As the name indicates...this RPG will revolve around Crossroads and New Beginnings.CrossroadsWe would like to see characters come to a 'crossroads' in their lives where important and life changing decisions have to be made. These events can be very personal...i.e. a relationship beginning, ending or changing, or they can be moral or spiritual. Whatever is decided, they should show 'growth' for your character.New BeginningsThis can be any number of items as well and most likely will relate back to the 'crossroads' in your character(s)' life or lives and/or career. They may be starting a new career as teacher or student at Xavier's School for the Gifted or may have been selected to train for the upcoming X-Men team(s). Their 'new beginning' once again may be as simple as establishing a new relationship or changes in an old one.
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Lonely. I'm so Lonely...{Open Tags}Who: Psyche With: No one Where: The Mansion When: Two weeks on from game play OOC: One lonely ex-assassin goes for an afternoon walk. Anyone care to join her?
Psyche woke up in the early afternoon, since her arrival at the Mansion she had been mainly training and sleeping in her room. In the evening she would slip out the front door and go for a long run around the ground and beyond. Apart from occasional talks with the Charles Xavier she mainly kept to herself, feeling somehow unworthy of the people in the Mansions company. This was her penance and there was way more where that came from. A self imposed exile.
In a way it was comforting to just have the one room to live in, and the evening excursions, in some odd way it reminded her of a simpler time when she was still under the governments lock and key. Though she deplored that time, a small part of her had been almost institutionalised by and it craved for the safety of four walls and a locked door.
But now she was feeling far more restless than she ever had before, her sleep had been broken by dreams and shards of memories that tormented her mind. Her hair was ruffled and her bed sheets tangled around her legs from hours of tossing and turning. Kicking her way out, she made her way to the bathroom, washing quickly before picking some clothes off her floor and dressing. Her long dark hair still a mess, she made her way cautiously down the hallway, and seeing no one around, ran quickly down the stairs and out the front door.
Fresh, clear air kissed her skin as she stepped into the bright light, a warm breeze lifted her tangled hair slightly off her shoulders and she began to run, revelling in the outdoors. Setting her pace at a gentle jog she covered the ground easily, heading towards the lake.
"I felt angelic and violently insane for five hours."Edited by: Fionnoula at: 5/22/06 11:02 am
Re: Lonely. I'm so Lonely, so Lonely and Sadly Alone {Open T
In the woods, Logan was taking his usual stroll. He liked being in the forest, even on the estate grounds it gave him a feeling of freedom in the wild. This is where he could be found whenever he couldn't be located inside the mansion and most of the former X-Men had known that. It would take time to learn about the new members and students and for they to learn about him.
As he contemplated that thought, making his way through the brush coming around toward the path his ears picked up the sound of movement... someone running along the path. It wasn't a survival type run, the pace was more relaxed. 'Someone out for an afternoon jog,' he decided and crouched down in the brush to watch for the runner. The wind was drifting the wrong way, which put him downwind from the unknown. Not his favorite position to be in but as far as he knew none of the new residents had his sense of smell, so being in the "wrong position" for covert observation wasn't that detrimental at this point.
As the runner approached, he recognized her; Psyche. He didn't know her beyond the fact that her name told him she must be some kind of "telepath" or mind manipulator, which always set his teeth on edge. She also liked to load herself down with weapons, which told him - right or wrong - that her mutant powers did little to protect her in survival situations and she needed the weaponry for defense.
Standing up casually he made his way out to the path to intercept her, giving her enough time to see his approach through the thicket. When he got to the edge of the path he didn't step out to hinder her progress, just stood there to let her see him and let her decide whether to stop or not, he did however make eye contact with her keeping his expression neutral and non-threatening.
Re: Lonely. I'm so Lonely, so Lonely and Sadly Alone {Open T
Psyche was lost in her own mind as she jogged along, her thoughts wrapped up in the eloborate plot of a book she had been reading recently. It was familiar territory, something to keep her mind on the here and now rather then drifing back into what had, and might have been. As she neared the woods she began to pick up the pace, feeling it was time to challenge herslef a little bit.
Lifting her eyes up to watch a bird breaking from the tree tops and winging back towards the Mansion, she caught sight of someone in the undergrowth ahead. Slowing, she tried to make out who it was, there was definitely something familiar about their way of moving. As the figure appeared at the side of the path she recognised the man who she had run up against on her first day at the Mansion. Logan, that's what she thought he was name was.
