detox (detox) wrote in xemplifylogs, @ 2008-11-20 03:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | detox, orphan, ยง xaviers |
[Orphan & Detox]
Who: Guy Smith & Rayne Blackmour
When: Week Six: Wednesday; 2 a.m.
Where: Xavier's: A 'secret library'
What: Guy and Rayne run into each other again and this time the circumstances are much nicer.
Rating: G
Guy was relatively awake at this time of night, not normally, but tonight was weird. It was normally quiet, but it was loud, and even in his private room, they were still loud. "I suppose kids will be kids." He said with a hand on his forehead. There were a few select "secret" places in the mansion, that were only passed down, or supposed to be, by upperclassmen to underclassmen when they reach upperclassmen status. Most of the professors didn't even know about it. He closed his book and laid it softly on his bed, and walked to his door and opened it. The hallway wasn't empty like normal. He closed his door and pushed the lock code and the chromatic set of five notes chimed approvingly as he walked away down the hall. It was about 10 minutes from his room, the secret library. It was about the size of a classroom, and each of the walls was a bookcase that held books. The room was about twenty feet tall and was illuminated by moonlight or sunlight mostly. There were antique electric lamps on the wall. He reached the false panel with the ball weight in it. The spot he had to hit to dislodge the old wooden ball was in the middle of the third section of the panel. He hit it just hard enough to dislodge the ball. He heard it fall with a wooden thunk and slid the door open and walked into the room backwards so that he could close the panel behind him, it automatically locked back behind him. He sighed out loud as he pressed the button on his inducer and he went to his normal purple for with white hair. He was feeling relatively good that evening. Rayne usually did not use the "secret" studies to do her homework in. Normally, she would just go downstairs into the laboratory because the only people who came down there were people who either had to be there or wanted to be there. Kids couldn't just go running around all they wanted because they wouldn't have all the codes to all the locks. It was an easy place to be in and study, but tonight she had been asked to just stay out of the way so she went and found herself one of the more comfortable areas that were specifically for staff and elder students. Small, private libraries that could be used by adults without fear of children interrupting them. The young woman was seated somewhere near the back of the room, next to a shelf of American history books so that she could pull them out as needed. She was supposed to be writing a paper on some great someone from American history, but instead kept rolling her pencil to and fro across the table, flipping pages with no destination, and flopping her head down onto the book with deep sighs. If she could get a grade for procrastination, she'd have an A+. Oddly enough, the door to the library opened and someone stepped inside. There were very few lights in the area, all dim but set to light and motion sensors so that people would not enter into the room and have to find a switch. Who ever this was happened to not be close enough to trip a light sensor, but Rayne looked up from her book as she sank deeper into her chair, the whole time hoping that whomever this was would go away. The sigh surprised her a bit, but when whoever it was flipped off their image inducer, bright white hair shone in the dim light. Eh... it was that guy from the lab. Wonderful. Rayne sank even deeper into her chair, questioning the thought of trying to sublime, but that normally didn't work out how she wanted so it was safer to just sit there and pretend she hadn't seen him while making her presence know. Maybe he would go away? The young woman looked down at her book and pretended to read about who or whatever was on the page. Guy turned around and walked quietly trying to stay quiet as that was what the secret places were for, and getting away from freshman and sophomores who were generally very annoying. He still hadn't seen her, and it was probably a good thing. She wasn't in plain view, but if he were to look hard enough he could see her. Perhaps. He had an English paper he had to write. The sub for Mr. Cobalt was a bitch and he hated her, but to her credit she was incredibly smart. He sighed again as he pulled a book off of the wall and sat in the corner opposite of her and cracked the book open. The spine hadn't been opened in a while, and made a funny noise like the crackling of paper. It was a good noise which meant it was a book in good condition. Those were the best in his opinion. The sound was refreshing. "Joyce Caroll Oates.." He mumbled to himself as he scanned the book quickly looking for her name, but found nothing. Another sigh was let out as he put the book back on the shelf and got onto the ladder to look for another book that could have her in it. The wheels squeaked on the bottom as it rolled. It sounded a lot louder than it really was. He felt like a kid in class trying to eat a chip quietly so that the teacher wouldn't know. It was never quiet enough. "Aha." He mumbled under his breath as he found the book he hoped he was looking for. He climbed down carefully and sat down again in the corner and opened the book. The spine cracked as he opened it. He couldn't get enough of that sound. "Oates, Oates, Oates, Oates...." He whispered to himself. "Show me your secrets..." He said in a very 'Snapely fashion. Oh, lord. He wasn't going to leave. Rayne moved very slowly as she began to gather her things. There was no way she was going to sit in here with this cranky kid and wait on him to wail on her again. She thought she had her fill of him before with the lab work and the fridges and all that jazz. The young woman tried so carefully to be quiet as she closed her giant book of great American historical figures, but instead it seemed like the sound bounced around the room. She winced as she knew she wasn't going to be able to hide anymore and, instead just quickly began gathering everything up. Time to go! Gotta get out! Run away, far away! Rayne stood up to slide her book back into the shelf, as she had gotten it off a higher one than she could reach sitting down and grabbed for her backpack to begin shoving things into it in what, to her, was