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Post by September on Jun 20, 2010 11:37:46 GMT -5
She'd been up since four in the morning, sitting there at that small desk writing on the world's worst laptop. " Stupid... pyschology classes." She muttered, notebook in hand as she walked down the street towards the mutant schools. She stood there a moment, once in view of them and starred in awe. Wondering what it felt like to be so accepted in a secure environment like that. " Must be nice." She yawned softly as she made her way towards Rosewood. She heard there was a new professor there, so why not go for the newbie instead of the more famous ones like Miss Darling and Miss Richards. Running a hand through her hair, which happened to be in every which way but the way she wanted it, she walked up to the door. Taking in a deep breath, she rolled her shoulders and prepared herself to be on her best behavior. This was for school after all, even if she did complain about it; it didn't mean she wanted to be kicked out. Knocking softly, her mouth twisted several ways as she whistled softly as she waited. |
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jun 20, 2010 12:10:36 GMT -5
Turning her head down, she tried to picture herself without this hat on. If she didn't have this hat on, it would mean Maura did not put it on her head because Cian had plopped it on his daughter's head to begin with. That would mean that there would be no Maura. And there would be no Cian. And no Oliver. And she would definitely not be sitting in this seat right now in her office, staring at herself in the mirror on the opposite wall and affectionately gazing at her hat, a tiny smile creeping over her face with her finger sliding over the brim. Where would she be, she wondered? In college, maybe? Doing something else? There was a steady beat against the wood of the door outside, but it was cut short as soon as she realized what it was. Someone was knocking. Picking herself up from the chair, she went to the door and swung it open, revealing a girl she didn't recognize. Another scraggler from the street, maybe? Not wanting to make assumptions, she smiled warmly. "Hi. Can I help you?" |
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Post by September on Jun 20, 2010 12:17:38 GMT -5
She was flipping through notes she had jotted down before leaving the dorm as the door flew open in front of her, heading swiftly looking up to catch a girl around her own age smiling back at her. "Hi. Can I help you?"
"Actually, you can..." She flipped through the pages in her notebook quickly. "I'm looking for Miss, I mean, Mrs... Lawrence?" She read off the paper and looked back up at the woman.
"Is she in today? I mean if she's not, that's fine I can always come back." She always had this problem with over talking when trying to get something done quickly. She was a chatterbox when she wanted to be, that was for sure. "I guess I should explain myself then, huh?" She laughed easily, hand rubbing through her short hair. "I'm from NYU, we're doing an assignment on mutants and I was hoping to question Mrs Lawrence a bit."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jun 20, 2010 12:57:11 GMT -5
Loosening her smile, shoulders relaxing and probably dropping a good three inches from her chin, she couldn't help but chuckle a little as the girl went through the laundry list of explanations as to her purpose. "Come on in, Miss...?" Prompting her, she took a few steps back into the place to invite her inside. Instead of wondering why someone on this earth wanted to question her, she was still thinking about the hat. The hat, to home, to Cian, to Azrael, and she did not know how to fully wipe her mind for this pending interview-like scenario.
"You're looking at her," she laughed gently, shrugging her shoulders heavily. "Come on upstairs and we can get started." Something told her this girl meant no harm, was honest in her endeavors, but she still should have been more careful and wary of this spontaneity. Her mind, as it was, was elsewhere, and she could barely keep her brain on one topic, let alone in deep thought.
Jesus, Cian. The year they'd planned to wait was slowly dwindling. And he was getting weaker... No more of this, she decided, starting up the stairs, looking to the girl from the University. Here she didn't have to think about home.
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Post by September on Jun 20, 2010 17:44:34 GMT -5
"Come on in, Miss...?"
She straightened up at that, closing the notebook and tucking it under her arm. "Dupuis. September Dupuis." The woman before her was looking like she had a lot on her mind. "You're looking at her," September's brows lifted. "Oh? Well then, that's great." She smiled.
"Come on upstairs and we can get started."
"Okay, thanks for--y'know. Letting me do this, and all." She grinned, closing the door behind her. as they both headed up the stairs. "So, um. Lawrence is your married name, right?" She asked softly as she followed Emma around. "Is your husband a mutant as well?"
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jun 21, 2010 12:22:20 GMT -5
That had to have been one of the prettiest names she'd ever heard. Many girls were named April, May, even June, but September was beautiful. The more she coyly stole a few emotions from the girl, the more she liked the way the name suited her. "You're very welcome," she replied easily, entering the office and settling down on a chair away from her desk. The big wood thing felt way too formal right now, and if they were going to be conversing, she wanted a more open environment.
"So, um. Lawrence is your married name, right?"
"That's right."
"Is your husband a mutant as well?"
"Also right," she laughed, gesturing to the other seating arrangements in the area. "He's got a bigger name in the mutant world than I do." What with his sky-rocketing talent, undeniable cuteness (because what teenybopper didn't go for a man who loved his babies?), et al.
