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 Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 2:58 pm
 "Which ever gets me the most cash of course!" Dimitri replied to the Omega's threat to his phalanges and manus, or hand. Even though they got enough cash a month to splurge there was never too much cash right? Of course not. "How much would the Black Market give me if i do? If they're offering up the green I'm down to give up my entire arm." he joked. "That jello just better be worth it." Another idea came into the brillant head of Dimitri Otengam as he sat down with Daylia. Most the people around here seemed to occupied with the big night over Kells. Dimitri gave out a light chuckle before he gave out the next name he could donate to. "Or Sentator Kelly. I can bribe him into pushing the bill back a few days." The guy had such a hard-on in his panties when it came to mutants. One could only imagine the mess Senator Kelly would leave on accident if he managed to get the hand of the Alpha playboy.
Dimitri agreed to Daylia's terms; especially since he only had a drink. Then again if he had a beverage her deal didn't have any real weight to it right? Eh, whatever. He wasn't sure what the same old thing was with Daylia but since they were x-men it more than likely had something to do with saving the lives of those who hate you; with a few teaspoons of risking your life every few mintues against those who are equal if not stronger than you. Dimitri gave a slow nod, listening to her as he was taking a drink from his beverage. Then she mentioned a man named Dorian, who was a new member on the Alpha Squad. Placing his drink down he commented on this Dorian. "Is he cool? If he's not you guys can take him you have my permission." Dimitri offered with a grin. He was taking Bella's place temporarily as team leader. Hopefully she didn't mind. And speaking of team leaders, the Alpha heard the commander of the Omega's request that those that needed outfits for prom to head with her. "No threatening Alpha's this time around? Not bad guys." If everyone knew Narcissa, especially the omega's the translation probably went something like this.
"Omega's that are in need of formal wear-Report to my dorm...or else i turn you into ash while you are asleep, put the ashes in enveloped and mail a portion of them to each of your kin...while i save some to spike the next drink of the next Alpha that is in my atmosphere."
But translators costed cash so dechipering it was unlikely sadly.
At least it provided a good transition to what Dimitri wanted to get to, which ws the topic of prom. Daylia didn't seem to excited about it though. Or maybe she was looking forward to it but wasn't at that level of "stokedness" as the other people. "They're in a hurry to listen to mediocre music, and enjoy finger foods." Dimitri thought. His thoughts shouldn't be taken the wrong way though. On one hand prom was a memorable night; on the tails side it was another school dance. Yet Dimitri played along...until it would become weak and then he would be outtie 5000. "Just got done whipping some a** in the game room. Those mortals cannot possibly match my calibur." he said with a playful sigh and a shaking of his head. After taking a comment out of mike tyson's book he decided to get down to business, since it was brought up. "Plus i was looking around for a date to prom. And Seeing as how we worked together as a clown and a crippled mad scientist before, I was wondering if you wanted to team up again and wanted to go with me."
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 11:52 pm
Name: Christian Spencer
Codename: Sidetrack
Team: Omegas
Location: Porch
Current: Tables=Turned
From where he stood, Christian observed Isabella standing there on the porch steps, nigh-monolithic. He didn’t know why she refused to move a muscle, nor was he going to ask. It wasn’t his place. He just stood there himself, waiting for her to answer, which she did after a moment. And when she did, he listened.
She was correct in that his time laid up wasn’t really a vacation or a good excuse to use for time away from team activities… but it made sense to him. Granted, he tried earlier in the day to get on that pony and ride again, but he did take a horrible fall… so to speak. Maybe that was because he wasn’t fully healed yet, he didn’t know.
“Maybe, maybe not,” Christian responded dryly to Isabella, “Sure as Hell felt like time off to me.” How else could he have taken it? He surely wasn’t on the field, sure as heck wasn’t running around the grounds like he did every morning, and he sure as heck wasn’t traipsing around the Danger Room at least once a day like he’d grown accustomed to. So, if his being laid up in bed wasn’t time off, he’d hate to see what real off-time at the Institute was. His thoughts were taken astray when she mentioned him suffering when he’d first arrived after being mauled by Creed, but he made no comment further about it. He’d forgiven her for using her abilities on him and he was grateful that she did so he could get a small slice of slumber. And that was how it was going to have to sit, whether or not the Alpha’s songstress liked it or not.
And she mentioned his suffering? Did she not remember that SHE was the one who took the bullet from Mystique? Christian sure as heck did, and remembered how absolutely close he was to taking that bullet himself. All it would have taken was him moving his arm just ever so slightly in the way... maybe if that's how things played out, perhaps the mall incursion would have gone a lot smoother. There was no real telling, what had happened assuredly happened and here people were trying to pick up the pieces so to speak.
Still though, he kept his vision on her out of the corner of his eye, noting that she hadn’t taken up the offer to at least take a seat. That kind of bothered him a slight bit. He was trying to be polite, civil with the lass… and he wondered why it was she was refusing the gesture. His wonderment ceased when she spoke up, wanting to spare him the backlash if a certain Omega’s leader made her presence known.
“If it’s a verbal assault she’d level, I can sure as heck handle it,” Christian said, a mischievous grin forming at the corners of his mouth, “But if it’s a physical assault… I’m sure I can use the ‘I’m injured!’ card for at least another week.”
Christian laughed at that comment, the first real laugh he’d had in a while. Surprisingly, it didn’t make his chest hurt. That meant he was getting better. But again, his attentions were stolen by watching Bella look out again, this time to what he had no clue. There was something in the look in her eyes, like she was reminiscing… remembering days long since gone. That was when his ears could barely register what it was she was saying… but they did.
Hearing the Alpha’s leader say what she did, it was quite stunning. Here was a woman that he’d followed willingly into battle twice by his estimation. Well, followed once, saved her bacon twice. Even still, hearing all that from her, it made Christian think about his own issues he’d been wrestling with since he became a pincushion for Sabretooth… and figured for once, just maybe once, his own issues were pale in comparison to the bigger picture.
“You’re right that there’s a lot of hate in the world. Too much. But giving up, rolling over and playing dead,” Christian trailed off slightly, “That’s exactly what Magneto wants. That’s exactly what our government wants.” While he was laid up in bed for those weeks, he’d heard trickling reports of the Omegas outcome at the courthouse… and how despite them saving the good Senator’s hide, he had still fast tracked that damnable Mutant Registration Act through Congress. Now, only a few short days away, it’d be fully enacted as law and then what? What was there left to do? Well, he knew what he was going to do for himself, but that left the others…
“We keep pushin’ back cause that’s what we’re here for, right?,” Christian asked Isabella, almost flippantly. “Just gotta keep pushin’ back until we make headway, until we can show that we all deserve the same civil rights as a normal human... right?” Even with his arms folded across his chest, Christian managed a small shrug. He knew what he said even held some truth for himself, yet he was probably too pigheaded to realize it. He just hoped more that whatever he said didn’t come across as the wrong thing. As it stood, he didn’t know if it was his place to say it or not. Again, seeing someone that was respected the way she was having doubts was definitely an eye-opener for him.
He was about to say more when he felt the comm in his pocket ring to life and the previously mentioned inhuman British dialect came over loud and clear. “Speak of the Devil, eh?,” he said casually. “Guess that’s my cue to hit the ol’ dusty trail.” He ceased leaning against the railing of the porch and took a couple of steps forward before looking back at Isabella momentarily. How could he want to help someone get through their funk when he couldn’t get through his own? Something ate at him concerning all this...
"Y'know what? She can deal if I don't show up," Christian said as he moved back to his perch against the porch's railing. "I'll suffer whatever consequence there is." Before he could finish off his sentence, he turned his head and looked straight at the Alpha's leader. "With a smile."
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 11:21 am
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Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: Cafeteria.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx  "Cash?" Daylia asked, her right brow perking again. "Who said anything about cash? I was simply going to place it in a jar with preservatives and keep it in my room." She managed to say it with a straight face before going on. "Though considering you wouldn’t mind missing it, I may have to take a more important appendage." All this over jello. A small grin spread across her poker face, though as he brought up Senator Kelly, she grew grim and shook her head. That man was a horrid person. "Yeah, then he would take your money, kill you, then go on as planned." She said with a grim sigh.
