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telepathological:

Jean winces at Poppy’s mention of her weight, and though it’s a silly notion she’d been hoping her friend had never noticed how bad it’d gotten. As if everyone couldn’t see how waif-like she’d begun to appear or they didn’t notice the purple bruises beneath her eyes that seemed to be permanent now. “It’s not suicide if I won’t let them kill me,” she says with an edge to her voice. She didn’t want to use her powers on Poppy, in fact she didn’t think she could forgive herself if she did. “I won’t let them keep me, I-”

She stops short, if she told Poppy exactly why she knew she wouldn’t let herself be killed then she’s not sure the girl would ever step aside. Her appointment with the nurse should have been today, but she’s sure that would be cancelled. Classes cancelled, their lives put on hold again. All because she disintegrated these peoples’ god. She couldn’t let this keep happening. “Poppy, I will come back. I promise,” she takes a step forward to test her friend’s resolve.

Poppy doesn’t budge. “I don’t care. It’s not worth the risk.” Keep her safe. The voice came from inside her head, a voice unknown to her. She doesn’t question its source. It seemed natural suddenly, as though she’d been waiting on the message. And it was almost a downright consolation to know she was doing the right thing. She let it cement her resolve. “This isn’t happening.” she said, voice fierce and steady. “I’m not going to let it happen.” And the only way it would, she said in her mind, is over my dead body. 

Poppy wasn’t sure if Jean had it in her to use her powers on her. She would prefer not to find out, but was willing to put herself on the line if it would ensure her friend’s safety. Her stupidly brave friend. What a mess she’d gotten herself into. And how determined she looked now, her eyes very intense and fixed on the vampiress. It was only the bags beneath them that gave her away, and her too-slender physique that devastated Poppy every time she saw her and made her wish she’d said something. That she forced her to get help. “There has to be another way.” said Poppy. “We’ll fight them, if that’s what it takes. But we need you here. I need you here.” 

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“Get out of my way,” Jean says through gritted teeth, standing nearly toe to toe with her friend. They’re nearly the same height so it’s easy for her to stare dead into her eyes. “Poppy, if I can keep anyone else from getting hurt then I will.” She couldn’t sit here, perfectly safe while her friends were being harmed for something she did. 

But was she still powerful enough, without Phoenix? Wasn’t her power what drew Phoenix to her in the first place? She could fight. She could win. But, fighting the urge to touch her stomach as the thought crosses her mind, she had others to think about. She’d only leave destruction in her wake, as always. No, she had to let them take her. Scott would find a way to get her back, he’d find a way to save them. “I know what I’m doing, I’m not a child.”

“Yeah, well, you’re an idiot.” She said. “And if you think for a second I’m just going let you give yourself up to those assholes than you’re an even bigger idiot than I thought.” Though her tone was firm, her friend’s words had her feeling helpless. If the redhead truly made up her mind, Poppy knew there was little she could do to stop her. But she’d be damned if she didn’t try.  “Look at yourself,” she said, gesturing to the girl’s frail frame. “A light breeze could knock you over.” 

Her friend’s heart was in the right place, but it was all wrong. It was delusional. Poppy had a hard time believing that the Clan would stop their slaughter even with Jean in their possession. And even if that were a possibility, an end to this madness in exchange for her friend, well, she wouldn’t make that trade. She couldn’t. While she had once thought it was the murders that would be the hardest thing to come to terms with, she knew they would not hold a candle to this. She could accept the killing. Yes, she realized that now. But there was no living with herself if she let Jean do this. She crossed her arms, holding her ground. “This is suicide, Jean.” 

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Her eyesbrows are waggling in response to the girl when the speakers cut through carrying Professor Lehnsherr’s voice. Suddenly the room goes quite for a few moments, anxious looks shared among classmates wondering if it’s a drill or if something is actually going on. ❝ Well, no better way to start your day than just another life-threatening situation. ❞ Their attention shifts back to the other with a rather grim looking smile.

“It’s getting a little old, if you ask me.” she said bitterly.  Mr. Lensherr’s voice sounded over the intercom again and Poppy gritted her teeth as she took in the message. The class dissolved in panic. She couldn’t bring herself to be shocked (how could anyone?) at Clan Akkaba’s arrival. She couldn’t even find it in herself to be afraid. The only thing, and the instinctive thing for Poppy, was to get angry. And so she rose from her seat, her hands balled up at her sides. The images of those dead Clan members, the one’s she had killed, swirled in her mind and she could scarcely hold back the surge of delight. Ever since the attack the boundary between her rational self and the vampire had blurred. There was no real remorse for what she’d done, only an ache to do it again. She shot Adalinda a glance, and asked, “What do you say we take a walk?” Her eyes spoke her true intentions. 

