X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds
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				Title: <strong>X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>26-01-2017, 12:19:31</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 - X-Mansion Grounds </strong></span></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://media.comicbook.com/2016/03/screen-shot-2016-03-17-at-92338-am-174550.png)</div><br>The X-Mansion grounds are expansive and just like the interior they are cared for by the students as they try to learn a little more about responsibility and hard work. They are used to rest, relax and have fun as well as learn to play team based sports and games. There are a handful of small lakes as well as outbuildings containing equipment for maintaining the ground as well as their physical education gear. <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 - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>27-01-2017, 23:21:31</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Sc0daiw.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Laura Kinney | Wolverine<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the school lawn<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st, 2017, early morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean Grey<br><strong>Content:</strong> Laura's up early, scratching trees<br><hr><br>Laura was plagued by nightmares, ones real, and others that found her in her sleep like anyone else. In the safety of the Xavier school, she mostly suffered from the latter nowadays, but that didn't mean it wasn't still a plague. She couldn't remember the dream anymore, not even the broadest platitudes, but she remembered the feeling it left her with, which meant she had a good idea who the dream was about.<br><br>She wanted to use her claws on something, but the danger room wasn't open that early, and she didn't want to hurt anyone or break anything in the school. So after waking from her nightmare, Laura dressed quickly and sloppily, wearing ankle-high work boots, knee-length athletic shorts and a loose t-shirt as she stomped outside and found the nearest oak tree. Nobody was around to hear her angry snarls as she withdrew her claws and began chopping at thick oak bark, tearing it away to expose the bare, raw wood beneath it all, scored through and through from her attack. Laura lost her steam after a couple minutes, when her hands were numb from the pain of impact and before she did any irreversible damage to the tree itself. After stretching her fingers and shaking out her wrists for a few long moments, she began to use her claws again, only this time to carefully draw a figure into the soft, raw wood.<br><br>Laura was no artist, and the humanoid she crafted was ill-proportioned and sloppy, but they carried a couple of key identifying marks: the jutting 'ears' of the Wolverine mask, and three claws protruding from each fist. Laura no longer cried like she did in the earliest months after Logan had been killed, but her heart ached as she stared at even this rough image of her adoptive father. They had only been a family for such a short time before he was taken from her. Even worse, he had been replaced almost immediately; Another version of Logan, older and from an apocalyptic timeline, had fallen into their world and had been adopted by the X-Men as one of their own. He had her father's memories and then some, but he still wasn't the same man. Worse, he avoided her, and she in turn avoided him.<br><br>A familiar scent caught her nose, carried by the lazy early morning breeze; Laura turned as she heard soft footsteps making their way across the lawn towards her, as Jean Grey approached her carrying a small paper parcel. Not wanting the psychic to see her childish drawings, she began to trot towards her, to meet her halfway, eager to see what the older girl had for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>28-01-2017, 02:02:18</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> school lawn<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 1, early morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Laura (X-23)<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr><br>Jean had been working all night for a special gift she wanted to give Laura. The girl was so much like Logan's daughter. Technically, she wasn't, but it wouldn't be the first time an X-Man had a child come into their lives in unexpected ways. Logan was...a special friend, and she knew that he would have wanted someone to look after the girl, even if the girl didn't think she needed anyone to do so. Laura had been through a lot, but Jean was wise enough to know that showing pity would only be repaid by a cold shoulder. Laura was, after all, so much like Logan.<br><br>Picking up the package, which was simple and not too feminine--as she knew Laura might hiss at her if it was--Jean wondered the halls looking for the young knuckle-head. The girl wasn't in her dormitory, nor on the danger room, and so she thought of where a young girl like her would be. She walked out through the school and out to the grounds. Sure enough, the girl was there, seemingly slashing at a helpless tree. Almost chuckling to herself, Jean approached carefully. <br><br><strong>"Good morning, Laura. I've been looking for you."</strong> Jean said as she approached the young girl. <strong>"I see you've been releasing some tension."</strong> She did not think it wise to even mention Wolverine at this point. <strong>"I've been working on something. I hope you like it."</strong> She said as she lifted the bag towards Laura. <strong>"Go on, take it."</strong> She said with a kind smile. <br><br><br><br><br><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Jean Grey<br><strong>Location:</strong> School gardens<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 1, 7:30am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Xavier<br><strong>Content:</strong> (conversation continued from X-Mansion)<br><hr><br>At first, Jean didn't notice the professor calling until he spoke inside her mind and she seemed to snap awake. Turning to him, her tense body language relaxed. <strong>"Oh! Professor...I didn't hear you."</strong> She said as she turned from the tv and towards him. Simultaneously, she turned off the tv with her telekinetic power. She could no longer stand the sounds coming from of it. She walked after him as he spoke to her, finally sipping her coffee only to find it was just a tad colder than she liked it, but she would not think much of it. <br><br>Taking his subtle gesture in, Jean opened the door telekinetically and let the morning breeze in. She walked right out with him towards the mansion grounds. She spoke to him using her own telepathy, <em>"Yes, sir. I guess I'm angry."</em> She said as she walked outside beside him. <em>"Its been a while since we have elected to work with the government in order to keep the public safe and sated. And yet, they still mistrust and hurt mutants. I don't have to see into their heads to know that these officers enjoy trapping mutants."</em> Outside the leafs breezed by gently, not at all representing the debate that was taking place within these two minds. <br><br><em>"I don't condone Magneto's ways in dealing with things. You know me better than that."</em> Jean replied assertively, not hurt by his words but rather a bit defiant. <em>"But its still hard to put up with all these injustices. We fight Magneto because he is wrong, but so is the government's stance on mutants. Sometimes I wonder...Are we making a difference? Or are we allowing them to get away with it?"</em> She had made her choice when she stayed at the school, even though Magneto offered her a place by his side. It was tempting, sure, but the core of her being could never accept his philosophy, not truly. <em>"Where do we go from here? Towards equality...or concentration camps?"</em> She knew he had wondered these things himself at some point. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>28-01-2017, 02:22:00</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> The lawn <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 1, 7:30am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean Grey<br><strong>Content:</strong> Talking with Jean<br><hr><br><em>"His name is Erik, Jean. Don't give up on the man he has the potential to be." </em><br><br>It was only a little thing, but it was a pet frustration of Charles's. He saw Magneto as something different to his old friend, a mask. And to begin calling Erik that would be to accept his new nature and attitude. He did try his hardest to avoid pushing too hard though, now was not the time to argue over names. And besides, he knew Jean had seen him chide dozens of others for the same exact thing.<br><br><em>"I may be a pacifist, but if I truly lost faith and believed that we were a step from concentration camps then I would not be idle within this mansion. Maybe we are not much closer to equality than we are to that dark future, but I am choosing a path that lets optimism have a chance of winning. And the officers. They're not understanding the gravity of what is happening, they are men following orders. Men who've been told they are fighting terrorists and freaks, not their brothers and sisters."</em><br><br>Charles was visibly saddened by the topic, and as there was nobody nearby but Jean he let it show for once. It wasn't like she couldn't hear at least some of his feelings when they spoke like this. At least the air was cool and calming, and the view was pretty. That distracted from a little of the negativity. And really, in many ways, Jean was right. Even Charles knew a war was by far the most likely outcome, and if it was then perhaps starting the fight to end this cruelty now was necessary. But to commence a war without knowing it was going to start was far from a thing Charles could ever bring himself to do.<br><br><em>"I see their pain. My heart sinks when I witness what I am not fighting. But the war we would start fighting it will be immeasurable in comparison. Millions will die. Perhaps I am a weak man, but I don't have the stomach to pull that trigger."</em><br><br>He'd always operated on a system of complete honesty with Jean. Although he was perhaps one of the only people on earth who could conceal his thoughts from her, he had no interest in doing so. After all she was fiercely intelligent, and moments like this provided him with the questions he needed to decide whether he was truly walking the right path.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>28-01-2017, 19:50:45</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> school grounds<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 1, 7:30am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Xavier<br><strong>Content:</strong> talking with Prof. X<br><hr><br>Jean knew Xavier would always have special consideration towards Magneto. She could understand why he held on so tightly to hope. The man taught them all to have compassion for others, even their enemies. Jean understood that, but she also felt that Erik had made a choice and once he did he <em>chose </em>to become Magneto, for good. Its not that he couldn't be saved--Jean believed everyone could be saved--but it was a matter of him <em>wanting </em>to be saved. She did not pursue the matter, however, as they had already discussed this many times before, usually without reaching consensus. <br><br><em>"I know, Professor. It is our duty to be the line that keeps both sides in check."</em> Jean telekinetically suspected her cup in the air as she looked for a wrapper to tie her hair back, now that the breeze seemed to pick up and blow her hair upward. In the sun, it almost looked like licks of flame matching her fiery temper. <em>"I guess that's why I keep trying to reach out. If somehow, they can see the good we can do, they may someday see our talents as a gift and not a threat. It just gets hard some times to keep the faith."</em> <br><br>As they turned the bend, the seemingly silent couple continued their mental conversation. <em>"Sometimes when I feel so much anger from the people around me, its hard not to let it affect me. Still, I do believe we can take the better path. Its why I chose to be here."</em> She turned to him, <em>"I want to contact Ambassador Smith on letting our students out of school more often. Many of them have achieved finer control of their powers. I think its important that they see that freedom as a motivator to do better."</em> The government was very strict with these outings, but Jean always pushed for more leniency. This was her way of being true to herself without outright rebellion. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>28-01-2017, 20:34:43</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> The lawn <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 1, 7:30am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean Grey<br><strong>Content:</strong> Talking with Jean<br><hr><br>Charles gave a small smile. At least she understood where the boundaries lay. No matter how angry Jean got, she always had her heart set on the right goals. It calmed him, as the anger reminded him a great deal of Erik. And he could not bear to witness another person go through what Erik had.<br><br><em>"Your efforts to reach out are vital to what we do. And it is hard for me to keep my faith too, sometimes. People like you who always try to fight the same cause I do keep me going. Knowing I'm not alone, that is what holds my belief together." </em><br><br>He nodded as she continued, a moment of sadness when she spoke of her anger but then her offer. It was a good idea, and one he appreciated. He was sure if anyone could convince the Ambassador it would be Jean. <br><br><em>"Yes. Absolutely, Jean. I agree with you. I think we need to consider our options clearly and carefully though. Naturally I don't look down on any student in my school but we need to find those who can be trusted to maintain absolutely exemplary behavior. Have them meet with the Ambassador, talk to her about what we want. Which should be our first concern. I'll let you decide on details, as this is your part of the fight. How much more often, and how much more freedom, are we looking for?"</em><br><br>He had no problems with this cause, and he wanted to see success here. But he knew very well that a great deal of thought and consideration would need to be made before any request could be brought to the government. They did not like vague ideas, and needed to be impressed by exemplary students. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>29-01-2017, 04:41:34</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/iN6N3iL.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers<br><strong>Location:</strong> Field, track, bleachers<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 1st, 7:10 am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salem's just finished with a morning run. Not connected to other scenes, but nearly simultaneous.<br><hr><br>Nearly every morning had been the same for years.The alarm, the morning routine, dressing, the shower, the interesting parts for others, those were hardly memorable for her. Salem treasured the run before her second shower, though. It was the most important part of her day, it came before breakfast, before classes, before anything else, the daily sprint. She always pushed herself hard, Salem tried to run at a high speed the whole time. Twenty five minutes wasn't much time for a good workout, so it was more like a jump start to the day. <br><br>She had managed nine laps this morning, nearly three miles. Satisfied with herself, and out of time, she slowed from a full run down to a leisurely walk as she came around the 4th corner of the track. Salem preferred to run without music, she liked to listen to the woods around her, the world in the pastures beyond the trees and walls of the mansion. It had been that way well before she was forbidden from leaving. Her skin was hot and blushed from her cheeks down to her calves. Salem was dressed in tiny track shorts, a tied up t-shirt and a few scrunchies. She never wore makeup or tried to look presentable out on the track. But her knee high socks and her exposed legs spoke for themselves in ways&nbsp; that Salem didn't completely understand.<br><br>This was a school for teenagers after all, and it was rare for anyone to see her while she was in this excitable condition. Her blood was firing, her breathe was ragged and desperate. Salem's fingers were laced together behind her head, holding her arms up and reaching for that deep breath that would level her out. Her feet carried her over to the bleachers. She was burning hot now, but she would be cold shortly, as wet as she was with sweat. There was a towel, with a water bottle and a book bag in a pile waiting for her. Drying herself off, and looking down at a notebook she had pulled from the bag, Salem planned her day, and envisioned herself doing well in her classes. She was an overachiever, a typical teacher's pet with a point to prove everyday. In a moment of relief she pulled her ruby quartz glasses off of her nose, holding them down at her side. She took a settled breath finally, slowing her heart rate after a few sips of water. She rubbed at her eyes, keeping them closed, she removed a strand of hair from her face and she looked up. Salem found the eastern sky as if she could feel the sunrise coming. She stared at the horizon without opening her eyes and soaked in the morning air.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>29-01-2017, 15:30:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.lv3.hbo.com/assets/images/series/ballers/character/s1/ricky-jarret-512x512.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Lucas Bishop<br><strong>Location:</strong> From the school to the track<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 1st, 7:10 am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers<br><strong>Content:</strong> Coming down to get some exercise<br><hr><br>Lucas headed out of the school with a smile on his face. Wearing a tank top and running shorts the soft breeze and morning air was cooling and calming. He knew he'd appreciate that when he was done running. He'd already been working out for an hour in the gym, then this quick run and it'd be time to go about his day. He felt warm despite the weather, as his muscles were already heated from his time in the gym. It didn't look like too many others were awake, only the active teachers and perhaps a few of the more energetic students. He certainly knew of at least one person he'd see down at the track. Salem was an impressive girl, she really put in the effort he wanted to see from the students. It made him a little nervous to consider quite what she was being trained for, but he'd at least try to make sure she was well prepared.<br><br>As he rounded the corner to the bleachers he saw her just as he expected to. For a brief second he forgot himself a little, and admired her. But he was old enough that he cast that train of thought from his mind almost as soon as it arrived. He waved as he walked, nodding to her. Clearly she'd just got done running, and she looked tired. But not over tired, she wasn't over-pushing herself. <br><br><strong>"Salem! You're lookin' like you did good on the track." <br></strong><br>His deep, bass voice echoed out through the still air. He hoped she wouldn't misconstrue his words, and only took them as saying she looked as though she'd pushed herself well. Salem seemed to be a modest girl, so he doubted she'd think anything else. As he neared her he slowed up, giving her a friendly smile. <br><br><strong>"So, how're you doing today? You better eat well after that run."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>29-01-2017, 16:10:10</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> school grounds<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 1, 7:30am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Xavier<br><strong>Content:</strong> talking with Prof. X<br><hr><br>Jean smiled at Xavier’s words of confidence. It made her feel good to know that Xavier trusted her enough to admit his own doubts and fears to her. It helped strengthen their bond as student and teacher, although Xavier was far more than a teacher to her. He was a mentor, friend, and father figure. Her own parents were worried for her. She knew in her heart that they loved her, but they were also scared about her life as a mutant and on a deep level they wished she wasn’t one. Xavier accepted her gifts and was always there to lend an ear and guide her whenever she felt lost. <br><br><em>“Thank you, professor.”</em> Jean smiled to him as they moved closer to the mansion. Stopping near the door, she turned to him. <em>“Right now, we are only allowed to move the students when our powers are needed. I think we should ask them for less restrictions when they want to visit their families. The parents are welcome here, but not all of them can travel as much as they want to. So perhaps we can oversee some way of allowing the parents or friends to drop-by from time to time. I believe it would help the students’ morale greatly.”</em> While Jean never thought of the X-Mansion as a cage, rather a home, she understood some of them resented being unable to leave to see their families whenever they want to. <br><br><em>“Also, I know some don’t have families to visit, but perhaps a quick field trip to do something fun would suffice in it’s place.”</em> Jean told him, <em>“I’ll discuss the details with Miss Smith over the phone. After all, it all depends on how much she will be able to help us with.”</em> She knew she might be overreaching, but it was worth a shot. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>29-01-2017, 20:14:00</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> The lawn <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 1, 7:30am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean Grey<br><strong>Content:</strong> Talking with Jean<br><hr><br>Charles stopped and listened as she continued to speak. He nodded along in agreement with her words. She was right, the restrictions were cruel. Particularly unfair on the students without families. That wold need to be a key point in their meeting with the Ambassador. <br><br><em>"You can phone her. But just tell her you need a meeting, don't let it all happen on a phone. We need her face to face with our best and brightest, people she will pity and empathize with. She's not going to get that emotional connection on a phone call, so we'll definitely need to get her here. I'll leave it up to you which teacher you work with, and which students you think can persuade her." <br></em><br>He smiled. It was good to let Jean have her cause. He trusted her entirely to fight it just as well and just as hard as he would. Perhaps harder, even. She had an inspiring fire to her. And for all the negativity surrounding the government at the very least Ambassador Smith was a kind-hearted woman. She did love the school and the students and had already been instrumental in adding to their freedoms. <br><br><em>"Do tell me if you need any help, or would like advice. But know that I trust you completely. I have a great deal of faith in how much you care about the students, Jean."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>30-01-2017, 03:10:47</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Sc0daiw.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Laura Kinney | Wolverine<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the school lawn<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st, 2017, early morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean Grey<br><strong>Content:</strong> Laura geeks out over her new uniform<br><hr><br>Laura made a throaty, animalistic noise at the mention of the tree and her 'tension'. Just because Jean was right didn't mean that Laura appreciated the psycho-analysis, but at least Jean was nice enough, or smart enough, not to press Laura to talk about it. <strong>"What's this?"</strong> Laura asked curiously, excitement rising in her belly. She'd mentioned before that she wanted to take up the mantle of Wolverine; Plus, she knew that Jean had a thing for designing costumes, as she'd had a hand in Laura's previous uniform. She might have been getting ahead of herself a bit, but she had an idea of what was in the bag that Jean held out for her, and her green eyes were wide with wonder.<br><br>Nervous hands plucked the bag away from the psychic and dove into the container, fingers fishing against a spandex-y, leather-y fabric that felt good to touch. She pulled it out and dropped the bag to her feet, needing both hands to examine the piece of fabric she was now holding; After taking a moment to orient and realize which way was up, Laura realized she was holding the bottom portion of the Wolverine uniform. Sleek navy blue around the knees and hips, yellow around the inner thigh and navel. <strong>"Oh my gosh, wow,"</strong> she whispered in amazement, her hands visibly trembling. Normally Laura carried herself as a macho badass, sometimes trying too hard to be the spitting image of Logan. But in that moment, thrilled by her gift, she showed her age as she babbled like an excited teen.<br><br>She dropped the bottoms into the bag and grabbed the other piece. There was the same color scheme of navy and yellow, the navy climbing up the sides with yellow diamonds cut out of it. She'd held Logan's uniform before, and while it had the correct design, this was obviously built with her in mind, as it was much thinner and had been designed for a woman's bust. <strong>"Jeanie, it's so good. How do you know it'll fit?"</strong> Her eyes never left the uniform, not even looking up at the psychic, mesmerized as she held the cowl in her hand, the most signature part of the piece with two jutting blue 'ears' coming out of either side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>30-01-2017, 05:13:21</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/iN6N3iL.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers<br><strong>Location:</strong> Field, track, bleachers<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 1st, 7:10 am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salem's just finished with a morning run. Not connected to other scenes, but nearly simultaneous.<br><hr>Salem had been too focused on feeling for the sun’s energy when Bishop came walking toward her to hear his steps. She tried to be extra observant at every opportunity. Cyclops didn’t have any heightened senses as a power, she had to keen the senses she did have in order to stay up at the center of the curve, or better. So when she heard his voice, she had to be patient, and careful. She had to be aware. Her glasses were off. She could feel them in her fingers. She focused on the sensation of the material. A less focused Salem might have looked over without thinking about it. That Salem didn’t exist anymore, she couldn’t, not if she wanted to control her own life. The first step was always the same. Always. <em>'Keep your goddamned eyes covered, Salem.’</em> She smiled, recognizing Bishop’s voice. <strong>“Yeah.”</strong> there was a slight uptick in her voice that almost made it sound like she was asking a question. Calmly, she returned her ruby quartz to her eyes and settled the frames into place. She turned to the incoming masculine masterpiece and opened her eyes.<strong> “Always improve, right?” </strong>She was still breathing heavily, but her health was obvious in the chipper crispness of each syllable in her tired chest. <strong>“I need to do something about my legs, I’m not getting as fast as I want to get. Something’s holding me back.” </strong>She didn’t know what it was, it could have been strength training, or it could have been her form. She knew that Bishop wasn’t the man to ask, he wasn’t exactly known for his sprinting.<br><br>Salem’s wild teenage life had stretched into her twenties. She’d yet to be treated like a woman by a man. So, many things were still unknown to her, tantalizing in their very nature for that reason. Men were still a puzzle for her that she’d not yet solved. So naturally, most men intimidated her, Bishop was no exception, even with his age, that didn’t bother her anymore<br><br>However, the young mutant had no inclination as to what kinds of thoughts a man could have. She didn’t have the slightest inclination as to how she might make one feel. So, Bishop’s train of thought was right on course. She was no more than a school girl happy to see a friendly face.<br><br><strong>“Ha,” </strong>Salem started to gather her things. It wasn’t the first time these two had crossed paths on this routine. He would know full well that she only had a few minutes to chat with him. So, she gathered her things early while their whereabouts were still fresh in her mind. Everything was put away as she responded to Bishop. It was well known to most of the staff that Salem’s most destructive habit was in her inclination to skip meals. <strong>“Me and breakfast? Because those two things go together.”</strong> She liked to shrug it off with whatever comedic bone she had in her body.&nbsp; Finished packing, Salem shrugged the strap of her book bag onto her shoulder; turning to face Bishop with her bright red stare and flushed cheeks. <strong>“Do you have any tasty suggestions?”</strong> The only thing she could usually ingest before eleven am was water and yogurt.<strong> “I’ll give it a shot before class, I swear.”</strong> As much of a problem as it was, the little exchanges like this were what kept her straight, and there was a sincerity in her intonation and body language that was as honest as it was incidental. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>30-01-2017, 13:31:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.lv3.hbo.com/assets/images/series/ballers/character/s1/ricky-jarret-512x512.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Lucas Bishop<br><strong>Location:</strong> From the school to the track<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 1st, 7:10 am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers<br><strong>Content:</strong> Coming down to get some exercise<br><hr><br>Lucas shook his head at her and chuckled as he took the last few steps over. That attitude about breakfast had to go, for a start. Can't run like that without the fuel, and if she wanted to get stronger she needed the energy to get more muscle.<br><br><strong>"Salem, I know you're smart enough to know it's the breakfast holding you back. Eat some eggs at the least. It'll do you good."</strong><br><br>He flexed his biceps playfully, doing a mock over the top pose. He often joked around about his enormous body with the students, having a sense of humour about the fact he was twice the size of most of them. But he had no real ego about himself, and certainly wasn't intending to show off to Salem. <br><br><strong>"See, you want guns like these, it's time for breakfast!" </strong><br><br>Lucas hoped she'd listen to him, since it would certainly help her out a lot. But right now his priority was some running of his own. His pace certainly wasn't incredible unless he pushed the energy coursing through his body into his legs. But that removed the real challenge and gain from the exercise. He tended to run roughly 5km a day, and set very respectable times. Of course his body was a lot heavier than a real sprinter's would be but he could do enough to feel proud. His real talents were certainly more along the lines of weightlifting, but if he didn't get his run in his diet would make him gain too much body fat. Perhaps he'd persuade Salem to let him cook her a breakfast and really try to drive home the importance of it. <br><br><strong>"Anyway, what classes you got today?"</strong><br><br>He took a lot of interest in the students day to day, trying to be a friend wherever possible. He'd found that being as friendly as possible outside of the Danger Room let people be a great deal more comfortable around him. A relaxing, friendly man outside training and a soldier inside it. The two parts should always be kept clearly apart, military duty and teaching at a school were two wildly different things in Lucas's eyes.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>31-01-2017, 03:48:33</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> school grounds<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 1, 7:30am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Xavier<br><strong>Content:</strong> talking with Prof. X<br><hr><br>Jean leaned back against one of the beams and nodded, <em>"Thanks, Professor. I will do that."</em> She really appreciated the friendship she had with Xavier. That they could have an argument and still respect each other was a sign of a long and well tempered bond. Jean knew when to push and when to back away. Despite his concessions, she knew that it was a struggle for Charles Xavier to see the nation divided the way it was at this point. She wanted to try and be his support as much as possible. <br><br><em>"I'm sure David will want to participate. This type of thing is really up his alley."</em> Jean and David, aka Prodigy, had been friends for years now. They went to Metro College together and shared similar ideals. If she couldn't appeal to the ambassador, she was sure he could be helpful in that situation. <em>"I'll let you know once we set up the date for her visit. Hopefully, she'll be able to work a little miracle for us."</em> <br><br>With that, she reentered the house and stopped by the kitchen to wash the cup of coffee before heading towards her room. She had just remembered she had something to give to one of the students. A special gift for one very unique girl.<br><br><br><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Jean Grey<br><strong>Location:</strong> school lawn<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 1, early morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Laura (X-23)<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr><br><strong>"Open it and see for yourself."</strong> Jean replied as she handed the bag over to the young girl. She could already feel her emotion as Laura picked it up and her eyes sparkled--not that she'd ever make that remark out loud. She stood back and watched her take out her present from the bag. It brought a smile to her face when she saw her reaction. The only thing that worried her was that Laura would not be ready to be reminded of Wolverine just yet. She might get upset and throw it in her face. So the fact that her face lit up was a good sign.<br><br>The past night, Jean had stayed up to stitch together the costume and make it just right for Laura. Wolverine was infamous for ripping his costume quite a lot, and Jean had helped make new ones for him from time to time so she knew the design but the fit was all different. Still, it came together and Jean was proud of the outcome. It also felt good that the hard work was appreciated, of course. <br><br><strong>"Well, we have your measurements in the Danger Room database."</strong> Jean replied, <strong>"Also, I may have used my telekinesis to get your frame just right. Hopefully the suit will feel like a second skin. Here, let me..."</strong> She said and telekinetically suspended the suit in the air. It would give Laura a better view of the full costume, <strong>"With this new term starting, I'm hoping this can be a new beginning for you as well."</strong> She said with a kind smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>31-01-2017, 04:05:29</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/nEcGqIJ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers<br><strong>Location:</strong> Field, track, bleachers<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 1st, 7:10 am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bishop<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salem and Bishop chatting about the little things. Black tetrakis is referenced, it's a synthetic metal that Salem's glasses are made out of to increase durability.<br><hr><br>Salem found herself laughing with an innocent appreciation of Irony. She wasn't degrading her mentor, or herself to find the humor. <strong>"Eggs, got it."</strong> She found the concept funny, <em>'as if I've never tried eggs in the morning before,'</em> she understood what Bishop was trying to do, and she was happy for him to be there in her life trying. <em>'He cares, that's enough to try.'</em><br><br>She had no idea how to express her gratitude though, and she could tell that now wasn't the right time. She wasn’t good at human interaction. The two way street was moving one way though. Being honest to people was a strong suit. The red-head was a gifted speaker, and putting her thoughts into form was a simple task. She was even gifted in that respect. Reading other people was hard, and usually the truth always came out cold from her lips. It was hard to see Salem’s actual expression without seeing her eyes. She’d always known that her eyes were the most expressive part of her face, she had emotive eyebrows as well, but her shades hid those as well most of the time. Excitement was the easiest expression to read from Salem, because her eyebrows were usually raised above the black tetrakis frames. <br><br><strong>“I have to T.A. for Mr. Allyne, I would have Classical Mechanics, but I’m going into the Danger Room with Colossus, and a few others instead. Analytics and Statistics, Bioethics, Latin,”</strong> Salem was becoming quite fluent in the dead language. Those were her morning classes, she had spoken them in a distinct list. Where most would pause for a moment as their brain passed through the void of lunch and break, Salem had literally just finished visualizing the classrooms, so the last two classes was crisp off of her tongue. <strong>“Ancient Fiction, and Globalization-business and legal studies; those are in the afternoon.”</strong><br><br>She gave a cow smile as her mind quickly dug through information to form her argument about the whole breakfast problem,<strong> “ya know..."</strong> Her mind was still on breakfast, and she had a minute or two to spare before she needed to rush off. <strong>"its just not necessarily true about early meals, what you said.” </strong>Ever the intellectual, Salem didn’t sound joyed, or playful about the experience of sharing knowledge. She was a true know it all, the type that didn’t find pleasure in the act of informing others of what they’d learned. She just liked the cold facts, and her voice reflected that. <strong>“Recent studies…” </strong>she paused to pick up the name in her brain, <strong>“Matt Marcus, no.” </strong>It was on the tip of her tongue, <strong>“Mark Mattson, among many others have found that three large meals a day is unhealthy in itself. Our bodies are actually on different rhythms, circadian rhythms that change from person to person, and from age to age.” </strong>She could feel herself going too far, but she couldn’t stop herself yet. <strong>“It implies that as long as we’re keeping a stable diet of real food, we should eat when we’re hungry, and when our body tells us that it's ready.”</strong> She smiled a bit, and bowed her head, but she actually wasn’t finished.<br><br>The bow had lowered some hair over her glasses. She moved the hair away from her face and looked up, <strong>“I found other research that dictates a twelve hour window as a rule, you can eat whenever you feel like it’s good, as long as it’s within twelve hours of the first thing you ingested besides water.”</strong> She was finished. <strong>“But I’ll have some eggs today, just for you.”</strong><br><br>Her smile returned, and stayed this time without words to interrupt it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>31-01-2017, 12:18:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.lv3.hbo.com/assets/images/series/ballers/character/s1/ricky-jarret-512x512.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Lucas Bishop<br><strong>Location:</strong> From the school to the track<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 1st, 7:10 am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers<br><strong>Content:</strong> Coming down to get some exercise<br><hr><br>Lucas nodded along as she listed off her classes and smiled. A good bunch of classes, impressively hard working. Hell, he wouldn't want to sit through all of that himself. And the danger room class. Hopefully Salem'd be learning with him soon.<br><br><strong>"Hard working today, as usual. Good luck in the Danger Room. I'll have to see you soon for some training in there."<br></strong><br>Bishop listened to her quietly. She made a valid point but it was a little flawed. Salem's very smart but not quite realising the purpose of eating at this time of day. Nothing to do with rhythms or overall health, but not causing muscle wastage by training her body like this. <br><br><strong>"Salem, I know. But you're causing muscle wasting if you run like this without eating any healthy, substantial, food beforehand. You're training pretty hard out here, and you're not going to see the muscle gain you want to increase your pace without fuel for it. You're right for most people, though. Just not if you're trying to sprint and gain muscle. Plus, you'll get used to eating early if you stick with it."</strong><br><br>Either way he was impressed with her level of research. It was definitely accurate, just the problem was that she was working out before she started up the cycle. At least she was listening and promised to grab some eggs. Maybe if she stuck with eating some protein in the morning and saw muscle gain she'd decide it was worthwhile. She'd certainly need to be building up the muscle if she wanted to get training in the Danger Room with him. She already had some incredible determination and drive at the least. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>31-01-2017, 12:42:37</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/nEcGqIJ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers<br><strong>Location:</strong> Field, track, bleachers<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 1st, 7:10 am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bishop<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salem says her peace, makes another promise, and says her goodbyes. Selfless description of Salem's ass for the boys as she walks away. Scene end for Salem.<br><hr>Salem had no interest in winning arguments, it was never part of her world. And as far as she knew, Bishop was the same as she was. And, he was a teacher, so he did have her best interest in mind. Beyond that, he was a key instructor in her life. This wasn’t a regular school, and Bishop knew things that regular people didn’t know. Salem listened to him wisely, and rearranged the grip she had on her right shoulder. She looked at him with thoughtful eyes hidden behind the quartz.<br><br>This was one of her busy days, it was a good day for Bishop to ask her what she was up to. It felt good to be able to list those extremely difficult courses one after another. She was a grad student now, and her studies were incredibly varied. She took classes that would help her function in a battle field, as a leader, a teacher, and a weapon. <strong>“You know me…” </strong>A dismissive appreciation of being praised for her determined scholastic schedule.<br><br><em>‘Muscle wasting.’ </em>Salem was no power lifter. She knew how to keep her body healthy. But she had to admit, she might have been doing too much nutritional research, and not enough muscle building literature. <em>‘Hmmm, he’s probably right.’ </em>She thought about the biochemistry that happens when protein enters the body, and how it helps build muscles, and prepare muscles for the tearing that makes them grow.<br><strong><br>“We’ll compromise.” </strong>She teased him. <strong>“I won’t eat before my run, or there will be a constant vomit pile by the bleachers, growing in size by the day. But I’ll intake proteins within an hour of my first run every morning…”</strong> To ask Salem to change her schedule, to wake up earlier just so that she could fit a meal in, digest it, and then run before class was a big demand. And, with that, she would have to stop eating at 4 pm in the evening. That was unacceptable, she’d never eat dinner. And then she would have a whole other stack of issues. <strong>“I’ll eat three eggs every morning, if I put on weight in my abs, I’m coming for you, Bishop.”</strong> She teased again, this time she included a finger, pointing in his direction. <br><br>Salem offered one more pleasant smile before she turned around and started on her way. <strong>“Thanks, by the way..."</strong> A pause developed that exposed some emotion behind those bright red eyes. <strong>"We ought ta have a few races sometime, see if those old legs can keep up with my speed.”</strong> Salem put a hand up and waved subtly from side to side. Her shoulders turned, and she was off. Still unaware to the effects she had on men like Bishop, she could feel her little booty bouncing with every step. She was a physical specimen, brimming with tension and energy. Her form made it’s way back toward the mansion for a shower and a trip to the cafeteria for <em>‘breakfast’.</em> Salem mocked the idea in her head, even as she seriously considered what kind of egg she would eat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>01-02-2017, 01:36:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.lv3.hbo.com/assets/images/series/ballers/character/s1/ricky-jarret-512x512.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Lucas Bishop<br><strong>Location:</strong> From the school to the track<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 1st, 7:10 am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers<br><strong>Content:</strong> Coming down to get some exercise<br><hr><br>Lucas nodded along with Salem. A good compromise. The early run would strip off body fat, and the food after would get in the fuel to build muscle. He was pretty sure she'd see some positives out of this. He laughed a little at her teasing. <br><br><strong>"Good compromise, Summers. No vomit, faster laps. You'll be flying 'round the track soon."</strong><br><br>Bishop grinned as she jokingly threatened him. She had a fun little sense of humour about her. He'd known a lot of men like that at war, and it always died. No, that's not the right thought path to go down Lucas. She's a student, not a soldier. And she's not going to end up like any of the men he used to know. <br><br><strong>"Come at me, Salem! Take your best shot!</strong> He laughed in response, keeping the tone light hearted. He beckoned at her in a stereotypical fighting movie pose, as if challenging her to a duel. Shaking it off he replied to her thanks. <br><br><strong>"It's what I'm here for, helping out. And sure, we can race. I'm deceptively fast. Anyway, have a good morning."<br></strong><br>He watched her head off for a few seconds, then quickly discovered that was more than slightly a bad idea. Her body was tight and, despite himself, undeniably alluring. It was never an impulse he'd even consider acting on, but it was one he definitely felt. Perhaps because it'd been a long while since he'd had any real attention. He didn't tend to have the mindset, being too focused on training and working to put effort in. But, regardless, it was wildly inappropriate to think of a student in that way and he knew that. Turning to the track he slipped his earphones in and cleared his mind. Time to get the exercise in. <br><br><div align="center"><strong>Scene End</strong></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>03-02-2017, 03:55:45</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/mfs9DGd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers | “Cyclops”<br><strong>Location:</strong> Tennis Court<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 3rd, 4:45 pm <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salem is on a bench beside the court. She has her things next to her, shoeless, she's putting new laces in her shoes. She sees Rogue coming and waves, saying hello.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> Autumn Tennis Clothes (http://i.imgur.com/XrBXtHZ.jpg) <br><hr>The weather was nice, there weren’t a lot of clouds above them. But there had been a system coming in from the North that day. It wasn’t warm. Still Salem was dressed in her little tennis skirt. Salem had four skirts like this, all identical. She was always dressed in one to play, even when it was winter. Her upper body changed from season to season. Today she was in a vintage black sweater that she only used for sports. There was some sunlight coming down onto the court, but it wasn’t intensely warm. Still, she focused on it to fight against the bite of the wind as it crept up the inside of her thighs.<br><br>It had been a weekly thing for a few months now on Sundays. And, every now and then, Rogue and Salem would play once or twice throughout the week as well. Neither of them were wildly talented, but there was little else to do around the mansion that didn’t involve a television or learning. Salem loved to educate herself. But, enjoying a good game with a friend was a wonderful activity. Salem had always been competitive, in a healthy way. She always wanted to win, and she liked to play by the rules. Even if people cheated she didn’t mind. It just made the game more of a challenge. And, there was something special about playing Tennis on the grounds of a mansion. It was high society, and Salem was starting to feel more wealthy and more accomplished every year.<br><br>Just as she did when she went running in the morning, Salem packed a bag and set it down on a bench. She was sitting beside it on the South side of the court with her tennis shoes in her hands. The bag was half full, tennis balls, extra clothes, a towel, water, and an emergency notebook if she had to remember something important. Salem was putting new laces on her shoes. She’d arrived a bit early to get ready. They had always met at five on Sundays. Salem was the crazy girl that attended a full day’s worth of school on every day of the week. She didn’t ‘celebrate’ the weekend. Every day was a march, from 6:30 am, everyday, it was time to work. It was time to live.<br><br>Others might have a song stuck in their head. Salem was quiet and motionless as her practiced fingers fed the new laces through the eyelets of her tennis shoes. Her feet were only covered in socks, flat against the tennis court. She heard footsteps approaching from the direction of the mansion. She looked up away from her laces, and saw Rogue approaching. She took her hand away from her laces and waved. <strong>“Hey! You’re early too!”</strong> She smiled and returned her fingers to the laces while she kept the ruby quartz up on Rogue coming toward her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>04-02-2017, 05:55:52</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Sc0daiw.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Laura Kinney | Wolverine<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the school lawn<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st, 2017, early morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean Grey<br><strong>Content:</strong> Laura gets a little emotional but keeps herself in check<br><hr><br>She fumbled with the uniform, trying to get a good look at it, shivering with nervous delight as she felt it and imagined it on her skin. To help her, Jean used her powers to make the suit levitate in front of Laura, and the younger woman let it slip out of her hands as it floated between them, even filling out as if an invisible woman were wearing it. <strong>"It's... Perfect..."</strong> Her words struggled to form, gripped with emotion. She was shaking slightly, nervous and giddy and a little cold, as the sun was still early in the eastern sky, and maybe hunger was getting to her for ignoring breakfast in favor of her morning workout... She felt incredibly uncomfortable, but in a way she couldn't describe. It wasn't simple the cold or the mournful tummy, it was a flood of grief for her father that had been held back, letting out in little spurts here and there when she'd let it, but otherwise keeping it tucked inside, afraid to show it.<br><br>Laura gave a nervous lick of her dry lips, and took a big side-step, so that the Wolverine uniform wasn't directly between the two girls. Her dark head glanced side to side, wary of anyone staring at the two of them and their strange display on the school lawn. Jean might have thought Laura was appraising the scene for witnesses before lunging at her with lethal intent, and Laura did indeed take a sudden lurch towards the red-headed psychic, but... Instead of going at her with claws or fists, Laura wrapped her arms around Jean's shoulders, standing on her toes to compensate for the near half foot the psychic had on her, and gave Jean a brief, awkward hug. Laura didn't do hugs, but she didn't know how to express herself and her gratitude in any better form.<br><br>A second later she pulled away, and rubbed anxiously at her naked forearm, gazing down at her boots in the dewy grass before sheepishly looking up at the still-floating uniform. Laura took each piece of the navy and yellow spandex and carefully pulled it into her arms, and then stuffed it back into the bag in which it'd been presented.<br><br><strong>"Thank you. I umm, I really needed a uniform for the team stuff. I mean, otherwise it would have just been like, shorts and a t-shirt."</strong> That wasn't entirely true, but Laura was still so overwhelmed that her greater mental faculties were buzzing around her head like a restless fly. <br><br>The younger girl glanced back at the mansion, then back to Jean. She didn't want to seem ungrateful, but Laura was in a rush to sprint back to her room to try it on. Still, she felt like she owed Jean, but what could she say? Finally, Laura slowly murmured, <strong>"I owe you. Anything you want. I promise I'll get it for you."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>04-02-2017, 12:20:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://sm.ign.com/t/ign_ro/news/n/nbc-reduce/nbc-reduces-the-player-order-to-9-episodes_5rnh.640.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Salvation<br><strong>Location:</strong> The sky, landing in the grounds<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 4th, 9:20 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Dropping off the target<br><hr><br>Salvation flew through the air at just over mach 2. He would've been almost invisible if it wasn't for the trail of flame his boots emitted. It wasn't long before he reached the mansion, scanning the area quickly he saw that the lawns and woodland were mostly empty at this time. He landed with surprising grace, scarlet eyes looking over the surrounding area carefully. No threats in the immediate area, it appeared. The wooded areas were something of a minor concern, as they were thick and dark, easily capable of concealing people. A quick swap to thermal imaging showed there was nothing more than animal life in there, though.<br><br>He began a steady march towards the school, permanently keeping very aware of his surroundings. His weaponry was all present, but offline. The goal was not a show of force or aggression here, it was just getting the girl safely to the school and leaving. He certainly didn't want a fight, in fact his orders were to flee if attacked. He carried the girl in his arms, in a firm cradle carry. She seemed relatively unharmed, although she remained unconscious for a long time. Hopefully no long term damage. <br><br>Eventually his marching pace took him to the gravel pathway just in front of the school. He looked up at the mansion. It was impressive, and beautiful, but more importantly loaded with potential threats. He quietly made certain he was ready to respond if any presented themselves, while covering the last bit of ground. He didn't want to open the door though, instead he waited perhaps a dozen meters before the entrance. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>04-02-2017, 20:18:22</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.sportshdwallpapers.com/download/actress-eliza-dushku-performing_1920x1080_615-hd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Rogue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Tennis Court <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 3rd, 4:45 pm <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers | Cyclops<br><strong>Content:</strong> Stretching, warming up, catching up.<br><hr><br>Rogue still wasn't sure just how she had fallen into this routine with Salem Summers. A part of her was simply, even two years later, shocked that anyone at this place wanted a thing to do with her. She had spent five years as their enemy, after all. Fighting them with the other members of the Brotherhood, hurting them and their friends, only to ultimately switch sides and...Yeah. Of course, a number had argued for her to be shown the door. And yet, here she was...<br><br>But, she wasn't going to question it. However it had happened, it happened, and in truth she looked forward to the weekly matches. It was a chance to get out and do something. She wasn't much of one for classes, and she wasn't technically enrolled as a student. There would be the occasional mutant class she attended, or training. Mainly training. She had to keep her skills sharp, after all, if she was to be useful to the team. <br><br>Her goal had been to get out early, warm up, stretch, before anyone else showed up. Just to limit time spent around others with skin exposed. She had tried a few times to play with Salem while covered, and...Well, the girl was good. And the workout, while covered in a track suit, left her way too hot. But Salem respected her boundaries, and typically few others were out that early in the morning, so...She could get away with stripping down some.<br><br>"Hah, and here I thought I migh' beat you here..." Rogue chuckled when Salem called out to her for being early. Walking closer to the girl, she set her tennis racket on the ground, and sat down, taking a few moments to just enjoy the feeling of the sun on her bares skin. Her arms and face were uncovered...her hands, for once, were as well. But, soon, she started to stretch, just to loosen up for the coming game. "Ready to get your ass beat today, Sal?" she teased the other girl, "Feelin' pretty good this mornin'...How're you today?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>04-02-2017, 21:46:03</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://ic.pics.livejournal.com/lijahlover/14134672/144810/144810_600.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pride | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion, watching outside<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 4th, 21:20<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salvation, Meticulous, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Watching a tableau unfold<br><hr><br>The discussions in the common room had basically forced Kitty to leave. She didn't want to fight, but Rogue was getting on her nerves. Yes, something bad had happened, and it was headed here. But even something like Salvation (what a shitty name, it should be more like "Genocide") couldn't possibly be stupid enough to attack this many mutants at once? No, it seemed really calculating. Perhaps all it was doing was just sropping off the girl he had so savagely beaten.<br><br>Remembering the attack (for it was still fresh in her mind) had her shivering. A glance around was made to see if anyone noticed. It was then that she heard something outside....a jet? A rocket? She paled slightly as she realized what it was. IT was here. Salvation. He had made good on his report, and as Kitty looked out the window, she saw him. Them. <br><br>The crunch of heavy feet in the gravel drive was muffled by the window, and Kitty could only watch as he stopped a respectable distance away. Kitty half expected him to drop the girl off and leave. But he didn't. He was just standing there. It was eerie. And Kitty didn't realize it fully, but she was holding her breath, watching the tableau unfold. This of course proved an issue, because holding her breath allowed her to pass through solid objects. <br><br>Half her body wasn't outside the mansion before she truly realized what was happening. Quickly she drew herself in, gasping as she realized her folly. She wouldn't have been seen until she had passed fully, but there might have been a chance she had been noticed. She stood stock still, watching through e window, waiting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>04-02-2017, 21:57:15</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> school grounds<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 1, early morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Wolverine (Laura)<br><strong>Content:</strong> scene end<br><hr><br>Jean could read and feel Laura’s emotions as she looked at the suit, which made her more than happy and also proud of the work she’d done for her. Although she could tell Laura was pleased with her gift, Jean did flinch a little when the girl lunged towards her. There was still a bit of an unpredictable edge to her, same as Logan, so it was understandable that Jean’s reflexes acted for her without consent. Still, she was pleasantly surprised by the hug, which drew a smile from her lips and she returned the hug in kind. Both of them loved Logan in their own way, and while they didn’t speak of it, they shared a bond through their mourning for him. Jean didn’t see Laura as a child, much less her own, but she did try to be a confidante and a friend to her. Its what Logan would have wanted, she always thought. <br><br><strong>“I felt, since you’re taking on the name, that you’d want to pay homage to the one that came before.”</strong> Jean smiled, <strong>“It seemed only right.”</strong> She smiled as the girl put the costume in the bag and seemed anxious to go try it on. It was kinda cute, but of course Jean knew better than to discuss it. Some things a girl needed to keep to herself. <strong>“Its fine,”</strong> she replied, <strong>“Friends don’t keep tabs on gifts.”</strong> She said with a wink, wanting to reassure Laura that they were friends first and foremost.<br><br>The gentle breeze was still cool in these early morning hours, so she decided to let the girl get on her way. But first… <strong>“Hey, if you ever need to talk—about anything—just give me a call.”</strong> She said as she lightly brought her fingers to her forehead, meaning telepathically. <strong>“I’ll make time for you.”</strong> She said and looked at her watch, <strong>“Oh, I need to head back. I promised David I’d cross-check some notes with him. See you around.”</strong> She made it seem more like she was busy so that Laura didn’t feel awkward excusing herself to leave. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>05-02-2017, 02:51:14</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130415145032/marvel-war-of-heroes/images/3/3d/UR_Colossus.png)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room &gt; Front Door/Grounds<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 9-4-8pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salvation, Xavier<br><strong>Content:</strong> Trying his hardest not to go out and do something rash</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">As soon as Rogue turned off the television, Piotr broadcast his thoughts so Charles could pick them up. Even if he hadn't seen the report, he'd be able to know everything as soon as he gleaned inside the Russian's head. <em>"Professor, this Salvation is bringing her here. I am going to meet him outside when he arrives. Hopefully he does his job and leaves. I suggest you keep an eye on things just in case."</em> <br><br>Turning from the Common Room, he waited until the security sensors went off and his comm unit beeped. Salvation had landed. He grit his teeth and clenched his hands together to remind himself to stay calm for everyones sakes. He took a deep breath, despite not needing to breathe in his armored form, then strode towards the front door. He saw Kitty, and despite it being her, his head was too level to be thrown off by flutterings of his heart. So he just waved at her to stay back. Every step was a loud, heavy <em>THUD</em>.<br><br>&nbsp;And the closer he got to the door, the easier it'd be for Salvation to hear. Once he reached the door, he waited for nearly a minute before opening it. Then he walked outside with his hands down by his sides, yet standing at his full height with his shoulders broad. He stared the man down, and looked at the unconscious girl in his arms. He wanted to tear Salvation apart, and no matter how good the government thought they were, they hadn't gone up against the X-Men. But, this wasn't the time and it definitely wasn't the place. Slowly walking toward him, he looked the governments latest lap dog over. He was not impressed. "If you would be so kind as to pass me the girl, then be on your way."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>05-02-2017, 05:18:12</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/Chamber2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jonothon Starsmore/ Chamber<br><strong>Location:</strong> Grounds<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 4th of September 2017, 21:20<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salvation<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting the Boogeyman<br><hr><br>It was still too early for Chamber to retreat back indoors... The kids would still be up and about, while Jono would still be out of place. He valued his privacy and while he might not sleep the British born mutant did keep an eye out at night. The way his eye would glow in the dark did keep those that meant them harm a safe ways away, while keeping others in bed. Though he couldn't be everywhere at once so things could still happen... Maybe things could change more if he walked about with his wraps undone and the biokinetic blast furnace in full view, but it really didn't matter.<br><br>So simply he sat outdoors for the time being with his glowing eyes shedding just enough light for him to read the current novel in the Falconfar series by Ed Greenwood. A small mental chuckle came from his mind as he realized that no matter how much Ed Greenwood denied it he would truly be Elminster to him. Of course that lead to Jono face walling as his palm wasn't big enough to contain the fan boy fail... Soon though Jono would look up as a new sound reached his ears...<br><br>Slowly he stood up watching twin trails of flame come closer and down to an interesting graceful landing. Brown hair dropped into his glowing eyes as Jono watched Salvation come closer. His mental voice finally appeared in Salvations mind with it's British accent being halfways kind, "So you are the one everyone is scared of..." Standing Jonothon walks towards Salvation as his eyes take in the suit, "Ya know the suit looks pretty bad ass, but I must say the codename is complete arse. To truly claim that name you must embody it to everyone, but you are only Salvation to the humans, while being the boogeyman to us...." Jonothon starts to turn back towards the mansion while his mental voice remains the same, "The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest fear is the fear of the unknown..."<br><br>Turning he glances back at Salvation without even reaching towards the black leather wrapping about his face, "It would be nice to truly find a middle ground so no innocents would be harmed from either side. Of course you are only following orders right?" As Colossus came out and faced down Salvation Chamber had one last thing to echo in their minds, "The depths of a man's soul cannot be measured in a manner of meters and fathoms; but rather, it is in my opinion, only quantified by his proximity to heaven and hell. It was in such a state that I ushered myself past the town tavern, bursting at the seams with the sounds of laughter and drunken piano playing.<br>Had it only been a different night, a different place, a different kind of man passing by the threshold of that innocent pub, the events that transpired at that point would have undoubtedly been drastically different. I can only guess if anyone outside that place had a clue when those exclamations of mirth became the desperate screams of the helpless begging for their very lives."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>05-02-2017, 11:27:48</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> Military Humvee approaching the mansion<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 4th of September 2017. 21:10 -21:19<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ambassador Valerie Edwards (one way communication), Ambassador Aubrey Smith (One way communication), President Curtis M. Yates<br>(Mentioned) David Charleston (Mentioned) Logan (Mentioned) Charles Xavier (Mentioned)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Getting to the Mansion, James being pissed at the government, shouting at Ambassador's over the phone. <br><hr><br>James looked with a dumbfounded gaze down at his phone, not believing what he saw. Around him, the soldiers tensed up. Two of them,&nbsp; Sergeant Eduardo Sanchez and Lance corporal James Peters, tensed up as they knew what was about to happen. They'd been his escort for long enough to have actually gotten to know James. Heck, if not for the fact that they were in essence his prison guards, they might have been friends. Sanchez moved a hand to touch James' shoulder, a gesture that was shot down immediately "don't even think about it!" He flipped through contacts in his phone till he found who he was looking for "Valerie! Have you talked to Eric yet? Get on it then! Reassure him that we've got it handled! Of course he won't fucking like it, that's why you have to calm him down before we have an all out fight on the front lawn!" He shouted into the phone to compensate for the noise of the humvee. He growled as he ended the conversation while Valerie was saying something " What the fuck is Charleston thinking!" he shouted as another call connected "What the fuck are those two plotting!?" <br><br>He was genuinely angry now, so angry he had to consciously stop himself from using derogatory terms, or calling them children which he was inclined to just about now. "Yates should know better! for fucks sake Aubrey, what is the government thinking! do you know how many of our students will see this as an act of war!?" He couldn't even begin to think of the consequences now "I know Aubrey, I know... but I can't just do nothing about this! You go tell that pigheaded president of yours that he can kiss the cure for his daughter's asthma bye bye till I get his assurances that that thing will never set foot on our soil without permission, and if can't, I might just have to pull another '05 and we both know how that is going to end... for you guys. You people better be thankful I'm on Charles' side in this." he said as he hung up, the last bit had been a not so veiled threat of what he COULD do if he didn't have Charles calming him down, if James abandoned his morals like he had done during the war. James sighed and leaned forward, resting his head in his hands, pushing his elbows into his knees as he delved into himself<br><br>"<em><strong>Bacterial solution, cultivate batch to eat through metal, very much like previous experiments with inorganic removal solutions. Would be best if kept to specific metals, composition of suit unknown, must try on Iridium and Titanium first. Tempted to ask Logan for permission to test on claws. Second solution, air-born virus, too small for filters, target Sapiens only limited outside survivability to limit affected group, must research black death further for viability. </strong></em>" The thoughts had come to him within a nano-second and they were not alone, he ran billions of scenarios in his head right now. Charles had once been invited by James to try and read his mind while he was focussing his powers, a task that Charles found exhausting due to the amount of information being processed. James stirred a bit as he picked out a pen and paper from his bag and started writing down, making sure to write in the cipher he always did with military around him. <br><br>As the Humvee stopped at the gates, James got out and glared at the marines with him, the gates opened and as they were about to follow him, he glared at them "through this gate is our ONLY sanctuary, if you follow me in here, I will not take that kindly, your job is DONE now go back to your superiors and tell them that I am THROUGH working with the American military. And remember, the only reason you're alive right now, is because I convinced those young men not to kill you guys to free me from my bondage!" he growled as he stormed up the long driveway. Then he saw it overhead, the suit fly towards him and James broke into a run, slinging his backpack over his shoulders. As he walked up the driveway, he saw the suit lower itself gracefully, and then saw a young man moving up to the suit, though from here he could not tell who. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>05-02-2017, 17:29:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://sm.ign.com/t/ign_ro/news/n/nbc-reduce/nbc-reduces-the-player-order-to-9-episodes_5rnh.640.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Salvation<br><strong>Location:</strong> The grounds just in front of the school<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 4th, 9:20 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Stand Down<br><hr><br>Salvation stood, silent, as various mutants almost appeared to assemble around him. He assessed them as they approached, knowing who most were in an instant and making certain things were prepared should they decide to become aggressive. The split second the voice entered his head his helmet set up telepathic shields, allowing the voice to project itself but readying to bar any efforts at manipulating his mind. He brought up his right arm, a threatening military shotgun at his wrist locked and loaded square at the chest of the mutant with the bandaged head. Directly ahead Colossus, a man he knew by reputation, approached. Threatening, yes, even in the Equalizer he was still considerably smaller than the metal Russian. But he packed a great deal more firepower. Firing up his parabolic microphone he spoke, his voice modulated and automated with a heavy grating tone, echoing out to make sure anyone nearby could hear him perfectly. <br><br><strong>"Stand down. Do not make any sudden or aggressive moves. I am not here to fight. Take the girl to an infirmary, her condition is stable."</strong><br><br>He showed no outward signs of registering those around him, aside from the lethal weapon leveled at the telepath. But that was a simple warning message. Part of him wanted to try to speak to them. He wasn't their enemy. He was a man doing his job, trying to prevent someone else's bad day from getting people killed. Somebody had to do it, to stop mutants from being free to act as they please. He gently lay the girl on the ground, facing Colossus, and then stepped away from her body. He registered another stranger approaching, spinning rapidly to check. In an instant his camera identified him as a mutant doctor who'd worked with the U.S military. No current threat, and he spun back around to keep focused on Colossus. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>05-02-2017, 18:03:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.newyorkera.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/12/Emma-Watson-HD-Images-2017-photos-Pictures-wallpapers-Download-54.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Location:</strong> Grounds - In Front of the School<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 4th, 9:20 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salvation, other X-Men present<br><strong>Content:</strong> Being brave and hating every minute of it.<br><hr><br>Rahne was steel reeling from the newscast that she had watched. The government showing off a new attack dog, and the brutal capture of a mutant...Unlike many of the others inside the school, her feelings on the matter were torn, and it was partly to that effect that she had fled the lounge. As Rogue got angry, her Brotherhood sympathies shining through, and the other two girls...No. No, she had needed time to think. Time to gather her thoughts...<br><br>So the hour between seeing the news cast and the the Scot walking outside was a blur. Someone might have come and talked to her, she wasn't sure. But ultimate, she needed fresh air, and still holding her Bible to her stomach, arms wrapped around it, she stepped outside. She had every intention of going to her clearing in the woods, and sitting there. Yes, it was late...But the weather was still warm. Warmer that it would have been this time of year in Scotland, anyway. Though, there she would have been in her mother's lab, safe, with none of these worries that came with living in America. It was funny how times had changed.<br><br>The land of the free, becoming the land of the afraid...<br><br>She was not paying much attention to what was going on around her as she walked, eyes downcast to the paved walkway in front of the school. The thud of armored boots landing a bit away from her, and then the heavy thudding as Colossus appeared and walked by her. And even then, she was oblivious...right up until she walked straight into the metal Russian's back.<br><br>"Wha--? Ow..." she mumbled, rubbing her nose, looking up at the man. Then she peeked around him, and saw Salvation...and her stomach dropped. That was the last thing she wanted to see...She glanced around, as Colossus asked the girl from the television to be handed over. Some man in a mask was staring at Salvation, and down the walkway, someone running towards them. A part of her felt like she should say something, especially as tense as the situation was. She _should_ go running back into the mansion and hide under her bed, but...Would that count as sudden?<br><br>"No one here want t' fight either..." she said softly, her slender frame stepped from before where Colossus's much larger body had her rather nicely hidden. "...Thank you...for not killing her. Please, just..." she paused. Her heart was racing. Why was she doing this? Of, for the love of God, why was she doing this. A hand came up to clutch reassuringly at her cross, as she just nodded to Salvation. No doubt the sensors in the suit could pick up the girl was terrified. Elevated heart rate, dilating pupils, a shudder in her voice. "...Have a good day, sir. Go in...in God's grace..." she bid him, before looking at Yolande. She wasn't strong enough to take the girl to the infirmary, so, she just glanced up at Colossus. And, well, she was a bit too afraid to stray more that a foot from his side in that moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>05-02-2017, 18:15:57</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> Mansion grounds. <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 4th of September 2017. 21:20<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salvation, Colossus<br><strong>Content:</strong> Throwing his weight around<br><hr><br>James saw the monstrosity of metal standing before him, and at the same time saw Peter walk down from the house. James had been away for far too long he realized, the sight of Peter causing a smile to appear on his lips. It faded quickly though as he looked at Salvation and sighed, heavy hearted, but with clear knowledge of what he had to do. He picked up his phone swiped a few times. <br><br>"Tell me Soldier, what permission do you have to land on our grounds? we have a signed agreement with the PRESIDENT that no American military personnel is allowed upon our grounds without prior permission, you could have dropped her off at the gate, you knew I was coming, that suit must have IFF systems that saw the Humvee I was being escorted in. Also, I feel obligated to inform you that I have just activated a personal contingency system designed for just such an event. If I do not disengage this contingency, your government will have something of a problem on their hands with a bunch of pissed off businessmen, political donors, not to mention a public suddenly bereft of the medications they use to make their dull insignificant lives bearable"<br><br>&nbsp;he said as he stepped closer "Oh, not to mention the problem you're going to have with the UN when their Malaria cure suddenly stop being produced" he said, not a shadow of regret or empathy left in his voice as he walked by the Armoured man and looked at the girl, kneeling where she lay "Huh, healing factor "he said as he looked at the young woman before standing up, turning to face Salvation for a moment while taking off his backpack. <br><br>He rummaged through the backpack finally finding a vial with a bright blue substance inside. He looked up at Salvation and then out the vial "This is a small pox vaccine, there is an outbreak in India right now, this little thing is worth about 22 billion dollars" He looked at Salvation and then crushed the vial. He looked at Colossus as he approached "She's fine Piotr, is the professor coming out, or is he staying in doors?" he asked in Russian, his accent indicative of how he'd come to learn it, from Red Army soldiers native to Stalingrad. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>05-02-2017, 18:24:29</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/d/d0/Gambit33.png/180px-Gambit33.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gambit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front lawn<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 4th, 9:20 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salvation<br><strong>Content:</strong> Gambit giving Salvation a piece of his mind<br><hr><br>By the time Gambit made it to the front lawn where the metal bucket stood, several other people had already arrived and was standing there keeping an eye on the <em>enemy</em>, even after he had placed the girl down on the ground and was ready to&nbsp; leave. It seemed like tempers were flared and to be honest he couldn't blame them since he was pissed at what he saw on the television as well. This guy claimed he didn't want a fight but what did he expect when he had just bounced a girl's head off of the pavement to knock her unconscious. Either he was really stupid or....well, he was stupid....period.<br><br>Twirling, his bo staff in his hand like a baton, he stepped closer to the man, but not close enough to hit him and just glared at him with his Ruby red eyes. If the man made so much as a move he was going to fill him so full of kinetic energy he wouldn't need those damn boots to fly. "You are not here ta' fight! Really...because ah' tink' ya' already started a fight when ya' smashed dis' poor girl's head into the ground!<br><br>What de' hell is wrong wit' ya'? You tink' ya' are above us?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>05-02-2017, 22:54:28</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/mfs9DGd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers | “Cyclops”<br><strong>Location:</strong> Tennis Court<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 3rd, 4:45 pm <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salem is on a bench to put on shoes. She continues the conversation while doing so. Begins to stretch, continues talking.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> Autumn Tennis Clothes (http://i.imgur.com/XrBXtHZ.jpg) <br><hr>Salem had already been on the second shoe, and as Rogue came up to her, she was finishing up. With the shoes laced, she proceeded to lift one foot up after another to slip them on. Then came the tying. She kept up the conversation as aut pilot took care of the motor controls.<br><br>It was a good sign that Rogue was early. The weekly tennis match had been Salem’s idea from the beginning. She didn’t necessarily need more to do. She attended school seven days a week, so there was a limited time for any activity. But Rogue had taken a liking to this, much to Salem’s surprise, and now the other girl was even showing up early. <em>‘Might find myself out on the court more and more.’ - ‘should keep an eye on that.’ - ‘I’ve read the Witches of Eastwick’ - ‘nasty women those.’ - ‘of course… different worlds.’</em> Salem’s mind was fast. She thought about the dangers of tennis taking up too much of her time in a split second before she responded to Rogue.<br><br><strong>“That would have been something.”</strong> Salem was always early to everything. She was the one who set up the horsderves at parties. She was the girl who showed up before social events started, and spent awkward moments with the host in the kitchen instead of socializing. She’d heard the words ‘fashionably late’ before. But, she didn’t like the concept. So, when others did show up fashionably late, she was never impressed. <br><br>Rogue immediately jumped into her antagonist style of competition. The other girl had learned that Salem was quite competitive already. And, although Salem never acted like a sore loser, her effort on the court right before a loss always made it evident; Salem hated losing. She laughed at Rogue, appreciating the competitive spirit. <strong>“Are you...?”</strong> She smiled, that hadn't been a question at all. <strong>“Good to see you too, Rogue.” </strong>Her attitude was jovial. She looked happy. Her smile was honest, and her cheeks were bright from the biting wind. Rogue was a welcome sight. <em>’she looks great…’ - ‘hmm.’ </em>Salem offered a comfortable half-smile. <strong>“I’m good too.”</strong> Salem always felt the same, challenged, driven, and marching with a chip on her shoulder. But, she had found ways to avoid those subjects during idle chit chat like this. <strong>“The wind’s a little aggressive, though.” </strong>She was making sure to keep her knees pinned together as she put her shoes on. Any subtle movement let the wind in. A brief moment passed as she tied her shoes.<br><br><strong>“I think…” </strong>She paused as her hands whipped around her foot, tying the laces and finishing the process of the shoe-thing. <strong>“...I need to stretch out. I’ve been in class for a while today. My shoulders feel tight.”</strong> Salem knew full well that everything was tight, but her shoulders were always the first to show their fatigue.<br><br>She lowered herself from the bench down to the ground, making sure her skirt was under her. It was time to let the wind in, if she was going to start stretching. She put herself in a lazy barbie stretch to activate everything. Left arm inside of her right knee over her left leg. She engaged the stretch and focused on her back, careful to light each muscle group up in her mind as she stretched half of them, and clinched the others.<br><br>Her eyes were closed, but no one would have been able to tell. <strong>“How are things going with the others? Anyone else still giving you shit?”</strong> It was nice being around Rogue. It reminded Salem of who she was before the laser beam. When she was an orphan girl with a close friend every now and then, tough girls with dirty mouths and an attitude. Salem had once been similar to that type, rebellious, ungrounded, angry. It was nice, it was human. She could tap into it at will around Rogue. <strong>“It’s been a while now, I feel like people would be used to having you around.”</strong> Salem’s mouth kept running as she switched her stretch to the other side. Right arm inside of left leg over right knee. <strong>“You’ve been her longer than most people I know.” </strong>It wasn’t an untrue statement. But it might have been challenging, Salem had made it a mission to make Rogue feel like she belonged here. She was deep now into the campaign.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>06-02-2017, 05:09:22</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> Grounds in front of the school<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 4th - 9:20 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gambit, Salvation, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Tess is trying to prevent a fight.<br><hr><br>Tess hadn't been properly introduced to much of anyone at the school yet, but it was probably her own fault. She tried to avoid people as much as she could in the life she had before coming to the X-Mansion. After watching on the sidelines for a while, hoping everything would go smoothly, she noticed the level of hostility towards Salvation beginning to rise and couldn't stay silent anymore. <strong>"Just let him leave! There's no reason to fight! Jeez, you guys need to fucking calm yourselves and just help the girl! There's no use starting a fucking brawl right now!"</strong><br><br>She ran over and carefully positioned herself between Salvation and Gambit. Tess was definitely not an intimidating one, standing at a mere 5'3" and only 115lbs, but she did have a voice and she intended to use it as if it was the only thing she had. Standing between the two, with her back to Salvation, she looked up at the man in front of her and pleaded in a calm voice, hoping to not get him more riled up. Black side-swept bangs hid most of the right side on her face, including one of her blue-gray eyes. <strong>"Just let him leave and be done with it until you cool off. Please."</strong><br><br>Sure, she had seen what happened to the girl, but nothing was going to change that. To her, there was no use taking out just some government drone. As far as she knew, he was doing his job. Sure, he probably didn't have to be so rough, but if this girl did have a healing factor, it was possibly necessary. Tess didn't know anything about the girl. She didn't know her temperament or the things she was capable of. All she knew was that the girl was brought here and it was probably what was best for her right now, whether she liked it or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>06-02-2017, 22:05:30</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130415145032/marvel-war-of-heroes/images/3/3d/UR_Colossus.png)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room &gt; Front Door/Grounds<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 9-4-8pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salvation, Everyone else outside<br><strong>Content:</strong> Becoming the voice of rationality</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> Standing there in front of Salvation and the poor girl he'd placed on the ground, Colossus wanted to beat the man so badly all that remained was pulp inside that fancy armor of his. But that was not his job, not here, not now. He had come out here for two reasons. To see Salvation off their property, and to take the girl into the building to get her the help she needed. <br><br>And while it was a gilded cage she'd come to live in with the rest of them...at least it was gilded. Jono tried to help, but unfortunately, his method of communication was definitely seen as threatening by Salvation. So when the man leveled a shotgun at Jono(even though it wouldn't work on a man like him), Colossus took a step closer. "Lower...your...weapon. He can <em>only</em> communicate through telepathy, so he's just talking to you. Not every single mutant is a threat for simply breathing, but then again that brainwashing I hear about is pretty serious, da? Besides, he is leaving. Let him be on his way." He kept his voice calm, but it was clear what he was stating. <br><br>Salvation was nothing more than a government funded racist. True mutants were dangerous, but they didn't send a man in an armored suit after terrorists in the Middle East. Or the Friends of Humanity when they raped and murdered mutants and mutant <em>children</em> in the street. That was for another time, though. There had been a commotion at the gate, but he couldn't afford to focus on anything other than the powder keg in power armor standing a few feet away from him; his first televised victim still unconscious at his feet. While the man who'd arrived at the gates was still running toward them, he heard more than felt the impact against his back.<br><br>&nbsp;He turned and looked down to see the timid wolf-girl, Rahne, peeking out sheepishly from behind his massive frame. He groaned internally, as his warning to everyone to stay inside had apparently fallen on deaf ears, as Jono and Rahne had already come outside. He had no doubt at least one more person would make themselves known aside from their new arrival. She was safest right next to Colossus at the moment, so he let her speak. It was astonishing to see her so...kind despite everything. Even he had moments when he had to struggle.<br><br>&nbsp;Once she was done, he put a firm, yet gentle hand on her shoulder. "Rahne, could you do me a favor and go see to it that the infirmary is prepped for our guest? I'm sure one of the teachers or medical students can help. Hurry along now, as soon as we get her down there, we need to check her over." He hoped he didn't sound mean or condescending, as he knew how sensitive the Scotswoman was. However she was in very real danger out here and he wanted her safely inside. At least with just him, if Salvation tried any of that bullshit, he'd have more of a fight than he could handle on his hands with Colossus.<br><br>&nbsp;He would fight to the death to defend his school, and his family...and there was very little that could actually <em>kill</em> the Colossus. As it turns out, the running man was one James Nicola Bradley. Doctor Nemesis as he was known, and one of the Professor's oldest living friends, as well as one of the most brilliant minds on the planet in multiple fields. He didn't even interrupt him as he tore into Salvation. Nemesis was known far and wide, and he was too valuable to harm, especially for just talking, and even moreso when he was right.<br><br>&nbsp;Colossus was still ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. The good thing about being 100% metallic is that it was nearly impossible to read subtle things like muscle twitches, or which way his dull, blank white eyes were looking. He let the doctor do a preliminary investigation and nodded when he said she was fine. <acronym title="Good. We'll get her inside immediately">"Хорошо. Мы получим ее внутрь немедленно."</acronym> To the Doc's question about Charles, Charles pointed to a high window overlooking the grounds. <acronym title="He's there, keeping an eye on things. It'd take too long for him to get down here right now">"<br>Он там, держа глаза на вещи. Было бы слишком долго для него, чтобы получить здесь прямо сейчас."