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xxxxxxxxxxLocation: Dorm Room /// Company: Chuck

Alice didn't even really look up at him when he made a comment about her looking like a badger. "Vicious and ready to rip your face off? Thanks, baby." She continued flicking loose hairs free from the side of her head. She would have to vacuum after this. He was searching her room for something that she assumed would be to maintain his own mop before finding a hairband and using it to get his hair out of his face.

"I still say I'm hardly the man for this job... I mean, have you seen my hair?" He started, her eyes going up, well aware of the thick dark mess that was his head as he continued, "I don't even like to shave my OWN face... and here I am shaving yours..." She snorted, "Unless you're an eighty-year-old blind dog, I'm sure you'll be fine."

She was dressed in the same s**t she usually wore. A loose t-shirt and compression shorts. The t-shirt was littered with little hairs that she would need a makeup brush to remove from the side of her face and neck, but she was ready to get the rest of her head cleaned off so then she really could get started. Chuck mentioned needing water before he set to work on getting it. She was so used to shaving in the shower where water was in constant abundance that she hadn't really thought of it.

He noticed the inhibitor on her wrist and she shrugged, "Just for tonight. I'm wearing heels and if I trip, I'll probably level the entire building." She tipped her head to the side for him, giving him a smooth work space to handle. "Nah, I'm crystal most of the time. Gloves and good boots keep s**t from happening on accident, but I'd rather be safe than homeless."

Their conversation about her abilities continued on as he started working. She felt the smooth glide of the razor over her skin, not tugging at the hairs, which meant that she did a good job on getting it short enough. "I mean... seems like you've been doing pretty well with your powers lately... then again you've been pretty chill since I've met you so maybe that's why." She let out a grunt at his statement, "By chill, you mean I've been working my a** off on training and putting as much energy as I could into working out and practicing not killing people."

She had been working hard, constantly, every day, to hone in on her abilities since the moment she got here. To get stronger, better, more in control. She practiced any time she could, sometimes with people, sometimes alone. But she did it because she wanted to. Not because it was required.

"Ya make it sound like I was a feral child when I came here."
She was just a scared kid that fought back against a dickwad bully and got sent to a school for mutants. Soon, the shave was done and Chuck wiped away the last of the cream and hair that was left behind. She got up, her legs springing her to her feet as she walked across the room to get a good look at herself in the mirror. "Badass." She said, inspecting his handiwork.

She grinned when he asked what she was going as, and what this had to do with her costume, "Everyone's biggest fear." She spoke very little of it after that before she made sure her door was completely shut. Once she knew it was secure, she made her way over to her closet and grabbed the dress out of it. It was a long number that was sheer and lacy, designed to be very see-through. She may be a brute, but to night she was gonna prove that she could be just as sexy as she was terrifying.

"If you want to get all your stuff together, you can, I'm going to get started on my makeup." She placed the dress down on her bed, laying it out before turning and grabbing her bag from the drawer in her nightstand to do her makeup. She was never a big makeup person, but she always had some to help herself along on the days that she needed it. However, there were things that she had gotten specifically for this night and had spent the past few weeks getting it all put together.

She hit a button on a remote, starting the music that she had been playing last as Slipknot started playing through the speakers of her radio. She dropped the remote down on her bed in a simple toss toward Chuck, barely missing his head before she started sketching out the shape of her makeup look.

Connor waved away any attempt at apology from Randal. “Just an offer of some soup if ya migh’ be interested. Don’t worry yourself.” It was true that he had offered, but at the same time it was so good that the Irishman wasn’t sure if he wanted to share after all. Let him have his sandwich. On the other hand, he did make it a bit much so he could share and make a friend or two. Ah, choices. Thankfully, the choice was not a critical one. It seemed the kitchen was becoming a hub of activity. Honestly, that was what Connor would expect out of any home. Everybody’s gotta eat! As it was, there was the sandwich munchin’ man, and now a couple new arrivals. The first offered him a friendly wave which was returned with a broad smile. This guy didn’t talk much, but that was okay. “Good day to ya.” Connor was always trying to be friendly without being pushy. This new guy had been wandering the halls for a while so he wasn’t exactly a new face. Still, the two hadn’t really talked much. Apparently sandwich guy and he were more familiar as some playful ribbing started.