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bonefida:

“Well,” Moira said, tucking the pack into a side pocket. “I suppose if you were ever to assassinate someone by poisoning, now you know you’ll probably have to take care of a few other people. Especially if you’re planning on staying in the family’s lives.” She was joking. Mostly.

Scribbling down the due date on the corner of her notepad, Moira waited for Ms. Powers to give her final instructions before dismissing the class. Thank god. She was going to have to start taking more breaks during class if she wanted to actually remain enrolled in this school. Or maybe start taking more outside classes - surely there were a few that took place in larger classrooms? 

“At least with papers like this, you can pretty much bullshit your way through as long as you can support your point. It makes them a little easier to write.” She had gotten out of her desk, her backpack already slung over one shoulder when the announcement rang over the speakers. “This can’t be good - did this happen last time too?”

“Good point. I’ll be sure to credit block one Literature next time I poison an enemy. Well...” Poppy said, picking at a cuticle. “Only if I get caught.” At Moira’s following point, she gave a tiny nod and said, “True, but, like, sometimes bullshiting takes so much effort, you know? Effort I could be exerting on other things.” But she didn’t get the chance to elaborate, for she was cut off by Mr Lehnsherr’s voice. Her mind drifted back to Clan Akkaba and the threat they made on the mansion, a message she heard loud and clear even in her bleary vampiric rage. Poppy wouldn’t be surprised if whatever was going on had to do with the Clan following through on those threats. The only real surprise was that it had taken this long. It seemed stupid to her then that they’d all just resumed this la-de-da life at the mansion, how they snapped back with the exuberance of the young and hopeful, as if trust and good-faith would shield them from another awful episode. She only hoped that Mr Lehnsherr and the rest of the staff would make good on “handling” whatever this situation was. 

“You mean on the field trip?” Poppy asked. “Nobody saw that coming... So, maybe this is something less serious.” Yeah, that sounded good. Almost convincing. “I’m sure we’ll be out of here in, like, twenty minutes tops.”

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Lance chuckled. “Sometimes,” he admitted. “Not always. Well, even if you’re not picture of academic perfection, I’m sure there has to be something you enjoy right?” He stopped and looked at the speaker as the announcement was made. His brows furrowed. “Well. That can’t be good.”

She was about to say that she didn’t mind history when Mr Lehnsherr’s voice boomed through the intercom. Poppy wished she could be surprised, but to be honest, this felt like the other shoe finally dropping. She had not for one second tricked herself into thinking the run-in they had with the Clan would be their last. They were a bunch of sitting ducks at the mansion, and it was almost a wonder they hadn’t been targeted sooner. Sinking down in her seat, she folded her arms over her chest. “Let’s just hope it’s something stupid. Like, maybe some idiot set fire to the chem lab.”

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The slower speech was far easier to Klara to understand, as the words seemed to blend into each other less. She smiled as the elder girl seemed to understand that. “Siberia, Russia,” she replied. “I am new here. Still learn English.”

“Ah, I see.” said Poppy. “That’s pretty cool.” As she was about ask if Russia really was as cold as she’d heard, Mr Lehnsherr’s voice sounded. The room erupted in nervous chatter at his words, and even Poppy had to admit that she didn’t like the sound of it. Nonetheless, she put on a brave, if not indifferent face. “I wouldn’t worry about it.” She said to the younger girl. “I really doubt it’s anything serious.” But her leg shook under the desk.

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Lance rolled his eyes. “That depends on what you’d give me for it,” he told her dryly. “I’ll tell you right now I’m not the kind of idiot you can flirt with and I’ll do it. In fact I don’t know what I’d do it for so you’d better get creative.”Does putting it off really do anything for you? Then you just won’t be prepared but you’ll still have to do it.” He raised an eyebrow. “But I mean, to each his own right?”

“Relax, I was joking.” Poppy said and tipped back in her chair. Men. They always took things so seriously. “I can name you twenty things right off the top of my head I’d rather do than write a book report. We can’t all be a picture of academic perfection, you know. But I’ll get it done. Probably.” She toyed with the frayed edges of her notebook page with a lacquered finger. “So, what, are you the type that has all their assignments done a week before the due date?”

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He had had enough of the lecture for the day, so he reached for his bag and popped a skittle under his tongue to suck on it for a few moments, sliding his cheek back into his hand with ease as she went on about lunch. He didn’t mind taking the afternoon off; he hadn’t seen her much since that day at the beach when he lacked fervor and kept getting hit in the head. He still didn’t believe her when she said it was an accident. He smiled at the thought of a burger; by the time they got there, his stomach would be famished. Even if he finished the bag of skittles.