</acronym> Apparently, things were destined to keep going downhill though, as Gambit ran outside and immediately started mouthing off to Salvation. He was even twirling his staff, and Colossus knew how much damage that thing coupled with the Cajun's powers could do. Before he could even admonish him, another student put themselves in danger and ran outside. She tried to put Remy in check, but it didn't make Piotr feel any better. He took a deep breath and cleared his throat loudly. "Enough! Any <em>mutant</em> not myself, or the Doctor, take yourself inside right <em>now</em>. Gambit," he said and slowly turned his head to him. "This is not the time to say or do the wrong thing and make this situation worse. We do <em>not</em> go waving weapons around because we are upset over an injustice. We are better than that, and the Professor has told you as much. We will talk later, but for now, <em>inside</em>." From Piotr's tone, and the grimace on his face, this was not up for discussion. "You too, young lady," he said with a shooing nod toward Hourglass. At this point he no longer cared if Salvation felt threatened or not. So he walked up to the girl and scooped her into his arms.<br><br>&nbsp;"Everyone is going back inside, we have the girl. Your job here is done, so I respectfully ask you to leave, <em>now</em>. Your presence is clearly upsetting to our people, and for good reason." Before he could leave, Piotr spoke up again. "One piece of advice before you go. I hope for your own sake, you can show more restraint, understanding, and <em>humanity</em> in the future. The next mutant you hunt down like a runaway slave might not be a scared teenage girl just trying to live her life in peace." There was so much more he wanted to say, but he was done with this. "Our business is concluded. Hurry along back to your Masters." were the last words Colossus offered before waiting for Salvation to hastily leave the premises.<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>06-02-2017, 23:00:34</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/d/d0/Gambit33.png/180px-Gambit33.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gambit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front lawn<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 4th, 9:20 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tess<br><strong>Content:</strong> Sweet talking Tess<br><hr><br>For as much as Remy wanted to have a go at Salvation, he looked down into the eyes of the dark haired girl and couldn't act on his anger. Damn, it! He always was a sucker for a pretty face. Especially, when they so sweetly said please. So, putting, his staff away, he stood down for now but gave Colossus a not to nice look before nodding and stepping away and turning to make his way back inside. Yes, him and Colossus would talk later but what he would have to say would be something the metal head probably wouldn't want to hear. <br><br>Turning, toward Tess, his demeanor quickly changed to where he put out his arm to take while giving the young girl a charming smile. If he wasn't wanted or needed outside. The least he could do is walk a pretty girl safely back to the house. So, being his normal knight in shining armor self, he waited to see if she would take him up on his offer so they could get out of everyone's way. "Mind if ah' walk ya' back to de' mansion, chere'?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>06-02-2017, 23:24:28</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> Grounds in front of the school<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 4th, 9:20 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gambit, Colossus, Salvation<br><strong>Content:</strong> Tess is feeling relief and embarrassment.<br><hr><br>Tess stayed standing as a barricade between Salvation and Gambit, her body tense beneath an over-sized dark gray sweater and a pair of skinny jeans. Her fists were clenched, trying to keep her hands from trembling. She was afraid, but she knew she had to stand her ground to make sure things resolved as peacefully as possible. Luckily, she didn't have to stand her ground for long as Gambit seemed to ease up at the sight of the non-threatening mutant before him. Colossus, who was far more intimidating than she, thankfully seemed to be on her side on this one. It was a good thing, because she wasn't sure how she was going to manage to hold everyone back on her own. <strong>"Yes, sir,"</strong> she responded quietly after the large metallic man told her to go back inside. She wasn't going to ignore his orders when he seemed to have no intention of harming Salvation at this point in time. Her fists loosened and she became a bit more at ease with the situation before her.<br><br>Before she could step to walk away, Gambit turned back to face her and offered an arm. The chivalry was unexpected and she was immediately taken aback by it. Her freckled cheeks flushed a light rosy shade and she hesitantly took his arm. Her sweater sleeve slid up her wrist just enough to reveal a finger-less glove, but not far enough to expose any skin. <strong>"Thank you,"</strong> she embarrassingly whispered as she followed Gambit's lead back to the mansion, occasionally glancing back to make sure the situation would not get hostile again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>07-02-2017, 01:58:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://sm.ign.com/t/ign_ro/news/n/nbc-reduce/nbc-reduces-the-player-order-to-9-episodes_5rnh.640.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Salvation<br><strong>Location:</strong> The grounds just in front of the school<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 4th, 9:20 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone in the grounds<br><strong>Content:</strong> Stand Down<br><hr><br>Salvation focused on the towering metallic Russian ahead of him, listening to his words. He swiftly lowered his weapon, perhaps surprising those around him. Despite the blind aggression of Gambit at least one of the X-Men was in control of himself. Salvation opted to put faith in Piotr's ability to keep his people under control. The young Scottish girl at least had some sense in her. He smiled inside his suit, but there was no outward sign of that. He truly didn't want to be an image of fear for these people. But he did have at least a slight bit of remaining statement to make. He turned to the man who had yelled at him so aggressively and looked down at the doctor. <br><br><strong>"I operate on mission parameters set by Director Charleston. When responding to threats to the safety and security of the American nation he takes orders from nobody. I landed in your grounds to drop her directly to you, as quickly as possible. She is clearly suffering no long-term harm, every action I took was calculated."<br></strong><br>He turned to face both the Doctor and Colossus to finish speaking. <br><br><strong>"I will take your suggestions to heart. Understanding is vital. Perhaps you would do well to inform some of your members of the fear they spread throughout the hearts of powerless civilians everywhere. This 'Clearly upsetting' presence I have is the same one you have on a street. It is not nice to feel vulnerable and powerless."</strong><br><br>But he was no politician. Perhaps his words would make some small quantity of sense to some of them, or at least his willingness to lower his weapons and speak calmly. No matter what they did or thought, it was certainly time he left. Any further thoughts the angrier members of the X-Men held could be told to someone else, it wasn't his job description to be a complaints department. He took a few steps back from the unconscious mutant and then almost effortlessly hovered a few feet in the air. He seemed to give a brief nod of respect to Colossus, appreciating the mans care for the students and willingness to put aside any petty feelings for the good of the vulnerable. And with that there was a brief second of overwhelming heat, a flash of flame and the suit was almost instantly a soaring speck in the night sky. The sonic boom echoed above the grounds, and before long there was no sign of Salvation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>07-02-2017, 02:56:43</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/Chamber2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jonothon Starsmore/ Chamber<br><strong>Location:</strong> Grounds<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 4th of September 2017, 21:20<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salvation<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting the Boogeyman<br><hr><br>Well what Colossus had said was true, Jono had been totally intent on leaving when having a shotgun levelled at him brought him short. No words came from the British mutant, but a finger did slightly twitch as he briefly considered bringing it to the black leather wrapped about his mouth. However Jono dismissed the thought a moment later as he could also blast through his clothing as well. He had more wraps handy and the shirt was plain... Things might have been different if it was one of his Iron Maiden or Ramones shirts though!<br><br>The grounds started to become really crowded as more students started to gather. Jono let out a mental sigh and when Salvation lowered the weapon, Jono continued on his way as Remy and some of the others started to get aggressive. Piotr had something for the timid girl to do, but for the others? Tempers were getting hot and he was just about inside when the others got yelled at. However at the sonic boom that signaled the departure of Salvation, Jono turned back around to head back to his seat by the steps. Up came the book once again as his voice wondered aloud, "I wonder how that tin can would hold up against my flames?"<br><br>Salvations parting words did linger in Jono's head for a moment before being shook away, "Powerless? Right...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>08-02-2017, 04:29:30</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/d/d0/Gambit33.png/180px-Gambit33.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gambit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front Lawn/Mansion<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 4th, 9:20 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tess<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr><br>"Remy wants teh' apologize for what happened back der'! Not was ah' only upset by what ah' saw on the television but ta' tink' dat' he saw no issue with what he had done...angered me even more. Ah' do hope ya' can forgive meh! Ah' never meant tah' scare ya'."<br><br>After Remy walked the young lady back inside of the mansion, he gently slipped his arm out from hers and gently planted a kiss on the back of her hand. Then with a tip of the hat, he gave her a wink before taking his bo staff in hand and twirling it like a baton....except without the kinetic energy soaring through it, and began walking down the hall. "Name is Remy LeBeau, chere'. If ya' ever need my services again feel free to find meh. Ah' always love the company of a beautiful woman."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>08-02-2017, 04:54:41</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> Front entrance of mansion<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 4th, 9:20 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gambit<br><strong>Content:</strong> Tess is embarrassed by her awkwardness. End scene.<br><hr><br>With only one last glance to where they had been coming from, Tess dropped her concern with the situation outside as she passed through the doorway into the mansion. <strong>"You didn't scare me. I just really dislike the fighting,"</strong> she replied softly before looking up to Remy as he stopped walking and kissed the back of her gloved hand. She couldn't help but blush brightly. She had never really experienced anything so charming. She stood nearly frozen as she watched him walk away while still saying sweet nothings that chirped in her ear like birds.<br><br><em><strong>"Beautiful?"</strong></em> she responded, a bit startled by the word. <strong><em>"Crap!"</em></strong> she groaned as she heard how stupid she sounded. Lifting her right hand up, she rewound time and replayed the moment. She listened to his sweet words again, hoping to be prepared for it this time, but she wasn't. It still caught her off guard, but luckily not as much. <strong>"I will,"</strong> she responded softly, half-hoping he wouldn't hear her mouse-like reply.<br><br>She stood frozen for only a few seconds longer as she watched him walk off while she replayed the words in her head. Finally, she walked down a random hallway, wandering aimlessly as she thought of how she could've responded better, as if she was trying to prepare herself for if there was a next time. It stayed on her mind for far too long.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>08-02-2017, 05:26:58</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e6/b9/66/e6b966a6fb49c19181d2cb6d597c1b78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pride | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion, watching outside<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 4th, 21:20<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salvation, Meticulous, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Watching a tableau unfold, angered at the end<br><hr><br>Kitty had watched the entire tableau unfold. The entire time, she had had a rather tight knot forming in the pit of her stomach. The latest member of the goverment anti-mutant gestapo weapon had just been revealed, and Shadowcat wanted none of it. Still, things seemed tense, but there seemed to be little chance of things blowing up. That was good. At least, that had been the though.<br><br>The parting words from the metal monstrosity that was "Salvation" (she had by now decided firmly that she would be calling him "Genocide" for the foreseeable future) was enough to make Kitty lose her shit. Vulnerable and powerless? Was this guy serious? Her anger was enough to spur her into action, even if "Salvation" was taking flight, and likely wouldn't hear her anyways. She was still stalking towards the remaining group, glaring up at the sky. <br><br>"Powerless? POWERLESS?!?! Tell that to the mutants that are ostracized by their own fucking country, asshole! Tell that to the kids who are FORCED to either come here or go to JAIL just for being alive!" Kitty was heated. Testament to that was by the fact that she had picked up a rock from the gravel driveway, hurling it towards the sky where Salvation had just left. "WE DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS!!!!!!" <br><br>Dimly, Kitty was aware that there were others around watching her. It was times like this...terrible words spoken by bullies like the man who had just left...that Kitty truly hated her very nature. She stood alone, a bit apart from the group as she continued to stare up at the sky. Deep down, Kitty knew....she just <em>knew</em>...that this was not going to be the last time they had seen Salvation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>08-02-2017, 23:44:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.newyorkera.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/12/Emma-Watson-HD-Images-2017-photos-Pictures-wallpapers-Download-54.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Location:</strong> Grounds - In Front of the School<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 4th, 9:20 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salvation, other X-Men present<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rahne exits scene.<br><hr><br>Rahne frowned slightly as, for the most part, she seemed to have been ignored. Not that she minded. In this situation, being ignored was probably a good thing. Still, she had thought her words had some merit...Even if they were instantly discredited by all kinds of angry people showing up. The idiot that liked playing cards, the angry doctor, and so on...<br><br>So, with a slight sigh, she looked up at the massive metal Russian when he looked down at her and spoke. She still flinched slightly at his words. She could tell he was displeased with the situation--her part included, so, she merely nodded quickly.<br><br>"Right, o' course..." she said, glancing at Doctor nemesis briefly, and turning and putting Colossus between her and Salvation, and moving for the school. She didn't get far before she heard the military man take off, but, she refused to look back.<br><br>The girl just headed back inside the school to alert the infirmary someone was coming, and left again. This time, she was using the backdoor to get out to her little clearing in the woods...
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>09-02-2017, 00:05:03</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.sportshdwallpapers.com/download/actress-eliza-dushku-performing_1920x1080_615-hd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Rogue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Tennis Court <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 3rd, 4:45 pm <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers | Cyclops<br><strong>Content:</strong> Stretching, warming up, catching up.<br><hr><br>"...Girl, if you been in classes all day t'day, you need to get out more," Rogue laughed softly, shaking her head at Salem's sheer...Salem-ness. It hadn't taken long to learn that the other girl was driven. To put it lightly. Sometimes she wondered if Salem even slept, as she constantly seemed to be in class, or doing something, sucking up to this teacher or that teacher, and so on and so forth. Not that she held it against her. But damn, she needed to learn to relax more. "T'day is Sunday, who were y' in class with?"<br><br>Shifting a bit closer to sit across from Salen on the ground, she just started to mirror her stretching. She didn't need to be as mindful with her clothing as Salem did, in her skirt. Her sports pants and top were immune to the troubles wind could cause. It was a very rare day she ever got to wear such feminine clothing...A part of her would be lying if she claimed she wasn't even a bit jealous. Dressing up nice, being feeling good about how she looked...Well, it wasn't really for her, but being able to be so comfortable and show some skin? That was worth being jealous over. <br><br>"Eh...Jus' th' same ones as usual," the Southern belle answered with a shrug. Even two years later there were people who weren't too fond of her. She caused a fair bit of harm as a Brotherhood member, after all..."Is what it is. I don't talk much wit' them anyway." She didn't socialize overmuch in general, anyway. Sessions in the Danger Room to train, missions, and occasions bouts out to get food or play tennis with Salem. Aside from that, she basically just spent time with her roommate, when the hyperactive girl was around, and...chilled. Or tried to chill. <br><br>"What 'bout you? Lookin cute in that skirt there...New school year startin', got any boys y' have yer eyes on?" she teased, winking at Salem.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>09-02-2017, 19:18:35</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> Grounds and Pool area<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3rd, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dazzler<br><strong>Content:</strong> Tess is waiting for Alison by the pool.<br><hr><br>Wearing an over-sized black sweater that fell just above her mid-thigh, Tess walked barefoot through the grass, the fair skin on her legs completely exposed. In her arms, she hugged a towel to her chest, half-hiding her face in it as her blue-gray eyes scanned the premises around her. She felt exposed, having not shown this much skin in public since she went to summer camp when she was young. Her heart raced as she made her way to the pool, hoping she wouldn't bump into anyone along the way. All this open space around her made her feel like anyone around would focus on her. It was hardly comforting.<br><br><em>"I really hope she doesn't stand me up and leave me alone out here,"</em> she thought, not seeing any sight of Alison near the pool. She was worried that it may have all been a trick, but she was still hopeful that it wasn't. One of the biggest reasons she came to this school was to feel like she could have friends without the worry of being persecuted for who she was.<br><br>When she finally reached the Pool area, her shoulders fell slightly. It was a relief that she made it there without anyone seeing her, to her knowledge. After looking over the lawn chairs briefly, she decided to sit down and rest the towel in her lap. She was a bit early to meet Alison, having not wanted to chance being late. After all, she was hoping they could really be friends, so she wanted to make a good impression for their first time actually hanging out, as opposed to simply chatting in the hallway after class.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>09-02-2017, 21:19:58</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/b3795dc883141e14a32d51eaea8a21c3/tumblr_msnglapUzZ1ri7sbzo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alison Blaire Stevenson | Dazzler<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pool are<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 3rd, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hourglass<br><strong>Content:</strong> Just arriving<br><hr><br>Alison smiled from ear to ear as she ran towards the pool, she had seen Tess walking towards the pool area already, so she knew she was already there. It was rare to see Alison smiling, but then again, no one had ever asked her to come swimming before. She had grown up with a pool with her adoptive family, and had gone swimming almost every day. She didn't stop as she saw Tess sitting in the lawn chair, no, Alison jumped into the water and as the water splashed the "clothes" she'd been wearing disappeared in a cacophony of different shades of light, the light hitting the water in the air causing a hundred tiny rainbows to form. <br><br>As Alison pushed herself up after having descended to the bottom she looked over at Tess with a wide smile on her face, wearing a surprisingly normal looking swinsuit with an open back. "Come on! the water is lovely!" She said with a giggle, ever so happy being back in water, and away from people inside the mansion. Across the surface of the water one of Alison's photonic fogs were spreading, giving them both some privacy and an incredible experience below water. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>09-02-2017, 21:52:49</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> Pool area<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3rd, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dazzler<br><strong>Content:</strong> Hanging out with Alison<br><hr><br>Tess heard someone running towards the pool area, but by the time she turned her head to see what was going on, Alison ran past her and jumped into the pool. Tess couldn't help but giggle softly as she was splashed with a bit of water. <em>"I guess someone has been dying to go swimming,"</em> she thought to herself before setting her towel aside and standing up. <strong>"I'm coming I'm coming,"</strong> she replied to Alison with a smile as she took her sweater off. She was happy to have found a friend after all these years of being alone. <strong>"Some of us actually have to take clothes off, y'know,"</strong> she teased as she hung the sweater on the lawn chair.<br><br>Wearing a black <strong>swimsuit</strong> (https://cdnb.lystit.com/photos/5e90-2016/01/09/amoressa-black-back-on-track-sheer-envy-striped-halter-one-piece-swimsuit-product-0-295772095-normal.jpeg) and a pair of long <strong>finger-less gloves</strong> (https://img1.etsystatic.com/000/0/5588640/il_fullxfull.309568349.jpg), Tess finally walked over to the pool and held onto the railing as she walked down the steps at the shallow end, easing herself into the water. <strong>"It's been so long since I've been swimming, so please save me if I've forgotten how to swim,"</strong> she teased, only half-joking. <strong>"But if I do drown, you have first dibs of any of the crap I have in my room. It's mostly junk, but I'm sure some sifting through it will get you maybe a nice pen or two."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>09-02-2017, 22:12:03</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/b3795dc883141e14a32d51eaea8a21c3/tumblr_msnglapUzZ1ri7sbzo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alison Blaire Stevenson | Dazzler<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pool are<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 3rd, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hourglass<br><strong>Content:</strong> Swimming around the pool, being silly with Tess.<br><hr><br>Alison smiled and swam up to her, looking a tad sad as her gaze slid over the gloves. Alison's own scars were visible to anyone who came now, most of them were white, so pale they could not be seen on her skin, but some of them, especially the cigar burns, sat red upon her back, a long gash running from just below her left shoulder blade, diagonally down down her back stood out amongst all of them. It had to be a quarter inch thick. She looked at Tess, swimming up to her, she put her hand on Tess' and smiled "It's just the two of us, they can't see through the fog, you don't have to hide anything, I have my own, they're a part of me, but they do not define me, don't let yours" she said with a soft smile, though her eyes were glistening, knowing the pain those scars brought even though they'd been healed for years. Alison smiled again as she took Tess' hands and then gently pulled her further out into the water, the photonic fog casting a million different colours of the spectrum down into the water, refracting in the water and being reflected by the white bottom of the pool, shading their skin in reds, blues and purples as they floated out towards the centre. <br><br>"I think, if I get any more junk myself, the Professor is going to get mad, do you know how many letters I get from metal-heads from around the world every month? Of course those fucking fascists in the government open every single one of them" She said grumpily, the shade of all the lights her powers were projecting shifting a tone darker as her mood changed for the briefest of moments, then she came back to the moment, remembering she was with Tess and not alone in her room where she could have whatever lighting she wanted "Sorry... didn't mean to bring the lights down like that" she said with a slight, and very awkward, giggle<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>09-02-2017, 22:29:19</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> Pool area<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3rd, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dazzler<br><strong>Content:</strong> Swimming with Alison<br><hr><br>Tess looked down at her gloves as she followed Alison's pull. <strong>"I know, I just... I don't like them. I don't even like seeing them, myself,"</strong> she replied softly as she eased into the water until her toes barely touched the bottom. <strong>"Plus, what if someone comes to join us? You do have a light show going on. Someone's bound to think there's a party they weren't invited to,"</strong> she teased, hoping to lighten the mood a bit and get the topic off of her scars. She didn't mind the lighting at all. The red lights would probably help to disguise the burn on her face, if her bangs ever got out of place. It was comforting to feel like she didn't have to worry too much about it.<br><br><strong>"You can never have too many pens. I'm pretty obsessed with them,"</strong> she mentioned with a light blush as she tried to get Alison's thoughts off of the government issues. <strong>"I have almost every color gel pen somewhere in my miscellaneous drawer, I think."</strong> Sure, it was embarrassing to admit to have such an obsession with something people thought nothing about, but she didn't know how else to cheer Alison back up other than to maybe make her laugh. <strong>"But I do wonder how many dick pics they had to see,"</strong> she teased before swimming on her back, looking up at the fog of lights around them. <strong>"Your powers are pretty awesome. I'm jealous."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>10-02-2017, 09:17:29</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/mfs9DGd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers | “Cyclops”<br><strong>Location:</strong> Tennis Court<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 3rd, 4:50 pm <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salem continues stretching, and then she gives up the goods about the men she finds suitable as romantic options. But, Salem keeps her dream man a secret (to Rogue and to the reader. :p).<br><strong>wearing:</strong> Autumn Tennis Clothes (http://i.imgur.com/XrBXtHZ.jpg) <br><hr>The wind swept through the trees and through the meager barrier of the tennis court. These things needed high fences to keep the balls from flying halfway across campus. Although, the fence didn’t stop the little green fuzzies every time. Salem’s hair whipped along with the direction of the breeze. Her breath came inward and she bit down deep into the stretch. Rogue’s question about class was a good one. <strong>“Ya know,”</strong> Salem started,<strong> “it’s a mix of people, some really dedicated students, some students trying to make up for lost time, or other teacher’s trying to expand their knowledge.”</strong> She let a whole breath cycle go through as she sank into the heat in her back. <br><br><strong>“And besides,” </strong>she added, <strong>“I get outside enough.” - “This is an age when…”</strong> Salem was starting to drift out of her stretch, and into a lecture about the ripe age of twenty-two, and how capable her brain was of accepting and archiving new knowledge. Instead, she stopped herself. <em>‘I don’t want to be that girl.' - 'Don't preach.' - 'Let your actions speak for themselves.’</em><br><br>Each of Salem’s legs stretched out in front of her, about two times her shoulder width. The wind teased at her modesty, but never rid her of it. She kept her hips in motion and reached forward, as hinged as a stapler, she reached out and calmly grabbed her feet. Gradually, she disengaged the rest of her back and put her head down. Her fingers reached under her knees. She giggled at Rogue’s suggestion.<br><br>This stretch was perfect for the tight spot in her back. Her head was rotating slowly to get every muscle in her neck hot as well. So, she stayed in this stretch for a little while longer than usual.<br><br>Salem let herself lift out of the pose. She got to her feet with a bounce in her step as she responded to Rogue, <strong>“Boys.”</strong> Her tone was rather numb. <strong>“Some of the boys are nice. I think I prefer the ...Men... on campus though.”</strong> A quirky smile crept over the left side of her face. She looked mischievous for just a moment. Salem's arms were going from left to right so she could stretch out her shoulder blades and flex her pectorals. She felt like she was allowed to be a little girly and excitable around Rogue. That smile was still on her face. <strong>“... I want to be a teacher’s pet for real.” </strong>It might have been the single most clever joke Salem Summers had ever told. Her timing was even well executed. Salem was proud of the joke, and proud that she was willing to say that outloud. <br><br>There was always a primitive part of her brain reaching out for physical contact at all times. But, Salem purposefully starved herself of that, and had for years. She wasn’t a hugger. She preferred to wave over shaking hands. And she was always afraid that she might send the wrong signal if she touched someone on the shoulder or the arm. To say that Salem was horny would have been a gross understatement. The woman was practically in heat and hiding it to an extent beyond belief. <br><br>She went into another stretch, rising her hands over her hand, rotating her shoulders back before putting her hands together above her butt, wrapping her fingers together and then stretching them back behind her.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>“I just feel like I have to be an x-man first.”</strong> It was reality time. <strong>“I’m still a student, I’m an achieved student, I’m older. I could teach if I wanted to…”</strong> Salem seemed to trail off. She had drifted fairly far off topic, and deep into her neurosis. However, She had gotten her point across, a little too well. It was odd how conversations, even simple ones, could actually teach a girl about herself. Salem's mind flared, she hadn't had the thought before, not truly. <em> ‘Do I want to be an x-man just so that I can finally get some ... some dick?’</em> Even the voice in her head was prudish. Salem had an attraction to a certain kind of man, historically. She just didn’t know what kind of man that was. <br><br><strong>“There is someone though… and I would... let him in, so to speak... if I could” </strong> That was about as naughty as she got. She hadn’t really gone into detail with anyone about this. No one had ever been close enough to pry out the names of Salem’s crushes before. <strong>“God, it’s embarrassing.”</strong> She let the concern was over her. The correct name would expose a lot about Salem’s personality, and she was tempted to give the most typical and non-controversial answer possible. She was biting her lip, caught up in the emotion. Her stretch released and she even checked over her shoulder as if she were in some kind of espionage film.<br><br>With one hand fidgeting with the loose bun that her hair was in, she pretended to admit who her secret crush was; <strong>“Demetri is a hotty.”</strong> She looked down with some shame. It was a bi-product of the humility on display. It would have been a good acting job if she really was faking it. But, there wasn’t much acting involved, as it was actually a half-truth. Out of all the students, Demetrius was especially tasty to think about. That man wasn’t the man that she had actual sex dreams about though. And neither her 'sex dream man' or Demetri was the man that she actually felt the most physically attracted to at the mansion. That man was off limits to everyone, it was too outrageous for her to admit, at times even to herself. <br><br><strong>“He seems more grown up than the others." </strong>Salem went on about Demetri. <strong>"I don’t usually like rebel-types like that,” </strong>now that was a full faced misdirection. <strong>“And there are others…” </strong>Salem was feeling something as she told Rogue about the men she found to be appealing to her. It wasn’t an alien sensation, but the feeling wasn’t entirely familiar either. She trusted Rogue, and she was feeling that connection. “...umm…” This one was controversial, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself.<strong> “...Bishop.”</strong> The ‘P’ in Lucas’ name was rather forced, as if she was afraid to finish the word. She swallowed hard and blinked a few times behind the Ruby quartz.<br><br>Salem’s throat cleared and she shrugged her shoulders. Going into her next stretch, she used some yoga background to get her obliques and her side engaged in a half moon kind of shape. Her feet were shoulder width apart and her stance was comfortable. <strong>“What about you? Any body catching your eye?”</strong> Salem wasn’t worried that the two of them might be after the same boy. For some reason, she had a feeling that their tastes in romantic partners were diametrically opposed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>10-02-2017, 15:21:05</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.sportshdwallpapers.com/download/actress-eliza-dushku-performing_1920x1080_615-hd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Rogue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Tennis Court <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 3rd, 4:45 pm <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers | Cyclops<br><strong>Content:</strong> Stretching, warming up, catching up.<br><hr><br>There was always one benefit to spending some time with Salem, Rogue thought to herself. Rarely did she need to do a lot of talking. And that was just fine with her--she wasn't, after all, the most social of butterflies. Talking wasn't her strong suit, especially about herself. In Rogue's opinion it was better to listen and chime in on occasion, and when it came to Salem, well...In her honest opinion, the girl didn't get out nearly enough. Did she even hang out with anyone else? The girl was pretty, and smart, there was no reasons he couldn't have more friends. Some people could be put off by her sheer drive, but...Eh, to each their own there. Salem could come off as a bit intense...<br><br>But now her thoughts were drifting, and with a slight huff, Rogue centered them again. Salem was always talkative, and it let her have a chance to just listen and relax with someone without worrying overmuch about social queues and niceties. <br><br>"Mhm...If ya say so, love," Rogue just teased Salem lightly as the girl defended her day-to-day schedule. Her stretching wasn't going as in-depth as Salem's, but she did continue. Her dexterous and flexible body was on display that September evening, as the boys and men of the campus (and the occasional closeted Scottish werewolf) missed the display of two beautiful young women stretching and showing off. It was an odd dichotomy for Rogue. She was incredibly comfortable with her body, despite her body being an awful curse. And she enjoyed people watching and staring at her, playing up the age old adage of "look, don't touch" to cruel effect. It was just shame that was the way it had to be, for the rest of her life...<br><br>Salem discussing her opinion on the boys though, and offering teasing and tantalizing hints at her preferences, kept Rogue's mind from wandering down that dark and dangerous path though. She laughed softly as Salem admitted she wanted to be a real teacher's pet, and Rogue could only give her an approving wink at the joke.<br><br>"Mmm, I like your style, Salem," she giggled lightly, "But if y'become a X-Man, can't really be a pet, now can ya? You'd be on their level, doll," she teased, grinning at Salem. But she nodded in agreement with some of the thoughts offered on males around. There were some interesting ones, that was for sure. Though the mention of Bishop earned the girl an arched brow. Well, she suspected she knew where Salem's tastes lied now. "Hm, well, once y' go black...Just the old grump, though? Not Ororo? She's quite a sight..."<br><br>Of course, as soon as she opened her mouth, the question rebounded back on her. For a moment, Rogue blinked, looking shocked she had actually been asked. She snickered after a moment, shaking her head as she tried to mask the brief wave of sadness that washed over her face. It was hard to keep out of her eyes, though, before she sighed and stood.<br><br>"Shug, I know better than t' go and torture myself with that kinda thing..." she sighed, looking down at her hands briefly. "There definitely be some pretty boys an' gals around here though...Y'know, I'll get some tennis balls for us/" An obvious escape from the current topic, though as she walked forward and passed Salem, on a whim, her hand swung back as Salem stretched in her yoga poses--giving two quick, teasing pats to Salem's firm backside. "You be one of them, love," she teased, before moving to the bench and getting a few balls to start with, before collecting up her racket and moving to her side of the court, bouncing some off of the court top and catching them to warm her reflexes up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>10-02-2017, 19:49:00</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/b3795dc883141e14a32d51eaea8a21c3/tumblr_msnglapUzZ1ri7sbzo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alison Blaire Stevenson | Dazzler<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pool are<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 3rd, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hourglass<br><strong>Content:</strong> Swimming around the pool, being silly with Tess.<br><hr><br>Alison smiled happy as she floated about on her back too, looking up at the fog. She smiled happily, proudly even and said with a giggle "201 in the last year" she couldn't help but blush. She turned her head to look at Tess smiling, taking her hand "It's a blessing... I can't imagine what I'd do if I had your powers, or Salem's... or Jono's" she said sadly, looking at her creation, reaching up to run her hand through it. She sighed a bit "It's beautiful... how it works in my mind, how I see things... I can't be blinded by any light, so I can look upon everything.... I can see the sun, clearly, in all it's splendour" She said softly, squeezing Tess' hand affectionately "I wish I could show you.... Show you what you look like through these eyes, what the world looks like when you see all that light can do" She said with a blush, she wasn't often this frank with others, and it felt nice to just let her lighter side out 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>10-02-2017, 20:27:39</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> Pool area<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3rd, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dazzler<br><strong>Content:</strong> Swimming with Alison<br><hr><br>Tess was surprised by how many dick pics Alison had received in just the past year alone, but she tried her best not to ask questions. She didn't realize how much of a celebrity Alison was - or still is, apparently. It was amazing, but she was sure Alison was used to all the fame and the personal questions about her life, so she thought it best to not bombard her with such questions.<br><br>As Alison took her hand, Tess smiled and looked over to her as they floated side by side. Her hair just barely fell enough to reveal part of the "M" that had been branded onto her cheek. <strong>"Maybe you could describe it to me? Or have you tried painting or drawing it? I'm sure the world through your eyes would look amazing on a canvas. They I could hang it up in my dorm for a bit of color to an otherwise boringly bland living space,"</strong> she mentioned as a thought. It definitely wasn't something she was going to pressure Alison into trying, but she did wonder what the world looked like to her - what she looked like to her. Tess didn't see herself as beautiful or anything particularly nice to look at, but she had seen herself at her worst with burnt skin and blood on her face.<br><br><strong>"I don't ever think I've seen that many penises in my entire life, let alone in one year,"</strong> she suddenly blurted out, unable to contain herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>10-02-2017, 23:15:08</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/b3795dc883141e14a32d51eaea8a21c3/tumblr_msnglapUzZ1ri7sbzo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alison Blaire Stevenson | Dazzler<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pool are<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 3rd, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hourglass<br><strong>Content:</strong> Swimming around the pool, being silly with Tess.<br><hr><br>"Imagine the most start filled sky you've ever seen. Uncountable brilliant lights in the sky, just hanging there just out of reach. That's what looking at a light bulb is for me, every photon, registering, yet not, I know they are there, for the briefest of moments I can see them forming in the trillions, uncountable stars hanging around the bulb and then they're gone and back again, newly formed. Colours are even better, they shine back at me when I look at them, it is too faint for you to see, but my powers lets me do it... it is... beautiful, beyond compare... Then imagine, being surrounded by all this beauty, always. Now imagine my frustration with people who can't see it. With people who move about their daily lives doing pointless things... instead of stopping and appreciating that we're living on a freak miracle of the universe, that we as a single species have managed to harness the very power of light for ourselves, and that we still fight, that we still have divisions" She ended, sighing as she just floated with Tess "I hate people... a lot of people anyway... you guys are cool, my family is cool too.... but seriously, the president can go suck a dick for all I care... It's not like we're going to have voting rights for much longer" <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>10-02-2017, 23:59:24</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> Pool area<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3rd, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dazzler<br><strong>Content:</strong> Swimming with Alison<br><hr><br><strong>"That sounds amazing,"</strong> she replied softly and looked back up to the fog around them, taking a moment to try to imagine what Alison was seeing right now. Within just a moment, though, she cut the silence with a bit of a splash as she let go of Alison's hand and dove underwater. It had been so long since she enjoyed a good swim and she had had begun to feel comfortable enough to not worry about her hair anymore. She swam to the deep end of the pool and resurfaced at the wall before looking back to where Alison floated. <strong>"Hey! Wanna do some jumps off the diving board?"</strong> she asked, knowing very well that she would probably fail miserably at anything more than a simple dive.<br><br>Tess was having a good time hanging out with Alison. It was relaxing and fun at the same time. Just having a conversation with someone and not having to worry about being made fun of was something that she had wanted to eventually accomplish when coming to this school. She never expected to make a friend this soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>11-02-2017, 06:07:46</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e6/b9/66/e6b966a6fb49c19181d2cb6d597c1b78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pride | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion, watching outside<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, 08:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Piotr<br><strong>Content:</strong> Needing a walk after the nights craziness<br><hr><br>Things seemed so peaceful in the morning. No danger room exercises yet (though she would be hitting up David later to work on a new program she had in her head), no government vehicles at the gate, no special weapons threatening her. Just...the nature of the grounds, the birds in the morning singing. It was a peacefulness that Kitty seemed to relish. <br><br>Kitty hadn't even had breakfast yet...though in honesty, she rarely did. Maybe snacks throughout the morning before lunch, and a cup of coffee when waking up, but that was it. Instead, she had opted to wake up, get dressed (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/af/b6/50/afb6506f07e653b49bae15724f1476f4.jpg), and just come out here. Her hat remained upon her head, even as she glanced up to a branch, having heard a few birds chirping their hello....or warning. Kitty wasn't good at talking to animals.<br><br>She was lost in the memory of the previous evening. Salvation had arrived, announcing his presence to the world. At some point, she was going to have to check in on the new girl, Yolande, and make sure she was okay. Somehow, she figured the girl would be...she seemed tough. Of course, one had to be, considering the beating she took. A shiver raced down her spine at the memory of it.<br><br>Salvations words continued to ring in her mind. <em>Now you know how humans feel, being helpless against you</em>. He had made it sound like they had wanted this. That somehow, it was a choice. Kitty shook her head, realizing now how so many minorities before her had felt. It was a feeling of helplessness. And like them, she had to wonder....would there ever be an end to the persecution?
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>11-02-2017, 09:34:57</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/mfs9DGd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers | “Cyclops”<br><strong>Location:</strong> Tennis Court<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 3rd, 4:50 pm <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salem has a minor sexuality crisis, but she takes it on the chin and prepares for their match. Salem offers to play a 5 set match, a long ass session of tennis.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> Autumn Tennis Clothes (http://i.imgur.com/XrBXtHZ.jpg) <br><hr>Things were getting smooth between them. Salem and Rogue were likely considered friends at this point. Salem was feeling a bit warm, she was in a bit of shock as she basked in the reality that she had just confessed to having a thing for Bishop. Salem had considerable trust issues, but those would have to be set aside. There was no need for her to start losing control of her wits. So, she followed Rogue’s lead. <em>‘Ororo?’</em> Salem imagined herself with Storm. She didn’t speak on the subject. Her body shrugged, but it hadn’t been for any particular reason. The idea didn’t disgust her. Which made her think, <em>‘Not exactly speaking my language.’ </em>The line was a deep one. <em>'right?' </em>A sudden image of Ororo naked blazed its way into Salem's mind. She hadn't once thought of it. And she usually didn't think with images like that. Out of her control, she thought about what it might sound like. <em>'I do speak Latin...' </em>Salem was officially confused, <em>'nonsense Salem,' </em>and Rogue hadn't even hit her with the double tap yet. <br><br>Salem suddenly became horrified with herself. She wasn’t thinking clearly.<em> ‘Nice Salem.’ - ‘You’re a real wiz kid!’ - ‘Ask the girl with death skin if she has any love interests.’ </em>- <em>‘where is your head at?’</em> Salem’s head was in a very specific imaginary place that it didn’t visit often. The tennis court was an odd place to be having those thoughts. <em>‘The witches of Eastwick.’</em> Time was moving too fast. One small moment was passing to the other all of a sudden, and Salem had to be especially observant to keep up. A few particularly hot stimuli were distracting her the whole time.<br><br>Rogue shrugged the question away, and tried to respond as gingerly as possible. Salem wanted to apologize right away but her opponent was hell bent on moving past that one.<br><br>Then, -taptap-<br><br><strong>“Oh!”</strong> Salem was immediately swimming in a pool of confusion, and those thoughts from before were starting to make more sense. Suddenly it was also obvious that Rogue wasn't as sensitive as she'd assumed.<em>'Still a goofy thing to ask, Salem.'</em> Her mind quickly dealt with the last thing Rogue had said before she'd run off to get the balls, right after the ligh spanking.&nbsp; <em>‘And, I’m one of them…’ - ‘Oh, no way.’ Salem froze for a moment. ‘I guess it makes sense.’ - ‘I can live with that.’ - ‘typical.’ Salem had never been tapped there before, not since spankings in orphanages when she was little. ‘The first person to show sexual interest in me is a girl that can’t touch me.’ - ‘I can’t even practice kissing or whatever.’</em> The world was unfair for Salem. <br><br>The red eyed mutant was entirely sure how she was handling this attention. She was certain of one thing for sure, she enjoyed it. She’d never outright denied the possibility of women in a romantic light. Men had always just seemed to be more fitting for her. In any case of her sexuality, that was the first contact she’d really had in over a year. And much longer if the fleeting kisses from boys around campus didn’t count. And, they didn’t really count. The girl didn’t know a damn thing about her sexuality. But there was no denying the sensations. Her body was getting warm. She could feel her cheeks flushing, and now it was from more than just the wind. She took into account a few things Rogue had said about her. She’d mentioned that Salem was looking good just moments before, and that wasn’t the first time. This moment was the most confident Salem had felt in a long while. <br><br>The wind seemed to shift then. An excitement coursed through Salem. Suddenly, this tennis match became even more interesting. Salem adjusted her glasses, some kind of nervous habit. And then she was unfrozen. <br><br>She spun on her heel with an interested smile on her face. <strong>“You’re just saying that.”</strong> Her words said 'aw shucks', but her tone almost sounded sensual. Rogue may not have been the ideal person for Salem to be intimate with, this tennis match had sexual tension involved now. That meant Salem could at least try and flirt. For Salem, that was to basically have a normal conversation. She giggled, about to make a joke that just occurred to her, <strong>"We'd make a pretty cute couple."</strong> Salem didn't have a stellar sense of humor. It was funnier before it left her mouth, and then it just sounded serious. "But probably not." She tried to course correct and may have over steered. As she had been struggling to talk, she'd been retrieving her racket, Salem took quick steps to the benches and then over to her side of the court to receive Rogue’s serve.<br><br><strong> “Let’s go at it for a while, eh?” </strong>Salem’s white teeth were visible from the other side of the court when she smiled.<strong> “Five sets. Men’s game.” </strong>The two of them had learned Tennis together as a team. Salem knew some of the rules, but neither of them were very good at the start. There was a moment after an hour or so into a long match that always brought Salem to a perfect happy place. She wanted to make sure they got there today.<br><br>A man’s match in professional tennis was the best of five sets, the first to win three sets would claim victory, and each set was decided by whomever won six games first. They had about three hours of good light left. It was more than enough. They’d played a man’s game a few times in the past. In Salem's opinion they were always the most fun. She liked to see how well her body could perform when she was exhausted. And, she'd really come to love this game. All included, Salem really wanted to watch Rogue move now, and she wanted to understand why that was such a powerful inclination.<br><br><strong>“Are you in?”</strong> Salem wanted to sweat with Rogue all of a sudden, and they couldn’t do it while touching like she was suddenly fantasizing about, the next best thing was an incredibly competitive two hour tennis match.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>11-02-2017, 16:31:22</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.sportshdwallpapers.com/download/actress-eliza-dushku-performing_1920x1080_615-hd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Rogue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Tennis Court <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 3rd, 4:45 pm <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers | Cyclops<br><strong>Content:</strong> Stretching, warming up, catching up.<br><hr><br>The sad truth was that Rogue <em>was</em> that sensitive over the topic. But by now she was very skilled at hiding it when someone managed to strike the rawest nerve she had. She knew that Salem hadn't meant her turn-around question maliciously. The expression on her face, even if her eyes were hidden, made that much clear. It was enough that she would be able to get through the day as if nothing was wrong--and a part of her was convinced nothing was wrong. For now. It would queue up a mood shift in her later in the week, though, ending the spate of good days she'd had recently.<br><br>A small part of her wondered if she should have a system similar to Heather's. Bracelets, or something similar, marking how many good days she would have. Though, such a system would probably prompt people to ask what she was tracking...<br><br>"I don't fib, shugah," Rogue chuckled, looking back over her shoulder at Salem. Well, she did. At times. But she wasn't with Salem. There was no denying the girl was a pretty one. And due to her condition, Rogue felt as though she was...specially tuned in to noticing beauty. Male, female, other...Salem did qualify as one she wished she could touch. And what did it matter, what your sexuality was, if you could never have sex? "Hey, no take backs..." she teased the know-it-all when she mentioned they could be a cute couple, and tried to walk back on it. "If you manage t' beat me...Maybe I let you take me out for a drink tonight, love."<br><br>She cocked a brow when Salem suggested a men's game, but nodded.<br><br>"I won't complain about getting you all hot and sweaty...Just try and keep up!" she taunted the other girl, and tossed the ball up, and slammed it over the net for a perfect serve. Not a particularly hard or fast one, no need to start off trying to win with cheap corner shots. But a good hit to get this party started. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>12-02-2017, 00:16:21</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/mfs9DGd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers | “Cyclops”<br><strong>Location:</strong> Tennis Court<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 3rd, 4:50 pm <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Content:</strong> Flirt Tennis, Salem goes down 40-love<br><strong>wearing:</strong> Autumn Tennis Clothes (http://i.imgur.com/XrBXtHZ.jpg) <br><hr><em>‘Hot and sweaty?’ - ‘A date?’ - ‘No takebacks,’ - ‘a cute couple? No takebacks, oh wow she’s like really good at this.’ - ‘What in the hell is happening ri-’ - ‘whoa, ball!’</em><br><br>Salem felt the trajectory of the ball and her feet moved first. She was in the same state that Rogue was in. She didn’t want to try and force everything. And there was something magical about the perfect serve and receive that both of them had learned to appreciate. A nice solid communication between the players was what set up the misdirections and the more fun plays later in the match.<br><br>Their rhythm was fast. Tennis was a powerful game for Salem to play. It helped her understand her abilities better. Once the ball came off of Rogue’s racket, she could always tell right where it was going. Her reaction speeds were by far the most powerful part of her game. Her own ability to hit the ball was good, and her placement of the ball was damn near professional. She knew where she had to hit the ball, and what kind of spin it needed, but the techniques with the racket to make that work was still being learned.<br><br>The worst part of her game was that she was easily fooled, and her competitve spirit often got in her way, forcing her to exert too much energy too soon, or to overlook basic essentials to the sport, like moving back to the center of the court after volleying. It puzzled her, when her body was put to the test, her tactical abilities started to fail first. <em>‘I love this game.’</em><br><br>The first point went to Rogue. Salem had been surprised by the serve, and she’d over compensated on her effort to get there. She couldn’t return it when Rogue brought it back to her with ease. Salem was on one side of the court, and Rogue delivered it to the other. She ran to try and catch it, but her backstroke wasn’t long enough and the ball skipped by her innocently.<br><br>The next two points went this way as well. While Salem was trying to think about the sudden love interest in her life. She was conflicted in about nine different ways.<em> ‘I like boys and girls now?’ - ‘She started to watch Rogue with a different state of mind, and suddenly, everything on the court felt like foreplay.’ </em>Salem hadn’t even really ever experienced foreplay before, but she recognized this feeling. Rogue was turning her on, and she was pretty sure that the same could be said for her tennis partner.<em> ‘But I can’t touch her. No one can. No one has…’ - ‘well, we still have that in common.’ - ‘If I win I can take her out on a game.’ </em>She was down 30-love. <em>‘She has me all mixed up.’ - ‘She’s probably not trying to throw me off just to win a game or two.’ </em>Salem know Rogue personally at this point.<br><br><em>‘Do I want a girlfriend?’ - ‘It sure would expand my potential list.’ </em>She was down 40-love almost instantly. She received the serve with too much strength, and overshot the court. <strong>“Damnit!”</strong> She was getting a little frustrated already.<br><br>As the girls prepared for the next serve, Salem took her time to get into position. <strong>“If you win, what do you want from me?”</strong> Salem had a feeling that this wager was going to be a win/win for both girls, but she wanted to know what they were playing for. She was meandering on the backside of the court, but she wasn’t on the correct side to receive the serve. Slowly, her feet carried her across the back-line. The racket was over her shoulders. <strong>“Right now it just seems like you want to win so you don’t have to date me.”</strong> She was smiling, a little self-defeating, but in good nature and spoken with a playful leniency in her tone.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>12-02-2017, 01:12:57</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.sportshdwallpapers.com/download/actress-eliza-dushku-performing_1920x1080_615-hd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Rogue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Tennis Court <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 3rd, 4:45 pm <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers | Cyclops<br><strong>Content:</strong> Stretching, warming up, catching up.<br><hr><br>She had thrown Salem for a loop, she could tell that much. It was almost worth it alone, for the flirting. Instead it was just an added bonus. Rogue was confident enough in her tennis skills that she didn't need to keep Salem off-balance to win their game. But some extra fun here and there would hardly go amiss, and before she knew it, the first game was practically hers.<br><br>"Forty love, love," Rogue teased as she prepared the serve, giving Salem a wink, "Game point." The volley for the first point of the first set gave her time to think. Much needed time...<br><br>Rogue had been joking, mostly, at the mention of drinks. Though now it seemed like it was really on the table, and that was a dangerous line of thinking. She couldn't have a real relationship, after all. And if Salem was as inexperienced as she seemed to be, she didn't want to string the girl along and hurt her. That simply wasn't fair, for either of them. But, if she did entertain the idea, what would she ask for? The belle had no idea, this was not the kind of thing she typically thought about. And perhaps because Salem knew what was on the line, this volley last a while--the girl refused to give up the game point. Finally, though, Rogue caught her on the backhand, and the point was hers.<br><br>"Hah! Phew...Good volley there..." she laughed, taking a breath. "And <em>when</em> I win...You have to make me dinner. A real dinner date. Gotta see if you know how to treat a gal right," she said with a wink. She walked towards Salem, to switch side after that round. And whether the girl expected it or not she chose the same side of the court to walk on, and as they passed, went for another quick pat and squeeze at the girl's bottom. Just to give her some incentive to keep doing well...Or not. It was hard to say where Salem's mind was going with all of this. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>12-02-2017, 04:10:10</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/mfs9DGd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers | “Cyclops”<br><strong>Location:</strong> Tennis Court<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 3rd, 4:50 pm <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Content:</strong> Flirt Tennis, Salem goes down love-one in sets. But then goes up 15-love in the game ass she serves her beautiful power serve.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> Autumn Tennis Clothes (http://i.imgur.com/XrBXtHZ.jpg) <br><hr> Salem had gotten pretty good at keeping track of their scores in her head. And the game, of course was practically designed to be easily tracked and scored by the players. But she was way off. Her brain wasn’t in the game, and her heart was profoundly confused. Then she gave up the game point and she groaned. <br><br>That was the first time Rogue had ever just shut her out on the opening game. <strong>“Ok, long way to go girly.”</strong> Salem started to approach the net as well and watched as Rogue took the long way over to be physically close to her again. She paused this time, expecting the spanking. Her subconscious wanted the contact, so she paused and practically leaned into the punishment for losing the first round. <strong>“Ooh.”</strong> She squeaked again and walked to her side of the court. She was blinking a lot, trying to sort out her confusion that just continued to build on her.<br><br>The stakes were clear then, and Salem knew for sure that she had to win. If there was any chance of getting something going with the southern belle on the court with her, she would have to avoid cooking for her for a little while. Salem was useless in a kitchen. She could pretty much only get that oven baked homemade macaroni and cheese right. There was one more reason to win, as if her competitive spirit needed the boost.<br><br>Salem had a powerful serve, but it wasn’t overwhelming. She would need to do well in this game to keep herself leveled. If she went down 2-0 in the first set right away she would be put into a state of minor panic, and probably try to catch up the whole game.<strong>”cooking for you huh, Ok, its a deal. You’re going down either way, sweetheart.”</strong> salem’s foot sank into the ground and she prepped her serve<br><br>She put herself into her stance, <strong>“love, one. Set two”</strong> The ball was tossed upward. As the green fuzzy came sailing down, Salem leaped, grunted and launched the ball at Rogue.<br><br>She was really trying to power through the serve, but it came back to her anyway ant the second set was on. She was ready for Rogue this time, and she gave it even strokes to Rogue, keeping herself centered and balanced. The servers advantage quickly faded with these two playing together, neither of them were much a power player. Their exchange lasted a while for the first point. Salem had to focus. Her technique was where she needed to put her active mind, most of this game came naturally to her. After the volley came back and forth five times she managed to sneak the ball past Rogue’s racket and place it on the back right corner of the court.<br><br><em>‘There we go.’</em> Salem prepped the next ball and bounced it off the court a few times, waiting for Rogue to get into place. She resumed her stance and announced the score. <strong>“Fifteen - love.”</strong> Up, jump, grunt, and the ball came rocketing at Rogue again with Salem’s graceful form landing with a technically sound follow through on the other side of the court.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>12-02-2017, 15:22:28</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/b3795dc883141e14a32d51eaea8a21c3/tumblr_msnglapUzZ1ri7sbzo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alison Blaire Stevenson | Dazzler<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pool are<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 3rd, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hourglass<br><strong>Content:</strong> Swimming around the pool, being silly with Tess.<br><hr><br>Alison nodded softly at Tess as she surfaced, diving down under the surface herself holding her hands before her. From her hands sprang a pair of photonic concussive blasts, shooting her out of the pool, making her land in a less than graceful manner but with a wide grin on her face "I can't believe that fucking worked! That was brilliant" she said with a mirthful laugh before looking towards Tess, joining her by the diving boards quickly, her hair sticking to her neck and somewhat to her face. She hadn't had this much fun since coming to the mansion, who'd have known all it took was a girl with a past like her own for her to finally let go of herself. "so, Tess, what classes are you taking? I'm in doing the whole genetics thing, supposedly our teacher is coming back here tomorrow, he's been away for a long while. something about him being in Africa curing stuff" she said absent mindedly as she couldn't help but stare a bit at Tess. <br><br>When she finally stood before the row of diving boards, Alison went for the middle one, having done quite a bit of diving off boards when she first moved in with the Stevensons. She climbed the short ladder and then ran across the board, bouncing once to get the board going and then jumped forward into a swan dive. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>12-02-2017, 16:25:26</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> Pool area<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3rd, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dazzler<br><strong>Content:</strong> Swimming with Alison<br><hr><br>Tess watched in amazement as Alison shot out of the water and landed by the diving boards. <strong>"Show off,"</strong> she teased with a smile before climbing out of the pool, herself. The gloves caused a bit of an issue with getting a grip, but she eventually managed to pull herself out. <strong>"I haven't really decided what to take, besides the basics,"</strong> she replied as she climbed out of the pool and carefully stood up, not wanting to slip on any water. <strong>"I think I'm going to have to talk with Professor Xavier about needing a bit of guidance with what classes I should take. I'm not even sure what options I have,"</strong> she added as she adjusted the bottom of her swimsuit a bit, feeling like her butt was far more exposed than she was comfortable with.<br><br><strong>"Hey, do you-"</strong> she began before hearing Alison run down the diving board and dive into the water. She managed to look up soon enough to see the dive, which looked so graceful as she dove into colorful fog. Tess smiled and walked to the diving boards before choosing the lowest one. She wanted to start off easy, having no experience at all. When she gripped the railings to step up, her gloves slipped on the smooth metal. She took a moment, frozen, looking down at her gloves as she contemplated taking them off, for safety reasons. Did she feel comfortable enough around Alison to allow herself to be so exposed? Biting her lower lip, she let go of the railing and looked down at her arms as she slowly pulled of her gloves, one at a time, and dropped them beside the diving board. The palms of her hands and her forearms had a mixture of scars on them that ranged from small to large and white to dark pink. She crossed her arms over her stomach, holding onto her sides, allowing her to hide the marks from view.<br><br>Needing a moment to compose herself, she froze time, not wanting Alison to see her struggling so much with her past. She tried not to move much, hoping Alison wouldn't notice that something had happened. She closed her eyes and breathed slowly, slowing her heart as best as she could and calming her mind. It only took a few minutes, which was good, because that was all the time she could manage to control. Unfortunately, when she let time move again, she was not in the same position. She was now holding onto the railings, to keep herself steady in case she got dizzy from the use of her powers. If Alison had been watching, she would see Tess's arms suddenly appearing in a different position, like a video skipping a section.<br><br><strong>"Don't laugh. I've never done this,"</strong> she warned, knowing there was a good possibility that she would land with a big splash, or even belly flop. She let go of the railing and took a breath before running to the end of the diving off, into the water. There was a bit of splash, not having the technique down, but it wasn't half bad for someone who had never done this before. She swam towards the middle of the pool before resurfacing, her hair slicked back, away from her face, fully exposing the "M" that was branded on her cheek. She didn't notice, though, being too excited that she didn't make a total fool of herself. <strong>"Did you see it? How'd I do?"</strong> she asked with a big smile as she turned to face Alison, feeling proud of herself. Sure, it wasn't much, but it was something she had never done, so she was feeling accomplished.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>13-02-2017, 03:10:52</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Jqokx3p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Heather Donald | "Highlights"<br><strong>Location:</strong> Forest on outskirts of property<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 6. - 11:30 pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde<br><strong>Content:</strong> underage drinking, and being rebels or something<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;These clothes (http://i.imgur.com/DF5IDNB.png) &amp; These Boots (http://i.imgur.com/qFLC5ev.jpg)<br><hr><br>It had been a tentative plan. At first Kitty and Heather were supposed to drink in a classroom that was out of use for the semester. But Heather's plan to get the key had failed. So, the plan changed again, to drink in one of their dorm rooms, but it was supposed to be sort of a private party, Kitty and Heather hadn't had a chance to just hang out together for a long time. And Heather had gone through some changes recently, she wanted to be able to talk to Kitty about them, even though she wasn't entirely sure what they were, or what those changes with Rogue meant about how she and Kitty were going to spend their time together. so, the venue kept changing, and when each of them were tired of having the booze but drinking it, they decided to just go out into the woods and catch up out there.<br><br>Heather had a few older friends, and obtaining alcohol was fairly easy. Xavier was pretty lax as long as none of the students lost their cool. It was very unamerican, and Heather appreciated that. The goal was to meet at the fork of the northern running trail at 11:30. Heather was almost exactly on time, carrying a half pint of tequila and two hard apple ciders in her over-sized purse.<br><br>As she came down the trail, she saw Kitty waiting for her at the fork in the road. <strong>"Hey!" </strong>She shouted with an affected whisper. They were far enough away from the mansion to have some privacy out there, and speak at a regular volume. <strong>"Are you cold?"</strong> The weather hadn't cooperated with them perfectly, it was chilly, and there was a little too much cloud cover to see the stars like Heather had wanted. <br><br>She closed the gap between the two friends and she immediately went in for a big hug. Embracing her friend, she hung on for a few moments before letting go. And right before letting go, she laid a peck on Kitty's cheek to break any tension. The two had kissed before, and then-some, and now they were meeting on alone in a romantic setting with booze. There was some implicit sexual hi-jinks going on here, especially since Highlights was part of the equation. But it hadn't been a full on kiss, it was polite, friendly, and natural. Still unsure of what she was exactly getting into, Heather started her way down the trail. Small lazy steps toward a destination that didn't really exist. <strong>"you look fantastic!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>13-02-2017, 08:07:55</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/b3795dc883141e14a32d51eaea8a21c3/tumblr_msnglapUzZ1ri7sbzo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alison Blaire Stevenson | Dazzler<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pool are<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 3rd, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hourglass<br><strong>Content:</strong> Swimming around the pool, being silly with Tess.<br><hr><br>Alison blinked a bit as she looked up at Tess. For a moment, she had felt the haze that was just barely touching Tess' feet shift unnaturally, it took her a few moments to realize why, as her brain replayed what she had seen and saw that Tess moved quite a bit faster than she should be able to. Putting two and two together, Alison giggled a bit and shouted "So what's with the time stop? come on, you've got nothing to be nervous about, it's just a dive!" she said with a hearty laugh as she swam out of the way. She knew Tess probably couldn't see through the haze, but Alison could. <br><br>Alison thought back to her youth, how her sister had always been scared of diving, how she'd held on for dear life to both the railings and the board at times. It had taken her a long while to get over that nervousness, so Alison did not fault Tess. Infact, she admired the fact that her friend had removed her gloves. As she saw Tess move forward again, Alison swam back to the edge and watched. When the water splashed, Alison dove down again, watching Tess underwater as she swam, pushing off from the edge to move to her<br><br>It was a smiling Alison that surfaced and heard her question, a wide grin on her face, feeling so happy for Tess. She help up a thumb in reply and moved closer to Tess "4.5/10 on style, 10/10 on courage" she said as as she moved yet closer, wrapping her arms around Tess, kissing the brand gingerly "I'm kidding, you did wonderfully... and you really should show this side of your face more" The now slightly glowing Alison said, kissing her cheek again "'cuz you look damn adorable if I have to say so myself" Alison moved a bit away from Tess again and dove down just enough for her head to submerge. She took Tess' arms in her hands and planted a kiss on each before emerging again "You are too beautiful to hide away so much of you from everyone else. So long as you smile, that's what people will notice, I can promise you that, so long as you look happy, they're not going to care about what scars you have or what brands have been forced upon you"
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>13-02-2017, 08:43:44</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> Pool area<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3rd, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dazzler<br><strong>Content:</strong> Swimming with Alison<br><hr><br>Despite her not actually being afraid of diving, she didn't want to correct Alison about it. She didn't need to compose herself for the dive, it was simply her own memories that she needed to get out of her mind. She was fine letting her friend think that she was simply afraid of diving. It was better to let her think that than to explain how broken she still was. Some of the scars she had were still somewhat fresh. It had probably not been more than a month since the last punishment she had received. Being so exposed was something she would have to eventually get used to. Luckily, she had Alison to help her get through it. There was something about the fact that they had lived similar pasts and how brave Alison was about her own scars. It made Tess feel hopeful that one day, she would be able to live life without worrying what others thought of her scars.<br><br>Tess smirked at Alison's comment about her dive and was about to say something snarky in return when she felt soft lips press against her scarred cheek.<strong> "I... I don't think other people will understand,"</strong> she began before watching her newly found friend dive under the surface. She felt the same soft lips kiss the inside of her forearms one at a time before resurfacing. She didn't know if it was the light show around them or the way Alison was treating her, but she had the sudden urge to do something potentially stupid. Without hesitation, she leaned in and placed a tender kiss on her lips. It didn't last more than a few seconds, at most, before she pulled back to see Alison's reaction. Her cheeks were flush and her heart was racing, hoping she wouldn't have to rewind time to make sure there would be no awkwardness between them. She would rather not lose a friend over one silly kiss. After all, Tess was probably stepping out of bounds. This was only their second day spending time together, but there was something about all of it that made her feel like she had known Alison for so much longer.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>13-02-2017, 17:46:46</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e6/b9/66/e6b966a6fb49c19181d2cb6d597c1b78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pride | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the beaten path<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 6th, 11:30<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Heather<br><strong>Content:</strong> Enjoying a friend, wearing this (http://image.dhgate.com/albu_438218775_00/1.0x0.jpg) minus the bag<br><hr><br>The idea had come from the both of them. And honestly, Kitty hadn't meant to be early, it had just worked out that way. She stood at the Y in the road, booted foot lightly kicking at pebbles as she waited for Heather. She hadn't seen her friend since the confrontation with Yolande, and she honestly felt a little guilty. She hadn't gotten a chance to ensure the multi-color-haired beauty was alright. Sure, she had made off with shoulders back, but everyone wore masks.<br><br>Kitty began to doubt if it was a mask though, as she saw Heather bouncing up the path. Soft lips drew into a smile, and she readily accepted the hug that was offered. Kitty never really knew what to expect when hanging out with Heather. They had hung out plenty of times, though many of those times Heather had gotten a little on the fresh side. Enough that...her undying crush of Piotr aside...Kitty had begun to wonder if she wasn't enjoying them a little more past the excuse of alcohol.<br><br>The kiss was returned, and Kitty couldn't help but chuckle. "Cold? Girl, I'm from Illinois, which is basically southern Canada. This isn't cold. This is perfect weather!" There was a bit of chill to the air, but Kitty was a true midwesterner, and upstate New York had nothing...in her opinion...on the blustering frigid winds of The Great Lakes region. As the discussion turned to her looks, Kitty just smiled and glanced down at her outfit, offering a small shrug. "Thanks. I appreciate it, though I don't really put a whole lot into how I look. Can't hold a candle to girls like you. Hell, most girls pay a fortune to have hair like yours!"<br><br>At the mention of Heathers hair, a hand came up, light brushing through multi-colored locks. Winking, she would reach over then, and snag one of the hard-ciders. Opening it up, she would use free hand to take Heathers own, giving it a little squeeze. "I was meaning to ask how you were doing after your run-in with the new girl. Didn't get a chance to hit you up. Everything cool?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>13-02-2017, 21:16:53</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mo2ahZeOfSc/VrjTjANA_3I/AAAAAAAAyOw/YaMFW9WDKjM/s1600-r/12688187_1059428557411333_305073398904424773_n.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, 08:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty<br><strong>Content:</strong> Vodka chases away nightmares, food chases away hungry bellies</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Piotr was a hard working, farm bred, diligent man. Which usually meant he had a routine he adhered to, even when he didn't want to. It was simply his life. And usually that meant he was up before the sun, working on this or that, and training, and basically getting a full day of work in before most people got their morning coffee. <br><br>Yesterday had deeply unsettled him though, and his sleep was plagued with night terrors of Salvation hurting or killing all of his friends, and many more mutants all over the world. Finally he'd been forced to kill him, and had crushed the man within his armor so he couldn't hurt anyone else. He woke from his dream sweating cold bullets, and his alarm still blaring several hours later. <br><br>He needed a drink. He threw on jeans, boots, and a tank top. It was his usual attire, so it'd work for breakfast. By the time he got to the kitchen, it was empty, but a glance outside and he saw someone that always made his day brighter. After he poured his vodka, he walked outside and simply stood next to her. He sipped his drink once, then twice. "Penny for your thoughts, Katya?" Despite the look of calm over him, he was incredibly nervous right now.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>14-02-2017, 13:40:06</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://cloudinary-a.akamaihd.net/holdmyticket/image/upload/w_700,h_700,c_fit,c_limit,q_68,dn_72,f_auto/v6/uploads/attractions/1e2453c1814520ce133a4af4f49304e4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Robert 'Bobby' Coles<br><strong>Location:</strong> The lawn<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tessa / Hourglass<br><strong>Content:</strong> Laying on the floor in the rain<br><hr><br>Bobby made his way outdoors quietly. He barely paid any attention to anyone around him. He'd only been at the school for a week, but he was already very used to the disgusted or hateful looks he received. He understood it, and never reacted, but each time it cut him down a little bit inside. Every single one was a stabbing reminder of who he had been years ago. But he was more than deserving of the suffering and penance, and no action he could take but politeness would possibly help him. He tried to be nice when he could, even though sometimes people would toss their books away when he handed them back, or recoil from him if he tried to help them up. He felt like a monster, but then again what was he if not a monster. He'd killed hundreds, and he more than looked the part of a demon when he did so. <br><br>He pushed his way outside, even though it was dark, overcast and rain was falling. The kind of rain that falls in big, heavy drops. Each one felt like a clear, solid impact. But Bobby just smiled as he walked down the steps and looked up at the sky, feeling the water against his face and arms. When he reached the lawn he kept walking, eventually turning and almost falling straight back onto the floor. He crashed unceremoniously into the mud, not caring a single bit whether it made a complete mess of his clothes. Washing it would be a pain, but nothing ever took him long. <br><br>As he lay there he gazed straight up, watching the rain drops. His eyes began to move at an absurd pace, flicking between individual raindrops. They seemed so slow to him, and he could see every part of the falling water with ease. The few short seconds it took them to fall for the grounds for anyone else were minutes for him, and he could take the time to appreciate each one individually. Rain made him very happy, as it was so beautiful when you could perceive it like this. That and it was a reminder of his freedom. He muttered under his breath, letting a few droplets fall in his mouth. <br><br><strong>"Can't get rained on in jail."</strong><br><br>Nobody was near enough to hear him of course, and the statement was a little redundant, but he had grown used to speaking to himself a little. He genuinely appreciated the fact he could just be in nature, outdoors. He'd grown up in a city, and then moved from that to a jail. In his whole life he'd not had an experience like this, being surrounded by grass and trees. It was almost a little surreal. He glanced down and saw his white shirt was coated in mud already, laughing out loud to himself. His voice was still raspy and guttural, after so much drinking it was taking years to truly recover. The rain drops ran steadily over his tattoos, and he could feel each one individually. He hated what those tattoos represented, but they were an appropriate reminder of his past. Covering it up would do nothing to change who he was now, or who he had been. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>14-02-2017, 15:55:17</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.sportshdwallpapers.com/download/actress-eliza-dushku-performing_1920x1080_615-hd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Rogue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Tennis Court <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 3rd, 4:45 pm <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers | Cyclops<br><strong>Content:</strong> Set #2.<br><hr><br>Salem agreed to that? Part of Rogue kicked herself. Dammit girl! She really should know better than to let this go on, and encourage it. It was bad enough that she had encouraged Heather to the point she was at. Now she was doing it with Salem? It was almost as if she wanted to set herself up for disappointment, for being hurt. <br><br>Her touch was death, and Rogue knew that. She couldn't ever hold someone close. She'd never be able to kiss someone, hold their hand without a glove. Every moment around someone she had to be mindful of if she had any skin exposed, and how easy it might be for them to touch her there. She had to live in her own bubble of isolation, no matter how much Heather tried to be the little nymphomaniac she was and push those boundaries. Someone like Salem, kind and innocent as she was, would only be hurt by thing going forward. If anything went forward. And maybe nothing was going forward. Maybe she was just drastically over-thinking things. They were just joking around, teasing each other, right? Salem had just said she had a few guys on her mind. This talk of being with a girl was likely just Salem being...Salem?<br><br>That didn't event make sense...<br><br>"Whatev'ah you say, love," Rogue just challenged as the girl said she was set to lose either way, "So...What that a squeal Ah heard?" Teasing was needed, it had to continue, she just couldn't help herself. Rogue had to set herself up for disappointment and pain...<br><br>She was soon down, and Salem fought back on the court with a vengeance. Salem won that next set, and the two girls fought tooth and nail to with the first game. The end of game one went to Salem, however, leaving Rogue a bit sweaty and flustered on the opposite end of the court. They were both red in the face and sweaty already, and they still had at the very least two more games to go, with numerous sets in them. It was going to be quite the long evening for them, longer even, as the teasing and flirting continued throughout it. As they swapped sides of the court, Rogue continued to make the occasional pass at Salem, to mess with the girl. Not every time, though--just to keep the girl wondering of if she would do something or not. Sometimes the anticipation, waiting for it to happen, wondering when it would happen, was worse (or better) than it actually happening.<br><br>The girl were tied two games each as the sun would start dipping below the horizon, their time to finish running out. Rogue was sitting on the court near the net, though, water bottle in hand, trying to catch her breath. She was a hot, sweaty mess. Her top stuck to her skin, her skin was flushed, her muscles ached and protested. But she was smiling. She was having a lot of fun, regardless of how all of this turned out.<br><br>"C'mon, Sal..." she panted out, offering up her water bottle if the other girl needed a drink. "Ah don't have cooties...Well. Hm, I might actually..." Did her power count as cooties? It was a thought..."You ready to admit defeat yet? Because Ah'm starvin' now. A good dinner is startin' t' sound pretty damn good..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>14-02-2017, 16:41:24</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> Mansion Grounds<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday, Sept. 2, 2017: Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat, Semi-Closed (PM about scene before entering)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rahne escapes a scene in the mansion, trying to hold herself together and find a place to be alone. Continued from this scene. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262264.msg12973260#msg12973260)<br><hr><br>Rahne heard Bishop shouting in the cafeteria behind her as she scrambled out of the door onto the mansion patio. And already awful day for her had gone further down into a pit, when some of the more hot-headed and prejudiced students at the school decided to pick an issue with her. Calling her out for her more pro-governmental opinions, and her anti-mutant beliefs, even if they largely applied to herself...The werewolf shapeshifter had been put in a collar and muzzle, pushed to all fours, and mocked. And her one attempt to fight back had scared her more than her bullies, as the redhead felt the blocks that Professor Xavier had put on her power strain. <br><br>She had wanted to change, and hurt them. She was tired of being mocked and ridiculed and hated for what she was. There was no pleasing anyone--her birth town hated her for a mutant, the man that raised her in the orphanage called her an embodiment of sin and the spawn of the devil. Other mutants decried her religious beliefs, or her forgiving views about the actions taken by the United States government and the nations that followed their lead...Compounded with the strained day she had already, struggling with inner demons and a talk with the professor that had left both of them hurt, her nerves and mind were already frayed.<br><br>She had snapped at Markus's hand. She had tried to bite him. Like some savage, feral wolf...<br><br>And now people who had stood up for her were getting in trouble. The man with the energy blast, her roommate Laura...<br><br>Tripping over her own feet, she stumbled and fell to her hands and knees on the patio, skin stinging as they hit the rough bricks of the landing. A few students who were eating their dinner outside stopped and stared at her, just gawking at the girl wearing a collar and a muzzle. Some frowned at the display of someone in obvious distress, but before any could really stand to do something, she was picking herself up and running again. <br><br>Rahne had no place in mind that she was running for. She was just running, putting the trouble behind her further behind her. Instinct overruled reason. She had done the same when her powers first manifested. Running away was her first choice under stress--get away from the trouble, the pain, the stress. She didn't stop until she was a bit away from the mansion, falling to her knees again, as her hands grabbed and pulled at and tugged on the muzzle around her face. It was locked shut though, and Markus had melted the key, and she was hardly strong enough to break leather or a metal lock. The same applied to the collar latched on her neck, leaving the girl just struggling with them, crying. <br><br>"Ge' off, ge' off, ge' off..." she whimpered to herself, nails of her fingers scratching the softer flesh of her neck and cheeks, as she clawed at the restraints. Students out and about kept clear, just staring at the girl, few eager to try and approach her and get involved in...something. It was always easier and safer to mind their own business when it came to issues at the school...
