Location: Party — Going to the Pool With: August and Alex Thoughts: Drink? Of course I drink! I drink coffee. I drink fruit punch. My guy, I am a friggin ocean!
A fit of laughter ruptured forth past his thick lips, fit with menace and a sinister cackle of a soul well tickled beyond its depths. August seemed to imply that Marcel was going to extend leniency out on every single person. Oh no. He thought. He really, really, really thought. Marcel shook his head as his brown eyes sharpened with a state of pure calculating evil. Drunken evil.
“Oh no, tch tch tch tch,” he stated with his head still shaking in disapproval and a smile made to deceive as he put on his best Betty Gabriel impression from the film “Get Out.” ”Who said anything about saving everyone else? I just know you took a lot of time getting that makeup on your face. Hell, it took some time just to get his simplistic prosthetic on mine. Down with rest, I say! Well, save for Alex. He’s got this spooky look going on and I doubt water falling on him will make him look more or less like an abysmal horror from beyond the deep.”
He was very much a man of his word, too. With just a quick movement of his index finger, a small drop of water fell down here and there from the sprinklers around the three of them alone. Sure, they were insisting he should go to the pool, but how many times does a male who knows how to make the water yield to him often go to the pool. He even raised his eyebrow at Alex when saying the reason of why he should was to show off his abs.
”Why would I want to make a floating bubble and show off my abs?”
The eyebrow was still raised with a twinge of inquiring annoyance to this voice. He then shot his gaze back over towards August, pacing around the taller skeletal male. Then it all began to make sense, from the way he kept winking at him down to being so niftily generous. There was even the banter between the two here and there that finally made Marcel say ”Ohhhhh….OH!”
Marcel never drunk a day in his life before and clearly, he never knew when someone was exactly hitting on him at the exact same time, even if it was just casual flirting. Was August really interested in him or was this like a whole one time thing within the near future? He shrugged. You only live once, right? While he might have been as bright as a bulb in a few instances, of this he was a bit dull, so much that as he began to walk away with a flick to his hand as a wave of dismissal, he announced to them both ”Fine, the pool it is. So long as it doesn’t lead to any accidental procreation though. I’m definitely not parent material and think reality shows are not worth the investment on MTV.”
The flick to his hand cams with some consequences though. Sprinklers went loose in a few areas around the place and while for the most part nobody really was harmed, there was one in particular to which one sprinkler was directly above. If they (Luci) could not muster their best spell cast in backwards language like the person of whom they dressed as for Halloween, then Marcel was willing to oblige as the Dark Knight that this figure occasionally had a fling with. And by that, he was gone, only Alex and August left standing while he himself slipped through the shadows like a ninja. He would totally be at the pool. At least anarchy would reign one way or another tonight.
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Ella paused on her ramblings about cows when Randal mentioned they could lick the inside of their noses. “Really? They can do that?” she thought about it for a second. “Ew” she muttered while slurping down the rest of her punch.
The subject rambled to ice cream and then to pineapple, which Randal said he would love to have grow in the backyard. “Can you grow pineapple here?” Ella mused before her brain jumped to the next jumbled thought, which happened to be spilling her guts on her name and where she came from. Ella didn’t like talking about the camp or her tattoo but her intoxicated brain managed to surpass that feeling.
After spilling her name, she learned the guy’s name was Randal, or Randy, whichever came first. Ella nodded. “Nise to meet yu!” she slurred. Ella barely heard Randal ask if cats could have cheese before she turned and the entire world spun.
Blinking Ella looked up to see Randal covered in her plate of food and his. She was on the floor and the laughter poured out of her. Thankfully the stoner seemed to find it amusing too as he started to laugh as well. He then offered to help Ella up. Randal mentioned the punch might have been spiked and she held her head. “Tha explains alut.” she giggled, looking down at her plate of food scattered on the floor. “I am not doin the five second rul.” she slurred while peering over at the table again. “Watah is probably good. But i’m still hungry.” Ella placed a hand on her stomach as it growled. “I’m always hungry, mutations fault.” she grumbled as they made their way back to the snack table. She quickly popped a cookie in her mouth before grabbing a bottle of water and gulping about half of it down. “Sorry bout that.” she motioned to his clothes, bits of food still on it.
While the two were talking, Ella thought she saw a cheese ball fly through the air and hit someone on the head. She wasn’t entirely sure it was real or if it was the alcohol talking.
Following June’s pointed finger with her gaze, Aurelie nodded at the notion of another plague doctor. “I wouldn’t have guessed that to be a popular choice. That’s why I liked it when you mentioned it.” The blond murmured, a hidden smile taking hold of the corners of her lips. “The uniqueness.” Giving her roommate a second once over though, she couldn’t help but agree that the choice she made was still a good one. “You do pull off a pious woman quite well though.” If only for the irony behind it.
A small giggle escaped her when June complimented James’ abs, unable to do anything but agree. “I know, right? All these years I’ve trained with him and had no idea.” She elbowed him in the side, content to make quips. “I was prepared to have to contour his abs, even.” Not that she thought he’d have humored her in putting makeup on…
Nodding once at her roomie’s guess on her own makedo costume… “I’m glad you recognize who I’m supposed to be. I made this out of the stuff in my closet… all those costumes that my sister sent me for the night is absolutely not meant for wearing outside the bedroom.” Even now, her cheeks painted rouge as she thought about it.
Teasingly, she made a remark about June suddenly finding religion, and the habit-wearing blond assured her not to worry. Feigning relief, she tipped her head to the ceiling as though she were saying thank you to an unspoken prayer. “I’ll selfishly say that’s good for me.” She uttered. “One of the girls I roomed with at Julliard forced me to seek cover at another student’s.” Always saying the rosary… always telling her that she’d need to repent. Why someone would impose dogmatic practices on themselves was beyond her.
June popped a sucker into her mouth after showing Aurie the advantage of pockets - a notion that could have colored her green with envy. Dresses for women rarely came with anything remotely convenient and useful. Asking for a treat of her own, she telekinetically grabbed three drinks and floated them over. Taking a sip, Aurie tasted nothing amiss with the punch before accepting the lolly June offered.
