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Post by Jean Grey on Oct 10, 2008 16:49:44 GMT -5
She raised an eyebrow.
"That's pretty horrible, to die like that I mean." She said quietly. Almost made her wonder if it was something similiar to that that had made her lose her memory. Of course, it was impossible, because she would have died too if so much water crashed down on her too.
Nothing's impossible.
"Not everybody hates you." She muttered. "I mean, I don't hate you. I bet everyone's just upset because they lost their powers, so it's not your fault." She continued.
"And don't leave - that's the wrong thing to do Jam - Logan." She stated, correcting herself. Where the hell had the name James come from? "And you know it. I don't think your parents would have raised you to act like this about things." |
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Post by logan on Oct 10, 2008 17:11:45 GMT -5
He bit his lower lip, “I guess it would be too” He muttered as he started to recall the chaos in the jet as they all watched it unfold before their eyes. It was horrible. He closed his eyes and just wanted to slap himself. He didn’t want to remember that day. He had brought it up and he was clearly paying for it. This was something that he knew he would regret. However, what was anything he did he regretted. Everything.
“No they clearly hate me, it is just my nature” He muttered. It was the truth and this lady didn’t know him and he was just warning her. To not like him. It was the best thing to do.
He was about halfway out of the room when he stopped in his tracks. He heard Jam and then Logan. He turned around, “Jam? Who is Jam?” He question. He glanced up at her with angry in his eyes when she mentioned parents, “You don’t know my parents, and I don’t know either, so don’t you dare bring them up in this conversation, I’m leaving and that is final!” He spat as he walked out of the room.
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Post by Jean Grey on Oct 10, 2008 17:31:02 GMT -5
Jane got to her feet, crossing the room to the window as he spoke. Why was she trying to convincing him not to leave? She wasn't supposed to care - then again, she figured this place was as close to a home as any she'd have for a while, so it didn't hurt....
"And what nature is that? To be a total jerk?" She asked curiously, her gaze remaining at the window. She stared out into the dark, the moonlight reflecting off the fountain outside.
"I was going to say James, but I obviously got you confused with someone else." She said quietly. Where had that name come from? Probably one of the voices in her head again.... First sigh of insanity was voices in your head.
"I just thought - well, whatever. Do whatever the hell you want, but it seems to me the only reason you're leaving is because you can't stand to be somewhere she was. I saw the look in your eyes when you said her name - you liked her. Maybe even loved, even if she was married." |
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Post by logan on Oct 10, 2008 17:45:44 GMT -5
Logan didn’t understand why he was even talking with her. He should have just kept his mouth shut. Not say anything. Sometimes he just needed to keep his mouth shut. It was apart of his nature. He couldn’t resist to even do that. He didn’t know why, and didn’t care. The mansion was a home to him, but now it wasn’t.
“That is my nature to be a jerk, always have been” He spat back at her.
“Well, my name isn’t James it is Logan. Logan Howlett” He snapped back at her. This women was very difficult and Logan hated that. He hated when people were difficult. Then again he should talk. He was difficult also.
As he was about to walk away, he stopped in his tracks again not wanting to make eye contact with her. He just had his back to her. “That is absoultly right, I can’t stand to be here anymore, she is gone…and I liked her…yes” He muttered…as he stood silent for a moment.
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Post by Jean Grey on Oct 10, 2008 18:02:39 GMT -5
It was starting to rain outside, the rain pelting against the window as she stared at her, refusing to turn her gaze toward Logan. God was she wrong - he was being a total jerk! Folding her arms over her chest, she regretted coming down to the game room and figured she just should have stayed in her room. Shaking her head, she flicked red hair out of her face again and chanced a glance at him.
"Well I'm sorry! I got you confused with someone else! You can't exactly expect much else when I can't even remember my own damn name!" She suddenly shouted at him, fists at her side as she glared at him.
Something shattered to her left and she jumped, looking at the vase that had somehow flown from the table to smash against the wall. Shards of the decorated vase lay in a pile below where it had shattered. She frowned, but continued to glare at Logan.
"Why don't you stop wallowing in self pity and get over it, if she's been dead as long as you've said. I don't seem anyone moping about, and if they are they're in the same boat as you! Without their powers!" She continued to shout, not caring if she woke the entire mansion up. The vase on the other side of the room, the match to the one already shattered, suddenly broke into pieces, smashing into another pile. |
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Post by logan on Oct 11, 2008 8:36:23 GMT -5
Logan really didn’t expect this woman to keep on speaking, but she did. And for some reason. He decided to listen. He didn’t know why, but he felt sorry for her not knowing anything about herself. He was the same way, but he got over it. Okay, he still wasn’t over it. Nevertheless, He tried his best to let people know that he accepted having no memory of the last fifteen years. It was a part of life.
He ran his fingers though his hair. “Listen, if it makes you any better, I don’t remember the last fifteen years…” He muttered hoping that she didn’t hear him. If she did, oh well. They both were in the same boat.
Logan heard some things shattered and slowly turned around. He looked at a table that was smashed against the wall and a vase had been shattered. He raised an eyebrow and just stared at her with his dark eyes. He gave her an odd look.