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>14-02-2017, 17:01:10</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e6/b9/66/e6b966a6fb49c19181d2cb6d597c1b78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pride | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mansion Grounds<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 2nd, evening time<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne<br><strong>Content:</strong> Trying to help<br><hr><br>There had been so many people rushing to Rahne's aid against the bullies that Kitty hadn't really had a chance to get involved. Not that she would have done much. She felt horrible that she hadn't been able to stop what had happened, and was only able to watch Rahne take off. Bishop and Laura seemed content to handle the bullies, and so Kitty decided that it would be best to just take after Rahne, and make sure she was alright.<br><br>It wasn't hard to follow her, though she seemed to glare at people who just stopped and stared at the woman who was obviously having a rough day. Phasing right out of the Mansion and onto the grounds, she would approach Rahne, a hand coming to rest softly on her back a moment before she spoke out, trying to get the poor girl to calm down. "Easy Rahne....lemme take a look. I can help."<br><br>Kitty had no keys, but that had never stopped her before. Hands were gently coming to rest upon Rahne's own, attempting to halt her clawing at the collar and the muzzle. Deep inside she felt her own anger bubbling....no matter what, nobody deserved this. And she hoped that Markus got exactly what he deserved. One hand stroked over the girls hair, while another gently rubbed her back...merely an attempt to soothe. While Kitty may have disagreed with Rahne politically, this was no way to treat anyone. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>14-02-2017, 17:17:31</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e6/b9/66/e6b966a6fb49c19181d2cb6d597c1b78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pride | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion, watching outside<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, 08:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Piotr<br><strong>Content:</strong> Needing a walk after the nights craziness<br><hr><br>Kitty cursed as she heard the sudden, deep voice. Turning around suddenly, she was graced with the vision of Piotr. As always, she felt her heart begin to pound, though this time it was a mixture of excitement and surprise. Not many could say that they could sneak up on Kitty Pryde. Piotr was now on a very short list. <br><br>Though she was thrilled at the sight of him, she couldn't help but shrug at his question. In truth, her thoughts had been rather dark. The arrival of Salvation had, in truth, unnerved her. Still, she put up a good facade for it...around most people. Piotr...aside from being a teacher...was someone she felt something for. Should she lie and say everything was alright? Or should she be brutally honest?<br><br>In the end, she had opted for the latter. "Don't think they are worth that much right now. Was just thinking about that asshole from yesterday that showed up. Genocide, or whatever he wants to call himself." True to form, Kitty was refusing to call Salvation by his name. To her, he embodied the idea of death to all mutants, and so until the threat of him was destroyed, she would call him Genocide. And probably well after as well. <br><br>Brown gaze flitted momentarily to his glass, her head tilting to the side. She couldn't help but smile slightly, before looking back up to him. "Kinda early to be drinking, isn't it? At least...drinking alone..." It was a semi-subtle hint that whatever he had in his cup, she would probably partake if invited to. While not old enough to drink by American standards, Piotr was Russian...and though she didn't know the drinking age in Russia, Kitty merely assumed it was somewhere close to the drinking age in the rest of Europe. Didn't they all drink at 18?
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>14-02-2017, 17:19:15</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> Mansion window, then lawn<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bobby<br><strong>Content:</strong> Tess approaches Bobby in the rain to check if everything is alright.<br><hr><br>Tess had been standing at a window, watching the rain fall as scenes from this past week played in her head. She'd had some pretty good times since coming to the X-Mansion, despite being out of her comfort zone. She was finally beginning to feel like life was going to be great. For so long, she simply endured each day, sometimes more than once, without any relief in sight. Things had gotten worse every year, until now. Though confined to this property, to never go out and have a normal life, she finally felt free. And while she recognized how others hated the fact that they couldn't leave to go see a movie or go shopping or simply go for a walk off grounds, Tess was content with the safety this place awarded her.<br><br>Her thoughts broke as her eyes caught the sight of movement outside. She watched the dark figure walk out into the rain, away from the mansion. She wondered where he was going at this time of night, but she didn't have to wonder long as the figure dropped into mud to look up at the sky. <em>"Seems like someone is having a rough day,"</em> she thought to herself as she watched for a bit longer before deciding to check if he was alright. Leaving the window, she made her way to the exit and pushed through the door. Almost immediately, rain began to fall on her head. She walked through the grass and mud, her old pair of Converse sneakers sinking into the soft ground with each step. It wasn't long until the rain had soaked her black hair, causing her bangs to stick to her face.<br><br>She didn't try to be quiet as she approached Bobby, not recognizing who it was until she was basically standing over him. <strong>"Bobby, right? Are you doing okay?"</strong> she asked, seeming to be genuinely concerned. <strong>"I'm sorry if I'm interrupting your thoughts. Would you care for some company? I'm a good listener,"</strong> she offered with a soft smile. Her over-sized black sweater hung off her shoulders. Rain droplets rolled down freckled skin before soaking into the collar of her sweater, slowly making the fabric heavier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>14-02-2017, 17:33:37</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mo2ahZeOfSc/VrjTjANA_3I/AAAAAAAAyOw/YaMFW9WDKjM/s1600-r/12688187_1059428557411333_305073398904424773_n.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, 08:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty<br><strong>Content:</strong> Vodka chases away nightmares, food chases away hungry bellies</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Hearing the lovely, and mostly innocent Kitty curse out loud because he startled her caused a deep chuckle to rise from Piotr's throat. And hearing her voice made his stomach flip. He kept his composure though and seemed only slightly flushed when she looked at his face. And considering he'd had his first drink when he was seven, it was safe to say liquor didn't have that effect on him. <br><br>It seemed...only Katherine Pryde, could do that to him. He could tell something was bringing her down, and if his assumption was correct, they were already on the same page. Her answer to his question, was like he'd predicted, about Salvation. Or as she called him, "Genocide". He rolled it around in his head before nodding. "You've a gift for names, as that is the road I see for mutant kind if he and his superiors are not stopped or moved from this madness." <br><br>He reached out and tentatively touched her shoulder. "It will be okay though, Katya. We will find a way...we always do, da?" She asked him right after about drinking so early, causing him to laugh again. Then the laugh faltered and died when she offered to help. He gulped, and looked down at the big cup in his hand(no such thing as half-assing in Siberia). "Back home on the farm, you had to drink early. Otherwise by the time work was done, you'd be too tired to drink yourself to sleep," he somewhat joked. "But...<em>beautiful</em> company is always welcome. <em>Always</em>." He took another sip, then stepped closer to her and held the cup out. If he'd been psychic, he would've answered her minds question. There <em>was</em> no drinking age in Russia.<br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>14-02-2017, 19:43:27</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> Mansion Grounds<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Saturday, Sept. 2, 2017: Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat, Semi-Closed (PM about scene before entering)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rahne is upset.<br><hr><br>Rahne flinched away when she felt someone touch her. She didn't look to see who it was, or consider that the touch was gentle and meant to be comforting--she simple pulled away, turning away from Kitty as if she expected a blow to come. It wasn't a fair reaction, but it was what she was used to, after growing up how she had in the orphanage. <br><br>"Don'...Don' touch me..." she muttered out. Tense, and cautious, she glanced over at the girl that had followed her. She didn't know Kitty Pryde that well, despite having been there for a year. She knew of her from Laura, the girl was on the X-Men team, and cold walk through walls. The brief moments of interaction they'd had before had left them at odds over opinions. The same opinions that had Markus start this up, so, she was sure this would go no better.<br><br>"Ah'm fine..." she muttered, in a bold-faced lie, "Just leave m' alone..." The very last thing she wanted to hear was what she was sure she would hear. If she just shifted, she could rip these off on her own. She was significantly stronger as a wolf, a few leather straps would be nothing to her claws. That would just feel like validating everything Markus had done, though. And, well, shifting there in the yard would ruin her clothes, and make a bad situation even worse...
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>15-02-2017, 01:10:11</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://cloudinary-a.akamaihd.net/holdmyticket/image/upload/w_700,h_700,c_fit,c_limit,q_68,dn_72,f_auto/v6/uploads/attractions/1e2453c1814520ce133a4af4f49304e4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Robert 'Bobby' Coles<br><strong>Location:</strong> The lawn<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tessa / Hourglass<br><strong>Content:</strong> Laying on the floor in the rain<br><hr><br>Bobby heard the footsteps approaching, to him it took an age. He took a brief glance at the approaching girl, but the motion was so fast she was unlikely to see. Unlike everyone else the rain was so slow to him that it barely clouded his vision, and he could see her perfectly. She seemed a little less comfortable in the rain than him, and her hair was sticking to her face. She looked concerned, but as she reached him she had a nice smile. He replied as he lay there.<br><br><strong>"It's good. I like it out here in the rain, don't stick if you don't." </strong><br><br>As he spoke the rain fell into his mouth, clattering against his damaged teeth. In a nation of careful dental care the signs of his drug abuse were irreparably carved into his mouth. It was sometimes a little painful to eat, although he was almost fully recovered now. Despite the slightly unnerving visage he did smile back at her. The girl looked cold already, and he was never cold. No matter how much he shunned actively using his powers he couldn't help being a living heater. <br><br><strong>"But if you do sit around, be a good talker. I'm not good enough for the both of us. How come you came and checked on me? Most people don't come close if they can help it."</strong><br><br>He was honestly happy to have someone to chat with, though. It was a bit strange for him given his incredible lack of human interaction, but then it didn't seem likely anyone thought he'd be conventionally normal even by the standards of this school. He decided to stand up, figuring it was pretty unlikely she was going to decide to drop in the mud too. He stood clean onto his feet with nothing but a minor flex of his legs, an acrobatic feat beyond almost any ordinary person but one he did effortlessly. There was a slight blur to him as the motion was almost impossible to see, he went from laying back to standing in a fraction of a second. There were some parts of his powers he hated, but avoiding moving like that was entirely impossible. He looked at her a little cautiously now, as he wanted to make sure he didn't make her jump.<br><br>Now that he was standing he realised just how much taller than her he was, the difference seeming to be about a full foot, perhaps slightly more. He tried his best not to look down, and felt incredibly conscious that the rain, dark and his height were far from doing wonders to separate him from his unnerving image. But that ship sailed a long time ago, and anyone that was curious enough would have a far more terrifying idea of what he was. <br><br><strong>"You want to head in? Or walk out to the trees? The.. the tallest ones? Pines? They're good shelter. I like it out there when it rains."<br></strong><br>He stumbled a little, trying to remember the little bit he'd managed to pick up about nature. He barely had a clue, but it was worth trying to remember the things he appreciated. He looked to her for an answer when he offered the name of the trees. He'd only been at the school a short while but when he needed time away from the looks and shudders he caused he'd head out there. But he didn't want to be alone, and if someone who'd treat him like a person would join him out there they would be entirely welcome. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>15-02-2017, 01:28:16</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e6/b9/66/e6b966a6fb49c19181d2cb6d597c1b78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pride | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion, watching outside<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, 08:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Piotr<br><strong>Content:</strong> Needing a walk after the nights craziness<br><hr><br>His mere closeness caused her heart to jump, and she found herself turning a rather cute shade of pink at being called beautiful. In her opinion, she wasn't really beautiful. Summer was beautiful. Heather was beautiful. Rogue was beautiful. In comparison, Kitty felt rather plain. Did Piotr really feel that way about her? <br><br>She merely smiled as she took the offered cup, holding back the rather childish urge to perk up and say <em>wow!</em>. Doing so would undoubtedly show off her immaturity, and that was the last thing she wanted Pete to see. She wanted to be mature, worldly. Wanted to sound as wise as Orora, and act as mature as Jean. Still, there was a bit of excitement in her eyes as she took the cup, glanced inside, and brought it to her lips for a sip. She had had vodka a few times before, but the burn still got to her. She flinched a bit, wincing as she let out a couch before looking back to him, smiling as she offered the cup back. "Drinking before you are too tired to drink sounds kind of counter-productive..." a grin came then, obviously teasing at the idea of being a lazy drunk. Right then, it sounded like a great idea.<br><br>"Genocide is a dangerous precedent. And where does he get off thinking we LIKE being mutants? I mean...I didn't ask for these powers. Someone else's fears and insecurities isn't my fault. And yeah...we may prevail against him. But at what cost?" She sighed as she settled upon the ground, legs extending out in front of her. Kitty looked up to him again. "Don't misconstrue what I'm about to say. I love how well people are treated here at Xavier's. But in times like last night, it feels like a prison. And in a way...it kind of is. The government just made that clear. We are allowed two places: here or jail. And for what? Because of the way we are born. It's fucked up."<br><br>Again, she heaved a sigh, shaking her head. "I'm sorry...I'm just depressed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>15-02-2017, 05:19:35</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> The lawn<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bobby<br><strong>Content:</strong> Enjoying the rain and providing company.<br><hr><br><strong>"I enjoy the rain. Probably not the mud, so much. Too much cleaning up afterwards,"</strong> she replied with a smirk as she stood over Bobby, amused at how content he was with laying in a bit of a puddle. She noticed the damage done to his teeth, but paid no mind to them. She knew enough of his story from the news to know what had caused them to become that way. Given her own appearances, she was not the type to judge anyone by whatever physical flaws they had. It was something she hoped everyone could manage to get past. After all, it was difficult to keep her own flaws hidden at times. How wonderful it would be to not worry about how she looked.<br><br>The rain was cold, but she didn't mind it enough to leave him and go inside. The thick fabric of her sweater soaked up the falling rain, keeping the cold liquid against her chest, back, and shoulders. Goosebumps soon covered her arms and legs, her nipples became hard, and her body had the faintest shiver now and again.<br><br><strong>"I'll do my best to keep up my part of the conversation,"</strong> she replied with a smirk before finally pushing her bangs away from her face. The feeling of her hair sticking to her face, pressed up against her eyelashes, was uncomfortable. This allowed one of her flaws to become exposed, though it probably wasn't too visible in this darkness. The rain droplets constantly rolling down her face were probably helping to mask the texture of the branded marking as well. <strong>"I just figured you might be having a rough day and might need someone to talk to. I know I've had plenty of those in my life. So, I decided to come and see if there was anything I could do to help."</strong> Her voice was sincere and her words genuine.<br><br>When he seemed to quickly stand up, she didn't seem very phased by it. She, herself, had startled people a few times when she seemed to teleport. She simply stepped back to give him room before looking up to him. He was very tall, but so were several people she had met, some of which were at this school. Tess was used to being among the shortest people around and she wasn't at all afraid of him. The new angle posed as a possibility that her scar was now more visible in what little moonlight there might be.<br><br><strong>"I don't mind staying out in the rain, under some trees,"</strong> she replied with a smile before taking his hand. The palms of her hands were shielded by the thin black fabric of her finger-less gloves. <strong>"Come on. Let's get out of the pouring rain before my sweater gets too soaked,"</strong> the petite girl teased before pulling him towards the trees. It wasn't far of a walk, thankfully, and once she was shielded by the large branches above her, she released his hand and began ringing a bit of water out of her sweater. She was careful not to pull it too hard, though, not wanting the now heavy fabric to fall further down her shoulders to expose far more than even he was ready for.<br><br><strong>"I probably should've grabbed an umbrella or a poncho or something, huh?"</strong> she joked as she looked down at herself. She looked like a complete mess, from what she could see.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>15-02-2017, 08:38:19</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/b3795dc883141e14a32d51eaea8a21c3/tumblr_msnglapUzZ1ri7sbzo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alison Blaire Stevenson | Dazzler<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pool are<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 3rd, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hourglass<br><strong>Content:</strong> Swimming around the pool, being silly with Tess.<br><hr><br>Alison smiled at Tess as she emerged from the water, having heard bits of what she tried to say, nodding softly "I know they won't, but that shouldn't stop you, people think a lot of things, it's only when they express it it becomes a problem, unless of course you're any of the telepaths around here" she said with a giggle before she felt Tess move in. <br><br>Alison didn't move as Tess kissed her, though her cheeks turned a shade of crimson that made her otherwise pale face look an imitation of some victorian doll. But she liked it, so when Tess pulled away she pouted a little before pulling the other women in close again, kissing her a little less tenderly this time. She moved her arms down under the water, around Tess' waist as a solid light platform formed just under them, allowing them to stand instead of having to float. This time it was Allison who broke the kiss, looking into Tess' eyes "I think we should probably slow down a bit, but I will say this, in all my time here, I've wanted no one more than I want you right now. BUT I think we should slow down a bit, see how compatible we are outside this pool, in less enticing situations" Alison said with a bright smile. The haze was gone now, and the light Alison was giving off, she was pretty sure could be seen from orbit. She had never been this happy in her entire life, and she wanted the whole world to see it. Luckily for Tess, Alison had chosen not to shine from her face or torso, so as to not blind Tess. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>15-02-2017, 09:34:56</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mo2ahZeOfSc/VrjTjANA_3I/AAAAAAAAyOw/YaMFW9WDKjM/s1600-r/12688187_1059428557411333_305073398904424773_n.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, 08:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty<br><strong>Content:</strong> Vodka chases away nightmares, food chases away hungry bellies</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> When he called her beautiful, he noticed Kitty's cheeks turning a rosy pink. It made him look away for just a moment and scratch the back of his head. Why was he suddenly so damn nervous? She took the cup, which was more like a mug...filled to the brim...with premium grade homebrewed vodka. Piotr was from the Motherland. When he drank, he drank the right way. He'd never be able to look at his comrades back home in the eye if he didn't keep up tradition while he was gone. <br><br>He watched her take a few sips, and he knew the exact moment when the vodka started to burn down the back of her throat. He could see the flinch that happened to basically everyone who didn't grow up drinking the stuff. He took the cup back, and was already sipping calmly before her joke. "You would think that, but Russians found a way to make it work," he chuckled. He sighed when she brought up Salvation again, and could only nod his head. Not in complete agreement, but more than enough. And the one point he disagreed on, was a point of pride that he wanted Kitty to understand.<br><br>&nbsp;He sighed, and followed her to the ground, scooching around so his bicep was pressed into her shoulder and they sat side by side. "He is a very real threat to our race. But he is not the problem, only the instrument of the corrupted system which oppresses us. Still, given the chance I would <em>break</em> him. I do disagree with you on one thing though, Katya," he said as he took her hand on the spur of the moment. "I love my powers. Without them, my sister would be dead. And my family might have starved. And I have helped so many people with them.<br><br>&nbsp;<em>Never</em> be ashamed of what you are, because you are persecuted for it. The people fear what they don't understand. And mutants like Magneto haven't made our struggle any easier. But never be ashamed." He sighed, and took another sip before holding the cup out again. She looked like she could use a drink. "You are correct though. We are in a gilded cage. We have everything we could ever want here...except freedom. And to live in the world unregistered is to be treated as a terrorist for simply <em>being</em>. She said she was depressed, and he completely understood. "Would misery like some company?"<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>15-02-2017, 15:17:53</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://cloudinary-a.akamaihd.net/holdmyticket/image/upload/w_700,h_700,c_fit,c_limit,q_68,dn_72,f_auto/v6/uploads/attractions/1e2453c1814520ce133a4af4f49304e4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Robert 'Bobby' Coles<br><strong>Location:</strong> The lawn, then the trees<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tessa / Hourglass<br><strong>Content:</strong> Talking<br><hr><br><strong>I've had a lot of rough days. But today's not so bad, for me.<br></strong><br>When the girl pushed aside her hair he could clearly see a mark on her face. Perhaps others would have missed it, but the time each second lasted for him meant a slight glimpse took forever to pass. But he showed no sign of reacting. Whatever it may be was hers to worry about, and her business to choose to tell him if she wanted to. He smiled in response to her words. <br><br>He was silently incredibly surprised when she reached out her hand, but took it willingly. Internally he had a brief moment of indecision. He was very unused to any contact, even if it was through gloves. But it couldn't do any harm, after all. He walked beside her, just about reaching down to hold her hand as they headed to the shelter of the treeline. When they made it there he let go of her hand, allowing her to freely rid herself of at least some of the water. <br><br><strong>"Later I can grab you an umbrella before we head back. It wouldn't take a second."<br></strong><br>He hated using any powers aggressively, but running wasn't much of a concern. If anything it was quite nice to be 'free' to run again after so long confined and trapped. He briefly looked apologetic before continuing. <br><br><strong>"I urm, I can't warm you up though. It's not safe."</strong><br><br>Unfortunately due to the nature of his powers she would likely start feeling it soon, a mild sapping of energy. Nothing painful, just a little weaker than normal. Fortunately he expended so little of his stored energy, and was around so many people and so much power, that he barely had much effect. If he trusted himself to control anything, he would do it, but he had nowhere close to the skill needed. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>15-02-2017, 19:04:18</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e6/b9/66/e6b966a6fb49c19181d2cb6d597c1b78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pride | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mansion Grounds<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 2nd, evening time<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne<br><strong>Content:</strong> Trying to help<br><hr><br>As soon as Rahne pulled away, Kitty was liftingnher hands, showing she was unarmed and meant no harm or offense. The last thing Kitty wanted to do was freak out the poor girl further. Her gaze softened though, as she realized how difficult the whole situation must be for Rahne.<br><br>Political views or not, Kitty wasn't about to leave the girl to this fate. Her head shook gently as she slowly moved around, trying to keep in line of sight with a Rahne. "Rahne...listen, please. Let me help get it off. I promise it'll be fast." She was already working the problem in her head. Hoping that Rahne would take the olive branch, and possibly fix the problem without losing control.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>15-02-2017, 19:10:16</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> Pool area<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3rd, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dazzler<br><strong>Content:</strong> Swimming with Alison<br><hr><br>After breaking the tender kiss, which had been her first real kiss, Tess admired the flushed color of Alison's cheeks. She waited anxiously for a response. She expected her to say something or possibly just pull away from a potentially awkward situation. What she didn't expect was for Alison to pull her closer and kiss her in return. A platform suddenly formed beneath her feet, but she paid no mind to it as she instinctively wrapped her arms around Alison's neck, returning the somewhat heated and passionate kiss. She had never felt so comfortable with anyone in her life. She felt like she was floating on a cloud, even when Alison ended the kiss.<br><br><strong>"Y-Yeah,"</strong> she replied, her cheeks flushed a rosy pink. She was feeling a bit embarrassed and also in a bit of awe from the moment they had just shared. <strong>"Sorry if I was a bit forward. I've never done that before. I guess it's just the mood lighting,"</strong> she joked as she let Alison go and rubbed the back of her own neck, unsure of what to say or do. She didn't even know how she was feeling right now. So many thoughts rushed through her mind.<br><br><em><strong>"I promise, I'm not usually like this. Or at least I don't think I am,"</strong> she mentioned before berating herself. <strong>"You can't just say that to someone. Ugh, why do I do this?"</strong> she groaned before rewinding back before she had said those words.</em><br><br><strong>"I promise, I'm not usually like this. Being so forward, I mean. I just feel so comfortable with you, to the point of embarrassing myself sometimes,"</strong> she mentioned, remembering that Alison had a way of recognizing she had stopped time before, so it wasn't impossible that this would go by unnoticed. The use of her powers left her with a minor feeling of dizziness. Combined with the moving water around her, she began to feel like she should get out of the pool before it got worse. The rosy color disappeared from her face, becoming her usual pale color, if not more-so.<br><br><strong>"Hey, I'm gonna get out. I don't mind watching you from a lawn chair, though, if you still wanna swim."</strong> She barely waited more than a moment before swimming away from Alison and to the edge of the pool. <strong>"I'm just feeling a little nauseous,"</strong> she added, not wanting Alison to think she was running away from her or anything. But as soon as she realized what she said, she tried desperately to fix it without using her powers again. <strong>"Not from the kiss! I promise, it wasn't anything like that. I just... Using my powers gives me... vertigo. It's not cute. I'm sorry."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>15-02-2017, 19:31:14</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> Under the trees<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bobby<br><strong>Content:</strong> Enjoying the rain and providing company.<br><hr><br>Tess couldn't help but smile at his offer. <strong>"No, that's alright. I think I can manage without an umbrella. I'll just take a hot shower when I get back inside,"</strong> she replied before bending over and rubbing her hands through her hair to shake some of the water out. It left her hair a mess, but she didn't seem to be too worried about it. After all, she recognized that she wasn't looking all that put together right now, anyway. Lastly, she squeezed her bangs in her right hand, causing water droplets to fall to the ground, then tucked her hair behind her ear and stood back up.<br><br>His warning was kind. The fact that he thought about using his powers to help her out was thoughtful, but in the end he was responsible about it, which was smart. <strong>"It's fine. I'll be fine. I promise,"</strong> she replied with a soft laugh at his constant worry about her. She understood very well about not using her powers often, so she didn't question him at all about it.<br><br><strong>"I don't think I introduced myself to you,"</strong> she mentioned before extending her hand to him. <strong>"I'm Tess. I'm pretty new here, too. Been here a little over a week. I know a bit about your past from what's been on the news, but that doesn't really tell me who you are now. So, if you'd care to share about yourself, I'll do the same. I guess it's only fair that I tell you what my powers are, though, since I already know some of yours."</strong> The petite girl seemed to not care about what he had done in the past and was only interested in knowing what kinds of things he enjoyed to do now.<br><br><strong>"I have minor control over time. I can stop time entirely and move about with everyone frozen around me, and I can rewind up to about a minute. It's been helpful with trying to not embarrass myself while trying to make friends here. I haven't done it around you, though. Not yet, at least. I try not to use it often. It makes me feel ill sometimes."</strong> She was being completely honest with him, seeing no reason not to be. <strong>"So, that's me. Tell me, other than enjoying the rain, what kinds of things do you like to spend your time on?"</strong><br><br>After spending time with her new friends and around people who she didn't have to worry about hurting her for being who she is, Tess had really begun to come out of her shell. She still had a ways to go, but spending time with someone who seemed to be in need of friends, like she had when she arrived, was helping her to gain her confidence. Maybe it was the fact that she knew now that she wasn't alone in the way she had felt before arriving at the X-Mansion. Or maybe it was that she was taking pleasure out of helping someone feel like not everyone was afraid or uncomfortable around him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>15-02-2017, 19:47:02</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e6/b9/66/e6b966a6fb49c19181d2cb6d597c1b78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pride | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion, watching outside<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, 08:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Piotr<br><strong>Content:</strong> Needing a walk after the nights craziness<br><hr><br>She didn't know why, but knowing that her views weren't just tossed off as emotional ravings f a teenager helped. That it was from a man that she had such feelings for was even more so a blessing. Piotr seemed to understand where she was coming from, and that helped a lot. <br><br>She took the offered cup, and brought it to her lips for another sip. She had to be careful...drinking on an empty stomach was rarely a good idea. But she rusted Piotr...even if she did secretly hope that he would try something. He thought had her giggling softly, before she handed the cup back. <br><br>"I'm not ashamed of what I am. I'm proud that I can use my powers to help people. But it just hurts that they see it as a threat instead of a gift. You know...before I got here, one of the ladies at my church said that I was cursed because god hated me. Fuck her..." a smirk crossed her lips. "Actually don't. She's like...a thousand years old." <br><br>As he settled down next to her, she couldn't help but just lean a bit into him. It felt...good. Right. Her head rested against his shoulder, the contact bringing back memories of their encounter in the locker room. Again, Kitty flushed. "As for misery loving company....well, I guess I'd be really awesome company then, though I don't see it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>15-02-2017, 22:58:29</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mo2ahZeOfSc/VrjTjANA_3I/AAAAAAAAyOw/YaMFW9WDKjM/s1600-r/12688187_1059428557411333_305073398904424773_n.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, 08:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty<br><strong>Content:</strong> Vodka chases away nightmares, food chases away hungry bellies</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> It was good having someone you could sit and talk with...and drink vodka with while sitting and talking. He hadn't planned for this when he came out to take to Kitty, but now that the conversation was well underway, he was more than happy to stay here and talk until she didn't want to talk anymore. As long as he got to spend time with her. He took a long sip, but saw there was still plenty of vodka in the cup. He wouldn't force Kitty to drink if she didn't want it, but he held the cup out until she accepted or passed.<br><br>&nbsp;He sighed, looked up at the night sky and shook his head while she told him how despite her pride(hehehe) in her powers, she didn't like how normal people tended to see her and mutants as monsters. He understood. "I have been there. Many times. Thankfully on my farm, despite it being one large collective, we were all basically family. The first time I used my powers was to stop a tractor about to run my little sister over. Everyone there was amazed at me. My size, my strength. <br><br>How my skin glinted in the sun. They weren't even mad about the tractor when I plowed an entire field in 2 hours, and finished all of them before the day was done. But in the outside world? I remember once I saved a police officer. He'd been shot and was pinned behind his car by some gangsters. They would've killed him. But I stepped in. I knocked them all out, hand delivered them to the police in a bow. Yet when reinforcements arrived, they tried to arrest me. The officer I saved didn't even tell them differently."<br><br>&nbsp;His somewhat sobering story was immediately broken up as well as lighting his mood when she pointed out the woman who'd called her cursed was at least 1,000 and he shouldn't have sex with her. "Good to know. Maybe I'll have Nemesis give her a call, eh?" When she leaned into him, he cleared his throat on reflex alone. He hadn't been expecting the contact, but was definitely glad for it. "You are amazing company, Katya. I could sit here all night and list reasons if you need me to." He laughed a bit, and his arm went around to her waist to pull her into a hug. It was innocent, as he only wanted her to feel better. But now, he was holding her against him, and something inside told him to not let go. So he didn't.<br><br></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>15-02-2017, 23:26:31</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e6/b9/66/e6b966a6fb49c19181d2cb6d597c1b78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pride | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion, watching outside<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, 08:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Piotr<br><strong>Content:</strong> Needing a walk after the nights craziness<br><hr><br>Again, a light giggle came from her at the mention of introducing Nemesis to Ms. Waterford. Kitty seriously doubted anyone would want to touch the uptight old hag. Hell, Kitty's mom sometimes thought the old woman LIVED at church. Kitty didn't doubt it at all. <br><br>Leaning into Piotr, Kitty felt safe, content. Even as he told his story, she would merely neatly into him closer, an arm slipping around his own. She didn't know why she did it, just that it felt...nice. His scent drifted through her, adding to the atmosphere. Of course, the alcohol did not hurt. While far from drunk, Kitty was feeling a bit warm.<br><br>"List reasons of what? Why I'm amazing?" She couldn't help but giggle softly. "Pete...I don't know a woman alive who wouldn't like that. Of course, calling me Katya doesn't hurt either. I love the accent..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>16-02-2017, 00:53:06</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://cloudinary-a.akamaihd.net/holdmyticket/image/upload/w_700,h_700,c_fit,c_limit,q_68,dn_72,f_auto/v6/uploads/attractions/1e2453c1814520ce133a4af4f49304e4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Robert 'Bobby' Coles<br><strong>Location:</strong> The trees<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tessa / Hourglass<br><strong>Content:</strong> Talking <br><hr><br>Bobby always tried to offer help where he could. Lighting a fire was far out of the question, but grabbing an umbrella would have been easy and safe. Still, no need to force the matter. He calmly watched her dry off a little bit, himself ignoring the water and mud he was drenched in. Cleaning his clothes took no time at all, for him, and the cold didn't really affect him at all. He'd never felt truly cold since his powers developed, but he could remember it being unpleasant. It was in his new nature to try his hardest to offer kindness where it was reasonable.<br><br>Bobby listened to her speak, being a little unused to polite introductions he wasn't sure of what to say or do. So, instead, he just stayed quiet and paid attention. The offer of sharing stories was acceptable, since she seemed to be willing to forgive his past deeds. Her power sounded incredibly interesting, and it was something he could relate to in at least some way. The way he saw the world was not dissimilar to time almost standing still. Although not quite, and even to him it would be surreal to see everything entirely paused. He could imagine that causing some sickness. <br><br><strong>"Three years solitary confinement. Didn't have space for hobbies, right now I'm lookin' to find some. Just bein' outdoors in nature makes me happy though. I never saw a place like this 'till I came here. I don't really know what classes to take either."</strong><br><br>He smiled for a second and had a slight suggestion he wanted to make, but it wasn't very like him. After so long hating his mutation he was feeling more comfortable with at least the gentle half of it. He'd never been more than a weapon, but it intrigued him that he could impress or interest someone. <br><br><strong>"I can show you how fast I am. If you want. I've never really showed someone as anything past intimidation. But I don't mind the running part of what I do."</strong><br><br>He paused briefly at that statement. <br><br><strong>"It's, you know, the other bits. They aren't fun."</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>16-02-2017, 01:33:57</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> Under the trees<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bobby<br><strong>Content:</strong> Enjoying the rain and providing company.<br><hr><br>Tess nodded, understanding how solitary confinement wouldn't allow for many opportunities in finding hobbies. She could imagine he wasn't allowed even a pencil to sketch with. It was a shame, but understandable from a safety point of view. <strong>"Well, if you like the outdoors, maybe you can find something you can do outside, where nature can surround you. If you're interested in exercise, I'm sure yoga would be a nice and relaxing hobby. Or if you like the sights, maybe try painting or drawing things you see in nature. I'm sure you could find some lovely inspirations out here,"</strong> she offered as suggestions, hoping to help him find his way a bit easier. She, herself, was beginning to find new hobbies for herself, of which she had no access to when she lived with her mother and step-father.<br><br><strong>"You want to show me?"</strong> she asked with a friendly smile.<strong> "Hmm... How about you run and fetch me a blanket or something and I'll time you on it... See how fast you really are. Just try not to kick up any mud at me in the process, 'kay? If you come back and I'm covered in mud, you're gonna have to do my laundry as punishment,"</strong> she teased with a smirk.<strong> "I'm not kidding,"</strong> she warned as she playfully wagged a finger at him. <strong>"One drop and it's laundry day for you."</strong> She couldn't help but wonder how much control he had over it.<br><br><strong>"You up for the challenge?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>16-02-2017, 01:51:41</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://cloudinary-a.akamaihd.net/holdmyticket/image/upload/w_700,h_700,c_fit,c_limit,q_68,dn_72,f_auto/v6/uploads/attractions/1e2453c1814520ce133a4af4f49304e4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Robert 'Bobby' Coles<br><strong>Location:</strong> The trees<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tessa / Hourglass<br><strong>Content:</strong> Talking, Running for the first time in years <br><hr><br>Bobby wasn't even close to sure whether he had any faint talents, when it came to art. And exercise was near enough to a pointless concept for him. Having said that, Tess made a smart suggestion with yoga. Something relaxing made sense, since any competitive sport was far out of the question. He liked her ideas, and quietly made a note to remember trying out a little drawing and inquiring about yoga lessons.<br><br><strong>"Yoga and art. I like it. I just like things that are relaxing and peaceful, I think it's the a combination of the nature and the views. It's just the feel, the smell, of being outdoors for once."</strong><br><br>Her suggestion sounded like a fun little game, and at least he could remember where the blankets were. Fortunately until he pushed a certain speed he was surprisingly precise and mostly harmless. It was only once he began pushing it that the sparks would fly. He grinned, which felt weird in itself, and then stretched a little, feigning a mock warm-up.&nbsp; He looked at her and nodded, before turning the the school. He cracked his neck a little and then clapped. Faster than the sound had reached his own ears, Bobby lurched into a sprint. Time stood still around him, as the rain seemed to slow up to a near complete stop and he felt a sharp rush of adrenaline. Before the sound of the clap reached Tess he'd made it half way across the lawn, but nothing was visible past a momentary blur in the air as the sound of the clap could be heard. <br><br>Bobby made it to the door, sliding to a halt and opening it he kept on dashing through the house. A few people around him glanced over their shoulders, but to all intents and purposes he was nearly impossible to react to at all. When he was upstairs he grabbed the towel, and as he headed back through he saw people in mid-reaction to his first passing. Getting back to the doorway he allowed himself a short glance over his shoulder, admiring the near snapshot of life taking place. A few people were eating, laughing and talking. It was surreal to see things captured like this, and gave him a window into Tess's world. And then, in an instant, he was back under the trees. The entire journey, even with pausing to open the door, glancing over his shoulder, and making sure he never hit anyone, took a total of four seconds. <br><br>When he came to a halt both he and the blanket were dry. And, despite his speed, he kicked up no dirt. When he ran he made such absurdly brief contact with the floor it was like he was never there at all. Hell, he could run on water, and it barely rippled. He was grinning a little, feeling high on the adrenaline of running like that. And, naturally, a little shocked at just how fast he had been. He wasn't quite sure what to say, so instead of speaking he just held out the blanket towards Tess.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>16-02-2017, 02:14:25</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> Under the trees<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bobby<br><strong>Content:</strong> Enjoying the rain and providing company.<br><hr><br>As soon as he clapped, she began counting on her fingers. She expected to get to at least six seconds, given that he would probably have to stop to open doors along the way, but her fourth finger had barely lifted as he suddenly seemed to reappear in front of her. <strong>"That was very fast. Taking into account human error, I would say it was somewhere between three and a half to four seconds. Very impressive, to say the least."</strong> She looked down at her clothing to make sure no mud had splattered on her at all before taking the blanket that was offered to her. <strong>"Looks like you also succeeded in not having to do my laundry,"</strong> she teased before wrapping the blanket around her petite, shivering body.<br><br><strong>"Your powers are very cool and I'm sure very useful. I could see you being very helpful on any rescue missions, if you're able to carry people. Like a fireman or something. Saving people from burning buildings and stuff. And you'd never even have to wear the uniform because you'd be too fast for fire to burn you."</strong> She got a little lost in thought of what that would look like. If only the humans weren't so afraid of mutants. There were a lot of things that mutants could do to make the world a little safer. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"People a cruel, sometimes,"</strong></span> she mumbled softly, thinking out loud for just a moment before shaking it off. <strong>"You know what would be super cool? If people saw you rescuing puppies. Jaws would drop. No one would know what to say, I guarantee it."</strong> She laughed softly at the thought of people standing in shock as some ex-con rescued adorable little puppies in front of their eyes.<br><br><strong>"I'm sorry if that's offensive. I get lost in my own head sometimes. I can't really control it all that much. I'm sure you know how it is to only have yourself to talk to. I've been trying to break the habit, but I'm undoing over five years of damage."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>16-02-2017, 02:20:44</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mo2ahZeOfSc/VrjTjANA_3I/AAAAAAAAyOw/YaMFW9WDKjM/s1600-r/12688187_1059428557411333_305073398904424773_n.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, 08:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty<br><strong>Content:</strong>Getting closer</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> Sitting here, comfortable on the warm soft ground, with Kitty's lithe frame pressed against his side? Piotr sighed contentedly at the thought and feel of her. Then her tiny arm wrapped around his and his heart jumped directly into his throat. Things just felt right. He licked his lips and shrugged when she teased about him listing amazing facts about her.<br><br>&nbsp;"Well I'm glad <em>this</em> woman likes it, <em>Katya</em>." He blushed when she mentioned his accent, and how much he liked it. For a time he'd tried to get rid of it, but eventually, the Professor convinced him it was part of who he was, and he should be proud of it. Just like he was proud of his home, and his powers. <br><br>"I can say more to you...in Russian if you'd like." He brushed a bang away from her ear, then leaned down and put his lips right up against it. Then he whispered quietly, <acronym title="Your beauty eclipses the sun">"Ваша красота затмевает солнце."</acronym><br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>16-02-2017, 02:46:59</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://cloudinary-a.akamaihd.net/holdmyticket/image/upload/w_700,h_700,c_fit,c_limit,q_68,dn_72,f_auto/v6/uploads/attractions/1e2453c1814520ce133a4af4f49304e4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Robert 'Bobby' Coles<br><strong>Location:</strong> The trees<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tessa / Hourglass<br><strong>Content:</strong> Talking<br><hr><br>He smiled at he response, glad he'd managed to do something impressive. Granted a brief run was a thousand miles away from what he could really do, but now was not close to the time for that. He grimaced internally. There was no such thing as a time for that. It made him feel better when she put the blanket on and shivered less, at least. He'd managed to do something worthwhile without anyone getting hurt. Giving a little nod to her comment on the laundry he let her continue talking.<br><br><strong>"Don't think I'd be much good at rescues. Peopl'd run away. Speed don't matter, nothin' burn me anyway."</strong><br><br>He had no interest in joining in on missions. If he had an incident, he'd be jailed again. His life would be over and he would die in a cell. As much as he wanted to atone for past deeds, and to help people, he could not bring himself to risk doing even more harm. His life had enough pain in it already, and he'd been the cause of most of it. 'Super cool' was a far cry from anything he would describe what would likely happen if he tried to be a real team member.<br><br><strong>"Not offensive, I get it. Wish I could help people. But I'm dangerous. If I was a real good person I'd have kept myself in solitary for all of your sake. But I couldn't take it any longer. Now the least I can do is not deliberately push it."</strong><br><br>His words were at least a little bit of a bumpy road. He hoped he wouldn't seem abrasive or harsh, but people skills were something he wasn't sure he was at all good at. At least he tried to be nice. He didn't reply to her talk of five year's damage. Whatever may have happened to her was her own business, and he refused to speculate or pry into any hinting. Of course he would listen and care if she told him, but until then it was her own private matter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>16-02-2017, 10:49:40</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Jqokx3p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Heather Donald | "Highlights"<br><strong>Location:</strong> Forest on outskirts of property<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 6. - 11:30 pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde<br><strong>Content:</strong> underage drinking, and being rebels or something<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;These clothes (http://i.imgur.com/DF5IDNB.png) &amp; These Boots (http://i.imgur.com/qFLC5ev.jpg)<br><hr>Heather and Kitty’s past together was child’s play in her mind. Highlights had seen a lot in the bedroom for her young age. Foreplay had changed significantly, as had courting another, or allowing them to court her. Sex had been considered before anything about relationships had come up. She hadn’t been with Kitty as closely as she wanted. But, Heather was still doing well with thirty bracelets on now. She wasn’t sure if this would be the night that those bracelets were put back into their box on her nightstand. <br><br>Having a naked wrist would make a few particular people take notice. Her close friends, a few of her ‘exes’, Rogue, a couple teachers, and some of the more chatty folks around school that had no real interest beside something to talk about.<br><br>Heather tried not to think about those consequences, but none the less, here she was, being herself, staring down one of her most desired little pieces of fruit, and she was in fine control of herself. So far, she had managed to stay in a friendly atmosphere. Her adventures into some form of monogamy was doing wonders on her day to day concentration. She hadn’t been keeping track, but her school work so far this year had been well recieved. Just like consequences, she didn’t track her accomplishments, her lovers, her finances, or politics in general.<br><br>It was all about the moment that she was in. Heather had alcohol and a close friend alone in the woods. It was perfect. Kitty was her usual modest self. Heather tried to be modest, but it didn’t always work out for her. Sometimes it was more fun to flaunt it and change the equation in the room. <strong>“I know right.” </strong>Heather watched Kitty play with her hair and gave of a humiliated eye flutter for show. Flattery showed clearly on her face. <strong>“I can even make it black if I want, just gotta start eating rocks.”</strong> She joked. She decided to take the compliment on the chin and spring it back with inflated confidence and a nice strong dose of sarcasm. <strong>“Well, I don’t sleep, so I get a lot of free time to be extra hot.” </strong><br><br>As her cute friend in the ripped denim reached for the cider, Heather opened her own as she added more to the conversation. <strong>“I keep telling You can stay up with me whenever you want. We can shampoo each other or whatever.” </strong>Heather’s mind was a little frantic. She took a shallow sip from the cider, always afraid that bottled drinks would blow up after that first drink.<br><br>She was still in a friendly space when Kitty reached down and asked about the encounter in the hall. Heather smiled, and squeezed back. <strong>“I’m fine, I had two bodyguards, four if you count Xavier and that teacher that helped out.” </strong><br><br>Heather started to tug Kitty down the path. It didn’t provide much of a walk, but if they were at the end of it, at least they would be the furthest from the mansion, and the least likely to stir up any suspicions. <strong>“Ya know,”</strong> Heather started, sorting herself before she continued. She kept Kitty’s hand in hers as she walked. Taking a sip of cider. The cool tart quality of the drink made her cheeks pucker. She wasn’t exactly used to Alcohol, but as far as she could tell, she digested it the same as normal people, and her hair didn’t grow black when she drank it, dispelling the common phrase that alcohol was poison. <br><br><strong>“I should be asking you that question. That new girl sort of let you have it. I was actually really scared..."</strong> She laughed a little bit, an odd cookie indeed <strong>"Only thing i got from that exchange was, like, a little bit of guilt. She was fine until I started to talk to her, I should have let her be, usually pretty girls don't get so mad at me for calling them a hot bitch.” </strong>She turned with a smile, trying to cover the subject with as much relief and levity as she could muster. She was only as young as the minute was, and she never really made a choice to live life the way she lived it. It was hard for her to stay upset for too long. Especially if the things directly around her were anything but real negativity. <strong>“How long did your head hurt?” </strong>Again, a very serious topic. But her beer bottle was tapping at her head, and her tone was playful in nature.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>16-02-2017, 23:51:39</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e6/b9/66/e6b966a6fb49c19181d2cb6d597c1b78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pride | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion, watching outside<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, 08:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Piotr<br><strong>Content:</strong> Needing a walk after the nights craziness<br><hr><br>He had to know what he was doing to her. What woman could stand up to this? His closeness, the smooth bass of his voice, the way his accent soothed her...she was becoming putty. And now..now he was increasing the intimacy of their contact.<br><br>Kitty didn't move as she felt his fingers brush the hair awa from her ear. However, when she felt his lips against the sensitive lobe she couldn't help but let slip a slight gasp. Eyes fluttered as he spoke in gentle tones, the mere bit of contact seeming to be exceptionally erotic to her. Cheeks were flushed, and soft lower lip was captured as she shifted in place, thighs squeezing together. The words...she had no clue what he said. But whatever it was had gone straight through her, and caused things deep down to clench in white-hot desire.<br><br>Her breath hitched a moment, and she fought to regain her voice. Not moving, fearful that any motion would break the contact they had, she spoke...her voice a wavering whisper. "W....what uhh...." Tongue flickered out, moistening those lips as eyes remained closed. "What does that...uhh....m...mean?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>17-02-2017, 00:02:58</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e6/b9/66/e6b966a6fb49c19181d2cb6d597c1b78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pride | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the beaten path<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 6th, 11:30<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Heather<br><strong>Content:</strong> Enjoying a friend, wearing this (http://image.dhgate.com/albu_438218775_00/1.0x0.jpg) minus the bag<br><hr><br>Thinking of Yolande didn't really help Kitty's frame of mind. Every now and then she was still getting a mild ringing in her ear from the scream that had echoed in her head. She knew it would go away, that it was just residual. It was really more annoying than anything. But she would be a lot more wary around Yolande from now on...and had pledged to take a refresher class on telepathy when it came up next.<br><br>"Yolande was just having a bad day. It's nothing...I'm fine." The lie came easily. Kitty was used to it. She wasn't one of the "tough" mutants, and so she had to give off a tough exterior when around them. That included...in Kitty's mind...Heather. Her friend was stronger than Kitty was....and so she needed to play off that a mind-attack didn't really bother her. Kitty was used to it. "I'm just glad that you and Justin were okay. Hey, was he hitting on you? Didn't you guys used to go out or something?" <br><br>She grinned, glad to have been able to steer the conversation away from the encounter. It was over and done with, and probably best to be forgotten. Kitty knew that her punishment for striking out at Yolande was coming up, and she didn't care. She knew she had done what was best, even if it broke the rules. Free arm snaked around Heathers, holding the multi-haired femme close by as another sip from the cider was taken.<br><br>"Oh, and in regards to your hair turning black....I don't suggest rocks. And I don't suggest black, unless you want to go through some weird emo-phase..." the playful grin showed that Kitty was absolutely joking around. Heather would have known that no matter what, Kitty would be supportive of her. The few awkward encounters of kissing and idle touches were fun, and after, when they were both sober, Kitty still loved Heather.<br><br>Even if Heather did make her question her sexual preferences.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>19-02-2017, 00:15:43</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> Under the trees<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bobby<br><strong>Content:</strong> Enjoying the rain and providing company.<br><hr><br><strong>"Not everyone out here is a good person. And a lot of people think they're good, but they're really not 100% good. But you... You've been through a rough life and you came out on the other side feeling like you need to be better. And I think that makes you a good person. You have an urge to do good things and not hurt people. And while it might take some time to control your powers... You, Bobby, are a good person. And I think you'd be great on missions once you come to terms with where you stand."</strong><br><br>Tess had always been the type of person to keep her thoughts to herself, but this school was helping her to speak up and speak her mind. And Bobby seemed to be the perfect person to empty her thoughts to right now. There was something about Bobby that made her feel hopeful. He had come from such a dark and violent place in his life to becoming so kind and considerate of others.<br><br><strong>"I've spent a lot of time thinking about why people are the way they are. I have days that, because I still can't control my powers sometimes, repeat over and over. And there's nothing I can do to change the outcome. It's like I'm stuck watching the same scene through my own eyes for days. Like I'm sitting inside my own head and watching. And it causes me to study people. I studied my step-father to the point that I can pinpoint the moment he becomes angry. There's a look in his eyes that burns like fire right before he's about to lose it. Seeing things like that makes you wonder why some people have that much anger in them. It makes you wonder if there's any good left. And even though my step-father is an angry asshole, I know there's still some good in him. He just prefers to be the way he is. You, on the other hand. You found the good that was still inside of you and you seem to be holding onto it so tightly so it never hides away again. And just that desire to always have it be there above everything else is proof that you are a good person. You've known drugs that make you feel so good, but still, you choose this life, above all else. And yeah, people are going to think of how you were and worry about if you'll be that way again. And people are going to focus on how you look and not trust you. But most people don't see as much as you or I see."</strong><br><br>She smiled and put her arm on his arm, squeezing it lightly. <strong>"They just need more time, huh?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>19-02-2017, 03:42:13</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/mfs9DGd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers | “Cyclops”<br><strong>Location:</strong> Tennis Court<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 3rd, 4:50 pm <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Content:</strong> Flirt Tennis, Salem is down 4-3 in the final set of the match<br><strong>wearing:</strong> Autumn Tennis Clothes (http://i.imgur.com/XrBXtHZ.jpg) -- &nbsp;No more sweater though, this Tank Top is underneath (http://i.imgur.com/g9wXhu3.jpg)<br><hr> Salem knew full well what she was doing as the match marched forward. As she got into a rhythm physically, her thought patterns found patterns as well. As she started to get a foothold in and really comete, she also started to gain some understanding of what was really going on between her and Rogue. <br><br>Rogue had inquired about Salem’s little squeal. She tried not to respond, but she knew that it would be rude if she didn’t. “I guess -hmph- I like it.” The words were interrupted by one of her backhands and a miny squeal. The ball came back, “Being... -hmph- spanked.”She’d always known that. As the flirtations continued, Salem was learning. She’d never really had this close of a friend, and she’d never been close to anyone romantically before. So, this conflict in her mind was a treacherous gust of wind, she didn’t really know what the right decision was.<br><br>She could tell that it felt good to flirt with Rogue. As she challenged herself, the flirt contest continued. Salem took to smacking Rogue on the ass as well, positioning herself so that she would be in range, while keeping her own hiney away from Rogue’s sneaky hands. It was an intense game, and Rogue was fighting harder than she’d ever fought before in a match. It made Salem as eager as twenty-two year old virgin to play in such an exciting game. She was giving it her all, wearing herself out, and taking minor breaks in between points and games. Her clothing had grown sweaty. The wind sneaking up her skirt now felt wonderful. <br><br>Salem was burning up. “God damn…” Her breath was painful. Salem was in shape, but this was a grueling gauntlet of a match. Salem expected herself to roll over Rogue in a long game like this, but the competition was tight. “You…” Her breath was getting away from her. They were in between the games, tied two to two, about to start the fifth game of the set. It was one of those moments when the game echoed through itself: Two games each, fifth game. Two sets each, fifth set. <br><br>It was the deciding set no matter what, but they still had a few games to go. These were the dog days here, this was when every muscle in your body was vibrating in pain, and quivering with tension. Salem stood her tennis racket up on it’s end and leaned against it with both arms. Salem reached down for the water and splashed a long stream into her mouth, leaning backwards and standing up straight as she did. “Uugh-” The sensation was pleasing. Salem bent over forwards, set the water bottle down, and pulled her sweater up over her head. She had little on underneath, a white tank top that functioned as a sports bra and nothing else. The fabric was tucked into her skirt, and it was difficult to find where one ended and the other begin. <br><br>Her sweater flew over to the benches, and she found her hair in disarray. Salem tucked the racket in between her thighs and brought her hands up to her hair. She redid her ponytail, setting this one higher on her head by accident. She had a very eighties vibe to her accidental hair style. Her breath was returning to her. “You’re going down in four sequential Roguey.” Salem added the ‘y’ to the end of her name for fun. With significant energy left, Salem grabbed a few balls and made her way confidently to her side of the court.<br><br>"...we’re going out, as soon as we’re allowed to….” There was that awkward Salem again. She hadn’t been on many dates and she didn’t have a leg up on flirting. She just wanted to win this game, learn a little bit about having a friend, and then go to sleep. She knew that the romantic aspect was a difficult angle with Rogue. Salem was setting up for the serve, and waiting for Rogue to get into position. She was stretching, bending in half, off to the side, backwards, splitting, and catering to the eyes of the other girl. Salem was starting to understand that she was sexy, but stretching was still a required practise. She hadn’t learned just how much her body was capable of, or how suggestive she could be with such little on in front of another.<br><br>As Rogue prepared to finish the match. Salem bounced the ball and prepped her jump serve. “2-2, game five,” She tossed, leaped, rotated her hips, grunted, and delivered the ball. Her form was still tight, her grunt was louder now, and not much was different about her mechanics. The only difference was that she wasn’t jumping as high, so he was hitting the ball higher on her racket than she was intending. It affect her placement, and she wasn’t sure why. Her serve kept sailing, and she started to fall behind in the first game.<br><br>Before long the set was 3-2, then it was 3-3 when Salem wasn’t serving. She went down again 4-3 on her own serve and started to notice a trend. Salem was more exhausted than she was willing to admit. She was running out of chances, and the sun was really starting to go away. She wasn’t ready to stop. Quitting was not an option, even if it was difficult to see the ball. Neither of them could see in the dark, so&nbsp; it was still fair.<br><br>The two girls passed each other at the net, and Salem didn’t bother to try and defend the spank. She was too focused on the game and what she was doing wrong. She’d almost forgot about how sexy this whole tennis match had been. Her sports bra tank top was soaked with sweat. Her heart was pounding and her whole body was flushed. Her chin was up as she walked passed Rogue, her eyes were closed behind the glasses. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>19-02-2017, 04:21:32</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Jqokx3p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Heather Donald | "Highlights"<br><strong>Location:</strong> Forest on outskirts of property<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 6. - 11:30 pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde<br><strong>Content:</strong> underage drinking, and being rebels or something<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;These clothes (http://i.imgur.com/DF5IDNB.png) &amp; These Boots (http://i.imgur.com/qFLC5ev.jpg)<br><hr>The closeness around Kitty was always a treat. Not everyone was so easy to touch, and laugh with, and tickle when the time came. These two together had almost no personal bubble anymore. There were only pockets of privacy that were still there. Heather wanted to break through those two. As the two of them walk-cuddled down the path she found herself smitten in the conversation. The topic of Justin came up. Heather was drinking her cider so she hadn’t gotten around to responding to him until after Kitty made a comment about her possible emo black hair. <br><br>The bottle lowered and she responded to all of it at once. <strong>“It’s not like it hurts to eat the rocks, well it does, just not like a stomach ache, which you would think would be the problem. But no. I just sort of feel sick while I digest them. I could go emo if I wanted to. Just some hair dye would pull it off. I haven’t gone black in a while. It’s fun sometimes, I can almost take a new identity, ya know.”</strong> She took another drink of the cider before continueing. <strong>“As for Justin, I guess he was hitting on me, yeah.”</strong> She thought about the moment from the day before, trying to sort out what the boys plans might have been.<br><br><strong>“Now that I think about it.”</strong> She laughed loudly, starting to feel the effects of the cider in her tummy. She had drained half of the bottle already, and the lightening fast metabolism of her body made sure the alcohol was effective quickly. It didn’t last as long in her system, but it made things more exotic in a rush. <br><br>She lifted her left arm where all of her sobriety bracelets were hanging. She inspected them closely. <strong>“It seems like everyone is starting to think that I might have sorted out my shit with all this success.”</strong> Heather leaned in a bit toward Kitty as she said it, lowering her voice down to a whisper. One of her hands vanished behind them. <strong>“But we both know the truth, right.”</strong> Her hand found Kitty’s left ass cheek and squeezed. <strong>“I’m just as crazy as ever.”</strong><br><br>Heather leaned in close and offered Kitty a little kiss on the cheek. <strong>“Which brings you to mind, actually. What are you doing out here with me? The school slut all alone getting drunk?”</strong> She almost hissed, her smile was so devious, <strong>“Looking so pretty too… what’s on <em>your </em>mind pussycat?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>19-02-2017, 08:51:55</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mo2ahZeOfSc/VrjTjANA_3I/AAAAAAAAyOw/YaMFW9WDKjM/s1600-r/12688187_1059428557411333_305073398904424773_n.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, 08:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty<br><strong>Content:</strong>Getting closer</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> <br>The Russian had the desired effect on her, and his soft words spoken in his deep voice seemed to root her to the spot. He could feel the heat around them increase, her body hitch for just a moment. It caused his heart to speed up to dangerous levels, but it was easily worth the adrenaline rush. He was surprised at himself if he was being honest. He was usually never this bold. <br><br>Especially not around Kitty. And she was a student. But here he was, pressed against her on the grass, lips against her ear, arm around her waist. When she asked what it meant, his free hand touched her cheek. "It means your beauty eclipses the sun. You are the most beautiful woman...I have ever seen in my life."<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>20-02-2017, 08:28:07</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/b3795dc883141e14a32d51eaea8a21c3/tumblr_msnglapUzZ1ri7sbzo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alison Blaire Stevenson | Dazzler<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pool area<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 3rd, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hourglass<br><strong>Content:</strong> Swimming around the pool, being silly with Tess.<br><hr><br>Alison smiled at Tess as she spoke, she nodded along and stroked the other woman's cheek as she said "there is an attraction here, there's nothing to excuse, it was a romantic moment, we were close, we're both gorgeous you know, why not kiss?" She asked teasingly. She smiled happily at Tess "I'm just happy I found someone I could kiss here. Don't really like guys, for obvious reasons" she said <br><br>Allison couldn't help but giggle at Tess' awkwardness. She nodded to her friend and smiled, diving down under the water swimming about below the surface. She smiled as she returned to the surface, looking at Tess from the edge. She smiled over at her and then finally spoke "Apart from the nausea what does your power do exactly I know it's something to do with time? what does it do exactly? do you know the limits? the trigger, can you trigger it yourself?" she was really rather curious, changing time sounded like a dangerous power, but it intrigued Alison, though judging from Tess' body, her powers might have been more of a curse than a blessing when compared to Alison's own, which had only ever been a boon to her.