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x. reminiscence; #cannonball
Topic Started: Jul 10 2015, 12:43 AM (117 Views)
Paige Guthrie
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Date: July 6th
Time: Mid-Afternoon


The library.

Oftentimes, when Paige had a lot on her mind when she was a student at the Institute, Paige found herself making her way here. It wasn’t the same library that it had been in those days, but it would have been quite hard to actually be able to tell that: in nearly every way, it was identical to the one that she had come to know and love. It had become her home away from her home away from her home—the latter being her dorm room, to the homestead back in Kentucky. When she wanted to be left alone, she came here, thought after a while most people sussed out this was where she was.

Since then it had been destroyed, and rebuilt. Since then, Paige had been a member of a government organization, held prisoner on an alien planet, then came back and finished getting a degree. Though it was more metaphorical, it could have been argued that Paige had been through the same thing. It had just taken longer for her to get where she was now, compared to where she was back then. Where it took the school a little over a year, or perhaps a tiny bit more than that, it took Paige at least half of a decade. Was she comfortable here? She wasn’t sure yet. She had been here since early April.

She had wanted to be an X-Man since she was young, since Sam had first gotten that offer to come to Xavier’s, and now here she was. It had taken a long time to get here—and an imposter to get there for her first—but… Paige was settling in. She didn’t know if this was where she belonged, but she knew that she was better off here than she was back on the farm. She loved her mom, she loved her siblings, and she loved the farm. Of course she did; she grew up there! But she definitely couldn’t have seen herself staying there for the rest of her life.

Could she see herself at Xavier’s for the rest of her life? For the moment, she was thinking that the answer was yes. She had a degree in chemistry; she had graduated early, and now she was both in a place that she could call home, and one that she could practice her talent in. She could help people here. As she sat there among the books and the quiet students that had decided to wander in despite the fact that it was summer, Paige sat at one of the tables, staring idly down at the book beneath her.

Quentin waited while the others straggled out of the fountain one by one. They bunched up at the edge, treading water and hanging on to each other, then heaving their backpacks out and crawling up after them over the stone rim. Janet looked pale…

Just then, Paige looked up. She thought she heard a familiar gait—part of her hoped she was wrong.
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Cannonball
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Sam playfully tossed the apple he was eating up into the air and then upon catching it again raised it to his mouth and took another bite. It was testament to the love of his early life how even now, years later and miles removed, he could still taste the difference in this a store purchased apple and one like he would have gotten back home in Cumberland locally grown and fresh off the tree. If he were to list his complaints about 'city life' (and the list would be a long one) things such as this would be somewhere near the top. There was an artifice to this type of living, it came in the nature of how manufactured everything was (not to mention the price) that everything even down to fruit you could by was simply lacking in being genuine. It was all done to resemble something else, to being bit of what was natural there to here only the thing that made it natural was the fact that it was from there in trying to redistribute, rebrand, and thus reimagine a local culture to maximize it for a larger populous only served to rob it of the things that had made it endearing and charming.

Simply put a New York apple would never taste the same as a Cumberland apple and Sam would never be able to rectify that taste, that feeling of being home with being here or anywhere else. Not that he was against making due, you did what you had to with what was in front of you, but still. For all the wonders and advancements of a life in and close to the big city for Sam Guthrie it all paled to the simple life in his small coal mining town on his family ran and owned plot of land.

Yet there was a lot to be enjoyed about the life on being an X-man and an upper classmen as well. He walked the halls with a bit of attitude of such a thing, not totally his fault and not only due to arrogance or confidence rather it was a feeling that had been impressed on hi by the younger classmen. Tales of his missions with the New Mutanst and X-men had left him something of a legend and a reputation. Few were still around that could testify to those early days of mistakes and failures and those that were were some of the best and dearest friends he had and for every farcical tale they could speak on him he had just as many on them as well. That was the value of growing up alongside your friends, you were the record keeper of all triumphs and disgraces, the things to be looked back upon in old age with reverence and hopefully laughter.