Daylia shrugged with Dimitri’s next question. "I don’t really know, we didn’t talk all that much." She said before finishing off her pizza, tossing the crust onto her tray. "He seems really into cars, that all I know. Oh, and that he is related to Tara." She gave another shrug as she picked up her cup of lemon jello and a spoon. "And what exactly makes you think Narcissa would want to take him is he’s no good?" She shook her head once more, that grin back on her face. Narcissa would rather torch someone the Alphas didn’t want.
It was honestly a shock to Daylia as well that Narcissa didn’t have something to say about the Alphas. Most of the time the blond leader would threaten the Alphas, or the Alpha leader in a public spectacle. Daylia felt bad for Bella, from what the read head had seen, the dark haired leader didn’t deserve it most of the time. There was no way she would be able to control her whole team all the time.
Daylia couldn’t help but raise her brow again. "Mortals? Last time I checked we were still mortal too." Though of course soon enough prom was brought up once again, but this time it was something Daylia hadn’t expected. She nodded as he began, knowing that most guys were out there scrambling for a date, though with the code name ‘Play Boy’ Daylia had doubted that Dimitri really had and problems there, though his question to her was slightly shocking.
Once the initial shock wore off, Daylia couldn’t help but laugh, snorting as she did so. Though after a moment, she realized just how badly a reaction like that could be taken. How horrible would a rejection like that feel? "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that in a bad way." She said as she held up her hand that held the spoon, palms towards him. "It’s just my plans for that night were to sit on my a** and watch movies. Never thought about what I would do if someone actually asked me to prom."
Daylia paused for a moment, considering the question, debating on the answer she would give him. On one hand, it could be fun, but on the other he might have something else planned for the two of them. Though she was a strong girl, and knew she would be able to take care of herself. "Sure, I’ll go with you. It could be fun." She paused the again, this time hanging her head. "Crap, that means I need a dress." Dresses were not something Daylia was fond of. The last time she wore one, it was to her family’s joint funeral. Her eyes went to her com again, wondering if Narcissa would even be up for the challenge of helping Daylia.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 5:38 pm
Dimitri laughed at the thuggish plan Daylia thought Senator Kelly would pull of. It sounded like he was in another grand theft auto game where he was a pedestrian and Senator Kelly was Tommy Vercetti. On a somewhat serious note, Dimitri felt that if Senator Kelly was able to have the balls necessary to pull of such a dangerous task he would probably end up pissed off. One reason would be that Senator Kelly managed to get into Dimitri's room without nobody stopping him. Number Two would be that Dimitri would eat his words after talking trash on him and after the attempt would be a failure. Another would be that more than likely it would happen during an intimate session with another woman. In the end if Kelly wanted to try his luck Dimitri would place bets. As for the Dorian character he was unable to get that much useful information from Daylia since they didn't seem to talk that long. Either they had someplace to be or maybe he was one of those people that preferred to be alone most of the time. All Dimitri found out about the dude was that he loved machines and that he ended up being related to the terrakinetic. "Oh really?" he curiosly asked. He wondered if perhaps they had another geokinetic on their team but the chances of that were small. Dorian may have posessed another talent that was related to the earth or something else altogether.
Eventually Dimitri would run into Dorian and when they do perhaps they would kick it off with each other. If so that would be another male friend Dimtri would have made. Plus it would be interesting to hear the stories he may have had on Tara; truely find out if she was the average chick or if her and Dimitri had a lot in common when it came to the opposite sex and social life. After all some girls had potential to be just as freaky; all that was necessary sometimes was the temporarily perfect guy and a few tweaked levels of alcohol.
Dimitri's heartrate would have been going up right about now; not about Tara but asking Daylia to the prom. Fortunately that fear was gone due to his status; he could imagine and relate to the other guys around here that may have had a drop or two of nervousness. And luckily he took rejection pretty well and expected rejection most of the time. But still somewhere past the magma, molten rock and inhuman internal temperature it still stung pretty good. So when he heard the cue that Daylia wasn't interested in going out when she laughed at his request he chuckled as well, something a few guys around here may wanted to take notes on. "Okay just checking." he said with a smile, preparing to go back on the prowl and ask someone else.
That was until Daylia explained the reason why she was laughing. It turned out that she wasn't a b***h with a heart colder than bobby drake and Victor Fries. She just didn't plan on going to prom or having a date at all. The Chameleon was pretty cute and a redhead at that,so that seemed unlikely to Dimitri. But if that was going to be her night he couldn't hate. Chilling back at the pad watching some movies was never a bad idea. Dimitri was going to tell her that if she didn't want to go it was alright and a pity date was unnecessary. Though she seemed interested in going with him after all. "Alright sweet. And it'll be fun." he said in an excited tone. And from there everything seemed set. Dimitri had a date for the prom and there seemed to be an opening for them to hang out afterwards in addition to before. The only slight problem was that Daylia wasn't a fan of dresses it seemed, which was okay in Dimitri's eyes, speaking to her in a calm and cool tone. " You don't have to wear a dress if you don't want to. Just go in what makes you feel comfortable. If you wanna go in sweatpants, i'll be right there with you haha who cares what they think?"
"And if prom is weak we can always do something else like go out to eat, or go to your plan b and watch some movies in the living room or something."
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 6:51 pm
Aʆєxaηdra Ӎaʀiʆèηє AgηèȿCodename: Flairer My hearts longs for the ability to eat! ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ She smiled slightly at Lillian due to her words. The way she spoke almost seemed more funny than confusing. It reminded her of a scientist that had forgotten they didn’t need to speak science talk. Thus, amusement entered her expression as she nodded. “It is alright. You cannot always help how you speak sometimes.” Then again, she wasn’t sure she should be saying such things. After all, Alex rarely ever slipped from her polite form of speech. The form that made her not use any contractions commonly used in normal every day speech. Also, the form of speech that made her address anyone higher up than her in a polite manner, even if the two might know each other well. It was just a habit that Alex didn’t care to break anytime soon. “Besides, it allows people to know you are smart, or at least one they know will not always think with their emotions.” At least, that was what the analytical speech had revealed to her. But, she also knew that a person wasn’t always one way all the time. If they were, acting wouldn’t be as amusing as it was to her.
Then, her mouth moved to ask Lillian about food. She had done it with the intention of getting to know her roommate. However, she wondered if she could have gone about it better. Though, when Lillian seemed to accept the offer, she felt a bit of relief run through her veins. Before Alex could speak though, Lillian mentioned how she didn’t have to be timid. Her eyes blinked as she found herself giggling a little at Lillian’s “intimidating presence”. “No no! It is nothing like that! I have been raised to always be polite and respectful.” She smiled at her before her hands brushed her navy sundress to get out any wrinkles that might be there. “It can make me seem timid….Since well…I do not want to accidently offend someone, and some do not always like over politeness.” It was true some didn’t understand why she was so overly considerate and polite. Some people were just more of the casual sort that got more annoyed at such politeness. Luckily, those people had been few and far between. “So, it is not your “intimidating presence” making me timid. Do not worry yourself over it.”
Alex had assumed that she wouldn’t have mentioned an intimidating presence if she didn’t think she had one. Also, the sensory adaptor assumed that Lillian was possibly bothered by the idea of giving off such an aura. Thus, she could only hope that she had eased her worry. But for now, the conversation had gone back to food. For a moment, Alex thought her stomach might growl again. Luckily though, it didn’t, causing her hands to relax at her side. “Sounds like a good idea.” Thus, she followed after Lillian through the door closest to them. Once inside, Alex’s mind found itself focusing on other things. While it was nice to be off thoughts of food, she wasn’t sure the new topic was any better.
She knew that prom was somehow a big deal. Her ears could still hear people talking about it, even with her hearing not enhanced at the moment. Her blue green orbs could see the posters hanging on the walls, advertising it for the whole world to see. Admittedly, as prom kept assaulting her mind, she wasn’t sure she wanted to go. It was true she had a dress that she assumed could be considered a prom dress. However, that was post to be used for special occasions. And in her mind, Alex wasn’t sure prom would be a special occasion in her mind. She thought such events were galas, balls, that sort of thing. From what she had heard of prom…it didn’t sound anything like that. They did dress nicely for it. But, if it was just to get dates and possibly get their experience at “les plaisirs de l'~”, she didn’t see the use in it. Besides…I am not even sure I want such a thing, let alone who I am into gender wise. The sensory adaptor knew she found females attractive…but did that mean she wanted to date them? The question always puzzled her as her blue greens blinked, noticing they were entering the cafeteria. I hope Lillian did not say anything….
