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 Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 8:10 pm
¨°o.O O.o°¨
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ζσҀąȶɨσɳ: Prom to bedroom
ȶȩąɱ: Alpha
First time a man has ever slept on my floor and not my bed...
¨°o.O O.o°¨
“Most of the time?” Cammi questioned, as Thomas mentioned that she entertained people. “I would say all of the time. I’m quite amazing like that.” The blonde gave a quick nod as if she was confirming someone else’s statement and not her own. While the small group chatted Cammi’s question about Prom was answered by both Aurelie and Thomas, but their answers surprised Cammi a bit; Thomas said he was sure it was spur of the moment but he wasn’t sure because he had been in the infirmary, and Aurelie said she had been lazy, which sounded very unlike the blonde.
A concerned face swept across Cammi’s features before I was erased by the telekinetic’s statement about couples. “Heehee, dark corners huh?” she then proceeded to pump her hips back and forth while going ‘bow chick a wow wow’. “I hope none of those couples are near my room though, I don’t want to have to hear THAT all night.” Despite the fact that Cammi was concerned about her friends, she didn’t push the issues. Especially because Thomas walked away to chat with someone else and Aurelie decided to dash away as well. Though the former said she would meet the chameleon for breakfast. “Guess I’ll head home too. I have games to play…”
Time Skip
“Mmmm, delete the blue bear to unite the green faires….magical blast…”
The sun crept in through the window, highlighting her tattoo of Hell Girl’s covenant seal, as a sudden blast of Lady Gaga’s ‘Just Dance’ rang from a near by phone.
“Mr. Freeze!” Cammi shouted as she jolted up right, sending a controller that had been on her chest flying through the air. The blonde watched as it bounced across and over the bed while she quickly swept back her tangled mane of hair, forcing it into a lopsided bun. “Wait…” she breathed after her hair had been mildly tamed. The controller that had just been sent rocketing off the bed should have landed with a crash on the floor, followed by the plunking sounds of batteries falling out of the back and rolling around on the ground. But none of that happened, and the room remained quiet. Crawling to the edge of the bed Cammi peered over it, to find a body on her floor, covered in a variety of colored blankets.
“Aren?!” she blurted out while noticing that her controller had landed on his stomach. Another black controller lay near the boy’s head. Swinging her legs over the bed, Cammi tried to remember what happened the night before. She hadn’t been drunk, just extremely tired. She remembered Aren coming home from Prom, wasted, and complaining of being bored. After playing Batman: Arkham Asylum for hours, Cammi had decided to take Aren up on his boredom and had begun playing Clash of Heroes with him. But when had he shown up? When had they fallen asleep? And why was he on her floor and not his own?
Shutting off her alarm Cammi poked Aren’s side with her foot, her ears picking up the faint sound of a band playing in a hallway. “Hey, sleeping beauty, wakey wakey.”
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 10:23 pm
Ｃｈａｍｅｌｅｏｎ
Ｄａｙｌｉａ Ａｓｔｒａｌｌｏxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Ｔｅａｍ Ｏｍｅｇａxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: Her Dorm xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx  Daylia had enjoyed the rest of her evening, switching back and forth from the spiked punch to water. The joking continued as her and Dimitri hung out, both dancing and chatting. By the time they had left, it was decided that they would watch a movie to wind down the night. Daylia tried to be clear that he could join her in her room, but there was not going to be any funny business involved, even with the slightly inebriated state she was in.
Of course once they had gotten back to her room, it wasn’t long before she was out.
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The light was begning to flow through the windows as Daylia slept curled up on her side. She hadn’t gotten sick thankfully, but the end of the evening had been a slight haze. Her eyes opened for a moment as music began to play, a marching band to be more precise. It was annoying, but not anything the Omega couldn’t drown out for a few more minutes of sleep. She closed her eyes and rolled over, only to find something warm and firm next to her.
Daylia’s eyes shot open, taking a few moments to focus on the fleshy body next to her. "Oh ******** style="color: #7D2252"> Her mind whirled for a moment as she realized that it was Dimitri next to her. Had she invited him to stay? She couldn’t remember, the answer was blocked by the haze. Mentally she checked herself, underwear were on along with a baggy t s**t, even her bra was still accounted for. She propped herself up with her elbow. "I mean…" She said taking back the harshly rushed out words of before. "Good morning?"
Daylia couldn’t help the silence that followed. How did one actually ask the question running through her mind. Even if her clothes were accounted for, it didn’t mean anything. "We didn’t… Uh… Did we?" She asked sheepishly. How embarrassing was this? Waking up next to a man who you didn’t even remember inviting to stay the night. Would he let her live it down? Better yet, would anyone else let her live it down if they saw him leaving her room.
