<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4500">Holly followed Sniper in an awed silence. She was captivated by the size of the mansion and its grounds. It looked like a nice place to live, and she wondered why on earth she hadn't just come with the people who had offered her shelter in the first place. Then again...her and Sniper might have become enemies rather then whatever it was they were...she couldn't quite say friends, she felt more strongly for him then that. Either way, she supposed things happened the way they had for a reason. <br/>
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She was so lost in her thoughts that she almost bumped into Sniper when he stopped to knock on the tall doors. <br/>
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They weren't left waiting long before a woman, the same woman who had spoken to Holly and Sniper the night before, answered the door. </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#dcdcdc">Storm looked over Sniper, her gaze slightly frosted. She recognized him as the man who broke into the school. And then her gaze drifted back to Holly and her eyes widened slightly, her face taking on a more concerned look. The poor girl looked as if she'd been beaten. And knowing that Magneto had been after her last night that was a very good possibility. <br/>
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“Come in.” She said, opening the door wider and stepping aside to allow them entrance. </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4500">Holly remembered just how bad she looked when the woman's gaze turned concerned upon seeing her. She realized she still hadn't been able to wash the small dribble of blood on her chin, and her face was still bruised. Hopefully they had some kind of infirmary here. She also needed her ribs bound to keep them from healing wrong.</span>