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Omega: Catalina - Help me stretch out?

She chuckled as he said that he hadn't thought that far ahead as to what they could spend their day doing, the redhead tucking her hair behind her ears as she turned her gaze to the ground. His setting his gaze ahead meant that she could take a moment to compose herself, her face feeling warmer than normal in light of things. Jack fell silent, and she could think of nothing to fill the silence, wondering if she should be filling her mind with positions - err, situations - that could fill their afternoon. At some point she was sure that she felt her arm brush against his, something almost animalistic triggered in her at the feel of his slightly sweaty skin. The hair on the back of her neck tingled, her body erupting into goosebumps as his arm slid around her waist, pulling her securely into his side. Kerrigan realized that she was holding her breath, turning slowly to look at him once more as she slowly exhaled. He looked…adorably flustered, the redhead only able to tell because of how accustomed to his face she had gotten over the last few weeks of glances. He spoke, captivating her attention once more, his booming voice renewing the goosebumps that spread across her skin.

"That sounds like a good plan," she said with a grin, especially intrigued by the part that included food. She liked food. And there was something about this run, even though it had morphed into a simple walk, that left her practically starving. Still, she didn't want to break away from him. She didn't want him to remove his hand from her waist. If anything, she wanted him to hold her tighter. It was clear that they were not going to start running again - to do so would mean ceasing the contact between them, and that was not acceptable. The mere thought was enough to make her want to cry. Kerrigan wasn't the girl that ever wanted to cry.

The pair found themselves nearing the condo once more, the redhead tossing her hair over her shoulder as she broke away from Jack sitting on the lawn. Spreading her legs, Kerrigan placed her hands in the middle, sliding them straight out until her chest made contact with the ground below, grunting in satisfaction as she felt her form elongate, eliminating any residual stress in her muscles that wasn't worked out with the waist-grasp she had just experienced. Laying back, she stretched one leg into the air, arms moving above her head as she looked at Lurch. Her gaze was soft, inviting almost, before she finally spoke.

"Help me stretch out?" After all, stretching was important before and after a run, especially when you were as sore as she was this morning.

Omega: Strange things are happening...

Narcissa leaned against the coolness of Gideon’s hand, eyes closing for a moment… She felt like she was burning up inside. His hand, while normal temperature for everyone else—Actually felt cold to her. Was it taking so much of her energy that she was distracted enough not to realize that her new partner in crime was…Acting strangely? No, not that out of it. Did the Wolvie knock off EVER space out? No… He was always intense. Always, so intense—And on his game.

She shouldn’t have been able to shock him like that.

Her ego took a shot though, when he looked her up and down, and didn’t pause… Christ, was he that gone on Stone? Even the teeniest pause? “You don’t see anything? Anything at all?”, she put on her most pretentious pout, her position from her seat on the floor beside the rocking chair she sat in giving her all the leverage a damsel in distress could ever need.

Her attention waned though as she caught Kerrigan and Jack coming closer… Eli in the distance… Since when had her second and the Alpha-Giant gotten THAT close? That was just plan damn freaky.

“I just feel…Odd. I feel warm…Like my powers are active… I mean, they’re always active…But really, really active…”, She explained with a sigh, and looked back towards Gideon, and took his head from her head—Her gaze falling to the backs of his hands… Where his claws came out. Still unintentionally holding his hand in her own, she traced her fingers delicately over his knuckles…Unaware for a moment of what she was doing… A memory came, of Solis…Though it wasn’t Gideon’s hand she held, but Belasco’s.

It was her turn to snap out of it a second later... She frowned, and shifted…Her shoulders tensing as her eyes slowly brightened… It was anger, in response to thinking of the demon lord… “Maybe its my memory again…Slipping…I thought it was getting better.”, she spoke quietly, more to herself, than to him. Changing the subject, she looked up at him again, trying to ignore the feeling of oddness. It was strange… That she could talk to this Alpha. She knew he would keep his mouth shut, for one. Another… He was one of the few who could understand…

Who had been tortured… Beaten. Broken and left to pick up the pieces…She regarded him with… Nearly the same mind set as she had once held Varian. Except that she didn’t feel the need to protect him…No, quite the opposite… She knew she didn’t have to…

Hell, she could be the one causing him pain… And he would simply heal it away, like it never existed.

“Does it hurt when they come out?”

Alpha // OHMG-- Waffles

Sophia was content with Raine stroking her hair for the next for moments…It was soothing. She just wanted to drift back off to sleep. Her heart smiled, when she heard Raine giggle…It was good to hear her best friend smile. To heard her laugh…She knew that there was something important that she wanted to talk to her about….But she couldn’t quite remember what it was. Somehow, all wrapped up together… It just didn’t seem to matter.

