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Post by Namacub95 on Nov 5, 2011 19:27:42 GMT -5
James Xavier - Kitexa
Emily Clearwater - Namacub95
I was going to call this thread 'Horizon Crying' after The Islander by Nightwish because that song always makes me think of Charles from this universe. Instead I settled for the title of another Nightwish song from the same album.
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Emily had been living at Xavier Institute for six months and they had been the six happiest months she had in a long time. She'd come to call the Institue 'home' because it was the closest thing she had to a real home. She had friends...people who cared about her and for Emily that was bliss.
Emily was relaxing in the library, staring out at the frosted grounds. It was mid December. Soon it would be Christmas...and before that another birthday where she wouldn't age. December 21st had become a date sononomous with heartbreak and anger.
She pushed these thoughts to the side as small flakes of snow began to drift from the overcast sky down to the cold earth. She lent her head against the cold glass and shut her eyes.
She would deal with her own problems later.
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Post by Kitexa on Nov 5, 2011 19:59:01 GMT -5
(OMG..that song totally does r sound like "Wicked Game" Charles....  ) Up the stairs, another figure was taking note of the weather; the soft snow falling, meshing with the blanket of white already lining the ground; a pale gray sky over head....the kind of weather that made one want to curl up with a blanket and hot chocolate and, as they say, feel "snug as a bug in a rug." Enjoy one's creature comforts and be glad you weren't out there in the cold, freezing your ass off in the dismal atmosphere. Years ago, he would have done such a thing; waiting for his uncle Sean to bring him cookies and his uncle Hank to flip through the channel until Star Trek appeared while he cuddled into the couch.... It was tempting. Or... No it was tempting. He didn't like the cold and he liked venturing out in it even less...but now wasn't the time for such petty dislikes. He was tired of those disjointed family moments; revelling in their warmth and comfort while someone..someone key to completing that family, still suffered in solitude miles away. And so James Xavier tiptoed down the stairs; a backpack over his shoulder, helmet tucked under his arm, and one finger to his head--should the need arise to conceal himself from view. He dddn't tell anyone where he was headed, nor did he find it necessary: if they knew of his intentions he'd be put under strict watch without room for explanation and then everything he'd prepared for would sit in the back of his mind collecting dust and he was NOT going to let that happen. After fifteen long, damn years, he was going to bring his father home. |
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Post by Namacub95 on Nov 5, 2011 20:07:12 GMT -5
(Doesn't it just?)
Emily opened her eyes when she heard the sound of something shifting upstairs, her clear grey eyes stared up almost as if she could see through the ceiling and discover what made the noise. She swung her legs from the window seat and stood. It was probably one of the younger stundents messing about.
The door to the library was open and she caught sight of a shadow moving on the wall. Her curiousity was piqued and so she decided to call out.
"Hello?" she stepped out into the corridor and glanced up and down "I know you're there. Come out."
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Post by Kitexa on Nov 6, 2011 1:19:25 GMT -5
Dammit.
He WOULD get spotted already, wouldn't he? JUST like his non-existent luck. Hand still hovering over his temple, the golden-eyed boy debated concealing himself telepathically, making way for an easier exit.
If the voice hadn't belonged to Emily, he probably would have done so.
But that girl had done something to him--something he wasn't entirely sure WHAT to make of but didn't really care because he cared for her. To a degree....maybe more than a degree but that wasn't necessarily important now. She was his best friend, and it....might be considered...unfair to leave without a good-bye.
"It's only me, Emily." He called out after a few minutes, stepping out from around the corner with a cautious stride. "How's it going?"
Maybe a bit too obvious a cover...but he had to start somewhere.
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Post by Namacub95 on Dec 11, 2011 12:03:58 GMT -5
The sound of a voice made Emily jump and spin to see who it was, when her grey eyes spotted James she visibly relaxed and a smile quickly replaced the look of shock.
Of all the people in Xavier Institute, James was the person she was closest to. He was the first person she had met and had quickly become her best friend, she trusted him with more of her secrets than anyone else. She liked his company and she liked him...well...maybe something stronger than 'like' but she didn't want to go there just yet. For now they were best friends.
"James." she said "You startled me...I thought you were someone else for a moment."
Then her eyes caught something, a helmet. Her brows furrowed in confusion. That was odd...why would James need that? Her eyes went from the helmet, now she noticed the back pack. James was going somewhere...but where?
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Post by Kitexa on Dec 17, 2011 4:13:24 GMT -5
"Someone else?" James echoed, trying to keep his tone light an innocent. "You expecting a visitor?"
Keep it smooth, James, he told himself, hoping he could small-talk his way through this and continue on without arousing suspicion. He could tell she'd picked up on his outdoor attire by the way her eyes moved and of course, by her thoughts, but she hadn't guessed his motives yet so he still had room to work.
"Don't tell me you've got a boyfriend." the Xavier boy half-teased, donning a somewhat forced playful smirk. "I thought you didn't have time for that kinda thing."
Keep her talking...keep her distracted...you've got to get OUT of here without her ratting you out...
