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Post by exodus on Sept 30, 2005 8:20:05 GMT -5
Decorate as you like.
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Post by Scarlet Witch on Nov 3, 2005 0:22:53 GMT -5
She walked into the room, making a beeline for her closet. Lorna's training session had been interesting, but dinner was a much more pressing matter. Sure, it was just the Darkholmes, but that was still a perfect reason to wear something new. She fumbled through her clothes, pulling out a few things and quickly discarding them again. Too tight, too fancy, too blue.
Finally settling on a pair of fancy jeans and a nice shirt, she got dressed and headed downstairs. It would be a bad idea to be late for a dinner that was happening in one's own dining room. And someone had to make sure that Lorna wasn't sitting close enough to Anna-Marie to fight, or Kurt to... stroke. That sounded wrong.
((Scarlet Witch exits to the Dining room))
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Post by Scarlet Witch on Feb 27, 2006 21:33:58 GMT -5
The sun had come up some time earlier, but Wanda had simply pulled one of her pillows over her face, rolling to face the side of the room that didn't have any windows. After a few futile attempts to fall back asleep, she threw the pillow at the window and sat up, rubbing her eyes. As she slowly slid out of bed and pulled on her robe, she frowned. There was something she was supposed to be doing and she couldn't remember what it was. Not counting calling Lorna to ask how things were going with her little redneck(ing) adventure. Laughing, she went to her bathroom to shower.
Lorna was a trip, really. The girl had had everything handed to her and she knew it. She embraced it. It wasn't that she was selfish- there was definitely a humanitarian streak in her. Somewhere. Wanda was sure of it, but Lorna was the princess, even before she'd actually become a princess. And really, that's the way that it should have been. Lorna hadn't had a perfect childhood by any means, and it was only right that her adult life make up for it. She should be able to... shtup anyone she wanted. And the fact that she could easily get just about anyone she wanted helped out with that.
After her shower, she headed back into the main part of her room to get dressed, remembering as she opened her dresser that they were taking a little vacation. Right. She had to pack. Dressing simply, she pulled out a suitcase and started to toss some things in, windering whether or not she was going to have to go over to Lorna's room and pack for her, or if her sister would be back before it was time to go.
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Post by Quicksilver on Feb 27, 2006 22:07:54 GMT -5
Pietro had been up for a few hours, being the early riser of the family. He always went out and ran for a bit, liking to keep in shape. With his powers, a quick run could take him all over Genosha. He had a quick breakfast, and went to find Wanda. He wanted to talk with her before their trip any way. The conversation from last night bothered him in a lot of ways. He knew he'd been overprotective and a bit overbearing, but he meant the best. He approached her door and knocked swiftly, then walked in.
Pietro saw that Wanda had already packed for their week end getaway. He was looking forward to it, and thought she was as well.
“Morning Wanda. Um, there's something I wanted to talk to you about.” This was hard for him to talk about, but he pressed on, looking down at his shoes.
“IthinkweneedtotellDadthetruthaboutthatdayinthemarketplace.” There, it was out. He had no idea how she would react, but it wouldn't be any worse than how things had gone last night.
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Post by Scarlet Witch on Feb 27, 2006 22:56:38 GMT -5
The quick rapping on her door could only mean one thing. Pietro. He let himself in a few moments later, closing the door and greeting her, "Morning Wanda." She turned and smiled, still folding shirts and setting them into the suitcase. "Hello, Pietro."
And then he got far too interested in his shoes. They were nice shoes, yes, but probably not worth the kind of examination that he seemed to be giving them. "Um, there's something I wanted to talk to you about.”
She frowned, pausing in her folding to look over at him. Whatever it was, it was probably something serious. Pietro had his little fits of depression, sure, but this seemed to really be bothering him. “IthinkweneedtotellDadthetruthaboutthatdayinthemarketplace.”
Her breath caught in her throat. Yeah, that was definitely something serious. Folding the shirt calmly and placing it on top of the other clothes, she turned to look at him. "And what would that accomplish?"
She frowned, looking him straight in the eyes. "You know how hard it was, Pietro. If Daddy knew what really happened..." She'd spent a great deal of time not thinking about what would happen then. It'd been a silent agreement from the get go. They'd do what they could to keep things together. Which meant taking the blame for what Lorna had done. It wasn't entirely inconceivable either. Pietro could have definitely made it to the men and back so fast that it would be almost like he wasn't gone, and she could have easily hexed the knives. She frowned again. "Everything would change."
