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Post by ayden on Oct 20, 2009 0:59:36 GMT
She was sweating beneath the two layers of white sheets that tightened the warmth along the queen-size bed. She could lay still, the dream she was having was like a furnace that was placed directly below her bed, heating the entire surface. She squirmed from side to side, her dream ripping into her conscious like a knife through butter. The dream was blurry, and it had a number of people in it, but the one thing that made it a nightmare was that she could not stop dreaming about what she had been doing with Chance. There was so much regret and remorse for her actions.
"I'm sorry!!"
She yelled as she woke in a sudden burst of adrenaline. She sat up, panting and covered in sticky sweat as she looked around, no one around. She ran her hand through her hair as she sighed. She pushed the damp sheets off her legs, before she leant herself against the rear of the bed, turning the bedside light on. She rested her head on her knees as she began to think about how she had been changing over the past few weeks...
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Post by jean on Oct 22, 2009 0:26:53 GMT
With her own reoccurring nightmares lately, Jean found it hard to actually get a good night's rest and so while everyone else was asleep, Jean found herself at the kitchen table sipping on a cup of coffee. Her room was still under repairs and she had been staying in Scott's room since. Exactly another reason why she didn't want to sleep and risk having another nightmare and worrying him. Then again, her powers relied on her mind and there would be no way for her to function right without rest. It was decided she should try and get some sleep.
On her way to Scott's room, Jean heard a shout coming from where the instructors' rooms. The voice registered in her mind as Carol. Jean rushed to her room and knocked on the door lightly. "Carol...are you alright?"
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Post by ayden on Oct 22, 2009 0:34:38 GMT
She heard a knock at the door, and it scared the living hell out of her. She was not expecting anyone to be up at this time, or even anywhere near her room. It was strange, a part of her wanted to go and open the door, the other part of her wanted to be alone and drown in her fear and sorrow. But she knew she couldn't be a melodramatic princess, she had to be strong for herself and for those around her.
"It's unlocked...you can come in." She knew the voice outside, it sounded specifically like Jean Grey; one of the more mature students of the Academy and one of the most powerful. Carol had actually inquired to Xavier about her, and Xavier had explained the issue of a power deep within Marvel Girl that was far beyond anything he had ever experienced. She waited for the door to open. She felt as though she should go open it herself, but she felt warm and secure where she was sitting; her knees against her body, her head resting atop them.
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Post by jean on Oct 22, 2009 2:41:32 GMT
With the ok, Jean slowly opened the door to Carol's room and saw the blond sitting up in her bed. She didn't need to be a telepath to tell that something was bothering her and whenever a teammate was in trouble, Jean would do her best to help them. "I heard you yell. Is everything alright?" she asked walking closer towards her bed.
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Post by ayden on Oct 22, 2009 11:38:51 GMT
Carol's eyes only scanned the door once as Jean entered the room, before her head turned to the side and she eyed the window of her bedroom. Conflicting feelings reigned through her mind as she battled with the notions of if she wanted to be alone or not; but deep down, she knew that having someone to talk to would be the most important thing. "I've got a problem...Heck, I don't even know if you call it a problem." At first, she was going to just sugarcoat the story and leave out the shameful parts, but the girl sitting in front of her could read minds and would surely know the fibs being told. "If I tell you, promise me you won't tell anyone."
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Post by jean on Oct 22, 2009 14:19:02 GMT
"No need to worry about that. I'm not one to run around blabbing people's business." Jean smiled back. "If there's something bothering you, its alright to tell me. I want to help anyway I can..." she said, followed by a small yawn. "Oh, sorry about that. Any who, what is this problem..or the situation if it's not exactly a problem?
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Post by ayden on Oct 22, 2009 23:03:53 GMT
She sighed and prepared herself for her story. She did feel a bit weird opening up to one of the students of the School; but Jean had a maturity far beyond her years and Carol knew she was probably the best person to talk to. "When I discovered my powers, I...well, my brother died. It wasn't my fault, and I know that. But, there was still a hole in me and I needed to fill it." Letting loose another sigh, she realised she was sounding like a pretentious 15 year old girl who just wanted attention or simply wanted to have fun. "Most people resort to drinking or drugs, but I needed something else; I needed affection. That was when I met Chance McAllister, a seventeen year old regular James Bond.
With a joking smile, she looked up, obviously trying to lighten the scene. "You know when you meet a guy and everything about them just pisses you off, yet you still find them so damn attractive? That's what he was like. He was arrogant, over-confident and downright charming. Well, one thing led to another..." She trailed off at this point, not really wanting to audibly admit that she simply allowed herself to sleep with a seventeen year old. "In typical James Bond fashion, he wasn't there when I woke up. Don't get me wrong, the guy was amazing and everything he did he seemed to only have my happiness in his intentions; or maybe that was just me and my wishful thinking." Another pause, allowing Jean to take everything in. Again, Danvers felt like she was wallowing in her sorrows, but she was so grateful Jean was listening.
"We bumped into each other again...and I acted like a broken hearted 14 year old girl. I couldn't believe that I was trying to pluck the affection out of him. Well, I knew I had to make up for it, so I managed to track him down and find out he was staying at a hotel before he was going to see the musical, Wicked." It sounded so stalkerish, and maybe it was, but Carol was desperate to find him again; and it wasn't like he left her his number or anything. "I...I literally just gave myself to him. No dignity or anything; like some desperate girl who wanted a good time." She held back the tears, knowing she could not have a emotional break-down in front of one of the students. "Now...I feel even worse. The hole is bigger and I feel just terrible about everything. I can't sleep properly, it is affecting me that badly..."
