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Post by goodmorningrob on Oct 22, 2007 14:29:17 GMT -5
After school was over, Jean drove her SUV all the way back to the mansion, skipping the outing to the Gut Bomb with Taryn. She just wasn't in the mood to ordering a soda and sitting there, while Taryn gossiped about guys and how she wished she was strong enough to be bulimic. If she ever thought Taryn had become bulimic, Jean would totally intervene, but she knew Taryn talked a lot and never came through.
She pulled her car into the garage, locked it and proceeded into the kitchen. The kitchen was always the first place she went, because she came home from school super hungry. Jean rarely ate cafeteria food when she forgot her lunch, like she did today. She had a craving for cereal, so she grabbed the milk, and as she went to the cupboard to get her Raisin Bran, she slipped on a puddle of water.
"Oh!" She cried as she went falling to the floor. She hit the ground with a thud, but luckily, she was quick enough to catch the milk with her telekinesis before it hit the ground. The milk floated there for several minutes as Jean slowly got to her feet. What lazy mofo left that water on the floor?
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Post by kyler34 on Oct 22, 2007 16:47:55 GMT -5
Still reeling from the idea of taking a common, yellow bus to and from school was almost more than Monet could imagine as her toes touched down to the back of Xavier’s lush green lands. Calling on her power of flight was not only more enjoyable for the caramel-skinned beauty, but removed over three quarters of the time it took for the trip. A purple backpack strapped over her left shoulder, the powerhouse began to make her way toward the back exit of the house and pushed open the door which lead to the kitchen. A scene before her was what she had come to except at a place full of commoners, but the victim was not at all who she expected. The red-headed Jean Grey was one of the more civilized members of her team, but still, she was born of a family with little funds, and because of this, regardless of how nice she may have seemed, M and her would never have been friends outside these walls.
“I know the Professor wishes us to test our abilities regularly,” she stated in her rather cold tone, lifting the milk off its telepathic pedestal with her hand, “but I’m sure he didn’t mean while we were performing regular household chores.” Her slim body twisted slightly as she set the carton on the cool counter-top. Monet’s gaze than turned back to her common housemate, who was still lying helplessly on the floor, “Do you require assistance? Or is this type of behaviour something I should learn to grow accustom too?” The bag which was filled with many of her books slid slightly off her frame, but was quickly connected with a catch of the hand. She placed it on the nearby table as she awaited the fallen’s answer.
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Post by Sean on Oct 22, 2007 18:15:41 GMT -5
OOC: And the Culprit makes his entrance...
Mariusz hurried down the stairs in the Mansion's main entryway, heading in the direction of the kitchen. About forty-five minutes ago he'd thrown a stolichny cake into the oven and, after cleaning up his dishes, had retreated to his room in the attic to read the works of Chekov while listening to the works of Tchaikovsky. It had just seemed like a Russian day to the avian mutant, and lacking any better ways to entertain himself he had resorted to classical music, good literature, and a challenging kitchen treat. In the course of making the cake mixture the Polish teen had, accidentally, spilled a bit on the floor though he had cleaned it up.
Walking into the kitchen, the basketball shorts clad teen beheld and odd mixture of sight and sound. Jean was on the floor and being berated for something by Monet. Mariusz's glance travelled from the floor to the Jean to the floor then to Monet before going, at last, back to Jean as he put the pieces together in his mind. Suddenly, he realized what must have happened and a chagrined look crossed his face. "I-I'm so sorry Jean, I thought I'd done a good job cleaning up the mess I made," Mariusz began very tentatively. Generally speaking, the Polish mutant tried to avoid contact with the other members of his team at all costs as he felt very nucomfrotable interacting around and with others his own age. Instinctively, Mariusz knew he should make a move to help Jean because it was the rigth thing to do even if she did turn that help away. On the other hand though, Jean was a knock out and Mariusz wasn't sure how well she'd take the offer of assistance from someone that, well, looked as odd as he did. "D-d-do you n-need any h-help," Mariusz asked moving a little bit closer to Jean and kind of half offering a hand in her direction.
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Post by goodmorningrob on Oct 22, 2007 19:26:17 GMT -5
While Monet spoke to her in her naturally condescending tone, as if she were the help, Jean was more focused on the fact that her clothes were wet. By the time she was on her feet, she had determined that the liquid was, in fact, water and not some juice that could stain her clothes. "I'm fine," Jean answered. After falling down and being walked in on by Monet, she wasn't interested in being friendly. It wasn't that Jean disliked Monet, but the girl always walked around like she was better than everyone else, because her Dad was some ambassador. While Jean's father wasn't at the level of Monet's, her father made good money and Jean didn't act like she was better because of that. It wasn't like she had earned the money and she was certain Monet had nothing to do with her father getting to the level that he was at right now.
She grabbed the milk carton that Monet had put on the counter, and successfully grabbed her Raisin Bran without falling. Then Mariusz came into the room, and Jean realized that he was the one who had left the water on the floor. The urge to lecture him about being more thorough in cleaning up disappeared when she realized how nervous he seemed. Jean smiled at him and waved it off with her hand. "I'm fine, and it's okay. But you should clean it up so someone else doesn't fall and really hurt themselves." Jean proceeded to put the milk and cereal away after preparing herself a bowl. She patted Mariusz on his back. "Don't worry about it, I'm fine. I think I hit my funny bone when I fell, but I'll survive." She took her bowl of cereal and took a seat at the table, politely moving Monet's bag out of the way.