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Post by September on Jun 21, 2010 12:31:56 GMT -5
"You're very welcome,"
September smiled, following behind her as they entered the room. "That's right." She nodded, checking it off on her list. "Good to know my source was right." She chuckled softly. "He's got a bigger name in the mutant world than I do." Her brows lifted, eyes wandering over the woman as she took a seat. "What's he do? If you don't mind me asking." She smiled softly, crossing her legs and setting the notebook on top of them.
"This is all for my Pyschology class, so it's all about asking questions and such. So... now that we have your name and everything done, I'm going to just jump on in." She wasn't the type to dance around a subject. She was blunt, and she liked being that way.
"So, as my professor says, Mutants and Humans are wired differently and I want so bad to set him right. I don't think we're wired all that differently. I mean, yea mutants like us have gifts or.. however you'd like to say it. But that's the only difference in us." There she went again, talking nonstop.
"What besides powers do you think sets mutants apart from humans?" Her head lifted then, pen in her mouth as she smiled softly.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jun 21, 2010 12:42:45 GMT -5
There was no escaping Cian. Whatever she did, her thoughts always trailed back to him, and now even their conversation--however temporary--had taken a swerve in that direction. Of course she wasn't about to object to talking about him, and the very thought of him being married to her was a thrill. "He's a musician," she answered enthusiastically, "but he's also a big mutant advocate, if I can use that word loosely. He's really connected with the schools, and got a big name when he appeared in the paper with the whole Hell thing. I wouldn't be surprised if he starts getting fan mail." She released a tense chuckle.
Then the topic moved hastily, and she listened closely, trying to absorb everything. September was a fast talker, but was very concise and straight to the point. And clearly was a mutant as well. This should make things easier, on a connecting level.
"What besides powers do you think sets mutants apart from humans?"
Thoughtfully, she responded, "Well I think our whole lifestyle is different. We're subject to a lot of controversy, rumors, and even some false research, like weird experiments can unwind our wiring. Some people want us to go into hiding, others want us to become the real-life superheroes. More often than not we just blend in, but there are times when we just have to do things that are different from what humans do. It's kind of like fiction sometimes."
She winced. "I'm new to this. Sorry if my answers...suck."
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Post by September on Jun 21, 2010 12:51:34 GMT -5
"He's a musician, but he's also a big mutant advocate, if I can use that word loosely. He's really connected with the schools, and got a big name when he appeared in the paper with the whole Hell thing. I wouldn't be surprised if he starts getting fan mail."
Her hand moved quickly, writing everything down as she made a mental note to bring a tape recorder next time. Dropping the pen a moment, she flexed her hand and then picked it back up and went to jotting stuff back down. Chuckling softly, she nodded. "I remember reading about that. That was crazy, huh? I was in Paris at the time it happened, people were screaming in French. Despite the fear, I found humor in what they were screaming." She smiled lightly.
"Well I think our whole lifestyle is different. We're subject to a lot of controversy, rumors, and even some false research, like weird experiments can unwind our wiring. Some people want us to go into hiding, others want us to become the real-life superheroes. More often than not we just blend in, but there are times when we just have to do things that are different from what humans do. It's kind of like fiction sometimes."
"Ain't that the truth." She laughed easily, jotting everything down in the notebook. "There was something in the paper a few weeks back about experiments in Russia, turning mutants human. If they decided to do that world-wide, would you participate?"
"I'm new to this. Sorry if my answers...suck."
September laughed, waving her off. "Your answers do not, suck." She grinned. "If I'm talking too fast, please let me know. I have a tendency to just..." She made motions with her hands showing how much she gabbed at times.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jun 21, 2010 13:04:04 GMT -5
It was awful of her to laugh at the French, but she couldn't help it. Whatever had happened was in the past, and although lives had been lost, the way September had worded it was enough to make her laugh, if even just for the sake of releasing some energy. "I would have liked to see that, all danger and whatnot aside," she said pointedly, shaking her head. Emma was lucky to have made it out alive with her entire family intact, let alone be in a different country and still have survived. "I'm sure that says a lot about you, though. Being somewhere totally new and still making it through."
Picking up on the stress of September's hand, watching the tight muscles flex after writing, she cut in, "If I'm talking too fast, please, stop me. I don't want to rush you."
"There was something in the paper a few weeks back about experiments in Russia, turning mutants human. If they decided to do that world-wide, would you participate?"
Oh God. The chance to have a normal baby. To not have to fear for her--and its--life. To be normal. To never have these visions again. All through these contemplations, she answered strongly, "No." It shocked herself, and she was thrown out of the water for a second or two, blinking rapidly to regather her thoughts. "No, I like the community I'm in and I love my family the way it is. Not only that, but being mutant has given me something to connect to in my own life. It's part of me. It's like someone asking you to give up a defining part of you. It's what's helped mold me into who I am today, and of course there's always room to grow. I wouldn't want to give up what I have, but I always like to look for new ways to learn. So I think it'd be something interesting to learn about, but I don't think I myself would undergo that kind of drastic change."
September had the ability to make her roar with laughter again, and she shook her head. "You're fine. I like what you have to say."
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Post by September on Jun 21, 2010 13:16:45 GMT -5
"I'm sure that says a lot about you, though. Being somewhere totally new and still making it through."
