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 Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 2:57 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: Frontier University (Three Miles West of the Academy) - Chaperone
Ability: Sound Manipulation
Singing: Nothing Give me something to sing about... █║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║  
"Have a good--Safe night, Alpha's. You can reach me by comm or cell if you have any emergencies."
The songstress sighed from the front seat of her Eclipse…It was the color of a fresh candy apple—Of ripened cherries, strawberries…All things good that came in the color red. She’d cut the engine a long time ago and had remained in the back of the parking lot at Frontier University. Not for the first time since the incident at the mall she found herself sitting in silence…Reflecting on her time with the X-Men. The Academy was more her home than Barranquilla was anymore. Spending just a few weeks there in the summer wasn’t nearly enough to keep her from growing heartsick…So she’d found a new home.
A new family. She felt as if she’d betrayed her mother somehow…
She wrote emails to her mother every few days…Telling her about the weather, about her new friends, about her coursework—And her as of yet still undecided major. But she never mentioned things that truly bothered her…Never mentioned the fighting. In essence, she lied to the woman that loved her unconditionally. She wanted so much to be a music teacher…But with the way the Registration Act worded mutant rights…That would become an impossibility. Employers would always know what she was… And few humans wanted their children learning from freaks.
There was a gnawing…Painful feeling deep in her chest. A ball of sadness and anger that she couldn’t shake. It was a combination of things…Of feeling like Xavier’s ideals might have blinded her to the picture… The loss of Gideon. So many things weighed her down, and kept her sitting in the soft Italian leather seats of her car. It wasn’t until she saw other headlights pulling in that she moved…Grabbing her clutch from the passenger seat. Sofia Mantega wouldn’t forgive her for missing out on setting up the last few table pieces.
Isabella had forced herself to go through the motions of helping out the Prom Committee—Escorting them into town with Kitty and Rogue. Helping to choose door prizes and helping the girls pick out their dresses… They really cared about this silly little dance. Really. Bella could remember when it was all she thought about—All she planned for with Evelyn…For about a week straight. How Gideon and Reikon had needed to fairly carry her intoxicated self to the car…How much fun they’d had.
When it felt like the world was made for them—Would welcome them as adults, with open arms.
Isa slid out of the car easily—Her heeled feet making soft clicking sounds on the asphalt. She’d gone with the first dress that she’d tugged out of her closet—A simple, backless, elegant LBD. Everyone seemed to have one... She was no exception to that rule. Seeing that it really wasn’t her Prom to worry about… She didn’t feel the need to outshine anyone else.
If anything, she would be content to fade into the background while she tried to keep some of the other kids from spiking the punch.
Walking into the building behind the others, she was taken aback by the blue decorations…It was lovely. Even in her dour state she took a moment to wander about the gossamer curtains and tall vases full of white lilies and blue dyed roses.
Students were slowly trickling in, and she grew more and more withdrawn… There were a few Professors milling about… She was sure that should anything happen, they would be able to handle it without her interferences. She was only here as a favor to Scott… He’d been having a lot of bad gut feelings lately, and had even wanted to call off the Prom.
But Emma had refused, claiming that student life shouldn’t simply stop because of a few foolhardy bureaucrats.
So she’d easily allowed herself to be guilted into Chaperoning.
Considering the lingering sense of failure she had—It wasn’t hard for him to do. Small steps were required for her to regain her confidence, her footing. Being taken out of nearly an entire battle because of one gunshot had really put things into perspective for her. Jean had cleared her for field duty… She honestly had to wonder if the woman’s mind hadn’t been elsewhere during her scan.
The more the upperclassmen students kept pouring in…The further she backed away. Eventually she found herself passing through the gossamer curtains and double French doors that separated the dance floor and the promenade. It was chilly…But not so cold that she couldn’t stand it. The DJ was already spinning something popular, and the kids from the teams seemed to love it. This wasn’t just a gathering for the Junior and Senior Alpha’s and Omega’s—Though they were given permission to attend as chaperone’s and helpers, should they wish.
There were some of the Squadron’s, Exemplars, Dragons, Fyre, Thunder, Excalibur, Steel, Avengers, Shadow Walkers, Excelsiors, and even the Theives...They saw far less field time than the Alpha’s and Omega’s…But were no less deserving of an evening off.
Isabella remained outside, listening to things in the distance. She was mindful of Scott’s warnings…To make sure that there was nothing out of place. No strange faces…And with her ability, so strange sounds. Though the party had yet to full swing, the room was already filling up with dancing couples, dressed in their best.
She only hoped the whole evening stayed this quiet, and relatively uneventful.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 2:33 pm
"There is a war coming, are you sure you're on the right side?" Name: Brown, Farren Brown but you may call me Mother Nature
Location: Lounge/Time Warp/Hallway Snarky Remark: You want me to bite?
Honey, you don't have beg.
Hell you don't even have to ask.
Just remember my name.
You'll be moaning it 'bout the time I draw blood. ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╛ Farren's heart surged at the sound of Isabella's voice in her ears but immediately clenched in dread when the latter claimed lack of recognition of the floramancer. What was everyone on that Farren was so easily forgotten in such a small amount of time away?
She shook her head, clearing her thoughts and immediately bringing her attention back to those in the lounge, who were, surprise, surprise, back on the conversation of Prom. The green haired woman focused in at just the moment Bianca agreed to attend the wretched formal affair with the pyro Alpha, Robert. Farren snickered in her head as she realized both the fire wielder and the ice wielder in the Institute were named Robert. Too, too funny. But then she noticed the glowing smile on Aurelie's face and immediately pegged her as the matchmaker of the mansion, or at least one of them. Seeing the telekinetic nearly bursting with poorly concealed mirth pulled a laugh out from Farren before the green-haired woman could reign in control of her outburst.
And then, Aurelie made up for all the nonsense chatter about prom and dates and dresses (in Farren's mind) with one little joke about biting and that sealed it for the floramancer. It didn't matter that the blonde was essentially on the "goody-too-shoes" team of mutants, she made jokes, and good ones, that involved biting, and that was enough for Farren. Lillian was giving them out too, and the green haired woman shook her head slightly, why does Isabella have the fun mutants? It didn't seem fair in the least.
"Don't let Aurelie give you the wrong impression," Farren couldn't resist adding cheekily to the conversation with Elliot, whose arrival she had neglected to notice earlier but she granted him a mischievous smile, for he was the reason, after all, for the whole biting and teeth and nibbling conversation the mutants were currently having, so that made him automatically cool to keep around, for now at least. If you've been really good, or really bad for that matter, you may end up with a few nips without having to ask for them. We're generous like that. Although I would definitely recommend making sure you are up to date on any pending rabies shots. Some of us are just plain animals." Farren's eyes sparkled as she flashed to the last heavy biting session she began as a witness to and ended up participating in. Ah, glorious times.
