Aug. 16th, 2013 08:54 pm
starchilde_lost: (pb: im smug but im cute)

Rachel's mailbox. No bombs, please.
starchilde_lost: (Pensive Research)
Hey, what are friends for if they can't kick your ass and tell you you're an idiot once in awhile.

Consider this the concrit post for Rachel Summers Grey.

Hit me with your best shot - comments are screened, and will only be unscreened with the author's permission.


Mar. 22nd, 2013 11:02 pm
starchilde_lost: (comic: made of win)
Valentine's day had almost been a disaster. And since then, Rachel had been trying to come up with some plan to make things up to Aidan. He didn't expect it and she knew he wasn't harboring any deep-seated resentments about it, but she just wanted to do something nice for him. Because she was his girlfriend and could. So she figured a nice candle-lit dinner for just the two of them would be a nice way to start.

It was when she found the outfit backstage at the club that things started to get interesting.

With devious glee she put an invitation that would lead him on a scavenger hunt to a variety of locations. In the boutique, she left him a suit that he could wear, at the Hub was waiting a bottle of wine, at the waterfall was a basket of desserts (with all of his favorites) and as he made his way to her hut, she sprinkled the path with some flowers.

Inside the hut, Rachel waited patiently, her small home lit entirely by candlelight and some jazz playing on her iPod. Dinner was on the table and if she'd timed it perfectly, it wouldn't be cold in the least when he followed her last instruction. Come inside and claim your prize.
starchilde_lost: (comic: askani as if)
Rachel was irritated. She knew it was for the most ridiculous reason, but knowing didn't change it as she left the Catscratch. It was late she guessed, but the club hadn't closed yet so she figured it wasn't too late to go see the guy she was irritated with. Not that she was irritated AT him, exactly, more irritated about him, but regardless, after a few drinks, this was the move that somehow made the most sense.

She thought she might regret it later. But what the hell.

After a little while she had to stop to slide the heels she'd been wearing off her feet. They looked great, but weren't made for walking distances and she was unsteady enough as it was. Still the walk was enough to sober her up (a little) and drive her irritation deeper.

How dare he complicate her life like this? Really.

Finding the window that was closest to his room (she was assuming he was in and in bed... she hoped) she reached up to knock on it with her show. And in sheer brilliance, she called out, probably not as softly as she should have been, "Aidan! See, I'm knocking! KNOCKING! Not breaking in, KNOCKING! Let me in!"


Jul. 2nd, 2012 12:18 am
starchilde_lost: (comic: nope not impressed)
Rachel's school schedule was light enough this semester that she was able to spend a lot of downtime just... relaxing. She'd laid in a good supply of books that she actually read on occasion, she took relaxing walks - a neat contrast to the way she used to run herself to exhaustion just so she wouldn't dream. In fact, she's just gotten back from one such walk and was feeding her quetzals, humming a wordless tune as she went about the chore. All in all, she felt more at peace with herself than she had in a long time.

And she really wasn't in a hurry to examine why that was, either. She knew part of it was from that shared dream she'd had with Nathan and the others. That world that she'd actually hoped was a world in which she'd managed to rid herself, and it, of a demon worth killing. She was disappointed it hadn't been real, but in the end she hadn't been surprised. At least she'd gotten to meet her brother's wife and son, even if they were the ones in his memories, it was more than she could ever hope for back home.

And she knew the other part of it was the guy she'd woken up to. The one with the dark eyes and dark past who still managed to smile and make her smile, too. The one she was sharing her bed with, gladly, who might want to share more. That was what she really didn't want to look at. Not closely. It wasn't that she didn't want... well, she didn't know what she wanted. It was just, after everything, it was just good to be with someone. No expectations. No worries.
starchilde_lost: (comic: trying to sleep)
Her sleep was, unsurprisingly, filled with nightmares and anxiety. The kinds of dreams she hadn't had in months where family accused her of letting them die and scores of enemies waited in the shadows to tear what little happiness she had apart. She ran through cemeteries and camps and ruined school halls and all the while she knew there was no hope, there was nothing she could do. She would awake, disoriented, crying and afraid and the only thing that kept her grounded was the feel of warm arms around her.