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>20-02-2017, 17:48:58</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e6/b9/66/e6b966a6fb49c19181d2cb6d597c1b78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pride | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the beaten path<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 6th, 11:30<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Heather<br><strong>Content:</strong> Enjoying a friend, wearing this (http://image.dhgate.com/albu_438218775_00/1.0x0.jpg) minus the bag<br><hr><br>The last question was a great one. And Kitty HAD been about to respond about the sobriety bracelets, but hadn't gotten a chance to. This was one of the things about Heather...she could be all business one second, and a shameless flirt the next. And so when that hand vanished behind them, Kitty hadn't really thought much about it, until those fingers found their way to firm cheek of her ass, causing the young woman to jump and squeek.<br><br>Were it any other time....ANY other...Kitty would have just let it go, or playfully admonished Heather for being so shameless. Unfortunately this was neither of those. Heather had the odd luck of being with a Kitty that had spent a good amount of time with Colossus...time which had left her a squirming puddle of want. Was the bright-colored haired woman able to pic up on that? Kitty didn't know...but somehow, she was feeding into it just perfectly.<br><br>Immediately Kitty's cheeks were a bright red, and she cleared her threat, glancing around in hopes that nobody had heard. Not that there was much chance of that...the duo was far enough away from the mansion to be pretty much alone. Still, Kitty was going to try to be cool...though her heart had begun racing anew. "School slut my ass, Heather. You're a friend, and you know I love ya..." <br><br>It was, of course, the gods honest truth. Kitty thought of Heather as a close friend, and loved their time together...sexual hijinx or not. All the same, Kitty lifted her bottle to her lips, and began chugging the carbonated liquid rather quickly, before tossing the now empty bottle in the bag she brought. It wouldn't do to litter...and she was sure that one of the teachers would be pissed if it was found out students were drinking in the woods together. "Besides..." she began as an after-thought. "...when have I ever given a shit what others think of me? Friends are more important than gossipy bitches."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>20-02-2017, 17:57:09</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e6/b9/66/e6b966a6fb49c19181d2cb6d597c1b78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pride | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion, watching outside<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, 08:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Piotr<br><strong>Content:</strong> Needing a walk after the nights craziness<br><hr><br>Kitty was in absolute turmoil. His voice...when he hit that soft baritone...was absolutely knee-weakening, whether he spoke Russian or not. However, his translation had that blush growing all the more. As fingers brushed along her cheek she would just shift, lightly...barely...nuzzling into the caress. Tongue flickered out, moistening those soft lips as she turned her head to look up at him.<br><br>He was so close...mere inches away. She was acutely aware that she could smell the vodka on his breath, along with the rest of his scent. So manly. Respirations increased, and as she looked up at him, her mind remained in turmoil. She wanted to kiss him...but she remained frozen. Wouldn't a kiss be the absolute worst thing for the two of them? And yet....it would be so easy for one of them to close the scant distance.<br><br>Instead, she spoke...her voice a cracked whisper. "I....I bet you say that..." again, she felt the need to lick her lips, something she hoped didn't come off as too weird. "...t...to all the girls..." It was an attempt at humor, but somehow, Kitty wasn't able to make it work. Of course, her mind was barely functioning at the moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>20-02-2017, 19:34:10</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> Pool area<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3rd, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dazzler<br><strong>Content:</strong> Hanging out with Alison<br><hr><br>Tess didn't really know what Dazzler meant as for as why she obviously didn't like guys, but she felt like she would figure it out eventually. She didn't ask about it, not wanting to look stupid. Maybe this day would be one that she would end up repeating. Was it something she had said earlier?<br><br>After pulling herself out of the pool, she walked over to the lawn chair she had draped her towel on and wrapped it around her body as she sat down and watched her new friend swim. She couldn't help but smile, thinking she looked so beautiful, surrounded a fog-filled rainbow of colors.<strong> "My powers?"</strong> she repeated softly, having been a bit lost in thought as she stared. <strong>"They're really not that great. I can stop time, but I can only hold it for a few minutes. And depending on how much I do while everything is frozen, I get vertigo from it. It's a cool party trick, I guess, but overall I can't do much without suffering. And I can rewind up to about a minute. So, for instance, when I kissed you, I was worried about how you would react. So, I was ready to rewind to before I kissed you so you wouldn't feel uncomfortable around me. So we could still be friends,"</strong> she admitted as she rubbed the back of her neck, feeling a bit uncomfortable with telling Alison the truth about it. <strong>"I know that probably sounds wrong, but I really like you and even if we're only friends, I like hanging out with you."</strong> She chewed the inside of her cheek a bit, blushing in her embarrassment. She could easily rewind right now and take it back, but she wanted to be honest with her.<br><br><strong>"As far as controlling my powers, it gets to a point where the vertigo gets so bad that I lose focus and can't control it anymore. And there's a lot I still don't understand. Like, I can rewind up to a minute, but sometimes I have entire days that repeat themselves. Like something happens while I'm sleeping and no longer in control and all of a sudden I wake up and it's the same exact time and place that I woke up the previous day. And everything is exactly the same. I have the same conversations, watch the same news coverage, everything. And I can't control anything that I do. It's like I'm stuck on autopilot, y'know?"</strong> She wasn't sure if she was explaining it correctly, but she didn't know how else to explain it any better. <strong>"I just feel like I'm stuck watching from behind my own eyes and I'm stuck, sometimes for over a week. It gets... painful,"</strong> she added, lightly touching her branded cheek with her fingertips as she couldn't help but think about that day as it played over and over, keeping her trapped for a week and a half. Her eyes had zoned out, seeming to be staring into oblivion as she began to get lost in her own memories.<br><br><strong>"It's pretty awful sometimes,"</strong> she mentioned softly as she managed to pull herself out of her own mind before she got too far. <strong>"I'm sorry that my powers aren't cool or whatever. I'm not even sure if I'll be able to do much as far as missions go. Might just have to stay and watch you on the news when you go. Probably wear a big foam finger and cheer you on,"</strong> she added, forcing her mind to brighter places. <strong>"I can be your number one fan inside the mansion. I'm sure I can't compete with all those super crazy dick pic fans outside of here,"</strong> she teased with a genuine smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>20-02-2017, 22:13:47</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://cloudinary-a.akamaihd.net/holdmyticket/image/upload/w_700,h_700,c_fit,c_limit,q_68,dn_72,f_auto/v6/uploads/attractions/1e2453c1814520ce133a4af4f49304e4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Robert 'Bobby' Coles<br><strong>Location:</strong> The trees<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tessa / Hourglass<br><strong>Content:</strong> Talking<br><hr><br>Bobby listened to her thoughts with a great deal of care. She was choosing her words carefully and if they were important to her then he owed her attention. Although he immediately disagreed with her statement that he was a good person he at least felt like he was attempting to become one, and didn't fight the statement. Maybe with most others he would, but he didn't feel confrontational with Tess.<br><br><strong>"I can't imagine being stuck on repeat like that. It's different for me. I see stuff real slow but I can almost do anything. It's so easy to change things before people even notice."<br></strong><br>He listened to her continuing and talking about her step father. He felt a brief millisecond of anger. The idea that a man could mistreat a girl this innocent bit into him. It was rare that he would be pushed into anger at all, but that was one of the easiest ways. He could relate to having a nightmarish family member, at least.<br><br><strong>"My dad was the devil. As sure as I'm alive I've got the devil in me. I was a devil boy, he made sure I knew that."</strong><br><br>Bobby fell quiet after saying that. He wasn't sure how to continue it, and expected Tess would likely fight the statement. Most people didn't like his talk of demons. At the very least her continued assurance of her belief in him was helping. She seemed to want to encourage him to better himself, which was a welcome to change from distrust or hate. Maybe she was right, too. Maybe with enough time other people would learn to accept and trust him. But he wouldn't have called it needing more time, himself. He was a far cry away from deserving of trust, and so their hatred or fear for him was entirely understandable. He didn't welcome it, but he didn't fight it either.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>20-02-2017, 22:59:51</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mo2ahZeOfSc/VrjTjANA_3I/AAAAAAAAyOw/YaMFW9WDKjM/s1600-r/12688187_1059428557411333_305073398904424773_n.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, 08:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty<br><strong>Content:</strong>Getting closer</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> His breath was becoming short and ragged. Her natural scent, or her perfume, or whatever it was was filtering into his nostrils with how close they were. She smelled so pretty. Her cheeks were scarlet, which meant she was blushing. That meant she was enjoying this right? He couldn't think straight. Too many thoughts and images flashing through his brain to actually focus on something right now.<br><br>&nbsp;He felt her place her face just a bit more against his hand. His fingers faintly slid down her cheek. Every time her tongue wet her lips, he couldn't help but look at them and want to lean forward, just a bit. She made a joke, and he gulped.<br><br>&nbsp;He laughed nervously, unsure of how to respond. Until he did. He just...moved forward, and his lips, pressed against hers. He kissed her, and for better or worse, he was glad he did. How long did the kiss last? He wasn't sure. One hand lovingly caressed her cheek, the other held her hip, and he just did what felt right. When it was finally over, he opened his eyes. "No...you're the only one."<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>22-02-2017, 04:50:05</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e6/b9/66/e6b966a6fb49c19181d2cb6d597c1b78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pride | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion, watching outside<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, 08:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Piotr<br><strong>Content:</strong> Needing a walk after the nights craziness<br><hr><br>He was coming closer. Kitty could hardly breathe as she felt him closing the distance between them. Her heart pounded. Was this it? Her eyes began to close, and then...Piotr kissed her.<br><br>A small sound was made in the back of her throats as his lips closed upon hers. Gently, almost fearfully, she returned the kiss, her hand moving to come and rest against his chest. Time seemed to freeze as the kiss lingered for what seemed like ages, but was...in reality...just a few moments. As he broke the kiss, Kitty remained frozen in place. Lips remained puckered, frozen for a second before her eyes slowly opened, looking into his.<br><br>His words had her shivering softly. Swallowing hard, her voice came out shaking. Kitty had never been this excited before, or as scared. "I...." Kitty wasn't sure what to think. Her mind had shut down, left with just the memory of his lips on hers. "J...just me? Really?" She couldn't help it...her heart sang at the idea that he saved those words just for her. And it made her want him...all the more. "What....what happens from here?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>24-02-2017, 08:49:15</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Jqokx3p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Heather Donald | "Highlights"<br><strong>Location:</strong> Forest on outskirts of property<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 6. - 11:30 pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde<br><strong>Content:</strong> Oh shit! heather (sort of) goes in for a kiss! 'Does her breath seriously smell like flowers?' - 'yeah. And Apple cider'<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;These clothes (http://i.imgur.com/DF5IDNB.png) &amp; These Boots (http://i.imgur.com/qFLC5ev.jpg)<br><hr>Heather had gotten the exact reaction out of her kitty that she had hoped for. Her playful smatterings of affection were doing something to the brunette walking down the trail with her. Heather’s hand moved away, but not for long, it landed on the small of Kitty’s back. Heather’s hand felt comfortable there, so she let it linger there, pressing softly against those little dimples just above Kitty’s pert little buttocks.<br><br>And she was so caring, Heather wasn’t even trying to degrade herself, she was trying to poke fun at her own shortcomings like she always did. <strong>“Thank you!”</strong>&nbsp; Heather reacted with a laugh when Kitty said the bit about gossipy bitches. <strong>“They damage themselves when they call me names like that, 'speshly-'cuz' if, ya know... I sort of take pride in it."</strong>&nbsp; She giggled to herself, thinking of a bad joke. <strong>"I’m flying free up here..."</strong> Her tone suggest that there was a punch-line coming. Heather sometimes made dad jokes with meta knowledge that they weren't funny, <strong>"...like a kite, or a bird.”</strong>&nbsp; Heather wasn’t that stupid, but she was pretending like her analogy was incredibly deep. Her eyebrows lifted as she nodded and gave her best version of a satirical serious face. Her smile fought through her meager character, and spread over her whole face. <strong>“You have a point.”</strong>&nbsp; she gestured with her cider hand, pointing in front of them as if the point were that way. A flourish in her step and she turned back to continue. <strong>“I’m like the artist formally known as slut.”</strong>&nbsp; She giggled and wiggled the arm in front of her. The liquid sloshed in Heather’s cider-bottle as her bracelets shuffled together. <br><br>The rainbow girl’s mind was rarely a busy place, but suddenly, she felt conflicted. Those bracelets were starting to feel heavy. She thought about how long she’d been stacking the current collection, looking down at the arm introspectively. She tried to remember what number she was at in her head as she looked down. She was distracted by her own arm for a good eight seconds or so.<em>‘32?’</em> She’d lost count. <em>‘33? I’ll count them later.’</em> A feeling of comfort washed over her. ‘Rogue…’ Her mind was whirring. She imagined everything, the silk, the peanut butter and jelly, the month that had been just the two of them together, basically abstinent. <br><br>Heather blinked and she looked up to Kitty, her bottom lip was tight between four of her teeth. <em>‘They’re getting so heavy.’</em> Responsibility wasn’t a feeling that Heather enjoyed. She outright denied her own responsibilities sometimes. This felt like a good time to do that. <em>‘I can take them all off, maybe…’</em> Heather had never been intimate enough with Kitty to give her a bracelet, it had always been playful. But this night had an heir to it.<br><br><em>‘What am I doing…?’</em>&nbsp; She didn’t know what was right and what was wrong. Her cork was about to blast off the end of the bottle, the pressure had been building, and the perceived weight was making her crazy.<br><br>Heather needed to test the waters for real. She didn’t know if Kitty wanted anything like she wanted, and there was no reason to torture herself if she knew that the brunette was only interested in a platonic thing. Her action was swift, if not subtle and childish.<br><br>Her feet started to stop, tiny steps making the transition easy. Heather put a couple fingers down the back-left pocket of Kitty’s jeans and stopped walking competely. She tugged on the other girl to get her to stop as well. She clearly wanted to stop walking for a moment to get a good kiss under the half cloud-covered stars. Heather’s intention was obvious, the way their bodies pressed together immediately was a good indicator. Heather felt her chest press firmly against Kitty’s, and the sensation, even through their clothing was intoxicating. Neither girl was blessed with sizable chests, but Heather found the sensation in an embrace. With one arm around her, and the cider-hand rising, Heather started to bask in the heat of the other girls body. She was very rarely taller than someone she was trying to kiss. She even lifted onto her toes for a moment out of instinct before realizing that it actually made Kitty’s face further away. She smiled, lowered herself down and managed a whimper instead of words. <br><br>It had been a bold move, their lips were only inches apart, hip to hip, and closer. <br><br>Heather let a few moments pass, her breath was calm and refreshingly crisp in scent. The cider was bright in the mixture, but it also smelled a bit like spring flowers behind the sour flavor of apple. Heather’s chest tightened and she groaned against her will, a high pitch sound closer to a squeak than anything else. She inched her head downward to make up for the three inch difference between them. Her hands landed on both of Kitty’s hips, holding her gently there, close but not thirsty by motion. With her cider in her hand as well, still, it felt perfect.<br><br><strong>"So."</strong> There was thick anticipation in her voice. She thought about all of the times she'd kissed these lips for fun and games. Heather was excited to taste them with real passion involved. <strong>“For real this time?”</strong> She was whispering with that thirsty tone of mixed lust and squeakiness. Her voice was thick and sultry, high pitched and thirsty. The truth was that Heather was good at feeling out other people's emotions, it was no power. But, she was especially good at sensing sexual desire. Heather didn't realize that Piotr had warmed this kitty up, she figured that all of these signals were intended just for her. If Kitty wanted a real kiss without an audience, it would be a very clear sign. It wouldn’t prove that Kitty was ready to get naked in the woods like a heathen fairie that night, but it would certainly mean something. Heather was capable of touching someone without giving them her signature wake up call, and she decided that if Kitty leaned in for the kiss, she would keep her power to herself. There was no need to wake someone up in the middle of the night without asking, even if it felt good, and refreshing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>24-02-2017, 14:23:03</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/b3795dc883141e14a32d51eaea8a21c3/tumblr_msnglapUzZ1ri7sbzo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alison Blaire Stevenson | Dazzler<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pool area<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 3rd, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hourglass<br><strong>Content:</strong> Swimming around the pool, being silly with Tess.<br><hr><br>Alison smiled and got out of the water, moving up to Tess, wrapping her arms around her without saying anything. She stroked the other woman's cheek and smiled, kissing the M brand "Your powers are just fine, they must be awful, but I don't judge people by their powers. I judge them by their heart, and your heart is perfect as is" Alison giggled a bit as she stretched "Thank you for all this, I really needed to just let go, I've had a lot of things on my mind as of late, I needed this, just coming out here, swimming, talking... making out.. I feel so, so much better" She said with a mirthful smile, looking into Tess' eyes "Also... I know this might seem REALLY stupid... but have you tried taking like... vertigo pills? To counter act the side effects of your powers? If you have then disregard what I just said" Alison looked over at the Mansion with a smile "It's a nice home we have isn't it? I mean... it's fucking terrible we're trapped here, but it could be much, much worse, we could be in prison, like real prison. We have each other here, we have the teachers, the Professor..."&nbsp; Alison looked down at her hands "We're X-men... Mutants... together, that's what counts. We should be proud of what we are, regardless of how our powers might show, of how they might have harmed us... this is who we are" <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>25-02-2017, 03:23:57</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> Under the trees<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bobby<br><strong>Content:</strong> Enjoying the rain and providing company.<br><hr><br>Tess pulled the blanket tighter around her as she shivered slightly from a breeze that blew through. The blanket was beginning to become wet as well, soaking up the water that her clothes were dripping. She didn't seem to mention anything about it, though, as if she was ignoring the temperature. She was more interested in what Bobby had to say than anything else around them. <strong>"I think that everyone has a little devil inside of them. I used to have moments where I honestly thought about doing terrible things to my stepfather. I didn't, though. And I don't think I ever would..."</strong> Her voice trailed off and her eyes became out of focus before she continued. <strong>"...Unless he did something to my mother. I don't think I'd be able to control myself at that point. I mean, everything I endured was for her. And if it was all for nothing, I would probably lose it,"</strong> she admitted, surprising herself a bit. It was the first time she had really thought about it. She could've easily hurt him, or even killed him, but her mother deserved to be happy and so Tess put up with everything he did, even if her mother's happiness wasn't true happiness.<br><br><strong>"If my stepfather came and apologized and told me he had changed his ways and started treating my mother right... I would forgive him. I would accept him. Because you shouldn't turn someone away who wants to be a better person. And even with the scars he left on me and the painful memories that I can still feel sometimes... It wouldn't matter anymore because he'd be a new person. I wouldn't make him answer as to why he did the things he did. He would have already seen that it was wrong and that he needed to change. There's no reason to make it any more difficult on him. And I think the same goes for you. Yes, I know the things you've done in the past, but you're not the same person. You may have the same components and look the same, but the devil inside of you is no longer in control. You should be proud of how far you've come and how strong you are."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>25-02-2017, 03:42:48</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> Pool area<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3rd, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dazzler<br><strong>Content:</strong> Hanging out with Alison<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> swimsuit (https://cdnb.lystit.com/photos/5e90-2016/01/09/amoressa-black-back-on-track-sheer-envy-striped-halter-one-piece-swimsuit-product-0-295772095-normal.jpeg) and a towel<br><hr><br>Tess closed her eyes as her scar scar was kissed and gently squeezed Alison's thigh. It felt nice not having to hide herself from someone for the first time in years. A gentle tug on the corners of her lips formed a smile as she opened her eyes and watched Alison stretch before watching her lips as she spoke. She couldn't help but blush about the making out part, thinking about it. Alison made her feel amazing. She was comfortable not hiding from her, comfortable getting close to her, comfortable just hanging out and being silly and embarrassing herself.<br><br><strong>"I tried taking meds. It... Didn't go well. I get a bad rash like... everywhere. And it didn't really help my nausea at all. I think it may have actually made it worse, but it might all be in my mind. I think I might just be allergic or something. I never went to a doctor about it, though. Figured if I went to a doctor, they might figure out that I wasn't human and I was really trying to avoid that secret from getting out farther than my mom and stepfather." She bit the inside of her cheek and pulled her towel tighter around her. "It's alright, though. I try not to use my powers often and most of the time it's not too bad. Plus, I figure I'll be able to find some help with it here... At some point."</strong><br><br>She followed Alison's eyes and looked over to the mansion as well. It was huge. She had never in her life thought she would move out of the tiny little apartment she had once called home. <strong>"Yeah. It's a blessing and a curse, huh? I always wanted to have friends and go hang out at the mall and go shopping and whatever friends do. But I think even still, I prefer it here. I'd rather be with people like you and everyone else here than hide in the real world."</strong> She smiled and playfully bumped Alison's shoulder with her own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>26-02-2017, 03:28:29</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://cloudinary-a.akamaihd.net/holdmyticket/image/upload/w_700,h_700,c_fit,c_limit,q_68,dn_72,f_auto/v6/uploads/attractions/1e2453c1814520ce133a4af4f49304e4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Robert 'Bobby' Coles<br><strong>Location:</strong> The trees<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tessa / Hourglass<br><strong>Content:</strong> Talking<br><hr><br>Bobby quietly listened to her talk and nodded along. He didn't like to interrupt and so he just let her speak quietly with a smile. So much time alone let him learn to be a genuinely interested listener, and he quickly found himself caring a great deal about Tess. He felt bad about her past and part of him wished she had done something. The part of him she spoke of, the part he kept under lock and key. That part was not allowed out under any circumstances, but sometimes it was hard to silence. Snapdragon was very much a violent, and vengeful, force. He would've burnt everything, if given a split second of a chance. Everyone who had brought suffering to the undeserving Tess.<br><br><strong>"I can understand that. I can't judge you for saying you would have been unable to control yourself. When I lost my father I couldn't hold back. It took years before I saw what I had done, and who I became. It's still important to remember who I was. What I have done and what I am capable of. Burying it would be denial, and I need to control myself. But thank you for your kind words. Perhaps we should head back indoors now?" </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>26-02-2017, 17:00:05</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> Just past the gate<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5th of September, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean Grey<br><strong>Content:</strong> Walking up to Mansion<br><hr><br>Kurt had been in America for several weeks now getting grilled by American intelligence, but he was a trained officer, there was nothing they could do that would ever break him, nor make him change he demeanour. The American government had reluctantly accepted the fact that, due to their participation in Interpol, Kurt had to be allowed more freedom than the other foreign nationals at the Mansion. Kurt had watched with hidden glee as the NSA liaison he had talked to was informed of this by his superior. During their last meeting, the liaison had been particularly hostile, so in response, Kurt had shifted into his Demon form, and stood up at his full height for the duration of the other man's rant. The rant had abruptly ended when Kurt had gotten word of the Salvation incident. Kurt had refused any more meetings and had instead gone to the Interpol offices in the UN headquarters, where his luggage had been brought to, had collected his luggage and checked into a hotel for the night. He had spent the morning exercising, followed by a stop by the apartment of one of his colleagues from the Interpol, before leaving for the mansion. The trip had taken some time, during which he had looked through the dossiers given to him again, particularly focussing on the teachers this time. <br><br>Kurt strode up the long winding road from the gate up to the mansion. He was walking rather slowly, taking his time, enjoying the sun and the beautiful surroundings. He saw a few of the students, most of them looking curiously at him as he casually approached the mansion. Slowly his form shifted under his clothes as he walked up the driveway, and the slightly oversized clothing he'd been wearing before, fit the tall blue mutant perfectly in his demon form. He had had to stop and take off his shoes, but had otherwise just continued up the path without incident. That was, till he saw the redhead beauty that was Jean Grey. He tried to recall everything he had read on her, and with a dramatic flair, he shifted his bags onto his tail and leaned forward, bowing deeply, saying in a voice very different from his human one, yet still with the distinct German accent "It is a pleasure to meet you at last Miss Grey, my name is Kurt, I come on behalf of Interpol, to act as Liaison with the X-Men. Before you attempt to use your powers on me, though I suspect you might have tried, I have extensive counter telepathic training, not to mention, my mind isn't entirely human" He said with a soft smile "Rest assured however, I mean neither you nor any of your students or fellow teachers any harm, quite to the contrary, I have been permitted to share my knowledge of mutant training regimes, both mental and physical with everyone here, on top of of course sharing intelligence with the staff, and doing my share in any operations you might conduct. Lastly, I should mention, my last name is Darkhölme, Mystique is my mother, though the time I have spent with her lies in the past, and she and I are not... how do you say it... on good terms at the moment"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>26-02-2017, 21:33:26</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mo2ahZeOfSc/VrjTjANA_3I/AAAAAAAAyOw/YaMFW9WDKjM/s1600-r/12688187_1059428557411333_305073398904424773_n.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, 08:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty<br><strong>Content:</strong>Getting closer</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> He'd file away how cute that noise Kitty made was later. Later when he could think straight and didn't feel like he was going to pass out from dizziness and lightheadedness, which he was a victim of both at the moment. He took a few deep, heavy breaths. He was still shocked at himself for having gone so far. At the same time, though, he felt free, liberated. He was <em>happy</em> that he'd taken that step. And he was even happier that Kitty felt the same way. Or at least, she wasn't averse to him.<br><br>&nbsp;He chuckled softly when her first word stopped as soon as it started. She was unsure of what to say...was that a good thing? She finally realized the weight of what he said. "Da. My life before here was the farm, and since I have been here my focus has been helping mutants and those at this school. <br><br>There has <em>never</em> been another who makes me feel like you do, Katya." He could only shrug when she asked what now. He hadn't thought that far ahead. "I do not know. What I do know...is that I want you in my life. I want to make this work, however we make this work. What do you want, Katya?"<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>27-02-2017, 00:20:17</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> school steps<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 5th, noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nightcrawler<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr><br>Jean had been told there was a very special guest from Interpool coming to the mansion. She was not given much details besides that, but she trusted Professor Xavier's judgment on who he allowed on the premises. The secrecy was actually quite exciting as she waited for the arrival of their guest by the front steps to the school. From a distance, she saw the blue hue on the man's face. That wasn't too surprising since she'd been on a team with another blue and fuzzy X-Man--Beast. It also made sense that he was a mutant. <br><br>Kurt introduced himself in a very flashy yet gentlemanly way. It brought a humored smile onto her lips. <strong>"Welcome to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, Mr. Darkholme."</strong> Jean welcomed him warmly, although it was quite a shock to learn that he was related to one of the X-Men's enemies, Mystique. However, it would be rude to make any assumptions at this time. <br><br><strong>"Do not worry, I will not use my powers to invade your privacy if I can help it. The first rule of our school is to always use our powers responsibly. Please, make yourself at home here at the mansion." </strong>Jean said as she opened the door for him telekinetically. <strong>"I'll show you to your room so you can get settled."</strong> She entered the mansion and began walking up the stairs towards the bedrooms. <strong>"If you have any questions, feel free to ask me. I must say I'm surprised to have someone from Interpool staying with us."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>27-02-2017, 17:08:58</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> Under the trees<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 5th, Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bobby<br><strong>Content:</strong> Enjoying the rain and providing company.<br><hr><br>Tess smiled as she held the blanket tightly around her occasionally-shivering body. <strong>"Yeah, it's probably time for me to head inside because I catch a cold. If you wanna stay out here and enjoy the rain some more, I won't force you to come back inside. I just wanted to make sure you're alright, but you seem to be doing fine to me,"</strong> she replied, not wanting Bobby to feel like he needed to head in just because she was cold. The cold rain probably felt refreshing to him and she didn't want him to feel like he had to act any sort of way just because someone might find it abnormal for someone to lay in the mud with rain falling down on them. If there was anything she had learned from this school so far, it was that people did all types of things that would seem strange to humans. Laying in the rain was hardly a contender.<br><br><strong>"I'm probably gonna go take a hot shower and head to bed. It's getting late. Thank you for the friendly conversation. I'm sure I'll see you around,"</strong> she said through chattering teeth before pulling the blanket up over her head like a hood and running out from under the protection of the trees. She ran through the wet grass, her already dirty sneakers becoming speckled with mud. She figured if he wanted to keep up, he would have no problem doing so.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>27-02-2017, 22:35:56</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> Just past the gate<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5th of September, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean Grey<br><strong>Content:</strong> Walking up to Mansion<br><hr><br>Kurt nodded softly at her explanation of the school rule "I could see how that would be a good rule to have. It wasn't one of the rules in the cultivation program during my youth" He said with a soft smile "dates become really one sided when your date can read your thoughts and replies to them when they're made" he said with a grin. He looked down at his feet as he felt her eyes upon him, and then his form changed back to his human shape "<strong>Sorry, I'm not... people and me in that shape.... don't mix well, it's... silly, I know, but I just... I prefer this... much prefer this</strong>"&nbsp; As they walked through the mansion, Kurt looked around "<strong>Reminds me of my youth, I was in a place very much like this... but more free you know... we were allowed to go home in the weekends, though I rarely did as the travel time was too long</strong>" he said honestly "<strong>I went home during the breaks and for national holidays and birthdays, except my own</strong>" there was a smile on his lips "<strong>my mother came to the school once, she and my grandmother had baked enough cake for all the students there...</strong>"&nbsp; There was a display of sheer mirth on his face at the memory&nbsp; "<strong>I was a very popular guy for a few weeks after that, of course, then my secondary mutation kicked in and I could turn into this, so I became a LOT more popular with the ladies</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>02-03-2017, 05:33:12</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e6/b9/66/e6b966a6fb49c19181d2cb6d597c1b78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pride | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion, watching outside<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, 08:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Piotr<br><strong>Content:</strong> Needing a walk after the nights craziness<br><hr><br>What did she want? Hell, even Kitty wasn't sure. She knew she wanted him. The feel of him surrounding her was making it hard to breathe, and her heart was hammering in her chest. Besides that, just him kissing her had made her want to rip both their clothes off and just make love in the middle of the woods. But that was crazy. She needed to be careful.<br><br>Why did she have to be careful? Simply...he was staff, she was a student. The relationship was absolutely inappropriate. She wanted him, felt things for him...but was it really possible?<br><br>"I...I want you, Piotr. I mean..." she blushed fiercely. "I want to be with you. But...is that possible? Should we even be...doing this?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>02-03-2017, 06:05:41</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e6/b9/66/e6b966a6fb49c19181d2cb6d597c1b78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pride | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the beaten path<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 6th, 11:30<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Heather<br><strong>Content:</strong> Enjoying a friend, wearing this (http://image.dhgate.com/albu_438218775_00/1.0x0.jpg) minus the bag<br><hr><br>Kitty was all a muddle of emotions. She loved Heather, and if she were completely open with herself, she would admit that the rainbow-haired woman made her feel things she had previously thought weren't possible in her. Not that Kitty was against it, she had jut figured that she was straight. However, the playful banter was making her think maybe not. After all, she wasn't telling Heather to stop. She knew that her friend would if she really wanted.<br><br>The moving of the hand from her backside to her back allowed her to calm down just a bit...though it didn't seem to last. She arched a brow as she felt the other woman slow down, her own momentum slowing as well. Eyes blinked as she felt that hand slip down, entering into the pocket of her jeans. The move had her turning to face Heather, her cheeks flushing. She swallowed as she felt arms come around her, her own remaining stiffly at her sides. <br><br>Heather was close...very close. Their bodies felt flush together, and the feeling of Heathers form pressing gently into her own made her acutely aware of how feminine her friend was. Swallowing hard, she would slowly...awkwardly...place her hands upon Heathers hips. Her own lips were slightly parted, and she could almost taste Heathers lips with how close the two were. Kitty was also aware of how the other woman's fingers gently curved along her bottom, causing the firm cheeks to flex gently. She was transfixed...maybe a little buzzed from the cider. <br><br>The offer was there. Dare she take it? She hoped it wouldn't make her relationship with the multi-colored, spiritedly femme awkward. Somehow, she doubted it. And it was just a kiss, right? What harm could there be in a kiss? Slowly, Kitty gave the gentlest of nods, lush lower lip being captured a moment as she sealed her fate. Whatever happened...happened. <br><br>"Fo...for real, this time...." her voice was shaking. This wasn't going to be a drunken peck on the lips, or an awkward moleststion from an over-friendly comrade. This was going to be real. A real kiss. With another woman. Her nervousness was plain upon her face as her gaze dropped, allowing her to look at those lips of Heathers. She was actually a mix of emotions...ranging from excited, aroused, nervous, to plain scared silly. Something here was about to happen, and Kitty knew...deep down...it was going to forever change her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>04-03-2017, 01:05:15</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> school steps<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 5th, noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nightcrawler<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr><br>Jean let out a silent gasp as the man called Kurt transformed into what looked like a normal human. Was that his power? Like Mystique, to be a shape changer? Again, she did not want to go in with the invasive questions right off the bat. For the moment, she kept walking along the hallway towards what would be Kurt’s personal room. <strong>“It seems like you were quite the charmer. I suspect you haven't lost your touch.”</strong> Jean noted with a friendly smile. <br><br><strong>“I’m quite interested to learn more about this school of yours. It seems like we could surely follow its example a bit more.”</strong> Jean said with a smile. <strong>“Once you’ve had time to adjust, of course.” </strong>She said and opened the door to his room. <strong>“Well, this is it. You have your own bathroom right off this one.” </strong>She entered the room and with her telekinesis she opened the blinds.<strong> “I suppose you already know, my other talent is in telekinetics.” </strong>She smiled and stood by the window, <strong>“From here, you can view the pool area and the gardens beyond. If you need anything else, feel free to let me know or ask any questions you may have.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>04-03-2017, 14:24:12</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.sportshdwallpapers.com/download/actress-eliza-dushku-performing_1920x1080_615-hd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Rogue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Tennis Court <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 3rd, 7:00 pm <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers | Cyclops<br><strong>Content:</strong> Game, Set, Match...Ohhhh, this is bad...<br><hr><br>This was bad. This was a mistake. Rogue knew it was--there was no universe in which this ended well for her at all. There was no possibility, no statistic, no chance of anything other than pain and disappointment coming from this. Flirting? She knew better, and she knew how quickly she could lead someone on. How sincere she could appear...Because in truth, everyone she flirted with she did, on some level, mean it with. The Southern belle craved attention, intimacy, and the feeling of being wanted. Seeing other people so close around the mansion, holding hands or kissing or hugging or just enjoying one another's company in general made her jealous. She wanted that, she <em>needed</em> that.<br><br>She would never have that. All because of her mutant "power." Her curse. She was a walking death machine. Feeling another's touch was something forever lost to her, unless she wanted to feel their pain as she drained their life from them. As she stole what made a person who they were, taking memories, feelings...everything. <br><br>And so here she was, flirting a storm up with someone as innocent and naive as Salem. It was wrong, she was going to hurt the girl that was starting to think there was truly something there. And there was, but, it couldn't happen. It was wrong. It was <em>wrong</em>...<br><br>...It felt so good.<br><br>Rogue laughed as Salem admitted she liked being spanked. That only earned the younger girl a firmer smack the next time they passed. It was surprising, in truth. She would have figured that Salem Summers, or all people, would be as straight-laced and vanilla as it came. But once again she should have known better. Salem was as repressed and frustrated as she was herself, and Rogue knew where he own tastes lay. Being unable to experience anything had left her to explore, to experiment, and see what could all be done to a body for intimacy without touching it. There was a collection of books inside her mattress and a number of pages bookmarked on her laptop that hit on a number of fetishes most people would probably turn their nose up at. Rogue didn't care. It helped her.<br><br>"Maybe Ah'll get a paddle for th' next game..." she taunted the other girl, as they took up their new sides of the court. It was hard to keep her eyes off of the other girl now. The tank top that left it a bit clear there was nothing else under it...The less clothing, the more revealed skin, was more dangerous, but damn if Salem wasn't a sight. The games seemed to fly by, the two girls exchanging points. Rogue was playing not only to win (maybe) but also to extend the game. Drag it out as long as possible...She was afraid of what might happen when one of them won. They passed each other at the net, switching sides for what would be the final set of volleys for the night. There was almost no light to see by, the bare minimum there to play with. And when they passed, she knew Salem would wait for it...And the spank came, a few moments late. It hit the girl's covered bottom with a loud smack, fingers digging in for a brief squeeze, before they parted ways.<br><br>That was too addictive...<br><br>"Mmm...Who said anythin' 'bout bein' allowed to?" Rogue taunted Salem. Yes, they couldn't leave campus. Yes, most of them were tagged and tracked at all time. But there were options. There was that section of the mansion with a bar and other areas students under twenty-one couldn't get into. She knew a girl as straight-laced as Salem would never consider breaking a few rules...But she could tease her about it, that sense of forbidden taboo spicing an already tense and hot situation up ever further. "Now, what do Ah want for dinner..."<br><br>Famous last words, though. The final set would be intense, and hard. Both girls' bodies were complaining from over two hours of constant activity at that point. But finally, the game was over. Salem hit a perfect shot, and Rogue tried to catch it...but it was gone, and all the Southerner got for her efforts was a trip and fall to the ground, after she lunged to try and catch the ball. Tumbling, she let out a loud groan of frustration at the loss, rolling over her back and just staring up at the sky for a minute.<br><br>"Damn!" she cursed, and laid there, catching her breath. Salem won. That meant...drinks? Unless the girl was going to admit this had all been play...Rogue honestly wasn't sure which she would prefer more. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>05-03-2017, 06:06:11</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Jqokx3p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Heather Donald | "Highlights"<br><strong>Location:</strong> Forest on outskirts of property<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 6. - 11:30 pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde<br><strong>Content:</strong> First real kisses! PG-13 for sure, 'Does Heather breath seriously smell like flowers?' - 'yeah. And Apple cider'<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;These clothes (http://i.imgur.com/DF5IDNB.png) &amp; These Boots (http://i.imgur.com/qFLC5ev.jpg)<br><hr>The weather had been real, Heather was sure of it. Her nerves had been real, that lightness in the top of her abdomen as she pulled Kitty inward. A soft moan was slipping from between her lips, incidental in nature and pure. She could feel her hair lifting in the whistle of the wind, she could hear it even. Heather could see the cool autumn night on the trees as they danced for her. But, she couldn’t feel it anymore.<br><br>It was just Kitty, that was all she could feel. The gentle grasp of her friend’s hands on her hips, that staggering breath between them and perfumed smell of that surrounded them, the easing pressure of their small breasts tight together, her welcoming anxiety. Heather was alive in this moment, and basking in the heat. Heather loved this sensation. Everything in her life was about communicating and being close to other people. So she’d learned a lot about them in her short time on the planet. <br><br>This sensation of being numb to the weather but hypersensitive to Kitty was a beautiful gift Heather had refined for herself. It was some kind of meditation that she’d developed over the last few years. She didn’t really sleep at all, and when she did, she would still sleepwalk. So she found a few states of consciousness that were just slightly adjacent to a regular sober mind. The clarity and calm sensation she got during moments of intimacy was her favorite. Really, this was the addiction. This was why she had trouble controlling herself. This clear minded selective numbing adrenaline rush that was sex had become something she was dependent on for happiness.<br><br>Heather didn’t know if she was going to be that intimate with Kitty tonight, out in the woods. But she felt like it might go there as their bodies pressed together. The slightest of nods felt like an earthquake under Heather’s feet. Her eyelids fluttered and a smile crept along her lips. Kitty had made sure Heather knew that she was comfortable. ‘For real this time’ suddenly became one of the most deliciously erotic sentences she’d ever heard.<br><br>Heather knew that she was being the seductress in this situation, and there was a little bit of guilt that came along with that. But, Heather didn’t like thinking like that. <br><br>She didn’t want to play a game, not right away, but she was tempted to try and make her kitty chase her down a bit. Instead, Heather played a masculine roll. She let her hand slide into a safer, more supportive spot on Kitty’s back. <br><br>Heather was tired of having the cider in her hand and it was nearly gone anyway. She made a gentle move and tossed the bottle onto the ground, fairly confident that it wouldn’t break. <em>-Clang!, ca’dak-</em> She was right. The bottle remained a bottle and her hand was free.&nbsp; She giggled. Heather brought a hand up to her hair and brought it around the back of her head. It was shorter than usual, which made it a bit harder to control. She smiled with an ease on her face <strong>“I’m nervous too.”</strong> It was the truth. That lifted sensation in her tummy, the adrenaline. The anxiety felt good. Heather’s high hand moved to the Kitty’s face. With the slightest of pressure she brought the tips of her fingers along Kitty’s cheek to sweep some errant hair away.<br><br>The kiss started rather suddenly. Heather pulled Kitty in, brought her palm against the her cheek with a kitten’s caress and brought their lips together. She was easy at first, a light brushing. She pulled at Kitty’s upper lip gently with her own lips as the kiss smacked to an end. <br><br>Heather kept her powers to herself for now. <br><br>Another kiss came quickly, this time with a moan, and a lean. She eased of of Kitty’s back and brought her hand upward, draping it across Kitty’s shoulder. A tingle traveled down her tummy and tried to ease the butterflies. Heather’s tongue flashed out along Kitty’s bottom lip. The wave broke, Heather leaned back. Two felt right.<br><br><em>‘No three.’</em> She hadn’t gone too far, about four inches. <em>‘...Or two.’</em> She hesitated, a smile formed on her lips again. <strong>“What do you think? Two or three? Maybe four?” </strong>A bubbling laughter came up. She was anxious, comfortable and excited all at once. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>06-03-2017, 00:49:38</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/b3795dc883141e14a32d51eaea8a21c3/tumblr_msnglapUzZ1ri7sbzo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alison Blaire Stevenson | Dazzler<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pool area<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 3rd, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hourglass<br><strong>Content:</strong> Hanging with Tess<br><hr><br>Alison smiled happily, giggling as Alison bumped her shoulder, smiling happily at her new from wrapping her arms around her, leaning in, resting her head on Tess' shoulder "I missed hanging out like this, I'm so happy we got to meet. If you ever need to talk, I'm here, all the time, you will always come first okay?" She asked with a smile, stroking the other woman's hair gently "I wanna help you any way I can, whether that is in getting more comfortable with all of this in public" she said, running a hand up one of Tess' arms,"or it's just talking, or you wanna come listen to some Metal in my room... I'm here, I'm your friend... Just... don't expect me to watch romantic comedies with you, fucking hate those... give me a B horror movie ANY time" She said with a giggle and a smile, looking into her eyes <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>06-03-2017, 10:15:48</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/mfs9DGd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers | “Cyclops”<br><strong>Location:</strong> Tennis Court<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 3rd, 4:50 pm <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Content:</strong> Flirt Tennis, Salem gets a second wind. She starts to get turned on while she's playing. Her mind ignites into problem solving mode as she wins the match. After the game, she helps Rogue up with her tennis racket. Then walks over to the benches to dry off. She starts the discussion of the date.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> Autumn Tennis Clothes (http://i.imgur.com/XrBXtHZ.jpg) -- &nbsp;No more sweater though, this Tank Top is underneath (http://i.imgur.com/g9wXhu3.jpg)<br><hr> <strong>“I don’t think you know how happy a paddle would make me.”</strong> It was an old memory, one that had turned from sour to exciting in her mind as she aged, but being spanked had been part of Salem’s life for a good while, even if it was only fantasy. There were two levels of reality colliding in the redhead’s mind. <em>‘I’m turned on...I like Rogue’ - 'And' - ‘I have a best friend.’ </em>It wasn’t a difficult place for her to find herself. But it made for an odd end to a tennis match.<br><br>The spank that had come when she wasn’t expecting it, the one right before the last game. That had given Salem a serious dip into erotic-land. Salem exhaled a little chuckle, bringing her hand to her mouth to cover the sound like some kind of child. She was so exhausted, she was reverting to ancient learned behavior. It was very odd. The feeling of being spanked was more erotic of a touch than she’d ever really gotten. That was strange too. Her entire body was starting to feel something else along with the exhaustion. Her tummy swelled, and a few butterflies lifted through her abdomen.<br><br><strong>“You’re lucky…” </strong>Her breath was staggering as she prepared for the end of this sexy evening tennis match. <strong>“...lucky that… I’m - not cooking any-...time soon.” - “Let’s do this, sweetheart.” </strong>Salem said it like one of those strong macho assholes talking to a pretty slut at the bar. Salem was playing with the netting of her racket as she watched Rogue prepare for the serve.<br><br>Salem didn’t live in Rogue’s mind. And Rogue didn’t live in Salem’s. But the two of them at this time in their lives had more in common than either of them would likely ever know. The circumstances had their nuances. There were pros and cons attached to each of their particular mutations. And the product was the same, they were frustrated little birds trapped in cages that didn’t let them connect with people. <br><br>The redhead was too naive to really understand what was happening between the two young women on the court. She could feel the reality of the situation as the games ticked on; as the points glided on and off of the court in their silly green fuzzy ball-shape, Salem grew more and more conflicted. She was in the zone though. Her body had passed the point of exhaustion, and she had gotten that adrenaline kick that most people called a second wind. She felt posed, sharp, even stronger. Her mind started to kick into overdrive. As the ball traveled to and fro, the rhythm of their rackets and the squeak of their shoes provided a landscape for Salem’s mind to converse with itself. <br><br>It was the last game. Each thought was timed with a volley, like some kind of internal beat poem of problem solving. <em>‘So, it all started with a spank?’ - ‘No, It had to have started before that.’ - ‘Little smiles, jokes from months ago.’ - ‘years ago?’ - ‘long enough.’ </em>There was a small break in the action. Salem and Rogue’s match was too intense for them to talk. Her mind ran away freely <em>‘If she can’t touch anyone than she knows this isn’t really going to go anywhere.’ - ‘I’m so soft…’ - ‘Is that sweat or something else.’ </em>She was hot from head to toe, and her second wind made everything tingle a little bit. <em>‘It doesn’t matter’ - ‘I need to win.’ - ‘Rogue will understand.’ - ‘I hope I’m not leading her on.’ </em><br><br><strong>“Thirty-Fifteen.”</strong> Salem sent the ball spinning with perfect placement toward Rogue as she was pulling ahead in the game. The rhythm came back with her thoughts. <em>‘No way, I’m just getting spanked and I like it.’ - ‘Of course, I could’ve told her to stop.’ - ‘what does it matter, we’re friends.’ - ‘I can’t even touch her, I can’t ruin this friendship with awkward attempts at intimacy.’ - ‘That’s perfect.’ </em>Another one of Salem’s shots went through. It was the game point, she prepped for the serve hardly skipping a beat. She almost taunted Rogue, but this close to the end, nothing in her head sounded like it was friendly, so she kept it to herself and just announced the game point. The volley thought beat continued. <em>‘I’ll talk to her.’ - ‘She’s my girl.’ - ‘But I need the Practice. I want to date her.’ - ‘This game is mine, and I’m burning up.’ - ‘I’ve never felt like this.’ - ‘So tired. So wet. So revved up.’ - ‘Is this what sex is like?’ - ‘Doubtful.’ </em><br><br>One point went to Rogue. Salem didn’t seem to notice. The last volley had been long. She was setting Rogue up for a killing blow. <em>‘I want her too, though… badly I think.’</em> Salem looked across the court, <strong>“Match Point.”</strong><br><br>Salem’s mind went blank as she systematically ended the match. <br><br><em>‘I should talk to her.’ </em>Salem smiled, her fists balled up and pressed against her hips. She’d dropped her racket the moment she saw Rogue miss the final volley. Her head was leaning back. It had been within two points. <strong>“I can’t believe this.” </strong>Her racket came into her hand.<br>&nbsp;<br>Salem’s heart was racing. It was the best workout she’d had in months. She moved slowly toward Rouge before she ended up on that side of the court. <strong>“Rogue… Well played.” </strong>Salem was above Rogue, offering her bare hand down to Rogue's gloved hand to help the girl back up to her feet. Salem lifted Rogue and started her way toward the benches where the water was. <strong>“Are you alright? You really went for it.”</strong> She turned toward her tennis partner for the response and nodded as she listened to the answer.<br><br><strong>“I thought for sure you had me like… the whole match.” </strong>Salem found a bench, but she didn’t sit down. She brought out a towel and started to wipe her body clear of sweat. It was cold outside, and in a matter of minutes that body heat was going to be gone, and she would be shivering under the autumn winds with soaking wet skin. The towel was perfect. Her racket found a home leaning against the bench as Salem dried off.&nbsp; <strong>“Looks like we have a date and time to set?”</strong> The ruby quartz turned to Rogue, there was a sharp smile on Salem’s lips. She wasn’t sure what else to say, so she tried to keep her lips closed until the right words found their way into her mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>06-03-2017, 15:23:15</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.sportshdwallpapers.com/download/actress-eliza-dushku-performing_1920x1080_615-hd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Rogue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Tennis Court <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 3rd, 7:00 pm <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers | Cyclops<br><strong>Content:</strong> Game, Set, Match...Ohhhh, this is bad...<br><hr><br>Rogue was absolutely still, where she was laying on the ground. If she wasn't as fit as she was there could have been the very real concern that after such an intense and strenuous tennis game she had just suffered a heart attack, and was passing her final moments there on the court. A small part of her almost wished that was true. It was a small nagging voice that had been with her for years. Louder in some moments, quieter in most, it was the voice of nihilism that someone in her position often dealt with. Fed by her isolation and loneliness, feelings that only got worse the more people she was around, it was a constant reminder that her pain was a prison of her own making. There was always going to be one simple, easy way out. No more worrying about accidentally killing someone by brushing up against them, no more jealousy of seeing others take for granted something as simple as a touch, a hug, holding hands...<br><br>But that voice was silenced as Salem walked over. Rogue was on too high of an endorphin rush from the game to entertain it for more than a few heartbeats. Her blood was on fire--from the tennis, from the flirting, from the spanking. Salem wasn't the only one wondering if the heat in her body was all from the game, or something else. It was definitely hard to tell. She felt <em>good</em> though. And that was rare. Usually it was only her nympho of a roommate that made her feel like this, with all her begging and pleasing, touches stolen briefly at night, trying to get her to say 'yes' when she always had to say 'no.' <br><br>In fact, considering how much of a rush it had been spanking Salem, and hearing Heather's begging, Rogue was starting to wonder if...<br><br>That thought was cut off and ended before it could finish, as slender and toned legs stepped into her line of sight. Her eyes traveled up them, to the mini skirt she could almost see up, to Salem's sweat-covered torso and the top sticking to her skin, and finally to her eyes. She offered the redhead a soft smile as she complimented her on the game, and offered her a hand up. Rogue's eyes snapped to that, and she took a few moments. It was just the cool pavement that was delaying her, she told herself. The feel of the cool ground against the exposed skin of her arms, feeling it through the material of her clothes. Finally, though, she took the offered hand, pulling on Salem's arm as leverage to get to her feet.<br><br>"Well...Ah thought...Ah finally had you, shug," she panted out, breathless still, as she walked with Salem to the bench. "Though, Ah s'pose Ah win either way..." There was a tease in her voice, regarding her bet. A win for dinner, a loss for drinks. Either way she won in the end. Right? Rogue didn't have a towel, so she just paced around a bit, hands on her head, the muscles of her arms and shoulders tight, her abdominal muscles hugged by her drenched top, the swell of her breast just as outlined, as she tried to catch her breath and start calming down. Her eyes watched Salem as she dried herself off with the towel, following the soft cloth's movements, jealous of the inanimate object in that moment...Salem asking about their date snapped her out of that, though. Her pacing stopped, just off to the girl's side.<br><br>And Salem would see something very few people ever saw in Rogue, in that moment. Vulnerability.<br><br>"We sure do..." she said softly, trying to manage a teasing smile, but failing. Instead, she suddenly seemed nervous. Scared, even. Teeth caught her bottom lip briefly, and she turned so that she was just watching Salem from the corner of her eyes. But even in that one eye, a vulnerable shimmer was visible, her body too tired, her mind too exhausted to keep her defenses up. "If...If y'want to, that is. Ah...Y'know that Ah..." Karma was a bitch. With all the flirting games she played with others at the school, now she had worked herself up with someone she wanted to test waters with, and knew how bad of an idea it was. She couldn't offer Salem what she was after. Hell, their talk had started off implying that Salem wanted a man to manhandle her. <br><br>There was a shimmer of hope in her eyes though. The moment between the two had been too intense, she couldn't deny that Salem had gotten through her usual barriers. And, would it really be so bad, if...?<br><br>"Now, don't make me spank an answer out o' you..." she teased, voice dripping a bit husky, as she tried to get a hold of herself again. But her eye didn't leave Salem's glasses, truly unsure of what answer she would hear. <em>Give me a chance...Please...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>06-03-2017, 17:26:07</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/31/84/bb/3184bbdd8d9857152b334b835a49d680.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Location:</strong> Forest Outskirts<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sunday, Sept. 3, 2017: Midnight<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Betsy Braddock | Psylocke (CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rahne is spending a night outside, thinking, trying to figure things out. <br><hr><br>It was a cool night. And quiet. There was little other to hear than the wind going through the trees. A cricket every now and then chirped, but that time of year it was starting to get too cold for them to be out and around. Fall was in the air, and winter would come soon enough. It wasn't comparable to what she had been used to in Scotland, but, the chill in the air was enough that she had thrown on a slightly heavier sweater that night. A light jacket would probably have been good for her as well, but, Rahne wasn't thinking overmuch about her own well-being in that moment.<br><br>She was still feeling numb from the day before. A series of awful events had chipped away at the progress she had made at the school in her previous year there. Getting one of her few friends in trouble, being ridiculed and mocked, forced to wear a collar and muzzle briefly...Despite having told Kitty that she was fine, after the girl had helped her out of those, she wasn't. And knowing Laura had gotten into trouble with Bishop because of her...<br><br>Well, that was why she was wandering out at night.<br><br>Rahne was ashamed in herself for getting her friend involved in her own troubles. Certain that Laura was angry with her, she had been avoiding the other girl. She had left an apology note, of course, and a thank you for what she had tried, but...Well, in her mental state, she was sure that Laura and Netty both were happy to see her out of the room. She wasn't blind to how they looked at each other. And Laura was probably happy she was finally gone, and not cleaning her side of the room all the time. She had planned on maybe curling up in a corner of the lounge or library to rest for the night, but feeling too restless to sleep, she decided to take a walk outside. With the majority of the school sleeping, she doubted she would run into anyone. So with arms wrapped around herself, she rubber her upper arms, setting on a path through the trees that were around campus. It was quiet, it was peaceful...It was just her and her thoughts, as she tried to figure things out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>07-03-2017, 15:35:14</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> Pool area<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3rd, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dazzler<br><strong>Content:</strong> Hanging out with Alison<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> swimsuit (https://cdnb.lystit.com/photos/5e90-2016/01/09/amoressa-black-back-on-track-sheer-envy-striped-halter-one-piece-swimsuit-product-0-295772095-normal.jpeg) and a towel<br><hr><br>Tess flinched slightly as Alison's fingers caressed the scars on her arm. She wasn't used to anyone seeing them, let alone touching them. It was something she'd have to get used to, though. <strong>"Thank you for being my friend. I've wanted something like this for so long and I know I'm awkward and weird, so thank you."</strong> She rested her hand on Alison's thigh, palm up, exposing her scars in a sign of trust. It was a big deal for her to willingly expose her scars to anyone, but she trusted Alison. Who cared if they had just met. There was something about the lights around them that helped her feel more comfortable. Maybe it was the fact that they were linked to her emotions; Tess could tell what Alison was truly feeling at times. It was comforting.<strong> "And we can watch whatever movies you want. I haven't seen enough to know which genres I like or dislike,"</strong> she admitted, knowing it was weird for someone her age to have not seen enough movies to know what her favorite genre was.<br><br><strong>"We should probably head in soon. I'm starting to get hungry. Haven't had lunch yet,"</strong> she mentioned as she felt her stomach growl quietly. <strong>"I'm gonna go shower first, but do you wanna meet me for lunch?"</strong> she asked, hopeful that Alison would still want to spend time with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>07-03-2017, 21:00:54</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/8c/3a/9f/8c3a9f7bb4b4a2e864440b40d267d19e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Psylocke<br><strong>Location:</strong> Forest Outskirts<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sunday, Sept 3 just after midnight<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Content:</strong> Being a ninja.<br><hr><br><br>Alone and wounded made for the perfect prey.&nbsp; Secluded and moving slowly through the thick of shadows and woods made for an even more optimal target.&nbsp; Rahne fulfilled all those requirements as she made her way through the dark of the night.&nbsp; Often times she had been watched during her nightly outings or her morning runs.&nbsp; Set upon by a pair of eyes more skilled in the art of stalking than she and certainly more nuanced in the profession of stealth.&nbsp; Even now, just a breath from her ear a presence hovered at her steps.&nbsp; Psylocke was careful though, careful to keep down wind and careful to keep her mind alert.&nbsp; Rahne might be vulnerable but she hid something that might not be so timid inside her.&nbsp; They all did.&nbsp; <br><br>Against the side of Rahne’s throat came a feather light touch.&nbsp; Like the wind brushing her skin but that sensation would soon end.&nbsp; A slat hand snaked beneath Rahne’s jaw and then beneath her throat until the crook of an elbow was tucked nicely into place.&nbsp; Another hand came up to lock the hold into place.&nbsp; The feel of breasts behind her could be felt and the scent of a woman’s perfume tickled her senses.&nbsp; There was only the press back of shoulders to cut off the carotid arteries before the world began to swim.&nbsp; At her ear there was a darkly seductive voice as if Death herself decided to visit in these final moments.<br><br>“You are dead.” &nbsp;<br><br>A set of teeth nipped at her ear.&nbsp; Firm enamel gave a nip of pain to that intimate placement of flesh.&nbsp; Then one arm released and shoved Rahne forward so that the world could once more come into focus just as she hit the ground.&nbsp; Around her came the soft steps of a long legged figure.&nbsp; Every movement a sway of her hips and projection of her dominance over another.&nbsp; One hand lifted so that her finger could tap on her lips.&nbsp; Around her neck a scarf of white and red was layered atop a burgundy top that seemed to cling to her breasts more than her shoulders.&nbsp; There was the slightest hint of a flat stomach to witness at the bottom’s edge.<br><br>“You certainly spend a lot of time on your hands and knees from what I hear.&nbsp; In fact I hear that you being on hand and knee is why my Saturday nights, as pathetic as they are, are in jeopardy.&nbsp; That doesn’t make me happy at all princesses.”<br><br>The moonlight dared now to light the features of the woman who spoke.&nbsp; Knees bent so that she could crouch down for the other woman to see.&nbsp; Midnight hair of black and purple lifted suddenly in the night air.&nbsp; Gossamer strands of light worked at the edges of a smirk on her full lips.&nbsp; Denim did the best to contain the powerful curves of her legs but served only to outline their fullness and strength. <br><br>“But since I doubt Laura is going to stop running to your defense I figured now would be the time to see if this will be a recurring problem or just a onetime thing.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>07-03-2017, 22:04:53</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mo2ahZeOfSc/VrjTjANA_3I/AAAAAAAAyOw/YaMFW9WDKjM/s1600-r/12688187_1059428557411333_305073398904424773_n.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, 08:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty<br><strong>Content:</strong>Getting closer</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> Every sensible part of his brain was screaming at him that this couldn't be. For multiple reasons. None of them made enough sense for him to stop himself though. He wanted this. <em>Kitty</em> wanted this. They would find a way to be together, because that was what they both wanted. Besides, when he thought about it hard, nothing they were doing was wrong or illegal. <br><br>Simply frowned upon. And the reasons he thought were foolish. He took a deep breath when she started asking questions. Then he took her hand in his and held it against his heart. "You want to be with me. I want to be with you. So it is very possible in my eyes. And we want it, don't we? So I see no reason why we shouldn't have what we want. There is nothing illegal or blasphemous about our relationship, and...as long as I have you, I don't care what others might say."<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>08-03-2017, 01:53:29</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/31/84/bb/3184bbdd8d9857152b334b835a49d680.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Location:</strong> Forest Outskirts<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sunday, Sept. 3, 2017: Midnight<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Betsy Braddock | Psylocke (CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Ah! Ninjas!<br><hr><br>Rahne was absolutely oblivious to the ninja that was stalking her. Unlike Laura, and unlike many other students and staff at the school, Rahne had never embraced her powers. Or, even, the fact she was a mutant. Seeing Professor Xavier at least once a month to ensure that her powers remained carefully managed and blocked so that she could not lose control and hurt someone, and as such, had taken very limited classes in dealing with her powers. She couldn't fight, and if she had her way, she would be viewed as nothing more than a normal girl.