Making the grade
The day was warm and peaceful, and Kurt was out walking about the grounds of his new found home. The X-mansion. The X-mansion was not what one would call normal, but to an outside viewer, it looked just like any other home in the upper part of New York. Taking in a deep breath, Kurt Wagner, also known as Nightcrawler took a step forward, his golden yellow eyes scanning the area of which he stood. As he looked about, he then caught an unexpected glimpse of the one every one else called 'Storm'. To him and the other people around the mansion, she was also known as Ms. Ororo Munroe. However, this name didn't seem fitting for some one such as her. For many a months now, Kurt had been watching her. Not in a manner of stalking her, but watching her, studying her, seeing her movements and soaking in her features. He liked her; he liked her a lot. Almost too much; too much. it some times hurt. It hurt him to know that she would probably never even have a chance with her. The only thing worse then facing the one you adore was the fact that they might just reject you. This factor would have been too much to bear for him. Therefore, he just stuck to his ritual of watching her. Though he felt like he was stalking her, he figured that if he could see her, she. could see him. Yes. It was a devious plan, but one that one would think would work. For example, more than one time had he been doing some thing, looked up and caught her eyes with his. The quickness and effectiveness of this emotional contact sent shivers down his spine. This contact however would only last a few milliseconds, but to him, it was forever.
To him now, the glimpse of which he did catch of her, was glimpse that seemed a bit different today. She was walking down a pathway in such a hurry that the small pile of papers that she held oh-so gracefully in her arms slipped out an proceeded to pattern the ground in a checkered like pattern. He could see her swear, though unusual, and proceed to pick up the scattered papers. Kurt smiled and then used his power of teleportation to teleport to where she was. " 'Ello, do you need any help?" He said, trying to sound concerned, but the sight of her crawling about the ground grabbing for rogue papers sent evil thoughts running through his head. Shaking the sense from his head, he bent down and picked up a paper, and not meaning to read it, the title caught his eye.
'FORM OF RESIGNATION'
"Vas dis?" He said. He said, placing the paper atop of the newly built one in her trembling arms. "Nothing." She said, looking as though she was trying not to make eye contact. "Nothing? Vell, this does not look like 'nothing' to me." He said, giving her a look of concern that he knew she could not only see, but also feel underneath her skin. She sighed and then got up and began to walk back down the hall, away from him. Feeling only a little rejected, Kurt shrugged and sighed. "I can only hope dear angel, that you are not surious." He said turning heel and then walking into the nearest door.
The day was warm and peaceful, and Kurt was out walking about the grounds of his new found home. The X-mansion. The X-mansion was not what one would call normal, but to an outside viewer, it looked just like any other home in the upper part of New York. Taking in a deep breath, Kurt Wagner, also known as Nightcrawler took a step forward, his golden yellow eyes scanning the area of which he stood. As he looked about, he then caught an unexpected glimpse of the one every one else called 'Storm'. To him and the other people around the mansion, she was also known as Ms. Ororo Munroe. However, this name didn't seem fitting for some one such as her. For many a months now, Kurt had been watching her. Not in a manner of stalking her, but watching her, studying her, seeing her movements and soaking in her features. He liked her; he liked her a lot. Almost too much; too much. it some times hurt. It hurt him to know that she would probably never even have a chance with her. The only thing worse then facing the one you adore was the fact that they might just reject you. This factor would have been too much to bear for him. Therefore, he just stuck to his ritual of watching her. Though he felt like he was stalking her, he figured that if he could see her, she. could see him. Yes. It was a devious plan, but one that one would think would work. For example, more than one time had he been doing some thing, looked up and caught her eyes with his. The quickness and effectiveness of this emotional contact sent shivers down his spine. This contact however would only last a few milliseconds, but to him, it was forever.
To him now, the glimpse of which he did catch of her, was glimpse that seemed a bit different today. She was walking down a pathway in such a hurry that the small pile of papers that she held oh-so gracefully in her arms slipped out an proceeded to pattern the ground in a checkered like pattern. He could see her swear, though unusual, and proceed to pick up the scattered papers. Kurt smiled and then used his power of teleportation to teleport to where she was. " 'Ello, do you need any help?" He said, trying to sound concerned, but the sight of her crawling about the ground grabbing for rogue papers sent evil thoughts running through his head. Shaking the sense from his head, he bent down and picked up a paper, and not meaning to read it, the title caught his eye.
'FORM OF RESIGNATION'
"Vas dis?" He said. He said, placing the paper atop of the newly built one in her trembling arms. "Nothing." She said, looking as though she was trying not to make eye contact. "Nothing? Vell, this does not look like 'nothing' to me." He said, giving her a look of concern that he knew she could not only see, but also feel underneath her skin. She sighed and then got up and began to walk back down the hall, away from him. Feeling only a little rejected, Kurt shrugged and sighed. "I can only hope dear angel, that you are not surious." He said turning heel and then walking into the nearest door.