Scanning the room, she absently sipped at the punch. “I don’t see Felix.” She murmured, remembering all too well the man who often hung around her friend, despite not having really spoken to him. “I don’t think I realized there were so many people our age attending this school.” She might have said something more, but June’s exclamation caused her to stop in her thoughts. “Priest?” And then it made sense; her anxiousness at the speedster’s costume reveal. Giving the other nun a once over, her own laughter echoed the other woman’s.
“You’d think it would be.” She said between chuckles that turned into outright guffaws when June likened Felix to a window-licker. Her ribs ached from laughter. “I guess he was deciding to just make a convent of it.” Or, perhaps, he didn’t think he could be a priest… given their proclivity for liking boys. Given the reputation she had already heard of him in so short a time here… he likely thought it too far of a stretch -- even for Halloween.
Still laughing, she near choked on her sucker when Braveheart approached them. He did the costume justice; his “r”s tapped in what sounded like a genuine Scottish accent. “Good evening.” Aurelie greeted him, certain that she didn’t recognize the face. “I’d say, outside of window-lickers... We’re doing pretty well.” She said, taking another swig from her cup.
“I feel as though this is the part where I’m supposed to make a quip about your costume, but you’ll have to forgive me.” Glancing over to James and June, she couldn’t quite put a name to who he was pretending to be.
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Location:Trick or Treat!
Hazel eyes glimmered kittenishly when Daylia mentioned Quintin. “No, but you’re totally allowed to stop and linger.” She said with a grin, clearly taking her time in watching the man in question for a second. Darting about the room, her gaze fell on James and his company, noting that the only fresh face amongst them was a blond woman - and defaulted judgments of her appearance to Darius, being that he was the only one of them attracted to the fairer sex. He chose not to comment, which caused an eyebrow to perk up as she exchanged a glance with her bestie.
“We might have lost him.” She quipped lightly, before returning her attentions to June’s costume. “Gotta love that girl.” The Georgia belle intoned sweetly, her admiration of the virokinetic genuine.
Motioning about the room, she stopped on Roland, citing his height as memorable. Daylia’s opinions were honest - he was freaky tall.. And perhaps a tad on the older side, given the amount of gray dappling his beard. “I mean… when one of you is laying down, height isn’t so much a thing. Just when you want to kiss him and need a step ladder.” Given her less than average stature, she knew all too well of those woes.
Excusing herself to get some punch that June had just dumped a s**t load of liquor into, she left her companions to talk amongst themselves, only throwing a grin over her shoulder after the Pharaoh called after her with a line that she could have guessed before it ever reached his brain. Upon her return, they sipped at the party punch as they picked out a target for their next hijinx.
Darius pointed out Blake, suggesting that anyone lame enough to drink water out of a bottle brought from outside was lame enough to be picked on, and Gracie filled him in on a tiny bit of that reason. “Me either.” She concurred with the molecular manipulator when she said she didn’t feel the least bit sorry for him. “You’d think he’d have just eaten the crow and apologized to her by now.”
Daylia made mention of Blake’s ability to blow things up, and Gracie shrugged it off, assuring her that it wasn’t as useful as it seemed. “Well, in the event that you need something blown up, baby doll.. You have me.” She said with a grin.
Reminiscing about the time she and the Texan got into a prank war, Daylia seemed shocked. “I never told you about that?” The brunette asked, taken aback that there were still things she hadn’t yet shared with her bestie. “God, that war went on for months. It got out of hand,” A little breath of a laugh escaped her at the unintentional pun. “And we eventually were forced by Scott to call a truce.”
“And for the record, had I better aim… I would have tried to kill him. But instead the hexing went to stuff around him.” Even now, years later… she sounded disappointed at that exchange.
Inspiration struck Daylia, and she disappeared with a vow to return. Giggling as she caught it, Gracie hid her features behind the rim of her red solo cup so as to not give away D’s prank. “Like severed heads in the staff refrigerator.” The hex witch cited from previous tricks when Daylia explained who Felix was to Darius.
The dark-skinned man next to them’s grin widened as they brought him up to speed, and Gracie shook her head, her dainty features mirroring his own as she tried to keep her laughter to a minimum. “Something tells me that you’ll fit in just fine here.” She drawled, her southern accent deepening as the buzz from all the tequila started to set in.
Doing her best to appear nonchalant, Gracie kept an eye on Felix to watch his reaction to the cheeseball and the drink that Farren had just poured on him. Though, the sprinklers going off over another newcomer by the table snatched her attention. “Looks like we aren’t the only ones looking for tricks tonight, guys.” She murmured, taking a gander at the ceiling to make sure they weren’t standing under their own sprinkler. “So long as he doesn’t get my sandwiches soggy, I’ll allow it.”
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After talking a bit to Roland and Cam about Cam’s daughter and her trick or treating, he excused himself to go get some food. He piled a plate high with the various offerings, skipping over the punch bowls. In his search for a place to eat, he posted himself alongside another student as he began to ramble.
As Randal rambled, they seemed to get stuck on cows for a moment. Ella loved them, and he brought up the fact that they could lick the inside of their noses. "Yeah, I uh, I’m pretty sure they can. Hang on let me check." He said as he balanced his plate precariously in one hand and fished out his phone in the other. Quickly he went to google and searched the question ‘can cows lick the inside of their nose.’ A video popped up as one of the first options. He turned it so that she could see as well. "Yep, they sure can." He said with a laugh before putting his phone away.
Their conversation drifted to pineapples, and she questioned the ability to grow them in upstate New York. He gave a half shrug as he popped another cheese cube into his mouth. "At the moment, no. It gets too cold." He said thoughtfully. "But, with my powers and the right thing to try and cross-breed it with, I might be able to get some that would. It all just depends..." His face twitched into an odd but thoughtful expression. He was already trying to run the logistics. It would take quite a bit of research.
