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 Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 5:14 am
 An imitation, a fabrication, a pretty fake, a counterfeit...
An empty carcass behind the artist, is there a trace of innocence? ȻΩѶɆȾ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☥ Ωrchid Ⱥutumn
Ωmegas
Location: Hallway
Thoughts: Honestly? I just wanna show off the dress… ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☥ Orchid eyed the mirror before her a few times, scanning over the beautiful face that lie on the other side of the glass. Like most girls, her make-up had to be absolutely perfect for an outing such as prom. Most girls usually hired an outside party to do the make-up for them, but the hair manipulator figured she was good enough at it that she could do it herself. Hair was also usually a problem for most girls, but thanks to her mutation she never had any problem with that. Ever. In a matter of seconds she could cycle through five completely different perfect hairstyles, color and all, without really moving a muscle. Say what they wanted to say about mutants, every woman in the world wished they had her power. She made a few final passes with her eyeliner before she decided she looked perfect. She finished the ensemble by sliding on a pair of opera-length evening gloves, though in her typical style they happened to be fingerless. She also placed a black masquerade mask off to the side of her forehead, mostly a fun little accessory she’d acquired from a rather fancy costume shop on one of her many shopping trips with her roommate Farren. She mostly wore it as part of a dare she’d been challenged to by the floramancer, but also because she really wanted to use it at some point, and it certainly went with the outfit. With her being really the only student she knew on-campus with her particular tastes, it really would not be a surprise to any of her team members what she decided to wear. Since the floramancer was made Orchid’s roommate, she certainly began having more fun on campus. While the girl was certainly different from her in most respects, they had enough in common that they would not butt heads, pretty much ever so far. Like her she was a bit of a troublemaker, and she’d certainly enjoyed their frequent shopping trips together. The two made it a mission to fill up Farren’s wardrobe as quickly as possible. And frankly, she was a lot more enjoyable company than her previous roommate. She stood up once she was done, and examined herself in the mirror once more. Every piece of the outfit was hand-made by her personally, except for the corset and mask. And she did a mighty fine job in her oh so humble opinion. She looked damn hot. ”Oh yeah; if I could, I’d totally do me,” she said to the nonexistent audience in her bedroom. She wondered briefly if such a thing would count as incest or masturbation, but shrugged it off almost immediately when she decided there were more important things to do. Things like show off her new dress, and possibly seduce one of the weaker-willed female students; nothing like a prom night one night stand to make girls realize their own gender is so much more fun in bed. She stepped out of her room locking the door behind her. Her steps were graceful as she made her way down the halls. While she did aim for the entrance, she decided to take a detour when she spotted a familiar green on the corner of her eye. She decided to follow the floramancer for a bit before finally speaking up, a friendly haughty tone to her voice. ”Well hello there, Hermosa. Don’t feel like dancing tonight?” she said with a smirk and a raised brow. ”Loving the dress, by the way. Now aren’t you glad I made you buy it?”☥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☥ This doesn’t feel right, feels like everything’s further away.
Dead as the nightlife, hindsight, watching another mistake.
You never feel right, long nights, following into the day.
Pale as the streetlights, pure white, washing the color away...
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 5:56 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... █║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║   He bade her to relax, and she stiffened for a moment, uttering soft words without meaning to. “Is it you?”
The riot and encounter with Mystique posed as the victim had made her…Incredibly paranoid, suspicious. Though just as before, the moment her hackles started to rise…He quashed her feelings of doubt and distrust with some witty comment. Some line that was Oh-So-Blake…That made her forget for sixty seconds at a time, that he could be the enemy in a deeply detailed, researched disguise.
A small smile lingered on her lips when he countered her argument about cowboys and knights in shining armor…Though her mood was dour, she couldn’t help herself. She waved her hand in the air dismissively, shaking her dark head as she watched him give her the ‘People’s Eyebrow’. He could be such a ham sometimes… But she’d missed it. Missed the comfort of being able to say…Anything. Without worry, or fear of repercussions.
It had been so long that yes…Isabella had forgotten his nickname for her. From anyone else she took ‘doll’ as a condescending, misogynistic insult. But coming from Blake, it was an entirely different entity…It showed familiarity. Friendship. Care. Despite any claims she might make about the boy being a lady killer… She knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would never actually seek to objectify her.
“What about that time you chased me up a rope at camp?”
“Or up a tree at home? I have this sneaking suspicion you were just enjoying the view.”, Isabella retorted without thinking, falling into old, teasing patterns against her will. He was…One of the kindest people, correction, one of the kindest boys she’d known growing up. Julian Keller had really been a…Hellion—For lack of a better term. But Isabella couldn’t help but poke invisible fun… Her head tilted as she moved her shoulders to and fro; curling into the warmth of the jacket he’d placed on her shoulders. “That doesn’t sound like a proper gentleman to me.”
Granted the first time, she had thrown water at him…Maybe that was her fault.
Nah.
She eyed him critically when he claimed that indeed, he’d remained in the restaurant waiting for her alone… His little watery eyes trick didn’t completely fool her—But part of her instinctively felt bad. She wore her emotions on her sleeve… What if he really had sat alone waiting for her? Her eyes rolled heavenward for a moment, before she reached out—Hand on his arm to gather his attention. If she didn’t already have it. “I’m not sure I believe you, Blake Tanner… But if you did wait for me all night—I’m sorry.”
Isabella was silent for a moment as her head tilted to the side, listening to him explain the experience. A small smirk crossed over rouge painted lips at the implication. She couldn’t stand when they’d had debates at the lunch table and girls from every year wandered over to make eyes. Date books did not belong in tactical and danger room discussions. So indeed, she’d gently waved them off.
“Flattered? Now, you’re flattered?”, her eyes rolled heavenward for the second or third time…She’d been trying to explain this to him for years. Looking out towards the darkness of the woods, she against focused… Reflexively reading the sound waves that came to her. Her eyes glazed as they usually did…“There’s someone out there.”
Her head tilted, almost like a hawk listening for it’s prey…Only to tense for a moment, before blushing deeply, visibly, despite her skin tone—Immediately pulling her ability back from the wide net she’d cast. It certainly hadn’t taken some of the student body long to decide to have a little more…Fun, than the dance hall could provide. “Several someone’s—Doing things that might make Christ blush.”
Her hand came to her ear as she rubbed it absent mindedly, a shudder running through her that had nothing to do with the cold. “This is one of those times… I really wish I could unhear things.”
She brightened a little when he told her that it would be good to be around. Isabella wasn’t egotistical enough to assume it had anything to do with her at all—But was simply glad to have him…Home. She liked having all of her ducks in a row. All safe, hidden under her wings.
“But you’d be the cowboy with the pleasure of my company.”, she returned, his smirk ruffling her feathers—Spawning an instant, necessary response from her, that wouldn’t have otherwise made itself known. “I maintain that you’re the lucky one.”
“Not to mention, you don’t have to pay.”
