Post by Aurora on Oct 1, 2006 13:02:37 GMT -5
Mystique wrestled the young woman into the building, Gill kindly pushing the button to open the doors.
"Jeanne-Marie. It's okay. Calm down..." she said repeatedly, both in French and English as she dragged her down the hallway.
"Pyro! Python! Ugh..." she finally got frustrated and grabbed the girl by the hair, yanking her head back to arch her spine. It made it much harder to struggle. "Move forward, woman."
Where in the hell WAS Pyro?
Wrapping a leg around Jeanne-Marie's waist and leaning back against the wall, she pushed the code for a bedroom door with a now freed hand and nudged it open.
Forcing the smaller woman into the room, she pushed her onto the bed. "Stay there. When you calm down, we'll talk." Backing out of the room, she almost slammed the door.
Taking a deep breath and letting it out in a sigh, she shook her head.
As soon as Mystique let go of her, Jeanne-Marie stood and ran for the door. But before she could reach it, it shut and locked in her face. She tried the door handle, then pounded her palm against the door, her sobs clear from the hallway outise. She gave up as the pounding on her head grew worse, and she felt her strength leaving her as the adrenaline dissapated.
She pushed away from the door and went back to the bed, crawling onto it and collapsing. She gathered the sheets into a bundle and hugged them to her chest as she continued to cry loudly.
Walking back inside after her talk with the Juggernaut, her cheeks still pink, Angie headed to the kitchen to put down his coffee-bucket and frowned as she heard a door slamming.
While a certain amount of noise was usual for the base, and they did have new recruits - er, new recruit - that weren't necessarily the same as everyone else, Genosha was generally pretty peaceful.
The only one that made that kind of noise was Aurora, really, and she wasn't normally a door-slammer. Mirror-smasher, screamer, sure. Door-slammer, not so much.
With the kind of curiosity that would be dangerous in a less safe environment - Captain Obvious to the rescue! - Angie wandered out toward the sound of the noise. To find Mystique shaking her head outside of a locked room.
Her first thought was that Pyro had gone off the deep end again.
Followed by the thought that Python would probably have been involved if that was the case.
The next thought made her cheeks go pink again, and she pushed them back quickly.
"Is everything ok?"
If there had been another fight, it was entirely possible that someone was hurt and she'd actually be useful. Which was a terrible way to think of it, but still. If there wasn't anything wrong, well - at least she'd asked. Couldn't be faulted for that.
Mystique was relieved to hear the young voice. Not because Angie had any talents that could come to the rescue, but because she was willing to be the girl had experienced Jeanne-Marie before.
"Have you ever dealt with Aurora's... friend?"
She put her hands on her hips, looking irritated, but determined.
"I had to force her in there... I don't know how to get Aurora back out again and Jeanne-Marie just wants to call me a demon." She didn't sound offended by that- after all, she'd heard things like that all her life.
"Oh!"
So that's what it was. It took a moment for Angie to be able to respond, and she realised that she probably looked quite stupid just standing there.
"No, but Aurora has told me about her. You did the right thing - she asked me to kill her if her other half took over in Baltimore, didn't want to be cured."
Thinking for a moment, Angie frowned.
"I know Aurora first came out when she used her powers, so maybe I can convince her to use them or something?"
That could be a very stupid suggestion, though, considering what Aurora had done in Baltimore.
"Is she... hurt?"
Though the young Australian didn't mean to imply anything, she did want to know if Aurora needed help after Mystique had forced her into the room. Things like that didn't always go well, after all, and last time her other personality had come out, there had been mirror smashing and all.
Jane touched her raw skin gently. Underneath the thin layer of red, which had come off as easily as the green - what, was she an Everlasting Gobstopper now? - she'd been... white. Well, not white; pale. Skin-colored. After having scrubbed herself down the first time she'd given up on sticking to green, since obviously her body had other ideas, and had gotten a handful of sand to get the rest of the dead skin off. It was cheaper than pumice and all over the island, and it was no skin of her vines' nose to scoop some up and elevate it to her window so she didn't have to go blotchily down to the beach in her towel. Win-win situation.
Except that now her skin was a fair shell-pink mixed with creamy white, a throwback to her long-ago Slavic heritage. Her hair had straightened out of a sudden as well, dirty-blonde and manageable. It was the middle of summer. It wasn't supposed to be manageable until -
Suddenly it hit her. They'd crossed the equator.
Stopping dead in a doorway of her room, Jane burst out laughing at herself.
Thank God she hadn't contracted some random mutant disease, anyway. She really didn't want to die yet. And if winter was here already, she could emerge out onto the mainland and go buy herself some clothes that actually fit.
Despite the whole... Dead Man thing, her day was looking up. She should go find Angie so she could get the chunk of him out of her, and then she'd be fine. Except for the memory of the almost-kiss that would haunt her dreams until she died, but not in the good way.
Stepping out into the hallway, Jane found that she didn't have to go far; she heard voices around the slight bend that was the quarters-hall, and she trotted down it to find Angie and Mystique standing in front of a shut and locked door, talking.
Not a good sign. It looked like the kind of locked where someone was inside.
Pulling her for-once-smooth hair over one shoulder and threading her fingers through it now that they actually slid through, Jane quickened her pace over to the two women.
