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Post by Storm on Oct 5, 2009 21:05:15 GMT -5
"Lucky us," she replied, having to stop at her door and take several breaths. Along with lack of movement, her pain level had increased substantially over the past month, and she fought to pretend it hadn't. "Which states do?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 5, 2009 21:07:26 GMT -5
::Pietro pushed open her door for her, one less task she would need to concern herself with.:: "By rumor: Oregon, Montana, Kentucky."
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Post by Storm on Oct 5, 2009 21:18:33 GMT -5
She took a breath as she went inside her room, the motion taking far longer then it should. "I...can't remember the strength or lack of it in those states. It's been too long." She quirked a brief, small smile.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 5, 2009 21:23:33 GMT -5
"Hank could tell you everything about them," ::Pietro remarked. The other man would prattle away for hours.:: "One has a horse race."
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Post by Storm on Oct 5, 2009 21:26:09 GMT -5
She looked at him in irritated amusement. "I know THAT part."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 5, 2009 21:28:18 GMT -5
::Pietro responded to the look with a perfectly serious one, although it was teasing in its own right.:: "Then you know everything I know about the places."
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Post by Storm on Oct 5, 2009 21:39:39 GMT -5
Her eyebrow rose. "I meant the politics of the states, Pietro," she said, with an air of exaggerated patience.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 5, 2009 21:41:12 GMT -5
"Conservative and Libertarian," ::Pietro said to her. That is what he had learned recently.:: "CNN should have stats."
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Post by Storm on Oct 5, 2009 21:46:45 GMT -5
She sat down on her bed, the motion jerky and uncoordinated. The room was cold, felt unused. With the thought came an instant air temperature change, and she shook her head at herself. "I don't think I could stop a storm right now if I tried."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 5, 2009 21:48:43 GMT -5
::Pietro reached out to pat her shoulder at the sentiment.:: "I will help how I can."
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Post by Storm on Oct 6, 2009 21:00:50 GMT -5
She could only nod her thanks. The rain lashed worse against the window, and she turned towards it. The last time she'd tried to stop a storm she'd created, she'd put herself in the hospital on a 24 hour hold for observation. "If Hank or the Professor is around..." she said, turning back to Pietro. It wasn't personal; she was glad he was here. But he couldn't control the weather for her.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 6, 2009 21:03:50 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded slightly in understanding.:: "I can look for Hank, and you think loudly for Uncle."
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Post by Storm on Oct 6, 2009 21:08:29 GMT -5
The last part made her chuckled mildly, although it was strained. "Thank you, Pietro."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 6, 2009 21:09:39 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded a single time, and then left her bedroom. Hank *should* be here, but he was hardly the man's keeper, and admittedly, he had not been social lately to the effect of watching behavior patterns.::
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Post by Storm on Oct 6, 2009 21:37:07 GMT -5
She wanted to stand, to try to put some of her things away, but was too tired to fight with her exoskeleton in order to do the basics. She stayed where she was, leaning back awkwardly and closing her eyes.
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