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| Thursday, March 24th, 2005 | | 1:45 pm |
At Emma's door
The envelope that had contained Kyle's scholarship appilication and eventual acceptance was folded into a tiny square. It had been folded, unfolded, and refolded numerous times on the way from his room to Emma's office. With the plane ticket back home already ordered, he wanted to let Ms. Frost know he wouldn't be coming back for some time. The knock on the door is a soft one, and Kyle's voice is an odd combination of sadness and excitement. "Ms. Frost?" he asks, not sure if he wants her to be there, like the uncertainty of whether to leave a voice mail or not. | | Wednesday, March 23rd, 2005 | | 4:19 pm |
Journal: Private ((OOC: Phasing Kyle out...))
Not that it's been hard avoiding everyone at the mansion, as people are usually wrapped up in their own matters, but I've totally been skipping out on what I need to do and say. Summers and Frost were kind enough to have me study and live here since last year, and since I'm going to be leaving soon, I should be able to tell them exactly why. Maybe even talk to Grace about it, but she's at the farm for now. An e-mail would be too impersonal, but it just feels like I'm running. I've been away from my family too long, and the scholarship for the massage school is too good to pass up. A lot of thank you's are in order, and I'll be sure to keep in touch and see how things with the brotherhood and MAMA work out for them. It looks as though the mutant route wasn't for me. I'm not going to go back to Tampa and just sit and watch the TV all dejected and stuff though. If things happen in my town, I'm going to be there helping people out and educating who I can. This place has given me enough courage in that sense, to go out and right wrongs. Time to grow up then, and let them know I'll be leaving. ~Kyle | | Saturday, February 5th, 2005 | | 3:24 pm |
Private
So talk about random acts of kindness! Emma took everyone shopping for the Valentine's day dance. We all needed the outing, and it was great to be like a regular college student again. I made a quick dash to my usual stores, selecting a different item at each, because I hate to buy the store made outfits they put together for you. At Express I bought yet another 1MX fitted stretch dress shirt, but rather than the solid colors I always buy, this one has vertical stripes in shades of green, brown, and grey on a white background. I also found this solid green tie, sort of shiny but not, still dark enough to match the shirt. Kenneth Cole had these awesome dress boots also shiny, but in this nice brown, semi Diesel style with the square-ness. They're pretty low key so they don't distract much from the shirt. The pants I bought at Nordstroms, and they're black with really faint grey stitches around the hems and small cargo pockets. Sleek cargo not the tacky button ones though. I'm using this belt I have from home, leather, brown also, with a small rectangular buckle, nothing big. Red doesn't look good on me, so I'm sure the outfit won't match much with the dance decor, but that's alright. I can't believe I just dedicated an entire entry to my clothes, but hey, when was the last time I went shopping like this! `Kyle\ | | Saturday, January 29th, 2005 | | 3:45 pm |
Private
I'm slacking in school more than I'd like to be. The only class I have left now after I dropped the other is massage physiology. When my parents get the bill for college they're going to flip at how little I'm doing. I don't know why, but I'm pretty disenchanted with the whole school thing. A bright part of the day is when I'm carpooling with the other students here, like Grace and David that take classes there also. And as a total change of subject, which I've been meaning to talk about, something really odd happened at the clinic the other day. While I was working with Rose, I was feeling tired during her rehab so I decided against using any of my powers, but when I finished, she asked why I didn't do my thing. I flipped when I thought I was caught, but then she continued by telling me how she used to have a thing too, but she forgot what it was. She said not to worry, I guess because she saw the concern on my face, that she'd probably forget about my thing too, and how she kept the secret about her thing when she was younger. She was having one of the moments of Alzheimers clarity where she realized one thing, but completely forgot another. I wasn't sure if she was talking about a mutation or what. Anyway, whenever Kate brings up the discussion group thing, It's something I'd want to ask. What happens to mutations in old age? Not like Xavier old, because his mental faculties are fine, but like senile old. Did she forget what she used to do? Or how to even do it? If she brings it up again, I'll have to ask. Till next time journal. Kyle | | Thursday, January 20th, 2005 | | 8:34 am |
