"I dare you to move. I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor..."
"I dare you to move. I dare you to move, like today never happened before."
Revelations
"It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone." -Rose Kennedy
James 'Logan' Howlett David 'Agent Zero' North John 'Kestrel' Wraith Fred 'Blob' Dukes Remy 'Gambit' LeBeau Henry 'Beast' McCoy Warren 'Angel' Worthington III Scott 'Cyclops' Summers Alex 'Havoc' Summers Ororo 'Storm' Monroe Kurt 'Nightcrawler' Wagner Katherine 'Shadowcat' Pryde Bobby 'Iceman' Drake Wanda 'Scarlet Witch' Maximoff Pietro 'Quicksilver' Maximoff Any X-Men members Any Brotherhood Members Any Morlock Members
Team-X is a group PSL based on and around the X-Men Origins: Wolverine Movie. Started based around the Team-X group the game has expanded in setting and direction. Movie-verse and Comic-verse X-Men characters are welcome; including Alternate Universe and Original Characters.
Set in a military camp, each character is recruited to work for the military using their 'special' abilities and receiving a special kind of privilege. Not all the members of the team are here at their own request, and there are plots afoot to try and harness this powerful group to meet the military's own end. Each members' motivation and loyalties are tested with the continuing influence and interference of Military Major William Stryker and associates.
Team-X is a character driven game and over arching plots are encouraged; while there are storylines provided within the game, character development and interaction is the goal. Participation in plots and stories is not mandatory, but we encourage as much activity as possible.
At current applications are open and we welcome all characters based in the X-Men universe.
Game Active for Two Years! All new characters and players welcome!
It is a time in history like no other. There are those who feel that they are standing on the dawn of a golden age while others feel that the threat of nuclear war will tear the nation apart. The fire of the Civil Rights Movement is beginning to blaze with men and women standing up against oppression at home even as a new fight looms ahead in Southeast Asia.
Against this backdrop of conflict and change, a man named Charles Xavier is searching for others of his kind.
Xavier sees the turmoil ahead. He believes that a war against mutants may soon be coming--he sees it in the reaction of Americans to the threat of the bomb and the fear of mutation. His friend, Erik Lehnsherr, argues that violence should be met with violence, that mutants should strike first and enslave those who would harm them. But Xavier is not a man quick to anger and instead, he is preparing a sanctuary for those who would band together for protection. It is not children that he seeks but men and women--in case the battle is brought to their front door.
As movements march on and wars erupt, Xavier’s dream turns from fantasy to necessity. Where will it lead mutantkind?
MOST WANTED: Scott Summers (Cyclops), Warren Worthington III (Angel), Bobby Drake (Iceman), Ororo Munroe (Storm), Piotr Rasputin (Colossus), Sean Cassidy (Banshee), Alex Summers (Havok), Lorna Dane (Polaris), John Proudstar (Thunderbird), Shiro Yoshida (Sunfire), Alison Blaire (Dazzler), Betsy Braddock (Psylocke)... and those not listed on our taken list.
I... I can't stop listening to this song. I haven't slept more than 4 hours a night all week, my insides are on fire, and I'm nauseous to the point I can barely eat. My acid reflux is out of control, my jaw and teeth are killing me because I can't stop grinding my teeth and setting my jaw, and I now get my monthly "gift". I can't even get to sleep until four or five in the morning. No matter how exhausted I am. I'm lethargic to the point I shut down today after listening to my father throw a tantrum because God forbid my mom recycles 75 pounds of crushed pop cans for money to buy food for tomorrow's today's? grad party. He proceeded to slip back into the emotionally and verbally abusive douchenozzle I remember from my childhood except he's not drunk. Which might be worse. I'm not sure at this point, nor do I fucking care anymore. The fact that I had to sit there listening without saying a word while I can see my mom on the verge of crying just broke me. I was functioning, damnit, and now I'm a lifeless blob leeching misery off of anyone who dare come near.
