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Post by Storm on Nov 11, 2006 9:36:45 GMT -5
Her room was as close to the roof as she could make it. It made her feel safer somehow... There wasn't as much to fall and trap her, he logic dictated, but only the Professor knew this was the strongest reason for the room being so high up.
Ororo had decorated the room with pictures, ones of storms, or magnificent weather fronts. Pictures also of her friends, and her homeland. By her bed, in the first drawer lay a picture of her parents, one she would never show anyone, for that was her way, and her life that had passed.
Her dresser was neat, the mirror lined with multi-coloured scarves that encouraged colour into the reflection (so she felt), and made it more homely. One silver brush lay on top, with one hand mirror and one bottle of perfume.
Earlier, she had left the room empty to be on the roof, to speed up the impending storm. Now she sighed as she entered and massaged the side of her neck with one hand.
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Post by Wicked on Nov 22, 2006 4:53:59 GMT -5
On the roof itself sat Wicked. She had a split lip and her right arm was dislocated. She however couldn't go inside yet. Not yet. She looked down. She didn't know who this Carnom was, but he sure did a number on her.
She held her right arm with her left and in the moonlight she looked pretty vulnerable like this.
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Post by Storm on Nov 23, 2006 15:23:42 GMT -5
Ororo heard something on the roof outside her window, and moved to throw open her skylight, with a rush of wind, directed from one hand. Floating up on an air current, she looked at Wicked with interest.
"Who are you?" She asked, very confused, as she had never been seen around before, and most definately she should know, as she hardly left the mansion these days.
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Post by Wicked on Nov 27, 2006 3:09:51 GMT -5
Wicked's head shot up now. Revealing her split lip and some bruises on her face. "No one." She replied and looked back over the grounds. "Just waiting for someone." She replied and looked down again.
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Post by Storm on Nov 27, 2006 13:43:06 GMT -5
"Tell me, or I shall be forced to take you into custody." Ororo demanded, though she knew that she would have to have the girls injuries dealt with before anything else. But the girl couldn't know that. For now she would play this role.
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Post by Wicked on Nov 28, 2006 2:41:10 GMT -5
"I doupt you would." Wicked replied and looked down. Some cracking was heared then a signal. Wicked moved her hand up and pushed the button. "Alliana here... No bonehead I am already back at the mansion... You pointed it out... Yeah I did... No Spidey came and saved I disagree... Sure... Whatever." She pushed the button again.
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