After a bit, Ella introduced herself, and he did the same. She began to slur her words, causing a bit of confusion to cross his face as he deciphered her words. "Nice to meet you too." She mentioned bringing her cat some cheese, and Randal questioned if cats should even have cheese, however before he could get an answer, the poor girl spun too quickly on her heels and took a bit of a tumble.
It was clear that she was fine when the laughing started, which was good because he wouldn’t have been able to hold back his own at the display. He couldn’t help but mention that the punch was probably spiked. It was the main reason that kept him from getting some. "Yeah, I would imagine so." However as they surveyed the damage around them, Ella claimed to not be going by the five-second rule. "I second that, there is no telling who has tracked what in on the bottoms of their shoes." He said between giggles.
"Well, let's get you up, and we can get some more food." He said, wanting another plate himself. He hadn’t even had a chance to eat the slice of pizza. Ella blamed her hunger on her mutation, and he laughed again, helping her off the ground. "Yeah, marijuana is to blame for my hunger most days." He admitted flippantly. Most people already knew about his hobby, even if it was frowned upon.
They made their way to the snack table, and Ella quickly popped a cookie into her mouth and washed it down with about a half bottle of water. He laughed again, in his mind comparing her to a fish. He grabbed another plate and piled it once again, this time going for the pizza first. He blinked as she apologise, gesturing to his clothes. He looked down and shrugged. "Meh, it’s all good." He managed to say around the bite of pizza as she grabbed some napkins to try and clean himself off with. "It’s not like I’m overly attached to this costume or anything."
In his attempt to clean himself up, he missed the magically flying cheese ball. However something else caught his attention. The overhead sprinklers seemed to be malfunctioning, as a few of them went off. A few students were wet, but one seemed to be completely drenched. Or at least in the process of being drenched. "Oh man, what in the hell is going on with those?" He asked as he looked back to Ella, wondering if she had caught a reason why some of them would be going off.
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Ix SEE x YOUR x FANTASIESxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxWANTxTO x MAKE x THEM x A x REALITY, x BABY?
XXXXLocation: Foster's Home for Mutant Freaks XXXXXXCurrently: Halloween Party XXXXXXXXWith: Luci
He was just about to flourish out the end of the trick when Luci stopped him. Her gloved hand caught his wrist and she explained how he couldn't touch her, that her powers wouldn't allow for him to do so. In actuality, he wouldn't have had to touch her at all. It was just an act, a lot of showmanship and bluster to keep her entertained. If he had done the trick without all of that, it would have been over in a few seconds. He could tell Luci was enjoying it and didn't want to take that away from her.
He chuckled softly and smile a half smile which tugged at one corner of his mouth. He looked away while she had hold of his wrist and then back at her. With his other hand, before she could react, he reached up towards her but did not touch her. Near her ear, he flicked the surface of a card so she could hear it. And then he pulled it back to reveal it, letting her see the face of the card with her signature on it. "My apologies," he said softly, "it was on the other side." He gave her a slight wink before laughing and setting the card down on the table. None of the other cards had her signature on them any longer, conveying that he knew what her card had been since she had given it back to him.
"Can I...have my hand back, please?" He motioned with his free hand, index finger extended, moving between his hand and her grasping it. Once she let go, he moved it around freely. "Quite a grip you have there," he said jokingly. "I hope I didn't ruin the evening. Sometimes all it takes is one bad trick and the audience can turn on you just like that." He placed his hand on his stomach for a moment. "Is it hot in here or is just you?" He asked jokingly but almost immediately made a face that looked like he was going to be ill. "I...uh...Think I might...retire for the night." He looked down at the punch bowl. It was full of God knows what. He was used to having an iron stomach but someone clearly went overboard on spiking the punch.
xxxxxxxxxTake the blade away from me xxxxxI am a freak, I am afraid that xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAll the blood escaping me won't end the pain xxxxxxxxAnd I'll be haunting all the lives that cared cared for me xxxxxxxxxxxxI died to be the white ghost xxxOf the man that I was meant to be
xxxxxxxxxxLocation: Party ///Company: Marcel, Alex Alex caught on to what August was saying, trying to get Marcel’s drunk brain off of the idea of having water come from the ceiling. The gravity manipulator was grateful for the help. He nodded along with Alex, expressing his agreement. However, the water mutant didn’t seem to agree. Sure, they could try to save the day, but there was a playful, evil glint in his eye. August appreciated it, but he was still worried. A bunch of angry, wet mutants wasn’t something that August wanted to deal with.
“Yeah, but everyone else put effort into their looks,” August tried his best to rebuttal, while Alex came in like the ultimate wingman to keep Marcel distracted. Marcel paced around him, his eyes following the other mutant slowly. He smirked softly when the hamster in Marcel’s drunken brain finally got back on the wheel. Alex’s comment about abs finally clicked, and it seemed that Marcel figured out that August was a little less than innocent.
Not in a bad way, however. It would be easier this time around, hopefully. Maybe flirting would start actually getting him somewhere, though he had to admit, that Marcel was a little easier to work with when he was sober. But, he couldn’t blame the younger mutant, it was probably his first time being drunk. August just had to keep himself in check.
Marcel finally agreed to go to the pool and August felt as though he could finally breathe again. August laughed softly, “Don’t worry, it would have to be a pretty creative mutation for any of us to get pregnant.” August almost missed the water letting loose from the sprinklers in various parts of the room. Most people were unharmed, but it was a shrill sound that alerted him. During the distraction, Marcel slipped away.
When August looked back in the direction of where the water manipulator was once standing, he saw a glimpse of him slipping away. August shook his head, laughing before following after Marcel, turning to Alex before he got too far ahead, “Comin’, or do you wanna be part of the aftermath of whatever damage he just caused?” August was totally prepared to handle Marcel with one distraction or another.
After that, he was gone, chasing after Marcel and getting out of the party as quickly as he could. Hopefully, the younger mutant wouldn’t get in trouble for the action. There was no proof it was him, after all. Any number of them could cause this kind of damage. But, hopefully, no one would notice how quickly they were getting out of the party.
