Jean Grey

"We come into this world alone, and we leave the same way, the time we spend in between ... time spent alive, sharing, learning, together, is all that makes life worth living." closed jean grey for shield university krp

[aretuxza]

* 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕥 / 𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖆𝖌𝖊！﹁ 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫

When Natasha flowed in dance, it was as if it were the only way her body truly knew how to speak. Verbally she was guarded, physically she would shrink and fade into the background no matter where she was. On stage her personality, her sensuality burst through into the most vibrant picture of a beautiful soul. Music, to her, was like turning back the clock, traveling and returning to a previous life full of agony and loss. She embraced the music, and in turn, the music took control. She found herself in a different world. A world of pain. 

Her movements flowed with a dazzling grace that would take away the breath of every person in her audience. She could feel her soul become one with the music and she unleashed her emotions into her dance. She needed this as badly as she needed to breathe. Her entire being moved with a purposeful clarity. With each stride she made, it became more painfully obvious how much heart she put into her routine and how punishing it was for her. But no one saw the tears she let roll down her round cheeks. That was until she finally paused her dance — her eyes settling dead set on her unexpected audience in the empty amphitheater. ❝I’m sorry,❞ she cleared her throat as she wiped the tears, ❝I thought I was alone.❞

[thexjean]

Jean had been exploring the campus, getting familiar as her photographic memory did her a favor. She saw exploring as an opportunity to be able to use her new knowledge to help any new students find their way around campus. She soon found herself wandering towards the fine arts building, heading towards the stage area where she knew more of the plays and musicals during the year would be shown. She slowly snuck inside to marvel at the stage but was given a small surprise when she saw another girl dancing so gracefully. Jean found herself in awe of her movements, they were so somber and beautiful -- but she could also feel the emotion that was being radiated from the dancer's mind. It was much different than Jean reading someone's mind -- in fact, emotions were more raw and tended to be louder than most thoughts.

It wasn’t until she recognized the tears falling down the girl’s face that she felt her heart shatter at the sight. It was bittersweet. 

“Oh. No I should apologize. I didn’t mean to intrude. I just couldn’t help but watch you dance. It was very beautiful...” She complimented, her fingers fidgeting in front of her as she walked a little closer to the stage.

[thexjean]

danger room [ open ]

The past few days were hard on Jean. First she enters a new school, hoping things would go smoothly for her and being a TA was something she had always strived for during her regular days in college. But with the stress of moving environments got to her, she felt the strain in her head, causing the red head to have a shattering headache and that’s when she knew she couldn’t take being locked up in her room anymore doing prep work for her classes. She needed to get out. 

The redhead grabbed her bag and filled it with her essentials. Water, towel, first aid kit. She left her room and headed to the Danger Room. The Danger Room was a beautiful place. The walls were glass so that people could observe while people trained. But it was also very high tech. Each panel in the room would mimic a real scenario so that the people inside would be submerged in it. But the observers knew that it was just a room. But Jean didn’t need a scenario. She needed a safe place where she could just wreak havoc. It was almost a form of therapy for her. Once the girl got into the Danger Room she typed into the freestyle mode and it began. Jean took in a deep breath and flew up into the air as cannons began shooting at her. The redhead dodged them with ease, using her mind to fling the cannonballs at the opposite canons, causing the room to light up with fire from the explosions. As everything was going on, she could feel a set of eyes watching her. But she wasn’t in the Danger Room to chat. She needed to get this anger out. Even if it meant she might destroy the room itself.

It wasn’t until she heard the door open to the danger room that she averted her attention away from her focus and turned to the person who had strolled in. She heard another canon go off in front of her and turned quickly, extending her hand out and stopping the weighted canon ball from exploding towards the person. She groaned and flew over to them, getting in front of them. “What the hell are you thinking walking in during one of the simulations?”

[thexjean]

hail-ward:

“Oh, no. Another bratty mutant,” Grant complained as he slipped beside her. “Excuse me while I go rather hang myself than speak to another one.”

Jean narrowed her eyes at the man and scoffed. “Agent Ward I think you should watch that tongue of yours, rather than me watch mine. There are many mutants here who won’t take too kind to those words.”

