"This is Chloe. I'm not at the phone right now but please leave a message and I will return it as soon as I can. Thank you, have a nice day."

[Contact Chloe or the Mun here.]

New York was cold this time of year, and so when Chloe and Angelo went out for dinner she'd worn black pants and a charcoal sweater, her blue scarf and gloves on with her long white peacoat. They'd just left the restaurant when Chloe slipped her hand into Angelo's. "Thank you for dinner, Angelo. It was wonderful."

"No problem Chloe,"he smiled hand squeezing her's as the other slipped into the pocket of his dress slacks. Angelo used his elbow to push his coat out of the way showing a flash of the blue dress shirt he wore under it.

At this, she hugged his arm and nuzzled into his neck while they rounded the corner. Chloe paid the men gathered near the mouth of the nearby alley no mind, as she was too happy.

Angelo was distracted leaning down to nuzzle her neck as they got closer to the alley and the men.

"Aww, ain't that cute. Angie got himself a little girly girl." The leader of the group stepped out in front of them, grinning. Chloe looked up and hugged his arm tighter nervously. "Angelo, do you know him?"

( Watch him as he goes )

Comment on this post. I will choose five userpics from your profile and you will explain what they mean and why you are using them. Post this along with your answers in your own journal so others can play along.

As requested by acesupyersleeve ( For Bev )

How do you want to die?

She remembers those words very well. Her past before the registration - a complete blur - but this memory is vivid and fresh in her mind. Had she been herself and not a puppet of the US Military's attempt at mutant containment and torture, she wouldn't have gone through with it. But she was under Colonel William Stryker's control now, and the voice that clawed at the surface, screaming for freedom was stomped into containment by the mind-control serum that Stryker had extracted from his son Jason's spinal cord.

Her cold pale fingers softly caress the woman's long, black locks and pin them behind her ears. Her striking cerulean eyes cloud over as she cups the Japanese woman's strong chin in hand and begins coaxing the raging spirit into relaxing so she can do her job.

"How do you want to die?" She spits out as she begins to succumb to the lull of Chloe's blue eyes and hypnotic powers.

The voice inside her panicks and begs to stop the madness, but under Stryker's spell she continues, unphased as she reads into the woman's memories and unlocks a few missing pieces in the process before discarding them and replacing them with new memories of servitude to her "adopted father", Colonel Stryker. Once she's finished, the woman falls to the floor in a heap of porcelain skin, black leather, and long raven locks against the cold stone beneath her.

"Yuriko Oyama has been erased. Mutant number 12 is now at your command, sir. Have you given her a name?" She asks numbly and turns to see her leader smirking in devilish glee.

"Lady Deathstryke."

As his laughter fills the room, Chloe cries out in agony while Beautiful Dreamer stares at the empty woman on the floor, and the hint of a tear glistens in her eye as she thinks to herself, I want to die knowing who I am.

On Wednesday, I had surgery done on my left wrist to remove a ganglion cyst and fuse the gap between the bones in my wrist. My left hand is my dominant one and in spite of the 500mg of Vicodin I am taking as prescribed, I'm in constant pain to the point that just moving my fingers kills. I will be working all weekend and starting classes on Monday, so because of that and my current condition I will be out of commission for a few days. Tags will be incredibly slow until I'm back. Typing with one hand takes forever and is surprisingly tiring for my arm/fingers. I'm actually typing this single-handedly before work.

I apologize for any inconveniences this may cause.
-The Management

My name is Chloe Reynolds, but they call me Beautiful Dreamer. I was taken hostage by Colonel William Stryker of the US Military in 2000 and was held in custody until his death in 2003. I was a member of the Morlocks until being recaptured (and registered) by the military. I was experimented on and brainwashed into manipulating a staff member from the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters into giving up the school's location.

After resolving those issues, Professor Xavier welcomed me to the school to learn to master my abilities. My best friend is Professor Haylie Snyder and I help her teach classes there while helping students as best I can with my mutant abilities.

It is nice to meet all of you.

[OOC: Beautiful Dreamer is from the X-Men comics, but this version is slightly AU because of lack of backstory. See her profile for more information.]

Chloe'd felt a bit of a spark the second she met Angelo Moretti upon coming to his aide after he'd been injured a couple months ago. He was street smart, kind, and gorgeous. And she was inexplicably drawn to him. When she ran into him while shopping in the city, she felt her heart skip a beat and when he asked if he could tag along, she thought she might faint from blushing. She wasn't a little school girl but she was starting to feel like it around him.

The Shadow Walker and the Beautiful Dreamer. Somehow, it felt like it could become something more than a beautiful dream.