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Mar 23 2018, 02:42 PM
Cessily’s left hand drummed lazily on her belly, her right occupied with her phone as she hashed out a Spotify playlist to fit her current mood. A little Destiny’s Child, some Brandy, un poco Monica… The luscious soulful sounds of her nineties ladies were a sure fire way to put Cess in a good mood. And given the sea of bullshit she and the rest of the X-Men had waded through in the Savage Land, now was as good a time as any to focus on relaxation and recuperation. It had been nearly two weeks since their return, but Cess hadn’t fully been able to shake everything that happened in that otherworldly land. What transpired between Null and her out there was something that had brought some inconvenient truths up for Cessily. Things she’d need to address sooner rather than later if she had plans of keeping up with the pace of danger and peril that this place seemed to attract. She was nowhere near as invulnerable as she’d assumed, as was evident when the crippling current of electricity passed through her.
That realization had prompted her Danger Room appointment for tomorrow, which she should get to bed shortly for if she knew what was good for her. Nodding her head to the beat of the music pumping through her head phones, Cess added one last song to the playlist before pressing pause and tugging the large headphones off her ears... Just in time for the loud thud from the floor above her to make Cess jump. A crease formed between her ginger brows, deepened by the second loud bang and further cacophonous crashes from what she assumed to be the staff quarters above.
Typically, this wouldn’t be cause for too much alarm. But with the track record at Xavier’s there was no telling what might be going on up there. Or what kind of perilous fallout would come raining down on her. Snapping upright in the bed, Cessily swung her feet around to stand and made her way over to the doorway. Illy had been gone for much of the day, doing God knows what with some nondescript increment of blood. Peeking her head out into the hallway, Cess looked for signs of life and another soul to check in with.
“Yo! Everyone alright?” She called out to the rest of the student floor from the hallway. There was no sign of an explosion, no dusting of freshly broken plaster. “What was that?” Cess called to the first soul who would hear her. Was it the right time to panic? The ambiguity of her current situation had the redhead at a loss for what to do, and just how concerned she should be about the apparent fight going on above them. Slate
Vs. The Door wasn’t the typical main event to grace the school, so until she realized just how one sided the bout was Cess couldn’t help but be shaken. Was it the Brotherhood again? A wayward T-Rex that had followed their scent from the Savage Land? Aliens?
Honestly, given her track record so far here, there was little that could come knocking that would surprise her.
((OOC: Open to NM reactions. Darkchylde
for mention ))
Mar 16 2018, 08:29 AM
With only a few days since her return from the Savage Land, Cess was still working on getting back into the swing of things. Making that a bit more difficult was the fact that upon her return, her room was no longer just hers. A new student had moved in, which ordinarily would have Cessily giddy at the prospect of talking her ear off, but this new student was a bit… more peculiar than most. Upon walking in on what by all visual accounts appeared to be some sort of blood ritual, Cess made a hard 180 on the spot and served herself a few deep breaths. Life at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters legitimately never had a dull moment, and the gravity of that fact was ever present.
So, Cess had come to the realization that her options were to fight it and hide, or embrace it and prepare. Given what had happened back in the Savage Land, the decision was an easy one to make. If she wanted to feel safe and secure and maybe even fulfilled here, she needed to adapt. Which for some strange reason had now landed her in the kitchen, scouring the cabinets for anythings he deemed useful. The goal of this impending obstacle course was to acquaint Cess more with the fluidity of her liquid form. Her time at the school so far had seen her working to hold onto the parts of her that were human. Now it had become even more gravely clear that she’d have to grow as a mutant if she wanted to stay afloat here.
A cacophonous ruckus clanged from the student kitchen as Cess stretched upward and pulled a metal colander from one of the high cabinets. She examined it for a moment before deeming it suitable, then placed it next to the large glass vase she’d found dusty and unused a few moments before. The girl’s elongated silver form flowed back to normal as she brought a hand up to her mouth to drum fingers pensively on her lips. Chrome eyes opened wide as the thought of her next obstacle struck her and she began pulling various drawers open to find it. Seeing as Cess never needed to make a meal here, she had no idea where anything was.
