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twolouises2016-09-26 06:36 pm
elementalista) wrote in twolouises2016-09-26 06:36 pm
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Crystal - Seeking Help
Crystal was new to America and new to New York. The only reason she was here was because, well, she didn't know what else to do.
Being a mutant was so, so hard. The situation for mutants was worse where she was from - she was legitimately afraid for her life - but in New York, some mutants lived and loved openly. Crystal wanted to do that. She wanted to be a person.
Online, she had heard about a kind of outreach sanctuary run by young mutants in the heart of the city. All the talk was very vague (it had to be, to protect the place and everyone who might use it), but everyone she spoke to, even in veiled terms, told Crystal that the people there could help her build a life she could love, if she just went there.
So she went.
She hoped that once her family saw that this wasn't futile, they would join her. Even though right now they didn't believe - believing she was more or less signing a death sentence.
But Crystal had to hope for a better life.
The building was nondescript, but Crystal was sure, somehow, that she had the right address.
She walked in, quietly, taking note of all available exit points, just in case.
Being a mutant was so, so hard. The situation for mutants was worse where she was from - she was legitimately afraid for her life - but in New York, some mutants lived and loved openly. Crystal wanted to do that. She wanted to be a person.
Online, she had heard about a kind of outreach sanctuary run by young mutants in the heart of the city. All the talk was very vague (it had to be, to protect the place and everyone who might use it), but everyone she spoke to, even in veiled terms, told Crystal that the people there could help her build a life she could love, if she just went there.
So she went.
She hoped that once her family saw that this wasn't futile, they would join her. Even though right now they didn't believe - believing she was more or less signing a death sentence.
But Crystal had to hope for a better life.
The building was nondescript, but Crystal was sure, somehow, that she had the right address.
She walked in, quietly, taking note of all available exit points, just in case.
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"Being likable or being made of fire?" he asked, though he knew which one she actually meant. "And do you eat pizza? If you do, I will order one."
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"Being made of fire." No one ever talked about how it felt, in her experience. "I do eat pizza." And actually, she was really hungry.
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"It's...I dunno. It's weird. I still feel things, but I also don't? I mean, I don't have nerves anymore when I'm a Johnny-shaped pool of plasma, right? But I can still tell what's me and what's not me." He occasionally looked down at his phone as he ordered pizza and texted Tabby, but his focus was really on Crystal. "Flying feels awesome, though."
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A flying fireball. That would be really something to see. But also, who would ever dare? "You fly? But people would see you..."
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"Not often." Which was a major disappointment. "Not in the city, anyway. We've taken trips out to pretty isolated places to try stuff out, though." Like the time they watched Tabby blow a bunch of stuff while they all yelled 'FOR SCIENCE!'
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"You and your friends? Your life sounds..." not awful?
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"Super nerdy?" he offered with a grin. "And yeah. My friends basically are my family, so. Family vacations."
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"Does nerdy mean something I don't know? Nerd is the, studious insult? Because this sounds fun." And free.
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"It is fun. And a little insane. And now you're part of the madness. Sorry?" So not sorry.
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"I'm not sorry." Finally, Crystal let herself look around a little, relaxing into the space. "This is where you live?"
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"This is where I live. Um, lemme show you your room, so you can crash whenever." The apartment was two bedrooms separated by a larger common room with a kitchen and a bathroom off to one side. Johnny led her to the bedroom that was further from the bathroom and pushed the door all the way open so she could go inside. "Anything in the dresser is yours to use. There's toiletries and stuff in the top drawer, and some clothes in the others. If nothing fits, let me know and I can lend you a shirt and shorts to sleep in until we can get you stuff of your own."
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Johnny's generosity was overwhelming. He had been so kind and immediately giving. He was feeding Crystal, giving her a place to stay - in his own home! - and thought she mattered. He was taking care of her when she needed it most. Impulsively, Crystal leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I think you're my guardian angel."