Post by Storm on Jul 17, 2006 4:19:09 GMT -5
In the early hours of the morning, Ororo was asleep in her top-floor room. It was warm out, and she liked wearing as little as possible; tonight she was clad in nothing but a white cotton tanktop and panties, with a light blanket strewn over her. Her white hair fanned out haphazardly on the pillow.
She may have been dreaming of Africa, or of flying, or of holding someone's hand...
ATTENTION… ALL X-MEN PLEASE REPORT TO THE MEDICAL LABORATORY IMMEDIATELY. REPEAT: ALL X-MEN TO THE MEDICAL LAB IMMEDIATELY.
Ten minutes before her alarm clock was set to ring, an unnatural female voice blared through the seldom-used loudspeaker above her bed. Her heart leapt into her throat and her eyes snapped open as she jolted nearly off the mattress. As the message finished she stared up in wonderment at the speaker.
What in the world...??
In a rush of rudely-awoken adrenaline, Ororo threw back her covers and moved to her dresser. She slipped into a pair of tight black sweatpants, ran her fingers through her hair, and thrust her feet into a nearby pair of flat beaded sandals.
Throwing her door open, she tried to close it quietly behind her, but the slam still rattled a few windows.
Storm strode down the hall towards the stairs at top speed - feet barely touching the floor - apprehension to the point of fear rising in her chest.
[Con't in Medical Lab: "In the Lab"]
She may have been dreaming of Africa, or of flying, or of holding someone's hand...
ATTENTION… ALL X-MEN PLEASE REPORT TO THE MEDICAL LABORATORY IMMEDIATELY. REPEAT: ALL X-MEN TO THE MEDICAL LAB IMMEDIATELY.
Ten minutes before her alarm clock was set to ring, an unnatural female voice blared through the seldom-used loudspeaker above her bed. Her heart leapt into her throat and her eyes snapped open as she jolted nearly off the mattress. As the message finished she stared up in wonderment at the speaker.
What in the world...??
In a rush of rudely-awoken adrenaline, Ororo threw back her covers and moved to her dresser. She slipped into a pair of tight black sweatpants, ran her fingers through her hair, and thrust her feet into a nearby pair of flat beaded sandals.
Throwing her door open, she tried to close it quietly behind her, but the slam still rattled a few windows.
Storm strode down the hall towards the stairs at top speed - feet barely touching the floor - apprehension to the point of fear rising in her chest.
[Con't in Medical Lab: "In the Lab"]
