Who: Siryn & Sentient When: November 11th, 2008 Where: Xavier's; Rec room What: Chillaxin' and planning her own birthday party. Status: In Progress Rating: PG (For Siryn's inevitable potty mouth?)
Seventy eight - that's how many tassels there were on the sofa's blanket. How did she know this? Because she'd counted. Each tassel had, on average, twelve woollen threads. Why did she know this? Because one day there had been nothing better to do. Cabin fever, that's what Theresa had; constantly being cooped up in the mansion that was feeling more and more like a prison than a haven. She knew she shouldn't think that, knowing what was happening out there but she couldn't help it. The real X-men came and went on missions, helping people, things like that. Sometimes they came back bloodied and bruised and sometimes they came back infected but at least they got to leave.
Theresa snatched the remote off the floor and turned on the TV, pressing play to see what DVD had been left in there. It was rather sad that her daily excitement came from seeing what random movie she would get to watch. Half the time it was the same movie that she had watched the night before or practised her sound amplification on in her room. She hoped people wouldn't find out she spent a lot of time listening in on private conversations simply because she could.
The movie panned from the sky down to a beach party and Theresa suddenly sat up. "Oh, bloody 'ell, I turn eighteen tomorrow and 'aven't even planned a party yet! What am I goin' to do?" she moaned dramatically, falling back onto the couch with her hands covering her face. "Costume party? No, that's lame. I should try an' make everyone wear a kilt and dye their hair green. I wonder if anyone would do that?" she talked aloud to herself, concentrating more on what she could get people to do on her birthday than to the footsteps signalling someone's arrival.