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 Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 10:26 pm
Roland Chevalier
Location: Prom
Perhaps a walk? The night seemed to be going rather interestingly, she was right on the nose when she asked about how many times he’d played poker in the past. The reality is, he’d been playing cards since he was at least 9. Dom had realized that his eyes gave him away, so he’d pull a few cons on some unsuspecting gamblers. He’d invite him to sit at the table, and let Roland win a few hands. Eventually, Roland would start purposely making mistakes, losing the game. He’d let the mark take the majority of his money, and then Dom would clean them out. The son of a b***h was many things, but when it came to cards he was a natural. He could read a person like a book, more so when he was sober. He knew their tell by the time the first hand was halfway through. And his tell was almost non-existent, but after living with him for so long Roland had figured it out. When he was excited over a hand, Roland noticed that he would make a swallowing gesture. He’d long been concealing it by taking a drink, which for other people didn’t look like anything was amiss. But the golden eyed youth had figured it out. For all he was, he was quite a poker player. As she saddled herself closer to him, remarking how he seemed to be more into blackjack in her eyes he had to chuckle, “I’ve played a bit of cards in my day.” the irony of this statement was not lost upon the youth. The woman he was with was in fact older than him. But to say that he was an old soul was an understatement. He’d experience what was a lifetime of violence compressed into his simple 18 years. “Sorry, I must sound like a fool to you.” he added, remarking on the irony of his previous statement. She took his playful caution to slow down on the punch with some humor. He hoped that it would end up like that, as he took his next glass of punch.. Third glass in, he had to nod and smile when she called him a gentleman. He’d read books on chivalry, honor, knighthood. After all, his namesake was a famous Germanic Paladin. Guess he had to live by those concepts of nobility. He smirked when she said that she was blushing. Guess he had that kind of talent. She asked what they should do now, as she may continue drinking as part of a nervous habit. He had to chuckle a bit, her red face making him smile even more. He really liked this side of her, it was enjoyable. “Well, how about that walk I talked about earlier? I bet the night is good for some star gazing.” he asked. He then proceeded to scan the area, finding a spare table cloth stuffed under the snack bar. Quickly grabbing it, he gestured to keep it hush hush by placing a finger over his mouth, adding with a whisper, “Perhaps a little stargazing, on something other than grass. Don’t want to ruin that dress.” he offered a smile. Perhaps a night like this could happen for him. Perhaps after all he had dealt with before coming here, he was finally catching a break.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 6:50 pm
Kerrigan Schwartz
Codename: Knoxx
Team: Omega
Location: Frontier University
Current Thoughts: Pulled This Way and That  Lingering close to him, she couldn't help but chuckle as Roland admitted that he'd paid some cards in his day. Her hips nudged against him, knowing that he was kidding around on some level, as she cast him an amused glance with a soft shake of her head. There seemed to be some sort of story behind his words, though at this point she wasn't sure if it would be appropriate to ask about it now. As with most things in life, she figured that if he wanted her to know about it, he would bring it up. " Sounds like it, old man," she muttered, clearly poking fun at his statement. Almost immediately, he admitted that he must sound like a fool, which was only met with another shake of her head. " Nah. If anything, it's kind of cute," she said simply, raising an eyebrow with a grin. He cautioned her that she should slow down on the punch, causing her to break out into another blush. She hadn't realized how quickly she was going through it, but the last thing she wanted him to think was that she was some sort of lush. At least he was being a gentleman about it, which she expressed to him, which elicited a smile from him. Kerrigan, afraid that if they kept lingering by the snack table she would keep drinking the punch and make a fool of herself, asked what the next step was. As Roland suggested they go on the walk he mentioned at the beginning of their evening, ending in a little stargazing, Kerrigan released a slightly uncharacteristic squeal as she felt hands close around her hips, effectively pulling her away from her date. Turning around, she saw it was Lillian, her expression melting into a smile as she laughed. The power mimic was pretty assertive that they were going out to the dance floor, Kerrigan nodding to show that she would go with the girls from their little group, handing her held empty cup off to Roland with an apologetic shrug of her shoulders. " One dance with the ladies, and we can take that walk - you boys behave yourselves," she called out over the music, giving him a soft wink before reaching out and grabbing hold of Daylia's wrist as they were ushered out onto the dance floor again. Grinning at her fellow redheaded Omega, she drew the girl in close to her, laughing. " If I'm getting my a** dragged out there, you're coming with me," she said simply, pulling the girl into a spin as they melted into the crowd on the dance floor.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 12:20 am
╰☆╮ Name: Katarina Force ╰☆╮ Alias: Kali ╰☆╮ Team: Alpha, Apparently.╰☆╮ Ability: Shape Shifter ╰☆╮ Location: Academy: Garden, by the Fountain ╰☆╮
"Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. The fearful are caught as often as the bold." ✬════━━┈┈┈☆┈┈┈━━════✬  Katarina ran her hand through her hair, breathing out slowly…She felt a little nauseated. Skin walking in unfamiliar human forms occasionally made her sick. The scientists at H.Y.D.R.A. couldn’t find any reason for it…Other than psychological. Perhaps it was because she’d been forced to learn how to take the shape of other humans…She’d been tortured, until she could do it exact. Perfection was all that mattered to the Contessa. Not that she had lasting scars from being so young…Her mutation had been new, and vastly underdeveloped.
But the trainers in the underwater facility that she’d once called home had believed that the younger she learned to control her mutation…The more valuable she’d be at an older age. It was true…But their tactics weren’t without severe consequences.
She liked to let herself think that she found the brunette harpy so damned annoying and pathetic, that taking her form in particular had made her sick…But deep down, she knew very well, that it wasn’t true in the slightest. Her head in her hands, eventually the dizziness subsided, and her stomach settled. Though anxiety still crept up her spine…Thoughts, of what she needed to do at this juncture making the hair on her arms stand on end.
Going against X-20 was little more than assisted suicide… She felt some marginal form of guilt, that she was using him this way…And he seemed none the wiser. But there was no place for her in this world, that didn’t involve death and blood on her hands. She didn’t want to be a H.Y.D.R.A. spy anymore… She didn’t want to watch the light die out in innocent eyes. But she didn’t know how to be anymore than she was…She didn’t know how to ask for help. She felt like she was losing her mind…Once upon a time, before she’d found her own files…Everything had been so clear.
Like crystal. Black and white. There was no grey.
A mark was a mark. A hunt, was a hunt. A job was a job… And she was good at her work. She didn’t know the names of those she left broken once the mission ended…She only knew that the Contessa was pleased. There seemed only to be one option. Only one way out. And just like before, the only sure fire way that she knew of, was through hostile X-20.