"Hey," she said. "Pyro crack up again?"
"Jeanne-Marie. It's okay. Calm down..." she said repeatedly, both in French and English as she dragged her down the hallway.
"Pyro! Python! Ugh..." she finally got frustrated and grabbed the girl by the hair, yanking her head back to arch her spine. It made it much harder to struggle. "Move forward, woman."
Where in the hell WAS Pyro?
Wrapping a leg around Jeanne-Marie's waist and leaning back against the wall, she pushed the code for a bedroom door with a now freed hand and nudged it open.
Forcing the smaller woman into the room, she pushed her onto the bed. "Stay there. When you calm down, we'll talk." Backing out of the room, she almost slammed the door.
Taking a deep breath and letting it out in a sigh, she shook her head.
As soon as Mystique let go of her, Jeanne-Marie stood and ran for the door. But before she could reach it, it shut and locked in her face. She tried the door handle, then pounded her palm against the door, her sobs clear from the hallway outise. She gave up as the pounding on her head grew worse, and she felt her strength leaving her as the adrenaline dissapated.
She pushed away from the door and went back to the bed, crawling onto it and collapsing. She gathered the sheets into a bundle and hugged them to her chest as she continued to cry loudly.
Walking back inside after her talk with the Juggernaut, her cheeks still pink, Angie headed to the kitchen to put down his coffee-bucket and frowned as she heard a door slamming.
While a certain amount of noise was usual for the base, and they did have new recruits - er, new recruit - that weren't necessarily the same as everyone else, Genosha was generally pretty peaceful.
The only one that made that kind of noise was Aurora, really, and she wasn't normally a door-slammer. Mirror-smasher, screamer, sure. Door-slammer, not so much.
With the kind of curiosity that would be dangerous in a less safe environment - Captain Obvious to the rescue! - Angie wandered out toward the sound of the noise. To find Mystique shaking her head outside of a locked room.
Her first thought was that Pyro had gone off the deep end again.
Followed by the thought that Python would probably have been involved if that was the case.
The next thought made her cheeks go pink again, and she pushed them back quickly.
"Is everything ok?"
If there had been another fight, it was entirely possible that someone was hurt and she'd actually be useful. Which was a terrible way to think of it, but still. If there wasn't anything wrong, well - at least she'd asked. Couldn't be faulted for that.
Mystique was relieved to hear the young voice. Not because Angie had any talents that could come to the rescue, but because she was willing to be the girl had experienced Jeanne-Marie before.
"Have you ever dealt with Aurora's... friend?"
She put her hands on her hips, looking irritated, but determined.
"I had to force her in there... I don't know how to get Aurora back out again and Jeanne-Marie just wants to call me a demon." She didn't sound offended by that- after all, she'd heard things like that all her life.
"Oh!"
So that's what it was. It took a moment for Angie to be able to respond, and she realised that she probably looked quite stupid just standing there.
"No, but Aurora has told me about her. You did the right thing - she asked me to kill her if her other half took over in Baltimore, didn't want to be cured."
Thinking for a moment, Angie frowned.
"I know Aurora first came out when she used her powers, so maybe I can convince her to use them or something?"
That could be a very stupid suggestion, though, considering what Aurora had done in Baltimore.
"Is she... hurt?"
Though the young Australian didn't mean to imply anything, she did want to know if Aurora needed help after Mystique had forced her into the room. Things like that didn't always go well, after all, and last time her other personality had come out, there had been mirror smashing and all.
Jane touched her raw skin gently. Underneath the thin layer of red, which had come off as easily as the green - what, was she an Everlasting Gobstopper now? - she'd been... white. Well, not white; pale. Skin-colored. After having scrubbed herself down the first time she'd given up on sticking to green, since obviously her body had other ideas, and had gotten a handful of sand to get the rest of the dead skin off. It was cheaper than pumice and all over the island, and it was no skin of her vines' nose to scoop some up and elevate it to her window so she didn't have to go blotchily down to the beach in her towel. Win-win situation.
Except that now her skin was a fair shell-pink mixed with creamy white, a throwback to her long-ago Slavic heritage. Her hair had straightened out of a sudden as well, dirty-blonde and manageable. It was the middle of summer. It wasn't supposed to be manageable until -
Suddenly it hit her. They'd crossed the equator.
Stopping dead in a doorway of her room, Jane burst out laughing at herself.
Thank God she hadn't contracted some random mutant disease, anyway. She really didn't want to die yet. And if winter was here already, she could emerge out onto the mainland and go buy herself some clothes that actually fit.
Despite the whole... Dead Man thing, her day was looking up. She should go find Angie so she could get the chunk of him out of her, and then she'd be fine. Except for the memory of the almost-kiss that would haunt her dreams until she died, but not in the good way.
Stepping out into the hallway, Jane found that she didn't have to go far; she heard voices around the slight bend that was the quarters-hall, and she trotted down it to find Angie and Mystique standing in front of a shut and locked door, talking.
Not a good sign. It looked like the kind of locked where someone was inside.
Pulling her for-once-smooth hair over one shoulder and threading her fingers through it now that they actually slid through, Jane quickened her pace over to the two women.
"Hey," she said. "Pyro crack up again?"