<br><br>If she did embrace her powers, she might have had some forewarning she wasn't alone. Psylocke was extremely skilled either way, though--enhanced hearing still might have never heard a thing, and staying downwind would have eliminated the use of enhanced sense of smell. Instead, the only warning Rahne had was the sudden feeling of someone pressing in close behind her and grabbing her.<br><br>The light touch made her shiver, but the arms tightened around her neck before she could even so much as scream. Her hand flew up to the arm, trying to grab it, pull it away. Untransformed, though, she was not a strong girl, and Psylocke had the young redhead at her mercy. The girl's grabs and fighting was admirably, but useless, as she could feel a throbbing start in her head, her vision starting to darken and blur. Fear and adrenaline filled her, but before desperation could settle in, a shove sent her forward to the ground, to her knees skidding along the dirt and stones, as she gasped for air.<br><br>"What...Who...Why!?" she shouted back, coughing for air, scrambling away from the woman. Looking up at the stranger, her face was red with embarrassment and humiliation, indignation, at being treated this way. Already low from the day before, another blow like this stirred the already tense and frustrated wolf shackled in her mind...Though for now her fear still overruled her anger. <br><br>"Laura? You...What...Ah don't know what you're talking about!" she said, and moved back again as this woman knelt in front of her. The moonlight highlighted a beautiful woman, a dangerous beauty, that Rahne was thankfully too on edge and afraid to let her thoughts wander into the sinful areas they had been as of late. "Please, jus'...Leave me alone! Ah didn' do anythin' to you..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>08-03-2017, 02:39:17</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/8c/3a/9f/8c3a9f7bb4b4a2e864440b40d267d19e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Psylocke<br><strong>Location:</strong> Forest Outskirts<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sunday, Sept 3 just after midnight<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Content:</strong> Bringing out the collar<br><hr><br><br>“Cost me my Saturday night.”<br><br>Long legs extended beneath her, driving Psylocke upward to a standing position.&nbsp; Once more the prowling behavior began as she circled the other woman.&nbsp; One hand fished into her pocket to pull out a dog collar, hoisting it upward to the moonlight to touch as well.&nbsp; There was some regarding the item before she cast her almond eyes back on the red headed figure.&nbsp; <br><br>“Did you even fight or did you just let Laura rush into the fray without even a scratch on them?”<br><br>The voice never rose above a whisper.&nbsp; A throaty whisper that carried itself over the wind with a bone chilling force emerged from red stained lips.&nbsp; Part of her mind wonder about the stories surrounding Psylocke.&nbsp; If indeed she had been an assassin even among mutants, if maybe she had killed like people said.&nbsp; Were she interested in dispelling those rumors; the woman was certainly not starting tonight.&nbsp; Instead she flung the collar to strike Rahne full in the face.<br><br>&nbsp; “You think you have to do anything?&nbsp; You are a mutant.&nbsp; Do you think that you can just hide from the world?&nbsp; Time to fight princess or you are going to wear that collar for the rest of the time I am here.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>08-03-2017, 03:11:55</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/31/84/bb/3184bbdd8d9857152b334b835a49d680.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Location:</strong> Forest Outskirts<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sunday, Sept. 3, 2017: Midnight<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Betsy Braddock | Psylocke (CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Ah! Ninjas!<br><hr><br>Rahne just started at the strange woman, not understanding a word she was saying. How had she ruined her Saturday? She didn't know of Psylocke and Laura's weekly drinking time. In truth, she didn't even know who this woman was. Laura had never really introduced her to her teammates on the X-Men, or her other friends. <br><br>"Why is that my fault?" she questioned, voice tense. And when she saw the woman pull out a dog collar, her entire body tensed, and she sprung to her feet and backed away a few more steps. No. <em>No!</em> This was not going to happen again! "Ah...Stay away from me with that...You don' know me, or what happened! So just...leave me alone!"<br><br>The fact this woman was only whispering only unnerved her that much more. She wanted to turn and run, hide in the forest. Her heart was racing in her chest...This was like the night she had first transformed. Scared, in the dark, in the woods, pursued by someone who was mad and intended her pain. But she was too afraid to take her eyes off of this woman. <br><br>"Fightin' helps nothing! If Ah hurt someone, just because..." she trailed off, and shook her head, "Stay away from me...If Ah stay away, no one will bother me, no one will be hurt because of me, so just...Go away! You're like everyone else!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>08-03-2017, 03:16:46</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e6/b9/66/e6b966a6fb49c19181d2cb6d597c1b78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pride | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the beaten path<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 6th, 11:30<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Heather<br><strong>Content:</strong> Enjoying a friend, wearing this (http://image.dhgate.com/albu_438218775_00/1.0x0.jpg) minus the bag<br><hr><br>Kitty felt as if her heart was pounding in her throat. Leather was close, their bodies flush. She felt flush, trapped an daughter protected all at the same time. It was disorienting, feeling two completely different emotions at once. And through it all, an undeniable undercurrent of sexual desire that shocked Kitty, making her want Heather all the more.<br><br>She knew that this was a for-real thing. Fingers lightly curled into Heathers waist, holding the woman closer. Kitty wanted this, and at the same time...she was scared out of her mind. Tongue flickered over her lips again as she watched that lovely face grow closer. Feeling that hand along her face, her head tilted just a bit. For a moment, Kitty thought she had swooned. Eyes fluttered as she felt those soft lips finally claim hers, a soft sound leaving her thrust, only to be swallowed by Heathers mouth.<br><br>Time seemed to stop. Kitty remained stiff for a moment, before she melted into the embrace. It was so different than kissing a man. Everything about Heather was soft. Hips pressed more into Heathers as she finally parted from the kiss, those dark eyes slow to finally open and look upon Heathers beautiful visage. <br><br>And as soon as it was broken, that second kiss came in. She shivered at the embrace, but seemed more responsive than before. A light sigh came from her...a sound that was quite like a moan, but wasn't at the same time. However, as Kitty felt that tongue flicker against her lips, she did moan, those lips parting. Her own tongue almost shyly moved to reciprocate, flickering ever so slightly against Heathers moist tongue, tasting the woman further. <br><br>When it finally ended, Kitty seemed to be panting. Her head was swimming, and she suddenly couldn't stop a little giggle from leaving her lips. Looking to Heather, she smiled demurely. "Sorry..." her words were soft, as if she wanted to keep the magic that had been created by their kiss. "I just...Katy Perry was just in my head. You know...'I kissed a girl, and I liked it'..." <br><br>Looking up again, she blushed at Heathers question. "Two....three...four....I uhh...you are a really good kisser..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>08-03-2017, 03:32:53</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e6/b9/66/e6b966a6fb49c19181d2cb6d597c1b78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pride | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion, watching outside<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, 08:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Piotr<br><strong>Content:</strong> Needing a walk after the nights craziness<br><hr><br>Piotr' swords rang in her head. When her hand was taken, and came to rest upon his chest, fingers lightly played over his musculature. He seemed genuine...but then Kitty had never known him NOT to be. Nibbling on her lower lip, she would look up at him again, smiling slightly.<br><br>"I don't want you to risk your position here with the Professor though. Not on account of me..." She cared deeply for Piotr...but she didn't want him to risk his future on account of her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>08-03-2017, 03:37:25</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/8c/3a/9f/8c3a9f7bb4b4a2e864440b40d267d19e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Psylocke<br><strong>Location:</strong> Forest Outskirts<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sunday, Sept 3 just after midnight<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Content:</strong> Bringing out the beast<br><hr><br>“Then don’t fight.&nbsp; Just put the collar on and be my little puppy.&nbsp; Your name will be princess and you can eat from a bowl in the lunch room.”<br><br>A soft boot of tailored leather scooped down to kick the collar up into the air.&nbsp; Just as easily the item was snatched from the air by her long fingers.&nbsp; That cheap strip of material wiggled as she gave a sadistic smile and then flung the collar at her again to land on Rahne’s chest.&nbsp; Already she was making her way to close the distance between them.&nbsp; Her shoulders squared back for a fight and eyes narrows to a predatory glower.<br><br>“Don’t fight, just put it on.&nbsp; You don’t want to hurt anybody, you want to be a good girl.&nbsp; Then wear the collar.&nbsp; Be my little puppy dog.”<br><br>The kick came but nobody would fault Rahne for disbelieving her senses that Psylocke had struck her at all.&nbsp; There was almost no movement from the woman but pain exploded from the outside of her right leg.&nbsp; Pain drew from sideways impact of the joint.&nbsp; Ligaments and tendons stretched in an unusual motion, the bone threatening to open up from its position at the brutal force.&nbsp; Yet the true target was the bundle of nerves just behind the knee that traveled down to the lower leg.&nbsp; Pain receptors flooded her mind and numbness extended down to her toes.<br><br>“Everyone is just like me?&nbsp; Then wear the collar and nobody else has to be punished because you can’t even throw a punch.”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>08-03-2017, 04:25:58</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f5/2a/44/f52a4492781a66d2f30f6a155f0eac60.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the lawn, beside a tree<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue, Robert, Rahne, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Having a picnic with friends.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br>It was a beautiful afternoon. The sun was high without a cloud in sight and a gentle breeze that passed through from time to time. Birds were chirping and squirrels ran up and down trees and across the grass, chasing one another. Cam was lucky to get days like these and when she did, she surely didn't waste it. She had caught up with a few of her friends earlier in the day to see if anyone would join her for a picnic lunch and luckily, she had three that said they would definitely be up for it and the rest had excuses or didn't necessarily commit to it. Rogue had to be coaxed into saying yes, seeming a bit off for one reason or another, but she eventually agreed after Cam promised her some one on one time to talk about what was on her mind.<br><br>Cam had managed to find a picnic blanket and had it draped over her shoulder when she met up with her friend. After filling two trays with a variety of foods from the cafeteria, she led Rogue outside to a tree that wasn't too far off the walking path. She set the tray aside before shaking out the picnic blanket and laying it smoothly in the grass, half in the shade and half in the sun. Kneeling on the edge of the blanket, she moved the tray onto it to keep it away from ants and other bugs. She helped Rogue with her tray and did the same before sitting in the shade and patting the grass beside her. They had a bit of time to talk before her other friends showed up, so long as they didn't show up earlier than the time she had given them.<br><br><strong>"Sit with me and tell me what's up," </strong>she said with a smile. She and Rogue had been friends for a while, having bonded over the fact that neither of them could easily be intimate with anyone. It was something that made Rogue one of her best friends. They understood one another more than anyone else could.<strong> "I don't like seeing you so down,"</strong> she pouted and lightly squeezed her friend's thigh. They had been friends for long enough that touching Rogue on a clothed part of her body was second-nature to her. She didn't have to think about it at all, even though she didn't have to do the same with anyone else. It was just something that she never had to hesitate with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>08-03-2017, 04:30:21</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/31/84/bb/3184bbdd8d9857152b334b835a49d680.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Location:</strong> Forest Outskirts<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sunday, Sept. 3, 2017: Midnight<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Betsy Braddock | Psylocke (CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Ah! Ninjas!<br><hr><br>"I'm not a puppy!" she shouted at Psylocke. Perhaps it was the isolation of the forest, and that no one else was around. Perhaps it was the fact that her nerves were raw from what had happened the day before. A person could only take so much before they snapped. And when a person snapped, one of two things happened. They broke, losing themselves, crying and sobbing, helpless to the weights of the world. Or, everything they bottled and suppressed came bubbling out in a rush.<br><br>Rahne was very skilled at bottling. Turn the other cheek, stay in control, keep calm. Violence was not the answer. Adversity was to be faced with faith and patience, and let the troubles break upon her cross like waves on a mountain. But she was no mountain. And enough water could cut even the deepest gouges into the most solid of stones.<br><br>As the collar hit her chest, she gasped. The woman's words stung, deeply. Picking the offending accessory up, she raised a hand to throw it back, when she was suddenly right in front of her. Pain exploded in her leg, and with a cry, Rahne went down again, falling to her side, holding her leg. <br><br>"Ahh! St-Stop! That...Ah..." she whimpered in pain, eyes clenching shut. When they opened again, though, they were golden, wolf-like, her lips twitching in a snarl, before she managed to assert control again. "Ah...won't...be just another...victim for bullies like you..." she hissed out through the pain. "Lord, give me strength, against these bullies..." she whispered to herself, and pushed up again.<br><br>"Laura didn't have to help me...If you have a problem, take it up with her...Ah'm sorry, Ah ruined your weekend, but, Ah didn't do anything..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>08-03-2017, 05:34:16</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/8c/3a/9f/8c3a9f7bb4b4a2e864440b40d267d19e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Psylocke<br><strong>Location:</strong> Forest Outskirts<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sunday, Sept 3 just after midnight<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Content:</strong> Teaching a lesson<br><hr><br>“That is the point princess.&nbsp; You. Did. Nothing.”<br><br>Psylocke turned her back on the woman in an act of contempt.&nbsp; Long hair sways down to the swell of her bottom.&nbsp; Distance was placed between the two before he turned back sharply.&nbsp; Even in the dim moonlight the heaviness of the woman’s chest could be seen pressing against her top.&nbsp; The scarf rose along the top of the blouse, obscuring from view what might be a nice glance at what the woman possessed.&nbsp; Then her legs slipped apart to shoulder width with her knees bending.&nbsp; Arms were allowed to remain at chest level though in all she seemed more ready to dance than to fight.<br><br>“Neutral stance.&nbsp; From here all things are possible.&nbsp; Weight to the balls of your feet ready to move, arms at your chest ready to move, mind centered on your body ready to move.&nbsp; Do you understand?”<br><br>There was not real pause for Rahne to interrupt given.&nbsp; Merely a moment sparred for her to see the stance and then mimic as best she could. <br><br>“For now you are going to focus on simple things to end a fight quickly and get away.&nbsp; If the fight ends before you get to where you are now, then you won’t be wearing a collar and you won’t have to pray about it afterward.&nbsp; So from here we are going to practice eyes..”<br><br>From there the woman seemed to leap backward with one foot but forward with the other.&nbsp; All her weight shifting in a single instant to slash her hand forward through the air as if a sword.&nbsp; Fingers extended from the palm in a straight line to where someone taller might have their eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>“and groin.”<br><br>Another shift of weight and the other hand came down then upward in a cupping motion so that the palm was turned upward for the strike.<br><br>“Simple strikes that will make most people step back.&nbsp; Ok?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>08-03-2017, 14:50:33</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/31/84/bb/3184bbdd8d9857152b334b835a49d680.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Location:</strong> Forest Outskirts<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sunday, Sept. 3, 2017: Midnight<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Betsy Braddock | Psylocke (CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Ah! Ninjas!<br><hr><br>Rahne gritted her teeth, and took a calming breath. And then another. This was just ridiculous. Why did everyone have to focus on fighting, on violence here? It was all X-Men this, X-Men that, stop the Brotherhood or stop the government. Fight these people, fight those people...Why did it have to be fighting? And in that moment she was certain that this madwoman was trying to fight her. And that would not end well, for either of them, if it happened. She didn't want any more people to get into trouble because of her. <br><br>Even if they were acting like complete psychopaths.<br><br>"Ah don't--" she started to say, but the woman cut her off. The tone of what was happening had changed. It was slight, but it had changed. The moonlight catching this woman's body was creating an almost ethereal, unreal mood in the area. And perhaps it was because her blood was up, because the wolf was starting to struggling against the chain Xavier had it shackled with, that she was starting to more keenly recognize what the madwoman seemed to show off with every movement. A gorgeous, strong body...Not unlike Laura's. Biting a bit on her bottom lip, her eyes traced up from the woman's legs to her eyes, before realizing that she was showing her something now.<br><br>"What are you..." she started, confused, not grasping just yet that Psylocke was trying to teach her. Their start had been far from conventional, after all. "Ah'm not...Ah'm not a fighter. Ah'm not strong. They just will grab me, like those boys did." She had taken a swing at one of them, after all. And she had missed, and for her efforts had been held down and forced into the other collar and muzzle. And a small girl like Rahne couldn't do much against one bigger, stronger male, much less three. That would all change, if she changed, but..."...Who even are you?"<br><br>Still, her feet had shifted some, half-way to the stance Psylocke was trying to show her. It was a pose more confident than the drawn in one she usually had, maybe that would be enough to get this woman to leave her alone.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>08-03-2017, 15:25:43</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mo2ahZeOfSc/VrjTjANA_3I/AAAAAAAAyOw/YaMFW9WDKjM/s1600-r/12688187_1059428557411333_305073398904424773_n.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, 08:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty<br><strong>Content:</strong>Getting closer</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> It was understandable that both of them had doubts. But he knew what he wanted in his heart, and Kitty wanted the same. She was just showing how much she actually cared for him, as she didn't want him to risk anything for her. Silly girl. Her fingers on his chest made him shiver from her touch, and when she told him how she didn't want him to get in trouble with Xavier, he pulled her close to him. <br><br>"The best things in life are worth the risk that comes with them. Charles is a caring and understanding man. He and I will talk about this when the time is right, but know that I <em>will</em> risk this because it means I get to be with you, finally. So please, Katya. Give me a chance? Give <em>us</em>...a chance?"<br><br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>08-03-2017, 19:46:30</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/fc/a3/96/fca3963fef59a0e11e890058c90b96be.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the lawn, beside a tree<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Thursday, September 7th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Having a picnic with friends.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br>Rogue was not having a good day, at all. Skulking around the mansion in a bad mood, she more or less had a "FUCK OFF" sigh taped to her forehead. Other students at that came across her were giving the girl a wider berth that she was already afforded--the only thing worse than the girl that could kill you with a touch, was a pissed off girl that could kill you with a touch. The fact that her anger and depression was all directed inward didn't help matters any, as that day, everything that seemed to happen around her seemed designed solely to piss her off and ruin her mood and life even further. She hadn't gotten any sleep, as she refused to return to her bedroom and realized she had no other friends she really felt close enough to that wouldn't mind her waking them up at an unholy hour to be let inside. Breakfast had been avoided, because <em>she</em> would have been there. <br><br>And...<br><br>And...<br><br>It was all her own fault, and Rogue knew that. She hated to admit it, but she knew it. She had made a mistake, let her walls down, let herself believe, just for a minute, that someone might actually...She should have known better. That was all there was to it. <br><br>That was the mood that Cam had found her in. The girl, mindless of how sour of a mood Rogue was in, still insisted on dragging her out for a picnic. She had tried to decline, and offer excuses. Cam would have none of it though, and finally, talked her into getting the food. For her and more. Great...When she wanted to be alone, she would have be to surrounded by people. It was hard to tell Cam no, though, and so Rogue wandered off to find food. As far as friends went, Cam sometimes felt to be her closest, of the few she had. Their powers were similar. Though Cam had it luckier--she simply couldn't kiss. Rogue could never touch another person. There was a shared understanding between them though.<br><br>"Ah...don't really wan' talk about it..." she sighed heavily, plopping on the ground near Cam, dropping a basket that had random foods in it. Bread for sandwiches, a plate of assorted meats, cheese, some sliced fruits and veggies and dip...As the other girl touched her leg, Rogue flinched away, looking at her lap. "Sorry, Ah...Ah was jus' an idiot the otha' night. Should've known better..." she grumbled. "How you been, Cammy?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>09-03-2017, 04:25:15</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e6/b9/66/e6b966a6fb49c19181d2cb6d597c1b78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pride | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion, watching outside<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, 08:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Piotr<br><strong>Content:</strong> Needing a walk after the nights craziness<br><hr><br>This was ridiculous. How could they? But Piotr seemed confident. And he was willing to lose his position for her. A small whimper left her, and free hand lifted, coming to rest against his own. Shifting to face him more, her tongue flickered out, a light smile playing upon her lips. <br><br>"I....this is crazy. But...if you are sure. I don't want you to do anything that could hurt you, Pete. And...I...I want to be with you too..."<br><br>There. It was out there, finally. All this time, all the awkward looks, the lonely nights dreaming of him. It had all come to a head. Her heart pounded with the admission, cheeks turning a fierce shade of red. "So....where uhh...where do we go from here?" Contrary to belief, Kitty had actually never had a boyfriend before. A few hookups, but otherwise...she had spent all of her teenage years exactly where she was. At Xavier's. It wasn't exactly conducive to a romantic relationship.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>09-03-2017, 06:26:55</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/mfs9DGd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers | “Cyclops”<br><strong>Location:</strong> Tennis Court<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 3rd, 4:50 pm <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Content:</strong> First, she has an attack of the mental. Then, Salem gets real, and makes her feelings much less transparent.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> Autumn Tennis Clothes (http://i.imgur.com/XrBXtHZ.jpg) -- &nbsp;No more sweater though, this Tank Top is underneath (http://i.imgur.com/g9wXhu3.jpg)<br><hr>The right words were always hard for Salem to find. She could get close, but she had too many words to make up for most of the time. She was learning slowly, but making leaps and bounds with this conversation alone, and lately. <em>‘I think I’m starting to figure out this social thing.’</em> Salem had a moment of clarity, and as her heart rate lowered, she started to think more about what had just happened. <em>‘Oh, that was so sexy.’ - ‘Best game of tennis ever, but…’ - ‘I really said some rudeness.’ - ‘Most of that was competition.’ - ‘I think.’ - ‘I mean, I am like… there.’</em> Salem could feel a soft slickness between her legs, in the very center of her body, and little aches.<em> ‘It was the spanking though. I’m wet because of the spanking.’ - ‘Fourteen of them,’ - ‘Jesus, Salem pull it together’ - ‘snap out of it,’ - ‘Wake up with her next to you, so warm I bet.’ - ‘You can’t touch her, Salem.’ </em>Her face showed no outward expression to clue into her thoughts, mostly because she wasn’t feeling this, the conflict was happening naturally, and only a second or two had ticked by. The hurricane of logic wasn’t over.<br><br>She continued as she sat in the space between proposal and reaction. <em>‘What is a date?’ - ‘I can’t date, I don’t do it. Neither of us can leave this mansion.’ - ‘There’s always the bar, but good fuck, girl, how stupid are you?’ - ‘It’s not fair to just “practice” with the girl who can’t ever touch someone.’ - ‘It’s so one sided, how could you let it get here?’ - ‘She’s sexy. She spanked me when she knew I liked it.’ - ‘I open up just a bit and I immediately wreck a friendship.’ - ‘Did I?’ - ‘Can I salvage this?’ - ‘I have to try.’ - ‘listen....’</em><br><br>The last thought was both a reminder and a starting point. She reminded herself to listen to Rogue when Rogue was speaking. It was also the first word of the next thing she was going to say. Salem had been very bad at this particular part of being social. When things got complicated, and she needed to be the most aware, she was often lost in her own head and missing important context clues and sentences from the person she was trying to connect with. <br><br>With Rogue, on that tennis court, she managed to pick up on what was happening before it was too late. About seven seconds had passed while her mind lit up with ideas and inner turmoil.<br><br>Salem hadn’t actually been listening to the words when she heard them, but she replayed them in her head and applied the feeling that Rogue was giving off, <em>‘uncertainty, concern, some regret?’ - ‘Oh, duh.’</em><br><br>Just as Salem was about to respond, a smile crept over her lips as Rogue threatened to spank her if she didn’t give her an answer. Salem tried to put it all in perspective. Her mind reached out in a few different directions to pull in the information she needed all at once. She couldn’t get enough of Rogue’s body. It was strange. She appreciated Rogue’s sexuality in an entirely different way than how she looked at a man like Bishop or Piotr. It was just that, appreciation. Salem didn’t know much about sex. But she knew how her mind worked. Men weren’t pretty, they weren’t graceful or kind. They knew what they wanted, and sometimes they wanted Salem. <em>‘At least, I think they do.’</em> She still hadn’t been proved right on that one yet. <br><br>With Rogue, the sexuality was different, it was more pure. She saw something divine, and the thought of touching her, or seeing her naked was truly erotic in a way she couldn’t fathom before.<br><br>Salem took a couple steps toward Rogue with her racket in her hand. ‘I know exactly what to say.’ The red tinted mutant might have been wrong, but she felt like she understood what was going on here, and she knew Rogue to personally to let it go any further down the wrong path.<strong> “Listen,” </strong>As she started, the handle of her racket poked Rogue in the shoulder playfully, the way a slight shove might stir up a feeling of connection. <strong>“I know that we can’t like… touch each other. And,-” </strong>Her lips squished together and curled in a few directions as she focused. <em>‘Crap, I thought I had this phrased already.’</em> She was close, her thoughts gathered and she picked up where she left off <strong>“I understand. I haven’t made eye contact with anyone in like 7 years. It’s not the same.”</strong> Her head shifted to the left, and she seemed to absorb the reality that Rogue’s handicap was much worse than her own. <strong>“Trust me, I know it’s not the same. But, I think I really like you.” </strong><br><br>She was more sure of herself than that.<strong> “Rogue, I really like you.”</strong> She smiled and looked down at the ground in embarrassment before looking back up. That was an eye contact tick, even with the visor, she averted her eyes to hide from the admission like a teenager. Salem continued with a tone that said she was explaining a bit too in depthly on purpose, and that she was leading to an uplifting conclusion. <strong>“And I don’t wanna rush things, ‘cause we’re really good friends. But…”</strong> She lifted her chin to create a bit of a theatrical sarcasm, “where there’s a will, there’s a way.” She nodded to conclude it. <strong>“We could try stuff.”</strong> She was over explaining at this point, but she wanted to make herself clear. There had been a lot on her mind, and she was elated from the sensation of victory. It was too easy to make sense of everything at that moment, and it might not have later on.<br><br><strong>“I want to take you out…”</strong> Her mind flashed to them sitting on a blanket on the grounds for a picnic in front of the school, and she laughed out loud.<strong> “I mean, I want to drink with you at the bar, and pretend that it’s out.” - “Doesn’t change how I feel though.”</strong><br><br>Something clicked in Salem there. She’d never done that. It was incredibly empowering. Men made her too passive. She wanted them to come after her. With Rogue, her friend, it was easier to talk to her about her feelings. It was exciting. <em>‘I need to be friends with them first?’ - ‘Huh. Is that what I’m getting wrong?’ </em>She wasn’t sure, but the thoughts were so fast, they had formed a memory before she could think them.<br><br><strong>“What do you say we try something sort of weird…” </strong>That was not a question at all, it was a lead in,<strong> “...Tomorrow night? Like ten o’clock? No dress code…?”</strong> She seemed to be the most excited for that last bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>09-03-2017, 20:10:57</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f5/2a/44/f52a4492781a66d2f30f6a155f0eac60.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the lawn, beside a tree<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue, Robert, Rahne, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Having a picnic with friends.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br>Cam noticed her friend flinch from her touch and furrowed her brows slightly in concern. She kept her hand on the girl's thigh, rubbing gently, as if trying to comfort her. She wasn't at all trying to tease Rogue in any sexual way. When it came to Rogue, she knew better. Everyone else was fair game. Anyone else could simply go off and find someone to screw around with but Rogue could not, to her knowledge. So, she never teased her in anything more than a playful way.<br><br>Rogue was acting strange, but she knew not to press her on it. At least not until Rogue relaxed a bit more. She was so tense right now. Though they were close friends, she knew that Rogue had her secrets. <strong>"You know you can tell me anything and I won't judge,"</strong> she mentioned softly as she lightly squeezed the girl's thigh again. <strong>"But I won't press on it. Whenever you're ready, we can go somewhere private to talk about it, hm?" </strong>she offered with a smile before laying down in the grass, enjoying the outdoors while she still could. When winter came, she'd be stuck inside the mansion with cabin fever, so she needed to enjoy this while it lasted.<br><br><strong>"I'm doing well. Not as stir-crazy as I was this summer. It got so hot! I don't think I was able to step foot outside a single day!"</strong> she mentioned as she ran her fingertips through the grass, looking up at the tree branches above. They still had beautiful green leaves, giving her shade from the sun. <strong>"I got a letter and some photos from my parents. They got a puppy because they missed having someone around the house. She's the most adorable little thing you've ever seen with these giant paws and big floppy ears. Super cute and goofy-looking. I gotta find some picture frames or a photo album or something before I lose all my pictures. All I have right now is my portfolio, as if anyone would ever hire me now that they know I'm not boring."</strong> She couldn't help but roll her eyes and groan at the last part. It had been nearly a year since she had modeled and she was going a bit crazy about it. She needed to find something or someone to ease that desire somehow.<br><br><strong>"You wouldn't happen to be an aspiring photographer, would you?"</strong> She was hopeful, but also didn't expect that to be the case.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>09-03-2017, 22:10:48</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/fc/a3/96/fca3963fef59a0e11e890058c90b96be.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the lawn, beside a tree<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Thursday, September 7th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Having a picnic with friends.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br>"Cam..." Rogue sighed tiredly, as the girl continued to give her thigh a slight massage. Any other time, she might have enjoyed the touch. Her sensitive friend toed the line something with her teasing, as there was no denying that the blonde was beautiful. Having poisonous saliva put Cam in a similar place as herself, just...not quite as bad. Cam could still hold hands. Touch. Hug.<br><br>Really, she could do almost everything that she and Heather had done just a few nights ago, without worry about...The Southern belle huffed and shook her head. The last person she wanted to think about now was Heather.<br><br>"It's nothin..." she insisted a bit stubbornly when Cam said they could talk about it when she was ready. The space was appreciated, but how could she talk about what had happened to anyone? No one would really understand what it was like for her. To have opened up so completely to someone, bared herself to them...only to be pushed aside. Rejected. To not be considered <em>real</em>. "Sometimes Ah just think Ah should be a hermit...Get someone to just dig a hole f'me and crawl down it forever..." Rogue's depressed moods would be nothing new to Cam. The brunette swung from happy to depressed a few times a week, but this would be the most down she had seen Rogue for the time she'd known her. <br><br>But Rogue snickered slightly when Cam laid down, refusing to look at the blonde's pretty body as she just looked...elsewhere...as she complained about the temeprature.<br><br>"You could've pestered Ball Boy, he could keep ya cool," she teased Cam lightly, forcing some cheer into her voice, "Ah think he's gotten over the fact you're just a tease. Just latch onto him, he can keep you nice and comfy any time o' the year." Ball Boy was their mutual friend, Roberto de Costa. Or, Robert Constance, as he'd started going by. Or even just Sunspot, he was quite a fan of his codename. Rogue chuckled slightly at the talk of the puppy, few realized she couldn't touch animals either, but at the mention of modeling.<br><br>"Nah...Sorry. I just pretty much spend my time punchin' people and pissin' people off," Rogue shrugging, "Someone 'round here is bound to though...You think of checkin' with the art classes? Could model for a class sometime. Just maybe go with someone that can dampen your perfume, else you gonna get a lot of boys and girls droolin' over you sittin all pretty." Another tease, as she gave Cam's leg a playful shove. And to think people called her a tease...
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>10-03-2017, 02:08:46</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.sportshdwallpapers.com/download/actress-eliza-dushku-performing_1920x1080_615-hd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Rogue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Tennis Court <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 3rd, 7:00 pm <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers | Cyclops<br><strong>Content:</strong> Maybe things won't be so bad?<br><hr><br>The moment waiting for Salem's answer seem to drag on. And on. And on...Rogue was starting to wonder if time was actually freezing as she waited. Her stomach felt tilt with anxiousness and worry. She told herself that this wouldn't ruin their friendship. As slight as it was, it was one of the few friendships she really had these two years at the school. Heather was something, and another source of odd, conflicted tension. Salem, of course, her sports buddy. Her very sexy sports buddy. Camelia, of course...There weren't many others outside of those three she would call a legitimate friend. She didn't want to lose one of those bonds because of a game she had let go too far.<br><br>But how could she keep it? If Salem said no, now...What would that mean? She had started this. Built it up and encouraged it. It had just been supposed to be teasing, but, somewhere it had turned into more. Being able to bother the girl as much as she had with just a few firm slaps to her rear...The interest Salem seemed to show back, despite knowing they could never actually do anything...<br><br>She was a woman, though. Could Salem really be into this? The straight-laced girl, talking about wanting the older X-Men, settling for a girl she can't touch...<br><br>"You...do?" Rogue questioned on hearing Salem say she liked her. And not just say it, but repeat it. Her tired body was jostled by the push of the tennis racket, shaken from the downward spiral her thoughts were taking her on. She blinked, for a moment not believing what she heard, before a grin crossed her face. The vulnerability was still there, but the tension was largely fading away. The odds of this ending well were slim, but she didn't know Salem to be the lying type. The girl meant what she said. And that was new for Rogue. No one before had really been so willing to make an attempt at doing anything for her. Not while acknowledging her curse. "Admit it...You jus' want drink with an X-Man..." <br><br>Her tone was teasing, but she nodded to the girl. The plan she was proposing sounded good. Trying something, drinks...Why not? Worst case they just had a silly night and stayed friends, right? That was what Rogue told herself anyway. It was odd. Heather had been rather affectionate, clingy lately. Now Salem was taking a chance...<br><br>"Weird? Now...Just how weird can Ms. Straight-Laced Summer be, Ah wonder?' Rogue teased her, but gripped, stepping a bit closer. "Lookin' forward to findin' out...See ya at ten, tomorrow then. Don't keep a gal waitin'..." She put her Southern drawl to best effect, voice sultry and low, as she stepped in close. Before Salem could say anything, Rogue brought a hand up, covering her mouth. Leaning in, she moved her hand to brush the girl's cheek, and pressed her lips to the back of the glove over Salem's cheek. Giving her cheek a light 'tap tap' then, Rogue walked past her to start heading back to the mansion.<br><br>...With one last slap to the girl's ass as she passed. But waiting for tomorrow, now, was going to feel like an eternity...
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>10-03-2017, 02:20:15</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f5/2a/44/f52a4492781a66d2f30f6a155f0eac60.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the lawn, beside a tree<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue, Robert, Rahne, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Having a picnic with friends.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br><strong>"I'm sure you could find someone to dig a hole for you. I mean, there's plenty of strong men around here who would look great all covered with sweat with no shirt on, huh?"</strong> she teased with a wink and a nudge. Cam loved feasting her eyes upon those she could not have. Sure, she could technically have sex with someone if she wanted to, but she had no interest in doing so. Sex was nothing in her mind without passion. And passion was nothing without kissing. The feel of someone's hand in your hair, pulling you close; A fiery, fervent kiss that warms your entire body... That's what she wanted. And since she couldn't have that, even the thought of going through the motions of sex was uninteresting to her. But she surely had no problem feasting her eyes upon such attractive individuals.<br><br><strong>"Why do you always call him that? Does he even like being called that?"</strong> she asked with a giggle as Rogue mentioned their friend Roberto, who was quite the handsome devil. <strong>"I like his name. It rolls off the tongue so nicely, don't you think? Roberto."</strong> She said his name like she was saying it in Spanish. It was a beautiful language and she had taken three years of it in school, but still barely knew any of it. All she knew was she could pronounce the words very well, whether she knew what they meant or not. That was enough to satisfy her. It sounded sexy.<br><br><strong>"He and Rahne should be coming to join us soon. Have you met Rahne?"</strong> It was hard for her to keep track of which of her friends knew her other friends. She always had a tendency to make so many that it was impossible to keep track of who all knew who.<strong> "She's very quiet. Shy girl. She's pretty, though. She's got a sweet-looking face. Like the face of a girl who visits her grandmother every weekend, y'know?"</strong> Still laying in the grass, she bent her knees and crossed one over the other, bouncing her foot a bit. <strong>"I think she's like Scottish or something. Probably explains why she's so sweet; Americans can be so crude sometimes."</strong><br><br>She couldn't help but smile and glance up to Rogue as the girl nudged her leg. It was good to see that the conversation was helping her friend's mood a bit. <strong>"An art class sounds like a good idea." She had no idea who around would be interested, though. "Maybe I could do one of those nude model classes where everyone has a canvas and charcoal or whatever,"</strong> she mentioned with a smile at the thought of people drooling and unable to focus. She loved the attention. Cam bit her lower lip as she thought for a bit before rolling over and sitting back on her legs with her hands in front of her, fingers intertwined in the soft grass. <strong>"You think Roberto would wanna take some pictures of me?"</strong> she asked with a smirk. She loved teasing that boy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>10-03-2017, 03:00:37</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a8/cf/15/a8cf1558e42adc710dfc4e8dbc943f2f.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/fc/a3/96/fca3963fef59a0e11e890058c90b96be.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rogue | Roberto de Costa<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the lawn, beside a tree<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Thursday, September 7th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Having a picnic with friends.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br>"Ugh...Cam, you're not helpin'..." Rogue sighed as Caam turned the teasing back around on her. The last thing she needed to think about now was another hot body. Between the blonde the idea of more hot and sweaty bodies, she was going to end up thinking about how hot and sweaty she had gotten with Heather, and--<br><br>--Damn it!<br><br>"Hell if Ah know," Rogue shrugged, trying to change her thought track as Cam brought up the sun-powered mutant mutual friend of theirs. "Better the nickname than the case of blue balls you give him all the time." Snickering, she sighed, and just shifted a bit. Roberto was nice enough. Too nice, in her opinion, a regular Casanova. Harmless overall, though. There were certainly worse men than him around the mansion. If it weren't for Cam, she probably would never hang out with him though. But the next name that came up caught her attention. "Hm, nah, not really...Seen her around, she was in the lounge readin' when that Salvation newscast came on. She been gettin' picked on a lot lately too, I hear..."<br><br>As Cam expressed some approval in the idea of the art class though, perhaps even nude modeling, Rogue just started laughing. It wasn't mocking laughter, just...highly entertained laughter. The poor, poor boys in that class...and some girls, sure, but oh those poor boys...<br><br>"Hah, Cam, Ah think you're evil sometimes..." she chuckled. "But you gonna have to ask Roberto, I don't know."<br><br>"Ask Roberto what?" the cherry, Latin-tinged voice of the man in question came. Joining the two girls, he plopped himself down on Cam's blanket without waiting for an invite. After all, she had invited him out here, so he figured that the place to sit was already set. "You girls talking about me?"<br><br>"Hardly," Rogue scoffed, just to dent his ego. Roberto rolled his eyes, though, and looked to the blonde that was laying down. "Hey there, <em>gata</em>, looking good as always...Need some climate control, or you good?" he asked with a grin. He knew that Cam was, so sadly, off limits. She was gorgeous, and he couldn't quite understand her decision to not have fun all because she couldn't kiss...But, such was her choice. She still showed off, so he could enjoy the show at least. And her issues with temperature often meant he had an excuse to touch her--innocently, of course.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>10-03-2017, 04:39:33</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f5/2a/44/f52a4492781a66d2f30f6a155f0eac60.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the lawn, beside a tree<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue, Robert, Rahne, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Having a picnic with friends.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br><strong>"Blue balls are quite the trophy, don't you think?"</strong> she teased with a smirk and a wink. Oh how she loved to tease that poor man. His accent just sounded so thick when he really got all wound up. It had been about a year and he hadn't said a word to her about needing to stop toying with him, so there was no reason for her to. Rogue was just about the only one that she gave a break to. After all, if she didn't, she was sure the girl wouldn't want to be friends anymore. Friendship was far more important.<strong> "Sometimes I think I'm a succubus,"</strong> she replied with a smile in response to being called evil. <strong>"Y'know... Without the actual sex part,"</strong> she added with a smirk before looking up to Roberto as he approached.<br><br><strong>"Speak of the devil, himself. What's going on, hot stuff?"</strong> she teased, sitting back on her feet while on her hands and knees. Her long blonde hair hung down on one side, her back was arched slightly, and her sweatshirt exposed her midriff. <strong>"The weather's perfect today, but maybe you could ask me again tonight," </strong>she replied as she teasingly licked her lips before capturing her lower lip between her teeth. Maybe it was just his accent or the fact that he never once tried to force himself on her, but he was probably her favorite person to toy with. He accepted her teasing time and time again and just kept coming back for more, as if he was completely satisfied with the level they were maintaining.<br><br><strong>"Rahne should be here soon, so don't get too comfy. You're taking up the whole blanket,"</strong> she teased as she leaned forward and gently pushed his hip.<strong> "Once she gets here, we can start eating. Rogue and I got a bunch of food. Not your typical assortment of picnic food, either. Too bad there's no wine,"</strong> she pouted, wishing some really good wine was more accessible. <strong>"We'll have to send someone on a mission to steal some next time."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>10-03-2017, 12:35:38</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Jqokx3p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Heather Donald | "Highlights"<br><strong>Location:</strong> Forest on outskirts of property<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 6. - 11:30 pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde<br><strong>Content:</strong> Section 1: flavor - Section 2: Kisses #3 and #4. Pretty sexy, still PG-13 'Does Heather mouth seriously taste like roses?' - 'yuhp' Section 3: let the games begin<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;These clothes (http://i.imgur.com/DF5IDNB.png) &amp; These Boots (http://i.imgur.com/qFLC5ev.jpg)<br><hr>Every kiss had a different taste. Everyone’s skin was special. The heavy taste of rose was undeniable on Heather’s tongue. The slick saliva on the back of her lips was rich with roses. She tasted the way flowers smelled. Heather noticed a distinct flavor in Kitty’s mouth, but she couldn’t place it. <em>‘Is this what luck tastes like?’ </em><br><br>Heather was swimming in melty goodness. Her legs pivoted underneath her to prove it to herself. <strong>“Uh-hu”</strong> She liked this quite a lot.<br><br>Her lips didn’t wait long. Kitty’s gentle grip on Heather’s hip was profoundly effective, and some heat traveled through the center of the energetic mutants body, she groaned as the third kiss swept in like the wind around them; Heather didn’t even recall leaning in. She lifted her chin this time, and let her tongue slip into the other girls mouth. She slid it upward and pulled it back in gently, riding it along Kitty’s upper lip as it retreated. She hummed in response, the sound ending with the smack of their lips.<br><br>Heather’s thoughts were never really prominent. It made it difficult for her own problems to slow her down or confuse her. She wanted what she wanted, and it was almost impossible to facilitate the consequences in her mind. She had never been taught what a consequence was. They were fairy tales in her mind. She’d mostly lived a life of kindness and hedonistic desires, and she’d been rewarded by the universe with this beautiful mutation. It had changed the way her entire body communicated with itself. Her processes didn’t work like regular people. Everything was different, and that had affected her thought patterns as much as it affected her digestive tract. And, even in a similar way. She consumed endlessly, never full, and never sated.<br><br>The bracelets on her wrist were essentially a time bomb.<br><br><hr><br><strong>“I love that song…” </strong>Heather had a breathy laugh in that moment that almost sounded like she was in pain. As her laugh faded in just became that heavy rose scented breath. Her voice cracked with a groan with the next word, <strong>“ya -nnngh- ou’re not so bad yourself, cutie…” </strong>Heather’s hands roamed a bit, feeling for certain special places that were otherwise innocent. She was all around Kitty’s back, but her left hand stayed high, and her right hand stayed low. She toured up and down from the center.<br><br>Her heavy breaths changed to moans and she pulled in Kitty for number four. This one was full, romantic, passionate, Heather couldn’t stop herself. She tilted her head to sink in as deep as she could. The framing of their hairstyles started to brush together. Their breasts firm together. Heather’s hand was in Kitty’s hair, gently climbing from the nape of her neck. She let her tongue explore, easing her way in and lidding her eyes. She was speaking to Kitty without talking, but she was using all of the same muscles. A good kiss was so powerful to her. She was humming, a calm poem of shapes with her tongue, travelling in gentle circles and playful lines. It was indulgent, but it didn’t last longer than it needed to.<br><br>The smack of their lips broke the contact again, but Heather didn’t lean back this time, she leaned in. Their right cheeks were pressed together. Like a cat, Heather nuzzled there and made soft girly sounds. She couldn’t stop herself from whispering, <strong>“You taste, really good, Kitty.” </strong>Her hand slowly drifted down the nape of Kitty’s neck, her hot breath landing against the other girl’s neck and ear. She was focused on the feeling of their denim covered hips pressing together. She could feel extra heat down between her legs, and she was fairly sure that some of that heat was not coming from her body.<br><br>That song was stuck in her head now, she’d listened to it a lot in her formative years. A line came to her head that felt right. Her hand traveled down to Kitty’s behind innocently and tapped her twice, little baby spankings that were more suggestive than anything else. <strong>“It is a bit of a game isn’t it…”</strong> She probably knew the song too well, as that was a reflection, and not even a quote. It was a setup for the punchline. Heather had shown Kitty how close she wanted to be, now it was time to have fun.<br><br><hr><br>After those two tiny taps, Heather slid away from Kitty, and started back pedaling away. She sang some of the song as she picked up the bottles from the ground. Her singing voice was actually rather pleasant, and the timbre was just as bratty and sharp as Katy Perry’s had ever been. She was singing a bit slower though, and giving the notes some space to breathe, <strong>“It’s… …. not ...what good girls do…” </strong>One bottle was in her hand again. <strong>“Not… … How they should behave!” </strong>Those notes had been challenging and, albeit, off. But, her playful nature let them come out with a fun lack of quality and she laughed her way through them. She tried to keep going but the rhythm was gone and the words were going too. And, she was still laughing, <strong>“My head… gets… hehe- so- ho- aahah-!“ </strong>She doubled over as she lifted the second bottle and covered her mouth. They didn’t need to be quiet, but for a moment she had completely forget that she needed to be quiet.<br><br><strong>“Come on,” </strong>She was still giggling, <strong>“there’s still some space to roam.”</strong> With the empty bottle and the full bottle back in her possession she trotted away from Heather, looking back over her shoulder and smiling. <strong>“This way, babe!” </strong>She was starting to feel dirty and free at the same time. Along with everything else she was feeling, this night was getting to be awfully memorable. The erotic clarity, the minor buzz, the mutation, the adrenaline from a first kiss, real attraction, and the rest. There was no stopping it now. Her laughs were in the same mind space as her moans now.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>10-03-2017, 17:07:05</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mo2ahZeOfSc/VrjTjANA_3I/AAAAAAAAyOw/YaMFW9WDKjM/s1600-r/12688187_1059428557411333_305073398904424773_n.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, 08:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty<br><strong>Content:</strong>Getting closer</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> "Katya, I will be fine. And I know it's crazy, but I have you. And you have me, so I have confidence things will work out fine." His hand wrapped around hers, then he kissed the back of hers with a smile on his face. "We will make this work, trust me." Unlike Kitty, Piotr had had a few flings.<br><br>&nbsp;A somewhat serious girlfriend back on the farm, but even though his mutant abilities helped them out immensely, she changed after it was revealed what Pete was. And after her, it was basically one-night stands now and then when he was out drinking with Logan and Hank. And ironically <em>he</em> was the one who got picked up, not the other way around. <br><br>He had some experience, and would gladly share it with his girlfriend...he had to get used to that now. "Now? Now we act how we've always wanted with each other. We can look one another in the eye. Talk without shutting down and forgetting what you were going to say. We can kiss and touch each other all the time. Like now," he said then pulled her to kiss him with his hand dangerously on her lower back, but no lower.<br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>10-03-2017, 19:25:39</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a8/cf/15/a8cf1558e42adc710dfc4e8dbc943f2f.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/fc/a3/96/fca3963fef59a0e11e890058c90b96be.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rogue | Roberto de Costa<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the lawn, beside a tree<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Thursday, September 7th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Having a picnic with friends.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br>"You're awful, shug..." Rogue just chuckled softly, and shook her head, as Cam expressed her pride in the state she left the poor young man in. Him and many others, she was sure, but Roberto certainly had to be on the worse end of the stick. Yet he always came back for more, and if it bothered him, he never let it show. So all the life-thief could do was shake her head, and fall silent as the man in question arrived. She had no part in the talk that followed. Instead she just started to pull foods out of the basket she had brought, setting out their snack spread. <br><br>Listening to their flirting and teasing would make her think of things she refused to think of in that moment--hanging out with them would no doubt leave her worse off than if she insisted on staying alone, but it was hard telling the blonde no. Then again, it had been hard telling Heather no too...<br><br>...and there her thoughts went. Head bowed, hood and hair covering her features, she just sighed, and left the other two to their flirting.<br><br>"I'm free all day, and night," Sunspot said with a wink to the blonde temptress, eyes skirting over her form, enjoying the exposed skin she knowingly showed off. "Just gotta ask, I'll come keep you cool all night...or warm. Been practicing massages, you know."<br><br>"You given Brazilian massages now, huh?" Rogue snickered at him. The joke just made him sigh and roll his eyes, as he ignored her again. And while he grumbled at the notion of having to sit up, for Rahne, he did so. The shy Scotish lass was practically his sister. He couldn't be mean to her. Or tease or taunt her. <br><br>"Well, she better hurry up, I'm hungry," he sighed. The talk of wine made him grin, though, "Well, if the lady wants wine, we'll get her some wine," he said with a wink, "I have some in my room. Just saying...I think Rogue does too. I saw you enjoying a few drink with Salem the other--" The Southern belle cut him off with a look that'd have killed him dead, if her looks could kill, "I mean, I saw nothing. Nope. Not a thing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>10-03-2017, 22:21:14</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e6/b9/66/e6b966a6fb49c19181d2cb6d597c1b78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pride | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the beaten path<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 6th, 11:30<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Heather<br><strong>Content:</strong> A first kiss, wearing this (http://image.dhgate.com/albu_438218775_00/1.0x0.jpg) minus the bag<br><hr><br>Kitty didn't really know what she tasted like. Most likely in this moment...apples. But she wasn't feeling exactly lucky at this moment...more like overwhelmed. With an arousal that was creeping up exponentially.<br><br>To say that Heather wasn't turning her on would have been a gross misjustice. Because every touch, every little tease, was turning on the otherwise near-virgin. This wasn't some drunken show off for teenage boys at a party. Heather and Kitty had done that a couple of times, sure. But this was different. There were different rules....rules that Kitty had no idea of. She was scared and excited, amazed and aroused all at the same time.<br><br>At the feel of Heathers tongue teasing against her lips at the third kiss, they parted almost timidly. Her own tongue flickered out, just barely tasting along the underside of Heathers moist muscle. Fingers curled lightly, pulling in the rainbow-haired femme all the more, her breath hitching as their muscles dueled in a most delightful way.<br><br>As they parted, Kitty was finding herself panting a slight bit. Firm, small breasts pressed tightly to Heathers was making her very aware of their closeness. Heather hadnt even touched Kitty yet, and already she could feel the tightening of her nipples through the fabric of their clothes.<br><br>Kitty knew she wasn't a lesbian. Her reaction to Pete alone proved that. But she had never really had this reaction to another woman before. Would it contain the seeds of something more? Only time would hold the answer.but one thing was certain...Kitty was liking this, way more than she should.<br><br>With Heather gently withdrawing, singing playfully, Kitty could only blush and smile. Feet began carrying her forward, following the rainbow-headed beauty. She had to admit...Heather really was gorgeous. She wasn't thinking relationship...she had known Heather long enough to know that was impossible. Besides, she still had Piotr. <br><br>The thought of Piotr had her flinching slightly. Should they stop? Would he be angered or aroused at the idea of his girlfriend with another woman? Was it even really cheating? Her head was a mess...mostly because she wasn't used to this at all. Still, the alcohol that she had taken in was lowering inhibitions just a bit, making her thrill as she followed, deeper into the woods.<br><br>She couldn't help but giggle as Heather urged her on, head shaking just a bit. A single lock of hair was drawn back behind her ear as she moved, the brisk pace keeping away the cool air. "I swear, Heather...you are like a land-based siren...are you leading me to my doom?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>10-03-2017, 22:28:35</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e6/b9/66/e6b966a6fb49c19181d2cb6d597c1b78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pride | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion, watching outside<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, 08:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Piotr<br><strong>Content:</strong> Needing a walk after the nights craziness<br><hr><br>A boyfriend. Logic was telling her that in the midsts of all this...this would be a horrible problem. But on the other end, her heart was saying something completely different. It screamed one simple word...and it was something she couldn't ignore any longer.<br><br><em>Surrender</em><br><br>"...I trust you, Piotr...." <br><br>The simple phrase was stunning to her. Kitty had trust issues, and here she was giving in to Piotr without a worry. She sighed as he pulled her in for a kiss. Lips wielded to his easily, eyes slipping closed as he pulled her closer. The feel of his hands upon her lower back urged her, and slender form shifted, moving to press upon him. Slowly, right leg slid over his lap, her body shifting, ending up straddling him as arms draped almost lazily around his neck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>11-03-2017, 02:08:58</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mo2ahZeOfSc/VrjTjANA_3I/AAAAAAAAyOw/YaMFW9WDKjM/s1600-r/12688187_1059428557411333_305073398904424773_n.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, 08:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty<br><strong>Content:</strong>Getting closer</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> She told him she trusted him, and hearing her say that seemed to make 100% sure that the best that could've come from this impromptu conversation had. Now he had Kitty. And she had him. Sure their relationship was new, but the feelings that powered it had been there since they met. While they kissed, she moved around until she was straddling him and had her arms looped around his neck. <br><br>He could get used to treatment like this if he was being honest with himself. His large hands splayed out over her back, and one slid down to grip her hip and pull her even closer against him. When the kiss finally ended, he planted another on her neck, then kissed up until he nibbled her ear playfully. "I won't betray it, I promise."<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>11-03-2017, 03:41:11</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f5/2a/44/f52a4492781a66d2f30f6a155f0eac60.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the lawn, beside a tree<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue, Robert, Rahne, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Having a picnic with friends.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br><strong>"Massages, hm? I might have to take you up on that. Just don't be startled if I moan,"</strong> she teased before giggling at Rogue's remark. She was a feisty one sometimes.<br><br>Cam smiled and leaned over, grabbing a water bottle before sitting with her butt in the grass, her legs crossed in front of her with her feet pulled close. She took a swig from the water bottle before capping it and setting it down between her legs. She always did whatever she could to make sure that no one accidentally drank from her water bottle.<strong> "Oh?"</strong> she asked, curiously. <strong>"Rogue, you and I need to have some more girl time alone. I'd love to hear all the juicy details,"</strong> she teased as she squeezed her friend's thigh again. Rogue had a lot of secrets, which Cam tended to hint at in hopes of finding out more, but she never forced anything out of her. She knew just as well as anyone else in this place that secrets were a part of many of their lives.<br><br><strong>"Anyway, while we're waiting for Rahne, you wanna go run and grab some wine? And could you get me a Solo cup?"</strong> she asked, turning her attention to Roberto and fluttering her eyelashes at him. <strong>"Por favor, Roberto?"</strong> she asked and batted her eyelashes at him. She didn't like using regular glasses, knowing she'd have to make sure to clean it herself so no one got hurt. So, instead, she used disposable cups, utensils, etc. In her dorm, she had a bio-hazard trash bin specifically to keep others safe from the toxin in her saliva.<br><br>She watched at Rogue set up the picnic and couldn't help but swipe a grape and quickly pop it into her mouth. <strong>"You didn't see that,"</strong> she whispered to Rogue before lightly tugging on a strand of her friend's hair. <strong>"You have such pretty hair,"</strong> she mentioned softly, hoping to put even the slightest bit of a smile on the girl's face. She could tell that her mind kept wandering. She only wished she could help somehow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>11-03-2017, 09:21:43</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e6/b9/66/e6b966a6fb49c19181d2cb6d597c1b78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pride | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion, watching outside<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, 08:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Piotr<br><strong>Content:</strong> Finding something she didn't know she needed<br><hr><br>Kitty was going to get up when the kiss ended...she really was. But then Piotr began kissing along her neck. A soft whimper escaped her, her head shifting to tilt away from him, instinctively opening her neck to his kisses. Eyes fluttered closed, her fingers shifting, finding his hair and curling into it, tugging gently.<br><br>Heated sigh came next when he whispered those words into her ear. Lower lip was taken between pearly whites, her hips shifting, gently grinding herself against him out of sheer instinct. Her own voice came out, shaky and strained. "I should....g..get going. But I...I don't want to get up..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>11-03-2017, 17:25:35</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mo2ahZeOfSc/VrjTjANA_3I/AAAAAAAAyOw/YaMFW9WDKjM/s1600-r/12688187_1059428557411333_305073398904424773_n.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, 08:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty<br><strong>Content:</strong>Getting closer</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> After the solidification of their relationship, he had honestly planned to sit, talk, maybe just watch the day go by before finding something else to do with Kitty. He wanted to make this special for her, because she was special to him. However, he felt the spark when his lips met her neck once more. Something like a magnet that kept him right here because she was.<br><br>&nbsp;It didn't take long for her fingers to slide into his curls and start tugging. He grunted softly into the manipulation, showing he enjoyed it, and just kept on kissing her. <br><br>Nothing was out there he could think of that would get him to stop. And since Kitty wasn't telling him to either, there was no reason in the world that could keep him off Kitty Pride. He hadn't expected her to start grinding on him like that, a move which he returned, starting to grind against her as well. It felt too good not too. In a shaky voice, she said she should leave...but she didn't <em>want</em> to leave. <br><br>It seemed to him she'd already made her choice. "Weren't." 'Kiss' "We." 'Kiss' "Just." 'Kiss' "Talking." 'Kiss' "About doing what <em>we</em> wanted?" His final words were accentuated by his hands sliding down to her thighs, then up to her hips, back down, and one slow grind showing her that since their embrace had started, he'd gotten pretty excited. <br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>11-03-2017, 17:46:50</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/8c/3a/9f/8c3a9f7bb4b4a2e864440b40d267d19e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Psylocke<br><strong>Location:</strong> Forest Outskirts<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sunday, Sept 3 just after midnight<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Content:</strong> Teaching a lesson<br><hr><br>“You will always be weaker, slower, and smaller than your opponent.&nbsp; Train for it.&nbsp; Fight or wear the collar Rahne.&nbsp; That is all there is to life.&nbsp; You either fight or you submit to what will happen.”<br><br>The distance between the pair seemed to be as nothing.&nbsp; Psylocke was soon behind her, hands against her clothing.&nbsp; Materials seemed to also count for little as the woman’s touch seemed to burn through them and press on the flesh of the other woman.&nbsp; Subtly she manipulated Rahne into the pose she wanted.&nbsp; A guiding hand now instead of a throaty punch, she pressed the woman into place.&nbsp; At her ear she gave a true whisper.<br><br>“Eyes and groin.&nbsp; Everyone has them and they all hurt.&nbsp; There is no such thing as rules in a fight except the one who lives walks away and doesn’t have to wear the collar.”<br><br>As if to place emphasis on the collar aspect of the rules, Psylocke set her fingers across the other woman’s throat.&nbsp; There was no pressure placed there, no digging of nails into skin.&nbsp; Instead she simply placed a kiss to Rahne’s temple before moving to stand in front of her again.<br><br>“Remember to rest on the balls of your feet.&nbsp; This is just the beginning so that you may move and adapt to what comes next.&nbsp; As for who I am, right now I am your teacher.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>11-03-2017, 18:36:08</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/31/84/bb/3184bbdd8d9857152b334b835a49d680.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Location:</strong> Forest Outskirts<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sunday, Sept. 3, 2017: Midnight<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Betsy Braddock | Psylocke (CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Ah! Ninjas!<br><hr><br>"Life isn't all 'bout fighting!" Rahne tried to protest, although she was starting to suspect she was preaching to the choir on this matter. "There's more to life than just--"<br><br>And once again she was cut off. This woman was fast, and Rahne almost didn't see her move. Her reaction time was pathetic, however, and she didn't manage to so much as flinch until the woman was behind her. Her body tensed and tightened at feeling hot hands press through her clothing. It was only the lack of pain and the lack of a burning smell that kept her from panicking, thinking she was being set aflame. But, afraid of being hurt, she allowed the woman to manipulate her body, nudging and guiding her into the fighting stance she had showed off earlier. <br><br>The whisper at her ear sent a shiver down her spine, movement that the woman would easily feel. When a hand set across her throat, Rahne gulped, an leaned her head back to try and avoid the grip--red hair pressed back into the taller woman's chest, her breath shaky. Flashes of rather inappropriate things shot through her mind, and oh she hoped this woman wasn't a psychic...Her breath caught at the kiss to her temple, and then, like that, she was let go.<br><br>She shivered again, as the cold night air replaced the body heat that had just left her.<br><br>"I...but..." she protested slightly. But Rahne had been long conditioned to obey authority. A reverend's hand, a scientist's instructions, a professor's guidance...and by calling herself a teacher, the woman had made it harder, subconsciously, for Rahne to argue back. "Then...what comes next?" she asked, accent heavy in her shaky voice. She stayed in the stance, at least, and shifted to the balls of her feet. It felt weird, very weird, but...
