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i. adler ([info]catalysis) wrote in [info]x_emplary,
@ 2008-02-05 12:12:00

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Entry tags:irene adler, jean grey

Road Rage (Jean)
When her husband and her daughter were alive they would always ask Irene--why does she worry about the world's problems?

To see Mrs. Adler wake up in the morning, look for the newspaper and react very strongly in every headline across the nation and across the globe (poverty, violence on women, corruption, wars in the middle east, mutant rights...) were something that Trevor and Justine had been exasperated about hearing everyday.

But they understood mutant rights and they accepted why Irene would devote herself to it. They only wished she could trust other people to share her crusade and not fight like she's a one woman army. It wasn't like Charles wasn't there, or even Erik.

Now Trevor and Justine were gone, Irene finally learned how to shut up about the day's issues and keep them to herself...Provided she finds a way to distract herself or find an outlet for all those unspoken rage.

So to find herself in traffic or a stop light, all such 'unspoken rage' swarm around her head like a bee buzzing around her ears. For that instance, it was Melissa Beatbaker's words that had been causing her such Dismay and infuriation. Irene had been dribbling her fingers on the wheel, desperately wanting to pull out a cigarette, honking if the car before her was a little slow (for her taste), and just one Snap away from using her telekinesis to move vehicles out of her way.

But Irene wasn't alone that morning, she had one of her old students with her and the girl was about to be married. As the teacher, it was Irene's prime responsibility to lead her former pupil safely towards their destination: the bridal boutique.

Before she would start tapping her fingers again during another unfortunate stoplight, Irene figured a conversation will be key towards their...survival, "Have you decided on what color?"

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[info]levistrauss
2008-02-05 12:36 pm UTC (link)
The aforementioned old student raised an eyebrow and glanced over at the woman who had graciously offered to chaperone her and accompany her on this ever so important occasion in the place of her mother. "Well traditionally the bride wears white." Jean said in a very tongue in cheek manner. "And I'm pretty sure that my mother would have my neck if I messed too much with that particular tradition. It's already chewing at her that I'm going to walk down the aisle au naturale instead of looking normal."

She had her bright red hair pulled back from her face in a neat bun, held up with a few well placed chopsticks, and her skill was flawless alabaster white, as opposed to its normal royal blue. Jean had found that she attracted less attention and was more frequently allowed into stores when she fit in better with the crowd.

"Mom made me swear that I would have two versions of the wedding photos taken, one for posterity, and one that she'll be able to place on her mantle piece."

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[info]catalysis
2008-02-05 01:24 pm UTC (link)
"Be sure to have a good photographer then." Irene said as she was finally allowed her right turn. "I used to tell Justine, back before she was going to be married, about the bridal traditions I detest. So when she was going to marry Cole she decided she was going to wear a peach gown but I told her if she wanted to look prettier than her maid of honor, or the prom queen. I told her to wear white."

Irene smiled. A distant, nostalgic, but perhaps somewhat deliberate smile. It was supposed to be a nice little anecdote told for the sake of sharing. "But you will look lovely in white. No arguments there. That's the important thing."

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[info]levistrauss
2008-02-05 01:32 pm UTC (link)
"Oh I'll look fabulous in anything I wear. I'm not at all worried about that." Jean said with a shrug. She didn't say it in such a manner that made her come over looking arrogant. It was simply a statement of fact: she had the kind of body that could pull off any style, and she knew it. Except for parachute pants. No one could pull that off and still look classy.

"So which bridal traditions do you detest, so I'll make sure not to subject you to any. Or too many, at least.. Sometimes traditions can't be avoided so easily. I guarantee almost every person I talk to on the day will make some lame crack at me about how I already have the "Something Blue" down pat, so I shouldn't worry about it."

She frowned in anticipation. She didn't mind being teased about her looks much, but bad puns she absolutely could not stand!

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[info]catalysis
2008-02-05 02:53 pm UTC (link)
Irene brushed some of those short-but-kind-of-awkward-long silver hair that had been bothering her eyes, smirking as she did so, "I could imagine everyone in the mansion is waiting for this very moment just to make that pun."

