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Looks like I may have a ton of these, so this is collection 1 of Reflections |
Final: "Whichever Way the Wind Blows"  Faith may have entered her sleeping cabin in Car 2 as Chicago's most loved weather woman, but she left her room as Ororo Monroe, mutant weather witch. Storm's skintight leotard gleamed against the interior lighting of the hallway. I can't wait to run into that old hack Bette Midler again, Storm thought to herself. I bet she'll just die after getting a look at me. As if conjured from thought, old ladies Bette and Spot came around the corner nearly colliding with white spandex clad X-Men crusader. "Watch it Geris, I don't need you smudging my outfit with your prune hands." "Who's Geri?" asks Spot innocently. She looks up into Storms eyes and gasps sharply. Hand over her mouth she exclaims, "Dear Lord child, what is wrong with your eyes!? They're all white!" "They're contacts Dottie, calm down; and she is trying to call us old, geriatrics. Rather ironic considering she's got that grey wig on. Better old and dignified than young and loose. Though you're no spring chicken yourself. I read that article in Public magazine where that Bieber boy called you an 'old stale wind'. Guess your rose doesn't smell that ripe to some." "Better watch it Miss M," Storm spat. "This rose still has it's thorns, and my hair is silver not grey!" "Least this rose isn't so easily picked." Bette shoots back. "You know, I hope we don't ride near any beaches. It would be a shame for you to drown." The women glared at each other, sparks shooting from their eyes. Modo and Poe choose this moment to walk down the hallway. "Did you hear about that mysterious piece of paper tHiNg found?" asks the dark poet. "Yea, somethings going in in Car Three, but I think I'll stay clear of that. You know Bruce Willis is supposed to be here? I think somewhere in Car Four. That's where I'm headed. The two men slow down to give Storm appreciative glances and continue on their way. It was enough to blow away the dark clouds gathering behind Storms eyes. Without another word she turns her back on Bette and Dot and follows after the men.   Passing through Car Three on her way to Car Four, Storm hears rapid scuttling from behind one of the cabin doors. No one else seems to be in the car but a pile of Bones . Storm tsks to herself and says out loud, "An old skeleton, really? How cliche." Looking both ways to ensure she's alone, the scantily clad mutant leans closer to the door. The whispers from behind the door sound animated and urgent. "Snooping? How pathetic." Stomach leaping into her chest Storm whirls around to face Batman . Having been caught sneaking several times before she was able to prevent the shriek that tried to leap from her throat. The panic from a moment before was quickly replaced by a heat that filled her cheeks and throat. "Who are you calling pathetic? Where the hell did you come from and why are you here then?" "I have my reasons," the dark knight says without further explanation. "The only reason you exist right now is to do my bidding and you are seriously lacking in that department." "How long are we going to attempt to carry on with this charade?" Jeff practically whines. "As long as I'm breathing and calling the shots. Shape up or this mysterious A won't be the only one sending out mass text messages." Batman merely glares at his blackmailer. "Glare all you want right now, just make sure you fix your face when the time comes. Where is that creepy Chiana chick anyway? And that other guy, Ken something I bet they're somewhere getting busy. Come on, let's go catch them in the act!"  |
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