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| Stupid Girl |
 Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 11:11 pm Post subject: Too Many Skeletons (ISO Cyclops) |
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(this takes place the day after her arrival back at the mansion)
Grace shut her eyes a little tighter, trying very hard to think of nothing. She had been recommended meditation since her return and in the twenty-four hours she had been back, she couldn't manage much beyond sitting...and thinking. She thought of her journey here, of her fears, of the questions she kept dodging from other people. Her disappearance, change in dress and demeanour, the fact that the smallest of facts had to be dragged out of her. The biggest of secrets was something she could barely pull herself through. The kidnapping by Sabertooth. The fact that she had been nowhere else for the last...how long? The details however, were harder to get out.
She didn't want them to be ashamed of her.
Unfolding her legs, Grace gave an impatient huff. Nothing had changed. Her feet were still bare, her jeans still rolled up to her knees, her hair was still shoved into a messy, fly-away bun. That was good. No change meant no more outbursts. No more...incidents. Breakstone lake was no different but the stones in her gut still weighed her down. Everything was still. Tranquil. Everything except her.
The Lake was a stone's throw from the mansion grounds but set back beyond the tennis courts it was far away enough to not let any noise or disturbance get in the way of what she was supposed to be doing out here. To gain focus and clarity. She supposed they wanted her to talk about things in more detail without having to do so obtrusively.
She stretched her feet out in front of her, squinting at the water in the afternoon light. It wasn't working, this meditation nonsense and there was no point, she thought, to pretend otherwise. And with that resolve, Grace stood, her bare feet sinking into the shore as she stooped to pick up a pebble. Smooth and flat, she took aim and threw, watching the pebble hop only twice before it plunged into the water.
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| khendros |
| Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 4:28 am Post subject: |
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Scott walked through the grass with his hands stuffed into his pockets. He had just stepped off the path coming from the tennis courts when he saw a small splash in the pond. Curious, he walked down the slight incline towards the pond, and caught glimpse of someone sitting at the water's edge.
The latest arrival seemed to be spending a lot of solitary time after her initial entrance. As he got closer, a breeze slipped through the bun on the back of her head pushing around whisps of hair. Grace seemed to be deeply focused on something, and he could almost see her having some very serious internal dialogue with herself.
The glower on her face took away from her beauty, but here was to hoping that interrupting her thoughts would change that. He purposefully made some noise as he approached so he wouldn't scare her. "Hey Grace, what are you doing all the way out here?" |
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| Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 8:41 pm Post subject: |
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She stooped at the water's edge after the first pebble sank, rummaging through the stones at her feet for another. There was a knack to this. That was something she had been taught as a child; it had to be smooth and flat. It was this insistence that made her cast off many stones that were perfectly capable of the job she wanted doing. Not smooth enough. She heard the crunch of footfalls against the shore and for a moment she froze. They weren't as heavy, nor did they pick up speed. Mind you, if it was Creed, Grace was pretty certain that she wouldn't know he was there until he was throwing her over his shoulder and sprinting across the lawn.
"Hey Grace, what are you doing all the way out here?" Scott. The voice wasn't difficult to place. Even his attempts at chatty conversation came out formal; it was as if there was a lesson even in this casual greeting. His mannerisms were not easy to forget and when she had first arrived at the mansion at sixteen she'd found his attempts at being approachable intimidating. These days? She'd seen worse.
When she stood, she had a meagre three pebbles in her grasp, all of them varying shades of grey. Turning one of them between her fingers, Grace opened her mouth to respond. She stopped herself just in time and clamped her mouth firmly shut again. With such a long time spent in the company of someone who benefited from her mutation, it was difficult to adjust back to being 'mute' again. Instead, she patted her pockets for something she hadn't needed to carry in a while.
She scribbled briefly in the corner of the pocket-sized ring-bound pad, coaxing the ink to flow before she tried again. She took a second to think of how to word it. That was the problem with writing everything down; you could always edit.
Meditating.
The one word stood alone for half a beat before she added to it. Waste of paper, otherwise.
Meditating. Or trying to. Everything has been a bit crazy lately. Hard to find my inner calm.
You?
Grace didn't have it in her to be rude. Well, not since she nutted a neighbour with a newspaper. So, as she shuffled her pebbles in her palm, she tried a smile. After all, he hadn't done anything rude and there wasn't much for him to be disturbing, other than her failure at skipping stones and meditating. It came easier than it might have a month ago. And really, out of danger's reach (for now) she had no reason to hold back on the smiles. Other than the guilt she was harbouring.
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