Marvel: Art of War

Who: Haylie Collins
What: HoW Phase 2; Haylie has become the monster she fears is buried under all of her anger.
When: November 13th, 1963
Where: Genosha; Brotherhood HQ
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; Violence
Status: OPEN; In progress

( Try it, you'll like it, don't hide it, don't fight it, just let it out. Steal it and shoot it and kill it or take another route. Take it and take it and take it, you know they're only toys... )

Who: Haylie Collins, Wade Wilson
What: In which Haylie and Wade get their heart's desires and everything is beautiful.
When: November 9th, 1963
Where: Xavier Institute
Rating/Warnings: FLUFF. LOTS OF ADORABLE FLUFF.
Status: Closed; In Progress

( I'll be true, I'll be useful. I'll be cavalier, I'll be yours my dear. And I'll belong to you, if you'll just let me through. This is easy as lovers go, so don't complicate it by hesitating. And this is wonderful as loving goes, this is tailor-made, what's the sense in waiting? )

Who: Haylie Collins, any other poor unfortunate soul that stumbles upon her
What: Someone may have accidentally consumed one or two of Alison's brownies.
When: October 5th, 1963
Where: Xavier Institute; Front lawn
Rating/Warnings: Swearing and craziness?
Status: Open; In Progress

( Because I got high, because I got high, because I got high~ la dee da da da da~ )

Who: Wade and Warren
What: good natured (mostly) fighting
When: before Warren's manicure around 1pm, Weds. afternoon
Where: Outside the School, past the hedge maze
Rating/Warnings: Swearing, maybe blood, testosterone ;)
Status: Open | Complete

Jeans, bare feet, shirtless torso, white wings flapping, Warren hovered in the air, looking for the little bastard with the mouth. He wanted to pound him into the ground a few times before his appointment. It wasn't for a pedicure OR a manicure, he was meeting with an old friend to help groom his wings. They took a lot of work to maintain, dammit. It wasn't just a rinse and let dry. He had to pull pin feathers, keep flight feathers in good condition, clean the skin that covered his wing bones under the soft aerial fluff. And it was much easier to do this with someone else.

He turned slowly, surveying the ground, keen senses on the lookout for the blademaster.

Who: Scott and Haylie
What: Once home, Scott seeks out Haylie.
When: Immediately After Dad...Dad...I'm coming home.
Where: Haylie's Room.
Rating/Warnings: Really don't see anything bad going on here.
Status: Closed [Complete]

( Homecoming Part 1. )

Who: Haylie Collins, Wade Wilson
What: JAILBREAK. Haylie's finally allowed to leave the Med Bay.
When: September 6th, 1963
Where: Xavier Institute; Haylie and Wade's room
Rating/Warnings: Swearing, other NSFW content.
Status: Closed; Complete

( On the ground I lay motionless in pain, I can see my life flashing before my eyes. Dead I fall asleep, is this all a dream? Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare. )

Who: Haylie Collins, Steve Rogers
What: OMFG IT'S CAPTAIN AMERICA. Haylie meets her childhood hero.
When: The night before Washington.
Where: Xavier Institute; Hallway
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; Probably a curse word or two.
Status: Closed; Complete

( There goes my hero, watch him as he goes. There goes my hero, he's ordinary... )

Who: Angel
What: Starting with a bang
When: Early August; Just after dark
Where: Valhalla, New York; Kensico Dam Plaza County Park
Warnings: Violence and Clutsiness
Status: OPEN; in progress.

Who: Haylie and Wade
What: Wade trying to hone in on his humanity, be sweet, and make up with Haylie.
When: July 3, 1963
Where: Danger room; Off Campus date field trip
Rating/Warnings: PG13
Status: Closed || Ongoing

( Gonna drink my tears and cry. Cause I know you love me, baby-- )

Who: Haylie Collins
What: The result of Haylie trying to compartmentalize her overflow of emotions following the aftermath of the attack on Manhattan.
When: 30 June, 2011
Where: Xavier Institute; Danger Room and School Grounds
Rating/Warnings: PG; Violent explosions and general angst, anyone?
Status: Closed; Complete

Whenever someone asked, she blamed it on Scott. Because had he not abandoned the team right before the disastrous showdown with the Brotherhood in Manhattan, she wouldn't be the stressed out mess that she was right now. While the departure of her friend, her rock, the man who was like the older brother she never had, was partly responsible for her current state? It was hardly the main reason behind it. But for appearance's sake, that was all it was. But after snapping at Alison and fighting with Wade, she knew that she couldn't keep up appearances much longer.

( DANGER ROOM CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE )

Tonight, she'd sleep under the stars.

Who: Anyone who enjoys a night on the town
What: Getting drinks and having a good time
When: Before things go south
Where: Manhattan
Ratings: pg-13 or + for possible language and alcohol consumption
Status: Open, on going.


