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 Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 12:23 am
_______________Peyton Wolf  .: Spira | Omega | Super Breath | Prom :. ______________________________'I think I'm fitting in just fine.'   Peyton smiled at Lillian's response to Kerrigan calling her anxious. "It looks like everyone's having a good time to me." She inserted her two cents. Of course, she was only referring to the immediate group of girls on the dance floor. The rest of the room was out of her jurisdiction. Lillian had done a good job if getting everyone to have a good time had been her goal. Again, she was told that she didn't have to dance if she didn't want to. "I'm always up for some fun!" was her enthusiastic response.
The rest of the group introduced themselves and then they danced away to the music. It wasn't long before the other girls began to leave the group to return to their dates and Peyton foresaw needing to find a new group to get to know. She wouldn't blame them if they all ditched her, she was only an acquaintance to them. There were plenty of people to chose from here and she was sure she could find another welcoming group like this, but would like to stick with them a little longer. They seemed like a fun bunch.
Lillian's kiss with Kerrigan hadn't phased her much, it was simply a memory she would file away and use as a reference while she tried to figure these people out. The obvious conclusion was to think that Lillian had a preference for women, though Kerrigan had come with a date that had been referred to as 'the boy' so it was hard to say what it meant about her for sure. Peyton had no prejudices anyway, and preferred not to try analyzing everyone and just like people for who they were, not what they were. It was exhausting to pick at every little detail in order to decide whether she should like a person or not. Life was too short and she just wanted to enjoy it.
After the rest had left, Peyton had asked her question, and it seemed Lillian had come with a date, but she was invited along to return to her. The blonde had been debating whether to intrude on Lillian's date, or find a new group to intrude on. At first she'd planned on finding some new friends to talk to, to allow Lillian and her date some privacy. She wasn't shy about injecting herself into groups and meeting new people, but also realized that people who came to dances with dates often wanted some alone time with them. She wouldn't take that from them. But the friendly girl she was talking to was quick to assure her that they were with a group and that she wouldn't be a bother.
She watched Lillian head off and had been about to follow her, still looking to meet more people and finding this a bit less awkward than simply walking up to a group of strangers and joining in on whatever conversation they happened to be having. She'd done that a few times in the past, and even though she'd had an overall positive experience with it, preferred to be a little less intrusive.
When Lillian stopped though, she did as well and waited for an explanation, a somewhat confused look spreading over her features. She'd almost expected her to retract her invitation. It wouldn't be the worst thing that had ever happened to her, but it was a little disappointing anyway. It was exactly the opposite though. Apparently Lillian's date had left and now she was asking the blonde whirlwind if she was thirsty. Not really, but it was a social event. Asking someone if they were thirsty was more an invitation to spend some more time with them than an attempt to keep hydrated. It was good for killing two birds with one stone, though.
A friendly smile warmed her features. So maybe she wouldn't be meeting a new group of people as she had previously been expecting, but she liked Lillian. She was very enthusiastic and obviously knew how to have a good time. She even tried to make everyone else have a good time. A fun person, from Peyton's experience so far. Just the type of person she would want to make friends with. "Sure!" she responded with a small hop and a skip to get to her new companion's side, mindful that she was wearing heels so that she wouldn't end up on the floor. She was comfortable enough in heels, and had amazing balance. She was perfectly at home on a four inch beam, prancing around on it and launching her body into aerial stunts. Still, she was always a little wary of her feet when in heels. Somehow it felt so different from being on her tiptoes, though her feet were essentially in the same position.
Despite knowing exactly no people upon arrival, it was shaping up to be a great night. She had been enjoying her time with the group a lot, and now it was her and Lillian going to get something to drink. Her eyes wandered back to the little girl amongst the crowd. Partly to see if she was still there, it must have been past her bedtime by now. Partly because she was instinctively drawn to her. She'd always loved little girls, her own younger sister included. She liked playing with them, teaching them things and had earned quite a bit of cash babysitting them, though she would have done it for free. She was still there, and Peyton's eyes shifted around the area to everyone else curiously to see what sorts of people were around. It was hard to make much of them at a glance, especially since her eyes didn't linger on any one person for very long.
Her earthy gaze returned to Lillian "I like it here so far." she announced proudly as they made their way to some refreshments.
I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your world upside down... 
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 7:37 pm
xxxxxTeam: OmegaxxxxxLocation: Frontier Universityxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂xxxxxx  “Who said I had a problem, doll?” Blake asked, cheesing as he attempted to pull Bella from the shadows she kept slipping back into. If anything, he was just showing her a glimpse of light at the end of the tunnel – she wouldn't always be this down. Eventually, parts of her would shine through, and she'd become whole again. Someway, somehow. “Especially with being insecure. Ridiculous to even contemplate.”
She mentioned the fact that he would one day leave again, and the Texan had an answer for that as well, offering to take her with him the next time he went on a recruitment trip. He didn't think for one moment that she would take him seriously, even if his words were completely sincere, full of promise. “It's not like we'd be gone for more than a few days at a time... and surely the Alpha's leader could use a vacation.” And it wasn't as though she'd be the leader of a junior team forever. One day, they'd graduate college, and it'd be time for someone new to step up to fill that position.
One day, they'd either take their place with the senior X-men, or they'd leave for their respective futures. Blake doubted that Bella would ever live full time in Columbia again, when the call for good leadership here would always be a resounding echo.
“Or you could be the radio station.” Blake suggested, grinning as he always did. “Some areas don't get great reception. Having you around would be better than my iPod.” He drifted back to being serious for a moment, and told her she'd not need to wait for mutant equality alone, and what she returned surprised him. Neither did he. But she had no idea, how truly alone he had sometimes felt – what with his family, his position with the X-men... his lack of allies when he traveled so far away. For the most part, he enjoyed it. Serving as the face of the X-men put many new mutants at ease, secured their future for a better life. One filled with understanding from people like them. His recruiting gave them the opportunity for friends, education... control on their manipulation.
But doing all that made his dinners out no less lonely on the road. Or the lack of conversation as he cruised down the interstate, headed for the next town with a new mutant.
Once again, they fell back to jokes, and Blake laughed when she said something about inbreeding being in his culture. “I think I need to get you a map, doll. Kentucky and Texas are pretty far apart.” She threw back that his sights were out of focus as the conversation went along, and Blake tossed a cheesy pick up line in her direction. “Oh, I have some in my repertoire, but I can't be wasting them on a taken woman.” He assured her, laughing at her response.