Oh s**t. Daylia cursed mentally. This was another problem, a lesser problem than not knowing if you slept with someone or just slept with someone. How was she going to get him out of her room with no one else seeing him? She flopped back onto her back before covering her face with a pillow. "I’m sorry." She mumbled into the pillow, along with a few other words that were unintelligible. She didn’t even bother to wonder how he would be feeling at the moment, after all his code name was Playboy. Something like this was expected from him.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 7:58 pm
Omega, Location: Kerrigan's Room
A pleasant morning Waking up next to Kerrigan was a surprise to say the least. A very good surprise for Roland as he lay next to her with the morning sun slowly coming up. His arms were gently wrapped around her, she had been freaking out, saying that guys before him had been assaulted. "Considering I've been assaulted for far different reasons, this really isn't that bad." he said to her, his scarred hands gently caressing her. He took in a breath, and smelled her hair. In the morning it smelt like cinnamon, a smell that both pleased him and woke him up a bit more. It was refreshing to the warrior as he continued to lay there and take in the moment with her. He enjoyed the smoothness of her skin as he lay there. She remarked that he had some stories to tell with his scars, he chuckled a bit with this remark, "My tattoos also have a few stories too. I got a few, but they tell better tales than the scars on my body.""And let's hope so. I'd get bored as hell if that was the case." he added when she stated that she won't be the last, answering her question about how he slept, "I slept better than I have in a long, long time. Sheets weren't a problem." he then gently kissed her neck once more and lay there. He wasn't sure what to do at the moment, but right now he felt comfortable right here in this bed. OOC: Post is short, apologies
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 9:28 pm
OMEGA:......... To depressing a mind to give thoughts.......  Gideon was pretty much in a daze upon leaving the prom. His mind just seemed to focus on now getting fully why HYDRA had been so adamant on making him emotionless. Sure it makes the jobs they wanted him to take care of easier. But the wounds he has aren't the kind that his powers fix. The songstress' slap didn't do him any physical damage while the spot stun for a very brief moment, the feeling of Bella's hand breaking as it impacted didn't fade. He heard her words and part of him understood them. But guess she just never saw or got in the time since the mall, that he needed to see, be near her for pretty much what she stated she had been trying to figure out. It could of just been her troubles blinded her or she truly felt things like what happened in the mall didn't bother him. Guess the other times in their relationship before and since being a couple how much it affected him when things happened to her. He had very nearly lost the one person who in this world didn't look at him as a pseudo clone of Logan, as a former assassin. No Bella from the beginning looked at him as a person even if in the beginning she had to look harder to find it. She managed it and accomplished something before Gideon himself thought impossible. She found her way into his heart and encompassed it completely. And being near her was the only way he would of been able to fully get himself to see that she was still there. Plus she had always turned to him for everything before and then it felt like she couldn't be farther from him. While the feeling of her not wanting anything to do with him or having him around anymore was ever present. It wasn't till his appearance at prom did the feelings that he meant nothing to her really come to the fore front. Seeing her with the one guy before they were together that he was worried she would end up with relationship wise. Wearing his jacket and literally backing to Blake like a shield to protect herself from him. And the comment that since he wasn't an Alpha Gideon had no business with her. While in a part of his mind he might of gotten that she meant team business. But in his scattered emotional state even if masked and hidden from all around all he got was that he was no longer welcome near her for any reason. At that point he believed that if someone placed their hand on his chest to feel his heart beating they would of found nothing. Upon returning to the institute he went to his room. He pulled out some boxes that were in the back of his closet. He first placed in one all of Bella's belongings she had left in his room. From her art to changes of clothes. He packed it with care not wanting to damage any of it. Even as hurt as he felt he wouldn't destroy her things. Then he packed up all the clothes she and her mother had given him over the years with just as much care. Leaving the iPod she had given him along with other things she had given him here and there. He left the boxes on his desk he had told her they would be hear for her to pick up. He looked around the room it now looked like no one lived in it minus the bed being made and all. Sighing he changed out of his suit and hung it up on the closet door. He didn't want to put dirty clothes in with the clean ones he just packed up. Putting on just a pair of black work out pants After changing he even packed up his duffel bag which he left on his bed containing what was left from when he first arrived. The moment Scott got word about Gideon and Bella old one eye would come kick in his door. Then with a smile on his face and a new spring in his step tell the former assassin his presence was no longer allowed at the Academy. It was no secret that Bella was the only reason he has been allowed to stay as long as he has. The former assassin knew sleep wasn't happening anytime soon. Especially not in his room what with everything packed up. The place was just left feeling wrong to him. Sure there were still his good memories in the room. But with everything that belonged to or was connected to her in boxes on his desk, the rooms feeling of home was fading. It was fading just as quickly as the formerly normally ever prominent scent of the Alpha leader. Since he didn't know when Isabella and or any helpers she may enlist to retrieve her stuff would come by. Gideon ran a hand through his hair. He told her he wouldn't be in the room. Opening the window Gideon slipped out it and dropped to the ground with practiced ease. So little sound was made as he landed that one would need enhanced hearing to possibly pick it up. The other side of Gideon was raging to come to the surface. With all that had happened he knew the only safe place to do that would be deep in the woods. So that's where he went. Now that morning had arrived Gideon was walking out of the lake after his quick dip to wash the sweat and dirt from himself. Leaving him as clean as washing with only water would allow. He laid on the ground to dry in the morning sun. Plus he didn't really expect to have anyone bother him this far out on the grounds away from the school. Even now the adamantium skeleton-ed clone could still feel the bones in Bella's hand breaking as she struck him. It wasn't something he imagined would be fading anytime soon.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 10:52 pm
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Alpha: Prom
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Thomas "Transmigration" Morgan
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Thomas smiled pleasantly as his friend and Lillian agreed to take it easy on him. Aurelie even made the comment about there being no part of his body she would be willingly negligent about which caused him to shake his head in amusement. Something about the blond made it easy for her to elicit a smile. He attributed it to their long friendship. "I suppose that makes me feel better. Not that I am still entirely relieved. Now I have to worry what parts you are planning on touching. I fear for my virtue." Voicing the joke he hoped it came out more jokingly than flirty as obviously his intention was towards the joking side. Aurelie knew him well enough to know the difference, but Lillian wasn't likely to be as lucky.
As Aurelie and him mused about her getting on the dance floor she made the comment of him being a good friend for not encouraging her. "I see we are using the term good rather loosely in this instance. I might be a friend, but good is not what I call it if I were to stop encouraging you. I would be a terrible friend and eventually you would stop liking me. And we just can't have that can we? I might just get all depressed if that happens. Then who would give all these transfusions?" A small smile was present on his face as he joked back with the blond. She went on to mention her return to the piano and did offer to teach him though made mention of being out of practice. "I am sure you will do fabulously. I am not too worried about learning after all."
The others around them seemed to be going off to do their own thing on the dance floor save Leo. Continuing to converse with the other two it wasn't long before Cammi joined them and Leo seemed to bow out of the conversation for the moment. As his old friend questioned his choice of words Thomas shook his head in amusement. "My what a way to show your very humble nature." The healer mused more to himself than the others, but he made no attempts to hide his thoughts voicing them for his companions to hear. Letting the two blonds converse he chuckled as Aurelie agreed that he was a closet perv. "I appreciate that." A short time later he bid his companions a short farewell to check on Bella and did just that.
Blake's greeting was a welcome one and Thomas smiled back. "We shall have to catch up tomorrow. I am sure there are loads of on the road war stories you can share with me. If not then I am sure you can tell me of other things of equal entertainment." As Blake agreed they needed to take it outside, Thomas nodded and turning to Bella began moving outside with the other two. Hearing Blake talking to who he assumed to be Scott Thomas sent his own message to assuage the man's fears or worries. "No worries Headmaster, Thomas here and I will be sure to stay until prom is officially over."
