The Maker (ex_forge69) wrote in x_2012, @ 2009-12-13 22:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | professor x |
Who: Forge and Xavier
What: Getting out of a cab is an adventure
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: Haven
Warnings: None
The yellow cab came to a stop in front of the gates to Xavier's property with a jerk that pushed Forge hard against his seatbelt. He muttered a curse under his breath and glared at the cab driver who was oblivious to Forge's mood. They sat together in silence for a few moments before sighed impatiently. "Could you give me a hand here? I've only got one fucking leg!" He slapped against the plastic barrier that separated him from the driver to punctuate his impatience. "Ok, alright, hold on, Jesus," the cabby growled and pried himself out of his seat. He opened Forge's door and Forge shoved his crutches into the man's hands before pulling himself unsteadily out of the back seat of the cab. Once the crutches were clamped securely around his arms he pulled a wad of cash from his pocket — money he had convinced an ATM to give him from someone else's bank account — and shoved a few bills into the old man's fist. "Keep the change," he muttered and threw his duffle bag over his shoulder. The cabby grunted and got back into the cab. He drove away without another word. For a moment Forge stared at the gates without really seeing them. Finally the words "Xavier Haven for Gifted Individuals" registered in his brain and he frowned. "Sounds like an animal refuge," he groaned, rolling his eyes. |