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 Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 7:08 am
_______________Peyton Wolf
.: Spira | Omega | Super Breath | Outside :.
______________________________'What's one more day?'   The blonde gymnast had effectively tuned out most of the world, only keeping in touch with the tranquil, uninhabited area directly in front of her. Having her music up loud enough that she couldn't hear anything else certainly helped, though it had never proved to be a problem for her anyway. She could drown out a group of energetic nine-year olds causing havoc everywhere they stepped, so how hard could it be to do the same in this quiet little patch of grass she'd found?
Of course, when she spotted someone making a beeline for her little picnic, it grabbed her attention. She didn't give the guy much acknowledgement at first, still intent on training today. It seemed he wanted to talk to her though. She saw his mouth moving when she looked up at him, noticing he'd stopped right in front of her, from her side split position on the ground. She was keeping count in her head. 90 seconds. That was how long she held her position, her long legs stretched straight out from her sides and the upper half of her body basically lying on her leg, left hand loosely holding her right foot.
'88, 89, 90...'
While maybe it was rude to ignore someone that was very obviously intending to talk to her, Peyton was nothing if not flexible and that came from her dedication and ability to stay focused and not be distracted by every little thing. Besides, she sat up and tugged her ear buds out in time to catch everything but his initial greeting, which she'd been able to read on his lips. "Oh, it's okay." She assured his interruption wasn't a problem... which wasn't exactly the truth. Still, she offered up a friendly smile. Making a mental promise to find time later for her exercise regime, she got up on her feet for him.
Maybe it was justifiable to put of training a little longer in order to make some more friends and acquaintances. Since arriving the previous night, she had only met a small handful of people, and only said more than a few words to even fewer. It would be much more enjoyable, she was sure, to have people to hang out with around here.
"I'm Peyton." She countered once he introduced himself as Tony, before her gaze drifted to his feet. Not only were they bare, which she really had no room to talk since hers were too, but they were floating off of the ground. She'd noticed it as he had been approaching her, but hadn't taken the time to confirm what she had seen until now. "And you're flying!" She beamed, finger pointing at his feet. Maybe floating was a better term. But floating was like the baby version of flying anyway.
Floating, rather than just standing, seemed a bit unnecessary. Then again, if her power wasn't so destructive and more useful in everyday life she would probably use it quite a bit as well. For a moment she wondered if his hovering was to avoid getting his bare feet dirty, she could certainly relate. But then why was he barefoot in the first place? Maybe this guy was just the slightest bit strange, though she didn't mind it. "Feel free to take a load off." She decided to offer, hands directing attention to the blanket she was standing on top of, it had more than enough room to accommodate him as well.
It was refreshing to be somewhere that people could openly use their abilities. She had never been very shy about using her ability at home, even if her parents seemed a bit squeamish about it. It seemed they were more worried about the well being of their house than anything though. And she'd never even told them about the barn she'd accidentally blown down. Good thing, she was sure they would have been much stricter about her not using her ability in the house otherwise. Rock you like a Hurricane. 
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 3:30 pm
╳ Codename: Aegis ╳ Team: Omega ╳ Location: Shooting Range --- ╳ Thinking: Build the system around the weapon, not the weapon around the system ---╳ "Yeah, Army. Well, Ex-Army, not by choice of course." He said, waving Elizabeth closer to him now that he had finished shooting. He handed her some ear pro as well before Gabriel began shooting his drone off. He unzipped his rifle case and began attaching a scope to it. When he was done, he handed his daughter a pair of binoculars and laid down on his stomach, holding the rifle in an unsupported prone position.
"Have you ever reconsidered building the model based on the payload? Instead of making a drone then figuring out how you can attach something to it? If I were you, I'd take a 249 strip it down naked and build a system around that? It'll have a higher rate of fire and ammunition capacity if you layer the belt feed. The system is designed to fit the function, not a function designed around a system." Michael fired off a round, shifted quickly and fired off another.
Elizabeth sitting behind him let out a "Yes~!" as the first bullet hit center mass of the first target, the other target was shot in the right shoulder. Not the greatest of shots, but, considering Michael was aiming to improve his ability to pull off quick shots in succession, it'd have to do. "So, what's your ability?" He asked, refocusing and shooting again. And yet again, Elizabeth cheering as Michael successfully hit targets.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 9:48 pm
¨°o.O O.o°¨
Аʀcυs
ζσҀąȶɨσɳ: My bed room
ȶȩąɱ: Alphas
A dying man on my floor? Nope, just Aren...
¨°o.O O.o°¨
Cammit watched as the pile of blankets moved slowly on her floor. The piece of flesh she had just touched wiggled beneath her toe and then moaned, sounding more like a dyeing animal than a waking human. Raising an eyebrow Cammi nudged Aren’s side once more, watching as his arms raised to shield his eyes, as if she was about to turn the lights on. “You gonna live native man?” she asked, her eyebrow still arched up as she watched the boy.
Leaning down and picking up her controller from his stomach, Cammi checked the surrounding area of the floor to make sure Aren hadn’t puked in his sleep. Sighing relief she then went to her waste to check that as well. More relief; it only contained papers and snack wrappers.
Standing over Aren’s body, Cammi rolled her eyes at his statement that a train had hit him. “Mmhm, it sure did. It was called alcohol, happy juice, booze, brew, shine, etc... And while it was hitting you, you were doing the chug-a-lug.” Setting the 360 controller on her bed Cammi went to the window and opened the shades. She blinked back the sun for a few seconds before returning to sit on her bed, waiting for Aren to whine about the light. “Can’t blame you though, drinking is fun, and a good time when with friends. And hey, you didn’t puke on my floor so that’s a bonus for you. Though I’m not sure why you are on my floor and not in my bed…I wouldn’t have tried anything with you cause you were so drink…unless you wanted it….THEN I would have been all for taking advantage of you.” Pausing to grin, Cammi hoped Aren would find the humor in her statement, even if it was a little bit true. “By the way, when you get up you should eat something. But until then, mind if I change my clothes? I’m still in my PJs.” The boy hadn’t even answered but Cammi was up and rummaging around in a drawer for something to wear.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 5:45 am
L e i o nxxE v a n s Ѻмεgα, R@√℮ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇xxx xxLocation: Outside to My Room xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThoughts: What happened last night? Leion couldn’t remember anything from prom night besides a short conversation with Jacen about how he probably shouldn’t drink the punch. Looks like that would have been good advice, seeing as he woke up out in the grounds, luckily still fully clothed from the previous night. He checked himself over making sure he hadn’t damaged or stained the clothes measured and purchased by Narcissa, besides being a bit wrinkled and in a state of mild disarray they seemed to be fine. He didn’t want to know what Narcissa would do to him if he had managed to ruin the clothes.