Ever one to appear suave in the most dire of circumstances, certain to keep collected when faced with unpleasant situations, the Texan remained silent as Gideon undoubtedly asked for a time frame of when he could talk to his girlfriend. Or, soon to be ex-girlfriend from the looks of it. It wasn't his place to butt in, and the clone's reputation for once being a part of HYDRA weaved an air of caution not to ignite his temper. While the man didn't intimidate Blake, the cowboy had no intention of sparking a fire unnecessarily, when others could experience a backlash of violence. His guess on their silent conversation seemed to be dead on, because Bella didn't bother whispering back to Gideon, telling him that she'd talk to him about everything when she was ready.
But she didn't stop there, she delved further into what had been bothering her over the course of the night – speaking of recent events and tangos with Mystique. It all made sense now, just why she'd been so cautious when he'd first showed up tonight... why she doubted that it was really him.
Bella stepped backwards toward her best friend, and his blue eyes watched for changes in her boyfriend's carefully guarded expression. He knew what it would look like to a broken-hearted man; knew that a few people would likely jump to the conclusion that Blake Tanner had eyes for Bella, and was doing his best to secure his position with her. But tonight, it couldn't be further from the truth. Tonight, he was a friend, where she sorely needed one.
The Hispanic leader kindly bid adieu to her boyfriend, telling him to seek a dance partner, because she wasn't in the mood, and Blake still held his tongue... doing his absolute best not to defend the soundstress from Gideon's clipped responses. Unable to completely help himself, the slightest of twinkles in his eye caught exactly what the man's blatant stare had meant – a threat for a later date. Instead of responding though, Blake shoved his hands in his tux pockets, a sign that he would cause no trouble for now.
Honestly, the man had gone through enough, without having a tumble over his girlfriend.
Gideon walked away then, and Blake relaxed a bit as he saw his best friend loosen some of the tension in her shoulders. She started to apologize to him, but there was no need... and she didn't get it all out before she disappeared. Tears had quickly formed in her eyes, and he was halfway through his own response before they were interrupted.“Hey don't worry ab-” Obviously, the wolverine clone had said something under his breath, which only caused Blake's jaw to tense. Not only had it hurt his best friend, the boy hadn't the gall to say it in with an audience. The sound of a sharp slap echoed the air, and the cowboy visibly grimaced, knowing that it likely hurt Bella far more than it had her boyfriend.
When she returned, his hands immediately found her shoulders, and he pulled her toward him so that he might shield her from any prying eyes. “Are you alright, Bells?” He asked, helping her move toward the door. She responded sadly with the fact that her hand was broken, and Blake heard the word between the lines. Whatever she'd felt for Gideon, whatever had been left... the clone had tainted it on his way out the door.
Thomas caught up to them, and Blake put on one of his southern charmed smiles. “Always is a pleasure to see you.” He assured the healer, knowing that Thomas had likely witnessed the bout between the Alpha leader and her Omega lover. “Let's take this outside, if you don't mind.” The cowboy murmured quietly, still keeping a gentle hold on his best friend, if only to make sure she didn't collapse from her broken heart.
“After he patches you up, I'll take you home.” He promised, touching his communicator for just a moment, patching himself to Scott. “Amarillo reporting sir, I'm escorting Bella Stone back to the campus, so you'll need to find another chaperone for the remainder of the evening.”
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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: Sat Jun 02, 2012 8:57 pm
Alpha - Frontier University - Returning to the Date  " There's a method to my madness, you know. If they run off, I wouldn't want to be with them anyways. Think of it is….weeding out the ones that can't handle it right from the start. Really, it's just plain time efficient." Tara grinned as Leo insisted that men only liked women to take charge in the most dire of cases. Granted, he wasn't the most typical man out there, but she bet she could think of a few instances where he'd like her to take charge of the situation. Of course, as Thomas did nothing but fuel the fire, she cast him a grin, noticing her date once more glancing at Aurelie when the blonde asked how it was that they had come to prom together. She wasn't sure there was such a thing as "too intimidating" when it came to dating - it was a dog eat dog world out there, sometimes. Especially for a mutant girl. Aurelie seemed very intent to hear the stories of her past, causing the brunette to laugh as Thomas promised her that he would spill the beans another time, when she wasn't around to defend herself. " Isn't there a thing called due process in this country? I should have a chance to explain myself before you paint me as some sort of praying mantis that eats my mate's heads after a good night!" He threw out a few mythological creatures as comparisons for her, Tara laughing at the references. Sure, all of them were deadly, but all were also known for their beauty. Talk about making lemonade out of lemons. Glancing at Aurelie as the telekinetic mentioned learning something from her exploits, her curls bounced around her shoulders with a shake of her head. " Nah, you just need to find one Leo. Two or three get too messy. Seriously, men are slobs." Motioning towards the punch bowl, where her date had almost made a mess of things when he saw Aurelie in her prom attire for the first time, she once again let out a chuckle. They were making this way too easy - it was almost not even fun when she didn't have to work for it so hard. Her date insisted that the favor he now owed Lillian wouldn't be best spent absorbing his power, for the pure reason that it was often frustrating to power mimics when they had to put in extra work to track an animal down to test it. Raising an eyebrow, arms crossing over her chest with a smug expression, she looked at Lillian, raising one finger into the air with an exaggerated, " Ah-ha!" " Now, we're in one of the most advanced schools in the country. I'm sure we could work something out there. Scott could construct some sort of portable zoo to drag around with us on missions. There, problem solved." Clearly, she was joking, thinking of the most absurd solution to the proposed predicament that she could think of. Still, the idea was humorous. And, if worse got to worse, they could always sic the animals on their enemies when the going got rough. Maybe that was what they had needed at the mall. Aurelie and Leo exchanged words about seeing more of each other, causing Tara to actually remain silent for a few minutes. Sure, she was having a lot of fun with the situation, but she didn't entirely want to c**k block him for the rest of eternity. Just until it was no longer as amusing for her to do. After giving them a bonding moment, the geokinetic swooped over to the blonde, asking her to join them on the dance floor, but was unfortunately not successful. Departing their company to join Lillian and Company on the dance floor, the brunette easily fell into step with the rest of the ladies, even introducing herself to Peyton as the girl bumped into them, quite literally. She seemed like nice company, albeit new, and it was fun to simply let loose with the girls and enjoy the moment. Lillian joked that, despite her best efforts being unsuccessful at getting the blonde telekinetic to come out and dance, it wasn't entirely her fault. The geokinetic laughed at the thought of Leo and Aurelie sharing a dance, not because of the unlikelihood of it happening, but more at the hilarity that would ensue when she started playing with them in the midst of a slow dance. All it took was one great shake to make the two fall into each other- they way they were tiptoeing around each other meant that one of them might explode from the sheer rush of blood to their cheeks. She could be so mean sometimes. At her own suggestion that she needed to make amends for the way she'd been behaving towards Leo since they got there, Tara made her way off the dance floor and back over to her date, stepping in front of him and giving him as much of an apology as he was ever going to get. For a brief second, he seemed lost, but then a smile spread across his features, the teasing continuing before he cut himself off with the sound of his own laughter. " Sounds kinky," she responded with a grin and a chuckle when he suggested he tie her to his waist for the rest of the night, so she couldn't run off again. It was all in good fun. The animal mimic turned to do something with the table, Tara getting the distinct impression that he was trying to be sneaky without causing her some sort of alarm. For now, she would let it go - after all, she likely didn't want to know whatever it was if he wasn't willing to tell her in person. When he turned back around, asking her to dance, she fanned herself in pretend excitement, looking around for a moment before mouthing the words, "Me?!" and then breaking into laughter. " You're on, twinkle toes," she responded with a small wink, taking his hand and allowing him to draw her into a dance. At least now, they were acting like proper prom dates, and it was fun.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 5:38 pm
  Name: Narcissa Grace Lucania-Stone [No relation, to Any Alpha's]
Codename: Solaris
Team: Omega
Location: Prom
Temperament: Moderate
Slowly.