Once August was free of where the party was being held, he slowed his pace to something a little more casual as he made his way to the pool. Hopefully, there was a good chance where he would meet Marcel there. He made his way down, stopping in the bathroom first to wash the makeup and prostetics off of his face. A little soap and a gentle hand brought the tattoo under his eye back into view. A handful of paper towels helped dry him off and clear his neck of any streaking paint. Finally, he reached the pool, looking around when he had entered, wondering where the others were. Mostly Marcel, but was curious to see if Alex had decided to come along after all.
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xxxxxxxxxDon't you know too much already xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI'll only hurt you if you let me xxxxxxxxCall me friend but keep me closer xxxxxxxxxxxxAnd I'll call you when the party's over xxxQuiet when I'm coming home and I'm on my own xxxAnd I could lie, say I like it like that,like it like that
xxxxxxxxxxLocation: Party ///Company: Gabe > Blake, Felix Alice could only handle so much of Felix, so when he ran off to go be a piece of trouble for someone else, she focused on Blake. He mentioned her date, as loosely in term as possible, and her sour mood reared its ugly head. Her words were sharp and short, biting off each word with a bit of venom. “Yeah, damn you. How dare you give me standards.” She shook her head, replying to Blake’s comment about her expectations after being friends with him for so long. She had never seen Blake as anything more than a friend, though she was sure that there were plenty of people that saw it a million different ways. They were best friends, that would never change.
“Yeah. With the worst possible person to be flirty with.” She wasn’t gonna let this one go that easily. She was ready to rip Chuck apart, but she wasn’t gonna make a total scene. She didn’t want to get Farren involved either. The last thing she needed to deal with is a scorned roommate if Alice cockblocked so blatantly. Not that she wouldn’t resort to it if she had to.
She showed her inhib to Blake and he thought it a good idea given the circumstance. It didn’t dampen her threats, though. She didn’t pay mind to Chuck while talking to Blake, though his reaction told her that the Hawaiian in question was on his way over. She fought the urge to turn and look at him. When Chuck finally came to her side after flirting circles around her roommate, her jaw set on edge. She nodded to Blake when he commented on Chuck’s appearance, offering to distract Farren while he tried to fix his ******** up.
However, there was little to nothing that was gonna save him. She looked at Chuck after Blake left, taking the cup and throwing it back. She crushed the plastic cup in her hand, staining her skin with punch. “Gonna take a lot more than some punch and candy to make me not wanna kill you.” Sure, she flirted with someone to. But it was more of a cause-effect situation. She had no intention of actually flirting with Gabe, or anything else of the sort. He was right there and she was pissed off. Chuck was flirting with Farren long before she even reacted in her own petty way.
She turned to face him finally, snatching the candies from his hand, unwrapping one with long, menacing nails and popping one into her mouth. She cheeked it, glaring daggers at him through her scleras. “Out of anyone in this stupid school, why did you decide to get your flirt on with my roommate?” The more she spoke, the angrier she grew. It was good. Her rage was something she could handle. What she couldn’t handle was how much it actually did bother her. That stupid smile on his face made her want to smack him. Instead, her grip tightened around the candies, feeling the hard edges and plastic wrappers press into her palms.
"If you wanna ******** her, then take her to your room, because I'll kill you both if you even think about using mine." It was far from an idle threat. She marched away from him, her mind buzzing as she made her escape from the suffocating feeling she was experiencing. Alice had the kind of anger that would severely ******** them both up if she caught them getting down in her room. To hell if it was a shared space. Alice wasn't the type for sharing this kind of s**t, so obviously Farren wouldn't know about her relationship with Chuck. And Chuck had no idea either. Clearly. But her anger was too much for her to want to deal with. She didn't even think about stopping until she reached the empty hall.
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xxxxxxxxxI wanna laugh, I wanna cry xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxDon't want these tears inside my eyes xxxxxxxxDon't wanna wake up and feel insecure xxxxxxxxxxxxI wanna sing, I wanna dance xxxI wanna feel love inside my hands again xxxxxxxxI just wanna feel b e a u t i f u l
xxxxxxxxxxLocation: Party ///Company: Dominic Luci stopped him just in time, catching his wrist with a gloved hand. She was wide eyed when she tried to explain, worried about his reaction. Sometimes people didn’t take it well. Not with her suddenness. And she had plenty of people not fully understand that she was dangerous. The illusion was broken. His trick ruined.
However, he chuckled and smiled and it made her relax. That everything was going to be fine. Her guard dropped faster than she had hoped, probably from whatever was in the drink. He moved his other hand, the sound of a card in her ear making her jump. She watched as he revealed it, apologizing and finishing the trick as if her warning didn’t matter. Her cheeks turned pink at his wink, laughing as he placed the card on the table.
She looked to the floor, the other cards back to normal. Her signature gone from them. When he asked for his hand back, the pink tinting her cheeks spread across her nose and she let go quickly. “Sorry,” she hadn’t expected to hang on for that long. “I didn’t mean to…” She had, but not in the way he was probably thinking. She needed to stop him, but it didn’t matter in the end. He finished the trick and seemed okay.
“You would be the last person to ruin an evening if I was involved in it,” her voice carried a sound of defeat in it as she looked at the cards on the ground. Sure, the trick had been ruined, but it wouldn’t have been if it wasn’t for her precautions and paranoia. Her eyes went up when he moved, his hand going over his stomach and suddenly it felt like time slowed down.
He asked if it felt hot in here, trying to play off the joke, before admitting that he may need to retire for the night. Panic coursed through her blood and flowers bloomed like perfume around her. Her stress levels rose. She smelled incredible. Like the freshest garden. “No, no no no.” She didn’t know what to do. She wanted to grab his arm and drag him to Elixir immediately. But she was frozen. “We need to get you to medical.”
Memories flashed in her mind. The last time someone said that, she had taken everything from them. A kiss that killed. Dom looked to the punch bowl, but before she could react, she felt a drip on her cheek. She blinked. She wasn’t crying. She looked up to the ceiling in time for the sprinkler above her to spark to life, showering herself and Dom in water. She screamed at the suddenness and everything that it meant. “Go! You need to get away from me!” Clean water rained down on her and became dangerous as it pooled at her feet. She was too afraid to move. “Blake!” She called for the only person she could think of. She couldn’t go to him. If she left footsteps of poison, she could endanger everyone here. Her clothing became less secure as it became soaked with water and poison.
