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Post by Banshee on Jun 27, 2005 11:42:17 GMT -5
Sean 's room is not yet decorated. It is furnished with a comfortable looking bed, an oak desk in one corner. There is a closet, empty for now. The bed is made, and there is an emerald colored comforter on the top.
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Post by Banshee on Jun 27, 2005 11:43:53 GMT -5
Sean followed Elisabeth to his room. It was nice, if a little plain. He could always decorate it later. He set his suitcase down near the closet and turned to Elisabeth.
"Well now, let's get on with the tour. This Danger room has got me curious."
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Post by Psylocke on Jun 27, 2005 13:05:47 GMT -5
Betsy opened the door to Sean's room and let him enter while she stood in the doorway, leaning against the door frame. “In the top draw of your dresser is the key. We don't exactly have a problem with theft here but when living with a couple of ex-thieves, one can never be too careful,” she told him with a grin. Wouldn't Gambit and Storm both love to have their reputations ruined by her...... Not that Gambit would care.
"Well now, let's get on with the tour. This Danger room has got me curious," Sean informed her.
With a raised eyebrow, Betsy said, “Mmm, can't keep you in suspense, then can we?” She turned to walk away from the room then waited for him to exit. Looking him up and down she said with a mischievous gleam in her eyes, “I wonder how you look in uniform?” She supposed someone really should have warned him about her flirtatious ways before agreeing to the tour but what the heck. This was too much fun.
((Exit to the Danger Room))
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Post by Banshee on Jun 27, 2005 13:23:07 GMT -5
Sean smiled, it was definately nice to actually have a woman flirt with him, especially one who wasn't trying to avoid a ticket, or completely trashed. He grabbed his key, and faced Elisabeth. He winked at her, and grinned a flirtaceous grin right back.
"Should we find out how I look in uniform?" He followed her to the Danger Room.
(Continued in Danger Room)
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Post by Banshee on Jul 1, 2005 0:00:32 GMT -5
Sean returned to his room, his footsteps light. One day at the School, and he had a "date" He opened his suitcase and found the clothes he'd thought would be appropiate. He quickly showered and shaved, throwing on a light splash of aftershave. He dressed in a green shirt that matched his eyes, and showed off his muscles rather nicely. His khakis, not ironed, but not terribly rumpled from being in a suitcase, were not formfitting but definately showed that he was in good shape. He combed his hair quickly and made his way to the front hall.
((continued at the front door))
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Post by Banshee on Jul 5, 2005 21:47:41 GMT -5
Sean stepped into his room, grateful for the alarm clock someone had thoughtfully left there. He set the alarm for 5:15 to give him ample time to prepare. He pulled out his clothes from the suitcase and put them in his closet, setting aside a warm pair of jeans, and a comfortable dark blue sweater.
He changed into his boxers and fell asleep almost instantly.
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Post by Banshee on Jul 6, 2005 9:00:04 GMT -5
Sean woke up before his alarm. He quickly shut it off and started getting ready for his surprise. He dressed, and shaved quickly, throwing on the aftershave Elisabeth had seemed to like. Rather than wake up the mansion, he decided to hover instead of walk.
He exited his room, heading downstairs
((Continued in Laundry Room))
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Post by Banshee on Jul 6, 2005 9:19:34 GMT -5
Sean checked the clock. He had five minutes to finish, and only one thing left to do. He set down all the blankets except for one, and put the basket aside. He opened his window, and flew outside.
(Continued outside)
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Post by Banshee on Jul 6, 2005 9:31:36 GMT -5
Sean flew back in his window, satisfied with his work. He looked at his reflection and ran a comb through his hair. He grabbed the basket and remaining blankets in his arms. Ready or not, here I come! He strode to his door, pleased with himself.
He exited his room, ready to surprise Elisabeth.
((Continued in Psylocke's Room))
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Post by Banshee on Jul 12, 2005 23:30:06 GMT -5
((Continued from front hall))
Sean walked in his plain room and sighed. Might as well keep busy while I wait. He went over to the closet, and opened the door. Grabbing his suitcase, he set it on the bed and opened it. He folded things neatly and put them away. When he was finished putting his clothes up, he thought, well now's a good time to order a recliner.
((Continued in hacking?))
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Post by Banshee on Jul 14, 2005 23:08:35 GMT -5
Sean finally dragged the box to his room. He stopped once inside to take a few deep breaths. That was a decent work out, now for the fun part, trying to figure out the instructions. He opened the box and started to methodically sort the parts. Then he pulled out the 100 page instruction manual.
He pulled at his shirt, still overly hot from all that effort getting the chair upstairs. He pulled his shirt off, realizing he'd never even put on an undershirt this morning. Must have been a little excited about that surprise He chuckled to himself. Then he went to work assembling his chair. This could take a good while.
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 20, 2005 21:39:10 GMT -5
((Psylocke via telepathy))
<Sean, I'm back with your skates,> she told him mentally.
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Post by Banshee on Jul 20, 2005 21:45:06 GMT -5
Sean grinned as he heard Elisabeth, she was back, with his skates. Perfectly timed, too, since he had just finished assembling his recliner. Thankfully he was fairly decent with his hands. Not a mechanic, but tolerable.
He grabbed a clean shirt from the dresser, and headed out. Guess I'll try her room first.
((continued in Psylocke's Room))
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Post by Banshee on Jul 21, 2005 22:33:15 GMT -5
((Continued from Psylocke's Room))
Sean opened the door to his room and led in Elisabeth, closing the door behind them. He was proud of his accomplishment, and showed his faith in his skills by almost flopping into the chair. His faith was rewarded, and he gave Elisabeth that impish grin.
"See, oh ye of little faith. I told ye it's fine, but no, ye didn't trust me word" He teased. He held out his arms,
"Come on over, see how comfy this is."
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 21, 2005 22:54:15 GMT -5
Betsy dropped the bag off briefly in the room Callisto was using, positive the woman would find fault with everything in it but that was her problem. Betsy did all she could short of brainwashing her into believing she really loved being there. And Betsy had no desire to enter that woman's mind.
Walking in Sean's room, Betsy set the large gift bag on the bed and watched as Sean literally flung himself into the chair he was so proud of building. She couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm then laughed when he said, "Come on over, see how comfy this is" and held his arms open.
She walked over to the chair, pretending to be inspecting it in great detail, saying "mmhmm" and "let's see" every now and then. Then, without warning, she sat on the arm of the chair and slid down into his lap, laughing. "Okay, I give. You did a good job."
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