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Summary: Cale and Sophie have a talk about recent events, and feel better afterwards.
Date: Oct 25, 2012
Log Title: Musing On The Past And Feeling Better
Rating: G
Xavier Mansion - Recreation Room
What was once the Parlor has been turned into a Recreation Room for the students. A nice plush carpet meets the light blue walls giving it a homey feel. A pool table at one end, a foos ball table at the other, and entertainment center with video game systems, movies, and of course, cable TV. Big comfy chairs and couches surround a coffee table for comfortable loafing. Long glass windows with a pair of French doors line one side of the room bringing in plenty of light during the day. The main rule in here is to clean up after yourself.
Kaylee is currently lounging on the couch, wearing a pair of pink sweatpants and a somewhat baggy t-shirt - really 'she' doesn't look that much different from Cale when she's not, you know, made up and such. Anyway. There she sits. Watching cartoons, even!
The soft tap of a cane precedes Sophie as she enters the room. As the door shuts behind her, she listens for a moment to get her bearings. "Hello?" she murmurs, clutching the book in her left arm close against her chest. "Who is there?" She meanders further in, moving towards a seat near the TV; and she sits in it, after confirming that it is empty.
"It's just me," Kaylee answers, in her identifiable voice, turning the TV down just a little bit, "What's up Sophie?" It seems common that she'll remain quiet until /after/ Sophie is in the room, and then speak up. But then, she's always /kinda/ quiet anyway… ish.
"Nothing." The blind girl tucks her legs under herself and arranges her skirt, before resting her book on her lap. "I just… I'm lost, Kaylee," she murmurs. "All this hurt and woe in the world, and… one of my best friends right in the middle of it, and just… I don't know what to do. I feel guilty hiding here, in the mansion, somehow. Dirty, almost. Does that make sense? I mean everyone else like us is suffering right now."
"It makes sense but, I don't think you should… feel that way…" Kaylee shrugs, hugging her knees to her chest. "I guess. I dunno. I always feel like I want to just get in the middle of things, but, if you're patient… things work out…"
"Do they?" Sophie answers ruefully. "I… You know, Kaylee, it is funny. Usually it is I who takes your position, that patience is a virtue, si? And that it is best not to raise a hand in anger or act rashly, but yet… I feel differently about this. I am not sure how to explain it." She pauses, and shakes her head slowly. "It does not matter, I suppose. There is little I could hope to do about this situation anyway, si?" She flips her book open as she speaks, to a page marked by a ribbon; it is a fairly hefty, leather-bound book, that seems to have a small hole in the middle of the cover that penetrates through at least half of the pages.
"It's not like it doesn't matter, it's just, there's no reason to worry overly much about stuff you can't directly effect…" Kaylee shrugs, trailing off for a moment, "That's an interesting book you have there…" she mentions absently, before realizing that Sophie is in fact blind, so it's probably braille of some sort. "I don't know… I'm just trying to stay calm and… well Amy's here, so that always makes me feel a lot better. I don't think I would probably be allowed to live for very long if they caught me, anyway… on account of, I mean, I'm probably two things they hate!"
Sophie shrugs her shoulders lightly. "And that in itself is disturbing enough," she murmurs. "You are a beautiful person, Kaylee, in my mind. I've always felt it is the heart and the soul that truely matter, and yours are strong." She pauses, and rubs her finger over her book. "This is my Bible," she explains. "The Mother Superior gave it to me before I left Spain. …It was in my backpack when the Purifiers attacked Salem Center, and it saved me from being hit by a dart, which is why it has a hole in it now."
"Oh…" Kaylee trails off, "Yeah, I guess, it's just… I wish…" she shakes her head, sighing. The girl leans her head over the back of the couch and lets her long hair hang off of it. "That's kinda… crazy…" she murmurs, "But lucky. I'd rather you hadn't been shot," she smiles.
"I wish I had been," Sophie admits. "They were only interested in actually kidnapping boys, apparently, and they took Nicholas and Warlock. Maybe if they'd hit me instead, I would have just lost my powers for a while, and at least one of them might have been spared from brutal torture." She pauses, and shrugs lightly. "Who can say? What is done is done. There is no changing it."
"Or you could have been killed… you know, they're alive, and it's over now. Well, that part's over, anyway…" murmurs Kaylee, hopping up from her spot on the couch and wandering over to place a hand on Sophie's shoulder, "Trust me, it's gonna turn out okay. Nobody's gonna let these maniacs get away with all of this."