Her eyes moved across the cafeteria, noticing people around the room. Some were people she recognized, like Narcissa and Aren. Others she did not recognize, such as the man(Roland) nearby Aren and Narcissa. However, it was no surprise there were still people she would not recall meeting. After all, this place did house more mutants than she could count on her ten fingers and ten toes. That’s for sure. I wonder how anyone can deal with so many people in one place…She did not linger on that long as she heard Lillian speaking to her. The sensory adaptor nodded, only briefly standing there before moving towards where the food was in this place. Thus, Alex was able to notice Lillian had been heading in the direction of Narcissa’s table. However, what her roommate did over there was completely unknown to her. Then again, she knew she would have only appeared noisy if she stayed long to figure out what business Lillian had with Narcissa. I can just ask her once I get the food. But what should I have…
Her finger tapped her chin as her eyes darted across the food before her. She always felt a bit surprised at how much food there was in one place! It was true she was used to not having to want food wise back home. But, was the Academy that rich that they could offer so much food every day and not go bankrupt? She could only assume so. However, while the wide variety made her choices more varied, it made it even harder for her to choose. Strangely, Alex wasn’t entirely picky on food. If it hadn’t been for taking up cooking, she was sure she would have been picky. However, that left her standing in front of the food, trying to decide what to eat. I am not much of a fan of greasy pizza. That means that is out. But, what does that leave me? Hmmm. Blue greens kept on moving, observing over each of the many food choices before her. Eventually, the sensory adaptor finally settled on a healthy meal. A salad with lettuce, tomato, chicken, parmesan cheese, and croutons. However, just in case, she grabbed herself some double chocolate chip cookies along with some water. After all, Alex did sometimes have a bit of a sweet tooth.
Once everything was gathered up, she walked out of the food area. But, something was off. She knew Lillian had gone over to Narcissa’s table. Thus, she found it slightly odd she wasn’t over there. As her eyes continued to look around, recognizing the red haired girl from the mall(Daylia), she could not see any sign of her roommate. Huh. Guess she had to go do something. While Alex had wished her roommate had given her a little bit of a heads up, she wouldn’t hold it against her. Business does come before pleasure for a reason. Thus, she now focused on trying to find a place to sit. As she debated this, Alex could see someone had joined the red haired girl(Daylia). Her eyes blinked as she felt she recognized him from somewhere. I think he is on my team…right? What was his name again? I think something starting with a…D? Since Alex didn’t pay attention to gossip much, her mind didn’t instantly recognize this man as the Play boy, Dimitri. Thus, she felt puzzled as she debated whether she should join them or not. No. I would not want to impose my company on them.
With this, Alex decided to choose a random table. One nearby the red haired girl(Daylia) and the unknown man(Dimitri), but not close to Narcissa’s table. Because there was no need to get possibly chewed out by Narcissa due to being an Alpha that had decided to get too close to her. That would definitely ruin her meal. Thus, she gripped her fork and started to dig into the salad, enjoying just being able to share company with others, even if it was indirect. ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ "We will drink our fill of Alpha
Then, of golden sunshine that spills into The grounds outside the maze, then the Cafeteria
Till our brains intertwine with My roommate, Lillian, then no one techinally"
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 8:39 pm
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Bianca gave a small almost involuntary smile to Aurelie finding it nice to hear how thankful the girl was for something she had done. It was something Bianca wasn't real familiar with considering she didn't usually do anything that required thanking. "Your welcome and much too kind, but for the record thanks. It's nice to hear when you make a difference. No matter how small or large it may have been." The smile that found it's way hadn't quite lasted through her whole reply, but the gesture had surely been noticed. "Besides it was the least we could do after what you bravely did." Aurelie had certainly done something greater in Bianca's mind even if she did find herself questioning the good stopping the bomb from going off did.
"I would have visited you in the infirmary to talk to you, but I figured you needed your rest. Besides I don't think the staff there liked when I went to the infirmary and asked how everyone was doing. So I didn't want to bother them anymore by staying..." Even though Bianca had wanted desperately to at the very least see and talk to Bella and Aurelie. She had considered the staff was just worried and therefore didn't mean to sound so short with her however Bianca didn't want to chance it. "I suppose they were probably just worried. Sorry you probably had plenty of company anyway." Aurelie had probably needed the time she wasn't spending with visitors resting.
Aurelie agreed with her about the bomb and Bianca felt bad for bringing it up as the blond looked down at the keys in a guilty manner. As the blond continued Bianca nodded in agreement suddenly feeling the need to try and cheer the blond up for even bringing the whole thing up. "I guess we should find solace knowing that we saved the lives of our teammates. Still the people we didn't manage to save is a tragic loss." After she finished Bianca sighed both because of the topic and the fact that while she had started well enough to trying to cheer up the telekinetic she probably finished by failing terribly. Clearly it was a sign that Bianca was probably just a tad depressed. Aurelie mentioned it being alright and Bianca sighed again. "No it's not alright. You were obviously distracted and I had to come along and remind you of it."
Green eyes traveled to the floor and stared afterwards as she listened to Aurelie start and then abruptly stop obviously not being able to finish the thought. "I know..." Staring at the floor in silence the umbrakinetic found herself looking up in slight confusion as Aurelie mentioned what Bella must think of her. Bianca certainly didn't claim to be an expert on the sound manipulator considering she was still fairly new herself, but she did know that the raven haired woman didn't think badly of Aurelie. "No you mustn't think that way. I am still fairly new to the Alphas myself however Bella is probably the one teammate I have talked to more than the others. I know she doesn't think badly of you or me or any of us for what happened. I mean if she thought bad of you for your part imagine what she would think of me for finding it. And I really don't want to think she thinks I did something wrong. She is surely proud of us for what we tried to accomplish. So please don't think that way. It would probably make her sad."
Bianca paused with a sigh as she thought up how best to continue or if she should stop there. "Besides if anything she was probably worried about you because of the damage you received holding in the blast." It was nice to see a small smile find it's way to Aurelie's face as Bianca mentioned her first experience with frogs. A minuscule smile finding it's way to her own face as she nodded softly to the blonde's response. "Yeah thankfully it didn't jump on me or anything like that so I was saved from a potentially traumatizing experience." The smile was Bianca's way of trying to help Aurelie forget about the conversation that had just taken place and like the other smile was gone almost as quickly as it appeared. A smile was quickly becoming a rare thing for her. That was something she didn't like either.
The subject that the conversation turned to was much lighter, and while personally it didn't make Bianca feel much better, it helped to lighten Aurelie's expression. The only reason it didn't do much to help the umbrakinetic feel better is it made her question whether Dominik really did like her as a friend or not. Plus she had to admit it made her a little jealous that Dom had thought enough of Aurelie to bring Aren to meet her when he had not done so for Bianca. Still Bianca didn't blame Aurelie for it. The telekinetic told her that she should meet Aren and Bianca listened as she explained about him. Bianca had certainly heard rumors about him and how much he flirted so she figured Aurelie was right with her last statement.
"I have heard about his tendency to flirt with any pretty thing that moves. I can't say that would particularly be a bad thing, but I can see where it can make conversation hard with him." Having someone flirt with her might actually be nice and would be a pleasant change of pace. Either way Bianca was actually at least partially looking forward to meeting the Native American. As the subject turned to prom Bianca was not surprised to see that, as soon as Roland left and Bianca admitted she probably wouldn't go, Aurelie took it upon herself to suggest the umbrakinetic go. "I don't know I wouldn't be much company. Besides I don't know for sure I have a dress for the occasion. And like you I now fear going to the mall at least a little. I don't know about there being plenty of guys willing to ask me..." Trailing off Bianca nodded to the blond as she mentioned being glad to search through Bianca's wardrobe if asked to go.
"You are more than welcome to do so. I am willing to share after all." That was always the friendly thing to do after all. When she was back in Miami before she found out she was a mutant she remembered that she used to share back and forth with all her friends. With her sisters there was a little sharing between her middle sister, but thankfully her youngest was too small for anything to fit. Aurelie giggled as Roland asked a red head to the prom and Bianca found herself yet again giving a small smile in response. The smile didn't last long as Aurelie mentioned getting Bianca a hot date. Had she been drinking anything at the time it probably would have been spit out in shock.