She started enumerating in her mind, identifying what must be the most horrible tradition in the history of weddings. But with a flicker of strange resignation (which comes from the age? The lack of mood? Softness in her own student? Let the children be for their sake?) "It's your wedding Jean. You should do as you like."

They were already passing by an avenue of shops. It shouldn't be a matter of time before they could start looking around and fitting dresses.

"...But I hate the bouquet throwing. Along with it the garter, and that horrible veil."

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[info]levistrauss
2008-02-06 09:04 am UTC (link)
Jean frowned. As much as she wanted her wedding to be as enjoyable as possible for everyone who planned to attend her wedding, but her Mother would insist on a veil and she was positive that Jubilee, or one of the other girls would murder her if she tried to ban the bouquet throwing. "I'm not sure I could get rid of those-- Maybe the garter thing, though I think you'd have to talk to Scott about that"

She sat up a little in her seat and brushed her fringe from her eyes so that she could keep her eye out for a good park close to the bridal boutique.

"What don't you like about them? Are they too corny? Did someone knock you to the floor one time when you were jumping for the bouquet?" It had to be some sort of nasty experience, Jean rationalised, since those were the parts of weddings that most girls she knew loved the most.

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[info]catalysis
2008-02-06 02:16 pm UTC (link)
"If anyone did try, I'd send them straight to the wedding cake." Irene said flatly, "But no, nothing of that sorts happened. I simply find them utterly," She tilted her head up as she tried to locate for a parking place, "Ridiculous. I cannot find any amusement in it. Maybe your version can involve powers, I will be slightly impressed I promise. Only Charles won't be."

Irene too was on the look-out for a decent parking place. She saw a couple just emerging out of the shop. They proceeded towards a grey car, which seemed to be theirs. Irene observed them, hoping it wouldn't be a matter of time before they could claim the couple's parking spot.

"The veil. I have an entire lecture to that and they are long and far too dragging." She warned, "Either way, it's not like I forbade my daughter to have a bouquet throwing in her wedding."

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[info]levistrauss
2008-02-06 02:28 pm UTC (link)
"What's wrong with the veil?" Jean asked, "I suppose it is a form of chauvinistic gift-wrapping? I suppose it could be likened to a funeral shroud if you looked at it in a certain, morbid light."

Now she thought about it, maybe she wouldn't have a veil. They were going to be outdoors and some sort of tiara or sparkly head decoration would look very well in the sunlight. Perhaps she'd talk to Scott about it later, see how he felt about things. Though he hadn't really disagreed on any of her decisions so far. Whenever she'd asked his opinion, the answer was always along the lines of "I'm happy with whatever you're happy with, sweetie." or "It's your choice, darling."

The ambiguity of his answers had led to a few minor frustrated conversations, but Jean had long-since understood that while Scott could plan an attack in the battle field, amongst the wild world of wedding planning he was completely lost.

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[info]catalysis
2008-02-06 03:02 pm UTC (link)
"Exactly." A red convertible came to view. A young blonde was driving and was making a suggestive swerve towards the grey car that was about to leave. Irene had reason to worry, the red car was faster and smoother than her own five year old model.

Irene glared at the convertible, something that couldn't be seen beneath the tint of her windows, "And why cover your face anyway?" But for some reason the red convertible suddenly couldn't go forth anymore. This would persist until the grey car would slide out of the way and after their own car would fit in like a glove in the comforts of a (shaded) parking spot. THEN the red car's wheels no longer screeched like they were stuck in mud and they abruptly jerked into movement.

Irene brought their car to a complete stop, "Shame she will have to find another parking place."

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[info]levistrauss
2008-02-06 03:12 pm UTC (link)
Jean glanced back at the blonde-haired driver who was looking at her steering wheel as though it were possessed. If only she knew. She unclipped her seatbelt and hopped out of the car, hitching her skinny blue jeans back up on her waist properly as she stretched her legs.

"We're lucky to get a park so close." She said to Irene as her old teacher locked the car with the remote control. "If we're smart with our time, we might be able to go for a coffee before we have to be back."

