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| when life leaves us blind; ;; Lissa | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 31 2013, 03:52 AM (238 Views) | |
| Werewolf | Jan 31 2013, 03:52 AM Post #1 |
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January 6th 12 pm Jack had allowed himself to be selfish these past few weeks. Everything in his life felt new, like he was really starting over for the first time. He had a new family, new hopes, and a new future, although most of these things had been with him all along; he had not seen their importance until now. Between the wedding, the honeymoon, and the move into the new mansion, there had been hardly a moment of spare time to let his mind wander. Still, the attack on Mutant Town had come as a shock to all of them, but there was hardly a thing that he or the rest of his peers could do about it. At first, Jack had not let his lack of contact from his sister bother him all that much, knowing he had kept silent for far longer than that. Yet, with every passing day his daze of happiness waned, checking his phone more often than most of his students did in his class. Jack was more than confident that his mother-in-law would inform him were anything wrong with Lissa, but it didn't make him feel any better. He knew he would never win any awards for 'world's greatest brother' any time soon--his past self-absorbtion was evidence enough of that--but at least Jack could try not to be any worse of one. It was why he found himself practically sprinting through Brooklyn during the lunch rush to get into Mutant Town as his imagination essentially spiraled out of control. What if Lissa really didn't want to try being in his life again? What if she had gone back to Philip? Had he just imagined the whole thing? Don't go all Freudian on me, Russell Jack mentally chided as he burst into the apartment building where Lissa and Moira resided. You just referred to yourself in third person he thought to himself, picking up a healthy jog up the stairs instead of taking the elevator. You're being like that guy from Lord of the Rings. You're not this paranoid! Conflicted, Jack halted between floors, breathing heavily through his nose. He shook his head, trying to dispel the train of his own inner dialogue as he pressed the back of his hand to his mouth. "Yes I am...," Jack muttered to himself as he defeatedly trudged up the last flight of stairs. He sagged against their apartment door as the weight of what-ifs finally sank onto his shoulders, banging on the wood with a clenched hand, fighting back the rising feeling of panic. "Lissa! Lissa--are you there?!" |
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| Lissa Russell | Feb 3 2013, 12:13 PM Post #2 |
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New years was exciting at first, then dangerous, and then...a blur. But that was days ago, mutant powers and community really did help with stuff, but there was a lot of damage, it'd likely be a few months for everything to be fully back to what it was before New Years, but things were functional, mostly. The apartment was thankfully not very touched, power issues for a day or so, but otherwise unaffected. Lissa was barely awake, when noon came around. Up late cause it was Saturday the night before. She was such a night owl... wolf. She wished she could be completely nocturnal at times. Moira was out again, she figured that was the case, Moira was really busy since the attack. Lissa was kind of feeling guilty she didn't have a lot to contribute to help out, other than stay out of people's ways. She felt kind of useless, and guilty. She grew up as a rich brat, living off of a fortune she didn't earn, rebelled constantly against her step-father, hung with the wrong crowd, and honestly, the last few days she was beginning to realize how stupid it all was. The rebellion, the easy life... she wanted to do more, but had no idea where to start, or how to start. It just wasn't her. But early in the morning... afternoon, Lissa was pulling out stuff to make some lunch-breakfast. Then the door was knocked at, and Jack called her. She left to the door, swung it open without even bothering to look as she normally did. "Jack?" She asked confused. She was wearing some lounge pants, and an over sized shirt from some concert she barely remembered, she hadn't even bothered to shower yet. "What's wrong?" She asked concerned based on his own appearance. "You look like you ran here from...well, the Savage Land or something." She stepped aside for him to come inside. "I was just making lunch if you want anything. I know your diet restrictions... mostly cause they're mine too. Lots of deli meats." |
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| Werewolf | Feb 10 2013, 01:35 AM Post #3 |
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The door swung in--Lissa. She was okay, no wounds to speak of, and no signs of distress. Seeing his little sister in one piece made Jack's slough off his paranoia, but it was replaced with an overwhelming desire to be protective and sweep Lissa into a hug of relief; even though they were siblings, that would have probably been inappropriate considering... everything. "You.. I hadn't heard from you," he stuttered, feeling a little like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar with no excuse to cover his ass. "I um..... just wanted to make sure you were.. okay." "I.. ran from Crown Heights," Jack added, as though his sprint across the city would make this random visit any more legitimate. She seemed more than confused to find him there, and he could hardly blame her. It was the first time in a decade that he'd shown up unannounced on her doorstep. Jack couldn't help but remember all of those wasted months and years in which he hadn't bothered to even try, because