Dealing with the Aftermath of the March (Tag Any and All)
May 31, 2022 14:08:13 GMT -6
Post by Alagosa on May 31, 2022 14:08:13 GMT -6
Ororo sat next to her dear friend, Jean, who had still not woken up from her fall. The injuries that she sustained from being attacked at such a great height were numerous. Hank had done what he could as they kept her in a coma for now. She suspected that the Phoenix force had saved Jean from certain death. What worried the white haired woman was what had caused Jean to loose control in the first place. It would have to wait until Jean was ready to come out of her forced sleep.
Monitors beeped as the blood pressure cuff hummed to life. Her eyes looked at the screen as the numbers rose then fell. It looked as if everything was in order. She stood up slowly as she brushed off her brightly colored skirt. The book she was reading placed hastily on the table next to her as pages were bent at awkward angles. She took the hand of her friend as a deep breath filled her lungs. "Get better soon, friend. We are all counting on it. We have been taking turns, giving Scott a bit of a break for sleep and food. There is a mission of sorts that needs your skills."
She blinked a few tears away as images from the march filled her mind's eye. There were a couple of bombs that had gone off during the speech. Something in her gut told her it was apart of a much larger plot, of what she could not be certain. She made sure those in the box with her were safe before she took to the skies. She was well known for her many appearances in Congress as she spoke about rights for Mutants. Her presence on Inauguration Day was just another way to say that things were moving forward even with the change of leadership. She cleared the smoke and calmed the fires as she saw that destruction to several city blocks. She allowed for the authorities to get in as she cleared various paths to the scene. She helped to bring a bit more peace as many people scattered. She knew the worst injuries were not from the bombs but the herd mentality. She offered a voice of reason as people slowly came to their senses. She watched as many of the students were brought together by the senior members of the X-Men. She was thankful through she watched as there was a heavy toll on each of their faces. She talked to who she could with comforting words. Her heart was heavy as they learned about the price for their equality in such a violent way, even taking down one of their strongest members.
She sat back down as she picked the book up. Her eyes flickered to the red head as she heard the moans with a change in her breathing. She could only wonder what was happening to Jean in such a forced sleep. Her eyes went back to the words on the page to stray off the worry in her heart.
~*~*~*~
Meara sat looking out the window in one of the many rooms of the mansion. She hugged her legs to her knees as she tried to keep the images of so many injured from her mind. The march had been peaceful, why had someone wanted to destroy that? She squeezed into a tighter ball as she felt the tears threatening to spill over. It was in these moments of silence that the images played out.
She had been blown off her feet when the bombs went off. She felt the heat on her face as pain laced up and down her body. She looked down as she noticed there was blood all around her. She looked for her sister however Hope was no where to be found. She tried to stand up only to find that she was pushed back down. Everyone was screaming and shouting though it was muffled in her ears. Her eyes witnessed horrors as she cried out. She finally had gotten up with help from Jeff. She was lead over to the paramedics where they treated her for burns and a sprained wrist and twisted ankle.
Her eyes flicked to her wrist which was still in a wrapped in a brace. She wiped the corner of her eye as she took in a shaky breath. She knew that Ororo had said that in time all of this would calm down. She just wanted to put this behind her. She often found that she jumped at large sounds. She often cursed as she was never like that before. She was tired of people telling that the healing took time. She already knew that from the trauma she suffered earlier, reminders just made her cross.
What was even worse was the fact that her adoptive parents hadn't said a word to her since the march. She hoped that they would however it seems she wasn't the perfect daughter they hoped for. She wasn't concerned as she was just fine all on her own. It looked as if she was essentially cut off from their funds as well. She hadn't gotten a care package from them in a bit. She shrugged her shoulders as she was used to having nothing and being less than nothing to others. At least she stayed true to herself.
~*~*~
In a gray landscape, Jean wondered aimlessly. Her green eyes finding nothing staring back at her. Her voice echoed as she called out, "Hello?" Silence was the only answer she got. Her brows furrowed together as she walked in a direction. All she could figure is that it was in circles.
