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Post by Psylocke on Mar 3, 2005 15:02:45 GMT -5
Betsy's room is decorated to fit her personality, a clash between British high society and the mysterious oriental world of a perfect warrior.
She has a high bed made of black metal with a headboard in the shape of a black dragon but her bedding is all purple and white silk. Her dresser is a deep mahogany wood with five deep drawers and is located on the wall opposite her bed. Atop the dresser rests pictures of her parents, Brian and Meggan, and one of herself before her body was altered.
On the other side of the room is a white leather loveseat with deep purple pillows. Next to the the loveseat is a silver floor lamp with three lights that shoot off in separate directions over the couch.
The spacious closet is full of designer clothes that Betsy loves to wear and show off. A large oriental rug completes her room.
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Post by Psylocke on Mar 5, 2005 13:17:26 GMT -5
Betsy looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled. She was wearing black designer jeans that fit snug enough to see every curve of her thin and athletic body. The jeans hugged her slender hips and plunged downward in the front revealing her navel. The dark purple sweater was short, resting just below the top of her jeans and was also pretty snug. The sleeves came down to cover 3/4 of her arms and the neckline fell low. Hanging from her long neck was a gold necklace with a large amathyst pendent. Short boots with two inch spiky heels completed the outfit. She didn't plan on looking glamorous tonight, that would be reserved for a special occasion with the right guy. Tonight was for fun so she dressed to have a good time.
She brushed her long, purple hair until it was feathery light and shiny then applied just a bit of mascara to her already dark eye lashes and a touch of lipstick. Betsy was ready to go so she grabbed her long, black leather coat and headed for the rec room.
((Betsy leaves and goes to meet the others in the rec room))
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Post by malgray on Mar 27, 2005 17:01:56 GMT -5
<Continued from Med Lab>
Logan opened the door to Betsy's room she still deftly clung to his shoulder, which was amazing considering the shape she was in.
Logan made a huffing sound pretending she was heavy. He was trying to lighten the mood, since he sort of knew how she must be feeling.
"Want to talk about it? I got nothing but time." He said as he was helping her to the bed.
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Post by Psylocke on Mar 27, 2005 20:19:10 GMT -5
If Logan were anyone else, she would have tried to put on a tougher front but he had always been able to tell when she wasn't being honest. She allowed him to practically carry her to her room and she practically collapsed into the mattress when he lowered her down.
"Want to talk about it? I got nothing but time," Logan offered.
She flashed him a grateful smile and said, "First of all, you can help me by getting my pajamas out of the closet. They are on the hook just inside the door." After he handed her the black silky tank top and shorts pajamas, she quickly peeled off her ruined shirt and pants (as best she could for not standing up) and slipped into the cool clothes. Never one for modesty, at least in the presence of someone who knew better, Betsy dressed, leaving her ruined clothes on the floor, and laid back on her pillow.
"I am not exactly sure what to say," she admitted. She closed her eyes briefly, almost as if trying to remember something, then opened them and said, "I remember that the fight wasn't going well, you were pretty banged up and informed us that he could anticipate all our moves before we made them. No one else was moving and Scott seemed stunned as well so I just sort of jumped at him without allowing myself to think. The next thing I knew, I was inside his filthy mind."
She took a deep breath. "At first, I was watching the past where his father confronted him about the murder of his mother, I think. Joeim was responsible for that from what I could figure out. Then he suddenly seemed to notice me and he changed from a young teen to the man we were facing and he challenged me to a duel. He basically had me trapped inside his mind and no matter what I tried to break the connection, I couldn't. We fought on the psychic level and were pretty even until I managed to get my knife into him. That is when I blacked out and woke up in the Med Lab. I have no idea what happened on the outside during that whole time."
Betsy raised her hand to her head and rubbed it. She hadn't really been hurt physically but it seemed the psychic pain was far worse then just about anything she had ever felt in her body before.
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Post by malgray on Mar 28, 2005 1:54:22 GMT -5
"First of all, you can help me by getting my pajamas out of the closet. They are on the hook just inside the door."
