X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms
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				Title: <strong>X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>26-01-2017, 12:14:51</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms </strong></span></span></div><br><div align="center">(https://b.fastcompany.net/multisite_files/fastcompany/imagecache/slideshow_large/slideshow/2016/04/3059145-slide-s-2-why-coldwell-banker-real-estate-is-selling-the-x-mens-x-mansion.jpg)</div><br>The X-Mansion has an assortment of dormitories for students. Some are small single rooms for those who are uncomfortable or dangerous around other students at night, and others can hold up to 3-4 students. Teachers all have their own rooms which are a little larger to store their folders and work. <br><br><strong>Current Time Period:</strong> Monday 15th - Sunday 21st September, 2017<br><br><strong>Post format:</strong><br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://placeholdit.imgix.net/~text?txtsize=14&amp;txt=150%C3%97200&amp;w=150&amp;h=200)</div><strong>Name:</strong> (Either 'Superhero' name or human name, up to you)<br><strong>Location:</strong> (Where are they?)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> (At least the date, preferably a rough time of day too)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> (What characters are you speaking with or mentioning)<br><strong>Content:</strong> (What's happening? Use this to include any warnings for touchy/sensitive subjects please. 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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>26-01-2017, 18:09:49</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Ryw8S5q.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Laura Kinney | Wolverine<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm room shared between Laura, Rahne and Antoinette<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st, 2017, late morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire, Open to Netty | Marionette<br><strong>Content:</strong> Showing off her new uniform<br><hr><br>Determined, purposeful strides took Laura down the hallway through the dormitory wing of the school. Nervousness was a feeling she rarely felt for herself, but she was bristling with the stuff as she clutched a plain brown parcel in her hands, held close to her chest as if she was afraid it would be taken from her otherwise. Few things got Laura so excited, and if any telepaths had been close by, they might have heard her thoughts like it was an FM radio wave blasted to anyone that cared to listen.<br><br>Part of her jitters could be attributed to hunger. She had skipped breakfast in lieu of getting her hands on that package, as such basic needs became secondary to her new purpose that morning. In fact, when she threw open the door to her shared dormitory and smelled the breakfast lingering on Rahne's lips, she gave a low grumble of regret, already looking forward to the hugest lunch she could cobble together later in the afternoon. For now though, she looked over at her roommate, a terrifying look of excitement in her eyes and an unfamiliar smile wide on her lips. <strong>"Red. Yer' gonna wanna see this."</strong> Laura's grunted, her blunt words wouldn't have sounded unfamiliar at the lips of Logan... Which was a purposeful affectation on her part. It would have sounded weird to anyone who had known her long enough.<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/kqjg1UC.jpg)</div><br><br>After casting a glance at her roommate and friend, she saw her own bed, not left in its usual state of disarray, with blankets spread wildly as Laura sprawled and pulsed in a mess of restless limbs throughout the night and pillows out of place that had been hugged to her chest for want of something to cuddle. No, Rahne must have tidied up after her since then, and Laura couldn't put into words as to <em>why</em>, but it irked her. Something to do with her personal space, her territory... Laura still held her package as she went to sit down on her bed, and made deliberate motions with her butt to ruin the perfect symmetry of her arranged blankets and sheets. <br><br><strong>"Lookit this,"</strong> she urged again, holding out the package. Then, a silver blade slowly emerged out of the space between the middle and index finger on Laura's left hand, a dangerously sharp edge that tore easily into the paper packaging concealing her secret. The claw withdrew, the flesh of her hand parting then resealing almost immediately, and a flash of blue and yellow fabric spilled out, prompting Laura to frantically catch it before it hit the floor. <br><br><strong>"I, uhh, just need boots and a belt and it'll be ready for the field."</strong> She flipped it around her hands for a brief moment before finding the shoulders of the Wolverine uniform and held it up for her friend and roommate to appraise, a big, doofy smile on her face as she waited for the approval she craved.&nbsp; Nobody had worn the Wolverine uniform in a year... Not since Wolverine had died.
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				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>26-01-2017, 20:46:16</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/A0Kp6TK.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st, 2017, Late Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Laura Kinney | Wolverine<br><strong>Content:</strong> Being shown her friend's new uniform.<br><hr><br>The morning had started rather normally for Rahne Sinclaire.<br><br>Having always been one to rise before the sun, she had slipped out of the dorm room quietly, and from there out of the mansion. With most of the other students and the staff still asleep, or absorbed in their own morning activities, the young woman was free to do as she saw fit. And what she saw fit, was the same as she did every morning. In simple sweat pants and a long-sleeves shirt, she took her morning run around the campus. With the morning air still cool and fresh, and relatively few people around to bother her, it was her time to think and wake-up without dealing with anyone else. It was how she stayed fit and in shape, as even now, she was reluctant to go to the gym, worried about being dressed down, and hot and sweaty, in front of so many other young men and women.<br><br>Ten laps, and she returned to her room. Typically by then her roommates were up and about, and usually gone. Picking out her clothes for the day, she showered and tended to her morning rituals, before emerging ready to face the day. The new school year would be starting soon, and that meant many more people around the mansion. It was hardly as bad on her as it had been her first year there, though. In that time, she had done some growing. She had eased some fears and prejudices. Not a lot of them, but some.<br><br>After her shower, she made her bed, and left the room again to get breakfast. Noticing the curious absence of Laura at breakfast, though, who she had gotten accustomed to eating with...Maybe she could do something nice. The wilder girl had become one of her closer friends at the school, a fact likely aided by being roommates. Initially she had been afraid of the other girl. She was...intense. And Rahne's previously solitary, quiet life had prepared her for "intense." But through freak accident or divine design, they'd bumped into each other more than once (literally), had talked...and hit it off. Laura was quite nice, she had to admit, once one adapted to her rougher edges.<br><br>The fact she was also very pretty was another matter...Rahne was still dealing with that, refusing to admit to herself she might be growing attracted to her roommate. It was wrong, after all--and surely Laura would be angry to learn of such, she told herself.<br><br>Nonetheless she did something nice, and made a plate of breakfast for Laura to take back to the room. While she wasn't sure what the girl was up to, she was certain she would be hungry for missing breakfast. A plate of eggs and potatoes, and lots and lots of sausage, would likely...Well, hopefully be appreciated. So leaving that on Laura's desk, she turned to the room. Now to finish cleaning...Laura always left her section of the room a mess, so the Scottish girl was always cleaning up for her, unable to leave a mess alone. The phantom pain of a ruler over her knuckles, smacked by a nun's hand, ensured that. So she was just finished with that, the room tidy and spotless, when Laura burst into the room.<br><br>"Ah! G'morning, Laura..." she said with a nervous chuckle, hand over her chest as her friend rushed into the room. The look in her eyes sent a chill, or maybe a thrill, down her spine, and she quickly moved out of the girl's way. "Ah missed you at breakfast. Made ye a plate, if ye be hungry..." she offered, cheeks a bit red. Her Scottish brogue was as heavy then as it had been her first day there. Though as the girl ruffled up her bed, in some pathological need to see it messy, Rahne just sighed and shook her head. Laura was going to be the death of her, she just knew it...But she was long past trying to protest.<br><br>Instead, she tilted her head curiously, and watched as the girl opened her package. And when the costume was revealed, and held up, her eyes widened in surprise. She knew Laura fought on the X-Men team, and she knew the girl was very, very good at what she did. She knew a bit of the history about Wolverine, the old one and the new-old one. And she knew the importance the man had for Laura. So seeing the costume, and seeing the goofy smile and excitement Laura had...<br><br>"Wow...Laura, that looks so cool!" she said, smiling, looking her friend up and down, imagining the yellow and blue spandex on--Bah Rahne! "Who y'get to make that? Ah think Ah might be kind of jealous...So, should Ah be calling you Wolv'rine now?" she said, smiling at her. It wasn't often she saw Laura so exited--it was kind of extremely adorable. "Well...What ye waiting for? Try it on!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>26-01-2017, 22:11:07</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Ryw8S5q.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Laura Kinney | Wolverine<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm room shared between Laura, Rahne and Antoinette<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st, 2017, late morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire, Netty | Marionette<br><strong>Content:</strong> Changing into her new uniform... (Non-sexual nudity)<br><hr><br>The mention of breakfast turned Laura's head, some of her visible enthusiasm lost and replaced with longing and hunger. Sometimes Rahne Sinclaire puzzled her, the way she interfered with Laura's things and tried to take care of her. Years ago she might have met Rahne with hostility, demanding to know what her deal was, but as she acclimated to Xavier's school, she slowly began to trust people more and more. Just because she wasn't openly suspicious about Rahne didn't mean her friend wasn't any less confusing... Still, she was grateful for the heaping plate of potatoes, eggs and sausage prepared for her. <strong>"Appreciate it, Red."</strong><br><br>The Wolverine uniform revealed to her roommate, Rahne had a flurry of questions for her, and Laura's face hurt from smiling so hard. It wasn't often the two girls found common ground, but those moments of connection were fantastic, and Laura, in one breath, stammered out her answers. <strong>"Jean Grey, she likes designing and sewing stuff. You should ask her to make you one, just like this, but something more your color,"</strong> she teased, though Laura wasn't color-coordinated enough to know Rahne's colors, if she had any. Laura thought the blue and yellow spandex looked neat because... It was what Logan wore. For her, it was not about looking good, but stepping into the shoes of her father, and making him proud.<br><br>The young mutant's gaze went long as she spent a moment thinking about Logan, and how much she missed him. The Logan in her school, the history teacher, he was... Too different. From another time, and though he remembered Laura and her life, she didn't remember him. Even though he acted much the same as her father, he was changed. It wasn't good enough for her, and she spent as little time around the old man as she could manage.<br><br><strong>"Never had like, a code name or anything before. Yeah, call me Wolverine."</strong> Her voice was a low whisper, and lacked the gruffness that typically inflected her tone. The somberness passed after a moment, a creeping grin rising on her lips once more, and she gave a couple shallow nods as Rahne wanted to see Laura try the uniform on.<br><br>She stood off of her bed, and began to undress. At first, it was innocuous, kicking off her boots and peeling away her socks, nothing that would make Rahne think twice. <strong>"Technically I haven't tried it on yet, but Jean said she took some kind of... Image of me in her head, and made sure it would fit."</strong> Laura shrugged as if she didn't care to know the specifics, and then her shrugging shoulders raised as she reached her arms up to grip the collar of her t-shirt and began to pull it up and over her head. Laura's upper half was exposed save for her bra, a plain, ugly athletic top that she'd been reluctantly made to wear as her breasts grew larger as she became an adult. Her arms, shoulders, stomach were all strong and well-defined with muscle, her young body weaponized at a young age and maintained by constant activity.<br><br>Laura wasn't on guard for Rahne's horrified expression, staring at her feet as she methodically stripped in front of her roommate. She hesitated before unsnapping her bra, wanting to see how comfortable her uniform was without it. Next, the mutant grabbed the draw-string tied at the front of her shorts and yanked until the knot came loose; The waist-band slackened and she allowed her shorts to shimmy down her legs, opting to keep her panties on.<br><br><strong>"Hmm, okay, how..."</strong> Laura grumbled, holding her costume up in front of her, glancing momentarily at Rahne before she began to pull the top of the uniform over her heat. Her arms were halfway into her sleeves when she sensed someone approaching their door; Laura froze, sniffing the air loudly, trying to determine the source of an unfamiliar scent. She might have popped her claws if they hadn't been in the safety of the Xavier school, but a low, throaty growl rumbled from her as she turned to stare at the door, watching apprehensively with her uniform halfway pulled over her head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>26-01-2017, 22:52:22</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/patrick-stewart-professor-xavier-x-men.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Charles Xavier<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headmaster's Office<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd 2017, mid morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Content:</strong> Waiting for a student to arrive for a meeting <br><hr><br>The Headmaster's office was perhaps one of the most quaint rooms in the entire mansion. The door was ornately crafted from oak, lovingly carved and well looked after. Once inside there was a thick, soft carpet leading up to a large but modest desk. Nothing about the room was extravagant, no jewels, gems or precious metals in sight. There were a few old books across the desk, along with pencils and papers. Scrawled notes were splayed across the leather inlaid writing surface, looking like the ravings of a mad man to most onlookers. Of course most made little sense to Charles himself, but often things came to him as a concept that couldn't quite be fully realised. <br><br>Just behind him there stood a large, carved globe. It was made of a pale pine, but framed by a beautiful stand of dark Brazilian Rosewood. The contrast was elegant, and although he never used it he enjoyed it as an ornament. Each wall was lined, almost completely floor to ceiling, by towering bookcases. Primarily scientific tomes, although they also included several pieces of literature he enjoyed and a full Encyclopedia Britannica. He wanted to avoid the appearance of a true office, and so the tones were almost always warm, earthy reds. It seemed naturally cozy and bright to visit, and he found most students seemed very comfortable and relaxed to visit him, even if they were initially nervous. <br><br>Charles sat calmly awaiting the visit from Rahne with a faint smile. It would be lovely to see her again, although of course she'd been around during the breaks he'd had less meetings with her. It seemed her powers were only unreliable enough to constitute a risk when there were more people around her. But of course, now everyone else was here again. And he certainly couldn't let her lose control.<br><br>He felt a little distaste when he was forced to peer within her vulnerable mind as he did to make certain she was still restrained and contained. But still, she gave him full permission, and he tried his best to avoid seeking those parts of her self that she would rather remained her own. Delving into her psychi and restricting her powers had been a unique experience for Charles, somewhat akin to doing physical battle with the beast itself. Fortunately, when the playing ground was within the mind, Charles had no true peers. <br><br>He lifted a heavy book from his desk, flicking his hands across the lightly dusted pages. Far too long without reading this, he chided himself. He took a few brief seconds to blow a little of the dust away and then closed his eyes. It took some effort, but eventually the voices stopped. He could always faintly overhear a chattering sound within the school, as it alerted him instantly to any thoughts of anger or aggression on the grounds. But for a brief moment he had complete silence, and began to refresh his memory. Apparently, the topic of the day was Amphibians. Biology had long been a favourite of his, and he felt the key to understanding a great deal of mutant kind lay in the animals around them. Clouding his mind had the added bonus of not allowing him to be tempted to see where his visitor might be, avoiding having to attempt feigning surprise. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>26-01-2017, 23:30:55</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/PawLRBy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Antoinette 'Netty' Laveau | Marionette<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st, 2017 Late Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne &amp; Laura<br><strong>Content:</strong> Comedic shock<br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">A new day, a new year. That was the pep talk Netty gave herself that very morning. The past school year was a hit or miss for her. She lived in her own dorm, kind of secluded and didn't really talk to many of the other students. For her, that was a good thing. It meant concentrating on school and doing the right thing. Just a few of the things she didn't have the privilege of doing before Xavier found her out in the slums. Thing was, Netty never really thought of herself as much of a student or learner - but the intelligence was definitely there.<br><br>This semester was a bit different, she would have roommates for the very first time. It was somewhat of a push for her, mainly to get her talking to other students. Betty didn't want to be branded the school loner or weirdo. Well, technically - they were all weirdo's right? That was thing, people were people, and not everyone felt as equal as the next. It wasn't that Netty wanted to distance herself on purpose, but there was never any real reason to put herself out there. Afraid of getting hurt, ridiculed, and bunch of other negative bullshit. Interesting enough, she was an out-going sort. Somehow, that wasn't enough to attract friends - of any sort. <br><br>Well, she talked to a few professors here or there, but that was the extent of it all.<br><br>Now came the time to approach her demons, open the door and introduce herself. That was to say, if anyone was going to be there. Two other girls, that was all she knew. Netty didn't care for the finer details - that would ruin all the fun of getting to know on another. As nervous as she was, she went for it. Hand on the knob - turn - and in she went. <br><br>Well, that was one hell of a sight.<br><br>The dreadlocked, sable skinned girl had the shocking view of a naked girl getting dress. Muscled, sort of pale, and dark hair. If it was going to be that sort of dorm room, she was all about it. The initial shock had her standing in the door way, that was when she realized it wasn't based to keep the door wide open. Realizing this, she walked in - closing it gently behind her.<br><br><strong>"Uh.."</strong> How the hell was one supposed to introduce herself in the middle of that sort of craziness? Not that she minded. Netty had a preference for women - not that it was common knowledge or anything. Dropping her luggage near the door, unsure of which bed was hers. She tried again. <strong>"The name is...Antoinette or Netty if you want...I guess this is how certain people greet each other...nakedness.."</strong> a sort of sly smirk moved the corner of her thick lipped mouth.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>26-01-2017, 23:48:33</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://blogs.psychcentral.com/creative-mind/files/2013/08/EmmaWatson5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headmaster's Office<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd 2017, Mid Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charles Xavier<br><strong>Content:</strong> Arriving exactly on time for her meeting.<br><hr><br>Rahne was having a rough morning. A very rough, very sleepy, very troubled morning. So, naturally, it was that morning that she had to meet with the Professor to have the mental blocks he had put in for her were still active. Even a year later, she still felt bad for bothering him so. A man such as he had so many other important tasks to do, and so little time to do them. Tending to her because of her fear, a fear of not only herself but what she might do, had to be a waste of his time even if he never said anything. But if she lost control again, like when her powers first manifested, and she hurt someone...<br><br>It wasn't that masses of people threatened to trigger her. She was fine with crowds. It was merely the particular kind of crowd she was surrounded by, and while over the last year she had started to reconcile her faith with the world she lived in, she was still challenged at times. But while she knew that God wouldn't give her a test she couldn't overcome, it was difficult at times. And she had been doing well! Very well. She had a dear friend, she was doing well in her classes, and she was slowly embracing her powers.<br><br>But then, yesterday had happened...<br><br>Laura was a dear friend of hers, and to Rahne's immense shame, she was started to look at the girl in a light decidedly sinful, and unfair to her. And now there was a new roommate in their room, another gorgeous, sly young woman, with skin like chocolate and a voice like...The dreams she had the night before had involved both of them, and had come unbidden and unwanted. Starting somewhere pleasant and warm and nice, she'd dreamed of things no friend should about their friends. And then, bit by bit, those dreams had turned into nightmares. How she hadn't woken each girl when she woke with a gasp early in the morning, she didn't know. But hours of running hadn't cleared her head. A cold shower had done little to calm her. She had been too anxious to eat...And so she was left pacing in front of Professor Xavier's door, trying to calm herself, waiting for her appointed time to arrive, her hands clutched around the crucifix she wore around her neck. A simple metal cross, given to her by Moira when bringing her to America, she was praying for strength.<br><br>The clock chimed, and she froze, and turned and knocked on the door. She was ten minutes late, oh no!<br><br>"Professor Xavier?" she asked softly, almost timidly, cracking the door to his office open and poking her head in to see if she could enter. Well, she knew she could, this was her appointed time. But if he was suddenly busy, because she was late...Stepping in, she closed the door behind her, and managed to finally release her cross after letting out a breath. "Ah'm sorry Ah'm late...How are you Professor? Ah...Ah wasn' sure if ye had time for breakf'st, Ah know this is early to eat, so...Um...Ah brough' ye an apple?"<br><br>Her accent always got a bit worse when she was nervous or flustered, and that morning she was both. But she held up a large, delicious looking apple as she stepped towards his desk, as if a peace offering. Surely he would know what was in her head in a matter of moments, and if he reacted in any way like she deserved, to be scolded for her sin...A peace offering would be needed. As it was she could still hear the Reverend's words ringing in the back of her mind...
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>27-01-2017, 00:22:33</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/A0Kp6TK.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st, 2017, Late Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Laura Kinney | Wolverine, Antoinette Laevu | Marionette<br><strong>Content:</strong> Shock and awe.<br><hr><br>Laura's initial reaction to the food made Rahne fidget a bit. At times she forgot just how suspicious Laura could be. Not quite untrusting, but, it did feel at times as though some of the things she did annoyed or angered the other young woman. Laura was one of her only real friends at the school, or one of the only ones she thought she could call a friend anyway, so the thought of really just being a pest to her...Well, Rahne tried to keep those thoughts shaken off. Her discussion with Professor Xavier was teaching her most of those thoughts came from how she was raised, they were the Reverend's thoughts telling her she was a bother, when in truth she wasn't.<br><br>Hopefully.<br><br>"Mhm..." she just hummed meekly, and nodded as Laura thanked her. She listened as the girl explained who made the suit, then, humming a bit in thought. She would lie if she said she wasn't tempted, but...She didn't deserve a uniform. She didn't fight on the team. It was only the last number of months she had event started fighting, private training lessons with Logan. "Maybe...Ah don' think Ah could pull a suit like that off, like you." she said, complimenting Laura while putting herself down a bit.<br><br>But she was not, in any way, prepared for what Laura did next. When the young woman started stripping, Rahne's green eyes went as wide as saucer's. Her face turned as red as her hair, as Laura's firm, toned body was exposed. The effect on the Scott was shamefully quick, as her heart started to beat faster, her darkest sin seizing her mind. For years now she had struggled with untoward thoughts towards other females. But despite prayer and attempts to replace those thoughts with boys and men, they always returned. Her mouth went dry as a flush rushed through her body. At least Laura was keeping her underwear on--<br><br>Or not.<br><br>"Oh, Lord and Savior..." she gasped to herself, quickly turning away as Laura stripped completely naked. There was a tremble to her voice, and Laura's keen senses probably could pick up on Rahne's shame. And then it all had to get worse...The dorm room door opened, and in walked another girl. Another attractive girl, her mind had to note, in the state Laura had worked her up in. As repressed as Rahne was, it didn't take much to set her on a path when something like this happened. Something so wrong shouldn't be allowed to look so good. Feeling equal parts shame and embarrassment, and arousal and wonder at how it must feel being the pillow Laura cuddled at night, wide green eyes stared at the new girl.<br><br>"Wh-What? Why are...But...N-No, this isn' what it might...Ah..." And her cheeks remained as red as her hair, mortified at the situation. She glanced back at Laura to see if the girl was at least dressing, but nope--all that did was giver her anothe rush as she fidgeted on her feet. "Bathroom, Ah'll...be righ' back..."<br><br>And the Scottish girl quickly fled into the bathroom. Cold water...Cold water on face, she needed that, it felt like she was running a fever...
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>27-01-2017, 00:49:14</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/patrick-stewart-professor-xavier-x-men.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Charles Xavier<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headmaster's Office<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd 2017, mid morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Content:</strong> Waiting for a student to arrive for a meeting <br><hr><br>Charles smiled when he heard that familiar timid tapping at his door. That would of course be her, although unusually late. For a second his mind wandered, but he restrained it. He was certain any reason the young woman had for being late was perfectly valid, and the moments of relaxing silence were something he cherished. Even in the short time he'd known her he had been astounded in the way she had grown up. Not in her body, but her mind. She had been so restricted, trapped and caged and while she might be nervous she was a far cry from the girl he had first met. <br><br>He opened his arms wide in a joyful gesture, setting the book down. A wide smile on his face he gave a warm little chuckle. <br><br>"Rahne, it's lovely to see you. I ate well, but perhaps you'd be happy to set it down on my desk." <br><br>His tone was as soft and friendly as ever, and he was genuinely grateful that Rahne had accepted her position at the school. Her willingness to learn and better herself was a source of hope for Charles, each day that she became a bolder and brighter person made him smile. And the apple was a lovely gesture too, although clearly a small sign of the darkness she had experienced. Briefly he felt anger. But, as always, Charles quelled that emotion in an instant. He could not be allowed to consider options and paths of vengeance, no matter what penalty the evildoer may deserve Charles would never be a man of wrath. <br><br>Regardless, that was more than enough idle thinking. Time to see how the locks and barriers in her mind had been holding up. He gestured lightly to the chair just opposite his desk, motioning for her to sit. <br><br>"Thank you for coming to see me, I'm very glad you're staying at my school. We can chat a little as I work, if that would be acceptable for you?"<br><br>He always made a point of checking how others wanted things to be run, as some found they could sense his mind within theirs and found it hard to talk. But Rahne had always been surprisingly comfortable around Charles, which comforted him. It was nice to be seen as a kind, accepting man.<br><br>"As usual I'll need your permission before I can help you. I will make sure you can maintain as much control and choice as possible with your powers, suppressing any unintentional incidents. And I promise to do my best to avoid any invasion of your privacy or personal life. Is there anything else you need doing differently this time?"<br><br>As he finished he gave a firm, comforting smile. He knew his way of speaking could appear a little austere to some students, but hopefully his warmth could dispel that.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>27-01-2017, 03:33:09</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Ryw8S5q.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Laura Kinney | Wolverine<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm room shared between Laura, Rahne and Antoinette<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st, 2017, late morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire, Netty | Marionette<br><strong>Content:</strong> Laura meets her new roommate, is completely clueless to Rahne's sudden flight<br><hr><br>Laura's attention on the door was too rapt for her to understand or process the little oath that Rahne whispered, aghast at Wolverine's sudden nudity. The door handle slowly turned, the heart on the other side of the barrier beating hard and fast with anxiety. An attacker? If so, one that wasn't sure of themselves- or, herself, judging by the scent. Curiously, Rahne's little heart was thumping just as fast, but the Scot wasn't that sharp in her senses, was she? Not sure if she should be making a defensive or offensive maneuver, or if she should act like what a normal person would act like, the mutant instead stood and stared dumbly at the door as it popped open, completely unmindful of her exposed breasts and her long, toned legs now on full display to the hallway.<br><br>She had seen this student before, but had never interacted with her; It's why she didn't smell totally familiar, but there was a wisp of something recognizable. The few times she had seen the girl that introduced herself as Antoinette, Laura had filed away a few identifying traits: Dark-skinned, long, dreaded hair, thick eyebrows, tall, nearly half a foot taller than her or Rahne... In close quarters, however, those traits were secondary to deep brown eyes and lips that... Laura couldn't describe how Netty's lips made her feel, but it was peculiar, unfamiliar, and uncomfortable, but if that was a good thing. It gave her a brief shiver as she forced her hard stare away from Netty's lovelier features and onto the intruding girl's own eyes. Laura's light greens were full of hostility and suspicion. <br><br><strong>"Who're you? I mean, what're you here for?"</strong> The gravity of her tone crackled near the end as she realized that the girl was checking out Laura's nearly naked form, and had even quipped wryly about it. Laura's twitching grin was nearly a mirror of Netty's, though with some added shame as she realized she was probably doing something that normal people wouldn't do, her suspicions confirmed as Rahne, sputtering like an overheating car, ran out of the room like her head was on fire. The door closed behind Netty, leaving her alone with Laura.<br><br>With a few quick, desperate tugs, Laura managed to get her uniform over her shoulders, tits and abdomen, the tight, form-fitting spandex hugging her comfortably, just as Jean Grey had assured earlier that morning. Her cowl hung behind her neck like a hood, and she pulled it up and over, pulling her long, black hair through the back to let it fall behind her shoulder blades. She was Wolverine in that moment... Without a belt, boots, or even pants, a plain black pair of boy shorts the only thing worn beneath her waist.<br><br>She had been distracted by how pretty this intruder was that it took her a moment longer to notice the suitcase she'd set down by her feet, and the bag slung over one shoulder. Her face tightened with concern; Laura had taken so long to warm up to the idea of having one roommate... It made sense, considering that their dormitory had three living spaces in it, three beds and three desks, but she'd held onto hope that she and the Scot could continue to share the space to themselves. <strong>"Moving in?"</strong> She grunted, her tone not terribly optimistic or welcoming as Laura plopped back down onto her bed and seized the lower half of her uniform, lining her feet up with the holes before she began to shimmy it up her naked legs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>27-01-2017, 04:28:30</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/PawLRBy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Antoinette 'Netty' Laveau | Marionette<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st, 2017 Late Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne &amp; Laura<br><strong>Content:</strong> Comedic shock<br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Netty wasn't the confrontational type. There had to be a real good reason for her to exchange a few unfriendly words or raise her firsts. It would be unfair, for most mutants, to use her powers. Doll? Yeah, she could probably fuck around with Laura if given the chance. Fortunately for every party involved, she wasn't that sort of person. Laura seemed to be at some sort of defense. Netty didn't really know, didn't really care either. The girl was too laid back to worry about shit she couldn't control or change. They gave each other a look, sort of a smirk - then her tone changed. <em>'That was short lived.'</em> <br><br><strong>"Yeah, uh...I guess I'm the third one. I hope I wasn't crashing a reunion I hope."</strong> Netty responded. Laura's face wasn't recognizable, then again - she didn't really pay attention to anyone. The sable skinned girl was starting to wonder if she was the one some people talked about. A temper, pretty strong, and pretty damn hot. Feisty was how she liked her women. Gave her a challenge, something new every time. <br><br>The voodoo doll herself moved her one luggage and back to the unoccupied bed. It was tucked in the corner, kind of isolated. That was the sort of thing she liked. On the exterior, she seemed outgoing. When alone? That was different story. Typically her alone time was spent studying, reading, and practicing with anything and everything she could. Always wanted a live subject, but figured it would be too inhumane. <br><br>Could be fun in the bed though.<br><br>The tall girl sat herself on the bed, crossing her legs and leaning forward on her hands, she kept her wandering eyes on the fit girl. <strong>"What's your name? I don't think I've ever seen you before. And is there someone else here?"</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>27-01-2017, 13:37:07</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://blogs.psychcentral.com/creative-mind/files/2013/08/EmmaWatson5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headmaster's Office<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd 2017, Mid Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charles Xavier<br><strong>Content:</strong> Arriving exactly on time for her meeting.<br><hr><br>"Of course, Professor," Rahne said, managing a slight smile as she walked forward to place the apple on his desk. Now she just felt awkward. And she had to remember the skeptical expression Laura had about the plate of breakfast she had saved for the raven-haired girl the day before. Was she out of line, getting food for people? Shaking the thoughts away quickly, she sighed, and moved to take a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. She had to stay focused. While she knew it would be impossible for her to hide any thought from the telepath in front of her, she also knew he would do his best not to go digging. If she didn't think it or say it, he would possibly never know. Or, at the very least, act like he didn't know. And after all he had done for her, the last thing she wanted was for him to be upset with her. Or regret helping her.<br><br>"Well, it's not like Ah have many ot'er places to go," she said softly when he said he was happy that she was still there. Realizing how that sounded though, she shook her head, cheeks flushing red. "Ah didn' mean it like that. Ah mean...It's nice havin' somewhere to belong..."<br><br>Mentally kicking herself for being a fool, she was quickly indulging in her nervous tick. Her hands moved back up to the cross she wore around her neck, playing and fiddling with it. She smiled softly as he, once again, asked for permission. The fact he did so every time was nice, reassuring. While she could hear the Reverend condemning her for such, an echo of the man that manifested of the darkest aspects of her subconscious, she was getting better at ignoring it. Mostly. With all of her problems though, inviting in "the devil's servant" to poke around in her mind was one of the least of her concerns. And she knew Professor Xavier only had the best in mind for her--Moira trusted him above all others, and that was enough for her.<br><br>"O' course, Professor..." she nodded, granting the permission he asked for. When he asked if there was anything else, though, she tensed, hesitating, as a thought came to her...Could he help her with her sinful thoughts? "Ah...Maybe? Ah don't...know..." she murmured.<br><br>The professor might do his best to stay out of Rahne's private thoughts, but her head was such an unfocused mess that it would be almost impossible to not get glimpses of her troubles. Flashes of Laura's excited-to-the-point-of-goofy smile at having her new Wolverine uniform, and the view of her strong, fit torso when she started stripping. Those were quickly replaced by feelings of shame, images of a cold, dark room back in Scotland, a man scolding her for some kind of misbehavior. The sly smirk of Netty, her new roommate, a curiosity about being held the way Laura cuddled her pillows at night...And, of course, her nightmare. Reverend Craig leading a sermon where Laura and Netty and so many others she knew at the school casting her out, condemning her to Hell, for being the creature of sin and the spawn of Satan that she was. In the Reverend's words, anyway.<br><br>All the while, the girl just sat in the chair, eyes downcast to her lap, playing with her cross, trying to not think of any of that, and so briefly thinking of it all.<br><br>"How is your mornin' going', Professor?" she asked, trying to start some kind of talk, "Any, uh...Any more movie nights before classes start? Ah really liked the last one your showed, um...Ah'm sorry, Ah forget the name of it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>27-01-2017, 13:59:15</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/patrick-stewart-professor-xavier-x-men.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Charles Xavier<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headmaster's Office<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd 2017, mid morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Content:</strong> Speaking with, and helping, Rahne <br><hr><br>"Thank you, Rahne. Try to empty your mind and just focus on speaking to me." <br><br>In an instant he entered her mind. After decades of practice the process was second nature to him, although it never quite felt natural it was certainly very easy. Her brain was scattered. A mess, really. He walked through it as though it were a vast maze, twisting and turning as he searched. The young Laura Kinney flashed into his mind. Her room mate. Although, judging by how Rahne saw her, there was a lot more to that than met the eye. Then the new girl, Antoinette. He'd have to get better acquainted with her soon, but she seemed polite. And then, as he'd always seen with Rahne, he found her darkness. Nightmarish scenes of her past, and imagined dark futures, spread across his vision. A part of him dearly wanted to quell these images from the young woman's mind, but he could not bring himself to pull away a part of what had made her. He'd be eliminating years upon years from ever having existed. <br><br>Soon enough he found what mattered. A vast, monstrous wolf within her mind. It was howling, and growling, as he approached. By this time it knew him very well as the man who had chained it so. Vast, iron shackles were bound around its limbs, and neck, keeping it restrained and safe. He approached, raising his hand lightly and watching the beast calm before it fell into a still trance. For a moment, the real Rahne would be entirely separate from that part of her mind. While he was in her head putting it to sleep the animal was disconnected from her. He began looking over the chains, inspecting them. Of course none of this was remotely real, but he found it helped to create a visualization of what was happening. Otherwise it was simply impossible to track. Fortunately it seemed to be perfectly in order. <br><br>Outside of her mind he stayed smiling at her, shaking his head a little when her cheeks flushed.<br><br><em>"It's okay Rahne, I understand. Many people have no other choice. But I truly hope you are happy here. You're always a joy to see."<br></em><br>He gave no inclination of what he'd seen in her mind, although she was experienced enough with him that he was sure she'd know what he'd witnessed. He chuckled a little at her comments about the movie. <br><br><em>"My morning was good, relaxing. How was yours? Oh, and I'm glad you enjoyed the movie. I can't say I had planned it but perhaps we could start having them more regularly as an evening activity."<br></em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>27-01-2017, 14:32:06</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/A0Kp6TK.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st, 2017, Late Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Laura Kinney | Wolverine, Antoinette Laevu | Marionette<br><strong>Content:</strong> Shock and awe.<br><hr><br>Neither girl seemed to notice or care about Rahne's sudden departure, something that both relived the copper-haired mutant...and gave her an odd sense of disappointment. That feeling was quickly shaken away, though. Laura was focused on her new uniform, and rightly so, as the girl's excitement over it couldn't be denied. Wanting to be noticed over that was nothing but a selfish, improper thought. Not that she wanted to be noticed! She didn't, as that was just as wrong and improper. Not with how she had been looking at Laura. Surely her friend would be outraged, that another girl would look at her in such a way. And she really didn't want to be on the receiving end of her friend's anger, having seen it in action a few times...It was not a thing she wanted to suffer, and find out if her own healing factor worked if she wasn't a wolf.<br><br>And then there was this new girl. That sly smirk she had flashed Laura, looking right past her and to the newly minted Wolverine as if she hadn't even been there. But those dark lips twitching like that, and...<br><br>"Stupid, stupid girl..." Rahne scolded herself, a hand gripping the cross she wore around her neck until the corners dug painfully into her palm. Letting out a sigh, she shook her head. Turning on the sink she cupped her hands under the flow of cold water, splashing her face. She could faintly hear the conversation in the room. The new girl was a new roommate, which gave Rahne a knot in her stomach. She had just gotten used to living with Laura, and now they were giving someone new? And what a way to make a first impression, running straight for the bathroom. "Hey a'hold of yerself, Rahne..."<br><br>Another splash of water on the face, grabbing her towel to dry her face off, and a few minutes to take long, controlled breaths, and she felt ready to face the two again. Cracking the bathroom door, she peeked out just to make sure Laura had clothes on again, before stepping out, a hand still nervously holding the cross. <br><br>"Sorry about that," she mumbled in apology, "Ah'm Rahne Sinclaire, pleasure to meet you..." she said, offering Netty a smile. Glancing at Laura, then, the smile widened some. Seeing her shimmy into the uniform bottoms made her blush again, but...at least she managed to keep her thoughts mostly clean. "Wow...That looks proper on you, Laura. Er, Ah mean...Wolverine."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>27-01-2017, 15:43:02</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://blogs.psychcentral.com/creative-mind/files/2013/08/EmmaWatson5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headmaster's Office<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd 2017, Mid Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charles Xavier<br><strong>Content:</strong> Having her meeting with the professor.<br><hr><br>Briefly, a glazed look crossed Rahne's eyes, her pupils dilating as her vision unfocused. A wave of calm swept over her at the disconnect from her mutant power--the wolf inside of her. And in a way, it helped calm her mind, as a primal and feral influence was quieted and soothed. But with a few rapid blinks she came back to the present, shaking her head slightly. That effect always caught her by surprise, even if by now she knew to expect it. Having someone inside her head, doing things, was still an unnerving experience, even if she trusted the professor completely. After all, with a though, he could remove everything about her in an instant.<br><br>So she had to wonder if he could remove specific, small bits of her mind. Someone as powerful as the professor could do that, surely. And it would solve so many problems. Maybe...<br><br>"Thank you, Professor," she said, smiling softly as the elderly man claimed she was a joy to see. A part of her didn't fully believe it, but it was pleasant to hear. "Ah'm...I like it here, I do. I miss me mom--Er, Dr. MacTaggart, I mean. And I miss Scotland, but...Ah do like it here. There be a place on the grounds, in the forest, where a small clearin' and stream is, reminds me of home. Ah like going there..." she admitted. It was easier to respond aloud to him than in her head, but, he never seemed to mind.<br><br>"Oh, my mornin' was...alright," she said after a moment's hesitation, trying to mask the less-than-alright manner it had really been, "Ah went on my run, spent longer out than Ah intended..." She shifted a bit in her seat as the reasons why came back to her. She knew he had to be seeing all of that. "Ah'm sorry Professor...Ah can't stay focused, Ah...Ah hope you not goin' to be upset at me for my...my fallings..." she spoke softly, looking down at her lap, as she clutched at her cross again. She obviously referred to the thoughts of Laura and Netty, and her sense of shame about such wouldn't be easy to miss. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>28-01-2017, 01:52:33</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/patrick-stewart-professor-xavier-x-men.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Charles Xavier<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headmaster's Office<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd 2017, mid morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Content:</strong> Speaking with, and helping, Rahne <br><hr><br>Charles went a little quiet as she spoke of her mother and her home, letting her talk and just listening. He missed Moira too. He smiled at her mention of the little clearing, knowing exactly where she meant. In his years at the Mansion even in his state he'd soon learnt every little place anyone could ever find. <br><br><em>"I know the place. It is lovely, you have impeccable taste."</em><br><br>As she continued he felt a little sad. Her negative self image, and the hateful poison her mind had been flooded with, was sometimes painful to witness. But he showed no outward sign of this, being well versed in concealing his own emotional responses in order to help others. <br><br><em>"Rahne, if you truly believe I would be upset with you, then I might be upset with you for that belief alone." </em><br><br>His words were kind hearted, and spoken lightly. But despite the soft way he delivered them he felt that they carried the gravity of how far from upset with her he was. Of course he did not judge her for her sexuality, that was her own business to mind. But then again it was not his place to encourage anything inappropriate. He'd have to settle for a line of grandfatherly care and acceptance. <br><br><em>"But, please, you have to understand Rahne. Those thoughts are not 'fallings'. They are not bringing you down anywhere. In fact, learning to accept them as a part of yourself would be you rising above a poisonous view of the world and seeing how beautiful it can be. There is no shame in what you think or feel." </em><br><br>As he spoke he continued to carefully examine her mind. The image he saw of the wolf was actually a thing of some surreal beauty. A towering, hulking creature with so much strength and aggression in a moment of perfect tranquility. As he finished inspecting the shackles he sat down in front of it, crossing his legs and watching it briefly. No signs of instability or aggression, he mused. The wolf seemed perhaps the calmest he had ever seen it. Reaching out lightly but confidently he ran his fingertips through the silky fur of its muzzle. He felt a sense of pride in Rahne. Clearly she was growing more in tune with this side of herself, even if her other feelings were a little concerning her mutant abilities seemed to be gaining control. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>28-01-2017, 16:48:53</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://blogs.psychcentral.com/creative-mind/files/2013/08/EmmaWatson5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headmaster's Office<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd 2017, Mid Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charles Xavier<br><strong>Content:</strong> Having her meeting with the professor.<br><hr><br>Rahne smiled slightly when the older man complemented her taste in locations. She should have known he would know the spot--he seemed to know everything. It did make talking with him a bit intimidating at times, not knowing what he already knew and was merely playing dumb to hide his practical omniscience. At the same time, she wouldn't know either way if he was playing dumb or not, and tried to keep relaxed based on that fact alone. That, and the fact there was truly only one omniscient force in the world, and as kind and caring a man as Professor Xavier was, Rahne wasn't going to call him God.<br><br>Grandfather, maybe. But not God.<br><br>"Ah'm sorry..." she muttered though, her smile fading, when the man said he would be upset for her believing he would be upset with her. Despite the kind-hearted tone, showing he truly wasn't upset, she felt as though her missteps were only about to start piling up. So as he started to try and explain how she wasn't falling, how she wasn't doing anything wrong...Charles would be able to sense her mind resist the words. The sermons and painful teachings at the hands of Reverend Craig came to the forefront--years on years on hearing the opposite, that she was nothing but a spawn of Satan, an embodiment of sin. That her existence was an affront to all that was good in the world...but that he could redeem her. What young child, hearing that for over half their life, wouldn't come to believe it? There were acts of kindness than tempered the pain, primarily from the woman who was now her adoptive mother, but...<br><br>"But it is <em>wrong</em>, Professor..." she protested, her voice a weak whimper as she closed her eyes and shook her head. "An...An aberration, in the natural order set forth by God. It's...It's what brought the destruction of Sodom, and...It defies God's will. And Ah...Ah shame myself and my friends by..." <br><br>It was hard for her to use the same arguments as the Reverend. She lacked the callous firebrand that he had, and the words tasted like ash on her tongue as it was. Xavier's would hear everything in her head clearly enough, though--even the wolf he observed stirred, whimpering in it's rest at the pain and turmoil inside the girl's mind. It wanted to do nothing more than to protect Rahne, but it was as powerless to save her from herself as it was to break the chains imposed upon it. <br><br>And there it was...briefly, Rahne's thoughts focused on those chains...and slowly, she looked up at the professor again.<br><br>"...You...You could remove those thoughts though, just like you block my power?" she asked hesitantly, holding her cross hard enough it was going to leave an imprint on her palm. Her emerald eyes shimmered with her inner-turmoil and sadness. "Could you fix me? Ev'n if Ah'm just a...spawn of Hell, that migh' be, one less, and maybe someday Ah could..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>29-01-2017, 20:55:38</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/patrick-stewart-professor-xavier-x-men.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Charles Xavier<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headmaster's Office<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd 2017, mid morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Content:</strong> Speaking with, and helping, Rahne <br><hr><br><em>"Rahne. You know I could change you. But I could never, ever 'fix' you. Nobody can fix something that isn't broken."</em><br><br>Charles had a considerably more serious tone and expression now. This was a matter of incredible importance to him. Rahne's self depreciating ideas were crushing her as a person, and she was just beginning to recover from her dark past. He felt a great well of pity for the poor girl. He needed to truly explain to her that the poison she'd been fed was nothing but lies.<br><br><em>"Rahne, I know the things you have heard and seen. I have witnessed them myself, as I have helped you. But the kind, caring and thoughtful young lady sitting opposite me would not be the same if I were to begin cutting away parts of what made her such a bright human being. No matter how much you hate it those times made you who you are. You have risen above and beyond the lies. You are closer to an angel than a spawn of hell, and no God worth putting faith in would ever hate you for who you are. You have a good, kind heart Rahne. There is nothing abhorrent about you."</em><br><br>He took a breath and thought to himself for a few moments. Fixing a lifetime of manipulation was certainly not going to be achievable in just a short morning, but perhaps he might be able to make some form of brief headway. He decided blunt honesty was the best option. Lies were what had got Rahne here, and only the truth would fix her. He hoped he wouldn't upset her by speaking frankly on the matter.<br><br><em>"Look, Rahne, I could take away your memories, and the homosexual tendencies you're talking about. But you would not even be you any more. I have no way of knowing what would emerge from the other side, but it would be effectively euthanasia. I believe you are learning to find happiness and acceptance. You know how far you've come in this past year, and so I do not believe that you would want to abandon hope now."</em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>29-01-2017, 22:15:55</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://blogs.psychcentral.com/creative-mind/files/2013/08/EmmaWatson5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headmaster's Office<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd 2017, Mid Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charles Xavier<br><strong>Content:</strong> Having her meeting with the professor.<br><hr><br>Rahne quickly cast her gaze back to her lap when the Professor started to use a more serious tone, knowing immediately that she had misstepped. And again, he would feel her mind recoil and resist his words. He could claim that she wasn't broken, or didn't need fixed. But when she knew there was so much that was wrong with her, how could she agree to that? She had been born to a whore, abandoned by whoever her father was, and cursed with a mutation that defied the perfection and divinely inspired human form. Man had been made in God's image, after all, and woman to be his companion.<br><br>Turning into a wolf, and desiring the female form over a male's defied God's design rather completely. How could she not be broken? And wouldn't changing some of that be better, regardless, than not? <br><br>"Ah...But, Professor..." she started, only to be cut off as he continued. The darker thoughts in her mind stayed at the surface, working against his attempts to show her the good that she could be, than there was nothing wrong with her. But memories of the past year, when she had started to embrace what she was, still shone through in places. Working with Logan to understand and control her powers, to the point that, if she wanted to, she could enhance her senses without growing fur. "But the Reverend said..."<br><br>She just closed her eyes, biting on her lips, cutting herself off as the professor continued on to say that he wouldn't do as she had hoped he might. Even if it would change her, it had to be for the better, that was what she had in her mind. What did the progress she had made in the past year matter, if she was still falling into the trap of temptation?<br><br>"O' course, Professor..." she just said softly, unable to argue with an authority figure, and unwilling to risk making him even more upset with her. "Ah think Ah might have taken up enough o' your time...The blocks are...okay? Ah can go?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>29-01-2017, 22:45:29</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/patrick-stewart-professor-xavier-x-men.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Charles Xavier<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headmaster's Office<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd 2017, mid morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Content:</strong> Speaking with, and helping, Rahne <br><hr><br><em>"You're always free to go here, Rahne. Your mind is more sound than it has ever been, I am proud of you." <br></em><br>He felt like he'd perhaps misspoke or otherwise upset the poor girl, but he couldn't bring himself to force her to have a long conversation that she wasn't ready for. There was as much chance of doing harm as there was of doing good. He smiled kindly and just gave a little nod. But he couldn't let her go without a warm goodbye, and hopefully she wasn't too harmed by their talking. He was sure some good would come of it with time.