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( A note to JohnCollapse )

( A note to SarahCollapse )

( A general note to the school and the ProfessorCollapse )

...I whisk down to the garage waiting for Kurt and Piotr and whoever else is coming to hunt for Mystique.

I find my habit of biting my lip frequent as I mindless juggles metal spheres in front of me. It's all I can do to keep myself from exploding with impatience.

*I curl up on a chair, beside a window. I look outside for a moment, at the sunset, just thinking. Or at least, attempting to think. I find that my mind is not concentrating hard enough on anything right now, and I just focus my attention on the colors of the setting sun.*

*A feverish afternoon of drawing finally yields something good enough for an apology. It's a charcoal portrait of Lorna, 8x11, with green pencils for a few highlights. It's just her face, but it'll have to do because that's all I had memorized. It's an interesting expression: very pensive, and a little sadness around the corners. But a glint in her eye indicates more. There may be the beginning of a smile around the lips, too.*

*I'm not sure what went wrong exactly, but clearly things did not end on a good note.*

*I take the piece down the hall, to where I think her room is. If it's not her room, well, I'll just make a complete ass out of myself. I slide the portrait under the door, and walk down to the common room to wait and see what happens. I turn on the TV and take a look around to see who else is here today.*

First off, I apologize for being absent for awhile. Real life came up, and well... It hasn't permitted me to actually come alone and RP as much as I'd like to. Well, my busy schedule has let up some, and I truly feel ready to come back into the RPG... That is, if you'll have me. ^_^;;

Dammit! *Mystique whispers as she stares at the fried console and the cracked, snowy screen wondering how everything could have gone to shit so very quickly. She doesn't know what to do. That's the thing that pisses her off most. Erik always knew what to do. True, when given orders she could get things done... but this planning in a crisis shit... not her thing. Trying to keep a cool head she slipped in and out of a few familiar faces, hoping that the strength of her power would calm her...*

Since school will be starting soon, and my parents chopping down my compy time to one hour each weekday, I'm cutting back on the amount of RPs I'm in. So...I hope I can rejoin this again if I'm allowed more time. But for now... I must leave.

*beating the hell out of a punching bag, kicking and punching, letting all his frustrations go, sweat soaking the back and underarms of his grey t-shirt*

Things... going... well... John...

Be... sane... be... satisfied...

Don't... get... frus--

*stops, frozen in place, fighting back a really strong urge to burn the building down, wondering for a moment where this hostility is coming from--is he sexually frustrated? Lonely? Angry?*

Hearing that there are suddenly new sudents, Lorna wanders out to the pool to soak up a bit of sun. Donned in a jade bikini holding a soda and towel, she twists her hair up with a metal clip using her powers. She glances around wondering who may show up.

*I walk into Ororo's attic, as it's the only place I can think of where I might be-able to be alone. I don't want the kids to see me like this. So lost and in pain. I wonder how I'm going to tell them all. 'If' I'll be-able to tell them all. I can't even come to terms with it myself. Jean, lost, forever. It just doesn't sound right.

I kneel on a rug then lie back onto the floor, staring up at the skylight. I want to cry but I think I used up all my tears with Logan....I still can't believe I did that. Cried in his arms, why Logan? Mind you, he was pretty upset as well. Of corse he was, he loved her too. He doesn't love me though. No-one will love me, not anymore. No-one will ever understand me the way Jean did. She had such patience, I could be as stubborn as I liked, and she’d still be there for me.

I want her back. I need her back. The tears return, rolling down my face and dripping onto the floor.*