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 Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 9:05 pm
OMEGA:Warning extreme sulking ahead!! You have been warned..  Time had passed it was now the day of the prom. He had tried again to talk to Bella but like before it didn't work. The fact still remained Gideon and Isabella needed to have a conversation, but how can that happen if the other person runs away, or their powers start to be unstable and things around them start to crack every time you get near them? Needless to say, Gideon did not like the feeling this was leaving him with; this kind of pain was one that his healing factor could not repair. There just was this empty feeling and he hated it. It was the one that he felt only in those times he and Bella were apart, only this time was worse. This time she was right there, with no great distance between them. At least not physically anyway. No... this time Bella was right in front of him, and wanted nothing to do with him. He hadn't even been allowed to talk to her to try and sort things out. And the feeling didn't stop there; he had caught a glimpse of her in her attire for prom. It was times like this normally they would be together and she would be practically bouncing with excitement. When he saw her there was no excitement to be found in her being; the woman who loved to dance wasn't elated to be going to a place where she could. There was no going with her to dance – something he had always enjoyed. When they danced, there was always this look in her eyes that let him know if she could be dancing forever with him, she would. Part of him wanted to go to the dance. He knew that if he asked her to dance there she would agree even if reluctantly since it was the polite thing to do. But the other part knew he would not be able to handle seeing her dancing with another if she chose to do so... especially with the way things are between them at the moment. And all of this left him feeling heart sick; he missed her beyond reason. For one genetically designed to deal with pain, nothing could prepare one for this kind. He was sure it would hurt less to dig his own heart out with a rusty spoon covered in barbs as salt was ground into the gaping wound. His claws slid out slowly from his left hand and back in idly. So he watched the sky trying to tune out that feeling. But he couldn't no matter how he tried it wouldn't work. The breeze wasn't as strong as it normally was up on the roof; Storm or one of the wind controllers must have been keeping it calm around the mansion. Probably so all the people in their fancy clothes don't have anything mussed thanks to the wind. Gideon had almost just lulled himself into dulling all his senses and living temporarily in his own little world. A dangerous thing for one to do in this world especially one with his history. But no his ears heard someone approaching and was easy enough to pick out it being Kat. She was the one who liked to bug him when ever possible. Granted he did get that he was the closest like her having has a similar deal at HYDRA as she. But he still thought that by now at least one other would of caught her interest. In this time he had been oblivious to the points of his claws sliding back into his right hand as the wounds healed up after being out only moments before. And it wasn't a reaction to Kat's presence either that drew them forth. No some how his body seemed to idly do this on its own as he had been trying unsuccessfully to ignore the feeling inside. Granted, it may be close to his normal but Gideon was simply laying on the roof wearing only a pair of old jeans that the hemline on both legs was were quite frayed with age. At almost any other given time if he were up here, his hair would no doubt be being blown around by the wind. Gideon just let the girl speak; she would anyway. That was until she said something about him just going and talking to Bella. As he processed what she said, he peered over at her by slightly moving his head, though still remaining in his lazy position on the roof. He had tried to do just that, but how do you talk to someone who freaks out at the mere sight of you anymore? Seriously... the smell of fear, the look of sadness and almost terror in the other person's eyes. He honestly would face any of the X-men's foes – hell, all of them rather than see that dejection in reflect back at him, knowing that he was the cause. "Yes yes I am a killer, a weapon, a HYDRA texperiment. I feel nothing when taking a life - I lose no sleep... Nothing over it. But the way she looks at me now... her pained expression... It's worse than all the wounds I have inflicted or have had inflicted to me combined." He thought it bad to say but he wouldn't lie; it was worse to think that this was why HYDRA wanted him to be without feelings. The emotional wounds damage far more than the physical. His eyes had drifted from Kat back to the sky. He knew thanks to Kat's training, she probably thought him more damaged and broken... so far from being the weapon that made all at HYDRA speak as if he were the boogey man. But he couldn't help it; something happened when he met Isabella. There was no explaining it just that something inside him felt right complete when he was with her. Then his gaze fell back upon her when she mentioned he could practice on her. His body tensed his fists clenched. Then in one swift motion he was on his feet an upon her. "CHANGE BACK NOW!!!" He roared. There was just something about seeing Kat as Bella, his love that felt so very wrong. He didn't like it one bit. "Or you will just end up another on the long list of people that I stole the life from." Gideon wouldn't be surprised if people start looking from windows toward the roof; one of the instructors would probably be showing up real soon.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 11:54 pm
xxxxName: Jacen Reilly [Kraken]
xxTeam: Omega
xxLocation: Prom Fixing his tie was getting to be a hassle. He could get it tied, no problem, but he wanted it perfect. All the pictures for ties he had ever seen showed them knotted with a perfect little triangle, and for the love of Thor, he could not get this thing into a perfect triangle. Seriously, what was the point of this piece of fabric anyway? Some mainlander decides to help an attacker by putting a pull-to-tighten noose around his own neck before hand? He ended up dropping the thing down to fall onto his chest, which already had his dress shirt buttoned up on it. He had to say he wasn’t very fond of this tuxedo. It wasn’t because the style of course, for he was aware that Narcissa had a sense of fashion that superseded most in the academy, especially his own. He even liked the colors; all black with red tie and gold buttons and cufflinks. They reminded him of his uniform. It was the (perceived) lack of mobility that frustrated him. At least that ratty old tux from his first prom had been broken in enough to leave room for flexibility. What type of clothing was made to feel as though it’d tear at the first backflip? Any normal person would find this to be a non-issue. Jacen looked to the rust-red and yellow rodent laying on the bed in his one-person dorm room, “How do I look?” Hero simply gazed over at him, before turning back to do those rodent things rodents do. In the end, He hadn’t said anything about the flexibility because, after all, it was just prom. What’s the worst that could happen? ///Frontier UniversitySince, without a license, driving himself to the dance was out of the question, he took the shuttle provided by the academy. It really was amazing how annoying underclassman could be when you gave them super-powers. They didn’t really bother Jacen, but Cannonball certainly seemed less than thrilled by his job for the night. He kept running his fingers through his combed-back hair as he stepped through the front doors, before raising his brows. Emma had outdone herself here: he could barely recognize the college under these decorations. He made his way through what was just getting underway as a dance, glancing and waving at any couples he knew. He stopped at a table populated by fellow omega-gone-stag Leion. “Hey dude, having fun?” he asked, looking about the room as he took a seat on the back of a chair.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2012 9:02 pm
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Team ↠ AlphaxxLocation ↠ Pool Side, away from the dance. Eli coughed as his concentration was broken by Reggie asking if she was interrupting anything. "No." He lied. In truth, he was sitting there, conjuring up ideas, equipment he could make to help his fellow teammates in the field. One of the ideas that came to mind was one that would actually benefit Reggie. He shook the thoughts of the ideas and pushed them to the back of his mind and listened to her next question. "No, I've never heard of it until I got here. The idea of it sounds ridiculous and annoying. Not to mention my social awkwardness and social anxiety. Not so good." He stated. He looked to his bowl of snack mix and hesitantly decided to share. It felt weird giving an open gesture to someone. But he felt fine with it, after all she was only one person and being a bit more open with just one person present wouldn't set off his awkwardness or anxiety. "What about you? You're dressed up quite beautifully, yet you're still here. Why's that?" Eli asked curiously. If she intended to go, but was making no effort to leave by standing pool side, what was the purpose of staying? Laying back down, Eli grabbed one of the Orange Crush Soda bottles he was hoping to save for just himself, but hell -- there was one more --, he decided it would be somewhat decent to make a friend without overriding his social disorders by trying to be more friendly with a large group of people. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
OOC ↠ Takin' ma orange crush.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 4:26 pm
 Name: Christian Spencer
Codename: Sidetrack
Team: Omega
Location: Aria's room... for the moment