She slowed down more, until she was standing not far from him, the breeze blew strands of hair into her face and she brushed them away, never taking wary golden eyes of his face. For a moment she considered carrying on her jog, and just acknowledgin him as she passed, after all he didn't seem aggressive or as if he would acitvely try and stop her, but something halted her. Perhaps it was time to try and make friends at the Mansion. Taking a breath, she moved forwards a little and spoke "Hi" she said smiling a little "Nice day for some exercise, my room got a little cramped" her eyes remained on him, looking for some sort of reaction .
"I felt angelic and violently insane for five hours."Edited by: Fionnoula at: 5/22/06 10:34 am
Re: Lonely. I'm so Lonely, so Lonely and Sadly Alone {Open T Taking a breath, she moved forwards a little and spoke "Hi" she said smiling a little "Nice day for some exercise, my room got a little cramped" her eyes remained on him, looking for some sort of reaction .
He gave a slow nod to the greeting, then glanced in the direction of the mansion as she mentioned the cramped feeling of being inside. He offered a small, wry grin and replied, "I know whatcha mean. Sometimes it just... closes in on ya'."
He took a deep breath and slid his fingers into the front pockets of his jeans, then glanced around at the woods that surrounded them. "So... you headin' any place in particular or... just... out?"
Re: Lonely. I'm so Lonely, so Lonely and Sadly Alone {Open THe offered a small, wry grin and replied, "I know whatcha mean. Sometimes it just... closes in on ya'."
Psyche's smile widened and she nodded in agreement. "Yes, too many people as well, even if they aren't in the same room as you. Though sometimes I'd give anything for a door that locks properly" she added. She looked past him the ground beyond as she considered his next question
"So... you headin' any place in particular or... just... out?"
"Nowhere special, just trying to keep in shape, I used to be pretty intensive in my training but I've slacked off a bit lately" she explained as she ran a hand through her hair and turned her head to follow his eyes into the woods. "I've never been in a place like this, it's odd not to run on concrete" Realising she was probably talking too much for him, and about herself as well, she remembered how Doctor Chase had introduced himself to her and extended a hand.
"I'm Ps-" she paused for a moment, and collected herself, if she was going to be here for a while she had to start trusting. And this man seemed as good a place as any to start. "..my normal name is Juliana. Doesn't suit me really, but I'm told that's my name. How about you?" she asked, her voice shaking a little, the English accent coming through more strongly.
"I felt angelic and violently insane for five hours."
Re: Lonely. I'm so Lonely, so Lonely and Sadly Alone {Open T
Understanding the need for privacy, Logan offered immediately, "I'll take a look at the door lock an' get it fixed up proper for ya'."
"I've never been in a place like this, it's odd not to run on concrete" she mentioned and Logan frowned a bit.
"Concrete? That ain't no way to run." He offered his opinion nonchalantly as support for her decision to run in the woods, not as argumentative.
"I'm Ps-" she paused for a moment, and collected herself, if she was going to be here for a while she had to start trusting. And this man seemed as good a place as any to start. "..my normal name is Juliana. Doesn't suit me really, but I'm told that's my name. How about you?" she asked, her voice shaking a little, the English accent coming through more strongly.
"Logan," he offered in return. He considered her quietly for a moment then said, "Juliana....... it suits ya'." Then he rubbed at his whiskers feeling about as awkward in the personal moment as she did. Breaking out of the awkward silence he turned to point down the path in the direction she was heading. "Ya' keep goin' that way an' you'll come out at the lake. It's nice down there, real open. You'll like it."
He wasn't sure if it'd be more polite to offer to go with her an' keep her company, or if that would seem intrusive, so he just let the information hang out there on the mild breeze.
Re: Lonely. I'm so Lonely, so Lonely and Sadly Alone {Open TLogan offered immediately, "I'll take a look at the door lock an' get it fixed up proper for ya'."
Psyche gave him a slightly surprised look, taken off guard by his offer. "That would be great, thanks" she said, before clearning her throat a little akwardly, watching him frown over her mention of running on concrete.
"I'm beginning to realise that now, it served a purpose when I didn't know anything better" she said lightly "Plus my legs kind of got used to the feel, messed up my knees a bit though" she commented absently as though making a general observation.
"Logan," he offered in return.
"Logan. Nice." she said simply, not feeling the need to add anymore, as her eyes followed the line of his arm down the track she had been headed along and beyond. "Sounds good to me, I had to hide in a lake once. Funny story" she mentioned as she began to jog off again. "Thanks" she called out over her shoulder as she started down the path. As she moved she contemplated whether she should ask Logan to join her, Psyche found that she quite liked the short time she had spent talking to him.
