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brightestlight) wrote2013-02-09 07:34 pm
brightestlight) wrote2013-02-09 07:34 pm
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So, first off, Caroline's mad. That's the thing that gets her, she's mad, and she's not been this kind of mad-at-the-world in a while. She's in the gym, and she's managed to actually mess up one of the punching bags but she's moved to another so she can try and blow off steam.
Well, half blow off steam, and half get better at this, so that her age isn't so much of an overriding factor that she wasn't a better sort of pick then two humans. Let's see Cuthbert go up against Logan, or Klaus, or Mystique, and honestly she wasn't really one to blow her own horn and stack up her powers for her being capable, but it wasn't just her powers. She'd gone up against the Hulk, and was pretty well fine. She could handle herself. She'd died a bunch of times, she wasn't exactly jumping at shadows in the dark. She's trying hard, and she's here, and it's everything that everybody's shown her in this sort of weird mishmash of steps and movements that mixed between human-fast and faster than, and Logan said it was like stacking marbles.
She's sweating and glaring, and really it looks like the bag's personally offended her, but she'll figure it out later - except, of course, she hears the woosh of the door and she turns on a dime, glaring - somewhat without reason - at whomever's in the doorway.
Well, half blow off steam, and half get better at this, so that her age isn't so much of an overriding factor that she wasn't a better sort of pick then two humans. Let's see Cuthbert go up against Logan, or Klaus, or Mystique, and honestly she wasn't really one to blow her own horn and stack up her powers for her being capable, but it wasn't just her powers. She'd gone up against the Hulk, and was pretty well fine. She could handle herself. She'd died a bunch of times, she wasn't exactly jumping at shadows in the dark. She's trying hard, and she's here, and it's everything that everybody's shown her in this sort of weird mishmash of steps and movements that mixed between human-fast and faster than, and Logan said it was like stacking marbles.
She's sweating and glaring, and really it looks like the bag's personally offended her, but she'll figure it out later - except, of course, she hears the woosh of the door and she turns on a dime, glaring - somewhat without reason - at whomever's in the doorway.
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She takes a deep, deep breath, and exhales slowly. "I've been here for almost a year. I can't leave the station, my friends are gone, and believe me, I think I've ransacked everything out of the wardrobe that's really wearable. So, I have nothing to do, so I've been working hard. Doing the one thing I pretty much can do that's not getting me lynched, and doing it better. And I know," she says, holding her hand up like Mystique's going to talk, because she's already gone over this. "That the fact that I'm trying doesn't mean anything, and it doesn't, but it does mean that I know exactly how good or bad I am, and so do other people, who are actually qualified to make these choices. I'm annoyed because two people, who don't know me, who somehow have the power to make those choices, decided that they get to be the ones who pick who guards the scary guy, and when shit goes crazy, then what? If I help out they're hardly going to say no, right? What if someone dies?"
She sighs, then, and her speech? Done. "Just because I'm a blond teenaged cheerleader doesn't mean that I need to get back to my Easy Bake Oven," she says tiredly, and shakes her head.