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Post by agatha on Nov 3, 2010 22:48:31 GMT -5
It was late around eight something at night Agatha had been much too lazy to look at the clock in her dorm. So she crept down the stairs and into the mansion’s kitchen. It had been a long week of quizzes and training. Still she was happy to be going on her sixth year at the school. Wearing light gray sweat pants and a black tank top, she patted barefoot on the cold marble floor. Seeing her reflection in it, apparently whoever cleaned the mansion was doing a good job.
Agatha’s ears picked up her stomach growling, she placed her hand upon it to sooth the rumble. It didn’t work, sighing out of frustration she went for the fridge. Opening it her large expressive brown eyes spotted the carton of milk; she’d just have a glass and head up. Not really feeling like eating anything anymore. Grabbing the half empty carton she closed the door only to find that someone was already standing near, in a panic and out of being frightened she dropped the carton. Milk splashed onto the black marble. The toaster next to her on the counter sparked, jumping slightly off the surface. Agatha placed a hand on her chest her eyes wide “you scared me!” she said breathlessly. |
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Post by warren on Nov 4, 2010 7:26:23 GMT -5
Warren was feeling a little hungry, not that was out of the ordinary he usually was hungry all the time. His metabolism was faster than everyone else's. pulling his jeans tighter around his waist with his belt Warren padded down stairs with his bare feet. During the day Warren would put a shirt on but considering it was almost 10 at night he thought it would just be a hassle with his wings and all.
Reaching the kitchen he noticed the fridge light was on signifying that it was open and in use. Waiting patiently behind the fridge door he waited for who ever it was to close it.
As the door began to close Warren saw a young girl whom he had seen but only through passing around the school. shoving his hands in his pockets Warren waited.
Watching the girl Warren could see the fear in her eyes her shriek of terror made him and his wings jump. Warren didn't was to get scared in such a small space. His wings....would destroy everything. Watching the toaster beside her spark and jump, warren figured that her mutation had something to do with electricity.
"You scared me!" she said
"Im so sorry miss." Warren stated stepping back a little. Folding in his wings tighter to his body, he didn't have his harness so this would have to do. |
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Post by agatha on Nov 4, 2010 11:56:53 GMT -5
When Agatha had a moment to compose herself she took in the slightly older, shirtless man infront of her. He was blond, with blue eyes and his body was impressive, that was not the word Agatha was looking for but she forced her eyes away from his torso, blushing slightly. She was usually ok around guys her age, but this man was much older. Her brown eyes widened once she took notice of what his wings had done. He had made a crack in one of the cupboards, and a few items, two plastic plates and a mg had shattered. Plus the milk Agatha had dropped. Tucking a brown strand from her face she shook her head. "No it's ok, I-.... I should have paid more attention to my surroundings" she said her voice sounding more mature then a young girl of 18.
Grabbing a dish rag hanging off of the stainless steel oven she went onto her hands and knees starting to wipe up the spilled milk. Her brown eyes flickered to the toaster, it was smoking slightly, great, she'd most likely have to explain that to Storm, or worse the Professor. Agatha let out a frustrated sigh "can't believe I blew up the toaster" she mumbled giving a nervous laugh afterwards. She did not expect the older man to help, but she secretly hope he did, after all he was the one that scared her. |
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