jubilation lee

Star had been leaning against his own blades, but stands up straight and retracts them into his bracelets. “You read my mind. Lets blow this popsicle stand.” He takes her arm with a smile – head held up high as he starts walking.

Jubilee has a skip in her step, then again she always did, and she shields her eyes as if the sun is blaring, to look around. Up ahead she sees flashing lights, and though she can’t read the sign she knows flashing lights usually meant something fun. “Ooh!” she exclaims before grabbing his hand and breaking out into a run.

The boy groans as he leans against the street lap. “Well this is boring. Where’s the fight?” He says as he crosses is arms over his chest, wearing his typical white and black x-men uniform. He looks at the other person that he was with though. “I think everything is handled here, how about we go find some lunch?”

“Glory hog,” Jubilee mutters, staring as Scott finishes up their mission without help from the rest of them. She shrugs then looks at Star with a grin. “Hell yeah. I’m always hungry.” She holds out an arm for him to take, head and nose raised as if they’re aristocrats and not in uniform. 

Maybe she was trying not to make a face, but Olivier made one for her. Ray was his sister and he couldn’t keep an eye on her twenty-four seven. Ray having out with Quentin? Well that was a recipe for disaster, but he’d say nothing on the subject. He wasn’t supposed to know her after all. Olivier tried to play his eyebrow raise and frown by saying, “Ah guess friends can be helpful, but there’s gotta be somethin’ else too.” He said it like there was more to life than just that and hopes it covers his fuck up.

Standing up is a mistake because of how tall he is, he basically has to stoop now to get a good look at her. He walks around to the tree and starts touching ornaments, “Maybe ya need ta go to the shops.” Retail therapy was something he remembered her liking, of course he’s not even sure if she’s made friends with that vampire yet. The one that loved buying her stuff for no reason. Olivier himself didn’t have the kind of money to get her things outside of an ice cream cone or something.

Jubilee had tried having something else, plenty of something elses. She stares off as he walks around, even when he tries to look at her. She could always talk to Remy, he was always willing to listen, and yet she can’t bring herself to. Not after telling him what she’d gone through, it felt like putting too much on his shoulders. He may not mind acting like her parent, but he wasn’t and she shouldn’t be entitled to that. Sighing, she shrugs at his suggestion.

“Ya barely an adult, but ya been through ‘nough to count.” Olivier kept from rolling his eyes at her childishness. Personalities were funny like that, and she was definitely, despite her complaining, one of the brighter ones in the group. He could understand the place feeling too bland for her, or too depressing. It was almost like the walls were siphoning any joy that might appear in this place.

“People been disappearin’ ever since last year. Can’t blame ‘em for bein’ upset.” Olivier leaned forward on his elbows in order to see her better. She was right though, all the negativity in the house wasn’t good for anyone. They were supposed to be preaching about hope against all odds, and yet they were being dragged down by things they couldn’t currently change. Olivier wished he could have brought Adalinda back. He wishes he could have saved Wade Wilson B, but it wasn’t his place to interfere. Here though, he could try to cheer up one sad mutant if she’d only tell him what she wanted. “Anythin’ ah can do? To make ya feel better?”

When he tries to look at her, Jubilee lets him. Turns her face so that their eyes meet and she takes awhile to answer. What was it about him? Maybe the accent, which reminded her so much of Gambit. Or just that he was genuine, like he wasn’t just asking out of his duty as a teacher. He cared, and though she liked to act like she didn’t, it was nice to have someone looking out for her. Especially when Gambit wasn’t around to. She shakes her head though, because there wasn’t and she was too tired to think of something off color to say to amuse him.

Olivier doesn’t necessarily believe she’s talking to him directly, he thinks maybe she’s just complaining. Still, he stops and takes a seat in the lounge next to a gigantic, beautifully decorated tree because no one else is in here. “It ain’t just for orphans, chère.” he almost yawns as he leans against his fist. She’s probably right about the favoritism, but Jean was the professor’s first student after the original squad and she became his daughter. It’s probably hard to separate that fact. He doesn’t mention that though, she was entitled to her feelings.

“What are ya supposin’ we do instead? Have ya’ll kiddies exchanged gifts and such.” Olivier knows she isn’t a kid anymore, but he’s poking a little fun at her just because she seems ripe for it right now. Olivier just wants to see what she will say next.

“I know that,” Jubilee drawls, imitating his slow and accented speech. He sounded like a dripping syrup bottle, like when Bobby knocks it over and doesn’t notice and it starts to pool on the ground and Hank steps in it and gets annoyed. That’s how annoyed she is. “And I’m an adult, thank you.” She knows he’s trying to bug her but she’s testy today. If everyone else got to be dark and twisty then she got to be a little grumpy. Still, despite his annoying behavior she feels some sort of weird kinship to him. 

Sighing, she throws the ball at him and lays her cheek on her folded arms. She’s still on her belly so it obscures most of her face. “I don’t know. Something. Something other than sitting around and acting like someone died.” But Jean hadn’t died, she’d just gone off to get fucked in peace. What was so wrong with that? If Alby was still around, or hell even Julian, Jubes would be doing the same damn thing. But Jubilee did have a soft spot for Scott, so maybe it pissed her off and lent to her mood. Why ditch someone like Scott? “I don’t know,” she repeats.

Renegades: In the future, Jubilee and a few other mutants form an underground crew that are still an aggressive force for mutant liberation. 

She lists these all off with her free hand, starting over again when she runs out of fingers for points. “And there’s especially no boinking the Prof’s daughter...unless you’re a Summers brother.” She squints, “Favoritism here is real. Anyway.” She sits up and tosses the ball to whoever is listening. “This place is for orphans, right? So why is it so goddamn boring during the holidays?”