"You know, as a telekinetic, you could move their bodies so they aren't around long enough to have a bit of biting fun." Farren mockingly lowered her voice to Aurelie but knew everyone would hear her, and that fact made it all the funnier. Farren tilted her head slightly when a voice spoke behind her, mentioning raids and rallies, only to realize it was her newly assigned roommate, the hair manipulator. The latter finally seemed to have completed her rendition of the lounging red-headed, Kerri as the former was showcasing the pad to the model in question.
"Hey Orchid, Kerri, if you two are done over there being all quiet and s**t maybe you'd like join the land of the social? As a fellow Omega, isn't there some rule about leaving your teammate to fend for herself within a group of Alpha's?" Farren smirked back at the Alpha's she had spent the better part of the afternoon conversing with. They were a bit green behind the ears for Farren's liking, but they didn't seem too] bad. Not that she would ever verbally admit that notion aloud. She was not looking to inflate anyone's egos or incur the prejudiced wrath of her team leader, Narcissa, that wonderful ambient energy wielder. Farren couldn't wait to meet the blonde face to face. And the first song we'll be playing this evening, folks? The Time Warp of course.  Farren turned a corner and paused, watching as the runway styled students trickled themselves out the front door and into the running vehicles awaiting to carry the teenagers to their fairy tale-like evening of magic and (hopefully) romance. She ran her hand over the trim of her corsetted dress in an almost wistful manner. Her own proms had been cancelled due to impending doom and danger from renegade mutants and violent FOH altercations and now a small part of her resented the fact she had been denied yet another highlighted milestone in the life of the average teenager.Her roommate, Orchid, was the responsible party as to why the green haired woman was even dressed up as she was. Although the hair manipulator had created her own dress, she had taken Farren to some of the unknown treasure troves in the city for alternative fashion to help the floramancer stock up on her day-to-day wear. And during one of their shopping excursions, the two mutants had stumbled across the dress Farren was currently dressed in for an absolute steal. There was no way the floramancer could pass it up. And now she was feeling sexy and fun like the rest of the mansion inhabitants without having to worry about some sweat gleaming guy stepping on her feet in an barbaric attempt to dance.Farren withdrew and unfolded a heavily creased directory map of the mansion over her hip. When she hadn't been filling her closet with some real clothes, she had tried to spend the last week catching up the gossip and going-ons regarding the finer workings of the Institute. But no matter who she encountered, no one seemed to recall her having ever attended the Institute before, and this was really starting to piss her off. So now, she had decided she was going to find herself within the Cerebro database and prove to the Professors she wasn't just a random rookie with an overactive imagination. First things first, minimizing the run-ins of the other residents. Prom was the perfect opportunity for that. Nearly everyone, student and professor alike, would be in attendance at the event hall over at the college, leaving the mansion peacefully vacated. The stragglers would probably be holed up in the rec room, their individual rooms, or some other equally unimportant room in regards to Farren's mission.The next step was finding the database that housed all the pertinent information; Farren's personnel file with cited notations of her involvement in various past missions, including her crucial although destructive role during Apocalypse's attempted take-over. For the last five days, having no classes or Omega Danger Room training sessions to fill her time, Farren spent her time walking the halls, making notes on her self-acquired map on steps down any given hall, which teachers crashed in which rooms, and trying to find the elusive database. Walking around the mansion and opening random doors put her on the "quirky" list of most of the inhabitants at the Institute and more than a few stern talking-tos from Summers about personal privacy. Not that she really was listening. She didn't listen to him too much back in her high school days, and, well, some things really shouldn't change. "At least I've chosen a side." Academy X: Our professors are just a bunch of mules.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 4:37 pm
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Team ↠ AlphaxxLocation ↠ Test Thread What the hell was going on? Eli was unsure of this group of people, they made him uneasy, especially with the talk of biting. But that may very well be would be awkward and confused in any conversation any group began to talk about. He simply sighed, when Rob asked him a question. He contemplated and as he was about to speak up, Farren made a comment.
It wasn't that comment alone that made the anxiety hit. The social awkwardness had set off his anxiety the second he started to be social with them, it's just that comment topped it.
"I'll be right back." Eli said, making a note as he finished off the last of his snack bowl, "I'll get back to you on your answer Rob when I'm done with my dishes." From there the magnetokinetic proceeded his way out of the room. Sighing in relief as he could feel the anxiety slowly drain from his body.
---TIME SKIP---
Eli wasn't too keen on the whole prom idea. To be honest, he figured on not going at all. While he wandered the halls in jeans and a t-shirt, the others were running around, scampering like dressed up mice. He laughed a little to himself. He decided that he'd end up going, it was just that he'd show up late, not wanting to be there when people were looking for friends and end up being forced into a group of people or at a table he didn't want to be at. So, what better to do when everyone's finally settled and focused on the event at hand?
He wondered how he should pass the time? Maybe he could just chill out under the night sky, snacking on some munchies and taking a shot or two to help him not be so awkward or anti-social. After all, they didn't call it liquid courage for nothing.
Making his way to the kitchen and into the pantry, he grabbed the goldfish, raisins and honey roasted peanuts, and poured them into a bowl. On top of that he grabbed three bottle of Orange Crush soda from the fridge and made his way pool side, to enjoy his snack and drinks in peace and solitude. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
OOC ↠ None to be had.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 11:26 pm
xxxxxTeam: OmegaxxxxxLocation: Frontier Universityxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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His eyes were closed as he started the descent, but the pressure in his ears made it hard for him to ignore – even harder to sleep through it. The light above him lit up and a sound dinged to alert that passengers that they needed to buckle their seat belts, and a tanned pair of hands made quick of the request, knowing all too well from previous experience that turbulence was not his friend. He exhaled as the plane jumped as it landed; it was a force of habit to hold oxygen in his lungs until the plane's wheels touched the ground... Honestly, he wasn't sure when he'd picked up the habit; logically the southern man knew that holding his breath wasn't going to change the outcome of how the plane landed, but a few too many bad trips had conditioned him all the same.
The plane taxied through the large airport, and his blue eyes fell to stare outside the window to watch who all was there, helping direct the traffic. Normally, there wasn't anyone because he flew private via the X-men... but he'd taken a few days off at home before heading back to the campus he knew so well. Instinctively, he'd known that if he didn't visit the stables prior to suiting up, there wouldn't be another opportunity for a while.
Active X-men were always called to action. Even on the junior teams, vacations had been sparse when he ran the Excelsiors.
It didn't take long for his bright red duffel bag to come around on the luggage, and Blake picked it up with relative ease, shrugging it onto his left shoulder – the weight comfortable enough that he didn't hunch over as he made it to the pick up area and peered out to see who would be his welcome party. A slow smile crawled across his features when he saw just who he was looking for, leaning against a shiny, black hummer with his arms crossed; something about Bobby Drake would likely always remain rebellious, and his posture was a good indicator of that. Not that the cowboy minded; often it made things a bit more interesting. “Long time no see.”
And they had much to catch up on.