“And no. I’m not. I had a girlfriend once at this school… bad idea. She left soon after. It wouldn’t surprise me if she doused herself in gasoline and fell off a cliff.” He was overcompensating, and he knew it. Still, Poppy was a good listener when she wasn’t speaking. In actuality, he didn’t know he had any cologne and didn’t even smell it before putting it on that same morning. Big mistake. He obviously applied too much, and it didn’t help they were in first period. That’s what he got for having a distant dad who refused to talk to him about personal hygiene. He shook his head at that thought, snapping back to reality. “When we go to lunch, pick me out something good yeah? What about you? Have you… found the one?” He now looked forward to the ride to the tavern, and all the talking Poppy would do on the way there. Maybe she would even fall asleep on the way back and he could call her out for sleeping in the daytime like a real vampire.

Her eyebrows climbed at his words. “Jesus Christ. Look, you’re annoying and all, but not set-yourself-on-fire and fling-yourself-from-a-cliff annoying. Even in the hypothetical. We’re coming back to this.” Poppy’s dating history wasn’t much to brag about either. From her stupid quarterback boyfriend to Alex, it was mystifying that she hadn’t come to terms with her preference for women sooner. She wished she had. It probably would have saved her a whole lot of trouble. 

At his question, images of Lorna sprung to her mind. Warm sappy ones of them holding hands, sneaking kisses in the library and staying up for hours to talk about nothing and everything. Was she the one? Poppy didn’t know if she believed in true love, but she couldn’t deny the feelings she was having. She really did like Dom. She trusted him. But there was no telling how he’d react to a thing like that. There seemed a new pressure of eyes and ears, as if the class had all tuned in on their conversation. Of course this wasn’t true, but she couldn’t shake the feeling. It reminded her that at the end of the day she actually did care what her peers thought of her, even if just a little. She rubbed her nose. “Not really. I mean, not that I’m looking or anything. I’m not sure I even believe in “the one” or soul mates, or whatever. Do you?”

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Klara didn’t understand what made the girl huff, but she didn’t have much time to think about it. Ms Powers was still talking, and Klara had to concentrate hard to translate the English. Only, the young woman spoke again. Klara looked over again. “Um… I don’t know what this is,” she admits, trying to figure out snooze fest. And Xanax? 

Poppy shrugged a little. “Don’t worry about it.” It seemed her Valley Girl affect made her words almost incoherent to the younger girl. She made an effort to tone it down. No easy feat. “So,” she said, slower than her usual rapid-fire way of speech, “Where are you from?” Poppy still hadn’t heard her speak enough to make an assumption about her origins. 

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❝Hmmm, what would Freud say, I wonder. No, but I could think of a couple other different things to satisfy your oral needs. ❞

Poppy snorted. She liked their gall. “It’s a little early to be psychoanalyzing people, don’t you think? And I don’t care what Dr. Penis Envy says, Bubble Yum is a far cry from a dick.”

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Jean can practically feel Poppy restraining herself from making a comment about Scott. Or maybe she perfectly could, who knows what the fuck her powers were doing these days? She rolls her eyes at Poppy’s idea, grimacing. “You’re fucking gross. Seriously, I’m so worried for your poor mouth right now.” She looks away from her friend, shaking her head. Scott might be an acquired taste, but at least he didn’t unzip his pants for anyone interested. He had standards, Jean flips her hair as if she’d said that out loud.

“I’ll probably get Scott to write mine, honestly,” she sighs, knowing she’ll spend the time she had to write it doing what she always did. Drink. Eat. Barf. Rinse. Repeat. Sneak in a little crying here and there, stressing over her less than appropriate dreams about Alex thanks to the alien in her head, and fucking Scott. A typical day in the life of Jean Grey. “You know, we could actually try doing our homework for once,” but as soon as the words leave her mouth, she’s bursting into quiet giggles, covering half of her face to look at Poppy.

Poppy laughed with her. “Oh, that’s a scream.” The only homework she did these days was for her history courses, only because she had an interest in the subject. Yet it still seemed sort of unimportant. She’d already been through most of high school, and it wasn’t like the Professor could give her the boot for bad (or a lack of, rather) grades. She had considered trying to go back to California for college, but it seemed improbable the more she thought about it. Who knew if Xavier’s school was even an accredited institution. And was she supposed to have renowned mutant menace Erik Lehnsherr write her a recommendation? Detail the time she murdered a few bad guys in her admission essays? As if. Poppy didn’t like thinking about her future. There was too much uncertainty.

