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 Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2005 12:41 pm
Taiya Suno ooc: It was humorous godmodding. sweatdrop ((Aaahhh....don't worry about it...I'm just jerking your chain. domokun Really, I don't mind when people GM my charicters...))
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2005 2:31 pm
Taiya Suno ooc: It was humorous godmodding. sweatdrop It's fine deary...it just freaked me out for a moment. Your life shall be spared.... xp
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2005 10:26 pm
Jamie's heart sunk into his stomach for a breif moment as he walked outside the institute. He had caught the back ends of Gen and Regina leaving into the shadows, and he missed the chance to say goodbye. This wasn't good. This left them with a shattered group of the Alpha team, and in Jamie's opinion, Penny and Regina had been the heart and soul fo the team.
I suppose I should have seen this coming. . . this can't be our entire life can it? I guess I don't blame them. . . Jamie quickly brought his hand to his face, trying to wipe off a few stray tears while no one could see him. He had lost two of his comrades in the past few days, three if you counted Jacen, and Jamie did. They all had such profound effects on his life that he didn't know what to do next.
I feel so lost. . . Jamie suddenly broke into a sprint down the road, and didn't stop running for at least an hour and a half, where he collapsed on the ground. He knew he would be back at the institute soon, possibly to shoulder some new responsibility, but he needed this first. He needed to burn himself out entirely. And he was left thinking that when he drifted out of conciousness.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 6:16 pm
Quote: "Shut up man, before he makes that thing bigger!!" The guy said while looking at John. It was easy for anyone to see that he was loving every minute of this. "Well guys," John said in a bored voice, "I've got things to do, and I'm sure the lady back there we like to be out of here too, so I'm just gonna end this now." And with that John swung the flame down hitting everyone of the guys. They all started runing around screaming in pain, and there was no question why. Hey wouldn't you be running around in circles if you're body was on fire? John looked up at the girl. He'd made sure to keep the flame, along with the heat, away from her. "Hey," he called out to her as he put his lighter away, "we better get out of here before the police come."
At first, you were paralyzed with fear. You hero just saved you, so he got props; but he just burned those guys with a zippo lighter. Were you in danger again, or truely safe?
"Uh, sure.'
You said in response to him, skirting around a random thug that was crisply sizzling on the hard ground, quietly trying to sit up. The few that could run were gone.
The both of you walked out of the dead end quietly, and you let the mysterious man take the lead, walking a step ahead of you. He seemed to be going to town when you decided to speak up.
"Hey, thanks for doing what you did back there, I...I appreciate it. Do you have a name, or do I call you 'my savior?'" Kate joked, trying to bring up a light mood.
It's true that both of you were mutants, but his fire vs. your wings could turn out to be a case of the moth in a flame.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 6:48 pm
{Chaos_Theory23, while it may not be something that you are privvy to, it would be preferable if you would cease posting in Second-Person (referring to your character as "You"), and begin posting using Third-Person Singular (referring to your character as "he", "she", "it", or your character's name). Thank you for your understanding.}
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 7:23 pm
Hey, thanks for doing what you did back there, I... I appreciate it. Do you have a name, or do I call you 'my savior?'"
John chuckled. "John. John's the name. But people call me Pyro. Either one will do. Seeing as you aren't surprised about the fact that I set most of the guys on fire, I take it your a mutant also. Well if it's true then I've got a couple of options for you. The first one is to join up with the people I hang out with. We call ourselves The Brotherhood of Mutants. I'll give you a warning, the house isn't in top condition, one of the things I'll be taking care of this week, but to live in it we have only one thing we care about. How you feel about your powers, and humans."
"There are mutants who believe that humans shouldn't be held for there actions. They believe that because humans don't understand us, they should be forgiven for all of the ways they mistreated us. Bullshit. That's what it is. Bullshit. If you are to live with us then you must believe that humans are responsible for there decisions, and not hold back on them."