Current: Think I left my jaw somewhere in Poughkeepsie...“No,” Christian said, chuckling at Roland’s remark. “Just the best friend of someone who can melt your face off.” But he knew there was nothing to worry about. For all intents and purposes, when he met both Aria and Quinn it went surprisingly well, and he had a feeling he wouldn’t have to worry about having any of his flesh melted away. “No problem, any time,” Christian said, his shoulder still resting on the door frame. He was definitely grateful that Roland didn’t get upset at his joke and decide to clock Christian across the jaw. Sometimes, people were just a little too uptight and he was glad that Roland seemed to lighten up a bit. There was virtually no time wasted from when he knocked on Aria’s door to when she actually opened it. The moment he heard the latch click open, he pushed himself off the wall and stood stock still when Aria greeted him. Seeing her dressed to the nines definitely made him do a double take. “Th… thanks,” Christian said, actually struggling to find the right words to say. Naturally, he did see her giving him the once over, a courtesy he extended himself. “Yea, no problem at all.” Aria had left the door open, something Christian took as an invite to enter. Sticking true to his nature, he stood near the door and just observed, listening to what it was the newer Omega member had to say. He let out a chuckle at her remarks, not really saying much at all. In fact, he was quite stunned. He did remember running into the lass days prior and he had no idea she would clean up this well herself. Christian was definitely thinking he made the right choice in accepting the girl’s invite to the prom. Smiling wide when Aria grabbed her shawl, Christian could only manage one word at that moment. “Stunning,” he said quietly, not sure if she heard him or not. She may or may not have, but as soon as the words fell from his lips, Aria was ready to vacate and get the show on the road. “Sounds good,” he said, opening up some space between his right arm and torso. It always was proper to be gentlemanly, right? When he thought about the fact earlier that he’d not been on a real date in ages, he wasn’t lying to himself about that. Heck, the last time he’d even been to a prom was when he was at his old school. It just so happened one of the senior cheerleaders wanted him to be an arm piece that evening. That was the price for him playing sports and being bumped up to the varsity level when he was only fifteen. But there he was, on the cusp of doing the dating thing again and he honestly hoped he wasn’t coming off as a doe-eyed child. He was about to step foot out of her room when Aria asked him a rather pointed question. Was he any good at dancing? Not… especially, but he could manage. At least he hoped he could. But he absorbed all she had to say, even what it was she muttered under her breath. Christian was hard pressed to just let that hang in the air like that. “Stop,” he quipped, “If you were, I’m not quite sure you’d be able to wear that dress as well as you are.” The smile never left his face, hoping that would provide some sort of reassurance. But, as for an answer to her question… “You can lead, that’s fine. Besides, that IS your element, correct?” He made that remark, aware of what the lass was doing when he first introduced himself; dancing in the gardens. “Ma’am?,” he said, extending his hand towards Aria. She had said she was ready to leave, he was ready to leave as well, so there was no point in delaying the inevitable. OOC: Not much of a surprise, but it is rather shitty. Sorry.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 8:30 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 had barely noticed Christian's stumbling upon his own words, she was used to being surrounded by girls and being that her best friend was pretty damn shy it was second nature to her by now. She wasn't oblivious to him returning her once over, although he might have snuck a few glances as she turned her back.
A smile graced her face at Christian's compliment, and had stayed there as she moved about. It wasn't until she had started speaking again that it had disappeared. Her face flushed a deep red to mimic her hair and her eyes fell to the floor. "S-sorry..." She looked away as he continued speaking. "Okay, just follow my lead. We'll try and sit out any fast paced ones... although, I highly doubt there will be any dances that don't involve a ton of grinding and that strange spazzms they dance to these days." She let out a grunt of disgust and shook her head. The dances had turned into trash, "Honestly, sometimes I wish I lived in the older days, back when dancing was so much fun!" She had made it a point to learn all the dances she could, even learning some African ones, which were so much fun.
Her face flushed red again as he extended his hand towards her, something that had never been done before. "Well, a true gentleman. Who would have guessed?" She smiled and took it the way she had seen in movies. She sure hoped she was doing it all right.
With that they left, and while Aria had figured they would be taking the shuttle with the other students that did not have a licence, or were missing a car, it turned out that Christian could drive. He drove a truck, which was honestly more her style than any of those silly sports cars. Although, she would have to say those cute little crotch rocket motor-bikes seemed like a ton of fun to ride on. She was actually planning on getting herself one. She didn't have long flowing hair or anything... but she might drive one and wear a cape for shits and giggles.
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When they arrived she froze in the car. "Uhm..." She looked at Christian with a bit of fear. "Have you ever been to a prom? I never went to mine, most of the boys were a bit... terrified of me." She looked out the window and sighed. "I just hope that there isn't any crazy mutant fights. Well, at least none that would ruin this dress. No way am I letting this thing go to waste, it's freaking gorgeous!" She smiled and turned to her date for the night, "Shall we?"
Objectable Obelisk Concurs: 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: Fri Jan 06, 2012 9:07 pm
   One thing was certain: Aurelie looked the furthest thing from prom possible – her soft, blond waves were pulled back into a loose ponytail, she wore no cosmetics save for her usual lip gloss, and her clothes were entirely unsuited for the occasion. On her feet were flip flops that clapped lightly against her feet when she walked, and from the calves up she was wearing nothing but casual clothes – a pair of destroyed cut off shorts and a white tank top. It suited her just fine; while she'd been very avid about everyone else attending the event, the former ballerina had other plans – ones that wouldn't trudge up old, bitter memories that the dance might have.
Granted, she'd not given anyone any indication that she didn't want to go due to her past... she'd just quietly slid into the background as the girls went feverish with their plans. And, she'd successfully skirted about her not going any time it had been brought up in the last few days. Tucking a lock of hair that escaped her scrunchy, Aurelie continued down towards the front entrance, shifting her pink, overloaded-with-buttons tote to a more comfortable position on her shoulder, with nothing of much importance plaguing her mind.
Mostly, it was on the food that Dom had promised her... stating that he and Aren had slaved over it. Which in her mind meant, they debated on the pizza place they wanted to deliver. Smiling to herself with that thought, it wasn't until it was almost too late before she realized she was just about to run headlong into Leo. Obviously, he, like many others on campus, planned on attending tonight's festivities and already had his beautiful date with him. “Long time no see.” She murmured, giving him a good look up and down as she said it. “You clean up well. Tara here is one lucky woman.” Giving off a warm smile, it was clear that she'd meant it, even if she'd said it in a teasing manner.
If there was more he wanted her to say, she choked on it, couldn't bring herself to circle back to her “I'm sorry” spiel... Not tonight. This was supposed to be fun-filled – light, but spectacular. And she wasn't selfish enough to take that from him. Whatever heaviness they both still carried was baggage for another time – when he wasn't getting ready to head out to dance the night away. It'd waited this long, the issues could lie.
But even so, the apology she felt she owed him sat at the tip of her tongue, begging to be released. So she turned to Tara instead. “I want pictures of him doing the chicken dance.” She said, giggling at the prospect – a formerly Amish girl collecting pictures of her friends... Her parents would have had a stroke had they cared enough to know.
If it weren't obvious by now that she wasn't going, then nothing short of the night passing without her would do so. Peering about, Aurelie sighed when she didn't see the Slovene man who had in recent events, eaten up a lot of her time. “Late.” The telekinetic muttered, shaking her head disdainfully. Really, she'd not expected any less. Had it been a real date, the blond might have been disappointed – but she'd come prepared – inside her tote was a few books she'd been meaning to read; the titles ranged from things on pianos to a few detective novels, to even one trashy romance that she wouldn't dare pull out until everyone skipped off to the dance.
Realizing that she was being a bit rude by not paying attention to her fellow teammates, Aurelie gave another wayward grin, picturing the two before her to be the Academy's next item, so to speak. They certainly would be cute together. She sat down on the white bench to the side of the door, and tilted her head. “So, are you guys going straight to prom, or you going out to eat first? The least she could do was make a small conversation with them until Dom showed up.
Her phone beeped, and her brows knitted downward – no one ever sent her text messages... Mostly because she never carried the device to begin with.... just why she had it on her now was beyond her... There wasn't a point though... really. Anyone she knew, short of her sister, had a comm device from the institute. It took a few moments of rummaging through her tote to find it, buried in the very bottom part. Flipping it open, Aurelie read the gist of the text: Dom might not come after all...
Only if he could get out of his gym make up time. Determined not to look defeated, she pressed a smile to her lips, small shakes in her shoulders imitating laughter. “Figures.” She said, more to herself than to her current company. Her and her books were going to become very well acquainted again. “Have fun tonight, guys.” If she was unhappy about how tonight was panning out, there was no indication of it in how she presented herself.
With that, she dropped the phone carelessly back into her bag, where it was sure to sink to the bottom again, and stood... Surely there was a better place to read, where she wouldn't be bothered.