a very disorganized fashion. All the while, her brain was screaming for escape. It wasn't like she was racist against his ... purpleness. It was more like she was trying to keep herself from getting roped into another shouting match. It was Rayne's nature to not have contact with the things that gave her grief and Guy happened to have landed on that list simply by being such an asshole. He stopped reading and tried to see where the noise was coming from. "It is kind of hard to be quiet in here. It's the acoustics really." He chatted with the strange person. "It's nice enough though. I suppose." He said jovially. To be fair, he was having a pretty bad day when he met her. Today was different, and he didn't know it was her. He could tell she was aggravated about something. Her movements indicated so. He used his antennae to read her chakra light. Not bad, she seemed pretty nice. He put his inducer back on, so that he wouldn't look so bad if she peeked to see who he was. "I can help you if you need help with your homework." Well, he might be able to, but he was trying to be nice. "You know they say there is a passageway from here to the kitchen." He said with a laugh as he turned a page. Supposedly in this room there was a map with all the hidden rooms in it, although there weren't many that hadn't been discovered. It was a pastime for some students. He personally believed that Kitty Pryde knew where all of them were, but she wasn't saying anything, and he didn't blame her. Rayne paused to listen to Guy as he spoke, trying not to make herself look like an idiot. He didn't sound upset, but then again he probably didn't know it was her. Was she to ruin the serenity by speaking and probably ticking him off? Hopefully that wouldn't happen... "It's almost impossible to be quiet in an empty room," she bit at her lip before continuing, "Even with the books and tables, there's still not enough here to keep the noise from sounding like a sonic boom." She wasn't sure if she should just go on and leave or if she should sit and try to act civil from across the room. She chose to try to do them both at the same time. Act civil while packing and making her way back across the room. "Thane k'you for your offer of help, but my homework is really simple. Just mind nummin'." Papers on dead people always were. Same old information sucked in, chewed up, and spat out onto the paper in different, but prettier words than before. He laughed jovially. "I think they should do something about it being so quiet. Sometimes quiet can be too quiet, you know?" He said to her as he tried to match her voice. She sounded familiar but he didn't know why. "It's not a problem. I'm really probably not qualified to help you with your homework anyway." He said a little dejectedly, but not so much for her to really notice it until later if she were to give it a second thought. "I know how that mind numb thing feels like. I have a paper about Joyce Caroll-Oates. I have to write a biography, but really why should I do that? It doesn't make any sense. I wish Mr.Cobalt would come back. At least he was fun." He admitted. He had heard rumors about what had happened, but it didn't seem likely. There wasn't any anger there and so there was hope. Rayne sat down the backpack she had picked up and slid back into her chair. "I'm supposed tah pick out a great figure in American history and write a paper on their contributions to the country. Do you realize just how many people have made 'significant contributions' to the country, but don't have enough information in any uh these books tah fill up one sheet of wide-ruled paper... Double spaced!" She felt overwhelmed. Honestly, she could have easily picked someone like George Washington or Thomas Jefferson, but she was trying to think outside the box and hope for something that might be better than the old stand-bys. Her teacher was already going to see enough about Jefferson to fill her entire lifetime so it might be better if she found something interesting, but that was a lost cause as nothing seemed interesting. "I don't even care 'bout history. Well, not American history. It's nowhere near as interestin' as, say, Japanese or Chinese history." He listened to her. "No kidding. I really don't like American History that much either. It is required by the state though, so those of us who prefer more interesting history have to deal with this crap." He said with a laugh. Her teacher was probably sick of the name Jefferson, or Franklin. Franklin was a pretty bad one too. He nodded in agreement. "I love Japanese history, culture, and food. I actually spent a great deal of time over there training. It was a completely different world. Everything was different. I brought back everything I could, as I know I won't be able to go back for a while." He said with an incredibly obvious longing to go back. "Clara Barton would be a good one." He offered. "She founded the Red Cross." He said with a smile. He shrugged. "Not too many people think of her." Rayne listened and took it all in. It seemed they had something in common that they hadn't been able to share before. They both loved Japan. She couldn't get enough of it and, oh her stars and garters, he'd been there. "Now see... here I was thinkin' she was French for some reason." Rayne stood again to try to find the index for the set of history books that she'd been searching through. Surely Clara Barton and the Red Cross were a great part of American history. It would be a shame to let such a good idea go to waste so she had to find her. Another desk lamp flicked on as she moved down the shelves to obtain one of the great big indexes, "I honestly have no clue why I even thought she was French." He laughed. "I only knew that, because that is who I did my report on last semester." He said as he laughed to himself. "Barton could be a French name though..." He stopped when he saw her face. It was that girl. Shit, he thought as he quietly started to put his things away before she saw him. He had to be nice as she liked the same things and things were definitely going better than last time, but he didn't want to fight. Perhaps if he hid his face she wouldn't see him. That seemed a little better than running out of the room. He leaned over and pretended to grab a book, but was really hiding behind a stack. "She could have been born in France with a name like that, but I believe she was born in...." He searched his brain for a