A moment later, he mentioned about the wide array of foods. “Aye! Takes all kinds ‘round here especially. Besides, if ah have a need for a taste of home, why bother whinin’? There are a few things I actually know how to make, and why not? It’s hot, fresh, and not too shabby.” Connor spoke with a little bit of pride for his ability to take care of himself. As an only child, he was given a fair amount of doting by his mother. That meant when he stepped up and did things on his own it was a bit of a personal triumph. In this place, some independence was even better. So many different people floating around with their own agendas and needs. Trusting one another was one thing. Being a pain and whining was another. To that end, Connor began to tidy up after himself. He hadn’t made that big a mess, or so he thought, but no harm in cleaning up. As he did so, and between spoonfulls of soup, he noted more carefully the melted costume. It looked fairly good and was impressive work. It inspired Connor to think more carefully about his own costume. He’d need some time to pull it off if that was his intention. But then he thought of something else. Slenderman would be impressive- but something else might work better. That and the costume parts would be far more readily accessible.

As he redesigned his costume, the next person arrived. This one also noted the soup and such made Connor smile. With less than a half-hour of preparation, he had summoned several people to the kitchen. Imagine if he tried to put together something far more elaborate than veggies turned to paste! He smirked with a cherubic grin as the thought came to him to really turn this place into a family and home. The newest member commented about the acceptance of Texas and New York, and even if the comment wasn’t directed at him, Connor responded with the same friendly tone laced with his Irish accent. “Texas isn’t known for it’s welcoming culture. Course, I come from a fairly tight community as well. Its okay, though. We are all different here, and that is what makes us the same. We all have our tricks.” With that, he purposefully waved his tail up as if it were his hand to gesture a friendly hello. His smile was infectious, and then the young man returned to cleaning up. There was still about a serving of the soup left, perhaps a little more. His own bowl was being emptied fairly quickly. Despite his invitations, at this rate he will end up eating that leftover soup as well.

It was at that point Randal decided to expand on the conversation. The party was looming, and of the four in the room only one seemed ready in any aspect. Connor shrugged a bit in honest confusion. “I had an idea five minutes ago- but now I think I have a better one. Kinda indecisive on what would be the best thing to try. Gots me a new idea that might not be so hard to make, but will still take a while. What of you lads? Meltman is looking freakishly good, but the two of ya?”

xxxxxRipley Cortez




Power Mimic ★ Team Nova


”LACH!” A slim brunette knocked loudly at Lachlan’s door. In the time since she had moved in, she’d made a few friends. The strong man happened to be one of them, whether he liked it or not. Some days he seemed to appreciate her company, others, she got the feeling he was a little put off by her - she’d take it personally, but he seemed a bit uncomfortable around others as well... ”Are you in there?? It’s important!!”

She had her bestie in tow - she and Amara had hit it off immediately, and since, had become very close friends. Nearly inseparable, in fact. Ripley wasn’t exactly shy, but when around people unfamiliar to her, she could sometimes get a little nervous not knowing how to behave. Amara had seemed standoffish to her when they first met, which had made her nervous. So, somehow Ripley ended up babbling on about a problem she was having with one of her programming projects. When she wasn’t sure exactly what to say, she defaulted to something she knew - computers, MMOs, Dungeons & Dragons…

However, that had blossomed into their friendship, the power mimic had no idea. Still, she’d found a cherished bond with the telepath.

But tonight was the night of the Halloween party, and her best friend didn’t even have a costume! What was she thinking? Maybe Ripley needed to try to grab the telepath’s mind reading power to find out. Halloween was such a fun time of the year and she intended to make sure Amara had fun with her. The most pressing matter at the moment was the costume situation. The power mimic planned to dress as a witch - a classic. She had acquired enough odds and ends to dress her bestie in one of a few different options.

The question was ’which one would suit Amara best?’