"No really I am fine Aurelie." Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink as Aurelie then started to list off some of the guys she thought worthy enough to go with Bianca to prom. She felt genuinely honored that Aurelie was trying to find her a date. Even if Bianca didn't want to go for fear of being a bad date. Aurelie continuing to mention boys the umbrakinetic had never heard of did nothing for the tinge of pink in Bianca's cheeks. She continued to insist that she was fine and would be a bad date, but Aurelie seemed determined. As they continued the lighthearted conversation another female that had a glow to her skin approached them. Bianca falling silent as the woman introduced herself as Lillian and saying she was a new transfer to the Alphas from the Omegas. What had she done to be transferred?
Bianca returned Lillian's wave shaking her head no as the girl asked if she was interrupting anything important. "Hi Lillian I am Bianca it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. You weren't interrupting anything important at all just two girls entertaining unlikely talk of prom." Giving Aurelie and small smile Bianca returned her attention to the copycat ready to hear what she had to say. Seeing the glowing skin Bianca couldn't help, but let curiosity get the best of her. "Wh-What can you do?" Clearly Bianca's hesitation was because she wasn't sure how rude the request was. Not that Bianca thought Lillian would lash out. It was always better to be safe though rather than be sorry.
Another voice was heard and Bianca turned to see the red haired man that it had come from and hearing his introduction felt the need to do the same. "Bianca or Opaque in the field it's a pleasure to meet you Rob. Please feel free to jump into the conversation as you see fit." It was nice to have a guy with them as Bianca hoped it would stop all talk of prom for the moment. Surely having a guy in their midst would mean all the girly talk would cease right? Then Lillian seemed to have drawn the green haired girl to them as she approached Lillian and with a tap on the should asked the very question Bianca had asked. The green haired girl seemed focused on Lillian so for the moment Bianca remained quiet about who she was and waited for someone else to say something.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 11:11 pm
Omega, Location: Cafeteria/Following Boss
Naked? Only if I must. Roland eyed the exchange between Aren and Narcissa, letting his eyes and ears take in the two of them. Their words, their body language, hell if he could recognize it, he likely picked up changes in their pheromone patterns. He believed that the phrase was “sexual tension”, that could describe this particular moment. And frankly, if one could cut through it, a diamond could possibly be considered the hardness of such a cut. He figured this had been going on between his roommate and his team leader for quite some time. The likely reasoning Narcissa hasn’t burned him to a crisp was because either a) his fellow status as an Omega, b) she enjoyed it just as much as he did, or c) perhaps a bit of both. Roland was going with the idea behind C, and adding in that Boss was likely not willing to act on anything that the two of them had between the two of them. Roland was, surprisingly pretty insightful, at least he’d like to say he was. For reasons pertaining of not being burned to a crisp, he decided not to say anything about his musings of this. Frankly, it wasn’t his place to begin with. However, if Aren seemed to be shifty about having someone over for the night, Roland will have no problem telling him not to worry about her being there. Despite the resemblance, this past month had been fruitful. Jean, he meant Dr. Grey, had been very helpful in managing his problems in that department. She knew fully of the situation, she politely and sternly worked him through it so he wouldn’t do anything rash or stupid. And over time, he had begun to accept that the golden earth bound star was not in fact the beautiful angel that once found a perfect spot against his collar bone. Though, sometimes, and only some times, when he saw her from an angle he could see the angel he once held. It was brief, but it was there. When she mentioned her making him look like the object of every woman’s affection, a’ la Gone with the Wind, he had to reply with a quick, “While that sounds great, but frankly my dear I don’t give a damn.” He hadn’t really watched that film, a great one at that if he was aware of it. Though the idea of being in a good suit, he’d be more than happy to oblige the obvious truth that dwelled in his head. To look good, to be presentable in front of the other students around him, that would be nice. Like putting a bow on a wild animal. His recent change in attitude appeared to prove itself useful, as Narcissa appeared to not try and completely rip him apart with her British vocabulary. She seemed to understand his admittance that he was going to do his best to show Kerrigan a good time. His desire to show the red head a good evening was on the top of his list. He let his golden eyes wander down the blonde’s figure as she talked about her not desiring to be an Aunt. “That makes the implication of her wanting to reach la petit morte with me.”, all humor aside, he wasn’t planning on something like that. This woman was one to be respected and treated with good accord. And to think that she would give someone like Narcissa the idea that he had such a desire. A coat and a clutch fell into his lap, as she walked past him. He watched the gold liquid that was her hair fall back across her head, the woman stating that he would be getting naked. The likely ending to that sentence was that he was going to be measured, but she omitted that. However, he felt the need to play along, “Well, I hope to not be the only one getting naked here. Granted, it would be a very interesting way to prepare for prom.” he let out a small smile, his eyes provided a warm glow as he pondered just what her body could look like without that small dress she was wearing. Perhaps it could be found out later… La petite morte: The little death
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 6:26 pm
 Like a scar. Like a blade. Slide on me. Kill my pain. ȻΩѶɆȾ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☥ Ωrchid Ⱥutumn
Ωmegas
Location: Lounge
Thoughts: The mall… good riddance ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☥ Orchid offered Jacen a smiling shrug as he suggested her cartoon being political satire. In truth, it was nothing of the sort; she simply felt like drawing what she thought should have happened. Frankly, the X-Men should not have intervened at the courthouse, and Senator Robert Kelly should have died that day. Were it not for the X-Men, she likely would have done the deed herself. Such a fool was not worth the breath he inhaled, and this recent legislation was proof of that fact. Mutants would suffer because of his ignorance, and in all likelihood because of the X-Men’s actions as well. Though there was also the high chance he would have been made a martyr and mutants would suffer as well. Either way, his death would have been worth it. ”Something like that,” she added with a smirk and a light laugh. She showed him the drawing, which he complimented. ”Gracias,” she said in her typical Cuban accent, complete with the debuccalization in the S. ”I thought it looked pretty good too, though I’m usually my own worst critic.”She laughed at Kerri’s words asking if her drawing of the young redhead would be a humorous little caricature, the coincidence that she’d just finished one such drawing not lost on the Latina. ”Well, I typically save those for people I don’t like, so…” She paused for humorous effect for a few seconds, then continued, ”We’ll see how it turns out.” She gave the fellow Omega a wink and continued her drawing, the outline of the drawing coming together quite nicely. Most of the line was done; for an artist as skilled as herself that was the easy part. Right now she was working on the details, the tiny little distinct features that made the girl’s appearance unique. Next she would work on the shading. ”Yeah. I kinda love my power,” she said in response to Farren’s compliment. It was the simple truth, her power was what most girls would consider a godsend. So many girls did so much to their just to get it looking a certain way. There were women around the world who spent thousands a month in salon costs, products, and maintenance. She did not have to spend a single dime to get her hair to look any way she wanted. Whether she wanted to be bald or have her hair past her knees and the colors of the Union Jack, she needed to make no effort but think about it. Then there was the added benefit it gave her of potentially becoming dozens of extra limbs. Most women would be envious. ”Wouldn’t trade it for the world,” she added with a wink. Luckily, Roland did not fight her on her request to speak in front of her. She absolutely hated pauses in her work. Momentum was a big thing for an artist like herself, and unfinished drawings made her skin crawl. He conceded to her request and followed up with asking her about her condition. Her ribs were much better, though occasionally there were some aches, likely due to the fact that corsetry was pretty much a staple in all her outfits; in the last few weeks she’d been forced to give up that particular clothing choice, much to her chagrin, not that she didn’t still look good. She shrugged. ”Better now. Elixir still calls me in for check-ups, but I’m pretty sure he just wants to see me topless, not that I blame him.”She kept to herself as the other two spoke, paying more attention to her drawing and only half listening to their conversation. Admittedly, she had to suppress a laugh as he Roland asked Kerri to be her prom date, though she was more shocked that the redhead said yes than anything else. She was friends with the girl, but she really had to question her choice in men, even if the date was as friends as they said. Still, it would not have been the first time a woman made a terrible choice. As the man took his leave she loudly chuckled. ”My condolences,” she said with her usual smirk. ”I guess it’s better than going alone, though. Kinda hard to find a date when you’re on my particular team,” she added with a shrug, not that she really cared much about going in the first place. ”And no, I don’t mean Omegas.”She shrugged once again when Farren asked about what there was to do around here for fun now that the mall was off-limits. She then went on to speak about her previous experience in the academy, and how they’d done nothing like that. ”Personally, all my haunts are nocturnal anyway, so I’m not all that choked up about the mall being gone.” She occasionally took her eyes off her sketchpad to look in the green girl’s direction. ”Besides, that just means one less Hot Topic I need to burn down,” she added with a light chuckle. She took a momentary glance at one of the new faces in the lounge(Lillian), and again when a redheaded boy stepped in(Rob), then went back to her drawing. She heard her comm go off. It was Narcissa, asking those Omegas that did not have any formal wear for prom to see her in her dorm. ”Eh. I usually make my own,” she said to no one in particular. It was among her talents, designing and making clothes. In fact, most of her clothes were DIY. Besides, she already had an outfit in particular in mind, even if it was a little on the eccentric side. ”So what are you guys wearing to this thing, if you don't mind my asking?” She was almost done with the drawing, all that was needed was a bit of detailing and shading. ((OOC: Admittedly a bit rushed. Sorry if I missed anything. x.x)) ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☥ Her unforgiving touchxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Is like a blade writhing in a flower,xxxx
Undressing my meaning.xxxxxxxxxxxx
I'm discovering the taste of lovexxxxxx
Because she is my girlfriend, Insanity.x
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iPixie Bunni Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 8:53 pm
   The dulcet tone that Bianca carried, along with the way her face lit up with Aurelie's gratitude made it easy to decide that if the rest of the team was like her, she might not feel so out of place on the Alphas. Today, what with it being her second day out and about since being transferred, still made her feel like she was on a completely new team – but considering that she'd been in the infirmary for the vast majority of it, the feeling didn't lack in logic. “Well, it was big to me.” The telekinetic assured her, the smile she gave one that reached those sapphires set behind curtains of eyelashes.