<br><br><em>"Rahne, I'm sorry if I upset you in any way. I just want you to know I care a great deal." </em><br><br>Charles hoped that soon she would become able to accept herself. But for now there was no sense forcing the matter, and she would perhaps need some time alone. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>30-01-2017, 02:44:43</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Ryw8S5q.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Laura Kinney | Wolverine<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm room shared between Laura, Rahne and Antoinette<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st, 2017, late morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire, Netty | Marionette<br><strong>Content:</strong> Wolverine wonders about Rahne, and asks Netty about her powers<br><hr><br>At first, Laura only gave a grunt in response, a brief shake of her dark-haired head. She watched Netty move her things to the other bed in the room, in the far corner. <strong>"Nah, weren't interruptin' anything,"</strong> she finally mentioned. Laura had pulled her spandex tights up to her waist, her costume nearly complete if not for a couple of odd pieces; Boots, gloves, belt, all items leftover from her last uniform. She had no clue what had gotten into Rahne, the Scottish mutant seemed prone to fits and moods and skittishness.<br><br><strong>"My name's Laura. Laura Kinney,"</strong> she said before hopping off of the bed and pulling her mask and cowl back down, feeling somewhat silly hiding her face in her own bedroom. She used her fingers to rake through her long, black hair, pulling it out from the hole in the back of the cowl and letting it fall down her back. <strong>"The other girl's Rahne."</strong> She gave a heavy sniff and caught the Scot's scent coming closer. The smell of natural oils in the skin mixed with water was tangy, Rahne must have gone to wash up. <strong>"She'll introduce herself to ya, but she's in this room, too."</strong><br><br>She went to the closet near her bed and began to dig through it, eventually emerging with the accoutrements that would complete her uniform. Her eyes glanced back at Rahne, who had re-entered to introduce herself properly, mildly suspicious of her momentary disappearance. The light compliment was enough to win Rahne back into Laura's good races, a small smirk coming to her as she sat back down at the edge of her bed to put on her boots. <br><br><strong>"So what do you do?"</strong> She asked Netty, some curiosity buried behind her gruff as she stood off of the bed and glanced appraisingly down at her toes. Slowly, two blades began to emerge from the center of the boot's toe, gleaming in the sunlight filtering through the window, sharp and wicked-looking. The blades withdrew a second later, and Laura fingered the leather where the weapon had been a moment before. <em>Self-healing leather. Makes sense if you have knives coming out of your body.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>30-01-2017, 03:05:11</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://blogs.psychcentral.com/creative-mind/files/2013/08/EmmaWatson5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headmaster's Office<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd 2017, Mid Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charles Xavier<br><strong>Content:</strong> Having her meeting with the professor.<br><hr><br>Rahne just nodded and stood up quickly as the professor said that she was free to go. She knew she could go at any time, but just leaving when he was poking around in her mind would only be rude. And after everything he was doing to help her with her powers...She never should have asked for more. <br><br>"Thank you, Professor..." she said softly, when he tried to say he was proud. She found it hard to believe, especially now, but he forced a small smile. "Ah apologize for...for askin' too much...Ah'm sorry. Have a g'day..."<br><br>Nodding quickly, she turned and quickly left the room. Closing the door gently behind her. Sniffling to herself out in the hall, she shook her head, and made a path to get out of the mansion. Some time alone would do her good...<br><br><div align="center">~~SCENE END~~</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>30-01-2017, 03:59:07</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/PawLRBy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Antoinette 'Netty' Laveau | Marionette<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st, 2017 Late Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne &amp; Laura<br><strong>Content:</strong> Comedic shock<br><hr><br><strong>"Nice to meet you too, Rahne."</strong> Netty started to reply to the seemingly meek and shy girl. It was going to be an awkward living situation if she was like this constantly. Not that she would be rude or make the girl uncomfortable, but there was no promises that she would be conservative with her words. As Laura continued to dress, she couldn't help but admire how snug and fitted it was. It hugged every curve of that woman's body and Netty was starting to feel like she should've stayed in an isolated dorm room.<br><br><strong>"What do I do? Uh...well, it depends on what you mean by that."</strong> that wasn't some cool attempt and being sarcastic. Netty just didn't know where Laura was going with that question. How her powers worked? What was her speciality? Talents? It honestly couldn't mean a plethora of things, but it wasn't worth just spewing out random bullshit and making herself look like an arrogant prick. Betty didn't want or need that image.<br><br>Well, might as well give it a try. <strong>"Uhm...I have this uncanny ability to control people..Sort of a voodoo vibe if you know anything about that. I guess why I was given the name Marionette."</strong> Netty absolutely hated talking about herself. Even her eyes and body language was showing how uncomfortable she was. Hunched shoulders and head hung a bit low. <br><br><strong>"What about the pair of you? What do you do, whats your shtick?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>30-01-2017, 16:33:19</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/A0Kp6TK.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st, 2017, Late Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Laura Kinney | Wolverine, Antoinette Laevu | Marionette<br><strong>Content:</strong> Shock and awe.<br><hr><br>Rahne managed a polite nod and smile as Netty greeted her. The girl seemed nice enough, at least. And glancing between her and Laura, it didn't sound as though there was any awkward tension in the air from how the new girl had walked in. Not that Laura was the type to really care about that...She was pretty sure the new Wolverine didn't have a single modest bone in her body. And Netty's smirk at the display...Rahne had to stop herself and take a breath, before her thoughts got too far gone from her again. <br><br>This was going to be an interesting, though. She knew that much for certain. <br><br>"Control people?" Rahne asked, sounding surprised at the girl's admission about her power. She had heard of voodoo, particularly that it was a devil's magic, but...With some effort, she pushed those thoughts away, even if her hand stayed around her cross she wore at her neck, her little safety gesture to keep herself assured. "So...You make dolls of people then?" When the question was turned back on her and Laura, though, she frowned and moved back to her bed, sitting down on the edge of it.<br><br>"...Nothing fancy..." she muttered in her low, Scottish brogue, "Ah can turn into a wer'wolf sometimes..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>31-01-2017, 05:11:43</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/QZIBqHx.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers<br><strong>Location:</strong> Salem's Dorm, then the halls outside of Gabriel's Dorm<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 2nd, 5:40 pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gabriel Summers<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salem spends some time doing her thing in her private dorm. She looks through the schools registry to find something to do for an hour or two. She finds Gabriel Summers' name, and the narrative smash-cuts to her walking down the halls towards Gabriel's room. She knocks on the door, and while she weights, there's a brief glimpse into her busy mind.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> Emma's clothing here (http://i.imgur.com/cK6kfyx.jpg) - Also these shoes with dark black leggings (http://i.imgur.com/4Em0Q3S.jpg) - And her signature glasses of course.<br><hr><br>Salem’s dorm was a simple space. It didn’t look much like a girl’s room anymore, but it most definitely wasn’t a man’s room. She had a vanity mirror with some make-up, nail polish, and so on. Her dressers had candles on them that were unlit, but often used. Her bed was always made when she wasn’t sleeping in it, and her desk looked like a display desk for a department store. Young Ms. Summers liked to limit her distractions, so there wasn’t much for decoration on the walls, or the end tables by her full sized bed. The bed was the center of Salem’s room, and the desk was off in a corner by the window. Unlike the teachers, Salem didn’t have her own bathroom. However, sharing a bathroom wasn’t the only thing in her life that reflected her orphaned upbringing.<br><br>The door came open, and she flicked the lights on. Salem strolled through the room without an expression on her face. She set her book bag down on her desk chair and immediately begin to put everything in its place. She took notes to keep from forgetting tomorrow’s tasks. Her early morning run was scheduled, even though it was an essential part of her day. <br><br>She was in a sleeping space, but it was early still, and felt like there was a lot to get done. She decided to stay dressed instead of changing into her night-time clothes. As always, she was busy and stressed, but unbothered by either. She’d just finished reordering supplies for a few of the math classes. According to her weekly schedule; she was ahead by a half of a day. She was sitting at her desk, the book bag proudly on its peg by the door. She had a pencil in her left hand, tapping at the surface and an open notebook. Energy was coursing through her.<br><br>Salem’s computer was in arm’s reach, a brand new laptop with a few bells and whistles. <strong>“Almost forget about you.”</strong> She said out loud. Still, after six years, she was getting used to having nice things. <em>‘Lots of new faces, these days, Academy feels busier than usual.’ </em>Her login as administrator was input before she exactly knew where she was going. In the next moment she was scanning the registry at the school. Her status as a resident Assistant gave her very little access, being able to know who was going to the school, that was one window that did open from the title.<br><br>Her right hand was already scribbling notes in Latin. Whenever possible, she kept notes in the dead language to practice the art, and to get used to translating from one language to another in the middle of a thought. Whenever she spotted a name she didn’t know she wrote it down, and checked notes from other administrators in another window to see if the student had been through orientation. The list also including incoming students. Of course, Charles didn’t know of every incoming student, but a few sent notifications before arrival. It was business as usual until one name suddenly popped out at her. <em>‘Summers, Gabriel.’ </em>Her name was right below it.<br><br><strong>“That’s weird.”</strong> Her mind seemed to glance over a few simple facts in a way that she could feel. Unable to grab onto the sensation, it slipped by. She blinked a few times, and pondered the name. <strong>“Gabriel.”</strong> Her mind did it again, flashing over an obstacle that she couldn’t sense. Salem leaned back in her chair and adjusted the Ruby Quartz on her nose. <br><br>Less than ten minutes later, Salem was making her way over to Gabriel’s dormroom. She didn’t know what to expect, it mostly felt like she was doing a routine drop in to say hi and check in with the new student. She’d done it nearly fifty times now in the last two years since being given the title of R.A. About fourty-five of those instances were with new female students, but the idea of dropping in to say hi to a male student wasn’t unheard of. She knew in the back of her mind what she was doing. She knew that Gabriel Summers might be her brother. It was just that the concept came so quietly to her. She felt at ease, calmed by the idea of having a brother. She’d been alone in orphanages for a long time. As her feet carried her through the long corridors of the mansion, she was a completely different person. It wasn’t just the super power to blast a laser from her face either, she’d learned worlds of knowledge here, and she’d grown into a powerful girl. Having a small morsel of family around would be nice, even if the two of them would have to start from square one.<br><br>She could see his dorm, and she knew her game plan, she was just going to play the helpful older student for now. It would not be polite or smart to tell him right away that they have the same last name. White lies were nice sometimes. Salem hadn’t come close to mastering human interaction by a long shot, but she knew that she was holding an atom bomb of information in her mind. The idea comforted her, but she didn’t know what kind of effect it would have on Gabriel.<br><br>Her knuckles rapped against the wood of the dorm room door, and she waited patiently, looking to her left to watch a few younger students laugh together. As they walked away from her towards their next class, presumably, she saw a girl with rainbow hair, growing like a wild plant. The hair almost seemed to sparkle in the light. <em>‘Heather Donald, graduating soon, nasty little thing, she looks healthy.’ </em>Salem’s mind was always busy, she thought about her brief contact with the Rainbow haired girl over the years as she waited for Gabriel to come to the door.<em> ‘She’s grown up a lot’ - ‘used to be like a wet cat looking for a place to stay wet’ - ‘So many boys so young, what’s she got that I don’t…’ - ‘the hair is exciting, sure, and she’s not afraid to show off skin.’ - ‘I had to tell her to cover up for the first two years she was here…’ - ‘haven’t seen her with anyone lately.’ - ‘She’s been, just, happy and childish like that’ - ‘Good for her.’</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>31-01-2017, 06:20:59</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/b9/ee/15/b9ee15278adf800ca1317af33c3ecc63.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gabriel Summers<br><strong>Location:</strong> His Dorm<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 9-2-17 | 5:40pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem<br><strong>Content:</strong> Gabriel is praying and meditating like he has done for years to keep his calm and composure. <br><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Ever since arriving on Earth, Gabriel was immediately aware of the technological difference between it and his...technically homeworld of Chandilar; the throneworld of the Shi'ar empire. However, here he was free. He was not a slave made to wake before his master, wait while his master ate, killed who made his master mad. Here he was his own man, and could do what he pleased. Here, even though his bed was what the people of Earth called a "Full" size, it was his. He could sleep in it when he felt like, and for as long as he felt like. <br><br>Truly amazing. Like many mornings, this one he flew into the Earth's atmosphere to glance down at what should have been his home, while searching the stars for his lost one. After however long he spent up there, he came back down. And now, several hours later still, a golden glow bathed his room. He hovered there in the center, legs crossed beneath him and arms resting on his knes. He was deep in prayer and meditation, as he'd been taught. But he had come to believe over the years as well. <br><br>Truly, religion was one of the few companies hedonism and a life of sin could keep; the irony wasn't lost on him. "Sharra; heavenly father who watches and judges us all. K'ythri, divine mother and compassionate beyond&nbsp; all. Watch and guide over your humble servant. I call Earth home now, but I have not forgotten Chandilar. Keep your watchful eyes on me. Praise be." &nbsp;The knocking on his door caused his eyes to snap open, but his concentration didn't waver. And the multitude of items floating about, surrounded by golden energy remained where they were. A wave of his hand caused the door to unlock and swing open.<br><br>&nbsp;He turned with it to face a redhead that made his heart do something funny when he saw her. He wasn't sure why, but something was...strange? He stretched hsi feet out and let them touch the floor. Everything he'd had suspended in the air floated back to it's place. Then the glow faded. Finally his glowing eyes turned back to their normal shade of blue. "Hi! I don't think we've met. I'm Gabriel Summers. How can I help you?" He smiled at the redhead, a genuine one despite something about her just feeling off to him. "Wait...are you psychic? Was I projecting my thoughts again? The Professor told me about that. It happens when I get really focused."&nbsp; </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>31-01-2017, 07:37:40</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/QZIBqHx.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers<br><strong>Location:</strong> Salem's Dorm, then the halls outside of Gabriel's Dorm<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 2nd, 5:40 pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gabriel Summers<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salem making first contact with a possible family member.&nbsp; She mentions her power, her job, and has a brief sidetrack into her duties before picking up where she left off. She's not there for help, she's there to help Gabriel in any way possible.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> Emma's clothing here (http://i.imgur.com/cK6kfyx.jpg) - Also these shoes with dark black leggings (http://i.imgur.com/4Em0Q3S.jpg) - And her signature glasses of course.<br><hr>At first, it didn’t seem like anything was amiss. But that sensation was shattered immediately. Even behind rose-colored glasses, Salem would have been able to tell that there was something powerful in that dorm room. When the lock had disengaged, when the door had opened, it all felt natural, as if some one would be standing right on the other side.<br><br>It’s a strange trick of the mind, it’s a conditioned response that humans and mutants alike are conditioned with, when a door opens by itself, there is almost always something on the other side opening it. When Salem didn’t see anyone opening the door, her head tilted.<br><br>She took a few confident steps forward to enter the magical space inside of the room. She could hardly believe her eyes. It was a fascinating world, she may have seen one hundred mutations, actively, in purpose. But, each mutant had their own signature. Each power had its own personality. She could tell that Gabriel was a powerful person as well as being a powerful mutant. The way his body turned in the air to greet her, his belongings lowering in time with the lowering of his feet. It was a spectacle, <em>‘does he - Is he trying to confuse me?’ </em>Salem took a step back as his feet found the floor. <em>‘No, I knocked on&nbsp; his door, I interrupted something.’</em> She found her focus, and smiled at him as the room seemed to fade back to normalcy with his focus on the interaction between the two of them.<br><br><em>‘His manner is strange…’</em> She hadn’t quite gotten what she had expected.<br><br><strong>“Hi Gabriel.” </strong>Salem left the door open as a gesture of choice for Gabriel. She let a chuckle out to relieve the light tension in her chest. <strong>“I’m Salem.”</strong> She reached her hand out for a handshake, with as masculine as an attitude as she could muster. <strong>“Suuuh-Uhm--”</strong> Her throat cleared right before Jonothan said <em>‘Wait...’ </em>She almost said her last name. Salem was such an earnest person by nature, it was odd for her to keep her last name from him when he had given his. She had been interrupted by him anyway. That was a happy accident. <br><br><strong>“-No. I’m not a telepath, just a walking laserbeam.” </strong>She tapped the lense over her right eye. Her fingernail clicked against the quartz four times. <strong>“Ruby Quartz, keeps the beam indoors, so to speak.”</strong><br><br>She folded her arms in front of her, a natural stance for her; weight shifted from one leg to the other. Her shoulder landed against the frame, and she leaned comfortably. <strong>“I’m just dropping in to say 'hi.' Hi.”</strong> As she spoke, her hand gestured in front of her with casual motion. She didn’t have many ways to communicate her emotions, so she had to be careful with her body language. Gesturing usually let the other person know that she was engaged. There were no eyes behind those hard sheets of Quartz. <strong>“I’m the RA here,”</strong> she pointed behind her shoulder, as if gesturing to the school, rather than his room. <strong>“It doesn’t mean much, just that I’m here to help out new students if they have any questions. Well, that’s the most vital thing I do, otherwise it’s a lot of counting staples and making phone calls.”</strong><br><br>She smiled at him, and lowered her chin half an inch. She leaned in as well, but only in the slightest move. It was a friendly motion, as if they were about to share a secret, like she might look at him over the rim of her glasses. <strong>“This is my favorite part of the gig.” </strong>She opened up, energetically popping off of the wall and balancing her weight evenly, putting her hands in her pockets and turning into the open room. <strong>“So I actually came to help you, any questions that have been bugging you? Anything you need to make things more comfortable? It’s a nice property, but it can be lonely here. I can give you a tour if you don’t know your way around.” </strong>She hadn’t come far into the room, still in arms reach of the door, should she have the need to close it, but for enough in to close it without having to move.<br><br>With those bright red lenses for eyes, she kept her gaze on Gabriel’s face, searching for something familiar. <em>‘I don’t remember a family.’ - ‘Would Xavier let him in without talking to me first?’ - ‘Would he tell me if there were another Summers at the school just so I wouldn’t have these thoughts?’ - ‘Is this boy my little brother?’</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>31-01-2017, 11:15:42</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/b9/ee/15/b9ee15278adf800ca1317af33c3ecc63.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gabriel Summers<br><strong>Location:</strong> His Dorm<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 9-2-17 | 5:40pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem<br><strong>Content:</strong> Gabriel is hopefully making a new friend. And trying to shake this nagging sensation in the back of his skull about Salem.<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; When she didn't move to enter his room, he took a step back and waved her in. It was strange the furniture here didn't hover, or have morphic capabilities. But it was <em>rustic</em>; yes, that was the word. He offered her a seat on a comfy chair he'd bought. Turns out the exchange rate for Shi'ar gold was pretty good. She introduced herself as Salem. That was a warm name. He liked it.<br><br>&nbsp;"Hi, Salem Suuuh-Uhm," he said with 100% authenticity. He did find it strange that her last name was more like what he'd hear in the Capital City than here on Earth though. "I hope we can be friends. Did I say that right? The professor said I should <em>lead</em> with that sometimes." At least he did his air quotes right this time. When she told him she wasn't a psychic, he breathed a sigh of relief. His first night here he'd had a nightmare, and the poor boy next to him woke up screaming with a bloody nose.<br><br>&nbsp;By the time they got to him he was having a seizure. It turned out the intensity of Gabriel's subconscious had been too much trauma for the young man's mind to take all at once. They had to move him to a different part of the school for his own good. He canted his head to the side while she explained a bit about what she could do, and about the "Ruby Quartz" that apparently kept her lasers from getting out. "That is so...what's the word you guys use? Cold? Cool! That's it. So cool." He held up his hand and focused, causing a thing golden beam to extend from each of his fingertips.<br><br>&nbsp;They all met directly over the center of his palm, and grew into a spinning orb. "I've got energy powers too. Hey, maybe we can train together sometime? I really wanna see you blast something now!" She explained she'd just come by to say hello, and told him she was an RA? His hand raised slightly, then lowered when she detailed what an RA was. "Thanks for the explanation. We don't have RA's where I'm from. Or...maybe we do? I didn't go to school; I only had private tutors and trainers. The only time I even got to see other people my age was during the trials, or the pit fights, or the gladiator arena. Or in the celebration chamber when we won. Once the Praetor himself even gave me advice. I wonder if he was like an RA?"<br><br>&nbsp;All of that was said with neutrality and calm, as if he was discussing the most normal thing in the world and not the modernized version of a slave escaping to freedom. Apparently her favorite part about the job was helping other students, and she liked it so much she'd leaned in to tell him. So with a smile he leaned in to listen. It was fun to joke about secrets and whispering. They could lead to severe punishment and death back home. She asked him if he needed anything, causing him to shrug. Especially when she asked if he had any questions. Boy that was a flood gate Salem may not have wanted open.<br><br>&nbsp;"I've actually got <em>so many</em> questions about this place. The Professor is so busy that I can't waste his time and just pester him all day, but there's so much I don't understand. How is it you have no Majestor or Majestrix? Instead each quadrant of this planet seems to have some sort of lower ranking leader. Presidents. Dictators. Despots? Wouldn't it be easier to have one supreme ruler, who then chose subordinates to run the day to day operations of his empire? All these different <em>countries?</em> and <em>nations</em> seem so chaotic." <br><br>For a moment, he'd let his mind get away from him, so he reigned it in. "Sorry. Just being here is kind of a huuuuuge culture shift for me. Still trying to wrap my head around actually being <em>here</em> on Earth. Ummmm, can we do the tour? I've kinda just been flying around to whatever interests me. I haven't really gotten the chance to figure out what and where everything is," he finished with a light huff and a rub of the back of his head.<br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>31-01-2017, 12:04:40</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/gfXiZgF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers<br><strong>Location:</strong> Salem's Dorm, then the halls outside of Gabriel's Dorm<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 2nd, 5:40 pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gabriel Summers<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salem is blown back by the earnest qualities of her estranged brother. She tries to keep up and answer his questions. She misses a few points, but not much. In an attempt to communicate better in a moment with a lot of sudden depth, Salem removes her glasses to show him her entire face, sans her open eyes. In the end, she has a very important question for Gabriel.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> Emma's clothing here (http://i.imgur.com/cK6kfyx.jpg) - Also these shoes with dark black leggings (http://i.imgur.com/4Em0Q3S.jpg) - And her signature glasses of course.<br><hr><br><em>‘Oh, this is too strange. He can’t be my brother. He’s barely… real.’</em> Salem was flabbergasted. She could hardly respond. Salem had already closed the door to his dorm. She’d already sat in the chair she’d been offered. She was still gathering herself, listening to him speak in his strange manner. <em>‘What is this life?’ - ‘He’s not from America? What is this accent?’</em> Salem couldn’t keep herself from smiling when he said that he wanted to be her friend. <em>‘He’s so friendly.’ </em>She was collecting the truths coming out of him in random order. She’d missed key words, here and there. So, she needed to put the puzzle pieces together as they continued to come in. It was like a Tetris game of personal conversation. Surprisingly, Salem liked the way he spoke. It was almost nice, and not unlike the way she liked to talk.<br><br><em>‘Energy powers, neat.’ - ‘Not a lot of people with powers like ours. Mines red. His is yellow.’ - ‘He’s so excitable,’ - ‘this is fascinating!’ - ‘No RA’s… where I’m from.’ - ‘Where in the hell… H’e almost like…’ - ‘what?’ </em><br><br>Salem had heard something very disturbing. She creased her brow, hidden behind her glasses as she heard details to the most fantastically tragic and endlessly tortured reality she’d ever heard. <em>‘Pit fights!’ - ‘gladiator arena.’ - ‘Oh, I’m a basic bitch…’</em> Everything else rolled in like a tidal wave, Salem was struggling to catch the facts as they swam passed in a frenzy. <em>‘I have to slow him down, or I’m going to forget something,’ - ‘do it now Salem.’</em><br><br><strong>“Ok,” </strong>he’d just asked about the tour. <strong>“We can go on the tour, but I’d like to talk for a little bit if that’s ok with you.”</strong> she smiled, and let out a laugh.<strong> “I’m just going to try and keep up here.”</strong> She sat back in the chair, unaware that she’d been perched like a canary as she listened. <strong>“Energy powers, good. We should train together soon. We’ll use the danger room, I can’t really practice that much anywhere else. Too dangerous.” </strong>She paused and looked up to her left. <strong>“My last name is Summers, not Suuh-uhm. I was afraid to tell you, because I didn’t want to freak you out…”</strong> She took a labored breath and continued. <strong>“I saw your name before I came here, and I had a feeling that you might have been my brother. I’m an orphan, so I don’t have family. It’s a rare name, so I was being cautious.”</strong><br><br>She took a moment to collect herself. <strong>“I’m going to take of my glasses, don’t be afraid.” </strong>She protected Gabriel by closing her eyes and taking the glasses off. There was a glow of red behind her eyelids. She rubbed at them and stretched the muscles around her eyes. She kept the glasses off, well aware that it was easier for people to talk to her when she didn’t have a shield over her face.<br><br><strong>“I’m Salem Summers. It’s nice to meet you Gabriel.” </strong>She looked up to him without using her eyes, showing him her face, as if her eyes were open. <strong>“I’d like to take the chance to try and answer the biggest question you asked there.” </strong>Salem was astounded by history, and she thought that she might be the most well prepared person to answer his question. <strong>“World powers, leadership, and community.”</strong> She allowed her thoughts to order themselves. <strong>“It’s too big to explain in anything besides a classroom environment. But this is how it makes sense to me. It’s all about Free Will, and humanities desire to choose their own future. I don’t want anyone to tell me what to do, and I’ll fight to protect that. I’d die…”</strong> She’d never said this out loud. <strong>“I would die to protect that. However, there’s a dark side to free will as well. Those in power still have free will. And Power corrupts. No one can be in a powerful position without losing their mind. Our presidents, and dictators, and our kings, and parliaments… They’re not perfect systems, but they’re better than slavery. And, they’re the best things we’ve come up with yet.”</strong><br><br><strong>“So…”</strong> Salem had her own big question. <strong>“You’re not from Earth?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>31-01-2017, 20:01:10</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/3c/19/0c/3c190c1e2e2d5650ef64122054d0214d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gabriel Summers<br><strong>Location:</strong> His Dorm<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 9-2-17 | 5:40pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem<br><strong>Content:</strong> Sister? Bombs just got dropped.<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; This was nice. The RA was a cool person, and she just seemed to be personable and likable. So it seemed he was indeed making a new friend. He'd have to tell the Professor later; he'd want to hear about it. He might even give him more advice. He paused and raised and eyebrow when she interrupted and said the tour was a sure deal, but for now she just wanted to talk a bit more. He was perfectly fine with that. He'd spent weeks, months not talking before. Not to himself. Not to others. Just silence. So he could talk as long as she wanted. "That's fine. What do you want to talk about? I'm...an open book! That's the phrase." <br><br>His expression beamed when she told him she wanted to train in the Danger Room. Out of everything, being able to use his powers and not hurt or kill anyone by express order of D'Ken was...it was just amazing. He was no longer a weapon. Sometimes he could still scarcely believe it. He looked to the empty sky, scared for a moment the Shi'ar would break through the atmosphere to get to him. But like every day since he'd arrived, nothing. "I get it. My powers are pretty destructive too. The Emperor made sure of that before I became useful to him." For only the second time since she showed up, when Salem told him her last name was actually <em>Summers</em>, he looked confused. <br><br>"But my name is Summers? On Earth don't shared last names mean...?" She took it from there, explaining that despite being an orphan(a word he knew from back home unfortunately), she thought he might be her little brother since Summers was indeed a very rare name. A single tear suddenly streaked down his cheek and onto the floor. It was like a bombshell had been dropped on him. Why would she lie? What reason would she have to deceive him? None whatsoever he could think of, so she must be his sister!<br><br>&nbsp;"Freaked out isn't the right term. Overjoyed maybe? I...I know what happened to my; <em>our</em> parents. And...and to know that I haven't lost everything is just." It was his turn to pause then. Even as an orphan, having never known her parents. It didn't mean Salem wanted to know the grizzly truth of D'Ken's crimes against their family, against nature itself. She warned him she was about to remove her glasses. He wasn't worried. "I'm not afraid. I trust you." Once they were off, she rubbed her eyes like they were strained, and didn't open them. It was strange to talk to someone with their eyes closed.<br><br>&nbsp;He'd been trained to notice subtle eye movements, so the lids were a detriment to his conditioning. He wasn't thinking about that though, he was thinking of something else. "The pleasure is mine, Salem." While she sat, he tucked his legs under him and hovered. Sometimes he wouldn't be given furniture back home, so this had become second nature to him. He became engrossed by Salem's answer to his question; wondering if his sister was truly this smart? He felt he wasn't all that smart, but then again his upbringing had seen to that, despite all evidence he'd shown to the contrary. When she was finished, he looked...confused? Upset? He wasn't sure how he felt about it.<br><br>&nbsp;"See the thing is. You're right. I agree with you. I think...so many people in the Empire agree with you. But I...I just don't understand <em>how</em> it's different. The Empire is all I know, and the Majestor held absolute power over the entirety of it. Even his closest friends, advisors, and family members are afraid to speak a single ill word of him. I just don't get how things aren't that way. I don't know if that makes any sense. Sorry. I'm...I'm not normal." It was her turn then to ask a question, and he could see the wheels spinning. She asked where he was from. So far, only the Professor and a few teachers were privvy to that. He wasn't hiding it. Just most people probably wouldn't believe him. "Yes...and no. But before all that, don't panic. I think I can...lemme just..."<br><br>&nbsp;Her eyes were closed so she couldn't see him when he reached out. Couldn't see him closing his own eyes in concentration. He floated just a bit closer, and touched her forehead with his index finger and his thumb. He sought out the staggering amount of energy constantly in her body, like it was being pumped in from another place. He could see the circuits and conduits of it surging about. And then he knew what he needed to do. It was a temporary fix, but with a tweak, he manipulated the energy flow so it wasn't centered <em>only</em> in her head behind her eyes. For as long as he was in the room, she could see without those glasses. <br><br>" Okay, I think I helped. Can you...open your eyes? Trust me if my plan didn't work I can handle whatever, but...I think you can see. For now at least." Whether she tried to or not, he'd wait a few seconds before going back to the story. "I am from Earth, but I'm not. I was conceived here. In Alaska. But then, I was taken by an alien race called the Shi'ar. I was raised there by the Emperor, as his slave. There is...there's a lot more to the story, but it's bad. Basically all of it. To make it short though, not too long ago I escaped my captivity and crashed back here on Earth. I know it sounds crazy, but it's all true. Even Xavier didn't want to believe me till he read my mind."<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>01-02-2017, 06:32:04</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/gfXiZgF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers<br><strong>Location:</strong> Salem's Dorm, then the halls outside of Gabriel's Dorm<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 2nd, 5:40 pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gabriel Summers<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salem feels violated. She's too complicated to just open her eyes and look at him. Frustrated, and trying to stay civil, she demands that her powers be returned to her.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> Emma's clothing here (http://i.imgur.com/cK6kfyx.jpg) - Also these shoes with dark black leggings (http://i.imgur.com/4Em0Q3S.jpg) - And her signature glasses of course.<br><hr>Salem’s hesitation could be seen in her stiff eyebrows, and the way that they clenched in the center showed her confusion. <em>‘Our parents. He knows what happened to our parents?’ - ‘He couldn’t be sure… how is he so sure…?’ - ‘overjoyed?’ - ‘emperor’ - ‘Why is this so bizarre?’ </em>Salem’s mind couldn’t really fathom what was going on around her. To begin with, her eyes were closed, and she put herself at a disadvantage there, but she had expected this. <br><br>Her expression softened, but it wasn’t calm. She couldn’t see him sitting in mid air again, but she could feel something going on. It was like feeling someone walk into a room without looking back to see them. She could tell that he was doing something strange. It frightened her. Unthreatened still, she kept her glasses to her side, confident that she could blast him away if anything got too weird. <em>‘If this boy is telling the truth…’ - ‘he would be unfamiliar, by culture shock, he really means lack of education.’ - ‘He’s barely human, he doesn’t understand normal things…’ </em><br><br>She was dealing with too much when Gabriel went back into his life on the other world. He might as well have been trying to sort out a confusing dream, there wasn’t nearly enough context for Salem to follow that part of the conversation anymore. But she could feel him struggling with the idea of compassion and the free will of the righteous. She wanted to respond, but her brain was too busy trying to make sense of a puzzle too disruptive to be real. So she stayed quiet for a while, managing her own hangups was a tough chore in that moment. Her fingers were starting to hurt from how tight she was holding her glasses.<br><br>Salem was starting to understand all of this before things got...intrusive. <em>”I think I can...lemme just..."</em><br><br>Salem might have pulled away if she saw his hand coming close to her head. She was a very private girl, a very closed off person. She had come to scout on a boy that might have been her brother, now, all of a sudden, her little brother was inside of her mind. It was disturbing. Her cheeks tightened, and her jaw started to quiver. Her eyebrows went up and the muscles around the socket tightened but she didn’t open them. She didn’t know what he was doing but she braced when he touched her face, and she could feel it as he pulled the energy away from her eyes.<br><br>The alarm system was hot, and it was firing in every portion of her being.<em> ‘What!’ - ‘...’ - ‘No.’ </em>She didn’t dare open her eyes. A twirling red light was all she could see on the backside of her eyelids and it had nothing to do with her power. Her hearing was dominated by a subtle ringing and she didn’t know why. It felt like a piece of metal had just scraped against a filling in her mouth. It felt like there was water in her ears. She kept her eyes closed. It was the safe choice, her personal choice, and a statement of free will all at once, in addition to a few other reasons she couldn’t even comprehend at the moment.<br><br>Gabriel continued, and she couldn’t focus, too busy dealing with the idea of a family, and that this uncertainty of a human might be the one link she has to the past. <em>‘How would we ever relate?’ - ‘How could I ever be a big sister to him?’ - ‘Do I even want to be a big sister?’</em><br><br>He finished to her dismay. She wasn’t ready for any of this. She just wanted to meet this boy as his RA, and guide him around campus. She was close to tears, but she fought them.<em> ‘I’m not crying right now.’ - ‘No.’ - ‘Not right now.’</em> She didn’t realize it, but she hated that she was either herself and blind, or powerless and happy. Gabriel didn’t know what he was doing. He didn’t know that he was digging his nails into an open wound. But Salem was learning that she was actually happier with the laser beam coming out of her head. And for this moment, in a moment where she could tell that she didn’t have the beam behind her eyes, she was horrified that the power would never come back.<br><br>She had set him up for this, but she hadn’t planned on it going this way. Suddenly, someone she didn’t really know was about to look into her eyes. It was a private place that no one had been allowed inside for over six years. She didn’t care if this might have been a beautiful moment between two long lost siblings, this was not going to happen. She wasn’t going to risk opening her eyes. He could be wrong, and he didn’t have the slightest clue of what she was capable of. <em>‘I could open my eyes and kill four people behind him.’ - ‘ this is reckless.’ </em><br><br>Salem didn’t even reply to him. His plan was irrelevant to her. She had barely heard his story. <br><br>She’d listened, she’d cataloged the entire tale. But it didn’t matter to her anymore. <strong>“Give it back...”</strong> She was trembling.&nbsp; Salem was a cold person. And this was way over the line for her. <strong>“I believe you. You’re from Shi-ear. Not here, 10-4." </strong>She tried her best to pronounce Shi'ar, but she'd spoken quickly. The following was spoken much more slowly. <strong>"You took away my powers.”</strong> She knew why he’d done it. He wanted her to be able to see, he was trying to do her a favor. But it was a big favor, it was too big of a favor. She hadn’t earned it. Salem wasn’t the type to accept gifts, or let a stranger in easily. This was the definition of frustration for her. She braced again, showing a flash of her anger. <strong>“I want them returned to me...” </strong>Salem clenched her fist, and tried to dig her nails into her palms just deep enough to keep them from bleeding. <strong>“...Right now.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>02-02-2017, 05:11:37</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Ryw8S5q.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Laura Kinney | Wolverine<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm room shared between Laura, Rahne and Antoinette<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st, 2017, late morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire, Netty | Marionette<br><strong>Content:</strong> Unlike the hesitant Rahne, Laura boasts about her powers and shares a snippet of her gruesome history<br><hr><br>Laura had lived a terrible life before being taken in by Logan and Professor Xavier. She had lived on the streets, stealing and selling her body to survive, being taken advantage of by men three, four times her age. It had been more than two years ago since they'd rescued her, but she could still remember what it felt like to be looked at like a piece of meat, some flesh to use and enjoy and discard. When Netty stared her down from across the room, she felt a familiar sense of being appraised, but... It was also different. She didn't sense any hostility in Netty's posture, no threatening intent lacing her words as she greeted Rahne, explained her powers, and asked about their own. Laura didn't understand it consciously, but her mind recognized some of the signals Netty was sending her. Rahne had sometimes looked at her like that, but always with hesitation, fear. Netty seemed almost amused in contrast, and Laura took the bait that was left for her as she felt a desire to get closer to Netty.<br><br>She stood off her bed, and angled first for the plate of food set out on her desk. It wasn't a look she gave her roommate often, but Laura glanced back at Rahne, sitting on her bed, and flashed the girl an honest, appreciative smile. Sometimes it wasn't so bad to have Rahne pretending to be her mother; She was starving, but because of her intriguing new roommate, Laura didn't want to leave the room, either. As Rahne hesitantly explained her mutant power to Netty, Laura began to slice up her egg with a fork, green eyes flicking between the others. Rahne was nervous, clutching her cross, the scent of the oil on her fingers smudging the metal as strong as the fat, meat and spice of the sausage links on her plate. Everything made Rahne nervous, it seemed, but her mutation was such a taboo subject that Laura had never pushed the Scot to demonstrate or explain further. She didn't understand her friend's hesitation, but she respected it, and Laura felt an impulsive need to protect Rahne from being asked to show her powers off.<br><br><strong>"I do a lot, really,"</strong> Laura began to explain, shyly avoiding Netty's eyes as she took slow steps closer to the dark-skinned girl. A few feet away from Netty's bed, Laura slunk down to her knees, carefully balancing the edge of her plate at the top of her thigh so she could continue to eat. <strong>"I have a healing factor. I heal like, instantly."</strong> Laura began to stab at her potatoes, shoveling big heaps into her mouth, eyes occasionally glancing up at Netty, suddenly so self-conscious about the piggish way that she ate. Laura slowed her pace and actually chewed some of her food and swallowed it before she continued to speak. <strong>"I have heightened senses. I could hear and smell you before you even walked in here."</strong> The mutant gave an impish grin, devilishly proud of her keen eyes, ears and nose that so often gave her the upper hand, even in trivial situations like this.<br><br><strong>"And,"</strong> she began, growing visibly excited, eyes wide and almost crazy-looking. She was feeling more fearless than before when she had felt so bashful, now unafraid to stare right into Netty's dark eyes. Laura dropped her fork onto her plate and held up her now free hand, showing the back of it to the other girl. Then, a tiny droplet of blood appeared on her skin, in the space between the knuckles of her middle and index finger. Slowly, a shimmering metal blade began to slither out from that bloody dot, and a moment later, one long adamantium claw, as sharp as sin, was held up in front of Laura's face. <strong>"Bastards that cloned me thought this would make me a better child soldier. And they were right."</strong> She was practically panting with excitement as she regaled Netty with her vile tale, and then brought her claw down to stab into one of the sausage links, carefully skewering it and bringing it to her lips where she bit it off and chewed it down.<br><br>It wasn't that she liked to be grotesque and scare people. Her heart was beating with terror as she exposed herself and her horrifying past. In truth, she wanted someone to know and understand... She wanted someone to care. But she couldn't just tell Netty or Rahne to care, and she couldn't <em>pretend</em> to care whether they cared or not. And she couldn't tell the professor or Legion how she felt because talking to them made her want to fling herself out of the nearest window, which she'd already done at least once. Laura was a foolish teenager, she couldn't comprehend her complex feelings, but she found herself staring daggers into Netty's eyes, waiting for any type of reaction, good or bad.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>02-02-2017, 19:56:35</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/PawLRBy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Antoinette 'Netty' Laveau | Marionette<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st, 2017 Late Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne &amp; Laura<br><strong>Content:</strong> Comedic shock<br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Three vastly different women, now living in the same room. Stereotypes would tell that the situation wouldn't be great. Women? Especially women with unimaginable powers? It could lead to something devastating if they were to clash. Fortunately for Netty, she wasn't going to make enemies anytime soon. The young woman simply sat there and stared as they talked one by one. Learning a lot from just a few sentences and body language. Netty felt like a therapist, sitting on her bed in such an aloof manner. For her, it was comfortable - an easy way to situate herself and those around her. Keeping people at a distance, but not seeming like a lone wolf. The girl was tired of that. <br><br>Even for the type of person that she was, there was perhaps something about Laura that had staring intently. Respect, mostly. Maintaining eye contact from what seemed to be an aggressive person, but that could just be judgement from not knowing her. Rahne, on the other hand - Netty could sense a beautiful heart. Not in the sense that Laura could. But there was something quite fragile about the Scottish girl. The accent was something Netty could used to, but she would find herself trying to work her out of the fragile and stumbling personality.<br><br>No one should ever have to feel so vulnerable all the time.<br><br><strong>"Self healing? Well, I guess I won't ever have to worry about aiding you."</strong> Netty responded with a smirk. She couldn't help but find Laura incredibly intriguing and attractive. What made things better for her was the consistent eye contact and the show of interest. They exchanged looks, mostly flirting - probably trying to figure out each other as well.<br><br><strong>"Holy shit..so that doesn't hurt? That's pretty cool. Sucks how it happened, but - for what's worth, I think you're damn neat. Just don't go smelling for me."</strong> she joked, her smile genuine and sweet. The show of the sharp knives didn't exactly scare or worry her, but it did make her cringe. It was that look someone would give when it bothers them, but they wanna see more. Netty was that person. <strong>"And you're...a wolf? like, a werewolf on demand? You girls are the coolest people I've met so far."</strong> Netty was starting to believe that it was worth it - especially if she might see Laura naked again.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>03-02-2017, 15:34:47</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/A0Kp6TK.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st, 2017, Late Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Laura Kinney | Wolverine, Antoinette Laevu | Marionette<br><strong>Content:</strong> Starting to feel just <em>slightly</em> like a third wheel.<br><hr><br>Rahne couldn't help but notice the way that Netty and Laura continued to look at each other. Living in the orphanage, she had become very skilled at reading body language. She had to, to pick out the subtle ticks of the Reverend to try and predict his mood. Was he angry, and in a mood to strike her? Or was he annoyed by something, something she had minutes to fix and spare herself suffering through the annoyance becoming anger? So picking up on <em>something</em> between her two roommates was fairly easy.<br><br>Interpreting it was harder. She'd never guess that Laura's more talkativeness was an attempt to spare her from talking much about her own powers. The new Wolverine, she knew, was proud of her skill and abilities anyway, and a chance to talk and show off was probably right up her ego's alley. Emerald eyes just watched as Laura walked over to Netty's bed, crouching near her while eating. And then slowing her eating, as if suddenly self-conscious...That was interesting. And Netty's smirk and smile in return, her praise on Laura's abilities...Rahne shook her head, trying to rid herself of her thoughts. She felt the sudden pang of jealousy, for reasons she refused to to address. It was wrong. Very, very wrong. <br><br>Netty, thankfully, snapped her from her thoughts when she commented on her abilities.<br><br>"Ah...s'pose you can say it like that, mhm," she just said in agreement, as Netty described her as a werewolf on demand. Her cheeks reddened slightly as the girl continued on to call the two of them the coolest, though. "Ah wouldn't go that far...Wolverine, definitely, she's one o' the best fighters here, period. But Ah'm...not really..." she said, passing off another bit of praise for Laura's ego, while shying away from such herself. Netty probably wouldn't think the same if she knew she hated her powers--she hated being a mutant. She hated being feared and hated, all because of someone beyond her control. Being born the way she had been wasn't her fault. Being accused of the sin of existing was a hard one to cope with. <br><br>Her eyes shifted from Netty, to Laura, and back to Netty. Cheeks flushing again, she stood up, letting go of the cross at her neck. She had to busy herself, or this wouldn't end well. And so she started to busy herself around the room, focusing on her areas, organizing her desk, re-sorting her books, the most prominent of which was an old Bible, sitting at the corner of her desk to be easily reached from the bed. It looked like it had seen a lot of use, and was quite old. Faded thin pages, that "old book smell" of having survived decades...Moira told her it had belonged to her birth mother, and as such, it was one of Rahne's most treasured possessions. A brush of her hand dusted off the non-existent layer of dust on the cover, as fingers traced the wording on the leather cover, before she started to organize her school books and papers, not sure how to be a part of the conversation without being a downer on the matter. <br><br>Though, occasional glances at Laura's messy bed, hinted she was considering tidying it up again the moment the girl left the room. Until then, she murmured quietly to herself.<br><br>"...should meet with Professor Howlett again, see if he's free this weekend for practice...Meeting with Professor Xavier tomorrow, check my mental block. Mm...Oh, I thought I lost this..." she hummed, pulling up a charcoal sketch she had made of the mansion from the outside, the detail practically making it a black and white photo. Smiling softly, she set that aside on her desk. "Wonder if my sketchbook is in here...Where did I put that..." Yes, the girl was one that would talk softly to herself when trying to distract herself from something. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>04-02-2017, 08:36:16</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/H1frMRe.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James 'Logan' Howlett<br><strong>Location:</strong> Logan's office, adjacent to his quarters<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st, 2017, late afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Laurie Collins | Wallflower<br><strong>Content:</strong> Logan is waiting to meet his new teaching assistant<br><hr><br>Sometimes the sun bothered Logan. He sat in his comfortable leather desk chair and stared out the window at the western horizon, where the sun was beginning to loom closer and closer to the horizon, darkness mere hours away. He had lived fifty years in the future of this world, or at least a world like it; A place and time chaotic and hellish, where villains ruled the land and terrorized everyone under their thumb. The Red Skull ruled from the White House like the German dictator he aspired to be, the Hulk's incestuous offspring rampaged through California as murderous landlords to oppressed peoples. None of them existed in this world, but the sun looked the same as he remembered, and sometimes that was enough to terrify him.<br><br>Somehow he'd found himself with Charles at the school. At first he refused to join them, not wanting anything to do with the X-Men, not trusting himself to be around them lest history repeat itself. However, it wasn't really up to Logan. He was identified as a mutant by the government and forced to come to this place or be otherwise imprisoned. It was a more difficult choice than he cared to admit, but after some coaxing from Xavier, Logan reluctantly agreed to come aboard. Things were strange at first, as he adjusted to this world, this school. So many people were different, some didn't even exist as far as he could tell. Some were almost the exact same as he remembered them. But everyone looked at him funny, knowing that he was a fake, that he was replacing their Logan, a dead man encased in adamantium. <br><br>After taking some time to adjust, Logan took a new role at the school: teaching history. It was ironic, considering this wasn't his world and his history, but it's what Logan was good at. Like the differences between his time, a lot was the same, but some was different, some was gone. Logan was poring over the textbook that Charles had recommended for his curriculum, taking notes with his left hand, occasionally getting frustrated and furiously rubbing his eraser into his most recent sentence to start anew. <br><br><strong>"No Captain America fighting in the second world war... How the hell did the good guys pull it off without him?"</strong> He clutched his forehead just beneath his gray temples, softly rubbing his skin to soothe the headache he'd imagined but couldn't actually get. He was waiting or his teaching assistant to arrive; In the past, a TA might have just been to help grade papers and to occasionally fill in while he went on a mission. Now, though, he thought he might have to heavily rely on his assistant to help him fill in the gaps of his knowledge.<br><br>The one he'd chosen was Laurie Collins, code-name Wallflower. Logan had a good feeling that she would work out at his side, for many reasons. He knew her in his universe, and she had been a good kid there. Here, he hadn't interacted with her nearly as much, but she seemed so similar to his Laurie, one of the ones that hadn't changed too much. She had just graduated at the end of the last semester and was intent on teaching someday, but she needed some practical experience in the classroom first. On top of it all, her powers would have a surprising usefulness to him. The girl was hopeful, optimistic, sweet... She would make him like her as pheromones would send her moods out to anyone that could smell them.<br><br>He could use some of those good moods now. Logan drummed the eraser of his pencil on the table, waiting impatiently for her to arrive, wondering what the hell he'd gotten himself into...