Isabella herself wasn’t by any means loaded…Not like Blake, or some of the other students… But her family did have money from the Brewery they maintained in Colombia. Her mother had always been very careful to leave her child unspoiled and only gave her a certain stipend each month. It had taught the songstress to budget well. As such, she could certainly afford her own dinner…Not to mention, that it wasn’t a date. Boys only paid, if it was a date.
The songstress should her head, still smiling, when he wagged his finger at her, vowing never to give his source. She would find out one day.
Isabella hadn’t meant to react so…Poorly, to his request that they dance. It was one of her many faults, that she tended to be, exactly as she was. If she was sad…It showed. Happy…It showed. Even while trying to keep it together lately for her team, she was sure that some of them could tell she wasn’t quite herself. She really…Really did want to dance.
She was grateful…Beyond grateful, that he didn’t pressure her for answers. That he didn’t ask why such a simple thing caused her face to shatter. He replaced his jacket over her shoulders while her eyes lingered on the ground for a moment…Embarrassed. Bella tried, and was mostly successful with chasing away the sting in her throat and the sudden burning in her eyes. Such a small thing…Such a small reminder of how quickly her life was changing brought a months worth of pain and trouble to the surface.
“If you insist…”, came her light, indifferent response…But as with most statements between the two of them, there were subtle undertones that were easily inferred…Emerald orbs thanked him silently. She moved a finger to brush just under her right eye carefully, looking away as she made sure not to smear her mascara with a small, dry laugh. “I do want to.”
“But I can’t.”, Isabella reiterated with a long suffering sigh as she rocked her body to the side, bumping playfully into him as he winked…Trying to lighten a mood that she had suddenly darkened. “It probably is better for your social life that we don’t…. You might never get a date around here once the girls figure out you’ve got two left feet.”
She bit her lower lip as she tried to think of something else to do that would incorporate her guard dog duties… Isabella started to walk down the promenade, head tilting back towards him for a moment, jade eyes sweeping over him…Slowly becoming convinced of his authenticity. “Walk with me?”
"I've plans to scare the hell out of the kids necking in the woods. I am a chaperone after all."
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 6:54 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." ✬════━━┈┈┈☆┈┈┈━━════✬  “It should be.”, Katarina responded to X-20, her tone deadpan. The shifter didn’t like what H.Y.D.R.A. had turned her into…But she couldn’t deny what she was. She was an empiricist, a spy, and a murderer underneath the skin of an attractive teenager. She believed in simple fact…Not hopes and dreams. There was no wishing, to be more human. “We are what we are. The sooner you accept it, the sooner we can get off this roof.”
She snorted, actual laughter pooling from her when he warned her that the Academy would make her go soft. That was a laugh…Gideon might have been the more powerful of the two of them, and therefore her superior…But she would never be so weak as to let something so fickle as love turn her into a brooding pile of uselessness. “Don’t hold your breath.”
“I happen to like being able to think rationally. Emotional baggage gets non-invincible mutants like me, unlike yourself, killed. Quickly.”
Gideon likely wouldn’t discover the true reasons that she’d left the side of the Contessa for a good long time. Katarina, despite her need to taunt and insult…Didn’t like to talk about herself, or her life. The only thing that mattered was survival. Freedom, and the future. Gunmetal blue eyes swept over the man, trying hard to understand why he had wrapped himself so firmly with in one harpy of a woman. It was a mistake. Surely, he saw that. “Live the lie…Go ahead…But the truth will come out. It always does.”
“I never said that H.Y.D.R.A. was the only place we could learn to survive. But the fact of the matter is this: We didn’t grow up here, like sad, pathetic little libertarians. We grew up in hell. So we must make due with the tools we were given.”, the shifter responded succinctly, feeling a vague sense of annoyance. Her temperament caused certain syllables to become stressed more than they would have been, if she were American Born. There was no way for her to assimilate the way that Gideon had… Not here. She didn’t trust the X-Men, by nature, not to put her back in a cell the minute things started going down hill for them.
And it would.
She had seen the news broadcasts…The demand, that all mutants voluntarily submit themselves for registration. There was no way that this compound would subject their students to being poked and prodded at like lab rats. So it was common sense…Things would go badly. Soon.
“Every part of you needs a reality check. You’re a blubbering mess.”, Katarina responded to his heated accusation without care, still checking out the new form she’d taken. It was always curious, to become someone new. Her inspection was cut off from Gideon’s sudden need to choke and put holes in her.
He growled, and she could feel it echo deep in her bones. Literally. It carried through the metal of his form in an almost frightening way. She could feel it, any place where their bodies touched. She felt fear on instinct…And as such kept entirely still at first. At least, until she was sure he wouldn’t behead her. Or sever her carotid and watch her bleed to death. She smirked up at him as he wiped the blood off of his cheek, resting an arm behind her head as if she were relaxing on the beach…Entirely pleased with herself.
“You’re no fun at all.”, she taunted cheekily as he moved away, deliberately batting full lashes at him. Katarina was well aware that he wouldn’t take the bait…He’d return to his normal, broody self, without a second thought. But she’d proven what he’d tried to hide…They were both more creature than human.
She waited….Almost patiently for a response, watching him, watch the rest of the world from the rooftop. Her smirk widened when he addressed her as ‘Kat’ not ‘Katarina’. He’d come around, eventually. “If you expect me to do as you wish—You have to be, Alpha. It’s not a one way street in which you simply give orders, and I follow like a good little lamb. It’s give and take.”
The girl rose from the roof with the grace of something other than human, soft steps taking her to X-20 without fear. He was harmless. If he’d wanted her dead, she would be. Kat stood close enough that their arms just barely touched…Not enough to be bothersome, but enough to know the other was there. To feel warmth. Her voice was quiet...The teenage laughter and pettiness leaving her tones entirely as she shifted persona's...Her tone matched his. “I’m not some lower life form on the food chain…I’m not a child, and I’m not a pup. If you want to command me, you have to earn it. To be Alpha is to take care of those beneath you…It’s responsibility.”
“But since you’ve made your point so clear…I’ll abstain from taking her form.”, the shifter spoke up lightly, her words nearly stolen with the wind…The more of the monster she brought out in him…The more he would accept and understand what she’d said. "For now."
“But you’ll change your mind. When your desire remains just out of reach… Sometimes a pale shadow, is better than nothing at all.”
✬════━━┈┈┈☆┈┈┈━━════✬ (Oodles Of Chickens: .....meep.....)
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 1:20 pm
Ｃｈａｍｅｌｅｏｎ
Ｄａｙｌｉａ Ａｓｔｒａｌｌｏxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Ｔｅａｍ Ｏｍｅｇａxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: Prom...xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx  Daylia listened to Dimitri as he talked about his own plan ‘B’. She perked a brow, her lips pressed into a line. "Oh really?" She asked before a small smile crept across her face. "Just a fair reminder, women are vindictive." Of course it was a joke to go along with his own. It was rare for Daylia to hold a grudge, at least for too long, and even then, ditching her at prom would be a low offence. There were too many other things she could get herself into if he decided to leave her here. Though, of course if she couldn’t find a ride back, that would be cause for a more severe punishment.
