Wren Zhang (ex_transpare192) wrote in x_aftermath_x, @ 2008-06-08 00:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | colossus, flux, nightcrawler, wren |
Who: Wren, Nightcrawler, & Colossus.
When: Monday, June 16, 2008; (Evening)
Where: Xavier's; The Chapel.
What: If Wren wishes to begin a new chapter in her life, first she needs to find the means to move on.
Status: In Progress.
Rating: TBD, but probably no more than PG.
Sitting in the front row of the Chapel, a head with raven hair was bowed down in silent contemplation. Wren had been sitting there for a good hour or so, trying to clear her head and find a little comfort in "God." She had never been an overtly religious person, but she was desperate to get the answers she sought. She wanted to know how to move on with her life, to be able to let go of her life before "the incident." And this place seemed to be perfect for doing just that.
Letting go of the past was always something Wren had trouble parting with. She tended to dwell a lot on past events, and when something as significant as a death of someone close to her occurred, it was really no surprise she had a hard time moving on.
Loss was a part of life, she knew this. But, knowing that didn't make swallowing it any more bearable. It was hard, difficult, and terribly painful to except that someone you loved with all of her heart and soul was gone... never coming back. It drove her crazy to know that she'd never be able to speak, see, or hear from her fiance again. Sometimes she got herself so worked up that she almost started hyperventilating. Instead of making a spectacle of herself, Wren generally didn't do that to herself whenever she was around a lot of people. She preferred saving those sort of "mental breaks" for whenever she was alone, in the privacy of her own bedroom.
Maybe it could be considered immature or irresponsible not to address her feelings, but she hated crying in front of people. Especially when those people were strangers, which most of the residents of the Xavier's Institute were to her. It wasn't that she hadn't tried to make friends, but when you felt like you couldn't be completely honest with your feelings, it was kind of hard to make any lasting connections. Though, Wren had made one acquaintance since her arrival at the mansion... and that person was Magneto.
Perhaps it was a bit odd for her to be able to talk to a known terrorist without feeling too out of place but, he was just easy to talk to - to her, at least. A lot of people there were intimidated by his mere presence, but not Wren. No. She actually quite enjoyed his company, which was something of a rarity in itself, as she had only spoken to the man a few times at length. He was a busy man, after all.
Sighing, Wren's chin tilted up slightly and she opened her eyes to survey the scenery around her. As far as she could tell, she was alone, which she was kind of thankful for but, she was sort of hoping to speak with the keeper of the private chapel. She had seen a blue man hanging around there quite often and she felt compelled to meet him... to talk to him.
Wren just hoped she hadn't missed her chance.