She turned around, still moving, and began to jog backwards as she called out to him. "Do you want to join me?" she asked and then grinned "I'll even let you set the pace"
"I felt angelic and violently insane for five hours."Edited by: Fionnoula at: 5/22/06 12:52 pm
Re: Lonely. I'm so Lonely, so Lonely and Sadly Alone {Open T "Do you want to join me?" she asked and then grinned "I'll even let you set the pace"
He turned to look at the girl, now jogging in place looking back at him. Logan grinned at her offer, "I'll let you set the pace. It's yer run after all."
Then he turned on the balls of his feet and jogged to where she waited. Stopping and jogging in place as if mirroring her he looked up at the tall brunette and mentioned, "I'll show ya' around when we get there," then stepped around her, glancing over his shoulder as he led the way for now.
Re: Lonely. I'm so Lonely, so Lonely and Sadly Alone {Open T"I'll show ya' around when we get there," then stepped around her
"That would be great. Time I got to know this place" Psyche said as he ran ahead of her. She ducked her head slightly before turning and putting on an extra burst of speed to catch Logan up and settled into a steady rhythmn. She would wait until she has gauged his capablities and he had time to warm up before pushing for a faster, more demanding run.
Staying slightly behind him and to the right she let her body do the work while her mind took in the beautiful surrondings, the warm sun on her skin and clear blue sky that stretched seamlessly into the tree line.
Without thinking about it she began to lengthen her stride, pushing more firmly off the balls of her feet as her eagerness grew to see more of the land around the Mansion, and the lake especialy.
"So what's the story of this place?" she asked as they kept moving, she had been here a few weeks and still didn't really understand that much about the school or the people that inhabited it. "I'd heard a little bit about it before, but not much. I was on an assingment when your Professor contacted me. Thought I was going mad at first, blood loss can do strange things to your mind, even when you know you'll heal" she commented "I don't know much about other mutants. I only have my powers and the ones I was given to go by really" her voice came out a little less smoothly, jolted out by the slightly jarring motion of her steps.
"I felt angelic and violently insane for five hours."Edited by: Fionnoula at: 5/23/06 4:24 pm
Re: Lonely. I'm so Lonely, so Lonely and Sadly Alone {Open T "So what's the story of this place?" she asked as they kept moving, she had been here a few weeks and still didn't really understand that much about the school or the people that inhabited it. "I'd heard a little bit about it before, but not much. I was on an assingment when your Professor contacted me. Thought I was going mad at first, blood loss can do strange things to your mind, even when you know you'll heal" she commented "I don't know much about other mutants. I only have my powers and the ones I was given to go by really" her voice came out a little less smoothly, jolted out by the slightly jarring motion of her steps.
Logan listened as Psyche talked running beside him. As she finished her last statements he slowed to a stop and watched her until she realized he had stopped moving and turned toward him.
"What does that mean?" he asked, then echoed her words back to her. "Even when you know you'll heal... my powers and the ones I was given...?" He stood on the path, scowling at her, completely confused....... but not really confused. He was pretty sure he knew exactly what she was saying.
Fionnoula White Queen/Psyche
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(5/27/06 5:57 am) Reply
Re: Lonely. I'm so Lonely.
Psyche stopped running as she noticed him fall back and halt, she turned towards Logan as he spoke.
"What does that mean?" he asked, then echoed her words back to her. "Even when you know you'll heal... my powers and the ones I was given...?"
She walked a few steps towards him and then stood still, keeping near enough so she wouldn't have to raise her voice. "You know, when I first met you, I thought you might understand. And for some ridiculous reason that made me want to earn your respect, which never happens.." she considered for a moment "..well hardly ever." Knowing that he would tolerate her dodging the question, she tried to get to the point.
Focusing on the tree line on the other side of Logan and pulling a hand through her hair, she prepared herself before beginning "When I first got out, it didn't seem that big a deal, but when I told someone they were so shocked. Then I realised that what had happened wasn't how it was for most mutants" she took a breath and carried on "I'm not proud of what I did, or what I've done since I escaped, or during my escape for that matter" she added "I was, basically, a government experiment, and they used my natural mutation to give me other powers; a healing factor, armoured skin and telekinesis. Those were the ones that worked anyway. They trained me up 24/7 as an assassin and a spy, used power dampeners, mind control and the like to keep me in line. But I escaped in the end, took on some other jobs, and here I am. But I doubt I'm the only one who they messed with" she said with a shrug, and smiled at him "So there you have it, my 'sordid' history." she said, attempting to return to the lightness of feeling that had filled her just a few minutes ago. "I felt angelic and violently insane for five hours."Edited by: Fionnoula at: 5/27/06 5:58 am
Logan listened closely as Psyche told him her sordid past. He didn't know what to tell her afterward... what he should tell her. Then he sighed, feeling awful because he knew exactly how she felt.
