Light A Way

12

Raven was seemingly right, these new surroundings did not differ much from the other ones. The same sense of wanting to get out still found its way to Elsie. When she was sure everyone had moved to their desired bedrooms, not that there could be anything desirable with them, she snuck out of her own. Pulling on her coat she pulled up the collar and stuck her hands in the pockets. She was bored, and really the last thing she wanted was to go to sleep.

She knew if she just laid in her room she'd just stare up at the ceiling. There was nothing else to do in their rooms. A bed, a simple desk and chair, and storage for clothes. That was it. If the window was bigger and had a better view, Elsie could look out to the city beyond the base. But seeing as how the window was rather small, clearly it just let in enough sunlight in the day to make it not feel like a prison cell, and the view was rubbish, all of this was one massive failure.

Walking along the stark white corridor, Elsie narrowed her eyes. Bright lights really weren't a favoured thing for her, she could name other things. But right now boredom and bright lights were public enemy number one. Pausing she looked to a door where low voices came from. Pressing her ear to the door she looked thoughtfully up at the ceiling, though this caused her to wince from the glaring lights.

"Come in, Elsie." The all too familiar friendly tone of Charles's voice came from behind the door. Elsie groaned and pushed the handle down, nudging open the door she peeked her head around. Perish the thought of sneaking around and attempting eavesdropping when a telepath is around. She would make a mental note to try better, but she was rather sure that mental note would be picked up on. There really was no winning here.

Moira looked at her with a look of annoyance. Elsie smiled, "I'm sorry about your statue." She said, she was stuck on what else to say to the irritated agent. "...Just...you know, impulses..."

"You have impulses to destroy property which isn't yours?" Moira asked while narrowing her dark eyes at Elsie.

She puffed out her cheeks, exhaling slowly she shook her head. "No ma'am, no I do not. Yet, it wouldn't be the first time. And I have to say I'd prefer it hugely if you just accepted my apology, such as it was, and just...you know...get over it. It's just a statue, no one could even see it in that piddly courtyard, so what's your problem?" Elsie questioned. She was trying to apologise and that didn't seem to last very long before she ended up sounding rather blunt over the sheer confusion of Moira's annoyed state.

"My problem-?"

"It's fine, Elsie." Charles intervened before anything else could happen.

"You off somewhere?" Elsie looked to the side to see Erik leaning back in a chair. He had gone off in search of rest only to be pulled into this little discussion on how to 'better deal with them', 'them' being the recruits. Naturally they couldn't just keep using their powers whenever they wished to. It was dangerous for one, and not needed for another.

Elsie looked to her coat and sheepishly smiled. "No, you're not going anywhere." Moira pointed a finger at her and then waved a hand back down the hall.

"Sorry?" Elsie's tone turned blunt again.

"Get back to your room."

"Yes, mother." She receded into the corridor only to peek around the door again and smile. "By the way, shutting me away in a tiny little white room – such as you have done – won't end well."

"I'm not shutting you away anywhere." Moira said exasperated while running a hand down her forehead. Who knew dealing with mutants could be so problematic? She wished she knew beforehand, she could seriously feel a headache brewing just from this one conversation alone.