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Omega: Catalina - Desire for Privacy

Kerrigan grinned as he agreed to go upstairs with her, her attention to his words slipping as she continued to feel the flesh of his chest underneath her hand. Jack's hand closed around her waist, his other hand cupping the back of her head as she felt herself pulled towards him. His lips pressed against hers, holding her fast against him. Her eyes closed, no protest from this redhead as the hand on his chest slid up and around his neck. It was better than the kiss she remembered on the beach, intoxicating like every other touch he'd spared her this morning. All too soon, he pulled away, his eyes meeting hers as they opened once more. She found it hard to speak for the moment, wanting to remember the feeling of his lips on hers for as long as she could. However, as he told her that she should finish what she started, she grinned, no protest coming from her as he lifted her by the waist into a standing position. When she was standing in front of him, she bit her lower lip gently, not wanting to remove her hands from his form. She did so, reluctantly, nodding as he mentioned that he had food in his room.

"Sounds good. Oh, and Jack? Who says anything's finished." Breaking away from him at that point, the redhead tossed her hair over her shoulder as she stooped to grab the shoes and socks laying on the grass next to them. Stuffing the socks into the shoes, she tucked them under her arm and turned, following him back into the condo and to his room. As he ducked inside, she was patient enough to wait outside the door, running through different scenarios in her head as to how this was all going to go. Those thoughts were ripped from her mind when he was in her presence once more, saying something to the effect that he had the meals and it was time for her to deliver on the entertainment. A smile crossed her features as she motioned for him to follow her, bare feet making no sound on the floor as she escorted him to the room she was occupying. She hadn't seen Cissa at the bonfire the night before, so for the time being she was still in her own room, not moving her things in with her normal room mate until she was invited. With the way things had been going for Cissa as of late, she wanted to make sure that her presence was pleasant for the girl and not forced upon her. In due time, she knew that they would grow nearly inseparable again.

"Here we are. Sorry, it's a little messy," she said simply, opening the door and slipping inside. In reality it wasn't all that bad. Kerrigan kept things tidy for the most part, though she wasn't above a pile of dirty clothes in the corner. Her bed was made, floor relatively uncluttered -- nothing that she would have to worry about being embarrassing. When he was in the room, she closed the door behind him, watching as he laid the duffle bag he brought with him on the bed. Curious, the redhead sat down on the bed, crossing her legs under her indian-style as she waited. Military rations. Awesome.

A laugh escaped her, her hand reaching out and grabbing one of the packages, sliding over the brown wrapping.

"My Dad would bring these home with him sometimes and let us eat them. Luckily my mother knows how to cook, but when you have a family of military brats what wanted nothing more than to sign up right then and there, we loved playing around. Dad said it was good training for us anyways, so we would get used to them before we went into the military." Tucking her hair behind her ears, she opened the package in her hand, setting the contents out on the bed in front of her.

"Mmm. Nothing like meatloaf to get the day started," she said with a chuckle, looking up expectantly to see what he had for breakfast. Just the sight of him brought another smile to her lips, the redhead finding herself wanting to tackle him once more. It was a primal urge, one that was hard to fight. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all - it was hard enough to resist natural urges when they were outside...

Maddy was, strangely, lonely there in the kitchen as Forellen ran off to get her things. Although there were others there and in the next room, she felt as though it was only her and the carrots (whose color still intrigued her). The feeling of loneliness worried the girl, and alarmed her. She didn't understand it at all. She took a nibble of the carrot, but no more. The load of eggs, bacon, and sausage was making it's way through her and she was suddenly not hungry for more.

The girls eyes stared off as she went into her own little world, thinking about who-knows-what. She was only brought back upon hearing something about Swedish Fish. She thought that she should have just gone with Forellen somewhere else to do the nails-- away from the noise of the others or away from the tempting smell of waffles... even though pancakes were better. Yeah, she was kinda hungry again.

Maddy felt better when Forellen got back. Before she could speak up about going off somewhere else, she found herself sitting with cotton balls and polish remover on the edge of her fingers. Maddy blinked and just went about rummaging through the bag full of little containers of different colors. Nah, none of the orange ones were as cool as the carrot, and no orange beside carrot orange would do if she were to get them painted orange. Instead, she pulled out a dark blue that might have actually been purple.

