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Jean Grey

Jean chuckled. "They're already up. As soon as you agreed, I began setting them up." She winked. "The perks of being a high-level telepath."







Masika kissed the top of Sam's head, moving to sit on the edge of the other girl's bed and pull her close. "Yes, it was cruel. Even without using her powers, that girl was cruel," she said, thinking back to lunch the day she'd met Sumina. "Try not to think of it. She was trying to sow dissent, and we can't let her do that to us. Professor Grey told me when I first came here that the X-men are like a family. And though families have disagreements and problems, they always stay strong and stay together. We just have to think of it that way."

Masika nodded. "That's right. Just try to put it out of your mind. It is hard to do, I know. But that doesn't mean we should keep thinking about what she's tried to do to us. And we'll be ready for it the next time she tries."

◦▹❊*◦▹❊*◦▹Sam Summerfall▹◦*❊▹◦*❊▹◦
aka Redemption
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◦▹❊*◦▹❊*◦▹Sam Summerfall▹◦*❊▹◦*❊▹◦
aka Redemption
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Gretchen trained for an hour straight focusing on control and aim and the Tornado Technique. By the end of her session she was panting heavily, sweat making her skin sheen in the arena’s bright lights. She scream throwing a burst of fire into a wall, pissed beyond words. The tornado technique seems just beyond her reach, she had been working on that technique for years, she knew it was possible another fire mutant from the past had used it but she couldn’t do it. She was almost positive the mutant have some word of wind ability, it was the only thing to explain why she couldn’t successfully do it.

After her burst of rage, Gretchen looked over the scorch marks on the arena before sheathing her blades at her hips and walking out of the room, she needed to talk to Polaris. She loved Polaris like an older sister, the person who got her off the streets and into a home, helping her understand who and what she was and she would always been in her debt.

Gretchen stopped in front of Polaris’ office and knocked on the door before waiting for a response fidgeting with pent up rage her dark brown eyes flashing amber on and off as she worked on her control.

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Kitty looked at the old small house, white paint peeling from the wood, broken window shutters were tilted on the frame, the small porch looked like it would give at any moment. Her grey eyes turned to look at the social worker next to her who gave her a reassuring smile before escorting her to the door. An old woman answered the door glanced at Kitty and the social worker before grunting and waving them in.

“I set up the girl in the office, it has a sofa, I plan to turn it into a bedroom later,” the old woman said hobbling to a door that lead into a tiny room with a desk in one corner covered with papers with an old lumpy couch on the opposite wall with a few blankets and a pillow on it, a few shelves covered in dust and nick knacks, including creepy looking porcelain dolls.

Kitty turned to look at the social worker about to open her mouth and beg to be taken away not to be left here when the social worker put a hand on Kitty’s shoulder and smiled at the old woman, “yes of course. It takes time to get children settled in and get everything they need. I’ll be back in 6 months to check in on her, here is my card either one of you can call if you need anything or have any questions.”

Kitty took the card with a look of disbelief as the social worker handed another to her great aunt and saw herself out. Kitty turned to look at the old woman adjusting her one duffle bag from hand to hand feeling the weight of her backpack and archery bag on her shoulders.

“Ok here are the rules, stay out of my way and don’t touch the frig, you can have half the social check and do with it what you will. You call me ma’am at all times, no aunt or grandma or any of that other bullshit. Also the upstairs is off limits to you, there is a shower and toilet out in the shed. That simple.”

Kitty watched the old woman walk away heading upstairs disbelief and grief choking her, as entered the tiny room and plopped down on the sofa coughing as a dust of rose into the air. She growled standing up and deciding to clean the room she was obviously stuck living in. She spent the four hours cleaning and rearranging the room until it was clean and more orderly. Kitty looked at the room, the dolls were stashed in a small closet along with her duffle and backpack, she would need to got to the store to get hangers for her clothes. The bookcase and shelves in the room were cleaned and organize, the desk wiped down and the papers neatly place inside the drawers the the surface empty except for a small cup fill with pens and markers, giving her a place for her laptop and school things. She felt dirty so decided to take a shower, she grabbed from soft jeans along with a long sleeve shirt and underthings, she grabbed the towel her aunt had placed with the blankets and pillow but wrinkled her nose at it. She grabbed her clear makeup bag filled with her toiletries and headed outside with her clothes and bedding. She entered the large barn like shed which seemed to really have been a work room of some sort, she noted the tools at a workbench. She also saw the washing machine, turning the dial she shoved the bedding and towel into it and pour a good amount of soap enough to be called over killed. Taking a look behind a door made her storm out of the shed and return with cleaning supplies she had snagged from the kitchen to clean her ‘room’. An hour later the bathroom was clean and disinfected and her bedding and towel were hanging on a drying line outside. Kitty stepped into the tiny shower stall wearing her beach flipflops and cleaned up before returning to the house and crashed for the night.

Masika sighed in relief that her friend could stand on her own. It was good to see Sam out of the infirmary bed. "Shall we head to school, then?" she asked.


((Bleh. This is the best I could do at the moment. My brain is mush.))

Masika raised an eyebrow. She'd never seen the car before. "Did you have that before I came here, or is it a new acquisition?"