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 Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2004 2:30 pm
"Alright...I'm assuming your brother's up to doing this?," Jacen asked. Phenix nodded with an irritated look on her face. "Ok. Here's what I'm looking to find out. I need to get into the bank systems to find any bank accounts under the name of either Richard or Janice White."
While Phenix started to pound away on the keyboard, Jacen sat down at a nearby computer, and turned it on in the hopes there'd be at least a few choice cuts of music on the system. After it had booted, Jacen looked throughout it's HDD to look for whatever music there was in there. Hopefully, someone would have similar tastes as him.
"My god......," Jacen said to himself, "This is blasphemous. Nothing but pop, pop rock, and crap." Disgusted, he promptly turned the machine off. There was no point to do anything but sit and wait for all this to occur. Feeling a bit of tiredness starting to get to him, he rested his head on the desk. Within a few moments, the tapping of the keys combined with the hum of the computer lulled Jacen to a restless sleep.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2004 2:49 pm
*Ruka walked down the halls of the mall. She stopped here and there to look at the different stores. "no.....nope......stupid....i'd rather be dead than seen in that...". Her eyes widened as she looked into the store window. On the other side was a very large, very nice brown jacket. She put her hands in her pant pockets and felt around* "sponge...no money...hmm..." *she looked slightly behind her right shoulder and saw a man starting to walk out of a expensive store and walk her way. "he looks rich enough".
She looked back ahead and started to walk backwards slowly untill finially nocking back into the man. They both fell on the ground and Ruka jumped right back up and stuck her hand out to help him*
Ruka: "I'm so sorry!! I didn't see you there! Here, let me help you!!" *The man grabed her hand and she helped him up*
Man: "It's alright! Thank you for helping me up."
Ruka: "No problem! Sorry again! bye!.....heh heh heh, now let's see here" *Ruka turned around as the man walked off. She pulled out his wallet from under her sleeve and looked for money*
Ruka: "oooo, $250! now let's get that coat"
((ooc: hi everyone! thanks for letting me join! i hope i can fit in ok sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2004 3:27 pm
Penance X ooc: Hey, Esper, I probably have what you do all wrong in my post, but I just wanted to mention you for some reason. IC: ASHESECHO: Hey, what are you doing up so early? DCX BYTE: I could ask you the same, Phen. ASHESECHO: Probably. DCX BYTE: The best info is out there at this time. Nobody is watching it. ASHESECHO: Be careful. DCX BYTE: Again, I could say the same to you. ASHESECHO: What? Reading my files again? You know, Xavier probably knows you do that. DCX BYTE: Yes and probably. Not my fault some of the best materials to read are harbored at the Institute. ASHESECHO: David, those are my friends and their own confidential files. You shouldn't be reading them. DCX BYTE: I shouldn't do alot of things, but I do them anyway. ASHESECHO: You can be so infuriating. You need to take one of these ethics courses here. Learn to not abuse your abilities. DCX BYTE: You have a new techno at your school. Maybe you should make sure she doesn't abuse the system either since you feel the need to be a baby sitter. ASHESECHO: Kylia? DCX BYTE: Yea, she's relaying into the system somehow now although I don't think she's logged onto anything. ASHESECHO: I don't know what she really does yet. I haven't talked to her yet. DCX BYTE: I can show you her file.
But let just say your brother only has my "user friendly" file 3nodding If he every tried to hack into my real file he'd get attack by several nasty computer viruses. wink
blaugh I think your brother and I should get in an online aguement just for fun.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2004 5:00 pm
OOC: Esper, feel free to use David anytime you'd like smile
IC:
ASHESECHO: How long do you think this will take?
DCX BYTE: Depends on how well hidden these folks are... I thought they were dead.
ASHESECHO: Apparently they're not. I think Jacen is from up North. I'd check there.
DCX BYTE: Thanks genious. I'm already on it.
ASHESECHO: Oh yea, you're the one that breaks into the files. I forgot.
DCX BYTE: No you didn't. Phen, you don't really have to be so hostile towards me.