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>04-02-2017, 18:24:30</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/3c/19/0c/3c190c1e2e2d5650ef64122054d0214d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gabriel Summers<br><strong>Location:</strong> His Dorm<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 9-2-17 | 5:40pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem<br><strong>Content:</strong> Trying not to freak out because she's freaking out<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; There! Just like that, he'd helped his sister in the first few minutes of meeting her. Sure his fix was only temporary, as all he'd done was sort of help along the energy that because of whatever reason, was improperly building up behind her eyes to the point where as soon as she opened them, it was all immediately unleashed. But for now at least, she'd be able to look around and see the world.<br><br>&nbsp;Not...destruction bathed in crimson. And the best part was that her powers still worked like normal. All she had to do was open her eyes and want it, instead of just being behind glasses all the time. He expected a joyous thank you, or a big hug or something like that for helping. But the trembling that started to take her over wasn't from happiness. It was...anger? Fear? Misunderstanding? All of that rolled into a big bundle and stuffed inside Salem. His heart started to hammer when she practically croaked for him to "give it back".<br><br>&nbsp;"Give...give what? I didn't take anything, I just-" She kept on, she said she believed him about where he was from, but she wanted the powers he "took" from her. She said to give them back, like right then and there. No tears flowed from his eyes, as it was hard to cry now. He sighed and nodded, reaching his hand back out. "Salem...just calm down, please. I'd never do anything to hurt you, and I'll turn it back but..."<br><br>&nbsp;Reaching out until he could see the energy in her body as clearly as he could see her in front of him, he took back what he'd done. His little jaunt into her energy stream had only helped it be how it was supposed to, not what it was. He could see the energy in her was not in all the right places. But, he supposed that having something wrong for all your life tended to make it seem right. And changing that as quickly as he had, might be detrimental. <br><br>"Okay. It's back to normal. But I didn't take your powers, Salem. I just wanted to do something nice...I wanted you to be able to see the world around you, for real. I know how hard it is to be denied of something your entire life because of an accident. But...I'm sorry. I won't do it again." Was she mad? He wasn't sure if it was finding out she was his sister, but suddenly he didn't want Salem upset with him. It felt different from normal people being upset with him.<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>04-02-2017, 23:02:16</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1314.photobucket.com/albums/t576/croweshadow/Misc/b725c53d3c64e6829f97465579ec0681_zpspymfytmz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jean Grey<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jean's room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 4, evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salvation, Yolande, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Jean watches the news from the tv in her room<br><hr><br>Jean had just come out of the shower when she turned on the tv in her room. She absent-mindedly tried her long red hair with a towel as she telekinetically picked out a change in clothes. Several objects in her room began to move seemingly by themselves, like drawers opening as she pulled out clothes. Anyone would think that there was a poltergeist in the room as she expanded her mental powers. This was a practical way for her to constantly train her powers while getting on with her day. She stepped out of her towel and into a soft pair of slacks and, after securing her bra, a yellow blouse that was comfortable and stylish. While she buttoned her blouse, she used her telekinetics to pick up a brush and comb her hair. She stepped into some comfortable slippers with short heels. It was a compromise between always looking professional around the school while also being comfortable. <br><br>Around then she heard the name David Charleston. She was familiar with the individual. For the most part, he had seemed fair, even though she felt he was misguided in his fears of mutants. Not that Magneto’s Brotherhood did anything to dissuade those fears and concerns. As she listened to the man’s words, she shook her head in disappointment. Xavier had told her you cannot fight fire with fire. Mr. Charleston didn’t even stop to think that this new weapon could be seen as a challenge by Magneto, whose ego might demand to make an example or show of force to let humans know he was undeterred from his vision. <br><br>As the scene cut to ‘The Equalizer’ on a mission to suppress a “rogue” mutant, Jean Grey stood up. Usually, they tried a more orderly approach first, such as having a couple of officers giving the mutant a warrant to come register willingly. If the mutant resisted or tried to flee, a special ops team would already have the area surrounded and use power-dampening darts or gas. Something like this huge hulking beast of metal seemed not only excessive, but unnecessary and unjust. Naturally, the mutant was scared and fought back, giving this ‘operative’ the green light to hunt and exercise whatever means necessary to bring her down. <br><br>Without noticing, Jean’s mind was reacting already to the violence on tv. Several objects in her room floated through her telekinesis. <em>“That thing…How can they think this makes anything right!? This makes me sick!”</em> As she grit her teeth, a vase went flying right towards the wall and crashed with all the force she’d been holding inside. The sound of the crash brought her back to reality and she finally caught a breath. <strong>“Damn..”</strong> She muttered and went to get something to pick up the broken shards. It was such a nice vase too. Storm had given it to her as a gift. It was aqua-colored with peach flowers drawn on it, with gold trims. Now it was in pieces. That red-headed temper of hers could be a real pain sometimes.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>08-02-2017, 05:40:38</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/gfXiZgF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers<br><strong>Location:</strong> Salem's Dorm, then the halls outside of Gabriel's Dorm<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 2nd, 5:40 pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gabriel Summers<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salem gets her powers back to normal. She covers her eyes again and opens up in a different way. She tells Gabriel a few things about this world, and herself before inquiring about her family again.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> Emma's clothing here (http://i.imgur.com/cK6kfyx.jpg) - Also these shoes with dark black leggings (http://i.imgur.com/4Em0Q3S.jpg) - And her signature glasses of course.<br><hr>It was a deep part of her personality. The fact that she couldn’t open her eyes unless they were covered was a constant metaphor for her. She had to use restraint and discipline constantly or she was risking everyone’s safety. That’s how she lived her whole life. Dedication to control the power inside of her was what drove her. This shortcut would be like winning the lottery. It would destroy her from the inside. She wouldn’t have earned it. Gifts were great. Big gifts were better. This gift, this was too good. Gabriel didn’t realize how much he was giving her. It was far too much for her to handle.<br><br>She could feel the power return to her eyes, and she let herself sit back in the chair away from her potential brother’s hand. She was starting to calm, she could feel her heart rate slow down instantly. <strong>“Thank you.”</strong> She wanted to be diplomatic. She didn’t want to burn down this bridge.<br><br>Her glasses returned to her face, and she opened her eyes comfortably behind the ruby quartz that had kept her safe for years. <br><br>Salem glanced over her lap to look at Gabriel floating there. <strong>”Whoa.”</strong> Salem ran one of her hands through her hair and took a deep breath. <strong>“That was intense.”</strong> She felt bad. Salem knew that Gabriel was only trying to help. But she didn’t have the capability to inform him that she appreciated the offer. <strong>“I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to get short with you.” </strong><br><br>Salem’s gentle hands found one strange home after another; the arms of the chair, her own lap, her temple, the space between her knees and so on. He tried to tell her that he was trying to help, and she could feel everything that he had done. It made sense to her, from his perspective a life with more control meant more happiness. But, Salem had found her own control, it was ruby quartz. It was her glasses and her visor. They were tangible things. She could physically hold her control in her hand. It was a mask that she could put on and off, a master switch for her own emotional circuit board. <br><br>The girl’s mind was ablaze with clarity. This moment held weight to it, she would remember it forever. It was a lot to take in. Salem didn’t realize how much she leaned on her lack of control until that moment. She was trying to catch up with her own reaction to Gabriel’s manipulation. And she was doing it outloud. This was far more private than Salem had been in years with anyone. <br><br>She waited for him to say his peace and she tried to use his state of mind to help him understand her feelings about what he’d just done to her.<br><br>It was too big of a concept for her to actually understand and feed back to her brother. <strong>“It seems like you come from a very different place.”</strong> She stumbled on her choice. She wasn’t sure how to proceed with this explanation. Her back straightened and she sat up, blinking, happy that he couldn’t see her expression anymore. The bewilderment in her body language was obvious though, and she couldn’t hide that. <strong>“By different, I don’t mean physically in different space, but, your world was nothing like this one.”</strong><br><br>She was on a good tract, she let her mind speak instead of filtering it. The earnest result was almost as rare as seeing Salem’s eyes might have been. <br><br><strong>“This world might seem more peaceful, and more… free, like I was saying before. But there are a lot of very strange rules you’re going to need to learn.”</strong> She was starting to sound a little angry again, when she was speaking without thinking like this, her emotions came through, and she could only try and temper herself. If she didn’t calm down, her tone wouldn’t shift. <br><br>She continued in her authoritarian tone. <strong>“We’re fragile people here. We have a lot of private things that other people aren’t allowed to see. You have a tremendous power Gabriel Summers.”</strong> Salem’s hand dangled from the edge of the chair, she felt like she might cry. She suddenly felt a sting of regret about not opening her eyes when Gabriel had given her the chance. <strong>“That power is very intrusive though. You were inside me, changing things. I wasn’t ready for it.”</strong><br><br>Salem leaned forward even more, she hadn’t thought about doing so. <strong>“I-”</strong> a stutter, then she picked up, <strong>“I might be willing to accept the gift that you were trying to give me... one day.” - “But, right now, I need these glasses as much as I need my power.”</strong> She was realizing this as she was saying it out loud. <strong>“I would love to let the world in, I would.” </strong>She stumbled over herself, forcing herself not to cry. <br><br><strong>“I’m not ready for that yet. I don’t want that much company right now.”</strong> No one had peered into Salem’s eyes for six years. She was even starting to forget what they actually looked like. <strong>“Now.”</strong><br><br><strong>“You said ‘our’ parents.”</strong> This can of worms was opening too. <strong>“Gabriel? I've wondered this my whole life. Do you know what happened to my family? Are you my brother?”</strong> If he could prove it, if he could cement that part of her life right now, she would be grateful. He might see her cry, she hoped that that wouldn’t happen. But, that depended on how gentle he was going to be with the news. Salem knew that this boy could be rather forward. And she was rolling the dice on this one.<em> ‘I have to know.’ </em>Gabriel had said Alaska, that was one thing Salem did know about her past. Xavier had told her, but nothing more; she had been born in Alaska as Salem Summers. <br><br>She was starting to feel like Gabriel had the rest of that story.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>08-02-2017, 16:29:27</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/patrick-stewart-professor-xavier-x-men.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Charles Xavier<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headmaster's Office<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday 5th, 10:55 AM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open to any teachers<br><strong>Content:</strong> Waiting for teachers to arrive for the meeting.<br><hr><br>Charles had asked Lucas to re-arrange the furniture in his office this morning. He'd debated asking Mr. Bishop for help, but realistically any attempt to reorganize the room himself would be pitiful at best. Fortunately it hadn't taken too long. The desk was pushed up to the wall, allowing for several chairs to be arranged in a circular pattern. Charles himself waited at the head of the room, as simply a part of the circle and not a leader. After all, the goal of this meeting was to at least begin in an informal manner. He wanted to know what his teachers, as people, thought of the subject. Their suggestions as professionals could come later. <br><br>He needed to hear the emotional reaction they had to the previous night's events. And then, of course, would come the planning. He was very determined to make certain that the school was properly defended should governmental policy change. This was a wealth of power that tipped the scales single handed. Before it would've taken an army, or more, to even consider assaulting the school. Now he wasn't sure if they could even hold back this lone man. Certainly not without a great deal of loss, he imagined. A discussion with the Ambassador was guaranteed, but what he was asking for needed to be clarified very cleanly. <br><br>As he weighed up his own opinions on the subject he pondered who might arrive. Hopefully the majority of the staff. He'd sent Bishop off to handle the school while so many teachers were busy, and had talked through the mans opinion already while they set up the room. Ever the soldier in dark times Bishop saw it as a military show of force by the government. Almost blurring the line between counter-terrorism and terrorism in and of itself. It would certainly spread fear and panic amid the mutant community, and doubtless even the students and perhaps some teachers of his school. Bishop was right to be angry about that, and right to demand that some form of understanding and rules needed to be reached. This new suit was swaying the line far over equality, and clearly designed to turn the mutants into the ones behind in the arms race. Unfortunately Charles knew all too well that a show of force like this would invite a drastic response from Erik. <br><br>He shook his head a little, saddened at the path America was headed down. But for now he needed to try to stay in the moment. Nearly eleven, now, at least. Shouldn't be long before a few of the teachers would start to arrive and be able to discuss Salvation.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>09-02-2017, 20:28:36</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/c/ca/Kitsch2.png/180px-Kitsch2.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gambit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headmaster's Office<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday 5th, 10:55 AM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charles<br><strong>Content:</strong> Teacher's meeting about Salvation<br><hr>After leaving the beautiful Tess to her own devices, Gambit went back upstairs to his room to make a quick change before going to speak with Xavier. His opinion on the situation with Salvation still wasn't sitting well with him and he wanted Charles to know about it. Not only that but he was hoping Colossus was going to be there so he could say a few choice words to him as well. After all Colossus was not the boss of him, nor was he a child that needed to be reprimanded. He was a team member and teacher and if he didn't understand that, there were going to be a lot of head butting between the two mutants. It was something he didn't want but he wouldn't have Colossus speaking to him like that again without there being consequences....whether it is a few choice words or a staff up the ass. So, this meeting was something they definitely all needed. At least to clear the air.<br><br>Once Gambit made it to the office door, he knocked gently before opening the door a crack to look inside. When he saw that the Professor was already there waiting for them, he stepped inside and made his way over to the sofa where he took a seat and got comfortable. He figured since everyone was going to have a lot to say about the situation at hand he might as well make himself at home since they were probably going to be there awhile. "Professor! We need teh' talk about dat incident outside de' school. It's not okay for dat' tin bucket to tink' it's okay to smash a girl's face in de ground. He acted like it was no big deal and it was. He could have easily killed her! Remy don't like dat'."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>09-02-2017, 21:32:09</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.skyrock.net/9154/44199154/pics/2823309308_1.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headmaster's Officer<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday 5th, 10:55am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charles, Gambit<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salvation Meeting</span> <br><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Luckily the girl had been fine when they checked her out. And now she was here at the mansion, and as safe as she could be. But the thought of Salvation pulverizing her from start to finish didn't sit well with him. It was excessive like everything America did. But this was a dangerous precedent to set. What if he used that level of force against a child? Or someone without heightened durability and strength? He could, and definitely <em>would</em> kill somebody. And if it was a mutant, he'd probably get away scot free.<br><br>&nbsp;Today they had a meeting to discuss the government's new bully disguised as a peace initiative. Before he went, he'd brewed a pot of tea, and now had a tray as well as several cups. It wasn't long before he was opening the door to the Headmaster's Office. And he came in just as Gambit started to tell Xavier what had his crawdads in a boil. "Of course it's not okay, Gambit. Not only is it not okay, it's morally sickening. But the problem is, the government runs things and the way they've got the laws set up, it <em>is</em> okay. At least from a legal standpoint. Nothing Salvation did yesterday even made the top brass bat an eye. In fact I'm sure they were evaluating and gave him top scores for his display." <br><br>He paused and poured Charles a cup of tea, as well as one for himself and Remy if he wanted it. "I did notice that despite the measure of overwhelming force he used, the girl was completely fine. How advanced must their technology be to know enough of our powers to turn lethal measures into non-lethal so easily? And I'm sure vice-versa when the time comes." </span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>10-02-2017, 03:06:13</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1314.photobucket.com/albums/t576/croweshadow/Misc/b725c53d3c64e6829f97465579ec0681_zpspymfytmz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jean Grey<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headmaster's Office<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 5, morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Xavier, Gambit, Colossus, others<br><strong>Content:</strong> Teacher's meeting<br><hr><br>It had been quite the busy morning already. Jean went for a quick run early on to try and release some excess tension from the news she saw the day before. She had been out when Salvation brought the new mutant to the school. Good thing too, because she might have lost her cool and done something regrettable if she saw him face to face. She could not condone the way they hunted these young mutants. Still, she tried to put those thoughts away while she was in the early morning class. When she needed to, she could maintain her calm—or at least appear to—when it counted. <br><br>After the students left her classroom, Jean felt the telepathic summons from Professor Xavier. She suspected what this meeting was all about. She prepared for it and went to his office. Already, she sensed two other teachers were already there: Piotr Rasputin and Remy Lebeau. She wondered what they had to say about all this.<br><br><strong>“Good morning, gentlemen.”</strong> Jean said as she entered the room and took her usual seat right by Xavier’s side. Already she could feel Remy’s anger but tried to keep it from upsetting her as well. Being able to read emotions sometimes meant that her mood could be affected by them, so it was important to keep herself in check. <strong>“I think we should let Professor Xavier speak.”</strong> She said to her teammates, then looked to the man in the wheelchair, <strong>“Professor, what do we know about this ‘Salvation’ character?”</strong> She appeared calm, but she was anxious to get some answers like everyone else. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>10-02-2017, 07:29:48</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdxh9rK1H91rvqvo4o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Doctor Nemesis<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headmaster's office<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5th of September 2017, Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charles, Jean, Piotr and Gambit<br><strong>Content:</strong> Entering the room<br><hr><br>He looked even more ragged than he had done when he came home yesterday. He had bags under his eyes, was muttering to himself, looking down at a tablet, almost bumping into someone before sighing "What are you..." he groaned, biting his lower lip as he moved towards a free seat, turning off the tablet, more so out of frustration than out of courtesy. He ran his hands through his hair as he heard the others speak, but he couldn't focus on that right now. His powers were being stupid right now, he kept seeing bits and pieces of a full concept, he had been making parts of this greater idea for the past 8 ours, and he still could not figure out what he was making. Then it dawned on him and he gazed over at the Professor "Oh... Right..." he said as he started tapping away at the tablet gathering what he had made. It was a pair of cybernetic legs, the first component he had made was a biological control chip, as he knew biologically that an implant like he had to control his eyes, would disrupt a psychic if the implant was metallic. He smiled softly and then slid the tablet over to the professor with the full concept shown. "Take a look at that later Professor" he said as he looked at the others "We don't know anything, and that's the problem..." He said, having heard Jean's question as he entered. He looked over at her and said "However it is safe to assume that the suit, is made entirely out of non-magnetic alloys, otherwise they'd be bloody idiots. But that too is beside the point, we need to talk about the Elephant in the room. Erik..." He said, probably being the sole person in the Mansion who missed their old comrade, turned adversary right about now
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>10-02-2017, 14:11:43</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Y9I3Er3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers | “Cyclops”<br><strong>Location:</strong> Yolande's Dormroom<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 6th, 6:50 pm <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Meticulous<br><strong>Content:</strong> walking to Yolande's dorm, knocking on door.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> red sweater in avatar photo. Blue jeans. black ballet flats. Hair up in a ponytail.<br><hr> There was a lot of commotion around the school about the night before the night before. Salem didn't watch the news on television very often, and she was actually in bed at nine pm that night. No one had come to get her and tell her that something was happening. Being overlooked like that was a regular thing. She was just a student. It still bothered her though. She wanted to be one of the important people at the school Xavier had called a staff meeting to talk about Salvation. It bugged Salem that she wasn't invited. It had been six years of long dedication to get this far. Now, she was close to making the transition. she could feel it. She wanted to be a part of the team, to help lead these kids to safety. But, she was limited to the duties that she'd been assigned. So, she'd do her part. It wasn't fabulous, but it was an important job that others didn't have time for... <em>'I hope.'</em> Salem sometimes doubted herself, thinking that Xavier might be giving her busy work until she matured enough to be ready for the big leagues.<br><br>Her feet tapped down the hall as she made her way to the newest student on campus' dormroom. <em>'South Africa.' - 'brutally kidnapped on live tv,' - 'brought here against her will.' - 'a powerful mutant with multiple powers.' - 'If she's my sister. I'm done with this shit.'</em> Salem's knuckles rapped against Yolande's door. She had a bad feeling about this. suddenly, these new student orientations were getting spookier and spookier every time she did one. <br><br>Salem had a still sense of self when she was waiting for anything. Her feet never tapped. She didn't glance around unless she was alarmed or curious. Her movements were very natural, her intentions were clear by her movements, or her lack there of. Salem had read the limited file that the school had on Yolande but it wasn't much. She knew not to tug on the tiger's tail, and she was prepared to walk right into the damned cage.<em> 'rude to everyone since arrival. At least I'm a charmer.'</em> Salem's inner monologue teased her for being socially difficult to get along with. She was nervous, but still, she was silent and still as she waited for the door to open. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>10-02-2017, 14:38:20</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.fashiongonerogue.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/nicole-meyer-model03.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yolande Solomon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Yolande's Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 6th, 6:50 pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers<br><strong>Content:</strong> Fresh out the shower, uninterested and rude.<br><hr><br>Yolande had just had a long shower, having got lucky in getting a room with an attached bathroom. Perhaps they took some kind of pity on her after her rough arrival. Regardless, it was nice, and she needed to make sure she was fresh and beautiful for the evening. She'd just pulled on a nightie while she dried her hair and picked out an outfit. She really needed to get a nice soft dressing gown, although she certainly couldn't be seen in one. There was definitely no elegance to be had there, but something could be said for the comfort. Then she heard a knock at her door, pulling her out of the rapidly planning shopping trip. <br><br><strong>"For fuck's sake..." </strong>She groaned, just loud enough to be audible to whoever was outside. <br><br>She stalked across her room with a particularly bitchy expression on her face. She did not have time for this bullshit, whatever it might be. Eventually she opened the door and looked over the woman standing there. She glanced up and down and shook her head blatantly. What the fuck was that sweater. She looked like she put no effort, and nowhere near enough money, into what she wore. Yolande was almost embarrassed for her. After all, she was quite pretty, and it was mostly the clothing letting her down. But she didn't seem like the type to care nearly as much as she should. At a glance she read like a typical good little hall monitor. When Yolande spoke her voice was blunt and clear, although as usual her trained voices pitch and pronunciation were beautiful. It'd been so long that even when she was rude she sounded classy, she really couldn't avoid the impacts of so many elocution lessons.<br><br><strong>"Who are you? And what do you want?"</strong><br><br>Maybe she fancied her or something. Or wanted to talk about the news. God that was getting old. Perhaps she'd have a look for herself if the reply was too boring. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>10-02-2017, 15:10:21</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Bu9Uiys.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Highlights - Heather Donald<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her dorm room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th 2:00 am (night of the 4th) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Content:</strong> Heather brings in supplies for the night, and before she can get back to studying, she slams her mini fridge door closed on accident, most likely waking up her roommate.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> pajamas (http://i.imgur.com/hl6MKBt.jpg)<br><hr><br>Heather needed to study for an upcoming test. She'd found that she almost always failed tests. Every question felt like a trick. And information never felt certain in her mind. Real facts didn't stick well. She found that studying in bed helped for some reason. But before she could study, she would need at least 3,000 calories just to keep her stomach from rumbling too loud and waking up Rogue. <br><br>So she left her dorm at about 1:30 and scampered off to the kitchen in her pajamas for supplies.<br><br>It had been a strange couple years at the mansion. To Heather, things had been more than bizarre. The radical change from one station of life to other had been jarring. In one day she was a regular little nymphomaniac living with a man that was probably too old for her, and flunking out of school. The next day she was a walking rainbow that didn't ever need to sleep, living in a mansion surrounded by super powered outcasts. It was hard to tell on some days if she was trapped there, or welcomed. Some days were easier than others. Some nights were easier than others. <br><br>Dreams were a controversial subject. Some people liked to dream. Heather didn't. Sleep wasn't exactly easy to come by, and if she was bored it was always harder. Most of the time, Heather needed to be in some one's arms in order to fall asleep. And it had been that way long before she'd come to the mansion. And she was never actually tired, so she was still trying to figure out if sleep was even what she should call her dreams. They were never pleasant. And she never woke up refreshed, because she never went to sleep tired. It was all just one long waking moment. Heather never really got into deep sleep. Her body simply didn't need it. <br><br>For that reason, she'd been given free roam of the mansion later than other girls. Salem could be a hard ass about important things. But, as long as Heather didn't disrupt anyone, she was allowed to go and eat if she wanted to, or watch tv. She spent some nights with Jono more recently. They made a strange pair.<br><br>Heather was on her way back from the kitchens. She'd made herself four peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, an absurdly large bowl of potato salad without mayonnaise. Heather never liked mayo, and it smelled awful. She also had some grapes and two tomatoes in a different bowl. She put everything but a sandwich in the mini fridge by her bed. And, up until then, she'd been very quiet. But, she'd lost herself for just a moment excited to finally do something about the rumbling in her stomach. When the mini fridge door closed, it slammed shut with a familiar 'ca-chung'. Heather froze in place and hunched her shoulders. there was no way that didn't wake up Rogue. <br><br><em>'Stupid people and their dreams.' </em>Heather slowly turned to look at her roommate. <strong>"I'm sorry..."</strong> Her apology, as always, was one-hundred percent honest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>10-02-2017, 16:29:59</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.freeapplewallpapers.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/Eliza-Dushku.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rogue/Highlights Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th 2:00 am (night of the 4th) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rogue is woken up after struggling to get to sleep.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> See image.<br><hr><br>Rogue would never admit just how disturbed the news report about "Salvation" had left her. Seeing a government puppet with such sheer power and no checks was a bit terrifying (again, not that she would ever admit such), that could so easily take down a girl with the strength the new bitch seemed to have. The irony wasn't lost on her, she knew very well that was what humans thought of mutants. But their argument, that argument, was one she couldn't accept. Mutants weren't attack dogs being sent after humans--they were people that just wanted to live their lives. And like so many other minorities before them, the fact they were different saw them being stripped of basic human rights, abused and imprisoned and forced to suffer because of something they couldn't control. Humanity, in its fear, was creating the very problem they feared by pushing mutants like the Brotherhood to extreme measures. Salvation was not a figure of protection, he was a symbol of everything wrong with humanity and the world.<br><br>But those thoughts and feelings she kept to herself. There were few at the school she was close to, and fewer that would give a care about her thoughts an opinions. She was a former member of the Brotherhood, after all, and at times she thought it would be best if she rejoined them, despite having her eyes opened at the trouble and destruction they caused. <br><br>Instead, she spent some of the day with Heather, briefly entertaining her roommate's idea of finding the quiet redhead from the lounge. Rain, or whatever her name had been. The girl was likely just looking for alone time, though, and she managed to have the hunt called off. After all, she seemed the type to prefer her solitude, and as big as the school was, she probably had her own friends or group she would go to for support if disturbed by the news, than appreciating some random girls bothering her. The two had gone their separate ways for the day after that...Rogue wandered around some, largely staying out of everyone's way, as the campus fell into a bit of chaos over the ordeal. Ultimately she went to her room a bit early, and by ten at night, she was trying to sleep.<br><br>Keyword, trying.<br><br>She had only <em>just</em> fallen asleep when Heather wandered in and clammed the door of their mini-fridge. It woke her with a start, panic flaring briefly, before she calmed and groaned, pulling a pillow over her face.<br><br>"God dammit, Heather..." she groaned out, not rudely, just tiredly. "Y'know...not everyone gets t'be a bouncin' ball of energy like ya do..."<br><br>But she was awake again, and knowing sleep wouldn't come, she sat up. Her brown hair fell over her shoulders, messy from tossing and turning on her bed. The young woman was as revealed as she ever let herself be, thanks to the privacy of their room. A simple nightshirt, an over-sized blouse, hung messily off of her shoulders, revealing her bra. Panties were the only clothing on her lower body, leaving large expanses of her dangerous skin exposed. She didn't even have her gloves on. Bed time was a rare treat for her. Deprived as she was at physical contact, she spoiled herself in simple ways. Her bed sheets were of a fine, incredibly soft silk, almost sinfully comfortable to the touch. Her pillows had matching covers, and some nights, she pretended the silken touch was that of a lover--an experience she knew she'd always lack. How ironic was it that the woman that couldn't touch another, and one that couldn't stop humping everything, ended up as roommates?<br><br>"Wha' time is it an'way?" she muttered sleepily, her Southern drawl a bit heavier because of it as she rubbed an eye, looking around for where ever their clock had ended up. "Hng...Guess I not gettin' sleep t'night anyway..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>10-02-2017, 21:12:52</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/kLXamAT.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Storm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headmaster's Office<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday 5th, 10:55 AM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Professor &amp; Jean - Open to anyone though<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salvation Discussion<br><hr><br>There was always something going on, something to do, and something that needed to be fixed in the world. Nothing was ever "normal", serene, or otherwise peaceful. Humanity had always been fighting each others differences, never knowing true tolerance and acceptance. Once a new thing was introduced, it was perceived as a threat - no matter how natural it was. Skin color, financial status, high born/low born, physical beauty, and sexuality. If it wasn't the "norm", it wasn't in the religious texts as pure - it was an abomination. For mutants, it was the same. Now, humanity had something new to latch onto, instead of their pitiful lives as angry people who couldn't accept something different. No matter how the X-Men or students tried the present themselves, there was always a problem. To make matters worse, there were mutants like Magneto who did extreme things out of sadness and anger. While many could understand, it wasn't always the right thing to do.<br><br>For Ororo, she was often on the side of a peaceful way to deal with things - even if the government would rather lock them up like criminals. If it wasn't for Xavier's persistence and level headed guidance, things would be worse than it was before. Nothing was ever happy - to say the least - but the school gave hope to many lost kids. Ororo was thrilled do be apart of the journey. Even has a teacher, she was still growing and learning from everyone around her. Like the students, she was also lost. An orphan and a thief at a very young age, only for Xavier to find her and take her in. If it wasn't for him? Well, who knows what would've happened to the woman.<br><br>Now there was an issue that needed to be discussed and remedied. Ororo didn't like the stress, but kept herself positive as she entered the office that was occupied by Xavier himself. There were already talk of what to do, how to do it, and how wrong it was that it happened. Ororo agreed, but nothing would come of it if everyone spoke all at once. The lithe, dark skinned, silver haired woman took a seat, crossing her legs and placing her hands delicately on her knee.<br><br><strong>"I'm in agreement with Jean. We need to let the Professor talk - otherwise, nothing will get done."</strong> her voice was stern, but soft. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>11-02-2017, 03:45:17</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Y9I3Er3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers | “Cyclops”<br><strong>Location:</strong> Yolande's Dormroom doorframe<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 6th, 6:50 pm <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Meticulous<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salem introduces herself, and tries to appeal to Yolande's shallow nature by doing a speed run of her RA pitch while focusing on luxury items, and avoiding the idea of a tour. She avoids a few other things, she doesn't ask for the girl's name because she knows it. And she avoids trying to enter the room, sensing the displeasure in the other girl's posture and positioning.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> red sweater in avatar photo. Blue jeans. black ballet flats. Hair up in a ponytail.<br><hr>Salem’s ears perked as Yolande cursed on the other side of the door. She smirked and exhaled. <em>‘Damn.’</em> She let her breath out, a pinch of dejection in her decision. <em>‘I should have waited another night.’ - ‘too late now. Can’t go running away.’ - ‘It’ll be worse the second time if you just cut bait and throw in the towel.’</em> She steadied herself. Salem had a strong sense of self and a dominant role to play in her own life. She had to make her own way, and the paving of the road never stopped. In all respects, she was cursed. For the most part, that laser beam coming from her face had caused a lot of trouble. But it had gotten her to this point. She could defend herself, and she’d learned to be capable. The girl clearly didn't want to have been bothered, and this conversation was likely going to end with two women slightly more upset than they were before. But some work would be accomplished. Sometimes, upsetting someone was the right thing to do. <em>‘You can’t be everyone’s friend.’</em> She couldn't help but feel like a bellhop sometimes though. <br><br>There was a distinct feeling in the air as the door opened. <em>‘I am not gonna get along with this bitch.’</em> Salem knew the woman was psychic, but thoughts just happened in Salem's head most of the time.<br><br>Salem bristled at the sight of her. She hadn’t seen the woman before, not on the television or on the internet. She knew that she was going to meet her eventually, and she didn’t want to know too much about her right away. That kind of thing spoiled first impressions. She had not expected someone that intimidating on ther side of the door. The other girl was demanding her reason for coming to the room immediately. Salem’s cheek tightened into a subtle sneer. She did her best to cover the expression with a smile. Salem’s half smile was far from showy, and it faded quickly back to the resting bitch-face that she had accidentally adopted over the years. Salem was doing a good job of staying calm. Yolande seemed rather upset right away. <em>‘Definitely should have waited.’ - ‘Oh, I am not a fan of her tone.’ </em>Salem couldn’t tell right away, but it wasn’t that much different than her own speaking voice.<br><br><strong>“I’m Salem. I’m the RA here. Well I’m…”</strong> That had sounded authoritarian. her head bobbed to the side and her hand gestured gently by her hip. <strong>“One of the RA’s here.” - “I’m dropping by to lend a hand if you need one about...hn, anything.” </strong>She was being helpful and kind, but she was trying to get this over with.<br><br>Her observant eyes moved behind the curtain of ruby quartz. She looked into the room and tried her best to assess the situation. She could quickly determine a few things just by Yolande’s file and her general tone. She was distracted for a moment. There were a number of innocent character judgement and prejudice blowing through Salem's mind unnoticed; she could really only focus on one thing for a few seconds. <em>‘She has an attached bathroom…’</em> Her upper lip actually quivered once. <br><br>A few obvious context clues about Yolande's personality had found footing in Salem's mind. 'Wealthy, generally rude, frustrated.' - 'Really frustrated...' - 'Fuck, I would be too.'&nbsp; Her envy was unavoidable. But it swam past as she continued her adapted speed pitch. No matter what, Salem would do her job. She was the catalyst between Xavier's students and most of the staff. The teachers only had so much time. Of course, Salem only had so much time as well. Following up quickly after her last section of the pitch, she continued with her cautiously false, yet hardly practiced speech pattern. Everything she said made it sound like Yolande should probably be relieved to see her. It was risky, it was probably irritating as well. But, there was a small chance that Salem could say the right thing, so she winged it.<br><br><strong>“A different bed, better sheets,”</strong> Salem was trying to appeal to the girls obvious luxurious tastes. <strong>“We have a lot of extra things in the mansion.”</strong> Salem would know, she did the inventory. <strong>“different soap, clothes, towels." - "A fishtank.”</strong> She talked clearly and quickly. <strong>“Instead of having to run through the empty offices trying to find the staff,”</strong> She chuckled a bit there. The x-men were busy from time to time, and there wasn’t always a receptionist at the front desk, so to speak. <strong>“You can always find me. I’m in the dorms on the west side of the house,"</strong> Her tone shifted downward without notice, but not far. <strong>"There’s a... pegboard... on my door.”</strong> Salem didn’t seem too excited about the pegboard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>11-02-2017, 04:26:29</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/uy8pa0r.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James 'Logan' Howlett<br><strong>Location:</strong> Xavier's office<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th, 2017, late morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charles Xavier, Remy LeBeau | Gambit, Piotr Rasputin | Colossus, Jean Grey, James Bradley | Doctor Nemesis, Ororo Munroe | Storm<br><strong>Content:</strong> Teacher's meeting<br><hr><br>Logan had entered the room in time to hear Remy and Piotr arguing, to hear Ororo and Jean calmly defer to Xavier. The old telepath sat in his chair and nodded as each of the teachers offered their thoughts on the situation. Nemesis wondered about Magneto, familiarity and regret edging his tone, sounding sad that the master of magnetism couldn't simply crumple Salvation up like a tin can. The oldest among them sat quiet for a while, sitting at the edge of the circle of chairs. They were all unfamiliar faces that he recognized from a past life. Some different, some so similar he could remember them from his world. From when...<br><br>The old man closed his eyes and shook his head. None of it was right. This world wasn't his, these weren't his X-Men. But now with the threat of Salvation, the most literal metaphor of human aggression against mutants that any of them could imagine, Logan couldn't help but wonder if the past would repeat itself, and the world would be thrown into chaos. He was afraid of opening up his mouth and sharing those fears, knowing he must have sounded like a broken record at this point, but after watching everything that had happened on TV, that little mutant girl getting her door kicked in on live television and tossed around like an animal... <br><br>Everyone had said their piece, except for Xavier, who seemed to be waiting as several eyes fell back on Logan. He could feel their stares, and he forced himself to return them, his face a grave mask of concern. <strong>"I... We can't do <em>nothin'</em> about this guy. We got to do somethin'. It can't end with us circlin' the wagon's and waitin' for an attack. The bad people I seen turn the world upside down where I came from... They didn't answer to congress or the president. We gotta talk to Washington, get 'em to see that they can't just shake a stick at us like we're wild animals."</strong> He gave one last shake of his head, exasperated by how helpless he felt by the situation. This world needed more heroes... If Captain America and the Avengers existed here, Logan knew that they wouldn't have tolerated 'Salvation'. But maybe their absence from this universe left a power vacuum so large that the feds had to fill it. Logan took turns, placing one fist in the palm of the other, loudly cracking his knuckles as he stared down at his hands, then back up at Professor Xavier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>11-02-2017, 06:13:16</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Bu9Uiys.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Highlights - Heather Donald<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her dorm room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th 2:00 am (night of the 4th) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Content:</strong> Heather sits on Rogue's bed and starts to send some very suggestive signals. While she flirts and basically propositions rouge, she thinks about if she's been keeping her roommate up too often. Even with her ability to give away energy like a battery in a matter of seconds, she's worried that she's wearing Rogue out. Narrative heavy post. Heather really just asks if Rogue wants her help.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> pajamas (http://i.imgur.com/hl6MKBt.jpg)<br><hr><strong>“I know. I’m sorry.”</strong> Heather walked to the nightstand by her bed first, and set her sandwich down. She then safely stepped over to Rogue’s bed and leaned her right hip against it. Facing Rogue, she tugged at the pillow over the girl’s face. <strong>“Hey…” </strong>She was always playful, and as much as Rogue liked to be left on her own, as exposed as the southern belle was, Heather had learned how to be close to her without touching. She moved one of the soft sheets over Rogue’s leg and put her hand against her upper thigh, over the fabric of course.<br><br>Heather tugged at the pillow again<strong> "...Hey..." </strong>Rogue then asked the time. Heather didn’t want to say. Heather was feeling a little guilty, and she was not the type to let that slide. But she wasn't interested in trying to talk her way out, either. Heather planned on being so cute that Rogue couldn’t argue. But her roommate was being quite the sourpuss as she asked for the time. It didn’t matter to Heather, she would keep this up for as long as it seemed right.<br><br>It was strange in this dorm room. Heather could provide Rogue with energy by touching her for two seconds. They hadn’t dared to let Heather hold on for any longer. But, with that Rogue didn’t need sleep. Their chemistry was bizarre. Heather was always awake, always ready to do something fun, and her energy was quite literally contagious. Heather hadn’t been so close to anyone since she’d had her powers. She was starting to get the feeling that she was starting to drain Rogue of her energy, which was ironic at best. <br><br>As Rogue looked for the time, and then quickly gave up on the idea, Heather just watched her smiling. There were no lights on, but there was some fading in from the moonlight outside. She tried to change the subject,<strong> “you sound so foxy when you’re tired…” </strong><br><br>On top of everything else, all of the energy swapping, and the long nights together, sometimes in sequence; Rogue and Highlights had been experimenting. It was difficult to get as close as either of them wanted. And it was frustrating at times. Heather wanted Rogue to feel exalted and satisfied. She wanted more, and she felt guilty whenever she herself reached that peak level of satisfaction without Rogue at her side. <br><br><strong>“It’s late. I was excited for my sandwich. Is there anything I can do to... make it better?”</strong> She knew that there wasn’t anything specific that had worked yet. But, that didn’t stop the girl with the rainbow hair from trying. Her hand was starting to knead at Rogue’s leg through the sheet. Her other hand still had a hold of the silk, sliding it up Rogue’s belly as well. <strong>“I feel pretty bad…” </strong>That sentence didn't exactly sound like the words she used. She sounded thirsty. Heather's bedroom eyes were heavy on Rogue's gaze. A little squeak came out of her throat when she exhaled. Heather expressed her guilt in a funny way. It was healthier than repression anyway. She was hopeful, sorrowful, and apologetic as she pleaded with very little tension in her voice. She knew it wasn’t a life or death situation with her roommate, but she took it seriously anyway.<br><br>She’d yet to really hurt Rogue in a serious way, so her real pleas were still vacant from their relationship, whatever their relationship was. It was low stress, and cheerful, a bit strange, frustrating, and emotional. But it had been light and playful between them so far. It had been a conscious effort on Heather’s part. She felt something special for Rogue, something different than the others. There were twenty eight bracelets on Heather’s arm now. She’d been trying this technique out for almost a year, and she’d never gone more than 18 days. Her time with Rogue didn’t count because it was never sex. Not really, and even if it was, it would still never count. It wouldn’t have been random. It was different. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>11-02-2017, 11:49:46</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.fashiongonerogue.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/nicole-meyer-model03.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yolande Solomon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Yolande's Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 6th, 6:50 pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers<br><strong>Content:</strong> Fresh out the shower, uninterested and rude.<br><hr><br>Yolande bit her tongue as the girl offered help. Of course she didn't need any. What on earth could this stuttering mess do for her. Then she started listing off a handful of things. It seemed like bribery, but it was surprisingly tempting. She listened, for once actually seeming like she was bothering to pay attention. Her response was rude, in that it ignored that anything here could be at her expected tier of luxury, but at least asking a question and not outright insulting. <br><br><strong>"What about my stuff, from outside. Can I get more of my things sent here? My own bed, towels, bathroom things."</strong><br><br>Yolande was aloof and rude, but she was very far from stupid. If someone had something useful to offer her she would cut the insulting aspects of her personality. She gave an admittedly false but still very pretty smile.<br><br><strong>"I would definitely appreciate that."</strong><br><br>Yolande made no real attempt to cover herself. She wasn't trying to seduce the hall monitor, she just didn't care who saw her body. She was very fit, healthy and undeniably attractive. If she made anyone else attracted to her, or jealous of her, that was their problem. Her wet hair was sticking down a little bit and she was a long way from her typically carefully put together looks, but she managed to pull off the slightly less crafted appearance respectably well. She gave another well faked smile before continuing. <br><br><strong>"Is there anything else you can do? I need something else, but I don't think I'm allowed it in my room."</strong><br><br>This time she switched on her telepathic voice, pushing her way carefully inside the other girls mind. But she didn't examine anything, instead just saying one word. It brought her shame, and she was particularly on edge as she said it. If this stranger became insulting Yolande would be quick to anger. But she needed to at least try and see what could be done. Behind closed doors she was hurt and distraught at her situation, and there was nothing else that had ever managed to calm her nerves.<br><br><em>"Alcohol."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>11-02-2017, 14:50:16</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/patrick-stewart-professor-xavier-x-men.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Charles Xavier<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headmaster's Office<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday 5th, 10:55 AM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open to any teachers<br><strong>Content:</strong> Speaking to the assembled teachers<br><hr><br>Charles listened with a stony, serious expression as each of the teachers filtered in and gave their thoughts. He nodded along, paying thorough attention to every word. It all mattered to him, any little idea could easily prove vital in the end. When people were in he briefly became quiet, gathering his thoughts,&nbsp; before speaking. <br><br><strong>"Thank you all for your initial comments. I will lay out everything I know, but I'm afraid it's little more than anyone else at this stage. The Government have not contacted me about this man or his suit, I was just as shocked as you all were. One of the largest worries I have is that I could not reach his mind. When he was in the grounds I tried to communicate with him, and he was a complete blank. Just like Erik is. They must have some form of the same technology in Erik's helmet. The secondary concern is that Miss Solomon has proven to be an extremely strong and resilient person. Yet he appeared to have little to no difficulty putting her down. Granted she was entirely untrained, but his level of threat is possibly unprecedented. In future encounters, which I'm sad to say seem a certainty, I believe attempting diplomatic resolutions with him is a necessary path. But this does not mean I wish to stand aside and allow him to do as he pleases. The people we need to communicate to first are our Ambassador, and then Director Charleston. What we need will be options to offer them. I personally feel offering us, as the X-Men, as assistants in peacekeeping operations, could be vital to lowering the need for 'Salvation'. I would appreciate hearing your personal thoughts on the matter, try to just make statements so that we can each hear everyone else's thoughts. Thank you all."</strong><br><br>He finished speaking and took a little breath. That had run on, but he had a lot to say. He hoped suggesting negotiation wouldn't be seen as a weak option. The alternative being essentially joining the Brotherhood in an anti-government war was simply unacceptable. If the Government could be shown that good mutants could fight for humanity and help them then the need for people and weapons like Salvation would be lessened or entirely gone. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>11-02-2017, 17:03:21</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.freeapplewallpapers.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/Eliza-Dushku.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rogue/Highlights Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th 2:00 am (night of the 4th) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rogue is woken up after struggling to get to sleep.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> See image.<br><hr><br>The touch to her thigh, through the silken sheets, was unexpected. It shouldn't have been unexpected. Rogue had lived with Heather long enough to know the girl would be in someone's bed doing the horizontal tango, the upside-down waltz, and the Charleston special all night long. And then the next day. And that night...<br><br>Still, it made her body tense. The sheets were soft enough, thin enough, she could almost fool herself into thinking what she felt was skin. The heat from Heather's hand was easily felt through the sheer material. What the two of them did was still new to the Southern belle. No one had been so recklessly stubborn in dealing with her. Heather had to know by now how dangerous being so close to her was. Pushing these boundaries, testing the shark-filled waters, it wasn't going to end good. For either of them. If she hurt her roommate, one of the few she was comfortable calling a friend...Rogue couldn't think about it. And worse, if she absorbed the nymphomaniac aspects of her personality, the pain and damage she might cause everyone around was just...No. No. They had to stop.<br><br>...Maybe tomorrow.<br><br>"You think I sound foxy, n'matter how I talk..." she chuckled tiredly as she sat up. A simple move of the sheets and Heather's hand was covered, Rogue's uncovered hand briefly landing on it. There was the faintest catch of her breath when that hand started to knead her firm, toned thigh. And it stayed caught in her throat when Heather's other hand started to pull the sheets up her stomach. A shiver ran through her body...but after a few seconds of enjoying the "touch" she pushed the girl's hands away, and leaned in closer. "Mmm...You know what you could do?" she hummed, her accent dropping into a sultry whisper, "...Give me half a sammich..."<br><br>How did she make asking something so simple, sound so naughty? That would ever be one of Rogue's mysteries. But just masking a soft click of her tongue, as if she was going to nip at Heather's nose, she started to lean back. She knew what the girl wanted, and she wasn't ready to give in just yet. She was still more sleepy than in any kind of mood. Her roommate would have to try harder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>11-02-2017, 22:45:25</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Bu9Uiys.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Highlights - Heather Donald<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her dorm room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th 2:00 am (night of the 4th) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Content:</strong> Heather gives Rogue some food. She's careful not to touch her, and she's careful not to get crumbs on the bed. Heather eats a bit, talks about how much she hates school, compliments Rogue even further and offers her an innocent 'sleep kiss'.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> pajamas (http://i.imgur.com/hl6MKBt.jpg)<br><hr>It had never once occurred to Heather just how dangerous it was for the two of them to be so close. It was one of the only times in her life in which she was absolutely required to be safe, and careful. <em>‘How good can Rogue feel without touching her skin’</em> had become a fairly fun game. It was a difficult game, but the challenge made it more interesting. The idea that Rogue had had, Heather was absolutely addicted to this feeling. With Rogue, it had some healthy qualities to it, and some unhealthy ones. But if Rogue did absorb this sexual appetite from Heather, it would likely be hard for her to find the control button right away. Their sex could eventually turn Rogue into a murderous psycho.<br><br>Those thoughts never occurred to the girl with the rainbow hair. <br><br>A giggle formed when Rogue asked for a bite to eat. <strong>“You probably shouldn’t eat right now...even if you’re hungry.”</strong> Even as Heather said it, she was standing up to get the Peanut butter and jelly sandwich for Rogue.<strong> “We’ll share this one.” </strong>She sat down on the bed, and waited for Rogue to put her legs over the edge. There was no reason for them to eat crumbling bread over Rogue’s wonderful silk sheets.<br><br><strong>“Do you think Xavier will make me keep going to school after this year? I’m still not learning stuff.”</strong> She bit into her sandwich and then handed it to Rogue. She chewed, her eyes busy with the thoughts in her head. <strong>“I mean,” </strong>She swallowed. <strong>“I know math, I know that like- I know some math. I know that I should care about politics, but I don’t. I know to wear more clothes when it’s cold. I’m just so tired of school, ya know…” </strong><br><br>Heather smiled, the word foxy was especially hot off of Rogue’s tongue, and she hadn’t forgotten to give her girl a follow up. <strong>“You do always sound pretty damn hot, when you’re tired your accent is thicker though…”</strong> She made sure a blanket was in the way, and then wrapped her arm around Rogue, putting her hand on the other girl’s far hip. Still being careful, Heather put her cheek against Rogue’s silk covered shoulder. Her mouth was very close to Rogue’s ear, she whispered almost to the point of indistinguishable words, <strong>“D’ya wan’ me ta giv’ya a sleep kiss? Or no?”</strong> Over the last few weeks, when Rogue couldn’t sleep, Heather had started kissing her in different places on her body to give her energy. Before it had been a hand on her shoulder, or two hands in a slight grip. Now, when Rogue needed a quick pick me up to get her through the night, it came as a kiss, there was no reason to pass up on the chance to have skin to skin for a few seconds and not give her girl a real sensation. <strong>“Peanut butter sleep kiss.”</strong> She smiled as her voice affected itself to be a bit more childish. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>11-02-2017, 22:49:13</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/c/ca/Kitsch2.png/180px-Kitsch2.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gambit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headmaster's Office<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday 5th, 10:55 AM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charles<br><strong>Content:</strong> Teacher's meeting about Salvation<br><hr><br>"Ya' know Colossus....for someone who supposedly agrees dat' what Salvation did ta' dat' girl was wrong, ya' seem to be excusing it by sayin', "despite the measure of overwhelming force he used de' girl was completely fahn'.<br><br>In my opinion no matter how hard she was hit, he shouldn't have done it ta' begin wit'!<br><br>Running, a hand through his hair the annoyance and aggravation clearly showed in Remy's face. He hated how things were turning out and what made him just as angry was that some of the teachers didn't seem to agree with fighting. That things would be better if they did things by the book. No, he didn't agree with going as far as the Brotherhood but they couldn't sit there and do nothing. If they did the government would have them all in cages, experimenting on them like lab rats to where mutants wouldn't exist anymore.<br><br>"Do ya' really tink dat' talkin' to the Ambassador and Director Charleston will even help? They already tink' de' know better then us mutants. We are just dogs to dem'. <br><br>Ah' agree wit' Logan. We need ta' do something before de' attack anyone else. Ah' know ah' am gettin' tired of sittin' around doing notin'. They need ta' know dat they we just aren't goin' ta' sit back and watch."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>12-02-2017, 00:07:29</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.freeapplewallpapers.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/Eliza-Dushku.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rogue/Highlights Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th 2:00 am (night of the 4th) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rogue is woken up after struggling to get to sleep.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> See image.<br><hr><br>"And who are you? My mom?" Rogue just snickered and teased Heather as she was told not to eat. Well, that was just too bad. She probably wouldn't sleep that night anyway. Not until she passed out from exhaustion, anyway. It was an issue she knew Heather could fix, but, she actually <em>liked</em> sleeping. And what was she supposed to do with all of her time through the night if she were wide awake, anyway?<br><br>"Mm...Thanks, shug," she laughed softly, sitting up with her legs over the side of the bed, and taking the offered sandwich. Taking a large bite, and giggling slightly as some jelly fell and landed on her chest, she handed the sandwich back to Heather. Sighing, she looked down at herself...but she was too sleepy and lazy to care about wiping off the jelly just yet. And, she knew it would be all but torture on her roommate to see there, and not be able to do anything about.'Well, you be eighteen? Just pass your year and you're done. I'm not takin' no classes I don't want to take. And most of those be in the Danger Room."<br><br>And then Heather had to go and make things complicated again...The girl was determined, Rogue had to give her that. She shivered as she felt the sheet pulled up around her, with a hand falling in her lap, and a cheek resting on her shoulder. The hot breath playing against her ear sent another chill down her spine, and the accent copying was quite flattering.<br><br>She could see why Heather enjoyed it...<br><br>"Hmm...Maybe," she just purred out, turning her head to grin mischievously at Heather. It was fun to keep teasing the girl and string her along, see how creative she would get. It was a dangerous game, but, it was too tempting to not play. "Ah still plan on sleepin' tonight, shug. You kiss me, and what do Ah have to do for th' next couple o' hours?" <br><br>((Continued in This Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262272.msg12973808#msg12973808)))
