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Post by scarletwitch on Feb 19, 2011 10:18:29 GMT 2
Wanda was tired she had finally gotten rid of this cold. she felt strange the mental attack had done something but what? she had no idea what that man had done to her. She walked in to the rec room it was quiet thank good most of the kids were pains to say the least. She walked towards one of the chairs and sat down. her feet had been killing her. Normally she would of gone straight to her room but this was closer.
After the fight she had been told why she was one of the first to be taken out. It made sense really remove the biggest threat first. She was shocked they removed that boy he was wet behind the ears at the best. She felt some thing jump in to her lap it was her cat. As much as she hated that cat and threatened it, she knew it would always be there at the right moment for her. She ran her hand threw its fur as it made noises of contentment.
She had always wondered why her familiar had chosen this form of all the ones he could of but that was life. she looked to the T.v then she looked for the remote and it was not there. she could use magic but then the trick was to know not to use it for simple things. She stood up the cat leaped of her lap with meow of complaint. she bent over lifting cushions up trying to find it.
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Post by lorna on Feb 23, 2011 4:21:00 GMT 2
They had been back from the mission on Cable's Island for several days now and in that time, life had gotten all crazy for the young green haired woman. Since then, she'd trained with Cable (which turned out to be all sorts of interesting), had been offered a job there at the mansion working with the students and had confronted Magneto about her paternity. To say that hadn't gone over very well would have been like saying the Titanic had been a little rowboat. She was still recovering slightly from that encounter.
The snow had cleared somewhat and Lorna had taken advantage of that fact. Dressed in skintight jogging pants, a pair of jogging shorts over them, a moisture wicking short sleeved shirt and a hooded sweatshirt, she had taken off from the mansion with intentions of jogging to Salem Center and back. Her emerald hair was pulled back in a ponytail that bobbed as she moved and earbuds were firmly in place as an eclectic mixture of music poured forth from her iPod. It was one of the few things she'd spent a lot of money on and she was super cautious not to accidentally overload it with her powers. Too many cellphones had met their untimely deaths in her hands. Literally.
Two hours later, she returned to the mansion, breathing heavily but feeling rather amazing. Grabbing her towel off the porch, she dried herself off as best she could as she walked from the entry way and into the kitchen to fetch a bottle of cold water. Luckily, the one with her name on it was still there. It was amazing how no one would touch a bottle that was already open and a small amount taken out of it. It was secret she'd learned quickly living there over the last few years.
On her way back to her room, she passed the rec room and watched as a familiar head of dark hair ducked in front of the couch. What was Wanda doing? Curiosity got the better of her and she walked into the room.
“Lose something?” she asked as she approached the sofa.
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Post by scarletwitch on Mar 11, 2011 0:01:50 GMT 2
"yes the dam Remote. It seams to be one of those natural laws you can not just fight. I positive there is an Imp or some thing that dose this." Wanda had not spoken to many people since she got back from the island. She was still working out what Cable had done to her but Strange had said what ever it was it was a good thing.
"so how are you?" she did not know what to say to the woman about all of this there was a chance that she was her sister. The fight on cable base had taken the toll on all of them.
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Post by lorna on Mar 13, 2011 6:45:56 GMT 2
Wanda informed her that she was looking for the remote and then blamed it on imps. Lorna couldn't help but laugh at that, really. She knew a little bit about her...sister's powers but not too much and mostly what she heard around the mansion was merely hearsay and not substantial at all.
“I think the only imps around here are teenagers,” she replied with a laugh. Because really, men and teenagers both had reputations for losing remotes. Although in her observations, men tended to just hoard it so that they could watch something else during commercials or turn the channel the instant something got interesting. Her father had always been a master at doing that and she remembered many times when her mother had argued with him to stop changing the channel.
The dark haired woman asked how she was and Lorna sighed softly. “Hanging in there,” she admitted, spying a dark piece of plastic sticking out of the bottom of the couch.
Walking over to it, Lorna pulled it out and handed the newly found remote to Wanda. “How about you? I heard that something happened between you and Cable.”
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