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Dog Days - Open Starter

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What the girl was saying was true; the barista did seem to have other things on her mind besides Bucky and his dog intruding on her place of work. Reluctantly, Bucky nodded at the girl and stood up from his seat. Stella immediately began wagging her tail in excitement. Dumb dog loved the rain. If she’d lived during the Depression, she’d know rain meant pnemonia and… Wow, Bucky sounded like his grandmother, God rest her soul.

“Bike as in bicycle, or as in motorbike?” Bucky asked with a raised eyebrow as he made his way into the coffee shop. The blast of warmth hit him and goosebumps appeared on his arm. The metal plates shifted on his other one and he clenched his fist a few times to calibrate them. “Because to be honest, sweetheart, I wouldn’t be surprised either way.”

He sank down into an armchair near the window and as far away from the barista and the remaining customers as he could. The seat was far more comfortable than it had need to be, but yet he couldn’t find it within himself to relax. His eyes shifted around the cafe automatically, and once he had deduced there were no SHIELD (or rather HYDRA) agents picking out a scone from the display, he grabbed the newspaper off the table.

“I guess this isn’t so bad,” he said, talking of the twenty-first century as much as he was about the shop. “I’ll just stay in until the rain goes over.” If he knew New York as well as he thought he did, showers this heavy usually blew over as quickly as they had arrived. “What brings you out on a day like this?”

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Huh. That went better than she expected. She was already thinking of ways she could sway the man to come inside before realizing it wouldn’t be necessary. Poppy could tell he wasn’t completely on board with the idea, but why? Did it have to do with the press conference that got a number of people — herself included — shot out of the blue? The girl assumed only time could tell, but there was still a part of her that was hoping that she hadn’t approached the wrong person. She didn’t know if it was the empath in her, but she couldn’t turn her back on people in need. 

“Bicycle, actually,” Poppy replied, her ears catching the sound of metal relocating that had a little voice inside her head screaming for her to keep her ears opened. That was the thing about having been a fugitive on the run — she had learnt to analyze the people around her, depending on the sounds and feelings that they gave out. Despite the fact that she hated being underestimated for her age and petite size, it was in moments like these that it came in handy. Maybe he was like her, an outsider, with wanderlust in their veins and no chance to build meaningful relationships without somebody coming along and snatching them away.  

It was no healthy way to live, but as Poppy grabbed her s'mores frappuccino coffee and blueberry scone along with her belongings, she realized that it was her life, and hers only. Spotting the older man and his husky, she sat on the chair facing his own. With a lop-sided grin, the young brunette sipped some of her coffee. “I come here pretty often. It’s my go-to place for whenever I had to study for some hours, do longer homework or something else along those lines,” She explained, putting down her drink. “I graduated high school pretty recently though, so I’m not sure if I’ll end up breaking the habit or not.” 

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5, 18, 32, 45, 47, 77

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5) Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people. 

“I moved to the Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters about a month ago. To be honest, I wasn’t too sure about it since I moved in to Steve’s place earlier this year, but I think I made the right choice. Don’t get me wrong — there’s not enough words I can use to describe how grateful I am at him taking me in instead of handing me over to the Task Force or SHIELD, but I didn’t wanna feel like a burden or anything. Besides, Wanda’s there too, so I don’t wanna be like some kind of third wheel. I might as well give those two love birds a room. 

I didn’t really have expectations in mind going in, since before moving to New York, I lived in a group home for almost four years. I did stay at a boarding school for two years too, so I’m far from new to this kind of enviornment. It’s not too bad though. It’s pretty cool to see all these people with powers and seeing what they can do, but the word that I’m not really a mutant got around fast, so needless to say, I’m not making new friends anytime soon. It’s not like I’m there to socialize anyways.”

18) Did you enjoy school? 

“Oh, hell no! When I was in elementary school, I kinda did, but once I got to middle school, those days were pretty much done. Almost all of my worst memories happened when I was in either middle or high school. If I wasn’t with my nose on a book, I was constantly paranoid at my classmates, since I was determined to avoid getting beaten to death. It got a little better when I reached high school, but that’s only because of my old roommate, Layla, who automatically welcomed me to her social circle.  