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The music room was surprisingly empty... quiet enough that if a pin dropped it'd leave an echo. The only sounds that hummed through the air was the shallow breaths of the blond curled up at the piano bench, one hand gripping her calve, the other periodically changing the page as her eyes scanned the words. Her blond hair cascaded downwards, falling in front of her face but she'd long since given up trying to tame the locks that escaped her hair tie.
For the time being, there was only her, and the world that the author had built, and despite what many girls would feel missing prom, Aurelie Nissley was perfectly content.
 Location: Porch, Music RoomxxxxxOOC:
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iPixie Bunni Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 1:49 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." ✬════━━┈┈┈☆┈┈┈━━════✬  Gideon’s silence meant nothing to her. It was the norm. She was usually lucky to get an entire sentence out of him… He’d been increasingly moodier as days went by. At first she’d thought that she’d managed to worm her way under his skin that badly…But she’d slowly come to understand how…Debilitating it was for the Wolverine clone to be without his screechy little mate. She did linger around the brown haired boy far more than one could consider good for their continued existence…
She smirked when she realized that he was just letting her have her say. She tended to do that. At great length—Whether he wanted her to or not. Her hands moved as she talked, gesturing this way and that…Clearly showing the italian heritage that ran in her blood.
In truth…Katarina couldn’t bring herself to become close to anyone else at the school. They were all soft. Squishy bags of meat and bone that could never understand the life that she’d lead…The things that she’d done. The lives she’d taken, that had somehow landed her here…In the lair of her adoptive mothers enemy. Hiding…A prisoner, though she wasn’t kept in a cell. If she heard the words…’For your own good’ one more time…She might throw up on the individual that uttered them.
“Someone’s in the mood to give himself compliments today.”, she spoke wryly, brushing her hair over her shoulder. The wind was soft…But it was easily enough to move her hair this way and that. She tended to avoid all kinds of product. “So you’ve killed things. Congrats. We all kill things. You can’t tell me Saint Isabelle hasn’t slit a throat or two in her day.”
“You’re losing sleep over the wrong things. The love of one woman isn’t worth bringing yourself to ruin.”, Katarina pointed out without remorse…Fully aware that most females were manipulative, cruel creatures. They fed on self destruction, vanity, and despair. Love…It was laughable. A concept she couldn’t begin to consider. The closest thing she knew to it, was the feeling of security when with the pack that the H.Y.D.R.A. compound kept close at hand. Shifters, were’s, and panwere’s were valuable commodities…But not nearly as valuable, if they human weaknesses. Their instructors did their best to beat it out of them…Starve them, try not new methods on them.
It was almost a form of Stockholm syndrome… But the more of her kind that they acquired, the more risk they ran of upsetting the wrong pack leader. No self respecting Ulfric could stand to watch their young, or the younger members of their pack get crushed beneath human tyranny. Usually, Alpha males or females were broken, or killed young.
Watching Gideon act like this was painful…She was starting to view Isabella more and more like one of her slavers. She was breaking him, crushing everything about him that she’d hoped to know. Hoped to see. Learn from. She could brood well enough all on her own, thank you very much. “You keep…Trying to be something that you’re not. You’re not human…No more than I—We don’t have that luxury…”
“We’re monsters…Beasts…We take what we want, when we want it. If you keep suppressing your better half… It’s going to come out when you don’t want it to. The line between love and hate is thinner than a hairsbreadth…”, the spy warned…Almost gently. If he was this much of a mess now…Would he survive, if he accidentally killed his woman? He would think her crazy now…But she’d seen crimes of passion before. He was filled with angst now… But what would happen when that turned to angst?
She twirled a lock of long auburn hair around her finger—Not so subtlety checking out the body she’d borrowed. It was easy to see which head Gideon was thinking with when he decided to go after this one. Her eyes flickered back to Gideon, the shade of bottle green sea glass…His clenched fists and tense body language told her that he was angry. The yelling told her that he was angry with her.
As did the gleam of the dim lighting on his extended claws.
His voice echoed in her ears—And something deep inside urged her to change back. He was Alpha to her…The one that should be obeyed. Her eyes closed, her head turning to the side…Mocha colored neck exposed. It was a sign of submission. She hadn’t meant to anger him…Only to help him. It was…So depressing, demoralizing, to watch him flounder and waste away. At least she’d gotten anger from him—At least, it was one emotion he couldn’t kill. “You’d kill me for trying to help you?”
The truth was…He could try. But Katarina hadn’t run from the Contessa for so long…Just to be killed by one of her own.
As her heartbeat slowed…She felt the panic abate…The want to obey slipping away…Like water going down the mouth of a drain. Katarina didn’t say a word as she stepped forward…Wearing Isabella’s skin as easily as she would her own. “That’s more like it.”
“X-20.”, she tried to say his name, as the song witch would…Not liking it, she frowned, correcting her pitch. “Veritas.”
“Gideon.”, Katarina finished, seeming to like the way it sounded… She smiled softly, remaining still. “There…That’s better, isn’t it.”
“You can’t tell her what you want to…You’re too busy up here moping…So like I said before. Practice, until you can. I don’t like to…Watch you break.”
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 12:12 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... █║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║   Isabella was silent as a cool wind drew gooseflesh across her arms as a shiver ran down her back. It wasn’t cold exactly…But it wasn’t warm either. Her discomfort could have easily been attributed to her attire. The small black dress had honestly been the first piece of formal wear she’d pulled free from her overstuffed closet. She wished for a moment that Isa of the past would have put more thought into it. She’d forgotten that she had no one to curl into to take the edge of the chill. And while she’d intended on staying inside—It suddenly felt like she’d been packed in with the sardines. Stifling… So much so, that it was hard for her to breathe. She half wondered when that had happened…
When being in a room full of people, felt like a chore—Rather than something she wanted to do. Isabella loved a crowd…Loved a party. Loved to sing. Loved to dance until her feet couldn’t take it anymore…When had these things changed?
Everything was wrong. Just wrong.
Even her music lately came out awful. Every song sounded like an Eric Clapton meets Sarah Brightman cast off. She’d always had her own style…Her own way of making others feel her—Through her music. She hadn’t lost her touch…But it felt hollow.
Empty.
The laughter from inside the French doors she’d left open made something within herself cringe away. How could they do this? How could they pretend that everything was all right? She turned her back—Moving towards the railing…Scanning the darkness that surrounded the school. It was lightened by the strategic placement of softly glowing lanterns and lights…But there were still shadows for the enemy to hide in. The fact that Mystique had hidden in a form right under her nose had shaken her more than any truly knew… She was constantly….Watching for odd behavior in those she knew.
Wondering if the blue-she-devil would miss putting a bullet in her brain a third time—If given the chance. Slowly the songstress shook her head…Sighing as she forced the most debilitating of her thoughts away. For days, all she’d been able to think about was the Registration Act. That and Gideon… She knew that they needed to talk… But Isabella didn’t know what to say. How to put her thoughts, feelings, into words that he would understand.
She didn’t fear him—Exactly. She feared, what her words would do to him. Feared the conversation that they would soon have. She could only avoid him for so long.
Her abrupt removal of herself from his life was not something she had decided on quickly. It had been a long time coming…Constant doubts and insurmountable problems that she realized…Years later, they would never overcome.
Not long after her last birthday she’d realized that…He would always look the same. He would always look as he did now. She would grow older with every year that passed…Her hair would turn gray. Her skin would wrinkle…Her mind would go. And he would be forced to watch her die slowly, every day. Gideon did not age. She did. What kind of future did they have, when he would always surpass her in every way? Even in lifespan?
The odds that she would die young were quite good. But not good enough, that she could risk it. She hoped…Against her better judgment, that he could…Befriend the Omega Leader. Those that lived nigh forever needed to stick together. Forever was a long...Long time. It didn’t seem too much of stretch...He usually took her side. And was one of the few that could disable her, if necessary.
It was…Practical.
So distracted with scanning the perimeter, and the darkness that surrounded the promenade… She didn’t hear the footsteps approaching her right away. There were several footsteps there that night that she didn’t recognize as well as she should…But the voice that whispered in her ear was more than familiar. It brought back distant memories for her in an instant, as many sounds did. Most people associated their memories with sights or smells…But Isabella knew things by sound. Sunshine and the sound of her own carefree laughter rang in her ears for a moment as her eyes flickered… She knew who it was before he rounded on her…But she wasn’t prepared for the sight of her schoolyard friend.