Jean would've quite happily spent all day browsing the various little bridal knick-knacks and ideas and dresses and things that the boutique provided, but as the mansion's only qualified medical officer at the moment she had to be around when Danger Room sessions were scheduled to be run. The afternoon was booked to the brim from 2 o'clock onwards, but they had more than enough time between then and now with which to shop.

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[info]catalysis
2008-02-06 03:36 pm UTC (link)
"Yes we are."

Even in the most casual days, Irene appeared like she was going to make a business proposal in a board meeting. She was wearing black slacks and a white collared polo shirt underneath a blazer. The blazer was left in the car.

While she definitely had better clothes, Irene had the habit of snatching whichever was first in her closet.

Still she always had a wristwatch and a ring, which brought significant elegant and 'chic' contributions to an otherwise unexciting corporate wear.

Irene 'pushed' the boutique door open. At closer inspection she simply waved it off. "I will have to politely refuse a coffee. The blood pressure has not been very kind these days."

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[info]levistrauss
2008-02-06 03:56 pm UTC (link)
"Well you can have a tea and I'll have a double-espresso for the both of us." Jean said with a grin, following the woman inside. She did enjoy her coffee, and her mutation allowed her metabolism to process the extra caffeine quicker than an average person.

The heating in the shop was a little overbearing compared to the chilly air outside and Jean wished that she hadn't worn such a thick jumper today. She pulled her sleeves up one by one and glanced about the room. At least she would be able to strip off out of her normal casual clothes and into something a little bit more silken and bridal. It was all part of the fun of being a bride, after all.

And there were more dresses than she could possibly try on in one visit. They filled the shop, rack upon rack lined the walls and each and every one had at least ten dresses hung up on in, all unique in their own way, and all beautiful. Jean's eyes widened. This was going to be a little more difficult than she'd first imagined. What about all those stories where the girl just happened to spy the dress, which she absolutely knew was the one? Those little anecdotes never helped the girl with the world's most flexible body help pick the style that would suit her best, for she could suit absolutely any style she tried on.

"I think we may have to come back for a second look sometime later, Irene." Jean said, as the shop assistant approached them with a smile.

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[info]catalysis
2008-02-07 05:10 am UTC (link)
"Maybe I'll have a glass of water," Irene pondered as she started browsing through the dresses. There were some rare instances where she would approach a product and pull out to feel the fabric, only to be disappointed that it was not what they should be looking for.

"We'll see if we should return. This boutique was so small when I first came across it several years ago. But the dresses were so charming I tell you." Irene lowered her voice to a whispering tone at Jean. "I was certain we would find one just for you. So far I have not seen anything more than...a Hollywood dress." She concluded drily.

The shop assistant's arrival was good timing. Irene had words to say. She didn't want to have wasted their precious time in the boutique, "Are you Liezl? I talked to your manager a couple of days ago. She said she had some special creations that are not on display."

'Liezl' seemed to look confused and then she formed the mouth-gape of realization. "Right this way Mrs. Adler..." And then led them to a room that should most fittingly be for authorized personnels.

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[info]levistrauss
2008-02-07 07:14 am UTC (link)
Jean raised an eyebrow at the elder woman, genuinely surprised and a little intrigued. "You didn't tell me you'd called ahead."

She looped her handbag over her shoulder and followed the shop assistant and Irene into the private fitting room. It was definitely a lot more cozy than the main store, and the few dresses that hung in here were definitely a par above the average in the other room and so obviously were a great deal more expensive. Already, Jean could feel her purse cringing at the potential expenditure.

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[info]catalysis
2008-02-07 08:29 am UTC (link)
Irene was pleased at Jean's reaction, "Of course. We're busy people. We don't have all the time in the world. I'd like to make sure we're only looking at the best dresses."

The room had better lighting too. They first had to go through a hall of mirrors before they were shown to a dressing room containing three racks of dresses which, as they were told, hand-picked from the newest collections. The designs of which were apparently featured in an exclusive fashion show in some European country.

