Who: Ty & Open. What: A prayer. Where: Divine and Religious studies resource building. When: Tues Oct 24th, 2009 - Morning Rating: G ? Status: Open & ongoing
The hollow thunk of sneakers against the metallic floor was nothing new. It was almost a sound that was ignored at this point in the mutants life. Her first year she'd fallen behind due to illness. Her second year she'd spent making up for the first year. Her third year she'd had her accident and now this, technically her fourth year at Freedem, she was still only classified as a third year and was stuck in third year courses. While the school held many benefits and many friends, a lot of the classmates and people she was close to were going to graduate this year. It was frustrating. She should be graduating with them. Yet, instead of smiling and walking with a few friends she'd graduated high school with and many people she'd come into her first year with, she'd be stuck here, in this school. Doing this insane schedule for another almost two and a half years. The thought nearly turned her stomach.
Then there was Kristina... professor Jamenson... had died. It hurt. Ty'd seen a lot of professors disappear her first year it felt like, then for the past three years everything had been pretty consistent, there'd been a zero turn over ratio in the faculty. Until now. It was enough to actually really cause her stomach to turn. Who was going to take over the focus courses? Those were vital to everyone in the student body. It was integral to the training process... Not that Ty would mind a break...
And of course mom and dad were on her case again. When was she going to finish school? Why wouldn't she change her major? Yadda, yadda, yadda. It was all talks they'd gone over before, what felt like a million times. Why they asked how much school she had left always boggled her mind. It was a five year program, they had known that when they had pushed her to go to this university but somehow they kept forgetting about the delays she'd run into. Parents... What could you do with them? And Mom had sent her more cookies... She didn't even really like cookies, why this woman kept insisting on sending her plates and tupperwares full of food the mutant could never wrap her mind around. Her mom insisted she was too thin, needed some meat on her bones and Ty always refused, frowning. Yet being Italian, her mom never laid off on it. Thankfully the RA had the fact that she was a picky eater on her side.
With a head full of frustration and a body full of tension Ty had decided to skip part of her normal training regime in place of a little mental relaxation. Getting away from all the kids of the dorm and the stress of her job for a couple hours would do her some good. Even though she was supposed to be on duty she'd convinced Chris to take the duty phone for a couple hours while she blew off some steam. Chris was a good.. guy... chick... Urgh... While Ty wanted to be respectful it seemed like Chris liked changing what... he... she.... whatever... wanted to be called on a weekly basis. It was annoying. Stupid finding your self and shit.... Though really, that was her foul mood talking and not her real opinion of things. Her and Chris had butted heads a couple times in the past couple years but they had mostly come to an understanding at this point and about eighty percent of the time were cool with each other.
Seeing the cool gray cement of the divine and religious studies building coming into view calmed her nerves. Something Ty never really liked to talk about was one of her greatest sources of strength and relaxation. Religion. While it seemed like everyone else was bouncing around with druids and fairies and spirits and God knew what else Ty had been raised Italian Catholic, a branch of roman Catholicism, and her religion was always what she reverted to in times of need, no matter how much other people bashed it. And it had gotten bashed a lot since this was a liberal campus. Not that the titan was stuck up on it by any means and even she'd admit that there was a lot of it that was pretty ridiculous. While Ty's beliefs in her religion were strong a friend from long ago had once commented that it was almost if Ty was Catholic in practices but not fully in beliefs. That had been a point the mutant had been incapable of fighting against. She didn't care if you were gay, she didn't attend mass like she should, she didn't pray as often as she could, she didn't always obey ash wednesday and would try to give things up for lent but normally failed. 44 days was a long time to go without something.
Punching in her appropriate key code and swiping her card the basement door opened up and she entered, pushing the door closed behind her, one hand trailing along the cool cement, the other hand stuffed in her pocket to play with the rosary she always kept close by. Hopping up the steps to the floor of doors her pace picked up, counting off the doors on her left she silently mouthed the words. 'One, two, three, four.' Stopping a deep sigh of relief escaped her lips as she easily pushed open the door into the magically altered room. With the door open the chancel of a catholic church sprung up. Without thinking Ty headed in the room without closing the door behind her and made her way down the center isle through the many pews and to the small stairs leading up to the alter. Kneeling down on the stairs she sat back on her haunches before looking on to the cross.
Forming the sign of the cross on her own body words spilled from her lips as. "El nome del Padre, e del Figlio, e dello Spirito Santo. Amen." Pausing she reached down, pulling out the rosary from her pocket, holding it up fingers delicately caressed the beads before landing on the cross of the rosary. Clasping the rosary between both hands her eyes fell closed and head bowed, words fell in a whispered prayer from her lips, words so low it would seem to any passerby almost like she was sharing confidential secrets with an invisible confidant. "Lo credo in Dio, Padre onnipotente, creatore del cielo e della terra; e in Gesù Cristo, suo unico Figlio, nostro Signore, il quale fu concepito di Spirito Santo, nacque da Maria Vergine, patì sotto Ponzio Pilato, fu crocifisso, morì e fu sepolto; discese agli inferi; il terzo giorno risuscitò da morte; salì al cielo, siede alla destra di Dio Padre onnipotente; di là verrà a giudicare i vivi e i morti. Credo nello Spirito Santo, la santa Chiesa Cattolica, la Comunione dei santi, la remissione dei peccati, la risurrezione della carne, la vita eterna. Amen." Eyes remained closed as fingers slid up the rosary, holding onto the first large bead after the cross. "Padre nostro, che sei nei cieli, sia santificato il tuo nome, venga il tuo regno, sia fatta la tua volontà come in cielo così in terra. Dacci oggi il nostro pane quotidiano, e rimetti a noi i nostri debiti come noi li rimettiamo ai nostri debitori, e non ci indurre in tentazione, ma liberaci dal male. Amen." With each whispered phrase the weight of the world began to be pulled from her shoulders. Fingers moved up again to the next smaller beads. "Ave, o Maria, piena di grazia, il Signore è con te. Tu sei benedetta fra le donne e benedetto è il frutto del tuo seno, Gesù Santa Maria, Madre di Dio, prega per noi peccatoti, adesso e nell'ora della nostra morte. Amen." The prayer was repeated three times for each of the bead in the line. Head lifted, a pause falling in her prayers. It was amazing how much better a little dose of religion and prayer could make you feel.
Eyes slipped down to the rosary, the place she was on being held in place between thumb and forefinger as she turned it over in her hand. Deep consideration poured through her features as she debated continuing the prayer or perhaps stopping early and letting Chris off the hook of covering part of her duty day.