They were the kind of people parents would be really suspicious of, so for my freshman and part of my sophomore year, there were parties and some really reckless shit involved. I didn’t really participate much in them though. I was mostly that girl who would drive them home if they were super plastered or too high to even walk to a bathroom (which was most of the time, sadly). I wish I had videos or something of the shit that went down though, ‘cause to be honest, some of the things they did borders of moronic. 

As I was saying, I kept a really low profile for the second half of my sophomore year until my senior year, specially since I had to redo the latter when SHIELD took me in. When it came to my studies, I sucked it up and did what I was told. I was raised to believe that to be successful, I need to have a really, really strong base and work my way up, so my education is pretty important to me.” 

32) What is your greatest regret? 

“My great regret? Really? But I have way too many to choose just one! Do I have to? 

...It’d have to be actually listening to Leon and leaving him behind to escape. I wouldn’t even be here right now if he hadn’t saved me back then and believed in me. If anything, he was the one who deserved to be free. Not me.” 

45) Are you able to kill? Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable? 

“—...With the powers I have, of course I’m capable of murder. If it weren’t for that, the thought of doing something probably wouldn’t cross my mind. Murder in itself should be an unacceptable concept, but at the same time, if you’re defending yourself and it’s either you or the person attacking you, it shouldn’t be as bad, you know? Same goes with euthanasia under extreme circumstances.” 

47) Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love? 

“This is kind of a tricky subject, because while I do think that soul mates are real, I don’t feel the same way about true love. It must have something to do with being raised around a religion I don’t really believe in, but to me, the whole idea of true love is something that’s only in fairytales and really unrealistic stories. 

I’ve had people literally laughed in my face when I say this, because I haven’t been in a long-term relationship or anything that could lead to that, but we live in a society that’s pretty much obsessed with sex. There’s more people that pride themselves in sleeping with more people instead of a committed relationship. I blame popular music nowadays for that one.” 

77) How do you spend a typical Saturday night? 

“Probably either reading or binge watching stuff on Netflix. Sometimes even both. You won’t see me out unless it’s to go to the movies. Nothing exciting over here.”

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She laughed and shook her head, staring at the ground, but the laughter wasn’t humorous. It was a devastated kind of laugh. It was a I’ve-lost-everything-and-I-know-it laugh. It was the kind of laugh that broke the hearts of strangers and made people walk faster to get away from the sound.

002 // a.l.r. (via queerprophets)

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Can’t Help Falling in Love (Elvis Presley cover) - CHRISTINA GRIMMIE

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Dog Days - Open Starter

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@soviet-winter:

Stella The Husky let out a little whine, and Bucky reached down and scratched her head with his metal hand. Of course it was covered in a leather glove, so it didn’t have the same effect as when he’d spend hours with his dog on the sofa at home, but she seemed content.

The stranger was a young girl with wide eyes. The picture of innocence, or so it seemed. She reminded Bucky of how he used to be as a teenager; there was something else under the surface, a scar just under her left eye and probably countless more over her body, and she held herself in such a way that belied her innocuous exterior.

She had some balls to come up to him. Even soaking wet, he could tell he probably looked terrifying; his clothes were sticking to him so the bulk the serum had given him was obvious, and the plates of the metal arm were getting caught in his Henley. If she looked down at all, she would see it.

“I dunno, darling,” Bucky said with a slight laugh. “Stella here doesn’t much like people. I wouldn’t want her biting anyone or anything.”

A sweet, small smile curved across her lips as the man gently petted the husky’s head, her heart sinking when she realized that one of her legs was missing. Although Poppy never owned a pet in her almost nineteen years of life, that never stopped her from having a soft spot for animals. There had been many cases in which she had tried to convince her parents to take in a puppy or kitten going through his dog’s situation, her pleas being always turned down as she was the second youngest of six children in a family that was struggling with an economic recession. Part of her is pretty sure that her dad would’ve considered it if it weren’t for their disabilities though. 

The wide-eyed music prodigy was quite aware that if somebody her age would’ve been in her place, doing as much as approaching the man wasn’t going to be a consideration, letting alone offering to find a way so that he and his companion wouldn’t stay under the downpour. Poppy would be a dirty goddamn liar if she denied thinking that he didn’t look, at the very least, intimidating. While she carried a doll-like, innocent air to her appearance and was barely over five feet, the man was easily around six feet tall and was unusually brawny, with neck-length hair hiding under a baseball cap and a stubble that could easily make him look like a hobo. 