It was obvious the institute was becoming home, but Lee still needed time away. Staying home was great and all, but sometimes a good drink or ten was needed to keep her sane. Sure getting drunk wasn't the best way to forget her life before Charles and the team found her, but it beat sitting there and thinking about alone. It was Saturday and she would be damned if she would be stuck in the mansion watching I Love Lucy all night. So she set out looking for a good drinking buddy to get stupid with and have a good night.

Who: Haylie Collins, Wade Wilson,
What: Haylie and Wade try to pretend that nothing happened and it backfires. Horribly.
When: June 15th, 1963
Where: Xavier Institute; Poolside
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; Do we really need to remind you that Haylie's Wade's a potty mouth?
Status: Closed; Complete

If there happened to be anything other than medicine, gymnastics, and blowing things up that Haylie had a natural gift for, it would be compartmentalizing. Putting things aside to be dealt with later at a more convenient time. Lately, it had become a struggle; mainly because she had to see the source of her confusion on a daily basis. Which of course made training more difficult and meant she got her ass kicked more.

Haylie'd just finished a discharge session in the Danger Room when she decided to go for a walk. But given how nice the weather was, she decided last-minute to stop by the pool and just get her feet wet.

However, she didn't realize that Wade was there. This would prove to be interesting.

Who: Haylie Collins and Wade Wilson
What: The injured pair finally make it home from the party, a little worse for the wear.
When: June 8th, 1963; 2 AM
Where: The Xavier Institute; Haylie's room
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; because Wade has a potty mouth.
Status: Closed; Complete

Well, that was a productive night. Because going to charity events, blowing holes in the place, getting pistol-whipped with a shotgun, and collecting shrapnel in her side was her idea of a good time. And to top it all off, they got involved and risked outing themselves and the school over some arrogant psychic with a God complex who thought it important to threaten them instead of thanking them for saving his ass from the men trying to kill him.

Luckily for Wade and Haylie, the incident happened in Manhattan, where her family lived and where she still had a few connections left in spite of being a mutant freak. And for the first time in her life, she was actually happy to come from money, so her father wasn't too worried about them getting blood all over the front seats of his car on the drive back to the school. Hell, he even let Haylie keep the '63 Impala; just in case she got herself into another jam. And he'd even been surprisingly calm about Wade and what they'd done at the Met; only renewing her belief that humanity wasn't all bad and that maybe Xavier's dream wasn't completely out of reach.

The thoughts were pushed from her mind, however, when they finally made it to Haylie's room and she fished out her Med Bag with a yawn. She'd napped while Wade drove them back, but it was sporadic - five minutes here and there, mostly because everytime they hit a bump it jarred the glass in her side and she groaned at the pain.

Haylie struggled with getting a few supplies out from her bag with increasingly shaky hands, but she remained stubborn to get things organized and get Wade looked at.

Who: Haylie Collins and Professor Xavier
What: Something's wrong and Spitfire needs answers. Unfortunately, the answer is not the one she'd been hoping for.
When: May 31, 1963; after Mesmero and Xavier's chat
Where: Xavier's Office
Rating/Warnings: PG
Status: Closed; Complete

Vincent left Charles at the door to his office and headed off to find Lorna (apparently not difficult for him to do, as he was a bit tuned in to her through the bit of copper-based physiology).

It had been an interesting little chat, and Vincent had revealed a lot to him. He wondered how long Vincent would be able to stand in the middle before somebody DID kill him... or he decided to stand with Charles himself. It would please him to have Vincent with him, as opposed to standing between him and Erik. One day, Vincent would understand the protective impulse that made him take such difficult stances. Not today, of course. But when he did... he would truly be a force to be reckoned with.

---

"Hello, Haylie. I've been expecting you. Can you take this tray back to the kitchen, and then join me in my office?"

( Of course, Professor. I'll be right back. )

Who: Wade and YOU (that's right slackers! get your butt into this class, or suffer the consequences)
What: Self Defense / Kickin Ass / How to be a BAMF -- Class
When: Before the ball.
Where: Large classroom at the Institute
Rating/Warnings: Possible language, obvious physical fighting, ridiculousness~
Status: Open! Come and get acquainted, get your butt kicked, get into shape.

( It's not working until it hurts-- )

Who: Scott, Cecilia, Alison, Haylie, Wade, Bobby
What: It’s time to announce the group’s next mission.
When: Sunday, May 1
Where: The Danger Room
Rating/Warnings: presumably, there will be danger.
Status: Complete

“Okay then, Jean. You get there when you can. I’m,” and he actually gulped, nervous for the first time since he had gotten his red glasses, “going in. Wish me luck.”