Private Journal
So it's not so much I'm upset we lost, I'm upset it was lost for Kate. I know it's just a game and all, but that she put so much into it to have it not go her way, bleh. But really, how could team Iceman not have won a snowball fight? :). There's all this talk about having to 'serve' the winning team, cause someone's going to need to explain that to me. It feels like being back in high school or something. The grounds were beautiful during the fight though, and I'd lose a million more times to get to play in it again. All these people that grew up with snow and winter and scarves don't know what it's like actually decorating palm trees and sweating from the heat during the pseudo-winter. Everyone looks better in sweaters, it should be some sort of mandatory dress code. People just look cuter all bundled up. Maybe I'll move to Colorado or somewhere very north once I move out of here. That's going to be it for now, but hopefully the weekend is more eventful so I'll have more to talk about. Speaking of more, I didn't write about what happened with Rose the other day, but that's a whole nother entry. `Kyle- | | Wednesday, January 12th, 2005 | | 5:07 pm |
Private Journal
So Grace came over the other day to cash in on the massage thing. The session went well and I think I might've found something career wise I'd enjoy doing. Staying and studying to be a real physical therapist might be a little too structured for me, so I'm considering studying massage therapy at one of the alternative medicine centers they have around. You can get actual degrees and experience and licensure from them and get jobs at spas or hotels, or even hospitals if I'm so inclined. So looks like that will be a potential avenue for the future I'm looking into. On another note as odd as it sounds, when she gave me a hug goodbye, I was almost surprised. I mean, I'm not a total recluse, but as much as I go out for classes and hang out here with people, I haven't really made a 'connection' with anyone. I don't even want to think about how long it's been since I've had a date. Not that I'm out looking or anything, or even advertising for that matter, it's just not my thing, but it'd be fun to have that whole 'guy fall in your lap' sorta thing happen. Basically I think this means I'm going to make more of an effort to connect to people at the college, maybe join a student club or something, or start one: "Mutant college students that don't think they want to be superheroes but have no idea what other options there are to be safe and still contribute to society". Don't think it would look nice on a poster though, but maybe it could work with tinsel, like Kate said. The connection thing is going to apply here as well, you know, talk, hang out, do stuff outside the mansion with people. Maybe we could go out for dinner one night in the city, get away from things here. Anyway, speaking of people, this lady Rogue came late last night I heard. I think she used to be an X Men or something, though I didn't get to meet her yet. It's kind of ironic that while a bunch of the other professors and staff have left, the 'rogue' returned. Well, seems I'm out of thoughts for now, till next time. +Kyle | | Tuesday, January 11th, 2005 | | 8:26 am |
| | Wednesday, January 5th, 2005 | | 10:09 pm |
Private Journal...
So I've been told that I'm going to be a KP teacher to one of the new students here. The guy's name is Sebastian, and he's done a bit of traveling in his life, going from school to school every time he used his powers. He does something with mentally mimicking sound waves and projecting them onto different locations or objects. He also seems to have a little bit of telekinesis that he has a lot less control over. Anyway, this change in plans makes me think that I'm going to cut back on my time at the clinic, maybe now going just twice a week or so to make sure I'm at the mansion for his training and whatever else is needed. I have to say I'm pretty nervous, but I know Mr. Summers wouldn't have come to me if he didn't feel I could handle it. Now, I just have to make sure I don't let him down. Dr. McCoy was a great teacher to me, so really, all I have to do is look back on our time together and I'm sure I'll learn plenty from those past sessions on how to help Sebastian accomplish whatever goals he might have. Maybe I can even stop by the labs sometime and ask him for some advice. I'm more excited than nervous really, this is going to give me the chance to give back to these people all that they gave me last year. Lesson plans would be too much like real school work, so I need to come up with another way to organize this. Time to get planning then. ~Kyle{ | | Monday, January 3rd, 2005 | | 1:37 pm |
| | Thursday, December 23rd, 2004 | | 12:13 pm |
Christmas presents!