”Did Squinty tell you what team I'd be on?” He asked, referring to an old name for Scott Summers. Wolverine might have coined it, but somehow it'd stuck for Blake, especially considering how often the resident ice user and old One-eye chaffed each other... He personally preferred Drake's company – simply because it'd been he who had mentored him, not out of pure distaste of the current headmaster.
*~*
The campus was much the same as it had been six months ago... it'd been that long since he spent more than a day or so there. And such short trips to home base left little time for him to roam the halls. As he sauntered through, memories flooded him, reminding him of times he'd played pranks on his friends, the thoughts eliciting a soft chuckle to escape before building in his chest. He tipped his head back to feel the midday sun warm his face, and breathed deeply of the air, somehow finding it not as rewarding as it would have been in Texas.
Still, it was far better than how it felt inside, where Bobby inevitably pulled him, explaining the decision, giving him a flash drive with the student he'd be helping out in the next few weeks, his room number and key. But one thing stuck in the forefront of his mind.
Omega.
He'd be working underneath Narcissa Stone, donning Black and Red – at one time, she'd been the equivalent of an arch enemy to one of his long time friends, Bella Stone. It left him to wonder if he'd see her this time around – the last time he'd been at the Institute, she'd been sent out with her team... Maybe he'd send her a long overdue e-mail, explaining he'd be around a little more. Along with his old teammates, including her little brother, Colton. Really, the choice made sense, given who had been his mentor when he'd been on the teams before, and the reputation that the Omegas had. Rebellion tended to run thick with Emma's prized team... and Bobby lived and breathed it, even now.
Blake didn't need a tour or a map to find his room, bidding Bobby a “See ya” before ducking out to unpack. Easily, his key turned in the lock, opening to a room that was empty on both sides. Apparently, he'd been one of the lucky ones – a room of his own. Digging deep into his pockets, the molecular manipulator emptied the contents onto his desk – wallet, keys, Swiss army knife, and a few lint balls that were promptly thrown away.
Bobby had been kind enough to give him the low-down in more depth as to the happenings on campus... none of it surprised the man as he listened. Trouble found teams. That was just how it worked. But once he was left to his own devices and had time to think, he let out a breath he hadn't been aware that he was holding, unsure of how much mentoring he'd be able to do on a high profile team. Junior or not.
But he had a future file already up on his computer – it was a light mentoring thing versus what he had helped in the past, this was simply, show the guy around the campus, give him a number to text if he felt lost in any way, that sort of thing. Be someone who was a little bit more approachable than the professors. And at the end of the day, Blake loved it. To help someone adjust, feel comfortable with their lifestyle, make them as prideful as he... it was a rewarding job most of the time.
Were there not so many pressures at home, what with his father's career in politics, their oil business along with the ranch, he would have been content to eventually become a professor, and do exactly what he had been for the past two years. Times were changing though, and he'd have to adapt to what they needed him most.
As it turned out though, he'd come back to campus just in time to have a night full of festivities. Prom. Though, it was too late to get a date (not to mention that he was too old to consider this his prom) especially since he was sure that most of the girls he'd ran with were long gone from the academy by now. But there were a few slots open for chaperoning, and he was happy to stay out and mingle with the new class of students as they partied the night away.
It didn't take long for his trunk of clothes to be delivered; rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, Blake set to work on making the room fit him, and unpack everything he needed – there would no doubt be suits that would be appropriate for the occasion.
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The decorations were of a different theme than his own prom. His had been something about a starry night sky, though he couldn't really place what the title had been. Reach for the stars? Hands clasped behind his back, Blake sauntered about the room in Frontier University, cerulean orbs peering out into the sea of students, until he spotted one he knew.
Nonchalantly, he rounded the crowd, coming up behind the dark haired sound manipulator that he'd known so well a long time ago. It'd been so long since she'd heard him shuffling about that he doubted that she'd catch the cadence of his step, so he attempted to surprise her. “I could be wrong,” He said, leaning down to whisper next to her ear to get her attention, unsure if she'd recognize the timbre of his voice. “But, I'm pretty sure we never did have that steak dinner.” Grinning, he took a step forward, turning to face her at the same time. The dim lights made him appear more tan than usual, and he'd gotten a few inches taller since she'd last seen him, but his eyes remained the truest shade of blue. “And I feel that I've let the debt sit long enough.” It was his way of saying he missed her, though she'd have to read between the lines to grasp it. However, if she took it literally, he wouldn't say no to a dinner with her either. It'd be a good time to catch up.
Would she even remember that? How long had it been since they'd seen each other face to face? Yeah, they'd remained pen pals of sorts, but that didn't count for actual interactions. Seeing her was like breathing in a lungful or two of fresh air, even though he'd never admit it. She'd been his friend as much as she'd been his rival when they were younger, and it was that fact that he'd never forget.
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Is too small to see
There's always a sparkle of hope
If you just believe
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 3:23 am
╰☆╮ Name: Katarina Force ╰☆╮ Alias: Kali ╰☆╮ Team: Alpha, Apparently.╰☆╮ Ability: Shape Shifter ╰☆╮ Location: Academy: Roof ╰☆╮
"Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. The fearful are caught as often as the bold." ✬════━━┈┈┈☆┈┈┈━━════✬  Kat walked along the top of outer fence, watching with mild amusement as her potential peers drove off in sparkling gowns and scarlet heels… While that damnable partially plastic woman Frost had encouraged that she attend, the shape shifter had merely laughed her off. The woman seemed to think that it would be good for her to experience normal social interaction. Katarina had demanded to know just what exactly, was normal about an overrated dance…With oversexed teenagers that didn’t get out enough.
It just sounded…Boring.
Her little cat nails made soft sounds on the parapets of stone as she moved from one end of the gate to the other… Seeming as if she might slip into the shadows, and into freedom. Still, she dared not cross the line.
After a particularly tiresome incident with one Remy LeBeau…Escaping was no longer her priority. The small italian woman had requested to go into town. Headmaster Summers had been apprehensive…But he’d allowed it, so long as she got one of the more tenured X-Men to go with her. Truthfully, it had been a quick run…To pick up clothing and a few necessities from her last flat. That is, if the H.Y.D.R.A. agents after her hadn’t found it yet.
There had been no signs of forced entry…So she’d picked up her things, and they’d prepared to head towards a few boutiques, against Mr. LeBeau’s will. But on their way out of the second… They’d been ambushed. Between Gambit’s kinetically charged cards, and her volley of transformations…She didn’t have to worry about anyone coming after her at the Academy anytime soon…But there had been several close calls.
She still bore the signs of a tussle.
Catching a head of dark hair near the gate that was unfamiliar to her, she peered curiously over the edge…Meowing loudly to announce her presence. The girl in the blue coat seemed to shy back from the crowd…Not hiding, exactly, but observing. Hopping lithely down the wall, by way of a handy dandy tree branch…She promptly circled around the girls {Aghaveagh “Vee”} legs for a moment, tail curling around her ankle for a moment.
