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Illyana Nicolievna Rasputina ([info]ex_darkchyld899) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-26 21:17:00

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Entry tags:!dropped, day 17, dean winchester, illyana rasputin, location: clock tower, open

Day 17: 8:30 am
Who: Illyana and OTA
What: Waiting for a Cajun that isn't gonna show
Where: In front of the Clock Tower
When: Day 17, 8:30 AM
Rating: um...pg for now, will change if it goes further
Status: Active



Okay, okay, so it wasn't first thing in the morning, but Illyana was trudging outside as soon as she was awake enough to remember that she'd promised Gambit a meeting. She ran her fingers through her hair, deciding that she had to go rooting around later today for a comb of some sort, and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. After pulling on her sandals, she was out and heading toward the clock tower. She'd sort of noticed the monitors around town as she walked, but wasn't quite awake enough to really pay attention to them. TV wasn't usually her thing, anyway, unlike the rest of her teammates, who would never miss their favorite show. What they saw in Magnum, she didn't quite understand.

She came to a stop outside the clock tower and frowned. There was no one around that she could see. "Hello?" she called, eyes darting around for signs of movement. "Gambit? You around?" When she didn't hear a reply, she sighed and plunked herself down on the grass, nearer to the road than the building, and pulled out her journal to scrawl a quick note to the other mutant. She hoped he wouldn't keep her waiting long.



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[info]ex_darkchyld899
2009-08-01 03:11 am UTC (link)
Illyana giggled at his choice of words. She couldn't help it. The grammar was deliberately wrong. "That sounds like me when I first learned English," she chuckled. "My verbs were never right on the first try." Granted, she'd been, what, six? And even though knowledge of the language had been given to her by the Professor, she had still made the mistakes any six-year-old would make with language.

She smiled when Dean decided to sit next to her. She wasn't used to being alone, thanks to Kitty and the New Mutants. She always had someone around, sometimes whether she wanted them or not. "New York, most recently," she said when Dean asked where she was from. "Late 1980s, since I understand people here are from all over, time-wise. But I was born in Russia." There was nothing wrong with basic small talk in Illyana's mind. Dean needn't have worried. "You?" she asked, nudging him with her elbow.

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