She closed her notebook. She hadn’t written a thing in it anyway. “Well, clearly I have to get me a boyfriend who’ll write all my English papers. I think you’re onto something.” The last thing Poppy wanted was a boyfriend, even one who would do her homework. She barely wanted a man within five feet of her. But it felt right to make these sort of jokes, it felt safe. And besides, the topic of her sexual orientation was as confusing as any other. She had often wanted to divulge all these thoughts to her best friend, but there was still many walls she had to work through first.

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petrosing:

Dom had been given some referrals and been told to shape up his grades. Not that they would or could expel him, because much worse people lurked in the school and skipped classes, but he was trying to be adult, be mature, and tried to get over the fogginess of the early morning. He rubbed his temples, having over half of Ms. Powers’ words going right around him. He had already forgotten who Polonius was. Why were their names so foreign to him? He was shaking his head when he heard a familiar voice. He moved his head to the left and saw Poppy inches from his face, and rested his cheek on his palm. “No,” he groaned. “But I think I still have some skittles from yesterday.” He kicked his backpack with his foot and it slid loudly across the floor, much to the teacher’s dismay. He shrugged in response but she went on talking, already looking away. “Knock yourself out.”

She made a face, “I don’t want your day old Skittles. Are you nuts? We’ll just go to the gas station during lunch.” She said this as though he’d already agreed to this little venture. Of course him actually being on-board was integral, as he was the one with a car. “I could totally just skip biology and we could take a long lunch. Oh, I’d kill for one of those burgers from Larchmont.” Perhaps kill wasn’t the right word. She carefully examined Dom’s face for any shift in expression, though she was almost certain he didn’t know about her vampiric freak out in the forest. And she guessed he didn’t know about the Clan Akkaba members she’d drained and gutted either. Good. She kicked his bag back to him with equal force.  

She was still close enough to get a whiff of his cologne. Her nose scrunched up. “What are you wearing? Aramis? It’s awful. You smell like somebody’s stupid dad. How many times do I have to tell you, sandalwood, not oakmoss. It’s like I’m talking to a brick wall... Hey. Wait.” Poppy narrows her brown eyes suspiciously. “You barely ever use cologne. Is there someone you’re trying to impress? Oh my god.” She smacked his arm. “Are you dating someone?”

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Lance couldn’t help but chuckle at the girl, shaking his head. It was strange, smiling again. But it was starting to happen more and more here. It was something he hadn’t felt since he was with his sister.  But here it was. “Yeah,” he said quietly. Her being obviously bored, asking for gum. It was.. normal. As if she was human. But she was like him. And they were human, just… advanced, or whatever. Besides, normal as far as humans were concerned..

He’d never had that anyway. He’d never sat in classes, or had a friend group to sit around the quad with. All he’d had was weapons training and homeschooling and studying maps. He and his friends weren’t “mutie hunting”- the thought now made his stomach twist- together instead of talking. He handed the girl the gum and said, “I’m Lance by the way.”

She accepted the gum with a grateful grin, all fangs. “Poppy.” she said, by way of introduction. Tossing a piece in her mouth, she caught just the tail end of Ms. Power's explanation on their essay. She could seldom restrain a groan.  “Now tell me, Lance,” she said, “Are you any good at book reports? And would you consider doing mine?” She was joking (well, mostly) and comically fluttered her lashes at him. With a dainty little sigh, she leans back in her chair and surveyed the class, trying to see if anybody else was as bummed as she was over this essay. She was pleased to find that a majority of the class looked a good mix annoyed and bored. And yet Ms. Power went on in that sunshiney way of hers, having chosen to blissfully ignore her class’s collective lack of interest in the assignment. In all fairness, did anyone really like writing essays?

“At least we have two weeks to do it,” Poppy said and blew a bubble with her gum. It popped with a small snap. “All the more time for me to put it off until the last minute.”

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bonefida:

It was nice to see she wasn’t the only bored one in this class - she probably should have taken a more advanced class but she didn’t want to have to put in any more work than she had to. Plus Hamlet was easy - a little bit of this, a little bit of that, throw in some stuff about Oedipus and she’d be set. The story was good and she enjoyed the movie adaptions but this wasn’t why she’d come to this school. So she doodled and doodled, a bone here, a skull there, all the while keeping an eye on Ms. Powers to make sure she wouldn’t be called on unexpectedly. 

