Cecilia Reyes (mutanteboricua) wrote in artofwar_rpg, @ 2011-05-07 14:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | †dr. cecilia reyes, ♦scott summers; cyclops |
Who: Cecilia and Scott
What: An innocent day of massages and getting to know one another
When: Saturday, May 7; afternoon
Where: Library, Xavier Institute
Rating/Warnings: We'll see if we get to that point.
Status: Complete
Cecilia closed her book, yawning and stretching her arms. A glance out the window confirmed her feeling that she should have been outside, but her fear of becoming too dark--or worse, sunburnt--before heading to British Honduras had led her to the library. At least she had managed to snag the window seat, though the warm rays of sunlight were interfering with her ability to get much reading done.
Instead of returning the book to its shelf (it was times like these that Cecilia wished she had telekinesis), Cecilia gingerly placed it on the ground. Hoping to fight the soporific urges, she stood, twisting her neck and listening to it crack. She knew it was a noise that often sent some of her housemates' (a term she used for lack of a better word; she wasn't yet sure what to call them, and it wasn't entirely in accurate) skin crawling, but Cecilia rather enjoyed it. It reminded her she was human, a fact which she sometimes doubted when passing, say, Logan in the halls. Besides, she was alone, and there was nobody around to irk.