The shape shifter had once again spent the majority of her evening in the body of something else… And as such let her instincts take over. They told her to pester this girl. She might scratch her behind the ear. Or pet her tail. Or she might have catnip under that faintly tragic coat. Who knew? All good things, in Kitty-Katarina’s mind.
Purring faintly, she remained around the girl for a little while, before darting off. Something else had caught her minute attention span. It was shorter than usual while in the body of a cat. Most feline’s really didn’t…Care. Not unless it had something to do with food, territory, or protecting their young. But Katarina…Was intrigued by the noise. Knew the sound well.
Going places she shouldn’t be…Investigating things she shouldn’t know about…Finding people who didn’t want to be found…Those were her skills. So up the trellis to the mansion proper she went…Slipping a few times here or there, but still managing to find purchase where it was necessary. Though one thing thwarted her ninja-kitty skills.
Doorknobs.
Sighing, she stretched as she opened the balcony door on one of the uppermost floors—Rolling her body as she stretched. Trying to get used to feeling human again. To being human again… She’d remained in her animal forms as long as she could since arriving at the Xavier Compound. But eventually she had to shift back. It took concentration and effort to maintain a body that wasn’t her own… She could rest, cat nap, as it were…But if she truly fell asleep—No doubt she would shift back.
Closing the surprisingly unlocked French door behind her, she passed through the study unnoticed. There were students reading in oversized chairs…But none of them spared her so much as a glance. She shook her head, faintly disgusted. The people here were so used to explosions and intrusions that they didn’t blink to see a stranger come through a doorway on the third floor—To which they’d never entered.
She traveled up…Up staircases, and finally out the door to the roof. At least, that was where she’d last heard the noise. The sound of metal sliding out of skin…If she didn’t know any better, she would have said that someone was running someone else through on the roof. The Wolverine was off chaperoning the kiddies against his will…So that only left Veritas on the roof.
Though he could have moved by the time she arrived…She doubted it. She’d learned that he was a creature of habit. The roof was his space. It was where he’d stay, while he fell into a rather distinctive brooding process. Opening the door that let to the part of the roof that Gideon inhabited, she felt a breeze toss her auburn waves about her head… It felt nice. To feel the wind with her own skin.
The shape shifter wore a pair of dark dyed skinny jeans, tucked into low heeled boots…She donned heels on the occasion, but usually went for some kind of flat or running shoe…Unless she was on a job. Then pumps were usually required. She wore a simple white long sleeve sweater, that would have been modest, were it not for the fact that it was near backless. Of course, Gideon had likely heard her coming. Or smelled her perfume… Whatever extra-sensory roulette he’d chosen for the evening.
“Cat got your tongue?”, she taunted into the darkness…Able to see his silhouette in the dim lighting.
Of course, the master of being expressionless would either ignore her…Or just deign to accept her presence. But she was used to it by now. His attention came with a very, very cold wind. Silence fell, and she waited until she stood beside him to continue. “You’re really honing in on your brooding skills—Aren’t you?”
She paused, for a moment…For once, her tone seeming to even out as she dropped the snide voice of a slick city chick. It wasn’t rude or brash…It simply was. “If you want her so badly…Talk to her. Go get her. ”
There would be no question, who she was talking about. And by the gods, did it make her cringe to suggest that X-20 speak to the sound witch that had ruined him. But he’d been moping about for days like a sad little creature that had lost its mother… It was starting to make her feel physically ill, to watch the man that she considered her better appear beaten by some pathetic woman. “You’ve killed more men and women than I care to mention…But you’re cowering before one girl. It’s really not that hard…”
Pausing thoughtfully, she drew a breath…Exhaling slowly as she let herself shift again. The changes were subtle. Hair lengthening, eyes moving from gunmetal blue to green. They were about the same height…So it would likely take Gideon a moment to notice that she’d actually become the object of his affection. At the very least, until she spoke. She’d heard the Alpha leaders voice long enough, occasionally against her will, so it wasn't hard to reproduce it… Though it lacked any of her ability.
“Here. You can practice on me.”
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 12:43 pm
Name: Christian Spencer
Codename: Sidetrack
Team: Omega
Location: Halls, girls' wing
Current: It must be said: Suit up.  The timing of Christian’s arrival at Cissa’s room could most assuredly been construed as awkward. The moment he was given clearance to enter seemed to be the exact moment that Daylia decided to shirk her clothes for her own fitting. Instantly, he stopped dead in his tracks, cast his eyes to the ground and shuffled himself through the door. It wasn’t that he’d not seen a semi-nude female before, it was just extremely impolite to not avert his gaze. “ Hey, what’s up?,” Christian said when Daylia greeted him. “Sorry ‘bout that.”Settling his back against the nearest wall, Christian settled himself in slightly. Best for him to prepare for a rapid escape if it was necessary. Despite the lingering awkwardness, he was able to crack a wry smile at Cissa’s remarks. ”Spose there’s a lot you don’t know ‘bout me, ma’am.” Finally getting the courage to look forwards, he noticed that Daylia had been ushered behind a dressing screen. Out of sight, out of mind eh? Looking forward at his team’s leader, he listened intently before he spoke up. “Sounds intriguin’.” He smiled wide as he said that, moving to take a seat on the rather comfy looking couch. Even with his stance against stagnation, he was hard pressed to refuse a seat when it was offered. If anyone really knew Christian, they’d know whatever cracks or remarks he was making was to lighten his own mood. The shifter, Kat, did well enough to sour the rather easy going gathering that he’d left on the porch, causing him to tense up. Strange that he’d go from one assuredly tense situation to one that had the potential to be as well. He was just thanking his stars that Cissa was a seemingly good sport about it and hadn’t blasted him… yet. Before he settled into his seat, he offered both Aria and Quinn a quick hello as he stretched out slightly. He didn’t know how much time it would take to get through the entire process, so he figured he’d try and relax again. He needed to do something to try and calm himself, the sudden intake of whatever energy he did while sitting on the porch stacked on top of what he’d absorbed from Jubilee earlier. His head was surprisingly clear, but it was his stomach that was doing cartwheels over and over and over again. Christian was rather taken aback by that too; he figured he was over that kind of thing anymore. He had no clue how much time had passed, but he thought it to be way too short. It was his turn up to the plate. And as directed, he stood and began to discard his shirts at the very least, taking care to fold them up quickly and set them on the couch before heading to the ‘gallows’. In a way, Christian was glad he was the last in line. He wasn’t quite comfortable showing off the two rather nasty scars that adorned his torso, mainly because of him still not fully having a grip over the whole ordeal. With that thought in mind, he took a deep breath as the process began, flinching when Narcissa got close to the still very tender scar on his chest. That was something he was thinking it would take some time to get over. During all of this, Cissa seemed rather… chatty for lack of a better term. And if anything to completely catch off guard, it was her first comment that did it. What did she mean by before? He had a small thought, but didn’t say a word while she worked her magic, rather taking in and processing everything she had to say. “The session went well, ma’am,” was Christian’s only response to anything she had to say. Too bad that was a flat out lie. ***Time Skip*** Days had passed, and the prom was a short time away. There was no mistaking it, there was a palpable energy around the institute that anyone could cut with a spoon. Despite all that, Christian did