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xmutanthigh2007-06-11 03:06 pm
petitebelette.livejournal.com) wrote in xmutanthigh2007-06-11 03:06 pm
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[SCENE] Everyone should read!!
“Oh my god!” Someone was screaming from the den, voice high and resonating.
Bobby Drake stopped in the doorway in confusion, licking at a spoonful of vanilla ice cream, his bowl forgotten on the kitchen island.
“OHMIGOD!” Jubes had jumped up on the couch, frantically pointing at the television screen. Her feet were wrapped in expensive sandals with colorful flowers that gripped the edge of the couch for dear life. She bounced up and down, mostly incoherent. “OHMIGOD! OHMIGOD! WHAT IN THE-”
“What’s going on?” Bobby asked, strolling in. He noticed even Jones looked shocked, his wide eyes not blinking, mouth open and slack. When he glanced at the television, he realized why.
His spoon fell to the ground in a clatter.
“OH. My. GOD, Bobby!” Jubilee was still yelling, now reaching to hold his shoulders. She teetered from her standing position, sandals slipping. “WHAT IS THIS?”
Without thinking, he caught her, helping her down to the hard ground, eyes still glued to the screen.
If Bobby were one to curse, he’d be screaming every single one in the book right now.
An old smiling face was plastered on the evening news, greying hair and wrinkles, and those cold blue eyes stared right back into his. “No way,” he shook his head.
“...pardoned by the United Nations. As a former terrorist, he went by the alias of Magneto and has been associated with many attempts...”
“They can’t do this!” Jubes shouted, eyes burning with tears of frustration.
“...including last year’s siege on Alcatraz and the attack on the president and fellow electives from allied...”
“Who are they and what are they doin’?” Rogue asked nonchalantly, coming in from the kitchen, eyes on the ground. “Bobby, you left your ice cream melting, sugah-” She stopped, emerald eyes flicking upwards, cheeks going pale.
“...the American public has been protesting since the announcement this late afternoon. Now-President Erik Lehnscherr had only this to say at the press conference...”
A clip filled the screen, Magneto standing regally amidst flashing cameras and microphones, wrapped in a smooth and tailored suit. Beside him in the shadows was another man, head bald and eyes moving across the crowd, a figure whose silence seemed to render him invisible or unnoticeable.
“...‘My fellow mutants... my fellow humans... I understand the world’s hesitation, its fear of this decision. There comes a time where radical change is necessary, where action must be taken, and I know firsthand of the terror-inducing actions that only tear the delicate strands of human compassion and unity. I have undergone my own necessary radical change... I have seen the error in my actions. There is change that is good and there is action that is likewise, and for too long I had not seen this path. Genosha is a ransacked and decimated country, leeched of its people and resources and I intend to use the power and forgiveness the world is offering me and give back the only way I see fit: I will rebuild Genosha, from its very foundations. I will rebuild a country and the bonds between mutants and non-mutants with this faith and generosity. I can only hope this faith is one we can all share.’...”
“This ain’t happenin’,” Rogue whispered, shaking her head and moving back with every word, watching as Magneto was ushered off away from the podium. “This ain’t... How is this happening?”
Bobby came towards her a step with gentle eyes of understanding, but she’d bumped into the hovering person behind her. Startled, she twisted around and flew back with a slight gasp.
She locked eyes with Julian for a split second, and she saw nothing but a flash of painfully potent guilt and terror, but it was gone in a short blink. After a moment she looked back to the television, breath still stopped.
“Rogue, are you okay?” Bobby asked, reaching for her elbow.
“I’m fine,” she answered, voice a little strangled. The hand on her arm felt heavy and unwelcome, but she didn’t want to forsake a friend’s kindness and tug away. She felt Julian shift behind her before he made a beeline for the TV, kneeling before it, hand clutching the side.
“...the President. The White House issued...” The TV announcer was speaking above the scrawling letters of Pardoned mutant terrorist a new world leader?, the second half of the screen replaying the footage of Magneto’s speech.
His cyan eyes were on that invisible man in the background; up close everything was all pixels, but there was no mistaking who it was, at least to Julian.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” Jubes said, falling in a heap to the cushions.
“This isn’t right,” Bobby said. “Do you think the teachers know about this yet?”
Rogue took the opportunity to walk away from Bobby, wrapping her arms around herself and encircling the couch to stand behind Julian with wide eyes.
“Everyone knows by now,” Julian answered, standing, his voice scarily calm and monotone. He turned, gaze finding Rogue’s before it jumped away fast. She furrowed her brows and stared at him intently, trying to catch his eyes again and failing.
“I’m going to Mr. Summers,” Bobby said, already halfway to the door. “Maybe he knows what’s going on...”
“I’m coming too!” Jubes called, hurrying after him with the flip flop of her shoes.
The TV fizzled out, static lining the screen as Julian shut it off. Jones blinked and color filled the screen once again. “I was watching that,” he said cheekily, adjusting his glasses.
The telekinetic rolled his eyes, letting them land on Rogue. “You okay?” He asked tenderly, digits nearly brushing one of her folded forearms.
She took a step back and his hand lingered in the air before dropping. “I’m fine,” she said again, watching the film behind him once more, listening to the low timber of Magneto’s familiar voice. It was enough to send an unbidden chill down her spine.
“You guys are in my way,” Jones commented, and Julian shot him a stifling glare.
He started to walk out, hesitating when Rogue stood still, teeth chewing furiously at her bottom lip. “Beautiful?” He asked, hovering his palm over her elbow.
She jerked her neck, taking another step back, tearing away from the screen. “Go. You don’t need my permission,” she snapped, leaving instead. Fists balled, she stalked out of the room, trying to control her breathing.
“You’re still in my way,” Jones was saying in the den.
Julian sneered at him and left.
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Yeah. I don't really have anything else to add to that.
I AM SPEEEEHLESSSS!!!!
Warren's reaction:
"No," he whispered, his head shaking. "No..."
His eyes were wide, his breathing suddenly irregular; his hands balled into fists and then angrily curled into his hair.
I have seen the error in my actions.
'Bullshit,' Warren thought. He was going to get revenge.
He was going to get revenge on his father for creating the cure. He just knew it.
Warren laid down onto his bed, and he closed his eyes, and tried to calm down. It wasn't working.
"FUCK!"
~~~
=) haha. Sorry, I had to!
Re: Warren's reaction:
Julian's probably going to write an entry about this. Haha I don't see how anyone COULD ignore THIS. :P
Re: Warren's reaction:
OOoooh. Julian's gonna go off his nut! XD!
Re: Warren's reaction:
Hahah oh. Oh, you know it. :P
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Julian and Rogueee! *cries* Hahah awww Jonesss! Haha "You're still in my way"
This scene= beyong that word. :D
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:DD Thaaankss!
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I'm so off to post about this. As Bobby, of course.
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OOC