. our hair is perfect while we're all getting shit wrecked . [ au & rw ]
The glamor which had once burned brightly within the life of the New York native Eudora Aren-Catherine had now started to fade. She had lived fabulously. She was wealthy, healthy, beautiful, and powerful. With less than a blink of the eye she could have nearly anything delivered to her at her beckon call. Few dared to challenge her, and those who did found themselves rightfully thrown back into their place. In her own suite at Xavier's, she slept in silk, bathed in wine, and would partake in only the best fineries that the high life could offer her while being housed at 1407 Greymalkin Lane. She always looked as if she had just exited the powder room, and there was never a time that the glorious heiress was not prepared to be photographed. She was a woman who potentially had everything that the feminine heart could desire. She had an extremely slender, modelesque body that one could only imagine how amazing her angles would be during love-making. She was part of the world's most prestigious mutant organizations--well, at least, one of them--and now, it seemed nothing could be better. Of course, when things held the wondrous appearance of being divinely perfect, flaws usually held themselves comfortably beneath the warm sheets of comfort which life tended to wrap the human mind with. Everything would seem great at one moment, but when one was pulled from their box of comfort yet again, they would soon find themselves unsettled. Lost within their own skin. In short, frightened. At least, such was the case for this beautiful young mind witch. She was scared--very scared--and she had no clue why. Visions plagued her dreams constantly, and she could never shake the feeling that something awful was just around the corner. Her consultations with her more blissfully simplistic mind offered little comfort, as well. Every fiber of her being knew that something was wrong. The Earth did, as well, with it's strange patterns. The winds, the skies, and the souls of their world were not right. She knew this without a doubt.

The rambunctious disappearance of some of the school's occupants had left Eudora feeling extremely uncomfortable. Not because they had come, and gone. After having lived in her current home for some time, such a thing was far from surprising. What had disturbed the mutant was the level of precision in which they had covered their tracks. Personally, Eudora couldn't believe the victims were incapable of leaving a path to their next locations. She would enjoy being chased by those who cared for her, and more than that, she would love the thrill of escaping them again. Maybe it was in that way that they were like oil through Eudora's French-manicured fingers. The delicate, though venomous flower that was Domina could live with that. She had lived with that, and did a great job of it: not that she cared. That seemed to be the default persona Eudora displayed to her peers and social inferiors. Whatever didn't provide her a clean and adventurous slate to success wasn't a route to take for one who would find it most troubling to walk on a bumpy passage with her prestine heels.

However, Domina held some virtues along with her venomous bite. She had gotten this small sense of innocence from her upbringing with Edith and Sebastian. To be frighteningly truthful the Ross' only daughter ... dare she admit it ... loved her parents. She enjoyed her new life at Xavier's, yes, and she enjoyed teaching for the short period of time she had. Even with the masses looming uncomfortably above her person, daring to discover her rumored tryst in things, and strike her down, Eudora continued her dream with Xavier. However, there was a sense of want, a craving that her place at Xavier's couldn't fulfill. She had been this lonely girl without a supportive, loving family for so long that she had created a numb-hearted person for herself. This was beside the point, however. The truth of the matter was, Eudora sensed that something terrible was coming their way. Not only for herself, but for all of mutant kind. This discomfort began to affect many aspects of her life. Now, instead of feeling joy for what she had done with her parents just years ago, she felt guilt. Only slight guilt--the insanity of the situation drove her mad with vile pleasure. She had once thought of her parents' death at her own hands before. They had sent their poor baby to a mental home and she had no say-so about it. Having your life taken from you was something unforgivable, however, living at Xavier's taught her patience. She was no longer the girl who only wanted Ross blood on her fingers. She understood her time at Xavier's was meeting its demise and holding a grudge seemed to be futile to that fact.

She tried with much effort to escape this discomfort.

The mutant known as Eudora Ross stepped out into the ripe air, feeling en masse too close to her companions within the mansion. She was well aware of what she was doing by now, and it was perhaps why she chose to escape the claustrophobic feeling that seemed to smother the mansion. It was not that she did not care for the people within the mansion; it was that she was feeling paranoid. She held hope in the saying 'something had to give at some point.' Hopefully it would be soon, and not her own resolve. Thank you. Otherwise, things could end in greater chaos than one as evil as Domina might hope for. Gray eyes searched the expansive, warmed lake-waters. They searched for meaning, and for answers. They searched for some kind of foresight. They searched for hope--this was what Eudora had been fighting for. A chance to breathe yet again tomorrow. She admitted, she silently wished to personally stand for tomorrow. It had been what symbolized her life. These were the times she had spent her life as a Xavierite preparing for.

Oh how she loved her natural function to dream.

She knew, like most of her peers, that a better tomorrow only promised a more worst future. If anything was learned here it was that she had to be ready for anything. She remained stationary in her superior pose while staring wide-eyed at Xavier's flowing water mass. Eudora had dressed briskly for this private affair at the lakes. She had worn a fine dress and had appeared to be a vision of loveliness, even after having endured such a tawdry affair as the tension within the mansion only increased. Upon pin-heeled boots the woman clicked her way from the stoned land upon which she had stood, making her way towards Xavier's walls. With broad steps, the heiress wasted no time arriving on the grassy plains of Mutant High.

The second her heels had met contact with hardwood floors Eudora's skin began to crawl. She stood still for moments unknown, silently listening to her heart beginning to gain pace. It was unknown to her of her surprising bodily functions. Upon turning around slowly she had met a surprise not even her mind could have foreshadowed.

"...Mother ... Father?" Her words held shock as her shakiness was obvious. She was no longer in Xavier's lavished mansion. Instead she was in an even equal, if not better New York abode. Her feet suddenly became cold. Blue eyes immediately glanced down as her diva clothing was no more. She was now in an all white patient suit as if her next stop was going to be a hospital.

A HOSPITAL!!!

"Edith! Sebastian! What is this about?" Her rage only became increasingly troubling as she began to witnessed her parents' actions. It seemed as if they were signing papers. Eudora's racing conscious quickly deemed the papers as possession papers. She knew the law wasn't on her side because of the genes she was born with, but for bloody mercy, the fear that her parents still held possession over her was enough to kill her where she stood.

"You wretched fools! I will not be dest--," she stopped in her tracks as the scenery once again began shifting. The floor morphed into a solid white color. Within one blink Eudora was instantly along a white wall, strapped in a restrained, white body suit-- the one that she swore to never be put in again. "What is happening? Mummy? Daddy? Please!" Her words echoed in the barren room. Her eyes began to scan her surroundings while remaining ever-so quiet. Silence broke as three men who took the form of doctors entered the room.

"Get over here freak!"
"She's such a pretty freak, though James."
"I'm first!"

They gripped the defenseless girl, grasps that were too familiar to the telepath. "I will not go through this again," her voice spoke with no frightening tone, as if she was talking merely to herself calmly, "I'm not that defenseless little girl you perverted morsels disrespected so justly. I will have your heads for this." White-gloved hands began to ease up on their grips. Their arms dropped to their sides as if the motion was choreographed. Moments later the reigning mentalist would wake up in a world as similar as her former one. Reality would soon seek in minutes later.
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