›› I COULD BE ↗↗ w h o l es o m e ↵
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx⇣xx I xxcould xxbe xxloathsome
xxxxxx[< .¸¸ I GUESS x✕x I'M A LITTLE BIT SHY !
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx> wнy doɴ'т yoυ lιĸe мe? <
xxxxxxxxxWhy don't you like me without .making .m e .try?
█║xWhy don't you like me? ( ❤ ) why don't you like me?
xxxxxxxxxxxxwhy don't you ↘↘
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx( like yourself!? )
Griselle von Schmidt stumbled into her dorm, the smell of cinnamon and the look of exhaustion graced her sharp features as she dragged her frail body into the dormitory she would be staying in while she attended the 'school for magically' inclined. She wasn't magically inclined, she had a mutation not this so called magic - sure as hell didn't exist in her world, if it did, they would have been shunned and tossed aside just like the mutants. She digressed. The ravenette didn't realize the consequences of staying in an alternate dimension would end up leaving her in a near comatose, powerless state - maybe if someone had told her, she wouldn't have lazed around for a minute too long. God damn, how she missed her bizarre friends, she even missed that scary animal that teased her for being antsy whenever he decided it'd be fun to flash his claws around her face. She couldn't say she missed her dad, he was evidently still a part of her since he had been turning her superhuman flexibility on and off whenever he felt as if she needed to restore energy.
Griselle had found it extremely difficult to amble towards a bedroom without the pathetic attempt of walking and closing her eyes at the same time. Crimson eyes full of drowsiness chose the door on the left - good choice, it was the singles room and she wanted to be alone in this school for the magically talented because mutants were far from magical. The way they were treated, she'd be lucky if she got called an animal. The German had tried as hard as she could to stay awake, only to find herself in and out of reality, stuck between the harbors of consciousness and sleep. She gripped onto the black locks of her hair and tied them up with a white hair-band, headed off to the bed to not only sleep, but make it hers. If she slept in it, it was hers. Boom pow, best theory ever from a nineteen year old. She made herself comfortable on the bed, pulled up the blanket and snuggled. Ruby eyes shut, she found herself slowly swimming towards the harbor of sleep in a reality so strange to her - a place where mutants like her didn't exist.
"You have my genes," a German accented voice broke the comfortable silence.
"Not yours, Kurt,"
"Then who's are they, Griselle?"
"Another teleporter. Simple." she looked over her shoulder. "Why, did you want them to be yours?" she watched him shake his head and she laughed, "Good, I like you too much to be your daughter."
A sharp, strangled choke left Griselle's throat as she latched onto her bedsheets and shot up, sweat ran down her forehead as she rushed to get out of the bed. Of all the old friends and family she could have dreamed about, why did it have to be him and her out having a picnic on the institute's grounds and him bringing up her other father - the one who's mutation she carried around. She avoided thinking about it and raced out of the dormitory to get fresh air and calm herself down before she drove herself mad even in a dimension he could never reach - brimstone and cinnamon couldn't belong to the same one. She made her way out of the Catian dorm building and headed off to where ever she could work on her teleporting and be away from that stupid nightmare inducing bed.
[Exit to stalk Lucas Amsel]