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Post by sporadicenigmatic on Oct 24, 2007 15:08:17 GMT -5
"I smell cake!" Kitty Pryde bounced into the kitchen, greeted by two people who were new to the mansion, and Jean Grey. One of them was a student she'd found visibly repulsive, more so than Kurt but she had to apply the same principals. She couldn't be mean to this kid, not on purpose anyway. She especially wasn't about to be found responsible for hurting the poor guy's feelings.
The other person was someone Kitty only knew as "M" and heard of only from word of mouth. The girl apparently 'had her head up her ass' but Kitty wasn't judgemental, at least she tried out to be. "Oh god, that smells so good!" she was sure Jean had prepared it and this was ready to steal a peice when it was retreived from the oven. Having not even considered that the cake was made by M or Mariusz, she was sure she'd be okay to help herself.
"Jean, oh god, Jean, I saw this delicious handbag at the mall yesterday. You have to come with me to buy it!"
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Post by kyler34 on Oct 25, 2007 17:52:21 GMT -5
Soon the kitchen became a meeting place for all other forms of life, the oddest being a half-bird man. Wondering how Xavier was expecting her to live in such conditions with this animal, seeing as how she was repulsed by her own brother and he was family. She sighed loudly, placing her forehead into her hand and closed her eyes, her face turning back and forth momentarily. The scene continue, and Jean found her way to the table unharmed, crewing loudly away on her fattening treat, while the boy, shaking and stumbling over his words, begged for forgiven. “You wouldn’t have to apologize,” Monet started in her normal, draining tone, “if you just ensured that you didn’t leave this room a mess.” With her face slightly turned toward the red-head she stated softer, “When did Xavier start allowing pets into this place?”
Before Jean could answer however, another new body made her way into the room. It belonged to Kitty Pryde, another of the mutants who served within a lesser social class. It really didn’t mater however, now of the others here held any powers stronger than hers. At least it seemed God was still being fair in his selection of granted better powers to higher classes. Of course, this must mean that the bird-boy was poorer than dirt and had lived on the streets long before come here. “Someone took their naptime,” M stated rather sharply to Kitty’s energy as she collected her bag off the table and moved herself closer to the exit. She wasn’t about to leave, but she did want to plan some kind of escape route should this place become any more littered with losers and vagrants.
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Post by Sean on Oct 25, 2007 22:07:30 GMT -5
As Kitty made her entrance, the timer on the oven dinged. Mariusz's head snapped in the direction of the sound and he quickly crossed the kitchen, stepping deftly between all the parked bodies and, somehow, managed to avoid having his feathered wings or body brush against anyone in the process. He knew the others his age in Mansion, with the possible exception of Jean, didn't like him overly much. Who could blame them, though, he was a freak of nature and his interests were quite a bit more mature than those of his peers, or so it would have seemed.
Deftly, the avian mutant snatched up the oven mitts and pulled the door to the appliance open before peering in at his cake. Snatching a bamboo skewer, the Polish teen poked the cake. Satisfied with the delectable treat's doneness, Mariusz grabbed the cake pan with his hands firmly protected by the oven mitts. Sliding the cake onto the stove top, closed the oven door, and turned the thing off. He turned around just in time to hear Monet's comments. "I'm sorry, I thought I had," Mariusz replied softly, shoulders slumping and face turning towards the ground. Quietly, he moved past Monet, Kitty, and Jean and out of the kitchen, heading for his room and ignoring the cake he'd just finished baking. Kitty and the others could enjoy it without him, after all that's what it seemed like they wanted. Mariusz would simply return to his room in the attic, away from everyone else, put on some Beethoven, and be reclusive in general.
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Post by sporadicenigmatic on Oct 27, 2007 0:28:19 GMT -5
As Monet shot a remark at Kitty that she was sure was intended to plunge into her heart like an arrow and shoot her self esteem down out her back into the floor with a dull thud. Hardly, as Kitty just rolled her eyes and in turn, said nothing to Monet, she was so lame. Kitty only wanted to talk to Jean anyway...
Kitty's heart tugged at the scene before her as it unfolded. M was cold, just as she had been to Kitty moments previous before to her, now to Mariusz... Monet said things in a way that Kitty was truly incapable of empathizing with. They were polar opposites, she believed she was to be sthingy fed and idolized. Kitty believed she should treat everyone with a modicum of equality. Of course... there were always exceptions to the rule, especially when they were as rude as Monet was. As Mariusz grabbed his cake and put it on the top of the stove before hearing Monet's remarks.
As Kitty watched Monet's words cut Mariusz like a hot knife through butter, she felt torn as the despondent teen marched from the kitchen before her. She gave Monet a look that suggested severe displeasure before turning to the cake, be d**ned if she was going to let the cake go un tendered.
As she began to sift through the cupboards, Kitty silently prepared what was to become one hell of a icing.
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