Hi Im Red
Real Life Superhero
Skye almost laughed at his reddened cheeks, "That's because you've only seen not even a quarter of the rage, wait until the rest of it comes and you'll know why I chose Savage," she aid it almost as if was a threat, a playful threat of course. "And I am not rough around the edges, I may have anger issues but I think everyone here does."
Oh no, he actually knew who her father was, well it was a good thing he wasn't at the mansion at the moment. And even happier that Darren was occupied with other things. Then that hit her, Darren was still sad, and probably in need of comfort. She was terrible for not going to him, she knew that she should have. Hearing it from her father over the phone was bad enough, and to only imagine how Darren took the news.... Skye really hoped that he would be okay...
"Grew up," Skye scoffed, "more like imprisoned. The mansion is my home, yes, but my dad...Wolverine, he's kept me tied down to this one spot. Training me my whole life to go on the field. Yet the closest I've come to going on a mission is finding the little soccer ball to the foosball table in one of the common rooms," she rolled her eyes. Looking over to see where her feet subconsciously brought her and Dez to the headstone of Cyclops. Still saddened by the older males death, she glanced down at the rose she still carried and placed it down on the ground. "Scott Summers," she said pointing to the grave. "Cyclops, one of the few people I truly ever trusted, and a great man. He was like a father when my dad wasn't around. No matter how much the two hated one another," she said with a small chuckle.
Oh no, he actually knew who her father was, well it was a good thing he wasn't at the mansion at the moment. And even happier that Darren was occupied with other things. Then that hit her, Darren was still sad, and probably in need of comfort. She was terrible for not going to him, she knew that she should have. Hearing it from her father over the phone was bad enough, and to only imagine how Darren took the news.... Skye really hoped that he would be okay...
"Grew up," Skye scoffed, "more like imprisoned. The mansion is my home, yes, but my dad...Wolverine, he's kept me tied down to this one spot. Training me my whole life to go on the field. Yet the closest I've come to going on a mission is finding the little soccer ball to the foosball table in one of the common rooms," she rolled her eyes. Looking over to see where her feet subconsciously brought her and Dez to the headstone of Cyclops. Still saddened by the older males death, she glanced down at the rose she still carried and placed it down on the ground. "Scott Summers," she said pointing to the grave. "Cyclops, one of the few people I truly ever trusted, and a great man. He was like a father when my dad wasn't around. No matter how much the two hated one another," she said with a small chuckle.