The landscape in front of her morphed into something different. She was wondering in the after math of bombs going off. To her, it looked like a warzone. She swallowed hard as her fists clenched to hide the fact she was shaking. Her steps stopped as she reached the body of her friend. She knelt down to see that it was Ororo. A gasp left her throat as she covered her mouth. She felt tears formed as she scrambled to the other bodies each a different member of the X-Men. Why would she be shown this? It made no sense to her. Tears fell freely from her face as everyone she knew and loved were gone.
Monitors beeped as the blood pressure cuff hummed to life. Her eyes looked at the screen as the numbers rose then fell. It looked as if everything was in order. She stood up slowly as she brushed off her brightly colored skirt. The book she was reading placed hastily on the table next to her as pages were bent at awkward angles. She took the hand of her friend as a deep breath filled her lungs. "Get better soon, friend. We are all counting on it. We have been taking turns, giving Scott a bit of a break for sleep and food. There is a mission of sorts that needs your skills."
She blinked a few tears away as images from the march filled her mind's eye. There were a couple of bombs that had gone off during the speech. Something in her gut told her it was apart of a much larger plot, of what she could not be certain. She made sure those in the box with her were safe before she took to the skies. She was well known for her many appearances in Congress as she spoke about rights for Mutants. Her presence on Inauguration Day was just another way to say that things were moving forward even with the change of leadership. She cleared the smoke and calmed the fires as she saw that destruction to several city blocks. She allowed for the authorities to get in as she cleared various paths to the scene. She helped to bring a bit more peace as many people scattered. She knew the worst injuries were not from the bombs but the herd mentality. She offered a voice of reason as people slowly came to their senses. She watched as many of the students were brought together by the senior members of the X-Men. She was thankful through she watched as there was a heavy toll on each of their faces. She talked to who she could with comforting words. Her heart was heavy as they learned about the price for their equality in such a violent way, even taking down one of their strongest members.
She sat back down as she picked the book up. Her eyes flickered to the red head as she heard the moans with a change in her breathing. She could only wonder what was happening to Jean in such a forced sleep. Her eyes went back to the words on the page to stray off the worry in her heart.
~*~*~*~
Meara sat looking out the window in one of the many rooms of the mansion. She hugged her legs to her knees as she tried to keep the images of so many injured from her mind. The march had been peaceful, why had someone wanted to destroy that? She squeezed into a tighter ball as she felt the tears threatening to spill over. It was in these moments of silence that the images played out.
She had been blown off her feet when the bombs went off. She felt the heat on her face as pain laced up and down her body. She looked down as she noticed there was blood all around her. She looked for her sister however Hope was no where to be found. She tried to stand up only to find that she was pushed back down. Everyone was screaming and shouting though it was muffled in her ears. Her eyes witnessed horrors as she cried out. She finally had gotten up with help from Jeff. She was lead over to the paramedics where they treated her for burns and a sprained wrist and twisted ankle.
Her eyes flicked to her wrist which was still in a wrapped in a brace. She wiped the corner of her eye as she took in a shaky breath. She knew that Ororo had said that in time all of this would calm down. She just wanted to put this behind her. She often found that she jumped at large sounds. She often cursed as she was never like that before. She was tired of people telling that the healing took time. She already knew that from the trauma she suffered earlier, reminders just made her cross.
What was even worse was the fact that her adoptive parents hadn't said a word to her since the march. She hoped that they would however it seems she wasn't the perfect daughter they hoped for. She wasn't concerned as she was just fine all on her own. It looked as if she was essentially cut off from their funds as well. She hadn't gotten a care package from them in a bit. She shrugged her shoulders as she was used to having nothing and being less than nothing to others. At least she stayed true to herself.
~*~*~
In a gray landscape, Jean wondered aimlessly. Her green eyes finding nothing staring back at her. Her voice echoed as she called out, "Hello?" Silence was the only answer she got. Her brows furrowed together as she walked in a direction. All she could figure is that it was in circles.
The landscape in front of her morphed into something different. She was wondering in the after math of bombs going off. To her, it looked like a warzone. She swallowed hard as her fists clenched to hide the fact she was shaking. Her steps stopped as she reached the body of her friend. She knelt down to see that it was Ororo. A gasp left her throat as she covered her mouth. She felt tears formed as she scrambled to the other bodies each a different member of the X-Men. Why would she be shown this? It made no sense to her. Tears fell freely from her face as everyone she knew and loved were gone.