Daylia’s eyes went back to the room as she licked her lips, which were now practically void of any gloss, which of course wouldn’t bother her. The gloss always felt funny when she put it on. "At least we can agree on that plan." Her eyes took in the faces of those around them, taking note that Cissa had taken up the Speedster on his invitation to prom. It shocked her slightly of course, what with her demanding that he leave after shoving his tongue down the blonds throat. Dimitri made mention of them. "Yeah, last I heard of that, was her yelling at him to leave her room, nearly frying him in the process." She said, recalling the ball of energy the blond held the day of the dress fitting.
Daylia felt awkward standing there, arm linked with Dimitri. Why had she agreed to come again? Because she had nothing better to do. Her gray eyes went back to Dimitri as he asked if she would like to dance. She thought about it for a moment, weighing the positives and negatives of it. There were not many positives. She gave a shrug. "I guess, just don’t be mad when I step on your toe." She said with a sheepish smile. The last thing she wanted was her date yelling at her for a miss step. That would be another offence, one she would need to get even for.
Daylia allowed him to lead her to the dance floor, where they took up their positions. Again she felt awkward. The only time she had slow danced with someone was at a wedding, and it had been with her father. "So what made you want to come to prom in the first place?" She asked, feeling less awkward with the broken silence. "And god please don’t tell me you were hoping to get lucky." She said with a shake of her head.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 6:58 pm
Alpha - Leo's Room || Garage || Frontier University - The Unveiling  She heard him walking across the floor, Tara grinning as she leaned her arm against his doorframe. As he opened the door, she smiled, doing a little twirl when he commented on how good she looked. " Naturally. You don't look too shabby yourself. Quite dashing, I'd say," she said with an ever present grin. Smoothing a few folds in the front of her skirt, he asked if they were going to dinner or the dance first. It was then that Aurelie came by, muttering that it had been a while since they'd seen each other. The brunette smiled, giving her date a small nudge as the blonde complimented his appearance. There was kind of an awkward silence after that, the blonde seeming to refrain from saying something before finally turning to her and requesting pictures of him doing the chicken dance. Tara laughed at that point, giving the girl a wink. " I'm ashamed you even feel the need to ask. I think the entire world would want those pictures. But it's a shame you won't be joining us to be in some pictures yourself. If there's one thing better than a guy like Leo doing the chicken dance, it's a hot blonde busting out the Cha Cha Slide." She wasn't kidding when she hoped that the blonde would go, but she also didn't know Aurelie enough to demand that she go, or force her to put on something spiffy and join them. There was another lull in the conversation before the blonde asked the same question they'd left off on - just what exactly were they going to do now? " Hmm, well, dinner or dance first. I guess we didn't really think that one through, did we? I mean, we're already so dolled up, we might as well head over to Frontier. Hopefully they'll have some appetizers or something like that to munch on. if there's nothing to eat, we can always hit a Burger King on the way home." She winked as her statement came to a close, chuckling softly as Aurelie checked her phone and seemed disappointed by the news. She quickly took her leave after that, Tara giving her a small flutter of her fingers as the girl disappeared before turning to the date on her arm. " Whatever we do, we have to start it at the same place, right? Let's get to the car." Being a lady, Tara let Leo escort her to the garage and the car that would serve as their transportation. The car ride itself was pretty uneventful, the two of them chit chatting. By the time they'd gotten to the venue, they were pretty much caught up on everything there was to talk about, the brunette smiling as they pulled into a parking spot. " Well, here we go. Ready for the night of our lives?" Her tone clearly showed the sarcasm at her last statement, fabric rustling as she made her way out of the passenger's seat. Everything was beautifully decorated inside, and she was glad to see that they weren't the first ones there, but they weren't running late either. There were some that she recognized, others were from the other teams that she was less than familiar with, but they all had one thing in common - everyone looked freaking fantastic. " Alright, important decision time - I hope you're ready for it." She paused, stepping in front of him so the pair were looking directly at one another. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes for a second before placing her hands on his shoulders, brown eyes looking into his own. " What table should we sit at. You know this will decide the rest of the evening, right? Better choose wisely." (OOC: Horrid post. My apologies… )
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 6:53 am
Name: Raine "Glitter" Burke
Team: Alphas
Power: Creation and Manipulation of Electricity
Location: Library // Dorm Room // Aren's Dorm Room  " You mean teenage boys shower? Stop the presses, I just found the AX Gazette's next big story," she jested back with a wide grin, the conversation understandably turning to men and women. Aren suggested that while women wanted to see men in suits, men were content seeing women in little to nothing at all, causing Raine to chuckle softly. He made sure to mention that she would look good in whatever gown she happened to choose, but would look just as good ins something a little more revealing. " You're just determined to make me invent new shades of red today, aren't you," she said with a laugh, hands moving up to her cheeks, feeling the heat emanating from them as he gave her a playful wink. Shaking her head slightly, she said goodbye to Felix as he left their company, leaving her and her date alone. She told him a bit about the dress she had already chosen for the occasion, glad when he seemed to approve of her color choice. Waffled entered the conversation (as they seemed to do every single time they spoke), along with some suggestive comments about fruit toppings. Again, her cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink, if that were even possible, quickly changing the course of the conversation once more to plans that needed to be nailed down before the big night. Apparently, he was going to handle dinner, assuring her that it would be great and she could wear her dress to dinner. " If you say so, Prince charming. It's a date then." --------------------  " Alright, I have dress, shoes, clutch, phone, keys, camera…crap, I swear I'm forgetting something!" Raine stood in front of her full length mirror, gaze distant as she mentally ran through the list of things she needed to make sure she had with her for the most important night of her life, to date. Yes, somehow since Aren had asked her to go to Prom with him, she'd turned into one of those girls. Running through the list for the third time, a knock suddenly came to the door, Aren announcing that he was coming in whether she was really ready or not. " I'm good, Eager McBeaver," she called out as he opened the door, doing a little turn as soon as he became visible. Hopefully, he would approve, but she was pretty sure there was no way he wouldn't like what he saw. After all, this dress made her chest look fantastic. " Oh, before I forget," she suddenly blurted out, turning and moving over to the desk where she had a red rose and white orchid boutonniere sitting in a clear plastic container. Holding it up so he could see it, she smiled a bit out of nervousness, moving closer while taking it out of the package. " I hope you like it. I didn't just want to just go the red rose route, but it seemed to match the best," she said with a soft chuckle, glancing at him as if asking his silent permission before she moved forward to pin it on his lapel. He looked so nice already that all it could do was add to the charm. Darn it, why was he so good looking? At least she knew she would be the envy of many a girl once they got to the dance. That knowledge brought a confidence to her that she hadn't felt in a long time. She knew, deep down in her stomach, that this was just going to be a fun night. -------------------- " Not much? You're in a tux and cooked a home-made meal for me. It's perfect," she said with a bright smile, giving his shoulder a soft squeeze as she took a deep inhale of the smells permeating the room. It was enough to make her mouth water, never mind the fact that she'd not eaten much that day in her preparations for the dance. Looking as good as she did took more time than most would have thought, and Raine was known as planning every last detail. He asked if she was a vegetarian as she took a seat at the table, the firefly casting him a broad grin across the table? " Nah, I'm a meat-eating kind of girl," she said with a slight laugh, knowing that she was opening herself up to a host of retorts that would surely make her blush. Yet, she found herself not caring, instead content with the fact that she was sitting across from a nice guy that made her food that smelled delicious, about to go to a party where she would be surrounded by friends and have fun for the rest of the night. There were very few things that would bring her down just about now.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 7:48 am
 [ ʈ | ɦ | ҿ ➸ S | i | z | e | - | S | h | i | f | t | i | n | g ]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxOmega - A night with RaineAn eyebrow rose high on his forehead as Raine imitated a journalist, stating that she'd found the next headliner for the academy's newspaper. Really, he'd never even seen the Gazette, but as she mentioned it, he was sure something of that effect existed. “It would be quite a shock to some women, you may want to put a warning at the top of the article: 'This is not for women who are easily one to become a victim of heart palpitations with life altering news.' Else, I'm sure some poor girl will faint from the text.” He joked, not at all serious.