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>12-02-2017, 03:00:37</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Y9I3Er3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers | “Cyclops”<br><strong>Location:</strong> Yolande's Dormroom doorframe<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 6th, 6:50 pm <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Meticulous<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salem invites herself in, agrees to buying Yolande alcohol, and starts to understand that she just might get along with this woman better than she thought.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> red sweater in avatar photo. Blue jeans. black ballet flats. Hair up in a ponytail.<br><hr>Salem wasn’t entirely positive if her planned had worked right away. But she had at least intrigued Yolande enough to avoid having the dorm room door slammed in her face. Salem nodded calmly at Yolande’s suggestion, to get her own things shipped here. <strong>“Absolutely, we do that all the time. It’s a pretty common suggestion actually. I’d be happy to help”<br></strong><br>Salem almost pulled out her pen and paper right there, but she had a feeling that she was actually providing a needed service now. Not only had that come unexpectedly, but Yolande was one of the first students in a while to outright accept her help upon introduction. Even if the conversation went well, it was rare that a student was willing to immediately go on a tour. She lived in a strange place, and no one here had lived a normal life. As far as Salem could tell, there were only about two or three students that had gotten to experience anything close to a regular life. <br><br>Salem was than confronted with a choice, <em>‘Alcohol…’ - 'eighteen.' - 'Born wealthy. Foreign. She knows how to drink.'</em> Salem was old enough to drink, and she had never done it. She thought about where this girl came from, and what she’d been through in the last few days.<strong> “I really shouldn’t… But no one’s going to catch if I do. So... I will.” </strong>Salem checked over her shoulder, just to make sure there wasn’t a silent foot in her blind spot. Her voice shifted down and her serious tone came out. <strong>“You’ve been through some shit…” </strong> She softened her face with the terse declaration. And she had a natural nod as she did, it looked like she was validating her own opinion. She paused to take a breath in. The redhead had heard the news through the grapevine the day before. Her calm and collected sales pitch was over. But, she reeled it in, she didn't want to get vindictive in that moment. But she was visibly angry about how Yolande and the rest of mutant kind was being treated. Her breath had calmed her down and she shook her head once to the left to clear the remnants of the rage.<br><br><strong>“Is it ok If I come in?” </strong>She’d found some confident footing, and she was surprised to find that she almost got along with Yolande. Inviting herself in, Salem wasn’t exactly being suggestive. She had very recently discovered that she might be interested in women, and this girl was a particularly powerful specimen. However, Salem just wanted to get a good physical list of the girls desires so that she didn’t miss anything important.<strong> “I can get an inventory of items that you want here from home... an inventory of other desirables… what kind of liquor you like.”</strong> Salem gestured to her bag that was just big enough to hold a notebook. It was open, and her paper was visible inside. <br><br>She was still Salem, she hardly noticed that the other person was exposing skin. There was too much going on in her mind to go that place at that time. There had also been a lot of flirting on the tennis court from a few days before. It had almost worn that part of her brain out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>12-02-2017, 03:25:21</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.fashiongonerogue.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/nicole-meyer-model03.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yolande Solomon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Yolande's Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 6th, 6:50 pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers<br><strong>Content:</strong> Fresh out the shower, uninterested and rude.<br><hr><br>Salem seemed particularly willing to help Yolande, and so she continued to give her smiles. Most were particularly false, but that was mostly irrelevant. It seemed like the other girl was briefly surprised at Yolande's willingness to accept the offer. But it was undeniably worthwhile. She had a sea of valuables that she dearly missed. Dropping any harshness from her tone she replied warmly. <br><br><strong>"Thank you. I appreciate the offer." </strong><br><br>When the other girl stepped in Yolande's face changed for a brief second. Somewhere between anger and disdain. But the expression was so brief it was barely noticeable, barely seeming like more than a trick of the light. She didn't like people being in her space. But right now she couldn't particularly afford to rant at this person, and so she was stuck staying. At least she hadn't bothered to comment on Yolande's state of dress. Presumably the whole hall monitor vibe was not just an act, and the girl was about as innocent as it gets. Which was fortunate, as Yolande certainly wouldn't hold her tongue if someone tried to seduce her in her own room. <br><br><strong>"Can I not just phone my house? It's a long list, and it would be easier for me to communicate it." </strong><br><br>Frankly Yolande wasn't entirely sure what she wanted. But a lot of things. Top of the list was some expensive drinks. Ideally nice white wines and champagnes, coupled with some expensive whiskeys. And then more of her wardrobe, bathroom products, bedding. Perhaps even furniture. That would be good. Yolande walked over and sat down lazily on her bed, laying back and spreading her arms wide. It wasn't an attempt to show off, but her incredibly athletic and toned body was not very well hidden. Not that she had to work for it, it appeared to be a product of her mutation. Her wet hair and body dripped a little on the bedsheets. At least those were soft and comfortable, Charles certainly didn't seem to be a poor man. She kept her head up slightly, just enough that she could have her eyes on Salem while she waited for the girl to continue. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>12-02-2017, 04:32:19</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Y9I3Er3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers | “Cyclops”<br><strong>Location:</strong> Yolande's Dormroom doorframe<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 6th, 6:50 pm <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Meticulous<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salem can't help but notice Yolande's beauty. But she course corrects quickly and asks about the girl's liquor preference again.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> red sweater in avatar photo. Blue jeans. black ballet flats. Hair up in a ponytail.<br><hr>Salem took a few comfortable steps in and took a brief look around to out of habit. Not much was different here than in other kids rooms. Yolande had added a few touches here and there, but she clearly hadn’t taken the space over yet. It was to be expected, she’d only been here a day or two and all of her stuff was still at home. <strong>“You could call them of course.”</strong> Salem said as she made herself comfortable. There was a small chair near the bed, and it was the perfect place to sit. <br><br><strong>“I’ve just got an administrative attitude about things. You’ll have to use a middle man eventually. But yeah.”</strong> Salem didn’t miss an opportunity to take work off of her plate. She had a lot to accomplish on any given day, and if Yolande wanted to do the organization herself, that was fine. <strong>“I can show you were a good phone to use is, and I’ll help anyway so that the mansion and Xavier pays for the shipping. There are account numbers and payment methods and such that I have committed to memory.”</strong><br><br>Salem leaned back in the chair, and set her bag down beside it. She didn’t want to pull any notebook paper out while the two of them were in this position. It would feel too much like a therapist and a patient. Salem was far from qualified for such a task, and even accidentally looking like one was out of the question. Yolande was either trying to be seductive, or was so confidant that she didn’t give a damn about what she was showing off.<br><br>Salem’s subconscious only had so much control. As the girl laid on her bed, Salem’s eyes wandered. She couldn’t stop herself. The legs particularly were attractive. Gaining control of herself quickly was a priority. Salem didn’t like to invade people’s privacy, and she hadn’t asked to be soaking in the girl’s beauty like that. <em>‘Might as well say something about it Salem.’</em><br><br>Salem gripped the arm of the chair and cleared her voice. <strong>“Sorry, not trying to stare.”</strong> Her eyes were politely fixed high now on Yolande’s eyes like they had been before. Salem didn’t know how obvious it was that she had checked out the foreign import, but she didn’t want to pretend like she hadn’t done it. <strong>“What do you want to drink? I can get that for you much sooner than all of your things. And I’m sure I have extra bottles of face cleanser, and good shampoos that you probably haven’t got in that bathroom yet.” - “extra make-up, too”</strong> Salem was calm now, it felt good to be casual in one of these meetings. Yolande was more mature than most of the students she’d tried to help. And, although she expected the other woman to be mean. Things were going pretty well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>12-02-2017, 12:02:51</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.fashiongonerogue.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/nicole-meyer-model03.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yolande Solomon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Yolande's Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 6th, 6:50 pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers<br><strong>Content:</strong> Fresh out the shower, uninterested and rude.<br><hr><br>Yolande pointed to herself, up and down, and grinned a little bit. There was a hint of playfulness to her eyes that was seldom seen.<br><br><strong>"I can't go on a phone hunt right now, can I?" </strong><br><br>She noticed Salem's eyes wander a little bit but managed to brush it off this time. It seemed innocent enough, and Yolande was lacking in clothing. She appreciated the offers of help, Salem seemed to be very good at what she did. Helpful, polite and efficient about things. Of course Yolande would hate to do any of that work herself, but she could tell when someone was good at something. Meeting so many useless and lazy people it was a slight breath of fresh air. <br><br><strong>"I can't blame you for my lack of clothing. As long as you're not suggesting anything, I don't care."</strong>She was mostly telling the truth. She didn't mind a little admiration if the other person stayed subtle about it. It felt nice to have this good girls eyes wander a little. <strong>"White wine, Champagne, Whiskey. For now just whichever brands are reasonably affordable for the school. I'm happy to pay myself, in which case go a lot more expensive.</strong>"&nbsp; Hopefully Salem wasn't too sensitive about money, Yolande wasn't trying to show off she was just being honest. She was certainly willing to put more money into drinking than any school. <br><br><strong>"I'd appreciate any, or all, of those other things too. I'm not so fussed on face cleaner, my skin never seems to act up. But anything that smells great or makeup is useful."</strong> Yolande's mutation kept her at a state of physical perfection at all times, and she never seemed to suffer with illness, or anything others complained about like spots or blackheads. But she certainly couldn't create her own makeup, so that would be very helpful.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>12-02-2017, 21:37:30</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Y9I3Er3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers | “Cyclops”<br><strong>Location:</strong> Yolande's Dormroom doorframe<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 6th, 6:50 pm <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Meticulous<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salem starts the official list. She fills it out as best she can, and then hands the paper to Yolande, Salem is struggling with Yolande's exposed skin. She's so thirsty, she can't help herself. Salem goes to the window and goes big picture on Yolande, about the frustration of being in the mansion, and the hopes of having the prison like sensation lifted.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> red sweater in avatar photo. Blue jeans. black ballet flats. Hair up in a ponytail.<br><hr>As the two of them kept on, Salem felt more and more comfortable. She sank into the chair a bit more, her eyes were more stable, more focused on the conversation an dless on the dancing lower hem of Yolande’s clothing. Salem was so frustrated sexually, that any little amount of excitement sent her into a bit of downward spiral. <br><br>The more time she spent with nothing in her hands, and nothing to distract the more and more her eyes were going to shift down. It was a new sensation, but the idea of being close to another woman was almost as exciting as being with a man. Salem was getting desperate. She reached for the notebook in her bag. In the next moment, her pen clicked and she had opened to a blank sheet of paper. She gave the paper a heading, and non-chalantly began to put the date, Yolande’s full name, and the words ‘desired inventory’ before she started to scratch out the girls requests onto the paper.<br><br><strong>“There’s a list forming here, I might as well.” </strong>She was organized, and the paper was split into actual items that Yolande had asked for that she could provide, the other half of the paper was for things that Yolande wanted from home. And then a task list at the bottom that included where she would need to go to get these things, as well as the words ‘bring Yolande to office phone’. <br><br>The list was filling itself out quickly, Salem then could look down, and focus on her writing. She still looked up to Yolande when she spoke, but not long enough for her to get distracted by smooth thighs, and the peaking of other parts just behind them. <strong>“I’m focusing on the things I can get you now, things in the mansion. And yeah, I can show you the phone tomorrow or whenever.”</strong><br><br>Salem handed Yolande the pen and the paper when she had finished writing down everything they’d already spoken about. <strong>“Go ahead and write down anything else that comes to mind. We might have it here, I keep this place stocked. Put anything down, you might be surprised.”</strong> There was a good section in small letters that said ‘Alcohol’ on it, and Salem had diligently recorded her taste.<br><br>Once Salem handed Yolande the paper, she stood up and made her way to the window. It was easier to keep her eyes off of Yolande’s naughty bits when she put the girl, physically, behind her. There wasn’t much to see outside of the window, but it was a natural movement, and she decided to hold there for a while. The view got Salem to start thinking too. She had done most of her job already, there was no reason to stay completely professional now. <strong>“Things’ll change.”</strong> She glanced back, to look at Yolande, and see if the girl knew what she was talking about. <strong>“We’re not trapped here forever.”</strong> She turned back to the window, Salem looked up toward the sky, peering at the stars through the reflection of Yolande’s bedroom in the glass. <strong>“I heard about all the stuff, the wall in the hall, and the rest…” </strong>Salem wasn’t too bothered by it all, her tone made it sound like she was on Yolande’s side.<strong> “It’s been hard for you to adjust here. But do your best to patient.” </strong>Salem had lost count of the days that she’d been confined to the mansion. <strong>“Everyone feels cooped up here. You’re not alone in the frustration, or the pain.” </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>12-02-2017, 22:48:25</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.fashiongonerogue.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/nicole-meyer-model03.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yolande Solomon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Yolande's Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 6th, 6:50 pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers<br><strong>Content:</strong> Being uncharacteristically polite<br><hr><br>Yolande simply lounged about until she was eventually handed the pen and paper. When she took it she wrote out a handful of makeup and bathroom products she could use a bit more of. For once she didn't flood the page. The promise that she'd eventually be able to contact home was enough for her, she'd have everything she could possibly need then. She'd just nodded along as Salem had talked to her. The pen and paper was kind of sweet, and Salem overall seemed vaguely 'cute'. Not in a way that appealed to Yolande, nobody did, but she saw her like a puppy that was eager to do a good job. Best not to share that thought, though. <br><br><strong>"Thank you, I'll note down a few things but mostly of what I need can come from home."</strong><br><br>Yolande sat up a little bit and turned to face Salem, who seemed to have moved to a more personal conversation path. This one was some kind of vague effort at helping Yolande calm down. She hated to confessing to the emotional problems she suffered from, but after her outburst denial would make her look outright stupid. If there was anything worse than being depressive and erratic, it was being stupid. <br><br><strong>"I've been trapped here a few days, and I haven't had what I imagine counts as a good start."</strong> Her emotions were unreliable at best right about now, and there was no point pretending things had started off ideally. It had been hard to adjust, and this was a life wildly different to what Yolande had ever been used to. But the people around her had suffered far more, and they appeared to have control. She should be able to hold herself better, and carry herself with more class. "Hopefully I'll get used to it. I promise I can do some things that aren't violent." She realised her words sounded a little flirtatious given her situation, but she only meant it as an effort to point out that she did have some calmer talents.<br><br>She'd like to sing, at some point. Music was by far her biggest typical talent, and perhaps it might raise a few people's opinions of her. At least she'd be seen to be capable of maintaining calm. That and she did like to show off, it was satisfying to be a center of attention. Perhaps she'd find time to sing in an evening. That could be nice. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>13-02-2017, 01:19:04</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Y9I3Er3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers | “Cyclops”<br><strong>Location:</strong> Yolande's Dormroom doorframe<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 6th, 6:50 pm <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Meticulous<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salem tells a short story about her and colossus. She gives Yolande some advice, and then starts to think about things, waiting for Yolande to finish the list.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> red sweater in avatar photo. Blue jeans. black ballet flats. Hair up in a ponytail.<br><hr>This was almost bizarre, Salem had come into this with the lowest of expectations, and here she was, having probably the most succesful visit she’d ever had with a new student. It made sense as she thought about it. <em>‘I’ve been doing this a while.’ - ‘I’m more mature now than I was.’ - ‘God, I might even understand people a little bit.’ - ‘I’m almost ready Charles. I’m almost ready.’ </em>Salem was freely having private thoughts. Then: <em>'She's a telepath...' - '...oops. I wonder if I should...' </em>She turned around to face Yolande again. Peering out of the window had calmed her too much. She tried to stay focused on the task at hand, or to try and clear her mind. Salem had some difficulty clearing her mind, she was an urgent creature that didn't like to slow down. Her centered was a hard place for anyone to reach, even if it was Salem herself. Engaging in a real conversation had also played a rather significant part of getting her eyes to keep from wandering down to the alabaster legs that she’d suddenly found herself obsessed with.<br><br><strong>“No.” </strong>She answered, Yolande had alluded to her first few days being a bit conflicted. <strong>“It’s not the best start. People have had worse for sure. Hell, I did. I have a concussive laser in my eyes.”</strong> She pointed to her glasses. <strong>“My glasses came off… accidentally...blasted our resident metal man halfway across the school.”</strong> She smiled now on the fond memory of rocketing Colossus a quarter mile through the air. But she shook her head at the thought. <strong>“I could have killed him if he were anyone else.” </strong><br><br>Following up on Yolande’s other point, <strong>“I believe you.”</strong> Everyone was capable of good work and well used anger in Salem’s mind. <strong>“I believe that it takes hard work to do anything right, to be non-violent.” </strong> Swallowing, and closing her hidden eyes to think, she spoke, <strong>“do your best to work with the people around you.” - “If you could.”</strong><br><br>Salem had turned completely, and as she finished, she was leaning back against the window sill with arms crossed under her breasts, staring up into the corner of the room. <strong>“As soon as you, finish the list I’ll be on my way…”</strong> Salem walked to the other side of the room and tried to avoid direct eye contact. Scanning the room, but not really looking at anything, trying to keep her mind empty, and failing as she continued to think about the condition of the world. She simply couldn't stop her mind. <em>‘I want to ride so bad…’ - 'With a man, old or young, whatever...' - 'Or a girl, I guess.' - 'I like older men.' - 'Do I like younger woman?' -&nbsp; 'I think so...' - 'A good day on the highway with Rogue on the back seat...'</em> Her motorcycle had been dormant for too long. <em>‘Even if it’s cold out now. I just want out so bad…’ - 'go to a beach or a ski resort.'</em>She hadn’t thought about it in a while, how badly she wanted to leave, <em>‘just for a day... Maybe a day with Bishop...’ </em>Once the concept of Bishop hit her brain, a thousand other images lit up on the red surface of her closed eyes, some were memories, some were imaginations. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>13-02-2017, 01:57:38</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.fashiongonerogue.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/nicole-meyer-model03.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yolande Solomon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Yolande's Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 6th, 6:50 pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers<br><strong>Content:</strong> Being uncharacteristically polite<br><hr><br>Yolande listened willingly to Salem's story as she finished up the last bits of her little list. There wasn't too much on it, she'd managed to be reasonable. At least by her own not very modest standards. The concept of the lasers were intriguing. For all Yolande's varied capabilities, manipulating energy was not one of them. She had a curiosity about other people's powers, as she'd concealed hers and had only seen others on television. Likewise she was curious to see exactly what she was able to do. She felt so much stronger than she had pushed, and would kill to find out what she could do. <br><br><strong>"I fought a Government super-soldier on live TV and nearly started a war. But I suppose I wasn't quite here when that happened."<br></strong><br>She went quiet for a little bit before deciding she definitely was curious about learning at least a little more about what she could do. She presumed she'd have to improve her behaviour for that kind of thing, but it was worth asking.<br><br><strong>"So, I've never really tested myself. I don't actually know that well what I can do. I would like to find out in a safe environment, I don't know how possible that would be though." <br></strong><br>She reached out to hand the notebook and pen back to Salem with a smile. She'd been pleasantly surprised by the girl's visit, having immediately expected an incredibly brief meeting and another person to dislike her. While she still struggled to relate to Salem as she did with everyone, she at least admired that the girl clearly made an effort in life. She despised the lazy, weak and ineffectual more than anything else. Salem didn't appear to be any of those things. She was a long way from calling her a friend, but someone who didn't hate her was an upgrade from her usual interactions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>13-02-2017, 17:05:29</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Y9I3Er3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers | “Cyclops”<br><strong>Location:</strong> Yolande's Dormroom doorframe<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 6th, 6:50 pm <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Meticulous<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salem sort of prepares to leave, but lingers by the door for a moment to make sure Yolande doesn't want her to stick around.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> red sweater in avatar photo. Blue jeans. black ballet flats. Hair up in a ponytail.<br><hr>Salem wasn’t quite sure how well she’d done on this visit. But it felt like a success. The redhead had trouble getting inside of anyone’s head around her, so it was difficult to gauge Yolande’s interest in anything. Salem thought for a moment that she might have gone too authoritarian, asking the girl to try her best to get along with the people around her. But, as her reaction to those words came into Salem’s view, she wasn’t that concerned after all. <br><br><em>‘Hell, I think she’s agreeing with me.’ - ‘Although, that was a bit of a one up…’ </em>Salem smiled, she had no interest in trying to prove which one of them had had a more difficult time being a mutant. She’d played the same game with orphans before she came to the mansion. ‘My life is worse than your life’ was a game that she had never much enjoyed playing. Even though, she did accidentally get herself into it pretty often. Salem tried to help those around her, and relating stories of her life to theirs always felt like a good idea. Sometimes it backfired. Times like these, it wasn’t so bad. Salem let out a gentle laugh at the mention of starting a war. <br><br><em>'The war started a long time ago.'</em> Salem had no illusions. She felt like this conflict had boiled over when she was still in highschool. But she didn't want to say it out loud and make it sound like she was trying to belittle Yolande's horrible experience. Salem wanted the fight at this point, though. She was only waiting to be put out into the fray. Just because she was cooped up in the mansion, Salem didn’t feel the safety that some of the others felt on a daily basis. She was angry about the bullshit going on in the world. She wanted to change it, to get up, get out and fight with it face to face. For Yolande, she might have been choosing to stay on the sidelines, and avoid the conflict. Salem had been training for years to be as helpful in that conflict as possible.<br><br>As Salem reached down to take the notebook back, she answered Yolande’s question about training. <strong>“Ah yes, there are some significantly advanced technical facilities here, under the mansion.”</strong> Salem didn’t want to say too much right away, <strong>“We have plenty of places where you can stretch out your legs and test your limits. Keep in touch, maybe you and I can go down to the danger room sometime and take out our aggression on some oversized robot-baby sentinel- bastards.” </strong><br><br>The redhead was moving toward the door. <strong>“If you need anything, you know where to find me, oh here.”</strong> Salem scratched out her cell phone number so that Yolande could call her as well. Ripping the paper, she left the note on the counter by the door. <strong>“You can call me anytime, I rarely sleep, and when I do, I’m easy to wake.”</strong><br><br>Salem set herself up by the door, prepared to leave if Yolande was out of questions. <strong>“Meet me in the office after classes tomorrow, and we’ll put out a shipment for your things.”</strong> Salem’s smile as honest, if not a bit of an exhausted expression. <strong>“Anything else? I don’t want to be a bother for you.”</strong> Salem’s eyes drifted about, downward and off to the side. She didn’t like pleasantries, but she used them constantly all the same. She didn’t really want to leave, she felt like she was getting along with Yolande. But, she didn’t really have a reason to be there. With her hand on the doorknob, she waited the appropriate amount of time without lingering one bit. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>13-02-2017, 21:03:13</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/3c/19/0c/3c190c1e2e2d5650ef64122054d0214d.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Gabriel Summers<br><strong>Location:</strong> His Dorm<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 9-2-17 | 5:40pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem<br><strong>Content:</strong>Talking again</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>"You're welcome,"</strong> came a soft and choking reply. He was a little shaken up, at seeing her so...so, <em>disturbed</em> by what he'd thought was an act of kindness. But this was Earth, and as he was beginning to see, Earthlings were strange. Not in a bad way, but this was a very far cry from the kind of behavior prevalent in the Empire. He simply nodded at her "Whoa".<br><br>&nbsp;It was understandable going back to having an infinite nexus of raw energy slamming into your eyes from some pocket dimension when just moments ago you could see the world as it was supposed to be. It was like living blind, then being given sight only to realize the world was too much right now. He couldn't relate. Not without them talking more at least. <strong>"I bet it was. It's not often I see something like what's going on up there."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;He pointed at her eyes a few times to show what he meant. And he was right; if you could perceive energy like he did, it was simply fascinating. <strong>"No need to apologize though. No harm done. On my end either I hope."</strong> She finally started to understand simply how <em>alien</em> her little brother actually was. And both times she pointed out where he was from was absolutely nothing like here, he nodded and said <strong>"Yep. Humans say that right? <em>Yep</em>?"</strong> After that, she pointed out what he'd already surmised, but would continue to not understand. She was perfectly happy living with an easily fixable disability.<br><br>&nbsp;A problem that was the result of an accident or something, not her birth. She didn't even have to stop wearing the glasses. He just wanted her to have the option of looking out of her window when she woke up without scrambling to find her glasses beforehand. The "Now" seemed to get the conversation headed in a much more important direction, so he let the last part lie where it was for now. He sighed when she asked about their parents. He knew it was coming, had hoped for it even. But this part was the hardest.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>"I do know what happened. And I'm almost certain you're my sister. The evidence certainly points to it,"</strong> he said with a tired smile thinking of the same things that had been going through his head when he found that data drive. <strong>"What I'm going to tell you is hard, Salem. Very, <em>very</em> hard. And it's going to be hard to hear. I also have...I have a video that goes into umm...graphic detail, but I'll start small."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;He took a breath and tried to calm himself before he told his big sister their families tragic history. <strong>"First...there are <em>three</em> of us. You. A blond boy named Alex, and me. I don't know which of you is older, or where he is or any of that. Just that...there's three Summers kids. And our story is a bad one."</strong> He paused for a few long, tense moments before pressing on. <strong>"Okay. Our parents, you, and Alex were in a plane over a place called Anchorage. Out of nowhere, a ship attacked you. Our parents got you both to safety on the only parachute. <br><br>They were captured by soldiers who serve the Majestor, the supreme ruler of the Shi'ar Empire. Which is a large number of planets and patches of space belonging to the Shi'ar. They were brought aboard the ship...Martha and Nathaniel Summers. Our father was imprisoned, chained up to be sent to the mines. Mother was....she. He. Ummm, no one knew I was even in her stomach, until he had his way. Then he cut me out of her and stuck me in a gene tank. Our mother is dead, Salem. I know that for a fact. Our father though...?<br><br>&nbsp;I know he escaped D'ken's clutches. Escaped the Shi'ar. But he's out there in space somewhere, hopefully one day he'll come home? I think you'd want to meet him as much as I did. You'd love to see how hard he fought for her, Salem. If he could've he would've moved the entire universe to save her,"</strong> he choked out finally. <strong>"I've still go the holo-vid if you want to see it, but know I'm your brother. Alex is our brother, wherever he is. And our dad is out there somewhere too. But for now, at least we've got each other, right?"</strong><br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>13-02-2017, 21:48:39</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.skyrock.net/9154/44199154/pics/2823309308_1.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headmaster's Officer<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday 5th, 10:55am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salvation Meeting</span> <br><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> <br>He couldn't believe how dense the Cajun was at the moment. Did he really want to argue with him right now when they had more pressing matters? Fine, he would go down that road and close it off quickly. "Gambit, do not put words in my mouth. Instead, listen to them before you make yourself look foolish like you did yesterday. I pointed out, like the Professor pointed out, how dangerous it is for mutants the world over that the government's technology is effective enough to attack seemingly any of us and win, despite the literal infinite abilities we have as a whole.<br><br>&nbsp;He knew just how hard to hit her, just where to hit her, to knock her out without killing her. That means he could know how to negate your kinetic energy. He could have a device that forces me back to my human form. Xavier couldn't get through to his mind at all. You don't realize how worrying that is?!" Usually Piotr could handle debates, arguments, etc... with a calm head. But Gambit seemed to be angry at him for no other reason than he wasn't actively threatening Salvation when he showed up right along with him. How dare he not froth at the mouth like a madman who'd lost his pills?!<br><br>&nbsp;"I wanted to tear Salvation apart as soon as he landed on our property. Rip him limb from limb. But I watched the same video as you. Of course he had no right to attack Yolande as he did. However, he has an extremely high level of freedom to act against mutants. And a suit that actually frightens me to behold. A blessing by the government that hates and fears us. He is a boogeyman designed to cow tow us into submission, and as long as he does, the government will support him. <br><br>In the future, Salvation may not even be a single person anymore.&nbsp; So yelling about it won't change anything; especially at me. If we're getting things off our chest though, <em>you</em> were completely out of line yesterday. You threaten the man who just knocked a girl out on national television for being a mutant? He leveled a shotgun at Jono for speaking to him with telepathy, and you walk up waving your staff? While <em>students</em> were right there? He could've killed you, Rahne, and all the others just to prove a point and he would've gotten away with it. You need to think more carefully in the future, Gambit. Or I <em>will</em> request to have you removed from active duty until you learn to think things through. I refuse to have a lit fuse out there with us endangering our comrades."<br><br>&nbsp;Was it harsh? More than likely. But he refused to watch Remy put himself, and others in danger because he had a temper tantrum while the rest of them focused their anger to find solutions. He looked to the three oldest men in the room after Xavier spoke. All of them had valid points he felt he could address. "Nemesis is correct. Magneto has not gone away. In fact, he and his Brotherhood have steadily grown stronger over the years. And there is no doubt he watched this spectacle as well. He will <em>not</em> be pleased. <br><br>And an angry man as powerful as him, as vengeful as him? The world will tremble before he is through, Charles. Is there any way we can contact him? Persuade him to not attack America as soon as he mobilizes his forces to make a statement? Parlay to give us a chance to figure something out before he starts a war on behalf of all mutantkind." It felt like something Magneto would do. To see an innocent mutant abused like that for no reason other than she was unregistered and a mutant would remind Erik of similar times. <br><br>Times, when he was a child and an evil dictator, ruled Germany. He would not be pleased at all. "Logan is also correct. If we allow this, they will simply implement more and more measures against our kind. First it was registration. Now Salvation patrols the skies for unregistered mutants. Soon they'll put tags in our ears like cattle and lock us in prison camps. We have to get in front of this before the humans subjugate us completely." He looked at Charles last. "Professor, would that be possible? Do you think they would allow us to operate in a capacity that would allow us to handle mutants our way? Because if there is a display like yesterday again, twice more? There will be riots in the streets. And then the government will have all the legal reason they need to start culling our race." It was a grim premonition, but they all watched the news, read the reports. He wasn't wrong. Humanity seemed determined to make Mutants fourth class citizens, and if that failed, they could just kill them. At this point, it's not like mutants were even considered people.<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>14-02-2017, 11:39:08</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/gfXiZgF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers<br><strong>Location:</strong> Salem's Dorm, then the halls outside of Gabriel's Dorm<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 2nd, 5:40 pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gabriel Summers<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salem hears the story of her parents. She is emotionless about it, absolutely numb.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> Emma's clothing here (http://i.imgur.com/cK6kfyx.jpg) - Also these shoes with dark black leggings (http://i.imgur.com/4Em0Q3S.jpg) - And her signature glasses of course.<br><hr>Salem felt herself relaxing, but she knew not to let that feeling take over. There was plenty left to get through in this orientation meeting that was feeling more and more like an acid trip every second. To keep herself sharp, she just focused on her breath and paid attention. It felt good to have the power behind her glasses again. That constant laser was part of her body at this point.<br><br>She nodded and smiled when Gabriel said that she had an interesting power.<em> ‘He basically said I have an interesting power.’</em> There wasn’t much she could say to that. For the most part, she didn’t really know what he meant. Salem’s optic blast had always just been that to her. She knew how to stop it, to close her eyes or wear something. She knew how to control it with the aid of her visor. But, she didn’t really understand what the hell it was. <em>‘A mutation.’ </em>That had always been enough. And it still was. The next part required some feedback on her end though, <strong>“No, no harm done.” </strong><br><br>She smiled at him, an honest one. It would be hard to tell for him, which smile was real and which one was fake. Every expression had a crimson mask on it still. The mask she had just been too afraid to let go of,<strong> “Everything’s good. And yes. Americans say yuhp, yes, yeah, uh-hu, of course, sure, indeed, ok...” </strong>Salem paused.<strong> “They all sort of mean the same thing in that context. Try to use ‘Yes’ as often as possible. It’s proper.”</strong> She was already playing the big sister before she’d heard the story. But that was about to change.<br><br>As soon as Gabriel went into the story, Salem braced herself. She gripped the arms of the table, she steadied herself and straightened her back. But as the story went on, she just soaked in the information. Each word came in, got recorded permanently, at least roughly, and then sat there. Each segment added building blocks together. The structure continued to build, and that was all. She was made of stone. It was the last thing she expected. Salem had never imagined anything this horrible, this bizarre, this alien. It was fantastic, it was too unreal. She knew it was true though, there was a blunt quality to Gabriel’s tone that only someone who was certain of what they were saying could have. Still, Salem remained an emotional shell. Her smile faded, her face was still. There were no tears falling from behind her glasses. Her hands even loosened their grip on the chair. Her back eased out of it’s tension. She almost looked bored. <br><br>She’d heard it all, and she was absolutely empty about it. <strong>“Huh.”</strong><br><br><strong>“I’m sorry. It’s not that I don’t believe you or anything…” </strong>Salem leaned back in her chair and put her left hand up to her temple. Exhaling with some force she tried to let it sink in. <strong>“It sounds like I need to learn more about Sha’ir” </strong>She still couldn’t pronounce it correctly, but she was trying. <br><strong><br>“Maybe we can… do the orientation thing now?” </strong>she chuckled at herself, still trying to reel it all in, she felt unnatural. Salem knew she was doing the wrong thing, but she didn’t know what the right thing was. Even if she did, she would have almost no chance of pulling it off. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>14-02-2017, 22:52:48</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1314.photobucket.com/albums/t576/croweshadow/Misc/b725c53d3c64e6829f97465579ec0681_zpspymfytmz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jean Grey<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headmaster's Office<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 5, morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Xavier, Gambit, Colossus, Logan, Storm, Nemesis, others<br><strong>Content:</strong> Teacher's meeting<br><hr><br>Doctor Nemesis’ assessment didn’t really alleviate any of Jean Grey’s worries about Salvation, but his input was appreciated. The government had kept them in the dark about this weapons development, and that bothered her more than anything. She believed Charles Xavier had enough influence that they might have at least asked his opinion on the matter. It all only served to give Magneto justification for his war on humans. Not that he needed any more than he already felt he had, but this could sway unsigned mutants to join his cause as well. <br><br>At Ororo’s words, Jean gave her a light nod of thanks and understanding. They had been friends a long time and they were usually on the same page about things. When Logan showed up, she became a bit uncomfortable but tried not to show it. She had been close to this timeline’s Wolverine and losing him had been traumatic enough. But to have an older version of him suddenly show up not too long after made things awkward for her. Not to mention that in his reality she was dead also. It felt like they weren’t supposed to be around each other, not that she cared much for what fate decided. Still, it was difficult to just be around him and act like nothing was different. She did, however, agree with him that they couldn’t just sit around and do nothing. <br><br>Not wanting to get in the middle of Gambit and Colossus’ argument, since she wasn’t there when Salvation arrived, Jean’s attention was drawn back to Xavier as the founder of the X-Men began to talk. She found it disturbing that even he could not read Salvation’s mind. When the man brought Yolande to the school grounds, Jean had not even sensed it, and now she knew why. The suit was built to be resistant to psychic probes. She continued to listen to Xavier and nodded silently as he spoke. She agreed with him in finding a peaceful solution, but part of her doubted the government would listen. <br><br><strong>“The government has tried that approach before, with mutant mercenaries for example. It worked for a time, but we all know that they just have them serve the government’s needs first, not all of mutantkind.”</strong> Jean said, not that she was trying to disagree with her mentor but wanting to make sure that this attempt at negotiation wouldn’t end up being the same as with those groups that came before. <strong>“I agree that negotiation is our best option right now. However, I feel it would have to be a partnership. We can’t be completely in their hands or else we will be rushing blind into conflicts that may go against what we stand for.”</strong> <br><br>Jean would like to be able to help mutants like Yolande come into the fold under less stressful situations. If these young mutants could see others like them coming to them, who understand their situation, they could come in willingly, rather than be wrangled like wild animals and thrown in here like it was a pound. It was a good idea from the Professor’s part, and resonated with the way they recruited the first X-Men, which she fully supported. If the government planned on making enemies of all mutants, perhaps then the only choice was to fight, which Jean knew would break Xavier's heart. After all, he had worked so hard to try and attain peace and tolerance for their people. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>15-02-2017, 02:22:18</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Ryw8S5q.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Laura Kinney | Wolverine<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm room shared between Laura, Rahne and Antoinette<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st, 2017, late morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire, Netty | Marionette<br><strong>Content:</strong> Laura reflects on each of her roommates and gives one last peep show before exiting<br><hr><br>Laura had been waiting for a disgusted reaction from Netty as Laura popped her claws, but there was nothing immediate or visceral besides a small cringe. There wasn't a large number of people who didn't turn their nose up at the sight of the adamantium blade rippling out from the space between her knuckles, whether it was the friends Laura had made while living homeless on the streets, the pimps and johns that had terrorized her for too many years, or even other students at Xavier's. She wasn't sure if it was a good or a bad thing that the other girl was mostly unaffected, but it was definitely interesting. <strong>"Sucks, yeah,"</strong> she said quietly, having run out of her gruffness and attitude, silently exchanging looks between Netty and Rahne as she continued to kneel and eat her breakfast.<br><br>Between Netty and Rahne's compliments, Laura grew a small blush and a small smirk, unable to open her mouth or make a sound. She was not so used to receiving praise, and didn't know how to process it. She was grateful, but she just clammed up and looked funny whenever something like that felt good. She was getting warm, too warm... Besides the spandex and her rising body temperature, Laura had parked herself in a spot where the morning sun was magnifying through the windows and onto her, having just peeked out of a cloud. Laura held her plate carefully and stood up to retreat to her bed, sprawling lazily back and resting her head and shoulders on the adjacent wall, eating her foot slowly as she continued to examine her roommates. Rahne was busying herself in her corner, speaking lowly to nobody in particular. Laura had noticed it before, something that Rahne did whenever things were... Weird. <em>Am I being weird right now?</em> She truly had no barometer for Rahne.<br><br>She had eaten fast. Laura's diet consisted of 3,000 calories a day minimum, more if she was working out. Rahne had been generous in piling onto Laura's plate, but her stomach was still rumbling afterwards, especially as she thought forward to the afternoon's danger room session. <strong>"Thanks Rahney,"</strong> Laura said lowly, eyes cast towards the redhead as she raised her plate in salute to her. Thinking of refilling the plate, Laura hopped to her feet and began towards the doorway, but stopped in her tracks. As proud as she was of the Wolverine costume that Jean had given her, there was a twinge of self-consciousness in strolling throughout the school wearing it. She had indulged herself by putting it on there and now, under the pretension of just wanting to make sure it fit like Jean said. Laura wanted the first time she was seen by the rest of her peers to be in the Danger Room, in action.<br><br>The dark-haired girl gave a slight shiver, and set her plate on her bed. Once again, facing the closet, Laura began to strip clean, giving Netty and Rahne a good look at her shoulders, back and ass before she threw on the loosest things she could find in her wardrobe. The smile she shot back at her roommates was impossible to read; Either she knew exactly what she had just done to them, or it had just been typical Laura and her lack of boundaries and respectability. Regardless of her intent, she was out the door, plate in hand, ready to put together another dozen sausage links down in the cafeteria.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>18-02-2017, 10:38:06</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdxh9rK1H91rvqvo4o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Doctor Nemesis<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headmaster's office<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5th of September 2017, Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone at the meeting<br><strong>Content:</strong> Contemplating while people argue.<br><hr><br>When Charles didn't raise his voice at Piotr and Remy's bickering, James did, he stood up "Remy, Piotr, that's quite enough of that, bickering over what has already happened will not help us what so ever" He said as he rubbed his temples a bit before looking down at Charles "You know I am in favour, though only if Mutants are directly affected, I will not intervene in inter-human affairs, unless I am the only person who CAN help, such as with my recently hiatus from the Team" <br><br>He ran his left hand over the little bead bracelet he'd gotten as a gift on Christmas from a little girl whose mother he'd helped. He normally cared little for the regular humans, but those in Africa had a special place in his heart, and he had come there often when he was free, acting as a benevolent traveller, healing the sick, giving whole villages his nutrient capsules so they could let the fields grow for a year, let their animals reproduce, create a larger herd of livestock. James spoke again " You know what I saw in Africa Charles, but for the rest I'll say it out loud. I saw mutants and humans in very, very poor areas living together in harmony, I saw mutants use their powers to help others, and in return, they were cared for, some of them were seen as Ororo is in place, as a god, others were seen merely the same as everyone else. I saw kids drawing pictures of Ororo saying they thought people like us would be the ones to finally "Help the world" We can't do that in our current situation, we can't help ANYONE when we're locked up in this house like prisoners. If helping the government in mutant related matters will start to ease the restrictions put on us, then I am all for that, but it has to be on the PROMISE of future improvements in our living standards and rights, or I am not going to be a part of it" He said as a closing remark as he sank back into his chair, gazing over at Charles for a moment, he wanted privacy of mind at the moment, so as soon as he finished, he put his mental defences up<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>19-02-2017, 00:56:41</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdxh9rK1H91rvqvo4o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Doctor Nemesis<br><strong>Location:</strong> Nemesis' Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 6th of September 2017, Just before Noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Storm<br><strong>Content:</strong> Thinking about the past. <br><hr><br>James sat by his desk along the left wall of his room. The desk had belong to Charles' father, but had been difficult to use with a wheelchair, so instead of disgarding it, James had accepted it and now used it. He had spent the better part of a week treating it, fixing the semi broken back left leg, and had then redone the coating in the same style as it had been before. He smiled a bit as the memory surfaced before looking back at his current task. While a laptop sat on the table, James was sitting in front of a typewriter (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ab/RoyalQuietDeluxeGoldTypewrite.jpg) the paper almost half way through. His fingers moved back to the keys and started typing away. By his side sat a stack of several pages with the same type as the one currently being set on the paper. It was for his personal journal. On the bookshelf behind him, on the top shelf, 9 volumes set with the title "<strong>Personal Journal of James Nicola Bradley, Mutant and Friend Vol.</strong>" followed by the roman numerals counting up to IX. The paper current being written on had writing on both sides by now and was yesterday. The melodic tapping of both fingers against keys and type against paper filled the room as James picked up speed. His writing style was old, and while he most often wrote in more time appropriate fashion, his personal journal was something special and its style remained the same as it had been when he'd started writing in 1914, 10 years old and without his mutation. <br><br>On the wall he faced hung 5 pictures, one, a black and white photograph of James, a young black woman and a child obscured by the cloth it was wrapped in. James looked young in the picture, younger than he did now, and on a plaque on the frame it said "<strong>'28 World Series final with Ayah and Franklin</strong>" James rarely looked at the picture any more, as the mere thought of it caused him to feel ill. The next showed a group children, all in prison camp uniforms and with the Star of David on their chests. They looked happy in the picture, and James was in the centre, getting hugged by a pair of twin girls, while a couple of America GIs waved at the children. The plaque on the frame of that one said "<strong>Liberating Dachau. 1945</strong>" The next, showed James up to his knees in mud, carrying a wounded soldier over his shoulder.&nbsp; The next showed James, Erik and Charles all standing before the mansion, big smiles on their faces. The one after was off a black family in a park in England, with James sitting on a bench, reading to a pair of young children, as an elderly man looked at them, with a younger man standing by his side. The Plaque on the frame said "<strong>Myself, Franklin, Joseph and the twins. Kobe just out of frame. 2005"</strong> The last picture was new, and showed James and about a dozen or so kids in a village in Africa, all the kids giving the thumbs up. For this there was no plaque, James having not had time to hand engrave one yet. He smiled a bit to himself as he gazed briefly up at it before being interrupted in his writing by a knock on the door. He turned his head towards it and said "Door's open, feel free to come in"
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>22-02-2017, 06:31:12</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/kLXamAT.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Storm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headmaster's Office<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday 5th, 10:55 AM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salvation Discussion<br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Ororo listened intently as Xavier explained the situation. She listened as the man with so much knowledge, wisdom, and direction spoke about the event. There was worry in the room. A tension that anyone with any sort of empathy could feel. It could be uncomfortable for everyone involved - but not for Ororo. Much like Xavier, she wanted to handle the situation without violence - unless there was no other way. She had her flaws that could prevent her pacifist thinking to keep her calm. Like any human being or mutant, Ororo could get angry just as fast and that was what worried her. Now that the room was calm, it gave each Teacher a moment to give their feelings.<br><br>Nemesis was the first.<br><br>Mentioning Africa, the people who praised her and the ones that looked to the mutants as saviors brought a sad and nostalgic feeling back to her. It had been years since she last saw her home, her people, and her village. In many ways, she could empathize with Nemesis - she could understand why he felt the need to take action. What good were the X-Men if the government would rather hide them away.<br><br>What good were they in the mansion? They could teach, uplift, and do all the talking from within. But as the brotherhood moved forward like nothing was wrong, like the world was there - what were the X-Men to do? Their students weren't prepared for a war, if there was to be one and the government would blame everyone involved. <br><br><strong>"I'm afraid Nemesis is right on quite a few. My home was vastly different from here - things changed quite suddenly for me when I came to this place. The government wants us to fix these problems and we run around trying to stop destruction and change the minds of the people that refuse to understand us as mutants. We could go on and on forever on how to change the world without violence - but you know, Charles - how I feel. I don't want to kill, but what are we to do? How do we protect our students and the rest of the world?"</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>22-02-2017, 06:42:51</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/AbbLP67.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Storm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Nemesis' Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday September 6th Morning - Before Noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Doctor Nemesis<br><strong>Content:</strong> Chatting with a friend<br><hr><br>Saturday's were a quiet day - for the most part. There were very few classes that happened that day. Most students were allowed to have fun, mingle, and just enjoy some fun. For many of the teachers, it was the same way. That meant, hiding out - training and maybe a bit of flirting they tried to hide from the hundreds of students that lived at the mansion. Today was one of those days that Ororo could relax and meet up with a friend. James had been gone in Africa for a lengthy time. What for, was something he mostly kept to himself. She had only just been able to interact with him the day before - but it was a meeting that was anxiety inducing. <br><br>Ororo knocked softly, entering when she was given the okay to come in. A warm smile, followed by a click of the door closing behind her greeted the blonde man. <strong>"It's nice to see you, James. Well - in a less stressful situation."</strong> Ororo walked around, giving herself a few paces between her and the desk he was seated at. <strong>"Did your trip go well?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>23-02-2017, 11:07:23</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdxh9rK1H91rvqvo4o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Doctor Nemesis<br><strong>Location:</strong> Nemesis' Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 6th of September 2017, Just before Noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Storm<br><strong>Content:</strong> Feeling happy<br><hr><br>The moment he saw the white locks, his guard fell immediately, the mere though of Ororo coming to see him caused a smile to spread on his face. He greeted his friend with a hug as he rose "Sorry for the state of this place, haven't had time to unpack yet" He said he let go of her, smiling with mirth to have someone to talk to "But I already miss the people there, I already miss waking up to the sound of the wilderness. The smell of the savannah" He said with a soft sigh "But I miss the people the most, the children, their faces when they got better, their laughs as they played... They called me malaika... an angel... The young men, they offered to kill my escort so I could be free... offered to shelter me so I could live a life I wanted" He shook his head "I've been alive for too long, seen too much of the dark side of people,&nbsp; to get this sappy is..." He chuckled "I don't know what it is... but I helped those people not because it was the right thing to do... but because I wanted to show the world how insignificant their collective medical knowledge is next to mine, a total of 5240 people remain in Africa who are not immunized against malaria, 95000 who did not take my HIV vaccine..." He said with a sigh <br><br>"2 years... and I've done what the world couldn't in 30... and what do I get as a reward, I come home, and those blasted fucking Sa.." He stopped abruptly, looking into Ororo's eyes, his own remaining their mechanical selves, no change in iris movement, at least none that was noticeable by regular human eyes. He knew Ororo were more sympathetic to the brotherhood than most, but didn't know if her beliefs stretched as far as his did into the realm of mutant supremacy "Invade our home, frighten our people... why do these people not see that if they keep cramming us in here, sooner or later, the boiler is going to blow, and then it won't be a matter of a few hundred people getting hurt, then it'll be a matter of keeping it in singular digit millions..." He said solemnly 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>24-02-2017, 07:36:10</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/uy8pa0r.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James 'Logan' Howlett<br><strong>Location:</strong> Xavier's office<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th, 2017, late morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charles Xavier, Remy LeBeau | Gambit, Piotr Rasputin | Colossus, Jean Grey, James Bradley | Doctor Nemesis, Ororo Munroe | Storm<br><strong>Content:</strong> Teacher's meeting<br><hr><br>After Logan put in his words, Chuck spoke next, trying his best to mediate several different personalities in the room. Gambit and Colossus were still hot, their sniping escalated into a full blown argument, Piotr talking more than Logan could ever remember the usually stoic and thoughtful Russian ever speaking. The words he was ascribing to them in his head- <em>Fools, hotheads, dick-swinging macho men</em>- were probably used against him in the past for similar situations. Sudden empathy caused him to hesitate, to keep his mouth shut. <em>Let 'em cool off... Yellin' em down ain't gonna make 'em shut up anytime sooner.</em> Remy seemed to suggest resistance, whereas Piotr aligned more with Logan's thoughts. Though when he suggested they parlay with Magneto... Logan broke the silence in the room as he popped a few knuckles in his hands, a wordless indication of how much he disliked that idea.<br><br>On the subject of the X-Men stepping up to handle mutant 'threats', Jean and Nemesis offered their respective wisdoms. Logan grunted lowly on each of their points; The X-Men couldn't lose their sovereignty and serve as government thugs, especially if it didn't relate to the human-mutant struggle. Finally Ororo spoke; One of his oldest friends, one of the first that had bonded with him in this strange new world. His heart listened as much as his ears did when she spoke, and he solemnly tilted his head to her. They had to change the hearts and minds of the people, if such a thing were even possible. <br><br>All of them were right in their own way, even Remy, for resistance against the government was at least better than a boot on the neck. If they were good enough, though, maybe they could talk the feds off of them, rather than to throw them off and start a fight. The room went silent, eyes turned to Logan. He gave a quick nod of agreement with his colleagues. <strong>"We should meet with the ambassador and the director. Make 'em see that they can't terrorize us without makin' things worse. Salvation doin' what he's doin', it's just gonna make more of us wanna go to Erik's side. And if he kills one of us for defendin' ourselves? I maybe wouldn't blame 'em."</strong> It was a reflection of how dire their situation had become, that Logan would dare to sympathize with someone that would dare to cross lines and join the Brotherhood. <br><br><strong>"Petey and Jean are right. The X-Men should be the ones bringin' mutants in. 'Cause we can do it with words... Salvation, that bastard didn't even knock on that girl's door. Just kicked it in. But we can't be no stooges for Uncle Sam. If they're the ones givin' orders, it's a matter of time til' they start tellin' us to kill each other. I won't be around to see that happen, Chuck."</strong> Logan's grave promise was not given lightly; The X-Men as a tool in the hands of the government would be a disaster that he couldn't abide by. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>24-02-2017, 15:09:55</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/patrick-stewart-professor-xavier-x-men.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Charles Xavier<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headmaster's Office<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday 5th, 10:55 AM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open to any teachers<br><strong>Content:</strong> Waiting for teachers to arrive for the meeting.<br><hr><br>Charles listened steadily, taking in the comments of his teachers. Some were a little more rash and argumentative than he would like. And others appeared to be questioning his stance on the matter. But that was good, he needed other voices. He needed to make a few things very clear.<br><br>"I would hope that everyone in this room knows that I will not be a puppet of the Government. I have had far, far more than my fair share of arguments with their politicians and generals." <br><br>Sometimes people needed reminding of the multitude of moments the ordinarily mild-mannered man had fought their corner. Just because he was pushing for a compromise didn't mean he wanted to lay back.<br><br><strong>"I wish to work with them, as opposed to against them, with the goal of proving that we can be a vital part of the world. Not doing their dirty work or fighting our own kind. I'm not here to witness the world fall apart. If we strike out for vengeance against what Salvation has done we are no better than The Brotherhood. And I shouldn't need to remind you that Eric's retaliation will serve as nothing better than an excuse for yet more escalation."<br></strong><br>Charles shook his head at his old friend. The man was so pained and anguished he couldn't even see the results of his own actions. <br><br><strong>"I agree that nobody, I mean nobody, is to attempt to engage Salvation. Until we have at least some understanding of his capabilities we cannot blindly sacrifice ourselves, or more importantly our students, with reckless actions. And I can't reach Eric. He never takes the helmet off anymore. I know Ambassador Edwards is going to visit him. But there will be no peace talks with him at this stage, he will be out for blood. We can only pray that he shows some mercy." </strong><br><br>He'd rambled a little in his responses so far, but returned to the key point. <br><br><strong>"We absolutely can work with the Government. I believe I can talk them into listening to a handful of key terms. We will provide well trained and superhuman special forces groups. However we will only operate on missions that pertain to defending mutant kind or the human race as a whole. No anti-mutant operations whatsoever. We will not function as Salvation does, in any way. This way we can build trust, show professionalism and gain respect. Successes in the public eye will sway the masses to our side, and their leaders will follow. There are already many men and women in the Government who care about our kind. Don't forget that. So, please give your thoughts. Does anyone take issues with the terms I've initially outlined? Or have more terms to suggest?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>25-02-2017, 18:31:14</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br><strong>Location:</strong> In her (and Blackout's) Dorm<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 6th, late evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Blackout<br><strong>Content:</strong> Sketching<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> pajamas (https://media.missguided.com/s/missguided/N1330469_set/1/black-ribbed-long-sleeve-pajama-set.jpg?%24category-page__grid--1x%24)<br><hr><br>Tess had been tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable in her bed for quite some time before she decided to finally give up. She just wasn't tired enough to fall asleep yet. Sitting up on her bed, she looked over at her roommate, Blackout, who was sleeping on the bed across the room. Oh how she envied her at this very moment. The two hadn't really spoken or even tried to get to know one another, but it was probably Tess's fault. Tess tended to stay out of her way, not being used to sharing a room with anyone. Sure, she had shared a room with her mother some nights, but that was years ago. Actually living in the same room as someone else was somewhat foreign to her. She was used to having her own space to do whatever she wanted without the worry of waking someone up or getting in someone's way.<br><br>Quietly, she got up from her bed and walked over to the desk she had in the corner of the room, which she had set up furthest from Blackout's bed. With a soft click, she turned on the desk lamp, which wasn't bright enough to light more than just the corner of the room she was in with a soft light. She slid open one of the desk drawers and pulled out her sketch pad and a pencil before slowly and quietly closing the drawer. After glancing over her shoulder towards Blackout's bed, making sure she didn't wake her, she turned her attention to her sketch pad and opened it up to a blank page.<br><br>Tucking her bangs behind her ear, exposing her scarred cheek, she began to sketch whatever came to mind. She didn't feel like she needed to worry about hiding her scars while in her dorm. Blackout, who had a large, visible scar of her own, never seemed to hide her own and they never mentioned the other's scars or even questioned out of curiosity. This pairing was seemingly a good fit. Tess never even had to worry about coming back from taking a shower and having all of her scars exposed. And when she slept, she didn't feel the need to wear gloves or worry about her bangs falling out of place when she slept. It seemed to be a mutual understanding between the two of them.<br><br>After sketching out a rough outline, she set the sketchpad and pencil down and rolled her chair back a bit so she could open the top drawer of her desk. It was her junk drawer where she threw any random things in, including pens she seemed to collect. All of her drawings started off with rough, light pencil marks that would later be covered up with a variety of colored pens for a more vibrant and somewhat unusual-looking drawing. Unfortunately, she never kept her pens neatly together in a separate drawer. So, when she needed them, she always ended up having to dig through her junk drawer. But this time, when she tried to open it, the drawer opened only an inch before stopping.<strong> "Shit,"</strong> she whispered to herself before pushing the drawer back in and pulling again, a little harder, but it didn't budge any more than the first time. Leaning down, she closed one eye and tried to see what was blocking the drawer from opening, but she couldn't see into the drawer enough to tell, so she reached in with her fingers to feel around, but couldn't feel anything. <strong>"Why won't you open?"</strong> she groaned softly, still trying to be quiet so she wouldn't wake up her roommate. After a few more attempts, she stood up and shook the desk a bit, hoping to get whatever it was dislodged before roughly pulling the drawer, having become rather annoyed with it. The drawer stopped in the same spot, but not as quietly as it had before, given the amount of force she was using now. <strong>"Come on!"</strong> she growled and positioned her foot up on the edge of the desk as she tried to pull it open, hoping that at least whatever it was would break and allow the drawer to finally open.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>25-02-2017, 20:40:54</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/c/ca/Kitsch2.png/180px-Kitsch2.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gambit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headmaster's Office<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday 5th, 10:55 AM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charles<br><strong>Content:</strong> Teacher's meeting about Salvation<br><hr><br>"I don't agree wit' de' way ole' Magneto is doin' tings' but ah' don't tink' we should just sit back and do notin' either. Yeah' ah' was pissed yesterday but I tink' ah' had every right ta' be. No' ah' didn't mean ta' scare the students and when Remy realized ah' was scarin' dem' I stopped. At least I wasn't a capon lak' you Colossus! Tell me when did ya' start bein' ah' cocottes...or have ya' just been <em>tamed</em> enough to do as ya' are told?" <br><br>Remy, gave Colossus a smirk, knowing what he said would piss him off but at this point he didn't care. He was starting to think he was better then the rest of them and he wasn't liking it. It's was like he was trying to take over Professor Xavier's place at the school<br><br>"Don't worry! Remy' won't start nothin' here at de' school but if dat' bastard approaches meh'...ah' will fight back! Ah' will be damned if he will take meh' without a fight. Even if it does get meh' killed...and go ahead and have meh' takin' off active duty! Ah' may not agree wit' Magneto but ah' am sure we could work something out!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>25-02-2017, 20:42:23</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/e35/13381189_236387550075587_999398268_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI3MDM1MDIwOTYwMzcyODQ4MA%3D%3D.2&amp;se=7)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Blackout (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12962174#msg12962174)<br><strong>Location:</strong> In her (and Hourglass's) Dorm<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 6th, late evening <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hourglass (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12957766#msg12957766)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Being woken from sleep by a banging noise.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; tee-shirt and panties (https://i2.wp.com/slotsmarvel.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/heroineflash.jpeg?resize=600%2C330)<br><hr><br>Blackout slept soundly for now.&nbsp; It had been roughly a week or so since she'd gotten a new roommate in the form of Tessa and so far, things had gone alright.&nbsp; Sure, they didn't really talk much, but they hadn't had any problems with each other.&nbsp; For the most part, it just seemed like the new girl was still getting settled and Blackout remembered very vividly how that had been.&nbsp; So she didn't push the subject, but instead went about her business, more than willing to talk if Tessa decided that she wanted to.&nbsp; And so far, aside from some very brief talks, that hadn't really happened.&nbsp; As a result, Blackout had just done her thing, spending a bit less time in the room for now to avoid making Tessa uncomfortable, but she still slept in here and they got along just fine in that regard with both of them mindful of the other and trying not to wake the other if they got up in the middle of the night.<br><br>That was until tonight.&nbsp; As Blackout lay sleeping, she was slowly roused from her slumber by the sound of a thudding noise and muttered whispers.&nbsp; At first, she ignored it and tried to get back to sleep, but as it continued, she would finally open her eyes to see if she could figure out what the fuss was about.&nbsp; Looking over at the desk that Tessa had set up in the furthest section from Blackout's bed, she saw the other girl struggling with one of the drawers.&nbsp; She sat up quietly as she watched her struggle with the drawer for a moment before she let out a soft chuckle at how frustrated she was becoming by it.&nbsp; Pushing the covers off, she slipped her legs off the side and stood up, her tee-shirt riding up slightly to expose a small amount of midrift as well as her panties that she slept in.&nbsp; Moving over to the desk, she took a look at it for a moment before she sent used the darkness around them to form a small blade of shadow.&nbsp; Sending it into the drawer, a small clatter would follow as whatever was jamming it came loose.<br><br><strong>"There we go,"</strong> she said with a soft smile as the drawer now opened without trouble, <strong>"Not sure what it was that got jammed, but it must've been in there good and tight.&nbsp; I'd suspect this little guy right here."</strong>&nbsp; She picked up an old school mechanical pen.&nbsp; It was the kind that had several different color inks built into it and was very sturdy, but looked a little worse for wear like it had just taken a beating, making it easily the most likely suspect.&nbsp; Setting the pen back into the drawer, her curiosity got the better of her and she looked on the desk to see what Tessa had been doing.&nbsp; Seeing her drawings, Blackout's eyes lit up with excitement.&nbsp; She hadn't realized that her and Tessa seemed to share a hobby and this opportunity to discuss it with someone had her very excited.&nbsp; <strong>"Oh wow, you draw too!"</strong> she said with some excitement in her voice, <strong>"I do too!&nbsp; Here, let me go and grab my sketch book real quick!"</strong><br><br>She bounded over to her area, her breasts bouncing freely under her tee-shirt due to the lack of bra and when she bent over to get into her bag for the sketch pad, Tessa would get a good look at her firm rear end as she searched.&nbsp; A moment later, she returned to the desk and set her open sketch pad on it for Tessa to see.&nbsp; She looked at her latest work and frowned when she looked back at Tessa's current project.&nbsp; <strong>"You're definitely much better than me,"</strong> she said, <strong>"Perhaps you could give me a few tips and tricks to help me with my drawing."</strong>&nbsp; She looked over at Tessa, a bit of the earlier awkwardness starting to fade a bit as she discovered this common thread between the two that might at least get them past the no talking thing and start to get along.&nbsp; And she wanted that because she liked Tess so far.&nbsp; Both of them clearly had their scars, but neither had pushed the other for details or made it uncomfortable for the other.&nbsp; But it was now up to Tessa if she wanted to continue down this vein or close up and let it pass by.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>25-02-2017, 22:47:33</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br><strong>Location:</strong> In her (and Blackout's) Dorm<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 6th, late evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Blackout<br><strong>Content:</strong> Trying not to be an awful roommate<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> pajamas (https://media.missguided.com/s/missguided/N1330469_set/1/black-ribbed-long-sleeve-pajama-set.jpg?%24category-page__grid--1x%24)<br><hr><br>Not hearing Blackout walking up behind her, she was a bit startled when suddenly a shadow slipped into the drawer she had been struggling with. She immediately let go of the handle and pulled her foot off the desk as she listened to the sounds coming from inside her desk. The petite girl jumped slightly as Blackout suddenly spoke behind her after watching the drawer open itself. She was so stupid to have thought of ghosts before remembering she was in a school filled with mutants. It was still a new concept to her.<br><br><strong>"Yeah. I guess so,"</strong> she replied softly as she looked down at the mechanical pen she had once stolen from her teacher in elementary school. <strong>"Thanks for helping me out. I'm sorry I woke y-"</strong> she began before being cut off by Blackout's excitement over seeing her sketch. Her eyes widened at the amount of excitement, having never heard much more than a few words here and there from her roommate. It made her smile, though, and she turned around to watch Blackout as she excitedly went to grab her own sketchpad. She caught herself staring, though, as she bent over and immediately looked away, blushing. There were a lot of new feelings since coming to this school and her curiosity seemed to get the best of her sometimes. Blackout was definitely attractive and the lack of clothing and lack of support was quite distracting. Tess tended to hide her body with loose clothing, but Hourglass tended to fit her well. Only one person had seen her in tight clothing so far, which was a difficult thing for her to accomplish. She never saw herself as beautiful and was used to trying to blend into the shadows that she never tried to stand out. Her butt and breasts weren't big, but they were perky and shapely. Most of the time she didn't even wear a bra; She felt more comfortable without one. But still, they didn't bounce quite as much as her roommate's.<br><br><strong>"Uhm."</strong> The sound left her lips so shakily.<br><br><strong>"Th-thank you. I... I had a lot of time to practice,"</strong> she admitted, knowing her powers helped her a lot in that aspect.<br><br>Taking Blackout's sketch pad, she flipped through it a bit, smiling at her roommate's drawings. <strong>"These are really good,"</strong> she commented as she bent over her desk to hold the sketchpad under the light. Her shorts were long enough to still hide her butt even as she was bent over. <strong>"You're really good at keeping the body proportional, except for the eyes. If you're going for realism, you wanna try to have a space between them about the size of one eye. Have you tried maybe drawing like... Anime-style characters? I think you'd be amazing at it. Then you can kinda exaggerate features more. I think it'd look really cool,"</strong> she offered as a suggestion as she continued to look through her progression. <strong>"You seem to learn very quickly, but it seems like you're still trying to find your style."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>27-02-2017, 02:26:47</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/e35/13381189_236387550075587_999398268_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI3MDM1MDIwOTYwMzcyODQ4MA%3D%3D.2&amp;se=7)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Blackout (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12962174#msg12962174)<br><strong>Location:</strong> In her (and Hourglass's) Dorm<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 6th, late evening <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hourglass (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12957766#msg12957766)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Being woken from sleep by a banging noise.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; tee-shirt and panties (https://i2.wp.com/slotsmarvel.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/heroineflash.jpeg?resize=600%2C330)<br><hr><br>As Blackout started back towards the desk, she could've sworn she saw a slight blush on Hourglass's face.&nbsp; She couldn't really figure out why at first, but as she walked, she realized what she was wearing, or not wearing, and she couldn't help but smile a little bit.