"Blake...", she breathed his name softly, the surprise evident in her tone and widened eyes.
He was different than she’d last seen him. Taller… An entire head taller than she was. It wouldn’t be the first, or the last time she felt a little dwarfed. “I’m sorry I never called to reschedule… We just got kind of…Sucked into a magical world that needed our help.”
“There was a fairy princess involved, a few trolls, and a skeleton army…”
“Oh, and a dragon. Can’t forget the fire breathing monsters.”, she trailed off lightly, surprised by the sudden amusement in her tone as she took the sight of him in—Committing it to memory. It was so strange…To layer the older version of the former Excelsior leader over the much younger version of him that she remembered. A soft smile twitched at her lips—Though they ached…She hadn’t truly smiled in quite some time.
Silence fell to her for a moment as her eyes drifted back towards the darkened tree line…Vigilant. Ever watchful—Tense and waiting for the worst. She drew a soft breath as emerald orbs grew distant…She was reading the sound waves as they bounced back to her, much like a bat. Satisfied that the wooded area was clear, her attention went back to the friend that she’d not seen in what felt like forever. “You can’t tell me that’s not the best excuse you’ve ever heard for a girl standing you up.”
The songstress hadn’t missed the hidden meaning in Blake’s words. It would have been ludicrous for her to do so—Considering she often hid separate meanings within other words. Though it was in a far more literal sense. Graceful motions brought her into his personal space, her arms sliding about his middle for a moment in a gentle, welcoming, hug. Her dark head rest against his shoulder for a moment as she squeezed…More happy than she could bring herself to express. He’d arrived at exactly the right time…It was an incredibly selfish thought on her part—But he’d always been able to level her out when she lost her way.
Not to mention that she’d missed him too.
The Siren drew away from the friendly embrace, arms wrapping around herself as she did so—The chill returning. “So…Tell me…Are you going to stay around long enough this time to settle such an outstanding debt?”
It was her way of not so subtlety asking if he was going back out on the road again. He’d taken the option of the mentoring program that she had not… There were always times when she wondered what might have happened with her life if she had. Instead she was leading a team…Something that, after the Paragons, she’d never intended.
Her eyes flickered again…Finding the lines of his face different with each passing moment. She couldn’t recall the last time they’d actually seen one another. Years. It was vaguely disturbing to her…He wasn’t what she remembered. Though this older version did have the same, piercing blue eyes...She might have stared at him a little too long because of the differences…But a cross between surprise and suspicion held her gaze unrepentantly. It would take…Time… to completely dispel the thought that he could possibly be Mystique in disguise.
Though the words he said, were things the blue skinned woman could have never known.
She would simply have to trust that the telepathic Professors were doing their best to keep them all safe.
And if they missed something...She hoped that she had it in her to do what needed to be done.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 12:54 am
Aʆєxaηdra Ӎaʀiʆèηє AgηèȿCodename: Flairer My hearts longs for the ability to satisfy my curiosity. ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ Alex was glad that he understood that her focus just hadn’t been on prom. Maybe if her mind wasn’t so studious at times, she might have been more focused on it. After all, it did sound like fun, and sounded like a great place to socialize. Also, maybe the music would be good as well. However, her mother would get on her if she found out her daughter’s grades were slipping. After all, no way was Alex going to tell her mother about the missions. At one point, Alex thought she would. But, after the mall incident, she realized that would put too much worry on her already stressed out mother. Though, with the French girl not wanting to completely lie to her mother, it would be hard to come up with an excuse for why her grades slipped. Her mother knew Alex wasn’t the type to let her grades drop, even during those times her weak immune system made her catch all the sickness around her. Thus, she would have to start making up an excuse that would be an obvious lie, and that would definitely not be good. She might get away with the lie if she played it off just right. But, her mother did know her very well. For that reason, Alex had a feeling her mother would see right through her. That only made her more determined to finish that last bit of that make up homework so she would be all caught up. That way, the French girl would avoid that situation entirely. However, the idea of putting it off just a bit to see this male(Dimitri) perform a dance called “the cabbage patch” did sound amusing. “Hmmm, I will think about it. After all, I do have an outfit that might work for the occasion. So, I would not need to do any last minute shopping. Besides, I am slightly interested in seeing you do this “cabbage patch” now” A slight playful smile formed across her lips before disappearing as quickly as it came. When the male(Dimitri) told her to let Hoshi finish the meal, she wasn’t entirely sure if he was serious or not. It would be polite for them to let her finish. Then again, Hoshi had been asked the question before poking at the meal. Maybe she just hadn’t heard them? That seemed like a likely scenario. They weren’t yelling at the top of their lungs after all. “Alright. I will let her finish. Besides, nothing wrong in poking a meal I guess.” Though, if she had done that back home, they would be wondering if she was sick. She wasn’t a picky eater. Thus, the only times she poked it was when her stomach was too upset for food. Though, that didn’t mean Alex would eat anything offered to her. Her stomach did have a limit as to how much it could take. Then again, didn’t any stomach? After that, the sensory adaptor heard the male(Dimitri) comment on the idea of him scaring Hoshi off. Her blue green eyes looked him over briefly. He did appear strong and could probably intimidate someone if he wanted to. However, his personality so far made the French girl believe he wouldn’t do that. The male(Dimitri) seemed too much of a joker to do such a thing with a serious tone. Besides, it would be a bit rude of her to think he was a scary man just because he had some muscle on him. At least, with the way he had been acting towards her so far. “Unless just having muscle can scare people, I do not see how you scared her off. Unless…this cabbage patch you have been speaking of is actually a really scary dance?” She didn’t honestly know for sure. Thus, Alex knew she could be wrong. Oh well. The sensory adaptor would learn the truth of the dance someday. At that point though, Alex looked over to see Hoshi coming back towards them. She titled her head slightly as she apologized, adding something to the end of their names that she wasn’t familiar with. Was that like the Miss or Mr. a person adds in front of an adult’s names out of respect? Though, the French girl did learn that the male’s name was Dimitri. The name sounded Russian and made her wonder if maybe he was from Russia, or had relatives from them. However, Alex kept that curiosity to herself as Hoshi continued onwards, answering Dimitri’s question and thus satisfying both her and Dimitri’s curiosity as to what Hoshi’s plans were for prom. “Oh. Well, I guess anyone might think it was mandatory due to that.” She hadn’t thought about that. Then again, since it was only for the Omegas, Alex hadn’t put much thought into it. “I am sure if that was the case, Miss Isabella would have said something along similar lines.” Alex wasn’t sure exactly sure how to address their Alpha leader. Thus, she went with the formal route. It was just easier for her to do so, until Bella told her straight up she was fine with just Bella. However, the French girl fell silent once more as Hoshi went on to tell them that this would be a good opportunity to get to know everybody. That was yet another reason Alex should consider going. But, it all depended on if she could get that make up work done before prom. “I am not sure what you mean by going stag, unless you mean going dressed up as a male deer, which would be amusing. But, that is good you want to get to know some of the others. I need to do that as well.” Then, Hoshi apologized to her again. The French girl only shook her head, her lips forming into a polite smile. “It is alright. As said, your mind shuts out the world when thinking about home. It is nothing to apologize over. But, I appreciate the apology nether the less.” After all, it did show Hoshi was a kind person. Also, any feelings of thinking Hoshi was rude were washed away with those words. “And I do not hold the behavior of one as the common behavior of a whole group. That would be rude of me to do so.” However, Alex knew, just as well as everyone else, that one’s actions could affect the reputation of a group as a whole. For when a person only had one person’s actions to base their opinion off of, the opinion could easily turn biased. “At least, I try not to anyway.” The sensory adaptor’s eyes blinked at Hoshi’s next words. She hadn’t expected the offer, but it did sound nice. “Sure. That sounds lovely.” Then, Dimitri jumped back in with his own response to what Hoshi told them. It made her wonder if this dance had to have a lot of watchers. Was it a dance no one could do by themselves? Admittedly, Alex couldn’t help but be confused. The sensory adaptor kept her confusion to herself though as she went on to ask Dimitri if he wouldn’t mind her sticking around for a bit. Once given permission, Alex made herself at home at the table, going about finishing her lunch after introducing herself. When Dimitri introduced himself, she almost wanted to joke she already knew his name. However, she hadn’t been thinking when asking the question, nor expecting Hoshi to say his name when she did. “It is nice to meet you Dimitri.”As Alex went back to eating her salad, the sensory adaptor heard Dimitri ask the two of them a question. Her eyes blinked as she didn’t exactly register right away that Cali meant California. Luckily, it did not take long to figure it out with Dimitri’s description of the place. Though, Alex had no idea it was that warm all year around. “I am from Paris, France. At least, that is my birthplace. I have spent most of my life in the countryside with my mother though, since the weather there is better for my health.