“Dates will be popping up all around the academy, simply because more women will be willing to go out with a freshly showered man.”
He mentioned the differences in what men liked, and what women liked to her... stating that men weren't so particular with the dress, and that most would be just as happy to see their dates naked. “Just stating the facts, firefly.” The native said with a shrug. Less clothes, less work. More clothes, more build up time. And he was rather sure that's how most men thought, if they had any hopes of getting lucky at the end of the night. “But, I won't lie to you.. getting that particular hue in your cheeks is normally a goal of mine.” She was an easier target than some in that aspect; very few times had he actually gotten that reaction out of Narcissa – those times he had though, he'd considered it a win.
After all, she'd yet to make him flush.
They spoke of waffles, and the fact that it wouldn't be prudent to eat them on prom night, simply because they were messy, but Aren couldn't stop himself from making a few innuendos about the fruit toppings, which again caused heat to rush to his date's cheeks. “And with you, my goal is always met.”
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The night that most had anticipated all week was here, and had landed him outside of Raine's room, where he knocked, only to announce that he was coming in any way. If anything, he would have gotten a squeal in protest if she hadn't been ready. “Eager McBeaver...” He reiterated her monicker for him, and simply shook his head. “If it is to see the lovely shade of red on someone who normally sticks to blue, then yes.”
His eyes were anything but scrutinizing as he drank her in, a smug smile of satisfaction tipping his mouth upwards. “You look stunning, as I suspected you would.” He said, holding up her corsage to show her he'd picked up almost matched the boutonniere: a red rose and two small baby white ones at its base.
“Roses are just fine in my book.” He said, his chocolate eyes fixated on her as she moved to pin it onto his jacket. Already, this prom was quite a deal different than his own... but as he stared at Raine, he wouldn't have this night any other way. Like so many other occasions, Aren was learning what the American tradition was outside of the reservation, and it was something he'd take with him when he returned back to the mountains in Montana.
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It wasn't much, at least in his eyes – several of the guys he'd talked to were ordering from a catering place downtown, or chancing a restaurant despite the precautions they were supposed to be taking. But after having to tango with Avalanche, Aren was quick to fall back on his peaceful principles, and would avoid further conflict if he could. But Raine was just the kind of girl for someone like him – happy with the smaller things rather than the flashy, superficial displays.
“I'm glad you approve.” He answered honestly. Of course, this was one of his personal favorites from home... Despite his obvious addiction to stuffed crust pizza and Doritos, fry bread was his true favorite.. And his mother's gumbo was always to die for. “I actually cook a lot when I am home.” The native admitted, always using present tense when he spoke of the reservation and the things he did there. Never was it any secret that once he was done with his studies, he'd disappear into the life he'd been raised in. It was probably why, he always appeared so cavalier; this life was not permanent.. and he ought to make the most of it while he could.
He asked if she were a vegetarian, and her response was just what a man like him would pounce on to tease. “Oh really now?” Aren cracked, his grin broadening into a fully fledged smile, covering any initial apprehension he might have had about her not eating meat. “And why haven't I heard of this before?" The size shifter inquired, this time going for subtle instead of an outright innuendo.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 12:52 pm
"There is a war coming, are you sure you're on the right side?" Name: Brown, Farren Brown but you may call me Mother Nature
Location: Hall, watching the frills and lace vacate the building. Snarky Remark: "Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one." ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╛ Farren continued to watch the Prom-ridden students trickle themselves either to the garage or out to the front where modern-day chariots awaited. After seeing numerous couples leave, she began to notice a pattern in dress colors. Ironically enough, the majority were dressed in Omega colors; red & black. The exception being Bianca, what little glance the green haired woman managed to grab before the shadow manipulator and her date, Rob slipped away to their chosen vehicle. The Omega leader was in white too; Farren felt her energy and immediately knew the exposed back of the small blonde she had just seen belonged to Narcissa. The floramancer shook her head slightly at the irony of the color choice for the ambient energy wielder and went back to her silent observations.  She had been back for a week and it seemed like a lifetime all ready. Sitting around waiting for the turmoil concerning the MRA to escalate was nerve wracking, to say the least. Many of the younger mutants, those who only recently had their powers manifest, whispered of soldiers storming the school late at night, grabbing as many of the students as they could and dragging them back to some hidden government funded testing facility, like some film that had recently been released to cinemas. Whenever she caught the stirrings of such conversations around a corner or in one of the lounge areas, Farren, although a few of the professors did not approve, would regale missions of how the X-Men protected the school and the innocents. Her scars helped illustrate the point, and little by little, the rumors of abductions by government soldiers began to dwindle off.
”Well hello there, Hermosa. Don’t feel like dancing tonight?” Farren tilted her head towards her roommate's greeting, Orchid having effectively startled the floramancer out of her thoughts. Turning completely, she examined Orchid's final product with appreciation. Yeah, Farren had caught sight of her roomie's working progression of her Prom dress, but the former had decided she would wait til actual Prom to see Orchid strut around in it as a completed piece. She nodded with approval before reaching up and readjusting the masquerade mask just a faction of an inch.
"Not tonight, no. Besides, the kind of dance I'm looking forward to, won't exactly be offered at the University, you know? Glow paint and body shots tend to ruin dry-clean only attire." Farren shook her head then turned up her empty hand at Orchid.