&nbsp; She didn't really mind being looked at, in fact a part of her enjoyed the reaction that she could sometimes get by dressing in tighter clothing or showing a bit of skin.&nbsp; She even didn't really mind wearing things that showed her scar, though she would ignore any attempt by someone to ask how she'd gotten it.&nbsp; It was an intensely personal piece of information and she hadn't shared it with a soul since arriving in the school several years back.&nbsp; And apparently, she'd caught the notice of Tessa and she couldn't help but like that.&nbsp; She had seen bare hints of Tessa's figure here and there, but the girl liked her clothing baggy and Joanne wondered how Tessa would look if she wore some of the clothing that Joanne owned and it didn't escape her that the two of them were fairly similar in size, so that was a possibility at some point, she figured.<br><br>Handing over her sketchpad, she waited with some eagerness to see if she could help Blackout with her drawing.&nbsp; And she wasn't disappointed as Tessa started to look at her sketchbook, bending over the desk to look at her drawings.&nbsp; What she was a bit disappoint at was how the shorts the other girl wore were too long to really give her anything more than a hint of her rear.&nbsp; But that was quickly forgotten as Tessa started to talk and Blackout bent over next to her to see what she was talking about.&nbsp; The position brought the girls only a few inches from the other as she nodded along with Tessa's words.&nbsp; <strong>"I don't think I've ever thought of drawing anime,"</strong> she admitted, <strong>"But you're right, the eyes are a bit on the large side, aren't they?&nbsp; I suppose I've always had a fascination with eyes and make them the focus of my work.&nbsp; After all, you can learn alot about someone by looking into their eyes, can't you?"</strong><br><br>As she said that, she turned her head slightly and realized how close they were.&nbsp; Only a few inches separated them and she would actually wait until Tessa would look at her.&nbsp; When it happened, she would smile and look into the new girl's eyes.&nbsp; <strong>"You do have very pretty eyes,"</strong> she said lightly, <strong>"Maybe I could draw you one of these days and test out that anime style on you?"</strong>&nbsp; She chuckled softly as she would back off a little bit, the slightest hint of a blush on her own cheeks at how close they'd been just now.&nbsp; Moving to the edge of Tessa's bed, she would sit down there to give the girl the ability to finish looking at the sketchpad and giving any more advice that she had to give.&nbsp; Once that was done, Blackout decided that now would be as good a time as any to talk about other stuff since it seemed that they'd finally broken the ice with this surprising discovery of a shared hobby.<br><br><strong>"So we haven't really talked that much since you got here, have we?"</strong> she asked lightly as she looked at the other girl, <strong>"I was thinking that since both of us are awake, maybe we could correct that."</strong>&nbsp; She looked at her for a moment, knowing that asking about her past was probably not the best of ideas since the scars and burns were hard to miss and hinted at a past that was better left unspoken about.&nbsp; So she fished around for a few moments for a topic before she finally settled on one.&nbsp; <strong>"What types of movies do you like?"</strong> she asked, starting with a relatively harmless topic, <strong>"I'm a big fan of horror movies myself.&nbsp; There's something about them that just sends a thrill down my spine."</strong>&nbsp; She smiled as she looked towards Tessa, hoping that the topic would be one that she could get the ball rolling on a conversation with the other girl and see how that went.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>27-02-2017, 16:44:51</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br><strong>Location:</strong> In her (and Blackout's) Dorm<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 6th, late evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Blackout<br><strong>Content:</strong> Getting to know her roommate<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> pajamas (https://media.missguided.com/s/missguided/N1330469_set/1/black-ribbed-long-sleeve-pajama-set.jpg?%24category-page__grid--1x%24)<br><hr><br>Tess paid more attention to the amount of detail Blackout had put into the eyes of her drawings. They were beautiful, the way the eyelashes curled so perfectly and the little spot of white light that interrupted the detail of the iris. It seemed that Blackout had taken a lot of time on the eyes, like it was something she practiced drawing more than anything. Her attention to detail was beautiful. The eyes neither looked real nor cartoon-y, but the perfect combination of the two. <strong>"At this school, you never know,"</strong> she replied, a bit distracted, before turning to look at her roommate, feeling eyes on her. Her blue-gray eyes widened slightly in a bit of shock to find Blackout looking straight into her eyes. Tess wasn't the type of girl that got so close and personal and she wasn't used to having anyone look into her eyes, especially so closely. Her cheeks took on a light blush again as she stayed frozen, as if unable to look away until Blackout did. <strong>"Um... Thank you, though you'd probably only have one eye to draw if you drew me,"</strong> she replied, honestly. Tess only ever had her right eye visible when she was drawing or relaxing in her dorm. Other than that, she always had it hidden to cover her branded cheek; She certainly didn't want her scar being drawn.<br><br>Once Blackout finally pulled away, Tess could've sworn she saw what began to be blushing on her roommate's cheeks. Was she embarrassed by something? <em>"Was it something I said?"</em> she thought briefly before looking back to the sketchpad. She didn't turn the page or say anything for a moment, lost in her own thoughts, before her eyes finally focused on the page again. <strong>"The amount of detail you put in the eyes don't match the rest of the drawing. Like it's the one thing you practice drawing more than anything else,"</strong> she mentioned quietly as she flipped through the pages until getting to the end. <strong>"The whole eye area - eyebrows, eyelid, eyelashes... They all match the detail you put in the eyes, but if you look at the nose and lips, they don't share that enthusiasm. It's not a bad thing if you're doing an anime style, though. Usually the nose in anime tends to even lack much of a shape and the lips tend to not even be outlined - but the eyes... The eyes are always the focal point of the face."<br></strong><br>Looking up from the sketchpad, she noticed Blackout had made herself comfortable on her bed, watching her. After Blackout's suggestion, Tess bit the inside of her cheek, somewhat nervous about getting to know one another. They had a good thing going so far and she was really looking to not screw things up. <strong>"Um... Sure," </strong>she replied after releasing the inside of her cheek. She closed the sketchpad and walked over to her bed to sit down. She made herself comfortable at the head of her bed, her back against the wall and her legs in front of her. Her knees were bent and pressed together while her feet stayed about a foot or so apart.<br><br><strong>"Movies?"</strong> she repeated softly, her arms folded between her stomach and her thighs. <strong>"I didn't really go out to see movies. I more-so just caught whatever was on TV, so I haven't seen many, to be honest. But I did like that one movie with the haunted hotel room. And the guy is stuck there - like he can't even leave the room. And weird shit starts happening. I forgot what it's called, but it was a movie I could relate to, so I liked it. It made me feel like my stuff wasn't that bad, y'know?"</strong> She wasn't sure if it would be considered a horror movie in the same sense as Blackout's idea of horror, but it was the first one to come to mind.<br><br><strong>"I'm sorry that I don't know many movies. I kinda had too much going on and not enough me-time sometimes. I was hoping that coming here, I'd be able to have a more normal life. Like do things that I didn't get to do growing up. I couldn't have friends,"</strong> she admitted, hoping Blackout would understand why she was the way she was. She felt like she was so weird for not knowing basic things that every other person would know, like what her favorite movie genre was. The problem was she wasn't exposed to many movies and the ones she did see she often saw more than once either because of her temporal looping or because they were movies that were always on TV.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>27-02-2017, 23:26:24</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/e35/13381189_236387550075587_999398268_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI3MDM1MDIwOTYwMzcyODQ4MA%3D%3D.2&amp;se=7)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Blackout (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12962174#msg12962174)<br><strong>Location:</strong> In her (and Hourglass's) Dorm<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 6th, late evening <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hourglass (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12957766#msg12957766)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Hanging with her roommate<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; tee-shirt and panties (https://i2.wp.com/slotsmarvel.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/heroineflash.jpeg?resize=600%2C330)<br><hr><br>Having Tessa look at her drawings was proving to be a good thing.&nbsp; The other girl seemed to have picked up on something that she had not and that was her near obsession with getting the eyes just right.&nbsp; Thinking back on it, she could remember most of her drawing time being spent on the eyes.&nbsp; And she also started to remember how she tended not to have to fix mistakes with the eyes, perhaps hinting that she had always been subconsciously comfortable or happy with them as opposed to the rest of the face, which she often found herself erasing sections to redo.&nbsp; And she also realized that when she met someone new, the first thing she was likely to notice was their eyes.&nbsp; As she came to this realization, she wondered if she had some sort of attraction to eyes or if it was just something that happened with everyone.&nbsp; Either way, it was what it was and now that she knew it, she could start using that to her advantage.&nbsp; Not that there was a whole lot of advantages to her drawing, but she wanted to believe that what Tessa had told her would end up making a difference with her drawings and she would continue to do so unless she was proven wrong.&nbsp; And she highly doubted that that would happen.<br><br>As Joanne made the decision to try and change topics with Tessa, she noticed how that seemed to cause a bit of concern with the other girl for a moment.&nbsp; In fact, she was fairly sure that Tessa was biting the inside of her cheek, a nervous tick that Blackout used to have when she was younger, which made Joanne question whether or not this was actually a good idea.&nbsp; But then Tessa agreed and she joined Blackout on the bed, sitting up near the headboard while Blackout shifted lightly so that she was closer to the foot of the bed to give the other girl some space since she was noticing that Tessa wasn't really used to the idea of someone being physically close to her.&nbsp; At least not in a positive way given the number of scars that Blackout had begun to notice as they saw each other on a regular basis.&nbsp; In fact, she suspected she was the only one that had seen the brand on the other's girl's cheek and didn't bring it up since it was clearly a very sore spot for the girl.<br><br>Choosing what she'd felt was a safe topic to start with, she waited for Tessa to comment.&nbsp; And she was admittedly very surprised when Tessa talked about how she hadn't seen many movies.&nbsp; Seeing movies was almost a standard thing that kids their age had done growing up.&nbsp; It was really another hint that things had been very rough for Tess as a kid and Blackout determined that she was going to try and help Tess as much as she could.&nbsp; And when she mentioned a movie she saw, Blackout's eyes lit up as she knew immediately what movie was being talked about.&nbsp; <strong>"Oh, oh, oh, that was 1408!"</strong> she exclaimed, bouncing a little bit as she remember that movie, <strong>"That movie messed with me so badly, especially when he gets to the end of the hour and thinks it's over, only for it to start all over again.&nbsp; Which ending did you like better?&nbsp; The one where he survives, or the one where he dies?"</strong><br><br>The topic of the movie was a good one, but then it did turn a little as Tessa apologized and started talking about how she hoped that this would be a fresh start for her and give her a chance to have a more normal life.&nbsp; Yeah, that was a clear show of how bad things had been for Tess and Blackout actually had a strange desire to reach over and pull the other girl into a hug.&nbsp; But she restrained herself, one because she wasn't the type to embrace alot of physical contact with someone she barely knew and two, she had a feeling that it would startled the living daylights out of Tessa and she didn't want to do that.&nbsp; So she restrained herself and instead settled for flopping down across the foot of the bed, her arms stretched above her head and causing her tee-shirt to drag up a few inches to show her flat-ish tummy and would remain that way as she turned her head to look back at Tessa.<br><br><strong>"Well you can have friends here,"</strong> she said with a smile, <strong>"And hopefully plenty of them.&nbsp; As for doing things, I'm sure we could get permission to go somewhere if we can get one of the Professors to come along.&nbsp; Not to mention there's really a lot of things to do here and a massive collection of movies to choose from.&nbsp; Maybe tomorrow, she can take over one of the televisions around here and watch a few or something."</strong>&nbsp; She smiled lightly as she looked at Tessa, trying to convey that she wanted to hang out and be the other girl's friend.&nbsp; <strong>"Hell, maybe we'll see about going clothing shopping sometime.&nbsp; I could use some new outfits and I think you'd look good in something other than baggy sweatshirts."</strong>&nbsp; She giggled a bit as she waited to see how Tessa would react to that thought.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>28-02-2017, 14:58:54</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br><strong>Location:</strong> In her (and Blackout's) Dorm<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 6th, late evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Blackout<br><strong>Content:</strong> Getting to know her roommate<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> pajamas (https://media.missguided.com/s/missguided/N1330469_set/1/black-ribbed-long-sleeve-pajama-set.jpg?%24category-page__grid--1x%24)<br><hr><br><strong>"He dies?"</strong> she asked, seeming completely unaware that there were multiple endings. <strong>"He didn't die, I've seen it like fifteen times. He survives and- and he writes his book and... The tape recorder plays and his wife hears what went on and... And she drops the box and that's how it ends."</strong> Tess seemed confused at the fact that movies could have alternate endings. Her eyebrows had furrowed as she replayed the ending in her mind, trying to figure out if she missed any sort of hint that he might have still been in the hotel.<strong> "No, he... He thought he was out, but it was a dream. And so he set the place on fire and... And he got rescued,"</strong> she mumbled to herself a bit, seeming to be trying to work things out.<br><br>As Blackout flopped down onto the bed, it caused Tessa to bounce slightly, breaking her from her own thoughts. Her furrowed brow softened and she smiled at Blackout's words. Her knees were blocking her sight of Blackout's stomach, which meant she didn't become distracted or embarrassed. She simply listened to her roommate's suggestions and smiled brighter at the offer of watching movies together, but didn't interrupt her. <strong>"That would be pretty awesome. I feel like I need to redesign myself now that I'm no longer forced to hide in the shadows,"</strong> she replied as she looked down at herself and the dark color of the pajamas she was wearing. She had always tried to keep from standing out, not wanting any attention on her so no one would figure out who she really was. She had kept to herself for so long, in fear that someone would find out she wasn't human. It made for a lot of lonely days and a lack of self-expression. <strong>"I really want to wear a dress. I haven't worn one since like... fifth grade, I think. I didn't even go to prom,"</strong> she added, knowing it was a big deal to a lot of people.<br><br><strong>"Oh!"</strong> she exclaimed, bouncing slightly as she remembered another horror movie. <strong>"The Conjuring! Super creepy. Did you see that one? I went straight to the Library to find out if Annabelle was real. Have you ever researched stuff like that? The amount of creepy things you find is too much to bear. Like, there's this haunted painting and anyone who owns it ends up getting severely ill or they start seeing it come to life or they die!"</strong><br><br>Tessa was what most would call strange. She hadn't had a normal life growing up and her mother had scraped to make ends meet while her stepfather took advantage of his situation. Tessa had never had access to extra income to go out or rent movies or even to have access to Netflix. All she had to entertain her was a tube TV and a radio. She had no tablet, no cell phone, and no internet access other than at school and the library.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>01-03-2017, 03:24:41</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/e35/13381189_236387550075587_999398268_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI3MDM1MDIwOTYwMzcyODQ4MA%3D%3D.2&amp;se=7)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Blackout (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12962174#msg12962174)<br><strong>Location:</strong> In her (and Hourglass's) Dorm<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 6th, late evening <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hourglass (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12957766#msg12957766)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Hanging with her roommate<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; tee-shirt and panties (https://i2.wp.com/slotsmarvel.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/heroineflash.jpeg?resize=600%2C330)<br><hr><br>Joanne giggled for a moment as she listened to Tessa try to make sense of what she'd said about the movie.&nbsp; Yes, the standard edition had the ending that she described, so she wasn't wrong.&nbsp; But clearly she'd never heard of or seen alternate endings to films.&nbsp; <strong>"Yes, you're absolutely right,"</strong> she said in a soothing voice, <strong>"But if you get the DVD, you can watch an alternate ending.&nbsp; In it, he actually doesn't escape and instead, you get to see his funeral with the wife standing by the grave, crying.&nbsp; Then it pans over to the hotel manager, who gets into his car and when he looks into his rearview mirror, he sees the guy all burned and crispy in his backseat, but when he turns around, there's nothing there.&nbsp; It's a neat little idea, but not all that big of a deal since it doesn't change the outcome or set up a sequel or anything.&nbsp; Alot of movies have things like that as a little bonus for people that buy the movie."</strong><br><br>When the topic turned to clothing and changing Tessa's style, Blackout smiled.&nbsp; She did like clothes.&nbsp; She wasn't obsessed with them like some girls where around here, but she had a decent amount of them, though they mostly were black and had a slightly gothic feel to them.&nbsp; She did, however, have some dresses and other things that she felt every girl should have, so she wasn't a complete goth.&nbsp; Or at least she didn't think that she was.&nbsp; Hearing Tessa express a desire to wear a dress, she smiled lightly.&nbsp; <strong>"Oh I'm sure that we can get you a dress or two,"</strong> she said, <strong>"And also some comfortable everyday clothes for you.&nbsp; Of course, if you want, you're free to go ahead and borrow some of my clothing if you want.&nbsp; You're about the same size as me as far as I've been able to tell.&nbsp; Maybe not as busty, but I think we could work around that."</strong>&nbsp; She giggled playfully and she intentionally squeezed her arms forward to push her chest out playfully, hoping to make Tessa look.<br><br>When the Conjuring was brought up, Blackout grinned.&nbsp; She remember that movie very vividly as it had actually given her some nightmares for a week or two.&nbsp; <strong>"That movie was so creepy!"</strong> she agreed, <strong>"And what was worse was that when I was little, my mother had a doll that looked just like that.&nbsp; I had a nightmare not long afterwards.&nbsp; I was a little girl again and that doll kept popping up in my bedroom and all sorts of scary stuff started happening.&nbsp; It's probably a good thing that I didn't have a roommate then or I might've woken you up when I screamed in terror.&nbsp; As it was, I woke up the girl next store and she nearly broke down the door trying to make sure I was alright."</strong>&nbsp; She laughed a little bit as she remembered that night and how crazy it had been.<br><br>Smiling at Tessa, Blackout decided that she liked the girl.&nbsp; Sure, she had a rough upbringing and clearly had learned how to get by with very little, but she had managed it and had come out the other side.&nbsp; A bit scarred, yes, but everyone had scars.&nbsp; Just some people like Tessa and Joanne wore their scars on their skin and not on the inside.&nbsp; And Joanne had long ago decided that while she wouldn't talk about how she got her scars, she wasn't going to hide them either.&nbsp; Perhaps, in time, she could teach Tessa how to do the same without fear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>02-03-2017, 01:18:22</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br><strong>Location:</strong> In her (and Blackout's) Dorm<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 6th, late evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Blackout<br><strong>Content:</strong> Getting to know her roommate<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> pajamas (https://media.missguided.com/s/missguided/N1330469_set/1/black-ribbed-long-sleeve-pajama-set.jpg?%24category-page__grid--1x%24)<br><hr><br>Blackout explained what happened in the alternate ending, but Tessa didn't really like the sound of it. She preferred the ending she saw, where he survived. It wasn't so much the fact that he had survived that made it better, but that there had been a way out. Even if he had died after getting out, he had gotten out and that was the important part to her. It was a little like Tessa's own life. She had gotten out when she thought she would never get out alive. It was a dark way to think about her own life, but the movie had given her hope that she would eventually escape from her own hell. And it seemed like she finally had. She had a new life at this school and she was finally making friends again.<br><br>Tessa couldn't help but smile at her roommate's offer of lending her some clothes to wear. It was very kind and unexpected, but not as unexpected as her mention of bust sizes. She couldn't help but blush as she saw Blackout push her chest out, showing just how much she had hidden beneath her t-shirt. Quickly, she lowered her eyes to her knees and rubbed the back of her head with her right hand. <strong>"I really appreciate your offer. I... I'd like to take you up on it, but... But I get anxiety about people looking at me... But... I just really want to get over it. I really do! I know it's just kinda ingrained in me from constantly trying to hide the fact that I'm not human and hide the way I look,"</strong> she mentioned as she moved her right hand to her branded cheek, covering the marking on it with her fingers. She and Blackout never spoke about their scars to one another, but she was sure Blackout would understand why she was so afraid to let anyone see her in all her flaws.<br><br>She heard everything that Blackout had said about the movie, but her mind had continued to fixate on other things. She couldn't help but to bring it back up when her roommate had finish talking about the movie.<br><br><strong>"I saw this really beautiful dress on the internet. I even found gloves to match it that wouldn't look super obvious that I'm hiding anything. But it's low-cut and has a super high slit and isn't exactly an everyday kind of dress. And when I look at it, I think about how if I had gone to prom, I would've worn that dress. I would've sucked up all my courage to put it on and go and let everyone stare. And I would've felt beautiful for once and not worried that people were staring at my scars instead of all of me. Have you ever felt like that?"</strong> she asked, hoping that Blackout would have some sort of way to describe to her what it felt like. She saw the outfits her roommate wore sometimes, not hiding her scar and not caring that it could be seen. Tessa was envious of her confidence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>02-03-2017, 03:20:04</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/e35/13381189_236387550075587_999398268_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI3MDM1MDIwOTYwMzcyODQ4MA%3D%3D.2&amp;se=7)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Blackout (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12962174#msg12962174)<br><strong>Location:</strong> In her (and Hourglass's) Dorm<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 6th, late evening <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hourglass (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12957766#msg12957766)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Hanging with her roommate<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; tee-shirt and panties (https://i2.wp.com/slotsmarvel.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/heroineflash.jpeg?resize=600%2C330)<br><hr><br>Blackout understood the anxiety that Tessa was talking about.&nbsp; She was pretty sure all of them had gone through that to some degree or another given how they were all considered freaks at some level or another with some mutations being more visible than others.&nbsp; And while their respective mutations didn't manifest in a way that was visible to others, they had their scars and those were enough to make most people look at them strangely.&nbsp; While Blackout was long since past that concern, Tessa clearly wasn't, not to mention her brand was something that was hard to miss and an explanation was something that most people would want or make up themselves.&nbsp; And given the anger at mutants these days, they both knew the conclusion that would be reached, regardless of whether or not it was accurate or not.<br><br><strong>"I understand that,"</strong> she said lightly, <strong>"But if you really want to get over it, then the best way is to start doing it little by little.&nbsp; At least here, you know that none of us are going to give you attitude over it."</strong>&nbsp; And she knew she was right.&nbsp; Most everyone here had some sort of difficulty in their past and wouldn't be intentionally mean or cruel to the others.&nbsp; So getting more comfortable around them would be a good first step before they tried actually going out into the world in general, at least when they were allowed to actually go places at all.&nbsp; She was going to say something, but then Tessa started talking about the dress.&nbsp; And as she did, Blackout couldn't help but smile.&nbsp; She knew exactly what Tessa was talking about and as the girl finished talking, she would nod her heard softly.&nbsp; <strong>"I do.&nbsp; That's why I do my hair like I do.&nbsp; And why I dress like I dress.&nbsp; I want people to see me and not my scars.&nbsp; So I find ways to draw their attention away from them.&nbsp; And we'll make that happen for you too, Tessa."</strong><br><br>Hoping up off the bed, Blackout smiled.&nbsp; <strong>"I don't know about you, but all this talk about clothes has me wondering how you'll look in some of mine,"</strong> she said, <strong>"And since it seems like neither one of us can sleep, why don't we have a bit of fun?"</strong>&nbsp; As she said this, she started to move to the closet that was meant to contain both of their clothing, but at the present housed mostly Blackout's various outfits.&nbsp; She started to browse through them until she found what she was looking for.&nbsp; It was a simple black dress (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/6e/df/4b/6edf4b58302bd3a5bef8dd0d0e71c482.jpg) that wasn't overly showy while still not being all that conservative either.&nbsp; She probably wouldn't have Tessa wear it in public just yet, but for just the two of them, she thought it would be cute to see the normally completely covered girl in a dress.<br><br>She looked over at Tessa and held the dress up.&nbsp; <strong>"I wanna see how this looks on you,"</strong> she said with a smile, <strong>"So come on, off with the baggy sweats and into the dress."</strong>&nbsp; She smiled as she moved back towards the bed and set the dress on it between them, hoping that her smile and her excitement over the situation would help to motivate Tessa to get into it as well and hopefully, the pair could have a bit of fun.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>02-03-2017, 17:25:46</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br><strong>Location:</strong> In her (and Blackout's) Dorm<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 6th, late evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Blackout<br><strong>Content:</strong> Getting to know her roommate<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blackout's dress (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/6e/df/4b/6edf4b58302bd3a5bef8dd0d0e71c482.jpg)<br><hr><br>Tessa couldn't help but smile as her roommate hopped off the bed and went over to the closet to find something for her to try on. She had never played dress-up when she was younger, having never had friends to play with, so this was going to be a new experience for her. The closet had almost none of her own clothing in it. There were a few sweatshirts, but that was it. She didn't have many clothes so most of her things fit in the small dresser that was beside her bed. It had three drawers, which was enough for her. The top drawer had her undergarments, the middle had sweaters and shirts, and the bottom had what few pairs of pants she had. She seemed to be somewhat of a minimalist.<br><br>The dress Blackout had selected was cute. It was short, but didn't seem like it was too short to expose too much. The top of it was buttoned closed, which made her feel comfortable about it not being too revealing. She was worried, though, given the size of her roommate's breasts, that it would look weird on her. Hopefully it wasn't too stretched out. <strong>"I think my chest might be a little too small for this," she mentioned softly as she ran her fingers over the fabric of the dress. "It might make me look flat-chested, so don't laugh."</strong><br><br>With that warning, she stood up and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and bent over as she pulled them down her pale legs before kicking them aside. Her panties were far from the look she chose to wear in public. They had zebra stripes and a pink lace trim. It seemed that they only way she currently expressed herself was through her choice in panties; They were sexy and showed off her butt, despite her other clothes hiding everything about her. Without thinking about the fact that she was undressing in front of her roommate, she pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it beside her feet, exposing her <strong>nearly naked body</strong> (http://c3.nuttit.com/Cache/GetImage?id=I69YOKU.png). Her breasts were perky and her freckles covered from her shoulders to the tops of her breasts. She had an hourglass shape to her, which matched her mutant name so perfectly.<br><br><strong>"I hope it fits,"</strong> she thought aloud as she bent over the bed slightly, unbuttoning the collar so she'd be able to fit her head in. She took one last look at the dress before lifting it from the bed and putting it on. She pulled the skirt of the dress down, making sure it covered everything, then buttoned up the collar before smoothing the fabric out with her hands. She didn't look down at herself, nervous about how it looked on her. <strong>"What do you think?"</strong> she asked, looking to her roommate for some input.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>06-03-2017, 00:17:39</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/e35/13381189_236387550075587_999398268_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI3MDM1MDIwOTYwMzcyODQ4MA%3D%3D.2&amp;se=7)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Blackout (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12962174#msg12962174)<br><strong>Location:</strong> In her (and Hourglass's) Dorm<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 6th, late evening <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hourglass (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12957766#msg12957766)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Hanging with her roommate<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; tee-shirt and panties (https://i2.wp.com/slotsmarvel.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/heroineflash.jpeg?resize=600%2C330)<br><hr><br>Blackout watched as Tessa looked at the dress and seemed to be considering the idea of putting it on.&nbsp; Blackout was hopeful that she would, otherwise she felt that the vibe of the night might've been ruined.&nbsp; And when Tessa pointed out that her chest was as large as Blackout's, the girl just giggled slightly.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm not going to laugh,"</strong> she said lightly, <strong>"And I've only really worn this one a couple of times, so the front shouldn't be that stretched out.&nbsp; As long as you've got a little bit of chest there, you should be just fine."</strong>&nbsp; She smiled encouragingly, just hoping that Tessa wasn't going to back out on the idea, which it was clear she was strongly considering at this point, much to Blackout's delight.<br><br>Suddenly, Tessa started to undress and Blackout smiled as she leaned back on the bed and just watched.&nbsp; The panties that were revealed caused her eyebrows to raise as they were absolutely not the type that she expected to see.&nbsp; She was expecting something plain and probably white, maybe even granny panties, but what she saw was something that she could actually see herself wearing.&nbsp; In fact, she was pretty sure she had a similar pair in her drawers somewhere.&nbsp; But before she could comment on it, the sweatshirt came off and Blackout's attention was drawn to the naked breasts of her roommate.&nbsp; They fit her frame beautifully and her eyes were drawn to the freckles along her shoulders and the tops of her breasts.&nbsp; She found that she liked them and she resolved that she would definitely be having Tessa try on some outfits that better showcased them because she suspected that others would like them too.<br><br>As the dress was slipped on, Blackout was brought out of some very inappropriate thoughts as she watched the other girl smooth the skirt and then buttoned the collar so that it was fully buttoned as it was supposed to be.&nbsp; Looking at the sight before her, Blackout's smile would've been able to give the answer to her question, but she knew better than to remain silent.&nbsp; <strong>"I think that you look great in it,"</strong> she said with a smile, <strong>"It fits you almost perfectly.&nbsp; However, it seems that my chest did stretch it out a bit more than I thought it had.&nbsp; Still, it doesn't make you look flat-chested at all."</strong>&nbsp; She smiled as she gently guided Tessa so that she was standing in front of the full length mirror in the girl's room so she could see how she looked for herself.<br><br>Once she'd given Tessa a few minutes to fully process how good she looked in the dress, Blackout wouldn't be able to resist teasing her roommate just a little bit.&nbsp; <strong>"Sooooo,"</strong> she began with a smile, <strong>"If I had know that you were going to look that good in just panties, I would've tried to get you to try my dresses on sooner."</strong>&nbsp; She giggled softly, hoping that Tessa would be able to take the teasing in stride.&nbsp; After all, she was an attractive girl, even with her scars, and Blackout found herself having to fend off some very interesting thoughts lest she say or do something that she probably shouldn't be thinking about.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>06-03-2017, 19:38:27</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.skyrock.net/9154/44199154/pics/2823309308_1.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headmaster's Officer<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Friday 5th, 10:55am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salvation Meeting</span> <br><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> It seemed Remy was trying hard to get under his skin, as Piotr knew he'd gotten under the Cajun's. The only difference was he was arguing with logic and sound reasoning. Gambit was just trying to talk big and push his buttons; even going so far as to insult him. If he recalled correctly, a 'capone' was a cockerel that had been castrated. Piotr only smiled, as the alternative was not the path he wanted to go down.<br><br>&nbsp;He opened his mouth to shoot back with more counterpoints, but Remy had proven to him that he was a fool, concerned only with his passions and what he felt was best. There was no point talking to someone who simply refused to listen, so he waved him off, composed himself and got back to the heart of the conversation. However, he spoke loudly in Charles' mind. <em>"Professor, for his own sake, warn Gambit to choose his next words very carefully. Where I am from, calling a man a castrated cock, and a prostitute is a <em>grave</em> offense."</em><br><br>&nbsp;He listened to Logan's points, and nodded along as he agreed with much of it. Then Xavier finally chimed in and the thought of a superhuman team designed to handle problems with efficiency and talents normal soldiers didn't possess started to form and become a reality. "My one suggestion would be that Salvation himself have some of his operational freedom reigned in. With us around, he won't be necessary to smash every skull of every unregistered mutant. Besides, if the government willingly acknowledges they went to far, and show they are at least making steps to make things better, it can generate a lot of good will, rebuild some of the trust they've thrown away over the years."<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>07-03-2017, 15:59:18</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br><strong>Location:</strong> In her (and Blackout's) Dorm<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 6th, late evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Blackout<br><strong>Content:</strong> Getting to know her roommate<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blackout's dress (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/6e/df/4b/6edf4b58302bd3a5bef8dd0d0e71c482.jpg)<br><hr><br>Following her roommate's guide, she walked to the full-length mirror and looked at herself in it. Her legs were exposed up to her thighs and the scars on her arms were completely exposed, but she didn't seem to care. The dress looked beautiful, other than a bit of loose fabric on her chest. She lifted one are behind her back and pinched the fabric to pull it tighter on her chest, wanting to see what it would look like if it hadn't been stretched out. The dress was lovely and proper, even with the length. <strong>"It's so pretty,"</strong> she mentioned with a smile as she turned slightly to see the back of it and make sure it wasn't so short that it showed her butt. <strong>"I'm surprised you have a dress like this. It's so covered up. I usually see you wearing low-cut things. Is it for special occasions?"</strong> she asked, curiously. She didn't mean to be offensive or rude in any way.<br><br>Tessa was still admiring the dress when Blackout mentioned her panties and the fact that it had been all that she was wearing when trying the dress on. She blushed furiously, stopped for a moment to recall how long it had been, then silently cursed at herself. It had been longer than a minute since that happened. She couldn't rewind and try again.<strong> "I'm so sorry. I... I didn't realize. I guess I'm more tired than I thought I was. I didn't mean to flash you. I just... I don't usually undress in front of people and so I didn't think about it and I'm really really sorry,"</strong> she explained, her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Her body language had changed as well, no longer feeling confident and beautiful, now feeling embarrassed and exposed. Her knees were pressed together and her left arm crossed over her stomach, holding her side, while her right arm crossed diagonally over her chest, holding her shoulder, as if she was trying to cover herself up even though she was still clothed.<br><br>She didn't seem to focus on the part where Blackout complimented her, only the fact that she had just been almost completely nude in front of the girl.<strong> "I really didn't mean it. I would take it back if I could, but it's been too long," </strong>she mentioned with an honest look in her eyes. She wasn't sure if Blackout knew about her powers or not, but she spoke of them nonchalantly, as if they were an everyday thing. Since coming to the school, she had used them most days for one thing or another, which was a lot, considering she was punished anytime she used them outside of the school. It was something she quickly adapted to, unlike her need to feel invisible at times.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>10-03-2017, 00:41:25</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1314.photobucket.com/albums/t576/croweshadow/Misc/b725c53d3c64e6829f97465579ec0681_zpspymfytmz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jean Grey<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headmaster's Office<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 5, morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Xavier, Gambit, Colossus, Logan, Storm, Nemesis, others<br><strong>Content:</strong> Teacher's meeting<br><hr><br>Jean was glad that Dr. Nemesis broke up the fight between Gambit and Colossus. Clearly, there was still tension among them, but it was nothing a good match in the Danger Room couldn’t solve. As James continued to speak, Jean nodded in agreement to his words. Her hope was that mutants could benefit all mankind and in return they could be more than second-class citizens—that they would be equals. She opposed views that meant either humans or mutants had to rule over the other. <br><br>When Logan spoke, Jean felt a shiver of anxiety, as it was a grim thought to consider but a very real and possible one. As for the man himself, he not only sounded like the old Wolverine, but it ‘felt’ like him too. Of course he wouldn’t agree to work for the government but perhaps he would work with them. It was a start and Jean began to feel a bit like a jerk for distancing herself from the man just because he was from another timeline. They needed to all work together to make this dream a reality. <br><br>Despite everyone’s reservations, once Xavier spoke things settled down a bit. The man had a way with being comforting but also firm in his decisions. That’s one of the things Jean admired most about him. He could silence a room full of strong personalities with reason alone. That gift was more than enough to help their cause when he spoke with government officials. Jean wished to emulate him, but sometimes she censored herself too much or not enough. There was still a lot she had to learn. <br><br><strong>“I think we can all agree that we owe it to mutantkind to at least try.”</strong> Jean spoke, <strong>“Salvation represents what happens when we stop trying. If it ends up that we must eventually take up arms to fight a war, then at least we can be certain that we looked at all other options first. For me, that will mean fighting without regrets or hesitation if such a time ever comes.”</strong> It seemed that most of them were at least amenable to the suggestion. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>10-03-2017, 04:01:53</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/e35/13381189_236387550075587_999398268_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI3MDM1MDIwOTYwMzcyODQ4MA%3D%3D.2&amp;se=7)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Blackout (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12962174#msg12962174)<br><strong>Location:</strong> In her (and Hourglass's) Dorm<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 6th, late evening <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hourglass (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12957766#msg12957766)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Hanging with her roommate<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; tee-shirt and panties (https://i2.wp.com/slotsmarvel.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/heroineflash.jpeg?resize=600%2C330)<br><hr><br>She giggled lightly as Tessa mentioned how she seemed to prefer to wear low cut things and show off her cleavage, among other things.&nbsp; And all of this was true.&nbsp; She liked to show off and didn't mind people seeing her scars.&nbsp; It was a sort of healing for her in the fact that she could put them on display and not feel shame.&nbsp; Sure, she wouldn't answer any questions about them, but she also wasn't going to hide them anymore.&nbsp; <strong>"No, it's not really for special occasions or anything,"</strong> she said with a smile, <strong>"I just thought it was cute and decided that it might be nice to have something that made the boys and girls look at my eyes instead of my chest for a change.&nbsp; Not that it really gets a whole lot of use because of that reason, but it's still nice to have such an option."</strong>&nbsp; She smiled lightly to show she hadn't been offended by the comment that had led to that explanation.<br><br>When she brought up being flashed, she could see how flushed Tessa became, but also noticed how quick she was to try and explain it away and apologize.&nbsp; And Blackout felt that the girl didn't need to apologize.&nbsp; They were both beautiful young women and she didn't see any reason why they should hide that from the other.&nbsp; Blackout had had no issues with showing alot of skin in the room and was surprised that Tessa hadn't gotten an eyeful of her bare breasts at some point.&nbsp; But before Blackout could say anything, she noticed how suddenly the confidence that had been filling Tessa crumbled and it made her sad.&nbsp; The girl really had nothing to be ashamed of and she also hadn't done anything wrong.&nbsp; So as Tessa talked about it being too far for her to turn back time and take it back, Blackout looked at her.&nbsp; She didn't want Tessa to feel like she needed to do something like that and she knew that she needed to think of a way to show Tessa that she hadn't minded what had happened one bit.<br><br>Feeling bold, she reached out and grabbed the girl by the cheeks gently, using her grip to shift the girl's face to look at her.&nbsp; Leaning forward, she placed a very soft and very gentle kiss on the girl's lips.&nbsp; It only lasted for a brief second, but she hoped it would be enough to get the girl's attention.&nbsp; <strong>"Don't apologize,"</strong> she told her seriously, <strong>"You're a very beautiful girl and you have no reason to be ashamed.&nbsp; In here, you don't have to hide anything.&nbsp; If you want to walk around this room in just your panties, then you do it.&nbsp; You'll never hear me complain about the view, I can promise you that."</strong>&nbsp; She smiled gently as she removed her hands to allow the girl to move freely again.&nbsp; <strong>"Just keep in mind, that if you start doing that, then I might go ahead and take that as permission to do it as well, ok?"</strong>&nbsp; Blackout giggled playfully as she leaned back against her bed to see how Tessa was going to react to her proclamation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>11-03-2017, 22:09:26</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br><strong>Location:</strong> In her (and Blackout's) Dorm<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 6th, late evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Blackout<br><strong>Content:</strong> Getting to know her roommate<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blackout's dress (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/6e/df/4b/6edf4b58302bd3a5bef8dd0d0e71c482.jpg)<br><hr><br>Tessa froze in place, and time froze as well. Her eyes widened from the kiss, surprised by it. Here she was, standing in front of Blackout, a girl she had barely spoken to before, and was receiving a spontaneous kiss out of no where. There was no warning at all. She didn't even recognize that she had frozen time until seconds had passed with Blackout not moving. Blushing, she started time up again and allowed Blackout to pull away. Surprised, blue-gray eyes looked into Blackout's eyes, unable to concentrate at first. This was her second kiss since coming to the school; Her second kiss since she was a pre-teen. It was something she still wasn't used to.<br><br><strong>"I, uh... I don't know if I'd ever be comfortable enough to walk around naked. I'm not even sure how I managed to get changed in front of you. I totally blanked for some reason," </strong>she replied, not sure what else to say. She couldn't help but feel like this was a dream. Was this whole school just a dream? No, it couldn't be. She had already had repeating days, like she did out in the real world. It couldn't be possible, could it?<br><br><strong>"Is this real? Like... Is this school real? Cause I'm starting to feel like maybe I'm dead and in heaven or something,"</strong> she admitted. It was hard to believe that there was a place like this in the real world. How was it that someone like Charles Xavier existed and brought all these mutants from different parts of the world together in a big mansion? And how was it that she, who hadn't had a single friend in years, was making friends so easily and even having the potential for a relationship? It was all so amazing. And while some people believed this to be something of a prison, Tessa couldn't help but feel like this was the best thing to have happened to her in her entire life. It was a dream come true.<br><br><strong>"I just... All of this... I can't wrap my head around how all of this is real. When you go from being punished for having powers to being accepted like this... It's so much to take in. I don't know what to believe." </strong>She couldn't help but question if all of this was truly happening. <strong>"What... What were things like out there for you? Where did you call home? Did you have friends?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>13-03-2017, 02:27:08</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://cdn-img.instyle.com/sites/default/files/styles/684xflex/public/images/2010/wrn/082610-emma-lead-300.jpg?itok=mrfZhFtl)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918404#msg12918404)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, Sept. 13, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Abigail Krueger | Medusa (semi-CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Rahne arrives for her daily study session with Abigail, and hopes she can hide a growing crush on the girl.<br><hr><br>Rahne cleared her throat, fidgeting a bit as she stood in front of the dorm room door. It still felt weird coming to someone's room so late for school work. It would have been more weird, and much more nerve wracking, if it was anyone else's room, than the two it belonged to. Kitty Pryde and Abigail Krueger. Lately, she had been making pretty good friends with Kitty. The girl was nice, kind, happy...A bit too eager to tease, but, she suspected it came from a good place. She hoped it came from a good place, anyway, and that there wasn't anything other--<br><br>Breathe. In, out...With a sigh, the redhead smoothed out her slim, black pencil skirt. Compared to the first day she had been appointed as a tutor, she had dressed down quite a bit. A red plaid top, sleeves rolled up, buttoned up nicely, and twisted some in a knot at the bottom, with the rest tucked into her skirt. The skirt went to just a few inches above her knees, where black hose were pulled up to cover her legs, as she wore...Well, the small heels weren't casual, but, she had panicked at the last moment. <br><br>Would Abigail notice? They did show off her nice, toned legs some, but...Crap, did she want her to notice or was this a bad idea?<br><br><em>Stupid, stupid Rahne...</em> she scolded herself, as she knocked on the door. It was too late to go and change now. She had told Abigail she would be around at that time to continue their studying sessions. Although, two days in, there was more getting in the way than Rahne's growing crush. Abigail seemed to have a hard time focusing, and Rahne was struggling to think of a way to keep her focused. She could do the work, if she could stay on it for more than a couple of minutes. Maybe she was pushing too hard...Keeping this night more casual, maybe learning more about each other, would be nice. They hadn't talked much about themselves after their first meeting...<br><br>"Abby, you in? It's Rahne..." she announced herself, just in case the girl wasn't decent, "Um, Ah brought mini-snacks?" And she did, a plate of small finger sandwiches she had made herself, just in case some food was needed.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>13-03-2017, 03:25:39</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/35/06/d9/3506d97e8e5d22727ea46bc50c5cd300.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail Kruger (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her and Kitty's Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Late Evening/September 10th<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12922243#msg12922243)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Abi is coming back to their room after a longish day.<br><hr><br>Abigail sighed as she moved towards her dorm room.&nbsp; It had been a sort of busy day for her.&nbsp; While she hadn't met Rahne for tutoring that day, she had been required to have a meeting with Xavier in regards to what had happened between her and Heather a few nights ago.&nbsp; Her first night there, the two of them had ended up having very heavy sex in one of the television rooms and apparently someone had seen them in the act.&nbsp; Rather than addressing the two of them directly about it, they had taken it to the Professor, who had apparently already spoken to Heather and had chosen today to speak to her.&nbsp; She resented the old man scolding her about her sex life, even if all he'd really asked was to not do it in a public location like that again and it left her in a bit of a bad mood, so she decided that she just wanted to go and relax in her room without any BS.<br><br>Opening the door, she looked and saw that the light was on in the bathroom and she was pretty sure she heard the shower running, meaning that Kitty was here and probably had gotten back from her work-out not long ago, or so she assumed.&nbsp; She didn't really keep a massive handle on what Kitty got up to other than when they were hanging out together.&nbsp; And so far, they had gotten on well enough without any real issues between them.&nbsp; Kitty had even helped Medusa do a bit of shopping on Amazon and she was waiting for her packages with her new clothing to come in.&nbsp; Hopefully it would be later this week, but she didn't know for sure.&nbsp; At any rate, her and Kitty had been getting along fine, so she wasn't too concerned, nor did she bother Kitty by shouting since so far, Kitty had been good about bringing some clothing into the bathroom with her when she showered just in case.<br><br>So she just flopped onto her bed and stared at the ceiling.&nbsp; The night with Heather had not been planned.&nbsp; Hell, she hadn't even known Heather when she had walked into the room that night.&nbsp; And she'd loved every second of it and wouldn't change anything about it, so why did the Professor have to go and try to make her feel bad about what had happened.&nbsp; It was a bit of a dick move in her mind, but one that she couldn't really do anything about.&nbsp; She let out a low sigh.&nbsp; She'd have to talk to Heather and find out how she felt about it.&nbsp; Since that night, they hadn't really seen much of each other, but she didn't get the sense that she was being avoided as much as they had both just been busy and Abigail hadn't gone on another late night walk since then.&nbsp; She thought she might change that either tonight or tomorrow, but she would worry about that later and see if she was willing to get out of her warm bed or not.<br><br>As she lay there on the bed, she would eventually hear the sound of the shower end and the curtain being pulled back.&nbsp; There was a delay of a couple minutes, or at least that's what she thought.&nbsp; But then the bathroom door opened and she heard the sounds of footsteps and she turned her head towards the sound.&nbsp; <strong>"You're not gonna believe what your bloody Professor X just called me into his office to talk about."</strong> she started as she continued to turn her head.&nbsp; One thing she hadn't realized, and would become very important, was that sitting on Kitty's bed where her clothing and towel that she had forgotten when she had gotten into the shower just a short time ago.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>13-03-2017, 10:24:52</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://img.nz.gpncdn.com/article_title_medium/6a3fb1c6919c32ec013c282feb6b288a.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm room with Medusa<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Late Evening/September 10th<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Abigail<br><strong>Content:</strong> Shower Power<br><hr><br>Kitty's day hadn't gone much better. While nothing had yet been said to Piotr who t what happened with her and Heather, it had been three days since the discussion with Rogue. And Kitty was feeling absolutely horrible. Never mind the fact she had also technically cheated on Piotr...and she didn't know how to feel about that, since she didn't know how he would react.<br><br>The shower had been a therapy in three ways. First, it had cleansed her after an exceptionally brutal workout. She should have been exhausted, but her mind was in hyperdrive. Rumors had filtered about what had happened between Abi and Heather, and Kitty didn't doubt it in the least. Of course, it made her wonder more about her roommate. Idle flirting was one thing...but was she really into women? Was it something to explore...and did she really want to open THAT can of worms?<br><br>It wasn't like she didn't find Abigail attractive...quite the opposite. After her own tryst in the woods, Kitty was finding herself growing excited and checking out men and women equally...and Abigail was definitely worth checking out. She was no longer "street thin", and had a slender, graceful form. Taller than Rahne, whom she admitted to herself was also very sexy...though she would never tell Rahne that. The poor girl needed to come out of her shell...hopefully the date they had coming up would help.<br><br>This of course wasn't to say she didn't find Piotr attractive. She was missing him, and memories of their time in the woods made her moist between her thighs and weak in the knees. Was she just becoming one giant hormone? Some days it felt like it. Not that it was bad. Maybe Pete would be up for something with another girl with her? The thought made her giggle softly, and Kitty had to forcibly remove her fingers from her body after realizing she'd been "washing" her breast and lower abdomen for five minutes straight. <br><br>She didn't know if Abi was back in the room...she felt bad that they hadn't hung out more. As roommates, Kitty should be showing her the ropes. At least she had ordered some new clothes. Her parents had grilled her about the purchase, and Kitty had explained it. Only when they realized it could be a tax write-off for charity did they let it go. Sometimes she hated talking to her parents. And she definitely wasn't about to "come out" to them. She knew if she did that, all assistance would vanish. And for her, it was a crutch. It was one thing to have a mutant daughter locked away. But a mutant daughter that was fucking women? They would absolutely disown her.<br><br>That dark thought was quickly pushed away, and the shower was turned off. Reaching for a towel, she realized there wasn't any. "...fuck me...". A heavy sigh escaped her, and she shook herself off, making her way out the door. The sudden temperature change had her groaning as she just phased through the door, her body glistening and on full display for her roommate...who she realized too late was standing right there. A squeak was all she could get out as she fumbled with clothes, trembling from the cold as she grabbed her towel and quickly covered herself. Not that it mattered...Abi had already got quite the look at her slender form, undoubtedly catching a look at small, firm breasts with nipples hard as diamonds, and the tiny thatch of dark curls just over soft lips, still glistening from her arousing thoughts in the shower. "S...shit! Abi! I...I d...didn't k....know you were h....here!"<br><br>The temperature change was already making her teeth chatter, her face bright red as she quickly began drying off. There was no point in going back to the bathroom...Abi had already seen her, and most likely gotten quite a show. Now the goal was to get dry, and get warm. It wasn't cold in the room...but going from a steaming hot shower on full hot blast to room temperature was always a shock to the system.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>15-03-2017, 04:12:45</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/e35/13381189_236387550075587_999398268_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI3MDM1MDIwOTYwMzcyODQ4MA%3D%3D.2&amp;se=7)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Blackout (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12962174#msg12962174)<br><strong>Location:</strong> In her (and Hourglass's) Dorm<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 6th, late evening <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hourglass (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12957766#msg12957766)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Hanging with her roommate<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; tee-shirt and panties (https://i2.wp.com/slotsmarvel.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/heroineflash.jpeg?resize=600%2C330)<br><hr><br>Blackout was never aware that time had been stopped.&nbsp; Why would she had been unless Tessa had told her that she'd stopped time.&nbsp; As far as Blackout knew, she kissed the other girl and moved back a bit and that was that.&nbsp; But she could see that what she'd done had left an impression on the other girl and she had to admit that she had kinda liked it.&nbsp; The other girl's lips had been soft and pleasant to touch and there was a hint of some sort of flavor that she couldn't quite place and caused her to lick her lips lightly.&nbsp; She would then move to her bed and sit on the edge of it to give Tessa a little bit of space in order to process what had happened.&nbsp; And when Tessa finally spoke, she giggled softly.<br><br><strong>"Well getting naked in front of me isn't something that you have to do,"</strong> she said playfully, <strong>"Not that I would really complain if you did.&nbsp; As for what already happened, we were having fun and you got caught up in the moment.&nbsp; And it was alot of fun, wasn't it?"</strong>&nbsp; She grinned softly as she waited for the other girl to admit that she'd been having fun.&nbsp; And if would be almost impossible for her to deny that since the two had been having a blast up until that point and she suspected that the fun probably wasn't completely over yet.&nbsp; <strong>"But let me be clear to you on something,"</strong> she said softly, <strong>"I don't want you to think that you have to do something just because you think I'd want you to.&nbsp; I want us to be friends and have fun, nothing more.&nbsp; Ok?"</strong><br><br>Then she asked if this was real and Blackout had to laugh just a little bit.&nbsp; <strong>"Oh yes, this place is very real,"</strong> she told her gently, <strong>"And you haven't died just yet.&nbsp; So don't think too much about it."</strong>&nbsp; She winked playfully as she laid back on her bed.&nbsp; Admittedly, she was starting to get a bit tired and she wanted to sleep.&nbsp; But she also wanted to keep talking to Tessa since she'd finally gotten the girl to open up.&nbsp; So she listened to Tessa talk as she attempted to find a way to make all of this work and then she landed on something that she hadn't done since she was a little girl and hadn't yet learned of her mutation or gotten the scar that she now carried between her breasts.<br><br><strong>"Why don't you change back into your night clothes and lay down,"</strong> Blackout said, <strong>"And I'll tell you all about what life was like for me before this place."</strong>&nbsp; She patted the spot beside her, inviting Tessa to join her in bed.&nbsp; It was an innocent gesture with Blackout just wanting to curl up and talk until they fell asleep.&nbsp; Whether or not Tessa was interested or comfortable with this idea was up to her, but Blackout found herself very much liking the idea of sharing her bed for the night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>15-03-2017, 04:25:42</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/prettylittleliars/images/b/be/Ashley-benson-mobile-wallpaper.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20110721175302)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail Krueger (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, Sept. 13, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire (semi-CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Is waiting for Rahne to arrive to begin another studying session.<br><hr><br>Abigail looked at the clock and saw that it was nearly 8pm.&nbsp; She sighed as she stood up and looked at herself in the mirror.&nbsp; She looked alright, she decided.&nbsp; Sporting a simple pair of jeans like she always seemed to wear and a white tank top, she hoped that Rahne wouldn't mind that she didn't get all dressed up.&nbsp; Then again, yesterday the other girl had toned down her outfit and seemed to be getting more comfortable.&nbsp; But at least one of them was.&nbsp; Despite her willingness to try, Abigail was finding that the tutoring wasn't going all that well.&nbsp; It wasn't Rahne's fault, it was hers.&nbsp; She was getting frustrated so easily when she found a subject or question that she struggled with and she couldn't figure out and she'd been unable to get around that.&nbsp; So Rahne was constantly having to find ways to keep them on track and she was running out of ways as far as Abigail could tell.<br><br>Just then, she heard Rahne's voice outside of the door and she smiled.&nbsp; <strong>"One second!"</strong> she called.&nbsp; Shifting her long blonde hair off to the side for a moment, she moved and opened the door.&nbsp; For a brief moment, she paused to get a good look at Rahne and couldn't help but be attracted to the girl.&nbsp; She had dressed down a bit, but she couldn't help but still look very attractive and it was clear that despite her best efforts, she was still a bit overdressed for the occasion.&nbsp; When she saw the plate of finger sandwiches, she chuckled and looked at Rahne.&nbsp; <strong>"You always come prepared, don't you?&nbsp; Come on, you can go ahead and set them on the desk."</strong><br><br>She moved to allow Rahne to walk into the room and do just that as she moved towards her bed and sat down near her pillows.&nbsp; <strong>"I figure we can sit down on here,"</strong> she said easily, <strong>"That way we can at least remain comfortable while we work."</strong>&nbsp; She smiled, but it faltered a bit since she realized that it probably wouldn't be too long until she had a fit over a question and then she would have to struggle to get her head back in the game.&nbsp; Especially when she remembered that today they would be working on science and when she'd looked over the notes for the session, she felt like she'd been looking at a foreign language.&nbsp; But she had to make the best of it for both her sake and for Rahne's, who had been doing her best and Abi knew it.<br><br><strong>"So once you're settled, I suppose we should begin."</strong>&nbsp; She looked at Rahne, hoping that this study session would go better than the others.&nbsp; However, she had a bad feeling about it and was almost certain that she would end up struggling again.&nbsp; Still, she took a deep breath and smiled at Rahne, hoping that the other girl wouldn't sense the concern in her demeanor and be ready to do her best to help Abi focus.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>15-03-2017, 04:43:42</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/35/06/d9/3506d97e8e5d22727ea46bc50c5cd300.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail Kruger (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her and Kitty's Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Late Evening/September 10th<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12922243#msg12922243)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Abi is coming back to their room after a longish day.<br><hr><br>For a second, Abigail's brain didn't want to function.&nbsp; So, lacking the ability to really put much thought together, she started to run down a mental checklist to ensure she was seeing things properly.&nbsp; There was Kitty, check.&nbsp; She had just gotten out of the shower, check.&nbsp; She had just passed through the bathroom door, check.&nbsp; And she was completely and utterly naked and still wet from the shower.&nbsp; A big, massive, and amazingly attractive check.&nbsp; Her eyes roamed her roommate's body without hesitation, taking notice of her firm breasts, flat belly, and the small patch of curls just above her mound that was glistening from what Abigail assumed was the shower.&nbsp; And she had to assume that's what it was or she wouldn't know what to think at that moment.<br><br>Then her brain finally caught up with her and her eyes widened as she realized that she was staring at her roommate's naked body for much longer than she should've been for someone that wasn't supposed to be checking her out.&nbsp; Shooting off the bed like it was on fire, Abigail quickly moved towards the towel that she now saw on Kitty's bed.&nbsp; <strong>"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, Kit, I should've said something!"</strong> she said as grabbed the towel, <strong>"I didn't realize that you'd left your towel out here or I would've set it in the bathroom for you!&nbsp; Oh god, you must be freezing!"</strong><br><br>Moving towards Kitty, she offered the girl the towel, or rather she practically shoved it into the other girl's hands, her eyes lingering on the diamond hard nipples of her roommate.&nbsp; And she would be completely unable to take her eyes off of Kitty's body until the girl finally managed to cover it with the towel.&nbsp; It was only when that happened that she'd be able to back off and she'd move back to her bed and sit down, trying not to look at Kitty while the girl got herself back together.&nbsp; However, she couldn't help but start sneaking little glances here and there to see what she could see.&nbsp; Man, Kitty was hot, she noted.&nbsp; How was it that this school somehow managed to contain such an insane amount of hot girls?&nbsp; First Heather, now Kitty, and Salem wasn't bad looking at all either and she'd seen a number of other hot girls that she didn't know the names of on top of it.<br><br>Finally, Kitty was covered up and seemed to be feeling better, or at least wasn't shaking with cold.&nbsp; And it was then that Abigail's flirty personality started to flare up again as she looked at Kitty with a bit of a smirk.&nbsp; <strong>"If I had known that you would be showing off for me like that, I'd have had a camera ready,"</strong> she teased playfully, <strong>"I mean, that was a view that I would love to hold onto.&nbsp; Plus I imagine I could see that view for quite a bit of money among your many admirers."</strong>&nbsp; This time, she laughed and winked to show that she was kidding.&nbsp; Or was she?&nbsp; Even Abigail wasn't entirely sure if she was just playing at this point.&nbsp; But she did know that she had enjoyed the view and she was also enjoying the chance to tease her roommate a bit.<br><br>However, she also didn't want to just tease in that manner.&nbsp; In fact, she wondered something.&nbsp; She had noticed an odd glance from Kitty here and there that made her wonder something.&nbsp; And she was very curious to test the waters on the subject and decided that now was probably the best time for it.&nbsp; <strong>"So I've seen you naked now,"</strong> she said with a grin as she leaned back on her bed in a relaxed fashion, <strong>"Would you like to make it even by seeing me naked to?"</strong>&nbsp; She giggled playfully, surprised that she'd actually said that.&nbsp; But she had and now she was eager to learn how Kitty would react to the idea.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>15-03-2017, 05:36:48</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://img.nz.gpncdn.com/article_title_medium/6a3fb1c6919c32ec013c282feb6b288a.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm room with Medusa<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Late Evening/September 10th<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Abigail<br><strong>Content:</strong> Shower Power<br><hr><br>The glistening of her body <em>could</em> have been contributed to the water save for one thing...the distinct scent of feminine arousal coming from the smaller Kitty. Of course, it wasn't overpowering, but when Abi approached and put the towel in her hands, there was a chance that Abi could be aware of what Kitty had been doing during her shower. Still, she was grateful for the towel, and was quickly drying herself off, and wrapping the towel around her body.<br><br>Her hair was already up, glistening just from the steam that had surrounded her a moment earlier. Her head shook, a sheepish look coming to her face as she held the towel around her body (https://d2gg9evh47fn9z.cloudfront.net/thumb_COLOURBOX5286663.jpg). "No no...it...it's okay, Abi. I just....I wasn't expecting you. Stupid, I know...but you've been getting all social, and I was getting used to you being out later..." <br><br>Again, she winced gently. Kitty had absolutely not wanted to come off as some jealous girlfriend or nagging parent. And to her, that was exactly how she thought she sounded. Looking to the clothes she had spread out, she began to get dressed. For a moment, she was trying to hold up her towel while slipping on a pair of panties. Finally, she gave up, tossing the towel away as she pulled on the white boy-short panties (https://img1.etsystatic.com/150/0/9949027/il_340x270.1195312819_gnh9.jpg), complete with the "head till your dead" right over the crotch. Not that Kitty knew much about getting head...she wasn't very knowledgeable, save for the night she'd had with Heather.<br><br>At the mention of a camera, Kitty froze for a moment, before chuckling softly. Shaking her head, she reached for her bra. "Yeah, right. I'm just shocked I didn't freeze you just by the sight of my scrawny ass." Winking, she grinned, putting her bra on. She stood there a moment, arching a brow as she heard about Abi getting naked. Her head tilted to the side as if really thinking about it. Soft lips pulled into a smirk. "And what would you do if I said yes?" <br><br>Did she REALLY just say that? What was wrong with her! Immediately she turned red, hand lifting to slap over her mouth. "Holy shit...I'm SO sorry! I...I didn't mean it like that! I mean...I would, but not if you don't...I mean, I know you and Heather....sorry! I can't..." she heaved a sigh. "I'm sorry. I just....there's a lot going on. And I'm just...I don't want things to be weird between us. I like you. And I've never had a hot roommate. I mean....you know." Kitty could feel her face burning. Why was this so hard? Why was she so flustered?