He really needed to shower, he reeked of alcohol and sweat. Luckily he had no hangover, but he really wanted to know how someone had managed to get the alcohol to spike the punch past Frost. Leion began to head back towards the mansion, but his legs felt kind of like jelly, he must have run around quite a bit last night, but those questions were best left for later. As he got closer he saw what appeared to be two people having a picnic, but for the life of him he couldn’t remember or just plain didn’t know who they were. (Anthony and Peyton)
Not wanting to be rude he gave a small nod to them as he ambled past, but didn’t say anything, lest any remaining alcohol breath offend their noses.
Once he entered the mansion he darted for his room, using his powers to do a burst jump to skip the stairs, he landed as well as he could manage and continued for his room, which he was lucky enough to currently not have to share, and proceeded to shower off the stink of Prom night. After his shower he got half-dressed before just flopping down on his bed and staring up at the ceiling.I n t h e b a c k r o o m o f a m a n s i o nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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ALWAYSCALLING,NEVERPHONINGxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
(xxxI'm a victim of another's war.xxx) ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇xxx OOC:
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 6:57 am
 The Omegas: Hallway |673|"Are you lost in your lies?
Do you tell yourself, 'I don't realize.'
Your crusade's a disguise.
Replaced freedom with fear,
You trade money for lives.
I'm aware of what you've done." ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀
Felix's prom night had been overall enjoyable and it turned out that going with Narcissa had been the correct choice. The train wreck that his friendship with Raine had undoubtedly become was something he would not be ready to deal with for a couple of days at least. In Felix's mind while he did make a comment or two that was mean, Raine had started the whole thing and therefore needed to apologize first. The night did well to show him however, that Aren would prove a valuable friend to have.
A new arrival to the Omegas had briefly almost ruined the night, but Felix had let Cissa handle it desperately biting his tongue. Words of venom had threatened to spill out and the little girl didn't deserve to suffer because of the foolishness of her father. Just when the night seemed to be over Cissa has retrieved Lillian to act as his date in her stead and left him with her car keys to go back to the institute. The power mimicker had proved to be an amusing companion and by the time he was heading back, Felix had had his fill for the night. It was still several hours before he finally laid down for the night courtesy of a late night talk with Cissa upon returning her car keys. As a result the whole night had proved slightly eye opening for various reasons.
Awaking to the light coming in the windows was not as bad for him as it had been for others considering he didn't have a hangover. Sure Felix had downed quite a few cups, but it was not quick enough nor a large enough quantity to affect him for more than a few minutes at most. Getting up and getting ready for the day he left his dorm room with idea if his roommate was present or not still. Yawning he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sent a teasing message to Cissa to start the day. "So since last night seemed to go so well does that mean I automatically get a date, or am I destined to jump through more hoops?" He was sure that by now Cissa would catch the amusement in his tone and know not to take him serious after their talk last night. Not that he was likely to turn down a date with her. He was only a man after all.
Walking down the halls some he was passing another former omegas' room when suddenly a blond left his room. Crossing his arms and seeing who it was, someone he knew more by rumor than actually meeting her, clicked his tongue against his cheek. An Alpha leaving the man's room was downright scandalous considering he was supposed to be studying so he could get back on the team. Yes he paid attention on occasion. The blond was slow to turn and it was obvious she had been holding her breath as she did so. At her words Felix gave her an 'oh really' look. Just continuing to stare in silent amusement he let Aurelie continue by saying there was no shame in the walk back to her room before saying anything.
"Somehow I don't think Cissa would see it that way." No Cissa would not like the blond distracting Dom for even an instant. "And here I was just sending her a message over the comm..." The threat while veiled was there and he gave no indication whether it was empty or not. Bringing a hand up to rub his chin as if contemplating what to do he suddenly grinned. "Relax blondie it was a joke I will keep your secret. Though I do think this means you owe me in return...." Pausing after mentioning the favor he let his words hang in the air, but made no effort to elaborate on what he had meant. She would either have to ask or dread waiting to find out what he had in mind. There were literally tons of possibilities.
(OOC: I didn't really do any back posting in an attempt to keep this post from being massive.)
▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ "I see pain, I see need,
I see liars and thieves,
Abused power with greed.
I had hope, I believed,
But I'm beginning to think that I've been deceived.
You will pay for what you've done."
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 12:10 pm
  Dorm Hazel orbs appeared almost vacant as Emlen stared at the wall, deeply set in her own thoughts, which were far from the perimeters of her new room. Her chin was propped up with one hand, the elbow of that arm digging into her knee, though the young woman didn't appear to mind – much too concentrated on something distant from the physical world. Slowly, the lids of her eyes fell, hiding her gaze from anyone who might have been inclined to nose into her dorm room.
Even being back here still seemed odd... revisiting an old chapter of her life, that she never believed would re-surface. Two years was a long time to be gone, eons in the world of the X-men with so much unrest with the normal humans, and their tangos with the Brotherhood and the like.
The walls retained memories that came back to her with more clarity as she passed through the halls... certain conversations, assignments... past crushes.. She could still remember hugging her parents goodbye the first time they'd traveled to New York... remembered going home every break, and them coming to see her on the occasional weekend. And how her mother would cry every time it was time to go.
Unconsciously, the dark-haired girl bit her bottom lip, sympathy rising in her chest for her parents now. She wasn't sure when she'd think it safe to go home again... A deep breath passed out of her audibly as she thought of the reason why she'd fled, and found herself wondering if it her situation would ever again be okay. Short of his demise, the hex generator doubted that he'd ever permanently leave her alone. Not when he tried so hard to keep her, seal her to him.
It was only when the headmistress' voice echoed inside of her skull that Emlen's concentration broke, requesting an audience with her. Demanding, more like... But the girl was at least used to telepaths, having had one on her team when she'd first attended the school, and she merely allowed a reluctant breath to pass between her lips. You could have just used a comm, you know. She thought, knowing that the more-plastic-than-woman would hear the sardonic retort. Invading one's privacy is often frowned upon in every culture. Figured someone should inform you. With the faintest of touches, Gracie felt a presence depart from her mind, and had to wonder if Emma did that specifically to make her feel safe. Surely she could sneak in and out without being detected.