"You look smashing yourself. Got to admit I didn't think you could manage to whip a decent outfit in a week, but you not only proved me wrong but also went beyond the bar of 'decent' to 'ravishing' with little effort. And it's not like it took much to convince me to grab this gem." Farren spun around once to to accent her point.  "I'm still surprised you're going to Prom, chica. Definitely expected you to find something better to do instead. But, since you're going and all, be sure to cause some trouble and mess with the couples while you are there. Farren indicated a few of the more prissy couples down the hall with her thumb as the younger mutants continued their travels to the front drive.
"I'm just gonna stick around here and see if I can find Forge. He'd be the one who could help me with my database issue." Orchid was probably the only one who understood the reasoning behind Farren's current anxiety, one of the side effects of being roommates. Her file had been wiped completely from the database some time while she was in Limbo, and now there was no proof she had ever attended the mansion before. "At least I've chosen a side." Academy X: Our professors are just a bunch of mules.
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 11:39 pm
An imitation, a fabrication, a pretty fake, a counterfeit...
An empty carcass behind the artist, is there a trace of innocence? ȻΩѶɆȾ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☥ Ωrchid Ⱥutumn
Ωmegas
Location: Halls
Thoughts: Body shots and glow paint? Sounds like a plan. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☥ Orchid smiled as the floramancer took a moment to slightly adjust the masquerade mask she wore. Her smile became a little devious when the green-haired girl mentioned her expectations of a real party. The Latina couldn’t say she disagreed, as her idea of a real party was certainly not a school prom. ”The after party then? We can come back and change into something… less classy. I’ll bring the vodka; I only get the good stuff. You bring the glow paint and body glitter. I’ll also have your first dance; I won’t take no for an answer.” She offered the floramancer a wink and a friendly, if flirty, air kiss. Orchid curtsied in a joking manner when Farren began given her compliments, both to her look and her craftsmanship. Never being one to be modest, Orchid knew she had skill in her chosen hobbies, but it was always nice to hear from someone else. Like all other women of the world, she fed on compliments. ”Well, I do like a challenge, and I’m simply not one to wear the same thing the other girls would wear.” It was not so much an anti-mainstream statement that she was making, but more that once she saw the same style worn by others too much it tended to get dull; this was why she tended use self-made clothing instead of store-bought stuff. Still, there was quite a bit of store-bought clothing that was just her taste; Farren’s dress, for example. Her eyes went up and down the floramancer’s rather attractive form, nodding her head in approval as she spun. ”True that. If you didn’t buy it, I would’ve. Hell, I might still buy it. I can get my hair green and we could be twins for a day.” She stuck her tongue out teasingly as she added the last bit. She shrugged as Farren remarked on her surprise that the hair manipulator had decided to even go to prom. In truth, it was not really something she even planned on doing either. But tonight was a slow night, and there was really nothing else going on. ”Really, dear, I just needed an excuse to make something nice,” she said with a smirk, motioning her hands downward to emphasize her dress. ”But really, nothing else is actually happening tonight, so I figured I might as well. No gigs or anything tonight, and none of my favorite clubs have anything going on.” Sometimes New York was one of the best places to find industrial and goth nights at the local clubs, sometimes it was just as dead as the rest of the country. ”It’s a plan,” she responded to Farren’s request with a light giggle. ”It’d be pretty easy to pull down some tops, or pull up some skirts, from nine feet away with my power after all.”She nodded, her expression a little more serious this time. ”You want some company as you do so?” she asked. ”I mean, I’m not exactly counting down the seconds till the dance, and it’s not like anyone’s forcing us to get there early.” She smiled at the girl, sympathetic for her situation. It was rather odd that the X-Men would wipe the files of a former member, and she could definitely see how the fact would frustrate the floramancer. If anything she could be there as support in case the girl received some rather unwanted news. She flashed a smirk at the girl then, never one to let a conversation stay too serious. ”’Sides, the later I get there, the more eyes to ogle me as I walk in wearing this beauty.”☥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☥ This doesn’t feel right, feels like everything’s further away.
Dead as the nightlife, hindsight, watching another mistake.
You never feel right, long nights, following into the day.
Pale as the streetlights, pure white, washing the color away...
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 1:16 am
OMEGA:.............. I think she really wants to be tossed from the roof........ "Even before how I am now it wouldn't of been. When I was still in HYDRA killing a person was no different then squashing an ant." Sure now it really wasn't much differnt to him and it was something he would never deny. But thanks to his time here and with Bella it wasn't how he operated. In the long run it has caused him to suffer injuries that before wouldn't of happened. Against most it takes more effort to subdue then to eliminate. Really the majority of the world were actually quite fragile beings that it takes less then most would think to fatally injury a person. Without his healing factor even with his bones would be just as fragile. The human body was a complex organism that needed many things in order to survive. "I can get off the roof anytime I want I like it up here because it's quiet. Even if there wasn't this thing between Bella and I, I would come up here for the solitude of it." It was true the sounds of inside the Academy would always lessen up on the roof. Part of it was the sound proofing that was done to the place. Even if there were no neighbors for many many miles, it was still good to keep sounds from leaking out to much less ears that weren't meant to heard something. Gideon enjoyied having somewhere not just deep in the woods he could go to. "Don't need to. Just like stone eventually gives way to water. So too can the barriers you have been forced to make erode with time." There was a time that Gideon thought the same way she did. He even had less experience with social encounters then Kat, as except for with harsh trainers, scientists or heavy handed guards there was none for him to have. So in his early time at the Academy he often slipped into the training he had to blend in during missions as to not draw attention to himself. It used to make Bella so angry when he did. The first time he kissed her she originally thought it was thanks to said training that he did and wasn't from the boy himself. "Yes yes HYDRA's little toy designed to take a licking and keep on ticking." He said voice full of sarcasm as he recounted an old tag line for either a toy or some other product that was made to be durable. It wasn't unnoticed by Gideon that when ever things turned to Kat's past she tended to deflect things much like he did. He never pressed hte issue as one he wasn't sure he cared all that much and two he knew the girl would spill eventually. Granted his situation before was not wanting to have people look on him with any more fear then some naturally did in this place. The moment the populace learned he was like Logan many teneded to get out of the way if he were comming down the hall, or if he were to walk into the lounge and only one other was in there they would leave in a hurry. Which he found rediculous sure he was never very personable. But he didn't go around treating people as Cissa did. "We grew up in conditions that would give the majority of the folks here nightmares for life. But you can say I am living a lie all you want. Though to say we can't change and that what HYDRA made us is all we can be is foolish. You yourself have said many times over that I have changed even if you claim it to be a lie." He spoke flatly. He never denied that he was a monster. Sure he kept it buried as much as possible when around others. It's just in his years he had found outlets for it that kept it at bay. "And I know my time here wasn't always one where I was accepted. I know a few that still don't like that I am here. But there were people that were here for my that had my back for lack of a better wording." It was true even if things were somewhat better between the two Gideon knew Scott would not be sad to see him gone. If it wasn't for Logan, Evie, and especially Bella his time here would not of lasted so long. One