Breaking Up Is Hard To Do...

[avengingwarbird]

It had been a few weeks since Roxie Danvers had been home. After the whole being-kidnapped-by-the-Kree thing (which Roxie was referring to as the Kreenapping debacle), Roxie had just stopped by to grab some clothes, and then she’d promptly taken off to her father’s private island - Areopagus - off of the coast of Greece. She’d needed a break - to take some time off away from everyone and everything, and think some things over. But she knew that she would have to come home soon enough, because there was only so much time that she could take off from school, and only so much she could do to avoid her duties at Young Woman magazine.

Now, she floated above her apartment, dressed in a flowing, Grecian-style gown in a dark, midnight blue. The colour played up the tan that she’d gotten in Greece, and complimented the new, dark chestnut shade of her hair nicely. A warm, golden glow surrounded her - warmth from her photonic energy. She'd forgotten that it was January and that it was, well, cold.

She crossed her arms across her chest, a frown tugging down the corners of her full, glossy mouth. There were certain decisions that she had come to while in Greece - decisions that she had kept her up at night, coupled with the nightmares reminding her that the Kree had wanted her to be their new brood mare. These were decisions that had not come to her easily, but decisions that needed to be made. She needed to make these changes, as much as she perhaps didn’t want to.

Hefting her shiny new war mace from one shoulder to the other, Roxie took a deep breath, and then descended down towards the sunroof that would let her into her apartment.

This wasn’t going to be easy.

Something Wicked This Way Comes

[hellfire_empath]

“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” Brooke Wyngarde muttered to herself as she stared at the thick, artistically wrought iron gates that separated the Xavier Mansion from the world around it. “I just…I can’t.” But here she was, sitting outside the Mansion for the last fifteen minutes, working up her nerves to make this next step. Her father had temporarily returned home to England to work on some stuff, and Brooke found that she desperately needed to be around her own kind – and not necessarily the Hellfire Club, even if she was the Red Rook now.

Besides, she needed to learn more about her powers and how to utilize them, and the Xavier Institute…well, that was essentially the Yale or the Harvard of mutant education, weren’t they? Besides, it’s not as though she was here to befriend anyone or, god forbid, join the X-Men. She was just making herself the best possible mutant that she could be - and maybe she'd find some allies on the way.

After all, if I’m going to be queen one day…

Pursing her lips, Brooke let herself out of the car and smoothed down her Nanette Lepore skirt. She let herself through the gates and walked down the pathway towards the front door, her heart beating wildly with each step. She had never really dealt with the X-Men very much before, but her father had been one of Emma Frost’s Hellions, and her mother had never really been too fond of the X-Men. She didn’t know whether or not to expect a welcome wagon, or the Danger Room attacking her somehow.

She was visibly relieved when she reached the front door. After a moment’s hesitation, Brooke finally reached up and rang the doorbell.

Here goes nothing.

Life Goes On And Hides Under The Couch ((Open to Avengers))

[lil_hulk]

After Christmas but before New Years, Jay and May had mutually decided to stop dating. They had drifted slightly apart. It was an amicable split and also half his choice, but Jay was still a bit sad. Though rather than brood in his room as he had done before, he went out and about all over New York City. Distractive outings. Though he made sure if he was with Stooges that the girlfriends were not along. He didn't want to dwell on being suddenly single nor did he want to feel like a fifth wheel.

Jay had gotten up late today and slogged out to the kitchen. When got back to his room, he noticed his door still open. He slapped a palm to his forehead and grunted.

"Crap. Crapcrap. Crapcrapcrap." The miniature giant space hamster, otherwise known as the pet he had that no one particularly knew about, was loose in the mansion. Jay turned on his heel and started down the hallway. He needed to find his pet before Jarvis found him and called the intergalactic exterminator.

"Boo," he whispered through clenched teeth as he stalked through the mansion. "Here, Boo. Heeeeeeeeere, Boo."