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  Alex froze slightly in the middle of putting on her last few touches to her prom look. Her ears, even without the enhancement, could hear Bella’s words with ease. Her mouth couldn’t help but move into a smile at the concern their leader showed to the Alphas. “You two, Miss Isabella. May you have a safe and fun night as well.” She had a feeling Bella could hear her if she was still on campus. Their leader could have left for the Frontier University by the time her words filtered through all the Alpha’s ears though. However, if she heard a response from Bella, Alex would hope she would not find herself surprised. It would ruin the little touches of make-up she was putting on her face if she jumped in shock. Not enough to make the make-up obvious, but enough to enhance her looks. As her mother said, make up was meant to be enhance, not be seen. Her dress was simple and only two colors. A light coral like color for the majority of her dress, and a little bit of black to make sure her dress remained modest. Also, since her dress only went to below her knee, she made sure to wear black leggings that went to above her knee. That way, in case the French girl decided to twirl around on the dance floor, she wouldn’t be revealing too much to the world. Once the make-up was applied, she made sure to brush her hair one more time. Her hands briefly touched the bottom of her hair, bouncing it up a bit to make sure it fell the way she wanted. Since Alex styled it earlier today, all the French girl had to do was make sure it stayed the way she wanted it. Wavy and shiny. Once Alex felt she looked good enough to go to a prom, her feet slipped into her shoes that were the same shade as her dress. They had one inch heels and made it to where she wouldn’t trip while dancing. Once her outfit was in place, Alex grabbed her matching purse. She left a note to let her roommate know she hadn’t up and disappeared for no reason. After all, Alex didn’t know Lillian’s plans for prom. Thus, Alex wasn’t sure whether she would see her roommate there or not. For now, all she could do was make her way towards the garage. The French girl didn’t have a car and thus would need to take one of the shuttles. On her way there though, she found herself passing by the Music room. Her blue green eyes thought she caught the sight of someone inside of the room. Alex could remember coming in here a few times over the past week to relax and play her flute. Luckily, the fact she was going to prom showed that, even with those breaks, she was able to catch up on her make up work. However, Alex didn’t have to show up to prom right away, and found herself too curious not to look. After all, wasn’t everyone going to prom? It seemed that way. Thus, Alex entered the room, soon noticing Aurelie sitting on the piano bench. It almost appeared like she was reading, but she couldn’t be sure from here. “I am…sorry to interrupt. But, I could not help but notice someone in here…I guess I assumed everyone was going to prom…” She felt bad for the assumption. But, it was one that seemed so likely when looking at how prom crazy everyone had been lately. “I guess I was wrong there huh?” It would be rude of her to just leave. At least, not until she was sure if Aurelie wanted company or not. “Not that it would be bad if you did not go…It just makes me curious as to why you are not going…Though…if you prefer to be alone…I shall leave and not disturb you further..” Alex hated when she rambled like that! Nether the less, it was like her mind thought rambling would somehow save her. However, Alex had a feeling it would only do the opposite… ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ "We will drink our fill of Alpha
Then, of golden sunshine that spills into Cafeteria(Pre-Time Skip)/My room, then Music room(Post Time Skip)
Till our brains intertwine with Dimitri, then Dimitri and Hoshi(Pre Time Skip)/No one, then Aurelie(Post Time Skip)"
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 2:02 am
  Name: Narcissa Grace Lucania-Stone [No relation, to Any Alpha's]
Codename: Solaris
Team: Omega
Location: Dorm - Time Skip - Dorm --> Prom
Temperament: Calm--With the potential for an atomic bomb.
She’d spent so long locking every emotion that might bring fourth the light away that she’d forgotten them—Even though it was no longer necessary. As she matured, so did her ability… She settled into it, and it into her. Jean had mentioned once, years ago, that her ability turned her metaphysical beacon... These days she’d learned enough about protecting herself that she was only a small pyre.
But even now, after years of grueling power training…She wasn’t perfect. Though she would never admit that to anyone.
Brilliant blue eyes gazed boredly at their own reflection. Her makeup was perfection…Light, and barely there. Somehow she’d remained incredibly lucky in her family’s gene pool and her grandfathers’ oversized nose, and her fathers’ monkey ears had skipped her. It was good that she couldn’t reproduce…She’d never wish such a terrible deformity on them. Though noses and ears were easy to correct with a lot of money, and a few surgeries.
The blond bombshell turned towards Kerrigan in the vanity seat when her red head asked her if her gown was too tight. For at least the eighth time. Her lips curved in a knowing smile as critical, indulgent eyes moved over the girl that she considered family. She was cute when she was nervous and or uncomfortable. It almost made Narcissa want to stay in and call off the whole…Ridiculous notion of this juvenile gathering. They could curl up, melt marshmallows, make s’mores, and watch the Bachelor.
Yes, Narcissa watched the Bachelor. Enjoyed it. One of her many, many dirty secrets that Kerrigan alone was privy to. “It’s perfect, love.”
“You couldn’t possibly look anymore delectable.”, she replied honestly, never one to downplay her roommates inherent loveliness. Up until Kerrigan, she’d been a coin tosser on the debate of Ginger’s not having souls. Shandra’s disappearance at the worst possible time had only reaffirmed her suspicions…But she’d come to the real conclusion that her dear Knoxx was a daywalker—And therefore not of the Ginger-genome. Thoughtfully, sinfully, she tilted her head as if reassessing the statement. “That is—Unless you were covered in chocolate.”
Mocking, innocent humor, framed her face as watched the girl fuss over her hair. It amused her when she acted like such a…Girl. “Were that the case, Roland and I might fight over you.”
“As it stands, I may still knock his bloody teeth down his throat…”, Narcissa intoned without missing a beat. She’d mentioned what she’d seen fall out of Roland’s pocket the day of the fittings to her best friend. It was troublesome…So much so, that the sun goddess even admitted that it may simply have been a trick of the light.
Coupled with her demand that the boy treat Kerrigan like the bloody Queen of England—And the damn photograph... He troubled her. Things that troubled Narcissa made her exceedingly violent.
Hearing a knock at the door just as she was about to take out a pair of gorgeous chandelier diamond earrings, she came to her feet a small smirk flitting across cherry glossed lips. Leave it to Felix to arrive with mere seconds to spare. Kerrigan may or may not have been aware at the circumstances in which she accepted his invitation to Prom…Though she didn’t doubt. Word spread like wildfire in the Academy. She opened the dorm room door with a flick of her delicate wrist, azure eyes the color of clear ice. “I don’t like to be kept waiting...You’re lucky I'm feeling merciful.”
Even though he really wasn’t late. She just liked to keep everyone in line, and on their toes. The Red Queen did not waver from her role.
She turned back inside to grab her clutch, letting her date in…Felix commented that she looked nice, and she looked back over her shoulder to give him a once over. “Likewise.”
Nice? It was a blatant understatement, on both of their parts.
Hanging from her body, hugging it in all the right places with just the right amount of flair, was a pearlescent Versace work of art. It was one of a kind, based in white, something she’d had commissioned long ago at a whim, but had never worn it. The gown held tightly to her torso, accentuating her impossibly small waist, made of a petal soft material that in the right light seemed translucent. There was a slit in the front that went from the floor to somewhere that could only be described as dangerously high, the edges glittering here and there with diamonds.
The halter neckline swooped low, and then continued around an enticing form, plunging to nothingness when it hit her back, exposing perfect, flawless, creamy skin. Golden hair had been pulled painstakingly up into a heartbreaking up-do, tendrils falling free into just the right curls.
White was one of her favorite colors—Or lack thereof. Mostly, because she’d been informed that watching her wear it...Was just like watching Satan don the color. It entertained her.
She didn’t need to comment further about Felix…She’d dressed him—And knew for a fact that he looked excellent. Worthy, of escorting her.