would be fooling themself if he didn't know that he could be used to gain some good leverage with some of the right people. Gideon had no doubt that thanks to his past if he were turned over to SHIELD it could buy the Academy some powerful backing when the registration thing gets worse. The former HYDRA experiment knew as anyone did it was only a matter of time before things went from bad to worse and the Academy would eventually no longer be a safe haven. After his demand of her change it didn't take long for her denial of his demand to cause things to go bad. If he hadn't held some reins left on his more beastial side Kat probably wouldn't of still been breathing long enough for him to ask again for her to change. After pinning her to the roof and growling it was clear she had given in fully. Kat's body stayied till it was clear he was no longer close the ending her life. It was understandable as the position she was in it wouldn't of taken him anything at all to leave her bleeding out on the roof. "Well obviously part of you gets some fun from annoying me. Or else you wouldn't constantly force your presence on me." He said in a matter of fact tone. Gideon listened to her talk about the Alpha bond that the requirements it entailed evidently. Slowly Kat seemed to make her way next to him as close as she could without going to far and angering him again. And she spoke more saying that she wasn't lower on the food chain and that to be an Alpha he would have to earn it and take care of those beneath him. "You do realize that you are below me on the food chain. Your kind were often my prey in between missions for HYDRA. That monster you want out so bad won't give a damn about you or your ideals of how an Alpha should be. You may of seen my saving you as a way to gain something over you that's not the case. I dragged you out of that mall because you potentially had information useful to me that's all. You are the one that tagged me with this Alpha title I never wanted it. So as for the taking care of those beneath me. No I take care of those I care about. You aren't one of those people." He didn't say this to hurt her feelings or anything. No it's just she wanted the idealised version that was in the files from HYDRA. And he didn't grow up with her pack ideals or mentality. Even here Gideon is a solitary person by nature. There was a difference to him about keeping a team member alive on a mission and actually taking care of someone. Even she can't say he even tried to take care of her. Sure he attempted to help when she asked. But he hasn't gone out of his way to help never sought her out. Things were different when they came to Bella. When he was with her he didn't feel some other presense no somehow when it came to her she allowed him to feel complete. And the lack of that feeling is what has made this last month and a half so difficult. "There is no for now with that. You will refrain from turning into her ever. Unless you are given command by Bella her self to transform into her on a mission. And your wrong a pale shadow would be worse then nothing at all. It would do nothing but make the longing worse." He didn't know how he could make it any clearer to Kat. Never mind the fact that he would of preferred it if she left at the first opportunity. Even if she didn't the shifter would always be a constant reminder his past that he hated. Gideon wanted nothing to do with his HYDRA past and had done many things to distance himself from it. All she did was enjoy throwing it in his face when ever she could. Thinking back on it only left him with more questions and potential theories. If course there was the desire of his to wipe the evil organization from the planet down to the last foot soldier.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 7:19 am
Kerrigan Schwartz
Codename: Knoxx
Team: Omega
Location: Dorm Room
Current Thoughts: Prom Chit Chat  " That just gets so messy…chocolate everywhere." Kerrigan peered over her shoulder at her blonde roommate, glad that she had someone to reassure her that she'd made the right decisions when it came to the dress. It wasn't necessarily something she would have even thought to try on, but she was glad that Cissa had talked her into it. Giving the girl a wink when she suggested that the redhead would be a hot commodity if she were covered in chocolate, she couldn't help but smile - oh the situations they spoke of. The mood of the room did change a bit, however, when the Omega leader recalled the incident at Roland's fitting for his formal wear. Of course the blonde had told her what happened - there were very few incidents that the girls did not share - and Kerrigan could honestly say that she would likely be having a similar reaction if it had been her. Regardless, before the girls had a chance to dwell on things (and likely come up with an elaborate scheme or plan in response), there was a knock on the door the drew Cissa away. The redhead turned her attentions back to her reflection in the mirror - it really wasn't like her to do so much primping and preening in the mirror before an event, but for whatever reason, she was feeling the need to make sure that she looked as close to perfect as possible. After all, it was one of those rarities when someone asked her to go to something with them as a date, albeit as friends, but the pressure was there. Acknowledging Felix as he came into the room, Kerrigan didn't have to wait too much longer before her own knock came. She moved over to answer it, smiling when she saw the boy all dolled up in a tux. Cissa and Felix passed them on their way out, Kerrigan giving her roomie a small wink when she instructed them not to do anything the blonde wouldn't do. " No promises," she spoke back in a joking tone, before turning her sights back on her own date. He seemed to be studying her, the redhead putting on a slightly nervous grin as she waited for him to say something. The reality was that it was likely only a few seconds of silence between them, but for whatever reason, it seemed to be an eternity. Eventually, however, she got the sense that he seemed excited about what he saw, her nervous grin breaking into a smile when he stepped inside. If Cissa's reassurance wasn't enough, she now had the approval that she was really worried about. The redhead couldn't help but comment how nice he looked in his suit, to which Roland responded in kind. He was even so kind as to compare her to a precious jewel. " You're quite the sweet talker," she responded with a grin, moving over to grab the boutonniere she'd gotten for him. He opened the box in his hand to reveal a beautiful white lily corsage. She couldn't help but smile, especially when he seemed to like the flower she'd gotten for him as well. " Did Cissa tell you that lilies were my favorite? Either way, well done, Sir." Raising an eyebrow, as if she were impressed (which she kind of was), Kerrigan chuckled as he expressed anxieties about actually pinning the flower to her dress for fear of ruining the material. She could definitely see where he was coming from, though she had a feeling that he was more scared of her roommate than he was about the actual dress itself. " Oh, she's not that bad. Just protective. Give it here," she said with an understanding smile, handing him his flower while taking hers from his hand. Her fingers were steady as she pinned it to the one shoulder of her dress, fingers brushing against the petals with a small nod of her head. " There we go. Now, you," she said with a chuckle, moving to pin the rose to his lapel with equal dexterity. Hopefully, she wouldn't p***k him, but it was something she'd seen done a hundred times, between her brother's marriage and various army balls she'd been dragged to throughout her life. " Now, the ensemble is complete. Let's shimmy," she said with a small laugh, grabbing her clutch from her desk as an indication that she was officially ready to go. Let the fun begin.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 9:48 pm
xxxxxTeam: OmegaxxxxxLocation: Frontier Universityxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂xxxxxx  Unable to help himself, the Texan frowned when she asked if it was really him? What all had Isabella Stone gone through in recent events, that she'd second guess herself in knowing a friend. “Of course it is, doll.” Smiling as though his would bring her own, he had to make another joke, just to assure her. “Who else has all this southern charm?” The lopsided grin grew wider, and Blake gave off a soft laugh. “I'm a one of a kind, Bells.”
Lifting her chin with a feather light touch, his sapphire pools bore into her bright green eyes. “What have I told you about keeping that chin up?” He asked gently, reminding her of a conversation they'd had long before she left the Paragons. “No one can see that pretty face if you keep hiding it.” He chided, saying the exact words that he had before, even if now they had a completely different meaning than his usual teasing. If that didn't solidify who he was for her, then the only thing that would, was time.
