9 Myrna woke the next morning with a small headache in the back of her head, but it could be worse. At least she was safe here....for the most part.
It was weird to know she was the only plain human in the place. Everyone else was a mutant and could do something--most likely cool things. And here she was. A boring old human. The only thing she could claim to fame was her ability with her sword, and even now she was being to doubt her skill. It didn't comfort her much to know that she had little defence against these people should they choose to decide that the others would be better off without her.
She was hungry, so she decided to try and find some breakfast. She'd just follow her nose. It couldn't be that hard, right?
It took exactly two minutes and twenty-six seconds for her to get hopelessly lost. And there was no one about to ask for directions.
Myrna looked around her and shook her head. It took a real lunkhead--such as herself--to not get lost while on the road ever, but leave her alone for five minutes in a building....she sighed. Maybe next time she should ask for directions before she got big ideas about finding her own way.
She turned another corner and stepped back quickly. "I'm sorry. Excuse me." She said to the boy she had nearly walked into.
He flashed her a quick grin. "No prob."
"Um...I was just wondering....Well...."
"You're lost, right? Where you trying to get to?"
"Breakfast."
"Hey, that's where I'm headed. Why don't I show you the way?"
"Thanks." She said gratefully.
"By the way," he said as he started down the hall. "My name is Scott. You're Miss Kuroi, am I right?"
"Yes."
"I'm really sorry about what Kitty did to you. She shouldn't have been just phasing around like that. She know better than that. How's your head, by the way?"
"It feels much better, thanks. I'm still a bit fuzzy around the edges, but its nothing that I can't live with." She paused a minute. "Who's Kitty?"
"Kitty? She's the one that phased into your room like that. Like I said, she knows better."
"Oh."
Scott was silent for a moment, then "I have to know. Did you really tape Mr Logan up like that?"
Myrna glanced at him. "Yeah."
"REALLY?!? That is so cool!!"
"Why?"
"The guy's practically unbeatable. And he's a bit of a hard task-master. It just kind of funny to think that some one got the better of him."
"....oh."
"Um...hey, we're going to go out for a movie and pizza tonight. Wanna join us?"
"Thanks, but...no thanks. I think I'm just going to hand around here." Myrna could feel the pressure begin to build up behind her eyes. "Umm...I'm not feeling to good...I think I'm going to skip breakfast...how can I get back to the room I was staying it?"
She barely remembered his directions. She just knew that light was starting to burn her eyes and her head was beginning to THROB. She finally crumpled against the wall, unable to go further, the pain was simply to much.
She didn't know how long she sat there, curled up, when a hand lightly touched her shoulder. "Ya 'kay ther'?"
She winched at the noise. She managed to force her head up and her eyes open.
Logan was kneeling next to her, watching her. "Is it yer head?"
"It's...not the...same." Myrna managed to gasp out. "I've...I've had these....since...I was...young." The effort to just speak brought tears to her eyes from the immense pain.
"Shhhhh....Let's get ya back ta yer room now, eh?"
The next thing Myrna knew, she was being carried gently. Then she was carefully set down on a bed. "D'ya want any meds or somethin'?"
"Don't....don't work." She gripped her forehead lightly. Oh gods, her head hurt so bad!!
A cold wet cloth was suddenly placed over her eyes. "Ther' anythin' I can do? Get Hank? Give ya a head massage? Get ya a coke or a banana?"
She looked at him. He shrugged. "Jeannie gets headache pretty regular from her powers." Myrna blinked. *Jeannie...?* "She one o'th'telepaths-telekensis here." He clarified for her sake.
"...oh."
"Chuck says it hasta do wit' her not usin' her powers so they get all backed up an' crap an' she gets a killer headache. Here." A cold fizzing cup was kindly shoved into her hands. "This th'stuff that we give Jeannie when she gets it bad. It might help ya."
It tasted horrible. But since it hurt to much to make a face, she simply fell back on to the bed and lay there, her head still throbbing.
"It that bad, huh?"
""Wha'?"
"Jeannie says it taste bad. Ya jus' chugged it down like it was a Bud or somethin'. Yer head really that bad?"
"I...guess." She shut her eyes against the little bit of light that was glaring in her eyes. Coherent thoughts were painful. Best to just stay with no thoughts at all.
She looked so small and fragile laying there, not at all like the fiery little bundle of spirit and spunk Logan knew she was. It just wasn't right, her being down like that.
"Wha'...?" Myrna murmured as she felt her shoulders being gently lifted up. Then there was set of fingers carefully rubbing her whole head, starting at her temple and stretching all the way to the base of her neck. At the same time it was painful, it felt good. One of those 'good' pain things.
"Does that help?" A voice asked very softly next to her ear.
Myrna let her eyes drop shut. "Better." She mumbled. His fingers were warm and tender despite the calloused skin that covered them. For the first time ever, she could feel the pain abating in her head. "What was that stuff?" She mumbled almost inarticulately.
"Dunno. Jus' somethin' that Hank mixed up one day. It workin'?"
"Mmhhmm."