Walking up to her, he put a hand up on her shoulder and said "Welcome to the club... of governmental experiment escapees."
Then he slipped passed her and started running down the path again, calling over his shoulder, "You gonna stand there all day?"
As she caught up to him he offered to her in a conversational tone, "That isn't how we ALL get our powers, but like you said, some of get enhanced against our wills. It does happen. Exploitation of mutants isn't a new threat..... an' yer not alone." He offered the girl his support to let her know that she really wasn't alone in that category, but giving her the option of dropping the subject on an even keel or she could take it as an offering to listen if she wanted to keep talking about it.
"It's just over the next ridge, then it's pretty level all the way to the lake through the meadow," he mentioned.
Logan
Fionnoula White Queen/Psyche
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(5/27/06 4:36 pm) Reply
Re: Lonely. I'm so Lonely."Welcome to the club... of governmental experiment escapees."
Psyche's eyes widened, a small gasp escaping from her parted lips as he spoke. He was the same as here, she watched him with wondering eyes, ...well maybe not the same, but close. That was how he knew, that was the connection, they both knew what it was like to be locked up and experimented on. Excitment bubbled in her, and for the first time, Psyche found herself wanting to confide in someone.
Then he slipped passed her and started running down the path again, calling over his shoulder, "You gonna stand there all day?"
She stood for a long moment in the same pose, staring at the spot where he had been. She quickly came back to herself and caught up easily.
"That isn't how we ALL get our powers, but like you said, some of get enhanced against our wills. It does happen. Exploitation of mutants isn't a new threat..... an' yer not alone."
"Wait, so you're the same. The same as me. It happened to you as well. What did they do to you?" she asked her words coming out in a rush, losing any compusre they she normaly had. An' yer not alone., that was what struck her. Not alone, not alone. If she was capable of crying she would have, as it was a lump formed in her throat that she struggled to swallow, running next to him she was hideously aware of how naiive and odd she must sound. Somehow he had pulled it together and ended up as teacher here, while she reamined stumbling around in the dark.
"It's just over the next ridge, then it's pretty level all the way to the lake through the meadow," he mentioned.
Psyche nodded "Sure. You said club, there are more of us? More mutants who got experimented on?" she said as a sudden thought entered her mind "Maybe they were there, they might remember how it was before" she said, finally remembering to hal her barrage of questions.
She jogged along in silence waiting for his answers and she had time to consider things more, after her sudden rush of questions she felt more subdued, she shouldn't have asked him all those questions, even though she wasn't accustomed to taking in the feelings of others, she knew that recounting something as painful as that
"I felt angelic and violently insane for five hours."Edited by: Fionnoula at: 5/27/06 4:37 pm
Re: Lonely. I'm so Lonely.
Warning! Some language... it is Logan after all...
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"Wait, so you're the same. The same as me. It happened to you as well. What did they do to you?" she asked her words coming out in a rush, losing any composure that she normally had.
"You said club, there are more of us? More mutants who got experimented on?" she said as a sudden thought entered her mind. "Maybe they were there, they might remember how it was before," she said, finally remembering to halt her barrage of questions.
She jogged along in silence waiting for his answers and she had time to consider things more, after her sudden rush of questions she felt more subdued, she shouldn't have asked him all those questions, even though she wasn't accustomed to taking in the feelings of others, she knew that recounting something as painful as that
Again, Logan lost his momentum as the girl began to rattle off questions. He stopped running again and watched her back, his brow furrowed deeply as her questions brought back images of nightmares revisited many times.
"I didn't say I was the same as you... or that yer the same as me. Frankly, I doubt we're the same at all," he told her. His expression looked angry and he never knew why he always felt so angry, all the time. It was a defensive anger, an anger that welled up inside him anytime he was reminded of "that place" and "those people without faces" and the pain they'd inflicted on him... and the sound of his own screams deafening in his ears.
"I'm sure there are more... who were taken... an' used. Tortured an' altered... who had their whole lives taken away from them... their memories... themselves..... I don't think I'd be as happy about it as you seem to be." He waited for her to turn around again, he was trying so hard not to lose his cool with her, but the entire subject always put him on edge, brought back all those feelings that he's sure he remembers through his nightmares. He knows, deep down, that what he sees is what really happened, he just knows it...
