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| Storm | May 4 2009, 01:28 AM Post #1 |
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Featuring: Storm, Jean Gray Date: Febuary 28th (Saturday) Time of Day: Midday (around 11 am) Place: Shopping Mall/Police Station What was she hoping for by continuing this lifestyle? She'd hurt more people than she thought possible. But she always slipped back into the same old routine, steal a car, joyride for a while, take it to a chop shop, take the cash and live for another day. It was always the same, her criminal record showed at least that much. It was just about the only consistent thing in her life, because people sure weren't consistent. The metal heels on her calf high New Rock boots clicked on the asphalt as she walked between cars on the Mall car park, the tight black pants hugging her figure as she brushed down the black leather jacket she wore for warmth over the old faded blue tee shirt. She usually was given a glance or two, sometimes for the clothes she wore, more often for her platinum white hair. That and she wasn't bad to look at either. She brushed her hands softly over the car doors checking to see if anyone had left the door unlocked, it was always a possibility when families were in a rush to get parked and get the family into the Mall and let chaos of Saturday shopping ensue. This was the best bet of getting a car without drawing attention to oneself, there was either this or putting her metal heel through the window. Not so subtle. Her brown eyes flicked up towards the sky, it was really cold and cloudy. She knew she could do something about it, but she daren't risk it. The last time she tried to do something on that scale she was passed out for a good two hours by the roadside. How she wasn't picked up by some psycho and raped was beyond her. Her eyes moved back down to the car door she was next to, she had a good feeling about this one. She yanked on the door of the silver Cherokee jeep, and 'lo and behold, the family was to busy to do double checks to see if they had locked it, well that was their bad wasn't it. She opened the door with a smirk as she slid into the drivers seat smoothly like she belonged there. Automatic. It sure wouldn't be fast if she had to outrun the cops but...it was better than nothing. She began her work, taking the wire clippers out of her boot and grinning as the metal glinted the reflected light on her face. 'Ro looked under steering wheel the white locks falling effortlessly in front of her. Clipping off the access cover, she gained access to the wires behind the ignition which she needed to get the party started. She stripped and twisted the red wires together, stripping the brown ignition wire and touching it to the red wire until ignition came to life. She revved the engine until the jeep purred. She sat up straight, putting the clippers where they belonged, a satisfied smile on her face. She hadn't noticed the cop staring at her through the window, she heard the door open as she was yanked out of the car and pressed up against the car opposite by a burly, what she guessed was a cop of Irish Irish descent from the lok of the ginger hair. Shed seen enough cops in her short lifetime to made a damn good guess in that department. Her face was smushed against some blue metallic car, “Problem officer?” she managed before being hauled into the back of the police car. Damn her face was too well known round these parts... Half an hour later she sat on the makeshift bed in the holding cell, what was the point in using her call she had no-one she could call. She saw the Cop who brought her in eying her from across the room. Pervert. She lay back on the bed with a small huff bringing her knees into a triangle with the bed as she chipped the blue nail polish off mindlessly, it was the waiting that got to her. Maybe she could just do some of that lightning stuff...could she even do that inside? Worth a shot...She began to concentrate her eyes widening and becoming a ghastly white... |
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| JeanGrey | May 8 2009, 08:35 PM Post #2 |
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~I wouldn’t do that if I were you...you know...metal room..~ The voice was from the red haired, fair skin, young woman spoke into the white haired weather conjuring mutant’s mind. It was a faint whisper. Jean didn’t want to scare her. But she also wanted to make sure she wasn’t going to be mistaken for an imaginary voice inside of someone’s head. Jean stood outside the holding area. Her tight black jeans and bright red t-shirt made sure she stood out. And it made sure she kept their attention. She had them convinced she was a social worker from the county. What they saw was a curvy blond with double Ds and and a mini skirt to match her seeming IQ. But the lean red head knew better. She was convincing them to allow her to take custody of the young woman they were holding. She handed them some blank sheets of lined paper, mentally coaxing them into believe they were reading transfer papers. “As you can see officer, she’d be taken to a facility that has the security to hold her this time." |
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| Storm | May 13 2009, 08:11 PM Post #3 |
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Ororo blinked as she heard the womans voice clearly in her mind, her eyes reverting back to their natural deep brown as she swiftly snapped round to see where the voice could have came from. She got up from the uncomfortable bed and walked towards the bars, leaning against them lazily as she eyed up the redhead. What could she possibly want with her? Maybe she was immigration or someone like that, but wouldn't they have sent two people to interview her if that was the case? And she looked awfully young... She didn't open her mouth as she narrowed her eyes at the auburn haired girl, claking one metal heel on the cold floor as she studied her from head to toe. She didnt trust her, that was one thing, but then again who did 'Ro ever trust. Situations ran through her head about what she was here for, what is she knew she was a mutant? What if she knew what she could do? And had done... The panic began to rise in her as she waited For a sign of what was in store for her. |
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| JeanGrey | May 16 2009, 12:20 AM Post #4 |