"Ya might wanna take a nap now...I think th'girls have their head set on some shopping thin' 'fore th'movie tonight an' I think ya gonna get press-ganged inta goin'."
"Mm'kay."
She felt a quilt pulled over her gently. "Get some rest, 'kay? Ya gonna need it."
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10 "Oh my GOD!!! You guys like have to see this!!"
"E'ery uddah thin' we hafta see."
"Don't be a spoilsport. That is just darling!"
"Isn't it?!?"
"Don't you have one just like that back at the mansion?"
"No, this one is like, baby pink. That one is soft pink."
"There's a difference?"
"Ye mean ye canna tell th'difference? I though' it wos clear."
"Shut up."
"Okay girls, check THIS out!!"
"Where on god's green earth did you find that?!"
"That's my little secret!!"
"ACK!! I hate you too!!"
Myrna watched the whole high school teen shopping drama from the sidelines. She was so glad she was out of that stage. You couldn't pay her enough to go back there. The teen years just seemed to be made up of little things like this.
"Come on girls, let's hit the dressing room!!" The redhead Jean said. She annoyed Myrna. She had this sort of holier-than-thou-god's-gift-to-man attitude despite her attempted niceness. Myrna liked The skunk-striped girl was gruff, but Myrna liked her much better than the others. She was a bit into the goth and teen angst stuff, but she had a golden heart. Kitty was just ditzy and she really hadn't formed too much of an opinion on the others yet.
"Don't you have anything?" Kitty bounced next to her.
"No, not this time. They only have so much in this section that fits me before I have to start going to the children's department."
"Okay."
"Man, it really has got to suck bein' tha' small, don't it?" Rogue as Kitty boinged off.
"You have NO idea. I once was mistaken for a twelve-year-old when I was seventeen."
"Mah LAWRD!! REALLY?!?"
"I swear."
"Tha's terrible!!" Rogue snickered. "Waal, at least now yah look like yah're fourteen."
"Oh, now THAT did wonders for my self-esteem!!"
Rogue laughed some more. "Yahr welcome." She sniggered as she ducked into the dressing room.
"Yeah, go on and laugh." Myrna muttered darkly as she stepped off to the side, away from a shrill teeny-bopper that she'd like to strangle. She hated, hated, HATED teeny-boppers!!! All of them should be locked in their rooms until their horm--
Something slapped itself over her month and nose, something that made her sick with its sweet stench.
She brought her elbow back sharply as she tried to peel the cloth from her face while she stomped on one of the assailant's feet. She made contact both times, but nothing happened other then her slipping grip on reality. She brought her elbow back again, this time aiming lower--
It was weird to know she was the only plain human in the place. Everyone else was a mutant and could do something--most likely cool things. And here she was. A boring old human. The only thing she could claim to fame was her ability with her sword, and even now she was being to doubt her skill. It didn't comfort her much to know that she had little defence against these people should they choose to decide that the others would be better off without her.
She was hungry, so she decided to try and find some breakfast. She'd just follow her nose. It couldn't be that hard, right?
It took exactly two minutes and twenty-six seconds for her to get hopelessly lost. And there was no one about to ask for directions.
Myrna looked around her and shook her head. It took a real lunkhead--such as herself--to not get lost while on the road ever, but leave her alone for five minutes in a building....she sighed. Maybe next time she should ask for directions before she got big ideas about finding her own way.
She turned another corner and stepped back quickly. "I'm sorry. Excuse me." She said to the boy she had nearly walked into.
He flashed her a quick grin. "No prob."
"Um...I was just wondering....Well...."
"You're lost, right? Where you trying to get to?"
"Breakfast."
"Hey, that's where I'm headed. Why don't I show you the way?"
"Thanks." She said gratefully.
"By the way," he said as he started down the hall. "My name is Scott. You're Miss Kuroi, am I right?"
"Yes."
"I'm really sorry about what Kitty did to you. She shouldn't have been just phasing around like that. She know better than that. How's your head, by the way?"
"It feels much better, thanks. I'm still a bit fuzzy around the edges, but its nothing that I can't live with." She paused a minute. "Who's Kitty?"
"Kitty? She's the one that phased into your room like that. Like I said, she knows better."
"Oh."
Scott was silent for a moment, then "I have to know. Did you really tape Mr Logan up like that?"
Myrna glanced at him. "Yeah."
"REALLY?!? That is so cool!!"
"Why?"
"The guy's practically unbeatable. And he's a bit of a hard task-master. It just kind of funny to think that some one got the better of him."
"....oh."
"Um...hey, we're going to go out for a movie and pizza tonight. Wanna join us?"
"Thanks, but...no thanks. I think I'm just going to hand around here." Myrna could feel the pressure begin to build up behind her eyes. "Umm...I'm not feeling to good...I think I'm going to skip breakfast...how can I get back to the room I was staying it?"
She barely remembered his directions. She just knew that light was starting to burn her eyes and her head was beginning to THROB. She finally crumpled against the wall, unable to go further, the pain was simply to much.
She didn't know how long she sat there, curled up, when a hand lightly touched her shoulder. "Ya 'kay ther'?"
