Kitty's World

Just your average everyday computer geek, Cubs fan, and superhero ((Closed RP account for Fallen Heroes RP Group))

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Giggles and Gossip II Kitty and Ginny

"I missed you too!" Kitty beamed as she lifted Sarah high over her head as the little girl laughed. She would have tossed Sarah in the air next but Ginny still looked kind of jumpy. Not all the repairs to the school were done yet. It definitely looked a lot better than it used to though. Instead she bounced Sarah on her knee and tickled her stomach. "And you are still a cutie pie. Yes you are." She had invited Ginny and Sarah to have coffee (for the grown ups) and to just sit and talk. Let them both do something not so important. Well...talking about celebrities and fashion and stuff like that was important! Especially if you had waaay too much serious in your life. "Hey, thanks for the dress for the Latveria thing, everyone loved it."

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Text II Kitty and Ororo

Ororo: No! Of course not, Mchumba.*

Ororo: This is just something I have to deal with. Figure things out.

Ororo: I may not be physically at the mansion, but I'll always be with you.

Ororo: You and I are connected.

Kitty: And the rest of your students?

Kitty: I'm sorry I just...

Kitty: Can't wrap my head around this.

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Can't Go Home Again II OPEN

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dailyshawnbutler:

“Yeah, that was me. Your local Bugle Blower.” He tried not to roll his eyes. Once upon a time, he’d actually been excited about his job, actually woke up in the morning looking forward to what he was going to write about, and back in those days–which seemed very, very long ago now–he’d thought he’d work his way up the ladder and actually be happy. Shawn knew better now. The top of the ladder was great in theory, harder when you found out you were scared of heights. “Sorry for all the uh…reactions. I didn’t see those coming.” He didn’t want to say death threats–which maybe she didn’t know about, since they hadn’t published those letters to the editors, but the others that Jameson had pushed through, well, they weren’t kind, for lack of a better word. (And Shawn had a lot of words at his disposal, a great love of words, but not even a quarter of them were kind ones.) “All things considered, most people liked you. And Jameson said it was ‘not terrible’ which is a compliment to us both.” 

Shawn took whatever he was offered–took everything he was offered. “Thanks,” he said. He couldn’t care less about what they were called as long as they went straight into his stomach. He was starving. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, right? “Well, I’m stuck here,” he explained. “Came out to see the riot–to report on the riot–and got ushered in here for safety. Then the doors closed. So…” He held his arms out as though to gesture to his entire being. “You got yourself a live in human until they deem it safe enough for me step out those doors again. He raised his cookie in salute. “Happy fucking holidays.” 

Kitty chuckled and pushed over the rest of the box. “I did.” There were a lot of people with a lot of stupid opinions and limited self control. Right now most of them were in government. It felt good to be...more proactive. To get out in front of people instead of running and hiding. To make a difference. “Thanks for not making me sound too dumb.” She shrugged. “Considering the usual stuff that usually gets published...” She shrugged. Badmouthing someone’s boss probably wasn’t the best thing to do. “Lots of people don’t like mutants. They climbed over out fence and tried to break in last week.” She made a face and bit into another cookie. 

She “mmm’d” sympathetically. Stuck in a strange place for the holidays had to suck. At least she had history and a bed here. “It probably is safest to stay here.” She muttered. Especially if you didn’t have powers. But...maybe she could make it better. “You said something about the fun eggnog?” She slid off the stool and headed into the hallway. “Come on.”

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Knock First || Rogue & Kitty

“Kitty!” Her voice roared through the halls of their home, their school, Xavier’s institute for gifted youngsters. Where was that girl!? Rogues hair hung wildly, wet, still dripping down her back. She had a head full of steam on and rightfully so. She knew she’d told kitty she could come and go in her room as she pleased. Rogue didn’t mind her friend coming and going but this time…a knock at the bathroom door would have been appreciated.

Rogue prowled through the halls dressed but uncomfortable in the shirt made wet by her dripping mass of hair. The anger radiating off her was enough to make those in the halls move aside for her. There were somethings that were meant to be kept private and Kitty picked the wrong time. “Kitty! Where are ya! Don’t ya hide from meh!”

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Kitty yelped and dove through wall as she ran from the incensed Southerner. She hadn't meant to walk in on the other woman's shower. She had broken her hair straightener and Rogue said she could borrow hers. She had just walked in and then Rogue had started screaming. 

“"I didn't see anything!” She called as she ran into her room and locked the door. “It was an accident!”