Logan grinned then turning around pulled the cool material off of the hook. He then found a chair to sit in while Betsy changed, he knew Betsy didnt care if he was there or not but he still chose the better part of being a gentleman. Once she was finished dressing he helped her get the covers loose so she could wrap herself in them. He then helped with a big purple comforter.
Logan was astounded at how weak she appeared, it must of been a hell of a ride. He didnt like seeing her this way since it served as a reminder that most of the team wasnt anywhere as tough as him. Maybe thats why he felt so protective of the team. They put thier lives in danger even more so then him.
Once she was comfortable enough he listened to her tell what happend with Tracker, inside his head as well as seeing his dark mind.
"That is when I blacked out and woke up in the Med Lab. I have no idea what happened on the outside during that whole time."
"Believe me Bets, you didnt miss much... Bets? Bets?"
She was sound alseep. Logan smiled breathing a sigh of relief he was glad it wasnt a long conversation. He wouldnt know what to say, not being very good with being social. Logan stood up, walked to the door, and looked over his shoulder one more time to make sure she was okay; he then left the room closing the door behind him.
<Continued in Rec Room>
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Post by Psylocke on Mar 28, 2005 12:57:13 GMT -5
Sleep was anything but peaceful. Images of the horror she had seen in Tracker's mind kept replaying over and over, almost like it was programmed into her head to do so. Betsy materialized in her own mind and after watching the images once more, she conjured up large, purple walls. The walls pulsed as one by one, she slowly brought them up from the "ground" and attached them to each other. Soon, she had formed a "box" around the images and she pulled the walls in, shrinking the size of the box. Once it was down to a containable size, she sealed the box with a top and tucked it into a deep corner of her mind. If she was lucky, she would never see that container again. Almost instantly, Betsy woke up.
Opening her eyes, Betsy noticed the headache was gone. She had very little memory of the night before but was thankful that she had Logan to depend on when she needed him. Standing up slowly, just in case, she realized she actually felt quite fine. After taking a quick shower, she threw on a pair of black jeans with a short purple top and slip on shoes. Brushing her hair down her back, she was about to walk out her door when her stomach rumbled. Smiling, she closed her bedroom door and made her way downstairs.
Psylocke exits her bedroom and goes downstairs
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Post by Psylocke on May 16, 2005 23:54:27 GMT -5
Walking into her room, Betsy didn't bother to shut her door as she made her way to her bed. Setting her cup on the nightstand near her bed, she sat down and tried to figure out why she felt so melancholy. Granted, she wasn't the most boisterous person by nature but this was not something that happened to her very often. She had thought it was because this was one of the first Christmas' in a while that she wasn't going back to England but that wasn't enough to put her in this mood.
With a sigh, she took a sip of the hot liquid and felt it trickle down her throat. Setting the cup back down, she laid back on her pillows and tried to sort out the mess that was her mind.
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Post by Psylocke on May 23, 2005 20:40:50 GMT -5
Turning the off button on her cordless phone, Betsy smiled. She knew she had probably woken Brian up but that didn't matter. Not to either one of them. Hearing her twin's voice was probably the best medicine that she could have taken.
Sitting up on the bed and putting the phone back in the holder, Betsy closed the door to her room and walked to her closet. Taking off the jeans and blouse she was wearing, Betsy slipped on a knee length black skirt and a soft, cream colored sweater. The sweater was tight to show off her body and Betsy added a gold necklace to her neckline to complete the simple outfit. Nylons and shoes later, she picked up her purse and walked out of her room.
Psylocke exits her room and goes to the garage
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Post by Psylocke on Jun 6, 2005 19:20:36 GMT -5
She walked into her room, not bothering to close the door and dropped her packages on her bed. Walking over to the love seat, she picked up one of the purple pillows and flopped down on the white leather, hugging the pillow close to her chest. Leaning her head back, she closed her eyes and made herself breathe evenly. Betsy wasn't sure why she was so agitated, only that everyone downstairs had just made her feel completely and utterly useless.
She thought about her night and smiled. It had been so long since she had let herself go like that and Betsy just wished she didn't have responsibilities for a while and could indulge more often. However, she had promised Charles she would stay here and help with the school and the team and here she was, whether or not she like it sometimes.
