Post by Wanda Maximoff on Aug 1, 2007 23:18:21 GMT -5
« Thread Started on Jun 22, 2007, 4:07pm »
(For Wanda and Jean, maybe more later)
Wanda walked back outside, in need of fresh air. She couldn't take it anymore, the stuffy, suffocating air. And that demon seemed to be in every room she was, glowing with excitement. She couldn't stand it. How dare Uncle do this to them. Walking over to the lake, she sat down on the edge, picking up a small stone, and flinging it out over the water. The need to throw something was probably due to her powers, which often made objects fly around when she was angry. It mattered none; there was no one out here to say anything, anyways.
« Reply #1 on Jun 22, 2007, 4:14pm »
When she reached the institute after her little trip to New York, Jean needed to rest. Going outside with her journal, she stopped by the lake to sit down. A little farther ahead of her, she could see Wanda throw a rock. Before the rock completely sank in the water, Jean pulled it out, levitated it, and playfully sent it over to Wanda.
« Reply #2 on Jun 22, 2007, 4:19pm »
She saw her rock almost sink under the surface, and then return to her. There was only one person she knew who would do that... "Jean?" She asked, turning her head, and sure enough, there was Jean.
While their powers weren't the same, they had sometimes played a game like that when they were younger, Wanda hexing something to go flying, and Jean concentrating to try and bring it back. But now they were both older, and things had changed; they had changed.
« Reply #3 on Jun 22, 2007, 4:22pm »
A smile grew on Jean's face as Wanda noticed her. Without a word, she picked up her journal and walked over to where Wanda stood. "Not too happy, I suppose?" She said, raising an eyebrow.
« Reply #4 on Jun 22, 2007, 4:24pm »
"How can I, with that demon strutting around like she owns the place in there?" She spat, her accent getting noticeably thicker as her anger rose.
« Reply #5 on Jun 22, 2007, 4:27pm »
Jean assumed she meant Mystique because there would be no one else that Wanda could have that much animosity towards right now. Sitting down on a boulder, Jean said, "I know this must be hard for you... with the engagement and all. But don't you think it's kind of good... Seeing that Mystique can change for the better? And she's having Charles' child. Not Erik's..."
« Reply #6 on Jun 22, 2007, 4:38pm »
"I know that," she said bitterly. The images that came to her mind when she thought of it...Uncle, intimate with a woman like her...it was beyond disgusting. "And just because it's not Magneto's doesn't mean I'll let Uncle do this. She'll poison us all, and gain all his assets, Jean," she said angrily.
(For Wanda and Jean, maybe more later)
Wanda walked back outside, in need of fresh air. She couldn't take it anymore, the stuffy, suffocating air. And that demon seemed to be in every room she was, glowing with excitement. She couldn't stand it. How dare Uncle do this to them. Walking over to the lake, she sat down on the edge, picking up a small stone, and flinging it out over the water. The need to throw something was probably due to her powers, which often made objects fly around when she was angry. It mattered none; there was no one out here to say anything, anyways.
« Reply #1 on Jun 22, 2007, 4:14pm »
When she reached the institute after her little trip to New York, Jean needed to rest. Going outside with her journal, she stopped by the lake to sit down. A little farther ahead of her, she could see Wanda throw a rock. Before the rock completely sank in the water, Jean pulled it out, levitated it, and playfully sent it over to Wanda.
« Reply #2 on Jun 22, 2007, 4:19pm »
She saw her rock almost sink under the surface, and then return to her. There was only one person she knew who would do that... "Jean?" She asked, turning her head, and sure enough, there was Jean.
While their powers weren't the same, they had sometimes played a game like that when they were younger, Wanda hexing something to go flying, and Jean concentrating to try and bring it back. But now they were both older, and things had changed; they had changed.
« Reply #3 on Jun 22, 2007, 4:22pm »
A smile grew on Jean's face as Wanda noticed her. Without a word, she picked up her journal and walked over to where Wanda stood. "Not too happy, I suppose?" She said, raising an eyebrow.
« Reply #4 on Jun 22, 2007, 4:24pm »
"How can I, with that demon strutting around like she owns the place in there?" She spat, her accent getting noticeably thicker as her anger rose.
« Reply #5 on Jun 22, 2007, 4:27pm »
Jean assumed she meant Mystique because there would be no one else that Wanda could have that much animosity towards right now. Sitting down on a boulder, Jean said, "I know this must be hard for you... with the engagement and all. But don't you think it's kind of good... Seeing that Mystique can change for the better? And she's having Charles' child. Not Erik's..."
« Reply #6 on Jun 22, 2007, 4:38pm »
"I know that," she said bitterly. The images that came to her mind when she thought of it...Uncle, intimate with a woman like her...it was beyond disgusting. "And just because it's not Magneto's doesn't mean I'll let Uncle do this. She'll poison us all, and gain all his assets, Jean," she said angrily.