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Fire in my Heart II Solo

Kitty was fairly sure she was having a panic attack. Her hands, and iPhone, were shaking, a cold sweat was creeping down her back, and the room was spinning. Absently she noted that her phone had fallen through her hand and landed on the rug, broken. Kitty just put her head between her legs and tried to breathe. In and out. In and out. She wasn't sure how long she had sat like this. A minute, an hour, a day...then she sat back up. It was never going to stop. The thought hit her with cold dead certainty, spinning and twisting in her gut. They were never going to stop coming. The protesters, the rioters, the hate groups, and now the government. They were literally blackmailing Tony Stark into signing that stupid protection act. And....she wasn't so sure he would refuse. Not that she didn't trust him, how could she not after everything Ginny had said about him and the stuff she had seen and read. But...she had thought the Mutant Registration Act would never pass. And now they were here. Then the twisting and squirming in her gut resolved into something else. Anger. How dare they. How dare they treat mutants like they were less than human. How dare they elect that asshole. How dare they let all this happened. Somebody had to do something. Something to make people notice exactly what they were doing. But not another picture of a victim or a body. That stuff you can ignore, Kitty knew. She scrolled past that stuff on her feed every day. Someone was going to have to speak out. Sitting up on her bed Kitty grabbed her laptop and began to type.

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Text II Kitty and Ororo

Ororo: Sorry Kitten

Ororo: but I could no longer...

Ororo: I just can't anymore

Kitty: neither can any of us! But we stay.

Kitty: we have to stay together.

Kitty: was it....something I did?

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Can't Go Home Again II OPEN

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dailyshawnbutler:

Shawn had always adored Christmas. It was the one time of year he wasn’t preoccupied with always looking the best, with always being associated with the “in-crowd.” He’d show up each morning in his family’s living room with his hair sticking up in all directions, a tacky Christmas sweater on–the uglier, the better, and this year, his had reindeers in Hipster sunglasses sitting on a beach, and their antlers even lit up–and as he drank eggnog and ate cookies and looked around at his little family gathered around the table, he wasn’t worried about impressions or looks or legacy. This year, he’d even let himself get his hopes up that he’d be able to spend Christmas with his new found relative, the one and only Bucky Barnes. It had been a stupid dream, he realized that now, but he hadn’t been able to keep himself from imagining it: walking into the family room to find the man handing him a gift, laughing with his mom, the family all back together.

But that hadn’t happened. After racing across the city to report on the X-Men Mansion Attack, Shawn had gotten stuck in this unfamiliar building, several miles from home, snow smacking on each window, and reports on the TV still telling them not to go outside, that it was dangerous, that the world was out of control–as though they didn’t already know. He was a stranger here. A stranger dressed in some clothes the professor had found for him, his hair messy–but this time he was painfully aware of it–and a permanent scowl on his face as he navigated the unfamiliar kitchen. He hadn’t even found the eggnog yet, and with how many kids lived in this building, he had a feeling he’d never find the good eggnog. 

Shawn stopped when he saw someone else in the kitchen. “Sure,” he agreed, reaching out for the offered food. He held it up to his face. “What is it? Actually, whatever.” As his stomach gave a particularly loud rumble, he shoved it into his mouth. 

Kitty shrugged as he took a cookie and gobbled it down. There was no way she was gonna be eating all of these anyway. Then her eyebrows went up. “Hey, Shawn right? The Xavier’s School article?” She was crap with names but never faces. “I meant to thank you, that article came out really great.” She grinned. Her mother had been torn between over the moon and worried for her daughter’s safety. And that was about as good as it got. And only about a third of the messages she had been getting were death threats. Even better. 

“Rugalech.” She said around a mouthful of dreidel cookie. “Think like a Jewish chocolate croissant.” She shrugged. “I’ve also got Hamentaschen and  Sufganiyah. Black and white cookies too.” She said, some people’s tastes didn’t extend to awesome pastries with funny names. “And chips and soda in the cupboards.” Kitty waved a hand around the kitchen. “Help yourself to whatever.” She offered. “So, not to be rude or anything...but what are you doing here?”

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Text II Kitty and Ororo

Kitty: how could you do that.

Kitty: just leave

Kitty: without even saying goodbye

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All Dressed Up (Charity Gala) II OPEN

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"I'm full of surprises Logan." Kitty smirked, looked over at Logan and tried not to gape at him in a tux. There was something in her mind about that, that just didn't click. Square peg in a round hole. She took a small sip of champagne, savoring the slightly flowery taste. Better than the eight dollar wine she usually got. "I dunno." She shrugged. "Lots of famous people here tonight." Including some people from movies that she loved, would it be so bad to ask for an autograph? Probably. She was here to put a nice face on all of mutant kind, for those who knew she was a mutant anyway, and it wasn't like Logan was going to do that. He looked like a disgruntled badger. She stifled a grin behind another sip.

