This Has Been One Wanky Morning... Tag: Hellion

[psylocke]

It was ten in the bloody morning and for some reason Betsy was awake. Especially after the night she had last night. God.... whatever happened must’ve been bad because even turning the lights on caused Betsy’s migraine to worsen. Of course, the drunker she got the less her shields worked so on top of being a bit hungover, her head was hurting from the relentless train of thoughts that ran her arse over last night.

Still a little drunk, Betsy walked, yes walked because even drunk she was graceful, to her bathroom. Her penthouse suit was empty thank god so as she turned the warm shower on she telekinetically turned the coffee maker on and put a bagel in the toaster. Smiling, she slipped into her shower happily, letting the warm water wash her aches and drunkeness away. It felt amazing the way the warmth seeped into her bones and it felt like it washed her clean of everything she did last night... and to be honest she probably needed it. She knew she didn’t commit any X-rated acts but the drunker she got the less inhibited she became. Hopefully the press didn’t catch any of her craziness.

After using a lavender and lilac scented body wash, shampoo and conditioning set, Betsy stepped out of the shower, quite a bit less hung-over than before, able to actually achieve a smile. Of course that smile died when she walked into the kitchen and saw what had happened. There were coffee beans in the toaster, and she assumed a wet and soggy bagel would be in her coffee machine, destroying the machinery. There only seemed to be one good, American, phrase to sum up how Betsy was feeling. “Fu-- my life!” Sighing she removed the bagel telekinetically and put in the trash and then laid a towel out and put the toaster upside down on top of it. She’d have to donate these to some machine recycling thing. Today was going to get bloody interesting if stuff like this kept happening.

Deciding to worry about this later she looked around her apartment. A few beautiful art pieces and sculptures placed throughout the place coupled with her glass walls overlooking the city gave the place quite the modern feel. Her furniture matched this motif and so did the colors of her suite. Walking back to her room, a little aggravated, Betsy when to her drawers. She grabbed a cute pair of sailor shorts with of the cutest cut. Then from her closet she grabbed a white sleeveless tee and with grey stripes and a pair of black peep-toes. A white hat with a black strip, a leather jacket and the cutest black fringe bag finished her outfit.

She dressed and soon she was at her mirror. Her hair was silky soft to the touch and had slight ringlets let from last night. Prominent enough to notice but not so much that it could be defined as a hairstyle. It just looked natural. Blowing a kiss to herself in the mirror, Betsy headed out, throwing her wallet and a pair of shades in her bag in case it got really sunny. She still needed coffee so she decided to walk to the nearest coffee shop, a cute little cafe that was big enough to stay in business but not so big that she’d draw the attention of press. Walking down the street, Betsy would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy the looks she was getting. Envious looks, lustful looks, jealous glares. It wasn’t foreign to her.

Betsy knew how she looked. The short shorts made her bum look extremely nice and the heels helped accentuate it as well as lengthen her already long, femininely toned legs. Despite the fact that her shirt was quite lose in fact and did nothing to accentuate her breast or flat stomach directly, the low-ish neckline hinted at decent cleavage and a full bossom. Of course this would all be remiss if you ignored her face. High, sloping cheekbones, a gently upturned nose, almond-shaped beautifully blue eyes framed with her own long lashes. She only ever wore makeup at photoshoots and when she knows there’s going to be press around. If not she’ll do her hair and put some eyeliner and lip-gloss on her pouty, rosebud lips and she’s done, like today. She was naturally beautiful and she didn’t need any enhancements. Her hat, the leather jacket and the adorable bag simply completed a rather adorable outfit.

Walking gracefully across the street in long, fluid strides, Betsy entered the coffee shop. Standing at six-foot-one in four inch heels, Betsy looked every bit the model she was as she stepped into the coffee shop. It would be hard to immediately recognize Betsy seeing as her last shoot was a few months ago and her hair and returned to its blond colour. But a second glance and you’d recognize her as the girl from magazine covers and TV. Walking up to the counter Betsy’s back was to an a man who Betsy would admit she found, if asked, extremely handsome and with an air of confidence and success about him. What she didn’t know, due to a lack of probing(thanks to her telepathic moral code), was that he too was a mutant....