Hearing footsteps approach, she didn’t bother moving from her spot beside the fountain, arms wrapped around he knees. She tilted her head slowly up, and leaned faintly, watching a boy struggle with some kind of fizzy drink. He scrambled not to lose it, and her face scrunched into confusion…Why was it so important, not to lose the foam? In her opinion, foam had a strange taste… It was better off on the ground. The boy belched loudly, and she felt a small, saccharine laugh escape her against her will. “I’m not entirely sure you can blame that on God.”
The shifter came gracefully to her feet and stepped on the edge of it, walking gracefully, as one might a tightrope. The wound on her neck from Gideon’s claws still stung…Likely, there was blood on her soft white sweater. She would be sad about that later. Blood never came out of cashmere. But for the time being, her anger had clouded her…She stopped in front of him, curious about this uncouth little urchin.
She spent too much time in feline forms. Their inherent curiosity was starting to affect her.
“But you might as well try.”, Katarina was Catholic, oddly enough. Not that she actually believed in some all knowing being in the clouds…It was illogical. Katarina avoided that which couldn’t be proven, as much as possible. She had been raised however, to make a good impression on those in the cloth…Rome was Madame Hydra’s stronghold. Her fall back point. She needed the support of those in power… And her adopted ward was required to make a stunning impression. “He’s as good a scapegoat as any.”
Stepping down from the fountain in front of him, her gunmetal blue eyes swept over him…Curious, but not unkind. “Why are you here…All alone...? You should be off…Drinking and dancing with the rest of your class.”
✬════━━┈┈┈☆┈┈┈━━════✬ (Oodles Of Chickens: )
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 12:25 am
OMEGA:Time to finally talk to her....Looks like it's a trip to the prom. Gideon sighed as he looked out of the front lawn of the institute. The wind was blowing his brown hair around as it shifted in very minor directions from time to time. He was a little surprised Kat hadn't come back to complete what she had set out for when she approached him earlier. The wolverine clone figured she was there to trigger something that would ensure his return to HYDRA. And the Contessa isn't one to tolerate failure. In the very least he should tell Bella to be watchful of Kat the girl was clearly working some game. That left him with another reason he needed to see Bella. At present the only way for that would be to head to the prom the majority of the people were at.Turning he walked across the roof to the opposite side. His room had a view overlooking the rear landscape of the grounds. It was an easy thing to walk along the roof till he stood above where his window would be along the wall. Yeah that didn't show he spent a good amount of time on the roof of the institute at all. Hoping down his hands moved in a familiar motion catching on the ledge outside his window. Pulling himself up he held on with one hand as he pushed in and up on the window to open it. He always left his window unlocked one he was on the second floor and two most people would avoid entering his room if they could. Now that he was in his room he shut his window then walked over to his closet. It was full of clothes the Bella or her mother had given him over the years since they had become a couple. It was a simple thing to pull out the suit jacket, shirt and pants. He set them on his bed before walking into his bathroon sheding what clothes he had been wearing and hopping in the shower. It took no time to be showered and dried off, as it usually was if there wasn't a reason to stay in for much longer. Walking out of the bathroom Gideon proceeded put on deoterant. Normal people probably would of doned some form of cologne but with his sense of smell it would more drive him nuts. Looking around his room 90% of the non standard issue items in the room where bought by or convinced him to buy by Bella. Shaking his head he then started to get dressed so he would be at least presentable for the whole prom affair. He had been to one previously with Bella as his date. The thought that this one he was going just so he could finally talk to the same person. It had been well over a month since Bella had decided he was persona non grata. Which inflicted a wound before he met Bella and this current situation he would never of thought possible. Well actually wouldn't of been possible because his heart, which he believed he didtn' have in that sense, would not of been consummed by another. Now dressed in suit left Gideon decked out in all white even his shoes were white. He felt he was dressed in something Bella would of liked had they actually gone together. Grabbing his keys from his desk drawer Gideon walked out of his room shutting the door behind himself. A bee line was made for the garage where his '65 mustang sat when not in use of course. The garage door opened as the engine roared to life and he was off down the drive. Hitting the button to open the gates to the mansion grounds, he was officially off toward Frontier University and the prom. Gunning it for the first portion of the drive he took a round about way to the University to make sure he didn't pick up a possible tail. Given Kat's presence at the Academy and his own former HYDRA status it was a possibility. Even with the round about path he took it wasn't a terribly long drive to the university. Getting out of his car he put on his suit jacket before walking towards the sounds of the music. Once he entered the actual hall where the prom was taking place the sound intensified. Sniffing the air as he visually scanned the crowd in an attempt to find Bella. His first instinct was to look over the dance floor, as he knew Bella's love for the activity. So to say he was surprised when his eyes caught sight of her off to the side of the dance floor. And he didn't miss the male figure standing next to her (Blake) nor the obvious air of closeness between them. He made his way around the perimeter of the room as it was the easiet path to take. Gideon noted the sad posture that Bella seemed to posses, maybe she was as sad as he was about their lack of time together lately. But if that were the case why had she so adamintly avoided him and switched him to the opposite team. He moved over to Bella and Blake. "Pardon my intrustion." He said to the pair before extending his hand to Bella. "But may I have this dance mi reina?" He asked his body language showing only his happiness at being near her, but his eyes which only she would notice held sadness in them. He hoped she would accept so that they could talk. "Or if you would prefer a nice walk out on the grounds in the cool air?" He added not knowing she had just moments before he arrived. They needed to talk and unlike the past month he wasn't going to take no for an answer. It was just to painful.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 2:43 am
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Team ↠ AlphaxxLocation ↠ Fountain side with Kat Eli froze immediately. He held his breath the anxiety that was already in him took total control for a second. And for those few seconds, even the slight breeze blowing by his ear wasn't heard. The only sound were the thumps resonating through his body. It felt as if his heart had become a large Japanese call drum, and it was being pounded on by a sledge hammer.
A few more awkward seconds later, he slowly pulled his hand out of the water and shook it off slightly. The anxiety making him forget all her previous statements she said to him. "I'm here cause I thought I'd be just that, alone." He said, not sounding snarky, but more of disappointed mixed with a small bit of depression. "Drinking's one thing, dancing I've done once, and it will remain that way. And it's because just that, everyone else is there. I don't do events with people." He said, his voice giving the obvious notion that he didn't like being around people. Not that he was annoyed and upset with her being there, well, he was a little because he was expecting to be alone. But it was more of the fact that the thought of being in a place with a lot of people bothered him, making him choke and the anxiety to well.