what he could to maintain part of his normal routine throughout the day, though only opting to lightly exercise that morning. The only reason he was wanting to keep that up was because he knew he was days away from being told he was off the shelf. And he was wanting to get back into the full swing of things, despite the fact that he was still having problems wielding a firearm. But he was going to put those thoughts away for the evening; tonight the only thing he was concerned about was having a good time and having an enjoyable time around his friends and teammates. While he stood at the closest mirror, Christian began fixing his tie for a moment before stopping. He would definitely have to thank Narcissa for this again. This was the one and only time he actually thought he looked halfway decent, and he’d be hornswoggled if he was going to get rid of this particular suit. Adjusting the sleeves slightly, he tried to remember when it was he last wore something like this and drew a complete blank. During that process, he managed to catch a glimpse at his watch and noticed the time. It seemed he was running out of it, and needing to put some hurry up on him getting out amongst the populous. If anyone would have seen him, they’d probably be astonished by a couple things. The fact that he was actually clean shaven would be one of them. The other thing was the direction he was heading. True, he did intend on going to prom, but by himself. It was his good fortune that Aria had stopped him in the halls after the fitting session, inquiring about all of that. After a good few moments of conversation, the next thing he knew, Aria had told Christian to pick her up… roughly a few minutes from now. And he was definitely hard pressed to turn down a semi-informal invitation. That was days prior, and now, Christian found himself walking through the halls towards the girl’s dorm rooms. There was a slight sense of déjà vu concerning that long walk, but he shook it off. Glancing at his watch as he turned the corner, he noticed he’d made good time after all. His stride shortened when he saw Roland standing there, looking as nervous as a rabbit caught downscope. “You do realize predatory mammals can sense fear, right?,” Christian said, in an attempt to try and lighten his teammate’s nerves. The poor guy was shaking something fierce; in a way Christian kind of felt bad for Kerri and hoped the lass would put the corsage on herself. He would have kept on his way if he didn’t notice that the door he was needing to be at was the one right next to the room Roland stood at. Christian did have his own nerves to deal with, but that was something easily overcame. Acting instead of thinking about it, he knocked softly yet firmly on the door to Aria’s room, hoping that his arrival would be a pleasant and welcomed surprise. With his presence known, Christian leaned his shoulder against the wall, facing towards his fellow Omega. “You’ll have to forgive me,” Christian said with a grin, “Couldn’t help it. Seriously though. You gotta lighten up, loosen up. Relax. Take a deep breath or somethin’.” Funny, Christian trying to help someone else out on a date when he’d not been on a quote, unquote real date since he’d left home years ago. He just hoped that whatever nervous jitters Roland was giving off didn’t worm their way to Christian. That would be all he need, especially after beginning to take those chances as he resolved to himself a week ago. OOC: All the prom stuff contained within has been with the permission and approval of ScribbledLies. *nodnod*
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 4:18 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?: Prommm  Aria watched in silence as her teammates were fitted, turning her head slightly towards Christian as he entered the room and offered him a slight nod at his greeting. She turned to Quinn and smiled, this was turning out better than she could have expected.
She was up now, and after a few quick measurements she was sent off. She then lingered outside the room to wait for her opportunity to ask Christian some questions.
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Aria's movements were graceful and delicate as she moved about in her new dress, thanks to her team leader. It was absolutely gorgeous. A black slim-fitting dress that extended to her ankles. It was incredibly easy to move around in thanks to the slit on the left side, causing the fabric to move easier and not constrict around her legs. It had silver accents about it that were nice, but they weren't incredibly large.
She had straightened her already straight hair to cause it to flatten out more than usual, and added a black hair-piece that looked like a strange tiara minus all the jewels and things. She was currently standing in front of the mirror staring at herself. Something was missing... her hands were bare and showed just how pale she was. Being a natural red head meant she didn't tan well, and she cursed herself for that. The paleness of her skin did look well with the dress, but the dress was a not sleeved. It was held up by two criss-crossing straps across her bosom.
She pursed her lips for a moment before reaching into a drawer. She had snuck out the past couple days to snag a few accessories for the prom, if she was going to go she was going in style. She put on two identical thin silver bracelets that held a obsidian stones in the middle. She surprisingly knew a lot about stones, the ones that were supposed to have special properties. Obsidian stones were rumored to be stones that were able to protect you from negative energies, along with helping you change or alter yourself, and even give you insight. She could use all of these tonight. She was surprisingly superstitious, not that she would admit it. She believed in ghosts and those kinds of things.
A light knock at the door broke her from her thoughts and she gave herself one final look. "Alright..." She opened the door and smiled at Christian. "Looks like you clean up nice..." She gave him a once over and smiled. "Let me just slip on my shoes and we'll hit the road... well halls." She left the door open and walked to her bed, slipping on two black heeled shoes. She was sure to get shoes that weren't very high, seeing as she was already tall enough. She did up the straps that stretched up past her heels and stood up with little effort. She was able to dance in higher heeled shoes, these were nothing. She smiled and did a double take on herself in the mirror.
"Oh crap, almost forgot!" She ran over to her closet and pulled out a small black shawl. Like the dress it had silver in it, but this seemed more build into the fabric. She slipped it on letting it loosely fall about her bare shoulders. "Much better." She smiled and walker over to Christian "All ready, lead the way." She smiled and realized something, "Shoot, Christian are you any good at dancing? I completely forgot to ask before!" She mentally slapped herself, how could she forget! "I mean, can you lead? I can lead if we need, I'm used to being the 'male' in the dances since I'm so..." She trailed off for a bit before mutter 'manly' under her breath.
Objectable Obelisk Concurs: Just messed around to make it longer :3 Idk what happened with Aylin, so I'm just going to act like she isn't there? idk. 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: Sat Dec 31, 2011 5:04 pm
"Ya'll Never Stop...
You keep me on My Job....
And they be trying to Copy and Paste Me...
Copy and Paste Me" "I'm on....
And I be in my zone...
And they be trying to Copy and Paste me...
Copy and Paste Me..." "Copy and Paste me"
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Marcel Porter
▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀   Prom had finally arrived and Marcel didn't know what to do. He didn't exactly have to go, but if he didn't go, then he was sure he would do something that he found repetitive. Maybe this would give him a chance to be more social with other people. He wasn't exactly sure how well that would bode out with other people. He knew who to avoid mostly because of their reputation around the school or what they were known for. Instead, he would try to converse with those he was familiar with. Going at a later time wasn't a bad idea either. He could get through easily with a crowd. Crowds annoyed him. A whole lot of confusion ran through with crowds. He could wait it out somewhere though, explore the university. He would be at the campus in another year or so depending on how everything turned out at the Academy currently, so it didn't hurt to walk around the place some if he was given permission to do so. Thing was that he tended to do things without permission a lot of times.