She winched at the noise. She managed to force her head up and her eyes open.
Logan was kneeling next to her, watching her. "Is it yer head?"
"It's...not the...same." Myrna managed to gasp out. "I've...I've had these....since...I was...young." The effort to just speak brought tears to her eyes from the immense pain.
"Shhhhh....Let's get ya back ta yer room now, eh?"
The next thing Myrna knew, she was being carried gently. Then she was carefully set down on a bed. "D'ya want any meds or somethin'?"
"Don't....don't work." She gripped her forehead lightly. Oh gods, her head hurt so bad!!
A cold wet cloth was suddenly placed over her eyes. "Ther' anythin' I can do? Get Hank? Give ya a head massage? Get ya a coke or a banana?"
She looked at him. He shrugged. "Jeannie gets headache pretty regular from her powers." Myrna blinked. *Jeannie...?* "She one o'th'telepaths-telekensis here." He clarified for her sake.
"...oh."
"Chuck says it hasta do wit' her not usin' her powers so they get all backed up an' crap an' she gets a killer headache. Here." A cold fizzing cup was kindly shoved into her hands. "This th'stuff that we give Jeannie when she gets it bad. It might help ya."
It tasted horrible. But since it hurt to much to make a face, she simply fell back on to the bed and lay there, her head still throbbing.
"It that bad, huh?"
""Wha'?"
"Jeannie says it taste bad. Ya jus' chugged it down like it was a Bud or somethin'. Yer head really that bad?"
"I...guess." She shut her eyes against the little bit of light that was glaring in her eyes. Coherent thoughts were painful. Best to just stay with no thoughts at all.
She looked so small and fragile laying there, not at all like the fiery little bundle of spirit and spunk Logan knew she was. It just wasn't right, her being down like that.
"Wha'...?" Myrna murmured as she felt her shoulders being gently lifted up. Then there was set of fingers carefully rubbing her whole head, starting at her temple and stretching all the way to the base of her neck. At the same time it was painful, it felt good. One of those 'good' pain things.
"Does that help?" A voice asked very softly next to her ear.
Myrna let her eyes drop shut. "Better." She mumbled. His fingers were warm and tender despite the calloused skin that covered them. For the first time ever, she could feel the pain abating in her head. "What was that stuff?" She mumbled almost inarticulately.
"Dunno. Jus' somethin' that Hank mixed up one day. It workin'?"
"Mmhhmm."
"Ya might wanna take a nap now...I think th'girls have their head set on some shopping thin' 'fore th'movie tonight an' I think ya gonna get press-ganged inta goin'."
"Mm'kay."
She felt a quilt pulled over her gently. "Get some rest, 'kay? Ya gonna need it."
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10 "Oh my GOD!!! You guys like have to see this!!"
"E'ery uddah thin' we hafta see."
"Don't be a spoilsport. That is just darling!"
"Isn't it?!?"
"Don't you have one just like that back at the mansion?"
"No, this one is like, baby pink. That one is soft pink."
"There's a difference?"
"Ye mean ye canna tell th'difference? I though' it wos clear."
"Shut up."
"Okay girls, check THIS out!!"
"Where on god's green earth did you find that?!"
"That's my little secret!!"
"ACK!! I hate you too!!"
Myrna watched the whole high school teen shopping drama from the sidelines. She was so glad she was out of that stage. You couldn't pay her enough to go back there. The teen years just seemed to be made up of little things like this.
"Come on girls, let's hit the dressing room!!" The redhead Jean said. She annoyed Myrna. She had this sort of holier-than-thou-god's-gift-to-man attitude despite her attempted niceness. Myrna liked The skunk-striped girl was gruff, but Myrna liked her much better than the others. She was a bit into the goth and teen angst stuff, but she had a golden heart. Kitty was just ditzy and she really hadn't formed too much of an opinion on the others yet.
"Don't you have anything?" Kitty bounced next to her.
"No, not this time. They only have so much in this section that fits me before I have to start going to the children's department."
"Okay."
"Man, it really has got to suck bein' tha' small, don't it?" Rogue as Kitty boinged off.
"You have NO idea. I once was mistaken for a twelve-year-old when I was seventeen."
"Mah LAWRD!! REALLY?!?"
"I swear."
"Tha's terrible!!" Rogue snickered. "Waal, at least now yah look like yah're fourteen."
"Oh, now THAT did wonders for my self-esteem!!"
Rogue laughed some more. "Yahr welcome." She sniggered as she ducked into the dressing room.
"Yeah, go on and laugh." Myrna muttered darkly as she stepped off to the side, away from a shrill teeny-bopper that she'd like to strangle. She hated, hated, HATED teeny-boppers!!! All of them should be locked in their rooms until their horm--
Something slapped itself over her month and nose, something that made her sick with its sweet stench.
She brought her elbow back sharply as she tried to peel the cloth from her face while she stomped on one of the assailant's feet. She made contact both times, but nothing happened other then her slipping grip on reality. She brought her elbow back again, this time aiming lower--