With a dismissive wave of her hand, the blond shrugged off the compliment of her own services. She'd heard it many times over – had been flooded with people who told her that how she'd handled the situation had been gallant, courageous. Neither of which were true.... she'd been truly afraid when that bomb exploded within her telekinetic grasp, had been terrified when it felt like shards of glass had just infiltrated her brain. And fear was neither unflinching or brave; it was something that beget-ed few fond memories, fewer still heroic stories. “Not much thought went behind that... trust me.” She stated honestly. It'd been a plan she'd made on the fly to protect her team, and the shoppers in the mall. A fat lot of good it did them; her efforts hadn't saved that many overall.
It was sweet – the reasoning Bianca gave for not visiting her, and Aurelie made it a point to express that.“I thank you then for my privacy, though I think I'll always welcome someone so kind to see me at my bedside, should I ever land there again. Though, let's hope there isn't a need for it ever again.” She didn't want to make a habit of staring up at the ceiling, calculating the small pores in each tile out of boredom. “When I first awakened, there were a lot of people that would stop by – mostly professors coming to check on me... even one who was nice enough to bring me my assignments from the University.” Not that she'd been allowed to actually exert any attention towards the stack of books for the first few days... she'd been too weak from the converging medications to concentrate fully on the text. “You might have been overwhelmed if you'd stopped by... I certainly was.” She said, hoping to release the woman from some of her guilt. And by the second round of visitors, she'd grown very tired of hearing about how utterly brave she was, how proud of her they were...
Dom had been the saving grace in that, stopping by after everyone else had gone – no doubt after the regular hours of visitation. He merely touched on the situation, and gave light for a new conversation, that had much more to do with their shared miseries of being stuck in a hospital bed. He'd brought her posters for the walls, had even wheeled a television in her room so that they could watch movies when neither felt like talking.
“The staff there... especially my nurse, I think had to be a prudish nun in a past life...” She'd not really approved of Dom's frequents to the girl's room. But he'd been just as much a part of her recovery, as the medications and the sessions with Jean had been. And the Slovene's company was far more enjoyable than the latter, who tended to very bitter any time Scott would come by to check on the progress. He had to know what that did to her... But, Aurelie let it slide, never saying anything about the former couple to either party. It was best sometimes, to let the dead horse sit, and not try and mount it again. “And I was very tired a lot of the time when everyone did decide to bombard me.”
Though, she'd used that as a cop out a few times, just to get people to stop praising her for something she didn't feel deserved it. And it worked like a charm, every time. No, it wasn't hospitable... but if she had to hear about that “Act of Bravery” from a stranger one more time, she might have started throwing things at people with her telekinesis. Being a mutant, did have its perks.
She gave a small nod when Bianca mentioned what Bella might have thought about the entire situation and listened when the girl chided her for the negativity. It was unlike Aurelie normally, to let pessimism be the root of her mood... but the experience had left her weary, and questioning everything.
“You're right...” Aurelie said, not wanting to cause Bianca any more pain on the subject. “Today is supposed to be a happy day.” It'd be futile to argue with her anyway. “My first day out of the ward...” Her hand went up to her ear, where she made circular motions with her index finger, as though the place was for nutjobs instead of just the sick. Though she made no more remarks on the matter, considering it closed for discussion, she had to wonder why, out of all the people who had visited her, she couldn't remember seeing her team leader once. What did Bella think of her? Was she ashamed? Or had she visited when Aurelie was unconscious, the way Leo had?
Though, Bella had sustained injuries too.. maybe she'd been too busy recovering herself to stop by. She was alright though now, right?
Much of her contemplation caused her to have a staunch desire to let her forehead fall to the piano keys in front of her in exasperation. Maybe, she was just over-thinking things. But with little else to occupy her mind when people had to stop coming by due to the late hour, what else had she to do? You could only run rough statistics on the designs in her room so many times before she knew the answers without asking the questions.
“I shouldn't be so focused on how things should have gone...” Or the fact that had she been a little bit more tolerant of the musical and offer for Danger Room simulations, the mall incident might not have happened. So many people on her team had been injured because of it... so many people had died in the result of the Mutant vs Human skirmish.
The subject dropped from both of the girls' guilt and onto the subject of Toad, and how utterly creepy they both still found him. She wrinkled her nose in distaste when the umbrakinetic said that she was thankful the ones she was supposed to dissect in science hadn't landed on her, already imagining such a scene. “I think, even with my former neutrality with frogs, I may have freaked out a little if one landed on me when it was supposed to be dead.” She smiled then, a small laugh escaping parted lips as she relaxed with the conversation. “I never did like dissecting them either... I always felt so bad...” And given her major, she had plenty more “operations” to go.
And just as soon as the liberation of the frogs conversation was over, they found themselves, like most girls at school did, speaking about boys on the teams – Dominik Edipova in particular. While he was quiet, he garnered a lot of attention from girls about the school, and Aurelie would be eternally grateful for the entertainment while she was getting better. And they spoke about the Slovene's best friend, Aren who had no more trouble with the female population than “Oh, he makes conversation easy... trust me. He's full of jokes... though most of them are on the risque side of things.” And he made time go by very quickly, which had been important to her when she had nothing else to do but sit and wait to be better. To have a clear bill of health.
Like most people in the academy, there was much to be said about the upcoming weekend – the monumental right of passage, prom. Aurelie suggested that Bianca go, that she'd definitely have fun, but the girl searched for an excuse. “Oh, I'll help you pick something out of your closet... or we can see if Bella has anything worthwhile... surely she'd be willing to let you borrow something if you didn't have a dress.” After all, hadn't she mentioned that she spoke to Bella pretty frequently? “You don't have to have a date to go to the dance, go with some friends... though I'm sure someone very lucky will want you on their arm for the night.” Max certainly liked dark haired women, if her fellow Alpha didn't have anyone else in mind. That Leion guy on the Omegas might not have had a date yet, and she'd not heard anything bad about him... if she caught him around she'd definitely ask on Bianca's behalf.. After she introduced herself, of course... otherwise he might have thought her a bit batty. Or Varis.., and he had a good singing voice from what she remembered.
Her brows furrowed in frustration, just slightly as she found herself frustrated with the fact that she knew hardly anyone between the sister teams. “Well, I thank you for that. Because all of my dresses are short... and not exactly prom material.” Because no one wore a short dress to such a formal event... No, girls spent hours upon hours getting updos, or their hair curled, makeup put on, and nails done. It was an excuse to wear those floor length gowns that they could only pull off if they had a pair of heels on... and most women wouldn't miss that opportunity. Not when they were so few and far between.