"You think the others.... would wanna sit down an' spill everythin' they know about what happened to them? You think it's a subject we wanna talk about? You might... but I've spent the past 20 years tryin' to forget it, to move on, to get passed it..... it ain't easy, not even after 20 years. Not at all.. an' anyone who tells you that you can don't know shit about it."
Taking a breath, he paused, realizing he was angry at the wrong person... he was angry with "them"... again. Not her. His expression softened, looking more pained than angry now, he said, "Look. We may've experienced some o' the same things... you just shocked me, caught me off guard... okay? I apologize. I didn't mean to snap on you..... it's just that there's alot goin' on around here right now. I'm tryin' to get acclimated to bein' here again, alot o' new unfamiliar faces around... I just need... some time, okay?" he told her. He stood with his hands on his hips, looking toward the ground at her feet. He didn't know how to look her in the eye as he admitted to her that he felt out of sorts here. "Just.... (sighs)... now that I know... just gimme a li'l time to... to think, okay? Maybe we can talk about it more later..." As he left the offer on the table for her, Logan raised his eyes to hers. His head was still angled down and his blue eyes, sort of pleading, looked up at the tall brunette from under a furrowed brow.
"kay?" he asked, hoping she'd understand. As he waited for her answer he actually was ready for her to throw nasty words at him, like most everybody else did. Then her first words repeated in his head and he wondered what it meant, and why she'd stated it in the pasttense simply cuz he asked her to clarify what she'd meant... "You know, when I first met you, I thought you might understand. And for some ridiculous reason that made me want to earn your respect, which never happens.." Edited by: Wolvie6 at: 5/28/06 2:52 am
Fionnoula White Queen/Psyche
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(5/28/06 4:11 am) Reply
Re: Lonely. I'm so Lonely."I'm sure there are more... who were taken... an' used. Tortured an' altered... who had their whole lives taken away from them... their memories... themselves..... I don't think I'd be as happy about it as you seem to be." He waited for her to turn around again, he was trying so hard not to lose his cool with her, but the entire subject always put him on edge, brought back all those feelings that he's sure he remembers through his nightmares.
Psyche slowed again, coming to a standstill turning around to listen to him talk to her. She felt deeply ashamed by how much she was obviously hurting Logan and that she'd already managed to destroy the small amount of companionship she'd developed but she had to know, she needed to know. "I'm not ...happy, I wouldn't wish that on anyone. I just...I've never met anyone that knew anything about what happened or if I did, I killed them before they could tell me what they'd done. " she explained, not trying to justify her outburst, just to explain. She ran a hand through her hair and sighed as she attempted to carry on
"You think the others.... would wanna sit down an' spill everythin' they know about what happened to them? You think it's a subject we wanna talk about? You might... but I've spent the past 20 years tryin' to forget it, to move on, to get passed it..... it ain't easy, not even after 20 years. Not at all.. an' anyone who tells you that you can don't know shit about it." "Look. We may've experienced some o' the same things... you just shocked me, caught me off guard... okay? I apologize. I didn't mean to snap on you..... it's just that there's alot goin' on around here right now. I'm tryin' to get acclimated to bein' here again, alot o' new unfamiliar faces around... I just need... some time, okay?"
She looked away from him then, her eyes lowering to the ground, she was taken off guard by the almost vulnerability that seemed to be in his eyes "Don't apologise" she said softly "It should really be me who does, I'm getting used to the whole 'taking people's feelings into account'. I s-s-should have realised that you wouldn't want to talk about it." Did I just stammer? The thought flashed across her mind, but she pushed it away, she had a feeling that was filled with too many memories she would never be able to recall.
Focusing back on the moment, her eyes fixed on a point to the side of him, brow furrowed, unable to met his eyes for a moment, knowing the look she would see there, terrified that she had been able to bring such a thing about. Her heart ached for him but she didn't know how to comfort him, she doubted there was a way, or how to deal with this.
"Just.... (sighs)... now that I know... just gimme a li'l time to... to think, okay? Maybe we can talk about it more later..." As he left the offer on the table for her, Logan raised his eyes to hers. His head was still angled down and his blue eyes, sort of pleading, looked up at the tall brunette from under a furrowed brow.
