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 Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 6:15 pm
A groan escaped Sara's lips. As X-23 left the area the effects of the neuro disc wore off. She sat up rubbing the spot where the disc had been occupying. "Oh stiff....oh sore....oh aches...." She grunted slowly getting back to her feet. "So strange this place....." She said noting the devistation around her. "I'm going to get something to eat....." She sniffed the air. "Smells good." She said and slowly walked towards the kitchen yawning.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 6:32 pm
"Ehhh, thanks, but no thanks. Can't stand takin' orders from preps, and if there was a conflict between orders and De- uh, a guy I know... I couldn't work with you lot. Just the way it is." He shrugged. "Hope ya understand. Anyway, thanks. See ya around." Aarin waved and stepped outside before a random thought struck him. "Here, mate. This one's on the house." He dropped his sombrero on Conner's head before starting his walk back to the Brotherhood mansion.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 7:48 pm
"Pool? Did someone say pool? Dammit, I need trunks. In fact, I need new clothing in general. Too bad the the mall's smouldering, and I'm outta cash," David rambled, the last half being more of a soliloquy than anything else. He pulled out his pockets to show that they were quite empty.
"Unless..." he mumbled, scratching his chin, and seeming deep in thought. "Be right back!" he said, rushing upstairs to his beat-up bag. He rummaged through the contents, leaving ragged old clothing strewn about his sparsely decorated room. "A-ha! I knew I had an emergency stash!" he said, pulling out a small wad of bills. It was barely twenty bucks, but it would at least get him a pair of trunks.
"I shall return!" he announced, poking his head out of his door for a brief moment, and then diving through his open window. There were advantages to being able to fly. Plus, he could go straight from being airborne to being in the pool when he got back, provided he could find somewhere to change along the way.
Which, conveniently enough, he did. Sure, he was now broke, but this pair of trunks was the first piece of clothing that he hadn't A) brought with him when he'd been kicked out, or B) recieved through charities and other related events.
He also hadn't been in a pool for several years, and was itching to see if he could still remember how to swim. So, the first thing he did upon arriving was to toss his plainclothes in through his window, and the second thing was to gently lower himself down into the relatively new pool. He wasn't about to jump in, because if he discovered that he couldn't swim, he would be in serious trouble. Fortunately, the bottom of the pool was sloping, so there was a perfect spot for him to simply sit in the water, and lounge around the pool. The water temperature certainly helped with that, as it was the perfect temperature for the day. Not frigidly cold, but not absurdly warm either. It was that golden temperature that kept you just cool enough to be comfortable.
"Well, may as well get it over with now," David said, taking a deep breath and submerging his entire body underwater. He came up a few moments later, and pressed his tangled hair out of his face. "Much better," he said, leaning himself against the corner of the pool, letting the water evaporate on it own.
Slightly tanned skin glistened in the sunlight, though it was not all a uniform color. He had many more scars on his body than just the thin mark under his eye. Scattered across his body were scars ranging in size from barely noticible to extremely prominent. The one that was most likely to catch the eye was the cross-shaped one splashed across his right shoulder. It was oddly shaped because it had been created deliberately.
On that night several months earlier, the gang that had nearly killed him had held him down while what David assumed was their leader carved it into his shoulder. It was among the more severe of his injuries, though it was the easiest to treat once he'd managed to stop the bleeding. There was nothing he could do to minimize the scarring, and so he now carried a constant reminder of what humans, when caught in a mob mentality, were capable of.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 9:11 pm
Rogue laughed at Victoria's implied comment about the X-guys cooking.
"Yeah. No kiddin'. We get to be stuck with Kurt and Scott's coookin' while the Brotherhood gets to eat the good stuff that Aarin makes." She sighed melodramatically.
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X-23 had left the mansion and it's grounds behind her. She wasn't sure where she could or should go. Up to this point she'd been on the run. First trying to reach her "mother's" family, and after that disaster, she'd gone after Logan. Now that she was nolonger trying to kill him, she didn't know what to do. Other than run of course. She'd always be running, always. Until they were dead or they thought she was.
For the moment, however, she was tired. She'd had a long night, and several intense fights. Most people would be exhausted, but she wasn't most people. Still, for now, what she needed most was a safe place to sleep. She could easily sleep in the woods that she was traveling through, but she was still too close to the mansion, and S.H.I.E.L.D.