moment. "Massachusetts?" "Eh," Rayne shrugged her shoulders as she opened the index on the table beside her and started searching, "Your guess is as good as mine, honestly. Though she sounds much more interesting than having to go over these old, crusty men who ruled the world way back when." She ran her hand down the pages and shook her head. "This is going to take forever. I think I'll just pull all the information off of Wikipedia and then use their sources as mine. It's much easier that way." "That sounds like a good idea." He said honestly. "I always felt guilty about doing reports about men. It is always about the men, you know? They are crusty old perverts is what they are." He said with a laugh as he straightened back out and thumbed quickly through his book for more information. He pulled out a pen and a tablet, from his backpack and began to copy a few quotes, and facts from the book. "I like Wikipedia. It is one of the best places to find information. You know, about a year ago, someone made Professor Xavier a wikipedia page?!" He said with a laugh. It was a school project from what I hear. Rayne raised her hand a and cocked her head a bit, "Guilty." It hadn't been just her, but a group of them. They were doing it just for fun and made it pretty detailed. Some thought it was funny; she thought it could help explain who he was to people who were still rather freaked out about him. "Wasn't just me though. It was the whole computer class... in secret. He thought it was rather flattering at the time, but we were told we still had to have it removed anyway." She waved her hand about as she closed the book and sat down again, "Something about it not being very flattering toward the school or summat like that. Mr. Summers' thoughts, not the Professor's." He truly had to laugh now. "That is the best thing I have heard all day. Mr. Summers and I don't exactly get along. We have very different views on how thing should be done. I would have said keep the page up. Knowledge is something that shouldn't be taken away." He said as he shook his head. "You ought to have got an award for cleverness. I mean really, a Wikipedia page about him probably should be done." He admitted. "I wasn't here a year ago, I was in Japan, but I heard about it when I came back. Professor Xavier thought it was pretty funny actually." He confided. "but you didn't hear that from me." Rayne gave Guy her own smile now that her face was lit up enough for him to see her, "I saved a copy if you want to see it. Was planning on sticking it on the internal network, but, again, Mr. Summers said no and so I haven't done anything with it yet." He saw her face and perhaps she wasn't so bad after all. Maybe it was just a rough start. He would pretend like their first meeting never happened. He did have a charming smile after all. "Well, Mr. Summers said that you couldn't put it up, but if someone happened to stumble across the information and put it up, then it would be okay?" He said it with a mischievous grin on his face. Sure he would probably get in trouble, but he didn't terribly care much for Scott anyway. Scott was one of the starers at first, and that really made things start off badly. None of the other faculty seemed to have a problem with how ugly Guy was, so why should Mr. Summers? "You should email me a copy and I will put it up for you." His teeth were showing through his grin. "I'm quite sure I could do that," Rayne pulled out a pen and wrote on her hand so she'd remember. She was one who happened to forget things quite often so a mark on her hand every now and then seemed to help that out quite a bit. "So, what's your name again? I'm Rayne." He wasn't entirely evil after all. Perhaps it just wasn't a good thing for her to be all pushy on the skin and that was what made him cranky? He was only cranky because he had been in pain, really nothing that she had 'done' per se. "I'm Guy, it's nice to meet you." He actually kind of liked the girl. She was pretty and smart. He would have settled for smart, but she was cute too. He blushed for a moment.Not entirely evil... just mostly. He laughed. "I can't wait to see the look on his face. I bet Logan will appreciate that too." He said knowing that, from the rumor mill, he and Cyclops didn't get along either. He stretched a little and wrote a few more things down in his book. It was getting late for him as he was supposed to meditate for about an hour before bedtime to ensure a pain free night of sleep. "Here," He said as he tore a piece of paper out of his notebook. "my number and my email. Perhaps one night if you aren't too busy you can give me a call or something, and I can cook some food I learned how to cook while in Japan?" Sure it was an awfully bold move, but he followed it with something less bold. "You know as friends?" Sure he didn't know her that well, but she liked Japan and so did he. Why not? He needed to meet new people anyway. Rayne hoped that the dim light of the library would hide the blush that was starting to rise in her cheeks as Guy handed her the number and the email. "Uhm, well. Yeah." Her love for Japan was overpowering her need to run and hide. He might even have some awesome souvenirs to show off. That would be the greatest! Ray carefully folded the paper and slid it into her pocket before looking back up at Guy again, "That'd be fun." He was relieved that she at least took it. He yawned, and smiled. "I have to be up early in the morning. If you need any help with homework or anything let me know." He said as he fiddled with his hair. It never laid right and he needed something to do with his hands anyway. He put them in his pockets for the moment. "I guess I'll hear from you soon then." He said with a smile as he turned and walked to the door and opened it slowly and quietly and snuck out into the hallway. He jumped and clicked his heels together. That went well, and he was more than pleased with himself as he walked back to his room. Rayne finished gathering her things together, pushing her index back into its place before finally leaving the room. Okay so first impressions weren't the best of things around here so it was probably a good thing that the two of them had ran into each other tonight. At least now she wouldn't have to try to avoid Guy when he came downstairs for anything from the laboratory. That was a relief and a half. Now she might even have a nice new friend who could make Japanese food. Score two for the fog machine. |