Rising from the edge of the bed, she pulled her long, dark hair back into a messy bun, and followed her feet to the telepath's office, unsure of just why she had been summoned.
Headmistress' Office
Her legs were crossed at her ankles, tucked back behind the leg of the chair, sitting opposite to Emma Frost, who had her hands clasped on top of the desk. Perhaps it was her idea of resembling something professional... Emmy would have never thought so, given how scantily clad the woman paraded around. “You called?” She asked, pressing her lips together just as soon as they parted.
Emma flipped her blond hair over one shoulder, a coy smirk touching her lips and rising to her perfect blue eyes. “I brought you here to explain my recruiting you...” She started, attempting to be more personable than she normally was.
At least, for now... she wasn't in trouble.
Game Room
One of her eyes squinted, barely staying open as she took aim against the eight ball. Hand remaining steady, she smoothly drove the ball home in one of the corner pockets. It clanked against a few of the others caught in the netting, and she seemed satisfied.
The word “Omega” kept surfacing in her mind, the conversation she'd had with Emma hours ago replaying in her head. Odd, that she'd ask her back... Emlen turned over every scenario that might have caused the woman to think that the hex generator would be staying longer than she'd expected in her mind, idly wondering if the telepath knew more than she was letting on regarding her divorce.
But the knot those thoughts caused twisted in her stomach painfully, and the newly recruited Omega quickly suppressed the urge to dwell on that. The papers will be in soon. She coached herself, re-racking the balls to busy her hands. Another game wouldn't hurt, especially since the room was mostly barren, and no one seemed to be waiting on her to finish up.
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 10:06 pm
Omega - Scott's Office to the Grounds - Something Will Always Call You Back Here  Madison Doyle sat back in her chair, hearing the leather squeak slightly as she did so. She had gotten to the Academy rather early that morning, and was badly needing a second cup of coffee. The girl had become a veritable night-owl over the past year, between classes and her solo hero run back home in Boston. Her eyes ached, but she responded to Scott Summers when he asked a question of her. It appeared he was just as tired as she. Whether that was a result of the school festivities lately or because of Emma Frost, Maddy did not care too much. Still, Emma came around and leaned on Scott's desk.
"I have to admit, dear, I was surprised to hear you were coming back. You made it quite clear when you left so abruptly that you had bigger and better things to worry yourself with,"said Emma slyly. Maddy just read that as a nice way of questioning why she had bothered to come back, bothering her with her presence. The girl made no real effort to hide her distaste for the blonde headmistress. They had never gotten along, and Frost, in Maddy's interpretation of events, had always singled her out in the psychic's class for not being a full fledged telepath. Like Professor Xavier, she held them as her favorite despite never admitting to it.
"Well I think we can all agree it was not the plan I had concocted when I left for home,"she started. Maddy sighed slightly. She'd been rehearsing the explanation she planned to give on the four hour drive into New York. "Boston's actually been like an oasis lately, compared to around here and on the west coast. Not many in the city seem to really care what you have got going for you. Hell, I met more than one transexual atheist mutant while I was there,"she said, smirking slightly. She saw Scott's glasses glimmer red slightly, but neither of the other two in the room really laughed.
"Still, with the Registration Act coming in full swing, there are not too many places I can go. My uncle has already agreed to comply, so staying with him isn't much of an option since I'm, sure he'll be watched if he's released..." Her uncle had an incredibly prominent physical mutation, similar to Hank McCoy's, that made it impossible for him to go unnoticed as a mutant. "I could fly under the radar for quite some time if I really needed to, I'm sure, but I've already got law enforcement on me for some of my personal shenanigans in the area. Being on my own, trying to do something against the Act did not seem too viable of an option anymore." Maddy had always hated having to ask for anybody's help, or even admit that she could not handle something on her own, but with everything happening lately, she had to suck it up and come back to the Academy.
Scott leaned forward in his chair, hands folded. "Well you know you're always welcome here, Madison. The X-Men are just as on top of this as we can be but right now, as always, we need to protect our own family. You're a part of that, and you know it." Certainly several years on the Omegas had gained her that, if not just her genetic make-up.
Maddy nodded again and stood up. Emma stopped her with a single raised finger. "We're going to put you back on the Omegas for however long you plan on staying with us. As Scott said, you're certainly welcome, but with things the way they are, if you're here, you need to know that the likelihood of the junior teams being needed is a palpable one. You can of course, decline this, but by default, we,"--she gestured to Scott again-- "thought that you should be--"
Maddy, this time, cut her off. "It's alright. I expected as much, and don't have any trouble with it." She turned away, grabbing her bag which rested besides the chair she had sat in. "In fact, I'm looking forward to it," she said, smirking slightly.
The girl stopped slightly in the doorway as she felt Frost poking around at the edges of her mind. Maddy gave her a slight mental push, enough to tell her to get the hell out of her head. Ironically, it was Frost who had taught Maddy the basics of psychic protection in class, but Maddy was in no way strong enough to resist the White Queen if she really wanted in. Maddy was a wet bag in that case. Still, the headmistress obliged before speaking up."Oh, and darling, I just remembered that your old room has already been filled by another junior team member. You'll have to hold up until we find some place to put you,"said the woman with a terribly faked sincerity.=----------------------------------------------------------------=----------------------------------------------------------------= Maddy hadn't attended her own prom. She couldn't remember what it was, but she had graduated without a big to-do, and run off to Massachusetts without really saying good bye to anybody. She e-mailed Hank McCoy enough in the past year enough, but it was really him who had made the first attempt to contact her. If anything, she felt the most guilt about just leaving him and the lab that she had spent so much time in. The blue fuzzball had even sent her a care-package of assorted meats and some research he had been doing on the x-gene.
Sitting outside in the rapidly heating air, she packed her pipe with a bit more of tobacco and lit it. She had fallen into some horrible habits in the past year, although she told herself that this was not nearly as bad as sucking at a cigarette. Hell, she had even tattooed herself up a bit. The school itself hadn't much changed, but she had looked at the team rosters and found herself to be a little disappointed. The old mainstays of the team were still around-- Narcissa at the head of the Omegas, Kerri, Jacen and Leion were still around, and she at least knew of Aren even if she could only remember him and something about a hitting on Cissa in a library. Personally, Maddy never paid much attention to the Alphas (call it Omega superiority), yet it seemed like they had undergone similar numbers of losses and gains.