She squeezed his hand, and he opened the door to the Danger Room, where he had asked everybody to assemble. Earlier, he had set up folding chairs in a circle, each with a notepad and pens, in case anybody wanted to take notes.

Some of them were there, already. Scott saw them all looking at him, curious. He was not in civvies, not anymore. He was in the first ‘suit’ he had contracted for, from friends of mutants at Van Dyne Enterprises, out of Poughkeepsie, New York. Deep blue, form fitting, specially jointed, that new cloth that was too expensive to want to talk about, a product of the first manufacturing line from the micromachines of the famed scientist Henry Pym.

( Welcome to the first meeting in whole of the X-Men )

Who: Scott Summers and Haylie Collins
What: Scott hears the snow is all gone, and wants to walk a dangerous route, asks Haylie to help guide him, and set some ropes at the bad spots trail side by the cliff side and other 'dangerous' places on the runnable paths. They talk at length for the first time.
When: March 20, 1962 - 7 months after Scott was rescued in Louisiana
Where: Xavier Institute, Main Floor Hall and Grounds
Rating/Warnings: PG
Status: Closed; Complete

Scott was on the stairs, when he heard Haylie. Nearly zero squeak from her sneakers, that light but firm step, that had told him she was as dancer or a gymnast. It turned out she was a gymnast, according to Hank. And Scott had been up, unable to sleep, enough times, that he knew she was up a lot, too. Private person. If she had trouble sleeping, she would go out for a dawn run, when there was no snow or ice on the ground. Which was what made him call out to her.

( Are you going running? )

Who: Scott Summers and Professor X's Rescue Team--Jean Grey, Haylie Collins, Hank McCoy, and Logan. [NPC cameo by Professor Xavier]
What: Scott destroys his bomber and crew, and tries to survive the crash, badly injured and with eyes shut.
When: August 23, 1961, Starts at 8:44am to 11:30am CST - continues from that time
Where: 120 miles east bearing slightly north of Galveston, TX and north to shore to swamps south of Deep Lake in Rockefeller State Wildlife Refuge and Game Preserve near coast of Louisiana
Rating/Warnings: R. Will note violence and death and deep emotional stresses of an highly injured man.
Status: Closed; Complete. Part 2 of 2

Eight hours.

It had taken them eight hours just to get close enough to the crash to find the area crawling with Air Force and Army personnel. And of course, Haylie’d spent the entire flight fidgeting with her gloved hands and tapping her feet impatiently - silently wishing they had their own plane so they could avoid the extra hassle of procuring plane tickets, rental cars, and going through check-ins. She had her pilot’s license... sort of. Once they’d arrived near the search and rescue set up, Haylie shifted on her feet anxiously and stayed behind Hank and the Professor. She hated the military - they made her nervous and if they knew what she could do? They’d turn her into some kind of weapon. And Haylie was no one’s weapon.

( We’re a... different kind of search team, Scott. )

Who: Haylie Collins & Wade Wilson
What: First meeting
When: October 14th, 1962
Where: Front lawn of the Xavier Institute, dawn
Rating/Warnings: TBD; Will likely have some language.
Status: Closed; In progress

While it wasn't common for anyone to be awake at this hour - much less outside - it wasn't uncommon for the young Haylie Collins to be found roaming around the mansion at the crack of dawn. Outside, in particular. The morning frost was still fresh on the ground and the fallen leaves crunched underneath her bare feet as she padded out towards the main gate. It was freezing outside, and the brunette was dressed in trousers and a casual t-shirt. Her long brown hair was pulled up into a high ponytail and she took a moment to stretch before shifting her stance and launching herself into a series of cartwheels, backflips, and round-offs around the yard.

After several minutes of different gymnastic manuevers, she stopped and took a second to shake it out, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. Haylie was fairly certain that the Professor wouldn't approve of her wandering around outside like this, but it was like she had told him several times: she was a walking furnace. And bomb. But she preferred the furnace part of it. Fall and winter were a cake walk when one's natural body temperature rested at an impressive 104.2 degrees Fahrenheit.

Watching her breath fog in front of her, she started to just relax and take in the scenery until she heard the gates creaking.

Who: Scott Summers and Professor X's Rescue Team--Jean Grey, Haylie Collins, Hank McCoy, and Logan. [NPC cameo by Professor Xavier]
What: Scott destroys his bomber and crew, and tries to survive the crash, badly injured and with eyes shut.
When: August 23, 1961, Starts at 8:44am to 11:30am CST - continues from that time
Where: 120 miles east bearing slightly north of Galveston, TX and north to shore to swamps south of Deep Lake in Rockefeller State Wildlife Refuge and Game Preserve near coast of Louisiana
Rating/Warnings: R. Will note violence and death and deep emotional stresses of an highly injured man.
Status: Closed; Complete. Part 1 of 2

( There's been a distress call. )