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>> "Uh.... I like horror movies, the worse they are the better. Sucker for bad special effects I guess."

Gina wasn't a fan on horror movies, both on principal and because they freaked her out. Some people got a thrill out of being scared, Gina did not.

"I like action movies," she replied. Her brothers had exposed her to those. Mostly, those movies had attractive, rugged male leads, plenty of thrills, and fast cars. And explosions. Couldn't forget those. Offhandedly, she added on, "And comedies, chick flicks, and animated-type movies..." And movies that were twice her age, and essentially anything but horror or romance... yes, even acid-trip sci-fi, but she didn't mention those.

>> "I love baseball. When I was little I played it. What else... writing, playing bass, cooking, rocks and dirt... I am an incredibly boring person."

"Sounds cool to me," Gina countered, "I can't cook worth a hoot, have never been very good at sports, haven't ever played an instrument, and only write when need be. And I don't know much about rocks or dirt..." She smiled coolly. So maybe she was the boring one? Remembering to be forward, she clarified, "I think those are interesting hobbies. Don't right yourself off as a bore too readily."

The necklace really brought it all together. Gina surveyed her sister with smiling eyes, absolutely glowing with anticipation. She couldn't wait to see her date's face. Would she be absolutely breathless in delight, or grinning like an idiot? Or wordlessly flushed?

God, when was that girl going to get there, anyways?!

>> “Aww, Gina... I think its already working. How else do you explain walking into my life?”

Gina d'aww'ed and squealed, squeezing Agnes tightly in their hug. This is why Gina loved giving Agnes gifts. Because everything she was given, however small, seemed to mean the world to her. She wished that more people were like that when it came to recieving gifts. It made giving them so much more worthwhile.

Agnes tilted and turned, mimicking a model. Gina smiled and casually folded her arms.

>> “Do I look okay?”

"You look stellar," Gina assured her, beaming like a proud mother. Her baby was all dressed up and going out on a date! The thought only made Gina's grin widen. Two, timid knocks at the door interrupted them, both, and both of the girls froze and looked up.

"Ah, the lady of the hour's finally here," Gina breathed a sigh of relief. It took every fibre of her being to resist jumping up and down and clapping excitedly. She was finally here. Passing Agnes a look that was a lot more subdued that Gina was inwardly, Gina inquired, "Shall I get the door? Or, would you like to?"

Agnes looked like she was going to melt into a puddle, right on the spot. Thus, Gina was kind enough to make the offer to answer the door, but the person standing at the door wasn't there to see her. However, the mystery girl was there for Agnes anyways, not Gina, so it didn't make sense for Gina to answer.

One Hour Prior, Xavier's Sister School

Shortly after the Schuyler residence had been notified, Xavier's Sister School was also alerted by the hospital. The call came in through the X-Men's twenty-four hour line, before being transferred directly to Headmistress Delilah Tipper's room. Just after the call from the hospital, the Headmistress called the Schuyler residence. It was one o'clock in the morning, Eastern Standard Time.

Pamela Schuyler answered, and the discussion that had ensued was both brief and intense. It boiled down to this-- Miss Schuyler did not blame Xavier's for the incident, she would be on the first plane out of San Francisco, and that they would discuss matters in-person once she arrived in New York City. The Headmistress was profusely apologetic all throughout the phone call, offering Miss Schuyler her condolences and the services of Xavier's resident healer. Miss Schuyler accepted graciously, and the call was ended there.

It was now half-past eight. And, in the seven hours that had transpired, the Headmistress hadn't found any sleep yet. Her mind had been racing with what had to be done, and how. Visiting hours had been open for a half-hour now at the Lennox Hill Hospital, where Regina Schuyler had been taken. Now was when the time when the Headmistress meant to leave. Thus, she rose from her seat, and strode towards the door. She had already been dressed, sporting knee-high black leather boots with spiky heels, nice skinny jeans, and an off-white blouse, all brought together by a charcoal-grey winter coat.

The Headmistresses' heels clicked down the halls as she briskly made her way to the Infirmary. Student traffic was sparse but steadily growing, as it was an hour where a good chunk of students were either awakening or leaving their dorms for breakfast. The Headmistress approached the Infirmary door quietly, and popped it open, lest any students still be resting within.

The beds were oddly unoccupied, and the DocProf sat at the far end of the Infirmary, chair reclined against the desk, nose buried in a newspaper, and a cup of black coffee at hand. He dropped the newspaper and looked up as the Headmistress entered. A warm, paternal smile touched his face.

"Ah, Delilah-- good morning," he greeted chipperly. He was a shameless morning person. When he caught the Headmistress's grave expression, his smile faltered into concern, "My dear, what's the matter?"

"Can I ask something of you?" the Headmistress inquired.

"Always."

"A student of ours broke curfew last night, and was shot--"

The DocProf sat up attentively, eyes going wide. "Are they--?"

"She's alive," the Headmistress affirmed. But, her tone was grim.

That was all that the DocProf needed to know. He discarded his newspaper on the desk, took his mug to the sink and emptied it of coffee, exchanged slippers for loafers and slid into a blazer.

"Where is she now?" he demanded.

"Lennox Hill."

"Lead on."

The two of them left the Infirmary together, conversing in urgent tones.

"I'd prefer to keep this on the down-low," the Headmistress murmured, "The girl that was shot is Regina Schuyler, a gargoyle-looking child. I'm going to grab some things for her, from her room, first, and ask her roommate some questions--"

"I've met her," the DocProf mumbled back, "And her roommate? Who is she?"

"Agnes Nicholas."

Aleksandr squeezed Gina's shoulder reassuringly before slithering over to the officers, standing at a height proportionate to theirs' as he addressed them. Gina trailed behind snake-man, watching the retreating figures of the family. What horrible people. Good riddance.

>> "You have my thanks. Is nice to see neutral mediators."

Gina followed Aleksandr's suit, offering a faint bow of her head and a, "Yeah, thank you."

When this was all finished, she was just going to go back to the Mansion. A simple walk in the park wasn't worth all of this trouble.

>> “God, Gina. It’s…It’s just absolutely beautiful. No one…has ever given me anything like this. Thank you, my sister. Thank you very much! Come on! Help me put it on before my date gets here…”[/i]

Agnes's reaction was priceless. Gina could only beam as her sister surveyed the jewelry, hugged and kissed her forehead. She squealed and giggled and fawned over the thing as if it were crafted of semi-precious jewels, to which Gina only smiled.

"You're welcome, Agnes," Gina sighed, "You're very welcome."

The gargoyle girl did as instructed, moving behind Agnes as she took the two separate ends of the necklace and delicately pinched the clasps between two claws per side. Clasps were a pain when it came to claws, but Gina managed to successfully hook it. The necklace only partially matched the dress, but it was the gesture that was the most important.

"Maybe it will be a good luck charm? And bring you good karma?" Gina murmured smilingly. Her date would be there any moment now, and even Gina was getting excited.