Irene thought Liezl was making up half of what she said true to her training, but no matter. If Jean liked it, it's sold. After the shop assistant left them on their own, Irene didn't wait to go forth and explore.

"Anything of these can fit you, but what kind of look are you going for? The kind your mother will like for the mantelpiece or the kind Scott will pop his eyes out?" Irene turned to glance at Jean, "Seeing as though they can be very different things altogether."

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[info]levistrauss
2008-02-09 02:41 am UTC (link)
"Well I'm not the sort of person who wants to show the entire world my breasts or my ass, especially on my wedding day, so my mother will be satisfied on that account. And if Scott tells me I'm anything less than beautiful on my wedding day then he'll certainly be disappointed on his wedding night." Not that he ever would, of course. Scott was always very polite and courteous, and never made her feel the least bit unwanted.

Something caught her eye and she pulled out the dress to have a better look at it. It was long and slinky with a halter neck and a low drop back. It looked nice enough, except perhaps for the abundance of little diamonties stitched into the fabric. She wasn't too sure about that. It definitely didn't yell "THE DRESS" at her.

"Was it this hard for you when you were shopping for your dress?"

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[info]catalysis
2008-02-09 03:29 am UTC (link)
In that same motherly way, Irene very much approved of Jean's taste.

She examined Jean's choice with her chin tilted. Why she left her glasses in the car, she didn't know. Then, there was the inquiry about her own wedding dress.

"Oh certainly not. We did not have much to choose. My dress was specially commissioned by the family seamstress. Its design is probably what you can call today as a 'night gown'," Irene touched the fabric, "Somehow I imagine your gown should have something to do with a Greek-inspired design. Flowy, with some folds...a little loose around the shoulders. Simple, dainty, and subtly seductive. Elegant. What do you think?"

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[info]levistrauss
2008-02-09 11:05 am UTC (link)
"I'm not sure. I need to make sure it suits my... er.. skin condition as well." She was cautious, not really sure if the shop assistant was listening in. It wasn't that she was ashamed, exactly, of her mutant status. But she really had no real need to turn her dress shopping into a political statement.

"Do you have a photo? Of your wedding? I'd love to see it. Gather ideas and such. I'm sure you were gorgeous. Very classy."

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[info]catalysis
2008-02-09 02:37 pm UTC (link)
"Ha," Irene resumed sifting through other dresses, "My dear, my wedding is the most uninspiring I know. We had the ceremony, a garden reception, a polite toast and everyone went home. There was no dancing, no fancy speeches, no birds, bouquets, garters...whathaveyou. Everything was so proper and constrained. It's like a business meeting. But we hired a nice band," She breathed a sigh as she moved onto the next rack, "Well I'll see if I still have the frame in my place. But don't count on it. I have to find time to open chests and search through old things. Those are very time-consuming and emotionally straining if you know what I mean."

Then there was something that caught her eye. An off-shouldered v-neck gown with draped bustline, empire waist and tiered ruffle train. Irene pulled it out immediately for Jean to see, "I'm sure this should fit any skin condition."

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[info]levistrauss
2008-02-11 08:51 am UTC (link)
Jean scrunched up her nose. "I'm not really a big fan of ruffles, even if I have the bum to pull them off."

She said this, of course, while standing there in her skinny jeans, with barely any posterior to speak of. The jeans she was wearing weren't exactly the kind of jeans she could wear with any significant amount of backside, but then she and Irene both knew that that didn't mean a thing for how well she could pull off a dress.

"I wish I could wear a plain sun dress or something. Except the weather wouldn't be very kind to me in that case, I don't think."

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[info]catalysis
2008-02-14 12:54 pm UTC (link)
"Oh, well."

Irene hung the dress back to the rack. "Are my ideas a little too fancy? We might very well be looking at the wrong place if you're looking for something more...laid-back."

She did not examine the last rack as thoroughly as the earlier ones. "But don't let me out-dress you. I'll be sure to go out of my way to purchase a nice fancy looking dress." There seemed to be a hint of smile in Irene, or she was just making a wry smirk.

Irene checked her wrist watch, "Does any of these strike your interest? Or we could look somewhere else in another time?"

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