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|Date of Scene=2019/03/05
|Location=Holding Cells - X-Men Base
|Synopsis=Andrea visits James in his containment cell
|Cast of Characters=1385, 1790
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1385|James Proudstar (1385)}} has posed:'''<br>The solitude has given James Proudstar plenty of time to think. Twice offered a chance at books or something else to distract him by the two that know him best, he had passed both times. He could use the time.<br><br>The seven feet tall Native American sits cross-legged in the middle of the small containment cell. His bandages are gone now, the holes left by the bullets that managed to break his skin having healed in the preceding few days. He sits with his eyes closed, meditating quietly, hands resting on his knees. There have been few visitors. Three in three days, apart from those bringing meals who did not try to engage him in conversation.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:'''<br>The doors swish open to reveal Andrea, who is dressed in her uniform, covered in sweat with red cheeks. Most likely she just got done with a work out by the way she is breathing. Heading down the hall amongst the cells, she comes to a stop in front of Warpath's, cradling a bottle of water in her hands. Tilting her head to peer at him, she gives a visible sniff. "So, you're the a-hole who kidnapped my friend and stabbed my teacher." She says as she grabs a chair, dragging it over to take a seat, crossing one leg over the other.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1385|James Proudstar (1385)}} has posed:'''<br>James Proudstar opens up his eyes, the dark orbs focusing over on Andrea as she takes a seat. "Yes. I am that a-hole," he agrees, voice deep but kept soft. "Is Summers continuing to recover?" he asks quietly, not shifting from his meditation position other than to speak. "And the girl. Erika. I did not mean her harm. I hope she is ok," James tells Andrea. <br><br>His eyes lower from hers, searching the floor as if for the answers that his hours, days, of meditation have failed to find.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:'''<br>"Oh yeah. Everyone is fine. You know. If it's not Sentinels trying to kill us, it's big dopey macho idiots like you instead who kidnap fifteen year olds, tie them up and leave 'em in a safehouse. That's a real cowardly move you did. You coulda manned up and knocked on the front door and had it out with someone in the yard like a normal person. Instead you shoot at my friends with guns and flame throwers and then you stab 'em, all for what? Revenge? A /misunderstanding/? Up until a few weeks ago, wanna know what my big fear was? Launching a new single and having it flop on the radio, followed by people ripping on me on Twitter or something. Now? It's big robots and steroided up Native Americans and dumb rednecks who wanna kill me in the name of their fake floating head in the sky." Andrea says as she gives a wrinkle of her brow, folding her arms across her chest.<br><br>"And you know what sucks? We woulda helped you if you just knocked on the door. Had a talk with us. Just let us know how you felt and maybe we coulda done something, anything.. I don't know. I get being mad. Hell, my code name is Rage, and you sure as hell don't wanna find out why. But being angry, and letting it explode like that.. it doesn't help you or anyone else. It sure as hell doesn't make you feel good at the end of the day either. From what I hear, you have... maybe /had/ a ton of friends here, people who woulda backed you." She taps her fingers together.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1385|James Proudstar (1385)}} has posed:'''<br>James Proudstar's eyes stay open, and down on the floor as he listens to Andrea. He doesn't try to object to anything she says. Just sits in what seems to be silent acceptance. "You are right, in everything," his deep voice offers in quiet answer to Andrea. His eyes flit about on the floor and he draws in a soft breath before letting it out slowly. "I am sorry. But my words cannot make up for what I did," he tells her quietly. <br><br>James' head droops a little bit. "I did not expect Sam. Or Rahne. Or any student," he says quietly, shaking his head. He draws in another breath to let out as a sigh. James shakes his head again, expression morose. "I know I was wrong. I'll accept my punishment for it," he tells her quietly.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:'''<br>"You're making this really hard to be mad at you, dude.." Andrea says as she lets out a sigh, staring up at the ceiling. "It was me by the way who found you. I was able to track you down by your scent and replay the entire event through my nose. I could smell the struggle, the fear, the drug you used on her to knock her out. My first thoughts was that she was dead, maybe raped and then dead, or I don't know. I wanted to kill you. I wanted to tear your limbs apart and bathe myself in your blood, because that is what the wolf wants." Andrea says, her voice breaking. "And .. and you're lucky dude. You're lucky that you didn't hurt her. Because I don't think anyone would have been able to hold me back if you did. She's not just my friend, but she's my teammate. She's a packmate. My sister. So I get it.. I get your anger.. the whole brother situation. So.. " She takes in a deep breath. "So I get it, okay? I can align with you on that. But.. in the end.. I'm not a monster, and you don't have to be one too."<br><br>"Saying sorry is a start, but actions speak louder than words. You owe Mister Summers a deep apology. You definitely owe Erika one." Then, I dunno.. around here? People seem to forgive and hug it out pretty quickly. I don't know about Erika though. She was always kinda high strung, but this is something she will always carry with her for the rest of her life." Pushing herself up to her feet, she takes another sip of her water. "You know who I am?