Her head lifted, brows furrowing. "Oh.." She sat there with a blank face a moment before shaking it with a smile. "It's not new to me. I was born there." She grinned. "Jeune fille française ici." She laughed.
"If I'm talking too fast, please, stop me. I don't want to rush you."
"Oh, no, your fine." She smiled. "I forgot to get a tape recorder. I was running late from staying behind to talk to one of my professors, and then my stupid roommate thinks she's so funny, so she kept me for another five minutes and then I just completely forgot." She grinned. Ow.. As she laughed softly, she could feel a sore muscle in her neck from fighting the night before. A hand reached up, rubbing at it.
" It's part of me. It's like someone asking you to give up a defining part of you. It's what's helped mold me into who I am today, and of course there's always room to grow. I wouldn't want to give up what I have, but I always like to look for new ways to learn. So I think it'd be something interesting to learn about, but I don't think I myself would undergo that kind of drastic change."
Her hand jotted down everything as fast as she possibly could. "Yeah, I feel the same. I mean, I use my powers almost daily. I wouldn't know where to begin to live without them." She smiled. She flipped a page, and wrinkled her nose. "That's a boring question, we'll just skip that one." She chuckled.
"You're fine. I like what you have to say."
"Aww." She grinned, chuckling softly. "Well, thank you." She laughed. "Umm, lets see..." She flipped through more pages, skimming through to find a good question. "Oh here's an interesting one..." She grinned. "If a mutant ran for presidency, would you vote for them or against them?"
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jun 21, 2010 13:34:07 GMT -5
"Oh," she caught herself, back erecting a little. "Excusez moi, then, for being so impolite. Native New Yorker over here. We're raised on the streets." Tacking on a hasty chuckle, she smoothed out her skirt, fixing her hat. Oh, the hat...
Emma grinned widely. "Sounds like you've got quite the full plate. I don't know what the college experience is like, so I can't really relate, but I do remember high school and it was--you know, somewhat similar." Because every teenage girl finds out she's a mutant and gets sent away to a boarding school for her powers and ends up having a son at seventeen, right?
Right.
"Yeah, I feel the same. I mean, I use my powers almost daily. I wouldn't know where to begin to live without them."
"Lucky!" she hissed playfully in jealousy. "Half of my powers are completely involuntary."
"If a mutant ran for presidency, would you vote for them or against them?"
She snorted, looking at her with skepticism written all over her face. "Depends on their politics," she replied. "I'm very impartial to being on a certain side just because of something like that."
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Post by September on Jun 21, 2010 13:41:45 GMT -5
"College is a lot like High-school. Besides the dorms and roomates and bigger classrooms.[/b]" She chuckled.
"Oh," she caught herself, back erecting a little. "Excusez moi, then, for being so impolite. Native New Yorker over here. We're raised on the streets."
She chuckled, waving her off. "I was born there, raised in New York, but I go back every once in awhile. Get to know where it all began, y'know?" She smiled. "Lucky!" she hissed playfully in jealousy. "Half of my powers are completely involuntary." September raised a brow. "Oh yeah? What kind of powers do you have, if you don't mind me asking. I'm a shifter, and... well I don't know the term but if I see someone performing some kind of action, I can copy it without even really thinking about it." She smiled. "So mainly it's my shifting that I use almost daily. I also have that power where if someone hits me, they feel the pain more than I do." She chuckled. If I'm sore, I can only imagine how Gigi is feeling right now...
"Depends on their politics," she replied. "I'm very impartial to being on a certain side just because of something like that."
September smiled, pointing the pen at her. "I like you. You think almost like me." She laughed. "So that's basically a no. Okay." She chuckled. "Where would you like to see the mutant community be in ten to twenty years from now?"
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jun 25, 2010 17:13:50 GMT -5
Regretting not having the college experience almost immediately, she gave a sigh as September spoke. "Now that I think about it, high school wasn't all that bad. It was hard because I lost my parents, but I loved the conventional experience--even though I was kind of a no-name, turtleneck-wearing loser." Emma riddled herself with a laugh, remembering those days. Until she found out she was a mutant and got pregnant. Oh, the good times.
"I was born there, raised in New York, but I go back every once in awhile. Get to know where it all began, y'know?"
"Definitely," she nodded in understanding. "I would've loved to have been born somewhere else, be more diverse. And to actually know about a different country that isn't so tourist-y." Giving a useless shrug, she folded her hands on her lap.
I don't know the term but if I see someone performing some kind of action, I can copy it without even really thinking about it."
Face scrunching up, she thought for a minute. "Sounds like photographic reflexes to me. But I'm not sure about the other one. I'll have to look it up, or ask Miss Richards. She's more knowledgable than I am." Why was this girl interviewing her again?
"Where would you like to see the mutant community be in ten to twenty years from now?"
Tough question yet again. She'd thought about things like that, of course, but only briefly. "Well," she began unsteadily, "I would like to see things...well, I don't know. I would like less fighting between the mutants and the antis, that's for sure. I think the educational program is great and can only go up. I'd like to see us merge with the human community more, but that's totally up to mutual agreement. Personally, I think it can improve but it's fantastic the way it is now."
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