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Post by forge on Sept 18, 2006 20:52:57 GMT -5
Taking the back entrance, Forge rolled into the lobby with new determination. His plans were all worked out neatly, and he hoped to God everything was going to actually work out as nice.
So he rolled into the lobby, just missing Piotr head up the stairs. Instead he stared at the cracked part of the floor, looking very much like a heavy person's feet had landed there, and furrowed his brow.
Oh what the fuck now?
If Nightcrawler had walked back inside, he'd come through the door right about now. If he bamfed, then it'd be more bad luck for Forge.
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Post by Nightcrawler on Sept 19, 2006 0:54:24 GMT -5
Kurt breathed shallowly, wiping blood from his upper lip and chin as he stepped through the front door. He gingerly touched his side, feeling to decide just how many ribs were bruised. At least two, from what he could tell. Well, at least it took the focus from the pain in his head.
In fact, there wasn't much that Kurt could focus on besides the pain, so anyone who had seen what had just happened wouldn't be surprised when he limped right past Forge, giving him a small pained nod, before heading up the stairs and away to his room.
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Post by forge on Sept 19, 2006 9:05:53 GMT -5
Forge watched Nightcrawler slowly walk past him and ascend the stairs. He had pretty much a blank look on his face as the teleporter moved, seeming injured.
Had Nightcrawler and Colossus just gotten into a fight? Kurt sure looked like he had... and the double feet prints in the wood were an indication of Colossus - for only he could've mad such a mess of it.
Using his side commputer, he traced the location of all his communicators. (A feature he didn't exactly tell the others about.)
Storm was in the Danger Room. Kurt was upstairs, in the Dormitory. So was Colossus. Logan, Chamber, and Rayen were out in the woods - about a half a mile from here. Shadowcat was downstairs. Iceman was in his - no... Bobby's communicator was in his room. Bishop was in the shop. (this latter wasn't an X-Man, but he had a communicator none the less.)
Forge frowned, and put up a simple message over the PA system.
"Attention Students, will Joshua Foley please meet Forge in the lobby. Joshua Foley meet Forge in the lobby." This time the volume was regular talk volume, hardly and intrusion on anyone, and not going to infuriate Storm! That last part was mucho importante.
Following this, Forge used his cellphone to contact one of the teachers directly, giving some orders on what to do with the students. With Candice, Storm, and Kurt busy - somebody had to do it.
It wouldn't be business as usual for the school, but the kids should at least not be detained much longer. He gave them all access to the second floor - their dorms and the rec room.
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Post by lixer on Sept 19, 2006 21:21:25 GMT -5
"Attention Students, will Joshua Foley please meet Forge in the lobby. Joshua Foley meet Forge in the lobby."
It had been a rough couple of weeks for Foley. After the Baltimore incident he'd gone home, as planned, and everything had gone downhill from there, as expected. Don made good on his threat to try and kill the golden boy, leaving Josh alive only due to his mutation. His girlfriend had broken up with him (that wasn't so bad, he was pretty sure she'd been cheating on him with Don anyways), and most of his friends ignored his presense. His mother then freaked out, throwing a fit of tears and guilt his way, and Josh realized he had no where else to go except back to the school that had already offered him a place.
So a week ago he packed his things, got a cab back to the mansion, and officially moved in as the resident healer. Since then he'd been put to work healing a dozen or so minor injuries and learning the ropes of the school life. So it came as no surprise to him when his name sounded over the intercom with an address to the lobby. Another poor chap probably blew something up on accident with powers he couldn't yet control.
"Right there, boss," he said to himself and set down the video game controller. He jogged down the hall to the stairs, and called a hey down as he descended, wondering who was hurt and why there was a rather large dent in the foyer floor.
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