The flush in Bianca's cheeks only caused Aurelie's determination to steel; the girl certainly deserved to go. “Tell you what, if you don't find a date, and I don't find a date.... we'll crash it towards the end together.” She vowed, knowing then she wouldn't be expected to dance. Granted, she already had plans to “not go” with Dom... he'd asked her prior from her getting released from the hospital wing... but she would at least drop in with her friend... and just drag the Omega man along if need be. Surely he wouldn't mind boasting later that he'd snagged two dates for the price of one.
The conversation continued as Lillian made her way up to them, and Aurelie greeted her with a warm smile that touched her eyes. “It's nice to meet you.” She murmured, letting Bianca invite her to the conversation without interruption. “I hope you'll like it on the Alphas...” The telekinetic answered honestly, curiosity prodding her at just why the woman had been transferred. The umbrakinetic inquired as to what Lillian's power was, and Aurelie straightened on the piano bench, listening for her response.
Rob too came to join their party – and he was one of the faces she recognized from before the incident, but had seen him on occasion running files back and forth for the staff in the infirmary. He had normally looked so busy... she'd been envious of it while she'd been strapped to a bed. He didn't say little else but his name and his alias for the field, but she was appreciative that he had decided to keep company with them all the same. “Nice to see you outside of the hospital wing.” Aurelie greeted, humor lighting her expression as she tossed the curtain of blond hair over her shoulder – wheels already turning in her head. “So Rob... do you have a date to prom yet?” Cerulean eyes sidled over to Bianca then, a devious smile touching her lips. “I know a certain someone who needs a date.”
And with the two added to their little circle, another person stepped up to greet them, though the green girl was mostly fixated on Lillian's current copied power. She introduced herself as Farren, and Aurelie's face creased just long enough to commit the exchange to her memory, finding the floramancer to be one of a kind.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 10:43 pm
 -----------------¦Team: Omega-----------------¦Location: Dorm Room -----------------¦Thoughts: What am I getting myself into..? ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀  ---------------------¦ An exasperated sigh, though more on the end of playful, would strangle from Quinn at Aria's deduction about them having bad a** bodies. Okay -- yes -- it was true. The two of them evidently worked very hard to be as healthy as they were, but it's not like she was one to gallavant around a room to show it off. The more skin she bared, the more likely it was that something irrevocably bad would happen. If she were to accidentally graze someone on the dance floor, they ought to be prepared to say goodbye to that tux or goodbye to that limb she just effectively singed off. It was all fun and games until she wasn't paying attention to controling her mutation. The childish cycle of thoughts would rear about in her mind, but Quinn would put a stop to them before they'd go any further. Negativity wasn't getting her anywhere, and it certainly never made her feel any better. Perhaps it was time to change up her tactics a bit? There was nothing wrong with being a little more.. bold.. right? At least, in the sense that she'd stop giving a damn about hurting someone so easily. The more she thought about keeping her distance from people, the more she obviously did so, but it also left a lot of room to just guess at what would happen if she touched someone. Guessing was all she did, there was never any finding out. Aria had made contact with her plenty of times, as a matter of fact. The girl was fearless, but she was also more confident in Quinn's abilities than Quinn herself was. She trusted that she wouldn't get hurt whenever she happened to touch her friend, and in fact, she never had. Never once had the brunette done anything to cause the redhead physical harm with her acid. That should encourage her, right?
Aria was truly a spectacle. Quinn's hand would clamp over her own mouth in surprise as she slyly mentioned beating up one of her own teachers. Disbelief would creep into her grey eyes, slowly changing into bemusement as she explained the story. Oh, those silly humans. They even picked on their own kind. Mutanats weren't so clean in that regard either, Magneto and Mystique were evidence enough, but it just went to show that humans still lacked the superiority they thought they had. It was just too much to ask for equality between everyone - humans, mutants and homosexuals alike. There would always be a group of people who weren't accepted in society, but there was also always that one person who fought for it. Quinn was so proud of her best friend! Aria just wouldn't be Aria if she stopped beating people up for being jerkoffs, "No, no!" she spoke through her chuckle, "The world needs a you to set them straight."
Quinn would take a happy bite of her cookie then, finishing it off with a brush of her hands. While she was chewing, the redhead's next proposition would cause her to nearly gag, "Seriously--?!" She coughed, placing a hand on her chest as she looked at the girl in bewliderment. The two of them were just prodding at the lameness of prom and now they were actually going to attend?! And, what was worse was that she apparently would get a date, "Mister hot southern boy?" Quinn repeated, her mind instantly recalling Christian, the fellow male Omega they'd met earlier this morning. She'd stare at Aria in disbelief once again, assuring herself that she was not serious in the slightest. But, as the playful grin turned mischevious, Quinn knew there was no way the redhead was backing down. If Aria said they were going to the prom, they were going to the prom. It was a done deal.
"But.. He's not going to go with someone he hardly knows. Besides.. what if he isn't even going at all?" Quinn tilted her head to the side, eyebrows raising with the question. She really had to stop herself from speaking. Literally, she just made it sound as if she was going along with the idea of asking the man she'd just met. Couldn't they just go stag?
Before she could spew anymore logical or illogical excuses, the muffled sound of her communit recieving a message caught her attention. Surprised at this, and slightly excited to be using it for the first time, the Calfornia native dug into the bag at her ankles and pulled the device out just in time to hear a female voice, one with a british accent, address any and all Omegas. And - fancy this - she was talking about formal wear for prom. Quinn's grey eyes would widen slightly before shifting up to Aria who had surely heard the announcement as well. If they really decided that they were going to Prom today, then that also meant they'd be meeting their Omega team leader very, very soon. ¦ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 3:07 am
I am temperamental
And I have imperfections
And I am emotional
I am unpredictable, I am naked
I am vulnerable, I am a woman Code Name: Siren
Team: Alpha
Location: Academy - By the Lake
Ability: Sound Manipulation
Singing: Nothing Give me something to sing about... █║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║   Isabella had been quieter than most would be used to…Softer—Different. Some may think that it was due to Gideon’s departure from the Alpha’s… But there were deeper, far more unsettling reasons for her abrupt personality one-eighty. She was starting to lose what every X-Men member needed to keep fighting the good fight… Faith. She gave everything she had to her team, to her friends… Words of comfort and concern—Hope and optimism…
She kept none for herself.
Her fingertips smoothed down the front of her forest green dress—The bangles on her wrist chiming as they softly brushed up against one another. It was a wonder others didn’t hear her coming more often…She usually wore some kind of jewelry that made sound, or little gypsy bells anklets. It was one of the few perks to being a sound sensitive mutant, she supposed.
“Did it really?”, she questioned Christian lightly, her knowing expression unchanging as her heart shaped face tilted to the side. Her emerald eyes shifted in the light…Filled with an eerie sense of perception. Once again, something that she reserved for others… She didn’t always have the same insights to herself. “All that time alone…With little but thoughts, worries, and nightmares to follow you…”
“Time off should be free of those things.”
Isabella had no idea that she was hitting the nail on the head when she mentioned nightmares—But was truly speaking from past experience. Anything that had left her beaten enough that she’d been stuck in the infirmary for days…Had left her unsettled. Filled with dreams that haunted her in waking hours… Just like the memory of Mystique haunted her now. Shadowed her every thought with intense paranoia… Clearly, she hadn’t forgotten that she’d been held at gun point with a veritable hand cannon…Nor had she forgotten the feeling of it ripping through her.
A soft, musical chuckle escaped her when he mentioned being able to handle being chewed out by the Red Queen. Maybe he was one of the few who could handle it… Who knew, really. Pretending to glance at her non-existent watch, she shrugged her shoulders innocently, ignoring the phantom twinge of pain… “I suppose you can get away with that for another week or so…”
“Though you might need to start pulling a few princess-esque fainting spells to really be convincing.”, Isabella returned, for a moment sounding like her usual self. Perky, cheerful, encouraging.
He laughed, and her lips were touched with another brief smile. The old Isabella wasn’t gone… Just confused, lost. She regretted the admission to Christian the moment that it had left her… She shouldn’t have said a word, least of all to an Omega. No matter how they acted…They were still on the other side, of a very different fence. But her fears were starting to consume her… Burning a hole in her heart that more and more she was unable to hide.
