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Tessa Flynn - Telepath, etc. X-Men Roleplay
Morning broke over the horizon and muted shades of pink and yellow spilled across the sky, lightening the cobalt blue to a soft pastel hue. The sound of birds chirping could be heard and a quiet, warm wind blew from across the water. It was like a scene from a dream. Train hopping had always been considered dangerous, which was one of the things which Tessa enjoyed about it. It was free, and easy for her, so it was the ideal form of transport. The golden-eyed young woman was perched atop one of the cargo cars, sharp curved nails dug into the top for support. Mutant or not, it was not the safest place to be, but the view was incredible. If anyone was to look, it would certainly raise some eyebrows but the area was barren enough that no one was likely to be around.
As the train passed through a forested area, the familiar scent of ethanol and smog entered her airways and she realized they were getting close to the city. She slipped down from the roof carefully, landing on the back of the train car and leaning against the railing, peering out at the passing landscape with uncertainty. She felt like she was giving up. But where was she supposed to look? She had gone home to search for any clues, but nothing was left. She had his scent in her mind, the leader of the group who had attacked her father's lab. She had never forgotten it, even after all these years. But she had never matched a face to it... that had faded from her memory.
It was not long before the train arrived at the station. Tessa hopped over the railing and sneaked away stealthily before anyone could notice she was there. She passed through a crowd of men arguing loudly about how to put pack oddly shaped crates into a car and a mother chasing after her rambunctious little boy. She smiled faintly at the child as he crossed her path and he stuck out his tongue. Sighing, she began the trek into the heart of Westchester. It would be a while before she crossed to the other side of the city and to the outskirts where the Institute stood. What if they don't accept me back? I did leave without saying goodbye after all... Have I gone back to who I used to be? While she had been at the Institute, she had been more like she was when she was a child. A little shy, quiet, and reading all the time. Yet now she was more like she was in her teen years... a little acid-tongued and sharp edged and.. tougher. But it was not who she was inside. It was all about survival.
It'll be nice to relax again...
It seemed to take forever to take the bus to the other side of town. The young woman found herself thinking of so many things. A lot had happened in her lifetime for someone who had only lived for scarcely two decades. But the one thing she was very grateful for was that she had found the Institute. She did not feel sorry for herself, because she was one of the lucky ones that found somewhere to fit in. Finally, she made it to the edge of the city. It was still a good trek through a forested area to the hidden mansion. She was faster than most people, but not extremely so. Not enough to make the journey any easier.
Tessa quickened her pace, not to a run - she did not want to attract unwanted attention. She looked like any other young person; dressed in dark jeans and a dark red shirt. Casual. She wore a delicate black and silver belt. It was strange to her that all these memories and sad things suddenly came flooding back. I thought I was over all of that... It had to be that she was returning to somewhere that truly felt like home.. Where she felt like she fit in... Something she had not felt before or since leaving the Institute.
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She arrived at the door of the mansion, tired and aching, but that mattered less to her than the fact that she was nervous. She thought of just entering, as she once would have. But that seemed... rude. She hesitated, then knocked, twice. She wondered if anyone would even remember who she was.
**disturbingly similar background to my last character xD; I didn't have much time to make the last one so I just borrowed some of the past stuff from this one which I created... er... 8 or so years ago.
 Pasiphaea · Sun Jun 28, 2009 @ 07:44am · 0 Comments |
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