her to death? The truth was she didn't know, and that bothered her more then she would ever care to admit. Because in her dresser drawer buried underneath a pile of shirts was nearly a dozen manila envelopes, all welcoming Katherine Pryde to their Collegiate University. She hadn't opened any of them though she knew they were all letters of acceptance. They didn't send you the thick envelope if they were telling you no, but in spite of all that success she had not told a single soul about them. Because to admit it would force her hand to having to make a choice, a choice she was scared to make. Kitty had thought about leaving dozens of times but always changed her mind. She was an X-Man, and this was the place X-men belonged. The Brotherhood had countless cells and groups, Xaviers had this one spot, this one dream, and she had always known she needed to be a part of it. Since that first day in Deerfield when they had shown up to tell her who she really was and where she really belonged. But she was older now, and childhood idealism while cute wasn't enough to satisfy everyone of her heart's desires. If they needed her to Kitty would run into a burning building with no concern for herself, because she knew they would do it for her. But love like that while making you strong also made you weak. Because as much as she loved them she didn't know who she was without them. And a person needed to belong to their self before belonging to anyone else. Did she stay because it was the right thing or because it was the easy safe thing? Again Kitty didn't have the answer, and for a smart girl not knowing the answers to so many questions sure was making her feel stupid. So battling so many personal decisions she escaped as she was often fond of doing to the school's patio. The spring weather was a welcome treat from the long New England winters, and the dark haired girl enjoyed the feeling of the sunlight on her exposed skin. She was tired of thinking and debating. Sunbathing offered up the excuse to put all her thoughts away. She could just focus on the light and the warmth and leave her problems safely tucked away in that small dresser drawer in her room. As the brunette phaser exited onto the patio she realized her ambition of being the sole occupant was not to be. Someone else was taking up residence, book in hand and Kitty couldn't help but think they had the right idea. Kitty knew almost all of the school's students, some better then others. As Xaviers proudest graduate she had made herself the veritable welcome wagon to the new batch rolling in. Her enthusiasm was sometimes met with mixed greeting, but she knew what it had been like to leave the life you had known for this strange and beautiful one. If she could make someone's lot a little easier in their transition then she knew she was returning the favors others had done for her. At the heart old and new alike they were connected by that. "You know we have OFF candles in the storage room, unless you'd rather keep to your own devices" Kitty said to the dark haired boy, a newer addition to the student body that she hadn't yet had chance to get to know. Instantly she went into meet and greet mode her face a lit with a warm smile and voice filled with pleasant enthusiasm. To Kitty no one at Xaviers should ever be a stranger, they should all be seen as family. "Your new here right? I'm Katherine by the way though everyone calls me Kitty." She took in as much as she could with her eyes, letting her intellect begin to form a history of who the boy was and what he could do. She noticed the book he was reading and decided to use that as her common ground launching point. "Hemingway, huh. I'm more of a Steinbeck girl myself. Hemingway was always too intense, seemed he wanted to bleed into every page he wrote, and well that gets a little depressing." She laughed easily and gestured to the seat at the table he was occupying. she would never barge in on someone if they were having a private moment. She knew the need to be alone with ones own thoughts. "Do you mind?" she asked pointing to the seat. |
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| Anderson Correy | May 1 2010, 09:45 PM Post #3 |
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For someone who kept a day planner and had slight OCD - like tendencies. Anderson had lost count of the times he'd been interrupted reading. It seemed as if the students (and a few faculty members themselves) had a sixth scent -though admittedly some of them did- that alerted them to when he was actually doing his best to get a bit of light reading out of the way. Whether for pleasure of other purposes he would never get the task done. Not that it mattered too much because after being distracted for a good ten minutes his mind would forget that he'd even planned on reading and once the conversation was done he'd go on into the kitchen for a light snack. Leaving his book to fend for itself from the prying eyes and sticky fingers of snot nosed little children who had the bodies but not the mentality of a teenager. He remained silent for a few seconds as he looked up to see who had thought it upon themselves to be so kind as to refer him to the bug repellent. His mouth opened a bit but no words came out. True, some may have thought he was "falling in love at first sight" or "stunned by her beauty" but really it was just her presence. She seemed to radiate an air of childish innocent that had seen too much nurturing and motherly love. He wasn't exactly sure how just to word it but thats the way she was to him. It was unbelievable just how the thoughts of her had begun to formulate into his head before he'd even had a full chance to speak with her. He was unsure of what