Pulled from her self imposed silence, by the sound of her favorite heathen speaking directly to her— Her gaze snapped towards Aren when he made some kind of…Twisted, misguided assumption that she could be possibly considered innocent in any form of the word. “Shut your filthy mouth, Aquene. And here, I’d thought your mother taught you manners.”
He was doing it again. His gaze caused her to remain close to Felix while he sought win battles for their soundless war. He would regret it one day—Playing with fire.
Felix drew her from her annoyance—Distracted her from an insistent little eagle that for the time being…Would have his way. He would pay for every inch of it of course, in the very near future. “Hazing is hilarious…”
“You wouldn’t believe the idiotic thing pledges will do.”
She snickered when the speedster mentioned a video of his epic, and monumental rejection. Had there of been a video of his sneak attack spit swapping…He definitely might have lost an arm, and a leg, “Thank God and Queen that no one was that quick on the draw…We might have been honoring your memory tonight instead of drinking cheap liquor with a slew of hormonal train wrecks.”
Narcissa paused, her eyes narrowing for a moment as a petulant whine rose within her. “I knew I should have killed you. I’d rather be at a funeral.”
Despite the complete seriousness of her tone, the fact that she kept her head resting against him would speak the truth. Well, half of the truth. She really didn’t want to be here.
But she was glad, she hadn’t killed him.
For the most part, Narcissa had begun to ignore Ruthie altogether. Not out of spite…But because Aren wished her to be kind, to the little cow. Not a word that could possibly pass through her lips could even remotely be considered cordial for polite conversation…Let alone kind. So it was with complete necessity that she bit her tongue over, and over again.
There were so many wet dog jokes, she had yet to make.
It was almost fortuitous that Michael Brusch arrived when he did. Not that she was pleased with the circumstances of his presence…But it gave her something else to focus on—Rather than forcing all of her efforts to be gentle with the black and blue SPED team.
Really. The -things- this brat could get her to do. It was getting ridiculous.
Elizabeth introduced her bear, and Narcissa gave the child a quiet smile as she hid. There was no need to frighten her further by forcing another unknown factor on her. The Academy was enough to shock adults—Let alone children. “It’s good to meet you Miss Elizabeth.”, Narcissa paused, before an indulgent smile slid over her features.”Mr. Hobbes.”
That should have been the end of if…But Michael suddenly broke from the military persona he’d seemed to wear so well. Instantly, she got her answer as to why Emma had placed him with the Omega’s.
He would have eaten the Alpha leader alive.
Azure eyes made of sharpened glass bore direct holes into the newcomer with all of the empathy of a barren wasteland. Her expression was filled with a silent warning anyone would well understand. As fiercely as he may protect his cub…He would never again take that tone with her, without consequence. She might have been a civilian to him…But in this setting, she was the Red Queen—And his superior.
If necessary, though she hoped not, she would teach him to hold his tongue.
The last few Omega’s that had sought to bring her to ruin hadn’t lasted very long at the Academy. She sighed, hearing the lie fall from him as he reassured his child… “Your opinion on the subject is well noted—Mr. Brusch…There’s no need for such theatrics. But I digress… Your little princess looks terribly exhausted. You should take her to rest...Settle in. I will answer all of your questions in due time.”
White-gold hair fell over her should as she tilted her head, expression seemingly soft…But there was something about her stance that claimed it more of an order than anything else. A sweet, however threatening smile crossed her features. “Go.”
Turning from Michael—She looked towards Felix and sighed… Before reaching for her clutch, tugging out the small compact comm. “Lillian, love. I require your assistance.”
Reaching for Felix, she drew him down by the tie to brush a good night kiss against his cheek—Something he would notice she had a habit of doing. Personal boundaries were not her strong point. “I’m afraid I need to converse with the Headmistress…You have my car keys. Make sure they get back to the school in one piece…Lillian will take my place.”
As the brunette walked up to their group, Narcissa placed a hand on her bare shoulder for a few long moments—A faint glow in the air showing the transfer. The sun goddess smiled at the CopyCat…”Keep Felix happy for me, won’t you?”
There was a silent notion of keeping Ruthie miserable...But Lillian would see between the lines-- And likely think her joking. As if.
She placed a hand on Aren’s shoulder for a moment as she swept away, her farewell soundless and abrupt as she disappeared into the crowd. She was angry...That would be plain for anyone to see.
Emma’s ears would be ringing by the time she finished.
"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 Jun 03, 2012 6:04 pm
Time Skip....It's now the day following prom. It's a beautiful Sunday morning...Sun is shining, birds are singing...Etc...You may finish up your posts and also post for the new day.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 6:06 pm
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“I’m not telling you.”, the former White Queen of the Hellfire Club intoned lightly—Not bothering to deny her presence in his mind. She often rest there…It was, in a strange way, comforting. Especially when she had too much on her own mind. “If you want to know—You can do the leg work yourself.” Scott glowered at her, but slid an arm about her waist. It was a strange day when she was the one keeping him honest. Then again…She hadn’t had the easiest night. It could be the lack of sleep. “The Alpha’s need to start training again. They need to keep sharp…Things are going to get rough, soon. Ever since that attack on Senator Kelly…They haven’t set foot in the Danger Room. The Steel and Thieves have clocked more time…”“The Omega’s could use the outdoor obstacle course if you need the space.”, Emma offered, and Scott paused, rubbing his chin—Clearly thinking things over. “I might have to take you up on that. Can you have Hank and Kurt go over the perimeter one more time? All of the threats in the media against mutants has me…” “Concerned.”, Emma finished for him with a small nod. Scott didn’t bother affirming her assumption. She was right. He only hoped that they’d made the right decision in defying the government. Things looked worse and worse for mutants that registered… Especially those that weren’t released. ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 6:12 pm
Name: Narcissa Grace Lucania-Stone [No relation, to Any Alpha's]
Codename: Solaris
Team: Omega
Location: Outside - Jogging
Temperament: Moderate “For you, and you, and you…”, Narcissa placed cool fifty dollar bills in the hands of a few band geeks she’d hired from the music lab…She still couldn’t believe how much the rooms had changed in the sub levels. She hadn’t ventured there since she’d had a crotchety set of twins her team…No one needed to know that she could play the cello. It was detrimental to her dumb blond visage.