Her eyes flickered, seeming to darken for a moment, before she looked away…Though still clearly listening to what the down to earth boy had to say. She’d already considered those options… That giving up, giving in, was exactly what the enemy wanted… And she’d also considered that perhaps the X-Men were being too…Liberal. “Magneto doesn’t want us to roll over and play possum…”
“He wants us…He thinks we would be the perfect little soldiers.”, Isabella corrected, remembering in the mall when his blue lackey had propositioned the Alpha’s before threatening her recruits to exterminate them… Her expression cracked for a moment, when she considered their government…Showing for a brief moment the sadness, the fear—Desolation that she was so desperate to keep everyone else from seeing. The MRA had been a bucket of ice water to her…Isabella was truly frightened of it. “Our government…They don’t want us to play dead either…”
“They just want us dead.”
Part of her bristled…Suddenly angry that Christian suggested that they keep pushing—Because that was what they were there for. Was it really? Had she no other purpose in life, than to scream at her enemies until their eardrums burst and organs started to fail? Was –that- her purpose? What God had intended? She kept those thoughts to herself, but her tightened fists would likely give away her disposition. Though almost as quickly as her ire came, it cooled…Isabella never grew angry for long. Least of all, with someone who hadn’t done anything… “Can you really see me doing this forever?”
“Fighting the good fight, until the human-race gives in and figures out that we all still bleed?”, she paused then, head tilting…Did all mutants bleed? Who knew. But her point remained the same… She sighed then, brushing auburn waves away from her face and behind her ear… She was being too pessimistic out loud. “I’m sorry…I think… I’m just tired…”
Tired of what, was the question that lingered in the air…One she stopped herself from answering.
She heard his comm before it went off…The frequencies that the comm units used were familiar to her, detectable. If necessary, she could alter the message being transmitted. Or silence it, if it annoyed her. She couldn’t help but shake her head, amused at the timing… “If the Devil is a wicked blond that wears Prada.”
Isabella prepared to give a good-bye when Christian seemed to change his mind… She tensed, remembering the last time she’d gotten in the way of something the Red Queen wanted. Her eyes flickered for a moment, unreadable… His confident words making her shake her head faintly. He said that now… But when the heat came, if it came, she wondered if he would be able to keep that smile…
Head tilting, she shifted, gracefully side stepping around him with a small chuckle to get to the porch swing…”I think, I will sit afterall…”
She sat down, hand curling around the coolness of the chain as she gently pushed herself backwards…Letting her feet go to rock forward—The rocking motion making her remember a time when her father used to push her on a wooden swing set…
Before he’d turned out to be an evil, mad scientist.
“If you’re going to get set on fire, we might as well be comfortable.”
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 9:52 am
Alpha - Lake - Some Version of a Pep Squad  Whether she just missed the comment about SHIELD or ignored it would likely forever be a mystery to Leo - either way, it wouldn't bother her in the slightest. Everyone here had a backstory, most of them with some sort of tragedy or sob moment. It was hard to possess these kinds of powers and not have an accident along the way. Still, he would have brought it up if he wanted her to know about it, and he didn't. So that was it - she'd not ask. He thanked her and Bella for what they had to say, Tara raising a hand to indicate that he shouldn't worry about it. Though they had not known each other long, she knew that he would do the same for her if the roles were reversed. And now that the serious stuff was out of the way, they could move on to more lighthearted talk - like Prom. It was good that she and Bella were in agreement that he wouldn't have a problem finding a date - for some reason she had a feeling that it would be more reassuring from his team leader than if she were just saying it herself. Still, there was something off about the Alpha leader - she just didn't seem like her normal chipper self. Maybe she needed a pep talk too, but that would have to be saved for another day. Bella even agreed that she and Leo would make a cute prom couple, causing the earth mover to crack a smile - the image of Barney walking arm in arm with one of those bananas from her childhood was just too amusing. " Psht, we could totally make dinosaurs and bananas the new go-to prom style - and who says PJs can't be sexy. After all, it's not what you wear, but the attitude you wear with it, right?" She gave a soft wink as Bella stood, announcing that she was a third wheel. Considering they were not a couple, it didn't bother Tara in the slightest, but she could see the appeal of ending a conversation like this on a high note. " Later, Bella," she said with a small wave, watching as their team leader turned and made her way off, no doubt to take care of some other student's problem. She was always so caring, it was nice to see someone that genuinely wanted everyone around her to succeed, even when she wasn't feeling so hot herself. Turning her attention back to Leo, she smiled when he accepted her invitation to ask her to prom, laughing when he made the only condition that they didn't have to match. " Oh, honey, it doesn't matter what you wear. Everyone'll be looking at me anyways. You'll be the perfect accessory no matter what," she said with an amused grin, clearly just giving him a bit of a hard time. For a spur of the moment decision, she had to admit that this one was working out in her favor - most things did. He was a nice enough guy, wouldn't embarrass her so far as she knew, and best of all, she knew it would drive her step-brother crazy that he wouldn't be able to find anything wrong with him. She and Leo were just friends, after all. " Now, just to be clear - try to get fresh, and you'll be sorry. But if you see someone there that you'd like to be a little more than friends with, feel free to ask her to dance. I'll even act jealous if you think it'll help. Girls love having things others want." She gave her fellow Alpha a small wink before sliding her sunglasses on once more, standing and dusting off the skirt of her sundress. She didn't want to overstay her welcome, and she was sure considering everything that had just been said, he'd need some time alone to digest. Tara was pretty good at reading people when it came to whether they wanted company or not - sometimes, she just ignored those signs if she thought they needed to hear something bluntly. Mission already accomplished, and she'd snagged a date for prom along the way. " Let me know at some point what you're planning on wearing so I can get a boutonniere to match, ok? For appearances and all that." She gave him a small flutter of her fingers before turning to walk away, leaving him to his own thoughts. Quite possibly, he was wondering what the heck he had just gotten himself into, but he had to trust her. She was a good date - pretty, intelligent conversation, and assuming the punch didn't get too spiked, respectful of boundaries.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 9:17 pm
 Name: Christian Spencer
Codename: Sidetrack
Team: Omega
Location: Porch, by the lake
Current: Trying to avoid the taste of toejamWhen he leaned back against the porch’s railing, Christian found himself slipping back into old habits. Namely, being quiet and observant. All of the lessons his grandfather taught him on the trail served him well even when interacting with other people, even if they took his taciturn nature as being slightly stand-offish. But, no matter what had happened before, he’d never been able to break said learned traits. They just were. Silent he stood, with his eyes cast at the much shorter Isabella, just watching. He didn’t wish to be considering rude and not paying attention, but something told him that she, more than anyone, would understand that one did not have to be looking at someone to be listening. And silent he was as listened, and watched. Watched her smooth the wrinkles out of her dress, watched as she tilted her head to the side.. all of it. When her eyes met his, he saw the way they shifted slightly, something of a knowing look residing in her gaze. Normally, he’d be slightly off-put by it, but strangely he wasn’t. The only noise Christian made while Isabella spoke was a soft laugh when she mentioned having to pull a few fainting spells to get out of whatever potential butt-kicking he was in store for by Narcissa. He knew what kind of ire he’d gained from the blonde just from his friendships with other Alphas, but he truly had no idea how furious she would be with him after this seemingly passing conversation with the Alpha’s leader. Still, he made the conscious decision to stay here and chat with the lass, for what reason’s he knew not, but the choice was made. And he was going to have to deal with the consequence eventually. But, until then… He watched as Bella stepped around him and went to the nearby swing, opting to take him up on his previous offer. He was grateful for that. With what turmoil he was going through after the mall ordeal, he knew that she had to be as well; her words were a clear indication of that. Why, he did not know nor would he pry. But there was something conveyed in her body language that could tell anyone with a keen eye that something was amiss. When she moved passed him, he closed his eyes and folded his arms across his chest again, fully prepared to stand… until she extended the offer for him to sit as well. ”When ya put it that way,” Christian said as he opened his eyes again, ”I’d be hardpressed not to oblige.” A smirk again still held on his features as he walked to the swing and took a seat on the opposite side. With his feet planted firmly on the porch still, he was able to assist in keeping the swing rocking back and forth. The moment he sat down, he began to reprocess everything that Bella had said. He didn’t want to play point-counterpoint with her because he felt what he said beforehand was a bit shortsighted, a bit hastened. In some way, he felt a bit upset with himself for that display of wide-eyed idealism. But measuring what it was he wanted to say, what he should say, that was taking a slice of time. And it seemed the time to absorb everything spoken was over with. ”You’re not wrong about the nightmares,” Christian said, making a stark admission. ”They’re there. But there ain’t nothing to do about it.” He inhaled sharply through his nostrils before letting forth a somewhat exasperated sigh. “Just gotta hope and pray that maybe, someday, they’ll pass.” If one could look in his eyes, they’d see it all. The pain from having to go through all this, the hesitance in whether or not he was cut out for all this… everything. It was a shame that he did not have a hat on to at least help shield his eyes from the world. He did not ignore what she said about Magneto wanting them to be his perfect little soldiers, Mystique’s offer still played every so often in the back of his mind. He knew though, the offer was nothing more than false niceties. What she said though, about their government wanting them dead, that was something he was sure she was right about. Thinking back to a few years prior, when his ability first made itself known… he had no doubt in his mind those goons who were chasing his old football buddy were government agents. The question was what agency did they work for, which was something he honestly did not give much thought to. ”Sorry if I upset ya,” Christian remarked, his eyes looking over towards the lake again, ”I’m not sure if I could see ya doin’ this forever. I’m sure you’ve got somethin’ more than this life, leading your team in and out of battles and missions. Surely, more of a life than I got outside of these walls.” That was something he was quite certain of, the life he’d had led if he had never gotten drawn in with the X-Men. All he’d be doing was, more than likely, helping to take care of his family while making an attempt at the college life. Either that or following in his grandfather’s footsteps and joining the Marine Corps. All in all, those options seemed very mundane considering everything he’d gone through since being a resident in this particular house. Cautiously, he turned his head and focused his sights on Bella again, hopefully to provide some measure of reassurance as to what he would say next. “For what it’s worth though,” he said, ”I think you do a damn good job doin’ what you do. I can definitely say without hesitance that I’d follow you into the fires of Hell… mainly cause I pretty much already did once.” Obviously, those words were in reference to the mission that led them to working together in Limbo months prior and, to a lesser extent, what had happened during the mall riots. ”Plus, if it makes any difference, you’ve sure as Heck got my respect.”