“Yeah, so? It is my nature, so I don’t care” He said rolling his eyes as he heard another vase break into pieces. “Alright, calm down” He pleaded “I will stay” He paused “And you said you didn’t have powers, so why all of sudden are you showing powers?” He folded his arms across his chest wanting to know some answers.
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Post by Jean Grey on Oct 11, 2008 10:03:54 GMT -5
Her fists unclenched when the second vase broke, indents of her nails across her palm from where she had kept them so tightly closed. Letting her arms dropped to her sides, she sighed and turned toward the shattered piles of glass, getting down on her hands and knees to begin to pick them up. very cautious not to cut herself on any of the jagged edges.
"Yes, but at least you have some sort of family here. I have no one...." She whispered, not bothering to even look at him at the moment as she gathered the shattered pieces of glass in her shirt.
"And I'm not supposed to have powers." She mumbled. "It happened in the Professor's office when he first brought me here a few days ago. It only happens when I get really ticked off..."
She didn't think she wanted to be a mutant freak like the rest of the them, but something deep down - really deep down - told her she'd fit right in with the other mutants. Not that it made her feel any better about things.
Sighing, she got to her feet, both piles of glass gathered in her shirt. Going to the trash can, she carefully dumped them in it before looking back up at Logan. "I can't control them at all....the powers or whatever I'm supposed to have that is..." |
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Post by logan on Oct 12, 2008 16:00:00 GMT -5
“Yeah a family, I guess you would call them that” He muttered to himself as she said at least he had a family. Have she even been listening to him? Probably not it really didn’t even matter. He guessed these people were his family.
Logan cracked his neck as he listened to her about it happened while she was speaking with the Professor. “Alright, so your so-called powers can be used if you’re pissed” He repeated back as he raised an eyebrow.
He wondered if she was scared about even having powers. Powers were nice and all, but people didn’t like them. People hated mutants because they were better than them or something. It really didn’t make any sense, and Logan was confused on why he was even thinking this
“Well, I the Professor might be able to help you control these powers?” asked Logan. The Professor helped out children. So he (The Professor) could probably help this girl out.
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Post by Jean Grey on Oct 12, 2008 16:59:54 GMT -5
She just shook her head, turning back toward the window. At least, the people here acted like family toward him, even if he didn't return the favor. But she wasn't one to speak - she'd only been here for a couple of days, so she couldn't judge until she saw it in action.
"That's what I just said." She replied quietly, glancing at him. "It's why I've been trying not to get ticked off." She continued. She didn't want to be a mutant, a freak like these people. She wondered how she felt about mutants in her life before she forgot everything - she was probably buddy buddy with them or something, as she was obviously a mutant herself and that hadn't likely changed when she forgot.
"I doubt he'll help me - he didn't earlier when I asked him to help me with my memory." She muttered, rolling her eyes at the thought. |
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Post by logan on Oct 12, 2008 17:06:56 GMT -5
Logan looked at her and yawned as he cracked his knuckles. He made a funny face as he cracked his knuckles. He rolled his eyes debating, if he should tell her about his lost powers or just leave it.
“So try not to get mad, it is simple” He said in a soft tone. He had been a mutant his entire life, it would seem. It was hard to explain something to someone. This one that he was talking at was familiar and if only he had his powers, he could probably figure out who this woman.
“Why wouldn’t he? He brought all these children to this school to help them control their powers, so why should you be different, I wonder” He said as he folded his arms, “So do you want me to tell you, my powers? They are really lame” He said sarcastically.
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Post by Jean Grey on Oct 12, 2008 17:44:07 GMT -5
She winced everytime he cracked something. "Could you stop that please? I hate that sound - it's annoying and very hard for me to concentrate on not being mad if you keep making that irratating noise."
"And no, it's not simple, when people like you keep pissing me off to where I get mad and things like those vases breaking start to happen." She stated through gritted teeth.
"I'd be able to control them just fine if people would stop ticking me off and making me lose control." She continued, leaning against the wall as she folded her arms back over her chest, looking at Logan. "And enlighten me. What are your powers? Being a bigger jerk than what you were being earlier?" |
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Post by logan on Oct 12, 2008 17:56:52 GMT -5
“Okay, I’ll stop” He said rolling his eyes as he wanted to crack something more. It was a thing that he did. He didn’t care if it pissed people off, it was something that he liked to do. Stupid metal.
He raised an eyebrow, “That is the reason why I don’t like people” as he growled at her. He hated people like her.
“You think you can control them?” He asked. “I’m a teacher here and I get stuck up students that think they are perfectly control their abilities then I take them to the danger room and it changes their opinion” He paused for a minute “You want to take on the Danger Room?” as he tilted his head "Oh and my ability was healing"
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Post by Jean Grey on Oct 12, 2008 18:06:11 GMT -5
"Thanks."
"Just what the hell is a Danger Room?" She asked, reaching up to brush a strand of red hair out of her face again, looking at Logan. Some kind of room full of danger? Like hell if she knew. But the name did sound familiar somewhat. Leaning her head to one side, she chewed her her lower lip.
"Lead the way then Logan. I'll take on anything you throw at me." |
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