The most culture she seemed to have in front of others would be her accent and occasional 'God Save the Queen' commentary. She rarely let anyone see her holding any literature, except the latest issue of Cosmo. It was a strange habit...But it was useful, when those around her expected little more than fashion snob insults.
The sunlight warmed her, causing her hair to shine with its own light. Her skin was touched with a healthy glow, just as it usually was. It was bright and early—Her favorite time of day. She loved to watch the sun rise...She still hadn’t been back to her dorm considering she…Suspected, certain activities may have taken place. Or rather, severely hoped they had. She would give anyone at least until noon to vacate her space and do the walk of shame. Heaven help them, if something unfortunate made its way to her side of the room. “Now go.”
She’d been a busy girl throughout the night…Speaking first to the Headmistress, then to Felix, and finally to Michael. Emma had actually informed her via email that the Omega’s would need to practice outside that day, instead of using the Danger Room. Why…She wasn’t sure. Didn’t much care. It might have been punishment for the tone shed taken with the woman the night before. But to everyone on the Omega’s, she’d sent an email herself that practice would be held after lunch in the back quad. Though one size shifting native would have a little more than an email for her good behavior the night prior.
Aren, after forcing her to make nice with Ruthie—Had a very special wake up call, and a note pinned to his door that stated, ‘Welcome back to oppression. We enjoy holding you down. XOXO’ Even if he wasn’t there…Already awake, ect…The rest of the boys in the dorms would be…Oh so happy, with her little gift…Considering a chunk of them were likely still hammered—Or trying to fight off a hangover.
She was sure that some of them, being male, deserved the rule--Insensitive awakening.
Michael, the Omega with the fun sized human, had been dealt with in the wee hours of the morning. The talk had been interesting… But she was fully prepared for him to try and fight her rules. She wouldn’t budge without a reason that took her breath away…He wasn’t the first young blood with a big head that she’d sidelined out of necessity. He had an over inflated sense of self importance. Usually, it was a trait she admired...But not when it came dangerously close to sassing her without any cause. Roland was desperately close to it as well…Though for vastly different reasons.
She'd had the fortune, and misfortune of seeing the mammoth of a man on the field...Roland was just as fierce as skilled as he was stupid and brash. Certain levels of crazy won fights...Other levels just landed them on the bench. It was part of her job to figure out which of them should, and shouldn't be doing field work.
Though in Michael's case...Narcissa simply couldn’t give life a helping hand in making a child, a four year old, an orphan. She couldn’t give the girl the same fate she’d had…To grow up in the care of others. She hadn't seen a photograph of her own parents in so long...Their faces had started to blur. She couldn't even really remember them...Except that they'd been..Cold. Intelligent, and cold. If the man wanted to stay on campus…Fine. But she wouldn’t drag him head long into a battle he might not come back from.
Not when he'd promised his little girl otherwise.
She’d stored her gown in her locker in the girls shower area, cleaned up, and donned a pain of black active wear pants, and a deep red sports bra. Long golden hair had been pulled up into a high ponytail on her head so she could jog without it bothering her. Glancing at her watch, she grinned as she heard the first sounds of a drum start to echo from inside the mansion… Sound proofing was good-- It had to be, with all the odd mutations...But very few things could keep out the sound of several large instruments and a couple dozen brass playing musicians.
The British debutante had arranged for the band geeks to play ‘Battle Hymn of the Republic’ in the hallway of the dorms for the Junior X-Men. More specifically, in the hallway of the boys dorms…To be more exact, right outside of Aren’s room.
As the trumpet started to swell, she popped in a pair of ear buds and chuckled as she returned to her run…As if she could have never, ever, had anything to do with so rudely waking anyone up.
Someone had to bring some life back to this place…. It was downright boring lately.
"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 Jun 03, 2012 8:46 pm
Kerrigan Schwartz
Codename: Knoxx
Team: Omega
Location: Frontier University || Kerri and Cissa's Room
Current Thoughts: It's about time she becomes a prom statistic...  " Yea, yea," she responded in a joking manner as Lillian insisted that Dimitri wouldn't be the source of any naughty thoughts in her date's head. The mere thought made her blush slightly - Kerrigan thought of herself as many things, but "hot" was not always one of them. Though, in this dress, which hugged her every curve, she certainly knew that she commended attention. As her dance with the ladies came to a close, Kerrigan felt it was time to return to her own date, who was standing off to the side with other male victims of Lillian's kidnapping attempts. Excusing herself from the group, Kerrigan suddenly felt a half close around her, spinning her around quickly. Lips pressed against hers, the muscle mimic only realizing it was Lillian when she felt a sudden drain on her energy levels. As quick as the kiss was planted, she was released, the redhead laughing as she saw Lillian's smile. " You sure know how to make a girl swoon," she said with a chuckle, turning and making her way back to her date to take him up on his offer for a walk. She wasn't sure how much of it he'd seen, but she was hoping that she wouldn't have to explain that. Rumors were sure to get started, or strengthened, based on that kind of thing. The redhead allowed him to lead her out into the grounds, where they could get better acquainted and have some substantive conversation without having to yell over the sound of the music and drunkard's ramblings. He asked her about herself, and she responded with the first thoughts that came to her mind, hoping that he wouldn't think her some sort of weirdo. Kerrigan laughed as he talked about the prospect of meeting her family, mental images already abounding as to exactly how that would go. Being the baby of the family, as well as the only girl - well, it made for some prime entertainment. There was a reason Kerrigan had never brought a boy home to meet the family. Frankly, she wasn't sure they'd survive. Sometimes she felt like the only way she was able to was her ability. But then again, she would hardly be the fighter she was today without their "tutelage." And, in true familial fashion, they were rather protective of their "baby sister." The reality was, Kerri could likely take any one of them. But, that was her own secret. " Eh, they're not so bad. It's my dad you'd have to worry about," she responded with a playful grin. Of course, the chances of any of this happening were slim to none. She hadn't been home since her brother's death. Since she decided not to follow in her family's general footsteps, and gave up on any military career she thought she'd be in by now. It had changed more about her than she'd ever admit, more than anyone but Narcissa would really notice. But that was a discussion they could have at a different time. For now, she focused her thoughts back on the present, giving him a smile as she drew closer to him over a few steps. Roland pressed his fingers to his lips, followed by her cheek, Kerrigan smiling with a downward glance. Temptation, as