Elizabeth "Betsy" Glorianna Braddock | "Psylocke" (psi_butterfly) wrote in x_aftermath_x, |
Despite some of the minor setbacks over the past few months, Betsy could've been feeling worse. Of course, that's not to say that she didn't have days where she felt completely down in the dumps... but she tried not to let it get to her. If she was feeling sad or upset, she'd hit the gym. That was her usual way of dealing with things these days. It was either that, or going for a round in the Danger Room.
Back before that whole mishap with Kwannon (and the "Apocalypse"), Betsy preferred to shop to quell the more unpleasant emotions she felt. But, since there really was noway to do that these days, running the treadmill and punching inanimate objects were her only solace... You know, except for her brother, whenever he wasn't too busy trying to save the world.
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Betsy had been staring up at the ceiling with an arm behind her head when she heard a knock at her door. She knew who it was and it instantly brought a smile to her face. "Come in!" she said rather brightly, sitting up; she was practically bouncing on the bed.
It wasn't every night she got a late night visit from her twin. Most of the time he sent other people to check in on her, which was nice and all... but she would've preferred to see him than anyone else. Except for Warren. Maybe. Though come to think of it, he never really did that before.