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soothsayer ([info]soothsayer) wrote in [info]marvel_nextgen,
@ 2009-06-13 23:55:00


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Entry tags:antaeus, inactive - ezekiel brooks, team - x-men

Begging your pardon ma'am it's just one more thing
He called ahead two nights ago. He had gotten drunk right after that. Drunk to forget the faces of the kids that no one had saved. He went through a pack of cigarettes in between the next morning and now this after noon.

He wants to call Mary. Tell her that he still loves her even though she hates him for never telling a lie. Not even one sweet little lie. He should have told her he was a mutant. Maybe his son would like him. He decided that he wouldn't think about it on the drive up. He smoked three cigarettes on the drive. What would Charles say? He had no idea.

He got there and was allowed in the gate. They were expecting the Detective. Not too much of a shock. He parked his car and stopped to stretch his bad leg, god it hurt. Time to go tell Charles all about this.

Please father, let me confess my sins. I'm not Superman and I need you to help me catch these baby killers. He shook his head at the thought drifting through his head. Charles is many things to many people but he's no priest.

So he limps up to the front door and puts out his last smoke as he knocks on the door. This is his only hope.



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[info]sandcastlegod
2009-06-14 07:33 am UTC (link)
"It has. Know any of the Elder Statesmen besides the Prof?"

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[info]soothsayer
2009-06-14 07:38 am UTC (link)
"Not as well as you do. I only came during the summer for two years. I wasn't comfortable with my powers around people who led such tense lives," he says honestly. He would rather not attempt to lie. He hopes this kid can act like himself.

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[info]sandcastlegod
2009-06-14 07:58 am UTC (link)
Corey could, at times, be faulted for being excessively himself.
"Some abilities lend themselves to more Issues than others. Now mine are actually perfect for the non-tense life -- I'm an an artist -- but the do the defensive stuff nice, too."

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[info]soothsayer
2009-06-14 08:07 am UTC (link)
"That's nice. I was never really good at art. Stick figures and bad pinch pots," he says very seriously. "Let's just say my gift is great at pointing me in the right direction with my work. It comes in handy."

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[info]sandcastlegod
2009-06-14 08:37 am UTC (link)
"Always handy to have professional uses. Tried thinking of a few ways terrakinesis could give me an advantage with a summer job, but the good ideas are pretty much anti-discreet. Going to do odd-jobs on campus to pay off my sheep for now."

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[info]soothsayer
2009-06-14 08:41 am UTC (link)
He blinks a little owlishly. What would a teenager want with a sheep? He's not sure he wants to know but he'll smile in a kind way. "Good luck. Odd jobs are hard to find."

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[info]sandcastlegod
2009-06-15 01:32 am UTC (link)
Corey's sheep is being put to excellent use elsewhere, but some might find it advisable not to him started. "Thanks. Your leg okay?"

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[info]soothsayer
2009-06-15 03:48 am UTC (link)
He isn't interested in talking about sheep anyways. Though he doesn't know it's for charity. "It's fine. It just gets sore on longer drives. It's just not as strong as my other leg."

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[info]sandcastlegod
2009-06-15 07:28 am UTC (link)
Corey nodded sympathetically. "The trip from the city can be a real pain. Not as much as a transcontinental flight -- I always think I'm going to go crazy in the air that long, but still..."

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[info]nextgen_adult
2009-06-15 07:34 am UTC (link)
Charles' telepathic voice sounded in Corey's head. "Mr. Drake, will you please escort our guest to my office?"

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[info]soothsayer
2009-06-15 07:40 am UTC (link)
"I've never left New York," he admits with a shrug. He adjusts his fingers around the hand of his brief case. He really hopes he won't be offers a drink or anything. He doesn't feel like sorting through the past forty eight hours of a cup or glass in the school.

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[info]sandcastlegod
2009-06-15 07:44 am UTC (link)
Yessir, Corey concentrates back. "Sounds like it's time for your meeting. Right this way."

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[info]soothsayer
2009-06-15 07:57 am UTC (link)
Ezekiel nods and follows. He has lots of things to talk about with the Professor. He knows the Professor will be well aware of his self-destructive anger. He's aware of it too but that's why he came here, for help.

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[info]sandcastlegod
2009-06-15 08:58 am UTC (link)
"He's right down over here. I hope whatever this is about, it won't lead to serious collateral damage. Except maybe the kind I'd get paid to help fix." This, under the circumstances, is Corey wishing him well.

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