[blackiswhiteandupisdown]

Temporary Change of Command

[thexjean]

francisxcastiglione:

Damn, wake up call, then realization and self-awareness. This was his way of giving to the kids to which he never had. A new start, that’s why he even took up a role to become a Military Instructor. One of the only people who was offered a job because of his skills, survivability, and lack of hindsight in terms of emotions. Perhaps he was too cold, perhaps his image of children was strange and destroyed by the death of his own. Had he been the man before Central Park, he’d have been the same man, he’d have taken the job and been honored. Hell, he’d be planning to include his children for the best education around. Thing was, would they even bat an eye to him?

“You’re right,” he said, not giving a single thought away with his actions. Voice as calm as the sands of Kuwaitt during the Gulf War. The endless marches, the sand snaking up and into his boots, slowly weathering his face. Up to this day, he could still feel it against his hands. The metal on his hands, the calluses being the reminder, the weight and familiar pain in his shoulders.

Snap. Snap. Snap.

Frank felt war boil against his blood. Frank felt the turmoil of wondering what the hell was he even doing?

“I used to have kids. A wife, believe it or not,” Why the hell are you telling her this, Frank, “I tell you, what. They were the best thing to happen to me. Close the door.” He paused, looking over to the door, waiting until he could continue again. “I cheerished them, loved them, before a time where I dawned in as who I am. Death came knocking on my door that afternoon. Central Park, not that long ago. They killed my family, the mafia. I had to–… I held my baby girl in my hand, eye ball stuck out of her face. My own boy, Jesus, my own fuckin’ boy with three holes in his chest. And my wife, don’t… I don’t even want to talk about that. We all carry our baggage, but I never wish for what happened to me to happen to these kids. Those who wish it on themselves, they won’t give a shit about a little cold shoulder and gruff talk. That’s me.”

Pausing, he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding before speaking once more. “It’s not because I don’t care. It’s because I care enough to not let these kids see the same things I’ve seen. Those who don’t know, they need to stay not knowing. This, this might give them the wrong idea. I don’t want soldier who can’t handle it, but then again, they told me to teach, not to lead. I’ll teach but I have to make sure they know reality.”

“To those with the phones. May they stay sleepless with new text messages. Not nightmares.”

Jean sighed as she listened to his story. So many people at the school came from so many backgrounds and with it came pain. Jean wasn’t surprised that Frank had brought his own. From his strong demeanor and the way he held himself, Jean knew even before he started telling his story.

But as he spoke Jean could feel every emotion radiating off of him. It was almost as if she was reliving it with him, even if he seemed stiff on the outside. 

“Then you’re right. Use your baggage, and your worries to make sure these kids don’t have to feel the same. Or at least help them make themselves stronger so they can get through something as traumatic. I’m sorry about your family...it must have been unbearable to even experience something like that.” Jean smiled warmly at Frank and took in a deep breath. “If there’s something I’m sure about -- it’s that no matter what position you fill in for at the school, you’ll be fine. Our main priority is the students -- even though sometimes they can get a little...shitty.”

[athenaofrp]

Holland Roden / Dylan O’Brien.

[blackiswhiteandupisdown]

Temporary Change of Command

[thexjean]

francisxcastiglione:

Just thinking about being pushy with the kids made Frank want to stop her right there. The fact that he used to train kids just as young as this to run, shoot, and kill with little to no hesitation made this seem all the more farfetched. What the hell was he going to do? Baby the kids who are tasked with saving the world? And what would they do? Ask the bad guys to not be bad? Please.

“Right,” he said softly, unconvinced, “So, is this a normal thing? To ask them amount stuff? Don’t they know not to use their phones and computers before bed? Assuming they’re not too busy breaking beds?”

Well, Frank knew his childhood and assumed that children of this day and age were worse. Sneakier, maybe, but he figured he could catch his own kin before any of this would happen. Then again, who knew. “I’m sorry, I must sound unsympathetic, but is that the only thing they have to worry about? Sleep and their day?”