She blew a puff of white smoke out. It tasted slightly of vanilla.
Pulling her old communicator from her bag and moved it around in her hands, Maddy rolled it in her hands before putting it to her lips, calling her old team leader, Narcissa. "If the Sun Queen would care to, there's somebody who would like to see her just out back of the Mansion."
 Let's go downtown and talk to the modern kids./ They will eat right out of your hand/ using great big words that they don't understand.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 5:22 pm
   The way his eyebrows lifted, his entire expression made her cringe inwardly. His casual mention of the Omega queen only caused her to have her shoulders circle with a shrug. “Tell her if you'd like.” Aurelie stated, attempting to appear unmoved by his remark. Just because she was an alpha didn't mean she needed to fear the tenacious blond, and Speedy Gonzalez wasn't going to invoke terror in her from the mere threat of her name. “It's well within Dom's prerogative to have friends outside of those who wear black and red on the field.”
The telekinetic made an effort not to let her shoulders sag with relief when he said it was a joke, and that he'd not say anything. Unnecessary confrontation would only cause Bella more grief than it was worth, and she'd not have that if she didn't have to. But any chance of relaxing flew the coop when the man before her said that she'd owe him for keeping his silence. The words hung in the air like a dense fog, just enough to be hazy.
Lips pursing, she shook her head once more, loose blond curls cascading around her shoulders as she did so. “Oh...” She murmured sardonically, sapphire orbs looking toward the Heavens as she continued. “So as to buy your silence, because you'd rather stir up trouble.” Typical, egotistical male. The rumors she'd heard about him had been dead on.
“And just what, ” The former dancer started to ask skeptically, somewhat afraid of what he would demand. Subtly taking a whiff of air, she tried to determine whether or not he smelled like a rat. “Nevermind.” Aurelie backtracked irritably. He was going to give her grief either way.
Her feet carried her with a pace similar to storming off, but she didn't even get halfway down the hall before she turned around, cocking her hip out sassily as she stared down at the man who would likely blackmail her over sneaking out of the suspended Omega's room. Keeping it under wraps was the best decision until he got re-instated on the team.
Giving off an exasperated sigh, she grimaced. This wasn't going to be easy. “For his sake,” She said, gaze flicking toward the door she'd emerged from. “I'd prefer to not let everyone know how much time we've been spending together.” Because she was dangerously close to a relationship status change... and Narcissa likely wouldn't understand. The team, in her eyes... would need to come first.
“Walk with me.” She motioned, knowing well she'd need to get out of the dress she'd worn last night. “Let me change, and then we'll go to breakfast to discuss your terms.” Her tone, as her heels clacked rhythmically against the floor was cool. She didn't even bother to look back to see if he'd follow.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 9:50 pm
Anthony "Graviton" CallahanOmegaGravitational Manipulation He managed to get through to her; that was a good thing, at least. Tony was half afraid that she would have just completely ignored him, or just waved him off; it looked like there were some nice people at the Xavier Institute. Hopefully she wouldn’t be one of the only ones. He had heard through the grape vine that his team leader was… well, terrible. Tony would have to find that out on his own, though. The thought of being on a team resonated throughout his skull for a little bit as the word ‘team leader’ crossed his mind. He had never worked on a team… he was always used to being a lone wolf. Although, he was making friends now… maybe it wouldn’t be as nerve-wracking as he thought it was.
Even though his greeting was accepted, he couldn’t shake the terrible feeling that it wasn’t exactly that welcomed. He had interrupted her morning routine, after all. Now that Tony thought about it, if someone interrupted his little morning flying session to clear his head, he might be a little P.O’ed about it too. Then again, he was just trying to make friends… how bad could it be? Surely she wasn’t that put off by his interruption… or was she?
She introduced herself, rising to her feet, fully breaking out of her exercise to converse with him. So she was willing to have a conversation with him. If she hadn’t, she probably would have stayed in her split position, made an introduction, and then continued on.
Then Peyton made the mention that he was flying, which he was quite surprised that she hadn’t noticed beforehand, seeing as how he hadn’t moved his feet or even legs as he moved towards her. Maybe she was too ‘in the zone’ to see it; which was understandable. He couldn’t help but slightly chuckling as she pointed out his ability in action – it was a similar reaction that so many others had experienced when he used his ability in their presence. Granted, the other’s reactions were more exaggerated, but this girl was a mutant herself, and had probably seen enough of this sort of thing to become slightly desensitized to it.
“Well, it appears I am,” Tony said, feigning surprise by looking down at his feet, giving the false notion that he was just noticing this. Laughing, he looked back up at Peyton. “Actually, it’s a weird kind of flying. See, my superpower is that I can manipulate gravity, how it affects me and other objects I touch. Right now, I’m making it so that instead of pulling me to the ground, gravity is pulling me right about…” he looked down at his body, and then pointed to where his belly button was, “here. There’s this point that I call a ‘nexus’ which is where I make gravity pull me. Wherever I move it, I go. Up,” he lifted up slowly, “Down,” he went down, “anywhere I go. I can also use my power to make objects seem really light.”
She offered him a spot on the blanket, which Tony reluctantly accepted, floating downwards and sitting cross-legged. He still had the feeling that he needed to leave so that she could finish her exercise, but since she was being so nice… might as well stick around for a bit. “Thanks,” he said to her.
He smiled up at the new friend he made… however much he may have been annoying her. “So how about you? What makes you special? Other than the gorgeous looks, of course.”
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 10:05 pm
Ｃｈａｍｅｌｅｏｎ
Ｄａｙｌｉａ Ａｓｔｒａｌｌｏxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: Her Dorm xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx  Things had only gotten slightly worse for Daylia as Dimitri began to wake. He had dropped his own ‘oh crap’ just as she had done. Did he not remembered anything ether? Or was it because he had just woken up? Oh how she hoped it was the second option. Of course Daylia knew there were worse people she could wake up to. One could not deny the boy was hot, and her eyes had focused on that for a moment before she mentally kicked herself.
Daylia couldn’t help but close her eyes as Dimitri said the word think. He didn’t think they did? That was completely reassuring. Mentally she continued to drop the ‘f’ bombs. "Thanks, I feel so much better now." She said, only lifting the pillow covering her face so that he would be able to hear her. She could understand how she wouldn’t be able to remember, but him? All he drank last night was water. A sigh escaped her lips as she pushed the pillow back down on her face.