“We shall.”, Narcissa responded, turning back towards the door when there was another knock.
Roland.
Azure eyes bore into him when he entered…Promising so many threats that one couldn’t be distinguished from the others. She smirked then, taking note that indeed…Even Roland cleaned up nicely. And he’d seemed to have doubts about that. Stupid man. Narcissa could make anyone look like a million dollars, given the right canvas. “Have a good night you two. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Clutch in hand, she air kissed Kerrigan goodbye and they departed. Walking towards the garage she looked between two dashing sedans, holding up a set of keys for him to take. Women didn’t drive men to functions…No matter who’s car it was. “BMW or Mercedes?”
They entered the hall like many of the others…However Narcissa was already bored. Christ, she’d had enough of silver lamiae and gross spiked punch the first time. But something drove her to at least make an appearance. After spending so long getting ready….It would have been a waste to simply step in, and then step out. Her seemingly frail hand rest on Felix’s arm while she allowed him to lead her inside… For the moment, playing the alluring, peaceful partner.
It wouldn’t be until something got under her skin that she truly tuned into the program. Or, until she saw some fashion disaster victim that she wanted to make cry. Leion waved at her and she nodded her head in greeting—Filled with the basest sense of approval. She enjoyed when her Omega’s clearly outshone anything the other teams brought to the table. Call it a superiority complex…She simply required the best. There was no room for argument or excuses.
A soft hand slid up Felix’s shoulder and she laced her arms about his neck on the middle of the dance floor—Falling into the soft swaying beat. There would be time to mingle…If she chose to allow them. But Narcissa Grace was a creature made to be seen from a distance—Not approached. She exuded frost and disdain…Most she knew, thought it wrong, that such a pretty thing could be so damn cold.
“Welcome to the Prom…”, she murmured with a small sigh to her date…Likely, to his surprise, making conversation. If she was going to be spending the next four to six hours in his presence…They were going to have to get along, at least to a degree. “The punch is no doubt filled with liquor… And I’m willing to bet at least a grand that in nine months a quarter of the people in this room will be expecting.”
"It's teenage mating season. Apologies, if I toss my cookies at some point."
Silence spanned between them as they moved easily enough…Though not uncomfortable. Slowly the blond goddess smirked… “So. What in the name of the Queen, God bless her, made you think that trying to choke me with your tongue was an acceptable invitation to Prom?”
“As much as the memory drives me to knee you in your jewels…Curiosity keeps them safe.”, she smiled sweetly, reaching up to fix a wayward hair from the mans brow. “For now.” "Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire."
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 11:05 am
Alpha: Playing doll for Rogue.... Then dealing with a certain blonde tk user. Time had come and gone since the run in with some of her new Alpha teammates and the occational Omega. It had been an interesting time to say the least. But now it was time for prom. Many students of Xaviers had been spending the day getting ready. Some freaking about everything needing to be perfect stressing over every detail of their attire and such. Lillian herself hadn't even seen her dress till this very morning. At current she was sitting in Rogue's room to get her dress as well as to allow the older power mimic to do her hair and make up. "You know Rogue some people would find it creepy to have a dress given to them and it be perfectly fitted like this." Lillian said looking in the floor length mirrors that showed off the dress at different angles. Rogue got way to in to dressing Lillian up for these things. "It's like I am just one of your dolls with how excited you get to dress me up.""Now sugah you know there are other ways around here to make sure it would fit perfect then to get measurements from you." Rogue answered with a wink. She merely laughed at the comment about Lillian comparing herself to a doll. "Yeah that doesn't make it even more creepy and stalkerish." Lillian said sarcasticly while rolling her eyes. Though she knew Rogue probably borrowed a shapeshifters powers. Being able to assume her form would make getting it fitted just right a simple matter. And Rogue was one that did know the younger power mimic well enough for such a task. "Hush now I am thinking of how to have you wear your hair." Rogue said waving off the younger girls comment. And that's how it went back and forth between the two till Rogue was happy with the result. It didn't hurt that Lillian did trust her to not make her look hidious. When it was all said and done Lillian's look other then the dress could be considered simple and plain. But the red Vera Wang gown allowed even the simple look she had with her hair and makeup look amazing. Lillian slipped into her shoes for the evening and let out a whistle. "Amazing job as always Rogue." She said hugging the older mutant who other then blood was very much an older sister to her. "I guess it's not so bad having to be your doll for dress up every now and then." Lillian then grabbed her gloves to put them back on before grabbing her clothes from before to return them to her room. Rogue took the gloves before Lillian could get them. "Nope I didn't go through the trouble of doing your nails for you to just cover them up. So for tonight there with be a rule of no gloves for you." The older mutant said with a smile. "Why am I not surprised." Lillian said sticking out her tongue before grabbing her other clothes and leaving the room. Sure over the tears Lillian had grown more accustomed to having more skin exposed. Before her powers awakened it wouldn't of even been a worry about it. Lillian before her powers came about been a teen model for magazines and catalogs. It wasn't like she was a super model or even that famous from it. But funny enough Paige Guthrie back when Lillian first came to Xavier's mentioned seeing some of her work. Which of course Lillian shrugged off saying it wasn't a big deal. Bue even now unless around Cissa or Rogue not having gloves on in some ways left her almost feeling more exposed then being naked. And none of it was from being self concious about showing some skin. No she honestly never felt that way showing skin was fine as far as the sense of modesty thing. For her it was that fear in the back of her mind that her touch if not careful could hurt someone else. On her way back to her room she passed by the music room. Something or rather someone caught her eye. Inside curled up on the piano bench was Aurelie, the blonde tk user. Turning right into the room when she did she saw Alex in there as well. She really hadn't expected to see her roommate in there. It was bad she didn't know Alex's plans for the evening. But that wasn't who she needed to set straight Lillian tucked her clothes under her left arm and put her righ hand on her hip. "Now why are you sitting in here missy?" She said directly to Aurelie. "Sorry to interrupt Alex."Before the girl could answer that question she shook her head. "Nope not allowed your coming to the dance with me." Steping forwad Lillian looped a finger through a belt loop on the girls cut off shorts. "Come one lets go find you something to wear." With that she was pulling to get Aurelie to get up off the bench and follow her. Lillian couldn't let her just stay home not after the girl pretty much convinced Bianca and Rob to go together. Never mind that Lillain thought Aurelie would be a fun one to be around at the dance. "Sorry again Alex I am stealing her. She must go for she conned others in to going together." Lillian said determined to get the blonde to go with her to the dance. Lillian looked up and down her roommate taking in her appearance. "Seems you are ready to go to prom yourself Alex. So maybe we will see you there. But for now I am dragging this one off to get her ready." And with that said if she had a free hand she would of waved to her roommate before leaving the room draging Aurelie behind her by a belt loop in her shorts. She hopped her roommate didn't think her a b***h now but Lillian can have a one track mind at times. ((((((OOC: Sorry Alice about dragging Aurelie off and away from Alex. But your post in the ooc made it seem like you might not be able to post for a bit, since your comp has to be sent off an all.)))))))
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 7:02 pm
xxxxxTeam: OmegaxxxxxLocation: Frontier Universityxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂xxxxxx  His tongue clicked against his teeth, garnering a “tsk, tsk” noise, and with the smallest shake of his head, he feigned scolding her. “Either, you're losing your touch, or you're much too focused on thoughts too far away.” He teased, covering over any elation he might have had from how she'd said his name as though it tasted like honey. He would have likely enjoyed the sounds of it from her, even if she weren't the songstress of the Academy.
Her features had sharpened since he'd seen her last, but the big green eyes that called her face home remained unaltered with time. “Bella...” The cowboy drawled slowly, an eyebrow climbing upwards of its own accord. Obviously, she hadn't been prepared to see him; though, he hoped that this was a good sort of surprise, and not one that she secretly wished hadn't have happened.
But she immediately spewed out her excuse for never going to dinner with him as she'd promised when they were taking Survival together – they'd been sucked into a magical world... Blue eyes drifted towards the ceiling in mock dissatisfaction as he heaved a dramatic sigh. The grin on his face gave away too much; it told her that he wasn't at all upset about the whole ordeal. The plans had been tentative anyway.
