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Post by angel on Jan 7, 2007 5:04:18 GMT -5
"Ali," he broke into a jog to reach her more quickly, eyes roaming over her face with concern obvious on his.
She wasn't holding her powers in. That wasn't a bad thing, but he was a little disconcerted by it, since she'd never really done it before. Warren chewed on his bottom lip as he reached her, cocking his head to one side slightly in an expression that was reminiscent of an owl examining something curious.
"What was all that about? People are panicking, there's chaos everywhere, that guy..." But it wasn't just what the director had said that was on his mind. It had looked like a publicity stunt, her announcement of her mutation, but with everything that had happened afterwards that wasn't likely to be what people remembered.
"We... should probably get you out of here, up to the roof or something, we can talk to the police once everyone is out of there and people aren't running around all crazy still." He looked distinctly uncomfortable as he ran his fingers through his hair; Warren didn't believe that Alison was involved with terrorist activities, but he could see how some people might. It had looked pretty bad, everything that had happened.
"Are you alright?"
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Post by Alison Blaire on Jan 7, 2007 8:48:36 GMT -5
Alison squeezed her eyes shut at the thought of speaking with the police. This whole thing was such a nightmare. 'I'll be such a laughingstock to everyone.'
"Are you alright?"
"No," she answered definitively as she turned, scanning the room, before stepping out and shutting the door. "Eric, he--he knew. I don't know how, but he found out I'm a mutant."
She looked to Warren once again, though he wouldn't be able to see her eyes through the light, and in fact it would probably be a bit like staring at the sun to look her in the eyes. "I always knew he kind of liked me, but...he came in my room and told me that if I didn't swear to love him forever and marry him, that he'd tell everyone that I'm a mutant and pull the movie from ever showing."
She started to move towards the exit down the hall. "So I had to tell everyone. I had to. But he still ruined it..." When they reached the door, Alison stopped, leaning against the wall and resting her forehead and a hand on it. She closed her eyes, and in a few moments, the glow of her skin faded away until it was completely gone. She straightened, her hand falling from the wall, and turned to Warren once more. Her eyes were no longer aglow either. "Alright..."
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Post by angel on Jan 7, 2007 22:58:42 GMT -5
"Wow, ok, that's really creepy. I hate to say this, Ali, but... I mean, it's going to be his word against yours, he didn't send any notes or anything that you kept, anything that pointed toward him being a bit... Of a weirdo? I mean, don't a lot of stalker types go to great pains to make sure that the person they're fixated with isn't with anyone else? What if he's set something up to try to frame you or something?"
Hmmm. That probably wasn't helping much. Warren reached out for her hand, drew her into his arms for a comforting hug. "It's going to be alright, everything will get straightened out soon enough, I'm sure." But he was still thinking that maybe they should call Cameron sometime just to explain the situation and see what they should do.
Now wasn't really the time to mention how much of a publicity stunt her revelation had looked like, either.
"Do you have your cellphone with you?" His was, as always, in his pocket - though there'd been a bit of an argument with the stylist about it, Warren had refused to leave it behind. So long as he had that, he was always fine, could always get anything else he needed.
"First thing I want to do is get you somewhere away from all these people who are scared and could react badly. I don't know if someone has called the police yet, but that would probably be a good idea too. Then I'm going to go and see how everything is going down here, make sure Paige and Bobby have things under control. What do you think? Do you know anywhere that we can go that you'll be safe?" He didn't want to take her out of the building if possible, just in case someone had called the cops and he got shot down as a terrorist or something. But surely there had to be somewhere around here that she could lock herself in and calmly wait things out. Warren just didn't think that having her come back out to the theatre would be the best idea just yet.
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Post by Alison Blaire on Jan 8, 2007 9:41:28 GMT -5
Alison put her hands on Warren's side when he gave her a comforting hug, without the energy or will or whatever it was that was missing from her, and had been since Erik had made his demands clear, that was making her feel so down-hearted. When he parted from her, she opened her bag and searched for her cell phone.
" What do you think? Do you know anywhere that we can go that you'll be safe?"
She paused, drawing her hand from her bag after fishing her cell phone out of it at his request. "Um...My dressing room?" she suggested, feeling about as helpful as a piece of toast would have been to them at that moment. She wasn't suited for this kind of disaster, she didn't know what to do.
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Post by angel on Jan 9, 2007 7:07:49 GMT -5
Leaving Alison in her dressing room with instructions to call him if anything happened, Warren returned to the theatre to find that almost everyone was gone now, and Paige was standing there in her steel form holding an unconcious and bruised Eric what's-his-face. He wondered for a moment what the cops would think of that; it turned out that they were going to find out soon. He could already hear the sirens.
It took quite a while to tell the police exactly what had happened and prove that they weren't a group of mutant terrorists - Bobby's recent trip to hotel-prison probably didn't help that one much, but eventually they all got it sorted out so that they weren't going to be spending any time in prison at least; that seemed like a win to Warren. Of course, there were all sorts of possibilities, so he was planning on calling Cameron as soon as they got the chance, just to make sure that they'd done the right thing.
