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Post by writinggirl01 on Nov 11, 2011 10:55:26 GMT -5
The dark haired girl staggered toward the massive metal gates to a building that she had heard from the ‘grapevine’ that might be able to help her. Her wounds were so massive that she was barely starting to heal, and her cut arms seemed to be holding herself together. One look at her would immediately tell she was in trouble, and she really needed help. She grunted as she slowly moved forward, her wolf-like fangs could clearly been seen as she tried to keep going. She could not let what happened to her, catch up with her again. She needed a place to lie low, and so she could let herself heal…
A couple of hours ago…
She was sleeping, at least trying to, and attempting to get a few hours of rest. Her dreams were full of the nightmares that had filled her life, and before she was ready to or her dreams made her she woke up fully awake. Her impromptu bedding that she had found in a nearby trash can that was nothing but a measly newspaper had slipped off of her. She sat up right, immediately tuning into her surroundings as she swung her feet off of the park bench she had claimed for the night. Her hairs stood on end, and her nose sniffed the air. She smelled government, as well as heard heavily armed men quickly approach her location. She heard the sounds from all sides, and she knew she was trapped among those poor souls.
She quickly got to her feet, and took up a defensive position while she waited on their approach. She growled a warning for them to stay away from her, but they ignored her. A man that was obviously the commander broke line when they knew they had surrounded her, and lifted his face shield so he could speak to her. ”Now Lycan, Faith. Come home. We don’t want to do this hard way. You don’t belong out here, you belong to the government.” He tried to coax her to come quietly, and she gave another growl.
Faith balled her hands into fists, and readied herself for a fight that she knew she might barely survive. ”I would rather die than go back with you. I would rather attempt to kill you all and die than going back to that place.” She growled out, and her eyes traveled over the fifteen to twenty armored soldiers that where circled around her. The commander only nodded his head, and lifted his hand for the signal to attack. She watched as they all converged on her, and she disappeared under a pile of heavily armed humans as they used whatever weapons they had on them to attempt to beat her into submission.
Fifteen to thirty minutes later, the dark haired girl stood among a pile of bloody, mangled bodies. Blood smeared around her mouth from where she had used her fangs as a weapon. Her body deeply cut and bruised, and she was sure she had suffered quite a few broken ribs. Other places had burn places from where they had tried to electrocute her into unconsciousness so that they could carry her away. What they didn’t factor in was her treatments of a similar nature as well as her determination and strong will to not go back. As she stood there, sole victor of this battle, she knew had to get moving or they will send in a second team when this one did not report back in a timely fashion. She could barely move, but she forced her broken and battered body to do so. She was not going back.
Present…
Faith closed the distance between her and the gates. Her eyesight and training spotted the cameras as she got closer, and she continued to grunt and snarl showing off her animalistic fangs. Her body was still trying to heal itself from the brutal beating it had endured in the park, and she knew it would take a few more hours at least before she was good as new. ”Help…please…” She called out to anyone who might be listening. She didn’t know if she was going to make it to the building or not…
Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~  TIME :: Midmorning
TAG :: Open
WORDS :: 704
NOTES :: She is hurt and seeking shelter…
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Hurt by Johnny Cash
CREDIT :: FAITH!! |
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Post by tora on Nov 12, 2011 12:49:36 GMT -5
A new species is being born. Help me guide it, shape it, lead it.
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A little time out would do him a little good. He had not been able to sleep well this night. His thoughts had become a little darker now-a-days. It seemed as though the whole world were against him and his vision. He shook his head. That's preposterous, he told himself. He was in his mansion, surrounded by rooms and classrooms where his dream lived and breathed. There were always some against him, but where would a good idea be without some opposition?
He hummed softly to himself as he wheeled through the hallway to his study. He often came here as a quiet place to think and focus. He opened the desk drawer and pulled out the files on the new mutants in the school. He had been so excited to be able to invite most of them to the manor. They had all willingly come, excited yet apprehensive about the other mutants they would find there. Most of them had expressed their excitement to Xavier, yet he knew that they had been nervous. They were blending in well, as new students always did. He had fantastic students here. Most, if not all of them, were very welcoming and non-judgmental.
As he finished looking over the files, he put them away, and leaned back in his wheelchair. Oddly enough, he had an urge to go check the control room, where everything that controlled the manor, along with its many high-tech features, was stationed. As he wheeled his chair into the elevator, he had a sense of panic rise in his throat, puzzling him momentarily. He suddenly understood the urge: something was wrong. As soon as he got out of the elevator, he knew he had to get outside and check it out. As he made it to the balcony, he saw a petite figure limping toward the front gates of the manor. He leaned forward in his chair, listening. Help.. please... He sat up straight and whipped his wheelchair around, pushing the modified chair to its limits. As he wheeled down the hallway, he opened the doors to a couple of his students' bedrooms. He woke them with, "We have a problem." With that, he rolled as fast as his wheelchair would go down the hallways to the elevator.
He waited with short patience as the number dwindled on the monitor. When the doors opened, he sped down the hallway, turning a corner before reaching the front door. It flew open at the push of a button on his wheelchair. He used the ramp to get down to the cobblestone path toward the front gates. As he reached them, he used another button to open them. As he reached the girl, he noticed the fangs. He reached up with his first and second finger to his temple, his mind reaching out to Wolverine to wake him, knowing that he would want to know about this. He looked back down, taking his fingers away, with sympathy and concern in his eyes. She had asked for help, and he would definitely answer that call.
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Sharing the world has never been humanity's defining attribute.
STATUS: Complete
WORDS: 511
TAGGED: Faith! (: and probably 2 other students to help (anyone!)
NOTES: First post with him!
QUOTES: X-Men 2 & First Class - Charles Xavier
CREDIT: Template by Waggy! at CAUTION 2.0 NO STEALING kthxbai.
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Post by writinggirl01 on Nov 12, 2011 20:00:45 GMT -5
Faith limped and staggered slowly toward the metal gate, barely keeping on her feet as she made her way forward. She heard the doors to the building open, and she grunted as she turned her head to see who it was. She saw an older, bald man come out…in a wheelchair? She wondered what exactly was he going to do to help her. She paused in her advancement toward the metal structure, and nearly fell over. She was running low on stamina, as her body need to heal. The gates swung open after she noticed that he depressed a button on his chair, allowing access to each other. She grunted as she attempted to make her way closer, her fangs still visible.
She sniffed the air around her, gathering in many scents and odors. However one stood out more prominent than most. She sniffed again, just to make sure she wasn’t imagining it like she had done when she was younger and foolish. No, it was still there. The same scent that she was trained to track if she was ever to come across it. It was the scent of her father, and she closed her eyes briefly. Now comes the fun part… Getting him to believe me. She thought to herself, ignoring her training to track him down and drag him back to the facility. There was no way she was going back there. She opened her eyes and looked at the man in the wheelchair.
Faith had looked into his eyes and saw nothing that she was used to seeing from those she had encountered before. She had only seen cruelty and possession when others looked at her, not whatever she was seeing now. Her sniff of the air had told her that he was no threat to her, and she let some of the tension she held in her body ease away. It wasn’t quite enough, as there still was a chance that Weapon X Project could still track her down and attempt to drag her back. ”Is it true that this is a safe place for people like me?” She asked the man, swaying on her feet. She felt the need to slip into a deep healing sleep, but she wasn’t going to do so as long as she thought that she was in danger. It was basic survival she had learned a long time ago…
Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ TIME :: Midmorning
TAG :: Open
WORDS :: 400
NOTES :: May pass out, may not. Depends on the answer.
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Hurt by Johnny Cash
CREDIT :: FAITH!! |
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