Post by Typhoid on Jun 28, 2007 20:54:26 GMT -5
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Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 26, 2007, 11:40pm
Coming from Knightmare's Dorm
Ty walked out of the dorms and into the grounds with her bag on her shoulder, furious with herself for having to wipe tears away from her face as she left. She didn't exactly know where she was headed but away from HERE would have been her first choice, at least overnight. Adjusting her bag on her shoulder she paced to the gates to the mansion, tired and angry both with Tim and with herself.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 26, 2007, 11:44pm
::Pietro circled the grounds on another security sweep. He wasn't sure why he continued these, after all, Essex was dead. Perhaps it was only to give him a sense of purpose, apart from watching Magneto's Brotherhood try go gain influence.
As he passed the gates, he caught sight of Typhoid, bag over her shoulder, walking away. Concerned and mystified, he slowed, stopping ten feet from her.:: "Typhoid?"
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 26, 2007, 11:48pm
She almost didn't stop and turn around, but the last thing she needed was to alienate anyone. "Hi Pietro," she said, turning around a little.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 26, 2007, 11:52pm
::Pietro noticed her slight hestitation in turning, how she also did not face him completely. His words were not quite either a question or a statement, something in between.:: "You're leaving."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 26, 2007, 11:57pm
"For the night, yes," she acknowledged, giving up and turning around fully to look him in the eye. "I need to get out of here for a little bit."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Yesterday at 12:02am
::Pietro nodded solemnly; he had had one of those evenings not too long ago. Although he was curious to know what pained her so, he respected her too much to pry. She and he were similar, and the other day, he wouldn't have appreciated such questions.:: "Do you have somewhere to go?"
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Yesterday at 12:04am
"A friend of mine will let me crash at her place," she said, choosing not to mention the friend was Rogue. "I can't...." She rolled her eyes when she started to cry once again and gave a nervous laugh to cover it, wiping tears away. "I can't be around the dorms right now."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Yesterday at 12:37am
::Pietro's eyes narrowed slightly. She wept. She wept, she could not go near the dormitories, and he had caught her boyfriend attempting to seduce another woman. Apparently, it wasn't an isolated incident, and she had learned about it. Or learned of worse, which was always possible with his kind.
He wanted to offer comfort. Were they two other people, perhaps he would have embraced her, or taken her hand, her arm, held tightly to her. Told her that she deserved better. But she was Typhoid, and he was Pietro, and he could not, must not act in such a way with her.
It left him with few options, other than a sincere offer to do anything within his means. His own feelings of indignation, for her, tinted his words with a deeper accent.:: "Can I help?"
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Yesterday at 9:48am
Her next laugh was rueful; crying just wasn't something she liked to do, especially in public, in front of anyone. And this was the second time now, in front of Pietro no less, where she couldn't hold it back by force of will. Stupid laughter, even out of place laughter, was better then crying. "Not unless you're someone who could explain why some men are jackasses."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 26, 2007, 11:40pm
Coming from Knightmare's Dorm
Ty walked out of the dorms and into the grounds with her bag on her shoulder, furious with herself for having to wipe tears away from her face as she left. She didn't exactly know where she was headed but away from HERE would have been her first choice, at least overnight. Adjusting her bag on her shoulder she paced to the gates to the mansion, tired and angry both with Tim and with herself.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 26, 2007, 11:44pm
::Pietro circled the grounds on another security sweep. He wasn't sure why he continued these, after all, Essex was dead. Perhaps it was only to give him a sense of purpose, apart from watching Magneto's Brotherhood try go gain influence.
As he passed the gates, he caught sight of Typhoid, bag over her shoulder, walking away. Concerned and mystified, he slowed, stopping ten feet from her.:: "Typhoid?"
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 26, 2007, 11:48pm
She almost didn't stop and turn around, but the last thing she needed was to alienate anyone. "Hi Pietro," she said, turning around a little.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 26, 2007, 11:52pm
::Pietro noticed her slight hestitation in turning, how she also did not face him completely. His words were not quite either a question or a statement, something in between.:: "You're leaving."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 26, 2007, 11:57pm
"For the night, yes," she acknowledged, giving up and turning around fully to look him in the eye. "I need to get out of here for a little bit."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Yesterday at 12:02am
::Pietro nodded solemnly; he had had one of those evenings not too long ago. Although he was curious to know what pained her so, he respected her too much to pry. She and he were similar, and the other day, he wouldn't have appreciated such questions.:: "Do you have somewhere to go?"
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Yesterday at 12:04am
"A friend of mine will let me crash at her place," she said, choosing not to mention the friend was Rogue. "I can't...." She rolled her eyes when she started to cry once again and gave a nervous laugh to cover it, wiping tears away. "I can't be around the dorms right now."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Yesterday at 12:37am
::Pietro's eyes narrowed slightly. She wept. She wept, she could not go near the dormitories, and he had caught her boyfriend attempting to seduce another woman. Apparently, it wasn't an isolated incident, and she had learned about it. Or learned of worse, which was always possible with his kind.
He wanted to offer comfort. Were they two other people, perhaps he would have embraced her, or taken her hand, her arm, held tightly to her. Told her that she deserved better. But she was Typhoid, and he was Pietro, and he could not, must not act in such a way with her.
It left him with few options, other than a sincere offer to do anything within his means. His own feelings of indignation, for her, tinted his words with a deeper accent.:: "Can I help?"
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Yesterday at 9:48am
Her next laugh was rueful; crying just wasn't something she liked to do, especially in public, in front of anyone. And this was the second time now, in front of Pietro no less, where she couldn't hold it back by force of will. Stupid laughter, even out of place laughter, was better then crying. "Not unless you're someone who could explain why some men are jackasses."