So she kept going. On and on through the night, until at last she judged herself a safe distance away. She stopped running and looked around for a place to spend the rest of the night and part of the next morning. Her nose caught a faint whiff of mustiness that meant that a cave was nearby. She jogged over to it and sniffed for preadators. There weren't any. Relieved at the prospect of not having to fight for her bed, she entered the cave, curled up in a corner, and let herself fall into a light sleep.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 9:24 pm
Tranquility is a sense that many appreciate. The serenity that can exist within a quiet day, or the state of mind that all is as it should be in the world. To be at such peace is a blessing, and many strive to live in a constant state of tranquil happiness. Every soul seeks their own peace, be it physical or mental.
Yet, for Damon, such peace did not exist. His recent manifestation, his "gifts" as some had put it, had done nothing more than to throw his world into a flurry of chaotic occurrences that just spiralled endlessly out of control. His life was no longer as he knew it, though what he knew was never entirely enjoyable. It was consistent and he could depend on monotony.
In one moment of anger, his one mishap of losing control of his own emotions, he had destroyed the existence he had always known.
Now, as he stood in front of Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters, he felt more alone in the world than ever before.
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Opening the door, a large and ornate fixture that suite the grandeur of the building, Damon took small, quiet steps into a large front foyer. He was a very small fish in unknown waters, and his body trembled slightly with anxiety.
His clothing, a simple black t-shirt, decorated with a red "X" across the front, and a pair of jeans, were caught in a breeze that wafted through the doorway, scattering a few leaves inside as well. Seeing this, Damon swiftly made to shut the door, not wanting to make a mess inside such a beautifully decorated building.
Despite his feelings of trepidation, Damon couldn't help but be amazed at the building's grandeur. Large and ornate, it differed from everything he had expected from a "school." He stood with wandering eyes, uncertain of where to go or if he should even leave the foyer.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 12:23 am
Sara shambled into the kitchen still rubbing her eyes tiredly. She spotted Victoria and another woman there. She nodded quietly to Victoria as she spotted an empty seat at the table. The other young lady had a white streak in her hair. "Howdy." She said slowly. "Something smells good." She commented carefully pulling a chair out and sitting down into it. "Please tell me there's still some left...." She was really hungry now.
Lizz looked as David eased himself into the pool She shifted slightly on her chair as she lounged. It felt oh so good to do absolutly nothing. Being out in the sun made up for the simple fact that she was bored. She glanced at David after he submerged himself in the water. The scar on his shoulder caught her eye certainly but she wasn't going to bring it up as it was possible a painful memory. "How's the water?" She asked
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 7:22 am
"Yeah," said Victoria, laughing a little bit at Rouge's response. Apparently, her guess that none of the X-Guys were good in the kitchen was not far from the truth. "Pity," she mumbled, still thinking it a shame that Aarin left so soon. Even worse, he didn't leave a copy of the recipe.
"We'll have to stop by and kidnap him sometime," she mused, nodding her head slowly at the idea. Just then, obviously drawn by the smell of Aarin's cook, Sara, the third of the honorary Exiles shuffled sleepily into the kitchen. Giving the Texan a small wave of greeting, Victoria realized that she had not seen Sara since their little mission from earlier this morning, and boy, Sara did not look like she had completely recovered.
"Yeah," Victoria mumbled, nodding her head slowly and staring curious at Sara. "There's some left but...Sara...are you okay? You kinda look like you just rose from the dead."
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 8:35 am
Silence was met with silence. No true surprise in that sense. Damon had been standing in the foyer for a good ten minutes and noone had walked by, and it had been strange that noone was there to tell him where to go. He took a few steps towards one door then, entirely uncertain as to where to go, towards another. The options were large and he could scarcely make a decision as to where it would be best to go. He thought there might be some form of office where he could get filled in on the school.
'The hallway on the left... no, no, maybe to the right... then there's the stairs. No, that can't be right. Why would anyone have an office for new entrants on the second floor? The door to the left of the stairwell?'
