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A bit sullen and sedated upon her return, she walks through the mansion, on her way to elevator the dorm rooms observing minor things around her. Door knobs, candle sticks, metal trims along mirrors and frames. As she walks with a heaviness to her feet, her mind numb from all the thoughts and uncertainty, nearly slipping out of consciousness and a mirror behind her fell with more force than it could of done by itself, thus shattering in more pieces than it would. Startled, she jumps, and turns with the slightest brush of her feet to the crackle of crushing shards of mirror. Her mouth hung open, then she bit her lip in distress. 'To flee or not flee, to flee or not flee?' raced through her head and the rapid pulse of her heartbeat. Torn between the minimal time it would take for someone to arrive and see what she'd done. But it wasn't really her. It was, her sub- conscious.
Without further thought, Lorna took off down the hall, turning at the nearest corridor she could find, and to her luck it was desolate. The path to the pool and the courtyard/garden areas, was mainly uninhabited on a Sunday night, usually people were in the library finishing homework put off until now.
Footsteps, she heard. And darted her head around. And gave the person a 'what are you doing here?' look.
"What's got you so wound up" this girl strolled on, unaffected by the narrowed eyes of Lorna. A pyro kinetic ball grew in her hands. And that would be Tabs, and those were her mini-bombs she was famous for tossing around like pennies to wishing well, earning her the nickname 'Boom-Boom'. Didn't want to let herself make the first offensive move. She wanted to avoid any kind of warfare with Tabs who held no restraint, consideration, and basically Lorna saw her with her head stuck up her ass.
"What's it to you? Like you or everyone else gives a damn!" Lorna spat words at Tabs, who was a bit taken back, expecting more of a personal insult she had grown fond of fueling herself with. Lorna would at times release her anger through her powers. A doorknob flew right out of its socket speeding at Tabs' hand that held her mini-bomb, hitting it so fast the bomb dropped and minorly exploded and Tabs' right hand was sore and bruised.
"Some one ought to have heard that." Lorna looked off into the direction of the garden she sought to go. "Not sticking around for another round of punishment due to the likes of you, AGAIN" She made off to the garden, and took a seat in a secluded area of shrubbery, hoping not to be seen by any passer bys, and not that anyone would be around. The darkness of night gave her extra cover. She heard walking and rustling in the way she had just came.
"Hey don't run so fast." Tabs complained.
"Get the hell away from me!" Lorna exclaimed in a strained whisper.
"Shut Up!" Tabs returned the same strained whisper.
"No! You shut the fuck up!" Lorna was getting beyond pissed.
"I said it first!" Tabs twirled her wrist around; a pyro kinectic ball grew from her palm to the tip of her pointer finger, pointing at Lorna's throat. With that direct threat Tabs expression grew smug, feeling she had an advantage. That didn't settle well with Lorna.
So there they were. Hiding behind a few bushes in a dark garden (technically and out door walkway).
"Put that away, it's bright." Lorna feeling exhausted with frustration. She pushed Tabs' threatening arm that held a mini-bomb, away from her own direction.
Lorna was going to try a new tactic, a non-defensive psychological state of mind she play out. She knew Tabs thrived on being provoked, and if Lorna didn't give her anything to work with, Tabs' act would fall flat, possibly be bored and go away.
Silence was present while Tabs got comfortable and Lorna tried to ignore her but staring off acting like her mind was preoccupied with something else when really it was about making Tabs get lost. Tabs held her right hand, the hand Lorna badgered with a doorknob.
"Ah Fuck." Tabs said in a whisper, inhaling slickly to signify pain.
No response from Lorna, no look over, nothing. Juts her eyes fixated on that nothing. She was waiting for the coast to be clear, that light in Cyclops room to go out. He was quite a stickler to the rules, and Lorna preferred not to run into him. Curled up, she rested her head on her knees, and a hollow feeling swarmed over her, the purest form of untainted sadness.