Jean’s smile faltered at the mention of the students at the school not having something big to worry about other than sleep or their day. It made her wonder how this man became so cold towards such things. She would have delved into his mind right then and there to get her answers, but her curiosity wanted to wait for him to explain it himself. 

“I think you might be underestimating the importance of asking them about their day or asking them about their sleep schedules.” Jean stood up straight, hand moving gently towards the shelf, the book closing and placing itself back into its spot seamlessly.

“Why I would ask them about their day? Because we’ve had betrayal at this school. Brainwashing, power manipulation, people who almost died. People who committed...awful things that they had no control over. Hell, there are clones here.” Speaking like that gave Jean goosebumps. Was she really speaking for the students or herself? “Why I ask them about their sleep is because sometimes when they just say ‘I didn’t sleep well’ it could mean their powers kept them from sleeping, or their nightmares can cause harm to their roommate, or simply because they’re afraid of themselves losing complete control once they slip from concentration.”

Jean had to keep herself from letting loose her frustrations since the bookshelves were already at this point shaking. “One little thing can seem like a million things to these kids. We’ve had death at this school, people almost dying, people who’s abilities were taken away or used against them. And on top of that this is college! And so if for one hour I can let these kids feel like it’s okay to spill out all their feelings and struggles -- then so be it. They at least deserve someone to listen to them and even give them the slight illusion of normality. Because when they step through my office door and go back out there, they have to face it straight forward. I’m sorry if you’re lead to believe that these kids are just being brats because they’re on their phones past their bedtime -- but that’s not always the case here.”

[blackiswhiteandupisdown]

Temporary Change of Command

[thexjean]

francisxcastiglione:

What the hell? She knew– No, that’s public information here, he’d think. It’s not like he wasn’t a public face anyhow. Well, maybe, who knows. The base of the matter is that she knew he was who he was. Maybe there was more to the place than just waiting around.

“Captain Castle or Frank. Which ever seems fitting.”

He preferred Captain Castle because it made things less personal. It made it easier to dismiss from his mind as he went about his daily chores and tasks. Gun cleaning would be a lot better if his thoughts didn’t linger on certain things. Red heads for one, women another, family, hell he should see a shrink but being the Marine he was, he refuses any treatment. He was strong enough to handle it. Jack Daniels helps a lot.

“Well, Jean Gray,” he said, standing up to face her, “Jean. What do you suggest to a Marine in terms of his first day as a therapist?”

Alcohol. Lots of it.

Jean picked a book from the shelf and let it float in front of her as the pages flipped. “Well -- I suppose in this sense, Frank should be just fine. It’s a pleasure to meet you Frank.” When he asked her of what advice she had for him she paused, taking a moment to think. 

“Well,” She said with a small laugh. “I would explain to them why Emma isn’t meeting with them and why you are filling in for her. And then I’d ask them how their day was. Usually it leads to something you can dig into. For example -- one of my students told me they weren’t getting a good night sleep and it lead into a conversation where I helped them ease some anxiety before they wanted to sleep. There’s always a chance to get to know your students even if you’re just filling in for Emma today.”

[blackiswhiteandupisdown]

Temporary Change of Command

[thexjean]

francisxcastiglione:

Well, the thought had crossed his mind.Instead he had another way. Give the students a cancer stick and tell them to dish it out. Of course, he’d do it in a stairwell or outside, sit down with them. Then tell them to do some push ups for doing something so horrible to their health, then tell them to think straight and move on. That’s what Frank did. There was just a lot of alcohol involved. Inside, Frank was suffering, drowning in his self-sorrow and angry at himself for not being able to protect his family. To hell with petty problems. This is why he’d never be a good therapist.

“No on the script. I’ll wing it. Nothing too bad. And yeah, I’m enjoying my first few minutes. You’re my first visitor. What did you say your name was again?”

It wasn’t that he wasn’t paying attention. He was just distracted. Very distracted.

Jean nodded, glad that he decided to not follow the script Emma gave him. If he did, she would imagine more of the students going to her, asking for advice. And usually Jean would welcome it, but if they’ve been seeing Emma then Jean’s advice would only be different and confuse them more. 