Moving outside with a nod to Blake he set to work examining Bella's hand and injecting some of his blood into it. It wouldn't be a miracle super cure immediately, but it would help alleviate some of the physical pain. If only he could do something for the emotional pain. Bella seemed pretty out of it and Thomas turned to Blake with a sigh. "That is about all I can do for her for the moment. Her hand is definitely broken and she will need to take it easy with it. It is good see you Blake. I will check on her tomorrow. Until then I suppose I should let you go. If you need me to help get Bella in the car let me know." After Bella and Blake were on their way back to campus Thomas headed back inside where he found himself completely companion free. With a sigh he silently decided to apologize for abandoning the blonds before going back to his silent patrolling.
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Unlike most of his schoolmates, Thomas woke up both hangover free and very much alone. Not having a date to worry about, he didn't know what time he had returned in the night. All he knew was that he went to sleep immediately upon return and still woke up relatively early. Going about his day he eventually found himself sitting in the lounge with Blake chatting and catching up on everything. "No seriously I walked in and found her doubled over and puking from sampling something Beast was experimenting with. She was sick for a good week afterwards and still to this day now carries a permanent green tint to her skin. If I didn't know better I would swear she had a frog mutation and not a more dense layer of skin. It took forever to find a needle strong enough to puncture her skin." Who the two men were conversing about seemed unimportant as Thomas laughed. That had been both a frightening and amusing day.
Hearing his comm go off mid laugh Thomas held a finger up to pause the conversation between him and the texan. "Bella, I still want to check on your hand at some point today. Not to mention I am here if you need someone to talk to. However, I will not force the point and if you are going to see us for lunch, then I will hold you to your word. Remember to take it easy, doctor's orders." Ending the message he turned to the Cowboy with a slight sigh. "Bella said her talk with Scott went okay and she was fine. I doubt she is fine, but she mentioned seeing us at lunch. At least I assume she meant me and you. So I suppose there is that." A shrug followed and Thomas attempted to not let the topic change affect their conversation too much. "Anyway where were we? I think you were just about to tell me an amusing story of your own?" Hopefully Blake was not too affected by the temporary conversation change. After the Texan and him were done swapping stories for the moment he was going to send both Aurelie and Cammi a message apologizing. He felt bad for abandoning them.
(OOC: I tried to keep this from getting too long and everything. Hopefully I succeeded. Blake placed with permission. If anything was missed let me know and I can edit as needed.)
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I will now rise from the ashes.
Don't call me pretentious.
I'm sitting here making my own rules.
And if I fall from the ceiling.
You'll be down there waiting.
And my only hope. Is falling down.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 6:50 pm
"There is a war coming, are you sure you're on the right side?" Omega's Name: Farren Brown but everyone calls me Crazy
Location: Sleeping under the stars does wonders for one's demeanor. Until you wake up, that is. Remarks: "Why fit in when you were born to stand out?" ~Dr. Seuss ╘═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╛  With her roommate's assistance, Farren had made it outside and the moment the cool crisp air hit her face and she inhaled the high count pollen in the air, the floramancer's head began to clear. She was still considerably groggy, but Farren was capable of getting herself to the lake. Although the pool was closer, and a viable water source when push came to shove, she didn't want any unnecessary chlorine floating through her system and turning her hair an unruly yellow color when flushing her body of one toxin was her task at hand.
Farren wasn't sure when Orchid left her and presumably went to spend what little time remained of Prom at said formal, but she discovered by the time the floramancer had found a soft patch under one of the giant willow trees beside the lake's edge and settled up against it, she was alone. She appreciated her roommate's aid getting her this far, and standing up for her against Forge's misplaced accusations of craziness, but Farren needed to submerse herself into nature, needed to gather herself, and Orchid could be very distracting, both purposefully and accidentally.
Farren haphazardly removed each of her boots, forsaking them against the tree trunk, before inching her way to the water and submersing one foot into the cool calmness. The toes on her other foot flexed and she wiggled them into the earth, a sigh escaping her lips as nature touched her with a warm welcome and she touched nature back. She fell back against the grass gently, fingers penetrating the dirt as her sights watched the clouds lazily drift through the starlit sky. This quiet, this calm where you simply existed and observed everything else simply exist, this, Farren sure of, was paradise. The floramancer surrendered herself to the calm as she could feel the last remnants of the Limbo tripped explosion leave her body. She forced her mind to slow its reeling, and focus instead on the plants scatter around the grounds and yet connected to her through the warm earth. The night blooms brought a small smile to her features and seemed to be the last bit of conscious memory she would recall before she drifted into a peaceful slumber to match the equally peaceful scene around her.
(Next Day)
Farren shifted as the sun covered her form, sleep dripping away to be replaced by the early onset of a migraine. She moved to push her covers away and sit up, only to realize she was wrapped by a blanket of clovers. An amused look crossed her face before the realization fully dawned on her as to why she was waking up outside. She groaned and dropped back down on the cool grass, wishing last night had just been a wretched nightmare and that all her professors weren't under the belief she was loony.
Her fingers absentmindedly drew symbols in the ground as she tried to gauge her options. The migraine forming quickly between her eyes was being bothersome past the point of tolerable, however, and almost immediately a plant sprouted up beside of her. A laugh escaped Farren's lips when she realized it was St John's Wart, commonly used to treat headaches and anxiety. She grazed her fingers over the leaves, pulling the nutrients and healing features from its core and nearly immediately a sense of calm engulfed her similar to the calm she had experienced the night before simply watching the stars.
While she was connected to the small flowered plant, Farren felt the ground a ways from her move under the weight of someone. Someone heavier than the average person. She shifted her dress back into place, but not bothering to brush away the greenery that had settled onto her lanky frame. The last thing she needed to do was mistakenly give one of the others a more personal glimpse of Mother Nature than warranted. She saved those for her roommate only. Orchid could handle it. Others, the floramancer couldn't be too sure about, and wasn't looking to test it out.
