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Post by Emma Frost on Jan 8, 2013 18:07:04 GMT -5
Emma had a busy morning. Picking up people from prison transport was not something the well-bred blonde normally would have dealt with but this was a special case. After pick up they rode silently in the limo while Emma read her cargo’s paperwork and mind. She was unsure how Sean was going to respond to this but it should be interesting to see everything play out.
When the limo pulled into the drive of the school the telepath lead her cargo through the school to her office and summoned Sean. On the way she began to inform her redheaded cargo she began to inform her on some things about the school. “Will you are at the academy there will be no stealing or drinking. This is a place of learning not a place to indulge your vices. You will be given a school uniform and training uniform. You will wear your uniform when in class and studying and training uniforms when it is appropriate.” The blonde walked fast and didn’t look back to see if the young hoodlum was keeping up with her. “If you need any special dietary needs write it out and put it in the proper drop box in the kitchen so the chefs are aware of it.”
“Meals are at seven am, noon and six. If you miss a meal you may go to kitchen and fix yourself something. Menus for the month are given with the schools monthly report which you get the first day of the month.” She opened the door to her office and took off her jacket then threw it on to the chaise lounge.
“Sit.” She said as she walked to her desk to see what important business she had miss during her time collecting Theresa.
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Post by Theresa Cassidy on Jan 8, 2013 18:38:46 GMT -5
It's not that Theresa Cassidy wasn't grateful to not be going to prison. She was very grateful.
she just wished she knew why she wasn't going to prison. And why the Ice Queen here had been the one to pick her up and drag her off to some fancy boarding school.
She wanted Tom. Where was he? Had he been injured? Killed? Terry would know if that was the case, wouldn't she?
The redhead followed Ms. Frost silent and demure, her head bowed and auburn tresses falling in front of her face, obscuring her green eyes. They were an unusual shade of green, deeper than kelly green but not quite emerald-- too blue; almos turquoise in all honesty. Tom always talked about how Terry was the living spit of her mother, except for her eyes. But Toms eyes were brown. Terry couldn't help wondering where her eyes came from when she looked in the mirror. A long lost grandfather maybe?
As Ms. Frost rattled off the lists of don'ts that were specific to this institution of higher education (because they all like to think they were different but they really weren't) she kep up visibly, but internally her brain was working a mile a minute to try and figure out how she could find out about Tom. If he'd been arrested, she needed to know he'd be properly cared for. Being crippled was not going to be easy for him in prison, and honestly could the doctors or nurses care for him as well as she could?
She wouldn't even consider the possibility of him being dead. Not her father. No, he was simply hiding out and would come for her when the time was right. And if he didn't, Terry would find him and break him out.
Theresa sat when she was ordered to, her dislike for the woman running this place growing but not showing.
"IBeggin yer pardon ma'am, but--um... I dinna wanna seem ungrateful fer ypur generosity an'all, but-- woulja be so kind as t'splain t'me where we are, an why I'm 'ere, aye?"
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Post by Emma Frost on Jan 8, 2013 19:32:41 GMT -5
Emma sorted bills and check into piles, she was pleased that the check pile seemed to be bigger then the bills today. She looked up from her desk to the redhead as she spoke. She was surprise that the girl seem to at least have manner. “You are at Massachusetts Academy for Excellent Young Adults and I am the headmistress Emma Frost or simply Mass. Academy. This is a school is for ‘excellent’ young adults like yourself.” She said as turned to face Terry. “Excellent in this case means mutant.”
“This school is not just to educate you in history and science but in your mutant powers.” The telepath’s icy eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “The proper use of them.”
“As for why you are here…” She paused and tilted her head to the side as she tapped the envelope with Black Tom‘s letter in it against her desk debating should give it to the girl before Sean but decide it best to give it to Sean first. “That question will be answered when my self-defense teacher gets here and then there will be a whole new set of questions. Most will be answered by him.”
