Post by angel on Jul 30, 2006 11:05:19 GMT -5
(stuck it here cause it covers a few places in the mansion *shrugs*)
While Warren personally disagreed with Storm about the most effective uses of their time, he simply nodded and waited until the meeting was over. He could understand not wanting to incite a panic as a reason to avoid speaking to the press, but a waste of time? The fact that they were going to go to Baltimore to stand around and wait for the Brotherhood to start attacking seemed like more of a waste of time to him. But when someone else ran the show, you had to defer to their judgements, and that was what he was going to do. Once everything was wrapped up, he left with the others, collecting his suit - made to accomodate his wings, though it wasn't the sort of thing he'd wear every day - and a communicator from Forge before returning to his room.
Taking the shirt off and lying on his bed, Warren reached for his cellphone and dialed in a familiar number. His mother answered, which wasn't exactly a surprise - she didn't have a job or anything like that, instead spending most of her time trying to spend the family fortune. "Hi, mom." It wasn't exactly an enthusiastic greeting - and for good reason, because she started on about him being stuck in a school like a child, surrounded by dangerous mutants - even if she didn't say it quite so explicitly. "I wish you'd come back here, Warren."
"Yeah, I know mom - I've been thinking about getting an apartment somewhere, that should make you happy. You can help me decorate." That ought to keep her busy for a while. And give him a place to go if he did want away from Mutant High for a while - so many hormones couldn't be healthy to be around ALL the time.
She was jabbering about paint colours and fabric choices and no doubt already transferring money into his trust fund, but he interrupted her. "Can you put dad on? It's important." Sounding slightly put out, Kathryn put the elder Warren Worthington on, promising to call soon.
As Angel explained the situation to his father, he didn't know how much they would be able to do. Warren agreed to call and try to reason with Rawlins, but explained that he had no control over what other companies did with the cure, or with their everyday operations. "Yeah, yeah, I know dad, I just figured that you could try to talk to him - it could be dangerous for his staff." They spoke briefly about the institute, about life in general, and about the plans that Kathryn was already making in the background for Warren's apartment. "Don't let her buy anything yet, ok?" The two of them shared what could be called a reasonable family moment, and it almost made Angel sad that they still did that best over the phone. Doesn't have to see me that way. The thought was bitter, although his father was getting better.
Hanging up, Warren put the phone on his bedside table and let himself slump down onto the pillow. Things were never simple. The week to come was certainly not shaping up to get any less complicated, either. Briefly closing his eyes, he thought about snoozing but felt somehow wrong to be wasting such a nice day. If he could have his way, he'd go flying over the city, but that could pose all kinds of problems. With a sigh, he got up, wrestled his wings back into the button up shirt, and returned to the ground floor of the mansion to find something to occupy his time for the rest of the day. Maybe one of those girls he'd been looking at down in the War Room - or maybe he could find that boy with the bat wings and have a chat.
While Warren personally disagreed with Storm about the most effective uses of their time, he simply nodded and waited until the meeting was over. He could understand not wanting to incite a panic as a reason to avoid speaking to the press, but a waste of time? The fact that they were going to go to Baltimore to stand around and wait for the Brotherhood to start attacking seemed like more of a waste of time to him. But when someone else ran the show, you had to defer to their judgements, and that was what he was going to do. Once everything was wrapped up, he left with the others, collecting his suit - made to accomodate his wings, though it wasn't the sort of thing he'd wear every day - and a communicator from Forge before returning to his room.
Taking the shirt off and lying on his bed, Warren reached for his cellphone and dialed in a familiar number. His mother answered, which wasn't exactly a surprise - she didn't have a job or anything like that, instead spending most of her time trying to spend the family fortune. "Hi, mom." It wasn't exactly an enthusiastic greeting - and for good reason, because she started on about him being stuck in a school like a child, surrounded by dangerous mutants - even if she didn't say it quite so explicitly. "I wish you'd come back here, Warren."
"Yeah, I know mom - I've been thinking about getting an apartment somewhere, that should make you happy. You can help me decorate." That ought to keep her busy for a while. And give him a place to go if he did want away from Mutant High for a while - so many hormones couldn't be healthy to be around ALL the time.
She was jabbering about paint colours and fabric choices and no doubt already transferring money into his trust fund, but he interrupted her. "Can you put dad on? It's important." Sounding slightly put out, Kathryn put the elder Warren Worthington on, promising to call soon.
As Angel explained the situation to his father, he didn't know how much they would be able to do. Warren agreed to call and try to reason with Rawlins, but explained that he had no control over what other companies did with the cure, or with their everyday operations. "Yeah, yeah, I know dad, I just figured that you could try to talk to him - it could be dangerous for his staff." They spoke briefly about the institute, about life in general, and about the plans that Kathryn was already making in the background for Warren's apartment. "Don't let her buy anything yet, ok?" The two of them shared what could be called a reasonable family moment, and it almost made Angel sad that they still did that best over the phone. Doesn't have to see me that way. The thought was bitter, although his father was getting better.
Hanging up, Warren put the phone on his bedside table and let himself slump down onto the pillow. Things were never simple. The week to come was certainly not shaping up to get any less complicated, either. Briefly closing his eyes, he thought about snoozing but felt somehow wrong to be wasting such a nice day. If he could have his way, he'd go flying over the city, but that could pose all kinds of problems. With a sigh, he got up, wrestled his wings back into the button up shirt, and returned to the ground floor of the mansion to find something to occupy his time for the rest of the day. Maybe one of those girls he'd been looking at down in the War Room - or maybe he could find that boy with the bat wings and have a chat.