"Why aren't you?" He asked Kat, at that point, there was no emotion in his voice, no disappointment, annoyance. None that were just recently present. If it was one thing he learned, was starting to pick up on not adding those negative emotions into his speech, after all, the Magnetokinetic was polite when the time demanded, or at least he wanted to be. "Shouldn't you be off having fun with the others?" He kept looking down into the fountain where he had dipped his hand, and proceeded to take a sip of his orange beverage. It was delicious he had to admit. He'd have to ensure security on this drink or else others would be him to it. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
OOC ↠ Sorry the post seems dry, I'm on ambien and noticed this on my way to bed.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 12:33 am
Who can you trust in this place?
In whom can I put my faith?
If you're real then show me now--Who you are...
How can I love without grace?
Shine a light on your face...
If you're real then show me now--Who you are... 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... █║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║   She huffed about the former president for several moments, giving Blake a dirty look…She could just see mothers everywhere up in arms about stating that President Bush’s actions were due to Asberger’s Syndrome. Lucky for Blake, she’d likely never repeat that to anyone. He questioned how the man got into office, and Isabella shrugged elegantly, truly having no idea.
Talk about the children suffering the sins of the parents.
Her sense of confusion only deepened when he started to laugh at her words about Mardi Gras, though she didn’t resist when he wrapped her up in a hug for a moment. He was warm, comfortable, and safe. It was a foreign feeling to her as of late…The walls of the Academy that had once felt like an impenetrable fortress, now felt paper thin. A joke for the enemy to rip through, and tear them apart. He let her go just as quickly as he’d pulled her close, and she found her footing with a grace that would have turned any ballerina green with envy. “I can take care of myself…I’ve been doing it on my own this long Blake—I’m not afraid of a few drunk people at a party.”
Jade eyes rolled heavenward when the insisted that he pay, waving her hand dismissively as he requested that her first set of beads be earned from him. “Fine fine…Whatever makes you happy.”
Blake could be so strange at times. Though strange or not, she’d missed his wide smile and teasing antics. She was silent for several moments as she considered his offer to pay for the trip…Or at least, put both tickets on his card. Her hands smoothed down the sides of her black mini, securing it in place, before she sighed…”Like I said. Whatever makes you happy, nene. If you want to book the tickets, go ahead… But I will be paying you back. It’s not right for me to take advantage of you.”
Her grudging forfeit of her travel plans quickly melted into amusement as he commented that he preferred boxes. She’d never quite heard of sexual orientation referred to like that before…But his comment about Monty Python made her laugh outright. The sounds was musical, echoing in the corners of the promenade…Beautiful, against her will. “Yeah… I’ve seem some of the girls you’ve dated—Note, that they didn’t last.”
“You’re just too pretty. They’re jealous.”, Isabella insisted, green shimmering in the dim light. She knew very well that Blake wasn’t gay…But he got so riled up about it, that she just couldn’t help herself. Not to mention, that he’d spent years pulling prank after prank on her…Some that had landed her in heaps of trouble with Scott.
About half of the other teams thinking he was about as straight as a butterfly flies? Priceless, payback.
He struck a pose, calling her out on the fact that she’d called him pretty, and she stuck her nose in the air with mock superiority. “I’ve just seen what comes out of Texas….Aka, George W…Compared to him, you’re the belle of the ball.”
“Brat.”, she taunted him instinctively, swatting at him when he swore not to let anyone take advantage of her—Unless it was him. The songstress didn’t take him seriously…If she did, they would both be in a heap of trouble. Just like he knew, that she would never say anything bad about his family… Well, anything bad and mean it. His mother sounded like a sweet woman… And she’d certainly raised her son well enough.
She felt like her emotions were flying through a blender around the Texan…She’d gone from being paranoid and depression, to happy, with a side of apprehension…To angry, to happy…Everything just seemed to blur together. It was much easier just to react to each new situation, than it was to try and figure out what had already passed. She nodded her head when he said that people tended to see things that weren’t there, letting her side brush against him when he stated he wouldn’t leave her forever. “You say that now…But no one really means to leave anyone forever…It just happens. Life is…Unfair.”
Her tone was…Bitter, in a way that it shouldn’t be. The twisting aria of her words seemed crushed and soured…Pained. She couldn’t hide how she felt. The sound of voice painted a picture that was far more effective than the words she spoke. “It’s always unfair.”
Isabella was starting to think that she was cursed…Everyone, everything that she loved slowly slipped away from her…Or outgrew her. Or reality came crashing down, and she realized that even in a crowded room…She really was, all alone.
Blake laughed, lightening the darkness that seemed to cloud her eyes, pointing out, not for the first time how incredibly incorrect Scott was. His hand to her own, a soft squeeze caused the tension that twisted her stomach to lessen. She didn’t like Blake being an Omega.
She didn’t like it at all.
He teased her, and she flushed cherry red. Nothing would save her that…Not the cover of night, nor her natural tan. Yes, she’d walked right into his last quip—But no, no, Leo was -not- making a pass at her. Blake stepped closer as she huffed, and her arms crossed in mock agitation… He was so full of himself sometimes.
She softened when he promised to survive Narcissa…Only to glare when he refrenced sticking her to a tree. “Yes.”, she drawled, eyes rolling again…If they rolled much more, it would be right out of her head. ”Because that makes a girl feel so special, knowing that you reserve stringing people up in a tree for her.”
They went inside and the boys disappeared. Where, she wasn’t sure—Couldn’t be sure, as her head suddenly throbbed. She’d been straining her hearing more than usual…It took her a moment to filter through the loud music and voices that filled every square inch of the room. By time she opened her eyes, Blake was back, and handing her drink. She took a sip, nose scrunching…There was a lot of alcohol in that punch. “Are you sure you aren’t trying to get me drunk?”
Her words carried clearly, easily, weaving through the song in the air—Finding Blake, as if her voice were the only sound in the room. One of the many, little magic tricks that her ability provided her with. “It’s normal…Prom is normal. We all want that…But we aren’t normal—So this is as close as we’re going to get.”
A nicely dressed man walked by them, talking under his breath…She couldn’t help but hear him. It would have been nigh impossible for her not to. He looked vaguely familiar…But she couldn’t be sure. She’d had a long day of decorating and planning for this shindig. He might have been one of her new Alpha’s. Her lips moved, though no sound would be heard by those nearest to her…It would carry directly to Gabriel’s ears, just as her words had carried directly to Blake earlier. ~We don’t bite, you know. I’m Isabella, and this is Blake…It’s kind of my duty to mind you…You’re on my team…~
She tilted her head to glare balefully over her shoulder at Blake when he quacked in her direction, his threat, that was very true—Causing a lingering smile cross her lips. “Keep it up Donald, keep it up.”
And then she seemed to freeze.