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"So," Warren said, looking thoughtfully at Alison, "did you want me to take you home, then? It's probably going to be pretty crazy there for a while, I wouldn't be surprised if there's photographers staking the place out already." They were still in the theatre; allowed to leave, thankfully, but he really didn't know what Alison was going to do. It had been a long night, but he was reasonably sure that there was still a crowd of reporters outside waiting for them; he was definitely planning on leaving via the roof rather than the front door. Still, she might have preferred to actually face them and tell her story - he really didn't know, so asking seemed like the safest path.
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Post by Alison Blaire on Jan 10, 2007 15:19:25 GMT -5
Alison nodded slowly at Warren's statement that the paparazzi would be flocking outside her apartment. She'd already thought of it - all she'd done was think since Warren had left. "No, I think I'm just going to let my publicist issue a statement..." It was the easiest way to deal with it.
In fact, she had already spoken to her publicist. Her statement was probably being given to a whole slew of news reporters as they spoke.
"I think...I need to just lay low for a couple days. Cause to be honest, I really don't want to deal with going in and out of my apartment and around town, with all the cameras looking for me."
She paused, lifting her eyes to look at Warren. "The school you live at...I know its not a hotel. But do you think I could stay there just for a couple of days?" She respected the fact that it was a school, and not knowing how it worked, she didn't want to intrude. But she didn't have any other alternatives, nothing short of 'vacationing' (aka, hiding out) in some other country for a couple days. Which was really no fun by oneself, and also really no fun when your career was falling apart.
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Post by angel on Jan 12, 2007 8:36:35 GMT -5
"Um." He didn't exactly want to talk for Storm, but... "Well, they took me in when I just showed up on their doorstep, so I'm sure it'll be fine." It was true. He'd flown across the country (which hadn't exactly been fun) and just walked in the door; but they seemed to welcome him just fine.
Sometimes it made him worry, how readily they accepted anyone in. Especially without a fully trained telepath around... Mystique's infiltration had proved just what could happen now.
"Well... I mean this is the nicest way possible, but... I just think we should be covert about it. So that the school doesn't end up with cameras all around the place, not everyone there is out as mutants. So, if I give you a ride, we'll go up above the clouds for a while, just in case people are watching to see if we leave the same way we arrived... It gets cold up there, and sometimes damp. Did you want to stop at your place first and get a few things?"
Because he knew how annoying it could be leaving with nothing but the clothes on your back. And he imagined that it would be doubly annoying for her, not being able to just go down to the store and buy new stuff without attracting attention.
It didn't even occur to him that some people didn't have the luxury of just going and buying new things. He was used to a certain lifestyle, and there were a lot of times that he took it for granted.
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Post by Alison Blaire on Jan 12, 2007 10:06:26 GMT -5
Alison nodded, both in full agreement to Warren's idea that they travel above the clouds (she'd thought that flying was as amazing as it got, but thinking of flying above the clouds...she marvelled at the prospect), and in answer to his question. "Yeah. I could just get, like..."
Dazzler thought for a moment, her eyes training on a spot on the table. How was she supposed to fit enough of her stuff into something Warren would be able to carry through the air? It would have to be no bigger than a backpack. And the amount of things that were absolutely neccessary to day-to-day life definently did not all fit in one backpack. Her toiletries alone would fill a backpack, and that was just the basic stuff; hair brush, shampoo, conditioner, body wash, face wash, deoderant, shaving cream, etc. That was excluding her blowdryer, her hair products, her lotions, straightener, her curling iron, and her endless supply of make-up. Those she could live without if she had to.
And that was just toiletries. What about clothes? Even if she had a whole backpack to fit clothes into, that would still not even be enough for a week's worth of clothes. And shoes? One pair?!
"Um...how much can I bring with me?" she asked, lifting her eyes to meet Warren's. She knew that it might be a little bit frivilous - and it truly only seemed slightly so to her - but it was important.
Oh, well. They could figure it out when they got there. "Okay, well...I'm ready when you are," she said heavily, though she was trying her best not to be depressing. She'd forced herself to stop crying before calling her publicist, for her own pride and to keep the slight possibility of any word of her emotions getting out to the press. "And...thanks," she said, looking to Warren again as she stood. "I really appreciate...everything. And I'm sorry, I know you didn't come here to clean up after my mess."
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Post by angel on Jan 14, 2007 2:05:49 GMT -5
His eyebrows shot up at the question about how much she could bring - if they were going to be flying, the question was not so much weight as how it was going to be carried. "Whatever you can carry yourself without making things awkward for me. No suitcases. Maybe a backpack or two. We can come back for more stuff later, or go shopping if need be."
With a smile for her thanks, Warren pushed himself up and offered Alison his hand. "Don't worry about it." It wasn't like she'd intended to make the evening go this way. "That's what friends do, right? They help out." He started leading her toward a set of stairs that he thought led to the roof.
"It's all going to be ok, Ali. You'll see." Things always worked out in the end. It could just look bleak for a while first.
[And... end.]
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