She pulled the bottle out and put it on the table with perhaps a little more dramatization than needed. "I'll take this one ma'am," the girl said with a little, self-amused smile. "But... uh... ' you wanna go somewhere a little less crowded to do this? Maybe upstairs or outside?"

For some reason Maddy thought that if she didn't speak Forellen and Sophia, who had come in before, might start chatting in French like when the Vietnamese ladies spoke Vietnamese so they could talk about you behind your back during a session.

Omega-My life is over
"Who am I? WHO AM I?" Antonio's voice was filled with outrage. "I am Antonio Jesus Vasquez. The real question is who are you." he glanced over at Shandra to make sure she was alirght. She did not seem to be hurt but something was wrong. Wait she was crying, yelling at them to stop and crying. Shandra had never cried in the years that he had know her. Whoever this kid was, he must have offended her greatly. He was about to head over to her when she addressed him.

What had he wanted, it was not important what was important was that the man had been accosting her, Antonio needed to defend his woman's honour. " I am mad at him because he was hurting you because…" Antonio stopped in mid sentence. Aren had crossed the room and was comforting Antonio's redhead. A touch of the cheek, a kiss on the forhead. What was going on, Shandra did not let anyone touch her, especially a stranger unless, no it could not be true.

His hand found its way into his pocket pulling out the necklace that he wanted to show Shandra, for some reason it just did not have the same glow that it had earlier. No wonder she had always refused his advances. It was not that she was playing hard to get, she was in love with this man, she probably had been for as long as he had known her. There was no room in her heart for him, he would have to accept that.

It should not have hurt him, Shandra was not the first girl to fall in love with someone else, but logic did nothing to stop the pain. Seeing Shandra willingly in the arms of another man brought forth a feeling that Antonio had never felt before, jealousy, that and a surge of hopelessness. No matter what he did now Shandra would never be his.

The necklace slipped from his fingers and pooled on the floors. She had lied to him, they had all lied to him. It was because he was deformed. Shandra left because she found another man, a whole man. There was not room in her life for a scarred, hollow husk of what used to be perfection. He was doomed to walk the world alone. There was something wet on his cheek, probably blood, clear salty tasting blood. Men did not cry, and Antonio was a man, or at least he used to be one.

"Sorry" He mumbled, his head hung low . Silently he turned around and walked out of the room. There was only one place a person like him could go. To the roof, it was time to end things.

“He’s…not a boar,” Shandra said as she blinked, leaning into Peta’s mouth almost offhandedly. “A bird maybe. I think, he said something about a bird earlier…”

Her attention was completely given to the two men (Antonio and Peta) in the room as they each started to give their excuse. It was funny to her, Peta’s excuse that was. When had Antonio knowingly—

Trolls.

Dodgeball..

Shandra smiled lightly at the reminder, coupled with the idea of a troll ball it was rather amusing. And the fact that she was going to get bacon in bed, according to Peta, kept it there for a moment.

’oh shiny!’

Her eyes were drawn to the jewelry as it dangled from Antonio’s fingers. Oh, that’s right…she wanted to use those fingers…

Swimming!

Shandra’s eyes lit up even as she watched the necklace fall from his fingers. It glimmered in a way, and it took a mini fight within herself to figure out what to do. Returning Antonio’s necklace and try to get him to go with her later to get a suit…or stay with Peta and get that bacon in bed. She didn’t see why she couldn’t do both…

“Hold on,” Shandra whispered to Peta.

Slowly she pulled out of his hold and crept over to the fallen knecklace on her hands and knees. It wasn’t that big of a gap, seeing as the room she had picked was actually very small, but she still didn’t actually stand up onto her feet until she did. However, when she stood up, Shandra turned to see Antonio already at the door. Her eyes narrowed lightly.

She didn’t tell him he could go. She wasn’t done with him.

Shandra reached out with her powers and pushed Antonio into the wall, cushioning his impact. She walked over to the opposite wall, unbuckling the necklace as she went. She looked up at him from behind. Antonio was eight inches taller than her. She’d have to move in closer to put the jewelry on. Some reason…she wasn’t having as much of an issue. She wasn’t having much of an issue with anything it seemed – the world actually seemed pretty…nice…for now.

