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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.
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.