Blake listened as she even threw in a dragon into her tale, and he pursed his lips. “And I'll bet you fell for Lancelot while you were there, forgetting that a modern cowboy will beat out a cheater any day of the week.” He was only jesting, and she'd know that. For as long as they'd known each other, he'd played the lech around her, if only to get a rise out of the sound manipulator. Often, it worked.
It was sad to see her so tense, paranoid. He knew what she was doing when her eyes glossed over with her concentration. But when she returned to the conversation, she bounced with a new-found vibrancy. “Well, doll... I will be honest as a gentleman's supposed to be.” Whether or not he was a true gentleman was still to be determined; his mother went back and forth on her opinions of that. Some days, she called him a brute, others a sweetheart. And Bella had always called him a tease. ”I can't say I've been stood up by many women, just dark haired vixens with big green gems for eyes.”
”Broke my heart when I was waiting at the steakhouse by myself. Had to eat your portion of steak too, just to make up for it.” His hands clasped in front of him, and he brought them to his chest, acting as though she'd stabbed him in the heart with a knife before he started laughing. “But that's as good of an excuse as any, I'd reckon.” It was an easy pill to swallow, her rejection. By the time he'd been put into the mentoring program for new students, they scarcely saw each other, and the entire dinner had actually been a bet over who's team would win at flag football.
As sweet as she'd always been, Blake still hadn't expected the warm embrace, but his arms slid around her, holding her for as long as she did him. If he didn't know any better, there was more behind the hug than what seemed to be. She... needed to be comforted, but for what he wasn't certain.
But it was clear, as he drew in the sweet scent of her... that she'd missed him too.
And rather than ruin their reunion by changing the subject to the more heavy matters that had been plaguing her before. As she pulled away, he couldn't think she looked cold, and he quickly sought to rectify her chill by removing his tux jacket and draping it over her shoulders without a word about it. If her boyfriend saw, he'd simply say that he didn't want her to be uncomfortable... No doubt “I think I can manage sticking around long enough to take a friend out to eat.” He said, skirting around directly answering her question for now. They'd taken different paths when it was time for them to leave their former teams, but even with the time they'd spent apart.. he was still warmed by her presence.
“A few times if you're lucky.” One eye closed and re-opened quickly, and the grin would have told her what she wanted to know. He was staying.... even if he didn't give the reasons why, or how long he'd be around. But hopefully, it'd be enough to brighten her spirits.
“So long as you don't call my mother fat again.” He teased, eyes alight with mirth from how she'd taunted him during their football game. Without warning, he bowed, a hand behind his back like he was from the 20's. “I know it's backwards from dinner and then dancing... but would you care to go out to the floor?” She always liked doing that, right? xxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxx▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂xxxxxx No light in the darkness
Is too small to see
There's always a sparkle of hope
If you just believe
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 12:48 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... █║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ The songstress felt her cheeks warm with embarrassment when Blake mock scolded her—Pointing out playfully that she was losing her touch. Normally she might have taken it as the joke it was intended to be…But he’d managed to touch on a very sore subject for her without knowing it. The fact that he’d also included that she was lost in thought didn’t take away the mental scolding she gave herself…It was just one more thing that she’d done incorrectly. One more thing that proved she wasn’t made for the life she’d chosen.
“I must be going deaf in my old age.”, she responded, wincing inwardly at how the response left her. She’d meant it to sound just as good-natured as his comment had…But in her own ears, her voice was filled with resounding bitterness.
The ever smooth cowboy spoke her name, and she couldn’t help but give a small grudging smile as she looked away, seeking to hide it behind a curtain of silken hair. It hadn’t touched her tired eyes, weary, from dozens of sleepless nights…But it was a smile nonetheless.
Isabella knew from their correspondences that Blake had never been angry with her for canceling on him… Or rather, never scheduling in the first place. After Avalon…Her entire world had been topsy turvey. She felt like M.C. Escher had buddied up with Fate and decided to repaint her life to his choosing.
His words about Lancelot made another soundless chuckle run through her…That is—Until she remembered who had actually slayed the dragon. That had been Gideon… Hiding a pained expression artfully, she swallowed the sick feeling that rose within her and stayed her ground…Demanding of herself that she not let her own personal drama ruin a good friend coming home. “No girl can resist a man in armor… Modern cowboys just don’t have anything on full set of shining plate mail.”
He was teasing, and she would respond…As if no time had passed at all. Blake was just too easy to be comfortable around—Not to mention that his ribbing made her forget what most concerned her in life.
Her eyes widened with superfluous surprise when he called her doll. Not that she hadn’t heard it a dozen times before… But because it was just one more piece of the puzzle that assured her he was who he appeared to be. Mystique wouldn’t know that about her. She couldn’t.
It had to be him.
She couldn’t help but feel faintly flattered when the cowboy referred to her as a vixen, though she waved it off with a delicate laugh—Never taking too much stock in his flirtatious nature.
Isabella knew better.
“It’s a good thing then… That I know you’re the furthest thing from a gentleman… So we can debate on that honesty and vixen part later.”, she returned teasingly, feeling almost like someone that had forgotten how to do something for a long time. Like she’d forgotten how to ride a bike, and was slowly re-learning. Isabella had once been…Entirely different. She’d once been filled with fire and life… Where now there was nothing but a dim spark.
She desperately wanted it back.
Shaking her head at his motions when he mimicked being stabbed, she rolled her eyes heavenward for a moment… “You did not sit alone in a steakhouse by yourself Blake Tanner.”
“And if you did—I’m sure it wasn’t for very long.”
Bella had few doubts that any single girl wouldn’t trip all over themselves to find some reason to wind up at his table. She’d watched it happen when they were in school… Some of her girlfriends would walk deliberately into him—Just to drop their books, because they knew he was just kind enough to help them pick them up.
She hadn’t thought twice about giving him a hug. It would have been natural long ago—And hadn’t felt strange now. The embrace was familiar…Asking for nothing. Which was good…Because she had nothing to else to give. It had been…Nice, for a split second, to allow someone else to hold her broken pieces together…She was tired of doing it alone. But she couldn’t bring herself to explain what plagued her to anyone else. They had their own problems.
The Alpha’s didn’t need to know how deeply their leader was coming apart at the seams.
The songstress was drawn from her thoughts as she suddenly felt cloth around her shoulders, and she glanced up a little surprised—But thankful. She started to protest…But the words died on her lips and delicate hands drew the material closer around her small frame without thinking, unconsciously nestling into it.
“That’s good to hear.”, she responded lightly, noting that he really hadn’t given her a definitive answer. But his grin had implied that he’d be staying, for a little while, at least… And the songstress would definitely take what she could get. Dark, feathered lashes dusted against mocha colored skin as she shook her head…Relaxing slowly at the thought of him staying on campus. “Don’t you mean a few times, if you’re lucky?”
The songstress laughed outright when he brought up her calling his mother fat. She couldn’t help herself for a few moments as she giggled—Recalling that she’d only done so because he’d been using her half brother to dampen the effects of her ability. He hadn’t heard her at the time…Someone must have spilled the beans later. “I’m still going to punch whoever told you about that.”
Her smile remained…Until he asked her to dance. Her lovely face fell. It seemed that so few words crushed her, stole the life from her as she looked away. The warmth that she’d regained fled her as her eyes shimmered unbiddenly. “I… Can’t.”
She wanted to. More than anything—She wanted to dance. Wanted to forget her troubles, if for a few moments.
Music called to her like a moth to a flame…Her bones ached for it. Just to move…To feel nothing but a song moving through her. She wanted to feel story it made behind her eyes, feel the bass in her ribs… But she felt guilty, at the slightest notion of having fun. She knew that Gideon was hurting. Just as she was… But as close as he’d been the to the HYDRA shifter… To Narcissa… He’d get over it.
“I’m sorry.”, she apologized lamely, released an almost tortured sigh. Carefully she moved to shrug out of his jacket, realizing that she’d been kidding herself. Blake was back…But that didn’t mean things could just go back to the way they were. She was a mess… And she didn’t want to dump that on him. “I’m not much fun these days…I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to go back inside and enjoy the party.”
“I’m… Sure there are lots of girls that came alone that would love to dance with you.”