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Location: Dorms to Party Company: James, Aurelie, and Merrick Costume:Nun
"Yeah... who knew?" She certainly didn't think anyone else was going to dress as the plague doctor for Halloween. She was under the impression that it was unique enough that she'd be the only one, but maybe someone saw her costume last year and loved it so much they decided to replicate it. Whatever the reason, she didn't care enough to dwell on it. Apparently, she'd made the right choice in dressing up as O Holy Sister June this year.
"Oh, thank you. You're too kind." The blonde humbly bowed her head at the faux Marilyn Monroe and spoke in a voice that oozed elegance, a trait that was unlike her usual self. "I must give credit to the wonderful nuns at the nunnery. They taught me to nun very well." But she could only hold that act for so long. No habit was powerful enough to contain her impish nature. Her fake piousness was immediately replaced by a playful smile and a newly produced sucker, which she promptly popped in her mouth.
She then went on to compliment James' sculpted abs, which elicited a giggle from her roommate. "Well, good thing you picked a shirtless costume, James... or was it Aurie who chose to show off your glorious abdominals?" She raised her brows suggestively at her roomie and very conspicuously eyed his body. Enjoy this eye candy while making said eye candy uncomfortable? Double points.
June couldn't help but laugh when Aurie mentioned that her other costume choices were not meant for wearing outside the bedroom. Oh dear. Her innocence was nearly palpable. "Oh, you sweet summer child." She didn't miss the red tint that spread across her roomie's cheeks and was very well aware that what she was about to say was likely going to deepen the reddish tint. "I'm here to tell you that anything can be worn outside the bedroom, especially on a night like this. Take advantage of Halloween. It's one of the only occasions where such outfits are acceptable. But you can always show me later. I'm very curious to see what your sister sent you."
Aurie was more than welcome to wear those costumes around their bedroom. There would be no complaints from June.
"But your Marilyn costume is spot-on. Very convincing."
June assure her roomie that while she was dressed in a religious habit, she had left religion many years ago and had no intention to return to that life. "Yikes. Been there. Done that. Not fun," She said, relating to what Aurie had shared about her time at Juilliard. "Yeah, this is as far as I'm going with the whole religious thing. And as you can see, I'm not exactly sticking to the ways of the nuns." Retrieving a flask from her pocket, she waved it at her friends. Drinking and staring at shirtless guys? Definitely enough to earn her a ticket out of the convent.
All this talk about religion made her anxious to see her counterpart in this night of utmost irony. Where was Father Felix? Glancing around the room, she spotted someone of interest... but the person she saw was not a priest. Apparently, there was some miscommunication between the two and the speedster had shown up... dressed as a nun. Without holding back, she screamed something loud enough for Felix to hear and launched into a mini-rant about the speedster's horrible mistake.
"A convent? Only if we're the Church of Heathens," She joked in response to Aurie's comment. This whole thing was irritating and funny at the same time. It made her want to laugh... and slap him. But it appeared karma had already gotten to the speedster. Someone had dumped a cup of punch on his head... and another someone had thrown a cheese ball at him.
"Ha! Karma's a b***h." She laughed while pointing at the victim of all these random misfortunes.
She was mixing alcohol into her cup when a certain accent (Merrick) entered her ears and prompted her to look in the direction of the strange voice. What she saw brought a smile to her face. "Well, hello there Braveheart. You embracing the freedom tonight?" She took a moment to really take in his features and his... physique. Nice hair, gorgeous eyes, and incredible height.
June likes.
But her assessment was interrupted by the sound of someone toppling over (Ella). The noise drew her attention away from the Scottish Studmuffin and she took a moment to stare at the drunken craziness happening across the room. "Lightweights." She finally commented before turning her attention to her cup of punch. She quickly drank its contents, set the cup down on a table, and switched over to her flask of rum. The girl drank as if she was trying to prove to her company that she wasn't a lightweight. But that wasn't her intention. She was really just trying to catch up to the drunk students across the room.
After she emptied her flask, she turned her attention back to Merrick. "So are you wearing something under that kilt or are you - "
She stopped mid-sentence when she noticed a few sprinklers going off. Confusion spread across her features as she glanced at the ceiling, feeling the faint effects of alcohol settling in. "What a ********." Her tone held hints of annoyance but her features said otherwise. This was certainly amusing.
"So I think it's time for a refill. Who wants seconds?"
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▓At this Location: Party Time ▓Thinking About: Let the games begin ▓While on Team: Atlas ▓
Cam smiled like any proud father as The Skyscraper inquired about his daughter's trick or treating ventures. "She went as a tiger ballerina princess. She's taken a liking to her father's favorite animal." Cameron smiled on.
"Daddy is most certainly playing tonight." Cam responded to Roland. Cam had been quite the partier in his younger days before his daughter came into his life. He still would have his drinks here and there, but rarely did he get to party anymore.
"I wish we could get as wild as barracks parties used to be, and I'm not talking about the ones with the tooth brushes and mops either." Cam turned to Roland with a big cheesy grin on his face.
As the skyscraper handed him his flask and gave him the warning, Cam nodded, "I'm aiming more so for Calexico or maybe somewhere on the penninsula, Tijuana is too mainstream." He added in his joke before taking a swig. Whiskey was always hard for him to drink, so it was just a small pull. Albeit difficult, it was definitely quality. He grit his teeth and let out a sharp exhale.
"That's good stuff." The Oxygen Manipulator said. Though the bite hit hard, and his reaction might seem like it wasn't, he wasn't lying.
As the new liquor settled to his stomach, Cam realized he hadn't eaten quite enough before the party. "I'm gonna grab some carbs, want anything specific?" Cam asked before stepping away.
The Oxygen Manipulator meandered his way through the crowds passing by all the attendees. The voluntold chaperone not adhering to any bit of what Summers told him to do. He passed by groups poking fun and praising each other's costumes as well as miscellaneous conversations.
