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Thursday, October 2nd, 2003
6:37 pm - narrative

He sits on the roof, looking out over the estate. It seems so small and empty. Everyone seems to be hiding inside. Probably making full use of the new rec room, making up for the time that was lost after it was almost destroyed.

He feels that something is wrong. He's not sure what. Its like this little ball of acid in the pit of his stomach is eating away at his insides with a knawing intensity that can only mean trouble is brewing. That or its trying to remind him that he hasn't eaten all day.

"Hows it feel t'be a fully fledged x-man?" Remy's familiar voice drifts from behind him, and he can see in his mind the cajun grinning and gesturing to his wings as he adds: "No bird pun intended, mon ami."

Warren shrugs and doesn't turn around. "Doesn't feel any different really." He smiles inside. He knows Remy is probably itching to get out as much as he is. "Feel like heading into town for a bit?" He turns to face his roommate.

Remy pulls a wary face. "Only if we take mah car. Ah don't feel like fallin' t' mah death today."

Waren grins. "Only if you put the back seat down so I can fit my wings into the car."

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Tuesday, September 9th, 2003
9:03 pm
Esme has been keeping me company. I'm getting very bored of this room, but Hank says I'm fit enough to go out and do things now. I do feel like being sociable, so if there's anyone about, do come and say hello.

current mood: okay

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Monday, September 1st, 2003
8:57 pm
I'm feeling a whole hell of a lot better. I heal fast, apparently something to do with my blood, which is mutated. Well, whatever it is, I think I could even manage a flight today.

Esme, thank you so much, for everything.

And to my roommates, I'm sorry for sitting in the corner being a miserable bastard for the last few days. You didn't deserve it, any of you.

*goes off, feeling quite cheerful*

current mood: cheerful

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Friday, August 29th, 2003
9:44 pm - Ouch.
The big blue guy said it was okay for me to move back into my room.

I ache all over. And no, I don't want to talk about it.

current mood: sore

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Thursday, August 28th, 2003
1:10 am - What Warren Did.
A very long narrative post, pretty much a short storyCollapse )

current mood: Unconscious
Tuesday, August 26th, 2003
9:23 pm
He flies up in a lazy spiral. He feels so lonely. It seems that everyone but him is in classes, although he enjoys his occasional power control class. He is much stronger now. He can fly further, faster and with more aerodynamic control. His direction sense is also being sharpened, allowing him to find his way more easily.

He looks to where the sun is dipping toward the horizon. He misses New York and it's glittering society; beautiful women, fast cars, and champagne parties. He misses his friends, and even his enemies. He watches the sun as it slowly sets, and his face takes on a grim determined expression. He begins, slowly at first, then with increasing speed, to fly in the direction of the city he calls his home.


current mood: determined
Friday, August 8th, 2003
12:52 pm - The Stepford Sisters
I had occasion to meet three of these young women. They seem delightful, and have exquisite manners.

[Private] Though I couldn't help feeling that sometimes they were...talking over my head, so to speak. [/private]

I have been reliably informed by an awful lot of people that they would, and I quote, "Kill to have wings" like mine. I can understand. So, to stop from suffering such an unpleasant fate *slight smile*, I'd like to offer the option of a short flight with me. I can carry one person at a time, as I am quite strong. Please, if you want to fly with me leave a comment or contact me directly. I'm sure I'll be overwhelmed quite soon, but I'll try to fit in everyone.

*walks outside and takes off, flying up to sit and brood on the roof*

current mood: gloomy

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4:00 am
Silent WingsCollapse )

((OOC WARNING!! Bad Goth Poetry Alert!!))

current mood: melancholy

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2:03 am - Brooding
He soars, pinions ruffled gently by the breeze. Up here it is wild and free, no chains to bind him to the cold, hard earth. He feels his spirits lift and his soul joins his body in taking wings. He empties his mind, gliding on a sudden updraft.

A single feather detatches itself and floats gently toward the ground. He does not notice, absorbed in the purity of peace he has found in this moment. Slowly, he descends, allowing weight to recapture his body once more. He feels the darkness closing in on him. Wrapping his soul in chains.


I spoke today with Kitty and Illyana. They seem like very nice girls, and did me the courtesy of showing me around. I will be pleased to make the acquaintance of anyone who wishes to meet me. I warn you, I may not be fit company, as I have had a ... trying few weeks. Also, please do not be alarmed if you see me flying. I am still ... ah ... testing my wings.

It appears I am to share a room with three of the other young men who live here. Piotr, Remy, and Quentin. It would be reassuring for me to meet you at some point to discuss our living arrangements. I do not wish to inadvertantly offend any of you.

Also, I don't know if I am in the mood for a party. I may make a brief appearance, but only for couretesy's sake. Please do not be upset if I do not stay long.

current mood: melancholy

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Thursday, August 7th, 2003
10:28 pm - Introspection.
I never thought I would leave my home. It has been in the family since the time of my Grandfather, and I expected to remain there. But there are too many painful memories. My mother and father wait for me around every corner, and no matter what I do I cannot escape them. I was not to blame for their deaths, but I cannot help feeling at fault. Had I not argued with Father, perhaps he would not have driven so fast...but this is not the time for regrets. This is a time for new beginnings. I have arrived at this Institute. I know not what I shall do here. I am too young to teach, but I feel too old to be taught. Perhaps I shall learn how to control my abilities.

Soon, soon I shall soar above these buildings! I long to be free of the shackles of this Earth! I shall leave my pain behind!

current mood: moody

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