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Post by chris on Mar 27, 2011 22:55:08 GMT -5
*It was the beginning of spring and Chris was in New York. It was partially cloudy with the sun peaking out from behind some clouds. She wore a yellow t-shirt and some light blue jeans. Her shirt had a planet and the words “It’s easy being green” on it. She just thought it was funny because she was the greenest girl around. Well in the instance where she is most plant like. But Chris had started to wear more yellow recently, for a specific boy. *
*It was nice to be away from the seemingly continues winter. She stopped at a small flouriest shop and grabbed a rose. She loved flowers and if she didn’t want to hold it anymore, she could just give it to some random person on the streets. *
* With a heavy sigh she walked, holding the rose in her hand it looked more vibrant than any other rose this season. She walked past a bulletin board of missing or lost people. At first she thought nothing of it, but something caught her eye. Stopping she took a few steps back and noticing a picture of her when she was seven. She smiled at the little her with barades and her big toothy smile. She remembered that day. She didn’t want to get her picture taken that day and just wanted to go out and play with her friends. That was until her oldest brother, nick, made her smile in only a way that he could. Chris wondered how her family was doing. But she couldn’t just drop in. She especially missed her brother, but she had no choice but to runaway. But just to the right was a digitally enhanced photo of what she would look like when she was twenty-one. She pulled out her cell phone and took a picture of it. She would be interested to see if it would end up being true. Also she could show it to Mich and see what he thought about it.*
*Chris read the paper. It had her name, age, birth date, along with other information, like eye color and hair color. At the bottom it had her parents number along with a tip hotline. This made Chris’ smile disappear. She was causing her family so much pain, but she couldn’t go back. She was twenty-one in their eyes. How was she supposed to explain this?*
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Post by Nickolass Elensar on Mar 27, 2011 23:40:15 GMT -5
Nick had been walking around New York with his dog Zoya she needed to get out anyway thing as always had been hell at Xaviers so it was good to get out once in awhile for fresh air or well as fresh as you can get in the big apple.
He had past by a bulletin will a lot of flyers of missing or lost people on it Nick had already checked early that his sister was on there not much else he could do. He believed she was dead he’d never admit it to his parents but the chances of her being alive where 1/1000 if that maybe even less 7 year old little girls just don’t survive long on there own.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw a young girl looking at the flyers that was odd most people just walked by them not even giving it a second thought but what was odder was she had pulled her phone out and took a pitcher of one of them. Nick looked to see what one….the one of his sister, why would anyone take a picture of only that flyer maybe she had seen her well her older. Nick shook his head that was impossible, but something was telling him she should go and check at less that what his parents would want.
Nick walked up next to her pretending to look at the flyers why Zoya sat right next to him wagging her tail looking up at the flyers as well. Then he turned and looked at her shirt trying to think of something to say to her ‘it’s easy to be green’ you got to be kidding me he didn’t know that there where any people who where pro green in New York with all the building there was hardly any green unless you went to central park. Well that wasn’t going to work…lets see what else she had a rose in her hand no Nick didn’t want to talk about flower reminded to much of Chris there had to be something to say well Nick figured to just get to the point in a round about way.
“Its sad how many people go missing don’t you think?”
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Post by chris on Mar 27, 2011 23:56:19 GMT -5
*By this time Chris was looking at a few of the other people who ran away. She was so deep in the thought of why she didn't notice the man coming and standing right next to her. She wondered if any of these people were mutants, afraid and lost, wanting somewhere to be comfortable. Just like her...and all the other runaways. She was actually startled by the man speaking. But she still turned and looked at him, he was hansom, a few years older than her.*
I know. I wonder where they are now...you know. *She looked down him, he was quite toller than her but then she looked at his feet. The most adorable little dog was there.* Oh my gosh, is this one yours. *Instantly Chris bend down and gave the dog her hand to sniff. *My big brother loves animals What kind is she?
*She looked up at the tall boy for the answer. She had to admit she knew more about plants then animals, but she had always had a small fascination for them, because of her brother. But realizing that she had done it...again she smiled and stood back up.* I'm sorry, I forget my manners...a lot. My name is Chris. *She then held out her hand to shake his, if he put his out.*
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Post by Nickolass Elensar on Mar 28, 2011 0:36:22 GMT -5
Nick smiled at the young girl when she talked about Zoya, zoya loved atsion she sniffed that young girls hand and then looked a little disappointed when she had shot right back up and held out her had, Nick shook her hand. “My names Nick it’s nice to meet to Chris” Nick assumed that Chris was short for Kristine like for most people and most people who went by there nicknames didn’t like there full names at all so Nick was not going to ask he knew he hated his and even more so when people tried to spell it.
