Post by Ororo on Oct 7, 2006 20:05:47 GMT -5
[shadow=red,left,300]CLICK! CLACK! CLUNK! CLACK! CLICK![/shadow]
Ororo Munroe, strong, independent woman. Tick her off and you'll definitely be sorry, but lately her mind has wandered around freely. Pulling her self right back together, she hasn't felt better than this since she fell apart silently. No, nothing bad enough she couldn't take care of her self, she just took a lot of time out for her self to sort through things. Not to difficult though, but not, she felt better.
The same Storm she was to begin with, well show-able. As she walked down the halls of the Xavier Institute, clicking, clacking, and clunking noises filled the hall she walked. Short hair cut, dark blue shirt, darker blue pants and her favorite, dark shoes.
These couple of weeks have been mostly different. Weirdly, she hardly spoke a lot. But now, she just the same again, that was good. Walking down the hall students passed her saying hello's, how do you do's and so on. The friendly smile slipped upon her face as she replied to the students.
"You look great, Storm!"
"Bye, Storm!"
Nothing like students making you feel a tad bit more happy. Making her way to the kitchen a couple of students excited from the kitchen as she walked in. Giving her, see ya's, and good bye's. Up to the cabinets, Storm opened on and took out a glass and turned to the sink. As she turned it on she put the glass under the foist an watched as the water filled the glass. The smile upon her face showed less or more than before as she turned off the foist and took the glass up to her lips.
A sip, or bigger, of her water, she turned seeing the window. Another beautiful fall day. Peaceful, wind blows the leaves around the grounds and the flowers sway with the tree's leaves and the green grass. Storm made her way over to the window with the glass of water, staring out at the beautiful day upon the grounds.
Ororo Munroe, strong, independent woman. Tick her off and you'll definitely be sorry, but lately her mind has wandered around freely. Pulling her self right back together, she hasn't felt better than this since she fell apart silently. No, nothing bad enough she couldn't take care of her self, she just took a lot of time out for her self to sort through things. Not to difficult though, but not, she felt better.
The same Storm she was to begin with, well show-able. As she walked down the halls of the Xavier Institute, clicking, clacking, and clunking noises filled the hall she walked. Short hair cut, dark blue shirt, darker blue pants and her favorite, dark shoes.
These couple of weeks have been mostly different. Weirdly, she hardly spoke a lot. But now, she just the same again, that was good. Walking down the hall students passed her saying hello's, how do you do's and so on. The friendly smile slipped upon her face as she replied to the students.
"You look great, Storm!"
"Bye, Storm!"
Nothing like students making you feel a tad bit more happy. Making her way to the kitchen a couple of students excited from the kitchen as she walked in. Giving her, see ya's, and good bye's. Up to the cabinets, Storm opened on and took out a glass and turned to the sink. As she turned it on she put the glass under the foist an watched as the water filled the glass. The smile upon her face showed less or more than before as she turned off the foist and took the glass up to her lips.
A sip, or bigger, of her water, she turned seeing the window. Another beautiful fall day. Peaceful, wind blows the leaves around the grounds and the flowers sway with the tree's leaves and the green grass. Storm made her way over to the window with the glass of water, staring out at the beautiful day upon the grounds.