Aidan didn't leave. Every time she woke up he was there, even if she was pretty sure he was asleep, he was still there. And not once did she wake up thinking he was anyone else. It surprised the hell out of her, she thought at least once she'd think she was back on the Jammer with Korvus, but nope, she always knew it was him. She was glad for it, too even if she didn't want to think about why that was too much.

Eventually, she gave up on sleep, lying awake and watching the sun spill through the windows. At some point she'd need to get up, take a shower, eat something, but right now she just snuggled back against the warm body in her bed, glad it was there. Glad he was there.
starchilde_lost: (comic: whos bright idea was this)
[February 29, 2012]

Leap Year. With everything else, she'd somehow missed that it was a leap year and now she felt... slighted. This really wasn't her month and she was just to the point of waiting it out. Deciding that she wanted to date was one thing, actually doing it was another. She knew she was going about it the wrong way, that looking at every guy she came across while checking off a mental checklist of eligibility was not the way to pick out a guy. But then, she has never done this before. Ever.

Falling in love with Franklin had been as easy as breathing, they had known each other for so long that being in love was just.. natural. It fit. With Korvus, she'd gotten a massive push from the Phoenix Force, an instant connection that made her feel closer to him than she had anyone else in ages, once she stopped fighting it, that was. But she'd made peace with the idea that none of them were coming here and she wasn't going home anytime soon, so... she had to stop pretending it was all transient, try and make a go of it on the island, and - she didn't want to do it alone.

She was tired of being alone. Of seeing everyone else pairing off. Okay, so she'd seen quite a few of them end up with broken hearts, but for a little while, those people looked really happy. Rachel desperately wanted to be happy. Even if it was just for a little while.

But she was 0 and I-don't-want-to-think-about-it in the dating department so she just wanted the month to end. New month, new chances. In the meantime, she'd just park herself at the bar in the Hub, have a few drinks, and start wondering if the bookcase would give her dating advice books in the morning.
starchilde_lost: (pb: that hit hurt)
[February 15th, 2012]

The sun was too bright. That was Rachel's first thought as she blinked her eyes. Second was the thought that there was way too much sand in her bed, followed quickly by the realization that she wasn't in her bed which was enough to make her sit bolt-upright and her heart beat. Two things which did nothing for the headache she suddenly discovered.

Moving to cover her eyes against the sun, she groaned, trying to remember where she was and what had happened the night before. She was coming up blank. It was like someone had erased the memories and that wasn't supposed to be possible on an island where everyone had no powers. Cracking her eyes a little, she tried to look around. Sand. Shells.

Ruby slippers?

On her feet were ruby slippers and as she looked further at herself she realized she was wearing the whole get-up. Gingham dress, apron, petticoats, she was freaking Dorothy Gale. What the hell happened to her last night?

"Oh, I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore." With another groan she closed her eyes and laid back down. Why did the sun have to be so bright?"
starchilde_lost: (pb: what was that)
Enough was enough. First, Gabrielle was avoiding her. Then Rachel convinced herself that she didn't want to see Gabby and at some point, avoiding each other had just become habit. Rachel cared too much about her friendship with Gabrielle to let it stay that way. She couldn't let herself lose another friendship. Not because of her own stupid actions on a stupid, drunken, night. She just couldn't.

Rachel fought for her friends.

It took awhile to figure out, but eventually, Rachel decided to just camp out at the statue of Hera whenever she had spare time. She knew Gabby frequented it, sooner or later she'd turn up. So it was on a fairly regular basis that Rachel found herself, with school books or jewelry projects or whatever she pulled off the bookshelf to keep herself occupied. Sometimes, she even did her work-outs there. She almost always had food and she always stayed as long as she possibly could. Sooner or later, Gabrielle would come, this was her place, she talked about it a lot. She would come.