He then bent down and petted Zoya on the top of the head “And no your fine shes a bit cutter then I am anyway her breed is a Papillon, She was a stray, when I found her and took her home…you can pet her if you want she won’t bite”
Nick looked up at Chris, Zoya looking up as well pleading for a little love with her eyes. Nick laughed a little only if Chris could meat his other little Zoya he knew the two would love each other.
Yes he still wanted to ask about why he had token a pic of the flyer she had and not the others but he didn’t want to come across as the panic brother who was worried for his sister who most likely was dead but he’d bring it up soon.
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Post by chris on Mar 28, 2011 0:56:08 GMT -5
*She shook Nicks hand and smiled at him. He seemed like a good guy.* Nice to meet you Nick. *She assumed that it was short for something, but if he wasn't going to ask her she wasn't going to ask him.*
*With a smile Chris gladly bent down and started to pay attention to the little dog. She was adorable.* You are such an attention hog aren't you? *She spoke directly to the beautiful little dog. Her Venus fly trap had a personality of it's own too. She talked to it plenty of times, especially when she was feeding it.*
*Looking back to Nick she had a questioning look on her face.* What's her name. *But she still stretched the little Papillon. Her brother had shown her where dogs loved to be scratched so she used that knowledge to her advantage.*
*She looked back down to the little one tucking some hair behind her ear so that it didn't fall into her face. She had to admit there was something about this man...something almost familiar. Why did she feel this way? There were some peaces that she felt would be put together soon...*
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Post by Nickolass Elensar on Mar 28, 2011 1:28:25 GMT -5
Nick was use to people loving his dog and it wasn’t like she mind. He him self loved animals all kinds cats, dogs, snakes it didn’t matter but Zoya was a bit different; he was so happy when he had found his little Papillon it was like a gift form god at the time his powers had just activated and he was unsure of him self and there she was he’d been her light ever sneace it was parsley her that made him choose the xmen over the gang because she hated most everyone in the gang but she loved the xmen and would keep running off to go find them to play with when he’d leave her for a wile.
When she looked at him with questioning look nick chouldn’t help that he had seen that look before, he didn’t know where but somewhere. But he smiled at her answering her question
“Zoya.” He paused most likely she’d ask where that name came form “it Greek I think I means life or something like that” He wasn’t going to go into why he named the dog Zoya, he didn’t talk about his family much with others and not with random people on the streets of new york .
Zoya was more then happy that Chris was giving her attention rolling over and letting her rub her belly.
“She seems to really like you” he chuckled “So Chris you from around hear or are you visiting form out of town”
Nick figured he might as well start the conversation and have it go somewhere there where loots of people in New York and most the time people did ask this.
He looked at Chris she must have been about 17, he taught she sort of looked like his other sister when she was that age which was a little odd but then you chould never really tell that was around the time Nick was not home to much he was just going to the school so really to Nick a lot of girls looked like her but this was a little different
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Post by chris on Mar 28, 2011 11:41:18 GMT -5
*She was enjoying petting the little dog while she waited for Nick to answer. But then he said her name. Why was the dog named Zoya? Then he answered that. But not a lot of people know the non popular Greek names...well except the Greek. There's no way it would have been random, or coincidence. Chris' smile disappeared, but she still rubbed Zoya.* That's an odd name. Did you think it up by your self, or did you look it up?
*Her voice was more mellow now. She needed to know. This could possibly be her big brouther, but what would he say to that. She looked seventeen still! She would be considered a freak, then everyone would know. Don't be wrong, she loved her power, it's just that she didn't like being picked on or rituculed for it.*
*Her scratching slowed as she looked to the rose in her hand. If it was a mistake she would hand him the flower, apologize for the odd question, then be on her way. She would have to get some pickles to help make her more happy, and of corce text Mich. The thought of Mich made her mood lighten a little bit. Man she hatted feeling like this.*
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Post by Nickolass Elensar on Mar 28, 2011 12:16:27 GMT -5
Nick smile faded slightly when she asked if he come up on it on his own. There was no way that he could of he in a words stole it form his sisters name.
