dream walker

“I’d like to hear this explanation.” Kyle says as he crosses his arms, looking around them for a moment before he turns back to her, his expression soft though, he’s always willing to give someone the benefit of the doubt. 

Thalia stepped out of the prisoner transport van and slung her backpack over one shoulder. The cops in front watched her for a moment to make sure she didn’t bolt- not that she could with the stupid tracker around her ankle- then drove off, leaving her on her own. Not even so much as a point in the right direction, and of course no one had bothered to tell her who to check in with. A few people had paused to stare at the huge police van, and Thalia waved one of them down before they could leave. “Hey! What’s a girl got to do to get a map around here?”

There was curiosity in the mutant’s eyes, but she wasn’t one to pry. “I can’t remember the last time I saw a printed map,” she mused more so to herself than the girl in front of her. She realized the comment was the opposite of any kind of assistance, which the other seemed to need. “I can try to help?”

“I fuckin’ hope not, that would ruin all my dreams and desires of becoming a dragonborn IRL.” He deadpans, fiddling with his phone to find a few videos of fire swallowers.

But Xavier wrinkles his nose at the idea of sword swallowing. “No way, too many blades already at my throat. I want to walk the edge of dying, not cross it,” he jokes, leaning back and turning his phone to her, so she can see the video too. “See, it looks more like they’re actually swallowing it. And burping it back out. Gross and cool.”

finn nodded in agreement. “if you can get your brain to actually rest rather than just kind of lying there over thinking,” he admits with a shrug. was that better than just not stopping and acknowledging your problem the male wasn’t sure. “that or obnoxiously loud music, or at least that’s what i’ve heard,”

“BECAUSE IT DEFINITELY looks like you own that lock. what, with that pick you have in it and everything.” luna gave her natural response of sarcasm, although if the other hadn’t spoken up, she probably wouldn’t have commented at all.

          ‘ if you think i’m a snitch, you are so not aware of my aversion to stitches.’     her snap of aggression was muted by her hushed tone;    if she made a scene ( like she always does ) she’d be no better than a snitch in the first place.        her smile was relaxed and careless, waving off the others worries,  ‘ need a helping hand?    i’m a pro at … well, everything. ‘ 

Alice frowned, her head tilting. “Okay,” she said, looking over at the girl. “So what’s the explanation? Cause it kinda looks like you’re just trying to take one of the school computers out of the lab.”

“It’s, uh... broken?  And I’m taking it to IT?” Lying wasn’t one of her stronger suits. Dyani doesn’t even try to backpedal. “I was going to bring it right back...”

@dyanixl said ‘ i’m a big fan of anything that will help me chill the fuck out. ’ 

“got any suggestions?” finn replied quickly. although his gaze remains on the floor. “walks tend to do the trick when it’s not too hot outside,” he offers before then looking at the oher. “it’s that or simply trying to avoid life for a few hours,”

“Yeah” she replied honestly, wiggling her eyebrows with a sense of mischief. “I mean, no dirty dancing here, but I figure two pretty girls like ourselves on the dance floor wouldn’t be horrible.” Laura explained, not wanting the young woman to think this was anymore than platonic fun dancing. She had a few other college girls at this party already try coping fields on the dance floor that she couldn’t really reciprocate.

“No, not horrible,” she parroted the words softly -- chirping her own lighthearted laugh. It had been a good night. Alone, but not lonely. She was enjoying her time out. It was serving its purpose as a distraction from the noise of the real world.  “You drive a hard bargain. How could I refuse?”

{ @dyanixl } //  ‘ no, it’s not an effective technique. it’s a way to get killed. ’

“Saying that like it’s a bad thing,” Xavier throws back, laughing. “C’mon, if you don’t do one thing that can get you killed a year, means you aren’t fully living.” He tells her, swinging his leg in the water beside them. “Besides, swallowing fire sounds cool as fuck.”

* @dyanixl / “my new years resolution is to stop”

“last new years or new years coming?” some might have wondered what exactly dyani meant to stop. others might have wondered if the other was OKAY. not nikki. she, of course, had to establish which side of the year they were talking before they could move on - like it was important, and mattered, and was pertinent to the story. to her, it WAS. “y’know - cause we’re eight months into the new year, making you eight months late if you meant to start at midnight. you’ve still got some time if you mean the one that’s incoming, though.”

Letting out a slightly breathless chuckle, Laura let herself lean against the bar and look at the girl. “Do you like to dance? Some people like watching more than actual dancing and I can respect that.” Laura didn’t want to startle the girl, but having a dance partner on the floor could be a lot of fun.

The other’s laugh served to calm her rattled nerves a little. It was a pleasant sound; light and fun, paired well with the relaxed way she leaned onto the bar. “I like to dance,” she assured her, a smile starting to grow on her own features. “Are you asking me to dance?”

he had been there all day, having only slept a few hours the night before. having let the papers pile on his desk and neglected them. It was out of behavior from Charles but he had just been so exhausted lately. People could pin it on him being an older man yet he didn’t look like one (thanks to the whole being brought back from the dead thing ) 

He heard footsteps approaching inside his classroom, a softened sigh left the older man. “Please return when the class has begun. I am quite busy at the moment.” Mumbling, he stared down at the paper in front of him. 

“I won’t say much, I promise,” the young woman mused warmly. She adjusted the strap of her back idly, smiling at her father. For being a telepath, he sure did seem to overlook some of the more blatant details of his day-to-day life. It did cause her to wonder, though, if he truly was occupied in such a way that would leave him so distracted.

As the last song faded into the next on the dance floor, Laura was ecstatic that she decided to come out tonight to a party she had found out about a few hours ago. Smiling, she went over to the make shift bar and looked around for the barkeep, planning to just get some water to shoot down before going back to dancing. Looking over at the person next to her, she let out a carefree grin at them. “Hey, do you dance?” 

“Me?” the mutant replied without missing a beat, brow rising ever so slightly as their eyes met. It was a fair question, clearly, but it left her feeling a little on the spot. So much so, she felt as if she really had to consider her answer before she could confidently present it -- and even then, it wasn’t too sound of a response to begin with. “Y-Yeah, I dance. Sure.” 

@dyanixl

“In these coming years many things will change.”