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1385|James Proudstar (1385)}} has posed:'''<br>James' muscles in his jaw twitch, his expression easy enough to read to tell that the emotions he's feeling are directed internally. "I am sorry you worried. I wanted to draw Xavier out," James says, though his tone isn't making it an excuse. Just stating what he'd done. "I think Rahne might already have beat you to it, were it not for the cell," he murmurs, glancing at the containment cell.<br><br>"I would like to apologize to both of them. To, everyone. Would you please convey my regret to them both?" the large Apache asks quietly. His head hangs again, chin nearly dropping to his chest. There's a visual congruity, seeing the immense, muscular form, with his head hanging in such complete weakness like that.<br><br>He glances up again. "Not as much who you are here. I could only learn so much of the school. I know you are a singer outside of here," he says quietly.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:'''<br>"Yeah.. Rahne and I are different.. types of wolves." Andrea says as she rubs the back of her neck. "Yes, I'm a singer. I'm world famous. Millions of fans, millions of haters. But this school? I'm just like anyone else. I'm normal. I can go to math class without cameras flashing in my eyes. I can wolf out and not feel scared that someone is going to run from me and scream and think I'm a freak."<br><br>Pushing herself upwards to her feet, she gives a stretch. "And as a New Mutant, I'm proud to represent this school. To let other students feel safe, to feel normal, to make them feel like they belong in this fucked up world that hates us. If you're really sorry, then after you apologize, maybe see about sticking around and helping out. Kids could see you as someone to look up to. Kids make mistakes too, James, except when they do, they take it out on themselves ten times harder and they could hear a good redemption story once in awhile to put them back on track."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1385|James Proudstar (1385)}} has posed:'''<br>James Proudstar looks down at his hands, turning them over to view his palms. The ones that nearly two of his friends. He closes his hands gently, returning them to rest on his knees. "Andrea, I can't lie and say I believe what the X-men do. Humans will never accept us," he says, looking down and shaking his head, as if he's given this so much thought, but cannot let himself believe what Xavier does.<br><br>"But I'd protect our kind. I don't know that I deserve to be given a chance here," he says, deep bass voice kept to a quiet rumble. Even reposed in that meditation position, there's a sense of restrained power from him. As if it is waiting to be directed to a target. "But if I am given one, I will try to make up for what I have done. As much as it is possible to."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:'''<br>"If humans can accept The Hulk, Spider-Man and Superman knocking their city apart every few months, then they'll at some point get over us." Andrea says as she rocks on her feet. "But you need to find some peace in your heart. Humans aren't perfect, mutants sure as hell aren't. From where I'm sitting, you gave people another reason to fear mutants, by acting irrational and using your powers for bad. So, I'll make you a deal or something."<br><br>"If you get out of this situation, and people accept your apology, and everyone can hug it out, then I'll help you .. rebrand or something. I seem to be the person everyone comes to for PR purposes. I have a project I'm working on. I'm going to sponsor the building of a children's hospital here in New York, one that took a beating during an alien attack or something. I could use a strong pair of hands for a few hours laying down some bricks. I'll be out there with you with my shovel and hard hat, giving back to the community. Give it a shot. You may be surprised."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1385|James Proudstar (1385)}} has posed:'''<br>James Proudstar thinks about that for a little bit, it seems. "If I don't end up locked away somewhere, I would like to help you with building the hospital," James replies finally, lifting his eyes from the floor to look over to Andrea. "Though, I am not a public figure. No one knows who I am. I do not think I would want that change necessarily," he tells her quietly. <br><br>He seems to grow pensive. "But, I will think about it. Either way, I will help with the building," he tells her. He glances around the containment cell. His expression drops a bit, as if perhaps he doubts that he'll be let out to have that chance. Or maybe he just questions if even deserves it.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:'''<br>"The people here knows who you are. Do good things, people will see you as a good person." Pushing off the wall, Andrea runs a hand back through her head. "I'm gonna shower and do homework. Big test tomorrow. I'll let the others know you're sorry." She says with a quick smile towards h im. "I hope things work out for everyone." She says as she heads down the hallway.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1385|James Proudstar (1385)}} has posed:'''<br>The Native American lifts his head to watch her go. The sound of her footsteps begins to recede, soon to leave James alone again in the containment cell. Though before the steps fade, and before Andrea is too far away, the man's slightly gravelly bass voice can be heard.<br><br>"Thank you."<br> <br>
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