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New Comics Muse Community [Feb. 7th, 2007|03:28 pm]
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Everybody who was a member of theatrical_xmen should join tm_comics which has now supplanted it because inclusiveness is yummy!

You should already have been invited. Log in to your muse journal(s) and go to the Community Invitations page (http://www.livejournal.com/manage/invites.bml) to accept it.

(For legacy reasons, this community will remain up, but go to the new place anyway!)
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TM 164: What are you waiting for? [Feb. 7th, 2007|01:20 am]
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multimadrox
What are you waiting for, Madrox? Just do it.

Just do it Madrox. What’s the big deal? You’ve done it before. You’ve done it a thousand times. This isn’t anything new. You can do this easy. It’s nothing.

What’s absorbing another dead dupe, Madrox? This isn’t new. You can do this.

But you, know, Madrox, this isn’t the last time you’re gonna have to do this. And everytime you do this, you die a little. But of course, you know that.

You can remember dying a million times, a million different ways. There was the boho painter you, and he died from an overdose. That one was no fun. There was the librarian. He killed himself. You can still feel the rope marks on your neck when you walk by stacks.

Come on, Madrox. Only one left. Only one. You’re in a morgue in Rome. And you only have this one dupe left. Then you’ve got them all for now. For now.

You know eventually, you’re gonna start sending out dupes again. You know that you’re gonna fall back into the same habits. Part of you loves the fact that you don’t have to do everything yourself. You can just send out parts of you to live life for you. So you can stay scared, you can stay timid and hide in your little hole in the world and never worry about what people might say. You never got to be a painter, you never got to shelve books, you never got to live in Rome and ride one of those stupid scooters, and you’ll never have to. Right after this, you’ll remember doing it.

So what are you waiting for, Madrox? Just do it.

Jamie Madrox
X-Factor
285 confused words.
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TM 162: I Never Thought I'd say this but... [Feb. 6th, 2007|01:51 pm]
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multimadrox
I never thought I’d say this but I’m jealous.

I’m jealous of Jamie Madrox. And why shouldn’t I be?

He’s got it all. He’s got everything. The friends, the job. But now it’s all starting to come apart. He’s decided it’s time to reign in all the dupes. I wish him luck. There are some things you can’t take back, mutant.

No one knew the ramifications of Xavier’s actions that day in Paris. No one could know that Madrox would have trouble telepathically connecting to dupes for a little while. No one would know that Jamie would stumble to his room that night, confused, disoriented, tired, and would create a dupe. No one could know this.

Madrox is on his way to Europe to collect his dupes, vowing to not send another one out again, to discover who he is. Wait til he gets here. I’ll be waiting. I’ll be here. I’ve been here. Waiting.

Just me. Jamie Madrox.

Jamie Madrox
X-Men/X-Factor
159 bitter, angry words.
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What are you waiting for? [Feb. 5th, 2007|04:20 pm]
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crystalmaximoff
[mood |confusedconfused]

Truely, what are we are waiting for? Maybe the day when Pietro and I can stop all the god forsaken argueing. I truely have never loved anyone quite like I love him.

I cannot take back my affairs, nor can he take back what as happened to our daughter. I still cannot live in his smog invested world; nor he in my Inhuman relm.

This said does not make me wish for him to see his daughter. I'm quite unaware how she would react to the human's world. What if she becomes Ill like I have in the past? As all Inhumans do in the human's smog invested world.

And can I trust Pietro not to take our daughter and keep her from me? He could take her so very far...I can not travel forever. the smog in his air is my down fall.

But , I do know one thing he would never harm is daughter in any way. If only we have had those feelings/concerns for each other ...where would we be now?

175 words
Crystallia Amaquelin Maximoff aka Crystal
X-men/Misc Comics
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What are you waiting for? [Feb. 5th, 2007|03:39 pm]
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robertotrefusis
[mood |amusedamused]

Things to be different for mutants. For us to be accepted for being who and what we are. But that'll never happen, will it? Think it might help if I froze hell over? You kow to speed things along. Yeah, the seriousness wasn't going to last long. It's me after all, Bobby Drake. You should have expected it.
Anna or Kitty but that would be more like who am I waiting for instead of what I'm waiting for. I don't mean to hurt the ones I love but somehow most of the time it happens. Like when I ended up kissing Kitty and Anna caught us. Let me tell you it wasn't pretty. Having a girl that's superstrong hit you in the face never feels good.
She was pissed off at me but really, could you blame her?
So I'm waiting for forgiveness on that part or at least, hopefully she'll want to be friends again. Be like we used to be.

Muse: Robert "Bobby" Drake aka Iceman
Fandom: X-Men/Misc. Comics
Words: 162
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OOC: Summit meeting threads [Feb. 3rd, 2007|06:28 pm]
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tm_cable
Belatedly linking up the threads for Summit: Magneto

The master post is here (all summit-related threads may be linked in the comments).

