Adelaide Russell (static_psyche) wrote in the_next_step, @ 2009-05-12 19:35:00 |
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Narrative
Adelaide shifted the desk a little to the right, listening to the scraping sound it made as the wood was dragged along the floor. She would have lifted it, but she wasn't strong enough and the little bobble-head puppy that she had on her desk was already wobbling dangerously close to the edge.
She stopped and pushed it a little further towards the middle before dragging the desk another foot or so. That was better. At least she wasn't in front of the window anymore. She glowed often enough as it was without being silhouetted by the sunlight all the damn time. She then moved the chair to match the position of the desk.
Boxes sat to the left of the room near the bookshelves and she eyed them before she crossed over.
"Guess I should start making this room my own." she muttered to herself, opening the top box and laughing to herself when she saw that it was filled with DVDs.
Okay, so they needed to go somewhere. She was oddly connected to them. They could wait, though, because really, she thought she should get out the books that were relevant to her being here and all that.
Xavier's office had always been lined with books, she remembered that much. But he'd had books on every subject from psychoanalysis to religion to travel guides. One day her bookshelves would be filled with such wonders and interesting books on every subject under the sun.
She heaved six thick textbooks out from the next box and looked at the titles, sighing.
Her extensive library would have to wait. She only had six books on psychology, and about twenty on art. But she'd get there, she would just have to start looking.
The first book she was going to get was The Once and Future King by T.H. White.
It had been on Xavier's desk the last time she had been in his office, the day she told him she was going to college. She remembered how proud of her he had looked.
Her eyes filled with tears and she took a breath, hating the ache that flared through her. Everyone seemed like strangers, even though she knew many of them from her time at the mansion.
Things had changed. She had to remember that and make sure that she wasn't stuck in a past that no longer existed.
It appeared she had arrived just in time as well, considering. It pained her to know that some of the people she had known in her time at Xavier's were in trouble, missing. She brushed her hands through her hair and was suddenly glad that her arrival had been quiet and understated, she understood why, though and she was in no way disappointed. It wasn't like she had wanted balloons and sparkles and a parade or anything anyway. It gave her a chance to get her stuff together before she dealt with the influx of students.
She might not have been here in four - nearly five - years, but the fact of the matter was that some things should never change and that right now, it was possible to hear a pin drop. That wasn't right; the hallways were always bustling with life. One the one hand, the quiet was good. It meant she could worry about her friends in private. On the other hand, it meant there was something seriously wrong, something that needed to be fixed.
Her arrival would be announced at some point, she was sure, but until then she decided a better use of her time would be to get her office ready. That meant finishing unpacking, which she could do.
Anything to keep her mind off the fact that her friends - God, those kids - were in some kind of trouble.