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Christina Frost ([info]whosperfectnow) wrote in [info]marvel_nextgen,
@ 2010-11-15 10:39:00


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Entry tags:inactive - chris frost, plot-"gretel"

Definitely Not In Kansas Anymore
One moment she was in a front yard in the middle of nowhere Missouri getting ready to kick the ass of captain von weirdo.  The next she was in more pain than she'd ever felt before--which was saying something given the last three missions--and then...nothing.  How long the nothing lasted she wasn't sure.  Time was the last thing she was thinking about because instead of being a nice, comfortable fall day it was suddenly ridiculously hot.  There were also guys wearing what looked like togas standing around her where she lay semi-face down on the ground.  And they were yelling at her in....Latin?

Oh shit.

"Um...hi."

Tina suddenly wished she'd been paying closer attention reading that book on Ancient Rome.  Or that she'd managed to finish it.  She made a mental note that if she ever got home, she was buying a Kindle.


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[info]nextgen_citizen
2010-11-15 10:20 pm UTC (link)
And that's quite a mind-changer. Especially in the brain of an epileptic.

This particular seizure is serious business. He's on the floor in an instant. The guards rush in, with much cries of 'not again,' and try to deal with him as best they can.

It's not going well.

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[info]whosperfectnow
2010-11-15 10:26 pm UTC (link)
Oh shit.

How could she have forgotton this? She's had a prof in history go on about it for an entire lecture. He was epileptic. And she'd just mind fucked him on the same order of how she'd dealt with the sleazy guy in Providence. As the guards rush in, Tina's face is sheet white. One of them pulls her aside to keep her out of the way, giving her a briefly sympathetic look before turning back to the ailing Emperor. It doesn't take much to realize that he's probably not going to be okay.

Christina just killed Caesar. She's sure of it.

With all the commotion around the man it isn't difficult for her to escape the suite and she takes off down the hall, trying her best not to look entirely panic-stricken or guilty.

What now? What do I do now? Rose? Anastasia? Chris? Joey? Where are you guys? Turning a corner she is grabbed by a guard.

Whatever happens next, she doesn't know because it's the same as it all started: searing pain, then nothingness. Only blackness and a distinct feeling of falling once again.

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