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Sep 06, 2003 16:22

Bobby says:
Had one known Bobby Drake for a period of time enough to really_know_ him, the absence of clothes and twinkies...and the visibility of the floor underneath might've been an odd sight. One that might bring into play whether or not the youth had lost a nice chunk of the stuff that made him who he was. As would've been the cased had anyone dared to peer through Bobby's door at this set time. Fighting Emma became useless, or rather he became useless in his own mind. Trying to push the sulking aside he'd picked up his Literature book, a rare occasion, to try his hand at studying. It was worth it if he could truely find something he was good at now, something to tell him he wasn't just a log to be towed along by his teammates.

Emma says:
The days seemed to be endless now that Emma had to depend upon where Bobby went if she didn't take control, and what he did. It was like a little personal hell. Day in day out she was stuck in a body not her own and to matters worse it was Bobby's. All they seemed to do was agrue, even more than they did before, and that was scary thing. Getting bored, Emma poked at Bobby's mind.

Bobby says:
Iced eyes lifted from the book and gazed annoyed at the empty space into front of him. It was habit by now, Bobby just spoke to the air just beyond his fae as though Emma were there. The air received many abusive glares now-a-days as Drake's anger for his teammate was rising to unhealthy levels. "What? What do you want that's so important, Emma?"

Emma says:
"Nothing. Just bored." Emma sighed in the back of Bobby's mind. She had made her a nice little corner inside of it, shaping it to look like her room did. Right now she was laying across the bed on her stomach as she looked through Bobby's eyes.

Bobby says:
A half muffled "FINE." seethed from Bobby's lips. He continued reading over the book, reaching a right hand up to scribble down answers to the excercises below the lesson. Though having his complete concentration on the work at this point, he still slipped upon a few answers, of course unknown to him.

Emma says:
It was too bad one couldn't create a book to read while in someone's mind, so instead Emma had to settle for watching Bobby do his homework. When he answered one wrong she cleared her throat.

Bobby says:
Pencil dropped on the the book. "Say it. Just say it before I...I..." The words faded, there wasn't any threat to be made to someone inhabiting your own body. Bobby left it at half a threat, he could finish it once Emma was herself again.

Emma says:
"I was just going to point out that you might want to rethink that last answer is all." Inside Bobby's mind the mental image of Emma shrugged.

Bobby says:
"Okay." He gave it three seconds of silence. "Rethought it. Jury says it's fine the way it is. I know the answer, Emma. It's right."

Emma says:
"No, it's not," she stated plainly. "Taking control of Bobby's hand she flipped the pages to the one that proved that the answer was wrong.

Bobby says:
Bobby glared daggers at the pages before flipping back to the question and pressing his pencil into the book with enough force to tear through the page. A little more calm he picked the pencil up and scribbled the right answer, quickly flipping the page before Emma could say anything else was wrong.

Emma says:
Emma tried not to feel smug as Bobby wrote down the right answer but it was hard not to. When all they did was fight it was all a matter of how had the higher score. "That wasn't so bad no was it?"

Bobby says:
"Thanks for the concern, but yes. It was horrible." He wavered his hand over the next question before scribbling down the answer. "I haven't known anything not 'so bad' ever being linked to you."

Emma says:
"I'm hurt Bobby, I really." There was a long silence that followed. She knew he didn't buy it and didn't expect him to. "Remember, I'm not any happy about this than you are."

Bobby says:
"The hell you aren't!" The book snapped shut, Bobby lobbed it across the floor in sheer untamed anger. "All you ever do is correct me on everything!" He seemed more like a child whining over parental authority.

Emma says:
"Don't through a fit, Drake. It makes you look like a child when you do."

Bobby says:
"And all you care about are looks as we all know." The yelling had ceased, only to be replaced by an icy bitterness which lingered on every word.

Emma says:
The words cut deep and anger flared up inside of Emma. "Like you know anything about me! You don't really know me Drake. Looks are not all I care about but in this world it's safer to let people think that!"

Bobby says:
"So running around half naked is just for kicks, huh? It's a wonder Warren can even believe you won't run off and screw any studly man that happened to walk by." It seemed a relief in someways to hear Emma yelling, atleast now she was as pissed off as he was. "I'll bet it must kill you to be stuck in the 'scrimp's' body, the weakest link in the X-Men, the immat--" He froze up, it was meant to insult Emma, but what came out of his mouth had done more in revealing his own take on the part he played as an X-Man.

Emma says:
"I would never cheat on Warren! You're lucky I'm stuck in the same body as you and can't kill you." Though Emma had a pretty good idea that if Warren found out what Bobby said he'd have a few words to say. "And what kills me is that I'm stuck not in the body of a scrimp, but stuck in it with it's owner's mind who can only think to put himself down and think little of himself."