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>15-03-2017, 16:26:58</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://cdn-img.instyle.com/sites/default/files/styles/684xflex/public/images/2010/wrn/082610-emma-lead-300.jpg?itok=mrfZhFtl)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918404#msg12918404)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, Sept. 13, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Abigail Krueger | Medusa (semi-CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Rahne arrives for her daily study session with Abigail, and hopes she can hide a growing crush on the girl.<br><hr><br>Rahne offered Abigail a soft smile, and a shy shrug when she mentioned her always seeming prepared. That wasn't a bad thing, was it? However, glancing the blonde over, she felt her cheeks warm as the reddened. Once again, she was a bit over-dressed. She was starting to suspect, though, that she just might not have the right kind of clothing to really dress "casual." Or she didn't have the mindset to, one or the other. She liked dressing nice, though. Though whether that was remnants of the orphanage policy in her still, or her own preference, she wasn't too sure. In the end, did it really matter? Abigail seemed to like her outfit if nothing else, judging by the way the girl had glanced her over.<br><br>The look, as always, brought some color to her cheeks, but bit by bit the Scot was getting used to it. Abigail, like a number of girls she'd been dealing with lately, seemed drawn to the female form. It was test upon test for her faith, but so far, she was handling herself well.<br><br>But why did something that seemed so right, have to be so wrong?<br><br>"Ah try..." she said softly, smiling a bit sheepishly as she was called out for being preparred all the time. But she walked in, setting the plate of food on Abi's desk, and glanced around. No Kitty, so that was par for the course. She still owed the girl a movie date...Did Kitty even know she was tutoring her roommate? Moving to the bed then, she pulled out their books and papers, and notes on what they would be covering today. Science was one of her better subjects, thanks to having an adoptive mother that was one of the brightest scientists in the world, so she hoped that would mean something in helping Abigail grasp the subject. "Before we start, Ah guess...How've you been? Settling in alright here at the school?" she asked, smiling at Abigail, just being friendly and help keep her mind off of any troubles that might be coming up soon. "Meet anyone you like?"<br><br>She meant friends, of course, but the poor girl didn't realize how else that could be taken...But she sat on the bed near Abi, folding her legs under her, just smiling kindly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>15-03-2017, 17:51:18</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br><strong>Location:</strong> In her (and Blackout's) Dorm<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 6th, late evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Blackout<br><strong>Content:</strong> Settling in for the night<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> pajamas (https://media.missguided.com/s/missguided/N1330469_set/1/black-ribbed-long-sleeve-pajama-set.jpg?%24category-page__grid--1x%24)<br><hr><br>Tess simply nodded and turned around she her back was to Blackout. She unbuttoned the top of the dress and pulled it off, over her head. She was only standing in her panties briefly before putting her pajamas back on. Her hips wiggled a bit as she pulled her shorts up. After hanging the dress back up in the closet, she turned the desk lamp off and climbed into bed, beside her roommate. She hadn't shared a bed with someone since she was young, but she felt somehow comfortable laying beside Blackout. Curled up on her side, facing her newfound friend, she closed her eyes and listened to the story of Blackout's past until she slowly fell asleep. It was a good night.<br><br><div align="center">-End of Scene-</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>15-03-2017, 23:11:23</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/23/59/1f/23591fbefaf396b58d40bc5c2094225c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Neena Thurman | Domino<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her own room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, late night/early morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Awoken by her past<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> pajamas (http://images.motorcycle-usa.com/photogallerys/2013-Thor-Motocross-Womens-Short-Pajamas.jpg)<br><hr><br>The arrival of Domino had been met with little fanfare. A single black van had arrived while most students were off in classes, and had handed over the woman decked out in a bright orange prison jumpsuit to the staff. They had gotten her some clothes, and set her up in her own room, inviting her to socialize with others before starting classes in the next couple of days. <br><br>They even called her Neena. <br><br>It had been weird, and at first she hadn't responded. But finally, she had gotten some food, and decided to try and get some sleep. It had turned out to be a mistake...as it usually was. A new place was barely going to change her current nightmares from continuing....<br><br><em>The room was dark. Only a single light hung from a wire in the small cell, Domino tied up to a chair. An unseen hand flew, slapping her across her face. "What is your current mission? Who is your newest target! Answer!". Domino said nothing. Instead, her head continued to hang to the side, allowing full lips to pucker, and spit out some bloody saliva from her mouth. <br><br>Left eye was swollen slightly as she rolled her head back up....just in time to see the flash of a syringe. A shadowed face came close, the syringe moving steadily closer to her. Her breathing picked up, her hands struggling in their bindings. Then...her powers kicked up. The rope holding her gave with a dull snap, allowing her to wait until the last minute to grab the arm, and twist it, turning the syringe onto the man holding it. The grunt of shock that came from him made her smile.<br><br>A spin was made, just as a dart connected into the side of her neck. Wincing, she ran for where she thought the door was...and luckily guessing right. Opening it, she stumbled, the drugs getting into her system, making her fight between their power, and her own desire to get away. Ending up in a crawl, she moaned as she saw men in dark uniforms, machine guns pointed at her. <br><br>"You were close, Domino. We'll run it again...." Her cry finally parted her lips as things began to go blurry. Hands grabbed her ankles, pulling her back into the room...a room she knew was going to be full of horror and pain. SHe screamed, her voice echoing off the walls of the small hallway, ringing in her ears as fingers clawed at the floor, seeking purchase to get away. Even as she was dragged back, she kept screaming....even as the door closed in front of her....</em><br><br>She shot up, her screams still echoing off the walls. Bright blue eyes were wide as she finally realized she wasn't in the room. Nor was she in prison. Soaked in sweat, trembling like a leaf, she snapped her head around, hair slapping against her head and neck. No...she was supposed to be safe. And she supposed she was....safe from everyone that had tried to hurt her. Safe.<br><br>Except from herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>17-03-2017, 02:45:55</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/35/06/d9/3506d97e8e5d22727ea46bc50c5cd300.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail Kruger (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her and Kitty's Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Late Evening/September 10th<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12922243#msg12922243)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Trying not to make Kitty too uncomfortable.<br><hr><br>Abi rolled her eyes a bit at Kitty.&nbsp; The girl never really did do herself justice.&nbsp; She was a beautiful girl and any man or woman that got her would be lucky to have her.&nbsp; Abi couldn't even deny that she had harbored some very naughty thoughts about her roommate, but had been good since she didn't really know where Kitty stood on that sort of thing and she didn't want to make things awkward.&nbsp; But when Kitty mentioned that she had expected Abi to be later, she just laughed a bit.&nbsp; <strong>"Well I had planned to be out and about, but my meeting with the Professor left me in a not so wonderful mood,"</strong> she said, <strong>"But you've helped me perk right back up."</strong><br><br>Finally, Kitty was a bit covered, although a small part of Abi wished that it hadn't happened as it was an excellent view.&nbsp; <strong>"I did freeze for a second, actually,"</strong> she pointed out, <strong>"But it was because I was enjoying the view quite a bit.&nbsp; I do think you should stop being so hard on yourself.&nbsp; You're gorgeous and apparently you're the only one that doesn't see it."</strong>&nbsp; She winked playfully, leaving Kitty to wonder if Abigail knew anything about what had happened between Kitty and Heather.&nbsp; She actually didn't, but that wasn't something that the other girl knew.<br><br>Just then, Kitty said something that made Abi's eyebrows raise.&nbsp; She hadn't been expecting Kitty to indicate that Abi naked was something that she'd want to see.&nbsp; But it had slipped out and even as Kitty was stuttering her way through trying to explain it all away, Abi just smiled wider and wider.&nbsp; So Kitty knew about her and Heather, that wasn't exactly a big surprise.&nbsp; But when she mentioned having a hot roommate, Abi couldn't help but laugh a little bit.&nbsp; And as Kitty's face burned bright red to the point that she almost looked like a tomato, Abi fought to stop her giggling until she would, hopefully, manage to get herself under control.<br><br>Once she had, she just looked up at Kitty before laying back on her bed, her body stretched out, but still covered.&nbsp; <strong>"Oh you're so cute when you're flustered, you know that?"</strong> she said with a smile, <strong>"And as for what would I do if you said yes, well, I have an answer for that."</strong>&nbsp; One of her hands, which had been stretched out over her hand, slid down her body, hoping that Kitty's eyes would follow it.&nbsp; It would move over the swell of her breasts before moving down her flat tummy and then to the tops of her jeans.&nbsp; Her skilled fingers would carefully unbutton them before sliding the zipper down and allowing Kitty to get just a slight hint of the black panties that she wore.<br><br><strong>"Sooooooo,"</strong> she said with a playful smile on her face, <strong>"Do you want me to continue?&nbsp; Or would you prefer I button them back up and we talked about something else?"</strong>&nbsp; She just smiled as she waited for Kitty to decide what she wanted to do.&nbsp; Abi had no problem putting herself out there playfully, but it was up to Kitty if she wanted to take advantage of that or if she just wanted the moment to end right then and there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>17-03-2017, 03:00:44</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/prettylittleliars/images/b/be/Ashley-benson-mobile-wallpaper.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20110721175302)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail Krueger (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, Sept. 13, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire (semi-CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Ready to begin studying.<br><hr><br>She watched as Rahne set the treats on the desk before moving over and joining Abi on her bed.&nbsp; It was innocent enough at the moment, but Abi couldn't help but smile at the other girl.&nbsp; She was such a nice girl and it was clear to her that Rahne was struggling with herself.&nbsp; Abi assumed that it had something to do with either her mutation, which they hadn't discussed since it was clearly something that Rahne had been avoiding.&nbsp; And Abi didn't attempt to push the subject since she understood that some people didn't want to talk about those sorts of things, especially if they had caused problems in the past.&nbsp; So Abi didn't ask, not realizing that it was only part of the issue and that the other girl was also wrestling with the fact that she wasn't sure about her sexuality.&nbsp; That was something she couldn't relate to since she'd never doubted her status as bi-sexual and was comfortable with that.<br><br><strong>"Oh I've been fine,"</strong> she said, noting that apparently Rahne hadn't heard about her and Heather, <strong>"And I'm getting along well enough.&nbsp; Me and Kitty have been getting along pretty good and Heather's been cool too.&nbsp; Other than those two and you, I haven't really gotten to know anyone else, which I'm fine with.&nbsp; I've never been a really big people person."</strong>&nbsp; She smiled lightly as she settled onto her bed and pulled one of the books to her.&nbsp; The cover was highly glossed and looked almost new, which didn't really surprise her.&nbsp; She bet that most of the stuff around here was replaced fairly regularly since the group seemed to have an almost inexhaustible wealth that she had yet to figure out the source of.&nbsp; And she doubted that she ever really would.<br><br><strong>"So I suppose that we should probably get this going,"</strong> she said with a sigh, <strong>"Hopefully this doesn't go as bad as the rest of the sessions have been going."</strong>&nbsp; Of course, she was certain that they would.&nbsp; She wasn't sure what it was about the situation, but after a few mistakes or after struggling for a bit, she would just become unable to focus and it would take several minutes to get her to a point where she could try and focus again.&nbsp; And she appreciated Rahne working so hard for her, but she felt bad that she didn't seem to be putting as much effort into it as Abi should.&nbsp; But she was going to try and she hoped that Rahne had some ideas on how to keep her focused this time around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>17-03-2017, 03:46:58</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://cdn-img.instyle.com/sites/default/files/styles/684xflex/public/images/2010/wrn/082610-emma-lead-300.jpg?itok=mrfZhFtl)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918404#msg12918404)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, Sept. 13, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Abigail Krueger | Medusa (semi-CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Rahne arrives for her daily study session with Abigail, and hopes she can hide a growing crush on the girl.<br><hr><br>Rahne really didn't get out much, not was she tapped into the daily gossip around the mansion. Which was, in itself, a minor miracle considering some of the few friends she had. So she didn't know about Abigail and Heather. If she did, her crush would probably have cooled instantly, and getting through these study sessions would be a lot easier to get through. Probably. But she didn't know, and so her growing crush was growing quite quickly. It was at the point that as she settled on the bed, she had shifted in a bit closer to Abigail than she normally would have.<br><br>It was still at a rather polite difference, and likely unnoticeable to anyone but Rahne. But it had her heart racing, as she pushed her own boundaries...Even as she felt ashamed for doing so. <br><br>"Kitty is a nice girl," Rahne said in agreement, "Ah just met her recently, and still owe her a movie night...Ah don't think Ah know Heather though. She's nice?" she asked, curious. And just curious. Not jealous. Nope. "Ah'm not much of a people person either. So, Ah can understand..."<br><br>As Abi shifted them to start focusing on the coursework, Rahne nodded, adopting a more professional face. At the blonde's sigh, though, and the expressed hopes about how it would go, she frowned. This wasn't a good way to start things up on. If they were already expecting the worst, it was bound to happen. She just wished she had an idea about what to do, to try and help the girl focus easier...<br><br>"Well, wait..." she said a hand reaching over to cover Abi's. "Let's find something to help you focus...What do you like? Maybe if we can...relate studying to something to like, music or a game or...anything Ah can do to help, it...migh' help?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>17-03-2017, 04:10:41</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/prettylittleliars/images/b/be/Ashley-benson-mobile-wallpaper.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20110721175302)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail Krueger (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, Sept. 13, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire (semi-CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Ready to begin studying.<br><hr><br>Abigail had been noticing something.&nbsp; Maybe it was just her, but she was pretty sure that Rahne was sitting a bit closer to her than she normally had.&nbsp; And she was also very sure that the other girl was sparing more frequent glances at her than was strictly necessary.&nbsp; Not that she minded, but she was trying to figure out what was going on.&nbsp; Was it just nerves at having to keep trying to help Abigail with her studies and knowing how poorly that had been going so far?&nbsp; Or was there something more to it than that?&nbsp; She couldn't quite figure it out and it was renting space in her head as she tried to sort it out.<br><br><strong>"Yeah, Kitty is a blast to be around,"</strong> she said with a nod, <strong>"As for the movie night, if you guys don't mind a third wheel, perhaps I could join ya?&nbsp; It'd be nice to watch a movie with someone other than myself."</strong>&nbsp; She tried not to think too hard about how the last time she'd attempted to watch a movie had gone.&nbsp; Not that she minded it at all, but she highly doubted that anything like that would be happening between herself, Kitty, and Rahne.&nbsp; Not that she would mind it, she noted.&nbsp; Both girls were gorgeous and she would love to get nice and close to them and see what happened, though she doubted that could ever happen.<br><br><strong>And yeah, Heather's really nice,"</strong> she added, trying not to blush at all, <strong>"I think you'd like her if you got a chance to hang out with her."</strong>&nbsp; Abi also privately wondered if Heather would be able to get to Rahne the way that she got to Abi.&nbsp; She doubted it since Rahne wasn't nearly as sexually active as Abi had been.&nbsp; In fact, as far as she knew, Rahne hadn't been sexually active at all, but she didn't know for sure.&nbsp; After a second of thinking about that, she put it aside, especially since she had to try and focus on her studying at the moment.&nbsp; And she knew that this wasn't going to go well at all.<br><br>Just then, Rahne suggested coming up with something to help.&nbsp; She thought about it for a bit.&nbsp; She had never really been into music that much, but a game might work.&nbsp; So she started trying to think of a game and then it struck her like a bolt of lightning.&nbsp; She remembered playing strip poker and remembering how focused she'd been.&nbsp; But then she looked at Rahne and knew that it was a very long shot.&nbsp; But still, it was worth saying.&nbsp; <strong>"Well, we could make it a strip game?"</strong> she said very slowly, <strong>"Like, I don't know, maybe if I get a question right, you take something off and if I get it wrong, then it goes back on?"</strong>&nbsp; She looked at Rahne, knowing that the idea was going to be shot down and knowing that it probably should anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>17-03-2017, 05:13:45</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://img.nz.gpncdn.com/article_title_medium/6a3fb1c6919c32ec013c282feb6b288a.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm room with Medusa<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Late Evening/September 10th<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Abigail<br><strong>Content:</strong> Shower Power<br><hr><br>Abi was not making this easy for her. And the words she was saying...telling Kittty she was the only one that didn't know she was hot...it made Kitty blush. In her mind, Heather was hot. Abi was hot. Rahne, Rogue, Tess, Yolande...they were all gorgeous. Kitty was a plain Jane in comparison. Did they really think she was hot? She knew Heather did, and she knew Piotr did...but Abi? She could have had anyone, and here she was, hitting on <em>her</em>. It was a little heady.<br><br>Of course, it didn't help when the tease continued. Those brown eyes blinked, then seemed to follow that traveling hand like a stinger missile. Kitty was still shivering, but not from the cold. In fact, it seemed like the room had just gotten MUCH warmer. Almost stiflingly so. But Kitty was entranced, watching as that hand travelled over full mound of Abi's breast, along the flat plane of her abdomen, and then along the waist of hip-hugging jeans. When fingers popped the button, Kitty couldn't help but gasp, her mouth going suddenly dry.<br><br><em>Damn you, Heather...</em> was the only though racing in her head as she seemed transfixed, watching that fly slip down bit by bit, revealing black panties worn beneath. The entire thing was exceptionally erotic, and Kitty suddenly found herself thinking she would need another shower....this one much colder than before. She felt herself responding to the show, a light throbbing felt between slender thighs, covered mound growing much warmer...the panties she had JUST put on seeming a bit stifling.<br><br>The question rang in her head. <em>Do you want me to continue?</em> more than anything, Kitty wanted to see more of Abi. Suddenly, she wanted to taste her, kiss her, feel her. All Kitty could do was give the tiniest nod, her gaze tearing from those sinful digits to look to Abi's face. Her voice cracked, coming out as a soft whisper. "I...I wouldn't....ahem...m...mind if y..you c...continued...." Tongue flickered over her lips, that blush traveling down her neck. "I....if you uhh...w...want too. It uhh...it feels a little....w...warm.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>17-03-2017, 15:44:06</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://cdn-img.instyle.com/sites/default/files/styles/684xflex/public/images/2010/wrn/082610-emma-lead-300.jpg?itok=mrfZhFtl)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918404#msg12918404)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, Sept. 13, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Abigail Krueger | Medusa (semi-CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Rahne arrives for her daily study session with Abigail, and hopes she can hide a growing crush on the girl.<br><hr><br>Rahne hummed to herself, thinking the matter over when Abigail asked to join her and Kitty's movie not-date. She didn't see a reason why Abigail couldn't join to watch the movie. The two were roommates, and if they got along, maybe they could just all watch the movie here in their dorm room. Unless that would be too forward...But girl had sleep overs and spent nights together all the time, didn't they? So what harm could it be?<br><br>"If Kitty doesn't mind, then sure," she said, smiling at the blonde. "Ah wouldn't mind you being there...We were going to watch 'The Perks of Being A Wallflower.' Ah love the book, but haven't seen the movie, neither has Kitty, so..." she trailed off. Realizing that she was starting to ramble slightly, though, she cut herself off and shook her head. Heather, though, she could only nod about. She was sure the girl was pleasant. Maybe they would meet some time, but...<br><br>...Now, why did that same sound familiar? Had Rogue mentioned a Heather, the last time they were hanging out with Camelia?<br><br>But then Abigail suggested how they could keep her focus on studying, and Rahne blinked, staring at her, cheeks flushing as red as her shirt.<br><br>"O-Oh! Um...Well, Ah don't know if...Ah'm not the most, um...Ah don't think Ah'd be very..." she stammered, shaking her head. But it did give her an odd rush thinking about it. It was so wrong, though! And yet...Looking almost shyly up at Abigail, though with her bottom lip between her teeth she looked more coy than shy, she tried again. "Ah do want you to succeed though...If it would help, Ah...guess we can try it?" Her heart was racing in her chest at the thought though. Now would probably be when Abigail revealed she was just joking, and leave her feeling humiliated, but...Oh, she was going be cast such sin for this...
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>20-03-2017, 17:39:37</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/prettylittleliars/images/b/be/Ashley-benson-mobile-wallpaper.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20110721175302)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail Krueger (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, Sept. 13, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire (semi-CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Ready to begin studying.&nbsp; Stunned at Rahne agreeing to her idea.<br><hr><br>Abigail was happy to be somewhat invited to the movie viewing.&nbsp; Of course it would be up to Kitty if she actually was allowed, but given the recent closeness the two had shared, she suspected that it wouldn't be an issue.&nbsp; But it was always polite to ask so she would make a note to do so when Kitty got back to their room a little later tonight.&nbsp; But for now, she had to focus on attempting to study.&nbsp; She knew that large leaps I&nbsp; progress weren't expected by anyone but she had still hoped to be doing better than she was.&nbsp; Especially now that she'd started to accept that she did need some form of education if she ever wanted to be able to support herself.<br><br>Still she had no idea what sort of job she'd want as she had never even considered having a real job.&nbsp; It had been something she thought about a bit in the last few nights but had decided that she should probably worry about getting her GED before actually aiming for a job or anything. And that was going to be difficult enough since she had stopped her education early by running away and no longer going to any sort of school.&nbsp; A problem that her and Rahne now shared as a result of Rahne being her tutor.&nbsp; And speaking of being a tutor, Abi was brought back to the present and the situation they were in.<br><br>Truthfully, she hadn't expected it to Rahne to agree to the idea.&nbsp; Rahne was a bit uptight and formal even with the two getting more comfortable with each other. So when Rahne actually agreed to it, Abi was taken by surprise a bit and she looked at the other girl with that surprise on her face.&nbsp; And she asked herself the question. Did she really want to see Rahne naked or was the idea just one born of a desire to come up with something, no matter how outlandish it might've been?&nbsp; It didn't take her long to realize that she did want to see Rahne naked and that the very idea sent a small jot of electricity down between her thighs. And if Rahne was willing, then why shouldn't it happen?<br><br><strong>"If you're sure you're comfortable with it, then I think it could work,"</strong> she said, licking her lips slightly as she spoke, <strong>"I mean, you are so beautiful and I think that anyone would love to see you without your clothes."</strong>&nbsp; She felt a slight bit of heat in her cheeks as she blushed. What was wrong with her lately?&nbsp; First Heather and then Kitty and now Rahne too?&nbsp; Had she been that repressed after he'd been captured?&nbsp; Apparently so as she couldn't get enough of beautiful women later.&nbsp; <strong>"So how about you pick a question and we can get started?"</strong>&nbsp; She looked at Rahne, expecting the girl to back out now that she was being serious about it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>21-03-2017, 01:01:39</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://cdn-img.instyle.com/sites/default/files/styles/684xflex/public/images/2010/wrn/082610-emma-lead-300.jpg?itok=mrfZhFtl)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918404#msg12918404)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, Sept. 13, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Abigail Krueger | Medusa (semi-CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Rahne arrives for her daily study session with Abigail, and hopes she can hide a growing crush on the girl.<br><hr><br>"If it will help you focus..." was all Rahne said in response to Abigail asking if she was sure she was comfortable with it. The truth was, well, no. She wasn't. She really wasn't comfortable. But seeing the blonde lick her lips at the notion sent a rush down her spine. A blush on her cheeks almost matched her hair, as she chewed on her bottom lip some. For nearly a week she'd been the subject of more attention than she could handle. Psylocke's...whatever she did in their nightly training, Kitty's taunts and teases, Cam being sweet, and having to deal with the eyes that Laura and Netty made at each other while being ignored by both...It had her on edge. <br><br>Now that someone seemed to really be paying attention to her? <em>Really</em> paying attention to her? It was wrong. Very wrong, and sinful, the thought of using her body to encourage someone. She was encouraging sinful desires and violating the law of God, but...<br><br>Biology was winning out more than faith, in her mind, that night. She could be penitent and self-loathing later. But Abigail was blushing, and it made her heart flutter...<br><br>"Besdies...You only get t' see me witho't m' clothes if you get enough question righ.'" she teased softly, smiling at Abigail. "You're the first t' say something like that though..." she admitted, fidgeting a bit, before&nbsp; directing Abigail's attention to the questions. And, just to tease her, she let a hand stay at the top of her shirt, playing with the first button. "Let's star' simple then, and get you focused, hm? What are the planets in the solar system?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>21-03-2017, 01:37:17</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/prettylittleliars/images/b/be/Ashley-benson-mobile-wallpaper.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20110721175302)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail Krueger (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, Sept. 13, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire (semi-CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Ready to begin studying.&nbsp; Stunned at Rahne agreeing to her idea.<br><hr><br>Abigail was simply stunned that this was happening.&nbsp; Rahne was agreeing to the idea and even though she had pointed out that Abi had to get questions right for clothing to come off, it was still a gamble for the girl and she was willing to do it.&nbsp; That actually made Abi feel good about herself as it meant that someone actually wanted her to succeed, which was something that she wasn't used to.&nbsp; And when that happened, it actually motivated Abi to try harder so that she would be worthy of the effort that Rahne was willing to give her.&nbsp; <strong>"Well I guess I'd better work hard then, shouldn't I?"</strong> she teased back, <strong>"But you have to be fair with me and remember that I'm not all that good just yet.&nbsp; So nothing too difficult."</strong><br><br>Abi's eyes couldn't help but stare at that hand at the top button of that shirt as she thought about how good it would look on the floor.&nbsp; She couldn't believe that, for the third time since she'd gotten here, she was in a potentially sexual situation with a third girl in the school.&nbsp; Abi was wondering if it was just her or if all the girls around here felt as repressed as her and were just finally finding themselves.&nbsp; But she'd worry about that later as she thought hard about the question that had been posed to her.&nbsp; The planets.&nbsp; She knew this one, she was sure, but it did take her a moment to remember them and when she did, she smiled a bit wickedly.<br><br><strong>"Alright, here we go.&nbsp; Mars, Mercury, Neptune, Saturn, Jupiter, Earth, Venus, Uranus and........are we still counting Pluto?&nbsp; Because I think we should.&nbsp; And even if not, I think I still got that one right because I got all of them!"</strong>&nbsp; She grinned, happy that she'd gotten that one right and she knew she had because she did remember a model at school that she'd had to make and that was one of the few things that she'd actually enjoyed about school.&nbsp; With that question, she was eager to see if Rahne would strip like she'd promised and was very excited when she actually did so.&nbsp; But then came the next question and this time, it was the number of moons that orbited Neptune.<br><br>This time, she had to really think about it.&nbsp; And realized that she didn't really know.&nbsp; She knew that there were a bunch of them, so it wasn't a small number.&nbsp; But she was pretty sure it wasn't like Jupiter that had like 60 of them or something.&nbsp; After a bit, she was certain that there were less than twenty, but more than ten but that was all she could think of.&nbsp; Finally, she had to take a stab at it.&nbsp; <strong>"Ummmmm......14?"</strong> she finally said.&nbsp; And was almost jumping for joy as she realized that she'd gotten that one right as well, meaning that Rahne was going to have to remove another piece of clothing and start to get Abigail on a roll, or so she hoped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>21-03-2017, 02:43:37</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://cdn-img.instyle.com/sites/default/files/styles/684xflex/public/images/2010/wrn/082610-emma-lead-300.jpg?itok=mrfZhFtl)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918404#msg12918404)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, Sept. 13, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Abigail Krueger | Medusa (semi-CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Rahne arrives for her daily study session with Abigail, and hopes she can hide a growing crush on the girl.<br><hr><br>"Ah'll be fair, Ah promise..." Rahne insisted, her cheeks reddening further under Abigail's teasing. This was going to go so poorly for her, she suspected. Either it would work, and the blonde was going to see a lot more of her than she would like (or care to admit that she liked), or it would fail, and she would still be struggling to find a way to get her newest friend to relax. Or, she assumed she and Abigail were friends. They had only been meeting for a few days, but they seemed to get along...She wouldn't have agreed to this kind of studying, sacrificing clothes for right answers, if they weren't friends, would she?<br><br>Well, it was too late to back out now...<br><br>And the initial questions went in the blonde's favor. She named all of the planets, and the sad former planet, so one way or another she had to honor the correct question. So, cheeks red, Rahne did as she promised, and undid the first button of her shirt. The red material spread open some on its own, revealing a pale expanse of skin, and the hints of cleavage. And the next question, while she was sure that the girl guessed at...was right. So giggling softly, and with a shy smile almost suggesting that she was enjoying this, Rahne popped open another button. The hunts of a brown shirt she was wearing underneath her red top showed itself, as well as a decent bit of cleavage. It seemed the shy redhead, while not the most gifted girl at the school, had nothing to be ashamed of. Small, put perky, though tight clothing pressed things in the right way to make it seem all the more worth it.<br><br>"Ah think you guessed on that one, but fine..." she teased with a nervous edge to her voice, almost as if she expected Abigail to pull away from her now, or thing she wasn't...good enough? Shifting a bit closer to the girl, she looked back at the paper. "Okay, so...Hm, here. What is the closest star to Earth? And...what elements are starts mainly made of? A can give a hint there. One proton, two protons..." she teased, almost cutely as she flirted for the first time, as fingers teased with one button yet to go, and then a second one...as those were the last two buttons she had before her top would fall open, and be removable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>21-03-2017, 23:55:54</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/prettylittleliars/images/b/be/Ashley-benson-mobile-wallpaper.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20110721175302)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail Krueger (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, Sept. 13, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire (semi-CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Actually enjoying studying for once<br><hr><br>She had totally guessed on that last question, that was true.&nbsp; But she had gotten it right so she felt it counted.&nbsp; And fortunately Rahne agreed and had given her that one.&nbsp; Her eyes had followed those buttons being undone without any attempt to hide her interest.&nbsp; If Rahne had held any doubts that Abi liked girls, then that doubt would be put to rest just by how focused she was on the slow reveal.&nbsp; Getting just a hint of cleavage was enough to make her mouth water and it was clear that Rahne had plenty of chest even if she wasn't the biggest girl in the school.&nbsp; In fact, Abi had to guess that she was hiding Cs under that top and she hoped that she might get lucky enough to find that out today.&nbsp; At least if she continued to get the questions right.<br><br>The next question was about which star was closest to the Earth. And at first, she wasn't sure what to say.&nbsp; She barely knew anything about stars and had no idea where any of them were located.&nbsp; At least that's what she initially thought.&nbsp; But then her eyes narrowed as a smirk crossed her face.&nbsp; <strong>"Tricky little minx,"</strong> she said with a giggle, <strong>"Most people don't think of it like one, but the sun is a star and it's the closest one to the Earth by far."</strong>&nbsp; She grinned as she waited for a third button to come loose, leaving only one more button before the shirt was completely open. By now she was able to clearly see a tank top underneath, but that didn't take away from her enjoyment of the sight before her.&nbsp; And she might be wrong, but she was fairly certain that Rahne was enjoy this as well, changing her own opinion of the cute little Scottish girl.<br><br>Then the next question came and she felt her mind go blank.&nbsp; And the clue didn't help her much either.&nbsp; It didn't make alot of sense to her at all.&nbsp; She stared at Rahne for a long time as she tried to think and she felt that sense of frustration starting to well up in her.&nbsp; But as that happened, she tried to combat it with the idea of that shirt coming off and hopefully more.&nbsp; She needed to focus, but she had no idea what sort of elements they were made of.&nbsp; Or didn't she?&nbsp; She vaguely remembered something from one of her books that she's glanced at and decided that a possible answer was better than no answer at all.&nbsp; <strong>"Ummm....hydrogen and helium?"</strong>&nbsp; She hung her head, certain that she'd messed that one up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>22-03-2017, 04:13:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.allscoopwhoop.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/08/Emma-Watson-Fresh-Hot-Photos.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918404#msg12918404)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, Sept. 13, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Abigail Krueger | Medusa (semi-CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Rahne has more fun than she knows she should be having.<br><hr><br>Rahne just smiled sheepishly as Abigail giggled and called her out on her trick question. Now, could she really be blamed for that though? It was a legitimate question, and one that many people over thought and got wrong! She was just ensuring that the blonde was prepared...and, well, maybe she had hoped to get a button back as well. But her plan didn't work, and with a soft sigh, she undid the last button of her top. The fabric hung open, revealing the brown top she had on under it. A top that was already exposing a rather generous amount of cleavage...Her cheeks as red as her hair, Rahne couldn't help herself, as she&nbsp; wrapped one arm up over her chest, hiding some of herself.<br><br>"You're on a roll..." she giggled softly, nervously. Her heart was still racing from what they were doing--and how Abigail was looking at her. So much for thinking that the blonde wasn't into girls. It made the path she was on all the more wrong...but all the more exciting as well. She couldn't help herself. This was fun. "And yes, hydrogen and helium. So...Um..."<br><br>She looked down at herself. She didn't have on as many layers as she would have liked, in that moment. And her skirt was, unfortunately, one piece. But removing that felt safer than more buttons on her top. Plus, it would be more comfortable, right? Sitting on the bed in a skirt wasn't the best of positions. So standing up, her hands moved to her waist, as she started to shimmy out of her skirt. A girl more like Heather, or Kitty, might have made it a more seductive and teasing movement...But there was a shy innocence to Rahne's movements that made the disrobing almost as erotic, regardless. How often was someone still so pure in such a moment, after all?<br><br>"Ah guess we really found how t' get you t' focus though..." she giggled, now standing at the side of Abigail's bed in just her panties, and her shirt. Her top still covered her back, at least...And as she sat down again, she made sure to stay in such a way she always faced Abigail at all times. As mean as it might be, she hoped some wrong answers were coming, to spare her having to risk showing her back to the girl. "Um, so...Remember, you have to...look at the books, not me, Abi...So, what's next? Can you go through the next few?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 02:29:40</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/prettylittleliars/images/b/be/Ashley-benson-mobile-wallpaper.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20110721175302)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail Krueger (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, Sept. 13, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire (semi-CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Actually enjoying studying for once<br><hr><br>Abigail was a bit surprised at herself.&nbsp; Four questions right in a row was a new record for her, having only gotten two straight before this.&nbsp; But apparently she either knew more about this subject than she realized or the thought of Rahne with no clothing was motivating her to get answers right out of sheer dumb luck.&nbsp; Either way, it was working for her and as Rahne stood to remove her skirt and leave her in just panties below her waist, an open shirt, top, and probably a bra on top.&nbsp; She knew that if she could get a few more right, then she stood a good chance of seeing the beautiful Scot in her most natural and beautiful form.<br><br><strong>"I suppose we have found a way,"</strong> she said with a slight purr to her voice, <strong>"Put a beautiful girl in front of me and tell me that right answers will reveal more of her and I suddenly become a genius.&nbsp; Although staring at the book isn't nearly as interesting as staring at you."</strong>&nbsp; Her eyes roamed Rahne's body without hesitation, enjoying the sight before her.&nbsp; She was also impressed that Rahne seemed to be willing to keep going given that three or four more right answers would have the girl naked, something that she was sure was new for her.&nbsp; And something that Abigail found a very appealing idea since she was undoubtedly attracted to the girl.<br><br><strong>"Right, so next question,"</strong> she said as she looked at the book to see what the next question was.&nbsp; And she grinned a bit when she saw that it was a fairly easy one.&nbsp; So she gave the answer and was delighted to know that she had gotten that one right as well.&nbsp; That moved them to the next question and this one was a lot tougher for her.&nbsp; It was about gravity and some of the math behind it and it took her a couple of minutes before she remembered her and Rahne talking about the subject and the answer came to her.&nbsp; With a sly smirk, she looked up at Rahne and would give the answer.&nbsp; And she got it right once more.<br><br>She grinned as she leaned back on the bed, pleased with herself.&nbsp; Six questions right with none wrong, meaning that, unless she very much missed her guess, she was about to see Rahne in just bra and panties, which she couldn't wait to see.&nbsp; She was also very curious to see how Rahne would handle being so exposed.&nbsp; After all, it was clear that this sort of play was all new to the girl and she wasn't entirely comfortable with it.&nbsp; So she was very eager to see how this would play out and hoped that Rahne would be able to remain calm throughout this whole thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 04:07:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://bollywoodspaces.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/bra-pic-of-emma-watson.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918404#msg12918404)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, Sept. 13, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Abigail Krueger | Medusa (semi-CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Rahne has more fun than she knows she should be having.<br><hr><br>"Ah...Ah'm not...You're just seeyin' tha'..." Rahne muttered, biting on her bottom lip as she shifted nervously. The The blonde's purr in her voice sent chills down her spine. Good chills, and bad chills. She really wanted to tell herself that Abigail was lying. That she didn't mean what she was saying. Calling her beautiful, saying she was interesting to stare at...Psylocke had stared at her, and then some. And Abigail was staring at her the same way that Laura and Netty had been staring at each other as of late. And they hadn't been lying. Or they didn't look like they were lying to each other with their...looking? <br><br>Did that even make sense?<br><br>It probably didn't make any sense...<br><br>...Did Abigail really like her? She really hoped so. No! She didn't!...Did she? It was so wrong, but it felt so good. This didn't feel like a game, like when Yolande had been...Yolande, on their first meeting. Or Psylocke riling her up just to taunt and tease her. Though, this could be a game too. If Abigail was just playing to see her stripped and bare in front of her...Well, the girl was doing a good job. One question after another was given correctly, even if a few required some of her input. But just like that, he had to keep going.<br><br>Rahne had to move the light overshirt, and then her top, leaving her finally in her bra and panties. Her body was flushed, nervous energy making her jittery. When the last articles of clothing had to come off, Rahne had stood and moved around the bed. She took them off with her back facing the door, removing any chance, hopefully, of Abigail seeing her back. Six long scars crossed her back, three going vertically down her back, three perpendicular from those bisecting them--a cross, whipped onto her back. She flashed Abi a nervous smile, one hand clutching at the cross she wore at her neck.<br><br>"Hah...Th-Tha...Tha reverend would...not b' happy right now..." she said with a nervous chuckle, biting her bottom lip. "May next time, you shoul' strip fer me?" But as soon as she said that she shook her head. "Ah didn'...That wasn' right. Um, so...Uh...What's next? You, uh...You really think...Ah'm beautiful?" she asked despite saying they had to focus, her tone nervous and meek.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 16:57:45</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.ohlalamag.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Screen-Shot-2015-04-23-at-12.12.09-PM.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Remy LeBeau | Gambit (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13083581#msg13083581)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Domino's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, late night/early morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Neena Thurman | Domino, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Woken up by screaming, and begrudgingly gets up to invesitigate.<br><hr><br>Screams in the dead of night, or the early morning, were never fun. <br><br>Remy LeBeau had always been a light sleeper. It came with the trade. Raised in the world of Thieves and Assassins, in the underworld of New Orleans, being quick on your feet and being a light sleeper had been two of the earliest skills to learn. Sleeping was when you were most vulnerable. Either for another thief to come and try to steal your rightfully stolen treasures, or for an assassin to creep up on you and ensure you never woke to see the next morning. When he had been cast out on his own sleeping lightly had become even more important, only instead of assassins, he now had to fear a government that was increasing hostile to mutants. He had never realized just how expansive the Thieves' Guild's protection had been until he lost it. <br><br>The scream snapped him awake, and he say up, his mind flashing back briefly to a moment from years ago, before memories of sewers and pain fading back to his room at the mansion. Sitting up in his bed, he rubbed his eyes, running a hand through his hair. For a moment he just listened, to see if anyone else was getting up or moving in the halls. He really didn't want to be responsible and get up and see what was wrong...That was what they had those two RA's for, wasn't it? <br><br>But he heard no doors opening, or closing, no feet on the floor...<br><br>"Gonna have to talk t'someone 'bout who handles these mornings..." he muttered to himself. Getting up, he grabbed a sweater and threw it one, paying little mind to the figure on the other side of his bed still asleep. A hand stroked down her spine, before he stood and headed into the hall. A second scream told him which way to go. It the room for one of the new students--the girl from Ryker's, if he remember the new student report he had paid half-attention to. Well, this would be fun.<br><br>Pausing in front of Neena's door, he knocked on it, before listening inside of the room.<br><br>"Hey, everythin' alright in there?" he spoke up. The screams didn't sound like the fun kind, so, he didn't think she had a guest. Still, he wasn't about to burst into a teenage young woman's room right away. "If you got a frien' in there, they have time to hide under the bed before I come on in..." Meet screaming with some humor, what could go wrong?
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 00:43:00</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/23/59/1f/23591fbefaf396b58d40bc5c2094225c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Neena Thurman | Domino<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her own room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, late night/early morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Remy LeBeau | Gambit, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Awoken by her past<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> pajamas (http://images.motorcycle-usa.com/photogallerys/2013-Thor-Motocross-Womens-Short-Pajamas.jpg)<br><hr><br>Domino had hoped beyond hope that nobody had heard her, that she could just go on doing something for the rest of the night...maybe watch television, listen to some music, anything...and nobody would be the wiser. And for a second, it seemed that she would get her wish. Domino slipped out of bed, and was just about to debate a shower, when she heard a knock in her door.<br><br><em>ShhhhhiiiiiIIIIIIIiiiit!</em><br><br>She almost hissed the word just like that as she heard the voice on the other side of the door. Immediately her mind went through a list of identifiers. Male, older, possibly Caucasian. Possible threat? Domino had no idea. That alone had her putting him in the possible threat category. Every fiber in her being strained, ready for possible escapes, or a possible fight. Her powers made her quite formidable in hand to hand, and this could very well be close combat. The pen on her desk had even magically appeared in her hand as a make-shift shiv.<br><br><em>Calm down, girl...you are in a safe place.</em><br><br>A deep breath was taken, and then let out slowly. She needed to call out. Her voice was soft, though at least loud enough to be heard. "Everything's okay, here!" She made her way to the door, and grabbed the knob. Surprise registered as she realized it locked on the inside. A quick twist had the knob turning, and the door opened to look to the man standing on the other side. Ice-blue eyes flickered up to him through the crack the open door afforded. Taking in his physique, she would open it a bit more. "Sorry if I woke you...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 01:15:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cdn03.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/page-sag/ellen-page-sag-awards-2008-04.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, Sept. 13, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Abigail Krueger | Medusa, Rahne Sinclair (semi-CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Rahne has more fun than she knows she should be having.<br><hr><br>Studying for classes always sucked, in Kitty's opinion. Knowing that Abi was out when she had started, Kitty had decided that she was going to surprise her roommate and bring her some dinner. Not from the cafeteria...Kitty had opted to order some food from a sushi place that was fairly well-known. Did she know if Abi ate sushi? Well...no. But still, who didn't like sushi? It was delicious. And nutritious. And so, Kitty had her backpack slung over her shoulder, earbuds in her ears, and a black plastic tray of fresh sushi in her hand.<br><br>She had made her way down the hall, humming along to the music of "Disturbed". While humming the sounds of silence, the door was swung open. "Hey Abi, you in here? I got..."<br><br>And then she looked up. <br><br>The first thing she saw was Rahne's gorgeous, half-naked form. Brown eyes bugged open, her lips forming a perfect "O" of surprise. Of course, she should have known better. Abi seemed to be popular, and so of course there was a chance she would be with someone. The shock was who it was. Rahne was the last person Kitty expected to be disrobing in their room. A squeek was made, before her gaze caught sight of something that froze her in place. <br><br>The riddle of scars that seemed to adorn Rahne's back like some demented crossword puzzle shocked Kitty to silence. She blinked, her cheeks turning bright red, a hard swallow being made as she finally finished her thought. "...s...sushi. I uh....I'm sorry...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 02:37:47</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/prettylittleliars/images/b/be/Ashley-benson-mobile-wallpaper.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20110721175302)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail Krueger (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, Sept. 13, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire, Kitty Pryde(semi-CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong> The mood takes a drastically different turn<br><hr><br>Abi was having fun.&nbsp; And that was something that she hadn't expected to happen when it came to studying.&nbsp; But Rahne had managed to make it fun and amazingly sexy as she was now forced to strip down to her bra and panties as a result of the rules of their studying game.&nbsp; Honestly, Abi couldn't have imagined her getting six questions in a row right and had expected that, at most, she might get Rahne's first shirt off, but no more.&nbsp; But both shirts and her skirt now lay on the floor as Rahne stood, clearly a bit uncomfortable with showing anyone her body.&nbsp; And Rahne had nothing to be ashamed of.&nbsp; She was absolutely gorgeous.<br><br><strong>"Oh sweetie, you look amazing,"</strong> Abi said in an effort to reassure the girl, <strong>"You're simply gorgeous and anyone that tells you otherwise doesn't know what they're talking about."</strong>&nbsp; At this angle, she couldn't see the scars and had no idea they even existed.&nbsp; But what she did know was that two more right answers would see that bra and panties join the rest of Rahne's clothing on the floor and that was something that she simply had to see.&nbsp; So she was all set to answer more questions.&nbsp; That was until the door behind Rahne opened and in walked Abi's roommate, and apparently Rahne's friend, Kitty.<br><br>Abi felt like an idiot for not realizing that it could happen and she also knew how this could look to Kitty.&nbsp; Not that she really minded as Kitty knew about her activities with Heather, not to mention her and Kitty's own fun and games a couple of days ago.&nbsp; But still being caught was something that she hadn't expected and she was sure that it would really upset Rahne, who was nothing if not innocent at this point.&nbsp; And she was all set to say something about it, but then Rahne spun towards the door and it was Abigail's turn to see the scars that formed a demented cross on the young Scot's back.&nbsp; A gasp escaped Abi as she quickly stood up and moved towards Rahne.<br><br><strong>"Oh my god,"</strong> she whispered as she gently touched the scars as if to confirm they were real, <strong>"Who did this to you?&nbsp; Tell me.&nbsp; Who did this terrible thing to you?"</strong>&nbsp; There was no pity in her voice.&nbsp; There was anger.&nbsp; Anger that someone would've done something like this to someone as sweet and innocent as Rahne.&nbsp; Quickly, she wrapped the girl in a hug from behind and held onto her, not wanting to give the girl a chance to pull away or try to flee.&nbsp; Looking at Kitty, she nodded towards the door that still hung open.&nbsp; That needed to be closed so they could deal with this startling revelation and hopefully help Rahne with whatever she was now suddenly going through.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 02:57:10</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.ohlalamag.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Screen-Shot-2015-04-23-at-12.12.09-PM.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Remy LeBeau | Gambit (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13083581#msg13083581)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Domino's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, late night/early morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Neena Thurman | Domino, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Woken up by screaming, and begrudgingly gets up to invesitigate.<br><hr><br>Remy was oblivious to the mental debate happening on the other side of the door. He was just leaning against the doorframe to the side of the door, arms crossed over his chest, humming and waiting. The girl inside had at least answered him. That was a bonus. She wasn't dead or dying, as, that would have been a serious downer on his night. That said if something so serious was happening the Professor probably would have already been working on it. Sometimes, that old man unnerved him. How powerful he was, how easily he could poke around in their heads. Sure, he had a moral code he held to, but Remy had seen people break their morals before. Hell, what if the old man started to have seizures or develop some type of...brain condition?<br><br>It was one of those moments he was happy that his head was nice and insulated from most psychic intrusions. Sure, the stronger ones could break through it, but he could make it more than unpleasant for them. But none of that mattered. The girl was coming, he could make sure she was fine, and--<br><br>Well, this girl was more than fine, it seemed.<br><br>"Well, Remy would be angry, but since no one else seems disturbed..." he hummed, the Cajun accent thick as he glanced up and down the hall. Looking back at her, black and red eyes glanced over her form. Sometimes, he really loved this school. "Certainly don' mind keeping the sight to myself. Sure you okay? Not a psychic, are ya? Not sharing nightmares with anyone else?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 04:10:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://bollywoodspaces.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/bra-pic-of-emma-watson.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918404#msg12918404)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, Sept. 13, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Abigail Krueger | Medusa (semi-CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Rahne has more fun than she knows she should be having.<br><hr><br>Rahne heard the door starting to open. Time seemed to slow, and she went cold. Why wasn't the door locked? Had neither of them thought to lock the door when this whole thing started? So in those few seconds, her world seemed to completely reverse. Abi's comments, assuring her that she was beautiful, that <em>she</em> thought she was beautiful, had Rahne smiling. It was a shy smile, a meek smile. The smile of a girl that had never truly been in this situation before. She was conflicted, yes, but also she was reasonably sure that the blonde wasn't playing a game. She wasn't just being a tease. None of this was helping her growing crush any, but, maybe that was a good thing? It couldn't be a good thing. But, maybe it was all the same? If she was already a sinner, well, would one more really...?<br><br>But the door opened. She heard Kitty's voice, and Rahne went pale as a ghost. Jumping with a squeal of surprise, she spun around, green eyes wide as she stared at Kitty in shock and some fear. She could tell from the brunette's expression that she had seen the scars. The scars that were now facing...Abigail...so she could...<br><br>"N-No! Ah...Ah..." she started to stammer, hands flying to her over shirt. She fully intended to grab that, pull it on, get dressed, and run out of the room. It was a good plan. This was a sign--God was punishing her for her sin and sheer idiocy. Before she could start getting dressed though, she felt a hand on her back, on a scar. She yelped, and jumped, as if that finger had stabbed her, but before she could pull away Abi's arms wrapped around her. Feeling Abi's body pressing into her back she whined, and tried to pull away. Abi had her tight, though. "No...No one...Let me go! This was wrong, Ah...Ah shouldn't have...This was a sin..." she whimpered, head bowed. She wanted out. She wanted to get away from these two, away from the awful thoughts that had put her in this position. Kitty might understand the context--Abi might be able to piece things together too. They both knew she had been raised by a reverend in an orphanage. Reverend Craig, she had told Abi. Abi also knew she had run away because of her mutation. Would she had run, if she felt she was in a safe place to begin with?<br><br>"Let me go...Ah don' wannae be here..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 22:07:20</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/23/59/1f/23591fbefaf396b58d40bc5c2094225c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Neena Thurman | Domino<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her own room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, late night/early morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Remy LeBeau | Gambit, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Handling the door<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> pajamas (http://images.motorcycle-usa.com/photogallerys/2013-Thor-Motocross-Womens-Short-Pajamas.jpg)<br><hr><br>THe man was older, that was obvious. Maybe....ten years? Twelve? It was hard to completely pinpoint it. However, he was attractive, and the Cajun accent seemed to scream southern. His once over of what she exposed through the partially opened door would have been missed by just about anyone else....but Domino had been hard-wired to catch the smallest details. She noticed him sizing her up, caught the brief glimmer of interest in those rather unique eyes. Who the hell was this...and what was his story? Neena wanted to find out.<br><br><strong>"Je promets, je vais bien. Vous n'avez pas à vous en préoccuper, mais merci pour votre préoccupation..."</strong> Her voice seemed to soothe as it spoke in that flawless French, even hinting that she could have been a native Gaul. Her head cocked to the side, those full lips drawing into a smile as she leaned upon the door jam. Dark hair spilled to one side, framing angelic features. An angel on the outside, with a demonic core...that was Domino in a nutshell. It had kept her out of trouble until captured....how could a face be wanted by so many?<br><br><strong>"No...I'm not a psychic. At least...not in the literal sense of the word. I'm good at reading body language, but that's about it..."</strong> It was the understatement of the century. Reading body language, facial expressions, knowing several different languages...it was all a part of Domino's repetoire. Her bag of skills seemed to run endless, and she had no intention of laying all her cards out on the table. Keep 'em guessing was her lifes motto. <strong>"What about you? What little gifts do you have that keep those eyes so unique?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 22:21:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cdn03.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/page-sag/ellen-page-sag-awards-2008-04.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, Sept. 13, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Abigail Krueger | Medusa, Rahne Sinclair (semi-CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Containment of a freaked out werewolf<br><hr><br>Kitty had seen the scars for a split second...but it was enough. <em>Jesus Christ, what has this poor girl had to endure?!</em> She remembered the story Rahne had told her of her upbringing, but Kitty had never imagined it would have been like THIS. As soon as her roommates arms came around the redhead, Kitty was closing the door, keeping Rahne in and anyone else outside from seeing the poor shy girl in her underwear. Not that Kitty was going to start asking THOSE types of question. For the moment, they were the furthest thing from her mind. <br><br>She turned around, dropping her bag on the floor and approaching the quivering redhead. Hands lifted, gently cupping Rahne's cheeks to allow thumbs to caress softly. <strong>Rahne....it's okay, sweetie. Your okay. This isn't a sin.</strong> Ever since her meeting with Rahne, Kitty had opted to read up on the bible, doing cursory searches to see if there was something she could use to help the poor girl that had seemed so flustered at just going on a date. <strong>"Sweetie...there is no sin here. Proverbs 10:12...'Hatred stirs up strife, but love covers all offenses'. You have nothing but love in this room for you, Rahne..."</strong><br><br>Kitty hoped beyond hope that her words got through to the girl. Mentally, she was beating the pastor that had ruined the poor girl within an inch of his life....Kitty never could be a killer. She offered an encouraging smile, keeping close that eye-contact. <strong>"It's just us. There is no judgement, no hate. Just compassion and love..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 00:54:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/8b/5c/7e/8b5c7e6342355d6d3e5435e2416bd1ad.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Colossus' Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 11th, evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Piotr<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Confession<br><hr><br>She was a bundle of nerves. Kitty didn't know what Piotr would say, and that scared her more than anything else...perhaps even more than her parents. Ever since she had woke up that morning in Abi's bed, curled up against her roommate naked, she had worried about what would happen with Piotr. It was something she had planned to talk to him the evening before....but things had gone off-track. She didn't regret a moment of either her trysts with Abi and Heather. Being with women was just so...fun. <br><br>She felt clammy. Her heart was pounding as she stood in front of Piotr's door, her tongue flickering her her suddenly dry lips. For a moment she just stood there, her nerves on edge as she fought internally. Finally, before her nerves got the best of her, she knocked on his door. <strong>"Piotr....are you there?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 01:53:30</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ePci9FdpErM/U2O0PmcsmxI/AAAAAAAAGVo/8ouISpSoYmQ/s1600/hnt67_rr8l.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> His Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 11th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty<br><strong>Content:</strong> Painting/Confusion<br></span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">He was still pretty ecstatic, as only six days ago he and Kitty had finally admitted the truth to each other about how they felt. And to his relief, she'd felt the same way. The tension and passion between them had been so intense, that almost immediately after, they made love and he showed Kitty just how much he had to offer...in that regard at least. The rest was still to come, but he looked forward to every moment of it. Right now though, he was doing one of the few things that could keep Kitty off his mind; painting.<br><br>&nbsp;It was a simple piece. A small family looking at the night sky, sitting on a hill overlooking their town. It had a quaint romance to him that kept the painting going, gradually turning from an idea into a beautiful expression on the canvas. He'd just finished a very important stroke when a knock came at his door. He turned and before he could ask who it was, he heard Kitty's voice. <br><br>He put his brush and palette to the side, then went and opened the door. He only had on a painter's smock over his chest(easier to keep clean), and old sweatpants splattered with years of paint to the point where he didn't remember the original color. "Oh, hello, Katya. I wasn't expecting you," he said with a grin before reaching down and planting a quick kiss on her lips. "Please, come in."<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 01:58:47</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.ohlalamag.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Screen-Shot-2015-04-23-at-12.12.09-PM.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Remy LeBeau | Gambit (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13083581#msg13083581)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Domino's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, late night/early morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Neena Thurman | Domino, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Woken up by screaming, and begrudgingly gets up to invesitigate.<br><hr><br>A brow arched when a rather perfect French accent and flawless French graced his ears. Though, if she thought he was French, he would be insulted. Being Cajun had it's influences from the French, but he liked to think he was, by and far, a much better gift to the world than the white-flag waving, snail eaters. Still, he flashed her a smile, and gave her a tilt of his head in recognition of what she said.<br><br>"Maintenant, pourquoi ne me préoccuperais-je pas d'une si belle femme?"* he said, grinning at her, as she leaned against the door jam as well. Now, this was interesting. He liked to think he was good at reading people--and this one moved just like the Assassins back home. Dangerous, quite dangerous. Beautiful, with a face as likely to smile when happy, and likely to be happy while slipping a dagger between your ribs. So needless to say...she was very attractive. That was not why he was here though. This time, anyway. Most likely. But oh, was she a pretty one. Why did he have a feeling tonight was going to be more interesting that it had any right to be?<br><br>"Hm...Now, someone sounds like they would be fun to have at a poker game..." he said, winking at her, before grinning roguishly when she asked about his eyes. "These? Ah, they just be a little gift. My real gifts are quite a bit more flashy." There was just a dash of his charm in his voice, just to relax her. She seemed a bit on edge and he had no desire to cause a real confrontation. "But if you be fine...Hm, suppose I should get going, let you sleep, <em>mon ami</em>. Less you have anything you need to talk about? Was a pretty loud scream, for a pretty young woman..."<br><br><hr><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">*"Now why would I not be concerned about such a beautiful woman?"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 03:41:27</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/prettylittleliars/images/b/be/Ashley-benson-mobile-wallpaper.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20110721175302)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail Krueger (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, Sept. 13, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire, Kitty Pryde(semi-CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong> The mood takes a drastically different turn<br><hr><br>It was fortunate that Abi had wrapped Rahne up in a hug or the girl would've clearly run off by now.&nbsp; But instead, she was just struggling against Abi's grip as Kitty closed the door to prevent anyone else from seeing this.&nbsp; Abi was grateful for that, but now had no idea what to do and was grateful when Kitty immediately came to her aid, using a passage from the Bible to try and help sooth the girl, who clearly had relied so much on its teachings for a long time.