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Post by Psylocke on Jun 13, 2005 15:02:50 GMT -5
Betsy finally dragged herself off the love seat and closed the door to her room. After putting all of her new purchases away and packing up the items she had bought for Meggan and Brian, Betsy peeled off the clothes she had come home in and changed into her uniform. Nothing made her feel better then a good workout. Grabbing a purple towel from her closet, Betsy made her way downstairs, stopping off long enough to put the package for her brother and sister-in-law on the bench in the foyer. If anyone was going to the post office, they would take it. Otherwise, she would do it later.
((Exit Psylocke to the Danger Room))
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Post by malgray on Jun 14, 2005 6:49:33 GMT -5
Making his way up to her room, he knocked, but there was no response. Logan stroked his chin and politely knocked again if there was no resposne this time he would just retire to his own room. Further knocking proved futile as it appeared she wasn't in her room. Logan sighed feeling rather tired and exhausted. He would have to talk to Betsy later, right now sleep was what he needed, and a hot bath.
<<Logan makes his way to his Room>>
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Post by Psylocke on Jun 17, 2005 14:38:19 GMT -5
Betsy closed the door to her room and immediately stripped out of her uniform. Leaving the outfit in a clothes hamper inside her closet, Betsy grabbed another towel and wrapped it around her chest, tucking in the end. It was fairly large and covered her to her knees so she never bothered with a robe. Taking her washcloth and other toiletries, Betsy made her way down the hall and into the bathroom.
Showering quickly, as had become her custom since moving into the mansion, Betsy climbed out and dried off. Wrapping the towel around her again, she cleaned off the mirror and combed through her wet hair. After blow drying the long mass, she parted it down the side and was done.
Walking back into her room, she stared at her closet then chose a knee length gray skirt and a tight black sweater. Dressing quickly, Betsy pulled on her knee high black boots and she was ready to go.
((Exit to the Rec Room))
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Post by Banshee on Jun 30, 2005 23:33:59 GMT -5
((continued from the rec room))
With Elisabeth's directing the way, he found her door. Rather than drop her trying to open or unlock it, he slowly set her down.
"So, I'm going to shower, shave and change. I'll meet ye at the front door at six?"
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Post by Psylocke on Jun 30, 2005 23:54:34 GMT -5
As he flew them up the stairs, Betsy felt the breeze pick up against her face and she resisted the urge to giggle. Giggle. Her, Elisabeth Braddock almost giggled. The thought was scary.
Sean set her down and Betsy opened the unlocked door. She had never had a problem with anyone trying to take something from the resident psychic ninja. If one talent didn't find the culprit, the other would. Not too many people wanted to take that chance.
"Yes, I'll meet you downstairs at six. Remember, we are going casual. It's just Salem Center, not New York," she told him then watched him as he walked away. Shaking her head at her thoughts, Betsy entered her room and began to get ready for the evening ahead.
Stripping off clothes as she walked toward her closet, she stopped only long enough to pick up each item to throw into the laundry basket in her closet. Opening the door, she looked through her rather extensive wardrobe for something appropriate.
Pulling out a cream colored full skirt that came to just above her knees and a deep red form fitting sweater, she walked to her bed and began to dress. After slipping on a pair of red heels, Betsy sat down at her vanity and brushed her long hair until it was straight and smooth down her back. One of the hardest things to get used to after she woke up in Kwannon's body was how different her hair was. She'd always had wavy hair before but this stuff wouldn't hold a curl no matter what she did. Betsy eventually gave up and now enjoyed how easy it was to take care of.
No makeup was added to her face, Betsy believed in letting nature control how she looked. Nodding in approval at her appearance, she stood up and took her purse out of her closet. Moving her things over to a cream colored one to match her skirt, she was finally ready for her date.
Walking out her door, she made her way down the stairs and to the front door.
((Continued in Front Hall))
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Post by Banshee on Jul 5, 2005 21:23:37 GMT -5
((Continued from front hall))
Sean came to a stop outside of Elisabeth's room. He bowed,
"Yuir room, me lady. Dinnae forget ta dress warm tomorrow, I'll lightly tap on yuir door around 5:30. Thank ye, for such a wonderful night."
He beamed at her and leaned in to give her a soft kiss.
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