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 1:03 am
OMEGA: She said she wanted the monster.. Gideon really was questioning things in his life. It clearly was obvious that something was bothering Bella and it had to do with him. But she had never had trouble coming to him about anything before. The thought that tended to flow through his mind was one he did not want to accept. Who would want to accept that the one they loved more then anything honestly wanted nothing to do with them? He looked at Kat as she responded to his comment about being a killer. "That wasn't in anyway a compliment to myself." The words easily came from his mouth. He had tried really hard to leave the monster behind. Life seemed to have other plans as it always came back to that, back to the monster that HYDRA had created. Really what was so wrong with wanting a life away from it with the one he loved. "Clearly you have never felt as I feel about Bella for another." It was the only way one could actually believe that. Hell it would be a lie if he didn't admit he thought the same way before. "I know because I used to think the same way." Really... Why was he even talking about this with her? The one person in this place that would be the least likely to actually understand. She was just another person distorted and transformed by HYDRA into a tool and a weapon. Tools and weapons didn't need those kind of emotions. No emotion at all was even more preferable. He did understand why... Because they could end up like he is now. Sulking with an emotional wound that has no real fix. But the feelings he had when he was with her had made the life he had before seem like he wasn't alive at all. Nothing compared to life when he was with Bella experiencing new things. He laughed at her words. He really just find something hilarious in them. Not human, a beast, it was true... When left to himself that was something he saw himself as. If he hadn't seen the potential of himself in his time with Bella...Things might have turned out differently. She'd tried so hard when they'd first started hanging out to help him feel human--Welcome. Gideon couldn't deny there were times he really did feel normal now, like many of the other mutants at the academy. "The monster isn't the better half... I have learned that in my time here. I know how easy it is to hate and how hard it is to love. I don't even know why I am having this conversation with you... You haven't been away from HYDRA long enough to let that programming of their's start to fade Kat. Their influence is still too fresh in you." Gideon was very much the same as she was back when he came to Xavier's, probably even worse really if he thought about it. As he had mentioned earlier hate and anger were always the easier of the emotions. And when Kat transformed to look like Bella-- That was something that brought out anger. Not because he was angry with Bella, even though there was some anger and hurt at being tossed away for over a month so damn easily... His faith that love was stronger than the other emotions kept him steady. His stubborn nature refused to accept what Isabella was doing. No... He still loved her. And he knew Bella still loved him. It had to be that her feelings had become hidden somehow... So all he had to do was figure out a way to uncover them. That didn't mean that seeing Kat wearing Bella's skin-- Checking herself out as if admiring his reina's form for herself fixed anything for him. She felt wrong by every fiber of his being. As he roared at her to change he saw a look she had shown in previous encounters. It was one that made it clear she saw him as her superior... The shifter tilting her head, exposing her neck to him, is what stopped him from sinking his claws through her flesh. It was well known that dead shifters always returned to their true form...It seemed for a moment like she might have been ready to give in. Then her actions altered. Instead of changing back she kept the appearance... While taking things one step further. It was rather bold of Kat to use Bella's voice to talk to him. To almost any other after she made her first few attempts at adjusting into the new voice-- They would have thought she was Isabella Stone, Leader of the Alpha's. Gideon's ears on the other hand took in the sound for what it was. Just as her scent and presence felt incorrect...Her voice sounded wrong. Tainted. Distorted. His very being knew the woman the shape shifter was attempting to imitate. He wouldn't, couldn't be fooled. His hands clenched tighter as his body tensed with every syllable that left the dopplegangers lips. "Your imitation is a sad, pale shadow, of the true person... If that is the best you can do than HYDRA really didn't train you as well as you may think. To another it might work. But to me it's a miserable failure of an attempt." His voice was still twinged with anger and agrivation. "You transformed into her isn't going to help me at all. It isn't me that needs help talking to her. Isabella is the one that needs the help as she is the one that refuses to talk." His demeanor had altered slowly... No longer showing anger. His posture became neutral as his claws retracted back into his arms when Kat walked toward him. Gideon knew Kat wasn't afraid of him as others were... Even if she thought of him as Alpha. And it was that nature of hers that he used to his advantage. They stood near the edge of the roof--As that was where Gideon usually rest when on top of the three story mansion. In one quick motion his hand shot out and wrapped around the shifter's throat. Sure it would look bad to any casual observer. But visually, it looked worse... It looked as if Gideon was dangling his girlfriend over the side of the mansion... Ready to drop her. "You wanted me to be the monster. You said we take what we want when we want. That I suppress my better half. So that's what I'm letting free." His voice didn't have any malice in it. In fact it was eerily calm as he spoke. His grip tightened slightly... Making it so that even less air was getting to her lungs. Before long her brain would become muddled as it became starved for oxygen. "So your options are to change back now....or hope you figure out how to go from another person to an animal real quick." Gideon intoned expressionlessly, watching to see if her skin shifted tone. She would return to her own body--One way or the other. In her time here he had learned she couldn't go from a human transformation to an animal...Not without first reverting back to her original form. "Sure a fall from this height won't necessarily kill you... But I don't need you to die from the fall. No... there are worse things that can be done........ So Kat-- What will it be? Change back? Or take a fall and hope to shift in time... Or maybe even one of the bushes below will cushion your fall so you don't break... Too many bones." Through all of his threats his voice was calm. Other then the whole dangling her over the edge of the building...No one would be able to see the malice or cruelty in Gideon's person. He didn't care that she might be able to pull them both over the edge... It would be pointless, as they both knew Gideon would easily walk away from the fall of this height. He waited patiently for her response...But Katarina still clung to consciousness...And Isabella's form. When the threat of the fall didn't seem to work on getting what he wanted...He decided that a change of plans was in order. In another swift motion, he brought her back over the roof, and forced her down to the tarmac. Pinning her down, using the weight of his adamantium skeleton to hold her there...He growled out a new threat. "Now Kat... Lets have a little give and take. You got the monster you wanted.....So change back like I want." Pressing his free hand to the side of her head to hold it to the side--He slid his claws out just enough so the points pressed against her...Just breaking skin. Threatening to bore through her fragile body deeper. His eyes were becoming darker and colder with each passing second that she didn't do as he demanded. (OOC: Permission given by Ephemeral to auto her)
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Bianca was a little surprised at Rob's choice of words to her and her natural reaction was to turn a light shade of red, though hopefully it wasn't real noticeable. "Thanks." She wasn't sure if he was being nice or not yet either way she was pleased to hear that she looked good. The umbrakinetic had been afraid that she wouldn't look all that good. Her disappearance back into her room hadn't been to give him time to collect himself, but had she known she may have taken a little longer. When she returned he seemed to be more himself and ready as he mentioned the corsage jokingly. "That might have turned into a major faux pas should you have forgotten." Bianca returned lightly hoping it was in a somewhat equally joking tone. To say she was trying to loosen up and forget about the last couple of months would have been an understatement.
Watching in veiled amusement as Rob stepped aside and gestured towards the end of the hall before speaking in a proper tone Bianca offered him a slight nod of her head. "Milord you are too kind." Briefly she wondered exactly what transportation the pyrokinetic had secured, but didn't ask. It would just have to be a surprise for now. Walking to the location where Rob had the car Bianca was pleasantly surprised as Rob opened her door for her and closed it. Obviously he was already having fun with the entire thing from the look on his face. So in response to show that she was having a good time so far as well she smiled for him as she buckled up and waited for him to drive to the university.
The radio had not been tried in the car and Rob seemed to be in thought as he drove so she remained quiet. The last thing Bianca wanted to do was draw his attention away from the road and have them crash or something like that. Not to mention he deserved his quiet time for having the kind heart to take her to prom. She just hoped she could be half as fun to be around tonight as he had already been so far. Looking over at the red head politely as they pulled up to the university she allowed him to rush to open her door. Listening to him as she stepped out of the car she gave a breathy sigh and let out a small laugh. "I think I am about as ready as I am going to get. Thanks for asking though. I still think I am a little boring, but I will try to be less so for you tonight." Waiting patiently as he locked the car she allowed him her arm as she listened to him again.
Another small laugh was given at his words. "Look at you trying to talk me out of it. Having second thoughts?" Clearly by her tone she didn't think he was, but she figured it was the polite thing to do. Despite his expectation she made no movements to hit him just offering him a smile. Then she parted her lips again and spoke in a joking tone. "Wow though who knew you were such a gentleman. I don't know how I will ever go back to doing things for myself again." Bianca's smile said it all as they continued walking towards the doors. "So I guess the real question that needs to be asked before we go in is are you ready for prom?" Clearly she thought she was going to ruin it for Rob somehow.
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