to do even. Was she a student because she surely greeted him like such. Not that he knew if there was a certain way that teachers and students greeted specifically. Regardless he finally formulated the words his brain had been trying to get to his mouth. "Pleasure Katherine - Kitty." He said catching himself as he smiled brightly up at the other. He put out a hand to shake her own. After all that'd been how he'd taught a proper introduction went. "Anderson. Anderson Correy." He smirked as he held up the book for her to better see. "Yeah. For class. I mean I read it once at my old school but only got halfway through it before I sparknoted the rest. He's not my favorite author, but eh I need the grade." He shrugged remembering back to those good old days. "Oh not at all." He said as he scooted his own chair back a few ways from the table to allow her a bit of personal space. "So -" He began thinking of a way to continue their chat. "What kind of books do you enjoy. Assuming you read at all. Just asking because of your Steinbeck comment there?" |
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| Old Kitty Pryde | May 4 2010, 11:53 PM Post #4 |
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Kitty took a seat in the patio chair, opposite the young student. The view from the patio was lush, like most of the views from any vantage point at Xaviers. The grounds were always perfectly manicured and well kept. For a second she wondered just how much square footage of grass there was around the place, but the trivial thought died almost as quickly as it had appeared. Anderson had asked her a question, a question on a topic she was passionate about. Kitty loved her books almost as much as she loved her computers which was saying something cause she loved her computers a lot. Next to Doug she imagined she was the greatest techno-geek Xaviers had, but when it came to a love of the written word she even had him surpassed in that. it was no strange occurrence to see the brunette lounged out under one of the school's trees novel in hand, or walking down the hall one eye on the text another to make sure she didn't accidental walk through anyone. She had been reading nearly as long as she had been walking, so bringing u the topic of literature was like pollen to a bee. Her face lit up, and instantly she was off. Anderson Correy was no longer someone she had just met five minutes ago, rather he was a life long friend now, a lover of the arts like her. She needn't know that the boy had never expressed such fervent interest, Kitty was happy to fill in any of the missing pieces of his story for him. "Oh gosh. I love it. Deeply and fervently, I just hate I don't have as much time to devote to novels as I'd like, but they keep us pretty busy around here. Cormac McCarty is probably my favorite author, but I'm a sucker for a good fantasy book Robert Jordan or Marion Zimmer, and Star Trek books, I gotta huge deal for Star Trek books." Her hazel eyes seemed a lit with a fire only a passion could bring about. Kitty Pryde was a girl who loved all thing science or well science fiction to exact. Throw in a few elements of fantasy and you had the keys to the phaser's heart. She was a believer of reading all types of books, biographies, mysteries, classic works like Austen or plays of Shakespeare, but Sci-Fi was her bread and butter. It tapped into so much that she found fascinating, a world of computers and science and mythos productions. To the untrained eye Kitty may have looked like a cheerleader or American sweetheart but inside the X-man was all geek and proud of it. "I read a lot of Tolstoy last year, but umm…" She could feel herself blushing. She hadn't meant to go this far into her motivations, and to explain more would be a betrayal of the guarded secrets of her heart. She couldn't say, "I read Tolstoy because it's Russian and Piotr is Russian, and when I read those books its like having a part of him with me and I cherish that feeling." No such disclosures like that were strictly top secret access only, so she only smiled at Anderson and worked to change the subject. "What about you Kid Hemingway, Whats the path to your heart?" Her smile was innocent enough missing any entendre to her words. "Also if you don't mind me asking where are you from, I mean originally, you have a neat accent." Hazel eyes looked at him bluntly as though he himself was a novel of words. She wished for a moment she could read people like Doug could, it seemed so fascinating. Everyone was a discovery. Everyone was a story. |
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| Anderson Correy | May 11 2010, 11:43 PM Post #5 |
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She sat and he stared. He quickly caught himself and took to looking at the decorating of the patio. The spotless tables the comfortable chairs, the view of the lawn that was so green and seemingly flawless his stepfather would die to learn what kind of fertilizer was used on it. Though in Anderson's opinion he would have to guess that the beautiful landscaping would go hand in hand with the occupants who had some type of connection to plant life. But he couldn't give them all the credit. He was sure that a lot of the schools beautiful grounds came from hardworking folk with wonderful green thumbs. The type of thumb he seemed to lack when it came to caring for plants or any living creature who couldn't get food from the refrigerator itself. He rested his cheek on the fist he'd made as he lent forward a bit on the patio table so as to speak better with the newly presented Katherine Pryde. She was a sweet enough girl. At least that was the idea he was getting from her at the current moment. He let loose a small laugh