I'm calling special attention to the open bar thread where comment notifs are off, and pups are welcome to mingle. Cable wanted to be sure that I point out that since violence is physically impossible, and free drinks are available, attendees are going to have to work out their energy some way or another. Scandal is encouraged.
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Wanda got an ipod. [Feb. 2nd, 2007|01:32 pm]
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daughter_of_m
OOC: Wanda got herself an ipod (yes, Apple ships to Tansia and even if they don't - she's Wanda! Reality is her playground!). semihero_pietro, tm_magneto and starspangledcap might learn something about her opinion of/feelings toward them (and Vision and Hawkeye and the Avengers/super heroes in general. Oh and Wanda herself, haha). And iron_tony got a song too (see if you can pick it out). I'll be happy to explain any song and/or give you your playlist if you can't figure it out (cause, yeah, I realize you aren't in my mind). OH! and you are completely not required to pay me any attention at all. Just if you want to. *Is perfectly happy living in Wanda's Mind all alone* Er. :)

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It was suggested I get an ipod to make my days less quiet. So I did!

Peruse my playlist - any songs you think I'd like, let me know :)
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What are you waiting for? [Feb. 2nd, 2007|01:00 pm]
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kismetandcoffee
I've done a lot of things in my life that most people would be ashamed of. I've killed, maimed, tortured, stolen... you name it, and I've done it. I've been part of at least two assassinations (though one of them wasn't my fault. I was possessed at the time)and I've lost count of how many people I've killed in self defense alone.

The messed up part of all of it... is that I'm not ashamed. I don't feel the least bit sorry. It was always a job for me. And even when it wasn't, I treated it like it was. That's gotta be asking for trouble, right? Karma being what it is, not feeling guilty is going to bring some kind of terrible tragedy upon me. So what's it gonna be?

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Who knows. What am I waiting for, though? I guess I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Character: Domino
Fandom: Marvel
Words: 254

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Topic #163: Hindsight is always 20/20 [Feb. 1st, 2007|09:53 pm]
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john_ispyro
Cut for swearing. What? I'm a teenager. So f*#!ing sue me.Collapse )

Fandom: X-Men
Muse: Pyro (John Allerdyce)
Words: 222


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And on the scale of Bad Ideas . . . [Feb. 1st, 2007|12:29 pm]
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summers_grey
co-written with red_eyed_sin. Thank you!

OOC::: Ah yes. As the cold of winter sets in over Europe, and dictators and terrorists ponder international peace summits, Our Heroine, or at least the protagonist of this journal, finds her thoughts turning to betrayal, failure, and the pressing need for sex with her illicit boyfriend.

WARNING: VERY EMO/ANGST. Gosh, I really do think that needs to be the first warning. Also, SEX. Lots of it. And graphic depictions of consensual, terribly desired, VIOLENT BDSM. Really. Not to everyone's taste, I assure you.


[LOCKED TO SINISTER]

Rachel didn't tell him she was on her way. One last small act of denial. Maybe he wouldn't be home.

Please don't be home, she thought to herself.

The last week had gone well enough all things considered. X-Corp was incredibly busy. Far more than Rachel had expected. She had Magneto to thank for that. And for more secrets, more hiding, more lies. She was trying to keep everybody happy. Help Anna, so she found Pyro and that meant she knew where Magneto was and then, and then what was she supposed to do with that information? She couldn't hide it. She couldn't tell.

It was getting strange. In her head, it was getting strange. Anna was giving her little looks out of the corner of her eye when they were making dinner. Watching Rachel's hands while she cooked at the stove. Anna was keeping Rachel's secrets. But Rachel could hear her concern. Hiding from Jean was exhausting. Constant vigilance. Rachel did not want Jean to think -- to know -- what Rachel had done with Sinister, how she felt about it. It was sick, Rachel knew that, and it was wrong, and it was half-crazy, and it was with a man who -- well. Rachel had read the after-action reports. The X-Men didn't always get to them, but Jean had been better than most. Rachel read the reports and she understood. Sinister had tortured them. Scott and Jean. There was no way Rachel was ever going to tell Jean what was happening. What she, what Rachel, was doing.

But it was more and more what she was thinking about. Not about Sinister, but about what he'd done. How she'd felt afterwards and it didn't hurt to breathe and she could stop the stupid useless yammering in her head. Talking to him a couple days ago had been self-indulgent and wrong and sick and traitorous. Rachel hadn't slept in a couple days. Afraid of what might come out when she dreamed. Afraid her monster might come to her.

It had been with intense relief that Rachel had volunteered to go to London. To liason with W.H.O., and the British government, about the upcoming summit Cable was hosting. A day in London, then a quick trip to visit Brian Braddock. Rachel had known that between her official duties there would be a night. One night unaccounted for.

After meeting all the officials, arguing security, and making promises on behalf of Providence and X-Corp Rachel wasn't entirely sure she could back up, Rachel was done for the night. She found the taxi area and got a cab immediately. The driver asked if she needed to go to hospital. Rachel denied it and made a serious effort to hide how she looked. When she got out of the cab her driver was certain he had dropped off two garrulous Kashmiri boys at their grandmother's flat.

Rachel walked up the steps to the front door. She stopped. She sat down on the steps, holding her knees. She couldn't do it. Couldn't press the buzzer and go in. She felt like she was floating, sitting there. She had to go in. She needed it, needed to stop feeling like this and she didn't know how to do it by herself. She had to leave. To go in would betray her whole family again. A second time, in a few weeks. She needed to cry, but nothing would start. Rachel put her forehead on her knees and sat on the top step. It would get dark soon, she thought. Maybe I could get mugged.

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