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Wanda sat in the small room outside Professor Xavier’s office, sometimes he had students in here for lessons or tea. She could hear her father and the Professor talking in the next room but they had both warned her that they would know if she tried to read their minds to follow the conversation. Wanda was rarely the Maximoff child that was found in this room, it was normally Pietro. She had lost her temper, another one of the children had been saying hurtful things and she’d snapped. The child was still in the medical room complaining of horrible memories. She stared at her feet instead, waiting for her father to come out.

X-Men: Dark Phoenix Trailer || Sentence Starters: ACCEPTING

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Crickets were the first thing to be heard that night, the only signs of city-life, minus a pedestrian or two. She was walking aimlessly, not necessarily sure where she’d find herself, just somewhere on the brain. The larger alleyway narrows down the path, leading to a dead-end with either left or right to go. Frankly, she wouldn’t have cared until the sound of voices trailed behind her in the distance. 

Echoing loudly, the voices of two drunk imbeciles entered the alleyway, maybe sixty feet behind. It didn’t take a mind reader to know that any gentlemanly intention was fogged for the night if it was brought in the first place. 

“Hey, sweetheart!” One calls as the blonde walks faster, going to take a right when the alley opens up, leading down a flight of stairs.

There were plenty of options, per say, as to have these morons off her back. An intoxicated mind is far less troublesome to manipulate than say someone sober. She could’ve entered another stranger into the picture, the sihlouette of someone far taller and meaner than the two. Or, she could let loose some dog who most definitely has some sort of rabies. That shuts them up, real quick. All of these were relatively fine ideas to lose a tail, but frankly, she just didn’t have the energy to play pretend today.

So, when the men caught up to the corner she turned they were met with...nothing. Unbeknownst to any passerby, however, as they indeed see a woman declining a flight of stares, but to those she’s hiding from, it was as if she never existed.

“Dude, what the fuck-where did she--” One huffed in frustration as they continued this game of cat and mouse. One gestured back as if to go around the other way, see if she somehow found a shortcut. 

Eloise’s pace quickened, continuing down the promenade with no direction, a bit of a steady heartbeat residing in her chest. She took a breath. making aimless turns to find the main road again, but is met by tweedle dee and tweedle dum themselves as they practically corner her.

“Listen, boys, I’m frankly not in the mood tonight.” She tried to speak with as much certainty as she can muster. “I’ve already called the cops.” As if on cue, a siren blares in the distance, however, her focus falters, encompassed by fear as one hears it far closer than needed and the other sounding like it blared in slow motion. 

Not again.

She pulls up her hand in a last resort, showing what the naked eye would see as just an empty fist, but what she was trying to display to her feeble-minded attackers was a knife. “Just walk away.”

THIS  WAS  NOT  A  GOOD  IDEA .  this  was  the  worst  she  could  do .  her  own  mind  rattling ,  still  trying  to  convince  its  body  to  stop  at  the  doorstep  and  do  not  get  them  into  unnecessary  trouble .  amelia  was  not  a  bad  person .  she  wasn ‘ t  someone  who  stole  or  lied  to  others  and  yet .  after  all  these  years  of  research ,  of  dedicating  her  life  to  mutant  rights  she  NEEDED  THESE  PAPERS  to  proceed .   whatever  cruelties  were  done  during  world  war  two   —  they  would  be  PROOF  that  her  kind  had  been  mistreated ,  tortured ,  held  in  captivity  to  be  studied  like  labor  rats .  every  scientist  needed  a  proper  background  for  their  theories ,  to  attest  their  findings  and  this .  THIS  WAS  BIGGER  THAN  TRUST  ISSUES .  than  fear .  than  any  kind  of  sorrow  that  made  her  limbs  shiver . a  thin  layer  of  ice  covering  the  knob ,  a  silent  creak ,  breath  held .  eriks  room  was  in  complete  darkness ,  only  the  pale  moonlight  shining  through  the  window .  he  was  with  charles  to  talk  about  new  ideas  for  students ,  to  probably  share  a  glass  of  wine  or  two  (  so  this  was  the  only  chance  brunette  had  ) .  fawn  eyes  tried  to  adjust ,  scanning  every  inch  of  unknown  area .  she  had  only  been  here  one  or  two  times ,  the  taller  obviously  preferring  to  keep  his  private  belongings  private .  well .  WHO  WOULD  NOT  ?  ?  slow  steps  inside ,  fingers  tingled  nervously .  where  was  this  goddamn  briefcase  ? ! 

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“Oh.” Wanda commented in surprise when her father wrapped his arms around her. Neither of them were the most affectionate people so it was a bit of a surprise for her father to be holding her so tightly all of a sudden. She put her arms around her father in response and smiled. “You alright, papa?” She asked. 

  ALEX leaned against the table, hip on the e d g e, and folded his arms as he looked down at the older man.