But to this new kids he was Cannonball and he was something of a badass, and though his mother had always spoke of the dangers of the sin of pride and vanity Sam simply could not help having a little bit of an inflated ego. It was nice to have people look up to him, to be an example of what it was to be a good student and then a great X-man.

So he walked the halls with a bit of a strut to his step as he snacked on his breakfast and tried not to wallow in his boredom. This was the downside to being a man of action, standing still did not come easy. Yes peace was all he ever wanted and still all he hoped and strived for but once you became a fighter there was simply no switch inside that you could flick off to turn that par of yourself, that part that was for the light but made up of the dark stuff off. He imagined it was something similar to what soldiers felt like when they came home from a war zone, having seen so much, having partaken in it, and having all that on your hands and conscience How did you simply push it all way?

Sam had learned something though he had never said it out loud and it was that once you've fed the beast inside he always remains a bit hungry.

Munching on his apple that as equal arts breakfast and toy from the corner of his eye he spotted a familiar shape and smiling he turned and walked into the room. There, her face buried in a book, which had often been the way he had seen her was one of the few people who could give living testament to the Sam Guthrie identity behind all the Cannonball mystique. His younger sister and semi shepherd of his clan Paige.

"What you reading' there, sis?" he asked plopping down on the edge of the table she was sitting at and not waiting for her to respond snatching the book out of her hand.

"Don't tell me your into that fifty shades of freaky out there now are, ya?" he teased. Flipping the pages of the book previously held by here before gently tossing it back to skin shifting mutant kin.

"Eh, whats the fun if it aint got no drawings in it anyway. Way I figure it is if they want a trend to catch on least they can due is give folks instructions that way aint nobody gotta get hurt."

"No more than they want to I imagine"

He said as a punchline to his joke before taking another bite of his apple which resounded with a loud crunch and the mouthful of meal he asked.

"So you heard from Ma or the kids, lately?"
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Paige Guthrie
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And just like that, Paige froze. Her eyes were no longer downcast on the pages of The Magicians, they were pointed straight ahead. The voice of the man that towered behind her back trickled down her spine, causing her to shudder. Sam was the last person that she wanted to see, but strangely, he was also one of the first. She had her own anxieties when it came to her older brother, of course, they had always been there. But he was also a crucial part of her support network. He was potentially the literal reason that she was here, right now and in general.

“I don’t think you want me to answer that,” Paige glanced back at her brother. Of course, she didn’t enjoy Fifty Shades. She liked literature that actually had a message and was actually written well, but Sam was her older brother, after all. Though they lived close it felt like they actually hardly saw one another and when they did, it was probably something work related. “I feel like it would scar us both to death. Why do you even know what that is? You’re so wholesome all the time,” She was gently ribbing him, but there was a part of her that meant what she said seriously.

She caught the book as he tossed it back to her, then gently sat it back onto the table. She folded it shut and sighed. Why did he do these things? Was it just to irritate her? She might have bet that was the case. They were siblings; they existed to irritate one another, didn’t they? Sometimes it felt like that. But there were so many of them… why couldn’t it fall onto the shoulders of another Guthrie to torment the eldest two? Paige didn’t have a clue, but, alas. Here they were now and she was close to gritting her teeth.

“Maybe you just don’t have an imagination, you pirate.” She gently pushed back from her chair and she elbowed him—would he get the reference? Who knew. “As for that… stuff, I can’t imagine that anyone was all that happy when they went and hurt themselves after that movie came out back in February. People just aren’t smart sometimes.” What was all this about instruction manuals? None of the stuff in those books made sense, anyway. But she wasn’t going to get into that discussion with her older brother… that would have just been awkward. Too awkward.

Ma? The kids?

“Not lately,” she admitted. “They’ve just been so busy… growing up on one end and then Ma has the farm. Can you believe Lewis and Cissie are in high school now?” Time flew by too quickly. She sighed. “I remember when they were still crawling around on the floor back home in diapers or overalls. Without a care in the world.” She crossed her arms over her chest and shrugged her shoulders, “What about you? Have you heard from them? I’d assume not, since you asked, but you can never tell with you, Sammy-boy.”
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