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>11-03-2017, 19:11:29</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a8/cf/15/a8cf1558e42adc710dfc4e8dbc943f2f.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/fc/a3/96/fca3963fef59a0e11e890058c90b96be.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rogue | Roberto de Costa<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the lawn, beside a tree<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Thursday, September 7th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Having a picnic with friends.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br>Roberto just flashed Camelia a charming grin. His tanned features, his exotic good looks, on full display...Not that he would get far with it, he knew. The blonde was ever going to be the apple just out of reach, as sad as it was. But her choices were her choices. Odd as they might be, he could respect them. <br><br>And...enjoy the sights while he did, at least.<br><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/b2/6f/be/b26fbe2daaebb5087d624799331029d1.jpg)</div>"I think I'd be more startled if you didn't..." he continued to tease the blonde. Rogue just groaned and rolled her eyes. He was just awful, sometimes...How any girl let Roberto in close, she had no idea. And yet he was popular around the ladies, that was for sure. When Cam asked him to go and get some wine, he groaned. He had just laid down! But she battered her eyes, and so..."Oh, fine, fine...I think I know the girl at the bar today. She might let me sneak one out..."<br><br>"In favor of a <em>massage</em> later, right?" Rogue quipped at him. He just winked though as he jumped up and sauntered off to go and get the drinks.&nbsp; As Cam sat up to rub her thigh again, Rogue shifted a bit, pulling away from the touch as she pressed about the details of the meeting Roberto had led slip. "Cam, please..." she pleaded a bit about the touching. "Maybe later, 'kay? Ah just...Ah don't want to think of Salem, or Heather, or...And shush. Ah'm not pretty. And I saw--"<br><br>"Uh...Hello..." <br><br>Rogue was welcome for the distraction, as Rahne walked up. The girl looked as shy as ever, but cute. Dressed in a cute little pink dress, black tie in her hair, messenger bag under an arm. Glancing between the two girls, she chewed on her bottom lip briefly, before slowly starting to sit. Rogue just nodded to her, and took her arrival as the sign that they could finally eat, picking up some stuff to make a sandwich. <br><br>"Ah passed Bobby...Is he coming back?"<br><br>"Mhm...The princess just sent her blue-balled knight off to get some wine." Rogue answered, a bit bluntly. It made Rahne blush, but, that was the Scot's problem, not hers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>11-03-2017, 22:49:23</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f5/2a/44/f52a4492781a66d2f30f6a155f0eac60.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the lawn, beside a tree<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue, Robert, Rahne, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Having a picnic with friends.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br><strong>"You are pretty, so stop fighting it,"</strong> she whispered with a smile before looking up to Rahne as she sat down.<strong> "Speaking of pretty, I love your dress, Rahne. You are too cute sometimes," </strong>she teased before crawling over and giving her friend a hug. She made sure to let her go and crawl back to her spot and putting her water bottle between her legs again before speaking.<strong> "I'm glad you could make it. I know you probably had to beat some boys with a stick to get them off of you today in that outfit, huh?"</strong> Camelia couldn't help but compliment her, being that she didn't often see Rahne in a dress. It looked good on her.<br><br><strong>"He's getting some good wine, not the cheapo stuff, hopefully. He should be back soon if he doesn't end up chatting it up with the girl at the bar, but you know how he is. And I'm not a princess, though I would LOVE to have a tiara,"</strong> she teased as she shot a playful look to Rogue.<br><br>Cam opened up a paper bag and took out some napkins and plastic utensils, setting it on the stack of paper plates for everyone to take what they needed.<strong> "So what have you been up to today? Anything fun going on? Any parties you might know of? I've been dying for there to be another party, but everyone seems so caught up with the whole Salvation thing. Did you see it? That guy's such a jerk. I would love to spit in that guy's food. He wouldn't know what hit him." </strong>Cam was typically a non-violent person, but she really didn't like Salvation after the stunt he had pulled. <strong>"I haven't met the new girl yet. I heard she's a bit of a bitch, though, but you know rumors. Especially around here. Do you remember when I first got here?"</strong> she asked, turning her attention to Rogue. <strong>"Some guy, I don't even remember who, told everyone that he and I made out and he got to third base with me. I had no idea who the kid even was. And apparently he didn't try to find out about me at all before making up such a ridiculous lie. But I guess boys will be boys, right?"</strong> she mentioned with a shrug and swiped another grape, popping it into her mouth.<br><br><strong>"How much you wanna bet Roberto is flirting up a storm in there?"</strong> she asked as she looked over her shoulder, towards the entrance. <strong>"One of these days, he's gonna show up with lipstick marks all over his face and neck. Or a hickey."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>11-03-2017, 23:48:36</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e6/b9/66/e6b966a6fb49c19181d2cb6d597c1b78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pride | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion, watching outside<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, 08:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Piotr<br><strong>Content:</strong> Finding something she didn't know she needed<br><hr><br>All too early, Kitty seemed to have shown her ace in the hole as it were. The light caress of lips kissing along her neck made her weak, turning mild protests and an attempt to get up and move away completely useless. Her eyes remained closed, the feel of him grinding back making her whimper softly. There was more to this than mere physical attraction. This was genuine desire for the person.<br><br>"P...Pete...." her voice was barely over a whisper, coming out in something akin to a moan. Everywhere his lips touched seemed to light her flesh on fire. She felt his arousal as well, and couldn't seem to stop the gentle movement of her hips against him. "W....what about....mmm...classes...." She wasn't convincing even herself. Hell, the fact she wasn't moving away from him showed that she was exactly where she wanted to be.<br><br>"God...you feel so good...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>12-03-2017, 04:31:39</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/8c/3a/9f/8c3a9f7bb4b4a2e864440b40d267d19e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Psylocke<br><strong>Location:</strong> Forest Outskirts<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sunday, Sept 3 just after midnight<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Content:</strong> Warning or invitation...?<br><hr><br><br>“Life is conflict, life is fighting.&nbsp; You fight your parents, fight yourself, fight others and eventually you will lose your fight for life.&nbsp; How you choose to fight all that is left to you.”<br><br>Every step the dark haired woman took was a silent one.&nbsp; The silence did not seem intentional but rather instinctual, as if she had been not only taught but conditioned to move in a set pattern that produced no sound.&nbsp; Softly she would extend her hand to touch and press, testing the stance before those hands would then assist Rahne in moving first to one side and then another.<br><br>Their bodies were kept close during this time.&nbsp; Dark hair mingling with red, brushing and touch the cheeks of the other woman as if by intent.&nbsp; The scent of Japanese flowers would infiltrate the senses of Rahne, fill them while Psylocke pressed and pushed against her.&nbsp; Lips nearly grazed flesh more than once before the woman was satisfied.&nbsp; Even those denim covered thighs opened and pressed to her before she finally stepped away.<br><br>“First you will learn these movements I am teaching.&nbsp; You will practice them before your run and after your run.&nbsp; Yes I know you run.&nbsp; You will also practice them before dinner and before bed.&nbsp; Every night until this night next week when I will inspect you.&nbsp; Also every meal you will eat an orange but you will eat it by pressing your thumbs into the center and opening it up.”<br><br>Psylocke lifted her hands as if cupping an orange to demonstrate the motion.&nbsp; Then she extended those cupped hands so that her fingernails slipped under Rahne’s jaw and then chin.&nbsp; Slowly she tilted the other’s mouth upward to brush their lips together.&nbsp; There were words spoken so that they both felt their lips move against each other and breath exchanged.<br><br>“I am a telepath by the way and you are not ready for me.&nbsp; But if you disagree...my door is always open."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>12-03-2017, 14:26:15</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/mfs9DGd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers | “Cyclops”<br><strong>Location:</strong> Tennis Court<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 3rd, 4:50 pm <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salem and Rogue say goodbye until tomorrow night.<br><strong>wearing:</strong> Autumn Tennis Clothes (http://i.imgur.com/XrBXtHZ.jpg) -- &nbsp;No more sweater though, this Tank Top is underneath (http://i.imgur.com/g9wXhu3.jpg)<br><hr><strong>“Mmhmm”</strong> She hummed softly and nodded her head. Her eyes had closed as well behind the ruby quartz. Rogue needed affirmation about being admired, twice. Salem just nodded for the third take.<br><br>This had gone so well. Salem was shocked. She smiled at Rogue with a comforted feeling in her chest. The feeling spread down to her fingers and toes. A full body sensation of happiness. She’d dried herself, and she found herself starting to feel cool again. The adrenaline rush that she’d gotten from pushing herself a bit too hard was starting to fade. But her dopamine levels continued to rise,<em> ‘I can practically feel it.’</em> She closed her eyes to take a deep breath. <em>‘This is good.’</em><br><br><strong>“Drink with an x-men... “</strong> She laughed, repeating Rogue, and just biting her lip in response, unwilling to expose any of herself more for the moment. She had already told Rogue that she liked older men quite a bit. Repeating it now wouldn’t have been nice, not while the two of them were flirting and enjoying the idea of being a couple, even if it was a fantasy.<br><br>Salem enjoyed the only kind of kiss Rogue could give her, and she hummed in response to the intimate intention. Her eyes fluttered a bit, it was a good sensation, and the closest she’d gotten to a kiss in years. <em>‘Oh god.’ </em>She was glad that had stayed inside, over reacting to something so innocent would have been a bit too telling.<br><br><strong>“I want keep you waiting, promise.” </strong>Their interaction was winding down, their tone of voices were going down in register, and they were preparing to leave each other’s company. It felt sudden tonight, it had never felt like that before. So, Salem knew what that might instinctively. <em>‘I don’t want her to leave. I want to go back to her room?’ - ‘Do I?’ - ‘I mean, if I went back to her room, I would be sleeping on the floor probably, or with her roommate.’ - ‘Heather Donald…’ - ‘Oh wow… Rogue lives with Heather Donald.’ - ‘Rogue is repressed, Heather has an armful right now… I wonder if that’s a good pairing.’ - ‘Just maybe it would be-’ - ‘OOoop!’</em> Rogue’s hand came around for a hard smack on Salem’s ass, and Salem actually moaned.<em> ‘I’m gonna tend to myself tonight, I’ll have to.’</em> <br><br><strong>"Tomorrow Night, Bye Rogue."</strong> Her voice was gentle and full of longing.<br><br>Salem took a few moments to watch Rogue walk away before she packed her bag up. She left two tennis balls on the court, unable to locate them in the dark. She was chilly by the time she was following Rogue into the mansion. The girl that she had a date with tomorrow night had already found her way inside. Salem happily marched toward the school with her racket over her shoulder. <br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>-END OF SCENE-</strong></span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>12-03-2017, 18:28:47</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Jqokx3p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Heather Donald | "Highlights"<br><strong>Location:</strong> Forest on outskirts of property<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 6. - 11:30 pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde<br><strong>Content:</strong> Heather walks with Kitty down the path talking about various subjects including the taste of Kitty's mouth. She even sings a bit more.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;These clothes (http://i.imgur.com/DF5IDNB.png) &amp; These Boots (http://i.imgur.com/qFLC5ev.jpg)<br><hr>It was a simple task that required no effort for Heather, to live in the moment. She tried not to use it as an excuse to do whatever she wanted. But, often it was the driving force behind her countless mistakes in the past. And, this one would be included with the same excuse. It didn’t feel like a mistake. It felt beautiful, it felt like two young girls being intimate with each other, being excited, being alive. She didn’t have the ability to think about what she might have been doing to other people. <br><br>At this point, as she was running away from Heather towards the destination that she’d had in her mind from the start. There was a tiny cave on a rock face near the edge of the property. The mouth of the cave faced away from the school. She’d found it a few months ago, and she hadn’t taken anyone there yet. It had been a private place for a while, but Kitty seemed to be the perfect fit. Heather didn’t know why she’d never brought Rogue there. The two of them had clicked so well in their dorm, it never felt like they needed to go out and explore for special places to be alone.<br><br>The wind was still gone, how could she manage to think about something besides Kitty’s body, and her own. <br><br>Heather smiled as she waited for Kitty to catch up with her. She wrapped her arm around Kitty’s arm as they closed the distance together. She giggled at the notion of being a siren. <strong>"Oh you." </strong>Heather was seriously smitten. The idea of seducing her seemed odd. Heather had perfected the art so naturally, that nothing felt like suggestion anymore. In her mind, it was basically just a matter of time before this happened with Kitty. <strong>"I might be a bit of a monster, but I'm not gonna steal your soul, promise..."</strong> A few seconds passed, <strong>"are you afraid you might like me too much?"</strong> She seemed to be unnaturally excited at that prospect.<br><br><strong>“I’m pretty sure Siren’s were better singers than me.” </strong>She giggled a bit at the idea, and decided to provide another example. <strong>"As you'll see, when I sing the chorus, I sound like a traffic horn."</strong> She cleared her throat and straightened her back, this time dancing as she walked, shaking her hips and offered one of her hands to the sky for dramatic effect. Heather picked up the chorus of the song she’d been singing for Kitty to continue to display her inability to sing. As she started again, her grip on Kitty’s hand tightened. <strong>“I kissed a girl! And I liked iii-it!” - “The taste of her cherry chapstick!” </strong>She was a theatrical little bird, even though her voice was far from trained, she gave the song some justice. It was a bratty tune, and her timbre matched it pretty well. <strong>“I kissed a girl and I liked iii-it!” </strong>That line was fun to sing.<br><br><strong>“That’s a good song.”</strong> Heather checked behind them and giggled. Both of her hands were pinching Kitty’s right hand. <strong>“We’re so far from the school. I don’t know why I keep looking back.” </strong>She let some silence pass, rubbing at the other girl’s hand and wrist, stepping along with her, making eyes at her as they walked. She started to feel that slick softness take over her lower body. Her panties were starting to be a problem. As they continued moving along the path, Heather saw the rock up ahead with the cave on the other side. <strong>“There, that rock! That’s where we’re going.” - “We’re way close.”</strong><br><br>She didn’t bother breaking away from Kitty again, it was too nice to be attached to her. <strong>“You sort of taste like Apricots… and something else.”</strong> She could still taste Kitty in her mouth. She laughed, <strong>“well, apple cider of course.”</strong> Her laugh continued. <strong>“But Apricots, I think...and something else.”</strong> She repeated herself, a bit upset that she couldn’t place the taste she had lingering in her mouth.<strong> “I’ll figure it out.” </strong>Her voice was gentle and suggestive. Her lip was between her teeth, and her eyes were swimming in sexy thirst. Her mind was be busy with exciting images and the imagined sound of Kitty’s mewling sex moans. She was anxious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>12-03-2017, 19:46:06</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a8/cf/15/a8cf1558e42adc710dfc4e8dbc943f2f.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/fc/a3/96/fca3963fef59a0e11e890058c90b96be.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rogue | Roberto de Costa<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the lawn, beside a tree<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Thursday, September 7th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Having a picnic with friends.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br>Rogue just huffed and grumbled as Camelia insisted on calling her pretty. The blonde was facing a losing battle that day, with the mood that the Southern belle was in. There was an open wound, raw, still left on her from the early hours of the morning. An incident blown out of proportion, with wrong falling on both sides. More on hers, than Heather's, but Rogue was yet being too irrational to see that. She'd opened up and given in to a moment too easily, and had pulled back too harshly when she saw the world correcting itself.<br><br>She had expected the worst and gotten it, and now her hole was one she had dug herself. And she was in no mood to open up and let someone else hear about it.<br><br>"Oh, thank you," Rahne said with a soft smile as Camelia complimented her. Her hands moved to smooth out the dress some, modest as it was. Her pale arms were bare, and the barest hint of cleavage, which her cross necklace rested comfortably above. Hers was an innocent beauty, one still mostly unaware of how pretty she was, despite the efforts of a few lately. At the mention of boys, though, her cheeks flared red, though, and she quickly shook her head. "No, no boys," she chuckled nervously, "Ah don't think Ah have to worry about that hanging around you."<br><br>"Girls, then?" Rogue hummed out, just trying to tease. But Rahne's cheeks flared an ever darker red, and the shy girl looked away. A nerve had been struck, and seeing the frown that twitched at Rahne's lips, Rogue didn't press. <br><br>Cam took the topic to Salvation, then, and the happy mood at the blanket calmed some. Rogue grumbled, just shaking her head, disgusted at the government's show of force. Rahne just bit her lip. Frightening as it had been...Salvation didn't seem like an evil man. But smarter minds than hers were in charge of thinking how to respond to him. All she hoped was that she would never have to meet him again.<br><br>"Yolande? She's..." Rahne started, her cheeks still red as she remembered playing the piano the day before for the singing beauty, "She's...not so bad..." <br><br>"Yeah, well, seems she picked a fight...Got herself and Kitty in trouble." <br><br>The conversation shifted again, though, and both girls chuckled softly at Cam's teasing of Roberto.<br><br>"He has, though!" Rahne said, smiling some, looking at the blonde as she gave away one of her friend's secrets, "But he shifts forms and gets rid of the evidence." <br><br>"Gonna have to up you game then, Cam," Rogue just hummed out, "Must be losing you touch if he's letting himself get distracted so quickly from you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>12-03-2017, 19:56:45</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/31/84/bb/3184bbdd8d9857152b334b835a49d680.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rahne Sinclaire<br><strong>Location:</strong> Forest Outskirts<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sunday, Sept. 3, 2017: Midnight<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Betsy Braddock | Psylocke (CLOSED)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Ah! Ninjas!<br><hr><br>Rahne's teeth gritted slightly as the woman continued to challenge her world view. This time, though, it was panged with sadness. But she wouldn't have known that the younger redhead had no parents. That she had been raised in an orphanage, by a man that had beaten all fight out of her--literally. This time she bit back a response, though, knowing it would be dismissed and challenged as well.<br><br>So silence reigned, as the woman continued to shift and test her stance. The redhead wasn't sure what was happening any more. They were touching quite a bit, as the woman's body circled her, brushed her, more often and in more places that seemed quite appropriate. Whether or not it was Psylocke's intention, the teasing and seductive touches kept Rahne pliable and open to suggestion--she obeyed the Japanese woman, as flowers filled her senses and instructions were given. Her body tingled wherever the woman touched her, until wet heat was starting to build between her legs.<br><br>Dark thoughts started to mix in with the sinful ones, about what this woman could do to her. Each imagining of their bodies closer was countered with the reverend's scoldings and beatings. This was sinful, and wrong--it had to be, she knew it was. But yet she trembled, and wanted more...<br><br>Why? Why did she have to be tested so?<br><br>"Every night?" she repeated softly, surprised. The thought of this woman inspecting her for the next week was oddly thrilling...and more than a bit nerve wracking. But she nodded, her chin pressing down right as the woman's hand caught her face. Rahne's breath caught in her throat as her head was tilted up, Psylocke's eyes filling her vision, as lips brushed her own from the whispers. Her cheeks flared red at embarrassment of her thoughts being heard--and the suggestion that they might happen. <br><br>"Ah..." she started, before the movement of her lips brushing Psylocke's made her shiver. "But...you...will teach me?' She wasn't sure if she meant how to fight, or how to approach the open door...
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>12-03-2017, 20:48:39</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e6/b9/66/e6b966a6fb49c19181d2cb6d597c1b78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pride | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the beaten path<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 6th, 11:30<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Heather<br><strong>Content:</strong> A first kiss, wearing this (http://image.dhgate.com/albu_438218775_00/1.0x0.jpg) minus the bag<br><hr><br>It should almost be a writ of passage for a girl to experience what Kitty was experiencing with Heather. She was still drunk off the intensity of the kisses they had shared. She was hot, flushed, and was shocked that she wanted more. If she had known what this evening would bring, would she still be here? Kitty didn't know...and in that moment, she really didn't care.<br><br>What she did know, was that Heather had started to run, and that caused her to pick up her pace as well. Far away from the school as they were, there was basically a zero chance of anyone else seeing them. Kitty had been at the school for four years now, and even she didn't know every inch of the massive grounds. Which was why she wasn't surprised when Heather brought her towards a rock, and a cave that she had never seen before.<br><br>As the singing continued, Kitty could only flush and smile, head shaking gently. "You're crazy, you know that? 100 percent certifiable." None of it was meant as being serious. Kitty had known Heather long enough to know she loved her...not in a romantic sense, but there was love all the same. Of course, the fact that desire was now overflowing for the rainbow-haired femme was making it hard to think. Kitty's own panties were a hot mess from those kisses...something she thought could only happen from kissing Piotr. Obviously she was wrong.<br><br>"As far as liking you too much...there is no such thing. But I'm enjoying THIS more than I should, probably..." was she? Yes was the answer. She wanted for just a moment to be free from everything...responsibility, the X-men, bigotry...non existent of that existed in this moment. It was just Heather and her taste of roses....and Kitty, who apparently tasted like apricots. It was odd, though...since Kitty never really ate apricots.<br><br>"Do you....n..need some extra research to figure it out?" They had kissed...and this was Kitty's attempt to do more of that...and maybe more of everything else. She couldn't deny that Heather was turning her on...didn't want to. Her heart was hammering, as visions of what could...and might...be danced deviously in her head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>12-03-2017, 22:38:07</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f5/2a/44/f52a4492781a66d2f30f6a155f0eac60.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the lawn, beside a tree<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue, Robert, Rahne, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Having a picnic with friends.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br>Cam pouted at Rogue's grumble and sighed softly. She hated seeing her friend like this. All she wanted to do was cheer her up somehow, but without knowing what was going on, it was difficult to do. She hated to do it, but she decided to try to ignore it. Rogue seemed to not want to talk about it and seemed to shy away from her touch, so she felt it was best to just leave it alone and move on. Luckily, conversation continued, allowing her to avoid the urge to take Rogue aside and ask her what she could do to help. Hopefully her friend would ask for help when she wanted or needed it.<br><br><strong>"Oh? You've met her, Rahne? What's she like? What did you two do? Hmm?"</strong> she teased and tossed a grape at the girl. It bounced off of Rahne's thigh and rolled onto the picnic blanket. By now, everything was set up and ready to eat and they were only waiting on the wine and the handsome man who was delivering it.<br><br><strong>"Oh? I think my game is right on point. I don't put out and he still comes back for more," </strong>she teased with a smirk.<strong> "Plus, he can go out and get hickeys all he wants, but he never lets me see them. And that is adorable in itself. In a weird way, I guess. I don't do relationships, so I wouldn't know,"</strong> she admitted, shrugging slightly at her own words. It was cute how Roberto was always there for her whenever she needed him. She was able to text him any time of night or day and he seemed to make himself available no matter what. They were the closest thing she had to an actual relationship in years and the level that they were at was perfect for her. She got to tease him and he just kept coming back for more, no matter how horny she made him. He was a handsome guy and she knew he flirted with other girls and probably slept around as well, but she didn't care. When they were together, he was all hers, and that's what she liked about him; She loved the attention.<br><br>Taking out her phone, she texted Roberto, not sure what was taking so long. "Don't make me start without you ^_~"<br><br><strong>"He's been sucking face for too long when he's got three beautiful ladies waiting on him,"</strong> she mentioned with a smile as she hit send. <strong>"Well, maybe two are waiting on him,"</strong> she added with a giggle as Rogue seemed to be fixing herself a sandwich already. Rogue and Roberto weren't really close, so she was sure he wouldn't expect her to wait on him, anyway. Cam decided to wait, though, considering she had been the one to send him to fetch some wine; And Rahne was probably too polite to start without her friend as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>13-03-2017, 00:46:36</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a8/cf/15/a8cf1558e42adc710dfc4e8dbc943f2f.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/fc/a3/96/fca3963fef59a0e11e890058c90b96be.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rogue | Roberto de Costa<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the lawn, beside a tree<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Thursday, September 7th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Having a picnic with friends.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br>Rahne just nodded when Camelia asked about the new girl. She took a few moments to think, wondering just how in-depth she wanted to go with this. She didn't want to add any new source for rumors, and she had enough issues going on lately than to let another one come up. Though she had no idea what kind of issue could come up just from talking about a simple evening playing the piano...No, no, she knew what could happen. And she did not need anyone thinking that there could be any kind of fun or anything like that going on between her and another girl.<br><br>Even if she did still have Yolande on her mind. It was almost unfair, how beautiful that woman was. And talented, judging by her singing. And just...wow...<br><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/b2/6f/be/b26fbe2daaebb5087d624799331029d1.jpg)</div>"She's...Well, she has a bit o' an ego," she admitted, shrugging a bit, "And Ah think she likes attention, but...Ah was just playing the piano in the old lounge, and she came in, and sang some. That's all..." Fidgeting some, she brushed her hand through her hair, presenting an adorable case of nerves. When Camelia responded to Rogue, though, Rahne frowned some. "Why not? Ah mean...Ah guess, with how pretty you are...You wouldn't have trouble being happy..."<br><br>Her cheeks colored some, at the compliment to the blonde, but hopefully it wasn't called out. She knew that Cam couldn't kiss people, but she didn't really know why that would stop her. But, Rahne was too tender of a heart. She wished she could have someone that would call her theirs...But she knew she shouldn't, at the same time. It would be wrong, and...Well, she didn't get out much as it was anyway.<br><br>But she giggled softly as Cam teased the absent boy, when she called him out for kissing someone for too long and keeping three girls waiting. Or, two, as Rogue was, indeed, making herself a sandwich. Rogue just looked up at Cam, sticking her tongue out at the blonde. Seconds later, though, the blonde's phone buzzed, Roberto's picture showing up on it as he answered her text.<br><br><em>Out of cups. Stay pretty, hunting one down for you ;)</em> it read.<br><br>"Is he coming?" Rahne asked, scooting a bit closer to Cam, to try and peer at the message. When she did, though, her bag spilled over, with her sketchbook and her charcoal pencils falling out. And moments later, a shadow cast over them, as Roberto returned, victorious, with a bottle of wine and a small pack of solo cups.<br><br>"Hah! Now, that was an adventure..." he chuckled. Sitting on the opposite of Cam, so the blonde was not between him and Rahne, with Rogue in front of her, he set the bottle down and passed the cups around. "Well, seems someone wasn't waiting..." he chuckled, looking at Rogue, who just shrugged. He didn't mind, though, and just started to pour some wine--Cam first, skipping Rahne as he knew she didn't drink, and offering to Rogue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>13-03-2017, 01:53:15</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f5/2a/44/f52a4492781a66d2f30f6a155f0eac60.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the lawn, beside a tree<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue, Robert, Rahne, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Having a picnic with friends.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br><strong>"Attention, huh? Looks like there's a lot of us out there, huh?"</strong> she joked, knowing she was very much an attention-seeker. <strong>"I'm not sure if that means she and I will get along or if we'll clash like crazy, but I feel like it wouldn't be a normal relationship." </strong>Camelia had no problem spending time with other attention-seekers, but she knew that some needed the spotlight all the time while she, herself, simply needed someone to be with her. She didn't need to be the center of attention, she simply needed some attention.<br><br>After saying she isn't a relationship type of girl, Rahne seemed to respond in a way that she didn't exactly expect. <strong>"Well,"</strong> she began, not sure how to quite put it. She and Rahne hadn't really had the conversation about why she chose to be single and abstinent.<strong> "I don't really care about having a sexual relationship. I just care about having friends. And even if I couldn't flirt around with any of them, I'd still be happy just having them around. Like, I don't tease Rogue so much, for instance, but she's one of my closest friends and I truly cherish her,"</strong> she mentioned and glanced over to Rogue to see if her bit of sweet honesty helped her demeanor at all. <strong>"With Roberto, I enjoy the friendship we have and how much he lets me get away with, cause it does let off some steam, but I could never have a sexual relationship with him. I couldn't feel comfortable having sex with anyone without duct tape covering my mouth. And when that's the option, I would rather just stay abstinent than ruin the romance."</strong> Rahne was a smart girl and she hoped that she would understand why Cam was the way she was.<br><br>After not too long, her phone buzzed and she looked at the message and smiled. He was such a sweetie. As Rahne tried to read her phone, she turned it to allow her to read it, but became immediately distracted by the things that spills out of her friend's bag. She set her phone down and helped the girl out with gathering her things. <strong>"You draw?" </strong>she asked with an excited smile. <strong>"Do you draw portraits? I've been dying to model again and I would do anything if you would draw me."</strong> Without even asking, she flipped open the sketch pad to see some of Rahne's work. <strong>"These are really good. This is amazing! I was just telling Rogue that I wanted to model for one of those charcoal art classes, right?"</strong> she asked, turning to look to Rogue so Rahne didn't think she was lying.<strong> "I was thinking nude modelling, but I know you'd probably have trouble looking at me nude, so whatever is fine. Do you know anyone else who would be interested?"<br></strong><br>She had barely noticed the interaction between Rogue and Roberto. This was too exciting to pull her attention from.<strong> "Oh, I would just love you to death if you could set something up."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>13-03-2017, 14:02:50</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a8/cf/15/a8cf1558e42adc710dfc4e8dbc943f2f.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/fc/a3/96/fca3963fef59a0e11e890058c90b96be.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rogue | Roberto de Costa<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the lawn, beside a tree<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Thursday, September 7th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Having a picnic with friends.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br>Rahne could only smile rather sheepishly and shrug slightly as Camelia wondered what it would be like for her with Yolande around. That she had no idea about, and wasn't comfortable thinking about how the other beauty would act when the two met. If they met. The school was a big place, after all, and there were a lot of student. It was entirely possible, she supposed, that the two would never even cross paths. It was unlikely, but possible. And as much as she wanted to say or think that everyone would get along...<br><br>...Well, her hand moved up to rub lightly around her neck, remembering the feel of the collar those bullies had forced on her not even a week ago. Sadly, not everyone got along. Some people seemed intent on causing issues. <br><br>"Ah see..." she murmured softly as Cam explained her relationship choices. Or, lack thereof. It sounded odd to her, but, who was she to judge? There was nothing wrong with the blonde's lifestyle, unlike her own. If only she could be a bit more like her friend, then. "Well, as long as you're happy, right? That's always the important one." she said, giving Cam a kind smile. A somewhat shy smile, as awkward as things had just gotten, but kind all the same. And naturally that was when she had to go and spill her bag, with her sketchbook being spotted by the blonde, and quickly snatched up. "Wait, please, don't--!"<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/b2/6f/be/b26fbe2daaebb5087d624799331029d1.jpg)</div><br>But it was too late, Camelia had snatched up her sketchbook. Rogue stayed out of it, she had been the one to mention it to Cam after all. And the belle was smiling just a bit after the blonde had called on her as one of her closest friends. She didn't have so many of those, after all, that she could scoff off a sincere label like that. Rahne's sketchbook, though, was full of primarily environmental pieces. Drawings of the school, from various places and angles, and the surrounding grounds. A forest glade...There were a few character pieces though. Laura, her roommate, the Wolverine, in great detail. A woman dressed as a ninja. The smiling, happy Kitty...Rahne had some talent, it seemed.<br><br>"Ah mean, Ah guess Ah can do some sketches..." she mumbled, embarrassed, slowly taking her stuff back, "You can probably find someone better, Ah really just do charcoal. But sorry, Ah don't really know anyone else into art. This is just my small hobby...Ah don't take classes." <br><br>"Well, I guess I need to learn to draw now..." Roberto snickered, reaching over and giving Rahne a slight shove, "Someone's getting all the luck with the girls lately." That sent Rahne's cheeks crimson, as Roberto's harmless tease unknowingly struck a nerve. <br><br>"Oh, leave the poor girl alone Ball Boy," Rogue sighed, "Stick with soccer. It's all you're good at."<br><br>"Oooh, ouch..." he chuckled, not offended, instead just taking a bite of an apple he picked up. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>13-03-2017, 16:29:19</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f5/2a/44/f52a4492781a66d2f30f6a155f0eac60.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the lawn, beside a tree<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue, Robert, Rahne, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Having a picnic with friends.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br><strong>"Yeah, I'm pretty happy with the setup I have now. It's not ideal, but everyone has something they have to live with. But I've come to terms with it. Been doing it for years now, so it's not that hard anymore. But in the beginning, oh my God it was difficult. And I was labeled as a tease in school and there were a bunch of rumors that I never had a boyfriend because I was sleeping with a teacher. But I preferred those rumors over being found out. Kids will be kids."</strong> Camelia had one boyfriend in her life and her relationship ended abruptly when her powers began to emerge. She couldn't give him a good reason other than lying and saying she just didn't like him anymore. It was heartbreaking, but she couldn't tell him the truth. So she let him go and watched him rebound with so many girls just to spite her. It was her punishment and she accepted it, but it left her with a pain in her heart at the sight of anyone kissing.<br><br>Cam closed the sketch pad and gave it back to Rahne, noticing that she was trying to put all her things away. <strong>"You're really good. I would love if you would draw me. Please? I'll get all dressed up and you can put me anywhere you want. You seem to like the outdoors, so we can do something somewhere pretty. Pleeeaaase?"</strong> she begged, moving onto her knees in front of the girl. <strong>"Is there anything you want? I can get you a pretty new dress. My dads love shopping."</strong> She knew that Rahne wouldn't necessarily accept money in exchange for allowing her to model, but maybe she could sweeten the deal with a gift.<br><br>Hearing the interaction between Rogue and Roberto, she looked over and playfully shushed them before turning back to Rahne.<strong> "There's a dress that I saw online that would look amazing on you. Hold on, let me find it." </strong>She picked her phone up from the ground and opened up a web browser before typing.<strong> "You're gonna love it. It's so pretty and would fit your body perfectly. You'll look amazing in it, I promise." </strong>After a moment of searching, she handed over her phone to show her the picture of the <strong>dress</strong> (http://ak2.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/cid/38119115/id/nigrWHX04BGqLDv81_DYeA/size/y.jpg) she was talking about.<strong> "I was going to buy it myself, but I'm far too tall for it. It would be dangerously short on me. Isn't it pretty?" </strong>she asked, hoping to get the girl to agree.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>14-03-2017, 00:53:50</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a8/cf/15/a8cf1558e42adc710dfc4e8dbc943f2f.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/fc/a3/96/fca3963fef59a0e11e890058c90b96be.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rogue | Roberto de Costa<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the lawn, beside a tree<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Thursday, September 7th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Having a picnic with friends.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br>"Hey...Better than the alternative, Cam..." Rogue sighed, shaking her head and looking up from her sandwich (and her back and forth with Sunspot) as the blonde defended her decisions. She, of all people, could understand why Camelia did what she did. There probably wasn't anyone at the school better suited to understand the girl's plight, or anyone better suited to understand her own. Even if Cam did still get to enjoy another's touch...Okay, maybe there was some resentment there, but only the jealous kind. "Mah powers activated when I was kissin' my boyfriend. Sucked the life right out of him. He still in a coma..."<br><br>Rogue shook her head, and Rahne bit her lip, frowning. Well, she had just gone and made things awkward, hadn't she? All because she had gotten curious when she shouldn't have. It was something that just seemed as though it would repeat time and time again, annoyingly...<br><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/b2/6f/be/b26fbe2daaebb5087d624799331029d1.jpg)</div>The topic change back to her drawing was quite the welcome one.<br><br>"Ah'm not that good..." she said with a modest humility. But, Cam's excitement over the ordeal was almost impossible to say no to. And that was before the blonde started her attempts to bribe her into agreeing. Rahne flushed at the suggestions, too simple of a girl to think such measures were necessary. Still, out of politeness, she looked at the offered dress. And, well..."That is pretty...But, Ah really don't think you have to do that...Ah'll draw you, Cam, um...Just...pick a time and place? Though, if you want color...Ah'll have to see if Ah can get new tools, Ah only have charcoal right now."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>14-03-2017, 02:44:41</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/DyLxkmN.png?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Roberto de Costa | Sunspot<br><strong>Location:</strong> Manion Front Yard<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sunday, September 10th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hourglass, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Playing some soccer when--oops!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br>It was a beautiful day outside. Clear blue skies, not a Salvation in sight, no clouds...Although, when you lived in an area with a weather witch, the fact that the weather would be perfect at any point of time was a given. It was more surprising when the weather was awful. But! That wasn't the case! The weather was good, the guys were ready to go, and it was time for the world's best pastime.<br><br>Football!<br><br>"C'mon, gotta keep up!" Sunspot laughed as he faked out two of the defenders, taking across the field, bouncing the ball expertly with his foot. This was real football, not the American testosterone garbage. They called it soccer, which made no sense. It was a ball, they kicked with their feet. American football had the ball carried by hand or thrown around. Where was the sense in calling it football? But in his eleven years in America, he had very little luck in convincing the people here of their foolishness. Apparently not all battles could be won.<br><br>But every Sunday, if he could, he organized a pick-up game among the students. And usually the turnout was pretty good. Today was an exception, perhaps because classes were staring up again in earnest. But five on five wasn't bad, and it wasn't long before the boys were stripped of their shirts. Roberto's fit physique glistened in the noontime sun, as sweat covered his body in a light sheen. Left, right, left, shoot...!<br><br>And the goalie blocked it, with his powers. A loud <em>Buuuuuuuurp!</em> echoed through the yard, the concussive wave catching the ball and sending it up field.<br><br>"Hey Belcher, come on, no powers!" Sunspot scolded, before sighing, looking for where the ball was going. And it was right for a lone figure, sitting a bit away. A girl, dark hair, that'd been watching them...Oh, crap. "Hey, <em>gata</em>, look out!" he shouted her way, as he started to jog her way, hoping she'd be okay.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>14-03-2017, 03:08:40</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f5/2a/44/f52a4492781a66d2f30f6a155f0eac60.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the lawn, beside a tree<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue, Robert, Rahne, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Having a picnic with friends.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br>Cam felt bad for Rogue. She really had no luck when it came to her powers emerging. Cam and her boyfriend were far more lucky, whether he thought of it as luck that she broke up with him or not. She could've easily melted his face if she had been in the middle of making out with him when her powers revealed themselves. And Cam, herself, would've probably screamed and gone into a panic attack at the sight. But, by the time it actually happened to someone, she was all too ready for it; Plus, he had it coming to him.<br><br>"I probably would've had to be admitted to a psych ward if I hadn't been so lucky," she mumbled softly, knowing exactly how it would've played out.<br><br>Luckily, she didn't let her mind drift too far before Rahne's sketches distracted her. She was so excited that her friend could draw and help her out with her modeling addiction. "Charcoal is fine for now, but I'll have my dads pick up some colored tools for you, but you'll have to let me send at least a picture of it to them. They'll love it!"<br><br>With a smile, she helped her friend get her books in order and back into her bag before closing it up. "We'll catch up later and figure out when. Now it's time for food. I'm starving."<br><br>Cam was in a much better mood now that she knew she was going to be modeling soon. Lifting her cup of wine, she held it with a nod to her friends. "Thank you all for joining me for this picnic. And Roberto, for getting us the wine. What would I do without you?" She winked and blew him a kiss before lifting the cup to her lips and taking a sip. "Mmm... You did get the good stuff."<br><br>Setting her cup down between her legs, she leaned over and fixed herself a sandwich before cutting it up into small pieces. She had grown accustomed to eating everything in bite-sized pieces so her parents wouldn't take a bite of her food and get hurt.<br><br>"So, anyone have anything fun going on?" she asked before popping a bite-sized piece of sandwich into her mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>14-03-2017, 03:45:54</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> Under a tree in the front lawn<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 10th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sunspot, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Drawing, then Oh!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tank (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/39/c4/69/39c4697e5b0b9070f0943ed66a50fc9e.jpg), gloves (https://img1.etsystatic.com/000/0/5588640/il_570xN.309568349.jpg), blue skinny jeans, and a pair of dirty converse sneakers<br><hr><br>Tessa was sitting in the shade, her back up against the trunk of a tree and her knees bent in front of her. It was a beautiful day out and she was enjoying the weather, and the sights. She had purposely sat facing a soccer game, enjoying the sight of handsome men with their shirts off. It was something she had grown to like a lot since coming to this school, but she still chose to watch from afar. Even with how much her newly found friends were helping her to be less awkward and invisible, she still couldn't help but return to old habits.<br><br>With her sketch pad against her knees, she had already sketched lightly in pencil and was moving on to her next step. A cluster of different colored pens were in the grass beside her, not at all organized, as she tended not to be. She was preoccupied with deciding on a color when she heard someone call out, but she didn't look up, having thought <em>gata</em> was someone's name. Obviously they were calling to someone else. But, when she selected her pen and looked back up to her sketch pad, it was too late. The ball rolled up her legs and she lifted her sketch pad to block herself from getting hit in the face, but it just caused the ball to roll up the book and fall on top of her head. It didn't hurt, but it definitely made her blush as the ball fell beside her.<br><br>Her attention was then brought to the shirtless guy who was jogging over to her. She rolled the ball over to him with an embarrassed half-smile before her right hand touched her bangs, making sure they were still in place. She hoped that by rolling the ball to him, he'd head back to the game and not pay her any mind. She wasn't used to attention and could feel all eyes on her after what had just happened, but she was determined not to use her powers for every little thing. She had done far too much over the past week and a half that she had begun to forget what things actually happened.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>15-03-2017, 05:56:16</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Jqokx3p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Heather Donald | "Highlights"<br><strong>Location:</strong> Forest on outskirts of property<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 6. - 11:30 pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde<br><strong>Content:</strong> the 4th kiss + some context. They are 10 feet away from the cave among some trees. Very nearly smut. But still very innocent in nature, PG-13 for sure.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;These clothes (http://i.imgur.com/DF5IDNB.png) &amp; These Boots (http://i.imgur.com/qFLC5ev.jpg)<br><hr>Like the wind, Heather couldn’t really feel herself walking anymore. It was just hot. Everything was starting to feel like a summer day on her body. Still floating on her erotic high, she didn’t really feel the time pass as she and Kitty explored the wilds. It was a nice place for them to be. It was their first real time together, everything before counted, but not as much as that first kiss had back on the pathway. This was a good decision. Heather had known that Kitty had never been with a woman. Of course, she hadn’t put that much thought into it. <em>‘Kitty would like that cave!’</em> had been about the extent of her planning. She hadn’t thought about the metaphor of two young women exploring their more tender sides together in the forest. <br><br>Heather didn’t know how much to respond to the idea of being certifiable right away. She sort of already knew that. But this was designed to be some kind of compliment. There was no internal deliberation. In fact, her mouth fired off right away, undecided and half aware, <strong>“I mean, sure... But, I’m fun!”</strong> She knew a few things about herself offhand to be sure.<br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>"As far as liking you too much...there is no such thing. But I'm enjoying THIS more than I should, probably..."</em></span><br><br>Heather had liked the way that Kitty said that. She didn’t know about Piotr, but Rogue’s laughing face flashed behind her eyelids. <em>‘Don’t.’ - ‘I won’t.’ -</em> <strong>“This is a good night.” </strong>She was sure that she wouldn’t go too far. Even though her body had already decided for her. <br><br>Heather was absolutely glowing. Well, not literally. She could do that in many colors, quite brightly, all over her body. But, that wasn’t happening now. She didn’t even know what caused the glowing to happen. It felt random to Heather, like a sneeze. And, it felt immeasurably more satisfying than a sneeze, but it was entirely nonsexual. It was more like that light feeling of a healthy meal and a young body, exaggerated wildly and wrapped around her brain more tightly than anything else. She didn’t know what heaven felt like, but it had to be something like how she felt when she was glowing. <br><br>And it had to feel something like this.<br><br>And then Kitty said the most seductive thing Heather had ever heard her say. The cave was about ten feet away. <strong>“Research…”</strong> Heather stopped, there were large trees all around them. Heather looked into Kitty’s eyes. It was so dark, she could hardly see them, but there they were, like two spinning diamonds, distant and up close at the same time. <strong>“There you are.” </strong><br><br>She didn’t remember leaning in. But, she remembered closing her eyes and there was something about that fourth kiss that basically sealed it for Heather completely. Kitty was so warm, her lips were soft, slick, wet, hot even. This kiss was deep, but Heather’s tongue stayed shallow. Everything gently became tight between them. Heather’s left leg went in between Kitty’s, and the other lifted, wrapping around the brunette. Heather’s back was already against a tree, so she was balanced as she pulled Kitty into her, leaning backwards, forcing herself to be under the slightly shorter Kitten.<br><br>It was only a three inch difference, and Heather had practice making herself small under another person. The flavors she had tasted before were gone. It was just raw energy now, she wasn’t thinking about what it tasted like.<br><br>The leaves were still falling from the trees here, and there were enough evergreens to start hiding the light from the moon and the stars. It was getting pretty dark. They were drawing close to the even darker cave. It was starting to feel creepy. She hadn’t planned on this.<br><br>Heather didn’t remember the kiss breaking either, but she could feel the cool wind against her lips now. She opened her eyes and looked up. <strong>“O</strong><strong>h </strong><strong>g</strong><strong>a</strong><strong>w-</strong><strong>a</strong><strong>w</strong><strong>d</strong><strong>.”</strong> she was breathy and errant. <strong>“You’re a good kisser, ya know that?”</strong><br><br>The moment seemed to linger in the best way possible, Then she spoke. <strong>“It’s scary out here… I wish I were glowing… I can do that, I just don’t know how…” </strong>Her eyes shifted down to Kitty again, and she could see those diamonds. Things seemed brighter to her now, after that long kiss, and perhaps a movement of the clouds. Heather could see the rest of her face with the darkening backdrop behind her. <strong>“We still have more to drink.” </strong>Heather held the bottle up and giggled, there was still anti-space between the two of them, and the bottle was awkwardly off to the side. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>15-03-2017, 06:45:55</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mo2ahZeOfSc/VrjTjANA_3I/AAAAAAAAyOw/YaMFW9WDKjM/s1600-r/12688187_1059428557411333_305073398904424773_n.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, 08:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty<br><strong>Content:</strong>Caution to the wind</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Every move seemed to push her closer and closer to an edge he hadn't assumed was there. In truth, he was simply passionate and wanted to show her that, but it seemed his actions had...pleasant consequences. It wasn't long before she was mewling and whimpering with pleasure. It had been quite a while since he was with a woman; he was surprised he still had it in him. He heard her whisper his name, and it made him press his full length against her just from the arousal hearing his name like that brought on.<br><br>&nbsp;"Da, Katya?" As soon as he was done talking, he went right back to kissing her. And now she was grinding against him and making no attempt at hiding it. His eyes snapped open at the thought of classes when she brought it up. What would he do about that?! It took five seconds of hard self-debate before he decided...he didn't care right now. <br><br>"They can wait. I have you here now." He smiled into a deep kiss pressed against her lips. "Feel me all you want," he huskily breathed when their lips broke contact. His hands slipped underneath her shirt to touch the bare flesh underneath. She felt so warm, so soft. <br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>15-03-2017, 07:57:04</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/JWIWv1D.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James 'Logan' Howlett<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blackbird, monitored airspace around Westchester County<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th, 2017, early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers | Cyclops<br><strong>Content:</strong> Continuing Salem's pilot lessons in the Blackbird<br><hr><br><strong>"I'm gonna take 'er into the air, then I'll transfer controls to you. You ready for this, Slim?"</strong> Unlike the young firebrand wearing his cowl, this old regenerative, adamantium-clawed mutant used Salem's nickname with no malice. In fact, as he glanced over at her, each of them sitting back in their pilot and co-pilot seats as the Blackbird glided rumbled up the runway, Logan had a small smile on his face. She was the most unexpected surprise of this new universe that he found himself in, so different from Scott Summers, yet so similar. But he felt more of a kinship with her than he ever felt with Scott, and Logan often found himself thinking at great lengths, wondering why their relationships were so different.<br><br>Perhaps it was their relative age. Scott had been older, rougher, closer to Logan in terms of maturity; He certainly hadn't looked up to Logan in any way, like Salem did. Maybe the girl was just a bit nicer than her counterpart, regardless of how young she was. Or maybe it was that she was a girl. Logan didn't like to think that he was sweet on her for being a cute little thing; She was far too young for him to even think about her in that sort of manner. He had often times in the past found himself close to younger women in a very similar manner. Between Kitty, then Jubilee, Logan always seemed to have a sidekick of sorts, someone that he could strengthen and prepare for the big world ahead of them, while they softened him around the edges and made him more human. As he adjusted to a new, familiar friendship with Salem, he tried to frame the dynamic between them in a similar way.<br><br>Logan gripped his controls and slowly pulled the stick back, tilting the nose of the plain upwards. Wind caught beneath its wings and their jets thrusted against the tarmac beneath, and soon they were angling into the air, climbing thousands of feet as rapidly as they could before stabilizing at around thirty thousand, just above the clouds. <strong>"Altitude... Steady. Tilt is level. Speed is constant. You ready, Salem? Just take your stick and take us gently north."</strong><br><br>They'd done this a few times already; She was slowly becoming a natural. Logan had demanded twenty hours in the danger room doing simulations before he'd consider putting her in the co-pilot's chair, but she'd did well and never complained. Neither of them were big talkers, but the silence between them wasn't usually awkward or tense, but friendly and understanding. In that sense, she reminded him of his Jean... The thought made him wince. He'd loved Jean... Any parallels drawn between her and Salem were just inappropriate. Slowly, Logan pulled his hands away from his sticks, letting Salem take full control for the simple maneuver. Staying in the air as easy; He'd let her take them a few hundred miles or so before navigating her back around, at which time he'd take control and angle them for a landing, all the while giving her instructions and things to remember about the various gauges and controls. <strong>"How you doin' over there? Easy stuff, right?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>15-03-2017, 13:48:47</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/DyLxkmN.png?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Roberto de Costa | Sunspot<br><strong>Location:</strong> Manion Front Yard<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sunday, September 10th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hourglass, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Playing some soccer when--oops!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br>Roberto winced as he watched the ball strike the girl, a perfect series of events letting it roll up her body to bounce right off of her head. That was...Well, now he just felt bad. She didn't seem to be hurt or in pain at least, so that was a good thing. The last thing he wanted was to have his weekly game of football ending up with someone getting hurt, and the rest of the staff potentially cracking down on what rare bits of fun and games they could get going anymore. It was bad enough no one was allowed to leave the school, at least without being on official and approved X-Men business. Worse, though, was the fact that this was a new girl. And that he knew, just because she didn't look familiar, and by now he had learned almost all of the students that were at the school.<br><br>As she rolled the ball to him, he bumped it with his foot, knocking it up into the air some so he could catch it. After that, he knelt down in front of her, flashing her a kind, if charming, smile, as he glanced her over just to make sure she was alright.<br><br>"Hey, you okay?" he asked, wanting to make sure, at least, "Sorry about that, Belcher can get excited sometimes...No harm done?"<br><br>Hm, she's a pretty girl, he thought to himself. Not the same knock-out, drop-dead pretty that Camelia was. But all the same, she was pretty. Kind of alluring, mysterious, with how she wore her hair...Time to make a new friend, maybe?
