face the lash; hades (![]() ![]() @ 2009-06-17 23:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | pyro, rogue |
you need a backbone to roll with the world (open, set to morning)
St. John did not want to go back to the Academy.
Mystique had caught him up as much as she could. Breaking and entering (without, you know, signs of breaking), blah blah, new management, blah blah, working with the government (he had had to ask her to repeat that). He didn't like any of it. He wasn't going to say anything, but he had gone missing there. Going within twenty feet caused a severe psychosomatic problem: he wanted to throw up and run away.
Admitting that was not going to get him points with Mystique, though.
He had to get over it. The investigation started yesterday, but John hadn't been able to do it, then. Today, he was trying it again. Today, he made it all the way to the front yard. There, he promptly pulled out a cigarette and lit up. He needed something to calm the nerves.
There was nothing more calming than the repetitive opening and closing of his lighter.