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Past 1950Charles was acting skittish, biting his nails and pulling at the sleeves of his shirt. Glancing around every so often, checking for something, someone. There were dark circles under his eyes that were never there before. It was unsettling and putting Raven on edge ( ... )
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Brilliant fill so far! Can't wait to see where you're going with this!
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Present Day
She rubs her face with both her hands, then points to a seat on the other side of the room.
"Just sit over there-" Oh, hell. She forgot all the names. How could I have forgotten?
James notices her uncertainty and supplements his name, laughs light heartedly, and asks:
"Why is that whenever I come by, you forget my name and I always remember yours?"
She stares a moment at him, considering.
"I don't know James. You just...Never mind. Just sit here and wait, yeah? I'll be back soon, I promise."
She's out the door before he has a chance to respond.
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Raven's in Charles' room within a few minutes. Collapses against the door as soon as it's shut and let's out one shuddery breath as her eyes fall shut.
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Yeah sometimes I get stuck where to go on stories as well. A push huh...well I guess it would be interesting enough to just see everyone's reactions to Charles other personalities and vice versa and the crack Wesley/James scene OP posted? Or James commenting on how everyone's being so method and wowing at the 'special effects'? There were also a lot of other fun comments people posted earlier.
Haha but it's your story and I think it's great what you've done so far! Please keep it up!
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Aw, thank you for the lovely comment. :D
I would do crack, but DID being such a serious illness I don't feel comfortable doing so much f it, but there will be some. Just, not, I don't really know where I'm going with this, so I'm just going to stop now.
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Past 1940
Charles woke with a start and a head that felt like bursting. His hands fisted into the sheets of the bed, opened his mouth to scream but nothing came out. His eyes began to water and his body began to convulse.
He grabs his head, tries to hold it together because feels like it's about to rip in two.
Slow, pained, and burning.
This is what dying feels like. This is what dying-I'm dying. God, I'm dying. I can't be, only eight. Oh god-His body shakes hard and he falls off the bed. Finally he's allowed to scream. It's long and low guttural. he continues to convulse. Feels like he's swallowing his tongue ( ... )
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Present Day"Professor?" A tall, lanky, dark haired boy appears in the door way. "Oh, there you are ( ... )
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Past 1944
Charles finds himself wandering the halls of the east wing. Crosses paths with several of the maids, always exchanging cordial smiles but he know different. Can hear it, the voices telling him.
-used to be such a nice boy-crazy crazy crazy-it's always the silent type-
Feels the nostalgiascorncondensing.
He stops just outside of the family room.
"-suggest he stays at St. Mary's Asylum for Estranged Children for observation and, if possible treatment."
"How long will he have to sta-Oh, Charles! Come here my boy!"
His father pats down the seat next to him. His mother tries to smile but it ends up looking like a scowl. She takes a sip from the glass she's holding.
"We have some one we'd like you to meet, Charles."
He nods, and walks forward unsteadily, watching the stranger sitting in the chair opposite that of his father. Hears:
-so curious, so compliant-what fun well have-so many possibilities-The idea of lab rat washes of him, and he tries to ( ... )
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Kidding though, work at your own pace! Still loving it and quite interested in seeing how you're working out Charles and Raven dealing with the personalities in the past.
Ah also sorry about the crack suggestions before! I can see where you're coming from, was just thinking about OP's crackish prompt.
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No worries, dearie. I would love it if someone wrote it. I really want someone to, so I can appreciate it from afar.
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Present
She's looking around the room. Actually, more like scouring the room.
Where are they? Where are they? Where are they? Where is his fucking medication?!
And it hits her, She can't find it because he doesn't have it.
Must have run out. Just forgot to get more. Or. Or-He did it on purpose ( ... )
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Charles doesn't sleep. Not really; maybe twenty minutes here, an hour there.
Even if he could sleep, Charles is sure that he wouldn't. Too many voices. Too many thoughts. Like a crowded elevator that never reaches its stop.
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He's walking out on the grounds. It's about three in the morning and he's walked far enough that he can hardly hear, can hardly feel, the voices. They're just faint, little sounds in the back of his mind. Mumbles and buzzes.
'Hello?'
This voice is loud though. It's clear and defined and unlike what he's been hearing for the past year.
"Hi." Says it aloud despite himself.
'My name is James. What's yours?'
Charles stops walking, drops the stick from his hand. It lands on the round with a soft 'thunk'.
"Where are you, James?"
'I don't know. It's dark. What's your name?'
Charles nods and takes up walking again, trailing his hands against the trees he passes.
"My name is Charles, Charles Xavier."
'That's an odd name.'
Charles' face scrunches up.
"How so?"
'You have Charles in your ( ... )
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