Laura Kinney (extwothree) wrote in no_good_deed, @ 2011-01-28 18:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | incomplete, old pc: cypher, x-23 |
Just tonight
Who: X-23 OTA
What: Digging around the mansion
When: Friday night
Where: First floor
Rating: PG-13
The sun had long since set, giving the cloudless sky an inky black look, blemished only by a smattering of stars. Snow, almost two feet of it, fell in a matter of a few hours Wednesday night, piling up in the areas that weren't yet repaired. There were only a few places, spots that must have been overlooked when people were doing a quick assessment of the damage. X-23 was there, wandering the halls silently like a ghost that represented what the mansion used to be. Her breath puffed out before her in little clouds, but the cold didn't bother her in the least.
It had been about two weeks since she and Nathaniel arrived at Xavier's and she was finding it hard to acclimate to residential life. Since moving to the secondary facilities she'd kept rooming with Nathaniel, though she rarely slept there. At least, not when he was there. She was becoming nocturnal, wandering around at night and sleeping during the day. Not that it really mattered. She wasn't wanted anywhere, needed any certain place. At some point the woman who ran the school would want to further speak with her and Nathaniel, but with her being so busy, X-23 figured it was safe to do what she did best. Blend in and stay out of the way.
Memories of the night she'd been rescued were strong tonight. The first day at the facilities, she'd looked for the blue teleporter. He'd been the one to get her out of that cell, after all. It was only natural to want to see him again. He wasn't there, though. In fact, none of the kids who'd been put into her cell were there. Neither was the guy she'd been looking for all along. His scent was all over the mansion, but not at the other place. That meant he wasn't here anymore. Another dead end.
On the first floor, she walked the hallways that had been burned and damaged by Rogue and her errant stolen powers. She ran a hand over the burned wood, pulled her fingers away to look at the soot. There was no reason to be angry about what was done here. It had nothing to do with her personally. Yet she was angry. She was always angry to some degree, or numb.
It was easy to imagine how life was here. Heat during the cold days, air conditioning during the hot. Three meals a day with plenty to snack on in between. There were carefully set rules that were meant to keep people safe, but not to smother or restrain them. Not everyone had that opportunity, and it bothered her that people could so thoughtlessly ruin what was good for these people.
Nearing the foyer, the sound of footsteps in the snow reached her ears. The claws in her hands slid out soundlessly, and she stayed in the shadows. Who in the world would want to come out here tonight?