A small groan escaped Daylia as he called her name. It was the only response she could muster. This was one hell of a morning. "What?" She mumbled into the pillow, feeling slightly uncomfortable in silence. She felt him tugging at the pillow. She didn’t have the will to fight against it, allowing it to slide free from her hands.
Daylia’s head lulled to the side as she looked at him. "What?" She asked again, waiting for him to continue. He sounded concerned and almost gentle. Could all the stories about him really be true? She blinked a few times as the words sunk in. They hadn’t done anything, and this time he seemed rather certain about it. She nodded. "Good. Glad to know you can be trusted." She said softly.
With yet another sigh, Daylia sat up as she swung her feet off the side of the bed only to lean forward and put her head into her hands. Though she couldn’t stop thinking about one of the words that had come out of his mouth. "Who the hell uses the word shagging besides Mike Myers?" She asked before looking back at him. She shook her head as a small smile touched her lips. Of course it was a better word than the others that had rushed through her head, but to hear it come out of his mouth was odd.
Daylia sat there for a bit more, her mind still going as she looked at him. "You know if you tell anyone we did anything, you’re a dead man right?" Her brow rose with the question, hoping he did realize this. Men, they were always bragging about their conquest, and even lying about having them. She didn’t need him to put her into that kind of light, she didn’t need to be labeled a whore or something.
Daylia couldn’t help but lean back again, this time resting her head on Dimitri’s bare chest. Yeah, there were worse people to wake up to. Her eyes looked to the ceiling as her mind chided her about this action. She needed to get up, she needed to do something else, but all she really wanted to do was go back to sleep. Again the thought of how she was going to get him out of her room crossed her mind. Just man up and deal with it. She thought to herself.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 11:12 am
_______________Peyton Wolf
.: Spira | Omega | Super Breath | Outside :.
______________________________'Huffing and Puffing.'
“Wow, that must be handy,” Right off of the top of her head she could think of about a hundred times she could have used a power like that. She battled gravity quite often, always trying to jump a little higher, to linger in the air a little longer. Then again, being able to manipulate gravity like that would take the challenge out of it, and she couldn’t see it being nearly as fun. Still… those days she ate it would never have happened. Even outside of her world of aerial stunts, she could come up with all sorts of other uses for it. Moving things like pianos, for one. She had seen people try to move even upright pianos and what she had taken from it was that they were even heavier than they looked, and they looked pretty damn heavy.
Saving lives. That was a pretty good use for his powers, getting people out of burning buildings, stopping something heavy from crushing people… Her power was good for demolition mostly. If she thought she could put out a fire without blowing down the building that was engulfed in it, maybe she could do some good on that side of things. And among everything else, Tony could fly. “You’re lucky. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to fly.” She admitted, “I’ve had little tastes of it, but it’s never long before I’m on the ground again. And it must be so different to actually be able to fly, than to let go of the bar at the right time or launch off of a springboard.” Her tone was thoughtful as she spoke.
By now she had completely forgotten the initial inconvenience of his interruption of her morning routine. Or at least, she didn’t care anymore. A few others had passed by as they talked, but Peyton didn’t pay them much notice, too absorbed in her conversation with Tony to want to split her attention in order to acknowledge them. When offered a spot on the blanket, he didn’t seem all that keen on the idea. She wasn’t sure why. But he returned to the earth and took a seat anyway.
She had been about to sit down with him until he asked about her ability. His compliment wasn’t lost on her, she beamed brightly at it. However, she was much too interested in answering his question to remember to thank him. It had crossed her mind to show him her gymnastic prowess instead, just to tease. That was, after all, one of the things that made her special. The thought of letting loose was too exciting to pass up though. “Oh, I can make things fly too.” She answered vaguely, a mischievous grin crossing her features before her earthy gaze took a moment to search her surroundings for the best direction to direct her ability in. Had he still be floating, she may have demonstrated by flinging him into the next state. With his power, she was sure he would be fine. It was probably good he was seated now, that probably wouldn’t have gone over so well. He would have been well acquainted with her power though.
Picking an empty direction, at least empty of people, she turned her entire body toward it and brushed her hair back away from her face. Inhaling a deep breath showed half of what she could do in and of itself, causing the area in her wake to tremble violently as she filled her lungs with air, sucked I like a funnel. At least she hadn’t choked on anything… this time. And once she had a sufficient store of air, she let it rip. The air rushed out of her lungs, passed through her lips and became a hurricane-force wind focused on the area in front of her. Nothing in the wind’s path remained undisturbed. Dirt and rocks whizzed through the air while trees clung to the ground. Leaves torn from the trees while one lost a branch and another ripped up from its roots and barreled away from her as fast as it could.
"Oops." was her halfhearted response to the damage she'd done, though she'd be lying if she said she hadn't expected any. Wasn't the the whole reason to aim away from other people after all? She gave one last huff. It created a much smaller, unfocused gust which tickled the ground before she turned back to Tony. “I have super breath.” Was the extent of her explanation as she took her seat on the blanket in front of him. She didn’t know what more there was to say? She’d shown him what she could do, there wasn’t a whole lot more to it. “The air must get compressed into a really dense gas in my lungs, because I think I might explode if they just expanded enough for all of that air to fit. I can hold my breath for a really long time too.” She let him in on what she had learned about her ability so far, but she was still figuring out the details herself. Rock you like a Hurricane.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 8:52 pm
 Raphael Ruiz a.k.a Technomancer
Location: From the road, to my room, now the kitchen ||Who's with me: A bunch of people I don’t know ||Current Thought: Annnnnnd we are back to square one… I don’t do well with groups. || Team: Alpha ||
♦▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬┤| Motorize me. The gears are cranking and I've got it in mind to show what my works can do. |├▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬♦
Just when everything seemed to be going well, this crap had to happen. How hard was it to have a normal day without any kinds of screw-ups?! It wasn’t like Raph was a bad person, but he was like a magnet for misfortune. His brief stint before joining the team had been a testament to that, but that was another story that not too many others knew. Before that particular moment, thoughts were buzzing through the technopath’s mind after boarding the vehicle behind Alex. None of it was any different than the ones he had while in the music room. All of the contemplations concerned his latest acquaintance and any chance that a bond could be forged. It didn’t seem impossible. His teammate’s attitude was something that he could use. That is, her positivity brought on a gentler shade to the young man’s reclusive outlook.