The distinct sound of flesh and metal moving in harmony caught her full attention. There were only two people that sounded like that when they moved…And she doubted very much, that it was Logan. How she’d missed it before, was beyond her. The Siren knew suddenly that she needed some sleep…Her ability was stretched far beyond its limits. She was stretched, far too thin. It was clear, if she hadn’t noticed him… But she couldn’t rest…Couldn’t bring herself to. Not with the nightmares that refused to leave. She swallowed hard, eyes unfocused as they fell on the crowd… Bella couldn’t see him yet…But she knew he was there. Coming closer.
Turning her gaze away, a curtain of silken auburn hair falling over her shoulder, she swore gently under her breath. She remembered at the last moment, to keep the sound from traveling far—But Blake would have likely heard the curse in her native tongue. “I might...Have to go.”
Her eyes fell to Gideon the moment he broke through the throngs of people, unable to help from noting how handsome he was in white. Chastising herself for thinking such things, when she knew how much she was likely to hurt him in the near future bade her to push all thoughts from her head…Sadness swept through her with the force of a hurricane as her face crumbled, the mask she wore so precariously falling away…She wasn’t good at hiding the fact that she was broken—Though to her credit, she tried.
Not here… She didn’t want to have this conversation here. Not tonight. Not in front of everyone…She wasn’t afraid of him. She knew, he wouldn’t physically harm her…She feared for everyone else around them. He extended his hand to her and she shook her head despondently…The nickname causing her to shift her meager weight uncomfortably towards the side…Unknowingly, towards Blake.
He called her his Queen…Didn’t he know, that she was nothing?
“I’m not feeling well.”
The response was only partially a lie. Anxiety ate away at her, so thoroughly, that she felt as if to be sick. She took another small step back when he offered that they take a walk outside…She knew what he wanted. She knew him well enough to know exactly why he was here. This wasn’t the place, or the time—Though she knew she couldn’t avoid him forever. She wrapped her trembling hand behind her back, tucking it under Blake’s tuxedo jacket that she still wore so it couldn’t be seen.
Isabella...Desperately, didn't want to keep doing this anymore...Didn't want to keep running...Didn't want to die, just a little inside, just to breathe.
“We just came in from outside. It’s a little too cold for me.”
That was the truth.
Clearing her throat, she remembered her manners, at least, and took a sip of the alcoholic beverage. A large, sip.
“You two know each other. It’s been a long time since Blake’s been home…He was leading the Excelsior’s when I had the Paragons…Remember?”
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 2:38 am
Ｃｈａｍｅｌｅｏｎ
Ｄａｙｌｉａ Ａｓｔｒａｌｌｏxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Ｔｅａｍ Ｏｍｅｇａxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: Prom...xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx  "Well, let me save you some time." Daylia said with a small smile. "The member wasn’t right. Looked like it had a tumor." She cringed at the thought, though then again, that most likely wouldn’t be the reason Dimitri would watch something like that. Daylia couldn’t help but laugh. "Two could work, but the pimp thing is an idea. At least you could get paid for your services." She shrugged. "And if that were the case, you wouldn’t have to worry about pissing people off." She paused again, another smile crossing her face. "Unless of course you plan on having some unsatisfied customers." Yes, that was a jab at his possibly being horrid in bed. She couldn’t help it, and of course expected some sort of quip in return.
Daylia couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Of course Dimitri’s code name was playboy for a reason. "I just wanted to know what to expect, but whatever." She said with another shrug. Again a small chuckle came from her about DDR. "Yes, please make us both look insane. And I’m pretty sure we would get face palms instead of applause."
Daylia nodded in agreement. "That is true. But he already had an advantage over the boy, with or without the aid of his mutation." She said with a sigh. "We all do in one way or another, and it’s things like that, that do not help our cause any." She frowned and shook her head. "Escorting him off the property would have been much easier than having Emma fix his memory."
Daylia was back to laughing in no time of course, leaving the seriousness of the situation behind. "Yeah, no, I think I’m good. No paramedics needed." She said as they reached the table. She claimed a cup and filled it with the punch. A single brow lifted as she looked back to Dimitri. "What fun would regular punch be? Besides, I doubt you would take advantage of me. You’re not that low of a person." She said before tossing the cup back, downing it all within a few gulps. Though as she pulled the cup away from her lips she couldn’t help but stick out her tongue. "Not quite the best tasting, but whatever." What could one expect?
Daylia listened to a few of the others talk. Apparently Lillian was dragging Kerri away from her date and on to the dance floor. Or at least she had been trying to. Soon after she felt fingers wrap around her wrist and tug. This action had caught Daylia off guard, though it was soon explained by Kerri. "Oh, I, uh, okay." Daylia stammered out before looking back to Dimitri and holding out her empty cup. "Hold this for me?" She asked before passing it to him and allowing herself to be swept off to the dance floor. "I uh, gotta’ warn you two, I’m not that great at dancing." She said, trying to make her voice audible to Lillian and Kerrigan.
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 2:55 pm
xxxxxTeam: OmegaxxxxxLocation: Frontier Universityxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂xxxxxx  “It's not a few people, it's nearly everyone.” He corrected, raising an eyebrow at how independent she insisted on being. Normally, he'd give her credence to the fact that she could handle herself... But if Bella didn't even know how people got beads, she was in for it down there. It'd be... less than kind to allow her to go on her own. “And I feel as though it'd still be safer if you had an escort.” One familiar with the idea of Mardi Gras. Somehow, he guessed that she hadn't any real clue as to what the event was – probably thinking it more like a festival than a booze fest.
That she merely rolled her eyes when he mentioned that he should give her her first set of beads only solidified that she really was naïve to the darker intents to what he was saying. “Oh, it'd make me happy, all right.” He teased, his mouth quirking upwards at the fact she'd just agreed to flash him.
She wouldn't be paying him back for the ticket. To him, he found it formidable that she tried, but Southern hospitality had been engrained to him a long time ago. And having her pay back first class tickets seemed frivolous, when he wouldn't really notice that the money had even left his bank account. Especially when she'd saved for this trip... she likely would have bought coach if she'd booked on her own.
The cowboy smiled, despite her teasing. The sound of her laugh warmed him, even if her remark about how none of his girlfriends had lasted very long stung. She'd been a relationship since he'd left... his life hadn't left much room for that. At most, his had been flings – impulsive, reckless. But it'd been nearly the only option he'd had; she wouldn't know. And the girls interested back home were far too close to his parents for anything to be plausible there. Not unless he wished to ruin his father's perfect reputation. Blinking back any reaction he may have otherwise had, Blake took it in stride. “Only because I prove to be too much.” And not enough at the same time. Long distance didn't work.
“Not because I'm too pretty.” The girls had been jealous for many other reasons. “Though, the teams did see my reasoning when I sought to clear my name.” Simply put, Blake had told everyone that while he wasn't gay, Isabella Stone had set out to eliminate competition for herself from the other girls in the Academy. Most girls wouldn't try and straighten out a gay guy... He chuckled then, putting the conversation behind him for now. No doubt it'd surface again, knowing the arguments he and Bella often had.