She pouted when her friend stood up, but let her go without too much of a fuss… With the promise of such yummy sounding waffles… Mon dieu…That sounded wonderful. Waffles, and bed. Waffles, Raine, and Bed… Seeming to mull it over in her head before she finally nodded, stretching up on her knees, arms above her head. “D’accord d’accord cherie… You’ve talked me into it. You can be on breakfast duty… And to make it even, Ah’ll tidy the room while you’re gone…”

She stretched out and wrapped her arms around her friend, using her as leverage to wiggle out of the blanket so she didn’t fall over. Leaning toward Raine she impulsively kissed her lightly on the chin—Her far shorter frame allowing her that. “Merci…You never want me in the kitchen unsupervised, unless ah’m baking cookies… ah can make a mean double chocolate chip cookie…Ooo chocolate…”

“Ah want chooocolate..”, Sophie whined as she moved to pull some clothing out of her dresser. She didn’t want to be the only one in her pajamas… She pulled out one thing after another…Fingering the softer fabrics for a moment before putting it back. Sometimes going back to the same shirt twice… Eventually she shut the dresser and hugged herself in the pink cammie she wore… “Ah think ah might have to wait to get dressed…There’s nothing ah want to wear…”

“Ah’ll shower first… D’accord… You go to make le petit breaky… Ah’ll pick up.”, she decided, taking the firm stance that she never did—All of the uncertainty and self doubt she usually had long gone and lost in her ditzy happy haze.

Giving Raine a one armed hug she darted around her to start making Raine’s bed first, hair all mussed and face slightly flushed from so much movement after just crawling out of bed.

Omega: Lost to himself
Sleep never greeted the young Omega that night. The foreign matter had made sure of that. Varian's desire to avoid sleep was heightened and he never made it to sleep. His mind was cluttered, overflowing now with so many thoughts and worries and sorrows. Everything amplified against a megaphone screaming in his head. He could deal with all this except one way. So he had spent the whole night under the serums influence, on the roof of the condo, violin in hand playing a very fast paced scale excercise that made use of all cords, placements, notes... etc. It was loud repetitive and never ending. He was one with his instrument never letting it go. The moon phased as the sun came up, yet Varian was unmoved as he played and played, ignoring the cramps of his arm, the fatigue that was setting in. The blisters on his hands, the blood that was on the neck of the instrument as he dug into each measure of music harder than the last.

His hair was rustled by the beach air. His face in a daze, unsnapping from the horizon, as his arms just moved and moved. The debris that was on the room, sea weed, pebbles, sand, all of it was floating about him as if gravity itself was gone. He felt the need to hide from pain and suffering and he had locked himself away, in a small room in his mind. He felt like he bobbed bobbed back adn forth in a straight jacket in a padded holding room. His mind was the bars that held his crazed body with in.

He played and played, the ground at his feet starting to turn red with the drops of blood that had come from his hands. He was in his own little hell, to forever take part in the glutton of his favorite past time... unable to stop. While somewhere he knew this was not healthy not good, it was pain. He didn't care. It was fun.

The little patient in his minds asylum was bouncing along the walls. Crying out in joy, and talking of the sky and flowers. Of his parents... of all the good things in life.

Omega: KILLJOY Ingredients: 1 Part Cannibis, 1 Part Amphetamine, and 3 Parts Chocolate Syrup

Jacen smirked as Christian made a jab at his Snuggie©ness. “You know you want one.” He said, the jokes rolling off as Jacen started to chuckle a bit himself. He continued watching the cartoon until someone sat down in front of them… What was his name again? Winston? Yea, that sounded right. “Fence?” Jacen said, looking to Winston with a perplexed expression, unsure of the meaning behind that particular analogy. “Awwwww… Thanks man, I love you too~” He said. Oh, and his name was Wilbur after all. He didn’t even notice Leion’s departure from the Dreamland and the room, to entranced by the going-ons around him. Then the cartoon ended, and the channel started up with some badly animated lesser cartoon. With much less dynamite.

“Booooo…” Jacen said, joining the band wagon and chucking a grape at the TV. As if the Snuggie© wasn’t enough, Bella completed the ensemble by planting some of her lipstick on his cheek. The ‘Octo-man’s skin turned a bright red to match the lips, before settling back to it’s normal tone. Bella was largely considered one of the most beautiful, and dangerous, Junior X-woman after all. And she was Pretty, for an Alpha that is.

“Of course we can share!” He said, laughing again. Everyone’s supposed share after all, that’s what they taught in normal people’s grade school’s. He pulled a hand from one of the Snuggie©'s arms giving Christian a knowing smirk behind Bella's head; Kirby’s get the ladies it seemed.

He looked around as Eli came in and sputtered something about Women and food, which were honestly the only words he heard. “Yes Eli, bring me food! Waffles and Cookies and Apples and Bacon!” he said, clapping his hands together before bursting into another fit of giggles.

He was serious about the Bacon though.

Alpha: Last night.

Molly hung out with Hoshi before she really just wanted to go back inside and go to bed. Mainly because she was just kind of hanging out with them and not really being part of the group so she quickly excused herself and like a ghost faded into the proverbial background. Since things were very quiet inside Molly showered and grabbed a quick snack before shuffling off to bed to get some sleep. She ended up sitting on her bed playing on her laptop for an extra hour as she didn’t feel ready for sleep. She wasn’t sure when she finally shut her computer off but as soon as her head hit the pillow she was out cold.