“I’m part Greek, but I named her after my sister” he then looked up at the signs and pointed to the one with Chris on it might as well tell her why he was over hear in the frist place unstead of walking around like he planed “that’s her she runaway when she was 7 never been able to find her” he paused for a second then looked back at Chirs a small smile on his face. Zoya on the other hand had gotten a little annoyed that the petting had slowed moving her head under Chris’s hand so she’d pet her more.
“That’s why her name is Zoya I loved my sister she was always there to bring a smile on my face and well I found Zoya at a really hard time in my life and when I saw her I felt a little bit of the same smile come back” he scratched the little dog behind the ear as he spook about her remembering that day then he smiled up at Chris “that why I came over hear, I saw you take a pitcher of her poster and not the other I kinda wanted to know why”
Nick was surprised with himself that he had opened up to her like this he figured it was because she was younger and he always was able to talk to people who where younger better then his own age group. But he didn’t really mind to much it wasn’t like he’d see this girl again
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Post by chris on Mar 28, 2011 12:32:18 GMT -5
*Chris' eyes opened wide when he siad that it was his siters name. She slowly looked up at the picture that he pointed to. This was her big brother? Nickolaas? For the first little bit she was in shock, how would she be able to tell him. She let him finish while she thought of what to say.* To answer your earlier question Nick, I'm from Canada. I grew up in California though.
*She looked at him, straight in the eyes. Her smile had vanished and the little dog forgotten.* Chrysanthemum. That's what my friends call me, Chris is short for Chrysanthemum. *She hoped that he would get it. She wondered how many people he knew went by flower names. She hoped with all her heart that he would get it. She didn't want to have to tell him. He wouldn't believe her and he would think that she was insane. She was seventeen but she wasn't. She looked back down to the beautiful flower. She then set it down and the rose lost most of it's beautiful luster, it now looked more like a flower grown around coldish air. Then she waited for his response with bated breath.*
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Post by Nickolass Elensar on Mar 28, 2011 13:11:36 GMT -5
“Chrysanthemum, like the flower…that’s a lovely name” his smile all together disappeared, why’d he tell her that, Chrysanthemum was what his sister went by most the time looked her in the eyes they seemed to be telling him something that he wasn’t quit getting, her smile had vanished but why “look if your sad because I lost my sister don’t be we all have are problems that was a long time ago”
Nick didn’t know many people who went by flower names yea there was the Rose hear and there but Chrysanthemum was something different not one that you hurd everyday. Nick had stoped paying attsion to Zoya. What was it about this girl that made him think.
She was from Canada but grew up in California he grew up in California Nick looked as little confused this didn’t answer why she had token the pitcher of the flyer he was just finding conectsion between this girl and his sister witch was imposibule if his sister was alive she’d be 21 she was 17 there was an age gap there.
“That’s cool that your form Cali, I am too I moved up to New York a few years ago I live in Westchester most likely you haven’t herd of it, it’s a pretty small town in this area”
He still couldn’t get over the fact that there was something about this girl that was different
The little dog had given up on getting love form the two and had found a peace of trash to play with
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Post by chris on Mar 28, 2011 14:14:48 GMT -5
Yea exactly...thanks *She sighed, she didn't think this was smart....or safe.* I know better than anyone about that. Fourteen years right? *She wanted to keep giving hints. He would never believe her if she told him.* I'll be honest with you, my real name isn't Chrysanthemum. It's a nickname. My real name starts with a Z.
*Chris sighed. He wasn't getting it. She closed her eyes and picked the rose back up, it gaining its vibrence again. He mentioned where he was from and she thought. She had herd of it...from Wicked. A group of mutants lived there. But he couldn't be...could he?* Yea I've herd of Westchester. I have a friend who does some dealings with a group there. *That was...mostly true.*
*With a sigh she held out the rose to Nick. This was her last chance.* Well Mr. Zachausson I'm gonna go and get some coffee. You wanna come? *She stood up and smiled softly at Nick hoping that he would agree to come with him.*
*She looked around trying to find a good looking coffee shop that didn't look too busy. She hated waiting in long lines. It took the fun out of life. She was sure that she could find some small coffee shop.*
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Post by Nickolass Elensar on Mar 28, 2011 15:34:25 GMT -5
What was she talking about she new better then anyone about the 14 years and her name starting with a Z who was this girl Nick stood up when she did, giving her an odd look and took the rose. The rose was full of life and color he hadn’t seen flowers like that in years he stared at the rose for a second before he took it a small fake smile formed on his face.