Nonetheless, it wasn’t her place to judge, especially when she had found herself in situations very similar to his own, fighting like hell to do something as customary as making it through the day, but that wasn’t what stood out to her. No, it wasn’t how his henley shirt stuck across his left prosthetic arm (which she could tell was made out of metal thanks to the very weak sound waves its movement produced, but she’ll pretend to be oblivious to it for now) — it was the void that ate up any life in his sky blue eyes, the latter being a mere ghost of his past self. How would she know? Because she saw that same look more times than she could count, specifically on herself everytime she would stare at her reflection.

She wouldn’t be the only one, Poppy thought to herself with a nod, a small part of her mentally cringing at the use of the pet name ever so slightly. She blamed her experiences of dealing with sleazy, hormonal teenage boys trying to get into her pants for that one. “—...Well, considering that the barista inside is going back and forth from setting everything up to close for the day to making sure the place doesn’t end up flooding, I don’t think she’ll get very close to her,” She added, not planning to give up anytime soon. She had to try! “I mean, it’s your call, mister. I would offer a ride, but I sold my car a couple of months back. All I’ve got is my bike and I don’t see any cabs around.”  

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Dog Days - Open Starter

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The day that had been forecast as sunny was instead cloaked by torrential rain. Bucky was making his way back from work and was still thirty blocks away from his apartment. He was drenched to the skin, and the sleeves of his Henley were sticking in the metal plates of his arm, so if anyone bothered to look he could be arrested within the hour. Also, his dog was shivering, which made him irrationally grumpy anyway.

He’d found the husky on the corner of his street on a day not unlike this one. He’d tried to walk past her, but she was the only living thing for weeks to come over to him, and once he found she was missing a leg, he couldn’t leave her to rot. Now, he was admittedly attached.

Rooting around in his pocket found he didn’t have enough for a taxi, which was hardly surprising. He ventured into a Starbucks and sat down at an outdoor table with his dog, trying to shield her with the table’s umbrella. Water dripped down his baseball cap, and he knew he looked a sorry sight. Perhaps that was why the stranger came up to him. Bucky glanced upwards and then quickly away again.

“If you work here,” he said, “I’ll move on in a minute. It’s just my… My dog is getting soaked.”

Ever since finally graduating high school, life has been rather strange for Poppy. It’s not like she missed being a student, but at least, she had something to keep her from being constantly worried for whatever happened around her. Not only that, but she was two days away from her nineteenth birthday. After days of just sitting on her ass doing nothing, but binge watching Netflix and being paranoid of the dangers surrounding her, she decided to stop moping around and go out, even if it was for something as simple as a quick coffee at a Starbucks. 

Unfortunately for her, rain started to pour down outside, to the point that all she could see is the fogged glass wall that was placed besides the entrance. Wasn’t it predicted to be a clear, sunny day on the news earlier? Whatever. All she could do was wait for it to calm down, as all she had to cover herself was a hooded jacket and a really small umbrella that could break at any moment. (After her near arrest, she decided to sell her car, so that she wouldn’t be tracked down so easily, but she was really regretting that choice right now) 

Just as she was mentally preparing herself for being kicked out by an employee when among the haze, Poppy’s gaze landed on a man practically hurrying to shield himself from the rain with an outside table’s umbrella, protecting what looked to be like a dog from getting even more wet than it already was. Her heart sinking at the sight, she put on her coat and made her way outside, holding onto her now opened umbrella for dear life. 

“I don’t work here, actually.,” She replied, her head looking back to see the only employee left coming out of the restroom. “How about I talk to the barista inside? I’m pretty much a regular customer here, at least regular enough to know that he can never resist leaving a dog out in the rain,” She explained, her soul aching at the duo’s struggle. “Besides, it doesn’t look like it’s gonna stop anytime soon.”

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69, 78, 87

GET THE KNOW MY CHARACTER | STATUS: ACCEPTING

69) Do you care what others think of you?

“To a certain extent, I do, but only in more serious situations. Besides that, I try to not let the thoughts of others affect me that much. I’d rather not bother with random rumors, even if it’s not as easy as it sounds.” 