Finally making it to snack table, Cam put a couple of snacks on his plate and a few extra for Roland. He ignored the fiasco of Daylia's prank, walking away trying to not get involved, though his drunken self was somewhat curious.
On his way back, his ears perked up as the culprits of the fiasco were talking about their wins. More so Gracie and Darius' conversation. Darius had made a slight gesture, but Cam didn't look to see who he was wanting to target, and instead ate another snack before turning back to avoid any suspicion of having heard the ploy. Cam was curious as to who the 'stiffs' were, but that wasn't going to be his concern, tonight was about to get more fun.
By the time he returned to the Skyscraper Cam extended the plate out to Roland and offered a selection of snacks.
"So, there's a pranks starting to be had throughout the room. I kinda wanna get in on it." Cam wondered just how he would go about making his move. Only so much could be done with safe pranks regarding Oxygen. It was sightless, it was scentless, but it had the potential to be very dangerous, and deadly if not accounted for.
Cameron gauged his distance from Gracie, Daylia and Darius.
"Skyscraper, come this way, I need you to stand between me and those three trouble makers, I'm still a couple feet out of range." Cam said to Roland.
Cam watched from the cover of his fellow veteran and pondered which of the three to get. All of them simultaneously would be too obvious. Then again, he had the perfect target. The Princess of Bad Luck herself was in the group, what better target to have to feign innocence too if he needed. He waited.... and waited. 'Just drink already.' His impatient drunken mind thought.
Seconds passed, feeling like minutes. He looked down at his food, then back to Roland, then back to the trio. It would be obvious that he was the culprit if anyone had seen him staring too long, unblinking.
A moment passed and Cam was graced with his opportunity. Gracie started taking a sip of her party solution, and a small ball of oxygen began to well up against the cup, forcing it to tilt back just enough more than one would expect. As the glass spilled it's contents, the Oxygen manipulator had the oxygen move upwards so that it wouldn't expand and cause a pop. It would go over the girl's heads, but he had to let it release just above Darius' head, any longer and his focus would be a dead giveaway.
Cam banked on Darius not knowing who he was or the extent of his abilities were. Or, that he simply thought the finally caught a draft of air in the room.
"And so it begins." Cam said with a smirk as he popped a little Vienna sausage into his mouth.
Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2018 8:52 pm
Roland Anton Chevalier Location: Party Thoughts: Enjoying the scenery
Roland stood there with Cam as Randal went off to get some snacks to satisfy what could only be his cannabinoid-induced state. He took a moment to take in the party, everyone getting into the groove. He let Cam have a swig of his flask, making sure it was stable since it was rather large, and quite frankly the man was drinking a bit of tequila. Last thing he wanted was his fine bourbon to be spilled from the lips of another. If anyone was going to burn his booze, it was going to be him. Cam told him about what his little girl was dressed as for a Halloween, and he smiled, “Adorable.”
The thought of getting too crazy, like Army crazy in terms of party illicted a laugh from the big guy, “Chances are it’d be pretty bad, if we’re talking going barracks-level crazy.” the multitude of different power sets in this room alone would be bad if things went like that. And the thought of the merry band of idiots in the Army being given munitions made him shudder based on how those guys partied. Cam took a swig of his hooch, commenting on the quality to which he took it back and gently put it back into his pocket. When asked for snacks he responded simply “Surprise me.”
“Oh good, pranks.” he said to himself as he took a party snack, taking in Cam’s desire to join in on the fun. Roland wasn’t exactly one for that sort of thing, but if he needed a wall to block someone’s view of him, he could at least offer that. He moved carefully, positioning himself as if he were taking in the environment from a new perspective. And truth be told, he kind was. After he saw what happened, the drink spillage being the result of Cam’s abilities, he nodded at him, “Indeed it does.” he replied. He took in the scene around him, as he soon saw Spider-Queen leave the room, in a huff. Concern, and possibly the alcohol finally catching up with him, he felt the need to see just what was happening.
“Stay frosty.” he told the oxygen manipulator as he made his way towards her. Walking to the hallway, he gently approached. Last thing he wanted to do was spook someone who was already upset. Especially if he had no idea of what kind of powers he was looking at.
“You alright?” he asked, his voice gentle and calm, pulling out his flask and taking a sip.
It was moments like this that made him wish he kept on smoking.
XX【 】Name: Alexander "Lex" Magnus XX【 】Codename: Wraith XX【 】Team Affiliation: n/a XX【 】Location: Halloween Party to Pool XX【 】With: August and Marcel XX【 】Actions: Ditching the party for the pool XX【 】Costume: Plague doctor
Wraith could almost feel the wheels turning in Marcel’s mind. He could see their efforts beginning to take root. It was odd to see his roommate in an aggressive or vindictive state. The booze had brought to the surface a more callous and unfeeling version of the sheltered young man. One that didn’t mind showing off or doing something rude for the sheer sake of doing it. The good news was that the abs comment finally broke through. It somewhat burst the innocence bubble that was holding August’s plans aloft, but the bursting made Marcel more malleable. The hydrokinetic seemed more interested in being in a more intimate room. Not as intimate as a date or romantic encounter, but at least it wouldn’t be in a room full of inebriated and likely upset empowered individuals. He made a comment about how the plague doctor wouldn’t be harmed by water, and for a brief moment, Wraith had to agree. The water rolling off his wide-brimmed hat, off the tip of the beaked mask, and flowing off the trenchcoat might only enhance the brooding effect. It was a bit one-note, but it was his thing. Wraith embraced the ‘dark’ aspects of his world. From his shadow powers to the theatricality that they could spawn. Thus, he wasn’t in the slightest concerned. At least, not of indoor rain. Wraith was more worried with backlash from powered people. A fate he thought for the briefest of moments they averted.