he put it, was a mild choice of words. His consistent gentlemanly behavior was endearing, and she could really say that aside from his small confrontation, it had been about as perfect an evening as she could imagine. Taking ahold of his hand before it could leave her cheek, the redhead used it to draw herself closer to him, her other hand gently slipping over his shoulder. Before he could say anything, either in agreement or protest, her lips closed with his, her body only pressing against his as long as he wanted it to. It was a move Kerrigan would never normally make - and while she was far from drunk, she was able to let loose of her inhibitions just enough to act on impulse. After all, for showing her such a great time, he deserved some sort of reward. -------------------- Time Skip --------------------  The sun rose the next morning, Kerrigan's body shifting underneath the sheets as she tried to turn herself away from the sunlight slipping between the shades of her dorm room. Green eyes fluttered open, attempting to focus on the alarm clock next to the bed with little success. Her head dropped back to the pillow, her hands messing back through her red hair, matted with left over hair spray from her undo the night before and an eventful night, before she rolled over completely. Her cheek met skin, her hand meeting a bare chest, and Kerrigan released a surprised gasp. Instantly, she threw an elbow up towards his face, her bare body rolling on top of his as she drew back a punch. Then, she saw it was Roland. " s**t! Oh my god, I'm so sorry, are you alright?!" Her expression instantly turned to one of embarrassment, her cheeks flushing red as she reached out towards him to check the damage she'd unwittingly caused. Her body slipped off of his, laying down next to him and pulling the sheet up over her head, knees moving to her chest. The sounds of drums and trumpets could be heard from somewhere in the Academy, and she was momentarily glad that they'd been spared that awakening. Of course, it had to be better than what ahd just happened… " Crap, I'm so embarrassed. It was a reflex…God, I'm so stupid," she whined from her covered form, hands moving up to cover her face. Leave it to her to ruin what should have been a romantic, intimate moment. She really did suck at this dating stuff…
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 11:01 pm
☣ ☣ ☣ ... My daily chicken soup for the soul ...
SNEAK ATTACK!!! GET NINJA'D! ☣ ☣ ☣ ... Where I'm consuming it ...
The Lovely Orchid's Room, Of Course. ☣ ☣ ☣   Waiting was the boring part. One was filled with complete anticipation but it was something a person had to contain until the proper moment if they were taking part in scaring the bejesus out of someone as was Aspen's intent. It had taken her a while but after enough years of recouping from the fact she'd been issued as a killing machine by her uncle she was ... somewhat socially appropriate? However, that was not to say she was without her quirks. As it stood some of them were rather large quirks, such as b and eing into a fellow class mate's room in order to scare the s**t out of them. What was considered a criminal act and breach of privacy to most was perceived by Aspen as fun and fairly harmless (unless, of course, Orchid suffered a heart attack from the event). The energy absorber trusted, however, that Orchid would survive the onslaught and get a good chuckle out of it after she recovered from the initial shock.
While she was a fairly good natured person, she definitely wasn't the most civilized or socially appropriate. She enjoyed having her fun and grew bored easily and when wanting to have fun and boredom were combined, well, sometimes it got her into trouble. Never had she ever, though, gone in with the intent of harming another person. Wanting to harm someone was an entirely different story where Aspen was concerned. It was unlikely she'd ever fully escape the darkness of her past. She was still a killer, just more appropriately contained for the time being. If pushed, however, results usually were not in the favour of the pusher. Messes were things she was good at making, she was equally good at cleaning them up if the situation called for it. Such was the life of a child who killed people on a daily basis. Like flipping through picture books or colouring it was considered normal to her, death, that was.
All things considered, though, she'd made pretty decent progress as far as she was concerned. She hadn't killed that many people since joining the X-men and for the ones she had, well, what they didn't know couldn't hurt them by any means. It wasn't likely they had the time to look into such things and even if they did she was pretty efficient at solidifying alibis. She was pretty sure that Scott and Emma were more concerned with other more pressing matters than what she did in her off time every now and then. Being good at pretending always helped too. She could play the innocent role as easily as a kindergartener could count to three. It wasn't difficult to play it off like she was a preserver and protector of innocence and all things pure. After all, she did have her alias she went by on a daily basis.
She also wasn't a complete and total social reject either, she had managed to make some friends along the way. Granted she was considered odd by a lot but it seemed she'd overcome being odd as she did have a decent number of friends. It was probably due to her ability of being able to execute flawless first impressions a lot of the time that people just tended to like. If she felt it required 'holding' some of herself back so to speak then she was more than capable of doing so. The freak in her, however, never remained caged for very long. It rattled at the cage incessantly until it was set loose to do as it pleased. Aspen had always considered it a shame to cage things up. It wasn't a pleasant life and it was also why she was no longer allowed at the zoo. She didn't believe in oppression which was a big part of why she had her alias in the first place.
Just as she thought her aching body was going to give out and start spasming from forcing herself to hold still so long under Orchid's bed, the sleeping beauty stirred in her sleep. Eventually the springs of the bed rose upwards, giving Aspen a slight bit more breathing room while lying under the bed. It was a damned good thing she wasn't claustrophobic or she definitely would have pissed herself, sharded herself, cried, whatever it was that those phobic type people did. As Orchid rose up from her bed and walked off to get herself ready, Aspen withheld an ecstatic squeal of glee that threatened to give away her position in the room. The last thing she needed to do was ******** this up after she had spent the ENTIRE night in Orchid's room waiting for the morning to come in order to properly scare her. That would be a complete and utter disappointment, a bummer, a waste of effort.
Once the sound of the water running proceeded from the other room Orchid had sleepily wandered to, Aspen chose to reposition herself. A rather maniacal grin was clad to her face as she moved to the outside of the bathroom. She had to bite back a giggle as she waited for Orchid to settle into her shower and that was when she decided to strike. Luckily for Aspen the hair manipulator left the bathroom door ajar so there was no need to open it and she proceeded to tip toe rather efficiently past the obscured glass that prevented Aspen from being able to make out Orchid's naked form. Just a blur of colours that she knew was Orchid were behind the panel of glass that separated the two. She slinked over to the sink and from there climbed over top of the shower in order to perform her epic deed ...
