Post by deeb on Jun 3, 2005 9:58:49 GMT -5
[[ Entered from Emma's Apartment ]]
Jono walked through the still familiar dorm to the upper floors, where the mutant student's rooms were. Emma was right, he didn't believe her. A holiday trip to the city, his bum. Emma Frost could do that in any city in the world. She'd chosen New York for a reason.
By for right now, it wasn't important. He was exhausted. Even though he no longer could nor needed to eat, he did have to sleep and he hadn't slept well on the flight. There was always some chance of a curious kid loosening the bandages and letting out the psionic flames underneath, scaring people witless or worse.
The key fitted perfectly, if a bit stiffly. The door swung open slowly, revealing the room exactly as he'd left it when he had decided he didn't belong here anymore. Well, it had obviously been cleaned on a regular basis, but other than that, the same. The Pearl Jam poster above the bed, the same dark comforter on the bed, the fake skull pencil holder on the desk. Everything was dark and rather depressing, but neatly in place. Jono may have dressed like grunge kid, but he was a neat freak underneath it all. That was one thing about Sugar that driven him crazy. She was so used to being picked up after, she never thought to clean up after herself. Well, that and her music was tripe.
Chamber shook his head, as if banishing the pop star from his mind. He looked around the room again, surprised that it had been left this way. He'd never pegged the White Queen for the nostalgic type. Of course, he was fairly certain she knew he'd be back.
He dropped the army bag containing what he had taken, mostly clothing, on the floor next to the bed and shrugged off his duster, laying it over the back of the chair. He slipped off his motorcycle boots and half-collapsed, half-laid down on the bed. He most likely needed a shower, but that would wait until morning. It didn't take him long to drifted off into an exhausted, troubled sleep.
Jono walked through the still familiar dorm to the upper floors, where the mutant student's rooms were. Emma was right, he didn't believe her. A holiday trip to the city, his bum. Emma Frost could do that in any city in the world. She'd chosen New York for a reason.
By for right now, it wasn't important. He was exhausted. Even though he no longer could nor needed to eat, he did have to sleep and he hadn't slept well on the flight. There was always some chance of a curious kid loosening the bandages and letting out the psionic flames underneath, scaring people witless or worse.
The key fitted perfectly, if a bit stiffly. The door swung open slowly, revealing the room exactly as he'd left it when he had decided he didn't belong here anymore. Well, it had obviously been cleaned on a regular basis, but other than that, the same. The Pearl Jam poster above the bed, the same dark comforter on the bed, the fake skull pencil holder on the desk. Everything was dark and rather depressing, but neatly in place. Jono may have dressed like grunge kid, but he was a neat freak underneath it all. That was one thing about Sugar that driven him crazy. She was so used to being picked up after, she never thought to clean up after herself. Well, that and her music was tripe.
Chamber shook his head, as if banishing the pop star from his mind. He looked around the room again, surprised that it had been left this way. He'd never pegged the White Queen for the nostalgic type. Of course, he was fairly certain she knew he'd be back.
He dropped the army bag containing what he had taken, mostly clothing, on the floor next to the bed and shrugged off his duster, laying it over the back of the chair. He slipped off his motorcycle boots and half-collapsed, half-laid down on the bed. He most likely needed a shower, but that would wait until morning. It didn't take him long to drifted off into an exhausted, troubled sleep.