as she spoke on her love of Star Trek. "Nope. Star Wars all the way." He rarely had the chance to go to deep into his more Star Wars side back home as all his friends who did like the franchise had gone off to college elsewhere leading to facebook debates on why Star Wars was undeniably better. He cleared his throat and did his best Yoda impersonation to prove his point. "Yoda better than Spock is yes. Pointy ears they both have. But a Jedi Master, only one is, yes." He laughed again this time actually moving his body with it. He was actually enjoying the conversation albeit what he'd originally thought. True he would love to go to fashion shows in Milan and be on a Paris runway he was the biggest nerd in his town. He collected comic books, played video games and even read when not required for school. He twisted his mouth a bit as Kitty spoke about Piotr. "I can honestly say that I haven't the fist clue as to who Tolstoy is!" He raised his hands a bit as if asking for forgiveness. He was a bit taken aback by her question on the path to his heart as he'd never been bluntly asked before. But he supposed that if she was being kind with her words and discussing her life about things, then he should as well. It was only fair, though he was unsure on how to even approach the situation. He stared absentmindedly at Kitty as he thought on how to begin. "Well thats a rather tough question that even I can't answer. To be honest I've never really had anyone I've fallen in love with. Hell I haven't dated anyone since those pretend marriages we played out in second grade on the playground." Reaching a hand up he scratched the back of his neck. He wasn't sure what to say to that situation. He'd never really been in love before unless you counted his tenth grade history teacher and even then it had been a mere crush than anything else. "Me? I'm from Barney Georgia. Yes it's a real place in south Georgia. Small town. I mean microscopic. You could probably throw a baseball and get it all the way across the entire place. But I suppose I liked it." He reflected back onto his childhood days of running barefoot down the dirt road and drinking water straight from the well. Hell where had those years gone and he'd grown up into this pretentious prick he was today. "What about you? Where did you live before the school?" |
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| Old Kitty Pryde | May 13 2010, 10:07 PM Post #6 |
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If Kitty Pryde was beautiful she didn't know it, or more to the point she didn't see it. She believed herself lacking the the easy charm that Jean carried or the reserved grace of Storm, those women to her emphasized beauty, style and charm. the young phaser thought herself mostly knees and elbows, gangly parts topped off with an average phase and unruly (at times) brown hair. Kitty's belief in how utterly unattractive she was only surmised to emphasize the opposite, and though she believed herself entirely average in all the physical ways more then one person's eye she had caught with her beauty. If Anderson stared at her she didn't notice merely for the fact she believed herself nothing to be stared at. She laughed at his Yoda impression and dared to debate him on full out George Lucas mastery. Original trilogy Vs. later trilogy, woks vs. Jar Jar, and the all important critique, just how awesome was Boba Fett. The girl with all American good looks possessed the mind and love of all things considered geek. In a world full of Paris Hilton wannabes and fashionista's, give Kitty Pryde a Comic convention or a late night Star Wars showing any day. The boy's taste and enthusiasm instantly revealed to her that she would like him, and so would Doug. The Xaviers clique of Brains and nerd herders always could use more members that was for sure. He shared a little about his history. Deep southern roots, small town USA and so on. It only served to add more character to the boy, and Kitty couldn't help herself starting to think of him in generic southern civility and terms. The more she wa stetting to know of Anderson Correy, the more interesting he was seeming, and for a lover of people like Kitty was that was a great thing. "Me? I'm from Deerfield, Illinois, population over just over 18,000 and everything boring and ordinary. You ever see the movie, "The Breakfast Club", well that high school would have been my high school if I hadn't came here instead. Funny how life works out sometimes huh? one minute your Joe normal, next thing you know you find you can walk through walls or in your case do what it is you do. What can you do exactly? Besides keep the bugs at bay, I mean." She smiled at him to show she was teasing in good humor. She liked him pretty much from hello, but mutations could be a tender subject for anyone. Not every person embraced and cared for what they could do and who they were. Some people often got dealt more curses then blessings when it came to their gifts. "If I'm being to personal, feel free to tell me to stop. I can get a little overzealous with the questioning, blame the staff here they taught me too well on the need to ask questions." She pulled a bit of her chestnut colored hair back behind her ear and looked at the boy again. "but yeah that was me pre-Xaviers. Nothing too great to write home about, nothing as wonderful as this place. How are you liking it here so far? I know it can get a little intense, I guess, for lack of a better word with all the going on in the world, but really we really are more of a family then anything else. So I guess that's my way of welcoming you to the fold. How'd I do, I'm a bit rusty I think." |
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