They were happy. All of them. Sure, there were moments but overall, things were good. And wasn't it better that way, no matter what the cost was?
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Post by Quicksilver on Feb 27, 2006 23:22:39 GMT -5
"And what would that accomplish? You know how hard it was, Pietro. If Daddy knew what really happened...Everything would change." Pietro kept his eyes on Wanda's. This was a hard conversation to have, especially after all these years. He thought back to last night, and he shook his head,
“I . . . it's hard to explain, Wanda, even to you, hell, especially to you. But, after talking with Lorna last night, it's clear, she blames herself. Andsheshouldn'tcauseitwasmyfault.” He knew he was talking way too fast, but Wanda would understand him. She'd grown up listening to him speed through everything, and could interpret for him. As could Lorna, and probably their father as well. He sat down on her bed, uninvited, but knowing she'd be ok with it.
“We've got to tell him, he'll understand, and know what to do. Cause I don't, not anymore. After what happened with Anya, how could he not?”
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Post by Scarlet Witch on Feb 28, 2006 0:35:47 GMT -5
He didn't agree. She could see it in his face, read it well before he opened his mouth. “I . . . it's hard to explain, Wanda, even to you, hell, especially to you." She frowned. It had never been hard to explain things to him. They'd always had that weird bond. Or so she'd thought. But, after talking with Lorna last night, it's clear, she blames herself." Wanda bit her lip, looking away. "Andsheshouldn'tcauseitwasmyfault.”
Turning back to him, she just looked for a moment. His fault? As he sat down on her bed, she shook her head. How could he possibly blame himself for something that none of them could control? Lorna couldn't even help that her powers had chosen that moment to manifest. She'd been angry. They had all been angry. Confused. Scared. And they had every right to be. Some bastards had killed their mother for no good reason. All three of them had wanted to kill those men, but she and Pietro both knew enough not to let themselves slip out of control and go through with it. Neither of them could have stopped what had happened to Anne or what happened to her killers.
She sat down next to Pietro and put her arm around him, trying not to cry. The memories were tough, but it was the fact that she'd been able to keep tough about it herself that'd kept her sane her whole life, and she wasn't about to stop that now. Especially not when Pietro needed her. "It wasn't your fault either."
“We've got to tell him, he'll understand, and know what to do. Cause I don't, not anymore. After what happened with Anya, how could he not?” She sighed, looking away again. They'd never known Anya, only heard stories about their older sister. But they knew of what had happened when she died. How their mother had fled, how she'd been scared of their father... of what he'd done. It was the same as Lorna, but still. It was different. Lorna was little, she'd needed protecting. And wouldn't telling him be the same as admitting that it was Lorna's fault?
Looking back at her brother, she shook her head and gave him a quick hug. She was wrong. He wasn't happy. Things hadn't turned out okay, even after all the work they'd put into making it as close to that as they could. They were on top of the world, but it seemed like what had happened was dragging them down to the bottom. Sighing, she looked down at the floor. "If you think it will make a difference..."
She closed her eyes again. No, not going to cry. Especially since it was more because all of their work was going to go to waste. Not crying over something so selfish. Sniffling a bit, she cleared her throat and looked out the window. "Ever wish there was just some magic button you could push, make things perfect? Just give everyone what they want?"
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Post by Quicksilver on Feb 28, 2006 1:10:59 GMT -5
"It wasn't your fault either." Pietro swallowed as Wanda sat next to him, putting her arm around him, she. She had been the rock of their little family. He didn't want to think about what would have happened without her. He leaned his head on her shoulder, placing one arm around her, taking a deep breath before continuing.
“How could it not be, Wanda? I was seventeen, I should have protected her better. I should have stopped them, I was old enough. I let everyone down that day.” Pietro just sat there. He would not cry, he was too old for that thing. He'd outgrown tears that day. He hadn't cried since their mother's funeral. That time had been hell.
"If you think it will make a difference... Ever wish there was just some magic button you could push, make things perfect? Just give everyone what they want?" Pietro smiled a little at that, and raised his head.