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Post by Namacub95 on Dec 17, 2011 9:41:35 GMT -5
Emily's face turned a deep shade of red at that. Her grey eyes were wide and she ducked her ehad to try and hide her obvious embarrassment with very little success
"I-I don't!" she denied immediately. then she realised her response had come far too quickly and sounded like she was trying to hide something so she immediately tried to back track and save what little dignity she had left.
"I mean...I don't. I'm still single, for your information! You worried your girlfriend will think something? Sneaking out to see her now?"She returned.
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Post by Kitexa on Dec 17, 2011 10:03:13 GMT -5
Should've seen THAT coming...
"No," James answered; his own cheeks gaining an unintended blush as he fumbled to explain himself. "And even if I did, what would--"
Get ahold of yourself, Xavier, his thoughts cut in, interrupting the boy's response, this is a mission. NOT a love spat.
Not that it WAS a "love spat." That would imply...
Hey; what did I JUST say about paying attention?
Right...
"I'm not going anywhere, Emily." James said finally, expression sobering, "Just moving some stuff out of my room into the garage. Mom's been after me for a month to clean that place...figured I'd start now..."
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Post by Namacub95 on Dec 17, 2011 10:09:02 GMT -5
Emily felt smirk of triumph form when James's cheeks turned red. Revenge was a dish best served cold. She had to bite her lip to stop herself laughing as he began scrambling to think of a response to her.
Teasing James never lost its charm.
Then in a second his expression became serious once more and the fun was instantly forgotten about. Emily's smirk faded and she too became serious once more.
"I'll give you a hand then." she offered, closing the distance between them "I've nothing better to do and I doubt you'd get everything out of your room by yourself."
With that she moved to take hi backpack off him. She'd seen the inside of James's room and, to put it mildly, it looked like someone had thrown a hand genade in and shut the door.
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Post by Kitexa on Dec 17, 2011 10:14:23 GMT -5
Dammit.
Well didn't THAT complicate things.
"Uh....you don't have--" He began, then stopped himself, thinking. He COULD always detour once he got out to the garage....if he sent Emily back inside first....
"Actually...thanks, I'd like some help." He said, picking up his pace a step. "It'd go faster that way."
Faster, closer to his bike....same thing.
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Post by Namacub95 on Dec 17, 2011 10:39:39 GMT -5
Emily frowned slightly as James went from not wanting her help to wanting her help in the matter of a half a second. She shook this from her mind as she lifted the backpack off James and followed after James.
"And it gets your mother off your back. Win-win situation." Emily replied.
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Post by Kitexa on Dec 17, 2011 10:51:27 GMT -5
"Isn't THAT the truth," James replied with a bit of a sigh, fingers absentmindedly drumming on the helmet tucked under his arm. While Raven Xavier wasn't a bad mother, she WAS annoyingly strict. Which wouldn't have been SO bad had James not been an only child. But he was, and thus was the soul barer of all of her anal-nitpicking.
A few minutes passed, and James eventually stopped walking, standing now in front of a closed wooden door with a victorian-styled brass doorknob. "Here we are" he half-muttered, turning the knob with a click. I guess Logan must've been in here, he thought, nerves tightening a fraction at the thought of stumbling across the older man now. He already had Emily to worry about...but Logan? That would only make things...
....."and he's not here." James finished aloud with a sigh of relief as he stepped into the garage. "Thank goodness." He walked further inside, making a mental note of the distance from his motor bike to where he currently stood, and how much time it would take should he have to disappear quickly.
"Alright, Emily..uh...you can put my bag on one of the shelves over there" he said, pointing to a row of metal shelves on the left.
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Post by Namacub95 on Dec 17, 2011 11:22:07 GMT -5
"You can say that again." Emily muttered as James and her stepped into the garage. She hadn't met Logan more than twice but she quicky learnt that the man was best avoided. In truth, he scared her slightly.
She gave a nod at James's instruction and quickly moved over to the shelves he had indicated. She watched James out of the corner of her eyes, he seemed to be eyeing his motor bike, his badass motor bike, with an expression of deep thought.
Something was up, Emily could feel it in her bones.
She stired the backpack neatly on the shelf and turned back to him, carefully to keep her expression from giving her away.
"There you go. Now we have to brave the warzone again."
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Post by Kitexa on Dec 17, 2011 11:26:34 GMT -5
"...actually, Emily..." he cut in quickly, trying to keep the urgency out of his tone "....that was all I needed right now. I cleaned some stuff up earlier so...." So what? What now? Think, dammit, think! "....I Was going to clean my bike off--prepare it for the snow and all that. You don't need to stick around..."
You really, really, REALLY don't need to. The last bit, of course, he added only to himself.
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Post by Namacub95 on Dec 17, 2011 11:41:15 GMT -5
"You're seriously going to ride out in the snow?" Emily asked, her tone somewhere between sceptical and concerned "You know if your mother catches you she'll make sure you never ride that bike again, right?"
Emily folded her arms, James sounded jumpy...he was trying to get rid of her. Why? What could possibly be so important that he was willing to brave the freezing cold and icy roads? And why did he not want her help?
"You know you can tell me what's going on." she moved to James side and tried to sound as reassuring as possible "I'm your friend, James...I'm not going to run off to your mother with your problems."
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