Outfit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[dustins]

6:00 am to most would be considered really early in the morning for Julian it was the start of his day. He threw on a pair of workout pants and an old rolling stones t-shirt, before throwing on his tennis shoes. He headed outside for his morning jog around the lake. Julian loved the time he had alone on his morning jogs he had time to think clear his mind. So much had been happening recently around the world and the X_men where going to be smack dab in the middle of things like usual.

After he finished his morning jog Julian headed in and back up to his room by now more of the students had begun to wake up and Julian nodded and said hello to many of them as he headed back to his room for a shower. Grabbing his shower bag and a towel Julian headed to the shower room, the warm water washed the sweat and grim from him and also seemed to wash away the thoughts filling his mind.

Toweling off Julian grabbed a pair of dark blue jeans and an old dark crimson retro Hurley surf shirt. He dressed and on his way out the door grabbed his black vans slipping them on his feet he headed out the door. Julian pushed himself into the air heading to one of his favorite coffee shops. Ordering a banana nut muffin and a regular coffer with vanilla creamer Julian sat down at a table He quietly sat enjoying breakfast that is until she came in that is.

She was tall blonde in heels and an outfit that screamed look at me, she carried her self with an air of something otherworldly. Then as she stepped into line and glanced around Julian felt it and knew then that this woman was something different. He smiled as he noticed her watching him and then felt the small probe into his mind nothing attacking just a connection to his mind. Nodding her over Julian telekinetically pushed the chair opposite him away from the table. Standing up still smiling

“If you would like to join me after you get your drink or whatever I believe we could find a few things to talk about. “

Still smiling Julian sat back down and waited for the pretty blonde to join him.

[psylocke]

Betsy sighed and the side of her mouth would quirk up into a gentle smile. Her original ability and the one she’s most secure with, Betsy would never forget, or get over the rush she got from using her powers. She’s only ever told Brian of the feelings she gets when she uses her telepathy but if she were to tell you, she’d compare it to feeling limitless. She could go anywhere, be anyone, do anything. Like anything could happen and if she wanted it to, it would.

The way she felt when she connected with another mind on a more intimate level, when both parties are willing and completely open, especially when she connects with Robert, is akin to her mind, soul and body expanding, and amassing the memories, pain, love, happiness, achievements, goals, hopes and dreams of both hers and their lives. They'd expand into each other while simultaneously their whole self being emptied into the other person. Of course this only happens when they completely allow her in and she them. It doesn’t happen often as even though she may communicate with others, often she or they are guarding the rest of their respective minds, but when it does happen..... Oh God its so amazing she never wants to stop.

So when she reached out mentally and gently nudged against the mind of the other mutant, she subconsciously and internally sigh. He had his shields up. She knew not to expect that kind of openess from a stranger, but she always got a little hopeful. But the fact he let her in period caused her to smile. Outwardly he exuded confidence and was attractive as hell but even mentally, his mind was.... seductive. Chuckling , Betsy allowed a simple, stunning and sly grin touch her lips as she looked him over and then as she levitated her drink. Of course she projected a image into everyone else put his mind that she was carrying it but it was an illusion.

Smiling at the man in front of her as she sat in one fluid motion, telekinetically adding a creamer and one sugar while simultaneously stirring it. It had take a lot of work to get to this level of finesse and detail but now she was there it was quite easy. Of course, destruction was definitely her forte but finesse was a close second.

As she stirred her drink she crossed her long, silky smooth legs and removed both her jacket, bag and hat, setting the bag non the floor next to her and her hat and jacket in the chair to her left. As she began to speak she ran a hand through her hair, a gentle grin turning the left side of ehr mouth upwards slightly and her gentle voice and slight accent drawing attention. “Why hello? You’re quite the looker aren’t you. Facially speaking you’ve got the whole Disney Prince thing going on and then you’ve got the manners to back it up... There’s no reason why you shouldn’t be here with a pretty girl... So why aren't you?" Realizing she still hadn't introduced herself she smiled, tossing her hair over on shoulder in a rather sexy, almost messy look. "Oh how rude of me. I’m Betsy Braddock by the way.”