Merely shaking his head again, Blake couldn't help but laugh outright when she said he was the belle of the ball. “I'm no Belle, doll.” And he certainly didn't attend balls. “Most southerners would take offense to one of their events being called a ball.” He didn't. There events were charitable things, small town fairs, rallies... watermelon festivals. It wasn't often someone randomly threw a dance in his hometown.
The sight of her appearing so... jaded threw Blake into wondering just how long she'd been unhappy. Moments of bliss came and went, like grains of sand slipping between his fingers, and soon the paranoid, downtrodden Bella returned to the forefront. Every time she laughed – sometimes it sounded hollow, as though she were only putting on a show for him... Others it sounded faded, like it'd been three centuries since she last felt the muscles in her face pull her lips into a smile. “Hey, even when I left, we kept in touch.” Blake said softly, his hand gently lifting her chin so he could better look into her green eyes. “It's not always unfair... sometimes it just takes a while for the good to come around.” Where had they hidden the happy-go-lucky girl he'd once known? Who'd broken her?
Teasing her brought back a different side of the Hispanic girl, which only inclined Blake to do it that much more often. The way she crossed her arms over her chest and pouted reminded him of a cat that had just been dumped into a pool of water. Cute, and mostly harmless, albeit pissed off. Her glare did nothing to make him back off, or even be more apprehensive of how their spat was going. “I figured it was your sort of twisted idea of romance, doll.” Feigning a frown, he continued, “Did I read you wrong?” The cowboy taunted, sounding more smooth than it had right to.
He brought her back a cup of punch, along with his own. Naturally, he'd forgotten it was prom – any liquids laid out would be spiked by this point, and she accused him of trying to get her drunk. “No, doll... I just grabbed from what was offered. I might have a bottled water in my car if you want it instead.” If not, he'd go to the store and get her one, just so that her judgment wouldn't be impaired while she babysat the kiddos.
“I'm alright with being out of the ordinary. Eventually, these kids will find that they are too.” Yes, their mutations did make it difficult to blend in. But what they'd been given, had been a gift that they could use to help others. Some would take the darker path, use their abilities against the humans who hadn't learned understanding. “That's what this place does.” Obviously, she'd forgotten that lesson herself, but Blake still believed in the campaign.
“We have the chance to make a difference in someone's life, as long as we are willing to try.” Likely, Bella didn't need to hear this... the same thing he told the students he recruited. What she needed, Blake was certain he couldn't provide. At least, not until she talked to him about just what had gone wrong, what had stolen her zest for life. For her students.
A young man sauntered up next to them, insisting that they didn't mind him... that he was new. But the recruiter in the molecular manipulator shrugged off that request. “It's nice to meet you.” He said, lifting the cup and tilting it in Gabriel's direction. If he'd wanted to be ignored, he'd picked the worst pair in the academy to approach. Bella a team leader, Blake a former leader and poster child for Xavier's Institute for the Gifted... the request would likely go unnoticed.
“Quack.” The Texan reiterated, grinning as he took a step closer, reveling in the fact that she smiled over the simplest of things. But just as soon as her spirits had lifted, darkness settled in on her features once again. Blake followed her gaze to see where it'd lead – her hearing so much better than his, she'd at least had warning of Gideon's approach. “You okay, doll?” Concern laced through his tone and expression, unsure what he should do for her.
“What's wrong?” He asked when she cursed.
Gideon took little time making it over to them, dressed in all white, greeting Bella as though nothing between them had transpired had been negative. Were it not for how utterly shaken his best friend had looked, he may have bought into it. Blake had already asked her to dance previously, and held his breath until she answered, stating that she felt too ill to dance. To her credit, she looked a bit green about the gills. More so now, with her boyfriend there, than she did just a few minutes ago.
Gideon also extended his invitation to going outside for a stroll, but again she denied the request. In her defense, the air did n** at the skin a bit. But Blake didn't let the fact that she was drinking the punch she'd chastised him for go without note. The nervousness she felt around her boyfriend, caused her to want to drink. And by how large a swallow she'd taken, he guessed heavily.
It wasn't healthy.
She introduced them, and Blake extended a hand, smiling the way a southern gentleman always would. “It's a pleasure, I'm sure.” He drawled, the smile not quite reaching his eyes despite his efforts. If he ended up being the reason for Bella's strange reactions tonight, he'd find no real pleasure in the man's company. “I've heard a lot about you, and wondered if you'd be showing up to escort the lovely lady about for the night.”
No doubt he wouldn't appreciate the last. But the way he'd worded it, Gideon would be able to find no fault with it outright. Wouldn't be able to call him out for being so close to his girlfriend.
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Is too small to see
There's always a sparkle of hope
If you just believe
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 2:07 am
  Name: Narcissa Grace Lucania-Stone [No relation, to Any Alpha's]
Codename: Solaris
Team: Omega
Location: Prom
Temperament: Oops.
Once reaching Aren and Ruthie, however—Her expression rarely changed. No matter what passed through the air…No matter what was left unsaid. She remained poised and perfect. Were it not for the fact that she had the tongue of a viper, and icy eyes that held an eerie sense of perception…Her lovely countenance might as well have been a stage mask. It wasn’t real… But the rest of the world could scarcely tell the difference.
If Aren wanted to date this…Unfortunate little wretch…The least she could do—Would be to toughen her up a little. The looming possibility of making the tragic girl cry was also a bright light in this rather lackluster evening. She could be anywhere but here…Getting her hair done, training her Omega’s…But no. She was here. Listening to god awful music, drinking god awful liquor—Watching her Omega’s sully themselves with god bloody damn awful Alpha’s.
No, she had not missed Daylia coming in with that…Creature, Dimitri.
Narcissa could hardly be blamed for her foul temperament. This was a sad, campy excuse for a morale boost… What a crock of tripe. Glacier eyes seemed lighter as they fell on the size shifter, his comment about the future causing her to grimace. He'd made his choice. “Don’t go out of your way.”
He thought her lower than an Alpha. Actions spoke louder than words. She took it as a rather solid slap in the face—Despite his inherent diplomacy. Ruthie commented that she’d gotten the date she’d wanted… And her chin inclined as her eyes flickered. “Oh…We’re all very…Very happy.”
The same, infuriating smirk remained painted on her aristocratic features as Aren took his time in responding to her inquiry—Her hand leaving Felix’s tie to touch his cheek, the gesture almost gentle, rewarding…Were it not for the way the question was posed. She also hadn’t missed that the girl seemed to like her proximity to Felix, even less than Narcissa enjoyed sharing the same oxygen with her. If Ruthie valued her sanity, and her pride…She would learn very quickly not to insult her. “I’m glad you find it fitting, love.”