ASHESECHO: I know, David. I'm just really tired. Its been a long week. We just go back from fighting another super villain.
DCX BYTE: Yea, I read about your encounter at the school. Sounds like he and his Horsemen were the be all and end all.
ASHESECHO: Yea, he almost ended it all right. David, how the hell are you chatting with me and doing your work?
DCX BYTE: I'm a born multitasker. Besides, the information kinda of just flows through me. Sometimes I wish I could plug right in.
ASHESECHO: Please don't. You saw Serial Experiments Lain.
Phenix looked over and saw that Jacen was now sleeping. He looked rediculously uncomfortable.
ASHESECHO: BRB
DCX BYTE: K, I'm onto a trail anyway.
She pushed some books and things off of a lumpy sofa in the corner. It had been used to hold students papers and never claimed print outs. It had to be more comfortable than a desk, though. She went over to Jacen and nudged him. Of course, that wasn't the smartest thing to do since it created a wicked reflex from Jacen's subconscious. A black dagger of energy was created and then absorbed by Phenix's hand.
s**t, Phenix, didn't you ever hear the saying 'let sleeping mutants lie?'
She shook her hand which stung.
"Hey, Jacen, I cleared the couch for you. Get some real rest," She whispered nudging him again. He grumbled something and then lifted his head up completely half asleep. She was pretty sure he wouldn't remember being moved he was that out of it. She helped him over to the couch where he collapsed into heavy sleep again.
Phenix yanwed again and went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. She came back and sat down at her computer screen. She checked some email and started to read the local news. Without her control, her screen switched to national news showing pictures of the fire fight with Apocalypse. She could see a picture of herself helping to take down War.
DCX BYTE: Mom would be so pround.
ASHESECHO: Don't be sarcastic. And don't tap into my terminal. How is your hunt?
DCX BYTE: You can wake you friend, I have some results.
ASHESECHO: Already?
DCX BYTE: I'm not an amateur.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2004 5:47 pm
Winged Outlaw Nokomis Midnight ooc: >) the real peitro * has outlaw in closet* OOC: Oooo... kinky smile ooc * que evil laughter*
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2004 7:36 pm
*15 mins later Ruka walked out of the mall wearing while new outfit. She was wearing baggy dark blue jeans that have very large pockets, a purple turtle neck that really shows her curves, new shoes, sunglasses, black gloves, and the coat that was in the store window. She stoped by the trash can and threw away the wallet.*
Ruka: "another good thing about making myself invisable, no fingerprints!!!" *She mischievous grin creeped across her face as she began to walk down the street*
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2004 9:14 pm
"Now, I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here," began Pietro, addressing his "troops". Long ago, they were all called together to do a "job" for Magneto, though since then they'd all become independent operatives.
"I'm certainly wondering, Mr. Maximoff," spat one Jean-Paul Beaubier with his trademark lisp. "I don't recall us being your personal construction crew."
"For real, Jean Paul and I are late for a fashion gala," snorted Jean-Marie, Jean-Paul's sister. Together, they were known as Northstar and Aurora, Canadian twins with the power to fly at super-speed. Both of whom gave Pietro a run for his money when it came to sheer arrogance.
"Listen LADIES, in case you forgot, I saved all your asses the last time we were together, so you owe me!" snapped Pietro at the two siblings, taking a none-too-subtle jab at Jean-Paul's sexuality.
"Ok. No. Bickering," fired out the Whizzer, a young black teen who may have been a mutant, but for some reason his genetic makeupu never gave a straight answer. Regardless, he could theoretically run forever, he never got tired, and he was easily able to shatter the sound barrier several times over. "Pietro why'd you call us here?"
'We're building a house, and--"
"Oh ******** that!" shouted the entire group.
"What?? It'll only take like a few minutes!" shouted Pietro.
"And it'll bust our asses!" shouted Whizzer.
"Not to mention that I do NOT to manual labor, that's for the underlings to carry out!" shouted an indignant Northstar.
"Oh you POMPOUS twits!" shouted Pietro. "This is so not the worst favor I could ever ask!"
"Oh stop being sore that I'm faster than you!" shot back Northstar.
