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Post by Athena De Costa on Dec 15, 2012 22:03:27 GMT -5
 → HAVE YOU HEARD THE NEWS THAT YOU'RE DEAD ?NO ONE EVER HAD MUCH NICE TO SAY ,( I THINK THEY NEVER LIKED YOU ANYWAY ! ) - - - - - - - - - -Athena tapped a pencil rapidly against the edge of the desk s/he sat at - the tap-tap-tap! was the only noise in the room besides hir breathing and the faint noise of rain pattering against the library windows. There were probably other people in the massive set of rooms, but s/he hadn't run into anyone in the past hour or so - which only made sense, since it was about three in the morning and s/he was busy...well, doing nothing much. Staring at hir sketch pad and trying not to go back to sleep, if Athena was honest with herself. Nightmares were - well, common. But s/he never remembered them; just the terrified feeling s/he got and waking up with hir clothes soaked through with cold sweat.
So, wrapped in a thick t-shirt and pajama pants, the trans* student set hir brown eyes to staring out into the rain. Not knowing if there would be other people roaming the halls, s/he'd slipped hir binder on underneath the old green shirt s/he wore. Unlike born-male guys, s/he wasn't going to be taking hir top off any time soon, but - well, it made hir feel better. More confident. Like s/he was, at least, able to pass as a guy in the eyes of someone - even if that someone was hir own reflection. And even then, hir brain spun - pointed out the gentler curve of the jaw and cheekbones, the fuller lips and lashes that s/he loathed.
Lashing out, the twenty-year-old threw hir pencil at the window, breathing heavily, chair screeching as s/he stood up. "Damn it!", Athena burst out, the words echoing throughout the empty library. But s/he didn't care - hir temper was in full force, and s/he threw hir notebook in the same direction as hir pencil - the papers fluttering through the air to bounce with a harmless thwack! off of the thick glass.
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( Whoops, I drama'd in the first thread. )
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Post by Stepford Cuckoos on Dec 17, 2012 19:28:27 GMT -5
Click-Clack-Click-Clack The sound of heeled white shoes bounced off the hardwood flooring and echoed through the empty school hallways. If one didn't know any better, it would sound as though a single body was moving through the school, however, it was in fact five bodies, moving perfectly in sync with each other. Always in-step, their shoes touched the coated wood at precisely the same milisecond, the sounds all blending together into one. It was eerie...if you weren't used to it. In a school full of blue-skinned teachers and teenagers with wings, quintuplets didn't stand out too much...until you learned what they could do. The only known telepaths in existence to have a combined gestalt mind, the sisters, or the Cuckoos as some like to call them, are very unique.
Identical in their casual white halter-dresses, the fabric probably stopped just a bit too high above the knees for teachers, though the Cuckoos didn't care. Often, the Cuckoos could be found in white, an homage to their old mentor, the White Queen. Even the waves in their blonde locks fell in perfect sync, making it a true challenge to tell the difference. Awake at odd hours of the day, the Cuckoos were on patrol tonight, a duty each teacher got, in rotation. However, it was given mostly to the telepathic minds, those that could search the perimeters without physical presence.
As the sisters walked, they conversed solely in their minds, keeping the mansion as silent as possible in respect for those fast asleep. All together, the sisters stopped in their tracks, the presence of another conscious being coming into their minds.
Someone's awake.
So it would seem.
Shall we?
As a group, the quintuplets walked to the library. Mindee and Celeste each took a door, opening the two heavy doors to expose the room full of books. "We would tell you that it's hours past curfew, but you already know that. What exactly has brought you to the library so late?" |
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Post by Athena De Costa on Dec 18, 2012 12:03:33 GMT -5
→ HAVE YOU HEARD THE NEWS THAT YOU'RE DEAD ?NO ONE EVER HAD MUCH NICE TO SAY ,( I THINK THEY NEVER LIKED YOU ANYWAY ! ) - - - - - - - - - -
Still breathing heavily, and distracted with the turmoil of emotions going on inside of hir, Athena didn't hear the door open - although s/he couldn't have missed not one but five teachers when s/he heard one of them speak and turned around to look. The look that filtered over hir face would have probably been funny if it hadn't been three AM and if s/he hadn't just lost her temper on her school supplies. It was, perhaps, a small miracle hir shield didn't pop up, although surprise was writ large across hir face.
"Ms. Frost.", Athena greeted - how did you address five teachers with the same last name? If there was etiquette for it, s/he certainly didn't know of it. Moving to push hir chair back in, the dark mutant shrugged, anger cooling into embarrassment and sheepishness in the face of the cinctuplet of blondes. "I just couldn't sleep.", s/he muttered, bending to pick up the pencil and papers near the window. "I'm sorry - I didn't mean to wake you all." Maybe they'd just been the ones on patrol that night, but s/he didn't know; s/he might well have woken them up with her outburst, or her walk through the winding halls of the mansion.