Finally, after five or so drawers, she found the potato masher she was in search of. Cessily eyed it discerningly before giving the strangle tool an approving nod and tossing it into the colander. Placing her hands on her hips, Cess gave the kitchen one more look over before she made her way back to her room to set up her afternoon’s training activity. The danger room would be a more ideal place for this, and likely a simpler process, but she wasn’t ready to step into the deep end so soon after what had happened last week. Her ginger brows furrowed in consideration, the girl so lost in thought and planning that she hadn’t noticed someone else come into the room.Gentle
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Jan 14 2018, 11:14 AM
The erratic and at times unseasonably warm weather of Westchester had thrown Cessily for a loop, but she’d be hard pressed to complain about 70 degrees and sunny in February. The cold rain and snow didn’t bother the Portland native in the least, but she wasn’t as fortunate in finding many others who wanted to do stuff outside in the dead of a New York winter. Today’s turn in temperature resulted in a great opportunity to enjoy the grounds, and by the time class let out on Friday she was all over it. Never one to believe a weather report, Cessily hadn’t bothered texting Tommy to hang out before hand until she’d popped onto the ground to see herself.
-Yo! It’s gorgeous out! Come down to the bball courts and shoot some hoops with me,- she thumbed to Tommy’s phone with one hand, the other bouncing the ball down the path toward the courts. She’d been looking forward to the weekend all school week, that precious sixty hours or so of free time where she could partially forget about school and enjoy the marvelousness of Xavier’s. Right now, Speed
was at the top of her lists of people with whom to kick it. Aside from the fact that he was gorgeous, charming, and had one of the most badass powers a mutant could ask for, hanging out with Tommy felt like hanging out with an old friend. In the month since they’d met in the kitchen, Cessily always left Tommy’s company with an excess of belly laughs, persistent giggles, and butterflies. If the girl wasn’t so chicken shit and painfully prude, she’d have made a move by now.
Making her way onto the large and immaculately maintained outdoor basketball courts, Cess began dribbling the ball around and through her legs, brushing off the rust from the last time she’d played. It was months ago now… the very day her mutation had manifested, but thankfully for Cess basketball didn’t remind of her of that night. It reminded her of her family… of her father. She’d spent countless hours growing up learning the ins and outs of a game she’d never willingly play, but basketball was her main means of connecting with her Dad. What might have hurt to think about a month ago was steadily warming into nostalgic remembrance of her family. The people she still believed, somewhere deep beneath the glaring truth of the matter, would someday answer her calls and bring her back home.
Lobbing the ball up to the hoop for a layup, Cess delighted in the warmth of the afternoon sunlight and the familiar rhythm of the basketball against the court’s floor. Knowing Tommy, Cess wouldn’t have to wait too long for a yay or nay to her proposition. Surely the rule-breaking-free experience of playing basketball on a sunny day might not have the same draw as Tommy’s more exciting pursuits, but there was still the draw of pretty-girl-who-likes-me to entice the Speedster. And, you know, the lovely feeling of zero risk for getting into trouble that put straight-laced-Cess at ease.
Jan 9 2018, 11:37 PM
How Cessily managed to get through each day without catastrophic failure was beyond her. Give her a small window to study, a scantron, and a freshly sharpened number two pencil and the girl was a phenom. But tell her to go throughout her day without leaving random personal items in a mystery trail behind her and she was a lost cause. So far Cess had everything but her headphones, which based on process of elimination had to be somewhere in the rec room. Without much else to do but go back to her room and start on homework, Cess bee-bopped into the lounge just in time to watch a bruised and broken Glitch
struggle with his cigarette.
Cessily was typically the first girl to matter-of-factly explain that smoking was not only against the rules inside the school but it was also terrible for him and he was way too young to even buy them in the first place. But damn, did Luca look pathetic. Balancing on crutches and half leaned against the wall for stability, he faltered with the lighter, wincing and cursing as it slipped through his fingers and almost fell to the ground. The redhead’s lips had parted in preparation for her protest, but pressed into a worried frown at the sight of Luca. She’d heard what happened… Everyone around the school did. The Beta’s had earned a reputation early on for being particularly hooliganly, and Cess wanted no part in it. From the looks of Luca, he’d bitten off way more than he could chew and was really feeling the consequences.