And maybe then Rachel could finally apologize.
starchilde_lost: (comic: marked for death)
[August 30th, 2011]

She'd been spending a lot of time at the waterfall lately. The rave was over, but Rachel could still feel the tremble of the bass under her skin. The hangover was past, but she could still feel the pain of guilt and confusion. She had just wanted to have some fun, let loose for a night and now she was starting to think that she'd ruined one of her closest friendships here on the island.

Not to mention opened herself up to an entirely new avenue of sexuality she'd never considered before.

But at the heart, she thought the sexuality thing wasn't even the important part. Well it was important, but she knew eventually it would take care of itself. She'd just never thought of it before, was all and was trying not to think about it now. The really important part was that she was pretty sure her best friend would never speak to her again and that hurt Rachel more than she wanted to admit. So Gabrielle maybe had a little crush on her? So had Alistaire Stuart, and they'd managed to stay friends, but lately Gabby wasn't even talking to her and that made things worse. She couldn't repair, or work on, or even talk about their friendship if Gabby wouldn't even see her.

Standing on the edge of the cliff and looking down, Rachel wondered if things really had been simpler back home. Kill Gabriel. Kill the bastards that had killed her family. Sleep with Korvus, who loved her and she... she loved him. At least she was pretty sure she did. The longer she was here, the more she started to doubt that. And did that mean she'd taken advantage of him? Had she taken advantage of Gabby? She didn't want to think that she had. she didn't want to admit that her loneliness combined with the alcohol and drugs and... she'd just gone too far.

But if she couldn't talk to Gabby... she couldn't work it out. God, was there anything Rachel could do right? She looked down at the rolling water and debated with herself before deciding that ultimately, she couldn't make a decision today. If Gabby wouldn't talk to her, she couldn't make amends. And she wasn't home so she couldn't sort things out with Korvus. All she had was today and a deep pool of water just begging to be dove into. Which is what she did, diving with almost perfect accuracy to the center of the pool, trusting that it was deep enough for the dive.

It was, but as Rachel surfaced she realized that diving from such heights had it's disadvantages. Like stripping the tops of bikinis off one's body. Looking around, Rachel tried to see where her top had gone, or if she was going to end up rushing home with her hands as her only modesty.
starchilde_lost: (comic: meh whatever)
She's not there to apologize. At least that's what she tells herself the entire time she's walking to his hut, arm aching where the she'd been cut and not looking forward to the visit at all. But she needed a doctor to look at her arm and she didn't feel like she could set foot in the clinic yet. And she had to admit, she wanted him to know that she was back. She figured he might have been worried.

But she's not going to apologize. If anything he should, for what he said, for acting like she was crazy to hold onto any hope, any hope at all that her mother was still there. He'd been an asshole and a jerk and she got pissed off all over again just thinking about it.

Kicking a stone off the boardwalk she takes a deep breath to try and calm herself. Emotionally, she's still on a roller-coaster, not knowing from one moment to another how she's going to feel or how it's going to affect her and she knows that's a bad way to be when visiting people, but she doesn't feel like she has a choice.

Her arm hurts and she's not going to apologize.

But when she knocks on his door, there's no one there. Walking around, she tries to look inside, calling his name before remembering - there was some shindig tonight, some casino something or other that she'd seen posters for before... before her little vacation. Figures. Sitting on the front step, she waits, knowing he has to come back sooner or later.
starchilde_lost: (comic: i dont know about this)
[Dated June 17, 2011]

She should be going back. She knew there were people worried about her. But she couldn't. Going back would be like... admitting defeat. Admitting that she really was absolutely powerless here, powerless to keep her family safe, powerless to keep them together. Her entire life, all she ever wanted was to have her family whole and alive, together and happy. But she'd lost them, over and over. To the Sentinels, to the soldiers, to the Shi'ar assassins, to misguided mutants trying to make a point and absolutely failing. Leaving her alone.

