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Post by Psylocke on May 27, 2006 14:18:01 GMT -5
Psylocke was lying on the couch in the X-mansion, reading a book. She was inceribly bored for no one was around. She had had a great day and got to know many people. It was good, for at home everyone saw her as some kind of freak and she hadn't had any friends since her secret was out.
"Oh to be bored..." she mumbled quietly to herself and put away her book. Betsy switched on the TV. Some crappy evening program.
"Susan, I don't love you anymore. I'm in love with my country." said the guy on TV. Betsy made a face and mumbled: "Neither do I..."
The soap went on and Betsy got more and more bored. She hoped that someone would show up.
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Post by Tabby on May 27, 2006 18:37:12 GMT -5
Tabby was still under house arrest and most of the other students were out somewhere having lives. She tried to talk Logan into letting her go to the mall, but after the "accident" with Scott's car he wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea...go figure.
So, with nothing better to do, Tabby made her way toward the living room. She figured she could at least watch TV, if nothing else; not like anything worth watching was on anyway.
Sighing annoyedly, Tabby entered the living room only to find the TV already on. Thanking her luck, she walked over to the empty couch and plopped down on it, turning to see who was watching the soap.
"Hey!" Tabby began, then stopped once she spotted the person; she had no idea who this girl was. Cool hair, though. "Uh, who are you?"
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Post by Psylocke on May 28, 2006 7:27:59 GMT -5
"I'm Elizabeth Braddock, code-named Psylocke, but call me Betsy, everyone does!" she laughed. "I'm new here. Came last evening. You also live here, right? And thanks for the hair compliment!" She smiled at Tabby and stroke along a purple streak. People were rally nice here. Better than home in England where everyone ran from her as if she had some contagieous illness.
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Post by Tabby on May 28, 2006 15:06:30 GMT -5
"Yeah, I live here too." Tabby said, studying the girl; how did she know what I said about her hair? Unless..."You're a telepath?" She asked, grinning. "Cool."
"I'm Tabitha." Boom Boom said, smiling. "Nice to meet you, Betsy."
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Post by Psylocke on May 28, 2006 15:08:57 GMT -5
"Thesame! Yes, I'm a telepath, sorry... Did I read your mind? I didn't mean to..." she rubbed forehead. "I... I really don't control my telepathy that good, yet... But my telekinesis is better, though! What's your power?" she asked and looked at Tabby.
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Post by Tabby on May 28, 2006 15:27:00 GMT -5
"'S okay." Tabby said, waving it off. "Mine?" She asked, grinning. Tabitha created a small, marble sized energy bomb and held it up so Betsy could see.
"I can create these time bombs, as I call them." She said, then tossed it across the room, where it landed on the ground and exploded. "They can be any size; I think the biggest I've created was about the size of a beach ball." Tabby told her, then shrugged. "Not the coolest power, but it can come in handy at times."
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Post by Psylocke on May 28, 2006 15:30:07 GMT -5
"Wow, that's a cool power! And useful!" Betsy laughed and watched it explode. "My other power works to freak people out! Your friend Ray actually thought that I'd attack him!" Betsy created her psychic katana. It glimmered weekly.
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Post by Tabby on May 28, 2006 15:38:55 GMT -5
"Yeah, useful." Tabby muttered under her breath, thinking back to her father for a moment. She snapped out of it rather quickly, though, and watched as Besty created some kind of purple knife or something.
"Did he?" Tabby laughed, trying to picture Ray's reaction. "That's awesome. What does it do?" She asked curiously, looking from the katana to Betsy again.
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Post by Psylocke on May 28, 2006 15:44:55 GMT -5
"Ehm..." Betsy turned her katana around. "It cuts through anything. Literally, except for adamantium. But I've never used it against a living creature. Only for making myself a sandwich!" she laughed. "Were you born here?"
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Post by Tabby on May 28, 2006 15:57:11 GMT -5
"Wow, that's crazy." Tabby said, eyes widening at the mere thought of it. "Remind me to never get on your bad side." She joked, then laughed.
"No, I grew up in Virginia." Tabby said, leaning back into the couch; home wasn't one of her favorite subjects to discuss. "And judging by your accent, I'd say you're from...England?" She asked, quirking an eyebrow. "What brought you here?"
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Post by Psylocke on May 28, 2006 16:02:55 GMT -5
"Yes, England. Buckinghamshire." Betsy also leaned back. "I used to live at home till my mutant power manifested and I accidently moved an object telekinetically in public. My dad went nuts and said that I'm a freak and no daughter of his and sent me here, for he thinks I can be ´cured´ here. He thinks I'm ill or something... And now he pays all attention to my twin brother cause he seems to be normal..."
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Post by Tabby on May 28, 2006 16:14:39 GMT -5
Tabby frowned as she listened. What is it with dad's being jackasses when it comes to having kids who are mutants?
"I know the feeling." She said finally, glancing over at Betsy again. "Well, no I don't. My dad just used me for mine." Tabby sighed, turning to stare at the TV. "Oh well, who needs 'em?"
After a couple minutes of silence, she turned back to Betsy, grinning. "So, you have a brother? Does he have an adorable British accent?"
Well, that was one way to change the subject.
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Post by Psylocke on May 29, 2006 4:37:01 GMT -5
"Yes, very British!" she laughed, "And he can be such a nag sometimes! Give me this, give me that, do this, do that! All the time! But he's a norm, or at least a think he is! Do you have any siblings?" Betsy zapped the channel. "You don't mind?"
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Post by Tabby on May 30, 2006 0:01:26 GMT -5
Tabitha shook her head, indicating that she didn't care that Betsy changed the channel. "Nope. Just little ol' me." She said, placing her hand over her chest and batting her eyes; then she laughed.
"So, this brother of yours." Tabby started, glancing at the TV for second . "He's cute, right?" She asked, smirking as she turned back to her. "Is he planning on visiting anytime soon?"
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Post by Psylocke on May 30, 2006 4:36:39 GMT -5
Betsy laughed. "I can ask him. Before I went he told me to get some numbers from attractive American girls, I'd say that you'd be the first!" she laughed. "Well, yeah, he looks like me, but despite the purple hair and he loves football. Are there any good channels, Tabby?" Betsy zapped over and over again. "Crap, crap, crap..." she mumbled everytime she saw a channel.
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