Finally she raised her eyes so that they met his, confused golden eyes meeting his pleading blue ones. She nodded, and broke the eye contact, she saw something familiar there and right now she didn’t want to have to deal with this. “Look, I’m sorry...again. I didn’t mean to hurt you. How do you deal with something like this anyway...” she said sadly, now completely subdued, she knew that soon the few memories she had would come crashing down on her, but for now she was holding them back by a thread, she needed to be somewhere alone before she let them in. "I felt angelic and violently insane for five hours."
Re: Lonely. I'm so Lonely. “Look, I’m sorry...again. I didn’t mean to hurt you. How do you deal with something like this anyway...” she said sadly,
"You didn't hurt me... " he told her, then added casually, "ya' just reminded me of those who did. That's all." He thought about her question for a moment and wondered what the answer to that was exactly. Then he shook his head and replied, "I don't know how I deal with it, there ain't no set treatment, there ain't no cure... it's just somethin' that we gotta come to terms with. It happened, there ain't no goin' back, can't change it... sometimes I wish I didn't know... didn't remember the things I do remember... but there's so much I don't remember, that I don't know... it seems... I dunno, like sometimes I just wanna say "I want this memory but not that one", makes me feel small an' weak to even want to say that. Many others havent had it so good either, maybe not as bad as the things I can remember... an' who knows, maybe others have had it worse... how can I be pissed about them havin' wiped my memories clean an' then in the next breath wish for the ones I have to be taken away? Kinda hypocritical dontcha think?" he asked her, already knowing the truth for himself. "They may not be good memories... but they're mine... I think. When I figure out how to deal with it, I'll let ya' know," he told her, then gave her a crooked grin with a spark flickerin' in his eyes, "but you gotta do the same if you figure it out first."
He felt a little better, not so heavy now emotionally. Strangely enough, having said his piece seemed to make him feel better... he hoped that maybe she felt a little better too. He felt there was a certain understanding layed down here. They did appear to share some experiences, but how do you share those with someone else when you're not even sure if what you think you remember even happened the way you think you remember them?
"So....? You still wanna make the lake before supper?" he offered, once again letting her make the choice for herself.
Fionnoula White Queen/Psyche
Posts: 99
(6/3/06 11:33 am) Reply
Re: Lonely. I'm so Lonely."They may not be good memories... but they're mine... I think. When I figure out how to deal with it, I'll let ya' know," he told her, then gave her a crooked grin with a spark flickerin' in his eyes, "but you gotta do the same if you figure it out first."
"I'll tell you if I found it. So far ignoring it works for me" Psyche said with a nod, smiling back at him. For a moment she wondered what would happen if either of them found out about their lives before and during the experiments.
Would it be any better? She wondered, lost in thought for a moment, running over what she knew about her life. Realising he was talking to her; she looked up at him and allowed a mischievous smile to cross her face.
"So....? You still wanna make the lake before supper?" he offered, once again letting her make the choice for herself.
"Well, I don't know about you, but I intend to." she said, as she began to run again. "Depends if you can stand the pace" she called over her shoulder again and winking. She waited for him to catch up, considering whether she should talk again. The last topic of conversation didn't exactly encourage her to talk again. Not used to making or feeling the need to make conversation, she allowed the silence to stretch as she focused on the path a head.
OOC: Probably quite hard to respond to. *grins*
"I felt angelic and violently insane for five hours."
Re: Lonely. I'm so Lonely.
Running up alongside her as they continued their pace toward the lake, Logan kept silent, contemplating his own thoughts about their brief conversation. He had no trouble keeping pace with the long-legged brunette; he was shorter but he had speed and stamina from many years of keeping fighting fit.
They fell into an almost companionable silence, as if knowing that the other didn't search for conversation and when one wasn't forthcoming neither groped for uncomfortable attempts.
The rhythmic sounds of their feet pounding the dirt path was the only evidence of their presence in the wood as they continued on their way. He wondered, though, what would come about once they made the lake. Would she want to talk again or simply turn around and head back the way they'd come?
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Fionnoula White Queen/Psyche
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(6/10/06 6:41 am) Reply
Re: Lonely. I'm so Lonely...{Open Tags}
Psyche began to relax more as they carried on, feeling the exercise and fresh air work out all the kinks in her muscles, helping her mind relax at the same time. She glanced over at the man running next to her, how strange it was that they had met like this. Something about him made her wary but at the same time she was more comfortable in his presence than that of anyone she'd met for a long time.
But she had to be careful, she knew that, he seemed...defensive and had every right to be. Perhaps she would wait to breach the subject again, but her curiosity was getting the better of her.
As they came over the crest of a small hill, the lake was revealed through a line of trees, as they skirted this Psyche slowed her pace and took a few moments to take in the glory of the expanse of water in front of them and the surrounding land.