It was only a matter of moments from Aspen being on the sink to hauling herself over top of the shower in order to crash down behind Orchid's naked form. The crash was a purposely loud and obnoxious one made with the full intent of scaring the s**t out of the girl in the shower. Aspen immediately wrapped her arms around Orchid, maniacal grin fully beared as she yelled at the top of her lungs loudly enough that the neighbouring rooms and perhaps even the ones across the hall and maybe even their neighbours would be able to hear, "SURPRISE BUTT SEX! YOU'VE JUST BEEN NINJA'D!" Aspen knew full well that Orchid was a lesbian which was precisely why she began cackling with laughter afterward.
|| OOC: Permission granted by Lindsay to auto Orchid. ||Feel it ... breathe it ... believe it ... ... And you'll be ...  ☣ Ⱥ§ρєȠ ☣... Walking on air ... Go fly ... so high ...
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 11:23 pm
We had magic...and this is tragic.
I feel like my world has been infected..
Somehow you left me neglected..
We felt our life has been changed...
Babe, you lost me.
Code Name: Siren
Team: Alpha
Location: Academy - Music Lab - Recording Area
Ability: Sound Manipulation
Singing: NothingRecording Music █║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║  
Of course Blake would forgive her for unintentionally dragging him into a juvenile war of bleeding hearts…It was too bad that she never actually got to get the apology out before her emotions got the best of her. Isabella had always been open, and honest. She tried to hide her faults for the sake of those that looked up to her…But she didn’t always do it very well. She felt Blake’s hands to her shoulders, felt the cowboy pulling her close… But she didn’t really feel anything at all.
She felt numb, frozen where she was. Her eyes burned as hot tears fell, causing black lines to run down her face. Out of habit she moved her broken hand to brush the wetness away, and froze with a severely muted cry from the pain…Any louder, and her voice was likely to burst someone’s ear drums. As it stood, even the small sound she’d uttered would have likely been like nails on a chalk board to those nearest to her.
The songstress wanted to cry…Wanted to scream, and let the whole world know her frustration—The fear, the pain that echoed around in her chest. But she couldn’t.
Her tears would always be silent. Always.
“I-I….I don’t know what happened…”, she stuttered out breathless, distressed—Clearly trying not to fall apart. She shuddered from the sheer emptiness that quaked through her, shaking inside. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
She let Blake move her—Let him guide her. She trusted him, easily, to lead her to a safe place. She couldn’t breathe in this room anymore…
Everything that had happened in the past few months was wearing on her…From as far back as their stint in Halloween Town—Where Leonardo had literally gotten mauled to try and help her. Mauled. His leg, his hand, had been bitten clear off. That was on her shoulders…Just like everything that had happened in the mall.
The nuclear disaster, that had left a portion of the area unlivable.
She should have been smarter—Faster.
She was vaguely aware of Thomas, glancing at him through heart broken eyes. She didn’t understand at first, what he was asking her…Why he wanted to see her hand. The Siren hid her face against Blake while she raised her hand. She hated needles…She hated this weakness—This broken, trembling, graceless freak she had become.
It was sinking in, suddenly…That someone she had spent the past few years of her life with had never known her. Had never cared to truly try. Her head ached from the noise…All she wanted to do was disappear.
She flinched as the needle slid into her skin, feeling nauseated as the pain in her hand and wrist suddenly eased. An unnatural warmth slipped through her, and she fell lax against the man that kept her on her feet…Her voice hoarse, and broken.
“Please…Take me home. I can't be here...I can't.”, Isabella breathed brokenly, tone pleading “Please.”
♥-♥-♥-♥-♥-♥-♥-♥-♥
Isabella stared at her hands, eyes stinging as she listened to Scott...Though she wasn’t quite sure how much she truly heard. He was kind to her, as he always was…But every word about her duties to the Alpha’s cut her like a knife. Why should they heed her? Why should they listen to her? She’d nearly gotten the lot of them killed.
“Bella? Isabella….Are you listening?”
Her head remained down, lost in thought and heartache…Not realizing that the Headmaster was calling her name. She couldn’t hear anything but white noise…The sound of snow on a television screen. The dead air on the space between radio stations. Suddenly a shadow crossed her vision and she looked up with a small gasp, expression much like a deer caught in the headlights. “I’m listening—I promise. I just…“
Slowly she forced herself to breathe, clenching the fist that had been broken the night before in the lacey material of her skirt…She could feel her mentor staring at her…Expecting a response—Expecting her to be strong. “I’m just…Not sure if I should be… Leading, anymore.”
Scott’s brow furrowed, arms crossing over his chest whilst he leaned back on the edge of the desk. “What makes you say that?”
“You know.”, Bella responded softly, her lips barely moving—Though the sound filled the room.
Not for the first time Cyclops noticed that his former student was having…Difficulty, with her ability. She’d always been one of the most stable of his protégé’s…But now it seemed as if she were splitting at the seams. Her ability was leaking out of the cracks. He felt as if he were directly responsible for her stress…Had he forced too much on her? “Bella…We all lose once in awhile. Sometimes we pay…A very high price, for that loss. It wasn’t your fault…It wasn’t the fault of anyone under this roof. All of you did the best that you could…”
The songstress was silent throughout the rest of the meeting. It felt like an intervention. Maybe it was.
At the end it was decided that she would take the morning off—And schedule the Alpha’s for a light Danger Room session in the afternoon. Something fun. Scott seemed to think it would get her over her aversion of training and fighting…But, time would tell.
♥-♥-♥-♥-♥-♥-♥-♥-♥
“Don’t worry. My talk with Scott went okay…I’m fine—Really.”, she insisted to Thomas, reporting to him like he’d asked when Scott had called her away from breakfast. “I’ll catch you guys for lunch.”
Isabella set an alarm on her cell to remind her to send an announcement to the Alpha’s when the hour grew decent. She’d yet to think up a simulation for them…But she imagined it would be something like tag or capture the flag. Just something for them to get used to one another again. It would be beneficial to all of them to know one another’s abilities.
The usually cheerful songstress moved mechanically…As if there were literal weights on her limbs, pulling them down. Vaguely, she remembered returning to Blake after confronting Gideon… She remembered getting an injection from Thomas to fix the mangled mess that was left of her hand and wrist. She remembered hiding her face against the cowboy to avoid watching the needle sink into her skin...But she didn’t remember coming home.
She wasn’t entirely sure how she’d gotten to her own dorm…Or where her car was. Maybe she’d fallen asleep…The whole night felt like an unpleasant dream anyway. The Siren had snuck back to her one true love—The only thing, that never abandoned her. Music. It ran in her blood, in her soul…She found herself in the sublevels, in one of the private recording areas in the back of the music lab. There was a viewing window that would allow those that passed by to see her… But it had been quite some time since she’d put her hand written songs together.
Now seemed as good a time as any.
It wasn’t easy doing all the tuning herself, recording each part of the song one piece at a time—And then layering the results. But it was something to keep occupied until the training later.
So long as she didn’t think about the shambles of her love life—Or what her team must think of her…Mind over matter worked for about five to ten minutes at a time.