Her head tilted as she gazed at the native, awaiting his reply, azure orbs still wintry…Far more chilly than Aren would have been used to. The longer the conversation progressed, the more frigid they became. If eyes were windows to the soul…Little would be seen in her. Nothing but flame so cold that it burned. She chuckled when his opinion came, the sound unexpected—Surprisingly feminine. “Aren, love…You may need to see Dr McCoy…I think you need an eye appointment.”
There was no question—No condescending lilt to her tone. If he believed that…He truly, needed a vision exam.
She’d made her point quite clearly, after invading Ruthie’s space. She gave the girl silent dues, for not flinching at her touch. Most women in her position would have at least pulled away, knowing her ability. Most didn’t know, her staunch beliefs that came to her own…Should she have lit the little pup on fire…She ran the risk of harming Aren, or Felix.
The sun goddess would not injure her own without good reason.
Making Ruthie’s life hell was simply not a good enough.
She hadn’t missed silent Aren’s response to all of her complimentary remarks and amusing game. She’d not entirely understood it…Usually he simply accepted his distaste for Alpha’s—And they moved on. He accepted her temper, her mood swings…That was one of the reasons they’d become so close, so much faster than she usually allowed. That he warned her away now was...Confusing.
Narcissa had tried to be nice to Ruthie…Even if it was all deeply creative lies. But the little bint, who’d stolen her color for the night wasn’t having it. She wanted to fight…Aren would know her well enough by now to realize that come hell or high water… Narcissa would never forfeit.
At this point, it would make her look weak. As if she’d been beaten by an Alpha pup—Not even their Queen b***h. By her –pup-. That was unacceptable.
“Me? Persuasive? When did you notice?”, she questioned sweetly, the sound of her nickname taking some of the sting from her words as she broke the silence. Her gaze reluctantly left the size shifter as her fingertips slipped just slightly into the front of Felix’s vest again, assuring him that she’d not forgotten him in the stillness. There was simply much to be said, in the conversations that had no words…Aren wanted her to stop. Unfortunately…He usually wanted many things that she couldn’t give… She was his leader—the Red Queen of the Omega’s. She could never surrender…Fighting, in every sense of the word was required of her…Expected... Even if, in some cases, she didn’t want to win.
Oddly enough, however, this had escalated further than she’d originally intended. Ruthie simply couldn’t take a compliment….Or accept her inferiority. The Omega Leader sighed, twisting a loose tendril of golden hair about her little finger…Frustrated. “Only…If you post it on You Tube—You might have to have it filtered it through the geek squad in the computer lab…It wouldn’t be prudent for keeping a low profile if someone’s ability was showing on a recording that was uploaded for the world to see…”
“Though really…If law enforcement managed to track our location, with how many different proxy’s the school uses to shield us…With how many firewalls and technopath’s we hide behind…They deserve to catch us.”, Narcissa shrugged then, choosing to let the topic change, for the time being…Indulging, her Omega’s silent request out of sheer fondness. She mentally counted to ten...Several times, as she forced a cordial expression. It pained her. Aren had better appreciate it. Most never expected anything so…Seemingly technical out of her mouth anyway. Not with her tendency to carry around a Cosmo magazine. “So film away. Just avoid lingerie, signs, and landmarks.”
Felix asked then, if she was truly afraid of waking not up alone, and the blonde goddess laughed. It was a gentle sound, rare, compared to her usual cruelty. Many of the younger students had theorized that should she laugh, it might crack her face in half. Then again, other students theorized that she’d killed the former Hellion leader…Neither were true…But it amused her, nonetheless. She leaned against the speedster, a dark amusement written in her every graceful motion. “Tell me…Should I be?”
That…Might have been the end of the feud. Could, have been the end of it. She had…Trouble refusing Aren. Only… Ruthie seemed to have other plans.
Her eyes turned from Felix, and landed on the defunct sparkplug as her insult lingered in the air…The warmth of her laughter had faded abruptly, leaving little more than a barren wasteland in its wake. Rose colored lips curved into a svelte smirk as she seemed to stare straight through the girl in question—As if she were made of very fragile, very breakable glass.
“That’s very interesting love…Because I find myself very worried about you.”, Narcissa drawled smoothly, her words deliberately slow—Pointed. As if the Alpha were too thick to understand. “Especially in that dress.”
“But considering I’ve done you the favor of encouraging your date to imbibe, and that God has done you the favor of allowing the creation of a light switch—You might get lucky.”
She tipped her cup towards the woman, as if she were making a toast—And then took another large taste of the disgusting liquid.
It took every, single ounce of her will power not to suggest that Ruthie buy stock in brown paper bags. "Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire."
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 7:12 am
 [ ʈ | ɦ | ҿ ➸ S | i | z | e | - | S | h | i | f | t | i | n | g ]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxOmega - A night with RaineFelix's light teasing in the way of the native's skill only caused Aren to crack a grin, a soft chuckle passing his upturned lips. “Oh, I'll bow down to your expertise.” The size shifter slid out, chocolate eyes full of amusement. “But you should know, kissing would fall into mating, which cavemen did out of instinct... practice and skill comes inherently.” It was a stretch, but one that the speedster was sure to find amusement in.
He then suggested that he take notes, and Aren's eyes lightened with his laughter. “I'll make sure to get a notebook.” But the conversation darkened as the girls made their remarks toward the other, neither being kind to the other.
But Raine held her own, and for that, the Omega male couldn't have been more proud – even if it would do little in the long run to stop any further verbal advances. The last few encounters that his date had had with the sun goddess, he'd been able to effortlessly de-fuse. He couldn't this, so knowing that she could defend herself should have made standing between the pair a bit easier. Wishing it were so, he remained quiet, assisting when he could.
She mentioned being happy with the date she'd gotten, and Aren gave a small nod in response. “I didn't know you cared.” The cheesy grin he gave her indicated he was teasing, just enough to briefly brighten the conversation. It remained even when Narcissa made her sarcastic remark about everyone in the group being very happy.
Clearly, she wasn't. But he'd say nothing to contradict her for now. With the way she'd gone on about prom, he'd chosen not to ask her. One, he knew she would have said no, as she was ever drawing the line between them to save their propriety when he had none. Two, she made it very clear that she thought prom was a waste of time.
She posed a query about who looked better, and Aren diplomatically responded – only for her to declare he needed an eye exam, clearly disagreeing with his choice to keep peace. Apparently, she'd forgotten the most basic thing about the native in her haze of anger over who he'd decided to come with: he didn't enjoy fighting. His people were a peaceful sort, and he carried that with him to New York. Though this did not actually count as a battlefield, he treated it in the same regard. And for the red queen to insist upon fighting earned her far fewer points with him, than it would have gained from anyone else.