Then as the shuttle made its way down the road, a massive billboard caught his eye. It was an advertisement for the SRA. On the ad was a picture of Iron Man brandishing his gauntlet and the words “Sign up with the SRA, it’s the best option for a safer tomorrow.” His forehead creased as a scowl formed on his face. The best option, for whom exactly? Why Iron Man switched sides, there was no real way to know. It wasn’t like they knew each other personally, but this was his childhood hero. For a man of his stature, siding with such a ridiculous order had changed Raphael’s opinion of the ironclad Avenger. An audible knocking came from the two Alphas’ ride, but it continued toward their destination. Unfortunately, his mind proceeded into dangerous territory. The topic: Pacifica. Suddenly, the shuttle came to a halt. Why are we stopping? We still have a little ways to go. After that, the engine began to sputter followed by billowing smoke from the hood. “Uh-oh,” muttered Raph.
Had he done it again? His aggravation and silent brooding might’ve allowed his powers to deactivate the car parts. Or at least that’s how it seemed. It would’ve made sense since his powers had some kind of link to his emotions. Still that was no excuse. Thinking of the former girl next door was hard, so he should’ve known better than allow himself to get so worked up. To live in the past makes it a burden to live in the present. That was what his grandfather used to say.
And just like that, his longing for his loved ones began to increase. The lack of contact had been too much pressure and now it was taking its toll. What perfect timing. Like his mother and Pacifica, Raph missed his abuelo a great deal. From the cooking lessons to the annual museum visits, those were the moments he felt closest to the man. Before he knew it, he’d made his way off the shuttle and began move around frantically. This was caused by one of his old worries, what became of his family after his fleeing from his hometown? He’d hoped that they got the hell out of there, but mobs were unforgiving especially when they were mutants.
Raphael felt helpless. It was like everything had spiraled out of control over something a person couldn’t really control: Genetics. Even if he could, there would’ve been no way he would change his DNA because a bunch of intolerant jackasses were afraid of what they couldn’t master. That stupidity led to Registration and he refused to comply. It brought him back to the contemplation that began it all. The circuitous thoughts would’ve continued if Alex had draw his attention. Her soft tone brought him back down to a more sensible level. He realized he couldn’t have looked any weirder than he had been at that moment.
“Oh. Sorry about that. I just have a few things rattling around in my head,” the anxious technopath apologized while knocking on the side of his head. “I won’t disappear, I promise. I don’t really have anywhere to go.” She continued trying to convince him until, with a resigned sigh, he seated himself next to his fellow Alpha, who’d covered her face out of embarrassment. Looking at the flustered blonde next to him, Raphael figured this was the best moment to act before his teammate noticed. Some form of bad luck/ his frantic thinking stranded the pair along the road. How much he wished he could blame it on a convenient misfortune, but he already knew the truth. It was his fault. What would Alex think if she knew the true cause behind the vehicle’s breakdown? She seemed nice enough so far. Maybe she would be more understanding of his situation. Rising silently, the young man turned to the driver and placed his finger to his lip. He treaded slowly to the hood of the shuttle and used his powers to lift the cover. The lid popped open and a pillar of smoke erupted. What a mess. From the looks of the internal workings, it wasn’t something that he couldn’t fix. It would seem that when the young man’s abilities took effect, some of the components moved out of place. With this minor detail spotted, he could get it together in no time.
After making sure his acquaintance wasn’t watching, Raphael took a calming breath and started to correct his mistake. His eyes glowed faintly as he swept his left hand over the car parts. They shifted back into place, convincing him the task was complete. Then he leaned over and nodded to the shuttle’s operator, signaling to try turning the key. A painstaking silence dragged on for a few seconds before the sound of the engine could be heard. It sputtered and squealed, which made the technopath nervous. It wasn’t often that his mechanic skills failed him, but when they did, days became sleepless nights. Thankfully, this wasn’t that time. The engine got its a** into gear and roared. That was a good sign, if any. Now they just had to make it to prom and… PROM!!! How long had they been on the side of the highway? It couldn’t have been that long, right? It would’ve been easy to take a look at the clock inside the shuttle, but after years of studying the night sky, using the moon in its place had become a habit. The moon hung overhead like a broken promise. Just seeing the position of the satellite showed it was too late. “Mi Dios” was he could say. He’d missed prom again. Granted that the first time wasn’t his fault, but this time was his own doing. That didn’t grip him as much as the realization that he’d completely wrecked Alex’s opportunity to go to the big event. How am I going to break this to her? She went through all that trouble to get her dress and everything… and I managed to screw it all up. How can I make it up to her? More importantly, will she even let me try?
Casting a remorseful glance in Alex’s direction, Raphael sighed before shutting the hood. He then made his way beside the young woman and held out his hand. Guilt colored his expression as he spoke. “Uh I have some good news and bad news. I’ll start with the good. I managed to fix our ride, so we don’t have to stay out here. Now for the bad… it seems that time wasn’t on our side.” Rubbing the back of his neck, he continued, “Because of …certain issues and my untimely freak-out session, we may have missed prom. Actually, I’m more than positive we missed it. I’ll be completely honest when I say that this whole thing was my fault. So I’m sorry that this happened and I will do whatever I can to make this right. But we can figure that out later. Come on, I’ll explain it on the way back.” It was going to be a long ride or at least for Raph. He took hold of the blonde’s hand and led her onto the mini bus. From there, the young man would open up, just enough for her to learn about whom he was. Not only that, but why the night turned out the way it had. “Where do I begin? I guess I should completely introduce myself. My name is Raphael Ruiz and…” The vehicle’s doors slid shut as the driver steered the bus back to the school. So much pressure just to make things right… Why was it so difficult to be a good guy?
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Morning rolled around quicker than expected the following day. That tends to happen after being out later than what was normal. Falling asleep had been no easy task. The tech manipulator spent the half the ride back providing a slight background history. He was exceedingly cautious about what he told her. A simple explanation was given with scant details only when he felt it appropriate. So if she decided to stop talking to him, little to no information would be known. Yes, he was supposed to be trying to be befriending his latest acquaintance, but old habits die-hard. Still it wasn’t wise to pull down all the barriers after just one night of conversation. That would be totally loco.
