jean grey (phoenix). (ex_rises922) wrote in mutanthaven, @ 2009-07-29 01:36:00 |
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Jean Grey lost her balance and slid down the wall in the living area of her suite, the glass doors of the balcony shaking terribly. Protecting her head, she hurdled as close as she could to the wall, watching the room heaved around her. She tried to focus on anything outside the shaking, the noise filling the hotel and the panic streaking across her mind. By concentrating on the small details, she was able to shut out the mess around her and push herself, push her mind to help keep the hotel up just long enough.
The spiraling memories Jean had of this place -- breaking in with Warren and Scott that first night, insisting Logan at least see the hotel before he resisted, being pulled into Warren's bed by Tessa after escaping Tessa's mental prison, organizing boxes of clothes with Ali and Cecilia in the main office, Marie-Ange's smile as she sat at the front desk, spiked drinks with Rogue, rooftop toasts, furtive glances, long nights studying, searing hot showers, heated arguments, unexpected joys -- reinforced the cracking walls as her mind pushed and struggled. She squeezed her eyes shut, trembling as she began to lose sense of her physical being and the sensations of the hotel overwhelmed her.
And when Jean Grey thought she was going to pass out, her eyes turned into coals. That same protective custody Phoenix held over Jean since her first manifestation extended to the hotel, from deep in its foundations to its highest roof point. There were no flames, just a strong surge of telekinetic energy, feeling Madeline's support of the tested structure. Her mind extended quickly to figure out how the puzzle pieces fit.
With the memories contained within Paradise -- Jamie holding Terry, Victor and Sarah sharing a pool, Jubilee coddling Edgar, Rogue cooking, Jean-Paul and Aurora brushing hands, Myles manning the front desk, Stryker infiltrating their halls, growing numbers, enduring laughter, hiding teenagers, becoming alive, emptiness, loneliness for years, broken dreams, flashes from cameras as actors cross the exquisite parquet, and underneath still the foundations on which Paradise had been built, the very foundations that quaked beneath -- Phoenix could feel every piece of falling debris, every shifting beam, every spark of desperate life. The building had been alive and now it was changing, stretching, falling, challenging. Fending off destruction was just as intoxicating as creating it.