They spoke of cowboys vs. knights, and the hints of her old personality shined through. Though dim, it gave the former Excelsior leader hope that she'd come out of the slumps he'd found her in. “Oh don't give me that look, missy.” He said in response to her arced eyebrow. “I'll not have that out of another woman I like to keep company with. My mother gives that to me quite enough for everyone else in the world.” He jested, eyebrow perked up to imitate a serious manner.
He scoffed when she asked about the rope climbing at camp, his stare shifting up to the night sky in mocked exasperation. ”Oh, I'm pretty sure you had decided to throw a water balloon at me.” He countered, the lines of laughter etching themselves in his face. Whether or not that was how it happened was a bit foggy, but he did recall being soaked thoroughly when he'd been chasing her. “And then I had to help you down...” Mostly because she was stuck so long as he was beneath her, but he'd not mention that.
The tree though... Why had he chased her up a tree? Thinking back on it, Blake laughed out loud, a sound deep from his chest. “I think Julian had told me you had something of mine...” Now, the fact that he may have stuck her to the branch she was perched upon... That wasn't exactly the most gentleman like thing to do. But he had let her down, after she professed something silly to the air. Growing up with her had always proven entertaining, because she had always given as good as she'd gotten.
Blake spoke about sitting alone in a steakhouse waiting for her, and for a second he thought she'd believed him. “You probably shouldn't doll... I wouldn't ever let you forget about a date with me.” With that, he winked, giving off one of his dazzling smiles. “And there's no need for an apology... after all, we've got plenty of time to make up for lost plans.” He still hadn't told her just why he'd come back, but he figured that he'd tell her later, when they weren't being nostalgic about things they'd missed in one another.
No doubt he'd remembered people gathering around the lunch table when he and her had been engrossed in some sort of discussion or debate. Really, he hadn't noticed who was coming over, let alone their year and what they were troubling them for. Bella had simply told them to come back later with a silent wave of her hand... and he'd been content with that. And it had seemed, they had never run out of things to talk about, from what approach worked best in Danger room sessions, to their favorite tactical affairs, to homework... It hadn't always been banter that they relied on each other for. Though a lot of the time, she'd grow exasperated at lunch, by the second or third time they'd been interrupted... no matter if it were a girl wanting the time of day from him, or a guy with oogly eyes for her.
Had he thought about it, he might have teased her about being a date blocker. That with her around, he had trouble getting interested women.
“Of course I'm flattered.” Blake stated, almost crossly. ”What man doesn't want to hear that someone finds him attractive enough to pull all kinds of women in?” He asked, the southern lilt thick in his tone. Yes, she'd been telling him that for years, but he'd never read into it. Without thinking, the molecular manipulator stiffened when she mentioned someone being out in the woods.
Initially, his first thought might have been centered on how it was prom... but the way Bella had said it, his impulse was to believe it could be far more sinister than a couple of kids necking in the woods. As soon as the rouge colored the soundstress' cheeks though, his classic grin touched his lips. “That's not surprising.” He said, dimples prominent around his mouth. “Prom night equates to 'National Get Lucky' day for most high school students.”
Her reaction to it elicited yet another chuckle, and the span of his hands braced her shoulders, making soft circles on her muscles. “This is one of those times, that I am glad I don't have supersonic hearing.” Kids having sex for likely the first time... did not sound like it'd be a fun thing to experience. Lucky Bella.
The age old battle of who was the lucky one between them continued, and while he'd never admit it to her... he considered hers to be far more true than his own. To admit that she was of a higher caliber than himself, was something the pride in him wouldn't allow him to do. Plus, he'd truly be lucky if Gideon would allow him the time with the woman; no doubt he had heard of Blake's flirtatious behavior... And the cowboy knew well that most men didn't take to their girlfriends befriending someone like him – a threat, even if he never had any intention to be in truth. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.” He muttered loudly, purposefully staring down a tree to make himself look uninterested.
“I didn't say that I had to, but that I was.” The molecular manipulator corrected when she said it wasn't required that he pay. It only seemed fair that he do so, considering he was forcibly taking her to dinner.
The stark reaction to asking her to dance hadn't been one he'd expected; before he'd left, she would have pulled him onto the dance floor without hesitation, only feeding to the rumors that there was more than met the eye with the two of them. She'd have been happy to do it, giggling if he ever missed a beat. To see her nearly fall apart caused a lump to form in his throat, and he swallowed it like a bitter tonic, saying nothing more than what the grimace would have told her on its own.
Rather than pushing her to tell him what all had broken her, he replaced his tux about her shoulders, never one to let a girl go cold. And just like he did most days, Blake caught the silent apology, but didn't feel the need to accept it. She shouldn't have to be sorry for hurting... but there weren't words that could convey that to her.
Attempting to make her feel better about telling him no, Blake brushed off the prospect of dancing, always making it seem like whatever she wanted to do, or didn't want to do, was better than what he had planned. It was a small thing, but something he did to make her more comfortable. With a dry laugh, just an exhale really, Bella stated she wanted to... but that she couldn't. It rose questions in his chest, but they remained leashed at the tip of his tongue.
If anything, this wasn't the time to pry. Even if he wanted to.
And as she trapped a tear on her fingertip, Blake decided he really, really wanted to.
“Yeah, best to not ruin my chances of landing a date before I even settle into my room.” He said, grinning at her as though she'd never caused the conversation to go somber. “After all, you were always so good at discouraging women from approaching me..” If she wanted to talk about what was wrong, what was eating her from the inside out, she would. But until then, he'd just have to bide his time.
She asked him to walk with her, and he stepped closer, nodding. Even in the darkness, his eyes were alight with mischief when she mentioned scaring the kids she'd heard in the woods. “Nothing better than revenge for scarring you, 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: Fri Jan 27, 2012 7:37 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." ✬════━━┈┈┈☆┈┈┈━━════✬ “That’s because most human’s are just about as worthless as an ant.”, she responded bluntly, annoyed with his fixation on damning every tool that H.Y.D.R.A. had taught him. Admittedly, their methods were…Unthinkable. Impossible… The way they collected shifters and were’s recently had become something of a ‘Mutant-Mill’. They coupled the strongest shifters and were’s and kept the offspring. Trained them to be more emotionless, more dangerous than their progenitors. “Whether you like it on the roof or not…You’re still hiding.”
“It’s disgusting.”, Katarina spat, her lips pressing thin into a frown. He was Alpha here… And he hid from what bothered him. Not for the first time, she wished he’d either hunt down Isabella and make up with her, or kill her. One of the two. It was giving her…The creeps, for lack of a better term, to watch X-20 so destroyed.
To watch him let himself sink lower, and lower.
Her eyes rolled heavenward when he started spouting off some stone turning into water analogy… “Drop the cryptic Ghandi nonsense…I don’t care.”
“Water covers seventy some percent of the earth. It’s no small wonder, when you run out of land, stone, you get water—Genius.”