"At least I've chosen a side." Academy X: Our professors are just a bunch of mules.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 8:07 pm
Gabriel Byrne
Location: Bedroom/Range
Thoughts: Wake up, take out a few shots The night seemed to be going well, things seemed to be enjoyable for the night. He stuck around for a while and made his way back down to the quarters he had set up in the lower levels. He had his boxes and containers with his equipment in it down in a small part of the lower levels, and he began to unpack. He proceeded to set things up and hook up his computers, and get things starting to roll in his makeshift gunshop. He loved making weapons, but his passion growing talent happened to be in the production of drone technology. He had some impressive designs, though he currently had one working prototype to show for it. It was successful in its capabilities, but he was still working on some kinks. One of which happened to be the integration of weapons beyond the standard weapon configuration he had on hand. Unfortunately the weapons he attempted to install just couldn’t be streamlined to fit properly on the drone. He passed out late in the evening, a slew of various weapons he had on display for any unfortunate person that desired to walk in. He slept for a bit in the workshop after he had things done when he set the shop up. He hadn’t used his power, so he functioned on five hours of sleep. Waking up, he decided to make his way to the range, test out the drone he had brought along with a rifle he brought along with him. He figured the weapon system should get some proper field testing, which he likely would get as part of the X-Men. Getting up to the top level wasn’t too difficult, he had a rolling container and a case to carry his things. Early in the morning he heard the sound of gunfire, a familiar and comforting sound for him. Back home the sound of gunfire in the morning was just like an alarm clock for him. The smell of oil, gun powder, steel all brought back memories to a nostalgic Gabriel. What he did not expect was the sight of a child making her way down to the range as well. “Hey there, where are you headed?” he asked politely. “Down to the range.” she answered simply, “My daddy’s already down there.”“What a coincidence, so am I.” he responded, “Mind if I tag along?” she shrugged and continued walking. He took that as a yes, and followed. They finally made it to the range, he saw who he guessed was the girl’s father firing an SR-25 down range. Good weapon, not a personal favorite of his, but a good one all the same. Placing the case and moving the cart to a proper position, he made a nod towards the father. He guessed by his acquisition of the weapon he was likely military. Or in this case, ex-military. The little girl ran up to her father and waited like a good girl. Quite a polite child Gabriel thought to himself. Comes with the territory of a military family, something he recognized in all the military clients the shop had. Gabriel spoke up towards the father-daughter couple, “Don’t mind me, gotta get this thing set up. Plus test out the new toy.” He took out the rifle and placed it on the table, a weapon of his design. The grenade launcher was a touch that he had decided to implement in order to attach non-lethal grenades, plus he liked the look of it. Kneeling down to the larger container, he pulled out the terminal for the drone, followed by placing the drone on the ground. He began to run a diagnostic on the drone, prepping it for takeoff.  “The name’s Gabriel.” he offered up, never hurts to make small talk at the range right?
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 8:58 pm
Name: Raine "Glitter" Burke
Team: Alphas
Power: Creation and Manipulation of Electricity
Location: Dorm Room || Kitchen  Since Sophie had moved out, followed by a short lived roommate in the form of Hoshi, Raine had found that she missed having a roommate around to talk to when things got rough. And then there were mornings like this one, where she simply felt like death, that she was glad for the silence and the lack of need to explain herself to anyone or anything. Aren had dropped her off at her room like the gentleman she imagined him being, though the exact details were lost in a haze of alcohol-induced amnesia. The rest of the night had been a sleepless tossing and turning of her stomach, which in turn made sleep elusive. She ended up just getting up and showering early, hoping that it might calm her enough to catch a few z's. Of course, as her mind became more clear, and her need for advil continued to rise, she started remembering parts of the previous evening that really made her feel the nee to vomit. Her conversation with Cissa. Felix. How drunk she'd acted in front of Aren. Raine had become a prom statistic - her night was now filled with regrets that she wouldn't be able to take back. Getting dressed as the sun started to peek through the curtains, the firefly did what any other teenage girl in her shoes would do - she started to cry. Curling up on her bed, her arms and legs wrapped around her pillow, clutching it to her chest as if it somehow made the events of the previous night less painful. What hurt worse was the fact that her "Friend" had stabbed her in the back, and continued to twist the knife while he allowed her to make a complete fool of herself. What exactly was so horrific about what he did? She hadn't wanted to go to Prom with him. She was perfectly happy with her date - Aren had proved to be the perfect gentleman, and he'd been a great help getting her through the onslaught of the Omega leader. Of course, she might not have been in that situation at all if she had agreed to go with someone else. Sniffling, she reached for a tissue on her nightstand, blowing her nose before resting her head back against the wall. At least no one was around to see her like this - it was not the image that she liked to portray of herself. The sound of trumpets and drums came from elsewhere in the Academy, causing the brunette to release a groan as she brought her hands up to press against her temples. She felt the veins of her forehead pulsing in time to the music, the back of her head knocking against the wall again in a silly attempt to make the pain go away. Of course, that only made it more acute - she really was a mess. Grabbing the box of tissues as she made her way over to her mirror, she dabbed at her eyes and running nose to at least make herself somewhat presentable. It was still blatantly obvious that she'd been crying - at this point she just wanted some water and crackers from the kitchen so she could get back to her previous activities. Careful to take the route less travelled, she was glad that she didn't seem to run into anyone, hoping that most of the Academy students were still sleeping off the previous night. The last thing she needed was someone trying to figure out what was wrong with her. Her steps lead her towards the kitchen, Raine attempting to duck inside quickly, but instead was caught off guard by the presence of someone else there. Pulling her pale cardigan closer to her form, she attempted a smile, sniffling once more as she looked at the girl she hadn't met quite yet. " Oh, sorry, I didn't think anyone else would be up and rummaging for food this early," she breathed out with a small laugh, lingering awkwardly in the door as her eyes moved over Vee before suddenly seeming to realize that she had yet to introduce herself. " I'm Raine," she suddenly blurted out, one arm keeping her cardigan pinned to her waist while the other extended towards her. " Sorry, I know I've seen you around, but I don't think I know your name."