Now that his decision was out of the way, he now had to find some clothes to wear for the event. He didn't like dressing up a lot. The shoes made too much noise, the pants always felt weird, and he felt they made him move slow. He would have a spare set of clothes stashed off somewhere or he would wear something under his clothes. It was still a work in progress. In the meantime, he found something he deemed decent enough to wear and began to iron it. After doing that.he ran the usual routine of things to follow: Take a shower, brush teeth, keep up with his hygiene, and finally get dressed. He was ready after a good hour or so. He was trying to take as long as needed. If that was the case, he would have been done by now. He examined the dress shoes. They annoyed him a lot. The sound they made when on hard ground. The cheaper they were, the louder they were. He placed them on and then made sure he had the other essentials ready. He would be looking at his phone back and forth for incoming messages or toying around with some app on there. He was now ready to go.
Marcel hopped in some vehicle piled up with other students as well. He didn't mind riding in a crowded place like that. It wasn't even anything to complain about. He didn't complain about things a lot though. It could have been worse. When they arrived at the University, he got out the van in a fast manner and walked into the building. He examined the room. It looked nice from it's nifty colors to the scenery itself. Was it wrong to think that something bad was going to happen tonight? He could see it all, people running amok here, their powers and abilities being displayed on somebody else, fights breaking out, or just some random reason altogether. It was at that thought and time that he would go find a table and chair that was in the far back. After finding an empty seat, he placed a coat on it and walked out. Now that he was done imagining the possibilities and who couldn't imagine chaos running around in that place with the way it looked, he was off to running about the campus. He wanted to explore it some before everything just really started off.  "Copy, Paste.
Copy, copy, paste"
"They be trying to Copy and Paste me"
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Team: Alpha
Code Name: Tsunami
Location: Hallways
Ability: Hydrokinesis
Thoughts: Is it wrong to think something could go wrong tonight?
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2012 7:39 pm
 Scorch
Robert Mason Jr.
Alpha - Team
Lounge >>| Outside Bianca's Dorm - Location
Wait... did I say something wrong? >>| Do re me fa so la si do si do - Currently Rob was shocked when Farren suddenly rejoined the conversation, mainly because when she faded out of the conversation, she might have slipped his mind. Of course, it wasn't surprising to see Elliot suddenly up and leave after Farren's comment; even Rob had to admit that rabies was taking it a little too far. "Don't worry about it," Rob tried to answer Eli, but whether or not the kid heard remained a mystery. Apparently he really wanted to get out of there. A fraction of a second later his attention was drawn back to the floramancer, as she called over her fellow Omegas, requesting them to join. The key word being fellow. Though that did offer a better explanation behind the comment. If his brief encounter with Narcissa was anything to go by, that damn near fit perfectly. "Oh, I'm sure Narcissa would be positively thrilled to hear her Omega's were mingling with us Alpha's, what with us being diseased and all." His sarcastic tone should have been more than enough to reveal his honest opinion about their team lead; that he really didn't care what she thought.
---- Time Skip ----
After more attempts than he'd ever admit to anyone, ever, Rob finally managed to straighten up his perfectly tied, fluoro orange tie before pulling on the matching vest. It was weird to see his reflection was actually clean shaven for once. His face felt so bare, so exposed, so vulnerable; he idly rubbed his chin again to recheck his handiwork, so smooth. He was impressed. After sliding in to his jacket, he brushed off some stray fluff before adding the final touch. Though the world became considerably darker, the Aviators were the one piece that made it all work. He had to be honest, after checking himself out in the tall mirror one final time, he never thought he actually wear this technically stolen suit. He had rented it to wear for his high school formal before coming to the academy, but between the school burning down and his sudden relocation to the States, there wasn't a lot of time for him to return the thing. It was a good thing he stopped growing when he was fourteen.
Giving himself that confident, reassuring nod that you do when you're literally looking your best, Rob collected the rather vibrant corsage on his bed, okay, so he liked bright colours, he left his dorm and headed quite casually through the halls towards Bianca's room. It was possible that a lot of people would have been a nervous wreck by this stage, but Rob never really looked far enough ahead to actually test out his nerves. It was both a blessing and a curse. After arriving at her dorm room's door, and double checking to make sure it was the right one, he gave it a sharp rap before attempting his best impersonation of one of the more nasally clerks that was floating around the academy, though back in reality it probably sounded more like a chipmunk with a cold. "Delivery for Miss Cosima." Straightening up, Rob moved to the side of the door and stared straight ahead, down the hallway, looking more like a 5'4 bodyguard than a student. All he needed was the ear-piece thingy. He mentally kicked himself for not thinking far enough ahead to get one. Both a blessing and a curse.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2012 7:39 pm
Kerrigan Schwartz
Codename: Knoxx
Team: Omega
Location: Lounge || Dorm Room
Current Thoughts: Pop-u-lar  Orchid chided her for the positive reaction she had to Roland's asking her to prom, the redhead giving her a small smile as she was mockingly scolded. The redhead gave a small pout when her standards were called into question, not wanting the girl to think any less of her because she was not a part of all the Prom drama. But, she'd missed the last one, when she was actually in High School, so it was only natural for her to get excited about this one, right? And there were worse people to go with - she had no reason at all to dislike Roland at this point, and it was always nice to have an excuse to get to know teammates that she'd been previously inexperienced with. It didn't mean that she and the hair-manipulator couldn't hang out at the dance if they wanted to, which she was sure to suggest to the girl as the drawing continued and Jackson took his leave. The girl seemed confident in her dancing abilities, Kerrigan laughing with her own confident smirk. " One of the good things about my ability is that it makes me a really good dancer. Sounds like a plan to me," she responded, almost with a hint of challenge in her tone. It was a great perk of her abilities, but one that seldom got used, and was even less seldomly recognized. Despite the allegations that she was a "work in progress," Kerrigan was pretty set in her ways, despite the fact that she had a pretty shoddy dating record when it came to the opposite sex. " Wouldn't it be once the car parked?" She offered the girl a playful smirk, Lillian approaching to Kerrigan pleasant surprise. As the conversation once more turned to her date, she laughed slightly at everyone's apparent concern for her safety during this whole ordeal. Even Orchid voiced her apparently pleasure at being able to take care of the guy if it came down to that - poor Roland was coming into this thing with everything against him. Perhaps he didn't know what he was getting himself in to when he asked her. Before she knew it, the picture was done, the redhead's interest piqued in her teammate's eccentric choice of wardrobe, though she said nothing. It would definitely be better to wait and see it. Instead, she turned her sights on the picture being handed to her, the redhead, tossing her half-way dried hair over her shoulders as she at up to receive it. " You certainly have a talent there," she said with a smile, reaching out to touch it but seeming to think better of it in case she smudged it. Orchid offered to spray it so it wouldn't smudge for later, the redhead giving an enthusiastic nod. " I'd like that, thanks. Something nice to hang on my wall." A soft chuckle escaped her as she moved to get up, eyes traveling to the other group that she was supposed to go say hi to when she was done. With thoughts and conversations turning to Prom, she was just starting to think about all the preparations that needed to be made. --------------------  " Are you sure this isn't too tight?" Kerrigan ran her hands along the curves of her hips as she stood in front of the full length mirror in her shared bedroom with Cissa. The blonde had been instrumental in her dress decision, and of course, she didn't disappoint. The dress was elegant and fitted, the deep red color actually complimentary despite her doubts when she'd seen it for the first time - a dream for any girl looking forward to a night on the town. Only problem was, that she didn't fell entirely like herself in it, especially with her hair and make-up done. Roland would be arriving any minute at this point - there was no time to change. Turning once more in the mirror, she looked back over her shoulder, the dress as flattering from the back as it was from the front. With everything going on in the political arena with the Registration Act, it would be nice for them to get some time away from all the drama and get to be the kids that they were, even if it was just for a little while. Her green eyes, accentuated by dark make-up, turned on her roomie, glancing at the clock. Kerrigan knew that look - someone was about to be late on Cissa-time. That wouldn't bode well for poor Felix. Thankfully, there was a knock on the door a few seconds later, which the blonde answered. Kerrigan moved over to the bed, sitting down and pulling on her strappy silver heels and making sure that she had everything she needed in her clutch. She smiled at Felix as he entered the room, giving him a small incline of her head to at least acknowledge his entrance before she went back to making sure her hair was alright before her own date arrived. It wasn't too much longer before another knock came to the door, the redhead stepping across the room to answer it. Roland looked a little nervous as he stood there waiting for her, a broad smile gracing her lips as she sidestepped the door frame to allow him entry. " Well, look at you. Everyone cleans up so nice around here," she said with a slight laugh, her hand moving down to hold the end of her dress up so she didn't step on it while backtracking. Her eyes darted down to the corsage in his hands, smiling as she closed the door after him to step over to her desk, where a boutonniere waited for him. Opening the had plastic container, she held it up towards him with a grin. " Looks like we both went the traditional route. Hope you like roses."