78) What makes you laugh? 

“Puns — no matter how lame they are —, memes, pranks when they’re not too extreme, and the misfortune of others pretty much.” 

87) If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? 

“Just one? Do my powers count? I’d probably change how easy it’s for me to hold grudges. Not for tiny, everyday things, but I’ve been fucked over a good amount of times to not be able to completely let go.”  

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get to know my character meme

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What is your full name?

Where and when were you born?

Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)

Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?

Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.

What is your occupation?

Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.

To which social class do you belong?

Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?

Are you right- or left-handed?

What does your voice sound like?

What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?

What do you have in your pockets?

Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?

How would you describe your childhood in general?

What is your earliest memory?

How much schooling have you had?

Did you enjoy school?

Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?

While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them.

While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

As a child, what were your favorite activities?

As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?

As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like?

When and with whom was your first kiss?

Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?

If you are a supernatural being (i.e. mage, werewolf, vampire), tell the story of how you became what you are or first learned of your own abilities. If you are just a normal human, describe any influences in your past that led you to do the things you do today.Part 3: Past Influences

What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?

Who has had the most influence on you?

What do you consider your greatest achievement?

What is your greatest regret?

What is the most evil thing you have ever done?

Do you have a criminal record of any kind?

When was the time you were the most frightened?

What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?

If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?

What is your best memory?

What is your worst memory?Part 4: Beliefs And Opinions

Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic?

What is your greatest fear?

What are your religious views?

What are your political views?

What are your views on sex?

Are you able to kill? Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable?

In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do?

Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love?

What do you believe makes a successful life?

How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)?

Do you have any biases or prejudices?

Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it?

Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)?Part 5: Relationships With Others

In general, how do you treat others (politely, rudely, by keeping them at a distance, etc.)? Does your treatment of them change depending on how well you know them, and if so, how?

Who is the most important person in your life, and why?

Who is the person you respect the most, and why?

Who are your friends? Do you have a best friend? Describe these people.

Do you have a spouse or significant other? If so, describe this person.

Have you ever been in love? If so, describe what happened.

What do you look for in a potential lover?

How close are you to your family?

Have you started your own family? If so, describe them. If not, do you want to? Why or why not?

Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help?

Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why?

If you died or went missing, who would miss you?

Who is the person you despise the most, and why?

Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict?

Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations?

Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not?

Do you care what others think of you?Part 6: Likes And Dislikes

What is/are your favorite hobbies and pastimes?

What is your most treasured possession?

What is your favorite color?

What is your favorite food?

What, if anything, do you like to read?

What is your idea of good entertainment (consider music, movies, art, etc.)?

Do you smoke, drink, or use drugs? If so, why? Do you want to quit?

How do you spend a typical Saturday night?

What makes you laugh?

What, if anything, shocks or offends you?

What would you do if you had insomnia and had to find something to do to amuse yourself?

How do you deal with stress?

Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan?

What are your pet peeves?Part 7: Self Images And Etc.

Describe the routine of a normal day for you. How do you feel when this routine is disrupted?

What is your greatest strength as a person?

What is your greatest weakness?

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

Are you generally introverted or extroverted?

Are you generally organized or messy?

Name three things you consider yourself to be very good at, and three things you consider yourself to be very bad at.

Do you like yourself?

What are your reasons for being an adventurer (or doing the strange and heroic things that RPG characters do)? Are your real reasons for doing this different than the ones you tell people in public? (If so, detail both sets of reasons…)

What goal do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime?

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

If you could choose, how would you want to die?

If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left.

What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death?

What three words best describe your personality?

What three words would others probably use to describe you?

If you could, what advice would you, the player, give to your character? (You might even want to speak as if he or she were sitting right here in front of you, and use proper tone so he or she might heed your advice…)

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It isn’t until she gets a text message from Foggy that she notices how long she’s been lost in thought, the time blinking at her at the top of her phone screen. Three hours just looking over files, her own finds, trying to figure out which piece she is missing, trying to form the answers in her tired and overworked brain. 

This will probably be the last time Poppy rode a bike in Central Park. Last time she checked, it was a relatively quiet, peaceful place, but when a young man in a skateboard sped right towards her with no warning, the two crashed, sending her flying off her back to land face first in the pavement, the bicycle falling on the back of her head. If it hadn’t been for him laughing at her pain, she would have just thought of this as an accident, but now? She was fucking furious, and screaming profanities at him.