"Wow" she whispered softly, nature always inspired more awe in her than anything man made ever could, she felt almost child like in her happiness when she came on a scene such as this. She looked over at Logan and laughed with delight "This is beautiful" she exclaimed as she made her way through the grass and down near to the waters edge.
She stood with hands on her hips, looking out over the water in front of her, gentle ripples distorting their reflections. The gentle breeze brought the smells of fresh vegetation, open water and the oddly sweet scent of decaying plants. She smiled back at Logan and moved a little way back from the waters edge to sit down on the grass, crossing her legs and absently pulling at blades of grass as she took in the scenery.
Fearful to break the serenity of the moment, she took a few deep breaths before talking in a quiet, calm voice "Do....do you ever wonder what you'd do if you found out that you had a...a family? Before I mean" she glanced up at him for a moment and then lowered her eyes to the grass again.
"I know...I mean, I think I have parents out their somewhere, in England possibly, maybe a brother or sister, I have this dream...with them. But who knows whether it’s true. I was too young to have a husband...at least I know there wasn't...I didn't have...there wasn't children." she finished and pulled a few daisy's from the grass, a finger nail piercing the steam of one and slipping the stem of another through the hole as she tried to work out how to go on.
"I know that you don't really want to talk about it, but maybe.." she sighed and looked around her "..maybe it might help, to talk about before.." her voice remained tentative as she slid another daisy on to the chain, feeling the need to keep busy as she waited for his response. Maybe he would get angry again, perhaps he would leave...she hoped he didn't, what they had each been through was too big to handle alone.
Tags: Logan "I felt angelic and violently insane for five hours."
Re: Lonely. I'm so Lonely."Wow" she whispered softly. She looked over at Logan and laughed with delight. "This is beautiful," she exclaimed as she made her way through the grass and down near to the waters edge.
"Yeh, it is," his baritone voice rumbled then he stepped forward too, to enjoy the sight again, but kept a few steps behind her so as not to disrupt her view.
[Psyche] stood with hands on her hips, looking out over the water in front of her, gentle ripples distorting their reflections. - She smiled back at Logan and moved a little way back from the water's edge to sit down on the grass, crossing her legs and absently pulling at blades of grass as she took in the scenery.
Logan looked up at her when she turned to look at him, quirking a crooked grin in reply, then turned on his spot as she moved back to sit on the plush grass. Taking a breath, he casually moved to where she sat and lowered himself to the grass a few feet away. Drawing his knees up in front of him to rest his arms there, he just sat quietly looking out over the sparkling water.
Fearful to break the serenity of the moment, [Psyche] took a few deep breaths before talking in a quiet, calm voice. "Do... do you ever wonder what you'd do if you found out that you had a... a family?"
His head turned to look at her, surprised by the question. He didn't say anything, he just listened to her, knowing she wasn't done yet. But she made him think about that one. It was a subject that had popped into his head many times, but he always chose to put it away and not think too closely on its implications.
"Before I mean," she glanced up at him for a moment and then lowered her eyes to the grass again.
Logan reached down and pulled a long blade of grass nearby and put it in his mouth, letting the long tendril hang loosely from his teeth as he crushed the end; tasting the sweet flavor of timothy.
"I know... I mean, I think.. I have parents out there somewhere, in England possibly, maybe a brother or sister. I have this dream... with them. But who knows whether it’s true. I was too young to have a husband... at least I know there wasn't... I didn't have... there wasn't children," she finished and pulled a few daisies from the grass; a finger nail piercing the stem of one and slipping the stem of another through the hole as she tried to work out how to go on.
"I know that you don't really want to talk about it, but maybe..." she sighed and looked around her, "..maybe it might help, to talk about before..." Her voice remained tentative as she slid another daisy onto the chain, feeling the need to keep busy as she waited for his response. Maybe he would get angry again, perhaps he would leave... she hoped he didn't, what they'd each been through was too big to handle alone.
Logan sat quietly; a scowl of concentrated thought on his face, as he slowly chewed on the blade of grass. Then he dug at a stone nearby, almost hidden by the thick green carpet, loosening it from it's berth in the sod. Holding the stone, he looked at it closely and yet not at all. "Well," he said, then took a deep breath and let it out as he wound up with his left hand and casually tossed the stone into the clear surface of the lake. He watched it make its splash in the world, until it settled into rings that stretched continually farther out than the mark it'd left in the soil. He wondered briefly, bemused, as to what kind of metaphor he should be able to come up with from that.