Unsure where to find Kerri at the moment (she’d gone to her room but the redhead was MIA), she’d come to see if Lachlan could give them a second opinion. He was a boy, so who knew how helpful he’d be? But she also needed to make sure he would be dressing up as well. She wasn’t going to let her friends get away with being party poopers.

She knocked on the door again, impatient for the farm boy to let them in. Hazel eyes found Amara’s gaze and she gave her a small shrug at the delay in response. It was the strangest thing though, as she tried to listen for signs of movement on the other side of the door, she could swear she heard Kerri screaming at Felix…



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▓ At this Location: In the Green house/Garden ▓ Thinking About: Tonight ▓ While on Team: Atlas ▓


Three weeks ago:

Cameron paced back and forth. A smirk on his face. He had just come back from a trip to see his daughter and family. "Yes sweety, did you have fun? Yeah, I remember. Mommy and I talked about that. Yeah? You're excited? I am too! Don't forget to tell mommy how much you love her and how proud you are, she's doing this for you, and I'll be able to spend more time with you too! I can cook all your favorite foods again too. Okay sweety, I love you, and listen and be a good girl for your mother."

Present Day:

Cameron was kneeling next to some flowers in the garden, pulling a few weeds. The sun was fleeting this time of year and very rarely could he enjoy the slight warmth of sun that broke through the overcast. The wind blew gently as it rustled the flowers and plants around him.

Pulling the last few weeds from the ground, Cam got up, picking up the pulled plants and walking to a compost pile. "Are you ready for Halloween tonight? We're going to start after dinner, before I go to the party with the others."

From a chair a few feet away, a big book of "I spy" tilted down and a tiny sandy blond face looked back with excitement. "I can't wait to get all the candy! Bradley said that he got the most candy last year, I need to get more than him. Daddy, after we go trick or treating, can I come to the party with you? I promise I'm a big girl, and I'll be on my best behavior."

Cameron's face went from a smile at his daughter's excitement to competitiveness to a straight face. "Kat, you're a big girl, but not old enough. In due time, you'll be able to go, but you still have quite a bit of time. Besides, you'd find Daddy's parties boring. You won't be able to do anything." Cameron said, emphasizing on quite a bit of time and her boredom. "I'll make it up to you, I'll make you chicken tacos for dinner. You can also pick out candy to eat tonight and stay up playing on my computer until I get back."

Katiria scrunched her nose at the immediate shutdown. As her father started with the bribes of content, they softened. A large overly exasperated sigh was released as she brought the book back up to continue her search. "Fine.." The 6 year old responded, disappointment filled in her voice. However, video games and candy on a school night crept a slight amount of joy into her.

Cameron walked over to the strawberry plant and picked a couple, winter was approaching and the strawberries were less and less by the week. "Here sweety, it'll be a while before your plant will make as many strawberries as before." He placed them on a plate that had crackers, carrots, and salami. A slight 'hmmph' came from behind a book, only to be followed by a hand grabbing the strawberries and eating them.

Cam let out a slight sigh, as his daughter gave him the silent treatment, and returned to work on his pepper plants.

Roland Anton Chevalier
Location: Sunroom/Dorm Hallway
Thoughts: How the times change



Two Years Ago, Mogadishu, Somalia

His heart pounded in his chest like a war drum, the sound of bullets whizzing past him as he contemplated his next move only added further urgency. Ortiz lay out there, losing time with each and every second that they were pinned down. His hands, basically catcher’s mitts, wrapped around the rifle in his hands with increasing tightness.

“How we doing out there Ortiz?”

“Like I got shot!” he yelled back “Hurry the ******** up!”

“Just hang in there Ortiz! I’m comin’ to get ya!” he roared, his eyes glinted in the sun. Looking to his fellow soldiers, his hands relaxed as he dropped his rifle, quickly loosening his harness and throwing it off. His fireteam had never seen his mutation in action, but now they were getting a full on show as his armor started to slide over him. It covered his BDUs, loosening up his combat harness allowed it to slide under his body armor unencumbered by anything else. It all stopped when the facemask formed over his face.

“Cover me! he growled...