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He hummedsoftly. Yeah, high school had been pure hellto him until the past year, and that had only changed because it was thetime he’d understood more about himself and found an anchor to keep him going.“Not like I’d want to go back, though. But I used to see graduation as myfree pass and now I’m even more confused.” Billy shook his head. Somewould say he complained too much when he didn’t have a right to, but the girlhad started talking about, he was only taking the opportunity to bond.

“Well,we can try.“ He shrugged, trying to be a bit more optimistic. "If weget there and it sucks, we’re already adults, we can choose another path.”It wasn’t that easy and the prospectof being an adult was indeed scary. “Are you planning to get out of NewYork or stay around?”

“Oh, hell no. I wouldn’t either. I don’t think anybody would though. Jesus, this is like a twelfth grade life crisis.” The mere thought made the youthful-looking girl let out a groan. “Why are crises a thing? Talk about a conscience guilt trip.” The more Poppy, the more she realized how much she was really complaining, but she didn’t give a damn. There had been so many events in her life that made her believe she’d be better off dropping out than being held back for more than a year. Furthermore, with other shenanigans taking place during the last two years, she knew she had the right to be a stereotypical teenager and whine to her heart’s content. 

“...Well, that’s a good point. I doubt it’d be as easy as you put it, but hey, at least it’d be more sociably acceptable to do so now, so that’s an advantage,” Poppy added, shaking her head in response. “I’ll probably stay around, to be honest. I’ve only been living around here since, like...mid December, I think. Besides, I’d like to settle down in one place after moving around so much. Being a nomad isn’t exactly economical, unlike what Instagrammers may think.” Great job, genius. You basically just told him you’ve been practically homeless for these last years, she mentally scolded herself. “How about you? I’m Poppy by the way.

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13, 27, 29

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13) Do you believe in love? 

Answered here 

27) Do you plan on moving out within the next year?

“Maybe, I don’t know yet. It depends on whether I do go to college or not, but considering that I’m really short on money, I’m not so sure.” 

29) How many TRUE friends do you have? 

I don’t think I have any, really. I’m working on it.

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10, 23, 34

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10) Are you a heavy sleeper?

Answered here 

23) What are you NOT looking forward to? 

“Picking a college, if I decide to go to own, and graduating. A lot of shit has gone down during the last month or so. After getting shot on my arm, I’d rather be safe than sorry.” 

34) How late did you stay up last night and why? 

“I’d say ‘till around three or four o’clock, partly because I couldn’t sleep and partly because I was searching colleges and alternatives to that.”

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13, 28, 41

SHOOT | STATUS: ACCEPTING

13) Do you believe in love? 

“I don’t see why not, but there’s more than just romantic love. I personally believe more in the platonic kind of love though.” 

28) Are you are forgiving person? 

“As long as it’s little and unintentional mistakes, then sure. Otherwise, I try to not bother much. I tend to second guess if I feel like somebody’s not really sorry. Doesn’t take me much time to figure that out.” 

41) What is your all-time favorite romance movie? 

“Nothing can beat (500) Days of Summer for me. Enough said.”

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5, 10, 15, 20, 25

SHOOT | STATUS: ACCEPTING

5) Do you chew on your straws? 

“Ew! Hell no! Most of them are covered in dust, but even if I cleaned one before using it, the thing could still be dusty. You never know.” 

10) Are you a heavy sleeper? 

“Most of the time, not really. I tend to try to sleep more than I actually sleep, but it would take me to have gone through a really long day or some sort of test to sleep like that. When I do, however, I sleep like a baby.” 

15) Who was the last person you talked to? 

“—…I think it was Mr. Xavier, I believe…the day I nearly fell to my death. Yep, it was definitely him.” 

20) Do you secretly like someone? 

“Does Jean from that Starbucks count? No, I don’t think so.” 

25) Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you they loved you, and meant it? 

“Well, I never dated somebody long enough for them to be considered my boyfriend, so no.”