“Please call me Nick, Mr. Zachausson is my father”
She offered a cup of coffee he could go for a cup two clear his head a little not only that but he wanted to talk to her more, find out what she was talking about why she and his sister had so many things in common
“I could go for a cup I don’t have anything else planed at the moment”
He pondered everything that she had said it was a lot to take in maybe she was just trying to make him feel better by saying her sister really wasn’t gone type of thing but this was too odd.
“what do you mean you know more about the 14 years then anyone else, Did you or do you know my sister”
It was the only taught he could think of now that had any logic in it at all and even that wasn’t to logical because if she knew her then why was she going by her name and why did he look like she could be related to him
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Post by chris on Mar 28, 2011 17:58:15 GMT -5
*He looked confused for some reason. Chris felt bad but he had to figure this out. There was no reason for him to believe a seventeen year old girl.* Yea sorry about that.
Great, oh and I’ll pay. *Chris remembered seeing a small coffee shop a ways back so she decided to lead him there. Also she was used to paying for whoever was with her. She often pulled them randomly into things. Once at the coffee shop they stood in line with only two or three people in front of them. Just enough time for Chris to answer his question.* Yea I kn….knew her. It was a few years back, but she told me all about her self…and her…adventures. *She hoped that Nick wouldn’t as too much. For some reason she couldn’t make eye contact with him.*
*Finally it was their turn and Chris went first, pulling out her card.* Can I get a medium black coffee with cream in it. Oh and some pickles on the side in a bowl, please. *She then moved a little for Nick to order what he wanted. She hoped that he would recognize her fetish for pickles. It had been fourteen years. She doubted that he would even be able to tell if it was her.*
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Post by Nickolass Elensar on Mar 28, 2011 19:13:14 GMT -5
Before they had entered Nick had tied Zoya to a post out side where she sat pasionlatly Nick wasn’t worried at all about her she had her tags on and if anyone every tried to take her they’d have hell to pay not only would he kill them but he was sure that Zoya would make a huge racket and bite them.
He’d met her, chris had meet his sister but it was a few years ago Nick had to know if she was o.k where was the last time he saw her if he could find her o Nick just new he’d take her in his arms and hold her close ask for forgiveness for being such a horrible big brother. He’d want to do everything that they use to do together.
His mind was thinking hard trying to understand who this girl was and how she was connected to his Chris, it couldn’t be the same person but there where so many things similar she looked like he chould be her, she was from California, she had something to do with plants, Chris always loved to plant she said her name was Chrysanthemum but that wasn’t her real name it started with a Z. he was to scared to ask if it was Zoya because if it was then that just be one more thing.
When it was his turn to order Nick stood there still thinking about this crazy girl he blinked a few times looking a bit lost “ um…I’ll have a…um a blueberry muffin and a medium expresso with a scoop of, weight a second did you just order pickles” he shock his head trying to get back to his order and smiling at the casher “no I don’t want pickles in my coffee” he cucked seeing that she was getting a little annoyed with how spaced he was “Just a scoop of cream”
He then smiled down at Chris, “So do you care to tell me about some of her adventures I’d love to hear about them if you don’t mind”
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Post by chris on Mar 28, 2011 19:32:39 GMT -5
*Chris listened to his order as she waited for her own to be given to her. When he asked if she ordered pickles she nodded, looking almost suprised, but gave him the look like "so? I like pickles." As their orders came she took hers and went to a seat near a window. She loved looking out side and watching people. She also loved to feel the sun on her skin.*
I'm not sure if she would want me to tell you. She said that there was something that her family didn't know. Also she said that she was afraid of them finding out. *That was...mostly true. She was a scared little girl. She wasn't aging properly! That's something that would scare a kid.* Nick...Your sister....is well... *She couldn't do it. She couldn't tell him, even if she was her brother.*
*On everything else Chris could talk for a while, but not about being a mutant. Not without knowing that the person themselves were a mutant.* I met her in Canada. There was a group there that she stayed with for a while. *True again, except that she was still with the group. Why was this so hard?*
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