Kyle wasn't exactly pleased at how little money he had in his account. With all that he had been working, he assumed he'd have a little more saved up, but with classes and books, and sending money back home, there wasn't much left. Realizing that buying all the students and faculty at the mansion individual gifts would be a little more than he could afford, he affixed a small note on his door that the others would hopefully notice. It read: Christmas aromatherapy and/or massage sessions courtesy of Kyle! Just let me know when you want to stop by and you'll get your fun and relaxing gift (or a rain check for another occasion). Happy Holidays everyone! -Me He decorated the note as best he could with little holiday drawings of snowflakes and red and green ornaments. The aromatherapy could be easily taken care of by his abilities and some nature sounds cd's he had, and with the massage techniques he learned at the rehab clinic, they felt great even if your muscles were fine. | | Sunday, December 5th, 2004 | | 2:12 am |
Private Journal
*It had taken Kyle a while to process all his emotions and thoughts about the beginning of the semester. There had been so much going on between getting settled, starting college again, and working, that he had not had much time to himself. With a brief moment of quiet and clarity, he opened the journal program on his computer and began an entry.* Talk about a rush. All the new kids have moved in, and its been hectic getting them settled. The professors and staff are doing a great job keeping it all organized though. I've got to say that it's a similar group to last year, or maybe high school just does that: creating certain personalities, like teenage archetypes. The lake is frozen, thanks to Bobby. I haven't been out to skate on it yet. I realized that I hadn't seen snow, or very much ice in my whole life before coming here. Everyone seemed kind of down and upset after Emma's speech. Right after she finished I have to say that I was also. It seemed like she was scaring all the new kids right as they walked in the doors. But really, I tried to think about it more, and what she had on the slides wasn't anything the kids hadn't seen before on the news or something. It's no sudden revelation that people don't like us. Maybe it's better the younger ones hear the truth from someone they'll be able to count on later in life. The X Men know because they've been there and seen the hate firsthand. I try to rationalize her logic. But really, she's the White Queen, why would she sugar coat anything? I can admire her honesty, understanding it is another matter entirely. It looked like she up-staged Scott though, and not just with the outfit. They have an interesting dynamic that's fun to watch. Fun in a 'Discovery chanel, looking at the lions size each other up and fight' sort of way. Well, this is getting longer than I had thought, so I'll stop here. Just wanted to get things out of my head. *end* | | Thursday, November 18th, 2004 | | 2:56 pm |
At work...
Kyle signed onto one of the staff computers during his lunch break as he usual did after his meal. He had eargerly been checking his e mail for news on the new group of students that would be staying in the mansion. Between work and finishing up school at the community college, he didn't have a lot of time to be corresponding directly with the Institute professors on new going on's. "A week or so..." Kyle thought to himself. He wasn't sure what to expect really, how different or similar the new group of students would be to his own class. It didn't matter really, he'd be there as much as he could, to help out with their studies or practices, chores around the mansion, to continue earning his stay. With his hour almost up, he signed off and returned to the charge therapist for the afternoons assignment, looking for plenty of work to do to pass the time until the newbies arrived. | | Monday, November 15th, 2004 | | 12:39 pm |
| | Sunday, October 31st, 2004 | | 8:52 pm |
Open (Didn't know if anyone was going to start a halloween thread, so here goes)
Kyle wandered outside his room, sneaking quietly past several other doors. It wasn't that he was embarassed of his costume, he just hadn't seen anyone else dressed up this evening. "And so what if I'm a little old for halloween" he told himself while getting ready. So with his cowboy hat tilted just right, lasso and plastic water-gun on his belt, and country style boots clicking slightly he turned the corner headed for the common room. Imagining what other students might be, or not be as some appearances went, brought a cynical smile to his face as he continued walking. | | Thursday, September 23rd, 2004 | | 10:18 pm |
| | Saturday, August 21st, 2004 | | 2:46 pm |
Open for play
OOC: I know I've been spotty, but with registering for the fall semester, financial aid crap and family things, it's been sort of difficult. Apologies to Lohan Mun, Kyle will reply ;). Back in C: Being in one of those wonderfuly random moods where he's actually seeking attention, Kyle walked into the TV room to see who was around. There had seemed to be a general, negative haze around the mansion since what had happened to Grace and Lotte, and he hoped there still wasn't too much of a funk around. | | Monday, June 21st, 2004 | | 12:37 pm |
| | Friday, June 18th, 2004 | | 12:12 pm |
Open thread :)
With Bobby's assignment done, Kyle headed for the kitchen for some food before starting the paper for the incident with Merric and Christine. He needed energy if he wanted to get this thing done and over with. | | 12:08 pm |
KP
After the meeting with Mr Summers, Kyle did as he was told and went to look for Dr McCoy. Kyle hoped there wasn't going to be another writing assignment puninshment involved... ::knock:: | | Thursday, June 17th, 2004 | | 11:26 am |
I'm not upset, just dissapointed...
Walking rather slowly, hoping to not actually reach Mr Summer's door, Kyle thinks about what's about to happen. So yeah, they all probably shouldn't have tried to play heroes. Yes, there were other adults present. And yes, things *could* have gotten out of control, but they didn't. Doesn't that count for something? Kyle isn't sure if he has a defense planned, or is just going to grin and bear it. Knowing Mr Summers, it will likely be something completely different. ::Knock:: |
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