More to Come later. Just wanted to post something.
Jubilee was escaping. She was running away. No, that wasn'tsomething that Jubilee would do, she wouldn't run away from anything. So whatwas she doing? Jubilee thought she was "taking an indeterminate quantity oftime off." That's more like it. At present, Jubilee was sitting on a bus, herlegs curled up to her chest and glancing out the window at the country goingby. She had "borrowed" about eight hundred dollars from Emma Frost, though sherecognized that wouldn't help her for very long. She needed to find a job whenshe got wherever she was headed.
The bus slowed down to a stop, letting various people off ina small town decorated with ribbons on the street lamps and a cheerfulattitude. It made Jubilee sick to even look at it, but the sky was slowly gettingdarker and she would need a place to stay for the night. She steadily got upand walked down the aisle, stepping carefully into the dusty street. Her nosewrinkled up at the dust that was tickling her lungs. Jubilee looked around andsaw a red and black sign that stated "Motel." She went in and tapped the belllightly that was situated on the front desk.
A man with thick-rimmed glasses came out. "Can I help you?"he asked her, looking directly into her eyes.
The way he stared at her, made Jubilee nervous. He seemed toknow she was a run-away, and she averted her eyes almost immediately.
Ignoring the strange man, Jubilee got a room and carried hersmall handbag of her clothes down the hall. The room was decorated in an uglypink color and smelled terrible. She didn't care though. She was away from itall. She would start her life anew and ignore all, including the outlandish manat the front desk, who gets in her way.
Jubilee had traveled, from bus to bus, finally arriving inLos Angeles. She at present stood on the corner of an old street, where the bushad stopped for her to get off. Now, for the first time, she wondered why shewas here. Yes, this was her home town and she longed to see it again, but nowshe did not now where she was to go, or how she was to get food. A flood ofanger assorted with desperation washed over her. What was she going to do? Thishas got to be the dumbest thing she'd ever done.
Cars, busses and strange people past by her. She needed tofind something or someone to help her. Panicking, she turned and ran straightinto a man.
"Woah there," his deep attractive voice rose above the citynoise. "Where ya heading?"
Jubilee glanced at this man and took in his features. Thoughhis voice was deep, his face looked young. Almost as young as her.
"I'm lost," Jubilee stated matter-of-factly.
He smiled, "Well, then, I guess I can help you out there."He motioned to something to his left and waved his hand. "Driver, please takethis young lady where ever she needs to go."
Jubilee looked once more at the friendly man's features anddiscerned a truth in his warm auburn eyes. Without another though she hopped inthe fancy-decorated car.
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(To Be Continued??)
Jubilee was escaping. She was running away. No, that wasn'tsomething that Jubilee would do, she wouldn't run away from anything. So whatwas she doing? Jubilee thought she was "taking an indeterminate quantity oftime off." That's more like it. At present, Jubilee was sitting on a bus, herlegs curled up to her chest and glancing out the window at the country goingby. She had "borrowed" about eight hundred dollars from Emma Frost, though sherecognized that wouldn't help her for very long. She needed to find a job whenshe got wherever she was headed.
The bus slowed down to a stop, letting various people off ina small town decorated with ribbons on the street lamps and a cheerfulattitude. It made Jubilee sick to even look at it, but the sky was slowly gettingdarker and she would need a place to stay for the night. She steadily got upand walked down the aisle, stepping carefully into the dusty street. Her nosewrinkled up at the dust that was tickling her lungs. Jubilee looked around andsaw a red and black sign that stated "Motel." She went in and tapped the belllightly that was situated on the front desk.
A man with thick-rimmed glasses came out. "Can I help you?"he asked her, looking directly into her eyes.
The way he stared at her, made Jubilee nervous. He seemed toknow she was a run-away, and she averted her eyes almost immediately.
Ignoring the strange man, Jubilee got a room and carried hersmall handbag of her clothes down the hall. The room was decorated in an uglypink color and smelled terrible. She didn't care though. She was away from itall. She would start her life anew and ignore all, including the outlandish manat the front desk, who gets in her way.
Jubilee had traveled, from bus to bus, finally arriving inLos Angeles. She at present stood on the corner of an old street, where the bushad stopped for her to get off. Now, for the first time, she wondered why shewas here. Yes, this was her home town and she longed to see it again, but nowshe did not now where she was to go, or how she was to get food. A flood ofanger assorted with desperation washed over her. What was she going to do? Thishas got to be the dumbest thing she'd ever done.
Cars, busses and strange people past by her. She needed tofind something or someone to help her. Panicking, she turned and ran straightinto a man.
"Woah there," his deep attractive voice rose above the citynoise. "Where ya heading?"
Jubilee glanced at this man and took in his features. Thoughhis voice was deep, his face looked young. Almost as young as her.
"I'm lost," Jubilee stated matter-of-factly.
He smiled, "Well, then, I guess I can help you out there."He motioned to something to his left and waved his hand. "Driver, please takethis young lady where ever she needs to go."
Jubilee looked once more at the friendly man's features anddiscerned a truth in his warm auburn eyes. Without another though she hopped inthe fancy-decorated car.
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(To Be Continued??)