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Post by Toad on Jun 27, 2006 23:10:25 GMT -5
set before Toad has arrived at the X-Mansion.
Mortimer sat on the park bench, his backpack beside him. He didn't want to actually go to the X-Mansion and beg them to take him in, but he had no where else to go.
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Post by Analyse on Jun 27, 2006 23:22:26 GMT -5
Lorna had decided to clear her head by getting as far out of Boston as she had cash for the cab fare. She'd made it as far as Central Park, which was far enough away from her various students and co-workers. And it would be great as soon as she scrounged up enough cash for fare back or at least a call on the payphone.
Note to self: think ahead, she frowned and fiddled with one earring as she all but tripped over the bench Mortimer sat on.
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Post by Toad on Jun 27, 2006 23:27:00 GMT -5
Boston is in Massachusetts, not New York.
Mortimer jumped up to help the woman who'd tripped over the bench. "Are you all right?"
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Post by Analyse on Jun 27, 2006 23:30:42 GMT -5
Lorna frowned slightly, dusting off her jeans as she stood. "Relatively," she answered, tossing her green hair over one shoulder. "Sorry about that."
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Post by Toad on Jun 27, 2006 23:34:01 GMT -5
"Oh, it's fine," he said, noticing that her hair was green.
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Post by Analyse on Jun 27, 2006 23:37:02 GMT -5
"I think they purposely make these things to people will trip," she scowled distastefully at the bench, judging at it with on booted foot. Almost as if sensing her displesure with it, the metal legs of the bench quivered slightly as if to pull themselves away from the cement.
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Post by Toad on Jun 27, 2006 23:38:42 GMT -5
He noticed the bench shake slightly. "Perhaps," he said.
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Post by Analyse on Jun 27, 2006 23:40:34 GMT -5
She arched an eyebrow, waving her hand at the bench as if to quieten it. There was a part of her that wondered what he was thinking about the shaking bench, and another part of her that didn't care as long as he didn't bother her.
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Post by Toad on Jun 27, 2006 23:44:11 GMT -5
He looked away from the bench.
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Post by Analyse on Jun 27, 2006 23:46:16 GMT -5
"So... um..." Lorna shrugged slightly, running a hand through her hair. "I should probably be going... sorry for tripping over you." So he hadn't acted outwardly hostile, but she'd discovered the hard way that her powers automatically equalled Magneto which was bad. At least, in the minds of most people, human or mutant.
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Post by Toad on Jun 27, 2006 23:49:02 GMT -5
"That's OK," he said. He kicked the bench. "This thing's a piece of crap anyway."
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Post by Analyse on Jun 27, 2006 23:50:05 GMT -5
"Yeah..." Lorna nodded slightly, looking away from him.
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Post by Toad on Jun 27, 2006 23:50:57 GMT -5
"You all right?" he asked.
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Post by Analyse on Jun 27, 2006 23:51:51 GMT -5
"I'm fine," she shrugged a little. "A couple of scrapes and bruises, but that's hardly anything new."
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Post by Toad on Jun 27, 2006 23:55:18 GMT -5
"You sure?" he dug open his backpack. "I might have a few bandaids in here..."
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Post by Analyse on Jun 27, 2006 23:56:42 GMT -5
She shook her head slightly. "Look, I'm fine," she sat down on the bench. "Just a little banged up... but nothing to really worry about."
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Post by Toad on Jun 27, 2006 23:58:06 GMT -5
"You sure?" he had finally found the bandaids.
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Post by Analyse on Jun 28, 2006 0:00:29 GMT -5
She nodded slightly, pushing stray locks of hair behind her ears. "I'm one hundred precent completly fine," she answered. "Besides, I know a healer that I can blackmail when I get home."
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Post by Toad on Jun 28, 2006 0:01:23 GMT -5
"If you insist," he said, zipping up his backpack. "Where are you from?"
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Post by Analyse on Jun 28, 2006 0:02:58 GMT -5
"Beverly Hills," she answered automatically before correcting herself with a quick, "Boston." Shrugging slightly, she ran a hand through her hair. "I just moved."
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