Pressing her comm, she found the right frequency for Blake..."Thank you...For taking care of me. I don't remember much... But thank you."
Straightening her deep green, off the shoulder top out of habit, she turned on the equipment, and put on the headphones. Pulling down the mic—She started recording.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2012 12:38 am
╰☆╮ Name: Katarina Force ╰☆╮ Alias: Kali ╰☆╮ Team: Alpha, Apparently.╰☆╮ Ability: Shape Shifter ╰☆╮ Location: Academy: Gym ╰☆╮
"Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. The fearful are caught as often as the bold." ✬════━━┈┈┈☆┈┈┈━━════✬  Kat seemed not to notice that her words might have made Vee uncomfortable from her happy leaning on Eli. Most humans might flinch at being openly told someone might…Become them, at a later date….But the spy never thought much of it.
When asked about the ‘Alpha and Omega’ deal, the shape shifter paused. To be completely honest…She hadn’t paid much attention to the rules. She went where she wanted, when she wanted. The harpy hadn’t done anything to deserve her respect, except bleed gracefully all over the mall. At least she’d served some purpose, in distracting the beast-like mutant that had immediately lost focus at the scent of fresh blood.
To be even more honest, which…Wasn’t much—She’d almost lost control of the panther body she’d been in. The mother of all cats had been hungry, and very…Very angry that day.
And X-20’s little pet human had smelled quite appetizing. No wonder he liked her.
“I’m an Alpha. Our…Uniforms, if that’s what you want to call them, have blue.”, she spoke up, nose scrunching just faintly as she tried to recall some of the things she’d taken notice of throughout the school. “I heard that being on the other team is like a death sentence. The leader is some unsightly English hag.”
“If that’s true...Ours is just a push over. We’re lucky.”
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Katarina walked down the hall, towards the gym, with her mouth full of raisin oatmeal cookies. A timely raid of the kitchens had given her the last two. One thing that was spectacular about the Academy…Was their kitchen. The dining hall kitchen workers, and delectable food made in mass amounts from some of the cooking classes…Who would have ever thought that she would have enjoyed a home cooked meal that much. H.Y.D.R.A mostly supplied them with supplements, protein shakes, and MRE’s. The shifter found that she deeply enjoyed cookies. She wore a pale lavender leotard with black leggings and a silvery sarong about her hips. Dark chestnut hair was secured at the nape of her neck with a silver pin so she could work the balance beam. The small woman hadn’t slept much, and when the sun finally came up…She felt restless. Racing about the mansion as a burnished red fox had only been entertaining so long…
So she would work out some of her issues and practice her agility. The Contessa would have been…Severely offended by her lack of practice as of late.
After washing her hands in the locker room, she added chalk to her hands and feet for added stability. Each motion was methodical. The shape shifter hadn’t bothered hiding the bruising and three tell tale puncture wounds on her throat… She figured that the school would be used to seeing Gideon’s handiwork everywhere. Walking up to the practice area she suddenly dashed forward and launched herself off of the springboard. She performed a small pirouette as she landed effortlessly, falling into an easy routine.
Between the balance beam and the bars on the far side of the room…She could be occupied most of the morning.
✬════━━┈┈┈☆┈┈┈━━════✬ (Oodles Of Chickens: )
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2012 10:40 am
╳ Codename: Aegis ╳ Team: Omega ╳ Location: Range ╳ Thinking: I can't believe I'm ******** benched. ---╳ Michael pulled the trigger. Bang! The shot rang out, and the round went flying and tore through the empty soda can. Several more shots rang out, hitting his targets, all at variable ranges. He hadn't gone to bed at all last night considering his insomnia. And the fact that Narcissa had benched him from any missions in fear that Elizabeth may become orphaned. It irked him. Yeah, he knew her concerns, but they should go both ways. There were young adults, still some were just getting out of high school, that could easily lose their lives, and cause pain to the parents who shouldn't have to bury their children. It was to be the other way around, another point that Cissa missed in how similar their wars were to each other. Granted yes, Beth growing up without her blood parents would be harder. Or with her grandmother. But Michael explained the dangers of this job and she still wanted to come. As much as his team leader stated one war was different from the other, Michael could do nothing but silently disagree. Contrary to her beliefs, war was war. Some saw more down time than others. He'd give her that portion of her mind next time the conversation came up about his status.
Buzzzzz, buzzzzzz. Michael's phone was vibrating in his pocket. He couldn't hear it, but it was a strong vibrate. He clicked the selector switch from semi to safe and laid the rifle down, exhaustion port cover side up and answered his phone. It was Elizabeth. "Hey sweet heart, did you just wake up? Haha, what do you mean there's loud music in the hallway?" Michael couldn't help but laugh. A nice scheme for those who would be hung over, or maybe getting their morning lay on. Elizabeth however, was trying to sleep peacefully. She had a room conjoined to Michael's for proximity reasons to his daughter in case she needed him or something happened in the middle of the night and they wouldn't have to head to opposite dorms. "It's okay. Are you hungry? Not yet? Well, daddy is at the range, if you want to come outside with daddy and shoot I can get your .22? Yeah? Okay sweety, go down stairs, out the back door and follow daddy's gun shots."
As Beth hung up the phone and Michael reacquired his rifle, he paused for a moment. How would others think if he simply just let his daughter wander around the mansion to find him at the gun range? He shook it off, it didn't matter to him. How he raised his child was up to him. He wanted to ensure she could get to know the house on her own, and learn through her own trial and error instead of constantly being guided around on an invisible leash. It was how he learned to do things, and he turned out fine... for the most part.
OOC: If anyone wants to bot Elizabeth by interacting with her on her way to the range outside, they can, just give me a heads upElizabeth: 
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2012 9:56 pm
 xxx xxx v e e x x x x x x x x x x x Alpha | "Sleet" | Cryokinesis | By the Fountain -> in the KitchenM c M U R P H Y
Vee didn't expect to get a very thorough answer. Kat didn't exactly seem like the type of person to listen to rules much, and Eli - at least, at the moment - looked like he was incapable of saying more than one sentence. She should have just listened to the headmaster earlier. Maybe she could just find it all out from this 'team leader' of hers -- Isabella Stone, if she recalled correctly. She'd seen her in the halls once or twice before.
"I heard that being on the other team is like a death sentence. The leader is some unsightly English hag."
That got a faint smirk from Vee. She'd seen the Omega team leader in the halls too. She had a very ... strong ... presence. "I suppose I should be thankful I'm an Alpha, then. Looks like we'll be working together." Oh, joy. Not too closely, she hoped. She didn't have anything against Kat, because honestly, she didn't know all that much about her, but the shapeshifter gave her the creeps. The way she looked at Vee earlier was just unsettling.