“Just because I don’t want to kill children, or ruin innocent lives…Doesn’t mean that everything we’ve been taught is useless.”, she finished off, her arms coming to cross over her chest in agitation. Why did he have to be so obstinate about everything? The world was so clear to her…Why did he want to make it more complicated?
He seemed to resent the fact that he’d been created to take damage… He really ought to be grateful. The Wolverine clone had been designed to survive. Katarina had been raised to become someone else…Everyone else. So many faces…There were times, when her own reflection wasn’t familiar. When she was more familiar with an animal hierarchy, than she was human politics.
She was silent for several long moments when he spoke a clear rebuttal of her theory on his life…Frustration crossing her features for a moment, before they wiped clean, a blank slate. “You’re playing house, Gideon.”
“It’s like…It’s like watching television. You speak the right lines…You act the right way…You do what you’re told. But this… Gentle George that you’re portraying… It isn’t you. It isn’t –who- you are. If your friends, or your precious harpy understood that… They would have accepted you as you were. Not sought to change you.”, she ground out through clenched teeth. The urge to shift was strong…She wanted to be an animal that could run, and escape some of the frustration that he left her with.
X-20 had to be the most hard headed H.Y.D.R.A. agent she’d ever met.
Being pinned roughly to the ground by a guy could be fun. Therapeutic even.… But when it came to a guy wielding a 300 plus pound skeleton, that wasn’t concerned with crushing you…Less fun was involved. She chuckled when he commented that she must have gleaned something from annoying him, and she gave him a mischievous smirk. “I won’t lie… Driving you up a wall does kill an afternoon faster than a cartoon marathon.”
She winked blithely when he pulled away, knowing very well that she was walking on thin ice. Did she care? Not really. “You like my presence.”
Katarina frowned as he failed to grasp the concept of pack order…It really wasn’t hard to understand. Why did he require baby steps for everything? Would he liked to be spoon-fed his apple sauce later too?
“Below you on the food chain—Sure, sciocco..” {silly}, she interrupted, remaining close enough that he blocked the wind…But far enough that she could likely escape him if need be. She felt like a wolf pup playing chicken with an Alpha Male from another pack. He was faster, stronger, twice her size. “But who isn’t below you on the food chain?”
“My point…Is that I’m -not- some tawdry agent that you kicked the s**t out of time and time again. I wouldn’t suggest being my superior to the beast that lives within you… I’m not that stupid. I suggest it to you, as an alternative, because even if I can piss you off on occasion… You’ll never be exactly as you were. But I can smell the animal on you, especially when it makes an appearance…It’s close enough.”
Her face seemed to solidify…Becoming something he would be familiar with. A transitional phase between H.Y.D.R.A., Contessa Experiment, and an eighteen year old girl that didn’t know which way was up. If Gideon was as intelligent as the files claimed…He should have realized by this point, that each and every word out of her mouth was a lost, hopeless cry for something. Her training simply didn’t allow her to specifically ask, or explain.
His easy dismissal stung, more than she would ever admit. Katarina would hurt him…Because he’d unknowingly hurt her.
“You aren’t my Alpha, X-20. You said so yourself. I am nothing to you. So I’ve no reason to listen to you. So I’ll be, whomever I want to be. And if you don’t like it, you can run me through in front of your little b***h… And see if she takes your sorry hide back then.”
The shifter turned away then, unnerved and annoyed at the same time…Especially since she’d never intended on letting him get under her skin.
Shaking her head she headed towards the door…Part of her had been tempted to try another shift and fly off…But she was tired. Tired of dealing searching for things in the world, that simply weren’t there. Her voice was…Quiet, as her hand landed on the door knob. “I’ve killed…Likely, just as many as you, since you’ve been out of the game for years…If I leave here…They’ll take me. Kill me, or make me kill. I’m a monster… For the things I’ve done…For things I will do…”
“I thought that you, of all people… Might…”, she cut herself off as she slipped inside, letting the door swing shut behind her.
Gideon was selfish, love-struck b*****d. Weak, and useless. Nothing more, nothing less.
Useless.
✬════━━┈┈┈☆┈┈┈━━════✬ (Oodles Of Chickens: .....meep.....)
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 12:40 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 smiled and nodded as Christian spoke. "With any luck." She couldn't help but blush as he helped her out of the truck they borrowed for the night. She would have no problem exiting it herself, being as she was fit to be an amazonian princess or something, but she welcomed the help regardless. "Thank you, kind sir." She smirked and walked with him into the building.
"Crazy fights? Sounds interesting. First person to touch me gets obliterated." She smiled and looked around, unsure what to do first. In the movies they either danced or got a drink, but everyone seemed to be in the midst of arriving, so not many were dancing. "So what first? Drinks? Oh my, do you think they spiked them?" She glanced around, wondering if anyone was brave enough to do that.
She figured everyone would probably be too afraid that one of the mind readers would find out, which probably wouldn't be hard. She shrugged it off and turned to her date for the night, "Up to you I guess. You're the one who's been to one of these before. Find a table and get a drink, or dance?"
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 27, 2012 9:39 pm
Omega, Location: Kerri's Room/Prom
Well should I get the punch? Kerri called him a sweet talker when he compared her to a ruby. It was an interesting moment when she seemed to smile. He wasn't sure if she was being genuine or just playing the part of the date. He wasn't too sure, but he was hoping on the former. She seemed to like the lillies, even calling them her favorite. In his head he was high-fiving himself for making that call. The florist was trying to sell him towards something else, some roses. But Roland wouldn't have any of that, he went with something simple and elegant. White was a color that signified friendship with flowers, a safe color that worked for this night. She remarked that he was being a little too guarded about Narcissa. She was protective, is what she said. Which considering she's an earth bound star, the fact that she is protective of her roommate is one that leads to the understanding of certain consequences should things go wrong. Fortunately for Roland, he planned for this to be a good night. She pinned her own corsage with relative ease, and the flower she had gotten for him was a very nice one, which she pinned to him with relative ease. "Just give me one second, need to leave a note for the boss." he replied to her, taking a small note from out of his jacket pocket and placing it on her desk. In it, it was the location and pass code needed to get into his uncensored file. He wrote simply, Consider this me trusting you, any questions speak to me in private."Ok, let's get going." he said to her, offering his arm as he prepared for a good night. ------ Time Skip --------- They arrived at the Prom, and Roland had to take note of the amount of decorations that went into this. Ms. Frost definitely did not mess around when it comes to making this a night to remember. Roland made it a personal effort to hold the door open, and even take her coat and place it gingerly along a chair at one of the tables. Looking to his crimson haired date, he asked her politely, "Care for a drink? Or would you like to dance?" he was smiling a grin that one could only imagine being quite pleased. His gold eyes were glowing with a whole lot of excitement, his heart beating quite in tandem with the music. And the simple truth erupted within his mind as he looked at the rest of the Omegas at the dance. Tonight is gonna be a good night.
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