His thoughts buzzed from one possibility to the next, ending in him merely shuffling around the foyer with the appearance of someone who is completely and hopelessly lost.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 12:27 pm
Sara whom had layed her head down on the table was still shaking off the effects of the neuro-disk that X-23 had gifted her with. So basicly she was now as weak as a new born kitten till she got some rest. She looked up when Victoria asked her if she was okay. "I think so...this wierd lady showed up..." She rubbed the spot where the neuro-disk had been. "...not sure what exactly happened after I helped her up but next thing I know I'm looking up at the ceiling." She groaned exaustedly. "I feel like I've been run over by a bus. I'd get something to eat but it's all I can do just to not pass out at the table...." She said looking up longingly at the left over food that Aarin had cooked up.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 7:55 am
Conner watched Aarin go, taking of the sombrero and fidgeting with it as he thought Strange Guy. Conner knew that the best way of finding the Brotherhood's home was walking down the drive but he couldn't risk any of the brotherhood, including Aarin, knowing he was there...well, not yet any way. He ears pricked up at the whop whop whop sound of helicopter rotors and walked out onto the lawn to get a better look. On the lawn were three Heli-jets on the mansion lawn, Conner couldn't make out the insignia on the side and didn't recognise either of the two men talking infront of them, he turned around and went back inside.
Inside he found a young boy had entered the mansion while he had been out, Conner figured the guy was knew by the familier lost-look the new guy was exhibiting. "Afternoon." Conner greeted the boy. "You must be new here. Follow me and I'll take you to the kitchen, if your lucky there might be some dinner left." He added.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 9:26 am
Damon had been so wrapped up in his thought jumble, that he hadn't noticed the person walk in right behind him. He jumped slightly when he heard a voice, suddenly snapping out of his musings. He glanced slightly at Conner before his gaze dropped to the floor, his hands coming together in front of him to fidget slightly.
He gave a slight nod, his eyes keeping to the ground, as he made to follow him. This caused a lock of hair to fall over his eyes, which he instinctively brushed away. How long had it been since he last ate? He could honestly say it had been a few days, since dinner the night before when...
His eyes darkened slightly, this thought leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. He wasn't sure if he could force down some food while he felt like this.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 8:23 pm
Fate finished his last mouthful of food and plopped the plate down on a counter, someone else would take care of it. "Well, I'm officially bored. Saiyonara!" He waved cheerfully at the assembled mutants and opened the door to walk after the other brotherhood member. He also dropped the probability veil that made them think they knew him.
Just for good measure he also blew out a few lightbulbs, caused a short circuit in the refridgerator and caused a leak in the gas line behind the stove. As soon as he unleashed his talent he sprinted for the drive. Security devices in his way frizzled with electrical shorts as he passed.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 3:06 pm
(a gas leak....gee, Ninja, whatcha tryin' to do kill us all?)
"A strange lady, huh?" Rogue asked the girl called Sara. She walked over to the counter, put down her mug, and filled a plate with food. As she did so, she continued talking over her shoulder. "She didn't happen to be blue did she?"
Then, as she waited for an answer, she grabbed silverware for Sara to eat with, placed it all on the table, and shoved everything within Sara's reach. Rogue did things this way instead of giving Sara the food from behind, because there was no point in taking the risk she might accidentally brush Sara with her exposed arm. It was about the last thing the girl needed, judging by the way she looked.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 3:52 pm
"Yeah," said Victoria, nodding slowly at Sara's re-account of her adventure following her being kidnapped. She mentioned a strange lady, but her description stopped short of any real details. She looked at Rouge for a moment and knew instantly they were both thinking of the same, blue-skinned lady they all were so familiar with.
Victoria opened her mouth and was about to bombard Sara with a few more questions when a lot of things happened at once. The vaguely familiar kid who had just entered the kitchen declared he was leaving and as she went to mindlessly wave him off, something made her stop mid-motion.
"The hell?" she muttered, narrowing her eyes on the boy's retreating figure, realizing that perhaps he was not who she assumed he was. There was no time to draw attention to this fact however, as just then, the light bulb on the opposite side of the kitchen decided to blow. At the same moment, her eyes snapped to the fridge, which, if she was hearing correctly, sputtered before shutting off completely.
"Why!?" she groaned to no one particular, debating on whether or not she was going to bail and let someone else deal with the problems or not.
((Hehe. Yeah. The think the gas leak is a bit much. Everything else I'm okay with for now, though.))
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