"What the ******** did you just say?"
"Simple. I fly faster than you can run."
"You son of a b***h! No one's ever been faster than me!"
"Pietro darling you know its really nothing to be ashamed about. I mean performance issues notwithstanding--"
"I will ******** end you, you goddamn fruit! Flying is so ******** cheap too, you don't even have to deal with air resistance!"
The insults began to fling back and forth faster between the two boys, reaching a speed that would have been nothing but incomprehensible gibberish to anyone who couldn't react at super-speed. However, as quickly as their little spat began, it was ended, as both boys found themselvs suddenly flung to the ground, their wrists and ankles bound together.
"What you young folk seem to see in such petty arguments I'll never understand," said the Silver Sabre with a sigh as he appeared in normal sight. Sabre was a relic from the WWII super-soldier program, a normal human granted an extremely fast metabolism through a still-classified process. The effect gave him super-speed, and left him in the prime of health despite his years. And though time had left him the slowest of the group, he was by far the most experienced and skillful at using his powers, and took no small delight in making his younger comrades look foolish. "Anyway young master Maximoff, might there be anything in for us if we do this little job?"
"Well not that any of you traitors deserve it but yeah... you'll get some cash out of this if that's what it'll come down to."
This team had often fought in the past, but that magical word known as "money" was a cherished item shared by all. Within moments, the lawn was alive with a blur of activity and noise as the house began to reassemble itself within a matter of minutes... and in less than a half hour, was complete... though the personal items that Pyro had burned away were long gone.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2004 9:18 pm
((OOC) Heh...sorry for not posting in forever... sweatdrop gonk )
Wilsey walked slowly down the halls toward her dorm, avoiding more of the new people as she made her way. She tripped over someone sitting in front of thier door and blushed profusely, her hair twitching to lime green spikes.
"Ah..s-sorry..." she stuttered. The person whose legs she'd stumbled upon simply smiled, it was Kurt. She blushed even more upon realising that.
"It's alright." He said. She smiled uncertainly and rushed on to her room.
Ahhh...this is going to take some getting used to...
She shut her door silently behind her, staring over at her partially unpacked bags.
"Better get to work..." she muttered to herself. Wilsey then began tidying her room, making a note to herself to find Professor Xavier after she was finished, she needed a good talk with him...
((OOC) ninja )
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2004 9:29 pm
*Ruka looked around, trying to find her place. There was nothing but forest. She lost sight of the road hours ago*
Ruka: sponge.....
*She kept walking, hoping she would find another road and it would lead back to the city. After walking about a mile more she came apon a house. She walked around it and found the frount door. She nocked on the door hoping someone would be there to ask for directions. Unknowningly she was nocking on the door of the Brotherhoods house*
((ooc: i hope you don't mind, i just want someone to talk to crying ))
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2004 9:36 pm
"So tell me, what do you see?"
"The insides of my eyelids."
"Come on Duncan, you know what I mean." Actually Dr. McCoy was right. They had only been doing this for somewhere around an hour, he had lost track some time ago, but that didn't stop him from asking.
"Remind me again why we play this stupid game."
"First of all, Duncan, it's not a game, and most importantly, it's not stupid. You have a gift of precognition. Up until this point you have treated it as nothing more than some sort of early warning device, but after hearing the great detail in which you are alerted, I believe that it is more. I believe that with some practice you could be telling us something about future events. Now concentrate."
Duncan opened his eyes to glare at his teacher. "That won't help." He closed his eyes and let his thoughts wander. He was tired of this, he was still sore from his battle with War, and he was sure McCoy had no clue what he was talking about. He just wanted to go get some rest. About this time, his imagination began working. He started thinking of ways of how he could get out of this. Fake sickness, claim a certain wound was to agitated for him to concentrate, maybe just feign a blackout. No, they all would promote some sort of examination from his teacher. Maybe, he hoped, some random act would occur that would draw Dr. McCoy's attention elsewhere.
