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Post by deanharagatsu on Aug 31, 2009 0:29:15 GMT
Dean walks int he store slowly. His Hood hides his face from being seen as his blue eyes are the only things that can be seen within it. He wears black gloves as if it was a normal winter day in the mid summer. He collects the following items bread, Bologna,milk,cheese,cereal, and a toothbrush. Since he has already frozen his own toothbrush before. He thought he would need it. He walked int he back of the line to check the items out. Normally he should be in school. After all it would be his first day but because of the events this morning he felt he could not attend. In his head raced two thoughts which where "I am just sick that is all" and as much as he thought on the events that happened the other thought that raced in his mind could be no more than"am I turning into some kind of circus freak"
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Post by Sage on Sept 2, 2009 23:19:19 GMT
The teachers at the Institute had all drawn straws to see whose turn it would be to get groceries. And... unluckily for Sage, she had lost. So, she had driven to the store then piled a cart high of food. A mansion full of teenagers ate a lot, after all.
She stood in line, tapping her heeled boot impatiently as she waited. This was why she hated going shopping- the lines were always ridiculous, and there were usually so many people that the thoughts gave her a migraine.
But this time, however, one person's thoughts stood out: the boy standing behind her, whose thoughts were filled with memories of ice and fears of being a circus freak...
"... No." she said, turning around and looking at the boy. "You are not a freak."
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Post by deanharagatsu on Sept 2, 2009 23:26:46 GMT
Dean look at the girl in front of him.At the time he was sorta weirded out by the timing of her saying this bu t then again he thought to himself "she couldn't be talking to Me." He then held his groceries close and paid her no attention as if she hadn't looked his way.
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Post by Sage on Sept 2, 2009 23:32:49 GMT
"Of course I'm talking to you." Sage responded, a bit impatiently. "I looked at you, didn't I?"
Honestly, it was like he'd never seen a person with telepathy before. He was a mutant, after all. And telepathy was a fairly common mutation- The Professor, Marvel Girl, Rachel and herself just at the mansion, after all. And that wasn't counting Emma Frost or her Hellions.
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Post by deanharagatsu on Sept 2, 2009 23:47:25 GMT
Dean directed his attention straight at her this time. He then asked "who.....are...you." He cleverly spaced his words to make it seem that he was sick. He talked in a low tone so normally no one could hear him. He then thought to himself " and how does she know what I am thinking." His eyes fixed upon her yet quivering in a way as if he was scared. He thought at an instance pace" is she some sort of freak as well. Am I a freak magnet now? first My toothbrush and now this. Am I dreaming?" His thoughts raced through his head of the incident today with his ice spit and frozen toothbrush.
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Post by Sage on Sept 3, 2009 2:49:15 GMT
"My name is Sage. And no, you're not dreaming." Sage responded, then narrowed her eyes and continued, this time projecting what she was going to say into his head. "And if you call me a freak again, I'll make you understand why you should never anger a telepath."
A bit harsh, perhaps, but Sage detested being called a freak, or any other pejurative term.
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Post by deanharagatsu on Sept 3, 2009 3:23:55 GMT
Dean looked at her with wide eyes as he drops his food. He then backs away from her slowly. He stammers as he yells" get away from Me." He then runs out the door. He no longer cared what was going on anymore. All he knew is that he had to get out of there and fast.
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Post by Sage on Sept 7, 2009 3:51:39 GMT
Well... that could have gone better, Sage thought, shaking her head and pinching the bridge of her nose. Perhaps she shouldn't have let her temper get the better of her... but she absolutely hated the word 'Freak'.
But anyway... if was a simple matter for her to link up with the computer in his cell phone and send him a text message, stating that, if he wanted to know what was going on, he should stay out in the parking lot. She would explain to him about what it meant to be a mutant. What he did from there, however, was all up to him.
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