"Don't cry Ant," Shandra spoke out as she finished unclasping the necklace while he was pressed up against the wall. "Do you need help fixing something?"

Pressing up from behind him, Shandra looped the necklace around Antonio’s neck. She dropped her powers almost as soon as her fingers brushed over the back of his neck. She watched the necklace fall as she did so, smiling at the issue. Why was she so happy? Her stomach seemed to growl out – a reminder that Peta owed her bacon and that Antonio stilled owed her tacos. Shandra almost timidly put her hand into Antonio’s and pulled lightly, just a gentle tug. If he really wanted to slip out of it…he could, but somehow she didn’t think he would. She walked back over to Peta and held out her hand.

She wasn’t sure why she was…oh yeah, that’s right…

“What,” Shandra paused, flickering her eyes between Peta and Antonio, “would you two like to eat?”

Omega: Catalina - Two Peas in One Pod

Kerrigan ate her meal as she listened to Jack talk more about his family life. She was interested to hear about the life of someone else that seemed to grow up in the military, though it sounded like she had things a lot easier than he did. It was only natural for her mind to wander to her own family. They had always been close, her parents training her only because they wanted to make sure that she was taking full advantage of the ability that was given to her. They pushed her, but it was for her own benefit rather than theirs. Even when she broke the news to them that she no longer wanted to join the military after Daniel's death, they were understanding and assured her that they were happy with whatever decision she made. The thought of having parents that made their love contingent on strength or performance seemed…foreign and cruel.

She became aware that his eyes were no longer on her, and by the time she lifted her own gaze to see him, he was slipping onto the floor, his back to her. Since he couldn't see her, her facial expression momentarily betrayed the disappointment she felt that she not longer had his full attention, but at the same time she felt like she needed to give him a moment. It could be hard for people to talk about their family, and in all the interactions she had with him, he had never mentioned them until now. Finishing the package of food before her, noticing that he was now on his third, the redhead finally spoke, her voice dripping with an understanding that she hoped would get through to him, even if he couldn't see her.

"Well…no matter how he feels about your chosen career path, I'm sure he'd feel some sort of pride at seeing you now. I mean…you're a freaking tank for goodness sake! When I told my parents I didn't want to go into the military anymore, they were a little disappointed, but thankfully they were understanding enough to accept it. Maybe your dad just needs time." It was rather remarkable to her that they had so much in common with their family situations, but on some level it was expected. There had to be more than his rippling abs and bulging biceps that drew her towards him, right?

Turning her gaze on the back of Jack's head, Kerrigan bit her bottom lip as the distance between them began to grow uncomfortable once more - it left a knot in her stomach that would only go away when she was in contact with him once more. Slipping from the bed, her steps were light as she crossed around the bed, running her fingers through her hair as she sat down next to him, leaning over and laying her head against his shoulder. The nearness to him released the knot in her stomach, the redhead feeling like she was in the right place once more. Her eyes closed in comfort and a smile crossed her features as she deeply breathed in his smell - why was he so intoxicating?

ტრεჟค Sharing is caring... but caring doesn't entail sharing. Damnit.

Antonio... That was his name. Not that it meant anything to the native american that currently sat on the floor. But apparently Shandra hadn't thought well of his boar comment, and he shook his head as he chuckled and sent a grin in the direction of the retreating man. "I stand corrected then."

He still didn't like the guy, but he'd be nice for Shandra's sake. That, and the guy was likely on their team; it'd be more prudent for them not to start out on the wrong foot.

But he couldn't help but realize that this was the second time that he'd gotten attacked because of Shandra... How many more people on this team would think that he meant her harm? Seriously?! Aren was possibly the safest person for her to hang around. Jacen had let go of the issue; Peta wouldn't be so sure that Antonio would likely forget so easily what he'd walked in on, and it was rather lucid from his reaction that he wanted to be in Aren's place. And before this morning, the new omega team member probably wouldn't have minded. Now? Now he wasn't so sure.

But the man hadn't thought well of Aren's words that had all but expressibly told him to "bug off." Antonio appeared truly hurt as he took in Shandra's falling into someone else's embrace. Aren might have cared had the man not assumed that he was going to put Moahk in harm's way... by kissing her. Yep. That was totally him... causing all of the girls to have severe enough heart palpitations as he laid a kiss on them that they went into cardiac arrest. Truly.