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 10:38 pm
Alpha: Prom to dorm then to lounge. Lillian's smile brightened as Peyton agreed to accompany her over to the refreshment table. Even if the girl might not be actually thirsty it was nice to have some company. Filling a glass she turned to see if Peyton wanted one herself. " You want one? Though be warned it is spiked. And quite terribly done so might I add." Lillian said downing the small cup like a large shot to avoid as much of the horrid taste as possible. So far Peyton seemed like a good person. She seemed to be enjoying herself now and earlier when she got roped into the ladies only group dance Lillian had thrown together. "Well good it would be bad if you were already hating it. Cause then the blame would fall squarely to me." Lillian said in an amused tone. It was nice to still have company and a bit more amusing given they were still strangers in the long run. "So what's team are you on? And what is your power?" The power mimic asked curious. Figuring what better time then now to find a little more about her current company. Her time with Peyton was cut short when Cissa's voice was heard coming from her comm device. Smirking and shaking her head Lillian fished the mini comm device from her clevage. Lillian winked at Peyton. "Didn't feel like carrying a purse." She said before raising the comm to her lips. "Certainly Sunshine. I will be right over."Looking to Peyton. "Sorry to cut the rest of the evening short. I will see you around the academy. The easiest place to find me are Forge's lab or the med bay. Enjoy the rest of the evening." Lillian said with a smile. She would of invited the girl along but she had no clue what Cissa wanted her for. So she figured it best to leave the girl to her own devices. It was good she was only buzzing from her punch consumption over the night. When she reached Cissa and the group she was with Lillian smiled and waved to all of them. Other then Cissa, Aren was the one in the group she knew best. Then copycat was imediatly hit with the familiar sensation of her powers kicking in as Cissa laid her hand on the girls shoulder. There was the familiar feeling of Cissa's energy flowing through her. Her skin was tingling with the sensation. Any alcohol in her system up to this moment was burned off almost instantaneously as Cissa's powers took hold. "Really? That's all you want? Well hope the boy had no thoughts of getting lucky. But you owe me my dear sunshine." Lillian said flatly. Hopefully for Felix's sake he could keep his hands to himself. She could tell from the new memories she gained from the Omega leader that Ruthie aka Raine was to continue to feel miserable. Sadly for Cissa Lillian had been having to good of a time before hand. Though she wouldn't be all buddy buddy with the girl certainly. Thanks to two previous absorptions earlier in the evening it was harder to push Cissa's Cissaness down completely. thanks to the two previous absorption Cissa's personality was more forefront then normally. At least thanks to her earlier mood she wasn't a total b***h to Raine. Though she certainly wasn't what one would call nice either. But Felix seemed to enjoy the rest of the evening witht he Cissa stand in well he seemed to anyway. Though Lillian wasn't sure she would care much if he didn't. Then again as Cissa keeping her happy was one way to make sure you yourself stayed happy. -------------------- Lillian didn't really get much sleep the night before. So she was going to hang out in Forge's lab during a chunk of the night after returning home and changing out of her dress and into some comfortable clothes. Which consisted of soft white pajama bottoms with various different heart designs on them and a long sleeve white t-shirt. Of course she also sported a pair of her white gloves once more as Rogue's ruling on no gloves only had effect while at the prom. Though once changed Lillian didn't feel like going to the lab. So instead she curled up in her bed to sleep even if she wouldn't really need it at the moment. But she was used to the Omega leader's powers and didn't find it hard to get herself to sleep. When she awoke the next morning she found herself lacking in the warmth that accompanied housing Cissa's abilities. Part of her was saddened by the loss of it. The other part was her head not being all that happy. Even though the alcohol was burned from her system after Cissa's touch, the after effects of absorbing three people in such a short time span was there. It wasn't anything terrible she was certain some other residents of the academy would be much much worse off then herself. After showing and changing for the day. sporting a pair of fitted jeans and a while long sleeve shirt that had blue and red stripes vertically down the arms. She left her hair down as it slight natural waves to it. With shoes on her feet, gloves on her hands, and flasses on her face she left her room. With a book in her hand she was just going to relax in the lounge and read for a while. Of course she didn't forget to pop a couple aspirin before leaving. Upon entering the lounge she saw that it was mostly empty aside from Thomas and the man she had seen at prom but didn't recognize at the time Blake. Lillian couldn't believe she didn't recognize him at the time. The pair of boys seemed to be talking about things and the power mimic didn't want to disturb them. Instead she just smiled at the pair before taking root in on of the plush arm chairs by a window. Tucking her legs under her Lillian opened her well worn book (Sabriel by Garth Nix) and began reading. Some people around the academy probably thought she only read book on sciences of all sorts. Thinking of others of the academy she would eventually have to go apologize to Raine. Cissa's personality influenced Lillian probably didn't leave that great an impression on her fellow Alpha. Maybe Aren later explained to Raine that the power mimic doesn't just get powers with her ability. That would certainly make things easier. (((OOC: Small edit to fix a minor mistake in the post that was pointed out to me.))))
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 12:25 am
_______________Peyton Wolf
.: Spira | Omega | Super Breath | Prom → Outside :.
______________________________'Sweet serenity...'
  Peyton had already started to shake her head, signifying that she didn't want a drink, before being informed that it had been spiked. It only made her more certain of her choice while she had considered the other only seconds before. Drinking just wasn't her thing. She really felt like if she wanted her body to be good to her, she had to be good to it first. And the thought of poisoning it with alcohol made her skin crawl. "I'm good." she assured her new companion. Her body was the one thing she felt like she could always count on, and the most important tool in reaching her dreams. Maybe if she had been treating it better the last couple of days she would have a little punch. Just a few sips, just for the social aspect. But she hadn't been, she'd really be neglecting it and though she knew a few sips wouldn't make a difference, just the thought of it made her feel like her dream was slipping right through her fingertips.
"No!" she was quick to keep Lillian from hypothetically blaming herself, perhaps a little more dramatically than she'd meant it. "I'm sure we could find someone else to blame." she laughed softly. Lillian was definitely the person who had made her night so enjoyable. To be fair, nobody else had had much of a chance to brighten her night, but she was having a lot more fun than she'd expected upon arrival. The person she would blame for that was standing right in front of her.
The conversation turned to what team she was on, and her ability. "I'm on the Omegas." she stated proudly. Team pride was something she had plenty of. "And, I have the same power as the Big Bad Wolf." She answered, trying to put it simply. She had super breath, but that could mean a variety of different things. All of that huffing and puffing, blowing houses down, it came to mind when she thought about her power. In her sister's younger years she'd always played the Three Little Pigs with her and likely it was how she had learned all of the control she had now, trying not to fling her small sister into oblivion with her breath. "Except," she added after "I think I could blow down a brick house." she smirked at Lillian confidently, then decided to volley the question back to her.
