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Going Back to Basics (open to mansion folk)
Alisa's head was still killing her after that Soiree. It pretty much confirmed she did not want ANYTHING to do with the Hellfire Club what so ever. Sebastian made sure she got the message by having Tessa play with her mind like a violin. Because of her own stubbornness, Alisa realized she could have died playing such a game. And for what? To keep some clients? It just was not worth it.
That being said, she did keep her word with Ryan. She got all the paperwork to enroll herself in the continuing education program at the Xavier Institute. She paid for her tuition in full (it was just a drop in the bucket for her), and now she was going to the Institute to drop everything off and perhaps meet with Rachel about what she was hoping to gain from this.
She pulled up to the Institute in her Cobra, careful with how she parked it, and obeying the speed limit. Alisa stepped out of the car, not dressed like the first time she came here. No, she reverted back to her white business shirt, red tie, suspenders, black and grey pinstripe skirt, and... well... her black prosthetic. No more pretending to be someone else. This was who she was, take it or leave it.
Alisa marched up the steps to the Institute and then gave the door a good knock to announce she had arrived.
That being said, she did keep her word with Ryan. She got all the paperwork to enroll herself in the continuing education program at the Xavier Institute. She paid for her tuition in full (it was just a drop in the bucket for her), and now she was going to the Institute to drop everything off and perhaps meet with Rachel about what she was hoping to gain from this.
She pulled up to the Institute in her Cobra, careful with how she parked it, and obeying the speed limit. Alisa stepped out of the car, not dressed like the first time she came here. No, she reverted back to her white business shirt, red tie, suspenders, black and grey pinstripe skirt, and... well... her black prosthetic. No more pretending to be someone else. This was who she was, take it or leave it.
Alisa marched up the steps to the Institute and then gave the door a good knock to announce she had arrived.
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"You t'ink I slept wit' Alistaire for pay or status? What 'ave you been snortin' ?" She wiped tears from her eyes. "I was never 'is whore. I loved de bastard at one point. Problem is, I don' agree wit' what 'e does no more. I won' stand for 'im ruinin' people's lives for 'is personal gain, or dat o' de Club."
"An' point all you want. I know what I done. I know what I was, an' I know what I am, now. I can own up to everyt'ing about me." Alisa grinned a bit. "But you contradicted yourself, Chere. You said bein' a Queen is livin', yet you said you been molded an' groomed for it from day one. Is it truly what you want outta your life? Or is it what was programmed into your skull?"
She folded her arms under her chest, shaking her head.
"My whole life, I was groomed to be a replacement for someone. When dat fell t'rough, I was groomed to be an "enforcer". I never questioned it, I t'ought dat was what I wanted an' what I was to do. An' by de time I got smart, it nearly killed me. It wasn' anyt'ing I wanted. I don' wanna hurt good people. I don' wanna break bones because I'm ordered to. I want to find myself an' be me. To find what makes me 'appy. An' in order to find dat, I gotta start from scratch... dat includes admittin' I was a t'ug, a bully, an' a complete asshole in de past. Now, I'm gonna figure out 'ow to use my powers to 'elp people... den I'm gonna forge my own path in life."
"So hate me all you want lil' girl, it doesn' bother me none." Which Brooke could tell was true. Alisa's readings were coming off as though what Brooke was saying her did not bother her in the least bit. "But I'm warnin' you. You keep on dat path you want, you gonna be a very lonely gal. Learn from de mistakes o' someone who's been dere an' forge your own path before it's too late."
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"As for my wardrobe, chere, unless you wanna go on a shoppin' trip wit' me for new duds... it's gonna stay as is." Her face softened a little. "Look, I don' wanna be an enemy, Brooke. I know I gotta work 'ard to earn people's trust here. But it ain' gonna deter me. I'm jus' gonna work hard like I should. An' ... I'm sorry we got off on de wrong foot. I really gotta work on dat, too."
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Alisa had a bit of a hurt look on her face. "He may 'ave saved me at the Soiree, sure. But what he told me dere, I want no part o' what he plans. I won' protect 'im from 'is foolishness. Besides, I don' like bein' treated like someone's "property". Ryan, he treats me wit' respect. Treats me better den anyone ever treated me."
"If it's worth anyt'ing to you, Brooke, I won' be goin' back to Alistaire Shaw. EVER. No amount o' honeyed words will make me go back wit' 'im." She shook her head once more as they walked.
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"I don' got time to read de gossip column. I'm too busy workin' at de art gallery, volunteerin' at de shelter, workin' on my own art, continuin' my education at dis school, an' spendin' time wit' Ryan to bother." She flinched a bit at Brooke's words. How did all of this stuff get out?
"It don' matter. I want nuthin' to do wit' Sebastian Shaw OR Alistaire Shaw for dat matter. An' are you done insultin' me, chere?"
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"Not really," Brooke admitted. "But I'm never really done insulting anyone. Why should you be any different?" She paused for a moment, and then added, "But keeping yourself busy like that? Sounds like a woman - or an excuse for one anyway - trying to escape from something. I'm sure Rachel will have a field day with that."
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Okay, now she was a bit confused by what Brooke was telling her. She never felt like she was escaping or running from anything in her life. Now she was wondering if there was some truth to what she said, or if Brooke was trying to play mind games with her.
"I jus' work 'ard for everyt'ing I got."
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Admitting she was somewhat concerned with Brooke's ambitions to become Queen was something hard for her to do. But she did it, and now she felt a little better that she was at least heard.
"I've survived more den you will ever face. But dat don' mean what you survive is any less den what I endured."
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"And large, grandiose statements like that? About you facing more than I ever will? We don't know that for a fact. The future isn't clear, even to a mutant precog." Brooke shook her head. "You really are insanely self-important aren't you?"
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Alisa ignored her words about corrupting people. It was what Alistaire did and planned to do. It was why she wanted nothing to do with him. Now, she wanted nothing to do with Brooke, either. People were are not playthings. Lives are not toys to her.
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"It's jus' been rough, Brooke." Alisa's face went back to remaining flat. "Still no reason to project it out an' bother you. Again, I'm sorry."
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Where was Rachel?
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"Come in."
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"Hi, Mrs. Ramsey. Long time, no see." She offered a smile. "Brooke was kind enough to lead me back to your office."
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"Well, I guess less than a month is a long time to some people," she stated carefully. "How are you, Miss LeBeau? Please, have a seat."
The door to the office closed behind Brooke.
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"I could be better, no lie." She gave a shrug of her shoulders, keeping any of her emotions to herself and not projecting. " 'ow about you? You doin' well?"
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"I'm doing fine. I'll cut to the chase. Why are you here?"
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"I filled out all de correct paper work an' attached a check for my tuition fees."
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