I don't wanna do the whole grad party thing tomorrow, or my birthday party Sunday, or Valleyfair on Monday. I just want to sleep. Is that so wrong? I'm physically exhausted but no way am I allowed to sleep this week. Too much work to be done and of course it's me and mom doing fucking everything while the boys throw tantrums and mess up the house and Brittany runs around like she's the fucking Queen of the World because it's HER party. Well guess what, Squish? This was supposed to be MY weekend. My birthday party was supposed to be today, but NO. I had to move it to Sunday because of your spoiled ass. On top of it? She thinks she's entitled to blow her college money on clubbing, casinos, and getting drunk. Oh she shouldn't have to lift a finger for her own party. Nope. But it's perfectly acceptable to expect ME to spend four hours slicing fruit and hollowing out a watermelon for fruit salad while mom has been up since four A.M.
I'm past the point of caring about this weekend. I don't care if my birthday is Sunday. Or that I'm supposed to go to Valleyfair on Monday. Sunday is just a reminder that it's been a whole year since I last spoke to Joey. That his last words to me were "do what you want, I don't care". I keep hearing about all these little moments he shared with Anna and I feel... robbed. I never got the chance to have those memories because he chose her. He gave up on me because he was afraid to hurt me. God, it hurts. It hurts so much more because he loved her and they have all these little moments she can hold onto. I'm supposed to celebrate his life on Tuesday, not the anniversary of his death, but... how the hell do I do that when it feels like all the memories I have are of the hurt he caused me? And when his last words to me before he died were words of spite.
Anna can heal and live her life knowing she was the love of his life. She knows how he felt. I never got closure from our relationship. I never got to know how he truly felt under all of that guilt and fear and anger and self-loathing. And that's selfish of me to want to be jealous and angry at her because she had what I wanted -- what I NEED to be able to move on. But I will never stop loving him, and I don't know if I'll ever love someone as deeply as I loved him. I know he's in a better place now and he's watching over Anna -- quite often from what she's told me -- but what about me?
I'm still here, damnit! I loved him! He broke me in ways no one ever has before but I forgave him and he knows that! I was happy for him and Anna! I truly wanted their relationship to be the one because I know it made him so happy! It didn't matter if he was with someone else, as long as he was happy! So what about ME?! I hardly ask for anything for myself. But why can't I have this one thing?!
I just want to feel his presence, to have one last talk where we're not fighting and he's not accusing me of trying to break him and Anna up. I just... I need to know that he forgives me, that he understands and he loves me.
And you know what? And I'm hanging on to the words you say You said that I will be okay That part of the song pisses me off, because he said to me the morning of his funeral and then a few months back, that it's gonna be okay. But I have yet to feel like it's okay. He keeps saying that, and it's not!
I dreamed about you last night. You were about to leave for some trip and I remember fighting through a crowd to get to you. When I got to you, I grabbed your hand and wouldn't let go.
I said I knew it sounded crazy, but an angel told me you were going to die once you left for this trip. You just held my hand and were so calm about it. It was like you knew.
You grabbed Anna's hand and took us to a section of seating when they said to bring your loved ones with you before you leave. You just held me as I cried and begged you not to go, but you said it would be okay.
God, I miss you so much. And it's not okay! I can't even function anymore. I need your help. Please, Joey, I can't do this without you.
I felt him with me for the first time since his death, but then I woke up and he was gone. I got so angry because he said it was gonna be okay, but it's not. I'm not.
I cried today. For the first time in months, I truly cried.
While I'm nothing shy of ecstatic that you've given me back my muse and creative urges, I do not appreciate you waking me at 2:30 in the morning with the sudden urge to write a ton of prompts.
...Especially when I have to be up at 5AM for a 6-3 shift.
You kept me up til 4AM. I'm not supposed to have caffeine because of my fibromyalgia.
exanimate
sick
Broken
disappointed
peaceful
broken
bored
Annoyed