“Jean Grey.” She introduced with a small smile. “And would you still like me to call you Captain Castle or would a first name be a bit too much to ask?” She teased, walking towards Emma’s bookshelf, curious as to what she had to read, and turned to him.

[blackiswhiteandupisdown]

Temporary Change of Command

[thexjean]

francisxcastiglione:

Being the military office he is, perfection was something he strived for, even if it was impossible to do so. Sighing softly, he stood up and reached out for the mail. If he was going to be Emma’s replacement, he might as well organize her stuff. He sort of disliked the fact that the office was as it was, all aesthetics and little practicality. Had it been Maria who survived, she’d love Emma, but Frank was the completely opposite.

“I’ll take those. Leave them for her,” he said, looking down at the envelopes.

He thought for a moment before turning his gaze upward to the woman, the red hair, then her eyes. Something about her was familiar but again he couldn’t know nor did he entirely care. She was a teacher, obviously, otherwise he’d be dealing with a nervous student.

Jean leaned back in her chair and curiously watched the man as he went to file some of her mail away, her smile still wide and bright. He definitely wasn’t qualified to be in Emma’s place at all. 

“So -- how are you liking the position so far?” She asked with a sly smirk on her face. “I think it’s a little easier for Emma to be a therapist since she’s a telepath like me, but I think you’ll be fine as long as you go along with that script she gave you.” Jean stood and took the script off the desk and read through it. 

“Dear lord this is horrible...you’re not actually going to use this with the students are you?”

[blackiswhiteandupisdown]

Temporary Change of Command

[thexjean]

francisxcastiglione:

Frank couldn’t but think to himself, why is it the red heads? Why so many red heads? Red heads. Right, focus, Frank. Giving a quick nod, he gestured to the chair in front of him. “Have a seat,” he said simply, not yet bothering with pleasantries. It was all too much, especially with the fact that he can barely read the script in front of him.

“I’m Professor… No, that doesn’t sound right. Doctor? No… Just call me Captain Castle. I’m filling in for Ms. Frost for the day. Not sure why, but they decided a soldier is a good substitute for a therapist. What’s the problem of the day?”

Frank was straight forward, direct, and not even trying to be sugarcoated with his approach. The man lost his empathy in Central Park. He’d sooner be hunted by Vulture again than have to deal with mushy gushy things. His approach with the meetings ahead: Intimidate everyone to the point of running away. Standard USMC demeanor, scary and on edge.

Jean couldn’t help but feel amused at the man taking over Emma’s role for the day. It was actually quite entertaining to know that Shield would make him sub, since he deemed to be the exact opposite of what a therapist was. Then again -- Jean sometimes wondered how Emma could be a therapist as well. 

She humored him and took a seat across from him, letting him carry on with whatever script he was reading from. The redhead couldn’t help but cover her mouth and giggle at his attempt. Jean sighed and placed the mail in front of the man and smiled. 

“There’s not really a huge problem. They just sent Emma’s mail to my office on accident again.”

[rubiams-deactivated20180118]

jean grey & bobby drake in all new x men #40 + skies & stars

“we never hug.”

“because you are so so so cold.”

[kingdomofhellfire]

A Chance Encounter: Jean Grey & Shaw

[thexjean]

thexjean:

kingdomofhellfire:

“It’s come in handy, but after a few times you have to start wondering if you should try to be more careful.  Or at least in this case, more aware when running through a crowded campus.”  He laughed at himself as they shook hands.  “It’s a pleasure, Jean.  I guess that means you’re a senior? Or maybe a grad student?  Thank you for welcoming me.  It’s a bit interesting, getting used to a new place.”

Shaw paused and looked around as if contemplating a great question before returning his gaze to her.  “It’s funny how you can sometimes walk right into a situation knowing it’s going to be crazy and overwhelming and then when it happens be caught completely by surprise.  So far, outside of the classroom, I’ve been keeping to myself mostly.  Turns out it might not have been the right call.  I barely know anyone here and everyone has been sucked into the chaos of first week.  But otherwise it has been great.  My students haven’t tried to revolt and I didn’t burn down the building when I made eggs this morning.  At least there’s that.”

