Phoenix Characters: Jean Grey/Phoenix; OPEN to others. Location: The X-Mansion: The Danger Room and then the Locker Room Timeline: Fairly Present; After the Genosha ordeal Description Phoenix is blowing things up and then looking to take a shower.
Hmm. It was an interesting feeling to destroy something and then watch it pull itself back together as if she'd hit the rewind button. Phoenix would destroy crates and barrels over and over just to watch this magnificent room pull them back together again. It amused her to no ends and she was ready to try it on people next. Could this interesting little toy pull people back together as it did the crates? Could it rewind the charring of their flesh and the way their guts spilled out onto the pavement as she sliced them open with a jagged piece of metal or a broken bottle from the scenery? That was an interesting question she hoped to address once she'd finished blowing up crates and barrels. Would it satisfy her curiosity for such things? Probably not. She'd still want to do it to real people and not fake ones. She'd still want to see what real barrels did when they exploded and what real blood looked like on the pavement, not a digital representation - no matter how real it was.
Eventually, she tired of all these things and turned away. The program was stopped and the doors to the Danger Room opened for her so she could step outside. She took a deep breath of the air in the basement and tried to see if she could taste who might have been coming through here before. She coudln't. Pity. It would've been nice to have the power to detect others through just their scent. Oh, she could use their mental signature to figure out who all these people were if she could understand Jean's powers better. For the most part, she was unskilled with such things. She had yet to tap into Jean's general knowledge of her powers, mostly because she didn't care to do so. It was boring to tap into Jean's half of the brain. Too quiet. Too full of useless facts. Too bleh.
The red-head pulled a gym bag from the floor beside the door and turned toward the locker rooms that were downstairs. She slid through one of the doors quietly and padded slowly toward the back where the showers usually were. She didn't really care which locker room she'd chosen. It could've been the men's, it could've been the women's. Didn't matter. She just wanted to shower off and change into something that wasn't covered in sweat. Something less dirty. Even a supremely powerful being could dislike dirt and sweat. It wasn't as if she had to be a pig while she was taking care of this little body. Eventually, she'd have to turn it back over (just like before) so it was better to let her have it back in one piece and somewhat cleaner than she got it in. Maybe then she could convince the other half to let her out more often? "Stupid Jean," she mumbled to herself as she pulled her t-shirt over her head. "I do all these nice things for you and you never let me out to play." Phoenix could've smeared the girl's good name, but she didn't. She wanted to wait and see if she could figure out a way to stay out and play longer first.