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Post by jean on Oct 25, 2009 7:16:58 GMT
"lightgreen]Oh..." Jean said sitting down on Carol's bed. The woman had boy troubles. Literally boy. Seventeen? Jean wasn't so sure about Carol being with someone under age, but it wasn't like he was in middle school so she let it slide. Carol seemed to be taking this really hard though. Lack of sleep? Jean could relate, but that was another issue and she was here to help Carol.
"It's alright Carol, I understand." she said. "It's really nothing to be ashamed of. If you're seeking comfort and looking for a guy to show you affection. We all want to be loved. It's just sometimes, the people we choose to try and be involved with...they're not always on the same level as you want them to be and they're not always going to want the same things you do. I mean, he's seventeen, Carol. It's not really a surprise that he's acting the way he is. You're on different maturity levels."
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Post by ayden on Oct 27, 2009 2:44:22 GMT
"You're totally right about that, we are on different maturity levels; and I was the immature one." She raised her right hand to her face, placing her thumb on the right-hand side of her right eye and her middle finger on the left-hand side of her left eye, she made a closing motion with them, bringing them together between the eyebrows. It was the kind of motion someone makes when they were either entirely stressed or tired. "I'm not going to give myself away like that ever again; nor am I going to sit here and wallow in my own shame. Even if I can't seem to sleep." She raised her head, catching eye contact with the younger woman. Carol's eyes held a sort of thankful, yet fierce determination in them. Though she was acting mighty now, deep down, she was heavily thankful that Jean would listen to her. "Besides, I'm supposed to be leading a group of our students against one of Magneto's attacks. I need to be in the game." The pride was noticeable in her voice, but it wasn't though she was arrogant; she felt honoured that she could lead them into a chaotic environment.
"How's Scott? I haven't seen him around lately. Are you alright with that?" She decided to take the focus off herself and turn it onto Jean. Danvers knew Jean must be missing her man, and with a man like that, as if you wouldn't?
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Post by jean on Nov 7, 2009 21:36:39 GMT
"Scott...is alright I suppose. He's been busy, so we haven't really been spending a lot of time together." Jean sighed. Yes Jean missed him a lot, but she knew better than to crowd him. She wasn't the type of girl to be all clingy to her man and such.
"I'm alright. I'm sure he'll get some free time and we'll be able to see each other soon. I have no doubt that we will after we get done with the battle just mentioned..." she said biting her lower lip. A battle she wasn't completely sure to fight in considering how unstable her powers have been lately. "But they need me..." she spoke aloud to herself.
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Post by ayden on Nov 10, 2009 6:58:32 GMT
"I...uh...heard from the Professor you're having troubles with your powers?" She wasn't exactly sure if she should mention the issue of Jean's nightmares and her ripping the roof off of her room, but it wasn't as though she was gossiping about it; if anything, she felt as though she might be able to relate in someway and offer support to her. "Don't worry, only the staff know about the roof incident. We figured it would be best if it was kept on the down-low." Still, she couldn't help but admit how uncomfortable it made some of the students feel, knowing that someone in the school was destroying the building mindlessly through their sleep. "You want to talk about it? You'd be suprised at the experience I've got in the whole uncontrollable powers area." With a slight smirk, she didn't exactly refer to anything audibly, but what she meant was her own experiences with her gift and how at some points, she seemed to be taken over by some other force that was not of her creation.
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Post by jean on Nov 15, 2009 17:45:46 GMT
"I...I don't think so..." Jean replied hesitantly. to the blond and placing a hand to her forehead. This was more than just power growth troubles. Like she told the professor, there was something else there in her mind and she didn't know exactly what. Was she going schizo or something? It was rather...aggravating and annoying not knowing what to do.
"I wouldn't know how to explain it in the first place. I think, I was just really spooked in my dream. That's all." she said. Sometimes lying can be good. Especially to get people off of your back. Yes, yes indeed.
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Post by ayden on Nov 17, 2009 11:47:55 GMT
Watching Jean's face as she was talking, a slight smile managed to be planted and steadily sprout on Carol's own face. She knew the girl was making this up, and it wasn't what she was saying, it was just the way she was saying it and in the manner. Carol happened to be a fairly good judge of people's speech and she could see straight through Jean's. With a slightly chuckle, she smirked. "Could you have a lousier poker face? I know you're lying." With another slightly chuckle, Carol remembered that Jean was a powerful telepath and could read her mind if she wanted to. Well, it wasn't like it was affecting the conversation, as she didn't exactly 'feel' like her mind was being read. "But honestly, if you don't want to tell me, that's fine. It's just...you would really be suprised at the experience I've got in that whole department." She had never told anyone about it, but she too had dreams that she had unimaginable powers, but it was so science fiction that she believed it was just her imagination playing tricks on her. Hell, she even had a name in those dreams; Binary. What the hell kind of name is Binary?
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Post by jean on Dec 5, 2009 12:17:07 GMT
So, when did Ms. Marvel become a psychic? Then again as perfect as some people might consider Jean to be, she did suck at lying. That's why the better option was to manipulate a person's mind to believing in what you said, but once again, that was against Red's code of conduct. "There's really nothing to talk about. Besides weird dreams of fire consuming the world and killing off everyone I care about. Whether its metaphorical or whats really to come, I don't want to think about it." she shrugged. "Maybe it was something I ate."
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