he had things he felt were more important. He wouldn't have blamed her if she slammed the door in his face, but, instead Lissa invited him in for lunch. "Lunch, yeah... yeah okay.. sure," Jack murmured, managing to look both relieved and defeated at the same time as he shuffled into the apartment and followed her to the kitchen. He perked a little at hearing Lissa's woes with her new diet, knowing this was something that he could offer advice on. That change had been very difficult for him, and by difficult he meant countless nights of puking up his dinner until Hank convinced him to get tested. Jack fished for his medical tags and pulled the chain over his head. "Here," Jack said, dropping the id tags on the counter and nudging them towards her. He stuffed his hands down into his pockets and shifted from one foot to the other. "You should wear these, then you know... nobody can give you shit.. er... crap, if you send something back at a restaurant." |
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| Lissa Russell | Feb 14 2013, 10:54 PM Post #4 |
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“Jack I’m fine.” Lissa responded assuredly. Then she just realized what he was going on about, why he was so frantic and worried, more than usual at least. She never called him after what happened on New Years. Oh shit. Now she was the one who felt horrible by leaving him in the dark. “Oh man… Jack.” She responded softly realizing her error. “It just… completely slipped my mind with everything that had been happening. Today was the first real calm day that I’ve had since the attack.” Lissa admitted, feeling guilty. She really didn’t have that great of a clue where Crown Heights was, making her realize how much she needed to learn her way around the whole city and then some, and not just Mutant Town. Lissa had moved to the fridge and began pulling out a variety of bags of freshly cut deli meats from the local butcher and some plain white bread to make sandwiches as she allowed Jack time to settle down. All the while complaining about their allergies that they both shared. It was when she was partially through piling meat onto one slice of bread that he placed the ID tags on the counter and pushed them towards her. She stopped what she was doing and picked them up, looking at them. “I…uh.” She wasn’t certain what to say at the moment. “Thanks…it’ll just be temporary until I can get my own, I guess.” Lissa added. She looked at the ID closer, one food item that always popped into her mind. “Do you ever miss chocolate?” She asked softly. “That’s when I learned about it. Ate a bunch of chocolate one day, and well… I’m sure you know how that goes.” If he remembered much about her when she was little, he should know how much she loved the dark colored sweet, as it was always her treat of choice. |
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| Werewolf | Feb 24 2013, 04:39 AM Post #5 |
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Jack felt awkward, which wasn't saying much, because that appeared to be his perpetual state of being, and he knew he shouldn't feel that way; he had known Lissa her entire life--surely their blood counted for something. Blood. Like there wasn't enough already--Stoooooooop he mentally pleaded to his own mind, trying to put the brakes on whatever path his internal thought process was taking. Lissa's questions were enough to snap him back, and Jack blinked slowly as she spoke fondly about chocolate. "What? You.. ate a ton of it and you're.. okay?" his eyebrows quirked together and relaxed as he experienced rush of emotion from panic to calm. For a brief insane moment Jack almost felt betrayed; he had always been under the assumption that he would suffer a horrible, internally bleeding demise if he ate chocolate. Damn all those that didn't have to choose between a cupcake or death. "Uhm.. well obviously you are okay," Jack added quickly, trying to move on from his Mother Hen antics. He had found himself becoming increasingly fussy and protective ever since returning from the Savage Land, and the feral man hadn't exactly figured out if it was a change in himself that he liked or not. He idly picked at the lining of his jacket for a few moments to collect his thoughts. "I mean, I dunno. It's pretty hard at parties, when everybody is eating and... socializing and you have to dissect a quiche with your fork to make sure there's no onion in it." "It um.. it just always reminds me that I can't forget about what I am." Jack's face softened, looking almost sad. Even at this point in his life, there were things he would never forgive himself for--abandoning Lissa was one of them. Jack swallowed thickly before quickly scavenging for a change of topic. "Uh.. so.." He glanced down at the pile of deli meats. "That uhh.. that cut looks good," Jack noted, clearing his throat to dispel whatever emotion remained in his voice. "But you know meat is even better right from the wild, it's less unprocessed and... stuff," for a moment he floundered for a point to his ramble until a sudden realization made itself known to him. "Do you.. I mean.. did you ever even learn how to hunt?" |
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| Lissa Russell | Mar 11 2013, 06:36 PM Post #6 |
