speed_twin (speed_twin) wrote in x_2012, @ 2010-12-29 21:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | professor x, quicksilver, valkyri |
Who: Quicksilver, Valkyrie, Counterfeit and Professor Xavier
What: Pietro goes looking for his sister and finds more than he expected
When: Wednesday, lunch time
Where: Sisters of Charity homeless shelter and the Mansion
Warnings: Potty mouths
Pietro hunkered into his threadbare jacket and looked up at the modest sign that stated "Sisters of Charity Homeless Shelter." He'd been in a lot of homeless shelters in the past months but this one was different. The clientele was vastly different than the ones he was used to for one thing. New York City had grown in a way that Pietro wouldn't have thought of when he'd left. Right on the edge of his old neighborhood was a new one. Mutant Town. It didn't have a catchy ring to it but it fit. It wasn't as if anyone could mistake who lived there. The place was a bit on the shabby side but it was hardly a slum and even this homeless shelter had the air of newness and well kept chaotic order that the other places had tried to fend off but had succumbed to anyway.
He wasn't a snob, per se. Pietro certainly hadn't lived a life of luxury or means and had worked a blue collar job that he'd actually enjoyed but his mother and grandmother had instilled in him a certain sense of pride. They would NOT be homeless. They were above handouts even though they'd desperately needed them. Maybe that pride had been their downfall but it had certainly made an impression on Pietro. Too poor to paint, too proud to white wash was a saying he'd heard in the south and it had fit his situation perfectly. He knew Wanda felt the same way which made his searches at homeless shelters all the more fruitless. Would she come here? If she were still alive, would she beat down her pride and take shelter among the homeless at a place like this? It was a long shot (if she still lived... no, she had to live. He would've known if she was dead right?) but one he couldn't afford not to take.
Pietro had been running around the country chasing leads that ultimately went nowhere. There were unfortunately quite a few girls in the United States who looked just enough like his sister to fool people into calling in false leads. Now he was back in New York where it all began to restart his search. He was exhausted mentally and emotionally and probably not in very good shape physically since there were days when he couldn't afford food. But he wasn't going to give up. Until he saw Wanda with his own eyes, he was not going to stop looking. Period.
Glancing through the window and feeling his ever ravenous stomach snarl at the sight of people eating, Pietro stepped inside. The smell of food nearly brought him to his knees but he wasn't there to eat. He needed answers first. Looking around the room with an unconscious air of haughty indifference, there didn't seem to be anyone who looked like someone he could ask about Wanda. There were nuns scooping out steaming spoonfuls of food but the line was long and they looked too busy to answer questions. Frowning with irritation, Pietro waited at the door until someone noticed him loitering.