"Now you don't have to be as crazy as I am, and go around killing everyone, but you do have to be able to attack someone if need be. If you are willing to show you powers with pride and able to fight against humans who try to put you down, then we're the group to be with. But if you're under the impression, that they deserve sympathy, then I'll need to take you somewhere else."
"If you do want to live with us then I'll take you there after I finish my business I can take you there, but if you don't want to do it then you're free to go your own way. It's all up to you."
John turned around and faced her. "So what would you like to do. We can go our seprate ways, or we can hang and I'll show the place I live at."
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 7:38 pm
Without even seeing them leave, he knew they were gone. It was a gut feeling that he had, but he'd learned to follow his gut. Morgan slowly trudged through the hallways of the mansion to his room. He felt numb, as though he wasn't actually in control of his body; he felt like he was just watching himself move.
Surprisingly, most of his room was unharmed, save a few items knocked about. But he wasn't focused on that. He wasn't really focused on anything right now. He just walked towards his matress, and toppled forwards onto it, his body feeling as though it was made of lead.
Why? Why does everyone have to go away? he thought just as his mind went blank.
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Meanwhile, Raze was on the move towards his own room. Most of the it was a complete mess. Part of the ceiling had collapsed, and there was debris from one of his bookshelves strewn about the room. Fortunately, his suitcase had been under his bed, and so had been shielded from most of the destruction. Pushing aside a few chunks of ceiling, he reached under his bed and pulled out the steel case.
Score, he thought, grinning about the fact that it was completely unscathed. Unlike some of the other people, he hadn't really formed an emotional attachment to anybody, so his suitcase really was the most important thing on his mind.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 5:38 pm
A blue ford escape passes a sign reading 'Welcome to Bayville,' the driver noting it with a glance as he turns is attention back to the road. On the seat next to him is a small leather briefcase, inside are directions to his new appartment and the high school, as well as his course plan, handouts, and other items. In the seat behind him is a large suitcase, holding clothes and other nessisary items for a new appartment, the rest he will buy.
As the cd track changes to another chinese flute song, he smiles slightly before flipping on his left blinker and making a left turn, following the street a few miles and taking a right, going a few more miles.
Reaching his destination, a row of appartments near the center of town. Pulling into a parking space and turning off the engine, he exits the car, grabbing his suitcase and locking the doors as he opens the door, enters the elevator and pulls his keps out of his pocket.
Exiting the elevator, he heads for his appartment, 7B, opens the door, drops his suitcase after entering and sits in one of the chairs, the few pieces of funiture this place offers. Slouching slightly, he stares up at the ceiling, bringing his left hand up over his face."......"
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 6:48 pm
Kade sat in the back seat of his parents vehicle an old beat down buick. Kade dressed in his usual clothes a long black shirt that fitted to his body well, faded blue jeans, black boots and his hair behind his ears glanced out at the school gate as they began to pull up to the drive way he let out a big sigh.
"Why... are you making me do this" Kade asked. But to no avail there response was pure silence with the look of anger and hate across there face.
"I didn't do anything bad..Why are you bringing me here? Do you want to get rid of me that bad? Just because im different?" Kade yelled a grim look across face. He let out a sigh.
The beat down buik passed through the gates and pulled up to the front doors. Kade glanced out to the fountain that sat in the center of the drive way.
"Oh.. boy..." Kade thought as he placed his hand on the door handle and glanced at his parents for what would probly be the last time. Throwing the door open he threw his luggage on to the rock pavement.