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"A figurative ton." Lissa explained, trying to remember the taste of chocolate and not what happened afterwards. "It was maybe a bar or two worth's of chocolate. Happened shortly after I moved in with Moira, late night snack when I couldn't sleep. Felt fine for maybe 30 minutes before I was ready to die. Moira had me throw up and switch into my wolf form to try and not die or need to get my stomach pumped." She didn't want to worry him, but honesty seemed to be a better case rather than him thinking he could try it. "I... uh... spent a few days in my wolf form to heal from it." She frowned slightly. "But yeah, I'm fine now. Not going to make that mistake again, just need to find some miracle food that tastes like chocolate but won't make me sick like chocolate... I imagine you want something like that too." Lissa muttered, figuring it could be something the two siblings could look for together, maybe find foods that the other hadn't tried that taste good. "Though Moira said maybe small amounts wouldn't cause a lot of problems, like one Hershey's kiss a week or something. But I haven't really risked it. That night and the days after were a bit of a nightmare..." Lissa muttered. "And please do not worry about that. It's in the past, nothing can change what happened only that I learn from it. Right?" She tried to assure her worrisome older brother. "Yeah I can imagine." Lissa muttered to Jack's comment about going through all the food just to make sure there wasn't something in it that could really mess with either of them. It more so reminded her that she hadn't been to a party (other than New Years and Jack's wedding) since she mutated. She missed them. She missed being with large groups of people and just being able to unwind and have fun. It made her think of something that Rahne had told her about their honeymoon. "Jack, for you, it's a part of you. You've somehow got to the point where there's no difference between you and what you are. Maybe being away from everything was good for you for that to happen." Lissa spoke up as she saw the hints of a frown coming to his lips. "Me on the other hand... I'm so ingrained to the city life, to how I was before. The moment I feel like I forget what I am, relax, let loose, I change and have an instant reminder. Was it like that for you?" She put together the lunches for the two of them before leaving the kitchen and handing him a plate before she plopped down on the couch, motioning him to join her. "Rahne's said that." Lissa responded, having an idea of where this was going to go. She looked at her sandwhich and shook her head at his question. "I'm not... sure I want to learn, Jack." She admitted. Rahne's brought it up, now Jack has too. She knew it was inevitable if she didn't want to hurt their feelings. "Though I have... killed live animals before, not really hunting." She then realized how bad that soudned. "When that guy with the giant fish and crab things attacked on New Years. I was out with a few friends I've met here. The countdown happened and then the attack. Somehow found ourselves under attack, next thing I know I'm my big black fluffy self ripping and tearing them to bits while my friends were able to get away, since they didn't really have good mutations for fighting. One's a low level telekinetic, but she can't lift anything heavier than like ten pounds so what good would that be." Lissa laughed softly. "I ended up waking up int he morning with my clothes nearly all torn up, sand and god knows what in my hair and stuff stuck in my nails and teeth." She stuck her tongue out and made a sound of disgust. "I don't really remember much of what happened, despite the fact I actually wanted to change for once. Just, blurs of various senses. The walk home was awkward though." She laughed at herself remembering that, even though it was a little embarrassing. "But my friends are safe, Mutant Town still stands, and I'm alright." She stated and looked up at him. "I'm guessing that's what you really wanted to hear and why you came here, right?" |
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| Werewolf | Mar 18 2013, 01:04 AM Post #7 |
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Jack nodded almost grimly as Lissa recounted her feelings when she changed into her wolf form. "It.. was like that for me too. I fought it for so long--years--and it was always like... a freight train hitting me. But..," he trailed, looking apprehensive about what he was going to say next. "..this is who you are now. There's nothing you can do to get rid of it, and nothing you can take to make it better. Believe me, I've tried everything. It will get better, but only because you stop fighting it.. and start living with it." He winced, feeling like he should have said something instead to make his sibling feel better, but it would do Lissa no good to lie to her. Jack wished more than ever that their father were still alive; none of this would have happened, their mother would still be with them, and maybe they could have all lived happily and in peace in Medias. But fate was cruel and strange, and it wouldn't grant wishes no matter how much Jack wanted it to. Jack followed Lissa into the living room and joined her on the couch as they ate cold cut sandwiches. Ravenous from his frantic run across the city, Jack started eating immediately, trying not to get any crumbs on Moira's nice furniture. His sister did most of the talking, and he accepted her unwillingness to learn to hunt without another word about it. When she put him on the spot Jack swallowed thickly, knowing that Lissa was just trying to ease his mind. "Yeah.. I mean no, but..," he shook his head and put his plate down on the coffee table, looking conflicted. "I do want you to be okay and everything to be fine, but I wouldn't want you to you know.. lie to me or anything. If it wasn't you could tell me." The feral man mustered up some courage and reached briefly to touch his sister's arm as he earnestly met her gaze. "Look I... I know I haven't been the best brother, okay? I don't know everything about this there is to know... but I have some experience. I don't want you to ever feel alone--because you're not." The talking had turned so serious so quickly, but they were words Jack had wanted to say for a long time. |
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