Now

He walked past the open door, getting ready to walk into his room. He smirked when he heard James’ reply, slowly taking his shirt off. He heard a shriek and turned about face to the source. It was something he did, the sound of trouble he sort moved in on. His elbow hit the door, opening it further, as he was trying to get his shirt down. Only he somehow managed to get himself caught in the doorway, leaving his torso exposed. Taking a second, he stepped back, got his shirt down, and got walked back in. It took him a minute to register what was going on, but he quickly recognized the situation and smirked.

She was basically given nothing but lingerie as Halloween costume ideas.

“Called it.” he said with a chuckle, “Halloween costumes for women, nine times out of ten they’re extremely skimpy. “

“Sorry for the unintentional eavesdropping, caught the tail end of your conversation on my way back to my room. The name’s Roland, recently enrolled to the school.”

He stood there in the doorway, or rather, leaning on it in order to fit properly, his smile accentuating the scar on his cheek. The big guy took the woman in, getting an idea of who he was dealing with. Clearly embarrassed by the situation, he tried to offer some levity, “And hey, worst case scenario, you can surprise everyone for the eventual costume contest tonight.”

OOC: Hope it’s good!

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwith Lucianna, just ending a training session


“Oh, I certainly hope not. While my mother tends to be just as vapid, I don’t think I would want to live in that constant amount of stupidity.” He said in regards to the Kardashians. “Though, they probably would be self-centered enough to hire one.” Rolling his eyes, he made it apparent that he didn’t think much of the reality tv family. Though the sisters were admittedly pretty, he failed to see why that made them such cash cows in the entertainment industry. There was zero talent among them. In the age of trash broadcasting, he couldn’t help but be thankful that he’d long left that life behind.

Chuckling at the picture Luci painted of slutty astronauts, he partially agreed with her assessment. However, as a guy, he had to admit that even if women’s costumes weren’t exactly practical, he could still appreciate them a tiny bit. “I’d recommend that if you ever go to space, you get your suit from NASA instead of a Halloween store.” He teased, his mirth lighting his eyes.

Laughter emanated out of him when Luci voiced that some things should not be made sexy. “Some things should not be… but I can’t help but find the smallest amount of comedy in their efforts.” Dimples pronounced, his lopsided grin marked his sense of humor with a good dose of honesty. “Plus, I’m still a guy.” He admitted. “Put a nice pair of legs under anything, and most of us are gonna take a gander.” Shameless, maybe, but at least he wasn’t vulgar about it. Ever the gentleman, he attempted to keep a semblance of that in their budding friendship. The last thing he needed was for the women on campus to stereotype him into the trust-fund cad that so many of his family’s circles fell into. “Even pizza, or crayons.”

Lamenting over the fact that he couldn’t pull off something scary for the evening, neither one of them seem to have ideas on how to make it happen. Rather, they both provided reasons as to why it could be a disastrous move. Between latex, her potentially poisoning him if she helped apply it. “Yeah, astronaut it is.” His southern drawl probably made it difficult to imagine him in anything but boots and a cowboy hat.

The poison generator girl quietly mentioned her own costume and Blake couldn’t help but note the hesitance she held about it. Rather than allowing her to fret needlessly over so simple a thing, he offered her props to enhance her magician’s suit. Explaining that he had hidden his former roommate’s box of magic tricks out of pity, Luci brightened with the silliness that the poor guy had thought it would work. “You got me on that… The worst part was, he didn’t even pull the tricks off, so most girls simply waited until he’d left to laugh. My poor heart couldn’t take it. He was never going to land a date that way, even out of sympathy.”

Nodding toward the locker rooms, he clasped his hands behind his back. “I should get changed out of my gear so that I can round up those tricks for you.” Turning toward the guy's side, he paused just at the door. “Nice work today, Luci. I know that your progress isn’t exactly as far as you may want, but it’s strides from where you first started. We’ll get you there.” With that, he disappeared inside, hoping that he had instilled some confidence in dark-haired beauty.

xxxxxxxxxxLocation: Dorm Room /// Company: Chuck

Chuck commented on her personality after she said that he was making it sound like she was a feral woman, "I mean yeah, you've always been a bit of a wild child from my point of view." She shook her head, “A girl gets a little bit of personality instead of being a ******** statue and suddenly she’s a handful.” She knew that wasn’t what he meant, but she looked over at him with a grin on her face, telling him that she was kidding. At least a little. She sure as s**t wasn’t mad. Some women had about as much personality as a cabbage.

