13279/Bazzar Aftermath
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| Bazzar Aftermath | |
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| Date of Scene: | 15 May 2021 |
| Location: | Apple Park - Salem Center |
| Synopsis: | Gray follows Rosie. Rosie is beginning to go into Crisis mode, insists Gray is not evil. |
| Cast of Characters: | Antigravity, Gray
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- Antigravity has posed:
Rosie had discarded her phone. She knew there was a chip in it. She knew they could track her.
She knew there was a mutant with big claws who was the best at what he did -- which wasn't very nice. And she wasn't dumb.
She was dangerous. She couldn't be trusted. Her mind was spiraling with all the things she could not be, and all the things she was.
Angry.
Damaged.
A Murderer. She ran until she could get clear of the crowds, and then she took off, flying low against the trees. Branches and boughs whipped at her, knocking against her arms and legs until she found herself a bit in the woods near the Renn Faire grounds, her whole body wracked with sobbing, her hands and arms over her head. If she flew low, could they still track her by scent? Could she out-manuver Cannonball?
- Gray has posed:
This. Is. BAD. Still hiding behind his veil, Gray chases after the panicking girl. He hasn't thrown out his phone, but it's useless after being fried by Jeremy. Maybe it'll boot back up, but maybe not. Either way, he's still not used to having a phone on him and it doesn't occur to him to do anything with it.
The only thing that occupies his thoughts is Rosie. He has to find Rosie.
He's let himself get soft the last two months, which means that, by the time he's nearing the Renn Faire grounds, his breath is burning in his lungs. Just like his eyes burn with bottled up emotion that he doesn't even want to start trying to figure out. He stops for a moment at the treeline, panting from the extended run, "Rosie!"
COme on, girl. Where are you?!
- Antigravity has posed:
Rosie sucks in a breath, hearing Gray's voice.
"Go 'way Gray!" she calls out, wincing a moment before she uses her lowers to jump into the boughs of a handy beech tree.
"Ah'm dangerous! Ah don't wanna hurt you too!" she calls out, her voice trembling and shaking as badly as her arms as she climbs a few branches higher.
"They're gonna come after me for bein' a bad mutant now."
- Gray has posed:
"I ain't leavin' ya, Rosie." Gray follows the sound of her voice, still shaking.
Still wondering if he did the right thing by leaving Jeremy alone and just yelling for someone to take care of him.
What's done is done, though, and, right now, the girl he and his roommate have been spending so much time with needs him more than the Goth guy that, quite frankly, saved his life does.
"If you're dangerous, then what does that make me?" Blue eyes scan the trees at ground level as he tries to find her, "What does that make Jeremy?"
His voice shakes a little at that, having seen exactly what the other boy is capable of, both today and the evening before.
"Just come back t' th' school. We'll get it all sorted."
- Antigravity has posed:
"I killt her, Gray!" Rosie squeaks out. "I killed her outta rage. You don't get better from your pelvis bein' flattened. I broke all her guts... she... she was beggin' for her momma." Rosie's voice goes quiet for a time, watching as Gray makes his approach. She ducks down a little into the branches of the beech.
"The Preacher was right. Ah'm evil."
- Gray has posed:
That's what this is about?
"She ain't dead, Rosie!" Gray turns in a circle, gaze finally rising to the trees, "Shannon was helpin' her when I left."
Movement catches his eye and he stops, facing the tree she's in, "She was cryin' an' Dr. McCoy was comin' t' help her."
He shakes his head, "Ya ain't evil!" There's fire in the words, denying her moment of self pitty, "You're one 'a th' sweetest girls I know." There's a soft snort, "Lot nicer 'n the last girl I got t' know, that's for sure!" That was a friendship that ended disasterously for him.
"You're honest. You're sweet. 'Tween you an' Jeremy, /y'all/ are th' reason I stayed at Xavier's."
He takes a deep breath, letting it back out slowly, his voice turning bitter, "If you're evil, what does that make me?" He steps close enough to put a hand against the tree trunk, finally remembering to drop his veil as he searches for her above, "I'm a drug addict. I'm a runaway. I'm a fuckin' thief." He pauses to take a shuddery breath, "An' I /chose/ t' be all those things!"
- Antigravity has posed:
"An' you can choose ta not be those things anymore. Ah don' expect you ta understand none, Gray. You're still healin' up from other things. Y'weren't born evil like me. An' that's okay... Ah don't expect anyone ta understand." she states quietly.
"Go back ta th' school, Gray. Ah'll wait for mah expulsion elsewheres."
- Gray has posed:
"An' /you're/ still healin' up, too."
Gray goes silent, scrubbing the back of one wrist over his eyes before looking back up where she's hiding, "My folks died 'cause I was sick. They went t' church, left me at home, and were rushin' back instead a' hangin' out with their friends after." He steps back a little so that he's not looking straight up, "I'm th' reason they're dead. I'm th' reason I had t' go live with my granddad. I'm th' reason he coundn' keep his hands t' himself."
"Does that make me evil, too?"
- Antigravity has posed:
"That is a *world* of difference between an accident and /throwin' a boulder at someone/." Rosie states bitterly, "You ain't evil, Gray. You take care of Jeremy." she states, and she steps out into the air, hovering. "Ah... Ah've gotta go." she states lamely.
- Gray has posed:
"If I take care of Jeremy, why'd I leave him unconscious and bleedin' an' come after you?"
Gray's voice is quiet and wracked with guilt, "I dunno if anybody got him back t' th' bus 'r not." He /did/ yell for someone, but that doesn't mean much. "Come back with me, Rosie. It'll work out." And if it doesn't, he'll leave with her.
- Antigravity has posed:
Rosie hesitates. She looks down at Gray, and then she turns, and shakes her head, and then takes off back through the canopy of trees, disappearing into the early summer leaves.