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a push in the right direction // poppy & charles

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@thetelepcth:

         Since he was eight years old, Charles had never experienced true silence ( he tried to ignore that period he had taken that serum that would not only make his legs work but also cease his mutation altogether, after all, that time was behind him ). It was odd that for a big majority of the time growing up, Charles was in everybody’s mind, and still he had been so lonely. Raven came to him as a blessing and that helped him overcome his loneliness and become more talkative, making new friends, bonding with other people. The bad part about it was that because he could hear their thoughts, he often found out if these people were truly his friends or not. Nowadays he could deal with these things better and he even managed to build walls in his own mind to keep it away from other’s. But, hell, he hated the silence. It was so deafening, so constricting, so u n n a t u r a l to him. Not hearing to people’s thoughts made him extremely anxious, his instincts kicking in and telling him that it felt wrong.

          However, Charles could leave without other sounds. He often got lost in his thoughts or in other people’s thoughts and he simply couldn’t hear a thing around him anyway. So sounds, real sounds, weren’t all that important to Charles. That day, for example, Charles was completely lost in his thoughts, everyone else’s thoughts in the back of his mind and sometimes he would catch something thought with a lot of passion, but he wasn’t really focused on sounds or anything around him until he heard someone screaming in his mind. Well, actually it seemed the person was screaming inside her own mind so it was enough for Charles to pick it up and, worriedly, look through the girl’s eyes and feel what she felt and God that sound was so l o u d. He noticed then that the girl was about to fall off a rooftop ledge and he stopped her movements altogether as he tried to calm her mind.

                    { Calm your mind, Poppy, you need to focus. }

          He said in her mind as he started making his way to the rooftop to find the girl. It was curious that the girl wasn’t a mutant, Charles would have caught on on that, but still, it was obvious she had a power within herself. When he finally reached the rooftop, he used his mutation only to make her give a few steps away from the edge of the rooftop and then let go of her completely. ❝I’m so sorry I was in your mind, I don’t usually do that, but your mind was so… intense and frightened, I had to help.❞ Charles was so sure she had been the one to make that sound she was hearing previously, but he didn’t want to go into her mind to check it again, so he sighed and extended a hand to her. ❝I’m Charles Xavier. I don’t know if you’ve heard of me, but I’m the headmaster and a professor at the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters. And if I had to guess, I’d say you are quite gifted, aren’t you? Not… a real mutation, though.❞ The last part he said mostly to himself as he pondered what could it be.

Suddenly, her petite form froze out of nowhere, the current state of it greatly contrasting with the hurricane of emotions that were running through her insides and her loud cries. Well, that was until it wasn’t just a buzzing noise from hell she heard anymore — somebody was talking to her mind. Now, she was just confused in a whole other level. Whoever was communicating with her somehow knew her name, but as far as she could remember, she hadn’t met people with a Brtish accent. This man sounded way too calm given the situation, but maybe, he was doing so for a reason. Besides, what other choice did she have? 

{ — O-okay, okay! How do I even...is this when I’m supposed to count sheep?! } 

That was meant to be a rheotorical question more than anything, but she did so anyways as she took slow, deep breaths. Once she got to the first ten, her body started moving again, but this time, her movements were slower and calculated, aiming to move away from the edge every so slightly until she was dropped back to safety, landing unexpectedly on her back. Rubbing the back of her neck, she looked up to the owner of the voice that once found its way to her head, her savior. “It’s okay. You saved my life. If you hadn’t, I probably would’ve split my head open. It’s just...how much did you see exactly?” Poppy asked, reaching for her backpack and lighter before reaching for the man’s hand, pulling herself upwards to finally stand up. 

She didn’t feel comfortable asking that, but she had to know. How deep did he dig into her mind? Even being a month shy of her nineteenth birthday, Poppy had seen the horrors of a miracle-ridden world she had been thrown into without her consent. She knew too much, saw too much. More than a girl her age should. There was nobody who knew the full extent of how she got this far, so the mere thought of somebody possibly knowing all of that by entering her mind terrified her. When Charles finally introduced himself, Poppy was at a loss of words, shaking his hand briefly before pulling away. “I haven’t, but I’ve heard of the school before. Don’t know much about it though.” Oh, boy. She had some explaining to do, but how could she explain what she didn’t know? “No, not really...Well, I have no idea. All I know is that I wasn’t born with it.”

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