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>15-03-2017, 14:17:14</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a8/cf/15/a8cf1558e42adc710dfc4e8dbc943f2f.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/fc/a3/96/fca3963fef59a0e11e890058c90b96be.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rogue | Roberto de Costa<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the lawn, beside a tree<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Thursday, September 7th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Having a picnic with friends.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br>"Of course," Rahne just said softly, smiling as Camelia helped her finish gathering her books back up. She was nervous at the idea of having someone model for her to draw, but, it could be fun, right? It shouldn't be too much different than drawing someone from afar, just by watching them. "Ah have a lot of free time, so, just let me know...whenever you're free."<br><br>The friends quieted down as they finished getting food for themselves. Rogue, of course, was already a bit into her second helping. But she ate small portions, similar to Cam--not for any particular reason, it was just what she did. Roberto finished pouring the wine, and helped himself to a hearty sandwich. A boy need to eat and grow, after all, or that was his excuse anyway. Rahne just helped herself to some of the fruit that Rogue had found, gathering some strawberries and other light snacks. So the day seemed set to be nice and simple for them all, at least in that moment. And when Cam called him out for getting the good wine, Roberto just winked at her.<br><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/b2/6f/be/b26fbe2daaebb5087d624799331029d1.jpg)</div>"Of course. Gotta treat you right," he said, grinning, "Only the best for a girl pretty as you." <br><br>The comment made Rogue roll her eyes, and Rahne just covered her mouth, giggling softly at her friend's obvious attempt at a line. But that was what Roberto and Cam did. When they were asked if there was any fun going on, though...<br><br>"Eh...Not really. Gotta help meet and greet some new students yet, make sure they're settling in alright...Nothing fancy." he said, taking a bite of his sandwich. "Might get a pick-up football game going later. You want to come watch, Cam?"<br><br>"Just...guess Ah'll go train later. Work some stuff out," Rogue muttered.<br><br>"Nothing, really...Ah do have to see a movie with Kitty sometime, but, we haven't scheduled anything yet." Rahne admitted, her cheeks coloring slightly. "What about you, Camelia?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>15-03-2017, 22:42:09</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> Under a tree in the front lawn<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 10th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sunspot, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Drawing, then Oh!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tank (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/39/c4/69/39c4697e5b0b9070f0943ed66a50fc9e.jpg), gloves (https://img1.etsystatic.com/000/0/5588640/il_570xN.309568349.jpg), blue skinny jeans, and a pair of dirty converse sneakers<br><hr><br>Tessa sat up a little straighter and her freckled cheeks almost immediately became a rosy color as Roberto knelt down in front of her. His body was amazing, to say the least, and his shorts hung dangerously low on his hips. She did everything she could to not stare now that he was right in front of her. From afar, she was able to stare all she wanted while she hid behind her sketchpad, but here, with him looking directly at her, she tried to be as polite as possible, looking him in the eyes so her own blue-gray eyes wouldn't wander. She hugged her sketchpad to her chest, hiding the fact that she had no bra on as well as what she was drawing. She tended to be a bit secretive with some of her more personal drawings. This one was probably a bit embarrassing, having been sketching the soccer game that had been going on before her. She made sure to put great detail into some of the less-clothed players.<br><br><strong>"What? No, yeah, I'm fine. No harm done,"</strong> she replied before biting the inside of her cheek. It was a nervous habit she had when she didn't know what to do or say. <strong>"My... My name isn't Gata. I didn't realize you were calling me," </strong>she admitted, having no idea that it wasn't actually a name.<strong> "I, um... I'm... Hourglass."</strong> She seemed a bit hesitant when saying her name, as if she was questioning which name to use. She was hoping to finally start getting used to her chosen name and slowly let her old name fade away with her old life.<br><br>Her eyes moved away from his as she looked over his shoulder, seeing the goalie as he jumped up to hang from the metal pipe that lined the goal. The movement had distracted her, but also gave her something to say that might make him return to the game. <strong>"You should probably get back to your game. I think Belcher might be getting restless."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>15-03-2017, 23:34:53</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e6/b9/66/e6b966a6fb49c19181d2cb6d597c1b78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pride | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion, watching outside<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, 08:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Piotr<br><strong>Content:</strong> Finding something she didn't know she needed<br><hr><br>The feel of his fingers creeping into her shirt, and along her skin, made her shudder. It had been ages since anyone had touched her in anything even vaguely resembling an intimate manner. Over a year, with her last boyfriend who had fumbled clumsily along her body as he sought out both their pleasures....more his than hers. THis was different though. Somehow, Kitty could sense it. Doing this with someone of Piotr's experience would be different....<br><br>and more enjoyable than anything she'd ever experienced before.<br><br>Hips gently continued to grind against him, the shockwaves of pleasure sparking through her as she licked her lips, panting softly. Face lightly nuzzled into his neck before she pulled away, looking into his face. Nothing mattered at the moment....nothing but <em>them</em>. Normally she wouldn't have tried for anything further than the delightful petting they were doing. But the two of them had been doing a dance around feelings for ages. It was time to stop dancing. <br><br>Leaning into him, she lightly traced her lips along his ear. Her voice was soft...barely over a whisper as she spoke, her body pressing flush against him. "Piotr....I...I want you...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>15-03-2017, 23:53:06</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f5/2a/44/f52a4492781a66d2f30f6a155f0eac60.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the lawn, beside a tree<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue, Robert, Rahne, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Having a picnic with friends.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br><strong>"I'll take a look at my schedule when I get back to my dorm and I'll text you, if anything. I kinda just figure it out day-by-day," </strong>she replied with a smile, excited that her friend had agreed to this. Maybe sometime in the future, she'd be able to model in front of a larger group to satisfy her for longer. She had gotten so used to modeling nearly every day in front of a large group of people that she had begun to feel the mild equivalent of withdrawal.<br><br>After Roberto's sly comment, she couldn't help but bat her eyelashes at him with a coy <strong>"Who? Me?"</strong> while her friends responded differently. Roberto was a charming guy with a sweet personality, but sometimes he did make some silly pick-up lines. Cam was used to it, however, and she did enjoy them. Their friendship was far more than just casual flirting; They were good friends. Cam appreciated his silly remarks, whether they were intended to be that way or not; They were adorable, to say the least.<br><br>Sipping her wine a bit, she looked around to each of her friends as they spoke, answering her question. <strong>"Come watch? I'll come be a cheerleader. Does football have cheerleaders?"</strong> she asked, knowing that American football did, but she wasn't sure about Soccer. She wasn't that big into sports, but she would surely come support him any time. <strong>"Maybe I'll just forget the pom-poms and just jump and cheer,"</strong> she mentioned before eating another small piece of her sandwich.<br><br>Rogue seemed to still be in not the best head-space, which worried her, but she knew she would get herself out of it somehow. She always did.<strong> "Come find me afterwards if you wanna hang out," </strong>she offered, not getting into it so Rahne and Roberto didn't start asking questions. Luckily, Rahne spoke up about what she had going on. It was a better subject than to keep focused on Rogue's issues. <strong>"A movie? Rahne wouldn't be going on a date, would she?"</strong> she teased with a smile before leaning over and gently pushing her friend's thigh to let her know she was only joking. She was a little curious, though. She hadn't seen Rahne with anyone, intimately, and was curious which tree she was barking up.<br><br><strong>"I don't really have anything going on. But I think I might volunteer to meet some of the newbies coming in. I'm a friendly face, right? I won't scare them away? Do I talk too much? Cause I feel like sometimes I might talk too much. But, you guys stuck around, so that's saying something, right?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>16-03-2017, 15:40:48</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a8/cf/15/a8cf1558e42adc710dfc4e8dbc943f2f.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/fc/a3/96/fca3963fef59a0e11e890058c90b96be.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rogue | Roberto de Costa<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the lawn, beside a tree<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Thursday, September 7th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Having a picnic with friends.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br>Rahne just nodded, and gave Cam a slight smile as she said she would get in touch with her later. She couldn't blame a day-by-day style. As of late she hadn't been doing much different along those lines. And it wasn't as though she were incredibly busy or in a rush to have this over and done with. Whenever Camelia would have time to model, she was sure she could do at least a decent sketch of her. Drawing one of her friends, though...It was a bit nerve-wracking. Especially one like the blonde. If she really had been an actual model outside of the school, Rahne wasn't sure how well she and her sketchpad could hold up to that level of expectation. She could only do her best, though, and hope that would be good enough.<br><br>So she let the focus drift from her and to the other, sighing a bit in relief for the moment as she focused on her food. Roberto just gave Cam a wink when she questioned who he was complimenting, enjoying the coy look she gave him, before putting his lunch down when she asked about cheerleader.<br><br>"Not usually," he admitted, before shrugging, "But so what? Come anyway, be awesome, enjoy the show." Winking at her, he just picked up his food again. <br><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/b2/6f/be/b26fbe2daaebb5087d624799331029d1.jpg)</div>Rogue, meanwhile, just offered Cam a tight smile and a nod when she insisted that she come find her later to talk. She knew, it just...How could she talk about it? It was pure stupidity on her part. And while Cam could likely understand where she was coming from, at the same time, it was just...Thankfully, Cam's attention shifted back to Rahne. The poor girl chocked on her water though, nearly spitting it out as a hand clamped over her mouth, face going red when the blonde asked if she had a date.<br><br>"N-No!" she said, even if that was exactly what Kitty had been taunting her with. "Just friends! Ah mean...Yeah. We're just friend. That's all..." she mumbled, thoroughly embarrassed. <br><br>"You know Rahne, there's nothing wrong with liking girls. I mean, I love them! What's not to like?" Roberto teased, trying to lighten the mood, not having a clue the kind of nerve he just poked. Rahne merely turned as red as her hair, and tried to sink down into herself, just sighing and shaking her head. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>16-03-2017, 16:43:12</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/DyLxkmN.png?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Roberto de Costa | Sunspot<br><strong>Location:</strong> Manion Front Yard<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sunday, September 10th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hourglass, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Playing some soccer when--oops!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br>Roberto nodded a bit as the girl affirmed that she was fine. And she didn't seem to be lying, so, that was good. She also didn't seem angry, so, that was better. It would have made a good day fairly awful if she would have gotten upset over all of this and did...something. It was usually hard to tell what people at this school might do until they did it. The very worst case, he imagined she could have some kind of toxic spit like Camelia, and spit in his face. Or shoot him with a laser. Or attack his mind and drop him into some kind of eternal nightmare. There were plenty of things she could potentially do that were less than pleasant. Hell, she could make him smell like a skunk all day...<br><br>But as she introduced herself, he chuckled a bit at their misunderstanding. Her name gave some clue, at least, to what she could do. He would guess something with time...or sand. Or both. Hourglasses had sand in them, right?<br><br>"Nice to meet you, Hourglass," he said with a smile, offering a hand for her to shake, "I'm Sunspot. Or, Roberto. Robert. Bobby...Take your pick. And, '<em>gata</em>' isn't a name. I didn't know you so...In English, it means 'pretty girl.'" Technically it meant cat, but, that was the context it was often used with in Brazil. When she pointed back to the guys waiting for him though, he shrugged, and just stood, throwing the ball back down their way so they could keep playing. He needed a breather anyway. And, this was a face he didn't recognize, so that should change, right?<br><br>"Eh, I could use a break...Mind if I sit with you? You have a nice view up here..." he said, smiling at her, "Are you new here? I don't think I've seen you before."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>16-03-2017, 18:42:20</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> Under a tree in the front lawn<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 10th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sunspot, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Awkward meeting with Roberto<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tank (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/39/c4/69/39c4697e5b0b9070f0943ed66a50fc9e.jpg), gloves (https://img1.etsystatic.com/000/0/5588640/il_570xN.309568349.jpg), blue skinny jeans, and a pair of dirty converse sneakers<br><hr><br>Tessa looked at his hand as he extended it out to her before reaching up to take it. Her gloved hand lightly gripped his and shook his hand in a hardly firm handshake as he introduced himself. She decided on Sunspot, being that it was the name he chose to give himself, or so she assumed. It wasn't long before she was blushing again, though, after hearing that he had been calling her pretty. She still wasn't used to it, not matter who said it. She'd already been called pretty several times, two of whom had actually seen the scar she hid behind her bangs. It was so ingrained in her that she was a monster, as she had been told time and time again by her stepfather, that she was having trouble getting used to being called attractive.<br><br><strong>"Oh... Um... Sure,"</strong> she replied to his request to sit and quickly closed her sketchpad and gathered her pens so they wouldn't be in the way. She swept them under her legs, in the open space between her feet and her butt, then hugged her sketchpad to her chest again. She was becoming very self-conscious of the shirt she had decided to wear. Usually she would've worn a sweater or sweatshirt, but it was such a nice day out that she had decided to wear something a little lighter. The material was thin and the breeze easily blew through it, which made her nervous that her nipples would poke through if there was a cool breeze. She really should've worn a bra, but they were so uncomfortable!<br><br>When he sat down, she scooted away from him a bit, giving him more room as if there wasn't an entire lawn around them. She definitely didn't know how to act when a handsome guy was so close to her.<strong> "A bit new. I've been here about two weeks now. I don't usually draw attention when I can help it, so... yeah."</strong> She stopped herself from admitting that she had seen him several times already since arriving at the school. She tended to be more like a shadow in someone's peripheral vision.<br><br><strong>"I, um... I've never played soccer. Or any sports, actually. I don't really know how the game works, but it's fun to watch," </strong>she mentioned, hoping to get the attention off of her and back to the game in front of them. <strong>"Is there usually a lot of goals being made, cause I don't think there's been more than two so far.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>16-03-2017, 21:09:38</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f5/2a/44/f52a4492781a66d2f30f6a155f0eac60.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the lawn, beside a tree<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue, Robert, Rahne, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Having a picnic with friends.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br>It had been about a year since she had last modeled for any photographers or artists. The only modeling she did nowadays was simply modeling clothing to other students, but it wasn't enough to just dress up and see who noticed; She wanted something that she could look back on. All the runway shows and photoshoots left her with photographs and videos of the sessions. She wanted to be able to see herself and see how others see her. It wasn't enough to just stare in a mirror and admire her own beauty, she wanted to see what others focused on. So, when Rahne agreed to draw her, she couldn't help but start planning out in her head what she should wear and what the scenery should be. She had a lot of clothes to choose from, so much that she took up her half of the closet completely, all her dresser drawers, and even some roll-out bins under her bed. She was obsessed.<br><br><strong>"I'll try not to wear anything too distracting, unless you think it'll distract the other team more,"</strong> she teased before grabbing a baby carrot. She snapped it in two in her hands before popping one of the halves into her mouth. They had found a lot of food. There was something for everyone. Cam preferred a mostly plant-based diet and only ate meat or seafood maybe once or twice a week. Today was one of those days, having made a turkey sandwich to eat, but the rest of what she picked at still tended to be plant-based. She and Rogue didn't skimp on the food at all, though. There was plenty of varieties of meats and cheeses as well. There was something for everyone.<br><br>Cam smiled at Rogue's nod to her offer and wanted to reach out and touch her thigh, but given how her friend had been acting, she decided against it. She could tell Rogue was not in a mood to be touched, despite how long it had taken her to realize. So, instead, she kept her hands to herself for the moment before turning her attention to Rahne.<br><br>The redhead seemed embarrassed and stammered as she denied the meet-up being a date. Camelia couldn't help but smile and covered her own mouth as she couldn't keep from laughing at the exchange in front of her. before throwing the other half of her carrot at Roberto.<strong> "Oh hush. You'd love a curvy piece of driftwood if it was your only option,"</strong> she teased, playfully, trying to allow Rahne a chance to collect herself a bit. Things seemed to be getting in the swing of things now that the jokes had started. Even with Rogue's unknown problem, the picnic began to feel more cheerful and energetic. This was almost exactly what Cam had wanted with this little get-together.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>17-03-2017, 04:10:39</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/DyLxkmN.png?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Roberto de Costa | Sunspot<br><strong>Location:</strong> Manion Front Yard<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sunday, September 10th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hourglass, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Playing some soccer when--oops!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br>Roberto nodded with a smile when she told him he could sit with her. So he plopped down next to her, mindful of her personal space. He could tell that the girl was similar to Rahne--she seemed shy, a bit skittish even, and he didn't want to make her nervous or uncomfortable, while trying to get to know her. And so until he had a clue, even, about what she might enjoy, he'd even keep the flirting to a minimum. After all he was here to make new students feel welcome and comfortable at the school, and not...Well, the things that people might otherwise think about men like him.<br><br>"Two weeks? Oh, wow...I must be slacking, normally I'm around to help show the new students around and stuff...Did you meet Salem then?" he asked. Salem usually handled his job when he didn't want to do his job. They were both the school's RA's, and traded off so neither one felt overworked. It also kept them away from each other. Which was...still good, in his opinion, after how things...<br><br>...Moving on!<br><br>"You mean football?" he teased her, grinning, as she asked about the sport. Now, this was a topic he could get behind! "No, it's usually a pretty low-scoring game, unless one side is just doing...bad. It's fun to play, though. If you'd ever want to learn, I'd be more than happy to teach you. It's a great game." he said, smiling at her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>17-03-2017, 16:32:30</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> Under a tree in the front lawn<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 10th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sunspot, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Awkward meeting with Roberto<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tank (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/39/c4/69/39c4697e5b0b9070f0943ed66a50fc9e.jpg), gloves (https://img1.etsystatic.com/000/0/5588640/il_570xN.309568349.jpg), blue skinny jeans, and a pair of dirty converse sneakers<br><hr><br><strong>"Salem? Um... Not really. I mean, she showed me to my dorm, but she was pretty busy, it seemed. I kinda just figured things out for myself. Still kinda get lost sometimes, but it is a big mansion. I'm used to just walking from home to the bus stop and from the bus stop to school or the library. I never really had to memorize a more than that,"</strong> she admitted, knowing it probably sounded extremely boring. Here she was, a supposedly pretty girl who had no life prior to coming to this school. She didn't go out to the mall or to a park or the movies. All she did was go to school and go to the library; It was not something someone her age typically did.<br><br>Hourglass didn't get a tour or a welcoming party or anything. She preferred it that way, to be honest. Her first day, all she had wanted to do was stay in her dorm and get herself situated to this new life. And when her roommate had returned, she left to find the library so she could be alone. All of this was new to her. She was surrounded by people she didn't know and it was nerve-wracking. She didn't know how to act.<br><br><strong>"Football?"</strong> she mumbled quietly to herself, not realizing she was thinking aloud. <strong>"Oh, I don't think I'd be any good. I don't think I'd have the coordination," </strong>she replied, politely declining his offer. Or, at least she thought she was declining his offer. In reality, it may have just seemed that she was leaving it open for him to offer to help her with her coordination. Hourglass was actually a pretty good runner and didn't tire easily, having missed the bus on so many occasions that she had to run home to make sure she wasn't too late. But her coordination wasn't something she ever worked on. Who needed to think ahead when they could rewind time?<br><br>She seemed to be getting a little more comfortable with him beside her as he distracted her with conversation. She even reclined back against the tree and let her sketchpad rest against her thighs. Her breasts weren't large by any means, but they were perky.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>17-03-2017, 17:20:14</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/DyLxkmN.png?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Roberto de Costa | Sunspot<br><strong>Location:</strong> Manion Front Yard<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sunday, September 10th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hourglass, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Playing some soccer when--oops!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br>Roberto just hummed, nodding a bit as he listened to Hourglass. Salem must really have been busy not to give the girl the full tour and initiation into life at the mansion. He tapped his fingers along the ground, but, he didn't press on the matter. Getting the feeling from the girl that she was one more for being on her own and not putting herself out there with people, he wasn't going to crowd her with offers to show her around and get her involved. Bit by bit she was reminding him more and more of Rahne, so aside from ideas of getting those two to meet...It would do them both good, he thought. Rahne needed more friends, and judging by the sketchbook and pens and pencils that Hourglass had, the two girls would have at least one thing to bond over. <br><br>"The mansion is a big place," he said with a chuckle, grinning her way, "I was here when it was first built and opened. I can't tell you how many times I walked into a cleaning closet, thinking I found a bathroom, or my bedroom. Still do it on occasion, too..." Winking at her, just to joke at being lost and tease about, well, what janitor's closest were usually used for, he shifted some. Leaning back, he put his hands behind him, propping himself up as his torso was put a bit more on display as he stretched some in the sunlight, humming at the energizing feeling as his body absorbing the solar energy. "Damn, it's a nice day out...But yeah, if you ever need a hand learning the place, let me know, hm?"<br><br>As she declined his offer, though...Well, he didn't her the declining. He just heard a girl that was unsure of what she could do, and that was a good starting point as any to help someone out. <br><br>"Ah, yeah...I'm from Brazil. And pretty much every country outside of America calls your 'soccer' as 'football.' Which, think about it, makes more sense...How often does American football actually use their feet with the ball? Where here, it's all about footwork," he explained, grinning at her. As she leaned back some, he glanced her over. She really was a pretty girl...But he didn't make a crude show of it, and grinned at her again. "I fell on my face all the time when I started playing. And it's about having fun, not being the next Lionel Messi, or...Hope Solo in your case. It's a good workout, too, if you're not one to hit a gym."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>17-03-2017, 18:24:15</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a8/cf/15/a8cf1558e42adc710dfc4e8dbc943f2f.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/fc/a3/96/fca3963fef59a0e11e890058c90b96be.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rogue | Roberto de Costa<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the lawn, beside a tree<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Thursday, September 7th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Having a picnic with friends.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br>"Hey, just wear what makes you comfortable," Roberto chuckled as Cam teased about wearing something to distract the other team. He had no doubt that if she wanted to, she could turn the whole field into a drooling, adoring mass. She had a kind of pheromone power that could do that anyway, didn't she? Not that she needed it, with the beauty the blonde had..."I'll enjoy the view either way. But, having someone cheering me on is always nice." A wink hinted at some of his own ego. He did miss the cheering stadiums, when he played in real soccer games. If he hadn't manifested his powers, he probably would have been an Olympic level player by now, and taking Brazil to the World Cup in the off years from the Olympics. <br><br>Of course, his teasing of Rahne brought Cam's wrath down upon him, and he just laughed as she threw a carrot piece at him. Grinning he just picked it up and plopped it into his mouth. She wouldn't have thrown it if it were dangerous, so, why not enjoy a free snack?<br><br>"Hey now, wood isn't my thing, no matter how curvy it is," he just grinned at her, knowing she would get the implication there. Rogue did, at least, and just face palmed. Sweet little Rahne was naive and innocent enough that the innuendo went right over her head. "It's just a joke Rahne, don't worry about it."<br><br>"Meanie..." she sighed, but was grinning a bit despite the blush. She knew it was all in good fun, but she did smile at Cam for coming to her defense some. "But it's really not a date. Just...new friends watching a movie, that's all." Taking another bite of her food, she hummed a bit, glancing around at the small group. "So...Anyone else excited about classes starting again?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>18-03-2017, 15:06:40</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/OprivateI34L37A267.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Danika Kincaid&nbsp; &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13050270#msg13050270)<br><strong>Location:</strong> One of the nearby lakes <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1 | Early Morning<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> All Black...Mostly (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/5c/34/8b/5c348be0db07f6b5a94d693d3f00dfe8.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> An Amateur Photographer <br><hr><br>It was not at all uncommon for Danika to rise before the sun rose from its daily retreat below the horizon to grace the other side of the world with its presence. She had long since stopped fighting against the unseen force that compelled her to awake, often at an unreasonable hour. Sometimes, the cause of her restlessness was nightmares, remembering the horror of running and uncertainty before being rescued, while other times she simply could not remain asleep for more than an hour or so. Either way, she greeted the day, more times than not, with a frown or neutral expression. Morning person she was not. <br><br>Just like the sun needed to rise, she required coffee, preferably without too much sugar or cream. The mansion was usually quiet around these hours. It was bittersweet. Danny did not mind her peers’ noisiness as it kept her mind from wandering into dark places. More times than not, it also provided free amusement. ‘Course she never joined into their shenanigans. The outdoors usually called her name, and she would walk around the surrounding property with a battered camera she found abandoned in one of the many rooms of the mansion. <br><br>Danika snapped pictures of whatever caught her attention. Anything was fair game, from chirping birds to the trash someone was too lazy to toss into a nearby trash bin. Her little hobby was not exactly meditating or yogo but taking pictures did help her relax before the morning’s classes. Today was no different. After taking a quick shower and dressing in a one of her favorite shorts with skin tight jeans, accentuating the copious amount of black with maroon boots, she headed outdoors for a spell. She’d been in the midst of trying to get a good shot of a squirrel when someone’s loud footsteps not only startled her but cause the small creature to flee. As she had been suspended in the air, by her abilities, her concentration broke and she nearly tumbled down onto the ground until she caught herself, not gracefully mind you. Only when her feet were firmly back on the ground did she turn to glower at whomever thought it was a good idea to interrupt her alone time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>18-03-2017, 15:55:53</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> Under a tree in the front lawn<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 10th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sunspot, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Awkward meeting with Roberto<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tank (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/39/c4/69/39c4697e5b0b9070f0943ed66a50fc9e.jpg), gloves (https://img1.etsystatic.com/000/0/5588640/il_570xN.309568349.jpg), blue skinny jeans, and a pair of dirty converse sneakers<br><hr><br>The teasing about the janitor's closet seemed to go right over her head. She was a virgin who had never even done more than share a few simple and short kisses. So, the thought of making out and fooling around in a cleaning closet was not something that came to mind. She never got to enjoy that part of high school. There was no sneaking around and fooling around. It was just her and her books, her and her drawings, her by herself.<br><br>As Sunspot adjusted his position, Hourglass couldn't help but glance over. Without thought, she stared a bit until he spoke, snapping her out of it. With a bright blush, she turned her eyes back to the game and sat up a bit straighter, hugging her sketchpad to her chest again. His body was so perfectly toned and tan. How were there so many beautiful people in one place? It was crazy! <strong>"Uhm... Yeah. I'll... I'll let you know,"</strong> she replied as she did her best to focus on the game and keep him out of her peripheral vision so she wouldn't be tempted to stare again.<br><br>Hearing he was from Brazil, she decided to respond to him in Spanish. Sure, it wasn't Portuguese, but the languages were close. She had taken three years of Spanish in high school and, given how many times she repeated days over and over, she managed to get pretty good at it.<strong> "No sé quiénes son esas personas."</strong> She was curious if he would be able to understand it and couldn't help but look over to him again so she could see his reaction. Hourglass had a perfect Spanish accent, so it was probably a little unusual, given that she didn't look Hispanic at all, because she wasn't. She simply always had a lot of time on her hands to practice.<br><br>Hourglass hoped to move away from the topic of football so he wouldn't come out and say <em>'Hey, get up and I'll teach you now.'</em> So, she decided on asking him a question that she was asked when she got here. <strong>"So, what are your powers?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>18-03-2017, 17:17:23</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f5/2a/44/f52a4492781a66d2f30f6a155f0eac60.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the lawn, beside a tree<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue, Robert, Rahne, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Having a picnic with friends.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br><strong>"I can wear a Brazilian flag if you have one,"</strong> she replied with a wink before sipping her wine a bit. She didn't plan on wearing just the flag and nothing else, but she had no problem letting Roberto think she would. He tended to have these slight muscle movements in his face whenever he was thinking of her in naughty ways. Most people probably would overlook it or not even notice it, but she loved seeing it.<br><br>The pheromones that were released through her pores were always being released. She had no control over that. But, when she needed to direct them at someone, she could manage to reach up to 50ft feet away from her as long as there was no wind. Without directing it, she could reach a 15ft radius from her body. So, in a soccer game, she wouldn't be able to charm everyone, especially with how much they run around. It would be difficult to target any one person with how much they move.<br><br>Roberto's comeback was cute and funny. He always was. If she ever was able to kiss someone, he would definitely be her first choice. He had been a great friend and no matter how much teasing he had to put up with, he never seemed to get tired of her. Blue balls and all. He let her release her own sexual frustration and expected nothing in return. Given the opportunity, she would jump him without warning and she was sure he wouldn't ask a single question about it. If only.<br><br><strong>"Boys will be boys,"</strong> she teased as she directed her attention to Rahne.<strong> "Don't mind him. He's just jealous,"</strong> she added with a smile and lightly patted Rahne's thigh, right above her knee, before eating another piece of her sandwich as she looked over her friends a bit. Rogue seemed to be a little bit better now that she wasn't entirely focused on her problems. It was a nice sight to see. This was beginning to be the perfect outing.<br><br><strong>"Excited?"</strong> she repeated before thinking about it for a moment. <strong>"I don't know. I mean, I like being surrounded by a bunch of people, but at the same time I just want free time to hang out and party. We should throw a party before classes start. One last one before everyone has their noses stuck in their books. What do you think?"</strong> she asked, nudging Rahne slightly. She knew that her friend didn't often let lose and party and she was hoping she might be interested this one time. After classes started, there would be very limited times to stay up late and be wild.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>18-03-2017, 19:12:22</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/99/27/24/992724760789b481e6e2b22124956011.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Gabriel Summers | Vulcan<br><strong>Location:</strong> One of the nearby lakes<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 1st - Early Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Polaris<br><strong>Content:</strong>Interrupting - Trying to fix it - Sorry?</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Some people rose early because that was simply who they were. Some people had jobs that required them to be up before the sun. And some people were severely beaten and trained to turn them into warriors; so rising before the sun was simply standard. If the night terrors didn't wake him. Gabriel was squarely in the latter of the categories, and was now evenly breathing as he went through several katas...as they were called here on Earth. <br><br>After seeing some of the combat styles on this planet, Gabriel was no longer surprised that his home was still somehow a much more brutal place than Earth. Most of the styles he'd seen actually steered away from killing your opponent. It was so weird. He was dressed in a tight-fitting black tank top, maroon sweatpants with the X logo, and comfortable tennis shoes. Even Earth fashion was still very strange to him. After much silence and many motions, he was finished. Instead of going back inside however, he decided he could do for a jog. At least three laps around the lake would be good he thought.<br><br>&nbsp;He turned on some music (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6CRYcmzrXgE), which he found he liked a surprising amount of on this new planet. The song not only spoke to him, but it helped to let his mind go free from it's constraints and let him find peace for a bit. This time though, he got a bit <em>too</em> much peace, and wasn't even paying attention as he ran to the girl in black with the green hair who was floating in a translucent bubble not too far from him and now she's falling!<br><br>&nbsp;A look of panic shot over Gabriel's face, and a golden glow enveloped him as he jumped into the air to catch her. The damsel wasn't in too much distress though and held herself alot with her powers. Still in the air, he curved around her and landed on his feet sliding backward until his feet dug slightly into the soft ground. The glow faded until only golden wisps trailed off his body. The last of them were still visible when she turned around and looked at him. He paused the phone and pulled out his earbuds. "Uhhh. Sorry about that. I was running and I got lost in the music. I didn't see you there. I'm Gabriel," he finally finished with a small smile. Why was he noticing how strange his accent was now?<br><br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>18-03-2017, 22:20:06</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/OprivateI34L37A267.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Danika Kincaid&nbsp; &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13050270#msg13050270)<br><strong>Location:</strong> One of the nearby lakes <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1 | Early Morning<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> All Black...Mostly (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/5c/34/8b/5c348be0db07f6b5a94d693d3f00dfe8.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gabriel Summers<br><strong>Content:</strong> Awkward Turtle &gt;.&gt;<br><hr><br><em>Oh great.</em> Danika’s anger receded from the forefront of her mind but was replaced by a strong sense of embarrassment, the type that warmed her face and reddened the tips of her hoop adorned ears. Thankfully, her ears were concealed by her hair. Gabriel Summers was a new addition to the school. New people were not highly unusual since Charles was an unconventional collector of sorts. Rather than coins or stamps, he acquired individuals with special capabilities. It sounded harsh but that was their reality. A bit of mystery and rumor surrounded this particular student since she overheard a group of gossipers whisper about his surname, how it was not randomly plucked from thin air or coincidence. <br><br>How did it feel to have a sibling that was as much of a stranger to you as the next person? Only after that specific thought did it occur to her that the reason why he briefly floated rather than remained on the ground was due to the fact that she had fallen like an imbecile upon being startled by him. He intended to rescue her from eating dirt. Her cheeks darkened all the more, horrified at the mere thought of it. A frowned weighed down her expressive lips as the mere thought of enduring such humiliation, from anyone, upset her. She would rather feel the pain of her mistake than be rescued like some weak and defenseless waste of space. There is no ‘I’ in team, the advice from one of her professors echoed in her mind as she had an independent nature that often clashed against collaborative endeavors. <br><br><em>Sorry about that.</em> Danny’s arched eyebrows lifted a small fraction upon hearing the apology tumble from his perfect mouth. Fuck it all to hell. Her grey eyes averted from his face, staring down at her camera as if checking to make sure it was intact, as she feared the stupid reaction to his physical attractiveness might cascade across her face. It confused her why he choose to apologize to her as her small blunder was not his fault. If anything, it was an indicator that she needed to train more. Reacting in such a fashion in the field could easily get someone injured or killed. <br><br><em>I’m Gabriel.</em> “I know,” she answered, arms crossing defensively over her stomach. Her own accent was less noticeable now, only becoming more prominent when she spoke in one of her mother tongues. “Not that I've been like stalking you or anything." <em>Kill me now.</em> "We have a few classes together.” Danika definitely was not the most social of butterflies as she had no idea where to navigate the conversation. Part of her almost hoped one of the more bubbly girls would appear out of nowhere and save both of them from each other. No such luck. He would have to deal with her ineptitude until one of them made excuses to escape the other. “So where do you fall in the pecking order?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>18-03-2017, 23:43:55</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/99/27/24/992724760789b481e6e2b22124956011.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Gabriel Summers | Vulcan<br><strong>Location:</strong> One of the nearby lakes<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 1st - Early Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Polaris<br><strong>Content:</strong>Interrupting - Trying to fix it - Sorry?</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> He was always interested by other peoples powers, so even if the situation was a bit awkward, he was still replaying that green tinted bubble she was hovering in. Even here, you didn't see that every day. If they kept talking, he'd have to ask her what she could do. Now that she wasn't falling, and he wasn't hopping around like a glowing Energizer Bunny trying to catch her, he got a good look at the girl in front of him. And the reason he even began to focus was the deep red shade on her cheeks.<br><br>&nbsp;Slate gray eyes with little flecks of...purple? Neon green hair. Piercings for days. He cleared his throat. Had he been staring? He felt like he'd been staring. And Salem told him staring at people was rude. He saw a few emotions he thought before she looked down at her camera. She was probably mad at him. Nobody had a camera unless they were taking pictures. After introducing himself, she said she knew who he was. Well it wasn't a secret he figured. And by now everyone knew him by association through Salem. <br><br>He raised an arched eyebrow when she said they had classes together. Keeping an eye on her face, he counted on his fingers all his classes and thought hard. "Oh, oh yeah you're right. Ummmm, <em>Danika</em> right? I'm so dumb. Of course we've got classes together. You don't talk much though and we don't sit that close so I haven't really had a chance to say hi. I'm still kinda new to...well a lot on Earth. But socializing is a lot different where I'm from." She asked after that where he fell in the school's pecking order.<br><br>&nbsp;Good thing he knew what that was now. "Oooooh, I dunno," came a half-hearted answer before raising his shirt to wipe some sweat from his face; revealing a perfectly chiseled torso to Danika. "I wanna say somewhere between "mysterious long lost Summers kid from space", aaaaand "the crazy kid with PTSD and way too much power for his own good." I honestly don't know if I'll be answering questions about Chandilar or wondering why no one will talk to me. So...yeah I think it's easy to just keep the "New Kid" label for a bit," he said after poking a bit of fun at himself. He looked her over once more and smiled.<br><br>&nbsp;"So what about you? I mean you've got the crazy hair, which is amazing. You're pretty. Smart. Cool powers. You even dress cool. You've gotta be pretty high on the...totem pole? It's totem pole right?" He hated not knowing the right Earther terms. It got annoying stumbling over conversations sometimes. "I watched a couple of movies about high school and college the other day. Like...oh! National Lampoon's Van Wilder. And according to that, am I even allowed to talk to you? I mean, I'm just the new guy. And you're...you're <em>you</em>," he said with as much genuine sincerity as he had in him.<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>19-03-2017, 01:06:26</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/OprivateI34L37A267.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Danika Kincaid&nbsp; &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13050270#msg13050270)<br><strong>Location:</strong> One of the nearby lakes <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1 | Early Morning<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> All Black...Mostly (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/5c/34/8b/5c348be0db07f6b5a94d693d3f00dfe8.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gabriel Summers<br><strong>Content:</strong> Awkward Turtle &gt;.&gt;<br><hr><br>Feeling his eyes upon her face, Danika lifted her gaze from her camera, hanging from a strap at her neck, and her worst assumption was confirmed. Gabriel was staring intently her. She wiped hard at her cheeks, lips pursed, and brushed her hand against her face in cause a smudge of dirt somehow found its way into her skin. <br><br>Genuine surprise cascaded across her grey, purple flecked eyes when he remembered her name, likely from it being occasionally shouted across the classroom when she found herself daydreaming rather than listening to a lecture. “Oh.” His explanation sounded reasonable and rather polite as well. “That makes perfect sense. In that case, yes, I’m Danika.” She didn't bother offering her surname as it was of little importance, not in the grand scheme of their lives. “That’s something not too many people can say. Is the grass greener on another planet? Then again, if it was, you wouldn’t be here.” She had long since abandoned thoughts of Eden existing somewhere. There was no such paradise in the world, or the universe really. Danny agreed with her father that such a place needed to be built rather than found. <br><br>Gabriel’s answer made it clear that she was a poor communicator. Her question was meant to determine where he fitted among the Summers children rather than on the grand scale of the campus. Still, his answer was a rather insightful one. “No one speaks to you?” Her usual control slipped away to reveal her absolute disbelief. “I thought you would need a flamethrower to keep them off.” Somehow, she managed not to let her eyes trail down to his rather toned abs were tempted her to admire them. Nope. Nope. Nope. <br><br>Smart, pretty, and cool? Danny’s eyes narrowed as she thought he was teasing her because she possessed none of those traits. “Well, it seems like you are well on your way to becoming like everyone else on Earth. You’ve already learned how to lie with a straight face.” Dear god, this was the reason why it was better to keep one’s distant rather than have the illusion ruined by reality. “Anyways, I should go. I’m as clueless as you about social norms.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>19-03-2017, 01:41:01</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/99/27/24/992724760789b481e6e2b22124956011.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Gabriel Summers | Vulcan<br><strong>Location:</strong> One of the nearby lakes<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 1st - Early Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Polaris<br><strong>Content:</strong>Interrupting - Trying to fix it - Sorry?</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> "Well, Danika. It's good to meet you. I hope we can hang out. Maybe do team up on some lab assignments. Be friends? I uh, don't have all that many hehehe." She took the news of him being from faaaaaar out of town rather calmly. But considering some of the things mutants could do; life on other planets wasn't all that unbelievable. He canted his head to the side in thought, wondering if the grass was indeed greener. "Well where there <em>was</em> grass, I'd say yeah. But I'm pretty sure you guys didn't have razor grass for escapees. Or man-eating vines. Nature's not that popular on Chandrilar for a reason," he said with a nervous smile. Why was he nervous? "Oh wait, that's an Earth saying. A proverb, right? In that case, yeah it was pretty bad back there. I'm only here because I escaped," he grinned. Still smiling, he shook his head no when she said it out loud, wondering if his words about not being spoken to were honest. <br><br>"Yeah. I mean there's Salem, but she's...well she's her, and she's getting used to being a big sister. But it feels good having her around. And well, sometimes people talk to me. But it's usually questions, not really talking. But I <em>can</em> make a flamethrower". He held up his hand and a fiery orb surrounded it. Pouring a bit of energy into it, the orb flared, making flames spit up a few times. He shook his hand to kill the flames. <br><br>The smile that had been there on and off since they started talking quickly changed to a confused straight face when Danika's attitude suddenly changed. She said he was lying with a straight face and she had to go. Yeah, he was way in over his head right now. "Wait, what? Hold on. Did I...did I say something wrong? I told you I'm still getting used to how you guys do things. So I'm sorry if I offended you or something. I was just trying to compliment you." <br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>19-03-2017, 03:57:42</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/kPul1Qb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cyclops (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918911#msg12918911)<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the sky, co-pilot’s seat<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th, evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Logan (closed)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black leather flight suit and visor. Hair is down around shoulders.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salem is flying the blackbird. She feels at peace, the most peaceful she’s ever felt. So comfortable, she wants to talk.<br><hr><em>‘Does he think I’m nervous?’ </em>Salem might have been nervous to some extent for this training session. But flying the plane was the easy part. Being around Logan was the nerve-racking part. She had been having wild dreams, and he had been in them. She didn’t know what that meant. But Logan was becoming some kind of father-figure-sex-symbol-memory-of-the-past- having amalgamation of roles in her mind. <br><br>Salem had a subtle mutation in the way that her brain functioned. There was a geometrical gift in the language centers, it was almost like she could speak math. Visualizing the way that the physical world acted upon the craft that she and Logan were flying was of incredible ease for her. Salem didn’t know it, but she probably could have flown this plane without any training at all. With the addition of Logan’s training, she was unbelievably prepared.<br><br>So when he asked her if she was ready, she looked over at him with some confusion hidden behind her visor.<strong> “Yeah…”</strong> The confusion came out in her tone, almost like she was embarrassed for Logan to have asked her that question. <strong>“I’m ready.”</strong> <br><br>Either Logan’s training was incredible, or Salem was a natural pilot. She left the space in her mind for both of these things to be true. She felt like she’d done this before, not just sit in a pilot’s chair, not just flying, not just a moment of deja vu, but all of it. It was an odd sensation, this feeling of familiarity. There were chills crawling up her spine as Logan handed the control over to her. And the plane responded as well. She could feel the weight of the stick pull against her hands as the stick was given control of the plane.<br><br>It felt like she had just slipped on her favorite shoes.<br><br>Salem felt more comfortable in the actual cockpit then she had ever felt in the simulations. There was something tactile about it that she liked. She’d played video games about driving a car before, but it was always harder for her to play those games well than it was to actually drive. This was similar. She could feel the minor turbulence as it shook softly over the wing. She could feel the power of the vehicle holding her tightly against her chair.<br><br><strong>“10-4”</strong> Logan had given her full control. He had checked all of the instruments, but she hadn’t done the same thing herself. Once she was in control she felt the need to do more. <strong>“North it is.” </strong>They were already headed north. Salem’s crimson coated eyes flashed over the gauges and displays. <strong>“Temperatures are even. Fuel is at eighty-three percent. Power levels show even distribution.”</strong> Salem’s hand hovered over a switch that would give the Blackbird more speed. She moved her hand away and looked over to Logan.<br><br><strong>“Gently, North…”</strong> She smiled, in training, efficiently traveling at high speeds was sort of hammered into her. So, when Logan told her to go gently, that hadn’t registered right away. <strong>“We’re a little low.” </strong>She mentioned in general, these Blackbirds were only a few steps away from being spaceships. She knew their altitude could go up. But she would wait for instructions. <strong>“Let me know if you want me to increase our speed.”</strong><br><br>She had it level, even, her control over the stick was something she hadn’t expected. She felt some turbulence over the right wing again. It was bugging her. <strong>“Hrmph.” </strong>She grunted to herself and checked over her right shoulder as if she could see the wing. There were some autopilot instruments engaged, controlling the flaps on the wings, and guiding them straight by computer. <br><br>But, Salem’s mind was sharper than the computer running the program to fly the plane. She could adjust more freely, and she could feel the plane, unlike the computer. Salem reached over to her side to open up a miniature- display by her right hand. With her left hand she continued to fly the plane. With the other, she scrolled through the numbers to try and find where the error was in the program. Every plane had turbulence when it was in the air, but Salem still wanted to try and fix it. As she was doing this, she continued to speak to Logan.<br><br><strong>“More than easy.”</strong> She understood why Logan had left these training wheels on. Salem had basically proved that she could do combat with this plane, and he had her on a missive equivalent of learning how to engage the clutch of a car in the driveway. <br><br>Her mind was in a few places at once. There was a few long moments of silence stacked on top of each other, and it was making Salem’s mind stretch out into places it didn’t much belong. <em>‘Have we over been flying in my dreams? - ‘I’m technically away from the school, high up in the air alone with him.’ - ‘this is romantic, i think…’ - ‘is it?’ - ‘Stop Salem, he’s a teacher, an old teacher. He looks old too.’ -’But he’s even older than he looks.’ - ‘The old Logan didn’t know how old he was, this older Logan certainly couldn’t remember.’ - ‘what does he remember?’</em><br><br><strong>“I’ve been meaning to ask.” </strong>The gentle flight was giving them an oppurtunity that she’d been waiting for. She was still monitoring the auto flap program, making mental notes of possible errors. <strong>“You came from a different world… Do you miss it?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>19-03-2017, 05:46:19</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/OprivateI34L37A267.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Danika Kincaid&nbsp; &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13050270#msg13050270)<br><strong>Location:</strong> One of the nearby lakes <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1 | Early Morning<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> All Black...Mostly (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/5c/34/8b/5c348be0db07f6b5a94d693d3f00dfe8.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gabriel Summers<br><strong>Content:</strong> Awkward Turtle &gt;.&gt;<br><hr><br>If it was one occurrence she loathed, it was being trifled with or made a fool of. Right now, it felt as if a trick was being played on her. Did one of the other students catch her admiring his ridiculously handsome face? She inhaled deeply through her flared nostrils, expecting him to burst into a loud guffaw of laughter at any second. No such reaction happened but she was certain he was not being kind or complimentary for the hell of it. <br><br>Danika normally was not the type to be super talkative with strangers, regardless of how interesting their background. Her introverted nature was rearing his head all the more. Even more, with her rising temper, it was hard for her to even think of asking him about his life on another planet or how she was getting along with his newly acquired siblings. If anything, she wanted to punch him right in his splendid nose. Her fingers balled into tight fists at her sides but the weight of her coin necklace, hidden underneath her shirt, reminded her exactly why she could not act on such thoughts or be controlled by her anger. <br><br><em>Wait, what? Hold on. Did I...did I say something wrong?<br></em><br>Sidestepping him, Danny stopped and stared pointedly at him when he spewed a host of questions at her. “You can stop pretending, Gabriel. I don’t have a notch on the stupid pole. You know full well I’m nothing but a....” The words were spoken in a choked tone and she hated herself for displaying such weakness in front of him. “So where are they? You can have your laugh now.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>19-03-2017, 06:24:16</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/99/27/24/992724760789b481e6e2b22124956011.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Gabriel Summers | Vulcan<br><strong>Location:</strong> One of the nearby lakes<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 1st - Early Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Polaris<br><strong>Content:</strong>Interrupting - Trying to fix it - Sorry?</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Was this an Earth woman thing? Or a woman thing in general? He wasn't sure, because he was being honest and nice and not being weird. He didn't understand what he was doing wrong and why it seemed to be upsetting Danika. That was the last thing he wanted, but he wasn't sure how to fix it because she was mad and wouldn't say what was wrong. Instead of laughing at her like she was thinking, he only raised an eyebrow in confusion as if to say, "What did I do?"<br><br>&nbsp;He turned with her, still confused and trying to get back in her good graces, because he truly did think she was a nice and cool person. He just had to salvage whatever he'd done right now. "Okay...what? Just what are you talking about, Danika? I'm not pretending. What are you mad at me for? I don't know that you're an...<em>anything</em>. You're just Danika and, and I thought you were pretty cool." And now, while he had raised his voice just a bit, he could see she was honestly holding back tears.<br><br>&nbsp;He'd really done something to upset her, and it was infuriating that he had no idea what it was. His hands shot out and grabbed hers, holding them tight. "Look, you need to calm down. There is no one around but you and me right now. I promise. It's just us. And I would never laugh at you." He looked around just to make sure, then sighed. "Danika...you think I'm like, pranking you or something? I'm not that guy. I promise. I'm just trying to get to know you, that's it I swear." If she could stand to look him in the eyes, she'd see the honesty there. <br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>19-03-2017, 07:41:37</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/OprivateI34L37A267.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Danika Kincaid&nbsp; &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13050270#msg13050270)<br><strong>Location:</strong> One of the nearby lakes <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1 | Early Morning<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> All Black...Mostly (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/5c/34/8b/5c348be0db07f6b5a94d693d3f00dfe8.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gabriel Summers<br><strong>Content:</strong> Awkward Turtle &gt;.&gt;<br><hr><br>Danika did not understand herself why she was becoming so upset with him. It would not be the first nor the last time someone acted unkindly towards him. Maybe it was lack of sleep that weakened her ability to handle such situations with indifference. She released a breath from her mouth, tightening her arms around her midsection. She did not wish to hear another word out of his mouth, the situation too complicated for her to think clearly about what transpired between them. <br><br>She opened her mouth to speak something hurtful in attempt to push away and make her escape back to the mansion. If she was fortunate, Neena would be out of their shared room so she could have a private moment to herself before the day’s strenuous activities. Only before she parted her lips to speak a nasty comment, he lifted his hands with the clear intention to lay his hands on her. Danny had no idea what his intentions were but she immediately assumed it was something nefarious. Her own hands rose with intention to defend herself against perceived harm, thinking for some reason he meant to strike her. Power swelled inside of her, and she nearly blasted him back with a violent surge of energy.<br><br>However, he released a rush of words from his mouth before she could do something she might regret later in the night. Tilting her head back, Danika looked at him hard and searched his open countenance for any hint of falsehood on his face. “You’re telling the truth.” A string of Ukrainian curses tumbled from her lips as she lifted her hands to bury and conceal her face in her hands. “I’m such an idiot. I’m sorry. I thought you were being a dick like the rest. It's hard to separate friend from foe." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>19-03-2017, 08:28:15</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/99/27/24/992724760789b481e6e2b22124956011.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Gabriel Summers | Vulcan<br><strong>Location:</strong> One of the nearby lakes<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 1st - Early Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Polaris<br><strong>Content:</strong>Clearing things up</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> One thing he knew for certain; he felt energy, massive amounts of it well up inside her. Magnetic energy it felt like; definitely interesting. He didn't panic, even though his brain was racing wondering what she attempted to do. If she did do something crazy and blast him well, he could use a boost. Cooler heads prevailed though once she actually listened to what he was saying. Once she did, he sensed the energy inside her fade away, and then saw the look on her face change. When she finally looked back at him, the two stared at each other intently and he once again realized just how beautiful and unique her eyes were.<br><br>&nbsp;<em>You're telling the truth.</em> "Of course I am. Why would I lie?" She said something in an Earth language he hadn't learned yet, and he took a step back in case he'd done something wrong again. <em>I'm such an idiot. I’m sorry. I thought you were being a dick like the rest. It's hard to separate friend from foe.</em> Ahhhhh, mystery solved. It seemed he'd been well off base, and Danika wasn't one of the <em>cool</em> kids like he'd thought. In fact, it seemed she was the opposite and felt like he'd been teasing her. <br><br>Now everything made sense. "Well. I'm sorry it came off that way. I didn't mean any harm. And if it makes you feel any better, coming from another misfit...I think you're pretty cool. And I'm from space, so that's gotta count for somethin', right?" Hopefully his joke would make her feel better. "And, well, if it's okay with you. I'd like to be your friend." As he said that, he reached up and gently wrapped his hands around hers, before pulling them down and away from her face. "Trust me, I understand what it's like. If I wasn't kinda unhinged and so powerful, I'm sure I'd still be getting bullied. But if us misfits don't stick together...what do we have?"<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>19-03-2017, 16:51:44</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/OprivateI34L37A267.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Danika Kincaid&nbsp; &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13050270#msg13050270)<br><strong>Location:</strong> One of the nearby lakes <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1 | Early Morning<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> All Black...Mostly (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/5c/34/8b/5c348be0db07f6b5a94d693d3f00dfe8.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gabriel Summers<br><strong>Content:</strong> Awkward Turtle &gt;.&gt;<br><hr><br><em>Why would I lie?<br></em><br>There were a hundred answers to that brief question; however, she merely shrugged in response rather than delight him with the numerous reasons people lied rather than speak the truth. Some people were dishonest because they had to be while others did so to gain the upperhand over another person. Either way, it was too complicated to answer in a brief manner so she figured life experiences on Earth would swiftly school him on those various nuances of life. <br><br><em>And I'm from space, so that's gotta count for somethin', right?<br></em><br>Gabriel earned a soft chuckle from him. The heat of her cheeks, warm from embarrassment and a kaleidoscope of other emotions, burned against the palm of her hands. The only positive to this god-forsaken situation was that she did not cry in front of him. “Actually, the space native thing might diminish your word in some crowds. Haven’t you heard there are purist regimes running around? Sorry to be the bearer of bad news but you’re more unwanted than my kind.” <br><br><em>I’d like to be your friend.</em><br><br>Was it that easy Danny never believed so and life repeatedly confirmed her worst assumption about people. She learned a long time ago that such relationships were precious and easily crushable. Sure, there were false ones being sold a dime a dozen but the real thing was much harder to come by. Her instincts screamed for her to retreat in order to avoid possible pain. Gabriel, with his sweet smile and kind eyes, could hurt her. Frowning, she realized his hands were still atop hers, warm and strangely comforting. With a gentle push of her hands, she pushed aside his hands but did not obey her instincts. “Umm, I’m not sure how it works on your home planet but isn’t that easy.” Danny lifted her hand in case he tried to speak and clarified her position. “However, I’m open to a friendship.” She felt so out of her element. “We can like try it out and see how we work together. I guess this is like a test trial friendship or something. What do you think?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>19-03-2017, 17:49:21</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/99/27/24/992724760789b481e6e2b22124956011.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Gabriel Summers | Vulcan<br><strong>Location:</strong> One of the nearby lakes<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 1st - Early Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Polaris<br><strong>Content:</strong>Clearing things up</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> She didn't answer his question, and he supposed that answering it wasn't exactly an easy thing. He specifically had nor eason to lie though. He was being as honest as possible. If only she had lie detector powers, or was psychic, he could just open himself up to her. But for now, she just had to take his word. And it seemed she did that by just nodding her head and going along with it. <br><br>It was his turn to scoff next, when she turned being from space right back around on him in a rather sardonic tone. <em>Actually, the space native thing might diminish your word in some crowds. Haven’t you heard there are purist regimes running around? Sorry to be the bearer of bad news but you’re more unwanted than my kind.</em> "Heh. You got somethin' against us spacefolk, hmmm?"<br><br>&nbsp;It was a bit of a tease. Things were better right now, but he didn't want to do anything that would have Danika slide backward and think less of him again. Finally, she listened to his rather simple request...to be friends. She was almost in disbelief that he'd even asked it seemed. Then she pushed his hands off of hers and told him rather simply that friendship didn't work that way on Earth...<em>however</em>. She was willing to give it a try. He smiled a lot wider than he thought he would've when he heard the news. But he didn't care. "I say...I'm gonna ace that test and get a new friend. Can we hug now? Hugs are...nice. They weren't really a thing back home."<br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>20-03-2017, 00:18:04</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/Proudstar.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James Proudstar/ Warpath<br><strong>Location:</strong> Stretch of open ground away from the mansion<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 9th- Around 6pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> James is practicing his archery along with some knife throwing<br><hr><br>The sunlight approached the time to where it departed for the day and yet a figure moved away from the mansion. Most students would be off doing other things and James liked to know no one would be in the way. A one time member of the Brotherhood and graduate of the Academy, James Proudstar towered over the students at the school. The Apache warrior had new things to think about as he really had no direction besides being part of the X-Men. He could teach, but what subject could he even think about passing on to the others at the school? <br><br>For James, American History was something very different then what was taught here, as he had his differences with the material. Math wasn't his thing and English? Blah... He was no artist or even musically inclined, but he could fight with the best of them. James was a physical person, but wasn't there already a PE teacher? Besides not many would probably be interested in learning Apache Combat... What else was there besides something to do with nature?<br><br>With a small sigh, James turned his attention to the objects scattered across the ground to the east. The last time he held a bow was before his fight with the Demon Bear in his tribal lands. He still remembered everything, but it was the practice that was relaxing to him... Warpath moved about as he sat up various targets between 30 to 40 yards out from where a simple recurve bow leaned against a folding table. The last two targets however went into different spots... The first at 20 yards and the last a simple 10 yards away...<br><br>He went back to the folding table the moccasins on his feet made no sounds and the twin Vibranium knives sheathed behind on his belt just right over his glutes. The only clothing that adorned his body would be the moccasins along with tighter fitting jeans. The belt going through the belt loops had a round buckle with the X-Men's simple X, other then that and a pair or maroon boxer briefs he wore nothing else. James lifted the quiver and made a quick count of the arrows before it was also slung over his shoulders. Last he moved to pick up the recurve bow.<br><br>James moved to turn towards the targets as fingers ran up the bowstring to hang a pair of eagle feathers upon the tip of the bow. He moved a hand and drew a single arrow from the quiver, before it was nocked onto the string. Slowly he drew back, as his heightened hearing picked up on the sounds that came from the stress in the bow. Then James stopped his bronze upper body framed in what light there was before his fingers opened and let the arrow fly. He didn't wait to see where the arrow hit on the target as his hand drew another arrow from the quiver to fire. So it went until all the targets were peppered with arrows and the quiver hung empty...<br><br>His last moves were to drop the bow as both hands moved behind his back to draw out the knives. His right hand pumps once sending the first blade towards the 10 yard target and then comes the left hand sending the second blade towards the 20 yarder... The whole process took about a minute...