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2012 11:44 pm
 xxx xxx v e e x x x x x x x x x x x Alpha | "Sleet" | Cyrokinesis | In the Hallways, 2nd Floor M c M U R P H Y
The line of kids that passed through the front gates seemed endless; boy after boy, girl after girl. Vee looked over each one, albeit missing one every now and then. The difference between these students of Academy X and the students she'd gotten used to back in her hometown was easy to spot. Though the kids tried their best to make the atmosphere light and easy-going, Vee could tell that most of the smiles and laughs were fake. She could see the tensed muscles in most of their bodies. And she could see, just from looking at their faces, that they had gone through traumas of their own.
A feline meow interrupted her thoughts. Vee froze, all muscles tense. A slim cat [Katarina] leaped from the wall behind Vee and landed gracefully at her feet. It eyed her for a moment, almost innocently. Circled her legs. Vee could feel its tail wrap lightly around her ankle for a moment. Then it simply sat by her feet, purring every once in a while. Vee remained still and tense, studiously observing the kids that passed by.
Vee didn't like cats. Something about their eyes unnerved her. They're supposed to be graceful, they way they walk about with a light foot. Beautiful, with their soft coats and body. But Vee only ever noticed their eyes and their claws. She was always nervous around cats. However, this one seemed harmless enough. For the moment.
After a while, the cat looked up, as if something caught her eye, and scampered off. Vee only spared it a fleeting glance, breathed an inaudible sigh of relief, and continued observing the prom attendees.
A little while more, and Vee decided that she'd seen enough of the kids to know what to expect in the future. She slid off the bench and quickly headed back to the Institute. She passed by the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. As a cyrokinetic, which was technically a water element ability, it was crucial to always keep hydrated. She walked down the halls. Through a window, she saw a boy [Elliot] snacking by the pool. She wondered for a moment why he wasn't on his way to prom like the rest of them, but didn't think about it any farther than that.
Vee took the main staircase up to the second level. Somewhere in the middle of the right wing, near her dorm room, she slowed and leaned against the window to observe the front of the Academy and enjoy the soft moonlight that shone through.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 7:27 am
уσυ cαη'т нι∂є уσυя ℓуιη' єуєѕ
αη∂ уσυя ѕмιℓє ιѕ α тнιη {∂ιѕgυιѕє}
ι тнσυgнт ву ησω уσυ'∂ яєαℓιzє
тнєяє αιη'т ησ ωαу тσ нι∂є уσυя ℓуιη єуєѕ.
ƈσđεŋąɱε: Flintlocke ℓσƈąŧïσŋ: Was in my car, now I'm wandering around heading towards the pool. þσщεŗ: Molecular Mimicry. ŧɧσųɠɧŧş: I can't seriously believe that I'm blocked in. Oh well, time to go kill some time.щεąŗïŋɠ: Too much black? Ah, who cares._________________ƬΣΔΜ ΔLƤHΔ_________________ Reggie had known that there would be a lot of kids heading to prom, but she hadn't thought that she would be completely blocked into the parking space. She sighed and thumped her head back against the seat, figuring that she should have left earlier instead of lollygagging with some of the younger students who were trying to catch rides. She hadn't really done anything, just talked, but that one kid had been funny as hell, and before long they had gotten into a joking contest. Reggie, naturally, won, but it had still taken up ten minutes of her time, and in that ten minutes everyone and their mother had decided to leave at the same exactly the same time. Humph, figures. Reggie usually had incredible luck, but it seemed that her hidden Lady had ditched her tonight in the pursuits of highschool romance. The thought made Reggie chuckle and she turned off her car and stepped out, deciding to go find something to do to kill time until the roads cleared a little. She wasn't concerned about being late to prom, not at all. In fact, she would like nothing more. She hadn't even been planning to go straight there anyways. Honestly, she hadn't known what she was going to do, but going straight to prom would have made her feel too eager for whatever it was that people saw in prom. That was something that the short haired girl just didn't understand, and she pondered on these thoughts as she went back into the Academy, wandering around the first floor. What did people see in prom? Reggie saw a chance to have a little mischievous fun, play a few pranks and maybe even spike the punch. Call her a cynic if you wanted to, but she just didn't see the majesty and romance of it all. It was just another high school dance, one that they just so happened to ask you to dress up for. It was just a huge time for scrambling around and wasting money. Didn't believe her? The first and seemingly most important thing was that kids scrambled to find dates. For some poor souls, it was the end of the world if they didn't have a date. Second came scrambling to find the perfect dress. This was a secret no one would tell you, but prom was a lot harder for girls than it was for guys. Oh yeah, the guys had it easy. They just went and rented a suit that matched their date's dress color. But girls... Well Reggie felt sorry for them. They had to hunt for a dress that wasn't the same as anyone else's. They spent hours on hair and make up and still sometimes cried because they didn't think they looked good enough. And before you ask, Reggie had very little make up on. And most of the items on her body, excluding the dress itself had come from her aunt. And she wasn't in the least bit ashamed. Reggie wandered around for awhile longer before catching a glimpse of someone out by the pool. Curious, she went outside and stood by the door, smirking at Elliot as he munched on some snacks from a bowl. Without really thinking about her actions, Reggie stepped forwards into the light and chuckled, husky voice carrying across the short distance to the young man, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything, Elliot." She brushed a lock of hair out of her eye and watched the boy in slight amusement, "Not into the whole prom ordeal, huh?"му, σн му, уσυ ѕυяє кησω нσω тσ αяяαηgє тнιηgѕ уσυ ѕєт ιт υρ ѕσ [ωєℓℓ], ѕσ cαяєƒυℓℓуαιη'т ιт ƒυηηу нσω уσυя ηєω ℓιƒє ∂ι∂η'т cнαηgє тнιηgѕ уσυ'яє ѕтιℓℓ тнє ѕαмє σℓ∂ gιяℓ уσυ υѕє∂ тσ вє.. ((Out. Of. Classical: ))
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 8:05 pm
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Bianca had spent the last hour or so getting ready for prom and trying to make sure every aspect of her outfit and makeup was perfect if possible. Still after everything was said and done she still didn't think she looked very good. Putting her hair up Bianca sighed her face taking a contemplative gaze at herself in the mirror for what seemed like the tenth time in the last ten minutes she tried to size herself up. Resisting the urge to literally let her head hit the wall near her Bianca decided to leave it alone. Then she mentally attempted to go over what dancing she knew in an attempt to not look like a complete fool. She was sure the act would prove futile in the end.
