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Post by Emma Frost on Jul 14, 2009 13:14:38 GMT
Emma walked into her room and immediately felt more comfortable. She quickly un-buttoned her pinstripe coat and carefully hung it back up and it was followed by her white blouse. She un-zipped her matching pinstripes skirt and wiggled out from it along with her heels. Before long long she was standing in her lingerie, her hair free from the band on it and tousled rather tom boyishly. Emma sighed and walked over to her full length mirror. She did a 360 degree turn and sighed in content, yes she was a bottle blonde cliche, just add brains, powers, and immense income. She gave another sigh as she headed to her closet and slipped on some silk night-shorts and a silk tank, she loosely plaited her hair in two braids.
Before long she was laying in her bed and and flipping channels on the television when she heard a knock on the door. Confused Emma made her way over to the door, and opened it carefully, making her left hand, which was blocked by the door, slowly start its diamond transformation.
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Post by scion on Jul 15, 2009 8:18:01 GMT
Scion had just finished a late night training session and had decided to stop off to speak with Ms. Frost before heading to bed. His dark hair was still moist from the shower after his work out, padding softly barefoot to Ms. Frost's bedroom door he knocked as lightly as he thought he could to prevent her from waking up should she be already asleep. What he wasn't prepared for was what happened after he lowered his hand back to his side to wait patiently for her response, if any.
Blue eyes blinked in confusion at his headmistress' expression as she opened the door, and the manner in which she did it. The blonde was a telepath after all; she would know who was on the other side of the door whenever she saw fit to find out. As such he frowned ever so slightly, his brow furrowing a bit, and titled his head to the side questioningly, "Ms. Frost? Is everything," He paused searching for the best word for the situation and came upon it rather swiftly, "alright?"
Julian was a tad bit worried, and he didn't even know that her hand was beginning its transition to diamond form behind the door. He watched with a bit of apprehension in his eyes, not thinking in the slightest that she was threatened by him. The only thought in his head on the matter was that someone else could be threatening the Academy and she was sensing it only just now. Tensing slightly, the young mutant awaited a response from his headmistress.
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Post by Emma Frost on Jul 15, 2009 14:10:44 GMT
Emma relaxed a little when she saw it was only Julian. The cocky young telekinetic. She immediately released her diamond formation. She probably should of used her powers, but a part of Emma wanted to be a regular human again, she would never let that known though...ever.
"Everything is fine, Julian" Emma said as she grabbed a robe hanging off the door. She quickly slid it on as she opened the door for Julian to enter. She motioned to a white love seat next to her closet. She watched him go sit, as she felt something in her head. A little tingling. Probably a headache or something, she washed it over.
"What brings you up here, at this time?" Emma said as she glanced at the small alarm clock on her nightstand.
She looked over at Julian and smiled, comfortingly.
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Post by scion on Jul 15, 2009 22:19:40 GMT
"I'm glad." His voice was somewhat empty. This was, interesting, to say the least. All the tension in the vicinity simply faded, he almost believed he'd imagined the whole thing, shrugging it off he shook his clouded mind trying to remove the thoughts. She didn't need to be bothered with such things. Julian sat down obediently on her love seat and smiled at her, trying to channel a bit brighter emotions than he was currently feeling. He had no doubt she could easily break through any sort of telepathic barriers he might possess. Not the most pleasant of thoughts, but there were worst thoughts. Like how he was certain Ares could, and would, rip his spine right out of him should he mess up.
Glancing down for the briefest of moments Julian fixed his eyes on Emma's chewing his lip thoughtfully. What had he come up here for? Was it because of what had been happening in the past two years? Was it because he felt he'd not made enough headway with his powers to achieve his own goals for himself, let alone what he suspected Emma's were for him. Similar origins, similar upbringings, they were rather alike. And yet, at eighteen he felt as if he hadn't accomplished much, "I..." Julian paused, thinking out his next words as best he could, "I feel like I've failed you. I don't know why, exactly, but I feel that way." His blue eyes darted away from her own, he didn't like showing weakness. And to him this feeling was weakness.
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Post by monet on Jul 22, 2009 15:34:18 GMT
It was the midnight hour and while most of the students and staff were probably in dreamland but Monet just didn't feel like sleeping. She sat up in her bed wrapped in her crimson colored sheets blankly staring at the TV as she flipped through the channels and ultimately failed in finding a program that interested her. There was really nothing else for her to do. Her homework was all caught up...of course that was the normal since Monet usually finished her assignments well before their due date.
"This is ridiculous and annoying..." she muttered to herself as she threw off her covers and got out of her bed in her silk crimson night shirt that stopped about mid thigh. Monet then slipped into her black slippers and exited out her room. She decided maybe a walk around the school would help kill her boredom if she could find something interesting. Walking down the halls of the bedrooms it wasn't long before Monet spotted Julian going into Ms. Frost's room. At this time of night? Sure Monet thought head mistress looked like the type to seduce students...especially since all the guys pretty much had an eye for her...except for Jean-Paul.
Monet was nosy and so she crept over towards the door. The girl knew she could probably be detected by Emma but then again, Monet could really care less. She listened in to the conversation and her eye brow raised at Julian's statement. Failure huh? It was rather shocking to here him say that, especially to Monet. Nearly all of Monet's teammates were cocky, but Julian was probably the only one who had a large enough ego that could match her own. With good reason...both of them were wealthy, intelligent and powerful with their abilities. Why would he feel like he had failed? Monet stood outside the door and continued to eavesdrop on the conversation.
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Post by Emma Frost on Jul 23, 2009 1:32:13 GMT
"You feel you've failed me?" Emma asked, casting a glance at Julian. She sat on the bed and felt on th nightstand for her wire frames. She slipped them on and gave a worried look to the boy.
"You've been good to my standards and you've excelled, in most, of the classes that are required. Your still young, as much as that flares you up, but you have your life ahead of you. You have a temper, but you can control it Julian. Make that your focus okay?" she finished as as she stood up and laid a hand on Julians shoulder. She stood up again and headed for her closet.
It was then that Emma noticed Monet outside the door.
Monet, you know i's not polite to eavesdrop. But I'm feeling enlightened and I think that you could help Julian feel 'useful' perhaps. Do you-AAAHH!
"Besides, for you being one of the older students, others seem to be threaten-" Emma had no time to finish. She felt a stabbing pain in her head and that's all she remembered as she fell with a thump to the floor.
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