"What about you?" Before she got an answer though, Lillian was tugging something out of her top. Someone was calling Lillian away. "Okay," Peyton responded as she was told where she could find her new friend. "I'll see you around." And she was looking forward to it, and still curious about her unanswered questions. She wouldn't hold it against her though, she hadn't come to the prom expecting some stranger to run into one of her friends and then spend the night with her. She already had friends here, and Peyton could find someone else to talk to easily enough.
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As usual, Peyton was up bright and early at the crack of dawn. She had never been one to sleep in very late, especially with school and, even more so, her training. Her body was so used to it that even without an alarm she woke up long before the sun could completely ascend into the sky. Today of course, she was adjusting to the three hour time difference between New York and Nevada, she'd set the alarm on her phone and stuffed it under her pillow to wake her up this morning. And besides all of that, it always seemed like there wasn't enough time in the day. It always felt like a race to do everything she wanted to before her head hit the pillow and sometimes it left her a little sleep deprived. Today was one of those days. So far she'd had a bit of a slow start. Not because she'd stayed up too late, though she probably could have crawled into bed a little earlier, but because she'd had trouble actually falling asleep. Despite how physically tired she was and how long she lied in bed, her mind just couldn't seem to shut down for the night. She attributed it to her new surroundings and the resulting excitement. New was fun and she was always up for some fun.
Still, she'd managed to be up and at 'em no later than usual. While tugging a shirt on over her head a substantial yawn escaped her. She managed to get her shirt on and even adjust it before the yawn ended with a gust of wind escaping her lungs. One strong enough to knock over the things she had started unpacking that, prior to the wind knocking them onto the floor, had made a temporary home of the desk across the room from her. Eyelids still a bit heavy, she stared at the mess for a few seconds, mentally debating on whether or not to pick it up. In the end, she gave a small shrug and finished getting dressed, pulling up her running pants. She was looking forward to doing some training this morning, it would get her blood flowing and wake her up. And training was something she needed to do today anyway since she had been neglecting it for the past two days. It was much too long by her standards. She would need a few things, and she emptied the last of her belongings from her duffle, packing her necessities in it and setting it next to the door for easy access when she returned from her warm-up, a short run.
The last couple of days she'd shirked her training in order to resituate her life in New York, at the Academy. She had planned on calling home last night, to at least let her family know she'd made it, but had been easily distracted from those intentions by the prom. They were normally still asleep at this hour though, especially on Sundays, so she would have to remember to call them later if they didn't call her first. Headphones in, she'd jogged around for five minutes, also using the time to familiarize herself with her new habitat. Once she was finished, she definitely felt more awake and alert and returned to her room briefly to grab her bag only to take off again.
Now she needed some food in her stomach, hunger starting to surface as her body woke up. She had her usual breakfast of oatmeal and coffee. Oatmeal was quick and filling, coffee was... almost a necessity sometimes. Eggs and toast would have been delicious, but she had nowhere near enough desire for them to actually make them. There were a couple of people around when she'd stopped by the kitchen to get her breakfast, she'd taken her food to go though, as she was a bit of a slow eater in the mornings and didn't want to waste her time on eating. She would return her dishes when she was finished eating, but she wasn't up for sitting in a kitchen and staring at a wall while she ate for a half hour, or even chatting with the people that were there. She just wanted to get to her training right now. But she had offered those she'd seen a warm smile, deciding not to be completely anti-social. Productive was something she liked to be, and that was exactly what she would do. Be productive. She could eat while she stretched, or at least switch between the two quickly and easily.
The facilities here were not something she'd been acquainted with, and even if she had it was too beautiful a day to be cooped up inside. She wanted to fill her lungs with fresh morning air and bathe in sunshine. So she found a nice, somewhat secluded spot where she could do her stretching, tying her hair back out of her way with one of the hair bands around her wrist. After setting down her breakfast, that had hardly been touched yet, she dropped her duffle bag on the ground and unzipped it to pull out a blanket she'd brought along to lay out on the ground. It wasn't huge, but it left plenty of extra room. She hadn't quite gotten herself all unpacked yet and the yoga mat she'd brought along was... somewhere in her things. It was good for keeping her knees from bruising on hard ground while she stretched since she normally did her stretching on her back patio. For now her substitution would be fine. The grassy ground cover had much more give than concrete and the blanket was large enough to protect her clothes and skin from grass stains, which was why she didn't usually stretch in the grass at home since her yoga mat was much smaller than this blanket. The gym she had practically grown up in would always feel like home, but she needed somewhere that she didn't have to calculate every breath or hide who she was, and after she quit going to the gym, it hadn't been difficult to realize how much more relaxing it was to stretch outside. Not to mention, her mother threw a fit whenever she did so in the house.
Kicking off her shoes, she plopped down and started to limber up. She wasn't sure how much time she would have to do whatever she wanted here, only time would tell. So far it seemed like there would be plenty of time but she'd only been here one night. And if there was only one night a week that she would have time to partake in her training regime, what would happen? Legs stretched out, the blonde reached for one of her feet, touching her forehead to her knee. It was meditation to her, she could clear her mind and be completely at peace while she stretched. It was very relaxing. Straightening up, she reached for her warm coffee to take a sip and took a moment to get her music going and stick her ear buds in. Once she had her music and her coffee had been set safely to the side, she resumed. While staring out at her surroundings she turnned up her volume and began flexing her feet up and down and wiggling them around. After two days of no stretching, it somehow felt different but she hummed along completely content as she did her morning workout by herself. Even social butterflies needed a little solitude now and then.Rock you like a Hurricane.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 5:41 pm
 xxx xxx v e e x x x x x x x x x x x Alpha | "Sleet" | Cryokinesis | In the KitchenM c M U R P H Y
Despite her efforts to enjoy her danish slowly, Vee gave in to her hunger and promptly gobbled the whole thing down. She hadn't had any dinner the night before -- why, she honestly had no idea. She didn't know why she completely forgets to eat sometimes, especially when she was so fond of food. She took a long drink of water to wash it down and glanced out the window. There weren't many people awake yet -- probably still sleeping off the effects from the previous night -- but she could spot a few roaming around outside. Rather, working out outside. She could see one girl stretching outside, oblivious to the world around her, courtesy of the earphones jammed in her ears.