"Yeh, I've wondered. From time to time," he told her. "I dont think too closely on it. Did once. One time," he admitted, then just shook his head. He fell silent for a few minutes then started again, his tone soft as if telling a secret.
"I don't even know how old I am," he confided in her. "The professor says with my regenerative capabilities I could be a hundred years old........ maybe even older." He sighed heavily then added, "If I am... who knows how long ago I mighta had a family. And if I did, what happened to them? Did they live out their lives with me before...... before..." he couldn't finish the sentence as he tried to think of a way to say 'before I was taken and turned into a monster against my will'?
"If that is the case, that'd be great... sort of. But if it isn't. If they did exist..... did they get in the way? Were they taken out of the way?" Logan shook his head again and picked at the grass around his feet. "That... I don't wanna think about."
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Re: Lonely. I'm so Lonely.
Psyche watched the ripples spreading outwards as he spoke, her eyes fixed on the changing light patterns but her attention on Logan.
"Yeh, I've wondered. From time to time," he told her. "I dont think too closely on it. Did once. One time,"
She nodded, it was a hard thing to deal with, perhaps the hardest part of this whole thing in a way. The possibilities of a life once lived, of people who had loved them and they had loved in return.
"I don't even know how old I am," he confided in her. "The professor says with my regenerative capabilities I could be a hundred years old........ maybe even older." He sighed heavily then added, "If I am... who knows how long ago I mighta had a family. And if I did, what happened to them? Did they live out their lives with me before...... before..." he couldn't finish the sentence as he tried to think of a way to say 'before I was taken and turned into a monster against my will'?
Again she silently assented, knowing partly what he meant, and some of what he was going through. She wished she didn’t. But the extremes that he was talking about…it put what had happened to her into perspective.
A hundred years… what had he seen and known in that time. “It’s odd to think that somewhere out there, people know what I, and you were like before. I sometimes wonder if my parents still remember me, I must have been eight or nine when I was taken. What if they just forgot and moved on after a while? Like I never even existed.” she mused “Had some more children maybe. I kind of hope they did.” There was no particular emotion in her voice as she spoke; it was almost as if she was talking about someone else.
"If that is the case, that'd be great... sort of. But if it isn't. If they did exist..... did they get in the way? Were they taken out of the way?" Logan shook his head again and picked at the grass around his feet. "That... I don't wanna think about."
“No” she shook her head, in agreement with what he had said “That kind of thinking, could drive you mad. This whole thing could. You…seem to have got past that. Moved on in a sense.” She pointed out softly, feeling awkward trying to comfort him, doubting that it helped.
She leant back on her hands and tilted her head back to watch the sky, just to have something to do as she considered what they had just spoken about. “Still” she said with a shrug “I guess I won’t have to worry about spending money on anti-ageing cream.” she said, turning her head to flash a smile at him.
Tags: Logan.
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn, is just to love and be loved in return"
Background: Many, many years ago, Charles Francis Xavier established Xavier's School for the Gifted. Also, seeing other Mutants misusing and abusing their powers, he created the first generation of the X-Men.This original team was trained and lead by an old friend of his...Logan, aka Wolverine. Logan's co-leader was a young woman and student named Ororo Munroe, aka Storm. Once the team was trained and fielded on active missions, they took on the additional responsibility of teaching and helping new Mutants deal with their powers.On one horrible night, the X-Men were fielded to stop a particularly powerful Mutant and his 'gang'. The 'intelligence' received on this Mutant and his cohorts was sketchy and actually turned out to be a set-up to entrap the X-Men and take them captive. In the ensuing melee', 'things' happened and a number of the team were killed outright or severely injured.After making sure his remaining team-mates were going to be okay, Logan left. Xavier has not, to current time, explained his absence or even whether or not he survived.Current Time/Game Time: Almost seven years later, as Human/Mutant incidents are on the rise, Xavier once again sees a need for a Mutant 'police force'. He sees this new X-Men team as a force for good and a way to help peacefully integrate the rapidly emerging Mutant society with the established Human society. To this end, he has contacted Logan and asked him to 'come home' and train his 'new' team.
Logan has reluctantly agreed.Can shadows from their past be put aside for the good of the new X-Men? How will the surviving members of the original team react and what will they do as 'truths' are learned about that disastrous night?Note: We want the new X-Men to include younger versions of the old familiar characters such as Scott, Jean, Beast etc...as well as many of the OCC’s and other Canon characters that are available.Please ask the Staff BEFORE stating or establishing that your character was one of the old, now disbanded, original X-Men.
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