Alpha: Welcome to the Twilight Zone.

Molly yawned and sat up in bed groggily rubbing her eyes as she glared blearily at the alarm clock sitting silently on the nightstand. With a yawn and a stretch she slipped out of bed her usual frown on her face. She didn’t feel right...her memory told her that she didn’t feel right. She felt kind of good actually. Crossing her arms the frown deepened as she tried to pinpoint exactly what was wrong with this. Molly knew from memory that she wasn’t exactly a morning person and here she was up and awake on a day where she had planned on sleeping in. She had even set her alarm clock. With another yawn she decided that since she was up she might as well get dressed and head downstairs and have breakfast.

As Molly got dressed that off feeling continued to fade and soon she felt alright and as she began to fuss with her hair she drifted into a sort of autopilot and didn’t really blink until she had her hair all done up nicely instead of her usual practical styles. She was feeling excessively girly today and her outfit consisted of a large quantity of pink...her blouse was pink and she had pink socks on with a pink belt about her waist. She stopped before leaving her room and put a pink ribbon in her hair. She always had a full kit of accessories with her for those times she was nagged to dress like a girl...today no one had to nag her...she did it voluntarily.

Entering the kitchen Molly quickly snagged some bread and just slathered some peanut butter onto it before heading into the parlor. ”Morning everyone.” She said looking for a free place to sit and she spotted an empty chair which she skipped over and flopped herself down on. Looking for the remote she frowned. ”Who’s got the remote...Oh cartoons!” She said spotting what was on the TV. ”I haven’t seen this one in years...turn the volume up a bit...” She said looking for the remote as she took a bite of her bread and peanut butter.

Alpha: Sweet senses

Having the senses she did, it made her all the more crazy. The food that Carlos was cooking hit her while she was showering. Naturally, Evie could devour small villages on any given day. Between her power and the amount of conditioning she did, she ate as much as an Olympic athlete or more. But for some reason today she was more ravenous than usual. She couldn't get out of the shower quick enough.

...not to mention... she wanted to see him again. He made her happy. Evie wasn't one to feel "happy" per say. She enjoyed life. She felt generally content with life. She felt the adrenaline rush of life. But Evelyn Reed was not a bubbly, happy person.

"The hell?" She suddenly wasn't feeling happy. She felt like she was crashing from an intoxicating high. Evie put a hand on the wall in the shower and stared at the ground like she had been kicked in the head and the stomach. Suddenly, she recognized her body was fighting something off. Something unnatural was happening to her. She didn't have a comm on her arm to tell anybody. The crash was almost painful in a way. It was like somebody having the plug pulled on an addiction.

Falling to her knees, she muttered, "Carlos... something isn't right." He wouldn't hear her, but she suddenly didn't have the strength to go tell anybody anything. This lasted for about a minute. But as soon as that minute past, she felt the high come on again pretty strong. [The drug re-engineered itself so Evie would have an impossible time completely burning it from her system.] The high was so high that she forgot her initial problems and what she did remember she didn't care about.

She got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself to walk back to the bedroom again. The food hit her and she almost wanted to pass out. Stomach growling, she grinned, "I hope that tastes as good as it smells. But at this point I am so hungry that it could taste like cardboard and I'd eat it. Cardboard... now that is an interesting item." It didn't dawn on her that her mind tangent was completely unlike her and off the wall. But it did dawn on her that she needed clothing.

Evie wasn't one to bring much clothing with her places so she opened her only drawer. Not caring much about who was in the room with her, she slid on a pair of underwear and black boy-shorts. She then de-toweled with her back to Carlos and put an X-Men branded black tank top. He wasn't paying attention to her anyway and she felt she may have to change that. Slinking over to him, she watched what he was cooking and that desire to eat really kicked in.

Not so slyly, but trying to be cute, she started stealing pieces of food from where Carlos was working. There was a ridiculous amount by now and it was almost fascinating.

"I can hear your stomach growling, handsome," She said as she finished gnawing on a piece of bacon. Licking the grease off her fingers, she picked up another piece and put her hand towards his mouth, "Eat, my dear. Stop cooking. There is enough for both of us now."

"Oh, whiskey," She saw the bottle reflecting in the light and was distracted for a moment and then laughed, "You actually listened to me. Now, 'los, shouldn't you be the one making the demands today?"

She winked, laughed and put her arms around his shoulders, "Not that I mind. I rather like having a bit of attention." Just being close to him seemed to make her heart beat faster. It didn't seem out of the ordinary for her to want to be so close to him even if it wasn't in her character to be so aggressive like this in matters of like and lust. For ages, she and Carlos had an endless flirtation. This particular morning seemed like a good one to capitalize on it. Who wouldn't want an incredibly handsome foreign guy in their arms at the moment.

Of course, the food also was sounding pretty good at the moment.