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seismic_shockwave ([personal profile] seismic_shockwave) wrote in [community profile] nextgenerationmarvel2012-11-29 09:55 pm

Some Days Are Harder Than Others (Brianna)

Kayla wasn't known for being sad or depressed.

On the contrary, she spent most of a given day with a big grin on her face and an air of energetic exuberance. Whether she was inimitably trying to sing some of her musical favorites or enthusiastically attacking her training in the Danger Room, or cooking for her friends (it was easy to fall into that role, as she actually enjoyed it ...) , she usually seemed happy, well-adjusted and carefree. But over the last few days, that'd faded a little and she'd become more and more quiet. At first, she'd managed to cover up by pleading a cold, but it was pretty clear by yesterday that something was bothering her.

She'd kept an online subscription to the Winnipeg Free Press, so she could keep track of things that had happened back home, partly just out of interest, but in a desire, a hope, to keep track of her family somehow. The people she couldn't help but love. It'd been through the paper that she'd heard that her brother had died. No one in her family would bother telling her, because as far as they were concerned, she was dead, singled out for damnation, a demon in human form. An affliction which they had nursed in their family for far too many years. It was hard, hard as Hell to face that, but she'd found a precarious sort of peace here. And friends, and maybe even a purpose. She'd accepted the likelihood that she'd never speak to any of them ever again.

But hearing that Michael had died, she'd tried to contact them. She had to try. She was prepared to be yelled at, to be hung up on angrily, but the click had come gently, coldly, instantaneously. It would have seemed more like Kayla to rage, yell, scream, smash things. But instead she simply put the phone down, sat on the bed, put her head in her hands and started to quietly weep.
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[personal profile] kinetic_assault 2012-11-30 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey, stop that. You need to talk and your hurt. We're friends, right? I want to help." Brianna said.

"It's not selfish to want to see or hear from him. It's /human/ and no matter how many racists try to tell us that mutants aren't human, we all know the truth." she said gently, squeezing Kayla's hands. "And I bet he loved his sister for who she is, not what she could do."

When she mentioned wanting to go home, Brianna had an idea.

"Why not do both? Get something for him and take it to him so that you can say your farewells?" Brianna suggested.
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[personal profile] kinetic_assault 2012-11-30 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't mention it, love. Friends help friends."

Brianna, for her part, hugged Kayla fiercely. She couldn't hurt her friend and hugging people was good. She wished she could help more with Kayla's pain, but sending her home would have to be enough.

"How soon could you be ready? If you were to go home, I mean?"
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[personal profile] kinetic_assault 2012-11-30 01:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"How about you don't worry about the money part, Kayla? I'll handle that. You just be ready to go on Tuesday." Brianna said.

"And you won't have to drag me to Winnipeg. It sounds like fun already." she smiled.