“Just take the ******** compliment.” She laughed hard finally on that one, “Alright, alright. Damn.” She commented on the handiwork of her friend before mentioning the next step of what she was going to be. Leaving him with a hint that would only confuse him more. At the sheer mention of makeup made him admit retreat.

“As if I would let you anywhere near my face with any of this s**t. Even though you look like a gay pirate that lost his eyeliner half the time.” She placed her dress down and shook her head, “Just let it be a surprise, you shitbird.” She turned on her stereo to give them something to listen to as she started mapping out where everything had to go.

She told him to get his stuff so he could get ready. Chances were she would have to help him with his hair. The more time she had to focus the better. She laughed as he made his grand exit before shaking her head and taking off her T-shirt before it could get ruined or in the way. She tossed it to the floor, standing in her room in shorts and a black lace strapless bra. She started to work with using Spirit Gum on the glossy, black half-balls, sticking them to her face in the spots that she had mapped out. There were two larger balls, about an inch across, and two smaller ones. She placed the larger balls above the arch of her brows before placing the next set a little down and closer to the center of her forehead, and the last set, which was the smallest, just above the start of her brows.

While she let those set, she worked on mapping out the spider web on the shaved part of her head. She carefully drew on the smooth lines with black eyeliner, shading with some grey eyeshadow. The center of the web started at her hairline on the crown of her head before making its way out and down, stopping along her natural hairline.

The next steps included using black temporary hair color to darken her natural hair. It made her wavy hair messy and unmanageable. Once her hair was finished, her hands were stained dark, which she was fine with. She would work on her hands later. She continued drawing little hairs around the beads, giving them more of a 3D look on her skin before contouring lines and mapping out the lines and grooves of the face of a spider on her forehead. She contoured her temples, making them look sunken in a bit before a hard contour for her cheeks as well, giving her cheeks a smooth, cut look. She filled in her brows as dark as she could to match her hair.

She fixed the custom headpiece that she made into her hair, look spider-like legs sticking out like a half-crown from beneath her messy, wavy curls. She even went as far as to contour her hands, making them look thin and sickly before sponging black polish onto her fingers, avoiding her nails and painting the skin around and below them black as if she dug her nails into black paint.

By then, Chuck had returned and she turned to look at him as he entered the room. “Almost.” The look of a spider queen was already coming together. The only thing left was eyeshadow, lipstick, some spiders for the web on her head, and a few other extras. She grinned, sharp, fake fangs already on her teeth.

Alice ******** loved Halloween.

She turned her attention back to the mirror as she took the small plastic spiders that she had picked up online and using Spirit Gum to glue them randomly coming out of her hair and settling on her spider web on the side of her head. She strung fake webs through her hair and around the spider legs that were poking out of her hair.

“I’m gonna need you to make sure I don’t fall on my face tonight because seeing in the dark is a pain in the a** when I got the contacts in. And I swear to god, if you ******** with me, I’ll break your nose.” She looked over her shoulder at her friend for a moment before putting on her black lipstick, painting her lips carefully after lining them.

She looked over the details of her look before flicking on another lamp in front of her mirror, giving herself better lighting before grabbing her contact case. She carefully removed the black sclera lenses, putting them in one at a time. She blinked them into place before looking at her own reflection. There was a sliver of blue where the contact was open for her to see since the light caused her pupils to shrink. She could see when the lighting was good, but if her pupils expanded, the lenses only allowed so much light through.

Once she was finished with that, she set to work on her eyeshadow, using blacks and reds to add a little color to the final product before placing all her makeup down when she was satisfied and walking to her bed, grabbing the dress and pushing her shorts off. She kicked her shorts into the corner, not giving a singular s**t that Chuck was in her room. “Told ya, everyone’s fear.” She unzipped the dress and slid it up her legs, sliding her hands through and settling it onto her shoulders before turning around so the unzipped back faced Chuck, “Help.”