He shook these thoughts off, not wishing to prolong the confusion that was now clouding the walls of his skull as it sunk in... just how close he'd been to.. Really he should have thanked Antonio. Thinking his best friend was pretty was one thing. Letting the attraction get out of hand... Wow. Her eyes are such a vivid shade of green. Aren waited for a hint of exasperation to thread her tone, and was surprised to find that none of it found its way to her words.

Instead of being irritated with what she'd always deemed, "Old World" views, a hidden smile made its way into her features, and the size shifter was puzzled as to what had deemed such a reaction. Had he said something funny? But the red head's eyes followed the glitter of Antonio's necklace, and he knew before she did that she'd choose the hispanic's company over his own for the time being, to console him. When she uttered for him to wait, it came as no surprise. But he also knew she'd be back, that she'd return to him. After all... best friends didn't stay separated for long.

He watched as she lined herself enough to replace the necklace about the hispanic's neck and as she distanced herself he was able to think with a more clear state of mind. Still, he couldn't place the feeling that something wasn't right, and he brushed off the feeling as nerves for being about so many new people and on the team of some of the best mutants in the Academy.

And when Shandra made her way back to him with an extended hand, Aren was able to widen his smile and not let his less than fond opinions of Antonio spoil Shandra trying to make peace between them. "Any sort of meat sounds good." He answered honestly. The rumbling in his stomach won out over the other desires he'd been feeding from just minutes before, and the switch was odd, but welcomed to keep his sanity. He pulled himself up and kept a hold on the one she'd offered him.

Oh goody. Obviously if he wanted to remain around Shandra, he had to share.

Alpha - Raine, Christian, & Waffles-- Oh My!

“You can’t cheer up a tree that isn’t really sad…They just look sad.”, she responded to Christian with a gentle smile, speaking from her position tucked into the corner of the kitchen island, so as not to be in her friends way while she made her magic. Maybe Raine could teach her not to burn things sometime… She was so nice, she was willing to bet that Raine would say yes...

Sophia smiled at her friend, ever affectionate as she waited patiently for her to finish cooking… For some reason she just hadn’t felt like being alone upstairs. Besides she enjoyed watching Raine…The way she moved, like a little ballerina dancer from a music box…All pretty and perfect. Even in the kitchen, cooking over a hot stove—That took skill. She thanked her friend in a sing song voice every few seconds when the scent of delicious waffles touched her nose… So it was pretty much a sing song chorus of, “Merci, merci, merci mon cherie…”

After loading her plate with far more than the petite girl could ever hope to each, she too munched on a small piece of the waffle, covered in powdered sugar and something sweet and altogether. Scrumptious. The best waffles, ever—Hands down. “C’est magnifiqueeee…”, she half purred, her accent carrying the words sweetly, without any odd overtone.

“Ah agree—up up, back to bed! Remember, Evil!”, Sophie chimed in after a moment, thinking ahead and grabbing a pitcher of what looked to be orange juice, tucking a few cups into the crook of her arm. Once her plate and silverware were in hand, she looked at the bowl of strawberries, a little forlorn…She couldn’t carry that, and syrup, and the chocolate topping she’d seen in the fridge.

Turning around, about to ask Raine to grab something when she saw Christian… Again, thinking of such pretty green eyes. Not to mention is wasn’t fair to make Raine carry things when she’d done all the hard work… “Oh Christian..”, she called with her usual sweet smile, setting down the pitcher on the counter as she made sure she had his attention. “Ah have a proposition for you…”

“If you aren’t busy and you wouldn’t mind spending time with us…Help me carry—And Ah’ll share my waffles with you?”, she questioned, her grey eyes doe-like and soft, utterly innocent in every word. She bit her lower lip lightly, as always her body preparing for rejection, but somehow— She didn't feel at all that usual nagging fear. Surely, Christian couldn’t turn down the magic waffles Raine made-- Or Raine... Raine and Christian and waffles and chocolate...

Suddenly a thought came to mind, and the flormamancer blushed.

Still though...she had a wicked craving for Swedish fish...