"I hate you..." Kade said as he stepped out of the vehicle. The two sped off leaving him in the dust. Kade looked up and glanced at the school and let out a sigh. "well..." Kade mumbled as he grabbed his things and walked up the steps. Glancing in through the window Kade gave a loud knock on the door and glanced around he placed his right hand on the door knob and gave it a jiggle and a turn and threw it opened. "Hello...." Kade said as he stepped in and dropped his luggage off at the door.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 7:06 pm
Rachael was cleaning in the parlor when she heard the door open and someone call out. "Hello?!" She called back. "Be there in a sec!" She pushed her glasses up and walked over to see who it was. The first thing she noted was that he did not seem to thrilled about being here. "Good afternoon, is there something that I can help you with?" She said with a friendly smile.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 7:11 pm
((Ok look at the OOC to find out whats going on))
A dark sillohetted figure, glides through tthe air. The curves that make their way through mmoonlight shows the figure is in fact female. She lands on the roof of a large, nearby building in town. Once on top she stands dead silent. Suddenly a loud siren like sound cascades and bounces off the walls all around. THe roof of the building gives way and the femal figure falls through and lands on her feet, on the top floor of the Museum.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 7:33 pm
Coming out of his meditive daze, he sits up and shakes his head, he needs coffee. Standing, grabbing his keys and wallet, he exits his unfurbished appartment, locking up behind him. Walking to his car, he unlock it and opens the driver's door. Glancing up, he sees what a reasonably nice night. "......." Reaching across the drivers seat, he grabs a jacket from the passenger seat, closed the door, locks the car and begins to walk towards town, pulling the jacket on.
As he walks, he hums one of the songs he had been listening to as he goes, looking up at the night sky. When he'd been in New York City, the sky had been blank, the lights had removed the sky's charm, now it's back, and he tries to enjoy it as best he can without walking into anything. Strwaching his arms up, he brings them back behind his head, resting it against the palms of his hands as he continues to hum.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 7:42 pm
Kade let out a sigh as he stuck out his right hand. "Hi my names Kade Rockfield. Im supposed to be attending the institute. My parents just dropped me off" Kade said as he glanced around.
"Well more like left me..." Kade managed to mumble. A piece of Kades hair feel in his eyes he lifted his left hand and pushed the strand back behind his ear. He managed to give a disgruntled smiled.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 7:51 pm
She nodded at him and shook his hand. "It's alright, I understand..." She looked at his suitcase. "Need a hand with that? I'll show you to an empty room...a clean one....we had a slight..." She hesitated slightly. "Accident a few weeks ago and alot of the rooms are still a bit of a mess. Professer Xavier or one of the councelers probably already has a room and such assigned to you but since they're not around at the moment..." She shrugged.
--Edited--
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 7:59 pm
It had been a short walk to the center, a nice perk of his appartment location. It had, however, taken some more time to find an open coffee shop at this hour, but he had, a small town shop. In the city, there had only been chains, so he finds this to be a welcome change as he enters.
As he opens a door, he sees a small sign reading 'mutants not welcome' and as he passes through the doorway, he notes a small black device with a small red light. Approaching the counter, he is greated warmly enough.
"Hello there, welcome to my shop, what can I get you?" The owner, a man in his late 40's, somewhat overweight, gives a little polite wave.
"...A small cup of coffee, black,' he replies, beofre turning and obviously looking at the small black device in the door-frame.
As the owner fills the order, he truns, looking at him, and what he's looking at. "Oh, that's a mutant detector, I ordered it online, it makes a sound if a mutant enters." The man shrugs as he pours the coffee into a cup. "Alot of people around here don't like mutants, so I got it, they didn't think the sign was enough." Sliding the coffee over the counter, he names the price.
Opening his wallet and handing over the money, he takes a sip of coffee. "....." It's not the best he's ever had, but it's good enough. "I see. Well, I feel safer already," he responds in a slightly dry tone, almost unoticable. "....And what do you think about mutants?" "Me? Well, they aren't human, that's for sure, they're something...strange, if you catch my drift." He does, but instead of replying, he takes another sip and nods before turning and leaving. outside the shop, he finishes his coffee in a few gulps, throwing the cup away. "......" Walking towards the green, he thinks about the subtle charm of chain buisnesses.
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