There was a sound near the door, and Vee's gaze slid over to a girl standing at the doorway with a slightly surprised look on her face. Vee regarded her, pale green eyes looking her up and down, almost a little coldly, as her initial behavior towards strangers are. Vee reached her face and focused on her puffy eyes and tomato-colored nose, and her gaze softened. She'd obviously been crying recently. Vee wanted to know why, but she felt it rude to ask.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't think anyone else would be up and rummaging for food this early," the girl said with a light chuckle.
Vee shrugged nonchalantly. "It's a customary thing to get breakfast after waking up." Mentally, she cursed herself. Out of habit, a dry, sarcastic, almost rude tone had slipped into her voice and tainted her words. She hadn't meant at all to be rude or unfriendly to the girl. Especially when she was making an effort to be friendly.
"I'm Raine," she continued, offering her hand. "Sorry, I know I've seen you around, but I don't think I know your name."
Vee hesitated, glancing at Raine's outstretched hand. Normally, she didn't come into physical contact with other people, partly because she always kept to herself, and because most times, her unusually cold temperature made people uncomfortable. Her skin was always freezing cold, no matter how hot it was outside, and the icy temperature emanated from her as well, making the air around her within a foot's radius chillier. Briefly, Vee took Raine's hand, letting a faint smile touch her lips.
"Vee," she replied, keeping her voice level and hopefully not as cutting or harsh as the tone she previously assumed. "That's no surprise. I'm pretty new here. Admitted to the Alpha team just yesterday."
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 6:38 pm
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Team ↠ AlphaxxLocation ↠ Bedroom to Kitchen Eli's eyes opened to the ruckus that began to play through the halls of the male dorm. Stumbling to stand up in his groggy state, he made his way to the door, grabbing a pair of sweat pants and a Tom & Jerry t-shirt. Opening the door, his blurred vision could see several younger boys standing in front of Aren's door. Now, naturally Eli wasn't that social of a person, but someone disrupted a very deep sleep he was in, and if he was going to be doing any projects today, he wanted a full nights rest. Staggering and barreling down the hallway like a drunken brute, he stood before them. He let out a massive yawn and stared them down. Their task unwavering.
The magnetokinetic raised both his hands, as if grasping a head before him and concentrated. Slowly the brass began to twist and squeal under the stress of Eli's powers. He twisted a bit of the metal around the fingers of some of the musicians so they would not be able to be relieved of their disrupting tools of noisiness. They all dispersed like cockroaches realizing what was going on to their instruments. Brass hitting the floor as those who could drop their instruments and run ran, while those who couldn't, still ran. He may get an ear full later from Cissa, although, that was something he didn't know about, considering he didn't know who put them to task.
Eli continued his way down the hall, already awoken from his slumber, he made it to the kitchen and began to prepare himself a fried egg and toast. If anyone was present, or entered the kitchen, he surely wouldn't care as he was still upset for being woken up this early. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
OOC ↠ Approval from SL to disperse the flash mob in front of Aren's door
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 7:20 pm
╳ Codename: Aegis ╳ Team: Omega ╳ Location: Range --- ╳ Thinking biggrin id that come out of a movie..?---╳ Michael's communication device went off. He couldn't hear it over the shots of his rifle as well as having ear protection in. Though she could easily tell him telepathically, she waited till he fired off his last couple of rounds, to which her communication device had gone off again. Pulling the EarPro out, he picked up,"Sp-" He caught himself answering as he had grown to do second nature, "Brusch speaking." He answered. Emma's voice was cold and demanding, informing Michael that if he were to hand over live ammunition and a rifle to the child, he would be removed from the facility for 'endangering' her. He didn't see it that way, but as educating her, but he held his tongue. She stressed that also with given circumstances of the Registration Act and all the anti-mutant movements, it could trigger something as well, as she may or may not have an ability manifestation, and that would look bad on the Academy. "Tracking ma'am, out." With that he clicked off the comm and turned around to see Elizabeth and Gabriel.
Elizabeth was standing their patiently waiting for him to set her up with her rifle, "Sweetheart, I can't let you use your .22 right now, Miss Emma doesn't know you're safe with them." He said, adding in the slight compliment, yes she knew not to point it anyone ever, even if unloaded and just pretending. She'd known the punishment and had to deal with it a couple of times before she finally understood that it wasn't a joke. "Also sweetheart, because what I can do, people will come up with reasons to take you away, and might say that because you're so young you shouldn't play with guns. So we'll wait a little bit till you're older to use your .22 again, alright?" He said with a smile, ruffling her hair. "Did you sleep well?" He asked her as she let out a yawn, nodding as she rubbed her eye with her free hand. The other hand holding her ever faithful companion, Hobbes, the tiger striped teddy bear.
Michael's attention turned to Gabriel as he too pulled out his toys. One appeared to be a compact short barreled rifle with a 203 undermount, it looked front heavy, something Michael would personally find annoying. However, something Michael didn't expect was what looked like some sort of assault drone out of a video game. It interested him. It wasn't of military design. It looked like it had decent maneuverability but low speeds, but it very well could surprise him. "Did you make that..?" Michael asked Gabriel. It was a valid question in his eyes. It was unlike anything he's seen.
It could prove to be his eyes in the sky that him and Cissa had talked about several hours earlier as his insomniated a** was up, shooting, and talking to his ever so magnificent leader, one that he didn't fully trust or respect. She may have had a reputation here, she obviously must be doing something right, but there was also a gut feeling that lead him to be unable to trust her just yet.
Elizabeth: 
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 8:03 pm
xxxxxTeam: OmegaxxxxxLocation: Frontier University, Loungexxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂xxxxxx  If the sight of Bella's tears affected him at all, the cowboy showed no signs of it tearing him from the inside out. Instead, his countenance remained cool, calm... compassionate without giving too much of himself away. More than anything, Bella needed someone to be there for her, without getting too worked up about the situation, so they could focus on her needs instead of their own. He did wince at a few of the sounds she made, sure that if she kept it up blood would drip from his ears.