"That's true, I might have," Sophie agrees. "I'm not entirely convinced the school is safe, either. How long until they pull down these walls?" She sighs, and flips the pages in her Bible, running her fingerse across lines now and then as if looking for something. "I am sorry, Kaylee, I should not be so negative, so… defeated, si?" She looks up, and manages a thin smile. "The last time these terrible things happened, they did eventually pass, si? All was made right, once more. It might be a long time… but… it shall be again."
"I don't know… I DO know this place has seen a lot more threatening stuff than a bunch of crazy rednecks, though. I mean, Magneto, and aliens, even! It's got /crazy/ security systems. And I mean crazy! I doubt they'd ever be able to touch us in here; if there's any place you should feel safe, it's here."
Sophie bobs her head once. "You are probably right," she replies, allowing her smile to widen. "That is a good point, Kaylee, and it is a weight off my mind to be able to think that everyone here is safe, si?" She flips through a couple more pages of her Bible, before running her fingertips over a few more lines. "I have always trusted in God to keep me safe; and it appears He has helped me to find the right place to be. I am very grateful He has helped all of my frineds to be here, also."
Cale just smiles faintly, "Well, that's good…" she flops down on the couch next to the blind girl, "I was never really into that stuff; my mom and dad didn't believe in it. But if it works, it works… stranger things, you know?"
"I have heard of many much stranger things that are most assuredly real," Sophie replies. "To believe or not believe is a choice. Just as it is a choice to do good, or evil, si? God has given all of us this choice… and it is why he does not interfere when we make poor choices, I think." She closes her Bible, and holds it close against her chest. "But even if you do not believe in God, Kaylee, I would think that He believes in you." She pauses, and smiles softly. "And so do I."
"Hm…" Kaylee trails off, curling her feat up beneath her. "Well, that's good to know. I don't always believe in myself! Is this like, the whole, believe in the me that believes in you thing?" she smiles faintly.
Sophie's brow furrows, and she tilts her head. "I… am not quite sure what you mean," she replies, blushing softly. "But Kaylee, you should always believe in yourself, si? You are young, and smart, and capable." She smiles pleasantly. "And you are very pleasant to be around, and that certainly doesn't hurt," she adds.
"It's… from a show that I like. One of the characters is always like, 'believe in the me who believes in you!' because he's really confident. So he's confident in those around him, and it makes THEM more confident! Confidence all around… But, that character does end up dying…" Kaylee taps her chin, "Though, he does it in about the coolest way possible! Piloting a giant robot."
The blind girl perks an eyebrow upwards above the top of her blindfold. "It sounds… Well, it sounds like a pretty interesting show," Sophie admits. "I would ask you what it was called, but I am not terribly likely to be watching it." She pauses, and shrugs her shoulders lightly. "But, whatever works for you, si?" She pauses once again. "I would offer to lend you my Bible," she adds, "But I doubt you would be able to read it. It is unusual for anyone who is not blind to be able to read Braille."
Cale rubs the back of her neck, "Hrm, yeah, I suppose that'd be kinda difficult. Besides, I think you should hang onto it… it seems pretty important to you. You might end up needing it again, at some point in the future."
Sophie bobs her head in agreement. "I need it every day," she replies. "I do read my Bible every day." Her eyebrows knit, and she scratches the back of her head. "Well, not… all of it every day," she clarifies, "But a passage or two, at the least. I have about half of it memorized. …Anyway, Kaylee, I do need it; but if I thought it could help you, I would lend it to you without hesitation, si?"
"Nono! That's okay. I'm sure I can find a copy somewhere… I dunno…" Kaylee smiles. "I think as long as you're around, I'll be okay, anyway. You know? Well, you know what I mean. Friends, and all… that's the most important thing…"
Sophie smiles broadly at Kaylee's words. "Si, this is so," she replies. "And I am sure I can promise you that I will always be your friend, Kaylee; you need never worry about that." She taps the cover of her Bible with her fingers, and loses herself in thought for a moment. "I should thank you," she murmurs. "Speaking to you, has helped me to feel better."
"Well, I like making other people feel better, so that's good!" Kaylee yawns, leaning her head back on the couch cushion and shutting her eyes for a moment. Apparently, she is sleepy. Although, it's moving on towards evening so that's no surprise
The blind girl stands, flicking out her cane and sweeping it in a circle around herself. "I think I should probably sleep," she murmurs. "Tomorrow is going to be a busy day, I think." She clutches her Bible against her stomach, and taps her cane as she guides herself towards the door. "Sleep well when you decide to, Kaylee, si? We shall speak again later, I am sure."
"oh… I will," Kaylee nods, stretching out on the couch now that Sophie has vacated it… it looks like she's electing to stay at that spot right there, given that it's nice and warm. Yes…