&nbsp; Abi knew some of the verses from her own time in an Orphanage but that was so many years ago that she didn't remember much.&nbsp; But she did remember that this sort of punishment was absolutely wrong and she felt a strong desire to kill whoever was responsible, which she was sure was probably the priest that Rahne had mentioned before.<br><br>However, right now she had to do what she could to help Rahne.&nbsp; That was more important.&nbsp; So even as Kitty was using verses for the bible, she was thinking of what else to say.&nbsp; Because if the bible was the tool they were going to use, then she knew there were plenty of other verses that would support what Rahne was thinking.&nbsp; No, they needed a different approach and Abi was fairly certain she knew where to go with it.&nbsp; Taking a deep breath, she started to plant very soft and very gently kisses on the neck and cheek of the Scottish girl.&nbsp; They weren't meant to be romantic, but merely to try and calm the girl so that she would be more willing to listen to what Abi and Kitty had to say.<br><br><strong>"Like Kitty said, there's nothing but love here,"</strong> she whispered softly into the girl's ear, <strong>"Neither one of us is going to judge you or feel any differently about you because of a couple of scars.&nbsp; We all have scars, Rahne.&nbsp; Some of them are on our skin and some of them are on the inside.&nbsp; But your scars don't define you and they don't ruin you.&nbsp; Not one bit."</strong>&nbsp; She planted one more gentle kiss on the girl's soft neck.&nbsp; <strong>"Now I'm going to let go and we're all going to sit down and talk.&nbsp; Alright?"</strong>&nbsp; As she said this, she slowly loosened her grip, hoping that Rahne wouldn't use this as a chance to escape the room and isolate herself from them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 07:19:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/8b/5c/7e/8b5c7e6342355d6d3e5435e2416bd1ad.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Colossus' Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 11th, evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Piotr<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Confession<br><hr><br>A part of her was hoping that Piotr wasn't in his room. Maybe he was helping a class. Or maybe he was out training. Maybe doing a one-on-one session with another student. Her hope was there, but there was also the anxiety. What she had done shouldn't be kept a secret. It had to come out. It was now part of who she was, and she wasn't about to hide her nature from the one person whom she felt so strongly for. Still, it was unnerving.<br><br>She had caught the sound of movement on the other side of the door, and almost bolted. A quick glance down the hall was made....too far to the stairs to make a clean getaway? Maybe she could do it. Maybe he&nbsp; would take too long to open the door and she could just vanish. Maybe-<br><br><em>Oh, hello, Katya. I wasn't expecting you.</em><br><br>She quickly turned her head to look up to the mass of man that she had fallen for. And in all truthfulness, she had. It's what made this so much worse. At the invite, she hesitated a moment, looking towards the room he called his own. And as he moved aside to let her in...she did just that. Slender legs carried her tiny form past the threshold, left hand lifting to plant a nail between her lips, allowing teeth to begin worrying it. Her face showed that she wasn't here for something fun or pleasant...but something that was really bad.<br><br>Her anxiety was reaching an all-time high as soon as he closed the door. As soon as it was closed and he turned to face her, she would turn, step towards him, and wrap arms around him tightly. THe very feel of him against her, the scent of him...it all brought back memories of that beautiful moment they shared beneath the tree. The day they had confessed to each other. And it was the tipping point for Kitty. <br><br>She began to sob lightly.<br><br>Eyes closed as she pressed to him, her body trembling as she cried. Tears streamed down her cheeks, staining his paint-addled shirt, even getting some in her hair, and on her cheek. She didn't care. It wasn't so much that she was ashamed of what happened with Abi and Heather...the two were wonderful, and had taught Kitty things about herself she wouldn't have dreamed, made her feel things she didn't think existed for her. But it was a betrayal that she had committed to Piotr. And so she cried. And through it all, all she could say was "I'm sorry! I...I'm so sorry!!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 07:27:48</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/23/59/1f/23591fbefaf396b58d40bc5c2094225c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Neena Thurman | Domino<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her own room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, late night/early morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Remy LeBeau | Gambit, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Handling the door<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> pajamas (http://images.motorcycle-usa.com/photogallerys/2013-Thor-Motocross-Womens-Short-Pajamas.jpg)<br><hr><br>She had him in a way...she could tell. While maybe he was suspicious, she knew that if she played her cards right, he would be forgetting exactly why he had come to knock on her door...at least that was the hope. Her body didn't seem to shift as she widened her smile just a bit as he spoke about poker, a demure flush coming to her cheeks as gaze dropped a moment. <strong>"Poker, three card, strip poker, blackjack..."</strong> It was another bait, a test to see if he would catch the innuendo. Surely he could. Was it bad to sleep with staff? Something told her he was. It made him a viable target for seduction in her head...and a way to get what she wanted or needed, if she ever figured that out.<br><br><strong>"I promise I'm okay though, mon beau héros*. Though I don't think I'll be going to sleep for a while..."</strong> That was the understatement of the century. She was done sleeping for the night. Hopefully for the rest of her life, though it wasn't really a possibility. She knew first hand what sleep deprivation could do to a person. Still, one night wouldn't hurt, would it? Perhaps one night was all she needed to make the nightmares stop. <em>Sure....they'll stop, and a mutant will be the next president of the United States.</em> It was a silent admonishment, and she was glad he couldn't read minds.<br><br><strong>"Are you heading back to bed? Because if not, maybe we can hang out. I'm Domino....Neena."</strong> She would drop the hand that had been draped over the door, in ofference to the roguish Cajun at her door. <strong>"And what do they call you?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 07:51:26</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ePci9FdpErM/U2O0PmcsmxI/AAAAAAAAGVo/8ouISpSoYmQ/s1600/hnt67_rr8l.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> His Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 11th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty<br><strong>Content:</strong> Painting/Confusion<br></span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> His day had already been going pretty good. He'd just figured that getting some progress on his painting would be the highlight of his night, which he was completely fine with. Now that Kitty was here though, even if it was to just talk for a few minutes...Piotr was a very happy man. He noticed her face was not the usual happy, smiling Kitty he was used to. <br><br>There was something on her mind, but she would tell him if it was bothering her. Apparently though, whatever it was was bothering her a great deal. He hadn't expect the sudden, almost aggressive hug she wrapped him in. But he wrapped his arms around her and shushed her. It didn't work though. No, whatever had her so upset was something she needed to get out.<br><br>&nbsp;He was confused though, as all she did was blurt out how sorry she was. "Katya, calm down. What are you talking about?! What are you sorry for? What happened?" What could she have done that had her nearly hysterical and pouring tears like a faucet? It was something big, but what? He couldn't think of anything sweet Kitty would do to hurt anyone, much less him.<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 14:29:42</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://cdn-img.instyle.com/sites/default/files/styles/684xflex/public/images/2010/wrn/082610-emma-lead-300.jpg?itok=mrfZhFtl)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918404#msg12918404)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, Sept. 13, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Abigail Krueger | Medusa, Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat (semi-CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Rahne is no longer having fun.<br><hr><br>Rahne started to calm down after the initial burst of fear, and the panic-induced adrenaline that made her want to run and hide from this moment. After all, that was what she did when faced with something she wanted nothing to do with--she ran away and hid. When her powers had manifested, she ran away. When those bullies has picked on her in the lunch room, she ran away, and now, faced with two girls seeing scars she was so ashamed of and dealing with thoughts and feelings she was ashamed of, she wanted to run and hide. Running from her problems was quick and easy solution. It ended things then and there, and she could fool herself into thinking they would go away. <br><br>They wouldn't, and this was a demon that couldn't be stuffed so easily back into the box. As much as she might wish it was, and try as she might to do so, a part of her knew there was no running from this one. <br><br>Green eyes blinked and stared at Kitty when she threw a Bible verse out at her. It paused the girl briefly as the words sunk in, before she just clenched her eyes shut and shook her head. That was different! Love might soothe all but there was no love here. It was a primal lust and attraction--an abomination. These two hardly knew her well enough to love her, and she hardly knew them. <br><br>"No..." she just protested softly against Kitty's words as the girl cupped her face. Then she felt a kiss to her neck, as Abigail spoke to her. It was almost too much. She wanted them to stop touching her, even if their intentions were good. But Abi finally did let go, and as her arms loosened, Rahne pulled away from both of them. Kitty blocked the way to the door--not that she could leave in her underwear anyway--but she could still put space between them and get dressed. That was the big one, as she threw on her red top against and quickly buttoned it, hiding her back and her chest, before finding and pulling her skirt back up. Her brown undershirt was still on the floor, but, the basics were done now. "There's no thing t' talk about..." she mumbled, and looked up at the two.<br><br>"Ah was scared, an' Ah panicked, an' we can just pretend no one saw anything..." she just said, "Ah'll leave, an' that will be that...Ah'll find Abigail a new tutor, this should no' have happened..." Her accent got a bit heavier, as flustered as she was, as she turned from them to the bed she and Abi had been working on, refusing to make eye contact with the two as she started to gather up their books and papers. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 14:52:30</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.ohlalamag.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Screen-Shot-2015-04-23-at-12.12.09-PM.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Remy LeBeau | Gambit (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13083581#msg13083581)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Domino's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, late night/early morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Neena Thurman | Domino, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Woken up by screaming, he begrudgingly gets up to investigate.<br><hr><br>Did Domino have Gambit? Or, did Gambit have Domino? It was hard to say. He had as much of a read on her as she had on him. This demure, innocent beauty in font of him was not nearly so innocent as she might seem--that much he knew right away. There was a danger to her, and it was more than some young girl who had a strange mutant power. He somewhat wished he had paid more attention when the staff had been brief about the new girl coming in from Rikers Island. Who was she, and what did she do? He certainly wanted to know, now...But as she listed off some of the pokers hands she played, he just snickered, flashing her a grin as she blushed and tried to bait him. <br><br>"One of those didn' quite sound like normal casino fare..." he just hummed, tone amused, as he watched her. "Least you won' be one of the new kids who don' know how to have fun."<br><br>His roguish grin widened some as she assured him again that she was fine, this time with a little flair. Again, he just tilted his head slightly. Knocking on her door was hardly the act of a hero, but, he'd take it. Two could play this game, and it was a game he did so love to play. But if she wasn't going to sleep, and with an invitation like that, who was he to turn down a pretty face?<br><br>Besides, he wanted to know why she had been screaming.<br><br>"My please, Neena..." he said, taking the offered hand, but kissing the top of it instead of shaking it. <br>"And you already know my name. Or were you too busy taking a look, to listen? Couldn' blame you if so." he teased her, before releasing her hand to stand up. "If you don' mind some company, then, might as well make sure there wasn' nothing funny goin' on in here. Last chance to let whoever be hidin' under your bed get to a new hidin' spot."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 16:05:02</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://imstars.aufeminin.com/stars/fan/eliza-dushku/eliza-dushku-20050818-63159.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rogue/Highlights Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 9th 2:00 am (night of the 8th) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rogue tries to sneak into her dorm room.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> See image.<br><hr><br>"Ow...Ow...Ow..." Rogue hissed softly with each step, and arm gingerly wrapped around her stomach. Everything hurt. Everything hurt <em>a lot</em>. The mission she had been involved on just two days prior had not ended in the best of ways for her. As it so happened, and as she expected, Sabertooth was still a bit sour over her defection from the Brotherhood. And, by sour, she meant more of the bestial man was still in a homicidal rage over anything he perceived as any kind of insult or act against him, or the Brotherhood. Needless to say he hadn't been very happy seeing her show up with the X-Men and a band of police officers to stop him from completing his mission. <br><br>And he had shown her just how angry he was. With his claws. And tough as she liked to think she was, his claws were a lot sharper and he was a lot stronger than her body could handle.<br><br>The man had maimed her pretty badly, and it was all her fault. Why did she think she could talk him down? Even in the Brotherhood they had never exactly been close. Her fear of dying, though, had overrode every other fear she had--he had realized the danger too late as his claws sunk into her, as she ripped off her gloves and grabbed his arms. Ten seconds. She had held onto him for ten seconds. Stealing his healing factor, stealing his memories and his rage. Ten seconds. That gave her his powers for ten minutes. The fact that she was still rather sore and in pain just went to show how badly he had gotten into her, even while he had been draining her, before the rest of the X-Men took him down. The last day she had been kept in the infirmary in the basement, isolated, as the last vestiges of Sabertooth's anger issues were filtered from her system. Her temper had been pretty short with everyone, but, they were releasing her now that she had calmed down.<br><br>"Get some rest, <em>cherié</em>," Gambit hummed her way, her guide from the infirmary to her bedroom. She rolled her eyes at his concern, the Cajun was incorrigble, and she knew that--"Remy can always tie you down if you need the encouragement to stay in bed..."<br><br>There it was.<br><br>"Ah'm gonna be fine, Cajun...Now, leave me be." she huffed as stopped in front of her door and shooed him away. The man sighed, but, listened to her for once...Rogue needed a moment before going inside, though. She hadn't spoken to her roommate in days. Not since their fight. Thinking about that still stung. How stupid she had been, what the two of them had done because of it, and the mess that had come of it all. She had calmed down some since then, or the anger had been replaced with someone else's anger, but still...She really didn't want to face Heather yet. Then again, who was she kidding? The girl was probably off throwing herself at someone else. Rumors around were that she was pretty popular with some of the new students already. Or maybe she was petting Kitty again. She probably had the room to herself.<br><br>Nonetheless, she played it safe. Opening the door slowly, she tried to sneak into the room. There was a faint click as she closed the door and the latch struck, and soft hisses of pain as she limped to her bed. She didn't look to see if there was a shape on Heather's bed--or two shapes. Or more. She just grabbed the silk sheet over her bed and pulled it off, leaving it on the floor, as she climbed onto the bed and pulled a blanket up over her. She didn't want to feel the sheet that was to blame for almost everything. <br><br>Damn it, she hurt so much...But she bit her lip to stifle a groan, and regretted not taking the offered pain pills. Maybe tomorrow she could ask Logan or Laura if she could just...borrow...their healing factor for just a few seconds. If they were willing, no harm no foul, right? She did not want to deal with these injuries for longer than she had to...Maybe a good night's sleep in a comfortable bed would do her good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 21:00:59</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/23/59/1f/23591fbefaf396b58d40bc5c2094225c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Neena Thurman | Domino<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her own room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, late night/early morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Remy LeBeau | Gambit, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Handling the door<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> pajamas (http://images.motorcycle-usa.com/photogallerys/2013-Thor-Motocross-Womens-Short-Pajamas.jpg)<br><hr><br>She should have known that he'd act the roguish gentleman, and kiss her hand. The move had her chuckling softly, a brow arching as she tilted her head. Well, she had invited him, and in truth, she had hoped that he would say yes. Without a roommate at the moment, it would be pretty well much just the two of them. Not that Domino minded in the least. Opening the door the rest of the way, she moved out of the doorway, letting Remy slip further in. <br><br><strong>"Oh....was your name Remy? I think you said it, but it was hard to catch at the time..."</strong> her voice cooed as she let him in, idly closing the door behind him. So far there was no reason to hurt him, but if she could have fun...why not? <strong>"And feel free to check the bed. There's nobody in it..."</strong> Of course even as she said it, her slender form draped over her covers, hoping to cover up the messy sheets. Of course, she had just gotten out of bed, but the way it looked, it was somebody who had been writhing about for a while, not someone who just woke up. <strong>"Well...except me, now...</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 21:16:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cdn03.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/page-sag/ellen-page-sag-awards-2008-04.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, Sept. 13, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Abigail Krueger | Medusa, Rahne Sinclair (semi-CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Containment of a freaked out werewolf<br><hr><br>Feeling Abi pull away, Kitty followed suit. She stepped back, remaining next to the door. While she wouldn't stop Rahne if she really wanted to leave, something told her that deep down, Rahne wanted to stay. Hands remained up, her face remaining cool as she shook her head. <strong>"Rahne...sweetie. Running away isn't going to make this go away. Like Abi said...we all got scars..."</strong> Kitty could attest to that...the marks from her mission still fresh upon her features. But she wouldn't bring it up, this wasn't about her. <strong>"You can either let them be a part of you, or you can be ashamed and let them run and ruin your life. But if you choose the latter, you will always be running."</strong><br><br>Her gaze flickered to Abi, waiting for her roommate to say something. Kitty was a bit over her head in this one. Should she stay? Should she go? Nervousness was something you could cut with a knife at the moment, and she let her gaze flicker back and forth between the two women.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 21:44:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/8b/5c/7e/8b5c7e6342355d6d3e5435e2416bd1ad.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Colossus' Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 11th, evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Piotr<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Confession<br><hr><br>Piotr was right. She needed to get herself together. Taking a deep breath, she gently drew away from him, shaking her head. Sniffling, a hand lifted to wipe her eyes. Kitty looked up to his face, the concern plain. It just killed her even more. Finally, she would gently draw away, thinking that he wouldn't want to touch her after what she said. Hell, she was getting ready to be thrown out of his room.<br><strong><br>"I....after....you and I. I got.....I got drunk. With Heather. We....she and I...."</strong> Her words caught in her throat. Arms wrapped around herself, head bowing. <strong>"I didn't mean for it. And...well....she....felt good. I'm...I'm sorry. And then last night. I....with Abi..."</strong> Dimly, Kitty realized she probably wasn't making very much sense. But it was out there....at least how she was able to get it out. Her body was rigid, and she waited, expecting a massive backlash from a man that she had admired for so long.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>31-03-2017, 00:58:04</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ePci9FdpErM/U2O0PmcsmxI/AAAAAAAAGVo/8ouISpSoYmQ/s1600/hnt67_rr8l.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> His Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 11th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty<br><strong>Content:</strong> Kidney Shot<br></span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> He was still, very, <em>very</em> confused. Kitty was acting very strangely, and even though it had only been a few days since they'd come together, they'd been very affectionate when they could. So for her to leave his embrace was odd, to say the least. Just twice since they made love they'd sat in each others arms and talked for hours. Now this? What was going on? After she put some distance between them, she tried to explain something to him. <br><br>Tried being the key word, as she stumbled through a broken sentence that made things even more confusing. But he'd listened intently to the whole thing. It took a few moments, but her reaction, how she was acting. How scared she seemed... Then the words. "After we? After we had sex? You got drunk with Heather and...she felt." He paused, and looked to the floor. His fists suddenly clenching together. "She felt <em>good</em>?" A scoff escaped from him and he turned away with a hand going up to his forehead to push his hair back. He took a deep breath and sat on his bed, with his hands clasped. He wouldn't look up, it hurt too much right now. <br><br>"So...after all this time. All the feelings and pent up emotions. After coming together how we've both wanted...you have sex with Heather, and then later, sober...with Abigail? I uh...I guess our feelings <em>weren't</em> mutual then. I think I looked too much into things." He laughed weakly, and finally looked up to reveal a single tear trailing down his cheek. "Well the few moments we had were nice, I'll cherish them. But I only want <em>you</em> to be happy, Katya. So I won't stand in the way of what you want. I just wished it had been me; after...after everything. Thank you for telling me at least," he sort of choked out. <br><br>&nbsp;"I'd have hated to find out I was a cuckold some other way," he uttered, sounding completely deflated and defeated. He didn't have much in this world, but at least his pride he felt was intact. Looking down at her, so guilty and repentant and aware of the betrayal. He wanted to be mad, so badly. But what good what that do? She was already lost to him, and he couldn't change how he felt. So the only thing for it was to let her have what she wanted, and he'd find...something. The heart was a confusing thing sometimes.&nbsp; Maybe not being around for a bit was best. "Was there anything else? I'm not feeling much up to painting right now. I think the Danger Room will suit me better." He sighed and stood up, rubbing his hands over his eyes for a few moments, as he truly didn't know what else to say or do here.<br><br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>31-03-2017, 02:44:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/8b/5c/7e/8b5c7e6342355d6d3e5435e2416bd1ad.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Colossus' Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 11th, evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Piotr<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Confession<br><hr><br>It was her worst fear coming true. His words cut into her like a knife. Typically so cool and collected, Kitty felt like she was drowning. His words cut her like a knife, and she whimpered, visibly flinching at it. The worst was he seemed so calm, almost resigned. A part of her might have felt better if he had blown up, screamed, thrown something...even though it probably would have ended up through the door. <br><br>Then he asked her to leave. She should have. Staying was probably going to make things worse. But she didn't. Here she stayed her ground. Stepping closer, she knew it was a risk to grab his hand, knowing he would most likely pull away...but she did it anyways. Both small hands grabbed his as she spoke softly, her voice strained. <strong>"Piotr, please...wait. I'm sorry...I can't even begin to say how sorry I am. I didn't mean..."</strong> she had to stop herself. Remind herself that this wasn't about her pain, it was his. SHE had messed up.<br><br><strong>"I care about YOU. I...I made a mistake! Please, Piotr, don't send me away! I ended up learning something about myself that scares me, but I love YOU!"</strong> She stopped herself then, realizing what she had just said. It was possibly the worst thing she could have said, her eyes widening as she realized it was a possible folly. <strong>I'm so sorry...</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>31-03-2017, 03:14:27</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ePci9FdpErM/U2O0PmcsmxI/AAAAAAAAGVo/8ouISpSoYmQ/s1600/hnt67_rr8l.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> His Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 11th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty<br><strong>Content:</strong> Heartbreak<br></span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> There was a reason people like Pete were called "Gentle Giants". Many of them thankfully had excellent upbringings like he did. But far more often, they simply learned, as he did, that being large meant being careful. He couldn't get mad and angry and upset like he wanted, because even as a normal man he doubted there was any other normal man in this world he would not face and come out on top against. He could hurt people, damage things, in his anger. And that was before. If he gave in and transformed while upset?<br><br>&nbsp;He could level a building, destroy a town. So sadness, sorrow and regret; those were all he was allowed. And they would have to do for now. Maybe when he was in the Danger Room, he could turn it past the safety limits...see how much damage he could really do when he had a reason to be angry. And as much as he wanted to hate Kitty. As much as he wanted to yell and curse at her. He simply couldn't. Even after this, his feelings for her ran so deep he'd hurt himself before he hurt her. Hopefully this was the one time he got hurt, and he could move on. With all the thoughts bouncing around in his head, he didn't know how long he'd been sitting there.<br><br>&nbsp;Only that a few more tears had been shed, and that Kitty was for some reason still there. He hadn't told her to leave straight out, but the implication had been there. Being around her right now was incredibly hard, and knowing he'd lost her to her friends hurt even more. He hadn't even had a chance. Her hands wrapping around his almost didn't feel real, like his sensations were dulled and everything was hollowed out. Still, one of his burdens was that he tended to listen, no matter what. And as much as he wanted them to, her words didn't fall on deaf ears. She even said she didn't mean it. Or something close before she stopped herself. <br><br>She said it was him she cared about, despite what she'd done. Begged him not to be done with her. She even admitted loving him, before following up with an apology. The big man didn't snatch his hands away from her, but neither did he squeeze back. He just...sat there for a while longer. He was processing everything and trying to figure out what next. "I'm just confused. You, you, you say you didn't mean to. Yet it happened twice, with two different girls. And you you love me? But, hours...days after we made love. After I opened myself up to you and told you everything, you go to be with them. Is that what love is? Then...it hurts, and I don't want it, Katya. Not if it means that I give you everything...and then you give it to someone else." <br><br>He didn't understand; it was difficult though the painful stabbing in his chest. He was giving her what she wanted, what she seemed to need. "And there is something special about Heather and Abi, or else things wouldn't have gotten that far, Katya. I love you, more than I ever thought I could. And after all this, I still want to be with you. But more than that I,&nbsp; I just want <em>you</em> to be happy. Apparently, there is something with them that I can't compete with. And I won't try. Not if it divides you like this. Not if it tears you up inside like me right now. I want you to be happy, Katya. But <em>I</em> have to think about myself too. I can't deal with hurt like this on a regular basis. I'm surprised I'm holding it together now," he said with a shudder. And now, here was the largest, strongest person in the mansion, with tears leaving a steaming trail down his cheeks.<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>31-03-2017, 04:22:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/8b/5c/7e/8b5c7e6342355d6d3e5435e2416bd1ad.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Colossus' Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 11th, evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Piotr<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Confession<br><hr><br>She just watched him for the longest time. He had to process...and she needed to let him. As he sat down, she moved, and knelt down in front of him. Fingers never left his hand, even as she looked up to him through dark bangs. She listened, and nibbled more on her lower lip nervously. Lifting his hand, she pressed lips to his knuckle for a brief moment. <strong>"I..I didn't give them everything. They...it was purely physical. I won't insult you and lie and say that it wasn't enjoyable. But..they don't make me feel the same way you do when you are around. There is not an emotional bond with them like I have with you, Piotr. The timing...just sucks..."</strong><br><br>A heavy sigh was made, and she glanced down to her feet. This was horrible, and so difficult. She wanted to explain, but how does one explain emotions that had previously not been felt? How does one admit to the man she loves that she feared herself to be bisexual, she was scared, and wanted to experience it with him? <strong>"I understand. I understand if you never want to see me again. But...I want to be with you, Piotr. I..I realized something about myself, and it's scary and exciting, and I want you to join me. But...if I have to do it alone, I don't know if I'll be able to. It's...it's not what I ever envisioned for myself. And when others find out...when my parents find out...I may end up being very alone. Please...I want you with me. I'm just scared...and I need you.."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>31-03-2017, 06:36:23</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/prettylittleliars/images/b/be/Ashley-benson-mobile-wallpaper.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20110721175302)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail Krueger (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, Sept. 13, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire, Kitty Pryde(semi-CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong> The mood takes a drastically different turn<br><hr><br>The truth was Abi was way out of her depth there.&nbsp; She had no idea how to handle this and she could see that Kitty was having the same issue.&nbsp; The truth was she wished she could get her hands on the guy who had done this to Rahne.&nbsp; She may have only known the girl for a couple of days, but it was clear that she was a good person and deserved better than what she'd gotten.&nbsp; And with her secret out among the people in the room, it was clear that she was panicking and wanted out.&nbsp; But Kitty was right.&nbsp; Once you started running, it was hard to stop and it was clear that Rahne had been running for a long time.&nbsp; It needed to stop and she and Kitty had a chance to stop it now.&nbsp; They just had to get through to Rahne.<br><br><strong>"No one is forgetting what we saw here,"</strong> she said firmly, <strong>"And I'm not getting a new tutor.&nbsp; I like having you as a tutor.&nbsp; Truthfully, you're the only one that I think I could handle as a tutor.&nbsp; You care.&nbsp; You care about how well I do to the point that you're willing to do something that you're clearly uncomfortable with to help me.&nbsp; And I can't really think of anyone that has cared about me like that."</strong>&nbsp; She moved across the room to where Rahne was starting to gather up the books and gently pushed the items back out of her hands and onto the bed.&nbsp; She would then take Rahne's hands in hers and hold them firmly as if hoping that this would keep the nervous girl grounded.<br><br><strong>"Yes, I think you're gorgeous and you have an amazing body,"</strong> she said with a soft smile, <strong>"But you're more than that.&nbsp; You're a beautiful person on the inside, Rahne, and that comes through loud and clear to both me and Kitty.&nbsp; And no amount of scarring is going to change that.&nbsp; And Kitty is right.&nbsp; If you keep running from this, then you'll never stop running.&nbsp; And you'll never have a better chance to stop then right now, with the two of us here for you."</strong>&nbsp; She looked over at Kitty, knowing that she was going to help as much as she could.&nbsp; But ultimately it was up to Rahne to decide that she wanted to stop running.<br><br>Looking back at Rahne, she offered a gently smile.&nbsp; <strong>"Now, how about we sit down and just take a moment and breath?"</strong> she suggested carefully, <strong>"And when you're ready, we can talk about what happened to you.&nbsp; Getting it off your chest will help.&nbsp; I promise."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>31-03-2017, 09:11:17</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ePci9FdpErM/U2O0PmcsmxI/AAAAAAAAGVo/8ouISpSoYmQ/s1600/hnt67_rr8l.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> His Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 11th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty<br><strong>Content:</strong> Heartbreak<br></span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> It always seemed whenever someone cheated, saying that it was purely physical was the go-to explanation. Usually they didn't realize that that made it even worse. His ice blue eyes were not dormant as he thought to himself though. They were on Kitty, watching her behavior. Taking it in and giving a long look. He could see genuine remorse and guilt in her. Enough to know that at the very least, she felt badly for her actions. And he did say he'd give her credit for actually coming and telling him.<br><br>&nbsp;Even if it was after a second time. Even now, as heartbroken as he was, her hands felt nice. And the kiss on his knuckles sent a jolt of excitement through him that just seemed to happen whenever Kitty touched him. Even now after what she'd done, his body and heart and instincts rebelled against his cold, rational mind. She said there was truly nothing there. No emotions, just fun, enjoyable sex. She sounded sincere, but how could he know? "Never see me again."<br><br>&nbsp;When those words came out of Kitty's mouth, something inside him reignited. He'd been looking through her since the news broke, but now, for the first time since this had all started, he was looking <em>at</em> her. He realized even though he'd lost her, the thought of never seeing her again was not one he wanted to become a reality. "You say you want me but I...I just. I still want you, I want to be there for you but how? Just...what are you saying, Katya? You want me to join you <em>how</em>?" The Russian was genuinely confused now, even moreso than before. <br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>31-03-2017, 17:38:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/8b/5c/7e/8b5c7e6342355d6d3e5435e2416bd1ad.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Colossus' Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 11th, evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Piotr<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Confession<br><hr><br>He still hadn't kicked her out. And he was becoming more responsive. It was a slim hope, but it was a hope all the same. She watched as his face shifted from anger and remorse, to apparent genuine curiosity. She sat up a bit more, looking to him as she couldn't help but get a glimmer of hope in her eyes. <br><br><strong>"I.....I'm not sure. I need to tell my parents. They.....well, I'm probably going to lose everything I have with them. A mutant daughter they could deal with since I wasn't there. But a mutant daughter that's bisexual?"</strong> It was the first time she had used the label out loud. She had to pause....yes, she was bisexual. There was no denying that anymore. <strong>"They are going to give up on me. I know it.."</strong><br><br>She took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. <strong>"As for....intimacy. I....I don't know where to go from here. Would you even want to...experiment...with me?"</strong> It was a big question, Kitty knew. If he said no, then Kitty would respect that. But on the same token, she was curious about this new part of her. And something told her that Piotr would be rather interested to have two girls with him at the same time. What guy wouldn't?
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>31-03-2017, 21:33:31</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ePci9FdpErM/U2O0PmcsmxI/AAAAAAAAGVo/8ouISpSoYmQ/s1600/hnt67_rr8l.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> His Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 11th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty<br><strong>Content:</strong> Heartbreak<br></span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> He sighed and pulled her gently to her feet. He didn't want her kneeling in front of him. He didn't want her torn up like she was. Well a part of him did, but he was only human. When hurt, it was only natural to seek hurt in others, and lacking that, bring hurt to them to make you feel better. He ignored that part though, pushing it out of his mind until he could work out his frustration later. Right now he and Kitty needed to deal with this situation. He sniffled, and let out a sigh before she explained more about her life. <br><br>How she felt in her heart her parents would be through with her after finding out their mutant daughter was bisexual. He personally felt like the mutant part of that should have been more alarming, but then again, he was from a place where his power had basically made him a town hero. Her own family judging her because she was different, in any way, made him pity them in their backward ways. And he pitied Kitty more, a victim for being herself. "Your parents love you, Katya.<br><br>&nbsp;Give them more credit than that. And...if it helps. If you want. When you tell them, I can try and be there for you. For support?" Furthermore, she wondered aloud about him experimenting with her. He was still confused though, she could see it on his face. "So...you want to experiment. Find yourself so to speak. And you want me to...help?"<br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>31-03-2017, 23:17:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/8b/5c/7e/8b5c7e6342355d6d3e5435e2416bd1ad.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Colossus' Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 11th, evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Piotr<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Confession<br><hr><br>He may have been right about her parents, but Kitty seriously doubted it. She knew her parents. If it didn't fit into their definition of the cookie-cutter all-American family, they may appear tolerant, but they weren't. Mutants were okay as long as it wasn't in THEIR family. Homosexuality was okay so long as it wasn't in THEIR family. She had grown up with it, and knew that this would be the breaking point for them. She shook her head gently, but smiled slightly as she rose up. The size difference was obvious, as even standing, she only came face to face with him because he was seated. <br><br><strong>"I want to give them the benefit of the doubt. But I know them. I don't think they will be as tolerant as you think. They seem tolerant of my being a mutant on the outside...but behind closed doors, they don't want anything to do with me. It's why I'm here. Rykers would have destroyed how they are perceived."</strong> An argument with her parents had proven that one night. It was an argument that she had never forgotten.<br><br>Her cheeks flushed as the topic turned back to her sexual preferences. <strong>"I....I don't want to ask you to do anything you are uncomfortable with. But...I am curious about this new side of me. And I want you to join me in finding out more about it...if you are willing. If not, then we can forget I even brought it up."</strong> She would hold to him whatever decision he made. But deep down, she was hoping that he would choose to take the journey with her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>02-04-2017, 01:23:17</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Mgosuzz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Bridgette Desjardins <br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridgett’s Room - her home<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Tusday September 10th - 8:00 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Wakana Hana<br><strong>Content:</strong> Bridgette and Bridge are cooking together when they hear the knock on the door. Bridgette goes to answet while Bridge continues prepping the meal.<br><hr><br>A cheese platter was on the kitchen table. The two versions of Bridgette had pecked away at it, savoring the strong cheeses while they sipped gingerly at white wine. Neither had gotten through their first glass. Bridgette wasn’t much of a drinker, the wine went spectacularly well with the sharp, and flavorful cheeses on the plate: Sharp cheddar, Comte, Goat Gouda, Camembert, Brillat-Savarin, Stilton, Manchego, and Mimolette were all represented on the platter along with some crackers, and crisps. Olives and Grapes were also available, garnishing the plate on the side.<br><br>It hadn’t exactly been an easy conversation. But it hadn’t been difficult either. It was peculiar, how similar these two were, Hana and Bridgette. And, of course, how wildly different they were. They were both Empaths, and both of their powers included some kind of music. While Hana’s power was associated with playing and hearing music; Bridgette always heard music playing from other people, as if everyone was a small speaker playing the tunes of their hearts. <br><br>It seemed that music and emotions were tied together in a spiritual way, something divine was in the twelve notes of music that repeated on top of each other through the octaves, like the layers of petals in a flower.<br><br>Even with their empathic natures, it had been sort of tricky to communicate. Both of them had thick accents, while Hana’s was Japanese, Bridgette’s was French. And, it was a challenge to find the right words for a few specific things. The invitation had been offered though, after the comparative religions class that day. Ms. Desjardins was always aware when another Empath was at the school, Xavier always let her know so that she could help the student understand how powerful emotions could be, and what an Empath was capable of. She’d yet to discover any mutant with empathic powers that wasn’t also very good at sensing other’s feelings.<br><br>She wanted to be in a private setting with Hana, due to the language barrier, it really felt like the two of them would need space to be themselves, and a public environment made that difficult. Inside of Bridges’ dining room, with a home cooked French meal, and a single glass of white wine would help with a lot of public anxieties. Bridgette wanted to be a motherly figure for Hana. She had only known the young Japanese woman for a few hours, and she already felt very protective of her. She hoped that this night would go well… both of her.<br><br>Bridgette and her Beta, Bridge were both active in the kitchen. She’d spent the last two hours cooking, and preparing a meal. ‘Chicken Cordon Bleu’ was the main dish, but she was also going to serve ‘Broccoli and Cauliflower Gratin’ on the side. Finally, she was steaming asparagus on the stove to round out the meal. The Chicken Cordon Bleu had been prepared, and it was staying hot on the stove as the Gratin was baking.<br><br>“I wish I had two kitchens as well.” Both Bridgettes laughed, but the Beta had spoken. They could have done the cooking in half of the time if they had two oven’s to access. But, the world wasn’t perfectly made for her, so she made due. There wasn’t much to do in the kitchen at that point, a lot of the hard work had already been finished, now the two of them were mostly keeping up with dishes that they’d dirtied during preparation. <br><br>“Zaht would make zings easier, yes.” Bridgette was wearing the same thing she’d worn for school that day, but she’d taken off a few layers now that she was home and cooking, her black jeans and the tank top (http://i.imgur.com/VKeSKB5.jpg) that she was wearing now made her professional appearance before degrade away, and she looked rather vulnerable now. Bridge, her Beta had been wearing something more fun and jovial all day, A pretty, lacy sundress (http://i.imgur.com/eZOyMDX.jpg). While Beta washed the dishes, getting her hands wet and dirty, Bridgette was drying the silverware and the pans, and returning them to the cupboard.<br><br>She’d fried ham in a cast iron skillet. She was applying some oil to the skillet with a towel, when she heard a knock on the door. “Zaht must be her, yeah?” Beta said, looking over to Bridgette. “Yes, has to be.” Bridgette set the skillet down on the dining room table, as she was only half way done preparing it to be stored. Both of the Bridgettes were without shoes or socks. Bridgette kept her floors very clean, and exercised the Japanese tradition of removing shoes before entry, she was relatively excited for Hana to learn this.<br><br><hr><hr>Her feet padded across the room as she made for the door. Opening it, she smiled at Hana, instantly hearing the music coming from the beautiful young girl once again. Even when Hana wasn’t playing an instrument, Bridgette could hear her violin, a background track that was Hana’s presence. <strong>“Hello Beautiful! Please, come in. remove your shoes, and follow me.” </strong>She was trying extra hard to control her accent. There was one benefit to the two of them each learning English later in life. Neither of them spoke with a familiar approach to the language, so the simple words that Bridgette used almost sounded like something Hana would say herself.<br><br>As Bridgette made her way inside, she spoke to Hana over her shoulder. <strong>“Dinner is almost done.”</strong><br><br><em><strong>“About ten minutes.” </strong></em>Beta added, the Bridgette in the sundress. As Bridgette brought the cast iron skillet back to the kitchen, her Beta entered the room to greet Hana as well. <em><strong>“Hello Beautiful.”</strong></em> She started with the same phrase, by accident. She had not planned to repeat herself, and she hadn’t heard the first Bridgette say it. <em><strong>“I hope it doesn’t make you uncomfortable.” </strong></em>She gestured back to her other self as the two of them stood side by side, each looking at Hana.<br><br><em><strong>“We are bohz me. We bozh were zehre… in comparative religions… We Bohz remember zah class.”</strong></em> It might have been hard for Hana to understand that Bridgette taught twice as many classes as a normal teacher, and by the end of the day, each of them had the memories of every lesson, and every student. Being in two places at once had many benefits. <em><strong>“I’m going to keep cooking,” </strong></em>Said the Summer dressed Bridgette.<br><br><strong>“We will talk.”</strong> The Bridgette in the black tank top said. The two versions of Bridges exchanged a look and a loving squeeze of their hands, almost like the two of them were a married couple. Then, they parted. The woman in the summer dress went back to the kitchen, and the woman in the tank top went to the dining room table. <strong>“Come, sit wihz me.”</strong> She sat down there. <strong>“I hope my accent isn’t too hard to understand.” </strong><br><br>The other Bridgette came in, passively carrying that cheese platter. <em><strong>“Here, I will leave zihs.”</strong></em> She set down the display of exotic french cheeses and grapes beside Hana.&nbsp; She scurried away again, back into the heat of the kitchen.<br><br><strong>“Help yourself.”</strong> Bridgette did so, taking a small chunk of blue stilton to her lips. She savored the harsh flavor, and closed her eyes as her tongue worked the cheese against her teeth. She swallowed and looked at Hana with a pleasant expression. <strong>“I asked zah professor if I could give zeh students wine. He said that one glass was ok. If you would like one now, and one later, wifz dinner, zat is ok. We can get you wine.” </strong><br><br><strong>“I hope everyzing is going well for you here. Are making friends?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuki92</strong> on <strong>03-04-2017, 01:07:22</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/5bf9f17db3b2ae501bc9deb15e1e9c2e/tumblr_onrm8vygIJ1s09iquo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wakana Hana<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridgett’s Room - her home<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Tuesday September 10th - 8:00 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bridgette Desjardins<br><strong>Content:</strong> Hana comes to Bridgett’s room to meet the invitation.<br><hr>It would be the first time someone had invited her to come to their room here. And this teacher, Ms. Bridgette had successfully made her feel a little bit more special. The comparative religions class earlier that day was the first time they’d met and after the class, she invited Hana to a dinner. She couldn’t say no and accepted it on the spot.<br><br>So, there she was right now, in the front of Bridgett’s door, feeling understandably nervous. After she took a deep breath, she knocked on the door, waiting for the host to show up. She wore a gray blouse, a white skirt and dark stockings covered her legs . Instead of her usual violin case, she brought a small box filled with tempura she cooked herself, she would feel bad if she had not brought anything there. Finally the host opened the door and the woman who stood there was so different with the one taught her in the class. This Ms. Bridgett was feeling more approachable, and her model like body made Hana envious. So, she smiled back and follow her inside. <br><br>Hana removed her shoes then arranged them facing the door, like she had usually done back in Japan. And it seemed now like there were other people there, and she was quite surprised when she saw another Ms. Bridgett, even though she had heard it before, but it was still confusing for her. She just smiled at both of them, didn’t know what to say to both. She was still looking at both of them curiously as she sat down on the chair. <br><br><strong>“Ah! I brought something. I… I don’t know how this would compare with your cooking, but I hope this would suit the dinner.”</strong>, Hana put the box she brought on the table, with a nervous smile on her lips. It was just another hobby of hers to cook, she wasn’t particularly good at it, but at least it wasn’t a disaster. <br><br>Even though sometime it was difficult to understand what Bridgett said, Hana still tried her best to understand it. <strong>“A… Alright.”</strong>, she took a handful of grape and savored the flavor in her mouth, slowly munching it. <strong>“It’s refreshing.”</strong>, she smiled her hand covering her mouth as she felt the juicy fruit explode in her mouth.<br><strong><br>“Everything is good… I guess. I don’t have many friend, but so far so good.”</strong>, she answered the question while averting her eyes away, nervous.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>03-04-2017, 10:37:03</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Mgosuzz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Bridgette Desjardins <br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridgett’s Room - her home<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Tusday September 10th - 8:00 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Wakana Hana<br><strong>Content:</strong> Bridgette and Bridge are cooking together when they hear the knock on the door. Bridgette goes to answet while Bridge continues prepping the meal.<br><hr>It was pleasant enough. Bridgette could sense a little bit of uneasiness from Hana as the girl sat down with the much taller, much older woman. But in this close setting, Bridgette was doing her best to ignore her powers, and just focus on the real human communication that she’d learned how to do. Bridgette had never heard the word ‘tempura’ before, or at least she didn’t remember it. She tried out the word in her mouth, <strong>“Tempuua” </strong>She had a bit of childish voice with words like this. The ‘r’ was very difficult for her to find. She tried it once or twice more, but laughed at herself and moved on. <strong>“I am no good.”</strong> Bridgette happily accepted the box and set it down beside the cheese platter. <strong>“I will try it now. I can call these, ‘hors d'oeuvre’ .”</strong> She was trying to be fun with the three languages in the room. <strong>“Americans call them 'appetizers'.”</strong> She scoffed a bit, <strong>"I do not like this word.” </strong><br><br>Bridgette stopped her French flavored ramblings as she brought some of Hana’s tempura to her lips, she paused before she took a bite. <strong>“It is shrimp, no?” </strong>She nodded and took a healthy bite. She was able to chew twice before her eyes rolled up, and she hummed. <strong>“Mmm!”</strong> She chewed and waved her hands in front of her mouth to show that she was, indeed, chewing.<br><br><strong>“C'est délicieux!” </strong>Bridgette couldn’t help herself, she rather liked food, and this ‘tempura’ had just become one of her favorite things. <strong>“Sorry.”</strong> Her hand went to her chest as she gathered herself. <strong>“Zhat is dilicious.”</strong> She nodded quickly and brought a napkin to her lips.<br><br><strong>“That’s good that you are enjoying your time here.”</strong> Bridgette wanted more tempura but she knew not to indulge too much too fast. <strong>“It took me two year to make friends when I got here. Well…”</strong> She thought, correcting herself, <strong>“it took a few weeks before I… talked to another person.” </strong>Her smile came suddenly, <strong>“So you’re doing good! And I enjoy your cooking!” </strong>Her giggle was joyful, and her smile was as honest as smiles came.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>03-04-2017, 18:29:50</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://cdn-img.instyle.com/sites/default/files/styles/684xflex/public/images/2010/wrn/082610-emma-lead-300.jpg?itok=mrfZhFtl)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918404#msg12918404)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, Sept. 13, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Abigail Krueger | Medusa, Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat (semi-CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Rahne is no longer having fun.<br><hr><br>Why were they doing this? Rahne just shook her head as both girls spoke about not letting this go, and about not wanting her to run from them. Wouldn't it just be easier if they pretended nothing had happened? She didn't want pity or an "oh woe is me" moment. She didn't want to go into her childhood with them, and how painful it had been, coming into the world by the acts of sin and evil, being declared a spawn of the devil and an agent of Hell. How try as she might she struggled to hold to the basic tenants of her faith, and stay true to it. She was an abomination and an attack on God's will and design--how could they possibly help her with that?<br><br>But Abigail took her hands again, pushing their books and papers back into the bed. The redhead still refused to look at the blonde. All she did was shake her head, not wanting to hear the compliments. Now that she was calming down, she was fully aware of the mess she had made with her overreaction. She just wanted it to go away...<br><br>"It's not important..." she muttered, looking at her lap as Abigail had her sit on the side of the bed with her. "The past is the past...We don't need to talk about it..." Sighing, she shook her head. Slowly pulling her hands from Abi's, she folded them in her lap, and took a breath. "It was...what Ah deserved, for all of my sins."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuki92</strong> on <strong>04-04-2017, 06:43:03</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/5bf9f17db3b2ae501bc9deb15e1e9c2e/tumblr_onrm8vygIJ1s09iquo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wakana Hana<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridgett’s Room - her home<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Tusday September 10th - 8:00 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bridgette Desjardins<br><strong>Content:</strong> Hana comes to Bridgett’s room to meet the invitation.<br><hr>Hana chuckled a little bit after hearing the woman in front of her try to say tempura. It was the first time her nervousness melted down, she felt much more relaxed now. She had struggled to say some english words too, and she could totally relate with that. Her face seemed much more relaxed, compared to when she had first shown up to Dinner.<br><br><strong>“Hoo....”,</strong> she tried to imitate the French word Ms. Bridgett said, but then she stopped in the middle, she wouldn’t be able to pronounce it for sure. <strong>“Alright, i’m sure i wouldn’t be able to spell it right.”</strong>, Hana smiled at her then stared at Ms. Bridgette. When her teacher started to chew her hand-made food, she was wondering if it suit her taste or not. Her eyes were locked on, time felt so slow, waiting for Ms.Bridgett to make a comment, any comment, she was ready to be criticized, she tried her best though. When Bridgette showed a reaction, Hana was half excited, and half unsure. To be certain, she asked,<strong> “How is it?”</strong> She rarely cooked for others and never cooked for a foreigner, so she always wondered whether their taste was the same or not. Some said that the taste buds of Japanese people and the taste buds of western people like Bridgette were different.<br><br>Hana was showing a face of relief and let out a sigh, <strong>“I’m glad if you like it.”,</strong> she smiled again at her teacher, she was feeling completely at ease around her. The student-teacher gap was gone just like that, she could see her as a friend instead of a teacher now. <strong>“Thanks, if you want, i can always make you some more.”</strong>, Hana smiled once again. <br><br><strong>“Eh, is that so? But you seems so friendly.”</strong>, Hana showed her interest in what Ms. Bridgett said, for her, she was quite easy to talk to, and it seemed impossible for it to have taken her that long; for her to talk to someone. So, she was wondering why.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>04-04-2017, 16:11:50</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ePci9FdpErM/U2O0PmcsmxI/AAAAAAAAGVo/8ouISpSoYmQ/s1600/hnt67_rr8l.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> His Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 11th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty<br><strong>Content:</strong> Compromise<br></span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; Kitty seemed so well put together. It was a surprise and a shame that her parents in her eyes seemed to be...far less open than she herself was. And the problem with that was parents forming a united front for the wrong thing tended to destroy their child's hope and trust in them. If they didn't accept Kitty for what she was, it'd destroy her. Thankfully, she had him. And the rest of the people at the school. Her second family to watch out for her if the worst did occur.<br><br>&nbsp;"I...I like to give the benefit of the doubt, but I also trust your word...surprisingly still," he teased with a bit of a joke about the whole sleeping around thing. It still stung a bit, and humor helped soften the bite. "Whatever happens. You still have me, though. I mean that, Katya." <br><br>He took a deep breath as she finally laid out what he'd assumed she was talking about but was afraid to try and confirm for his own. "The only thing I was uncomfortable with was you sleeping around behind my back. But...if you are saying you want me there. And you want me to join in...well know I still want <em>you</em>. But...I don't think it's wise for me to say no to this arrangement. Maybe I'll even make some new friends," he joked.<br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>05-04-2017, 00:48:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cdn03.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/page-sag/ellen-page-sag-awards-2008-04.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, Sept. 13, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Abigail Krueger | Medusa, Rahne Sinclair (semi-CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Containment of a freaked out werewolf<br><hr><br>Kitty was feeling bad. She hadn't meant to walk in on what was possibly a very sweet moment between Abi and Rahne. Later, she would have to have a discussion regarding what to do if the other was 'otherwise engaged'. Unfortunately what was done was done. Kitty wasn't Tess, she couldn't turn back time. A shame...she could really use Hourglass' powers at this very moment.<br><br>She stood there though as Rahne settled down next to Abi on the bed. Inside, Kitty wasn't feeling pity for Rahne. There wasn't a 'woe is me' moment. What she was feeling was dark, cold fury. It was growing in the pit of her stomach. Not at Rahne...she had a respect for the girls inner strength. No, it was for the people that hard-wired her in such a despicable manner. Kitty was obviously trying to restrain herself as she took slow, even breaths, her voice holding a slight quiver. There was something else going on with Kitty, perhaps...but that would have to wait for another time.<br><br><strong>"Rahne...you keep talking about your sin. What sin? The sin of being born? How is that a sin? You didn't ask to be born. You didn't ask to be a mutant. None of this was a decision you made. I'm no biblical expert, but I can't believe that a guy like Jesus...a man who hung out with thieves, murderers, and hookers...would suddenly look down upon someone with a genetic mutation!"</strong> Kitty's hands had lifted as she spoke, her voice rising. Suddenly, she caught herself, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. She knew she needed to calm down. This wasn't Rahne's fault, after all.<br><br>Sighing, Kitty moved in front of the redhead, and dropped down to her knees. Looking up to Rahne, hands settled gently upon Rahne's knees. <strong>"I didn't mean to raise my voice. I just...my anger isn't at you, Rahne. It's at the priest, and the ignorant people that caused you to feel this way. They were wrong. I've seen what these people are like, Rahne. They tried to kill me and our entire team a few days ago just for helping some pro-mutant protestors. Just like they attacked you, they attacked us. People who live here were hurt, some badly. Is our sin so horrible it's deserving of death?"</strong> <br><br>At such a close proximity, perhaps the two would be able to see the light scars that now marred Kity's features. She didn't hide them, though didn't try to bring attention to it. Where the glass had cut her face, the skin was paler than usual, some scars still a light red. After all, it had only been a few scant days ago. <strong>"You know what I think? I think these people have perverted Christs teachings. Am doing if they haven't, then to hell with him as well."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>05-04-2017, 01:01:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/8b/5c/7e/8b5c7e6342355d6d3e5435e2416bd1ad.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Colossus' Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 11th, evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Piotr<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Getting over a hurdle<br><hr><br>How had she gotten so lucky? His words soothed her, especially in regards to her parents. She wrapped arms around him, giving a gentle hug as she sighed softly. <strong>"I'm a lucky girl to have someone's like you in my life, Piotr...."</strong><br><br>As he joked about making new friends, a light giggle passed by her lips, cheeks flushing gently. <strong>"I'm sure it's possible. Though...can I ask a silly question? Does....does the idea of me with another woman....excite you?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>05-04-2017, 07:04:18</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/prettylittleliars/images/b/be/Ashley-benson-mobile-wallpaper.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20110721175302)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail Krueger (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, Sept. 13, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire, Kitty Pryde(semi-CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong> The mood takes a drastically different turn<br><hr><br>Abi, perhaps like all of them, had experience with suffering for what they were.&nbsp; But Rahne had clearly suffered more than Abi or Kitty had.&nbsp; Not only physically, but clearly emotionally as well.&nbsp; And when Rahne said something about deserving her scars for her sins, Abi felt a strong desire to kill the man who'd done that to her.&nbsp; But she also felt a desire to smack the girl for believing those words.&nbsp; Fortunately, before Abi could say or do anything of the sort, Kitty chimed in and got fired up in her words.&nbsp; Not only did it probably reach Rahne better than anything Abigail could've said, it was also said far better than what she would've said.<br><br>When Kitty dropped to her knees like that, it surprised Abi and also had her briefly flash back to the last time she'd seen Kitty on her knees.&nbsp; But now was definitely not the time for that line of thought and she was able to keep her focus.&nbsp; As Kitty mentioned the mission she'd been on, Abi's eyes looked up at the scars from the glass and felt bad that she hadn't been there to help.&nbsp; Not that she believe she could've helped much, but still it was the thought that she hoped counted.&nbsp; It wasn't until she was done talking that Abi would finally be ready to continue talking as well.<br><br><strong>"She's right, you know,"</strong> she said softly as she leaned her body against Rahne's back, hoping to offer some comfort to the girl, <strong>"People say we're a sin or monsters or any number of things, but when it comes down to it, they're always the ones that attack us.&nbsp; Shout foul things and try to hurt our hearts and minds and bodies.&nbsp; I may not have taken the bible to heart the way that you did, but I still remember the lessons.&nbsp; And wasn't one of them to love others as you love yourself?&nbsp; The bastard who did this to you clearly didn't take that lesson to heart, did he?"</strong>&nbsp; She carefully wrapped her arms around Rahne's waist and hugged her softly.<br><br><strong>"And you can see what those same types of people are still doing today.&nbsp; How many of the people at that protest were waving bibles around and shouting about God.&nbsp; And yet they hurt Kitty and that girl Blackout and several others.&nbsp; And they weren't there looking for a fight, but looking to help protect people that just wanted to show that they supported us and our rights as human beings."</strong>&nbsp; She paused for a moment as she just held Rahne and hoped that this was getting through to the girl.&nbsp; <strong>"I'll tell you one thing right now.&nbsp; If they're the normal people and you're the monster, then I'll take being a monster any day of the week.&nbsp; Because not one of those people would do what you've done for me.&nbsp; You're a special type of person, Rahne.&nbsp; And you deserve far better in life than what that bastard has you believing."</strong><br><br>She squeezed Rahne's waist softly as she just hoped that she and Kitty were getting through to Rahne.&nbsp; She didn't doubt for a second that Rahne was a very special girl and that she was someone that deserved better.&nbsp; She just hoped that Rahne would finally come to see that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>05-04-2017, 17:54:51</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://cdn-img.instyle.com/sites/default/files/styles/684xflex/public/images/2010/wrn/082610-emma-lead-300.jpg?itok=mrfZhFtl)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918404#msg12918404)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, Sept. 13, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Abigail Krueger | Medusa, Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat (semi-CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Rahne is no longer having fun.<br><hr><br>Rahne just sat where she was on the bed. Staring at her lap, refusing to look up as both girls tried to get through to her, it was left a mystery to what was going on in her head. Or, it was at least a mystery to the two in the room. Any invading physics would have an entirely different sensation from the young redhead, as her mind just spiraled down a mess of thoughts and feelings, all in conflict with one another. Closing her eyes, she just sighed softly, and shook her head at what both of the tried to say, invoking religious backing again. It might make sense to them, but they just didn't <em>get</em> it...They didn't understand the depth of the material they tried to use, the meanings they were skimming over. <br><br>She was a product of sin, and the reverend had raised her strictly, almost unfairly, to try and give her soul the best chance it would ever have to avoid walking the same path of her unknown parents. But time and again she stumbled...She failed test after test of faith. Lewd thoughts and forbidden desires of the touch of a woman, or women, and not to mention her pervasive corruption of God's image by being a mutant. A mutant that turned into a savage, dangerous wolf...Gone was the guise of humanity, she was little more than an animal.<br><br>No, the anti-mutant protesters weren't right either. But...<br><br>"Is their fear so horrible that they do?" she muttered softly in response to Kitty, as she implied the actions of the Brotherhood and other mutants hardly helped things any as well. Shaking her head again, she sighed, and tried to stand. The movement was defeated by a sudden hug from Abigail, though. Kitty tried to get through to her with an directed anger, trying to show her the blame was not with her, but those that had made her think the way she did. Abigail tried to help with comfort and concern, showing her that someone could care for even a monster like her...This was too much. She needed space.<br><br>"Ah...Ah should go...Please..." she said. Desite having briefly leaned into the blonde's embrace, she slowly tried to pull away and free herself. She was calm, if subdued. "Abi, Kitty...Thank you. But Ah just need some space to think...Um...I'll come back tomorrow to study, Ah guess, if y'want, but...Ah just want some time tonight..."<br><br>Standing slowly, she looked at the books, and then managed a slight smile to Abi.<br><br>"Ah want you to finish that worksheet though. Since we got...a wee bit interrupted..." Giving Kitty a hug then, she gathered the rest of her discarded clothes, and checked her appearance, before slipping to the door and leaving.