Title: A Failed Attempt
Description: OPEN [Cecilia Reyes]
Beast - November 27, 2009 06:34 PM (GMT)
Beast was in a enraged mood, and it was affecting his research greatly. The excursion to Ringgold, Georgia had no gone well, and not only had he not recruited the young, acid-spitting mutant, but he had been burned on the cheek in the process. Hank assumed that Nadiene Wilson, the mutant in question, had had no idea of her mutant powers. Only today had she learned she was a mutant, and she had taken the thought over the top; she had ran him out of the Dunky Donuts before he had even gotten a chance to tell her about the wonders of being a mutant. And what was also worrying him was that Michael, a young student at the Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, had also been there.
Had Michael been tracking Hank, keeping track with his progress? Was he spying on him for the Professor. No, that's highly unlikely considering the Professor's comfortable mood. Surely he'd know that I would have considered this spy scenario. Although the scenario did seem very unlikely, in Hank's opinion, the Professor had seemed to be quite suspicious of him lately, probably because of the recent second mutation Hank had undergone. Everyone was wary of him, but then again, they should be. Any minute, he could snap and go into an enraged state, taking the lives of all the family he had.
And he could do it. Oh yes, Beast had the strength to lift 10 tons. Imagine what he could with claws to a group of unstable mutants, such as Scott. Destruction could only come of it. The whole institute could be destroyed. The thought of all this overwhelmed Hank. He had to take a break away from all this strenuous research... Maybe another walk? The last had only ended up in his....
Wait a minute! Beast thought to himself, a surprising thought arising to the surface of his mind. Why couldn't I have thought of it before? Maybe this feline form is affecting my thought process... Michael should have been at school today, in his classes. Either he has left the school campus against the rules or he had special permission! Hank jogged out of the research lab, hurriedly try to get to the main office area. He had to know if Michael had shown up in any of his classes.
Cecilia Reyes - November 27, 2009 07:04 PM (GMT)
Cecilia Reyes was used to idiots. She dealt with them everyday in the form of half-mangled staff members and hormone charged teens. Most of the time it didn't shock her, or even phase her. She'd learnt to accept the unexpected several years ago, but every so often, something unusual happened and she was actually surprised. Case in point: The seemingly irritated blue furball tearing through the halls. She had never; in all of her years at the mansion, ever come across Hank in anything other than a jovial mood. (Hell, she'd gone out of her way to try and irritate him to within an inch of his sanity to no avail.)
precariously balancing carrying about two dozen blood samples when she first saw him, stethoscope slung around her neck as her occupied hands had no time to answer the rapidly bleeping pager at her hip. "Crack a smile McCoy, it won't kill you." She quipped as they passed one and other in the corridor, the statment was then followed by a long string of Spanish that roughly translated into more of a sarcastic pep talk that anything else. If nothing else, he'd probably realise she was comparing him to a muppet. Again.
Apparently social skills weren't at the top of her priorties at that moment in time, but it may have had something to do with the fact she was juggling immunisations, various surgeries and spent more time amusing herself with Wade Wilson than anything else. Not that it was even particularly relevant, but it was just a justification of precisely why the dark skinned medic was distracted in recent weeks. That was her excuse though, what was Hank's?
Part of her wanted to ask, but the other half though it was far safer to just let him get on with it. Oh yes, she was that person. She cared, though perhaps not enough to actually do anything about it. Emotional detachment was more her thing, it always made it easier when you had to start cutting people up. Not that she had any inclination to eviscerate her fellow doctor, except perhaps to perform a lobotomy...but again, that was beside the point.
She was around anyway, if he needed to vent or scream or do the Time Warp in a bizzare regression of his allegedly superior intellect.
Beast - November 29, 2009 07:05 AM (GMT)
Hank remembered to close and lock the door to his office at the last second, already halfway down the hall. With no time to lose, he made an effortless hop back to the "Welcome" doormat, almost tripping after the mat slid out underneath him. Hank purposefully threw the door open, causing the doorknob on the other side to, not only crash through the rubber knob-rest on the wall, but crash through it into the other room as well. A bit embarrassed, Hank scampered into the office, if a giant ape-cat beast such as the Beast could scamper, and pulled the door to, this time remembering to lock both locks.
These days, no one at the Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters could be trusted. Teenagers constantly insisted on skipping class and exploring the Institute, which did not please the Professor anymore than it did the workers. Only twice had Hank's office been infiltrated, and the first time one of the medical doctors had picked the lock, unnoticed during lunch break. Nothing had been tampered with that could cause a problem. Just a few searched files that had to been placed back in alphabetical order, which Hank could do blindfolded with his feet.
Speaking of medical doctors, Dr. Cecilia Reyes had just spoken to him. "Crack a smile McCoy, it won't kill you." She joked, unknown to the urgency of Hank's mission. Turning to face Ms. Reyes, Hank literally "cracked a smile" in an overly dramatic way. "No time to chat, Ms. Reyes, though I love your new scrubs. I suppose the others finally stained themselves completely red this time? And to think you bought those only last week. Tsk, tsk Cecilia, take a break in a while, it won't kill you." Hank remarked in a charming manner. He had always taken a liking to Ms. Reyes; her attempts to constantly irritate him were very amusing and kept Hank on his toes.