The songstress murmured her apologies with confusion threading her tone, and Blake merely shook his head, his own voice soft and consoling. “Don't worry about it, doll.” He whispered against the dark curls atop her head. “There's nothing you need to be sorry for.” Not when it had been Gideon, her longtime sweetheart who had put her through so much distress. “Let's just get you away from everyone.” Because no one needed to see this, and were she coherent, she'd have hated to know that she had an audience.
To her, showing how she felt in front of any member of the team would make her appear weak, unworthy to lead them.
Thomas strolled up with concern lacing his stare as he offered a transfusion for her hand. His greeting for the old friend was a warm one, full of good tidings, even if there wasn't much of a chance for them to catch up in that moment. His eyes sparkled when the man mentioned stories for him to tell, a small chuckle following the statement. “Just a few.” Because, being on the road seldom remained to be dull.
As Bella's face buried against his chest, Blake wrapped a supportive pair of arms around her, steadying the woman's small frame so that the healer could work effortlessly at mending her broken bones.
A part of him sagged with relief as her body loosened – a sign that the pain was easing. “Shh...” The man whispered against her temple, easily cradling her to carry her to his car. “We're leaving... I've already informed them that they need a new chaperone.” Thomas of course offered to help, but Blake politely declined. “As much as the sentiment is appreciated, I think we'll draw more of a crowd if we all three attempt to slip away. But, I'll definitely catch you tomorrow.” Likely, when he went to check on the Alpha leader's hand, as he doubted he'd stray far if his best friend needed him around.
The molecular manipulator knew that that his best friend likely did not hear much of what he had to say just then, so he chose to work silently, buckling her seatbelt and gently closing her door, knowing that even the slightest of sounds might bring on a headache. He said nothing on the way back to campus, could think of nothing that would allow a smile to touch Bella's lips while she was so upset. Once they were back, he took care to carry her to her room, tuck her into her bed.. “I'll be around if you need me... just page me.” Blake reminded her, cerulean eyes filled to the brim with sympathy. Never in his life would he have wanted this for anyone, let alone his best friend. “I'm taking your keys.”
Her door shut with a barely audible click, and he looked to the ceiling, admittedly praying that someone up there would give the girl a break. Without so much as another word, Blake took a taxi back to Frontier so that he could retrieve the girl's car and put it back in her normal parking spot so that she'd not be stranded the next time she needed to go out.
Here was paying attention to detail.He left a sticky note on her window, telling her she'd need to see him to be able to drive it, as he wasn't going to sneak back into her room to deposit them on her desk.
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Though the night was as close to over as it could get by the time the cowboy made it back to his room, Blake chose not to fall asleep. Instead, he sent a little tip to Scott, (though he didn't like to) explaining that Bella would need someone to look after her hand. And while he'd not give Cyclops much credit in some things, the former Excelsior leader knew that the Headmaster would be perceptive enough to pick out that Isabella was struggling with how recent events had transpired...
He would have anyway, but Blake felt he just needed the extra push to get him going.
To watch Bella suffer was not an option.
Eventually, the man found just a bit of sleep after going over files that had been left on his desk. Some were old, status reports of those students he'd recruited... Others were new, a few potential mutants he might have to seek out at a later date.
Once he found himself in the lounge with Thomas, Blake felt more at home as they exchanged some of their more humorous escapades. “I wonder how long it will take old Hank to figure out a cure for that one... or if she'll trust him enough to even try.” Next time, she might end up with purple polka dots. “But I will make sure not to say she's looking a bit green when I see her.” The southern man drawled, grinning.
Thomas' comm went off then – the Alpha leader reporting to him to give a status about how her meeting went with Scott. An eyebrow raised high on his forehead, but he said nothing in return. She mentioned seeing them for lunch, and the healer came to the same conclusion as he as to just who she meant when she said “guys.” “She's a bit grounded until she sees me.” Blake remarked with humor, pulling out a set of keys to her car and spinning them about on one finger.
His friend reverted back to their prior conversation, and the cowboy sat up, pressing steepled index fingers to his lips. “Well... there was a bit of a mud ball in Minnesota...”
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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: Mon Jun 11, 2012 8:24 pm
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As the night drew to a close, Aren remained close to his date, opening her doors... seeing that she had refreshments, and that they danced the last slow dance without interruption. Granted, he wasn't able to drive her home, given his own intoxication, but he made all the same lewd jokes that she would have been used to, grinning like a Cheshire cat as he did so. Once they made it back to campus, the native saw her to her bedroom door, assuring her for the tenth time that Prom was better this time around than it had been during his last one. He told her all the right things – from she looked stunning to the fact that she carried herself beautifully around the Omega Queen.
By his closing line, he left a cheesy kiss on her knuckles and bid her good night in a fake Shakespearean accent (of course taking a deep bow afterward). And once she disappeared behind the door, the size shifter stumbled about the halls – finding Cammi's room to not be too far. He paged her with his comm, despite the fact that he could see her. “Chaaaammmmiiiii” The man squeaked, the last note interrupted by a hiccup. “I see you.” That a seven foot man could snigger and giggle said a lot of his state, and how much alcohol they'd consumed, much to his dissatisfaction.
Without much of an invitation, he sauntered in. “The halls are quiet. Nothing going on.” It was his way of saying he was bored. He'd grabbed a black controller and began pushing buttons, as though he knew how to play the game that the girl was occupying herself with. And from there, the size shifter could barely remember anything.
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Morning came, but brought Aren no closer to consciousness as he dreamt of times long since gone, wrapped in a makeshift pallet of blankets on Cammi's floor. The sun crept in through the slates of the blinds, leaving Aren's blocked vision to see patterns of red in his eyelids, but they refused to open and give way to light.
Something hard landed on his stomach, but the blow had been softened by the threads on top of him enough that he didn't think much of it. Really... none of it would have compared to the throbbing in his temples, alerting him now just how bad of an idea it was to drink. A groan escaped him as Cammi's foot brushed his side, and his hands flew up to cover his eyeballs, just in case she tried to switch the light on. “Nnnn.”
Normally, Aren would have been happy to hear her voice. But must she really be so loud, when one could hear a pin drop? “A train hit me.” He muttered, chocolate eyes still hidden underneath his palms. “I'm positive.”
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