Trying to decide if she should change something about her appearance she was interrupted as suddenly there was a knock on her door. Looking at it for a moment her stomach full of butterflies she heard what sounded like a chipmunk mention a delivery for her. Giving the door a sigh she stood up and cleared her throat trying to not sound half as nervous as she felt. "Coming." Taking a deep breath Bianca closed the distance between her and the door and opened it. Giving Rob a small smile she gave him a once over. "You look handsome." She was sure the compliment was lost as it came out barely above a whisper.
The umbrakinetic looked back in her room as if to try and decide if she forgot anything before holding up a finger. "Just give me a second and I will be ready okay?" Disappearing back inside for a few moments she returned and closed her dorm door behind her with a smile. "Okay I am ready whenever you are." After she finished she waited for him to either say something or lead the way.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 8:04 pm
Omega, Location: Kerri's Room
Well at least we're both traditional about this kind of thing Christian had been so kind as to provide a clever ribbing at him regarding the ability of animals to sense fear. His fellow teammate was a good joker, it even made him laugh a bit. He was right, fact is he needed to relax a bit. "Well you're not taking out the best friend of a walking nuclear weapon are we?" he replied to him half-heartedly. His nerves had begun to settle a bit, his shaking stop a tad. He took in a deep breath,and let the air fill into his lungs. It made him realize that this was his night to have. He'd been having nights of unrest and anxiety. Times where he'd wake in the middle of the night with a scream building up in his throat, but he dared not provide the next invitation to have him classified. He dealt with his issues in therapy, and on his own. Were it not for his frequent visits to the Danger Room he'd likely try and hurt someone to relieve the stress. But tonight was a night meant for him, his night to just let the stress go and ignore the problems he had. Looking back at Christian, a bit calmer he said to him with a general pleasantness and appreciation, "Thanks. I needed a good ribbing." And then the door opened and Roland was in for one hell of a surprise. Kerrigan in her prom dress. And man did she look good. His golden eyes brightened in an involuntary reflex of excitement as he saw the beautiful red head in a rather ravishing red dress. It matched her hair almost perfectly, and it definitely did not hide her figure at all. Her athletic figure fit beneath the dress tightly, and frankly it now made him even more enjoyed the idea of bringing her to the dance. It frankly made him a bit more happy he made this decision. Guess sometimes taking the right risk is worth the rewards. Dr. Grey would be proud. Giving Felix a polite nod, he looked to his date and replied to her, "Thanks, granted I feel like a bit of a dog compared to you. You look like a gem, a walking ruby if I may say." To compare her to a ruby may be a bit strong, but frankly he didn't care. He was quite excited really to see what the night might bring. She let him in, and he saw the small smile she had when she saw the corsage. She walked over to the boutonniere that sat on her desk and held it up. "It looks we both did. And the rose looks lovely." he replied, undoing the packaging to his corsage. Opening the box, he revealed a simple white lily corsage. Looking to her with a simple smile, he gave her a small chuckle, "Well if you don't mind, I'd like to place this, but I'm afraid I'll damage the material. I bet that Narcissa would have my head." The lily corsage was a simple gesture, one that he hoped she would enjoy. With some hope, the night would end well for the both of them. Would it end with the night turning intimate? Doubtful. Would it end well though? Yeah, he thought so.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 8:06 pm
Scorch
Robert Mason Jr.
Alpha - Team
Academy >> University - Location
What cou- Trying desperately not to jinx it - Currently Rob's eyes drifted back to the door as Bianca entered the hallway. Between the pyrokinetic being positively stunned and the umbrakinetic speaking at barely above a whisper, Rob almost missed the compliment. Almost. Though he did have to think about it for a second to actually figure out what she said. Finally able to take control of his tongue again, Rob returned the smile she offered. "You look... incredible," he said, honestly struggling for words as he admired her gown. He was silently thankful when she disappeared back into her dorm, as it gave him a chance to recollect his wits and remember that he was holding a corsage, and that the idea was to give it to your date. The night had barely started and he was already off to such a great start!
When Bianca returned, Rob somehow managed to remain aware enough to bring out the corsage from behind his back. "I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to give this to you," he offered jokingly, mainly to pay himself out more than anything. Stepping to the side, Rob swept his arms out towards the end of the hallway before addressing Bianca in a proper tone. "M'Lady, your chariot awaits." Oddly enough, he had managed to secure one of the cars in his name for tonight, due in no small part to the "Organise Transportation" he had scrawled on a wall in his dorm in big black letters, a much more effective reminder than tying some string around your finger. Letting Bianca take the lead, technically, Rob escorted her to the car park and opened the passenger side door for her with complete chivalry. Naturally, the expression on his face made it obvious that he was just having fun with it, far from taking the ordeal seriously. The idea of the night was to unwind, after all. Rob tactfully avoided turning the radio on in the car, preferring not to risk the chance of there being another reminder about the Registration Act. Just thinking about it darkened his mood, probably explain why the trip to the Frontier University was a quiet one.
Finally, pulling into the park at the University, Rob turned to offer Bianca a warm smile, as if to say "here we go" before pointedly rushing out and around the car to open her door for her. "You ready for this, or do you still have yourself convinced that you are a boring person?" he asked, his tone full of mirth, before locking the car and taking her arm. "You've still got plenty of time to change your mind, since technically we're not at the prom until we go through those doors," he teased, the stupid grin almost taking in his entire face as he motioned towards the University. Needless to say, he was expecting to get hit.
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