Bobby says:
"Well, maybe it just doesn't occur to you that I'm not putting myself down...I just never got up." He knew he left the subject pretty vague, but there wasn't any reason to share those thoughts with Emma. She'd probably have a field day tearing at his flaws.

Emma says:
Emma was silent for minute, trying to decide if she wanted to attack him or at least be slightly caring. She finally choose the latter. "Then maybe it's time you got up."

Bobby says:
Bobby let his lung collaspe with a deep sigh, "I'm not that dumb, Emma. Don't you think I've tried to already?" His anger had diminished by this time, he seemed more cool. More collected.

Emma says:
Inside Bobby's mind, Emma frowned. "I never said you were dumb, Bobby. You may have tried it already, but have you tried asking for help in doing so?"

Bobby says:
"And unintentionally be the laughing stock around here? No thanks. I'll figure it out on my own someday." He pulled his knees up to his chest and hugged them to his frame, grimly staring at the scattered book across the room.

Emma says:
Emma sighed. She was no good at this comforting stuff and she didn't think telling him to suck it up and get over it would help any. Instead she just let him be. "Fine. Have it your way. Are we now going to sit here and brood about it?"

Bobby says:
From under his arms, a faint, but strong, "Yes." emitted. A few slow seconds passed. Brooding was boring, Bobby concluded--he'd have to ask Wolverine what was so great about it later. "...No. I meant 'no'."

Emma says:
"Good. It's rather boring and you still haven't finished that work." Emma turned his eyes toward the poor abuse book that lay on the floor waiting to be picked up.

Bobby says:
"I don't like Literature, though. Too many words. And the book smells funny." He let his eyes remain on the book, trying to figure some more excuses for not getting up or doing work. He was, afterall, a slacker when it came to real work...except math, which he'd always had a knack for numbers.

Emma says:
A hmpf sounded through Bobby's mind. Emma wasn't going to agrue. In fact, she wasn't going to say anything more about it at all cause she knew it would just get Bobby going again.

Bobby says:
The silence Emma left Bobby in was even more unsettling than their arguement. "Emma...?

Emma says:
There was a long stretch of silence before Emma answered. "Yes?"

Bobby says:
"Why do you hate me so much?" It was a straight-forward question, one that had been nagging at Bobby's mind for so long--he didn't remember doing anything so horrible to her.

Emma says:
Another long silence followed, this one caused by the shock over Bobby coming right out and asking it. Emma thought about it, really thought about it, and wasn't sure if she could explain it all. "I don't hate you."

Bobby says:
An eyebrow rose with slight hope, Bobby taken by surprise at Emma's answer even though he couldn't make much sense of it. "Oh." More silence. "You sure act like you do."

Emma says:
"I act like I hate most people." There was a silence before she decided to explain. "It's easier that way. You don't get close to people and end up hurt that way."

Bobby says:
Bobby's mind struggle to grip the concept, he could see why...but was he really someone to hurt anyone else? He'd never intentionally try to inflict any harm, something ate at his mind--she didn't trust him. "It's easier to never get along and argue about everything?" Just the thought was unfathomable that someone would rather push themselves away from acceptance, something Bobby Drake had fought his whole life for.

Emma says:
No, it wasn't. But Emma wasn't sure if she was about to admit that. It was bad enough she was saying what she was. Did she really want Bobby knowing just why it was easier to push people away? "I suppose it's not."

Bobby says:
Faint lines formed over Bobby's forehead, Hank was right. Women are confusing. He pressed his luck and plowed on. "You don't have to then. Just...I saw you with Warren...why can't you be like you are with him?" It seemed logical enough.

Emma says:
Emma frowned, or at least in Bobby's mind she did. "I guess it's because I've allowed myself to with him but not anyone else."

Bobby says:
Bobby imitated Emma's frown unknowingly, "'Sorry you can't be with him..." He looked guiltily at the floor, feeling responsible for taking away part of Emma like that. "He's a great guy when he's not showing off..."

Emma says:
"Yes he is. Don't feel like it's your fault. You're not the one that pushed me out of my body and into this one." Even if Bobby could get so it didn't weird him out being around Warren with her in his mind, she knew it would still be weird for Warren.

Bobby says:
"Yeah." A small smile broke through, atleast ten minutes had gone without one insult from Emma. But his mind soon drifted to another face...Rogue's. It seemed a hopeless cause by now, he would've done better in listening to Emma telling him not to go to her. Maybe he did need help getting up, or alteast he needed to be told how to do things.

Emma says:
"I'd be willing to help," Emma told him having picked up on his thoughts. She had no idea where the offer had came from but there it was in all it's glory, nicely said and everything.

Bobby says:
Getting used to other people picking up his thoughts was still unsettling, but Bobby managed to compose himself. "Okay," he gave a nod unsure of why he was agreeing, "I'd like that."