Emma moved to sit at her desk as she study Terry curious how she will take the meeting with Sean and hoped she wasn‘t going to have to replace her windows. She also hope Sean will show soon for she didn‘t want to have to come up with idle chit-chat. What does one talk to a hoodlum about? “You may be surprise to know that he has the same powers as you.” She said idly as she began to go over the orders for the school for the month figuring she would at least attempt to get some of morning work done.
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Post by Theresa Cassidy on Jan 8, 2013 21:36:56 GMT -5
Theresa was still a little closed off from what Emma was saying to her. She listened carefully to everything Emma explained, taking note of the school's name and the fact that it was for mutants....
Wait, what?
There was a school for people like her? Where she wouldn't be looked at as a freak or crazy because of what she could do. She could learn how to use her powers, hone them to a fine tuned degree beyond what Tom had taught her.
And the athletics director had similar powers to her? How cool was that? Terry was actually starting to feel okay about being here, starting again.
Tom wasn't with her. That was her one worry. And it needled at Terry, that she couldn't take care of him.
"Thank ya ma'am, fer the opportunity. I true 'preciate it, I do. Do ye know wha'happened to me da? His name is Tom Cassidy, an he's a cripple. I'mma right tic frightened fer him..."
There was genuine worry and concern in Terry's eyes, and if Emma was reading her thoughts,they were all of Tom and his care.
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Post by Sean Cassidy on Jan 9, 2013 0:07:16 GMT -5
The office of Sean Cassidy was just down the hall from Emma's so it wasn't a long trip. He was sitting at his desk in a black pullover shirt, black slacks, and a red a vest jacket over it all. The school logo was on the jacket. He wore black cowboy boots and red sunglasses over his bloodshot eyes.
Sean was currently sitting in his office behind the desk going over stat reports from his students performance in the Grotto. It was a nice quality that the facility had. Sean looked up and folded his file and turned off his computer as he got the summons from Emma. He picked up the eye dropper and did some red-eye treatments before heading out. He flipped on his glasses and headed out into the office.
He walked in just as the girl who was with Emma was saying, "Thank ya ma'am, fer the opportunity. I true 'preciate it, I do. Do ye know wha'happened to me da? His name is Tom Cassidy, an he's a cripple. I'mma right tic frightened fer him..." His eyes immediately went to the girl and looked her over. "Ye are Tom Cassidy's daughter?"
He looked to Emma, a bit concerned. 'What's going on here?' He turned back to the girl and addressed her. "Sean," he extended his hand to greet her. He didn't give his last name. When did that weasel get the chance to steal someone's baby? "I'mma the self-defense instructor here."
He looked to Emma. "Aye just finished goin' over the stat reports on the last Grotto session. They di' a good job.''
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Post by Emma Frost on Jan 9, 2013 1:00:13 GMT -5
Emma did her best to hide the cat that ate the canary look from her face when Sean entered the room and asked his question. She enjoyed the fact she was the only one in the room that seemed to be in the know. She had all the power and that how she liked it. She sat back in her chair and looked up at Sean. “Tom Cassidy is the reason I picked you up from prison transport and that you are here.” She let the words settle into both them before she held up an envelope. For now she would not go into details. After all it was Sean‘s details to fill out. “This is for you, Sean.”