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Jean looked around as the officers began to disperse with the subtle mental suggestions that she had placed into each one. One had even gone so far as to actually let Ororo Munroe out of her cell telling her that she was free to be remanded into Ms. Carlyle’s custody. “Yes, come now Ms. Munroe, we have a car waiting.” ~I understand this is hard to believe, but I really am here to help you.~[/color] Jean set her hand out to the young white haired woman, giving her a polite but trustworthy smile. She planned on take the young woman for a walk through the nearby and explain to her about the help that Xavier could give her. Great, in her head it sounded like she was trying to convince the girl to join a cult. She was most certainly not in a cult, just in a large compound full of people of a similar thinking. Yep, she was in a cult. ~Would you like to go for a walk?~ |
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| Storm | May 18 2009, 09:04 PM Post #5 |
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Ororo raised her eyebrow as the officer led her out of the cell, this was the quickest she had ever gotten out of the slammer, no slap on the wrist or nothing. There was definitely something going on here and the Moroccan teen just couldn't put her finger on exactly what it was, but it couldn't have been anything bad right? I mean she had gone out of her way to get her out of this joint so she couldn't be super evil....right? “Yes, come now Ms. Munroe, we have a car waiting.” ~I understand this is hard to believe, but I really am here to help you.~ “Right...okay” 'Ro said with a nervous smile, she cast a look back to the police officers. The NYPD being suspiciously calm and going about their business like she'd stole a popsicle or something...not a jeep. Her brows furrowed as she followed the ginger haired girl out of the station, her arms crossed across her chest as she tried to get her head around the whole situation. ~Would you like to go for a walk?~ “Do I really have a choice?” She began defensively before realizing again that the girls lips hadn't moved and that yet again she seemed to be speaking directly into the tanned young womans mind “Okay, I really don't know what freaky stuff you pulled in there, thanks and all but you're really beginning to creep me out” She said stepping backwards from the girl. “I mean, theres the whole...” She shook her head, her silvery locks shaking with it, she didn't even know how to explain it to herself never mind anyone else. She gulped and leveled her eyes with her counterpart “You're definitely no fed” Edited by Storm, May 18 2009, 09:05 PM.
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| JeanGrey | May 23 2009, 04:50 PM Post #6 |
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She was the walking the girl out of the building when she realized she was still speaking into her head. Oops. But they were safe now, she could speak out loud to the tanned woman. She had to continuously remember that not everyone was aware of mutants, and especially not telepaths. “Sorry, sometimes I forget about that.” She reached her hand out with a bright smile, and even brighter green eyes. “My name’s Jean Grey. And I represent a Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.” She stood there, looking at the young woman, waiting a bit hoping the young woman would take the friendly gesture. She could pick up a slight accent in her voice, but was unsure of from where, and if a handshake was a sign of friendship or anger. Crap, the Professor should have sent someone with her. She wasn’t ready for solo stuff. |
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| Storm | May 23 2009, 07:33 PM Post #7 |
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She raised one thin black eyebrow at the woman, a school was springing her? A school for gifted people...something told her that there was more than the more than the mind talking girl who knew about her weather related abilities. She took a moment and stared down at the womans extended hand, well she could speak into her mind so maybe she was just like 'Ro was, there was no real harm in listening to the girl right? “Well, seems you know a few things about me, Jean Grey, including my name..." She sighed,“but for what its worth, Ororo Munroe... call me 'Ro” She replied taking the proffered hand, this was all so formal, a smile creeped onto her face at the thought of it, “You can relax, you just sprang me from jail I'm not gonna bite...unless you give me reason to” She said with a small laugh leaning forward, her nose wrinkling in a grin as she retrieved her hand. “A school huh? Well thats the weirdest thing I've ever...wait this entire conversations weird so I guess a school should make some sorta sense really... I cant really see what they would want with me though, I steal cars...” She said with a shrug, her arms crossing defensively across her chest as she let out a long breath “I got no money to pay for it...” |
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| JeanGrey | Jun 4 2009, 04:17 PM Post #8 |
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“I steal cars...” What an odd thing for a girl to say. Jean raised a thin red eye brow and looked a little confused at ‘Ro. “Umm...yea...that’s gonna have to stop. Sorry, if maybe all in good fun. But, the Professor will be able to take care of whatever needs you’ll have. And don’t worry about the cash. He’s kind of loaded and we have sponsors to help run the place.” The girl talking about biting confused her a bit. She hoped she wasn’t coming onto her. Though, maybe Logan would go for that. Jean didn’t want to think about him right now. He distracted her from the real issues. Like recruiting a young woman to get herself out of trouble and into an environment conducive to bring her a well maintained life. Shelter, regular food. She felt like she was trying to sell herself that this wasn’t a cult, but she never really knew what Xavier was truly capable of. Maybe it was all really a cult and Xavier was just making them all think they had superpowers. No, too much had happened to convince her otherwise. Or had it. Stupid Brain. |
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| Storm | Jun 6 2009, 07:23 AM Post #9 |
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Ororo looked fairly confused at the ginger haired girl...all in good fun? Stealing cars....oookay then she obviously never had to do anything that criminal to be able to eat, “Yeah I love getting locked up, its a really rewarding hobby... keeps you nimble” The Moroccan replied sarcastically with the shadow of a smile on her face. “I guess it cant hurt to take a look” She said after taking a moment to take it all in, a small shrug causing her upper body to rise and fall quickly. There was no way she was trusting the girl just yet, but the idea of someone actually wanting to take her in and take care of her monetarily was too good of an opportunity to pass up. In fact opportunities like this just didn't happen very often at all so it was definitely worth a look see. “Just how loaded are we talkin' here?” 'Ro said with a enthusiastic grin. |
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