Giving her a last thoughtful nod, Hank briskly walked down the hallway, turning the corner as a young student rammed into him. Calculations ran through Hank's mind as the teenager bounced off. "I'm afraid momentum is not your friend when you run into someone six times bigger than you. And I believe your going the wrong the way for classes." Hank said to him with a humorous grin. He supposed that the situation with Micheal could wait a few minutes while Hank guided this student to his classroom.
"Are you new here, young man?" Beast asked the boy as he got up and brushed himself off. In an instant, the boy was gone, and Hank was left standing like a fool. "Kids these days," he remarked, and began to continue his journey to the office, which seemed to be becoming a harrying task. Hank turned around to see Ms. Reyes looking after him. A normal person would think that she was amused with the event that had just occurred, but Hank was no normal person. His conscious was telling him something was wrong and that Ms. Cecilia needed some type of assistance.
Walking towards the young doctor, Hank gave her another charming smile. The situation with Micheal could wait; there was currently someone else in need.
Cecilia Reyes - November 30, 2009 12:45 PM (GMT)
Really now, anyone would think he didn't want to stop and socialise. Sticking her tongue out in childish retaliation as her eyes locked onto the over-exaggerated grin, Cecilia shook her head. If was a step up from looking miserable she noted, although the 'cheshire cat requiring an exorcism' look was just bordering on insane. That seemed to be the word of the week in her life, what with Wade keeping her on her toes, and multiple surgeries continually cropping up. It was a wonder she even managed to find time to sleep anymore, let alone anything else.
"No time to chat, Ms. Reyes, though I love your new scrubs. I suppose the others finally stained themselves completely red this time? And to think you bought those only last week. Tsk, tsk Cecilia, take a break in a while, it won't kill you."
It might not kill her, but it probably would someone else. She was a trauma surgeon, and since trauma generally wasn't premeditated, she always had to be available for work. At the 'tute that equated to being on call 24/7, since she was the only surgeon on staff. Illness she could palm off onto one of the other medics, but surgery was like her baby, and she wouldn't trust anyone else in her OR. So really it was her own fault for being so stubborn, but it kept people alive, so her own lack of a social life could be considered penance. " And here was me thinking you liked the avant-garde abattoir look." She hadn't quite mastered the art of performing surgery while covered in numerous layers of polythene yet, so unfortunately she did end up with the occasional splattering of crimson adorning the neon scrubs she practically lived in.
Watching with a hint of amusement as he came across a stray student (really now, how these children ended up in restricted areas she'd never know). Hank did have a certain effect on most of the younger residents, it had to be said, she just didn't expect that poor boy to run away quite as quickly as he had done. Not that she was complaining, the fewer individuals prowling around the lower levels, the better. The Puerto Rican was fairly adamant that it wasn't the most fun place in the world to be, and she didn't trust half of the people she lived with enough to think they wouldn't want to poke around in the labs and in doing so blow the entire building up - again. It was all very doom-and-gloom where Cecilia was concerned, but she was working on changing it.
Canting her head to the left as her fellow X-man made his way back towards her, the medic raised an eyebrow. Either he wanted something or she was doing an exceptionally good job of looking like she might start dropping the multiple blood samples balanced precariously over her person. She still hadn't answered her pager either, which meant that someone somewhere was being kept waiting, and would ultimately be shouting rather loudly at her when she did finally respond. Fun times. "Much as I love the idea of you standing there adding to the decor, any chance you can be remotely useful and get hold of some of these?"
Beast - December 12, 2009 05:29 PM (GMT)
Hank gave a chuckle at her comment, and walked over to her in a casual manner, grabbing a few of the blood sample off the stack. Obviously, she needed help in more than one way.
"I must inquire, Cecilia," Hank began, staring at her thoughtfully as he rested one of the samples on his forearm, "The gloominess lately is not what I would ever expect from someone of your personality."
Truly, she had not been herself lately. Her "Crack a smile McCoy, it won't kill you." had been the first joke of the week, and it was already Friday. On average, Cecilia could teast him continuously on his trips out of his study, but either something was bothering her of the body count had risen. He suspected a bit of both. For one reason or another, something or someone else was stealing her focus, but even Hank couldn't deduct what this could be. Being the trauma surgeon she was, Hank could never understand how she could cheer everyone up around her as well as keep herself content. It was a painstaking, heartwrenching occupation that Hank had once taken up for a time. Yes, he was qualified, but he did not have the heart for it. Most of the time, others' lives depended on Hank in the midst of combat, and he did not want that much more responsibility.
Ms. Reyes was a miraculous being, though. She stayed merry most of the time, sometimes even all four weeks of the month. But when the occasional depressive interlude did rise, she always found some way to quash it. Except for this time. "If you would like to keep your troubles secretive, I shall not tread on this territory." Beast said, a thoughtful, kind look permeating from his hairy, cat-like face.