A bit sullen and sedated upon her return, she walks through the mansion, on her way to elevator the dorm rooms observing minor things around her. Door knobs, candle sticks, metal trims along mirrors and frames. As she walks with a heaviness to her feet, her mind numb from all the thoughts and uncertainty, nearly slipping out of consciousness and a mirror behind her fell with more force than it could of done by itself, thus shattering in more pieces than it would. Startled, she jumps, and turns with the slightest brush of her feet to the crackle of crushing shards of mirror. Her mouth hung open, then she bit her lip in distress. 'To flee or not flee, to flee or not flee?' raced through her head and the rapid pulse of her heartbeat. Torn between the minimal time it would take for someone to arrive and see what she'd done. But it wasn't really her. It was, her sub- conscious.
Without further thought, Lorna took off down the hall, turning at the nearest corridor she could find, and to her luck it was desolate. The path to the pool and the courtyard/garden areas, was mainly uninhabited on a Sunday night, usually people were in the library finishing homework put off until now.
Footsteps, she heard. And darted her head around. And gave the person a 'what are you doing here?' look.
"What's got you so wound up" this girl strolled on, unaffected by the narrowed eyes of Lorna. A pyro kinetic ball grew in her hands. And that would be Tabs, and those were her mini-bombs she was famous for tossing around like pennies to wishing well, earning her the nickname 'Boom-Boom'. Didn't want to let herself make the first offensive move. She wanted to avoid any kind of warfare with Tabs who held no restraint, consideration, and basically Lorna saw her with her head stuck up her ass.
"What's it to you? Like you or everyone else gives a damn!" Lorna spat words at Tabs, who was a bit taken back, expecting more of a personal insult she had grown fond of fueling herself with. Lorna would at times release her anger through her powers. A doorknob flew right out of its socket speeding at Tabs' hand that held her mini-bomb, hitting it so fast the bomb dropped and minorly exploded and Tabs' right hand was sore and bruised.
"Some one ought to have heard that." Lorna looked off into the direction of the garden she sought to go. "Not sticking around for another round of punishment due to the likes of you, AGAIN" She made off to the garden, and took a seat in a secluded area of shrubbery, hoping not to be seen by any passer bys, and not that anyone would be around. The darkness of night gave her extra cover. She heard walking and rustling in the way she had just came.
"Hey don't run so fast." Tabs complained.
"Get the hell away from me!" Lorna exclaimed in a strained whisper.
"Shut Up!" Tabs returned the same strained whisper.
"No! You shut the fuck up!" Lorna was getting beyond pissed.
"I said it first!" Tabs twirled her wrist around; a pyro kinectic ball grew from her palm to the tip of her pointer finger, pointing at Lorna's throat. With that direct threat Tabs expression grew smug, feeling she had an advantage. That didn't settle well with Lorna.
So there they were. Hiding behind a few bushes in a dark garden (technically and out door walkway).
"Put that away, it's bright." Lorna feeling exhausted with frustration. She pushed Tabs' threatening arm that held a mini-bomb, away from her own direction.
Lorna was going to try a new tactic, a non-defensive psychological state of mind she play out. She knew Tabs thrived on being provoked, and if Lorna didn't give her anything to work with, Tabs' act would fall flat, possibly be bored and go away.
Silence was present while Tabs got comfortable and Lorna tried to ignore her but staring off acting like her mind was preoccupied with something else when really it was about making Tabs get lost. Tabs held her right hand, the hand Lorna badgered with a doorknob.
"Ah Fuck." Tabs said in a whisper, inhaling slickly to signify pain.
No response from Lorna, no look over, nothing. Juts her eyes fixated on that nothing. She was waiting for the coast to be clear, that light in Cyclops room to go out. He was quite a stickler to the rules, and Lorna preferred not to run into him. Curled up, she rested her head on her knees, and a hollow feeling swarmed over her, the purest form of untainted sadness.