“Do not worry about Old Tom. I will make sure he will be taken care of and gets what he deserves.” She folded her hands in her lap as after Sean took the envelope. “ It was the least I could do for family.” Emma smiled wide when she said ‘family’ showing almost all of her pearly white teeth when she does. The blonde was curious which would take the information in the envelope harder. Sean or Theresa? She wondered if she should just turn off the part of their minds that control their powers now to save her eardrums and her windows. Emma decided against for she didn’t want to hear Sean lectured her about ethics. It got so boring after the tenth hundred times. Though, she was sure by the end of the day she would have something to lecture him about for a change. “Of course they did well. They are the best of the best, after all.” She said with a soft coo, quite please with the results. Then she paused and raised an eyebrow slightly. “Sharon managed to get through a session without biting anyone?” She was a bit curious how well her kitten was doing. Her icy blue eyes stared at Sean. *Before you even asked, I had tested run on the girl’s blood and scanned her mind and all done before I had any coffee. It’s true. She would not get in the door.* Emma then tilted her head to the side wondering if he was going to ask her to leave her own office to deal with her or actually ask her help with his current situation. *So, what are we going to do about this?* |
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Post by Theresa Cassidy on Jan 9, 2013 22:56:17 GMT -5
"Tis a pleasur3 t'meet ye Mr. Sean.... Aye Tom cassidy tis me da... least he raised me after me mum passed when I was a wee behrn. Tis nice t'hear me home accent again tho-- are ye from County Kerry? Yer accent's a tic hard t'place." Terry asked softly, trying to muddle her own County Mayo accent a bit. She knew exactly where he was from once he opened his mouth. How much of an eejit did they take her for?
Carefully, Terry studied the man in the room. Something about him felt-- strange. She knew him from somewhere, but she couldn't put her finger on it for the life of her.
If anything, he reminded her a bot of Tom in his build and the way he carried himself. But his hair was strawberry blond instead of black and his eyes--
Terry felt a chill unlike anything else race down her spine. Her whole life, she had wondered whose eyes she had gotten. Terry had begged Tom to tell her more about her mother, her aunts, their kin at Cassidy Keep... But he'd been mum on the subject.
So why did it bother her so much now that she was face to face with a stranger, from Ireland, with the exact same shade of deep greenish blue eyes that she herself saw in the mirror every day?
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Post by Sean Cassidy on Jan 10, 2013 13:22:26 GMT -5
Sean listened to her. No she was no idiot and neither was he. He knew she was from Mayo County, though he was already certain they were kin to some extent whether she was his cousin or not was unclear. "Mayo County of course. Tis good to hear an Irish tongue agin."
He turned to Emma as she passed him the letter. He read it. He read it a few times. He looked to her as she answered, privately, the question he had. He didn't answer her question about the students... yet. *Aye always... aye need a seat.* He pulled up a chair and turned to Terry. "Here ye go." He slopped down into the chair.
"He probably had ye in his backpocket when he told me about Maeve. Aye lashed out at him, pissed that he let her die. Aye feared that he had... Well Aye always knew Tom fancyed her." He bit his lip. "Guess he felt that it was payback for what Aye did to him."
He looked to her and let her digest it. Who was going to take this harder... feck if Sean knew.
Ball was in her court now if nothing else.
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Post by Emma Frost on Jan 10, 2013 13:54:08 GMT -5
Emma watched the exchange between Sean and Theresa and wondering how much one letter would change that. Even before the girl got the letter things inside the girl’s head was clicking. She was quick. That was something that Emma liked in her students, so maybe her being here would not just be a favor for Sean.
The blonde focus went to Sean as he read the letter and waited for his response. When he seemingly almost collapsed in the chair and began to talk. Emma was pretty sure he was talking to himself and not her or Theresa. She looked to the girl. Daddy manage to not blow out her windows but there was still a chance that daddy’s little girl would. With how quick Terry was she wondered if her windows and eardrums were safe but the fact that Terry was a teenager there was still a chance she and her windows were not safe.
*Do you want me to set her up in the dorms or in the spare room of your staff suite?* Emma didn’t ask Sean the question to be cold but to bring him back from the place his thoughts were drifting. He was an important member of her staff and she needed him in the here and now, not stuck in memories of the past. She was also pretty sure that Theresa was going to need him right now, too.
Verbally she stayed quiet for the moment for she didn’t think either need to hear from her right now. So she sat back and just watched things unfold waiting to see if she was needed or just needed to slip out.
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Post by Theresa Cassidy on Jan 10, 2013 22:17:32 GMT -5
Terry had been paying apt attention to the two "grown ups" in the room, and she wasn't too sure she liked the picture the dots she was connecting made. Sean speaking to who-- himself? Her?-- about Tom, and Maeve--- that was her middle name, after ber dearly departed mother....