Straightening, the student scanned the five telepaths' in front of hir; they were intimidating at the best of times, not in the least because they seemed to do just about everything together. Of course, just one of them would have presented a different problem; it was rather hard to tell them a part unless they wore different outfits or colors. And now she was staring at five of them - and quite possibly a lecture of some sort, which Athena was not looking forward to at all, not in the least because s/he was still feeling jittery over the effects of hir un-remember nightmare.
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( Yay, first thread hijinks. )
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Post by Stepford Cuckoos on Dec 19, 2012 13:08:58 GMT -5
"Cuckoo. The name is Cuckoo." In their 'teenage' years, it had been discovered that they were in fact taken from Emma Frost's eggs, though they didn't exactly see their old mentor as 'mother'. Their last name was Cuckoo, given to them most likely by Dr. Sublime, their creator. It had been almost two decades since the Cuckoos discovered their origins, and yet, they didn't look a day older than 19, maybe 20, their genetics slowed to nearly a halt from the cloning process.
Stepping into the room fully, the doors closed behind them as the teachers looked on at the student before them. Not the most social of the students within Xavier's walls, Athena stood out above the rest. Being a mutant teenager was difficult to process to a normal being, though being transgender on top of that made the world almost impossible to navigate. Born a female, the student identified as a male, though it was always difficult to handle such a student.
Celeste was the one to break away from the pack, walking closer to the student, she sat near Athena. A reassuring smile took over the blonde's face. Celeste always was the best at connecting with other people, with feeling emotion, even though they all knew that none of the Cuckoos truly felt emotion. Celeste just seemed to understand what kind of emotions were appropriate, given the situations. "It can be dangerous to wander the school late at night. We keep patrols to ensure that nothing comes to harm our students and we wouldn't want you mistaken as a threat." Sophie spoke from the 'pack', rational as she always was, she did care about the students in the school.
"Athena, we know your situation is a bit more unique than other students. How would you like us to address you?" Truthfully, the Cuckoos weren't really sure how to talk to the student, without offending them. It was unique to every individual, and though the women had all the powers of the mind to their advantage, they had mastered giving people mental privacy.
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Post by Athena De Costa on Dec 20, 2012 15:47:24 GMT -5
→ HAVE YOU HEARD THE NEWS THAT YOU'RE DEAD ?NO ONE EVER HAD MUCH NICE TO SAY ,( I THINK THEY NEVER LIKED YOU ANYWAY ! ) - - - - - - - - - -
As one of the Cuckoos approached, Athena watched her, and thought. Just Cuckoo, s/he’d been told. Did they not prefer individual names? They had to have them – didn’t they? Or at least first names, although Athena wouldn’t have ever called a teacher by their first name in any case. Of course, came the unbidden thought, her granddad was known by either Wolverine or Logan – so it wasn’t like she had any room to judge about last names or lack thereof. Not that s/he’d ever met the man; he’d been absent all of hir life, and quite frankly s/he was glad; everyone else s/he’d ever heard talk of him made the mutant seem violent, unstable, and…well, short, which puzzled hir a little bit. So s/he supposed if the five telepaths’ wanted to be called Cuckoos, then – that’s what she’d call them, unorthodox a naming convention as it might be.
Uncertain as to if s/he was about to be lectured or not, Athena stood a little straighter – her five-six frame was by no means imposing, but s/he felt a little more secure. Instead of a lecture, s/he got an explanation – and a smile, which the student returned a trifle hesitantly. But s/he almost had to smother a laugh – hir, mistaken as a threat? Not likely! Hir power wasn’t destructive – just annoying, and then generally only to hirself. S/he couldn’t even control the blasted thing; it popped on and off when it felt the urge, and only rarely did it ever protect hir from anything – be it a left hook punch or some light rain. But s/he just nodded at the explanation; the next time someone went to investigate a late-night noise, the perpetrator might not be a twenty-year-old with gender issues and tattoos. “I understand – and, er, sorry again. Didn’t mean to alarm you.”
Asking how s/he wanted to be addressed made the mutant start with surprise. They knew – and were taking the time to ask about it! Most people used, s/he’d noticed, whatever gender pronouns they coded hir as – the female ones bothered her, and the male ones…well, bothered hir for an entirely different reason. The female ones were innately wrong – that wasn’t what s/he felt like. But the male ones – s/he didn’t feel quite male, either, some days. The days when hir curves showed more freely, or hir binder just didn’t seem to work as well as it ought. After a moments’ pause, s/he replied. “I’d prefer male pronouns. Um – and thank you, you know, for – for asking.”, Athena added in a rush. Nobody asked, and s/he wanted to make sure they knew s/he appreciated the gesture.
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