“I’m a grad student,” She started to explain with a small nod. “but I’m also a TA here so my office is in the same building as yours.” She listened carefully as he spoke, the feeling of curiosity building more and more. Something just didn’t seem genuine about this man -- and if Jean had that feeling then she knew that she should follow her gut. The previous times she ignored the feeling, it got her into sticky situations and was betrayed. 

“Well I’m glad things aren’t too horrible yet. What are you teaching here?” She asked, trying to gather a bit more information on him. For some reason she felt like she knew this man a little bit. Like he was a thought that passed through someone’s mind. Or a memory.

[blackiswhiteandupisdown]

Temporary Change of Command

[thexjean]

francisxcastiglione:

Day 1: S.H.I.E.L.D. University. Boredom

Filling in for Emma Frost, Frank found himself in her office. What the complete hell were they thinking? Shoving a man in where he has no business being in. The fact that he was an old soldier, The Punisher, a cold blooded killer was somehow it was overlooked.

“Uhm, shit. What’m I supposed to do,” he muttered to himself.

Frank damn near confused himself with all of these notes. The names in front of him were strange. The fact of the matter is that Frank lost any real ability to pick up on anything involving empathy, but he was still around. He knew that his Punisher role would do but so much in the world.

Damn. Why?

Jean sighed as she walked out from her office towards Emma’s. This had been the third time this week that her mail was sent to Jean’s office instead of her own. She had been wondering why Shield has been getting sloppy lately, but she shook the thought away. It was tempting for the redhead to want to go through the other telepath’s mail. To see if she had been up to anything out of the ordinary, but there had been a mutual understanding between them that they would try to keep the peace. Or at least an illusion of it. 

Jean opened the door to Emma’s office and was surprised to find a man at her desk. He seemed awfully distraught -- probably a sub. “Hello...” Jean greeted warmly. “Is Emma not in today?” She asked, walking towards the desk.

[thexjean]

susummers:

At the sigh, Scott stuck his hands in his pockets, regretting the lack of small talk. Something to ease into this conversation. Though with their history anything but heavy would have been a fantasy. He shook his head sternly even as she tried to reassure him. “It’s not you I don’t trust. It’s these people. They’ve used you once. They won’t hesitate to use you again. And I don’t trust .. it. I’ve seen it, it’s- “ he cut off, memories leaving him at a loss for words. “I don’t know how anyone can hope to control that… thing.”.

Jean knew that from the moment she left the school and came back there would be questions of whether or not she would be able to harness the power of The Phoenix. To even be able to get it under control. And while Jean was away there wasn’t a moment that the girl didn’t practice to harness it. 

“This power...” She said, holding her hand out, a small cosmic flame forming in the palm of her hand. “It was something that used to scare me. And at times it still does. But I don’t let it control me anymore. I’ve learned to get it under control. To let it do my bidding. So if you’re worried that they’ll try to intrude and turn me into that monster again Scott, then I need you to trust me. Trust me knowing that I can fend any attacks off whether it be physical or mental.” 

[thatglamgomez]

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[thexjean]

steve-grantt-rogers:

“A reformulation, huh?” A chuckle burst forth from his lips at the mere notion, and he shook his head, still laughing as he looked at Jean. God, he’d missed her. “You really think so?”

“Well don’t get me wrong Steve -- everything about you is fine, but maybe they should throw something in that gives you better balance. Or something to help you from busting your ass every ten minutes.” She then sighed with a small shake of her head. “Or maybe not. It’s a cute quirk you have. If you were always graceful it wouldn’t be fair to the rest of us.”

[thexjean]

sightlessruth:

“She’s said as much already, hasn’t she? I mean to, if I haven’t yet, but I am, thank you. I am one of those,” she replied, nodding. “Sorry, it’s hard to keep the order intact against such a bright aura.”

“I...apologize?” Jean hesitated, trying to read the girl to understand. “Is your mutation being able to see auras?” Jean asked, now curious as to what the girl saw -- despite not being able to see.