“Only every day.” Pietro thought of a world where everyone had what they wanted. Mom was still alive, and so was Uncle Charles. There wouldn't be any trouble, with anyone.
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Post by Scarlet Witch on Feb 28, 2006 1:41:26 GMT -5
“How could it not be, Wanda? I was seventeen, I should have protected her better. I should have stopped them, I was old enough. I let everyone down that day.” She watched him as he talked, shaking her head the whole time. As he finished and his face grew stony, she frowned. She hadn't seen him cry ever. At least not since they were little. As much as he tried to be completely blank, show no emotion, she could tell that he was hurting. "I was seventeen too, Pietro. I could have stopped them just as easily as you did." It was true, even though she tried not to think of it that way.
"But we didn't. And we shouldn't have had to. Lorna shouldn't have had to do what she did either, and she couldn't help having done it. Besides, there's nothing that we can do about it now." Except tell.
Frowning, she tried to make the subject at least a little more lighthearted. "Ever wish there was just some magic button you could push, make things perfect? Just give everyone what they want?"
She looked at him as he raised his head, smiling to match his. “Only every day.” Chuckling a little bit, she raised an eyebrow thoughtfully. "Yeah, we definitely need an easy button."
Giving him another quick hug, she stood up and went back over to her dresser. No sense dwelling on things they couldn't change. If Pietro decided to tell Daddy, Pietro decided to tell Daddy. That's all there was to it. Grabbing a small pile of clothes, she headed back to her suitcase. "Have you packed yet?"
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Post by Quicksilver on Mar 1, 2006 0:18:36 GMT -5
"I was seventeen too, Pietro. I could have stopped them just as easily as you did." Pietro shook his head. Both Wanda and Lorna just did not get it. Maybe it was just him being horribly sexist, but he should have protected them. It was his responsibility.
"I should have stopped them."
"But we didn't. And we shouldn't have had to. Lorna shouldn't have had to do what she did either, and she couldn't help having done it. Besides, there's nothing that we can do about it now." Except try to fix things. They'd done what they thought was best at the time. But maybe it wasn't. If their father had known what had happened, he'd have known how severely it had affected them all.
"Yeah, we definitely need an easy button." Pietro snorted a bit at that,
“Sure, we'll get one on the way to our weekend getaway. I'm sure there has to be one lying around somewhere.”
"Have you packed yet?" Ooops. Pietro zipped out of Wanda's room in a flash of pure speed. Two seconds later he was back, suitcase in hand, ready to go.
“All set. Is Lorna back yet? I hope she didn't bring her new dead guard boytoy. I really didn't like him.”
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Post by Scarlet Witch on Mar 2, 2006 13:13:24 GMT -5
She didn't even bother acknowledging his constant assertion that he should have done something. There was nothing that they could do about it now. It wasn't like they could just change what had happened. It was over, and there was no use in dwelling on it. At least not constantly.
“Sure, we'll get one on the way to our weekend getaway. I'm sure there has to be one lying around somewhere.” She smiled a bit, tilting her head thoughtfully. "You know, I bet that if we said we were looking for one, we'd have a few dozen shipped right here. Wouldn't have to lift a finger."
Ah, one of the joys of being who they were. Creepy mad mutant scientist types were constantly offering their help, often in ways that weren't exactly the most kosher. But there had to be at least a few psychos out there who were willing to make something like that. Moving on, she asked him about whether or not he'd packed, and he responded by zipping out of the room, popping back in a few seconds later with his suitcase.
“All set. Is Lorna back yet? I hope she didn't bring her new dead guard boytoy. I really didn't like him.” Tossing a few final items into her own suitcase, she shook her head. "Haven't seen her."
She did have to smile a little bit at the Guard comment. As much as Pietro was trying to protect Lorna, he needed to realize that it was... what was his name? Steve? Didn't matter. It was the agent who was more likely to get hurt. "I think she knows better than to bring him. If he so much as looked at her with you and Daddy there, he'd be fried."
Nodding, she explained, "They're not as useful when they're dead." Simple fact.
Sliding her suitcase onto the floor, she sank down on the bed again, grinning. "Besides, she's got Bennet. And he's got that new speedo. Growr."