Emma says:
Emma was surprised to hear him agree and to hear him agree so quickly. At least helping him was better than suffering through another twinkie. "Good."

Bobby says:
Bobby was surprised as well, to hear a word of positive meaning from Emma. "Yeah." Unfortunately, that's the only word he could manage himself.

Emma says:
"Would this be the time were we'd hug if we had bodies?" It was the best Emma could think to say while trying to keep the light mood up.

Bobby says:
"I guess so. We could always hug when you get your body back, I mean...or I could just hug myself." The idea seemed to have lost its good intention, Bobby gave a simple shrug. "Maybe we'll just pass up hugging. Everyone might die of shock."

Emma says:
"Heeeey." What Bobby just said gave Emma a new idea to torment Scott. "When I get my body back we should hunt down Scott then hug in front of him. He'll fall over from the shock."

Bobby says:
A wild grin broke loose on Bobby's face, stiffling a laugh, "Jeanie'll kill us for that, y'know." He tapped a finger along his jaw, considering the idea more carefully. "But," he struck up a finger, "He could use a nice rest...maybe knocking him out isn't so bad."

Emma says:
"And if knocking him out doesn't work we can also spike his coffee." Emma couldn't believe that her and Bobby where having a relaxed talk, actually joking with each other, and neither one was trying to kill the other.

Bobby says:
Bobby was thinking similarly, only he was wondering when Emma picked up on pranking people--it seemed like she's always been just a wicked witch of the west. "Who's to say his coffee hasn't been spiked several times already?" A devilish smile from Drake provided the truth of that matter.

Emma says:
Emma's laughter floated through Bobby's mind like a spring breeze. "Bobby Drake, I didn't think you had it in you. I believe I have a new found respect for you. And it was probably Alex's that you used to do it with wasn't it?"

Bobby says:
Eyebrow raised with some confusion, he hadn't heard of the younger Summers brother's reliance on booze just yet. "Actually, I kinda...sorta smuggled my own once. Hank found it though, Jeanie handled it---said she wouldn't tell Scott. Alex drinks...?" Somehow he'd grown to accept Scott's image as that of all Summers, not realizing Alex was a far cry from the strictness of Cyclops.

Emma says:
Hearing Bobby ask made Emma realize that maybe Alex was keeping the fact that he drunk a secret. She knew that he snunk it in on a regular basis but had figured that he was only keeping it a secret from Scott. Know she knew otherwise. "Yes he does. Pretty often at that."

Bobby says:
"Oh. Well, ah...I won't tell." He squinted an eye at the wall, "You sure Alex is really Scott's brother, though? I haven't met 'im, yet. I get the weirdest feeling that people avoid me."

Emma says:
"Yes I'm sure. I'm also pretty sure that Alex is doing a pretty good job of avoiding much people. He's the same problem wrack as Scott but other than that he's different."

Bobby says:
"Atleast there's that much, huh? Can't have a Summers that doesn't come with a dumpload of problems. I just hope Alex is a little better than Scott, I don't need two of them on my case. Just Scott alone is enough." He looked around making sure no one was within hearing range before quietly added. "I saw Scott smile once last year, he said he'd blast my head off if I said anything about it."

Emma says:
Emma let out a playful gasp. "Scott Summers smiling? You must be mistaken. I sometimes wonder if he had his muscles taken out so he can't even chance a smile."

Bobby says:
"I think they just never developed, something like the Grinch and his lacking heart. Only there's no Who-ville to be saved." He thoughtfully eyed the floor, "I used to love that movie."

Emma says:
"I bet you did." Maybe Bobby's mind was starting to rub off on her's from being in the same body to long but Emma couldn't help but wonder, "maybe the Grinch was a mutant."

Bobby says:
"Never thought about it like that." Emma seemed to provoke more thought within Bobby's mind, as Bobby might've rubbed off on her in other senses. "I always figured he was normal for what he was."

Emma says:
"Normal is the last word I would have used for the Grinch." Growing up Emma always thought of how her father was when she seen the Grinch. The ghost of Chirstmas really needed to pay that man a visit.

Bobby says:
"I guess, but he's...I don't know. He's the odd guy out, all the Whos have each other and he's stuck looking down. I'd be miserable too." He gave another shrug, suddenly the Grinch held true meaning besides having good songs for sing-a-longs.

Emma says:
"Like us in a why," Emma whispered across his mind.

Bobby says:
Another shrug. "But atleast he was accepted. Didn't have to remain on the outside." Who knew talking about a cartoon could be so tear jerking?

Emma says:
"I don't think that the who's had to worry about being over ran by Ginch's the way the humans do. They'll never understand that we're the same as them, whether we be green or not."

Bobby says:
"Yeah. They just don't get it. They just can't..." He faded out on his words, his mind overflowing with too many emotions to string the rest of the sentence together. If anything he understood more now, more about himself, Emma, everything.
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