"It's necessary." She said, repeating what he said when they all complained about danger room sessions. "But yeah, this place gives me the creeps." Doctor Doom was throwing a party. So much was going on with that sentence it wasn't funny. "Plus if I see Quinn I'm gonna hit him." She growled.

Character development time! Give me some interesting questions about my character and I will answer.

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The Battle-front | Angie and Kitty [Wildcard]

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Angie was pissed. No, that wasn’t right. She got pissed when people used anti-mutant slurs near her kids. She got pissed when they picketed at the end of the property. She got pissed when they sent in death threats. This was so beyond that. She was so angry that the snow around her melted and turned to steam before it could touch her skin. She radiated waves of heat and rage. And what she most wanted to do was unleash her anger at the people threatening her home. Kaz was inside. Did people even care that he didn’t have any offensive powers? That, at the most, he would feel their hate inside of him like a punch to the stomach? That just being there hurt him? No, of course not. Her students were in there, terrified. Half of them probably remembered being attacked and beaten by smaller crowds than this. If she let go and let her powers do what she wanted, the whole area would be on fire. Instead, she turned to Kitty, who’d been sent out to help with what they were calling crowd control. 

“If you feel the hair on the back of your neck get hot, phase out. I don’t want to hit you with the waves accidentally.” Kitty seemed so young, painfully young. She shouldn’t be out here, she should be inside, watching tv or sleeping or talking with a friend. This was all so wrong. But Angie had been even younger when she’d started. That was what being a mutant could do to you. It took away your adolescence. “How do you want to handle this?” Angie couldn’t currently trust herself to make the decision. Her decision would involve a body count.

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​Kitty was not sure why she was surprised. Hell this wasn’t even the first time this had happened!! Except this time she wasn’t herding young kids through the tunnels with Colossus. This time she was fighting back. It would probably be cathartic in a way.

Had anyone gone to put this place on lockdown yet? How were they getting through the gates?! Maybe squeezing through the bars? Climbing over the walls? She was just skinny enough to do both without powers. But that was a thought for later. There were kids in there that were confused and scared and most definitely in danger.

Kitty nodded, not wanting to spare the mental space to give Angie a look. If she wanted to think that she could actually kill some of these people (kind of like she was butdontgothereKitty) then go on ahead. Sighing she phased through the wild swings of a man who did not know what he was doing, then slammed the heel of her hand into the bridge of his nose. While he was reeling back trying to get the stars out of his eyes she swiftly kicked his feet out from under him and used him to trip another guy. "Don't injure any more than necessary. Just try to protect the kids." She said the last three words loudly. Maybe there were some sane people in this mob.

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Can't Go Home Again II OPEN

It wasn't safe to go home. Kitty had gone home for Hanukkah every winter since starting at Xavier's, over ten years! And now her mother was saying it might not be safe for Kitty to travel by herself. And the worst part was, Kitty wasn't calling her crazy. So she hadn't booked a ticket and all the planes and trains were full. No latkes, doughnuts, or dreidel. No late night service with tons of annoying synagogue ladies and Disney movies after. And no mom. So Kitty was a little on the grumpy side. Apparently so grumpy that people were actively avoiding her. Well she wouldn't declare rock bottom until people started comparing her to Ellie. 

 So now Kitty was in one of the side rooms in her Hanukkah sweater. She had bought a tiny menorah on Amazon and swiped birthday candles from the kitchen. Lighting the first candle she said a quick prayer then checked her phone. Services had already started. Damn she thought she would never be this homesick. 

 Walking into the kitchen she dug into the back of the pantry until she pulled out the box of rugelach and dreidel cookies. At least there was still this. Bakeries in New York might actually be a little better than Chicago. Nibbling on a cookie Kitty heard someone in the doorway. "You want one?"

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cigarsandclaws:

Barely. Avoid it as much as I can. You stayin’ outta trouble? 

You still being a jerk and treating me like I’m sixteen?

Yes.

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unleash-the-falcon:

Non-stop Hanukkah celebrations.

I approve. 

Just good luck finding any. XD

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kazfelder:

I can’t believe that’s actually a question people have.

I know! Like didn’t this already happen? Seventy years ago? Captain America was there!

This whole thing makes me sick!

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dailyshawnbutler:

I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you over all of your shouting. 

Well I’m sorry but none of us want to be signed up on some registry glorifying a dead terrorist and treated like we’re less than human. 

You can fucking quote me on that!!

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What is your worst failure? Why?

Not being good enough. 

Don’t get me wrong, I am proud of all the things that make me different. They make me who I am. But...I’d be lying if I didn’t occasionally picture what life would be like if I had never become a mutant. Would I be in the same place? Better off? I don’t know. Also not standing up for people when I saw someone kicking the crap out of them.