Raph got a unique start to his day when he heard a clash of musical notes from the hall. It wasn’t directly outside his door, but it was close enough to rouse the sleeping teen from his bed. Instead of going to see what was going on, he immediately began to change his clothes. After getting out of bed with a drowsy head rub, feeling slightly rested, he began to change his clothes after fishing out his favorite tee and pair of jean shorts for the day. He then walked over to his dresser, slipping on his bracelet. Giving the colorful band a ritualistic twist, Raphael sighed as it brought him back to the previous night. There was no mention of the girl who’d given him the trinket, but what would’ve happened if he had? The shuttle might’ve gone nuclear. Just for one day… I want one day without having her cross my mind. The technopath let his mind continue down memory lane and remembered that he’d walked Alex to her room. She was more forgiving than he expected. It wasn’t like she displayed herself as a dragon lady or anything, but who does? Well rumor had it that the Omega’s leader had a knack for it, but he never actually met her. So that was something to ponder for another day. At that moment, nature and dental hygiene called. Without further hesitation, he grabbed his toothbrush and tore out of his room like a bat out of hell.
Once relieved, and confident his breath wasn’t lethal enough to kill any other Homo Superiors, Raphael made plans for his next stop of the day, the kitchen. For the dark-haired mutant, breakfast was the best part of the day- that, lunch, dinner- or any time that involved food. It was just the idea of getting hourly “maintenance checks” for his stomach put a weak smile on his face. What more could a guy want? Well there was almost anything concerning tech was good, but eh, food waited in the kitchen now. The stroll to his destination didn’t take long, but the smile that was present vanished when he saw others in the room. He was sure he’d recognized a few faces in passing, maybe even from classes, but one person was fresh in his mind. It was the girl who ran out of the music room the day before (Vee). Uncertain on what to do, he decided to bob his head wordlessly to the others then speed walked over to the fridge. This was his best hiding place for the moment. Like an ostrich with its head in the dirt, Raphael plunged his face into the refrigerator and scanned the contents feverishly. Whatever he found would be good enough. So pulling out a miniature carton of orange juice, the loner leaned against the counter with his back to the students present and sipped the liquid in a crestfallen manner. Maldito, este no fue bien resuelto. (Damn, this was not well thought out.)
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 11:27 pm
Omega, Location: Kerrigan’s Room
Breakfast anyone? The redhead nuzzled into his chest as she chuckled over the remark about not being “faint of heart.” Part of him wanted to get up and run, he felt strangely comfortable like this. In bed with her was both exciting and terrifying. It had been a while for him to even be in the bed of another, yet this felt so… right. Then again, the last time he was in another’s bed was when he was 16 so he can’t exactly make the distinction that he is able to determine what was right or not. All he knew was he liked where he was. At 18, he guessed that’s a good notion to have for the time being. She apologized for making things awkward, and asked for his patience. He smiled and let his eyes glow as he chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’d ask for your patience as well. I…” he trailed off a bit and then continued, “have some issues that I’m still working out. Though, I can tell you that this will be good for me.” he hoped he wouldn’t have to elaborate on that till later. He didn’t feel it was right to dump that kind of information on her so soon. Plus he was worried what she might think of him when he came clean about it all. He worried about how Narcissa would feel about it as well. After all, she was the one that was the dead ringer. Kerri remarked that they should get dressed, hoping to clear out before Cissa got back. Though he had to chuckle about her statement of a “walk of shame”. His eyes burst in bright gold light as he let out a laugh. He looked to her with a bit of elation, “A walk of shame implies that I’m ashamed of what happened. This will be more like a ‘stride of pride’.” he threw on his pants and belt, throwing on his shirt not even bothering to button it up. He let his tie hang around his neck and his jacket lay across his shoulder. She then proceeded to ask about breakfast, and part of him was now prepared to give her the star treatment. “Tell you what, give me 10 minutes to shower and change. Head down to the kitchen after that, and I’ll cook.” he offered, walking over to her, and gently kissing her cheek as he made his way to the door. Opening it slowly, he briskly slipped through as he made a lightning fast dash to the showers. It took him a little longer to shower, given the inspection of his body. A mirror allowed him to see that he was left with a few souvenirs from Kerrigan. A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell, but it could be said that it was something that made Roland smile wide and brightly. He made his way to the kitchen quickly, and began to set up for breakfast. He pulled out a pan and a carton of eggs. Tattooed arms deftly turned on the stove and started to crack some eggs into a measuring cup. The cotton white t-shirt he wore barely hid the tattoo along his back, the large Celtic cross in bold black ink showing through plainly to anyone with eyes. He noticed that there were a few people in the room. He recognized Leo and Jacen without question, and a few others that he didn’t quite know yet. Grabbing a fork and whisking the eggs in the cup he announced himself to the kitchen. “Hey everyone, the name’s Roland. I’m making a big load of eggs, likely mix in some other fun things into it. Anyone want in, please ask and get a plate ready. Any allergies just let me know.” he felt in such a good mood that he probably would have made breakfast for everyone on base if he was able to. Though when the redhead got here, he’d drop it all with two big plates and a glass of juice for each of them. Talk about a star performance.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 11:59 pm
Aʆєxaηdra Ӎaʀiʆèηє AgηèȿCodename:Flairer My hearts longs for the ability to get well! ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ Her blue hues blinked a little at Raph’s apology. Smiling faintly at him. “It is alright to have things on your mind. I just do not think walking in pace will help you much.” Especially since him continuing to do that was making her a bit anxious! But, the sensory adaptor kept her mouth shut about that detail. No need to make Raph act even more anxious than he appeared already! Though, his statement caused her to smile a little. Having to hold back a chuckle so as to not appear rude. “I do not think you are the type to do such a thing. At least, from my first impression of you anyway.” However, Alex couldn’t help but try to make him less anxious. Even if she knew the joke she was about to make was going to be really lame.
“Though, if you are not careful, you might find yourself pacing your way to China. Then you would really have disappeared on us.” Keeping herself from laughing at her lameness. Luckily though, Alex didn’t have to pull anymore lame humor out of her mind. Unfortunately now though, she had to deal with embarrassment at her last comment towards him. What was she thinking saying that? At least Raph didn’t seem to make fun of her. Even if she found herself curious as to the lack of reply. Since the lack of it was making her a bit nervous. However, Alex knew it would be silly to get worked up over this. Thus, she started taking a few deep calming breaths. Feeling the heat leaving from her face as Raph unknowingly moved away from her. Her head moving out from its hiding spot.
Noticing out of the corner of her eye that no one was there. Maybe Raph had gone back inside the bus? If that was the case, maybe she should do the time. After all, it wasn’t exactly the warmest out here. These conditions would likely work against her sickness wise if she wasn’t careful. Before Alex could move inside the bus though, the sensory adaptor noticed Raph coming towards her. Blinking a little as she couldn’t help but wonder where he had gone to. Repressing that curiosity only because she knew that was none of her business. Besides, her curiosity found itself focused now on the odd glace Raph had given her. The glance just a bit too quick for her to pinpoint quickly what kind of glance it was. However, her gut made her think the glance was not a good one.