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Post by Polaris on Mar 2, 2006 15:27:27 GMT -5
Her mind kept flitting back to her little “discovery” a short time ago and as much as she wanted to get rid of the disturbing thoughts, they wouldn't let her be. Sighing and knowing at this point there was nothing to do about it, Lorna magnetically unlatched her balcony sliding doors and flew into her room. She could sense her brother and sister already up and moving around in Wanda's room. God only knew what Pietro had been filling Wanda's head with this morning.
Lifting the suitcase with her powers thanks to the metal liners, she began to randomly throw clothes into it. Honestly, she didn't care what she packed or what state it arrived in. Lorna could always just send someone out to buy her something new or go shopping herself. Besides, she still owed Wanda a shopping trip.
Done with the prerequisite packing, she levitated the bags to the door then went to find her siblings. She heard Wanda say, "Besides, she's got Bennet. And he's got that new speedo. Growr." Knocking on Wanda's door, she opened it without waiting for a reply. Giving them both a smug look, she said, “God, Wanda, I had a pleasant night and morning. Don't ruin it with images of Bennett in a Speedo.”
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Post by Quicksilver on Mar 2, 2006 22:13:30 GMT -5
"Haven't seen her. I think she knows better than to bring him. If he so much as looked at her with you and Daddy there, he'd be fried. They're not as useful when they're dead." That was true. Pietro realized, relieved. He didn't want their family getaway marred by him killing a member of the red guard. He'd been fairly decent to the man last night, but it had been very difficult. Wanda continued,
"Besides, she's got Bennet. And he's got that new speedo. Growr." Oh, he'd almost forgotten about that. Pietro grimaced, but was spared trying to reply by the entrance of Lorna.
“God, Wanda, I had a pleasant night and morning. Don't ruin it with images of Bennett in a Speedo.” Pietro winced,
“Too late for that. It's no wonder why my hair is gray. Morning Lorna, glad to see you're home. How's my baby sister?” He teased lightly.
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Post by Scarlet Witch on Mar 2, 2006 23:48:14 GMT -5
She cracked a smile as Pietro was visibly disgusted by her comment. The smile widened as Lorna herself walked in. “God, Wanda, I had a pleasant night and morning. Don't ruin it with images of Bennett in a Speedo.” She laughed, turning as Pietro threw in his two cents, “Too late for that. It's no wonder why my hair is gray. Morning Lorna, glad to see you're home. How's my baby sister?”
Rolling her eyes, she punched him on the arm. "Your hair has always been gray, you liar."
Nodding at Lorna, she smiled politely. "So, how's... Seth? Seymour?"
God, if Lorna was going to be sleeping with this guy on a regular basis, it was probably best for her to remember his name. Or learn it in the first place. She'd seen him at events before, so she knew who he was. She even knew what his powers were. He flew. Really fast. Something like that. But he had a name. "What was his name again?"
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Post by Polaris on Mar 3, 2006 9:54:02 GMT -5
Lorna smiled smugly at her two siblings. From Wanda's glance it was obvious that Pietro had spared no time in telling his twin all about Lorna's “date”. Shaking her head slightly, she realized there really were no secrets in this house. Well, mostly not. “Too late for that. It's no wonder why my hair is gray. Morning Lorna, glad to see you're home. How's my baby sister?” Pietro asked.
Wanda covered the gray hair part and Lorna winced at being called “baby sister”. God, men never learned, did they? Fixing him with her dark green eyes, she replied to her “old brother”, “I have no idea how your 'baby' sister is because last I saw her, she had grown up. I, however, am doing fine. What were you guys talking about before I brightened your morning with my presence?” She was teasing on the last part. Well, mostly.
Deciding she needed the steamy details, Wanda asked, "So, how's... Seth? Seymour? What was his name again?"
Glaring at Pietro for a moment, she said, “Damn, it didn't take you long to tell her about him, did it?”
Walking over to Wanda, she sat down next to her sister and grinned. “Sam. His name is Sam. As far as I know, he's fine. Agent Rasputin teleported in this morning and took him away. Apparently he was late for a meeting or something. Whatever, I'm sure I'll hear about it either from him or someone else in the guard. Maybe Kurt. I just hope he found some clothes and told Aunt Raven good morning from me,” she told Wanda with a wink.
Changing the topic, she asked, “So, does anyone know if Dad's up and ready to leave? Or Bennett for that matter? I think I offended him by losing him in the club last night. Oh, well, he'll get over it.”
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