Most of the time, when the sun goddess chose to be cruel, he overlooked it – normally found a good reason for her behavior towards the Alphas. Often, they picked on her, far more than she did them... and she responded with fire. This time, her nitpicking was unmerited. Without reason. And Raine's defenses would make the night no less difficult.
He wasn't keeping track of who slung the first real ball of mud, but it was enough to try his patience, allowing for his good nature to falter.
The Omega queen offered them drinks, and while Raine initially took hers, he politely declined, giving a few noble reasons why he didn't desire getting drunk. That was another man's dream on prom night. With as much as his date was already forced to deal with, a drunk would make the evening no better.
“You're on, my friend.” Aren said, momentarily distracting himself with Felix when he stated that they'd have to exchange ideas at another time. “Though, mine are patented... so even though you are a white man, there will be no stealing from the red man.” He'd slowed down how he said it, speaking more like how most American children thought Indian chiefs spoke. “Us Blackfoot have protection now.”
The native merely smirked when Narcissa coolly made the comment that he needn't be jealous, when she'd been poised in his lap far more times than she had in Felix's. “We will see.” The native declared; the way he pursed his lips together before taking a drink the only indication that he wasn't at all happy with how this night's endeavors were escalating. “Oh, the first time I met you, ki'somma.” He stated into his cup, the hint of the grin she'd known there as he thought back to Catalina. “When you told me that you led the team I'm on.” She'd remember well, and would likely draw the right conclusion from his bringing it up, without his needing to express it.
He was still an Omega, even if he did have friends on another team. And that would have to be enough for her. Just because they didn't always share the same viewpoint, didn't mean this needed to end in disaster. Hopefully, she'd see to his reasoning.
He didn't want to fight with her over this. But nor could he agree with needlessly picking at the girl he'd chosen to escort for the evening.. And even so, too much defense on Raine's side would only ruffle more feathers. In short, the pair's utter detestation of each other placed him, more than Felix between a rock and a hard place.
As he reluctantly imbibed, he made the remark about filming their wild night, and Raine's response had been a small, playful pinch on his arm. “Oh, but why not?” His expression twisted into amusement, and he shared another swig with his date.
Narcissa joined in on the conversation, stating that he'd need to filter was recorded through the geek squad, obviously making a reference to the fact that he could shift in size enough to be noticed on camera. “Ki'somma... I'm sure I'll need no enhancements to that effect.” He said almost smugly, his chocolate eyes darkening as he said it – the look he gave her was one she'd seen a million times before; a silent dare for her to find out herself, at a later date. And then a "thank you" laced somewhere in between, so that she'd know he realized her efforts to stop.
“See Raine, she thinks it'll be fine. I'll just need to find a camera...” The native quipped, chuckling as he remained close to her. Taking another swig of the punch, he tried not to grimace. But the taste of the alcohol left a bitter feeling over his tongue, and a burning in his throat that he didn't at all enjoy. Already, he knew he wasn't going to like being drunk.
Raine made the remark that Narcissa would have no problem finding someone to warm her bed for the night, and Aren inwardly groaned. As much as he'd like to allow their tension to pass, neither seemed ready to allow that to happen. “Ladies...” He warned lightly, hoping that they'd see to reason. “You're mistaken.... I won't take advantage of a woman if she's been drinking.” He put it on the table, both for Raine to know she was safe, and for Narcissa to know so she'd make no more commentary in that respect.
"Here's to having a night to remember." He mock toasted, raising the glass to his lips, knowing it might be memorable for all the wrong reasons.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 6:45 pm
Omega, Location: Prom
Well, perhaps he can talk to the guys. Or get some more punch Roland had a bit of a smile on his face as she joked about with him on calling himself an old man. He didn’t want to draw too much attention towards his problems. He wanted this night to focus on the two of them having a good time among friends. It was a hell of a night, and the two of them were having a wonderful time. He may have caused a stir earlier with the squabble, but now he was having a great time in the company of the red head. She was letting him cut loose a bit, letting him relax a bit more. And luckily he was able to make things just a bit entertaining for her as well. He was glad he could do that for her, of all things he did not expect to be able to entertain someone so well. He was happy, for the first time in a while it felt like for him. The two of them seemed to be enjoying themselves wonderfully, and he just was elated over the whole thing. He had to chuckle to himself a bit when she called his reference towards his old soul cute. First time he’d ever heard that. He had been matured way beyond his years, it felt good to be able to feel a bit younger. But when he saw his date being escorted to the dance floor by Lillian, a look of faux disappointment appeared on his face. He’d of course let her have this, she’s dancing with her girlfriends who was he to take it away from her? “Just don’t steal her away from too long Lillian.” he called out to her, his voice in a form of fake jealousy. He had to laugh about it all. But now he was standing there by himself looking like a dope. So now he had to figure out just what he was going to do while he stood there. He made his way to the punch, taking another glass. He considered getting a cigarette, but frankly the urge to smoke was not there right now. He looked around the place, noticing Bella and a gentleman he did not quite recognize. He seemed to have some swagger in him, which was quite impressive. The songstress seemed to be in better spirits than before. And those spirits seemed to disappear with the arrival of Gideon. He didn’t know what was going on between the two of them, and he had a feeling it had something to do with his transfer to his team. But he didn’t want to pry into it, if he somehow was brought into the conversation he’d be polite enough to help offer his own two cents. Until then, and he doubted it was ever going to happen, he wouldn’t ask. Wasn’t his place, wasn’t his questions to ask. So he decided to make his way over to Dimitri, he was sauntering off to the side by himself as his date was also abducted onto the dance floor. He smirked a bit, the two of them watching their respective women on the dance floor. “Quite a sight huh? Three women on the floor dancing the night away. How’s the night gone for you so far?” he asked the Alpha, he had to wonder just what convinced him to ask Daylia. Nothing against her, he just expected him to bring a human date from his earlier antics. He had to wonder just how this night was going to go, with some hope that this night would be great.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 8:19 pm
 Name: Jacen Reilly [Kraken]
Team: Omega
Location: Frontier University Jacen was impressed. Marcel seemed to be on his game when it came to exploring. He’d have to remember to enlist his help the next time he thought one of the professors was keeping something from them. Jacen crossed his arms and pursed his lips as Marcel thought, eyebrows setting in a line over his ocean-colored eyes. “I said ‘first thing off the top of your head,” he said with mock disapproval, “Sides, I doubt that leaving is a good idea.” Jacen laughed, “Narcissa would kill me, burn you, say it was an accident, and then set my body on fire just to prove the point if we went out by ourselves.” As much as it would be nice to leave the tuxedos behind, Jacen was currently in Cissa’s good graces and he would like to stay there. The news report he’d seen earlier briefly crossed his mind. Hopefully the Registration Act would fail out of Congress (Or however that worked… American Government still confused him.) He knew he wasn’t the only going a little stir-crazy being cooped up on academy grounds. “Well, we may as well see if things have picked up inside. Maybe we’ll find more bored fellow mutants to be bored with.” He paused, before adding, for good measure; “Bored.” ((OOC: Oh god... please no one but Bito read this >.>))
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 9:32 pm
"Ya'll Never Stop...
