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Post by callisto on Jun 28, 2005 5:04:33 GMT -5
Callisto's room is a standard guest room at Xaviers. Vague furnitures in brown and tan decorate the room
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Post by callisto on Jun 28, 2005 5:06:07 GMT -5
Callisto stormed in. She had barely acknowledged Logan's surly muttered directions as she made her way up to the dorms, seething anger from every pore. Her clothes.
As Logan pointed out the room where she would be staying, Callisto pushed past him and slammed the door behind her. She was being rude and she didn't much care. That cow had stolen her clothes!
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Post by callisto on Jul 21, 2005 8:22:49 GMT -5
Callisto was sulking.
This was, in itself, a complete disgrace. She was a grown woman! She led the Morlocks! She'd been a terrorist, a fighter, hunted, she was a survivor! Yet she was trapped in a damn guest room with no lock on the door because some bloody cow had stolen her clothes!
It was intolerable. She couldn't believe she'd gotten so attached to the outfit that the simple loss of it would...perterb her like this. It was pathetic, weak.
But what could she do about it?
The answer was obvious. Simple. She could simply ignore it. Its not even like she was walking around naked, the clothes had in fact been replaced, but that wasn't the point. Ignoring it, appearing before the X-men and their bratty, pretty children would remind them all she was "just a woman". Show "feminine weakness".
Bah, arguing with herself was pointless. She wasn't going to sit in her room until the damn Braddock woman replaced the clothing (which was pretty freaking unlikely) so she just had to get up and go out into the big scary world garbed in these....fripperies. It was painful but it had to be done. She'd show the X-men that she wouldn't be beated by having something as simple as her clothes taken away. And she'd have her revenge on the murderer. All she was waiting for was the right time, when his girlfriend wasn't around to protect him. Then...
Smiling faintly to herself, Callisto rose from the position she had been sitting in for some time, tensing and relaxing her muscles for just a second to relieve some of the soreness. Turning, she strode from the room. Hopefully, she'd find someone to let her do some more training.
Exit Callisto to Rec Room
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 21, 2005 22:56:02 GMT -5
Betsy quickly opened Callisto's door, having psi-scanned the room to make sure it was empty. Setting the bag of clothes she had bought for her inside the door, Betsy closed the door back up. Inside the bag was several items that was as close to Callisto's "style" as Betsy could find.
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