Marcel burst that bubble as well. One or two sprinklers began to drip, and one across the room let loose a torrent. Distracted by that display, Wraith didn’t see his roomie slip out. August evidently did, and invited him to come along. Part of him wanted to say something about being a fifth wheel outside the party. That part was countered by the very sound logic August brought up. If a backlash was coming, it had to be made aware of. While August also slipped out, Wraith weighed his options. Slower than if he wasn’t fuzzy from the beverage, but carefully. If he went, he might be awkwardly in the way. But there was the desire to keep Marcel from doing something . . . ill advised. But things could be growing unstable here as well. If he slipped out too quickly, then he might be blamed for some of this. If he stayed, he might get caught up in a lot of what could get ugly. Self-preservation began to take hold as he slipped away himself. Wraith removed the mask and hung it on his belt, but kept on the coat and hat. They made him feel kinda fun. Fun enough to do something even more ominous. The coat was roomy and that lent to having areas of non-light but open underneath it. Creating a harness of sorts around his own torso under the coat, he used his abilities as well to simply float and glide through the halls. It was liberating, and something of an empowering moment. After all, he was ‘flying.’ When he arrived at the pool, he decided to hang back. He entered, but just inside the door touched down and waited like a lifeguard.
Wraith hadn’t really been invited to anything like this before. It made him rather happy that August and Marcel both wanted to let him join in- but now that he arrived, he had no idea what to do. The umbralkinetic wasn’t really dressed to swim, and didn’t have a date of his own. Still, better to be awkward than caught in any sort of goings on back at the party now that booze and rain was mixing with a room full of kids that were all strong enough to cause serious harm.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2018 10:14 am
Know your body's made to move, Feel it in your guts. Rock 'n' roll ain't worth the name, If it don't make you strut.
XXXXWhere: Halloween Party -> Bathroom XXXXXXWhat: Why are you the way that your are? XXXXXXXXWho: Alice, Roland, His reflection. XXXXXXXXXXTheme Song: Overkill - Motörhead
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Chuck's eyes followed Alice as she turned to face him, seething with anger from behind those blacked out contacts that still gave him the chills, more than her usual burning rage expression that is. Blake stepped in close and offered to help bail him out by distracting Sully, to which Chuck nodded in approval but keeping his eyes locked on Alice with that same smirk on his face. Maybe it was the booze... maybe it was a defense mechanism, but he couldn't shake that grin. It wasn't so much an "I told ya so" or a "you mad bro" but something along the lines of "okay okay, this is out of hand, let's be cool." Chuck knew it wouldn't be enough this time around, but he couldn't shake it.
She took the cup and downed the contents and crushed the flimsy plastic in her clenched fist. Not a good sigh, Chuck. Still, he had faith in the candy to at least take a little of the edge off to have a conversation. But as she spoke, he quickly came to realize it wouldn't be so easy. He felt guilt begin to settle in slowly despite his numbed senses thanks to the booze, and his smirk faltered slightly.
"Oh c'mon... I was just talkin to her..." He spoke reflexively, only to wince afterward at his own words. s**t, he knew it was bullshit... and that was the quickest way to a knuckle sandwich from the spider queen. "I mean, at first..." He added, a bit under his breath as a single glance was cast in Gabe's direction. The cowboy who'd just had his pistol fingered by the girl. That was what set him off on this path after all. But it was Alice's next statement that really ripped into the Thriller ******** her?!" His expression swung around to meet hers, only to watch as she would trot through the crowd and away from him. Oh no, this wasn't over. His sneakers squeaked against the floor as he followed her hastefully. He had half a mind to reach out and grab her by the arm, to halt her right there, but with each nudge of the moving crowd around him, he found it more and more difficult to keep up with her pace. That is until he finally caught up with her in the empty hallway only to find someone else had beaten him to her.
He stood in the doorway as Roland approached her, his eyebrow furrowed and his grip around the bottle in his hand clenching tightly. A sudden surge of his powers caused the glass to shatter as what little remained in the container spilled onto the floor and down his pant-leg. "s**t.... ********> he cursed lightly, a flash of red in his palm as some of the glass slit his palm. Teeth gritted tightly, he cast one more glance in Alice's direction before heading to the nearest bathroom, a slight stumble to his step as he moved.
His elbow found the door with a harsh thud and he stepped inside, the lights coming on as he moved toward the sink. Gripping a fist full of paper towels he set himself to the task of dabbing away at the open wound burning from the splash of whiskey. This wasn't how this night was supposed to go at all. And as angry as he tried to be with Alice, he couldn't help but feel the blame didn't stick with her. He'd ******** this up all on his own and the more that thought swam through his buzzing head, the angrier he got with himself. Wrapping a few paper cloths around his hand to stop the bleeding, and dabbing away at the boose soaked into his clothing, Chuck glared at himself in the mirror.
"Dumbass..." He cursed lightly, finally pausing for a moment to collect himself. He'd always had that longing for Alice in the back of his mind, since they day they met. But he'd always assumed their closeness was one of those "Friend-Zone" situations. The one chance he had to try to test that, and he went and ******** it up. She didn't even have to tear into him for the guilt to set in, seemed the alcohol in his system made him a little more sensitive to that s**t. He glared into his reflection, staring into his own dark eyes, as if searching for the answer to this mess he'd made, back and forth in his thoughts as to the next course of action.
Best to give it a few minutes and calm down before going back out there... but not too long.
“There’s this new outfit in town, see?” Twitch said, his hands moving too fast for the dismal amount of words he used. When he spoke, light glinted off of his grill, scattering points this way and that. “They goin’ around, collectin’ rents from our bodegas, trynta offer dems their “protection”.” His face sobered then, heavy brows furrowing as his nostrils flared. “And den, get this. They tryna catch a play down on our corners. Tryin’ to muscle out our dealers. Buncha punks...” His indignance seemed to echo in the room, all eyes on him, but he only focused on the three in the back.
“Man, we gotta make them step out.” Several voices sounded their agreement, their anger apparent. “We can’t just let them walk all over Lit Mob’s territory, you dig?”
Twitch continued on, coaxing the rest of his brothers to a suitable level of animosity, though his eyes never strayed from his leader’s face, darkened with a brooding indignation that spelled trouble. This speech had been for him, to cover his own a** - to provide a suitable reason why his rounds were short. Ace nodded once, and Twitch remembered to breathe.