Terry's eyes, the same as Seans, scanned the letter that was placed in her hands. Then she scanned it again. Then a third time.
It was like something in her brain that should be functioning had stopped working.
Dear Sean,
It pains me to write this because as I do I know if you have it in your hands I am either dead or going to jail for a long time; and if that's the case you've won ya cheeky bastard. This game of cat and mouse we've played our whole life has come to an end and you're the victor.
There's something I have kept from you for 16 years. Maeve gave birth to your daughter, Theresa Maeve Rourke Cassidy, and died in the IRA bombing. I didn't do everything I could to save her, but it was because there was more precious cargo on that bus. Maeve knew we didn't have much time, and she made me pull Theresa to safety instead f getting her out from under the debris. Your wife gave her life for your daughter. I have raised her as my own, the best I could, naybe not the way Maeve would have wanted, but she always knew she was loved. she knew her mother from my memories of her. And I didn't tell you because I knew you would take her from me, and I would never see my little girl again.
Now you're all she has though. Theresa is a good girl, just awfully misguided because of her loyalty to me. She needs a father, Sean, one that I can't be. Please don't lose your daughter again because I was too selfish to share her for the first half of her life.
Regretfully,
Tom"
The paper in Theresa's hands seemed to crumple, as she gripped it tight enough to tear. She blinked fast. Terry could feel the screams of anguish building inside of her. But she wasn't someplace safe to let them out. Ms. frost would not like her head exploded. And Sean---
Her.....father?
Emma's words rushed back through her mind. One of her teachers had abilities similar to her own.
Apparently she had inherited more than just Sean's eyes.
"Ms. Frost.... Mr. Cassidy... She spoke in a whisper, the name Cassidy sounded foreign to Theresa's numbed ears. "Ye-- ye might be needin earplugs...tis a lot t'take in an' I dinna want ta hurt annaone..."
Her voice was tearful, and her eyes, Sean's eyes, were bright with tears when they met the identical pair in her...in Sean's face.
"Do.. d'ye like beer bat'red brisket? I usually did th'cookin fer me an-- fer meself. I''I'd like t'make ye dinner..."
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Post by Sean Cassidy on Jan 11, 2013 13:16:27 GMT -5
Sean was right now a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He was keeping it from lashing out but that was about it. He was angry. Angry at Tom, angry at himself, angry at Emma, angry at the world... The only person who wasn't being assigned blame was Theresa. She was, though he doubted she would see it, the biggest victim of this all. He was a bit lost to what to do.
Sean smiled as Emma addressed his mind. He thought about that. *Seperate. 'or now. She's a grown woman, she probably wonna want me THAT close.* He looked to Theresa and wondered what she was going through right now.
Sean smiled as she spoke, she seemed to know that she was on the verge of an emotional shattering. "Emma, could use it. Imma immune to my own scream's damage so hopefully that applies to you as well." He bit his lip.
He listened to her offer. "Imma good with that. Aye will make some boxty as a side. Aye cook too. Ms. Frost's chefs donna do Irish comfort." He smirked. "Their loss."
"We do need to talk and it would be nice to do that amid an Irish dinner. While Emma fixes you up a room, why donna we go talk at my room, Aye will grab you some gym clothes. Orange... is not a color any Cassidy should be in." He looked to Theresa to see how she would respond.
He looked to Emma and smirked. *Remind me to make sure that Tom gets somethin' to help him out, Aye owe him a slug and a hand, but in the opposite order.*
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Post by Emma Frost on Jan 11, 2013 13:47:34 GMT -5
Emma looked to Sean. *She may be a grown woman but she does need some direction hence being picked up from prison transport.* She didn’t tell him this to be mean but to make sure Sean knew he couldn’t be entirely hands off with the girl. Though, she was a bit concern about the effect of taking in a hoodlum into the school but trusted Sean to take care of it. *But as you wish, I am having a dorm room made up with the proper uniforms laid out. I will leave you the paperwork to get her properly enrolled because you are staff I will not charge you tuition.* The last part was her way of teasing Sean.