A near audible groan rumbled in Cessily’s throat as her heart was at odds with her head. She was actually considering helping him… Smoke cigarettes at school? After asking herself the proverbial question of “Am I going to get in trouble for this?” Cessily resolved to agree that the answer most likely was not really. Striding forward she waved away his latest feeble attempt to create fire before deftly snatching the lighter from his bandaged hands. “Let me help,” Cess offered, easily flicking the lighter to life and holding it out for Luca to lean the cigarette into.
When it was lit she withdrew the flame and scrunched her nose in protest to the acrid smell of smoke. “This is the part where I lecture you on what a terrible habit this is,” she informed brightly, stopping herself there as it would be counter intuitive to her complicit role in this bout of rule-breaking. “You got nicked up pretty good, there. How ya feelin’?” She asked, auburn brows knitting together as she surveyed his injuries from up close. Cess had to stifle a wince, for one in a long while not missing the qualities of flesh and bone. She’d heard a mess of not so great things about this kid, but it didn’t feel good to see anybody so wrecked. Perhaps this would be her opportunity to get to know Luca for herself.
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Nov 1 2017, 12:32 PM
Gloveless silver hands tugged firmly on the laces of her ice skates, making them properly snug before Cessily tied them into a double knot, stood, and tested her weight on the blades. The biting cold of mid-January’s air wasn’t a problem due to her new mutation, her sensitivity to hot and cold diminished for the most part as far as she could tell. Even so, Cessily took the opportunity to wear her winter gear, the pesky x-gene no match for her intrinsic need to dress well and accessorize. A chunky, loose-knit scarf draped around her neck and shoulders, an emerald green knee length winter coat enveloping most of her form. Though the young mutant didn’t exactly feel great about this turn her entire life had taken, she was beginning to at least look
a little more like herself now that she’d been pressured into leaving the sanctity of her room.
“Chronically early” had been used to describe Cessily since she was a young girl. Obsessed with punctuality and often distressed by her family’s lack of it, she had gotten in the habit of turning the anxiety she felt from showing up late to events with them into a propensity for showing up awkwardly early. This afternoon was no different, as the plan she’d made to meet Shadowcat
at the frozen lake wasn’t supposed to happen for another few minutes. Cess took this time to enjoy the solitude of the school’s grounds, her anxiety about the imminent meeting held at bay by the expanse of well maintained property before her. Since arriving to Xavier’s a few days before, she hadn’t gotten the best impression of the place. Cessily had watched with some of the other students when the inauguration went to shit, and had stayed hidden in her room when chunks of plaster began to fall from the ceiling due to Berto’s episode.
Wherever her parents had sent her, this place felt more like an asylum right now than an institute for the gifted.
With a soft sigh, Cessily pushed off and glided forward, the free feeling of skating working to lift the weight of these last few weeks from her shoulders. It was a familiar sensation, something she’d done with her parents as long as she could remember. The relentless rain of Portland winters meant all of her ice skating experience was spent indoors, making this particularly picturesque moment on Breakstone Lake especially memorable.
Kitty’s persistence in working to get Cessily out of her room was an admirable testament to the positivity of Ms. Pride, yet the mercurious mutant couldn't be sure what this interaction would be like. Cess wasn’t exactly the ball of sunshine she used to be, and cutting through the layers of discontent with her situation would be quite the feat for anyone. Gliding out into the center of the ice, Cessily sat herself down and laid flat on her back, closing her eyes and tuning into the sounds around her. A clear head and an open heart would be the only way to gain ground in this new place, and staying holed up in her room wasn’t going to change any of the facts now. Resolving now to be hopeful instead of pessimistic, Cessily took another deep breath, this one doing a better job at quelling the tightness that had knotted itself in her chest since she agreed to this meeting in the first place.
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