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 9:46 pm
Hearing only one true noteOn the one and only soundxxxxxxxx
Unzip my body
xxxxxxxx Take my heart out Cause I need a beat to give this tune… Aria Kuitery
Code Name: Ki Where Am I?: New Room.  Aria let out a hysterical laugh, knowing that her friend didn't realize what she just said. "Oh please! Like I would want them straight! The crooked ones are much more fun!" Her laugh continued and she rolled backwards, finding her own joke quite hilarious. Although, it could easily be mistaken that she was batshit crazy. Either way, Aria didn't really care.
Aria had stopped speaking when Quinn began speaking again. "Yes, seriously. I have no problem asking him, and if he has a date..." She smiled and winked now, "I can take care of that." She let out a groan as the girl began speaking. "Oh, please. It's prom. We don't even know half the people going, what does it matter? Not like you two are going to go have crazy sex in one of the bathrooms and get preggo. Well, who knows." She smiled and laughed again.
while Quinn fumbled in her bag for her comm unit Aria picked her's off of her lap, where she had placed it. "Well. Looks like that's settled, and it seems to be a good time to see if anyone else is free for me, and Mister Hot Southern Boy is there." She giggled and stood up, placing a single iPod bud in one of her ears and sliding the iPod into a pocket after turning it on and the volume down so she could hear Quinn. "Let's go." He placed her com unit in the other pocket and hoped it wouldn't fall out and walked out of the room, waiting outside for her friend. She was going through with this, or she would be carried there over Aria's shoulder.
Objectable Obelisk Concurs: You can just auto move Aria to the dorm room with your next post, say Aria knows where it is or something if needed./color] Oh the body swayed to musicHearing only one root note xxxxxxxx
Planted firmly on the ground
xxxxxxxx Undo my heart, unzip my body and Lend to my ear a clear and a deafening sound
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 12:49 pm
Name: Raine "Glitter" Burke
Team: Alphas
Power: Creation and Manipulation of Electricity
Location: Library  Felix always loved to make her blush - it was a shame he was so good at it. Still, she was getting quicker with covering it up, or at least she liked to think that she was. She had to laugh, however, when he defended himself against her jabs towards his intellect. He took everything in stride, which made talking to him a lot easier than it would be otherwise, giving him a small nod. " Alright, one time thing. Duly noted." They began to talk about the first time they really met and started to get to know each other, Raine's memory apparently a little fuzzy. The way he told it, she sounded like some chocolate-haired seductress, working him for a free meal. That just wasn't the way she remembered it going down as well - did she even have a "come hither" look? Her expression turned more and more incredulous as he continued with his version of events, even going so far as to accuse her of being slow on purpose so that he had to pay, thereby making it more of a date. What a ridiculous notion - if she wanted it to be a date, she would have tried to hold his hand or something, not weasel a free meal out of him. Just what kind of girl did he think she was? She was much smoother than that when it came to flirting.
"Now, as I recall, I asked if you wanted to just zip us there with your nifty powers, and you made a comment about wanting to keep my hair pretty, so we had to drive. That slowed us down. And I also remember you taking longer to order than I did - the only thing you did quicker than me was draw your wallet. And mine was trapped in my black hole of a purse, while you had yours in your pocket, ready to go. Maybe you need to get your thoughts checked to make sure your hippocampus is storing memories correctly. Could be the first sign of something serious, if you think those were my 'come hither' looks." No doubt she'd played right into his hands, but she was determined to come out on top of this one. It was mostly for that reason that she left him calling brownies delicious, insinuating that she was the same, alone. True, he was fun to be around, but she didn't seem to be his type, and he had certainly shown to intention of asking her to Prom. Besides, there was someone else she was still hoping would come her way.
As the conversation turned to his promotion, she was serious when she said that it was nice he still wanted to see her and hang out. Most Omegas knew the death sentence their leader would impose on them if they were seen to be enjoying time with an Alpha, especially this alpha, against whom Cissa seemed to hold a particular grudge? She'd stopped trying to rationalize the blonde's distaste for her a long time ago - there was no rhyme or reason to her hatred aside from the fact that Raine'd been assigned to the Alphas instead of the Omegas for whatever reasons the higher-ups saw fit. At least that wasn't enough to keep some of her closer friends from seeking her company, even if it was only to keep from failing.
"Aww, Felix. That might be the sweetest thing you've ever said to me. Failing just to spend time with little ol' me." She gave him an amused grin, shaking her head when he turned the topic of conversation to any additional mutations that might come from her exposure to radiation at the mall. He analogized his wrinkles to her blushing, asking why it was that her cheeks were always so pink around him.
"It's a natural response to ridiculous notions. After all, you do say the silliest things," she said with a chuckle, the conversation not getting much further before Aren made his appearance. The two Omegas chatted with each other for a moment, Raine waiting patiently until the conversation turned to her, the Native American asking her to prom with him. Of course, she was too eager to accept, not missing the amused expression on Felix's face out of the corner of her eye. Of course, now that she had a date, it meant that she had to try and find someone else for Felix to go with. It was only then that he introduced himself fully, ruling out a few possibilities, one of which was her own name. Wait, did that mean he had been considering asking her? The mere notion seemed to take a moment to register, though it hopefully went unnoticed. Now, she felt a little bad seeming to eager to take Aren's invitation, but she had no doubts he'd be able to find a date in a heartbeat. Especially if they were helping him.
"Haven't you noticed? It seems like all the other girls here are attractive, whether they are Alpha or Omega. I don't that that'll be a problem," she interjected, glad to see that the two boys were getting along so well. It always helped to have friends get along with other friends, especially when she enjoyed both their company so much. Aren pointed out several options from both teams that might be suitable material for the object of Felix's prom intentions, Raine's mind going to work as well. She was offered up to get intel from around the school as to who had dates already and those that did not, to which she nodded enthusiastically.
"Yea, of course. I'm pretty plugged into the girl network around here, it shouldn't be too hard. I'm sure whoever you take will be well worth it - I'm just excited to see you all spruced up in a suit. Both of you," she said with a grin, looking between the two boys. Her gaze landed on Aren as he began to speak once more, glad to see that he at least looked happy that she'd said yes. He asked what color her dress was, the brunette chuckling slightly.
"I guess I can tell you that I'll be rocking a red dress, but only because there are waffled involved." The firefly offered him a soft wink, as a chuckle escaped her. Katie's practically forced her to purchase the dress as soon as she put it on, and she had to admit that she felt sexy in it - hopefully he'd like it too. This was shaping up to be an awesome night, indeed.
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