She looked at the clock on her desk and sighed realizing she was going to behind the whole day. “Ms. Frost is late for a meeting for the non-Irish cooking chefs. Frenchmen do not like to be kept waiting.” She sighed slightly deciding if any of the chefs decide to complain too much she would have them croaking like frogs for the rest of the day.
Emma moved to stand. She smoothed her skirt. “Sean, we must talk later. I want to hear all about the children last venture into the Grotto and it is that time of year again to start putting things together for the big game.”
She walked around her desk and stood before Theresa and held out her hand. “Welcome to Mass. Academy. Try to behave.”
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Post by Theresa Cassidy on Jan 15, 2013 17:37:03 GMT -5
"Wait..." Terry said, so quietly, she didn't know if Emma heard her or not. But in a flash, the red headed hellcat was on her feet, her arms around Emma's neck. Tightly, she hugged the older woman, pretty certain she was catching her off guard.
"Thank ye, Mss Frost... fer t'is chance t'start me life over. I won' be lettin ya down. Ye have me word on tha'." her green eyes were serious and solemn.
Terry looked over at Sean then, releasing Emma from her grasp. When the other woman had left the room, Terry folded her hands tightly in her lap, so tight her knuckles were white.
"I know t'ere's a lot we need t'discuss... but-- would I be complet'ly off me rocker if I-- if I called ye Da?" She asked. "If'n tis too soon.. I can call ye Sean. Or Mr. Sean if'n tha's more proper fer school."
Quickly Terry pushed a lock of her red hair behind her ear nervously. There was a small freckle beauty mark on her right temple, in the same place there had been one on Maeve's. She had her cheekbones, her hair obviously, and her smile. The resemblance was striking and frightening to be honest. If it wasn't for the eyes, Sean could swear he was looking at a 17 year old version of his late wife.
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Post by Sean Cassidy on Jan 16, 2013 1:44:53 GMT -5
*She will get it, she deserves it. But she deserves to also not suddenly find herself back at the kiddies table.* He considered what Emma had to say and looked over Theresa. She was a pretty girl... god she looked so much like her mother. He had no doubt that Tom took care of her, even if he lead her down his own path. He wondered what Tom's intentions was. He would deal with that another day.
He almost glared at Emma for the last comment. She did like teasing him, he wondered if she wanted to see if she could push him off the ledge or just for a response. If he had to bet, he would say the ledge. *Thank you Emma for setting this up, I do owe you and want you to know that.*
He watched Emma rise and make her departure. He smirked as Theresa rose and hugged the blonde headmistress. He rubbed his chin with his left hand to disguise the fact that he was about to start laughing at Emma's discomfort. "Ye kep those chefs in line Emma, Aye will be tending to my liddle gurl." He winked to Theresa.
He walked over to Theresa and hugged her warmly to his chest as she spoke about calling him dad. He kissed her on the forehead. "Ye can call me da'." He smirked to her. "Lt's get out of tis stuffie room and head to my apartment." He showed her towards the door of the office and up to the faculty apartments.
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Post by Emma Frost on Jan 16, 2013 3:26:49 GMT -5
Emma was a bit surprise that she was told to wait. As a Frost, Emma never was told to wait for they wouldn’t dare and it wasn‘t something she like. Then Irish lass did something most never dare do. She hugged her. She was not one to be touched or display affection publicly. She looked at Theresa and then Sean clearly not sure how to respond. Finally, Emma decided to just pat the girl on the back. “There, there. I am sure you will be as good your word.”
The blonde telepath dusted her hands off and then straighten her skirt again. “We will talk later about the children training and other matters.” She slid another glance to Sean. *I would be forever grateful if you get her to never do that again. Personal space is very important, especially when it is mine.*
She gave Theresa a polite smile. “Good day, Miss Cassidy.” With that she left her office wondering if she should change before she go talk to the chefs or just suffer through.
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