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>21-03-2017, 02:20:37</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/DyLxkmN.png?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Roberto de Costa | Sunspot<br><strong>Location:</strong> Manion Front Yard<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sunday, September 10th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hourglass, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Playing some soccer when--oops!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br>"Hmm, okay, okay," he said, grinning at the girl as she gave him a rather non-committal answer about learning how to play football. She could just be one of the girls that enjoyed watching more than anything else. And, really, that was fine. Not everyone was a player, even if it really seemed the girl had an athletic body for it. But he was determined not to push. She didn't seem the most comfortable in that moment, and he wanted to change that. If she didn't have many friends, well, maybe he could be her first friend at the school. If nothing else, if she really was a sketcher, he could introduce her to Cam and let the blonde take it from there. <br><br>When she responded in Spanish, though, he grinned. Which it wasn't his mother tongue, he did know enough Spanish to function. The two were very similar, coming from the same Latin roots, and developing closely to each other. <br><br>"Todos son buenas personas," he said, smiling at her. "And hey, you know me now, hm? And your accent? Perfecto...Makes me think of home." His smile was kind, friendly, though he did wink at her. And when she asked about his powers, shrugged.<br><br>"Some funny thing with the sunlight. I absorb it, can use it to do all kinds of things...Climate control is the most popular around here. Can warm you up or cool you down, if you want." he said with a chuckle, "And some other stuff...Makes me turn all black though. Like a sunspot, so, hence the name...What can you do? I guess...something with sand, or time?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>21-03-2017, 02:29:31</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a8/cf/15/a8cf1558e42adc710dfc4e8dbc943f2f.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/fc/a3/96/fca3963fef59a0e11e890058c90b96be.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rogue | Roberto de Costa<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the lawn, beside a tree<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Thursday, September 7th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Having a picnic with friends.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br>Roberto just grinned, arching a brow as Camelia teased about wearing a flag, with a wink. Now, he knew very well what she wanted him to think. And...he was very well thinking it. It was hard not to! Cam was easily one of the most beautiful girls at the school. She was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. The fact that she was all but untouchable, and a collossal tease made him think some higher power in the universe was torturing him...<br><br>But, if this was hell, he wasn't sure he wanted to go to heaven.<br><br>"Well...I have a flag, so if you want it..." he hummed, and she saw the slight muscle movements she had been hoping for. Rogue just groaned, though, and shook her head. Sometimes she just couldn't take the two. And she just could not understand how Roberto could stand being so blocked by the blonde all the time. It wasn't fair of her to do that, in the Southern belle's opinion...But, she did the same on occasion, even if she hated herself for it later.<br><br>"You're droolin'," she sighed, and slapped Roberto upside the back of the head. "Get your tongue back in your mouth..."<br><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/b2/6f/be/b26fbe2daaebb5087d624799331029d1.jpg)</div> Rahne just sighed and shook her head at the display, before looking at Cam when she tried to brushed it off as boys being boys, and that Roberto was being jealous. She just shook her head at that. <br><br>"There's nothing to be jealous over. Ah promise, it's just...a movie..." she insisted, even if she seemed disappointed. When Cam had her idea for a party though...The redhead winced some, and bit her lip. Parties really weren't her thing. She wasn't so social to think one would be fun, but...'Ah think Ah'll pass. Ah should get a head start on my class reading..." she said, shaking her head. getting her to go to a party would be a harder task than just asking, it seemed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>21-03-2017, 02:45:56</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> Under a tree in the front lawn<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 10th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sunspot, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Awkward meeting with Roberto<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tank (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/39/c4/69/39c4697e5b0b9070f0943ed66a50fc9e.jpg), gloves (https://img1.etsystatic.com/000/0/5588640/il_570xN.309568349.jpg), blue skinny jeans, and a pair of dirty converse sneakers<br><hr><br>Hourglass blushed lightly as he mentioned that she reminded him of home. It was a sweet thing to say, despite it not exactly being a compliment to her as a person. She enjoyed making others feel happy, so his smile was comforting to her. It helped her relax a bit. Finally, she sat back against the tree again and set her sketchpad down in the grass before sliding it under her legs. She was determined to not continue to hide herself. It was a difficult thing for her to do, but she knew that she was safe at this school. She didn't need to hide from anyone. She simply needed to take baby steps with it til she no longer felt the need to hide her scars. It would come with time, hopefully.<br><br><strong>"That sounds cool,"</strong> she replied to his explanation of his powers. It was an interesting one. And it was a good thing he lived here and not somewhere that didn't get much sun. <strong>"I wish I had something that cool. Except, I burn pretty easily. So maybe not that one, exactly."</strong> She couldn't help but lower her head slightly as she laughed softly at the thought, seeming to hide her smile from him. <strong>"My power has to do with time. I, uh... I can stop time and move freely within it. Makes it look like I can teleport. And I can rewind time up to about a minute, so far. It's hard to control at times. But, it's come in handy here a few times. I slipped and fell flat on my face at one point, but no one remembers but me. But if I do it too much, I start to get scatter-brained. Like, I forget what things actually happened and what things I prevented from happening."</strong><br><br>She stopped and looked over to him, looking up into his eyes, hoping he wasn't bored with their conversation. He was so nice to have sat down with her and offer to help her out here and there. It was something at this school that she really enjoyed. There seemed to be a lot of people who simply tried to help the new students feel welcomed and comfortable. It was something she had never felt before and she truly enjoyed it.<br><br><strong>"So, could you, like... Walk through fire or melt ice around you? Cause that would be pretty awesome."</strong> His powers sounded so interesting and she was curious how much he could really do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuki92</strong> on <strong>21-03-2017, 13:09:44</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/1QICteq.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wakana Hana (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13051491#msg13051491)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as the the photo<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a wonderful spot near the lake<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5th September, almost midnight<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Hana did a moon watching and playing a harmonica (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qWLvv_rrSH4) for herself.<br><hr>First days were never easy, and Hana had felt more than enough first days to know that. First day living in US, First day to live by herself, first day to know her power, and right now, first day at this Mansion. She still doesn't have a friend yet, she didn't know anyone. There were some exceptions, some famous mutant here. But that was just by name. they would never actually recognize her.<br><br>It was almost midnight, but she just couldn't sleep and there she was, watching the moon alone. She was so lonely; the way that she always felt. This night was particular, it was a different kind of loneliness, it was more complicated and she didn’t really understand.<br><br>Hana didn't know what to do, or what she could do, so she took her harmonica out and started playing one of her favorite songs (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qWLvv_rrSH4). It reminded her of what her father had always said, that she just needed to be herself to thrive in this world. When she started playing, at that exact same time her power manifested, She emitted a positive aura of joy and gratefulness to everyone who could hear her music. Even though the effect would likely vary on each person. It would affect emotion no matter, either changing someone's mood directly to her joy, or the affect could strengthen any emotion the listener was already feeling.. <br><br>She closed her eyes, lost in her own world while the music kept flowing from her harmonica. She wouldn't have realized it if anyone came. If they were within three steps behind her, she might. Even though she couldn't be affected by her own power,&nbsp; she could still feel the music as is and it made her fall deeper into the melody. It was like there was a wave of melody engulfing her body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>21-03-2017, 16:18:20</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/DyLxkmN.png?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Roberto de Costa | Sunspot<br><strong>Location:</strong> Manion Front Yard<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sunday, September 10th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hourglass, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Playing some soccer when--oops!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br>"Yeah, I can't complain," he chuckled lightly, grinning as Hourglass laughed softly and seemed to hide a smile. Laughing and smiles were good progress though! She wasn't running away from him yet, which Rahne had done at this point the first time they met. So that was always a plus, right? But he just shrugged as she mentioned burning easily and so perhaps wouldn't want his powers. Which he had never thought about before. He had never had a sunburn. Was it because he absorbed the solar energy, or, because of his complexion? She was a fair bit paler than he was after all. It was something to wonder about. "Huh...Would you burn, though, if your body runs off of solar energy? I don't know...I've never had a sunburn though. But hey, let me know if you feel like you're burning, I can fix that too."<br><br>As she started to explain her power, though, his eyes widened a bit. Whatever she said about his power was nothing compared to that. That was just cool! And he was not yet so stuck in his business studies and the stuffy life of a millionaire's son to not still have some childish glee over the ideas of time travel and the like. H.G. Wells's novel was one of his favorites, after all.<br><br>"Now, that just sounds awesome," he grinned her way, "Well, not the scatter-brained part...So, can you do thing when pausing time? Like, draw on my face with one of your pens and I'd never know?" His tone was clearly just teasing her, just to make some fun and try and get her to laugh or smile again. <br><br>"But yeah...I can walk through a fire, and just end up losing my clothes. Well, smoke is an issues too, but, I can usually put the fire out by absorbing the energy before that happens. And, I think I can melt ice...I don't see why not. But I've never really been put in super cold situations to test that out...Might have to experiment in the Danger Room sometime..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>21-03-2017, 17:05:04</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> Under a tree in the front lawn<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 10th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sunspot, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Chatting with Roberto<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tank (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/39/c4/69/39c4697e5b0b9070f0943ed66a50fc9e.jpg), gloves (https://img1.etsystatic.com/000/0/5588640/il_570xN.309568349.jpg), blue skinny jeans, and a pair of dirty converse sneakers<br><hr><br><strong>"I guess, maybe, your body would absorb the sunlight before it has a chance to do any harm," </strong>she began as she truly thought of how it would affect her with her fair complexion. <strong>"I don't know. Do you even tan when you're out in the sun?"</strong> she asked, curiously. He didn't seem to have any tan lines that she could see. He was definitely tan, but that could possibly be just how his skin is naturally. <strong>"If you never get a tan, it would mean that your body is absorbing the sun's rays too quickly to affect your skin. So, it would mean I would never burn, but also never get less pale than I already am,"</strong> she teased with a smile, picking fun at her own complexion. She had very fair skin after years of covering up completely and not going outside for the sake of going outside. When she did used to get sun, though, she would burn easily and more freckles would start to appear. Her face and shoulders were always the first to burn.<br><br>Hourglass seemed a bit surprised with his reaction to her power. She always thought of it as more of a curse than anything. Sure, she could stop time and move about freely or rewind and do things over again, but she had a price to pay for doing either. Her vertigo was not something that was pleasant at all. And the days that repeated themselves... They were torture at times. If she had the choice to be a mutant and have these abilities or be a normal person, she would choose the latter. All she ever wanted was a normal life.<br><br><strong>"I may have done so already,"</strong> she replied with a soft chuckle.<strong> "You look pretty silly with a purple uni-brow,"</strong> she teased with a smile before, without thought, turning slightly to face him. Her shoulder rested against the tree and her legs stayed bent and together as they rested in the grass. She was beginning to relax and open up to him more.<br><br><strong>"Well, as long as you stay low to the ground, the smoke shouldn't be too much of an issue. But you might wanna see it the Professor can get you fitted with some fire-proof clothes," </strong>she replied, blushing lightly at the quick thought of Sunspot being naked. She quickly pushed it from her mind, though. <strong>"Well, if you can change the temperature, I'm sure you can melt ice, so long as you stay conscious while encased in it. Do your powers work while you're sleeping? Like, do they keep you at the optimal temperature? So, like, if it was really cold in your room, would it keep you warm?" </strong>His powers were so very interesting to her. Maybe it was because she was a nerd and always liked to learn more. Or maybe she just wanted to keep him around to talk with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>21-03-2017, 17:29:02</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/DyLxkmN.png?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Roberto de Costa | Sunspot<br><strong>Location:</strong> Manion Front Yard<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sunday, September 10th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hourglass, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Playing some soccer when--oops!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br>"Hmm, you know, I just never noticed," he admitted when she asked if he ever tanned. The girl was really inquisitive, as she opened up. She was definitely going to have to be introduced to Rahne at some point, he had a feeling the two girls would get along really well. Two shy artists with a mind for asking questions...And it would do his all-but-a-sister good to have some more friends and socialize a bit more. She could only go far far with her nose stuck in that Bible of hers, trying to pray away things that weren't wrong, and to find answers she for questions she already had answered. He wasn't getting much anywhere with her lately though. Maybe a new and cuter face would have better luck? "I'm Brazilian, so I've always been a bit darker, but...Hm...I'll have to test this out sometime. If you'd want to be the judge on how it goes?" he teased her lightly, giving her a wink. <br><br>As she shifted her posture to face him a bit more, he smiled at her, before stretching some and laying back on the grass. It was funny that he had never thought about how the sun acted on his body, thanks to his powers. Not dealing with sunburns was definitely a bonus, especially with how much time he spent shirtless playing football. <br><br>When she actually teased him, though, he just laughed, echoing her chuckle as he looked up at her, folding his hands behind his head like a pillow on the ground.<br><br>"Do I? Well, you might as well go all out," he just grinned at her, playing along, "Maybe a blue nose, some nice rosy red cheeks...Cat whiskers?"<br><br>He spotted her blush when he had mentioned the end result of most of his trips into a fire. While he wondered just what she thought about, he didn't press, instead just nodding as she offered her thoughts. The girl was definitely bright. He did already have a fireproof uniform, but it was just for X-Men business. Smoke he'd yet to really have trouble with, baring one occasion, and as for controlling the temperature, that he at least had an answer to. <br><br>"Well, I've never woken up cold or hot, so I think they do. I can do the same with anyone I touch, too," he admitted with a bit of a shrug, "But I also run a bit warmer that most other people. If you touched me, you'd be able to tell, almost as if I was running a fever." he said casually. As she asked questions though, he was happy to keep answering. He did have a slightly vain streak, so talking about himself was something he enjoyed--as long as she knew it meant he got to ask stuff about her. "I can actually control the temperature in a space...about the size of a classroom, really. It's harder outside, with how the air moves around, but I can even hold a small bubble of heat around me. Like...Hm, here, I think you're close enough..." Grinning at her, he focused briefly, and Tess might feel a chill start entering the air around her. Just a drop of a few degrees, enough to give someone a brief case of chills, before the temperature would go back to normal. "You feel that? It's more noticeable inside though..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>21-03-2017, 19:13:30</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> Under a tree in the front lawn<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 10th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sunspot, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Chatting with Roberto<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tank (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/39/c4/69/39c4697e5b0b9070f0943ed66a50fc9e.jpg), gloves (https://img1.etsystatic.com/000/0/5588640/il_570xN.309568349.jpg), blue skinny jeans, and a pair of dirty converse sneakers<br><hr><br>Hourglass couldn't help but blush as Sunspot teased her, offering to let her judge on whether or not he'd get tan lines. It was an embarrassing thought, considering how little he seemed to wear already and how low his shorts hung on his hips. Peeking any lower to find a tan line would be dangerously close to inspecting his... package. She had never seen one up close and personal. Getting close to people was never something she had been able to do for a long time. <strong>"Uhm... Uh... I... I guess I could help," </strong>she replied, her freckled cheeks flushed with a rosy color. The thought of getting that close to him was giving her feelings she had never felt before coming to this place. She couldn't help but close her thighs tightly as she felt a bit of warmth radiating from between her legs. Her heart was beginning to race at the thought of what scene was playing in her mind. It was all so new to her.<br><br>Luckily, the change in subject helped her to cool down a bit. She tried to focus her mind on things that weren't as... exciting.<br><br><strong>"Well, if I colored your nose, you'd see it. You're always looking at your nose, but your mind ignores it. But, if it was a different color, you'd probably notice the change right away."</strong> Hourglass had spent a lot of time learning about things. Anything that kept her out of the apartment was something she enjoyed. Unfortunately, the only place she felt comfortable going was to the library. So, she read a lot.<br><br>As the air around her cooled her body, she tensed up a bit, not sure how cold he was going to make it. It was enough to give her goosebumps and also cause her nipples to harden and poke against the thin material of her shirt. She didn't recognize her body's reaction, though. She was too focused on him. She watched him as he concentrated. She couldn't help but get lost in the shape of his body, the way his muscles curved to define his shape. He was beautiful. And time froze for her - Or at least it felt like it did. In reality, she was simply distracted by him. She had never seen anything so perfect in her life. He was a God sent to earth to live among humans... and mutants. Seeing something like this up close after years of repression was something she couldn't really handle.<br><br>Hopefully he wouldn't notice; Or, at least, hopefully he didn't think she was beyond strange and avoid her from now on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>21-03-2017, 22:06:25</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f5/2a/44/f52a4492781a66d2f30f6a155f0eac60.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the lawn, beside a tree<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue, Robert, Rahne, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Having a picnic with friends.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br>Cam couldn't help but smile as her friends all seemed to be enjoying the picnic at least a little bit. Rogue still seemed a little frustrated, but it wasn't too much to keep her from playing around a bit. Rogue and Roberto were not the best of friends, but they did know how to behave. And Rogue's way of behaving was to play rough. Roberto seemed used to it and didn't seem to mind it enough to say anything about it. It was good to see that Rogue wasn't in too bad of a mood to stop herself from doing her usual routine of innocent hitting and teasing.<br><br>The blonde could do nothing but enjoy the scene before her as she ate her lunch with a smile. Sure, no one else had shown up for the picnic, but she didn't need a ton of people. These three were some of her closest friends and so she didn't care if it would only be them every time something was planned; She would be satisfied.<br><br>The picnic continued until everyone had their fill and the joking and laughing subsided. It was a good lunch.<br><br><div align="center">-End Scene-</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vatovie</strong> on <strong>23-03-2017, 21:33:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/d6/28/53/d6285301c0ee88ad27ad136149269e38.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Armando Muñoz (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918814#msg12918814)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and a T shirt over what he wears in the picture.<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a wonderful spot near the lake<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5th September, almost midnight<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hana<br><strong>Content:</strong> Armando can't sleep again and meets a new person<br><hr><br>Armando couldn't sleep, again. This kept happening, he would get tired and then power through it and then his body would just keep on powering through it until it decided not to. Could be in an hour, could be days from now so after he did what homework he could stand to do he decided to go for a walk. Clear his mind and maybe get exposed to something that would make his body evolve the ability to sleep again.<br><br>He hears the music from fairly far away and enjoys the feeling from it. Usually, his brain would just block out mental effects but this time it was one that was only positive so he got to enjoy it fully. He would walk until he found a good place to sit and listen to the cute girl play her music. He didn't want to bother her and take her out of the zone as she played. Not to mention if she didn't notice him until he tried to get her attention he could be a scary sight to suddenly turn around and see so he sat and enjoyed the music and waited until she was done before he would clapp to get her attention hoping she isn't afraid of the alien looking guy sitting nearby.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuki92</strong> on <strong>24-03-2017, 03:55:33</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/1QICteq.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wakana Hana (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13051491#msg13051491)<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a wonderful spot near the lake<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5th September, almost midnight<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Armando<br><strong>Content:</strong> Hana is surprised by the unexpected audience. She is wearing the same clothes as in the pic. Hana says the italic sentence in Japanese.<br><hr>After she was done with her music, Hana smiled widely and stretched her body with both of her hands high in the air. "<em><strong>Fwaah, it's feel really good.</strong></em>", that’s when she suddenly heard someone clapping from behind, he seemed like he'd already made himself comfortable, his position passive and calm, an alien-looking guy?. She was really surprised and it was showing on her face as clear as the sky was blue. She quickly regained her composure, and threw away her surprised face.<br><br><strong>“Ah… Um… Hello, I guess.”</strong>, Hana tried to start a conversation with an anxious smile while waving her hand awkwardly to the visitor, she still didn’t know who this guy was, is he or she even a human?, there was a lot of questions popping inside her mind, but at least it was not a hostile mind.<br><br><strong>“You… you aren’t here to kidnap me and take me to your spaceship, right?”</strong>, That might be have been wildly out of place, an inappropriate joke, but somehow it escaped her mind and came out of her mouth without hesitation. There might have been an awkward silence after this joke, but she will quickly said the next thing that came to mind.<br><br><strong>“Th... The weather is nice.”,</strong> another nonsensical comment came from her mouth as it was the only sentence she remember from the “How to be fluent in english in 30 days” book she read a few years back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>24-03-2017, 04:51:03</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/DyLxkmN.png?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Roberto de Costa | Sunspot<br><strong>Location:</strong> Manion Front Yard<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sunday, September 10th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hourglass, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Playing some soccer when--oops!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br>"Good. A study always needs an impartial, unbiased observer, hm?" Sunspot said with a short laugh when Hourglass, albeit nervously, said she could help him with his tanning experiment. Not that he figured it would really happen--it was a funny thought and good to joke about, but, he could tell from the red in her cheeks it probably wasn't a good idea to press on that. But, she still hadn't slapped him, so...Maybe she was interested, and just one of the shy ones?<br><br>Still, he knew better than to chase the new girls at the school. <br><br>But she seemed to appreciate the topic change, and when she described why coloring his nose wouldn't work because he would know, he just laughed softly. This girl was definitely a bit too much like Rahne--they had to meet sometime!<br><br>"Hah, but...Hmm, maybe..." he admitted, grinning at her, "Unless you used a marker that's close to my skin color...I'd never know then." Chuckling again, he sat up, looking her way. He noticed the way she was staring, but he had the good grace not to make it obvious he did. Or that he noticed how his playing with the temperature had caused a rather noticeable shift in her shirt...His eyes met hers though, and he winked at her. <br><br>"So, Hourglass...Looking to get anything special out of your time here? Or just biding time until you can go on your merry way?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vatovie</strong> on <strong>24-03-2017, 07:40:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/d6/28/53/d6285301c0ee88ad27ad136149269e38.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Armando Muñoz (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918814#msg12918814)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and a T shirt over what he wears in the picture.<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a wonderful spot near the lake<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5th September, almost midnight<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hana<br><strong>Content:</strong> Armando is very cofused as he speaks Japanse for a bit (The italics as well.)<br><hr><br>He would Laugh fully at her joke not seeming to care how awkward it was. <em>"No I go here and am actually part of the team for a lot of missions. I was only up because sometimes my powers don't let me sleep."</em> He says before realizing he didn't just speak English at all as his power once again was more so annoying than useful.<br><br>"Umm sorry about that, I have literally no control over my powers and didn't know languages were something I could get. I liked your music though and heck if it's easier for you to talk in whatever language that was then go for it. I don't know how but I understood you. " He said seeming to be more than a bit awkward that he just talked to her in a language he didn't even recognize. <br><br>"My name is Armando although if you've been following the X-men I'm Darwin." He said with a kind smile after standing up and taking a step towards her to hold out his hand. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuki92</strong> on <strong>24-03-2017, 12:57:52</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/1QICteq.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wakana Hana (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13051491#msg13051491)<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a wonderful spot near the lake<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5th September, almost midnight<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Armando<br><strong>Content:</strong> Hana introduces herself to her newfound friend(?).<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as the pic<br><hr>Hana went silent, showing her surprised expression once again when she heard he started to talk in Japanese. She was too surprised that she missed anything he said afterward, until he offered his hand to her.<br><br><strong>“Ah.. Um… Sorry…”</strong>, she said reaching for his hand with the harmonica in her grip. A second thought, before, Hana quickly put her harmonica back to her left hand in order to shake his hand.<br><br><strong>“Well, you can call me Hana. And uhh…”</strong>, she was thinking what to say next. <strong>“What to say.”</strong>, she rubbed the back of her head. It seemed like there was no end to her awkwardness.<br><br><strong>“Well, I’m just a street musician, and I don’t have any fancy superheroes name……… yet.”</strong>, she emphasized the 'yet' part at the end of the sentence. <strong>“Do you like music? I can play something for you.”</strong>, she smiled at him, a cheerful smile, washing away all of the previous awkwardness. <strong>“That’s the only thing I can do, though.”</strong>, she sighed before came to offer a smile, opening her violin case. There was a special slot for small instruments there and since she had a lot of instruments she needed to pick which ones she put there. Today, she brought her violin, a flute, and an ocarina. <strong>"Any request?"</strong>, she looked at the man near her waiting for an answer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>25-03-2017, 04:03:35</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/OprivateI34L37A267.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Danika Kincaid&nbsp; &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13050270#msg13050270)<br><strong>Location:</strong> One of the nearby lakes <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1 | Early Morning<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> All Black...Mostly (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/5c/34/8b/5c348be0db07f6b5a94d693d3f00dfe8.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gabriel Summers<br><strong>Content:</strong> Awkward Turtle &gt;.&gt;<br><hr><br><em>You got somethin’ against us spacefolk, hmm? <br></em><br>Gabriel’s accent deepened, highlighting the fact that he was not native to the region or country for that matter. It was still understandable though, even with its foreign cadence caressing against her ears. Until now, she had been unaffected by his physical appearance along with her silly attraction to him. Such things were easy to forget when overshadowed by her simmering rage. Their misunderstanding had been cleared, and there was now room for such childishness to flourish in her thoughts. It rankled her as all it did was complicate people’s lives. <br><br>Most of all, Danny abhorred weaknesses. Such emotions served no benefit. She observed others with close friendships or sexual relationships but all she could find was complication, betrayal, and heartache. Sure, there were sweet moments but those always yielded to bitterness. Still, she remained envious of their laughter and warm smiles. <br><br>“Don’t feel bad.” Danika’s words were whispered rather than spoken in her normal monotonous intonation. “I’m an equal opportunist. I discriminate against everyone with unbiased vigor. I can’t say the same about everyone else though.” <br><br><em>Can we hug now? Hugs are...nice. They weren't really a thing back home.<br></em><br>Her dark eyebrows lifted in surprise upon hearing his simple request. Well, at least, it should have been easy and uncomplicated. The last person to willingly hug her was someone she now shuddered to hear their name being spoken from anyone’s lips. Part of her really wanted to hug Gabriel, wrap her arms around him until she could smell the intoxicating scent coming from his skin. “Let’s work our way up to hugs, eh? Would a handshake suffice?” She extended her hand out to him, hoping he would be satisfied. "What else did they not do back home...on Chandrilar?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>25-03-2017, 04:41:05</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/8e/d6/c1/8ed6c179ab15b4d30e3a6032d6cea301.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Neena Thurman, "Domino"<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mansion Front Yard<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 10th, Noonish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sunspot, Hourglass<br><strong>Content:</strong> A need for a cigarette allows for something hopefully interesting, wearing this (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/24/02/d2/2402d290094084f4a55af7f2c8d1c360.jpg)<br><hr><br>She hadn't slept again. Of course, she rarely ever did. Sleep meant more nightmares, and who needed that? She had already screamed out in the night once...and unless she fell unconscious, there was no way she was going to do it again. It wasn't exactly the best way to make friends. Not that Domino really cared about that. If there was one thing years on the street and a lifetime of training had taught her, it was <em>don't trust anyone</em>.<br><br>She was barely down the steps of the front of the school when she had a Marlboro Mild between her fingers, and a lighter in her free hand. Pausing a moment, the cancer stick was popped between plush lips, and lighter struck up, both hands being used to hide the flame from the wind. A cherry red glow exploded from the tip of the ciggie, bluish smoke curling around her momentarily as she puffed it out. Sticking the lighter away, a deep drag was taken, before being exhaled into the sky...and into oblivion.<br><br>Slow steps carried her along the front of the school, finding herself before a field, where two people were talking. Taking another drag, she would flick the ashes. Dare she make herself known? Honestly, she didn't know if she wanted to. It was usually good to be anonymous. Of course, this was jail...albeit a nicer version of it. She still didn't know how she managed to get out of Rikers. She wasn't complaining...not fully. Partly jailed was better than totally jailed. And she did like the sun. Still...maybe she needed to show she wasn't to be fucked with. <br><br>Domino pondered all this, even as she kept those ice-blue hues settled upon the man (Roberto) and woman (Tessa). The girl seemed to be one of those introvert types. Good to know...they tended to be rather easy to bend to your will if need be. The guy....will, he was fit, no doubt. But he was a guy. Domino wondered how hard it would be to bend him to her will...or if she should even try.<br><br><em>Stop thinking that way. This isn't a mission</em> came the swift response of her inner voice. She didn't need to manipulate her way around here. Still, it was a hard habit to break. Especially when one spent a year without any sort of outside time. That she was standing outside now was amazing in and of itself.<br><br><em>Domino....girl. You need some friends around here</em>. She sighed. Crushing out the half-smoked cigarette under her heel, she began her approach...slow, so as to be able to hear the conversation, and turn off if it turned out to be something she didn't....or shouldn't....hear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>25-03-2017, 07:17:00</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> Under a tree in the front lawn<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 10th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sunspot, Domino, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Chatting with Roberto<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tank (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/39/c4/69/39c4697e5b0b9070f0943ed66a50fc9e.jpg), gloves (https://img1.etsystatic.com/000/0/5588640/il_570xN.309568349.jpg), blue skinny jeans, and a pair of dirty converse sneakers<br><hr><br>Hourglass couldn't help but have a continued blush on her face. Her freckled and rosy cheeks stood out from her otherwise fair skin. Sunspot was just so handsome and lean and nothing she had ever had the pleasure to gawk at. She had missed the ability to ogle over boys for most of her teen years and she didn't seem to know how to behave, it seemed. Most of her responses consisted of simple nods and the occasional <strong>"Mhmm"</strong> as he mentioned things that hardly required much of a response.<br><br>When he asked, however, what she was looking to get out of this place, she snapped herself out of it.<strong> "Well, um... I,"</strong> she began as she lowered her eyes to the grass and began to pick at it with her fingers. She plucked a blade here and there as she hesitantly responded. <strong>"I, uh... I didn't really have a great life out there. So, I'm kinda just looking for a fresh start. And friends. Definitely friends. I, uhm... I didn't have any before coming here. Well, I had some when I was like ten, but... But not more recently. I couldn't let anyone find out about me being a mutant, so... So I kinda just... I isolated myself,"</strong> she replied and chewed the inside of her cheek. She had decided to be more open to people here at this school after finding out about the pains other people had gone through as well. <strong>"My, um... My stepfather found out and he... Well... He didn't take it so well." </strong>The thought of it caused her to cross her arms over her lap and grip her own forearms, which were covered by her gloves.<br><br><strong>"I know there's a few others like me here. It helps to hear their stories and see how they've recovered from it. My roommate has a scar on her chest and she is just so brave. She doesn't hide it at all. I just want to get to a point where I'm that brave. But, I'm taking little steps to get there. This isn't even my shirt. I always wear long sleeves, but she insisted that I try to get more comfortable in my own skin and try some of her things on, so... So I'm working on it little by little."</strong><br><br>Her blue-gray eyes lifted from the grass and looked to his eyes. <strong>"Do you think I look silly? Like... With the gloves and all?"</strong> She couldn't help but feel curious what she looked like to everyone else. She wore the gloves to hide her scars, but she never stopped to think how it may look to someone else. She never questioned her bangs, though. She knew the right side of her face was hideous and she was hardly even comfortable with her friend Alison seeing it, and she had scars of her own. That would be a far bigger step than showing her defensive wounds.<br><br>As Domino approached, Hourglass was completely unaware of her eavesdropping. The sound of the game in front of them and her mind focused on other things prevented her from being perceptive enough to hear her footsteps in the grass. She probably would've kept her mouth shut about the whole thing if she knew that someone else was listening in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vatovie</strong> on <strong>25-03-2017, 09:00:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/d6/28/53/d6285301c0ee88ad27ad136149269e38.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Armando Muñoz (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918814#msg12918814)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and a T shirt over what he wears in the picture.<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a wonderful spot near the lake<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5th September, almost midnight<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hana<br><strong>Content:</strong> Trying to dispell awkwardness and think of a song for her to play. <br><hr><br>"Hey, I was just a kid who was a lab rat in a government facility until I came here and came up with my own. I'm sure you'll find your own cool name and I'd be glad to help. " He says with a smile before he hears her mention that playing music is just about all she can do. "Hey, I'm sure you can do more than that. What your best at isn't all your good at." He says trying to help make her feel better even if it's just in a small way. <br><br>When she asks if he has any requests he has to really think because honestly, he doesn't know very much music wise. "Ummm whatever is your favorite thing to play. Sorry, I kinda missed out on a lot of music until the last few years so I don't know many songs." He says With a kind smile as he would be happy to listen to just about anything from the cute girl who didn't seem to be totally afraid of him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 00:21:16</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/99/27/24/992724760789b481e6e2b22124956011.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Gabriel Summers | Vulcan<br><strong>Location:</strong> One of the nearby lakes<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 1st - Early Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Polaris<br><strong>Content:</strong>First Steps</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Gabe had no idea of the deep inner turmoil and thoughts that had been going through Danika's head involving him and others, their treatment of her and how it had all turned her into who she was. He was honestly just happy that whatever issue he'd caused had passed. He liked her, and her personality was starting to grow on him. It'd be a shame if their friendship had ended because she thought he was one way because everyone else was.&nbsp; He leaned forward to catch what she whispered, and when he heard it arched his brow while scoffing. <br><br>"Hmmm. I was right. I do like you. You're funny." He didn't think anything was wrong with hugs. If anything, hugs were an amazing greeting. They got your point across, as well as showing closeness and affection. It was no surprise D'ken had outlawed things like that. So it was a bit surprising when she said they needed to work their way up to a hug, like it wasn't a normal thing. <br><br>Well this was her show, and he had no problem with that, so he shrugged. He took her hand, and shook it one time before he brought it up to his lips and kissed the back. He'd seen that in a movie and it felt like the right moment. Once he let go, his hands slinked into his pockets and he huffed, wondering where to start about his home. "Oh man, I could go on for days. Ummmm, there's no game shows like here. We've got the Arena for the legal fights. And the Pit, for the not-so legal. Emperor D'ken gets his cut either way," he said as he suddenly stared far beyond the girl in front of him for a few moments while he remembered.<br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 01:28:31</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/OprivateI34L37A267.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Danika Kincaid&nbsp; &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13050270#msg13050270)<br><strong>Location:</strong> One of the nearby lakes <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1 | Early Morning<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> All Black...Mostly (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/5c/34/8b/5c348be0db07f6b5a94d693d3f00dfe8.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gabriel Summers<br><strong>Content:</strong> Unexpected Feelings <br><hr><br>Closeness and affection might be normal for some students and maybe even professors but it was a foreign concept for Danika, one she had not permitted herself to experience in years. Right now, she was more comfortable with figuratively dipping her toe into the water rather than diving directly into the shallow pools of the deep end. It was rather pathetic but she was not willing to just lower her guard. She would rather face one of Charles’ more brutal levels in the Danger Room than take such a risk. <br><br>“It’s one of my lesser known talents,” Danny admitted with a wry twist of her lips. Humor, though frequently dark, often got her through the worst parts of her day. Usually other people did not find it amusing though. “That and I have an uncanny talent to cook perfect Ramen noodles.” <br><br>Danika had no idea what Gabriel intended to do when he reached for her hand. She fully expected him to conduct himself like any other normal person and shake it. Only she foolishly forgot he was not normal, not even by mutant standards. Shock paralyzed her from pulling back from his gentle hold as he lifted her hand up to his mouth. It was more devastating than a hug. God, why didn’t she just let him hug her? The feel of his lips against her skin was brief but the touch was branded upon her mind. <br><br>Her face instantly burned with disbelief at his audacity. Internally, she reminded herself that Gab did not know any better. Like a child, he needed to be taught. Why hadn’t one of the professors told him the dos and don’ts already? Why hadn’t his sister? Yes, she had decided to help Gab since his actions proved he was more clueless than her. Rather than lecture him, she snapped her fingers twice in front of his face in order call his attention back to their conversation rather in some distant la-la land. “Hey! Earth to space cadet!” Only when he refocused back on her did she continue, “You zoned out for a few seconds. We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” Danny understood how memories could be more painful than punches so she did not want to inflict unintended harm on him. “Are you hungry? I haven’t had anything but a coffee this morning. I wouldn't mind sharing a piece of toast or something.” <br><br><em>Stop thinking about it,</em> she silently chided herself with a twitch of her lips. To avoid doing something embarrassing, she replicated his actions and shoved her hands into her jacket's pockets. "Cereal could work too. I didn't like them at first. Too sugary. They've gone on me though." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuki92</strong> on <strong>27-03-2017, 00:20:39</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/1QICteq.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wakana Hana (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13051491#msg13051491)<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a wonderful spot near the lake<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5th September, almost midnight<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Armando<br><strong>Content:</strong> Hana does another performance for her new friend.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as the pic<br><hr><br><strong>“Well, that’s... um... Yeah... Alright.”,</strong> Hana didn’t know how to comment on that “lab rat” part, so she just add some quick nods, it would be bad if she said some inappropriate things again.<strong>”Well, thanks for trying to encourage me, but... it’s okay, really. It’s the only things i can do and i've already accepted that.”</strong>, she paused a moment while she put her harmonica back in her pocket. <strong>“Let’s see, i’m not good at sports, i’m a klutz, i can’t read the mood, I’m bad at conversation, i'm a forgetful person, i'm too shy, a lot of people said i'm childish, get carried away easily, i can't even ride a bike, weak...”</strong>, she kept counting her negative traits with her fingers until it reached ten and couldn't be counted with her own fingers anymore. <strong>“See?”,</strong> she showed her palms to Armando with a serious face.<br><strong><br>“But, at least i still have a music.”</strong>, she shifted herself back to her violin case and took the ocarina.<br><br>She was staring at the lake.<br><br>Slowly she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Her aura slowly changed as she played the ocarina, and melody started to dance around her. The first tune was one of the songs that her mother played for her in the past when they played on the beach(海の声 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CnqsV_XVbjY&amp;feature=youtu.be&amp;t=20s)). After the first song was done, she quickly shifted to the second song, without a break between them (ひまわりの約束) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cJK1qKOe9Wc&amp;feature=youtu.be&amp;t=14s) and continuing with the third song（花は咲く） (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ed1s_UhutYM&amp;feature=youtu.be&amp;t=13s). She was too caught up in her emotions to realize that she already played the third song without a break.<br><br>It was a full 15 minutes of ocarina. The music was rich with her past, her memories. So, she couldn’t hold back her emotions. When that ocarina parted away from her lips, tears started to flow from her eyes, she was staring at the beautiful moon without saying anything, almost forgetting that there was someone there. If it were only her, Hana would stay locked, staring at the moon, unless someone brought her back to reality or another hour had passed. The musician wasn't crying because of her power, she couldn't be affected by her own power, it was just the emotion itself that was so overwhelming.<br><br>During her performance just then, she'd been projecting negative emotions, loneliness and the feel of parting/separation were the main emotions, but the effect on each person might be different. Anyone who could have heard it would be able to control their powers more efficiently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>27-03-2017, 17:41:18</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/99/27/24/992724760789b481e6e2b22124956011.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Gabriel Summers | Vulcan<br><strong>Location:</strong> One of the nearby lakes<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 1st - Early Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Polaris<br><strong>Content:</strong>First Steps</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Dani's joke had him wondering if he had any lesser known talents or skills. Well he had been D'ken's personal servant, so he was more than just a bodyguard. He had to entertain D'ken when the jester wasn't around. He had to cook for him when a full kitchen staff couldn't be brought along. He supposed he had many talents, but which of them was he proud of because it wasn't forced on him? <br><br>Singing maybe? Singing calmed him and he had a surprisingly nice voice. "I can sing. And I can cook pretty good too, I think? I'm not sure how my culinary skills transfer down here to Earth. But definitely let me try some of your noodles one day. I love Earth food!" After kissing her hand, he didn't think he'd done anything wrong, but her face waaaas pretty red. After explaining a bit about himself, and getting lost in his mind, the sharp snaps coming from Danika did indeed snap him out of it.<br><br>&nbsp;"Hmmm, what? Oh no, it's fine. I uh, I came to terms with my life a long time ago. The memories are painful, but nowhere near as bad as the living through them part. So I'm okay, and I'm an open book. Anything you wanna know, ask away." Rubbing his stomach as it seemed to grumble at just the right time, he nodded. "I'm pretty much hungry all the time. I could share some cereal and toast; yeah, I'd like that."<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 14:06:18</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/DyLxkmN.png?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Roberto de Costa | Sunspot<br><strong>Location:</strong> Manion Front Yard<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sunday, September 10th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hourglass, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Playing some soccer when--oops!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as photo<br><hr><br>Roberto didn't notice that Domino was slowly creeping up on where he was sitting with hourglass. Normally he would have. Maybe. Probably, anyway. He liked to keep an eye on what was going on around him. But the conversation with Hourglass was venturing to a territory where he knew he should give her all his attention. <br><br>Hourglass certainly was far from the other one at the school with that kind of story. As sad as it was, he could think of at least a dozen people he knew well with similar, awful things having happened to them. Some of them he was close to, like Rahne and Rogue, others he just knew in passing. His own story wasn't the best, though aside from one thing he yet blamed himself for, he wouldn't change anything that had happened. When his powers had manifested he had gotten lucky. Brazil wasn't in the height of anti-mutant sentiment that the world was in now, so people were merely afraid instead of homicidal. But in that moment the people he had needed to stand by him and support him had done so. His father and mother, and his...<br><br>...Well, he wish she hadn't stayed by him. Maybe she would still be alive if so.<br><br>"Hey," he said softly, a kind smile on his lips as she huddled around herself, when her mind started to drift back to her stepfather, "You're safe here, hm? All you have to worry about here is a rogue football." He reached over, giving her knee a brief touch and reassuring squeeze. As she was mentioned her roommate and the girl letting her borrow some clothes to try and get more comfortable with herself, he just nodded at her, and smiled again. "Silly? You look just fine, <em>gatta</em>," he told her with a wink, grinning at her, "If you think you look silly, then I guess I'm a clown, what with this colored face and nose. Besides...Rogue would punch me in the face if I complained about gloves." Teasing her, he chuckled, and let out a sigh. She probably didn't know Rogue...Turnabout was fair play, so, he might as well share his own story.<br><br>"My powers decided to show themselves in the middle of a championship football game back in Brazil. I was just...fourteen, I think. Middle of the field, in front of thousands of people...It was terrifying. The months that came after were rough. I don't know if I would even be here today, if not for the Professor. Sending some people of his down my way to help me, bring me to America..." Shrugging, he looked back at her, "I got lucky, I know...Hey, have you met Rogue? Or...Rahne Sinclair? I should introduce you if not, they're pretty cool. Rahne is an artist too, you know."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 22:27:00</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/8e/d6/c1/8ed6c179ab15b4d30e3a6032d6cea301.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Neena Thurman, "Domino"<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mansion Front Yard<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 10th, Noonish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sunspot, Hourglass<br><strong>Content:</strong> A need for a cigarette allows for something hopefully interesting, wearing this (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/24/02/d2/2402d290094084f4a55af7f2c8d1c360.jpg)<br><hr><br>Now Domino couldn't help but snort. Talking about looking silly with gloves, she couldn't help but look down to her own fingerless gloves, a smirk playing upon her lips as she flicked the ash from her cigarette, and then took another drag. Blowing the smoke away, she finally spoke up, her voice genteel, with only the slightest hint of a razors edge to it. It was something she had to try and break out of....but old habits. <strong>"There is nothing wrong with wearing gloves. Anyone says otherwise should be punched in the face."</strong><br><br>It was a likely failed attempt at humor. Looking up to the two again, she would shrug gently. <strong>"Sorry....couldn't help but overhear. Don't know if you guys are having like...a private conversation or anything, but if you are, I can go.."</strong> Free hand lifted, allowing thumb to jerk back the way she had come. Truth was, Domino was wondering if she should go, or if she should stay, just to play devils advocate. Of course, it was all predicated on whether or not they wanted her around or not. <strong>"I'm Do....uhh..."</strong> There was a pause. She had been told to try and use her name whenever possible. After all, it would help her regain the humanity that she had lost. Even if her calsign had been her identity for years. <strong>"Neena. I'm Neena."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 23:50:12</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> Boathouse by the lake<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 3rd, late evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> David (Prodigy)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Sharing some drinks<br><hr><br>After the meeting with the Ambassador, Jean went to the boathouse to unwind from the stressful day. She went to the boathouse, which she had often used as a place to clear her head away from the busy thoughts that permeated the school. In this place, she could collect her own thoughts and emotions. She sat down by the edge of the boardwalk and dipped her toes on the water. She really hoped that today's meeting would have a positive impact on the school. <br><br>As she looked at the last colors of the setting sun on the sky, she opened up a beer to and arched her back, trying to decompress. The gentle breeze felt nice on her red hair which was now blowing softly on the wind. <br><br>Suddenly, another presence entered her thoughts. It was one she recognized well. <em>"David?"</em> She projected her thoughts before turning her head to see the young man approaching her. She smiled and telekinetically lifted a bottle from the pack, <strong>"In the mood to share a beer?"</strong> She asked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 03:02:11</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> Under a tree in the front lawn<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 10th, Noon-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sunspot, Domino, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Chatting with Roberto and Neena<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tank (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/39/c4/69/39c4697e5b0b9070f0943ed66a50fc9e.jpg), gloves (https://img1.etsystatic.com/000/0/5588640/il_570xN.309568349.jpg), blue skinny jeans, and a pair of dirty converse sneakers<br><hr><br>Hourglass couldn't help but blush at his calling her gata again, now that she knew what it meant. That, paired with his touch, helped her forget all about her stepfather and the things he had done to her. Looking up into his eyes, she listened to his story and felt so sorry for him. It was one thing to find out on your own, while alone, and make decisions to keep it hidden from the world, but to have your powers show up in front of a large crowd, everyone with their eyes on you... It sounded horrifying. She knew if it had happened to her, she probably would have caved in on herself and been too terrified to do much of anything.<br><br>Hearing him mention of few other people, she shook her head and was about to ask who they were when someone spoke up from behind them, seemingly out of no where. It caused her to jump and squeeze Sunspot's hand without even knowing she had done so. She looked over her shoulder to see who it was and saw someone she didn't recognize, which wasn't saying much. Hourglass had only been around for two weeks, so she didn't recognize a lot of people at this school.<br><br><strong>"Neena? It's nice to meet you. I'm Hourglass,"</strong> she replied with a slight smile after finally relaxing from her startled state. <strong>"Thank you... About the gloves thing. I like yours. Would you like to sit and watch the game with us?" </strong>she asked before looking back in front of her to make sure she had all her pens and her sketchpad beneath her legs. It was then that she noticed that she had been holding Sunspot's hand and immediately let it go with a soft <strong>"Sorry."</strong><br><br><strong>"It's nice and shady over here, if you burn easily like I do,"</strong> she mentioned as she brushed a few pens under her legs, off of the shady spot beside her.<br><br><strong>"Are you new? I'm pretty new here, so I don't really know who's new or not, but I haven't seen you around yet. Not trying to assume or anything."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>04-04-2017, 07:05:38</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/e0KtfDX.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> David ‘Dave’ Alleyne<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Boathouse<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sunday September 3rd, Late Evening <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean Grey<br><strong>Content:</strong> Catching up with a friend<br><hr><br><br>After the meeting with the ambassador, all David could think about was how disastrous it could have gone and how thankful he was that it went as well as it did. They'd done it. He could feel it. One small step had been taken for the mutants at the academy. <br><br>For the moment, more than anything, he wanted time to reflect. In less than a year he'd gone from not admitting his heritage to a member of the X-Men and actively assisting on deals to improve mutant quality of life. For David there was an urge to make up for lost time, to try and fix as much as he could. <br><br>He walked mostly aimlessly through the grounds before he spotted the boat house. A smile teased at the corner of his mouth as he walked towards the spot, suspecting that he’d find Jean there also trying to decompress after the meeting. <br><br>There wasn’t a hint of hesitation as David took the beer from Jean’s psychic hand, opening it before taking a sip and sitting next to her.<br><br><strong>“It feels like we did a good thing”</strong> He said simply, a pleased smile on his face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>05-04-2017, 05:34:29</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/JWIWv1D.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James 'Logan' Howlett<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blackbird, monitored airspace around Westchester County<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th, 2017, early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers | Cyclops<br><strong>Content:</strong> Smooth sailing&nbsp; in the stratosphere; Minor turbulence in the cockpit. Logan wants to get to know his student.<br><hr><br>The kid was a natural in the cockpit. As soon as he'd surrendered controls to her, she checked her instruments as she'd always been instructed, not forgetting a single one. Salem even made a comment on their low altitude; He'd purposely brought them to the lower range of typical altitude for their class of jet aircraft, curious to see if she'd take note if it. <strong>"Heh."</strong> The sound was somewhere between a grunt and a chuckle, but it was a sound of approval that Logan had given her so many times since they'd been working together. A beat later, the girl made a similar noise, noting the roughness around one of their wings; Logan could feel it in his bones, and like him, Salem didn't need to rely on an instrument to take notice and begin to adjust the wings. When she took manual control of those adjustments, Logan shifted uneasily in his seat, but kept his mouth shut. The kid knew what she was doing, and he should have remembered that Scott had been capable of something similar. It was like she could feel the plane around her as if it were her own body, every curve of the jet akin to her own, and guiding it correctly through the air was as natural as walking in a straight line.<br><br>Once they had finally eased into a steady course, the cockpit fell silent. With clear weather ahead, Salem had no more dutiful observations of the plane. She could have abandoned the pilot's seat for a bathroom break and come back before any manual input was required to keep them in the air. Logan relaxed visibly in his seat and clicked his seatbelt off; He lifted his feet an inch off the ground, preparing to kick back and rest his boots on the dash, but he remembered something that made him plant back on the floor. Scott had hated it; The unruly X-Man had a habit of getting mud on the console, and he'd rather have died on a hill arguing than to correct himself and apologize. Logan didn't like people telling him what to do... Or at least, he hadn't. It had been a long time ago. He kept himself from soiling the dashboard just to make her happy. And while he found any similarities between Scott and Salem curious and interesting, a part of him didn't want to know how extensive it was. That small bit of Logan worried that she'd grow up to resent him because it was just their nature to be at each other's throats.<br><br>After a few minutes, in which Logan allowed himself to ease up a bit around her, he could tell that she had some questions on her mind. He could sense it in her body language and the way she stole occasional glances at him, the movement <em>almost </em>imperceptible through the obstruction of her ruby-quartz glasses. Then again, Salem had an odd way of telegraphing her social body language, as if to make up for her constant poker face. When she finally broke open the conversation and asked him about his past, he rolled his head to the side to stare at her, making a face at her. It wasn't that he was reluctant to speak with her; Logan still struggled with that question himself, and hadn't talked to anyone about it for more than a second or two.<br><br><strong>"Well... There are some things I regret not doin' over there."</strong> His world was still a blasted hell-hole dominated by villains, and he still worried about those he had left behind, chiefly the Hulk infant and Dani Cage. <strong>"But for the most part, that place is hell. Not sayin' this is heaven, but it's... Nice enough."</strong> It made him feel a little guilty to grin, but 'nice enough' was a big departure from where he had been. There was still hope in Salem's world, still a chance for people to have a normal life. Maybe not for Logan, but he could make sure that Salem and the rest of Xavier's school could see a better future than the one he'd seen.<br><br><strong>"Say. Somethin' I've been wonderin' since I came here... Why's Alex with Magneto? It's not like the Havok that I knew. He usually had some sense, and wasn't really interested in bein' a fighter."</strong> Logan had been wanting to talk to her on a more personal level for some time. Throughout their training and lessons together, they had been an ideal model of a professional teacher-student relationship. Conversation came easy when he was giving her a lesson, or she was assailing him with questions. But he wanted to know more about her, and changing gears from work to play wasn't as easy for him nowadays as it used to be. Not nearly as mechanical or fluid as flipping a switch on the pilot's console. She was as easy to read as an accelerometer gauge, but he didn't know what to do with what she was telling him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>08-04-2017, 14:41:48</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/OprivateI34L37A267.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Danika Kincaid&nbsp; &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13050270#msg13050270)<br><strong>Location:</strong> One of the nearby lakes <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1 | Early Morning<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> All Black...Mostly (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/5c/34/8b/5c348be0db07f6b5a94d693d3f00dfe8.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gabriel Summers<br><strong>Content:</strong> Unexpected Feelings <br><hr><br><em>I can sing.<br></em><br>“You can what?” Danny voiced the question without forethought. Her statement caused more from surprise than lack of hearing capabilities. Grey hues focused on his face as she tried to determine if he was bullshitting or being serious with her. One look at his face confirmed the latter to be true. Did he even know how to bullshit? Mentally, she noted another useful skill to teach him if he wanted to fit in better with other earthlings and more importantly other students at the mansion. Either way, singing was an odd skill to be in possession of and she could not understand the hows and whys behind it. “Do you mean like singing in the shower or professionally like you could record a few songs and become hit on Youtube?” <br><br><em>I came to terms with my life a long time ago.<br></em><br>The way Gabriel spoke just then gave her the impression that he might be older than he physically appeared. There were a few mutants, here at school and elsewhere, who possessed the ability to slow their body’s aging process or simply existed for longer periods of time than the usual human lifespan. That’s not possible, she kicked around the idea in her brain, only to remember that he had siblings close in age to herself. Still, maybe time functioned differently on Chandrilar. <br><br>“Alright, I’ll bite,” Danny said in response to his invitation for questions as she lead the way back to the mansion. “How old are you in Chandry years?” She shortened the name of the planet he mentioned earlier due to it being near impossible to roll the word accurately from her tongue. English was already difficult enough at times. No need to add space language to the equation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vatovie</strong> on <strong>11-04-2017, 06:44:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/d6/28/53/d6285301c0ee88ad27ad136149269e38.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Armando Muñoz (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918814#msg12918814)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and a T shirt over what he wears in the picture.<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a wonderful spot near the lake<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5th September, almost midnight<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hana<br><strong>Content:</strong> Listening to a song or two. Or three.<br><hr><br>"Hey I can survive and that's just about it for me. I can't easily retain information that isn't about people I know. I can't reliably do any kind of art or cooking or anything that is a mix of creativity and physical skill. I look like a damned alien and even with all that I am still a positive guy because I looked long and hard for what I was good at. I focused on those things and I made them what really mattered to me. So what if you can only do music, which I'm sure isn't all you can do, just focus on it and being good at it. Don't let what you don't like about yourself ruin the success of what you like about who you are. " Armando would say after she counted up all her flaws and as she got her instruments out to start playing.<br><br>He would listen peacefully to her songs as they would remind him how he had felt for all those years he was trapped in a cell while people poked and prodded him and did everything they could to try and kill him or replicate what he could do. It didn't feel good to have those memories and emotions thrown back in his face but he had made his peace with that all mostly and was able to go back to fewer thoughts about what had happened to him and more to how the song was making him feel. He wanted to make sure she didn't feel like that. He wanted to be able to speak to her in what he was pretty sure was her native language. He did not realize it at first that he could now do just that if only for a little bit. <br><br><em>"See don't be sad about what you aren't good at. Enjoy what you are good at. Like this, you gave me control over my powers that previously I had to just hope would do more than helping me live through anything. You have the ability to let me do just about anything and all you had wanted to do was play some songs. Music is enough and I get you feel lonely but you are in a place where just about everyone has felt like that. You aren't alone now. You aren't a freak now especially not as long as you stand next to me." </em> He would say with a kind smile as he cries a little bit as well not noticing as it had been while since he had the ability to. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>11-04-2017, 08:07:46</strong>
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				<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/kPul1Qb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cyclops (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918911#msg12918911)<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the sky, co-pilot’s seat<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th, evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Logan (closed)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black leather flight suit and visor. Hair is down around shoulders.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salem is flying the blackbird. She found the proper flap and tilt that causes the problems. She considers trying to fix it temporarily, but decides against it. Instead, she decides to focus on Logan and engage in the conversation. She picks up the name Alex, and focuses on it a bit, not sure who Logan is talking about. She asks perfect questions, partly by some accident.<br><hr>They continued North, easily, steadily. It was an ok trip. While Salem listened carefully to Logan she let herself get distracted evenly by the module under her right hand. She gathered the information in bits and put it together after it happened. While she was doing multiple things at once like this, flying a plane, talking to Logan, monitoring an auto-pilot, and thinking about the possible romantic situation she was in; she was a bit behind. About one half of a second, it took time to absorb everything at once. But she was acing it.<br><br>She noted Logan’s grunt of approval, and oh dear god did she notice it. <em>‘Hum-hum-hum-hum’</em> Even her mind shuttered. She enjoyed that sound very much, and she wasn’t sure why but it had a particular effect on her ego. She swelled with pride visibly, with everything but a smile or a direct recognition. She looked proud, almost off putting with her astute nature and her perfect posture.<br><br><strong>“Mmhm.” </strong>She offered a light hum to acknowledge a small stopping point. She took it all in, <em>‘even flow, at a 181 degree on C-flap, 182, 183, 184, 185.’ - ‘When did I last dream about him?’ - ‘Same for 175-179.’ - ‘flap D,’ - ‘181…’ - ‘I think it was On Tuesday.’ - ‘yeah, the broken danger room dream.’ -&nbsp; ‘… 175-179, uneven distribution over sensor,’</em> - <strong>“Huh”</strong>. The computer showed the problem, Salem’s mind started to work through how it could have happened. She also happened to catch Logan’s relaxation pose settling in and she could almost feel him start to put his feet up, <em>‘no, he wouldn’t…’ </em>Then, he didn’t. <em>‘Good.’ - ‘Malfunctioning gear, not on this plane,’ - ‘Was the danger room dream a blowjob dream or a sex dream?’ - ‘mud or oil in the mechanism?, no, not on this place.’ - ‘Improper installation upon maintenance… That’s reasonable.’ - ‘It was a blowjob dream, fuck it went on forever.’ - ‘If they missed the center of the rotor by one tooth, we would get an irregular push on the right wing.’ - ‘I could probably shift the sensor and calibrate it with a five degree offset…’ - ‘No.’ </em>Salem stopped herself. They were flying straight, and the plane was perfectly safe with this little problem. <em>‘That’s why there were six flaps per wing.’ - ‘He has regrets about his old past, I didn’t expect that. Regrets?’ - ‘Check the stupid flap when it’s on the ground.’ - ‘pay attention to Logan!’ </em>She was lucky that her two little mouth sounds had fit with Logan’s pacing, even if one of them had done so intentionally. He still had more to say as she continued to compile information. The plane was steady and North. Salem stopped checking the plane’s flaps and turned her face toward Logan as she kept the plane forward.<br><br><strong>“I think I know what you mean, it must have been bad where… um, when…” </strong>Salem struggled over the exact words to use. <strong>“You came from a horrible place, this horrible place is much less horrible. I follow.”</strong> Her head shifted back and forth, from the instruments, and Logan, glancing at her teacher when it felt right to glance over and display the minimal expression she had.<br><br>She let the conversation move on naturally, Logan had mentioned two names that referred to the same person, and she had had that person locked away from her memory, in a way. Salem had never looked for her siblings. Gabriel had found her, and he told her more than she wanted to know, it made it difficult for her to figure out what the hell happened to her as a child. And, Xavier had never told her about Alex Summers. It was simple, Cyclops was focused, and she’d never once thought to ask. She was selfish in a way, completely focused on making herself as perfect as possible.<br><br><strong>“Who’s Alex?” </strong>Salem shook her head lightly, she wasn’t sure if she was supposed to know about him or not. It felt like she was, <em>‘did somebody tell Logan I used to date an Alex?’ - ‘Did I used to date an Alex?’ - ‘No.’ </em>Salem looked to Logan, and she could suddenly feel something very off.<em> ‘What…?’</em><br><br><strong>“Am I supposed to know who ‘The Havok’ is?” </strong>Salem liked to keep herself up on things. She liked to do research into other mutants, especially particular people that were in opposition to her. She hadn’t looked into every member of the brotherhood. But, she’d never heard this name. <strong>“Maybe you’re thinking of a friend that guy-version of me had in your other world.”</strong> She was showing some levity. It was hard to read that crimson mask of hers. Cyclops didn’t like being out of the loop on anything, she wanted to know about this Alex for a few reasons, if only to get closer to Logan was the most worthwhile cause in her mind. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>12-04-2017, 18:23:50</strong>
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				<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/99/27/24/992724760789b481e6e2b22124956011.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Gabriel Summers | Vulcan<br><strong>Location:</strong> One of the nearby lakes<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 1st - Early Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Polaris<br><strong>Content:</strong>She's Awesome</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> His expression didn't falter an inch when her surprise showed. It was like he'd lied directly to her face or something, but he just nodded, canting his head to the side and smiling a bit. He was a bit proud of his voice, even if he'd been forced to sing for D'Ken and his peoples enjoyment. He'd been trained, but the talent had always been there. And it was true that he did enjoy singing in the shower. It was one of the few places he could get away from everything back home.<br><br>&nbsp;"Yeah. I do sing in the shower, but, ya know I think I'm good enough that someone would notice. Ooo, here. Ahhhem." He cleared his throat and took a step back. He put a hand on his chest and kept his eyes locked on hers. And then, he started to sing (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4o7VE30ptHo). It was a beautiful melody that was oddly appropriate for the moment the two had been sharing the past few minutes.<br><br>&nbsp;During the impromptu performance, he showed his range and made sure she knew that he was as good as he said. "...I keep trying to hide, the way I feel. Insiiiiiiiiiide." The last note trailed off beautifully, then he walked back to her and slid his hands back into his pockets. "See? Told you I could sing." The walk back to the mansion was nice, peaceful, and a good time for contemplation even during their talk. "How old am I on Chandrilar? You know, I think they age similarly to us. They only difference is they are basically evolved from birds. Their hair is kinda like feathers, and they're really strong. But they seem to get older about the same. So there or here, I'm still eighteen give or take the few months before D'Ken actually started keeping count."<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>13-04-2017, 13:26:15</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/fe0f562556e9ab651c95c35cedd0a971/tumblr_njxs5sgSZY1swwx3co3_250.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Director David Charleston <br><strong>Location:</strong> Speaking on the lawn to a group of students and teachers <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sunday, September 14th, Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone (OPEN)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Speech to the assembled school <br><hr><br>The lawn had been pre-set up by a few of the teachers and some of Charleston's staff through the morning. It was always immaculately kept and now had about a hundred small chairs laid out to sit on, with a small wooden platform at the front and a microphone stand wired up. It was unassuming and restrained, making sure to avoid appearing imposing or too official. The idea was to come as a friend and do his best to dispel to the image of heartless government official. Fortunately it was a nice day, with the sun shining through the trees and making the grass almost glow in the light. David waited patiently seated until the students had assembled so he could talk to as many as wanted to hear what he had to say. And he had a lot to say, a lot was going to be accomplished today. Finally he looked over and saw Charles give him a little nod to confirm it had reached half past one, the appointed time that had been told to all of the students. He stood up and looked over the crowd with a softened expression. No need for any harshness here. <br><br><strong>"Hello, students and teachers of Charles Xavier's school. My name is David and the aim of this speech is to take the first steps in repairing the relationship between the Government and you. Not you as a mass, or a school or a group but you as each and every individual before me today and the thousands of others like you throughout America. I want to take a moment to tell you that despite my actions, and mistakes, my goal has never been anything but protecting the lives of the vulnerable. Until recently I failed to realise that each of you has vulnerabilities and fears just like the civilians I was attempting to defend. But now I know that nothing but the actions we commit defines who we are. And I am now admitting and accepting that my actions defined me as a heartless person."</strong><br><br>It hurt to accept his mistakes so publicly but he knew anything else would invite criticism and this would be the best possible shot at calming a crowd who were rightfully very against him.<br><br><strong>"And so in the spirit of this we have several new rulings designed to return your freedoms to you as best we can. First and foremost in the next twenty-four hours every one of you will have the opportunity to have your tags removed, this is not mandatory. The process will be made as quick as possible, and should leave minimal to no permanent damage. There will be an on-site set up in the grounds and each of you will be given a time slot for the operation. Then, after all operations have been completed you will all be given tracking bracelets. While wearing these you will have the opportunity to visit the nearest town freely and without the accompaniment of teachers. You will each be given as much freedom as possible initially. However I have to warn you that any criminal acts committed will reflect very poorly both on yourself as an individual and the group you are with. It is vital to maintain a positive image. To this end you will be given the opportunity to do some volunteering. There is a hospital designed to take care of ill mutants in the town, working directly with our best geneticist Dr. Thein. You will be able to volunteer here and even meet with him if you would like to discuss your abilities and his ability to help you. Not only that but the town's homeless shelters, animal shelters and charity shops will be available to volunteer at. Any other ideas can be discussed with your teachers. You will also be able to go on field trips and home visits, and invite your parents to visit the school or town. Initially everyone will be expected to wear their tracking bracelet at all times if off the school grounds but with positive results more freedoms can be afforded to people." </strong><br><br>David took a heavy breath and smiled at the students. Not a false politicians smile but that of a man who genuinely cares about the people in front of him. <br><br><strong>"I will be available to a few people for questions if anyone would like to discuss what has been brought to you today in detail, aside from that your teachers will be fully informed on the freedoms and limitations. Thank you all for attending and I hope this is the first step on the road to an equal society."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>13-04-2017, 16:44:07</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> Boathouse by the lake<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 3rd, late evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> David (Prodigy)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Sharing some drinks<br><hr><br>Jean smiled at her friend, <strong>"I figured a quick celebratory drink was in order."</strong> She said with a light chuckle as she shifted to sit facing him. <strong>"The negotiations seemed to go well. I know that the Ambassador will have a hard time convincing the government to fulfill all our wishes, but its a start."</strong> This was something she had been wanting to do ever since they were all tagged as weapons of mass destruction, and at times it had been very frustrating to feel helpless. But at last they were making headway.<br><br>Because the sun was just setting, it wasn't either too cold or too hot. It was just right. Jean felt the breeze lightly brush her red hair and she swiped it off her face with her free hand. <strong>"This is how we do it, David."</strong> She continued, <strong>"This is how we build a better future."</strong> There had been times when Magneto's way seemed like the only way for mutants to have freedom and equal rights. However, for the first time in longer than she had realized, Jean felt optimistic about their future. A future where there would be no genetic war. Each side would have to compromise at some point. That's part of living together as humans. <br><br><strong>"I was so excited, I called my mom to tell her the news. She was thrilled. I'm hoping I can get to visit them soon."</strong> Jean shook her head with a crooked smile, <strong>"It seems silly, doesn't it? Such a trivial thing most people take for granted and we have to fight for it."</strong> Work had taken her time away from her family and she would usually refuse any perks to visit them because she felt she was needed at the institute. Yet now she felt like she could actually relax, just a little, before the real fight began.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>13-04-2017, 18:08:01</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.dapperq.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/Ellen-Page-Actress-Brunette-Suit-485x7281.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pride | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the beaten path<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 14th, Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> David Charleston, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Shocked. Close, but not enough.<br><hr><br>The word had spread like wildfire that Director David Charleston was coming to the school. And like many, Kitty wasn't about to miss it. She had even dressed up, hoping to get a chance to speak with the Director on a more one-on-one, so that questions could be answered. Everyone knew that it would be some good news for mutants. But Kitty had her doubts.<br><br>Standing in the crowd, and listening to the Director speak, Kitty knew that those doubts were well-warranted. In Kitty's opinion, Director Charleston was giving the "offer a little bit to make them see you are on their side" argument. It was an argument used in the time of Bill Clinton during Don't Ask Don't Tell. It had been used by politicians throughout history. In her opinion, it was being used again. <br><br>The tracking chip that was in everyones arm was being removed...but replaced with a bracelet? So they wouldn't have to be tracked while they were on school grounds...but heaven forbid they have any actual freedom. And to Kitty, the bracelet was just a better way for people to pick out who the mutants were. She saw all sorts of issues with the bracelets, the least of them being people denying them basic needs, the worst was some poor mutant getting killed.<br><br>As the speech ended, Kitty easy phased through the crowd. Holding her breath, she was able to get past fighting people trying to get by. Still, she didn't go so far as to break the Directors security detail. She appeared a few feet in front of the security team, and held up her hand, speaking up so the Director could hear her. <br><br><strong>"Director! Director Charleston!"</strong> A hand lifted, hoping that she would be able to catch the man's attention, despite her rather diminutive frame. <strong>"Director, may I ask a few questions? Please, I have some concerns regarding these new protocols."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>20-04-2017, 06:59:56</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/JWIWv1D.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James 'Logan' Howlett<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blackbird, monitored airspace around Westchester County<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th, 2017, early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers | Cyclops<br><strong>Content:</strong> Logan doesn't understand why Salem wouldn't know her own brother, then wisely decides to shut up.<br><hr><br>Logan was incredibly old, and it went even beyond his physical appearance. He looked like a man in his 50's at least, but he was in truth maybe three, four times older than that... His memory before Weapon X was fuzzy, but there were snippets to suggest some of the things he had seen that dated him far back. Age and experience didn't make him immune from a misunderstanding or <em>faux pas</em>. He had mentioned Alex without even considering that things would be so different in Salem's world and life. Her confusion was misinterpreted by him at first. There was no way, in his mind, that she could have forgotten Alex.<br><br><strong>"Alex... Alexander? Do you not call him that around here?"</strong> He sat up a bit straighter in his chair as he stared at her, slowly leaning closer to her as he studied her face. He read the lines that crossed her cheeks, her furrowed brows as she expressed confusion and helplessness as Logan prodded at her memory. <strong>"You don't mean... So you don't know Havok? The guy workin' with the Brotherhood?"</strong> Logan's voice seemed concerned and perplexed, as if it was something serious that Salem didn't know him. It was occurring to Logan all too late that perhaps there was a reason she didn't know. Perhaps she never knew him, or she'd been made to forget. His eyes went wide for a second as a thought occurred to him; <em>What if nobody knew? What if I only know because I know Alex from my world?</em><br><br>Logan's mind was racing. After a moment of looking lost, he managed a straighter face, not wanting to worry the kid any more than she already was, flying a hundred million dollar jet high above what was now Canadian airspace. <strong>"Listen, forget I said anythin'. Must be just another thing different 'bout this world of yours. Hard to remember what's up and down sometimes, here."</strong> He resolved himself to speaking with the professor later, to see if he knew that Salem had a brother working with Magneto, and if he had kept it from the girl. It didn't sit right with him. The Charles Xavier from his world had kept a lot of secrets, and had gotten a lot of people hurt because of it. It would be in his nature for this Xavier to do the same, but it didn't mean Logan had to like or agree with it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>20-04-2017, 07:00:12</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/kPul1Qb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cyclops (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918911#msg12918911)<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the sky, co-pilot’s seat<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th, evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Logan (closed)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black leather flight suit and visor. Hair is down around shoulders.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Conversation about Alex Summers<br><hr>Salem stayed focused, it was easy for her to stay on task while she was distracted, or while she was busy with something else entirely. Multi-tasking, as far as she could tell, was an impossible idea. But, she could keep track of different lines of information, and attend to them in the right order. But, she was concerned. She’d heard this tone from people before, and Logan had a way of speaking with his heart on his sleeve. Nothing seemed to be hiding behind his actions. It was clear that Salem was supposed to know who this person was.<br><br>She tried to sort out internally where this name could have come from. <em>‘He used the word ‘he’, so this Alex isn’t a girl.’ - ‘ I’m a girl, though. If Logan was talking about a man in his universe, maybe Alex is a girl here.’ - ‘Scott’s lover?’ - ‘Scott’s friend?’ - ‘My friend?’ - ‘my lover?’ </em><br><br>Salem’s hands were still waving and circling over instruments, even though she wasn’t doing anything. Her mind was doing circles too, but the two motions weren’t connected. Keeping her hands busy helped her think, but it didn’t help her listen. She continued flying, thinking, and trying to listen to Logan. <em>‘Missing family.’ - ‘No.’ - ‘It’s more likely to be a mistake, like he said,’ - ‘some kind of mistaken name,’ - ‘Living in two universes is confusing.’ - ‘Scott’s friend,’ - ‘Scott’s rival?’ </em>This wasn’t going to stop, she continued in circles mentally.<br><br>She didn’t do much responding though, that crease in her forehead, and the steady nature of the craft kept her at ease. There was a whirlwind behind that Ruby-quartz visor. <strong>“So, when did yo-”</strong> Logan seemed to almost be panicked, she thought she had time to respond, but now he was pulling away from the conversation, slipping back into where they were before she was confused. Salem didn’t like it. She could tell something was being concealed. It wasn’t in her nature to just let that slide away, especially when the two of them were alone in the cockpit, and the goal was to ‘fly straight.’<br><br><strong>“Logan.”</strong> Salem had an adult’s voice when she wanted to, a tiny adult, but still an adult. <strong>“Come clean.”</strong> She didn’t know what she was digging at, but it felt bizarre to have her mentor hesitating like this when it came to casually sharing about their lives. <strong>“Who is Alex? Who was he in your world? Why should I know him?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>20-04-2017, 07:01:42</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/JWIWv1D.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James 'Logan' Howlett<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Blackbird, monitored airspace around Westchester County<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th, 2017, early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers | Cyclops<br><strong>Content:</strong> Logan decides to confess the truth about Alex Summers.<br><hr><br>Unlike before, when he had grunted his approval for Salem’s proficient piloting skill, the noise that rose from Logan’s throat was unmistakably annoyed. Not at her, but at himself. He’d let something out of the bag that shouldn’t have been, judging by her complete ignorance on the subject. And now he had opened up the scab, and it was bleeding all over him, as Salem insisted on knowing who he was talking about. Her prodding wasn’t playful or curious; She was grilling him, just like Scott might have done if he knew somebody was withholding information from him.<br><br><strong>”Listen, Slim, I know a lot that you don’t, maybe a lot that you shouldn’t. I don’t know if you want to, should even hear any of it.”</strong> He let it be for a long moment, but he could feel her interrogative stare despite the impenetrable barrier provided by her visor. <strong>”Alright, you win, kid. But I’m taking control back, ‘case you do somethin’ stupid when I tell you.”</strong><br><br>He wasn’t prepared to hear any complaints from her as Logan took the pilot stick in front of him and re-engaged it, taking control from her own stick. He banked them slightly to port-side, preparing to angle them back towards U.S. space, back to Westchester and the mansion. It wasn’t a hairpin turn, so they weren’t quite halfway done with their trip yet. It gave them a half hour or more to talk, for Logan to try to unravel whatever mess he was about to make for the young woman.<br><br><strong>”Where I came from, Alex... Havok, is…”</strong> His pause wasn’t to dramatize the moment; Logan wanted to say <em>Alex Summers</em>, but it would have come out incredibly wrong if he’d have done that. <strong>”He’s your brother, Salem. You were the oldest… I mean, Scottie was the oldest, then Alex. For the longest time it was just you two. He was an X-Man, one of us. A good friend of mine. Really rubs me the wrong way to see him on Eric’s side.”</strong> <br><br>He’d explained Alex’s significance to himself, to Scott Summers, but had failed to explain what this might have meant for Salem. For all he knew, Magneto’s Havok was no Summers at all… But Logan didn’t believe in coincidences like that. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>20-04-2017, 07:02:15</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/kPul1Qb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cyclops (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918911#msg12918911)<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the sky, co-pilot’s seat<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 7th, evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Logan (closed)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black leather flight suit and visor. Hair is down around shoulders.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Conversation about Alex Summers<br><hr>Her brain rewarded her instantly for knowing that something was being hidden from her. A smile crept over her face as Logan admitted his defeat to her icy red stare. ‘I knew something was up.’ Her shoulders wiggled, and her posture straightened up even more than it had already been. She was a bit surprised to hear that he was taking the controls back from her. It seemed unlikely that she would go and take them down into a mountain, or fly to somewhere seeking revenge. But, she lived in a strange world, and she knew how horrifying things could get in a matter of seconds. Her voice caught in her throat as she stopped herself from protesting. <br><br><strong>“Alright, let’s hear it then.” </strong>Salem waited until she could feel the plane leave her hands, and then she let go of the stick. Her eyes moved away from the instruments, and she angled her shoulders toward Logan. A moment of premonition hit her, but she would never remember it, she suddenly remembered her brother Gabriel’s story, just as Logan started to tell her about Alex Summers. He never said the name, but Salem had already said it in her mind several times.<br><br>It didn’t hit her as hard as it had with Gabriel. <em>‘It should.’ </em>She leaned back in her chair, and folded her arms in front of her. A thinking pose, <strong>“My brother.” </strong>She had to say something, or she would have come across as socially inept, she knew that. But, she wasn’t sure what to make of it right away. <strong>“I mean…” </strong>She stumbled on herself and hurmph’d. Turning her attention away from him, she looked out over the instrument panel again. All those meters, and swaying bars calmed her. It was information feedback, she didn’t have to think while she was looking. But she still did, <em>‘Why is this nothing?’ - ‘No shock.’ - ‘I’m breathing normal.’ - ‘If Gabriel would have told me his story while I was flying a plane…’ - ‘but this.’</em> Her eyes moved back to Logan as he turned them around.<em> ‘Logan…’</em><br><br><strong>“It makes sense.”</strong> Her voice was calm, she was smiling. His presence made her feel safe, and that had just registered for her. <strong>“My other brother Gabriel sort of spilled a lot of this, already. So don’t worry too much.”</strong> She was far from being over this family story. But, talking about it with Logan felt relieving. <strong>“It um…”</strong> She smiled at him, <strong>“It rubs me the wrong way too.” - “I don’t really know my brother, Alex.”</strong> She tried his name out in her mouth, it felt awkward. <strong>“But, I don’t like the idea of fighting with him before I have the chance to meet him.”</strong><br><br>She was looking comfortable in her seat. She was crooked in the chair, and about one calm moment away from lifting her knees up to her chin.
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