Though, why was that? Soon noticing him offering his hand as she definitely noticed the guilt on his face Before she could ask about it though, Raph started to speak. Silencing herself out of politeness and interest as to what he was saying. A smile soon forming on her lips when Raph mentioned the good news. That would mean they would be able to get to Prom, right? Not like she would be upset if they had missed it. Though, if they had been out here that long, Alex knew she was pushing it. Unfortunately, that seemed to be the case when Raph spoke of the bad news. Feeling a bit bad that Raph was feeling guilty. Even if she wasn’t sure what freak out he was talking about. But, at least it sounded like that would be explained soon.
Her hand gripping his before he led her back onto the mini-bus. The sensory adaptor sitting right next to him. Her hands resting in her lap while her gaze stayed focused on him. Listening to him to now while the mini-bus turned around to head back to the school. Displaying what she believed were the proper emotions at the right time, and making sure to not interrupt him whenever he spoke. The sensory adaptor choosing to tell him the same amount of information he seemed to want to share with her. Making sure not to go on tangents over certain things, or bring up certain things like her weak immune system. Since Alex didn’t like it when people treated her differently over it. Raph soon escorting her to her room. The two parting ways as she wondered if maybe she might be on the track of actually making a friend.
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“Achoo!” A bit of sniffling coming from the blonde girl once more. “Guess my luck ran out…” Her voice sounding a bit lower than usual. Her nose having gained a slight hint of red as she blew her nose once more. Feeling a bit disgusted yet again when she swallowed a bit of phlegm. Rubbing her forehead a little in an attempt to relive herself of the heavy feeling there. However, Alex had been sick enough times to know that while the motion felt nice, it wouldn’t cure the pressure in her head. Making a mental note to stop by the infirmary to see what kind of medicines they had for sinus problems. But, Alex knew she could delay just a little longer. Since she only had a little bit of a cold. Nothing the sensory adaptor hadn’t dealt with before.
Though, hearing what sounded like musical instruments in the distance wasn’t really helping her. The sensory adaptor during her best to block out the noise. Even if normally she might have actually enjoyed listening to some music first thing when she woke up. But, this was not one of those normal times. “Wonder why there is music playing so close by anyway?” She knew the music room wasn’t that close to the dorms. Maybe this was some form of after prom tradition? That thought seemed silly even to her! Her blue green hues glancing over to Lillian’s part of the room. Remembering how she had woken up and she wasn’t there. The sensory adaptor having guessed that either Lillian was an early bird, or she had slept in. Either was possible since she didn’t know Lillian’s patterns, and unfortunately, she tended to sleep in when she was sick.
“Guess I can ask her about it when she comes back.” Sniffing once more as she didn’t care that she was talking to herself. Her brain not exactly functioning and making it easy to think. Let alone make it easy to keep her thoughts inside her mind. Alex soon realizing that the music had stopped. Raising a slight eyebrow at the sudden disappearance of the music. Yet, not exactly caring to think on it further. Not when she knew thinking too much right now would likely cause her a headache. A faint nasally chuckle soon leaving her when she heard her stomach growl. “At least I am still feeling hungry.” That was always a good sign. Since it did no one any good to not eat while they were sick. Even if sometimes that was easier said than done.
Upon realizing her hunger, Alex realized she needed to start actually getting herself out of bed and get ready for the day. Her movements slightly sluggish as she moved about the room. Gathering a change of clothes before moving into the bathroom. Preparing a shower in hopes of not only cleaning herself up, but clearing up her sinuses as well. For even though she was sick, that was no excuse to slack off hygiene wise. The sensory adaptor soon getting into the shower and starting to get herself ready for the day ahead. ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ "We will drink our fill of Alpha
Then, of golden sunshine that spills into My and Lillian’s Room(Not for long though unknowingly)
Till our brains intertwine with No one"
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 3:56 am
 After hearing Daylia’s response to him thinking that they did more between the sheets, he wanted to face palm himself. Luckily for the playboy he could do that mentally. It was a perfect example to illustrate to someone that it was best to sometimes, say nothing at all than to say something that would just make things worse. And that was what happened as his prom date buried her face with her pillow even more. But she didn’t give any sort of restraint when Dimitri attempted to remove the fluff; proof that his attempt at making this situation clearer was working. After telling her that nothing between them happened, besides having a good time at the prom, she told him that it was good that he can be trusted. At first, he was going to ask her to elaborate more, but with his codename, he couldn’t blame her. Instead he just said thanks before his head was back on his pillow again and one hand behind his head; wondering where they would go from there. Like anyone who was interrupted during sleeping, going back to the dreamworld was more of a priority than starting his day right now. Certainly the ones who were victim to the band camp’s noise felt the same way.
When she asked him about the word “shagging”, his head tilted over to Daylia; his eyes matching hers as he showed a small smile as well on his facial structure. “He told me that word was still “in” with the crowd and everyone was using it!” he explained jokingly. “I’ve been hoodwinked… again.” he claimed lightly. Hoodwinked? The playboy was setting himself up it seemed, but it was worth it if the situation they were in had more smiles and laughs. But not with some good old threats; well just one. That threat was if Playboy went around and did what he did with some girls outside the Academy, then the Alpha’s would need to order another mutant. “Hey..don’t worry about it.” He assured her before looking back up towards the ceiling once again. Dimitri liked Daylia; she was attractive, a redhead(extra points), had an awesome sense of humor and was fun to be around. He didn’t see a reason to tarnish her rep and make her look bad around the school.
Plus she could operate a unicycle like nobody’s business; never know when that might come in handy.
What happened next surprised the playboy; she got back in bed and layed down, but using Dimitri’s pecs as a pillow this time around. His eyes shifted over to her for a few moments. With the start of their morning part of him expected something different. But he wasn’t complaining at all. As a matter of fact, she could go back to sleep if she wanted. He was sure that was what Daylia would have liked more right now. He returned the favor, though a bit hesitant in the process as the Playboy’s arm closest to Daylia went around her arm, cuddling her in as the two of them layed there.
“And besides, if I die, who will deliver the toys to the children around the world on Christmas Eve? And light up their faces on Christmas day?”
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