Adding another stick to her campfire, she checked her meager food supplies. She'd done some hunting, some fishing, but she was running low and that meant she either had to go back or sneak in and pick up some supplies. Which, considering the number of professional thieves, ninjas and ne'er-do-wells she'd grown up with shouldn't be too hard. It would probably be a good idea to pick up some medical supplies, too. Apparently, some dinosaurs took it personally when you raided their lairs for eggs and while she only had a few scrapes and bruises so far, and moderately-nasty cut on her arm, she knew it was probably only a matter of time before something got lucky and took a bite out of her.

She really should be going back.

But instead she pushed the thought away and poked at the fire, adjusting the coals nearer to the stick she'd used to split her dinner on. It was just a lizard she'd caught, but it would be done soon, she'd eat, maybe indulge herself in a late-night swim before trying to sleep again. It was hard, the nightmares had come back, waking her on the edge of screaming, hunting her with the images of her failures. Watching the flickering firelight in the darkness, she slowly realized that she hadn't been this close to completely un-hinged since right after her grandparents had been murdered. No wonder she was more comfortable out in the wilderness, where she didn't run the risk of seeing anyone else get hurt, where she could tell herself that she wasn't there. That she couldn't do anything. She could let herself off the hook.

She could be a coward.

She kicked the fire, sending coals scattering into the darkness as she started to cry. Why was this always so hard?
starchilde_lost: (pb: welp thats a new on one me)
[Dated 1-6-11]

Rachel was quiet when she awoke early, not wanting to disturb Jean if she were still asleep, not wanting to disturb anything in the quiet morning light. She slipped on her running shoes, a pair of pants, tank top and was reaching for warmer clothes to put on top of that when she looked out the window... and saw trees. Tropical trees to be exact, replacing the winter wonderland that she'd gotten accustomed to over the last few weeks. Dropping the warmer threads, she smiled and headed towards the front door, glad to not have to run through snow.

And that was when the next shock arrived. Standing outside, Rachel simply stared, not quite comprehending the sight in front of her. It was a birdcage, taller than she was, with artificial trunks built near the top, leaves shading the interior. Thinking she saw movement, Rachel approached, peering inside to try and see better.

"Hello? Little birdies?" At least she hoped. If it were snakes, she was going to be pissed. Someone sure had a sense of humor on them.
starchilde_lost: (comic: yikes behind me)
She was running. She didn't know how she'd gotten to this point, but she knew, if she didn't run, they'd find her and she didn't have anyone to protect her anymore. Logan was dead, Ororo, Kitty and Peter.

Franklin. Her Scrapper, gone in the flash of a Sentinel's blast along with all the others.

So she ran, ran as far and as fast as she could even though she knew... deep in her heart she knew it wouldn't be the Sentinels that found her. Not with all their mutant sensing technology and their city surveillance, no they wouldn't find her. He would. He would find her and drag her back to his labs and his drugs and his machines to hurt her until she gave in. Hurt and bend her mind until she gave up her own life and bent to his will.

Ahab, Master of Hounds.

Her feet pounding the wrecked New York pavement, she kept running into the night, listening to the City-wide alarms. Mutants free, mutants escaped, everyone look out for the mutants. She turned a corner and fell, arms breaking her fall, but the skin scraping off her palms. Shaking, she held the wounded appendages to her chest and looked around the dark alleyway, never seeing the dark figure that was sneaking up behind her.
starchilde_lost: (pb: welp thats a new on one me)
Apologies in advance, long and rambling character history is long and rambling. )

And you know what they say about red-heads. )

  • Your character's initial personal inventory:
    • (1) dress - red and short
    • (1) set matching underclothes
    • (1) matching red choker
    • (1) pair: black gloves
    • (1) pair: black heels
    • (1) Shi’ar communicator, primarily links to the Starjammer, but has other frequencies - can be adapted to island frequencies as the power is still intact and an enterprising mind can probably hack it
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