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>07-04-2017, 17:46:18</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ePci9FdpErM/U2O0PmcsmxI/AAAAAAAAGVo/8ouISpSoYmQ/s1600/hnt67_rr8l.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> His Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 11th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty<br><strong>Content:</strong> Compromise<br></span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; When Kitty hugged him, there was nothing to do but sigh and hug her right back. It was a very quick step they'd just taken, but it felt like the rightest one considering she wanted to figure out this side of her, and he'd decided his want to be with her was stronger than anything. So he stayed, even with her having her fun...as now it meant he got to have fun too. And Kitty seemed absolutely fine with it since it was her idea, so he decided there was no reason to feel strange about it at all.<br><br>&nbsp;"Yes, yes you are," he joked and continued to hold her. "I'm lucky I still have you in mine." She asked finally if he was excited by the thought of her and another woman. What kind of man would say no? "Thinking about it...yes. To see you, and her, whoever she is exploring yourselves. I don't think any sane, straight man would say no to that. Especially when, after a bit...I get to explore you as well."<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>09-04-2017, 08:42:38</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/wsXZDwW.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Heather Donald, "Highlights" (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12949159#msg12949159)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rogue/Highlights Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 9th 2:00 am (night of the 8th) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Content:</strong> Heather returns from the bathroom, she has 1 RED bracelet on around her wrist (http://i.imgur.com/CWYbDIv.jpg)<br><strong>wearing:</strong> Adorable pajamas (http://i.imgur.com/Xam3gV1.jpg)<br><hr>Heather had started a new day about two hours before Rogue came up from the infirmary. She never really slept, so she did everything at the same time, she crossed a day from her calendar, she left an entry in her journal, she put a bracelet on if she’d been good, she took a shower, brushed her teeth, shaved her body, put on fresh makeup, and everything else. It was always at midnight exactly, she was bust and she didn’t have a lot of focus, but it always happened at the same time in a big group.<br><br>She’d been good that day, and she was wearing one red bracelet around her left wrist, it was decorative, and it jangled when she walked, like a collar for a kitten. Highlights was carrying her dirty clothes and her towel in her hands as she came down the hallway. She had a pair of wireless headphones stuck in her ears. ‘Hermitude’ (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTSJcpB9B0Y) was fairly loud in her ears, but silent to the outside world. She was about two minutes too late to have seen Remy in the corridor. Her hair was still wet from her shower, and she was dressed for bed. Even though she would do her best to stay up all night eating and studying.<br><br>She didn’t spend a lot of time thinking about the fight she had with Rogue, she thought about the beautiful night that they’d shared together before, and that motivated her to be more trustworthy. She wasn’t sure what she was doing anymore. She’d gone all day on the eighth clean, and so far, she was clean on the 9th too. But she didn’t really know what she was staying clean for. She wanted to go out and mess around with a few dozen different students around campus. But, she’d learned that the person she loved didn’t care. It wasn’t about resisting the urge, it was about having the urge. So, Heather couldn’t really fathom what Rogue was upset about. She only knew that Rogue was very mad. And when some one was that mad at Heather, she had trouble thinking about it at all.<br><br>She’d been in a haze for a few days now, just eating, and lusting, and being quiet in groups of people. She’d met a few new people, and she’d gone to hang out with different circles, but she was being distant. She didn’t even really know why. She didn’t want to blame it on her fight with Rogue, but anyone in the know would have full awareness of what Heather was going through. The rainbow-girl herself wasn’t keen enough to figure these problems out on her own. Ironically, she didn’t have enough concern about herself to define her behavior.<br><br>When she came in she turned the light on, left unaware that Rogue was ‘home’ yet. She was humming something, but it wasn’t a song, Heather didn’t exactly know how to keep up with the music she was listening to, so she hummed what she wanted to hum as it played. She dropped her clothes into the hamper and danced a bit to the explosively fast and aggressively formed electronic dance music in her ears. Fishing some school books and a notebook from her bag, waving her little white butt in the air as the song swelled up and down. <br><br>Once she’d gathered what she needed to study, she found her way around the room toward her bed. But something stopped her in her tracks. It wasn’t Rogue on the bed, it was the silk sheet on the floor. Then she noticed Rogue on the bed. She stopped humming and pulled the headphones from her ears. The song swelled loudly outward into the room as the speaker was exposed to the open air. It wasn’t loud in the room, but it was clearly audible. <strong>“Hey.”</strong><br><br>Heather was stunned. She pulled her phone out of the waistband of her pajamas and stopped the music.<strong> “I missed you.”</strong> She couldn’t stop herself from saying it, she didn’t realize what kind of emotions it would stir up in her. The flash image of her body collapsed onto the floor and crying came over her, and she fought it back as best as she could. <strong>“Are you ok? I heard badness from the others. I…” </strong>She felt like she had a lot more to say. But she didn’t want to overload Rogue, infact, she wanted to give the girl she loved some space, <strong>“You actually look like you’re trying to sleep, I’ll-”</strong> Heather looked around, aching in her brain when she realized she’d turned the light on and hummed, and danced, and dropped her laundry loudly. She spun and darted for the door, <strong>“I’ll get the light,” </strong>She was going for the light and reached out to flip it down. <br><br>In darkness, she turned and leaned against the door, afraid to talk again, she said something anyway, <strong>“Sorry about barging in like that. I-”</strong> Heather couldn’t seem to stop herself, she bit her lip and kept it there. She pulled at her clothes with her hands, and she pinched her eyes shut. She had to stop talking. She begged silently for Rogue to say something that she wasn’t talking over and interrupting.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>09-04-2017, 09:45:47</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Mgosuzz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Bridgette Desjardins <br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridgett’s Room - her home<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Tusday September 10th - 8:00 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Wakana Hana<br><strong>Content:</strong> Bridgette converses with Hana as she nibbles at the appetizers.<br><hr>There was something nice about being together with someone who was still learning English. Bridgette felt like she could relate to a lot of the problems that Hana was having with language. She could hear the missing syntax, and the confused terms. But, she didn’t bother to correct them, she knew what Hana was trying to say. It had taken a long time for Brigette to learn, ‘it doesn’t matter what is actually spoke, the intention is all that counts.’ Most people didn’t say what was really on their mind. Language was too slippery for that, and the human experience was too expansive to get it right all of time.<br><br>So, the native French woman was at ease, peaceful, and welcoming to the errors and the beautiful moments when she was absolutely correct.<br><strong><br>“Oui, eht’s antastih…”</strong> That was not language of any kind, she was still chewing. Bridgette covered her mouth embarrassed. She enjoyed the tempura as she worked it down with her busy mouth. Once she swallowed, she spoke behind her hand, <strong>“It is fantastic!”</strong> She glowed with some kind of pride,<strong> “Oiu, if only I knew how to cook like zis when I was youngehr”</strong> Bridgette would likely never get her ‘R’s right, ever.<br><br>When Hana offered to cook her more, she nodded while waving her hands back and forth. <strong>“Yes, and no!” </strong>She laughed openly, and went for another tempura. Bridgette took a while to enjoy this piece, closing her eyes and humming with delight. She swallowed again and explained herself, <strong>“Do not feel like you must cook for me.”</strong> She waved at Hana lovingly laying her hands on the girls knees, to show her friendly affection, <strong>“But, if you enjoy cooking them, I will eat them all up.”</strong><br><br>As Hana shifted in the conversation with her toward more serious matters, Bridgette reached for some cheese and nibbled at it carefully. It didn’t necessarily go with the food that Hana had brought, but it was close enough to enjoy them both in the same sitting.<br><br>She shifted in her seat a bit, and decided to put on a small display. <strong>“I used to be scary.”</strong> She put it plainly first. <strong>“See, I used to make myself look different to scare ozhehr people away. I did not like people very much at all.”</strong> She was leading to her display, <strong>“I can change myself, watch.”</strong> Bridgette had found an easy way to show off her power without scaring anyone that she was trying to show.<br><br><strong>“See, my arm. It is just an arm.”</strong> Bridgette lifted her mostly human arm in front of her and pointed to it. <strong>“Watch carefully. It is weird, but it does not hurt me.” </strong>Bridgette watched her own arm. Slowly, all of the faint hairs on her arm turned into feathers, and they grew in length. Her arm was covered in feathers between her wrist and her elbow. She moved her arm through the air a few times to show that it was no trick. <strong>“I can do zhat everhywherhe, and much more. I can have a beak, or red eyes. Or!”</strong> She paused, and a flower came from the side of her head, made from a single strand of her dark brunette hair.<br><strong><br>“I have learned to enjoy people, and I am not scary anymore. I am nice.”</strong> The flower on her head&nbsp; was a dark red rose. Bridgette reached up and plucked it. She offered it to Hana. It was alive, and real. The flower might as well have come from a garden. <br><strong><br>“You can keep zhat.”</strong> She offered a smile and continued to nibble on cheese.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>09-04-2017, 20:05:04</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://celebmafia.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/ashley-benson-2014-gq-men-of-the-year-party-in-los-angeles_1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail Krueger (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Thursday, Sept. 14, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918404#msg12918404)(CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Waiting for Rahne to arrive.<br><hr><br>Abigail moved around the room, making sure that things were the way they were supposed to be.&nbsp; Not that there was a ton of things for her to do, but she had shifted the beds around a bit to allow hers to have a better view of the computer that Kitty was kind enough to share with her.&nbsp; And speaking of Kitty, the two of them had talked and Abi had convinced her roommate to spend the night with Piotr and let her have the room for the evening.&nbsp; It would give her a chance to talk to Rahne and really, hopefully, get through to the girl and help her deal with the scars that had been revealed last night, both the physical and the emotional.<br><br>Last night had been fun for the most part with Abi getting questions right and Rahne ending up slowly starting to strip until she had been left in her bra and panties and Abi had wondered if Rahne would've gone further had Kitty not shown up when she did.&nbsp; That honest and innocent return to the dorm had resulted in the reveal of the scars on Rahne's back and the mental scaring that had come with it.&nbsp; Together, Abi was fairly sure her and Kitty had calmed the girl enough not to lose it, but that wasn't enough for Abi.&nbsp; Even though she'd only known Rahne for a short time, there was no doubt that Rahne was a wonderful and sweet girl and had deserved far better than what had clearly happened to her.<br><br>Now Abi knew that you couldn't change the past.&nbsp; She couldn't fix the scars on Rahne's body.&nbsp; But what she could do was try to help Rahne deal with the emotional scars that she still carried and help her to find herself outside of the horrible events that she'd gone through.&nbsp; And that was what tonight would be about, even though Rahne still believed that the focus would be on studying.&nbsp; But Abigail had different ideas.&nbsp; Having gotten her hands on a bottle of wine and a pair of glasses, she had found a couple of movies that she thought Rahne might enjoy for them to watch and she fully intended for her and Rahne to hang out, drink wine, eat snacks, watch movies, and just talk about things.&nbsp; It wouldn't fix everything right away, but it would be a starting point and show Rahne that Abi didn't care about her scars.<br><br>Abi hoped that if at least one person could prove to Rahne that her scars didn't matter, then it would help her to learn to believe the same.&nbsp; However, she had no idea if it would work or not and she actually found herself very nervous about the upcoming 'study' session.&nbsp; But she wouldn't let it show.&nbsp; Instead, she could do her best to show Rahne that same relaxed and smiling girl that she normally was.&nbsp; Checking the clock, she realized that it was just about time for Rahne to arrive, so she moved closer to the door, ready to open it when the other girl knocked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuki92</strong> on <strong>10-04-2017, 08:30:08</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/5bf9f17db3b2ae501bc9deb15e1e9c2e/tumblr_onrm8vygIJ1s09iquo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wakana Hana<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridgett’s Room - her home<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Tusday September 10th - 8:00 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bridgette Desjardins<br><strong>Content:</strong> Hana is awed by Miss Bridgett’s power.<br><hr>Hana was looking at the woman in front of her with full interest, she was interesting and kind. Even though she still needed to concentrate more since her english was a little bit different, but Hana tried her best to understand it.<br><br><strong>“Miss, you can chew it slowly before talking. The food won’t go anywhere.”</strong>, Hana tried to stop her teacher from eating while talking, with an awkward smile on her face. But she was really glad that someone would really enjoy her cooking that much.<br><br><strong>“Ah… Maybe I can sell it, so everyone can enjoy it.”</strong>, Hana whispered to herself as soon as that idea came into her mind, but she quickly changed the topic before Bridgette could respond to it.<br><br>Hana was staring when Bridgette ate the cheese, she didn’t know that cheese could be eaten together with a tempura, but she didn’t want to comment on it, maybe it was how she usually eat it anyway. <br><br>Hana was simply amazed by Bridgette’s display of power, it felt unreal, Hana’s eyes weren’t blinking when her teacher’s arms changed. It was cool since it could be controlled. Then Bridgett also gave her a dark red rose from out of nowhere. She was simply amazed by everything she could do. She accepted the flower, and checked it, it was real.<br><br><strong>“I… It’s amazing.”,</strong> Hana couldn’t do much else but to be amazed at everything her teacher had done. Then she started to comparing it to her own power, there was nothing fancy with her power, and she couldn’t feel it herself, so she didn’t really know about how people would affected by her. <strong>“I… I didn’t even know how to fully using my power.”</strong>, she smiled at Bridgette, with a slight expression of sadness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>12-04-2017, 23:53:28</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/7a037728479dd70fc70f201b7105ea6d/tumblr_o4e7vnioqC1sc9tx5o1_500.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918404#msg12918404)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Thursday, Sept. 14, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Abigail Krueger | Medusa (CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Rahne is trying to get back into the groove of things.<br><hr><br>She had almost cancelled the study night. Sitting in her room, books on her lap, her phone had been out and everything. Of course, that was when Rahne had realized that she didn't have Abigail's phone number. If she wanted to cancel, she would have had to text or call Kitty to relay the message to her roommate, and that ordeal had seemed...<br><br>...Well, not worth it.<br><br>Certain that one or the other would fight her decision, and think something was wrong after how their night the night before had gone, Rahne had taken a breath and decided to try and be normal. Or, as normal as she ever was. She didn't want either girl fretting or fussing over her, even if she was still feeling a bit off center from the mess she had caused with her overreaction to Kitty walking in on her in her underwear. And both girls seeing her scars on her back. She hated that it had happened--she never should have reacted the way that she had.&nbsp; But, what happened had happened. Putting her phone away, she sighed, and picked up her books and left her room. <br><br>Dressed much more conservatively tonight than she had last night, with just a simple sweater over a white shirt, and blue jeans, she was soon at Abi's door. With a breath, she knocked--and didn't expect the door to open so quickly. She squeaked in surprise, jumping some as she was startled.<br><br>"Oh! That was...fast," she said with a nervous chuckle. Not even thinking that Abi could have been waiting for her, she hummed. "Were...you headin' out tonight? If you're busy, Ah guess we can postpone tonight, you've been doing really well this week anyway..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>13-04-2017, 00:11:46</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.ohlalamag.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Screen-Shot-2015-04-23-at-12.12.09-PM.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Remy LeBeau | Gambit (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13083581#msg13083581)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Domino's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, late night/early morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Neena Thurman | Domino, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Woken up by screaming, he begrudgingly gets up to investigate.<br><hr><br>Gambit just flashed Domino a charming grin when she recalled his name. So she had been paying attention. That, or she was merely one very lucky guesser. But no one's luck was that good--not even his. Nodding at her, he just followed her inside the room, glancing around the space. No second bed, so no roommate...Though, he felt like he already knew that. Xavier wouldn't put a potentially dangerous student up with someone else, not if she was fresh out of prison. That was probably why she was so close to the faculty rooms.<br><br>Taking note of any specific details about her room, if there was a mess or any personal effects on display, or any signs of some nightly lover trying to hide from a surprise visit by a teacher, his red and black eyes slowly shifted back to her. He grinned at seeing her splay herself across the bed, chuckling as she made a coy comment about being the only one in it. <br><br>Oh, this could go so, so wrong...<br><br>"So I see..." he hummed, grabbing the chair at her desk for now. Spinning it around, the back of the chair facing her, he sat in it so his chest was to the back of the chair, crossing his arms over the top of it as he looked at her. Out of habit, a deck of cards appeared in his hands, pulled from some hiding place on his body, and he started to shuffle them. "So, Neena...Doh-me-no..." he hummed, stressing her codename with his accent, "Why don' you tell Remy about yourself? Since you had to go and pull him from a very warm bed..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>13-04-2017, 22:25:33</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://celebmafia.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/ashley-benson-2014-gq-men-of-the-year-party-in-los-angeles_1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail Krueger (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Thursday, Sept. 14, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918404#msg12918404)(CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Is relieved that Rahne is here.<br><hr><br>Abi was on pins and needles as she waited for Rahne to arrive.&nbsp; So much so that she opened the door after the first knock had barely had a chance to hit the door.&nbsp; Seeing Rahne there made her smile.&nbsp; The girl was much more modestly dressed, as if trying to hide her scars even more despite the fact that they had been on full display the night before.&nbsp; As Rahne spoke, she just giggled and pulled the girl into the room, closing the door behind them.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm not going anywhere,"</strong> she said, <strong>"I was just waiting for you, that's all."</strong>&nbsp; She smiled as she immediately enveloped the girl in a firm, but soft hug, releasing it after a couple of seconds to try to avoid making Rahne uncomfortable.<br><br><strong>"So listen, I'm sorry about last night,"</strong> Abi said softly, <strong>"I didn't mean for you to be put in such a compromising situation.&nbsp; But that said, I don't regret getting there and what I've seen doesn't change anything about how I see you."</strong>&nbsp; These words came out of her mouth very rapidly as if she was struggling to get them all out before Rahne had much of a chance to react.&nbsp; It was clear that she was actually very nervous, which was something that normally couldn't be associated with her.&nbsp; But she was nervous and just wanted this to go over well.<br><br>Once that was out, she was able to take a deep breath and smile at Rahne, hoping that the girl understood where she was coming from.&nbsp; <strong>"Anyway, I decided that we're not going to be studying tonight,"</strong> she said, <strong>"Instead, we're going to hang out and watch a movie, just the two of us.&nbsp; Kitty already promised that she was going to stay away tonight and give us a chance to just chill out and kinda come to terms with stuff.&nbsp; I've got snacks and drinks and a couple of movies to pick from.&nbsp; We can always pick up studying tomorrow, but tonight I just don't feel like either of us is really up to it.&nbsp; Ok?"</strong><br><br>Having said her piece, she looked at Rahne, hopeful that the girl wasn't going to attempt to bail out on the situation.&nbsp; After all, things had been really uncomfortable last night and Abi was sure she could still feel some tension from it.&nbsp; And that's what she was hoping to eliminate tonight, but only if Rahne agreed to stay.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>14-04-2017, 03:25:13</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Mgosuzz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Bridgette Desjardins <br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridgett’s Room - her home<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Tusday September 10th - 8:00 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Wakana Hana<br><strong>Content:</strong> Bridgette converses with Hana about cooking tempura for the school as well as her own manners. She mentions powers but sort of glosses over them.<br><hr>Bridgette seemed to nod along, she was still nibbling at cheese, and popping grapes into her mouth as she listened. Bridgette loved to eat, and the flavors of grapes and cheese together were so powerful, that her hands were feeding her almost without her permission.<br><br>She finished chewing and swallowed, <strong>“You are right. I was too excited.”</strong> She smiled and continued, <strong>“It is interesting, being zhe way zhat we are.” </strong>She had waited until Hana had come to that natural resting point after talking about powers. <strong>“Almost no one understood zheir powers at first. It takes time to... <em>figure zhem out</em>.” </strong><br><br>Bridgette reached for another tempura but she stopped herself. <br><br>She felt like she might have been spoiling her appetite. The sample of tempura, and the cheese plate together were almost filling her tiny ‘bird’ stomach. Bridgette ate like a bird, little meals, all day long. Her body digested quickly, it was part of her mutation. But she was certainly feeling impolite. She gestured in front of her as if she were folding a hand of cards.<em> ‘I’m done,’</em> seemed to be what the look on her face said, lighthearted and airy, like some actress from the 1930’s.<strong> “I apologize. I was excited by your delicious offering.” </strong>She couldn’t seem to stop herself from smiling, she was so charmed by Hana. <strong>“I usually have much more appropriate etiquette.” - “I promise.”</strong><br><br>Beta suddenly squeaked from the kitchen,<strong> “merde! Absolument pas! Merde merde merde!!”</strong> She was cursing rather loudly in French, but muffled. Her mouth sounded full. She’d sampled some of the food as it came out of the oven. It was an unfortunate coincidence of timing that Bridgette had just said that she was usually more polite.<br><br><strong>“I swear…” </strong>Bridgette offered a gentle look as she seemed to be apologizing for her other self cursing up a storm in the kitchen. Beta could be seen fanning at her face as she struggled to keep the food in her mouth through the space between the cabinets. Bridgette made eye contact with her. Beta slinked away deeper into the kitchen to handle her business.<br><br><strong>“But um…”</strong> She gathered her thoughts. <strong>“About making the ‘tenpua’ for everyone here. Students are expected to do chores around the mansion to keep every-sing working well. I’m sure your talents will be appreciated in the kitchen. You can earn your stay here like zhat! ‘Tenpua’ on zah menu at zah cafeteria would make a lot of people happy.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>14-04-2017, 09:03:17</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/23/59/1f/23591fbefaf396b58d40bc5c2094225c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Neena Thurman | Domino<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her own room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, late night/early morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Remy LeBeau | Gambit, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Handling the door<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> pajamas (http://images.motorcycle-usa.com/photogallerys/2013-Thor-Motocross-Womens-Short-Pajamas.jpg)<br><hr><br>There wasn't a whole lot too the room. Seeing as Neena had been there for all of 24 hours, and she had come from prison to boot, she didn't have a whole lot of worldly possessions. The only thing she had were the few bits of clothes she had had in her backpack when she was captured. No family photos, and completely bare walls. And now, Domino had the pleasure of having a man in her room, looking over her scantily-clad form.<br><br>Lucky her,<br><br>Her gaze flickered to the deck of cards which had seemingly appeared by magic into his hand, before that ice blue gaze shifted back to his face. The question about herself was shrugged off. She wasn't a fan of talking about her past. Dare she make it up? Doubtful it would work. If he was a teacher, he had probably read st least a bit of her file, and would be able to pick up on a lie.<br><br><strong>"Well..."</strong> She began, her left hand lifting, fingers lightly trailing through long brown locks which teased over her pert breast. <strong>"I came here from Rikers....government experiment gone bad, and all that. Didn't grow up with parents, just lessons. Guess you could say I'm one of the few mutants that earned a jail sentence."</strong> a shoulder rolled in the form of a non-committal shrug. She didn't really seem like talking about herself. Especially with the memory of her dream so fresh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>16-04-2017, 11:28:55</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/4/49/Orlando-bloom-hair-hairstyles-formen-blogspot-com-orlando5.jpg/421px-Orlando-bloom-hair-hairstyles-formen-blogspot-com-orlando5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kurt Darkhölme<br><strong>Location:</strong> in his room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 16th of September, 12'ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tessa "Tess" Cantrell<br><strong>Content:</strong> Waiting for Tess<br><hr><br>Kurt walked about in his room in his human shape, save for his eyes, which had their demonic yellow colour even now, as he was talking to the little bamf that sat on the desk, giving it instructions to another, kept in stasis at the Interpol, New York field office. The Bamf's usually had a time limit, but one of the office workers in the New York field office, a young woman, had the power to put organic beings in a state of willing stasis. This allowed Kurt to, if necessary, escape the Xavier Mansion instantly, should something happen that would put him in danger. The bamfs could move to any other of their kind on the same plane of existence, just as Kurt could. He smiled softly as the little demon spoke to him, laughing maniacally before telelporting, at which point Kurt's eyes returned to their normal human colour. <br><br>He was expecting company, the professor had asked him to talk to a student, who had powers similar to some Kurt had encountered before, though with much worse side-effects it seemed, making training apparently impossible. Kurt knew all too well of consequence of using his powers, as he had, during his early training, often passed out from the initial strain of the teleportation, now however, that only occurred over long distances. He looked at his desk, where two pictures stood side by side. One showed a happy family, standing by a stone brick house, Kurt blue fur and all, next to two happy looking people. The other, was of a blue furred little baby Kurt, held in his biological mother's arms, with his red skinned father standing behind her, looking down at him. He had gotten this, not from Mystique or from Azazel, but in a package, sent anonymously to him after he came to the mansion. He flipped them both around, so they faced the wall. <br><br>His blue furred form was still a secret to most of the students, and he didn't want to scare Tessa away right away. No, it was much better this way. The professor had spoken of similar problems between Tessa and Kurt, but Kurt honestly did not see much in the way of similarities between them, at least not on surface, though he might find out once their meeting progressed. Kurt sighed and at down on one of the two chairs in the room, sighing a bit to himself as he heard footsteps in the hallway outside
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>16-04-2017, 19:20:50</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/7a037728479dd70fc70f201b7105ea6d/tumblr_o4e7vnioqC1sc9tx5o1_500.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918404#msg12918404)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Thursday, Sept. 14, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Abigail Krueger | Medusa (CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Rahne is trying to get back into the groove of things.<br><hr><br>"Oh...You sure?" Rahne hummed, not entirely convinced that Abigail had just casually been waiting for her. Before she could really voice much of her suspicions, though, the girl was stepping close, pulling her into a brief yet firm hug. With her arms crossed over her chest holding their books, she couldn't return it--her cheeks flushed red as she gasped softly. She didn't pull away at least, even if she was blushing a bit deeply when Abi pulled away.<br><br>At least she knew Abi wasn't upset with her.<br><br>Something the girl softly started to explain, rapidly, as they walked into the room. Just setting the books down on the bed, she didn't say anything. It wasn't the blonde's fault that she had been in such a situation. Well, it was partly her fault. But blame lied with herself as well. She never should have agreed to the stripping thing. But she didn't want to talk about the matter, either, so just shrugged.<br><br>"It's okay...Can we just not talk about it?" she said softly, before looking up sharply in surprise. "No studying? But...That's what Ah'm here tae do..." The idea of changing their plan again left her a bit nervous. After all, look at what had happened the last time. But...Well...It had been a rough last few weeks for her. Maybe a chance to relax and take it easy would be nice. Not to mention, Abi was right, she really didn't quite feel up for it today. She had been planning on cancelling, after all. "One movie...won't be bad, Ah guess. What do you have?" Offering Abi a soft smile, she just sat down on the edge of one of the beds. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>16-04-2017, 20:33:11</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://celebmafia.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/ashley-benson-2014-gq-men-of-the-year-party-in-los-angeles_1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail Krueger (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Thursday, Sept. 14, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918404#msg12918404)(CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Is relieved that Rahne is here.<br><hr><br>She had been in such a hurry to hug Rahne that she hadn't let the girl put down her books, which made her blush a little when she realized it.&nbsp; But she had just been happy that she showed up that Abi couldn't help herself.&nbsp; Once she got her words out, she looked at Rahne and was glad when she didn't take off right away, which was something she knew could've happened.&nbsp; But when Rahne asked that they not talk about what had happened, she nodded.&nbsp; She didn't plan on it staying that way, of course, but she would mind her tongue for at least a little while if it helped get Rahne more relaxed and willing to hang around.<br><br>Then when she mentioned not studying, Rahne seemed thrown off for a bit and she didn't blame the girl.&nbsp; Studying was technically the reason they were supposed to be getting together, but Abi didn't think either of them would've been able to focus on that right now.&nbsp; So she was glad when Rahne agreed to a movie and asked what she had.&nbsp; Abi smiled and took the girl's hand before guiding her over to the laptop where she had the movie list pulled up.&nbsp; There were a lot of possibilities, many of them good.&nbsp; So she decided that she'd let Rahne make a selection so as to make things easier on the girl and allow her to feel comfortable with whatever movie they ended up watching.<br><br><strong>"Well we have a lot of choices,"</strong> she said, <strong>"Kitty and I gathered up a pretty impressive selection.&nbsp; Why don't you pick one and then we'll kick back on the bed there with some snacks and drinks and just relax."</strong>&nbsp; She smiled as she looked over at Rahne, not realizing that she hadn't let go of the other girl's hand and seemed to be more than happy to keep it that way unless Rahne tried to pull away from her.&nbsp; <strong>"So what are you thinking?&nbsp; Action?&nbsp; Horror?&nbsp; Comedy?&nbsp; Or are you more of a romantic girl?"</strong>&nbsp; She giggled playfully as she waited for Rahne to make a decision.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>17-04-2017, 20:25:18</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/7a037728479dd70fc70f201b7105ea6d/tumblr_o4e7vnioqC1sc9tx5o1_500.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918404#msg12918404)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Thursday, Sept. 14, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Abigail Krueger | Medusa (CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Rahne is trying to get back into the groove of things.<br><hr><br>Rahne blushed as Abi took her hand, pulling her up from where she had decided to sit on the bed and guide her over to the desk where a laptop was set up. The blonde's hand was soft and warm in her own, and briefly, it made her think about how the day before had gone before Kitty walked in. The was she had been looking at her, all but licking her lips as piece by piece of clothing was removed from her body. What would have happened, if Kitty had never walked in?<br><br>Probably nothing. But, still...Her crush on the girl she had known for not even a week was still there. <br><br>So it was just with a slight bit of reluctance that, after letting it linger, she pulled her hand from Abi's grip gently, so that she could use the computer. With no idea of what she wanted to watch, she just scanned over the list. Horror was ruled out right away. And she wasn't exactly feeling up for something with&nbsp; a lot of tension and suspense. Definitely no explosions...<br><br>"Hmm..." she hummed, before finally settling on one. "How about this one? Seems like a nice one..." Picking a recently released romantic comedy, she glanced to Abi, looking for her reaction in case she needed to pick something else. It was of the cheesier type of romance, sappy and sweet...But Rahne liked sappy and sweet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>17-04-2017, 23:21:53</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://celebmafia.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/ashley-benson-2014-gq-men-of-the-year-party-in-los-angeles_1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail Krueger (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Thursday, Sept. 14, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918404#msg12918404)(CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Is relieved that Rahne is here.<br><hr><br>Abi felt the reluctance when Rahne took her hand away from Abi's grip and somehow that made her feel really good.&nbsp; The fact that she was willing to still touch Abi after all that had happened last night made her feel that not all was lost.&nbsp; So Abi didn't push or press as she let Rahne scroll through the movie options, of which there were plenty.&nbsp; And she definitely noticed how horror wasn't given so much as a glance, which was a slight disappointment as she loved horror flicks.&nbsp; But then again, perhaps a horror movie wasn't the best sort of film for the night given the situation.&nbsp; So she didn't say anything at all, but just waited for Rahne to make her selection.<br><br>Once the choice was made, she looked at the title.&nbsp; It was a fairly new movie and was one of those romantic comedies that had been all the rage in the last few years.&nbsp; She wasn't especially keen on them, but she didn't mind them either.&nbsp; So with that in mind, she nodded when Rahne asked if it would be acceptable to watch the movie.&nbsp; <strong>"Sure, we can watch that one,"</strong> Abi said, <strong>"I've actually heard that it's pretty good.&nbsp; Hopefully it is or we might have to start another movie partway through and spend even more time together."</strong><br><br>The last part was followed by a playful wink as she knew that she wouldn't mind Rahne spending more time with her if possible.&nbsp; Abi was, oddly enough, feeling a bit of attachment to the beautiful little Scot and wanted that to continue.&nbsp; Not to mention, she had been very eager to see how far last night would've gone if not for Kitty showing up.&nbsp; Would Rahne have taken the rest off if Abi had been successful?&nbsp; That question had made her ponder things between them and she couldn't, and wouldn't, deny an attraction between them.&nbsp; And she was sure Rahne felt it too, even if the girl wasn't as willing to explore it.<br><br>Starting the movie, she made sure to set it to full screen before moving to the bed and sitting down on it, using a nearby switch to dim the lights.&nbsp; <strong>"Come here and sit down,"</strong> she said, <strong>"I have a little treat for us.&nbsp; I swiped it for the cabinet earlier today.&nbsp; I doubt anyone will care."</strong>&nbsp; She grinned as she revealed a bottle of wine and a pair of glasses.&nbsp; Still smiling, she would pour them each a glass without a second thought and regardless of any sort of protest from Rahne.&nbsp; They were going to drink the bottle.&nbsp; Abi was determined to have that happen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>18-04-2017, 14:33:04</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/7a037728479dd70fc70f201b7105ea6d/tumblr_o4e7vnioqC1sc9tx5o1_500.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918404#msg12918404)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Thursday, Sept. 14, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Abigail Krueger | Medusa (CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Rahne is trying to get back into the groove of things.<br><hr><br>Rahne liked to think she was good at reading people. Whether she was or not was left open for debate. But she'd watched for Abigail's reaction to the movie, and seeing her not respond much at all about it...This night wasn't going to go well, was it? Unless that was the blonde's plan, as she teased her about needing to possibly stop the movie and start another once, making the two of them spend more time together. <br><br>"Is tha' your plan?" she accused, her tone soft and light, a gentle smile on her lips. It was a risky plan, for sure, but...What harm was there in trying this again? She knew she should say no and stop this. It was wrong to think the things she thought about Abi, or any other girl. But how couldn't she like the blonde? Despite their shaky first meeting they had been getting along greatly. She was pretty certain Abi had been legitimately flirting with her, and not just simple, meaningless teasing. Unless she was just projecting again...<br><br>Sighing, she shook her head, before being pulled back into the moment by the blonde. Walking over to the bed that Abi was on, she sat down on the edge, keeping a modest distance between the two of them, before her eyes widened slightly at the sight of the wine.<br><br>"Abi, Ah'm not old enough to drink here," she protested, shaking her head slightly even as the wine glass was put in her hand. At home she might have been, but she knew in America the drinking age was twenty-one. "Ah don't want to get you in trouble...Ah'm sure tha' someone will notice, they watch this stuff..." She didn't set the glass down, though, not yet. Probably due to Abi's carefree attitude out it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>18-04-2017, 16:02:42</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://imstars.aufeminin.com/stars/fan/eliza-dushku/eliza-dushku-20050818-63159.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rogue/Highlights Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 9th 2:00 am (night of the 8th) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rogue is deprived of a quiet night of sleep.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> See image.<br><hr><br>Of course the lights would click on.<br><br>With a soft groan, Rogue just rolled over, planting her face down on the mattress and pulled a pillow over her head. Well, this was just her luck. When she had walked in and there was no sign of Heather or one of the girl's lovers, she'd figured she had lucked out. The girl would be off in someone else's bed for the night, and she could sleep undisturbed. Apparently that wasn't going to be the case, though. <br><br>A part of Rogue knew that she was holding a grudge for excessively long, and taking things a bit ridiculous of a length over this. She had known Heather's reputation when they'd been moved in together. A nymphomaniac that couldn't control herself, she should have known the danger and foolishness of entertaining any idea the girl had said. But those sweet nothings, the careful touches through clothing, and that one amazing night...Was it really so wrong to want someone to be close to, in a life where she was doomed to never touch another living being? But expecting that she had actually meant something more to the girl had been foolish and then some. She hadn't even been worth the ending of Heather's bracelet streak. <br><br>"Hng..." was the only groaned response Heather got at first. The statement of missing her went ignored, as Rogue had to bite her tongue about the other girl likely having had no shortage of people to keep her company in the meantime, as she really just wanted to sleep. The light thankfully clicked back off. Now she just had to get Heather to be quiet. "I'm fine, it's mostly healed. I'm tired...Stop apologizing. It's your room." Rolling in the bed, she put her back to Heather, though she stayed curled up. The pain from her injuries was a bit evident in her voice yet, tried as she might to hide it. <br><br>"Just not so loud...I'll be out of your hair in a few hours...Sleep..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>18-04-2017, 23:36:02</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kurt's room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 16th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kurt<br><strong>Content:</strong> Not sure what this is about<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (http://tudocommoda.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/vestido-curto-e-coturno.jpg) with black and white Converse sneakers (instead of boots)<br><hr><br>Hourglass, as she preferred to be called by now, had transformed a good amount since coming to this school; It had only been about a month, but she was eager to leave her past behind. Unfortunately,<br>it wasn't a simple task to accomplish when markings on your body told stories of your past. She wished she could just have changed her name and changed her look and that would be it, but it, sadly, was not the case. And while she had gotten brave enough to stop wearing her gloves all the time, she still had fears of people seeing her completely stripped of anything to hide her scars. They would point and laugh and call her hideous...Or at least that's how it always went in her mind. It was difficult being surrounded by such attractive people and being someone who felt like she had to constantly hide half her face just to make sure she stood a chance.<br><br>When she was asked to meet with Kurt Darkhölme, she had no idea what it was about. She couldn't have gotten herself into trouble, could she? No, she hadn't done anything wrong. Tessa was a mostly quiet girl who tended to keep to herself and not get into trouble. So, what was this about? There was no telling what it was, especially in a school like this.<br><br>She decided to go meet with him, at least to find out what this was about. Walking the halls, she carried nothing but her sketchpad, a notebook, and her pencil case, which was mostly filled with colorful pens. She tended to carry her drawing materials around a lot when it was a nice day out, and this was one of those days. Hopefully she wouldn't be stuck in this meeting for too long. She hoped that she could be in and out after explaining any misunderstandings there may have been so she could grab some lunch and eat outside to enjoy the beautiful weather and do some sketching.<br><br>As she walked the halls, she occasionally couldn't help but glance down to the room number she had written down on a page in her notebook. She had yet been to any of the teachers' rooms, so she didn't know them well at all. Her blue-gray eyes read each door number as she passed it before coming to the room that she had been told. She stopped outside the door and bit the inside of her cheek as she contemplated leaving, but she didn't. She would probably just make things worse on her if she really was in trouble. So, after a moment's hesitation, she stepped closer to the door and knocked lightly.<br><br><strong>"Mr. Darkhölme? It's Hourglass. I believe we have a meeting?"</strong> she announced herself through the door, though she hoped that he wouldn't answer. The Professor hadn't told her anything about Kurt and she didn't know what he looked like or anything. Was he even a teacher? Maybe he was a counselor? She had no idea what to expect on the other side of that door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>18-04-2017, 23:47:04</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://celebmafia.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/ashley-benson-2014-gq-men-of-the-year-party-in-los-angeles_1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail Krueger (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Thursday, Sept. 14, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918404#msg12918404)(CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Is relieved that Rahne is here.<br><hr><br>Abigail just grinned when asked if having to switch the movie partway through it in order to extend their time together.&nbsp; <strong>"Maybe,"</strong> she teased, <strong>"I suppose that it all depended on how cozy we got by then."</strong>&nbsp; Another playful wink accompanied her comment.&nbsp; There was no doubt in her mind that Rahne was interested in her, just as there was no doubt that she was interested in Rahne.&nbsp; However, Abi was well aware of the effect the girl's upbringing was having on her and had decided that she would try to just carefully ease into such matters with the Scot, that way she wasn't spooked away again.&nbsp; That was something that Abi definitely didn't want to see happen and would do her best to prevent such a thing.<br><br>By this point, Rahne could be certain that Abigail was flirting with her and it wasn't just her imagination.&nbsp; When Rahne sat down, she was careful to keep some distance between them, but Abi almost immediately closed a bit of that gap by shifting a bit closer, almost as if making it clear that she didn't like the amount of distance between them.&nbsp; She truly hoped that Rahne would decide to join her in closing the gap as she poured the wine for them.&nbsp; Technically she shouldn't be drinking it either for various reasons, but she was ignoring them in favor of having a good night with Rahne and helping the girl let her hair down.<br><br>When Rahne pointed out that she wasn't old enough to drink here, Abi just giggled.&nbsp; <strong>"And neither am I, but that's not stopping me,"</strong> she said as she took a sip from her glass, <strong>"Come on, Rahne, no one is going to notice or care that a couple of girls took one bottle of wine.&nbsp; Two or three, I could see the problem, but not one.&nbsp; And besides, the worst that'll happen is I'll get a scolding by the Professor.&nbsp; I'm willing to risk that.&nbsp; Now just take a sip, relax, and let's just enjoy the evening, hmmm?"</strong>&nbsp; She smiled lightly as she took another sip of her glass.&nbsp; It was probably true that she could get in trouble for taking the wine, but she didn't really care about that.&nbsp; Never really had when it came to taking things she wanted, if she was honest.<br><br>Still smiling, she would lean back against the headboard of the bed and start to watch the movie.&nbsp; Or at least that was the impression she wanted to give.&nbsp; In reality, she was watching Rahne, waiting for the girl to start to relax a bit.&nbsp; Once that happened, Abigail would continue to close the gap between them bit by bit until they were sitting shoulder to shoulder and she found herself resting her head on Rahne's.&nbsp; Now and again, she would sip at her wine and try to prompt Rahne to do the same if she could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>20-04-2017, 23:15:26</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/4/49/Orlando-bloom-hair-hairstyles-formen-blogspot-com-orlando5.jpg/421px-Orlando-bloom-hair-hairstyles-formen-blogspot-com-orlando5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kurt Darkhölme<br><strong>Location:</strong> in his room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 16th of September, 12'ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tessa "Tess" Cantrell<br><strong>Content:</strong> Greeting Hourglass<br><hr><br>Kurt smiled happily as he looked around the room, satisfied with the state of his room. He stepped forward, then realized he still had his tail out. Sighing to himself he focussed and the tail disappeared into him, the transformation making a sound reminiscent of rice running down the side of a plastic bowl. He smiled softly to himself, and then proceeded to walk over to the door, gripping the handle as he heard her speak. He heard her call Mr. Darkhölme and he croaked as he laughed and coughed in embarrassment at the same time. He blushed a bit as he looked at her "<strong>Please, Nightcrawler, it's my mutant name</strong>" he said as he stood up "<strong>Besides, Mr. is way too formal for me, if you have to call me anything but Nightcrawler, call me Kurt</strong>" he said as he gestured inward into the room "<strong>Please, come in</strong>" he said in his thick German accent. He wore a plain white shirt that looked to be a size or two too large, the same as his jeans. <br><br>He gestured for the two empty chairs as he closed the door behind her "Y<strong>ou must be wondering why you are here, I assure you, it's nothing bad, actually, I was curious about you and asked the Professor to arrange a meeting. You see, I am here as a liaison from Interpol's mutant taskforce. Furthermore, in my homeland, many mutants are trained in government programs, programs I've helped improve</strong>" He looked into her eyes, a bright smile on his "<strong>Your power, tell me about it, it intrigues me. I know the basics, it is a type of temporal alteration right?</strong>" <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>21-04-2017, 17:59:10</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/7a037728479dd70fc70f201b7105ea6d/tumblr_o4e7vnioqC1sc9tx5o1_500.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918404#msg12918404)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Thursday, Sept. 14, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Abigail Krueger | Medusa (CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Rahne is trying to get back into the groove of things.<br><hr><br>Once again, Rahne was just left blushing and smiling shyly as Abigail continued to flirt. By now she had been forced to accept that Abi seemed interested in her, something that made her stomach drop with shame even as her heart fluttered. It was wrong, but someone paying that kind of attention to her felt so nice...And, as she was starting to rationalize, if she was already so wrong to begin with, what more would a bit of extra wrongness hurt? It wasn't the correct way to think about things, but it was getting her to relax slowly and surely.<br><br>The comments about the wine...All the girl could do was give a noncommittal hum. What if the Professor found and, and was disappointed in her for this? Then again, she had already disappointed him at their last meeting. Maybe, if he wasn't paying attention...<br><br>Settling against the headboard, a respectful amount of space between her and Abi, she tried to relax as they started the movie. And, slowly, relax she did. As the comedy made her giggle and laugh, and the romance tugged at the heart strings, she didn't seem to notice Abi inching closer. And it took a bit of coaxing, but finally, she took a sip. She made a face at the odd taste, but didn't protest. With a glance at Abi, she took another sip. Second time around, the taste was actually pretty nice...As warmth settled in her stomach, she hummed a bit. And not knowing quite how alcohol could sneak up on someone, as she had never had a drop of it in her life before, her glass was gone by the time the blonde had scooted over right next to her. <br><br>"Um...Could Ah have s'more?" she asked, holding her glass up again. Once it was refilled, she took another sip. In such a relaxed state, she sighed softly, and nestled against Abi's body, not quite realizing they were a step away from cuddling as a warm, happy haze started to settled over her mind. "Heheh...Those two are so cute together...Ah like this movie, this is nice..." she said softly, and looked at Abi. "...Do you like it? Or...are we picking a new one half way through?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>24-04-2017, 22:12:13</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kurt's room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 16th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kurt<br><strong>Content:</strong> Feeling uncomfortable<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (http://tudocommoda.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/vestido-curto-e-coturno.jpg) with black and white Converse sneakers (instead of boots)<br><hr><br>Hourglass touched her bangs with her fingertips to make sure they were covering her scar as she heard him approach the door. As it opened, she immediately dropped her hand from her face, figuring he would outstretch his hand to shake, but he didn't. She wrapped her arms back around her books, hugging them to her chest as she looked up to him as he spoke. He was handsome and seemed friendly enough, but there was something about being invited to a teacher's room to meet for the first time that had her feeling uneasy. So, she kept her arms wrapped tightly around her books, hugging them to her chest as she nodded to him and stepped inside. It was he first time being in a teacher's private room, so she couldn't help but take a moment to look around and see how it compared to her own before walking over to the chairs he gestured to and sitting down. She crossed her legs and finally dropped the books from her chest, setting them in her lap to hide a bit of her thighs after her dress had risen just a bit from the motion of her crossing her legs.<br><br>As he spoke, she couldn't help but feel even more confused as to why they were meeting. Why would someone from the mutant task force want to talk to her? He powers were nothing special compared to others in this school - especially with the drawbacks that her powers had. Perhaps she was in some sort of trouble? Or they wanted her for some spy mission or something? Her thoughts stayed her own as she simply listened to him,<br>not wanting to come out and ask him right away what she was doing here. She was trying to work on her impatience, despite the fact that she couldn't seem to keep her foot from bouncing as she sat.<br><br><strong>"There isn't much to say about it. And I'm not very good. I don't really use it that often because of the side effects,"</strong> she replied before biting the inside of her cheek. She felt uncomfortable talking to him about it without even knowing why he wanted to know. She couldn't help but think that they were looking to use her to steal important information or something. Just the look of him, though, led her to believe that this really wasn't that serious. He was dressed in over-sized clothing, like she had worn for so many years. He wasn't wearing a suit or acting overly professional; He was being friendly. He had a genuine smile that didn't seem to be misleading, but she still couldn't get comfortable.<br><br><strong>"Basically, I can pause or rewind time, but not for very long. I can move freely throughout, but any changes I make cause symptoms of vertigo. When it gets so bad that I can no longer focus, I lose complete control of it and time starts up again. When I rewind, I'm the only one who remembers anything that happened before rewinding. So, I could ask you what your favorite childhood memory was and then rewind to before I asked and tell you that I can guess what your favorite childhood memory was with every detail you gave me. And you wouldn't remember even digging into the archives of your mind to find that memory."</strong> Her words were low and without much emotion to them, still being on guard about this meeting. One blue-gray eye stayed focused on his body language, as if she was trying to read him while her right eye stayed hidden behind a black curtain of hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>25-04-2017, 10:52:20</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/wsXZDwW.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Heather Donald, "Highlights" (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12949159#msg12949159)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rogue/Highlights Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 9th 2:00 am (night of the 8th) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Content:</strong> Heather is trying desparately not to cry as she collapses to the floor against the door. Her mind is running wild, and it's overwhelming her completely. She has 1 RED bracelet on around her wrist (http://i.imgur.com/CWYbDIv.jpg)<br><strong>wearing:</strong> Adorable pajamas (http://i.imgur.com/Xam3gV1.jpg)<br><hr><em>‘I’ll be out of your hair in a few hours?’</em> That had absolutely devastated Heather. If Rogue wanted her to be quiet, that did the trick. The tears started to form instantly. <em>‘That wasn’t what I wanted to hear.’</em> Her breathing changed. She covered her mouth hoping to hide any sounds of her forming weeps. She wasn’t making a sob or a sniffle yet. She had squeaked once, but it wasn’t much to go off for anyone, even the most important person in the world to her. Her head leaned back against the flat hard wood of the door, and she wished desperately for a power that was more useful, <em>‘what good are healing hands if she doesn’t even want them…’</em> Her body was shivering, she was cold for no reason. It was warm in the room, and she was well clothed. The trauma rang through her body as the guilt completely overwhelmed her.<br><br>Her back was still against the door, her ass against the doorknob. She pushed back against it. It was painful, so she dug deeper and pressed harder to give her mind something else to focus on. She had her other hand to her mouth now, if only just to give the other one some solidarity. <em>‘How did this happen?’ </em>Heather had been doing so good. She barely even remembered the night leading up to the sex with Kitty. They’d been a little buzzed, but they were far from drunk. <br><br>She had listened to Rogue, and she could understand why her girlfriend wanted to be left alone. <em>‘Is she my girlfriend still? Ex girlfriend? Never girlfriend?’ </em>Heather’s hands had migrated from her mouth to the sides of her head. Nothing made sense any more and she wasn’t used to having this much going on in her thoughts. <em>‘She’s probably disgusted by me…’</em> The golden beam of happiness that was Highlights was rarely ever seen with a sour look on her face. Tears were not becoming of her, and because of her outlandish joyful nature, when she did cry, it seemed like a tragedy had befallen the community. <br><br>Heather wanted to talk badly, but she could only press her body against the doorknob, and sink into the pain. Her knees were too weak to hold her up. She was lowering downward against her will, down to the floor, just like they’d been the day the two of them had first discussed Heather’s missing bracelets. She was forgetting every thought as the next one stampeded through her brain. She was so accustomed to thinking outloud, that forming the words were, hearing responses, and feeling emotions were how she remembered things. She was bottling everything up because Rogue had asked to be left alone. <br><br>As her body slid down the door, she tried to be as quiet as she could, but she forced the knob to dig into her back as she lowered, again, for pain to focus on instead of her thoughts. The goal to be quiet wasn't perfectly crafted. The knob rattled and clanked as she crushed her bones and muscles against it. Nothing was helping.<em> ‘What do I do?’ </em>The tears in her eyes were threatening to fall. She couldn’t let herself become a blubbering mess again. She had to stay strong, patient, and held together for her Rogue. She wanted this to work so badly, but she was convinced in that moment as her buttocks set down against the floor, her knees to her chest, cold on the floor in the dark, listening to the sound of Rogue try and sleep; she was convinced that <em>it</em> was over.<br><br><em>‘I’m going to have to move out. I can’t live with her like this.’</em> She wanted to cry so badly, or leave, or take a shower, or talk to Rogue, or cuddle with Rogue, or heal Rogue if her baby was hurt. She wanted to make things better, or if that wasn’t possible. She wanted to move on. But, she’d done the nasty deed. She needed to face the music. <em>‘I cheated on her…’</em><br><br>There was one thing that Rouge had said in bed without looking at Heather, without acknowledging the elephant in the room, it was eating away at Heather, she was starting to shake with the pain in her mind. And she had to say it out loud. Every other option seemed like it would only make the chaos worse.<br><br><strong>“I know you’re not fine…” </strong>The sadness could not be contained, her voice was trembling. It took every ounce of strength not to break down completely. A whimper or two squeaked out from her throat as she did her best to finish her thought. <strong>“You’re hurt.”</strong> Heather knew the truth, people don’t get better from Rogue’s injuries so quickly.<br><br>Saying two sentences wasn’t helping Rogue sleep, but neither was letting an injured person lie in bed suffering, when they didn’t have to be. If Heather could heal Rogue, it would be a lot easier to rest, even if she would probably be juiced up from the connection, and uninterested in sleeping at all. She wanted to help so badly, it was impossible to imagine herself abandoning Rogue. Leaving her roommate alone was the most selfish and easy way out, laying down and listening to Rogue whimper in her sleep all night would have been the 2nd most dignifying decision that Highlights could think of. Sitting on the floor and crying was a solid plan C at the moment.<br><br>She was absolutely tilted and distanced.&nbsp; The Tears wanted out badly, and the thoughts in her mind were the rain causing the river to crest. She did her best to calm herself with mantras of<em> 'Everything will be alright,'</em> but wasn't helping much. Introspection was odd coming from her. The only time Heather wasn't talking was when she was in close, and that was only because she was specifically instructed not to for any reason. <em>‘Just don’t cry, Heather. Don’t be a baby. Be a big girl.’</em> Childhood memories were starting to flood into her now to keep her focused. She still wasn’t crying outwardly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>26-04-2017, 21:49:30</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://celebmafia.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/ashley-benson-2014-gq-men-of-the-year-party-in-los-angeles_1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail Krueger (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Thursday, Sept. 14, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918404#msg12918404)(CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Really enjoying the closeness of Rahne.<br><hr><br>It took a bit of time, but as the movie started to play, Rahne would finally take a sip of the wine.&nbsp; And then another and then another until her glass was empty.&nbsp; Abi knew that the wine would easily catch up to someone who hadn't drank before, but she knew not to allow Rahne to have too much of the tasty drink.&nbsp; As the movie was reaching the halfway point, Rahne would ask for more and Abi would giggle softly as she refilled both of their glasses before setting the now half empty bottle on the table near the edge of the bed and nestle herself comfortably against Rahne's side.&nbsp; Technically, they could be considered cuddling at this point, but she didn't press the matter at the moment since she was just enjoying the moment and liking how Rahne was slowly starting to relax into the moment with her.<br><br>When questioned about if she liked the movie or if they were changing it midway through, Abi looked at Rahne and realized how close their faces were and smiled softly as she thought about it for a moment.&nbsp; <strong>"Well I actually do like the movie,"</strong> she admitted, <strong>"So how about this?&nbsp; We can finish this movie, but only if you agree to stay afterwards for another movie.&nbsp; Or maybe just to relax, just the two of us, hmmm?"</strong>&nbsp; She smiled softly as she looked at Rahne, certain that the girl was going to agree to the conditions.&nbsp; After all, they were both so relaxed and the wine was working it's magic and helping them both to relax even more.&nbsp; They were cuddled together now, one of Abi's legs resting on top of Rahne's as her head had settled on Rahne's shoulder happily.<br><br><strong>"This is really nice,"</strong> Abi said softly after another few minutes of the movie, <strong>"I'm really glad that you decided to come after what happened yesterday.&nbsp; You have to know that neither Kitty or I think any different of you, don't you?"</strong>&nbsp; She twisted her head slightly so that Rahne would be able to see her eyes and the sincerity in them if she looked down.&nbsp; <strong>"Both of us think you're an amazing girl and nothing can really change that.&nbsp; I mean, you're trying so hard to help me and you didn't even know me when we first started.&nbsp; Not a lot of people would give that much effort to someone that was so clearly not interested in the help at first.&nbsp; I think what I'm trying to say is thank you for everything you've already done for me.&nbsp; It does mean a lot to me, even if I'm bad at showing it."</strong><br><br>She smiled a bit before turning to watch the movie for a bit.&nbsp; And after a while, a lot of the comedy started to fade off as the romance came to the front of the story and the young couple finally realized their love for one another.&nbsp; Finally, they had the big, passionate kiss and by then, Abi had finished her second glass and set the empty glass on the table, her arms having wrapped around Rahne's torso and holding her close.&nbsp; As the onscreen kiss was taking place, she looked at Rahne and smiled softly.&nbsp; When the girl would eventually look back at her, Abigail would take a chance.&nbsp; Leaning forward, she would place her lips on the Scottish girl's and leave them there, kissing her softly with a slow, lingering kiss as she braced herself, unsure what reaction she could expect from her bold action.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Student Dormitories/Teacher's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>27-04-2017, 09:17:25</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/4/49/Orlando-bloom-hair-hairstyles-formen-blogspot-com-orlando5.jpg/421px-Orlando-bloom-hair-hairstyles-formen-blogspot-com-orlando5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kurt Darkhölme<br><strong>Location:</strong> in his room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 16th of September, 12'ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tessa "Tess" Cantrell<br><strong>Content:</strong> listening intently<br><hr><br>He smiled softly as he nodded, hearing her speak of her powers, her tone of voice, her mannerisms. He sat there, silently nodding, listening to her. He had always told he was a good listener, that people enjoyed speaking in his presence. Hearing her speak of side-effects he couldn't help but since a bit as he remembered his first years of teleporting the terror and physical sickness that gripped him whenever he passed from dimension to dimension. When she noted that he wouldn't know he looked thoughtful before chuckling saying to her "<strong>I don't know about that bit, my sense of temporal consistency isn't tied to this place</strong>" he said with a smile, gesturing around them "<strong>You might not know this, but you're not the only being in the mansion who can currently manipulate the space-time continuum at will</strong>" He said as he rose and started to pace back and forth "<strong>Sorry, I'm not good at sitting down.... at least not like that....</strong>" The last bit of that sentence was almost silently as he looked down at her <br><br><strong>"Judging by how you spoke of it, you've sustained some pretty bad injuries due to your powers am I right? it's normal by the way, my own powers caused me to break several limbs when I first started using them</strong>" he said as he for the first time noted how she was dressed, causing him to stop pacing "<strong>I like your outfit</strong>" he said with a smile, appreciating her sense of style, something about it reminding him of his friends back home "<strong>I have some experience with people of your power set. Currently there's a support staff at the New York Interpol field office who has powers that also interfere with time. He calls himself Tim the Time man. His powers allow him to put up to 5 living beings in temporal stasis, freezing them in the moment they're in</strong>" He smiled at her "<strong>I know a few others back in Germany especially, your own age, people I mentored. I don't know what I can do for you, but if you can find anyway to use my expertise, I am here to help you. I am not here to recruit, I am not here to scout talent, I'm here to help, here to show all of the students here that there is a world out there, and that a great part of that world doesn't hate the mutant population, that mutants and humans can live in relative harmony</strong>" 
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