Which was shy, when the girl next to her asked for gum, Moira grinned. It was hard, being in class after having been free for so long and the hour felt like it had been dragging for three days already. Slipping a hand into her backpack, she pulled out a slightly mangled pack of mint gum. “Here. I promise the gum is still good, no matter what it’s package looks like.”

“Thanks,” Poppy said, accepting the bent up pack. She pulled out a piece of gum with her slender fingers, unwrapped it and popped it in her mouth. Bless this tiny distraction. She had practically exhausted all of her other distractions. Lecture was fit to end in minutes, but the time dragged on. Ms. Power began explaining the book report that would be due in the following two weeks, but Poppy elected to ignore most of the details. She found the idea of writing an essay to be trivial and, well, stupid considering the looming threat of Clan Akkaba. Poppy still hadn’t gotten to the bottom of her blood lust or had even begun to come to terms with what she did in the forest. And she was worried about Lorna. It was all she had thought about over the weekend. In her nervousness, she straightened out some of the mangled edges of the pack of gum. She returned it to the girl. 

“I can’t stand these kind of essays,” she said, groaned rather. “Like, who cares if poison is a symbol of vengeance? How is that going to help me in the real life?” She watched Ms. Power scrawl the due date on the blackboard. She supposed it’d be of use to her to write it down in her notebook. She doesn’t move. “I prefer history. Much more straight-forward. Poison is always just poison.” 

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Jean isn’t even registering half the things Ms. Power is saying, and she’s not pretending to. Leaned back in her desk with her face upturned to the ceiling, she counts to cracks as her eyes blink lazily. An alien. She was possessed by an alien. And now that alien was a person who was dating her boyfriend’s brother. Could her  life get any weirder?

She feels her ribs through her shirt, skating down each one with a new finger like she’s playing the piano. Every day she finds it easier to feel them. Clearing her throat, she looks over at her blonde friend and raises her brows. “You wouldn’t?” she repeats, amused. Jean was always out of gum around Poppy and Josh. “You’re lucky I sent Scott to the gas station this morning.” From her backpack, she pulls out the Bubble Yum her boyfriend had acquired for her and tossed it at Poppy. “I’d say help yourself but I’m worried I wouldn’t get it back… bitch.”

Poppy removed the paper from a piece of gum and popped it in her mouth. She shrugged. “You say bitch but all I hear is beautiful and warm-hearted.” She was going to adjoin this with a comment about how at least she wasn’t a cold plate of macaroni like Scott, but the boy had come through. She’d spare him the insult. This time around. Returning the pack to her friend, she looks back down at the markings on her desk. Lewd doodles and gossip that was usually reserved for the walls and stall doors of high school bathrooms. She had read it already and was largely unimpressed. She tried to sneak a peek at the led and Sharpie writings on Jean’s desk, but it was just as disappointing. 

Ms. Power ended the discussion and reminded them of the essay that would be due in the following weeks. Poppy pats a yawn. “Who do you think I could get to write this essay for me?” She asks, semi-joking. “Has to be someone who won’t ask for, like, sexual favours in return... Actually you know what,” she takes a beat and smirks, fangs gleaming in the morning sun. “If any of these losers actually had the balls to ask for a blow job, well, I might consider. It’d have to be in exchange for an ace paper though. And they can’t be, like, totally gross. I’ve still got standards.”

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Klara was lost. She’d managed to get the basic story of Hamlet down, but there was so many words in the text that weren’t even in her dictionary, and now the teacher wanted to talk about what it all meant beyond that! Her eyes wandered to the clock, trying to work out how long they had left.

When the girl next to her spoke, Klara almost missed what she said. She’d tried explaining before, but she found it really hard to listen to English with more than one person speaking. In Russian, she knew how to pick it out from a crowd, but with English, all the sounds just blurred into noise and she didn’t know it well enough to pick out the words. “Gum?” she repeats, frowning. “No. I am sorry.”

Poppy made a little huff. Well, that decided it. She would just have to go to the corner shop during lunch and get another pack. Tapping her pen against her glossy bottom lip, she contemplates just asking another one of her peers. It would save her the walk. Nah. She’d just convince Dom to drive her. She looks at the dark-haired girl again and notices that she was young. Very young. Poppy thought she could not be a day over fourteen. What the hell was she doing in this higher level English class? Maybe she was a super genius. 

Poppy eyed the clock on the wall. Just a few more minutes now. A few more long and painful minutes. The girl might not have been able to provide her with gum, but she could still help pass the time. “Kind of a snooze-fest, don’t you think?” She said, gesturing down to her own copy of the Shakespeare play. “Like, if Hamlet had just taken a Xanax and chilled out for, like, two seconds we wouldn’t have to write a boring essay.”