[OPEN POST] vivaaaaa las vegas

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Characters: Julian Keller, you!
Setting: Your dorm room door.
Content: Look this is the start of an epic vacation. Get in line.
Status: Open and incomplete.
Thread-jacking: JACK AWAY.
NOTE: Those tagged are the doors he's knocking on. If your character is not tagged, you're free to throw them in the mix another way.


[Sometimes... Julian is impulsive, rash, and just plain extravagant for the sake of being extravagant. This doesn't necessarily explain why he's knocking on your door, but it's about to.]

Comments

Wooooah, sorry for the marathon tag! That'll teach me to tag past midnight...

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[Bobby shuts the door. As his eyes turn to the accounting books spread over his desk, he smiles: going to Vegas means finally getting away for a while. After their last mission, he'd been thrown back into the hassles of everyday life as a college student, tutor and junior X-Man, and he's definitely ready for a break now.

His gaze shifts to Laura and his smile wavers slightly. Her earlier revelation has shocked him into realising how little he knows about her life before Xavier's. How little he knows about what she did to survive.

There's some instinct in him that tells him not to press. From the few hints and clues she's dropped before, Bobby knows that her past is a painful subject, not just for her, but for him - he knows that there's some darkness there that he probably isn't ready to hear about. Some day, maybe. But not right now.

So he injects a little cheerfulness in his voice as he shoves his hands in his pockets.]

So, Vegas! This could be fun, huh?

shush, i love marathon tags :D

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I have been there on missions. [She volunteers this information in a clear voice, her eyes following the words on the opened page in her lap. But she's not really seeing them. She senses Bobby's curiosity, hears the falseness of his tone. She has nothing to be ashamed of - and yet she feels... a tenseness. An anger inside of her.] It is supposed to be fun.

Re: shush, i love marathon tags :D

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Oh. [Missions. Supposed to be fun. The strange tension in his chest is swept away by a sudden feeling of sadness, for all the things that were supposed to be fun that she never got to experience, or experienced in ways that should never have happened.

He sits down beside her and reaches out to brush his fingers over her wrist. Unfathomable green eyes travel from his hand to his own blue eyes, which are open and honest and kind.]

This time it will be.