He wasn’t the ********. These Sidestreet Demons were the enemy. But not for long. Soon, they’d squash them out like a roach coming out of the whorehouse. They had something they didn’t; they had Granite. And when that vato came to party, then the Demons would be in for a world of hurt.
**
Seven hells, this day would never end. After a series of shoot-outs, robberies and local beat-ins over the last few days… Martin Ramierez was more than ready to turn in his badge and give up the dream of being a cop. Too young to feel so aged, beads of sweat pocked his temples. Though he considered himself a runner - a man who trained for long chases down the streets of New York… No amount of morning jogs could have prepared him for today.
Eight blocks in a matter of minutes, playing frogger on the streets in pursuit of one of the more notorious lower members of Lit Mob, Kevin “Twitch” Harris. Hot on his trail, Ramierez ignored his lungs’ cry for air. Every few blocks he paged his location in, hoping that back-up would eventually arrive to close in on his target.
“Stop!” He bellowed, but Twitch threw a grin over his shoulder, and his gut told him that the ruffian had wanted a chase.
“Y’all don’t know what you’re in for now! Better call off your friends.” He warned, keeping his hands in the air. “They’s fixin to get hurt. Those Street Demons got all up in our business and we bouts to take care of it.”
As if on cue, something moved behind him; the ground shook rhythmically, akin to someone stomping their way down the stairs in an old house. Before the police officer could get a glimpse of what was coming towards him, a car sailed in the air, landing onto another in a heated explosion of fire and metal.
Oh ********> “NYPD! Stand down!” He held his gun in the air, miraculously steady when he was certain his insides had just turned to water. “Stop!” Shoot to maim. He honed in on the kneecaps of the giant still steadily making his way down the street. He fired once. Twice. Both hit their target, but ricocheted into nearby windows.
Hitting the radio button on his shoulder, Ramierez struggled to find his voice. When it came, the hoarseness covered the tremors that promised to take over his body. “We have a situation here. Suspect, some 9 feet. Burly. Looks as though he is sporting some sort of cement armor. I repeat, I’m on the corner of 41st and 9th.”
Twitch nodded, cheesing to flash his grill at the cop. “I told you, we about to take care of business.” Whistling to the vato behind him, he pointed in the direction their real enemy was. Pointing his own gun at the police officer, they couldn’t afford to appear soft on the cops. Aiming for the man’s heart, he fired, hitting his shoulder close enough that Twitch assumed the man would be dead before any of his buddies could catch up.
The officer sank to the ground, paging his radio one last time. “Lit Mob appears to have recruited a mutant. Call ESU. And whoever else can..” He wheezed, his words slow to come, pained. As the world went black, he could hear sirens too far away.
**
What Twitch nor any of the higher ups within Lit’s gang had expected was the Demons to have their own mutant to match the granite-skinned goliath. Theirs - a tall, lanky fellow with sharp, hawkish features hardly appeared grisly. In comparison to rock dude, he barely inspired any sort of alarm.
But as one of the Lit Mob’s henchmen rose in the air, dread filled those who watched. Slowly, an invisible force tore one of his fingers from his body, joint by joint. His harrowing laugh somehow seemed to muffle out the man’s screams. “Pzo said you all to play.” He said, throwing another hand up to protect himself from incoming shots.
It appeared that each of the different gangs had chosen the same sort of tactic - attack the competition near where their homes were. And each had sent a mutant lackey to handle the light work.
The man who had just become his plaything fell to the ground in a heap, his screams still not silenced by the mercy of death. “Shall we?”
**
X-men, Graymalkin Lane
Reports of an increase of gang activities had not gone unnoticed by the senior x-men. Though several had offered to assist, other matters around the globe called out a large portion of their staff.
Charles Xavier rubbed his temples as he watched reports of the latest on the television. No doubt mutants wreaking havoc in Clinton would only further tarnish what the X-men were working so hard to build. When the phone rang with a request for help containing the gang’s war, he deliberated for a short moment, knowing that all he really had at his disposal currently were junior x-men.
Sending out a page through a handful of students he thought capable, Xavier gave a brief explanation to those he hoped would answer a call of duty.
“I know that this is irregular, but the New York Police Department has requested our assistance in containing a gang war.” He said, keeping to the point. “If you are hearing this page, it is because I believe that you are ready to face the world and help it. You have a chance to save innocent people and prove that we mutants are not just menaces to society. Please collect your training uniform fitted to your mutation and meet Forge in the hangar.”
Already telepathically communicating with Forge, he had him set up teleportation points for the two groups he was sending out. “The task is simple; contain the mutant without lethal force. Assist the police where they ask.”
“One mutant appears to have skin made of granite and seems to be bulletproof. The other, is a strong telekinetic with a streak of apparent sadism.. I know that it is a lot to ask of you, but do what you can. I’ll ask that Grace Covington and Daylia Astrallo take point for the group neutralizing the rock-laden; Blake Tanner and Alice Grant should take point on the telekinetic mutant. Good luck!”
((Please assume that your character has been placed with the team they will eventually be on. IE: Atlas or Nova.))
Lit Mob Mutant Granite: Rock-like hide covers him head to toe, making him virtually bullet-proof. On top of being not only superhumanly large, but superhumanly strong, he makes even the bravest ESU shake in their steel-toed boots.
Sidestreet Demons Mutant Fracture: A spindly mutant with the power to telekinetic rip things apart. A born sadist, he Lit Mob Mutant Granite: Rock-like hide covers him head to toe, making him virtually bullet-proof. On top of being not only superhumanly large, but superhumanly strong, he makes even the bravest ESU shake in their steel-toed boots.
Sidestreet Demons Mutant Fracture: A spindly mutant with the power to telekinetic rip things apart. A born sadist, he [i]lives[i/] to break something down. People, places, cop cars, he takes his sweet time ripping them apart. Piece by piece. [i]lives[i/] to break something down. People, places, cop cars, he takes his sweet time ripping them apart. Piece by piece.