A little bit more small conversation, and then Vee sort of just walked away, with a few parting words to Kat and Eli, the cool night air seeming to cling to her.
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Vee was never the early bird type. There were many nights where she used to just sit in bed all night, either reading or just staring into space. Some nights she would take a walk, somehow relaxed by the eerie silence. Her nocturnal behavior obviously didn't help with waking up in the morning.
She would have slept right through the morning, had not the increasingly annoying blare of the trumpet down the hall wake her up. Vee attempted to drone out the noise by placing her pillow over her head, but it didn't quite work out out so well. Sure, it might have been funny to some other students, but at the moment, it woke Vee from a restful sleep, and she was quite annoyed.
Some twenty minutes later, Vee was all washed up and ready for the day. Her clothes were strikingly similar to the outfit she wore the day before: capris, a cami, and a navy blue jacket. It was a warm, sunny day, but Vee was always cold, due to her ability. Vee glanced at herself in the mirror. She really should try a wardrobe with more ... variety. Her clothes were all the same shade of dull, and she was pretty sure she had two more pants that were the same as the one she was wearing.
Vee stepped outside her door and looked down the hall. At the other end, a group of kids stood outside one particularly dorm, blaring their horns. Whoever organized that must be some terror. Although... "Those are some chops those guys have," Vee muttered.
The cryokinetic headed down to the kitchen. Nothing like a good breakfast to fix her currently crappy mood. As much as she respected and enjoyed music, the scratchy, whiny sound of a trumpet was never fun to wake up to. Vee eyed the selection hungrily, and decided on a simple pastry and a bottle of water. She noticed that the cookies - raisin oatmeal, to be exact - were suspiciously missing. Vee took a seat in the corner, where she could watch carefully whoever came in and out, and proceeded to slowly but enthusiastically eat.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 8:46 pm
Omega, Location: Unknown
Talk about a way to wake up in the morning The morning sun came across Roland’s bare skin as he lay in a bed. He was glad to realize that he was in a bed, unfortunately he realized that he was not in his bed. He had yet to open his eyes, but the sheets felt much differently than his own. They felt smoother, more comfortable, something he could get used to being in for a long time. Then again, he now needed to figure out where he was at the moment. The rest of the night came back to him in flashes. He remembered the walk turned into something rather intimate, soft lips pressed on his, a warm body brought close to him. The night seemed to become something unique that he was now waking up to gently. He slept like a good man for the first time in a long time. He was then abruptly awakened by a sharp blow to the head. His eyes snapped open as he saw Kerrigan on top of him ready to open a can of whoop a**. Her face then immediately turned from defensive fury to pure embarrassment. She pulled the sheet over her head as the sound of trumpets from outside. He felt the wound on his face, which frankly was not that bad. It was a bit of swelling, nothing to be too fearful of. “I’m fine. Just a hell of a way to wake a man up in the morning.” he answered to her question regarding his state of being, “I’m alright Kerrigan, this is nothing compared to what the rest of the tapestry I have.” he made a motion to the rest of his scarred body. He liked to call it “the tapestry” because in a way it showed his history, where he came from, what he endured over the years. He had a lot of scars on his body, each one told a story about them. His forearms had tattoos of the two swords of the knight Roland and the king Charlemegne: Durendal and Joyeuse respectively. He got those when he was 15, his body had only a couple of inches left before he hit this height and he needed something worth fighting for. The translations of the words mean “endure” and “joy”, something that gave him a notion that he wanted to endure until he found joy in his life. He brought these tattooed arms around her and brought her to him. “It’s not the first time I’ve been hit in my sleep. In fact it could have been a whole lot worse, I was hit with a crow bar when I was 12, what you just did was nothing.” he added, as he gently kissed her shoulder then her neck, “I can also say that you were the best looking person to hit me so take that as a compliment.” he said to her, she can think of this as a ruinous moment for an intimate occasion, but he simply saw it as a hiccup. He was enjoying himself so much from that night and into the morning. Though he now was just trying to calm her down, and hold her. It was something he missed quite a bit, to hold a woman close to him in a bed. It was a comforting and intimate moment that he enjoyed greatly, hopefully he didn’t have to let it go anytime soon.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 7:38 pm
Kerrigan Schwartz
Codename: Knoxx
Team: Omega
Location: Kerri and Cissa's Room
Current Thoughts: Totally lucked out... The sheets obscured him from view, which she was grateful for at the moment since it meant that he couldn’t see the completely mortified expression of her own. She’d just elbowed the first guy to wake up in her bed, well, ever, in the face. And here he was, assuring her that he was alright, joking about the wake up call. “ It just seems like every guy that I’m interested in gets assaulted at some point. And this time, it wasn’t even your fault I am such a flipping spazz.” Already, she wished she had just stopped talking. What if all of this had just been something casual that she was assigning too much meaning too. He didn’t seem like that kind of guy, but Jack hadn’t seemed like the type to just up and disappear without a word after their time in Catalina. This really was becoming more of a cycle than she’d realized. Drawing the covers down from over her eyes, they swept over his form as he motioned down to the scars and tattoos covering himself. It was the body of a warrior, there was no denying it. The only reason Kerri’s skin was relatively clear was likely from the caliber of healing staff they had on base. Her main injuries had come from her time at the Academy, but even then she counted herself lucky that any problems had been relatively minor. “ You look like you have some stories to tell,” she said softly, the sheet slipping past her lips so as to not obscure her words. Being a true gentleman, Roland again assured her that her damage had been minimal, stating that he’d been woken up with the crack of a crowbar when he was little. His lips pressed against her shoulder and neck, a smile creeping onto her lips as she pushed her hair out of her face and over her other shoulder. Breathing out a laugh as he gave her a compliment for being the prettiest person to hit him, she leaned back against him as his arms wrapped around her. “ I’m sure I won’t be the last, either,” she joked back with him, resting her head back and shifting so her body lay against his. It felt nice, letting go of the feeling of any obligations tugging at her attention, and simply basking in the moment. Not that she’d have the motivation to move, even if it were required. No, Kerrigan was far too comfortable just the way she was. “ How’d you sleep? Sorry if I, umm, hogged the sheets or anything.” Her words were soft, likely indicative of how comfortable she was now that the drama was over. Green eyes tilted up towards him in her attempt to make some sort of small talk – it was amazing just how awkward silence could be with someone in bed for the first time. Absentmindedly, her fingertips trailed up and down the arm holding her secure, listening to the music swell elsewhere on the grounds. It had her roomie’s touch all over it, though the redhead likely only knew because of how close she and Cissa were. If she were asked anything, she already knew how to deny it – the blonde was good at making sure that she knew so little that even a telepath wouldn’t have anything to go off of, should Kerri be dragged into the middle of it.
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