He could just see it. Some young students where they shouldn't be like the hanger. Playing where they shouldn't, say up on the catwalk. A dare is issued and a shaggy brown haired boy climbs out over the edge. One mistake and that kid would be bawling on the floor below because he broke his leg. Someone like Jean would find them and she would burst into this room asking for Dr. McCoy to follow her to the infirmary.
"What do you see." This was at least the tenth time he was asked that and he was tired of it.
"You leaving." He had opened his eyes and given his teacher the most evil look he could muster. Not a second later, The door opened and Jean stepped through.
"Dr. McCoy, you are urgently needed in the infirmary."
"I'm right behind you." As he walked to the door, McCoy looked over his shoulder at Duncan as if to say 'I told you so'. Duncan jumped up as soon as he was gone and took off for somewhere else. He didn't give it a second thought. His precognition was nothing more than an early warning system, but somewhere in the back of his mind was the nagging of possibility.
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Chaos~Destroyer of Worlds
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2004 9:58 pm
(( well noko persuaded me to come back so i guess i will... but i dont know for how long domokun awell il start up rping again, letys just say i left the apartment and now im going ot try the mansion again))
*buzzes the mansion again and hopes he will get an answer this time* probably a waste of my time *he says to himsefl quitely wondering if he should just turn around and leave*
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2004 10:20 pm
*Ruka stood there for what seemed like forever. She finially gave up and walked away. She walked around for a while then came back apon the city. She was on a hill and the veiw was breathtaking. She saw what looked like a mansion*
Ruka: hmmm....i wonder who lives there?
*She shruged than began to walk in that directions*
((ooc: well that went well.... stare ))
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2004 10:55 pm
No offense ruka but uhm...the brotherhood house burnt down thanks to pyro and peitro* pointed glare at them* if you wanna join up with the brotherhood a bit then attempt to go to a club downtown called the dungeon. nokomis obsidian regina reese and maybe..sometime..the others will join them but they are there ^_^ dancing..
edit: ok change that the house is there..but peitro and his clones are there to X-x; * shoves peitro back in closet* i told you to wait boy!* brings out the whip*
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2004 3:51 am
Jaen woke the first time, and willfully played the part of the sonambulist as he walked to the nearby sofa to rest again. He felt kind of bad for crashing like this, but what could he do about it?
While he slept a bit easier, his mind was going absolutely banana. His subconcious kept flicking back to Apocalypse's chamber on that one occasion, when he saw his friend being carved up. More and more, his mind focused on that, each time her screams became more vivid, the blood that much more real.
"Enough!!!," he semi-shouted as he sat up, sweat pouring from his forehead. Evidently he had caught Phenix's attention, due to the fact she was staring at him. "......Sorry......bad dream......really bad dream."
She nodded while sipping at her coffee. "It seems you're awake just in time. David said he's found something."
"Really?" He yawned and stretched a bit, not enough to fully wake him, but enough to make him somewhat functional. "That was fast. Almost too fast. You sure he found the right persons?" Then the screen blipped for a second and up came a list of what seemed to be a small database. Sure enough, there was a highlight on the page. It was the name of his father.
"Yea.....last deposit.....April 21, 1999......," Jacen said quietly, "A week before I left home...." He knew that everyone had knowledge of him being a vagabond before he came to Bayville, but he knew that the only other person besides him that knew the truth behind it wouldn't tell. He trusted Kim that much.
"Wow....my parent's are ******** loaded!!," Jacen said in astonishment at the White's frozen account. There was a good half a million dollars just sitting there, untouched for the better part of five years. Money that his father had apparently saved away out of habit, due to them always being on the move. The major disadvantage of having to do alot of travelling for work.
"Now....I guess the big question is......is there a way to unfreeze that particular account and transfer the funds somewhere to where I could get them or my parents could?" Jacen sighed before continuing. "All I can say is my parents have been thought dead for years, and a zombie husband and wife won't look good walking through the bank."
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2004 5:22 am
*Ruka streched back and yawned, her back cracking. She blinked some than rubbed her eyes. Her stomaic growled as she got up. She looked down and poked it.*
Ruka: great.... stare
((ooc: sorry it's so little, gotta gooooo *is dragged away by her hair*))
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