You keep me on My Job....
And they be trying to Copy and Paste Me...
Copy and Paste Me" "I'm on....
And I be in my zone...
And they be trying to Copy and Paste me...
Copy and Paste Me..." "Copy and Paste me"
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Marcel Porter
▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀   Marcel chuckled some before coming up with some smart response. "Unfortunately for me, I'm not the kind of person that just thinks of the top of his head. I have to look at every situation and then every out. More so, I need to think outside the box." He then went on to change his response to a joking manner. "Oh gee, I thought the Omega's were the fearless group with the fearless leader. Did she castrate your balls and place them in a jar in her room? Relax, I'm only teasing though." The question of rather if he was only teasing or not was up for Jacen to decide. He chuckled some and thought to follow up with his joke. He walked towards the doors that led back to the prom and opened it. "Well, ladies first."
On somewhat of a serious note, after Jacen would walk in, Marcel would look around to see what was going on. He walked in to see if things were picking up and it looked like it was dead in his opinion. Dead worse than a stand-up comedy gone wrong. He walked towards the punch bowl to get something to drink. He grabbed a cup as he was about to use the ladle to pour him a cup when he heard someone (Gabriel) muttering something about being new near Isabella and some other man he had never seen before (Blake), probably because Marcel was still new himself. It would have probably been a dead giveaway to Marcel seeing as how he made observations about who were mostly there before the even really kicked off. He continued to fix the punch like planned before speaking to the newcomer, if he had to assume. "Well nice to meet you Sir Fumbles, my name is Marcel. Hello Bella and...you know, I don't think we've met either, but nice to meet you as well." He took note that maybe the boy was speaking not to be heard, but he was right near Marcel to an extent or rather near those ear lobes of his. The music wasn't satisfying enough for him, so he tuned it out mostly and focused on things that were going on around him. It wasn't another ability of his and in fact, human could do it themselves. Concentration was the word. A lot of people claim they can't tune what they listen, hear, or see out most of the time in a crowded place. They were right about that, but the key was all about finding a less crowded area.
He took a sip out of the cup, noting that it was his first time drinking the punch so he didn't know about the alcoholic taste that wasn't supposed to be in it. He looked at the other boy, watching carefully as Gidean began to make his way towards them. He knew who he may have come to see. He was partially new, but that didn't mean anyone did not need to know the history that took place with some of the students. Seeing it as his cue to get what he came for, which was his punch, and leave, he began speaking to the other boy again. "Say, me and the "nice distinguished gentleman" over yonder..." he pointed over to Jacen. "Have this little group of social outcasts right now known as "Boredom." You should come swing by and chill out some. We don't bite...or at least the thought hasn't phased through me yet. Ah. scratch it. You should come over. It has a good view of the prom anyways."
Whether Gabriel followed or not was entirely up to him. Marcel was being quite the social one for the moment, but that was only because no one else was talking or saying something good. That means it was his turn to talk then and with a buzz in the works, he would probably have a mouthful to say he usually kept bottled in. He made his way back to Jacen in no particular fashion and took a seat at the nearest empty table. "Well, any luck finding some people about as bored out of their minds as we are?"  "Copy, Paste.
Copy, copy, paste"
"They be trying to Copy and Paste me"
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Team: Alpha
Code Name: Tsunami
Location: Frontier University: Outside
Ability: Hydrokinesis
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 1:56 am
╰☆╮ Name: Katarina Force ╰☆╮ Alias: Kali ╰☆╮ Team: Alpha, Apparently.╰☆╮ Ability: Shape Shifter ╰☆╮ Location: Academy: Garden, by the Fountain ╰☆╮
"Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. The fearful are caught as often as the bold." ✬════━━┈┈┈☆┈┈┈━━════✬ Katarina laughed with thinly veiled amusement as the boy froze. Her footsteps along the thin edge of the fountain were sure and precise. Trained eyes could see that he held his breath, that something about her presence had disturbed him. She half wondered if the child was going to jump out of his skin… Hadn’t he known she was there? Apparently not.
She watched, gun metal blue eyes sweeping over him. It was like watching a toy soldier start marching again, after its owner had wound it up tight. Her tone was light, the italian accent that she had expertly liquefied barely there. “Clearly you were wrong about that.”
The shifter was surprised by the sound of his voice. She’d expected something different. Not the depressed, disappointed, pathetic creature that he had suddenly painted himself out to be. Her head tilted as she stepped off the edge of the fountain, an entire head shorter than he was. The low heeled boots that she wore did nothing for her meager height. Immediately, she stood in what most would consider personal space.
Katarina had little care, of popping someone’s personal bubble. Her metallic eyes were touched with a tinge of kittenish curiosity. He was a new, fresh mutant for her to observe. She’d seen him in passing…But it hadn’t been with her own eyes. “We’ve met before.”
“Though I was smaller. Fluffy, and white.”, she trailed off, seemingly innocent of all things. Her arms looped behind her back, hands folding at the base of her hips. Her posture was reminiscent of older times…Or in reality, reminiscent of the way Italian school girls stood while awaiting appraisal for the tidiness of their uniforms.
“So you drink…But you do not dance. And you are here—To avoid the others.”, Katarina reiterated, rolling the word around in her mouth, as if trying to make sense of them. The mere slip of a girl circled around him, seeming to evaluate him from every angle. She could understand wanting to avoid others…They were all annoying idiots...But to avoid dancing? That seemed absurd.
“Why dance, only once?”
So full of questions…She was new to this uninhibited, teenager life. There was no one to crack the whip…No one to lock her away, in a dark, cold cell, all alone. Although, the dormitory’s were close. Katarina hated sleeping alone. It was unnatural.
And cold.
He asked her why she hadn’t gone, and her eyes flickered with something that might have been sadness. “Because I don’t belong.”
She wasn’t one of the shiny, happy people. She couldn’t be. Not when she was trying to find a way to survive outside of H.Y.D.R.A… Emma had mentioned that she should try acclimating herself…But to do so, she would need to change who she was entirely. Katarina couldn’t do that.
“My name is Katarina…”, she offered suddenly, realizing that she’d forgotten to introduce herself. Of course, the boy may or may not have already known that…But she wondered if he might scurry away like a frightened mouse, if she made any sudden movements.
The smile that came next was predatory. It was a tempting thought.
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