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 Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2016 7:51 pm
Gabriel Byrne
Location: The Greenhouse
Thoughts: In boca da Sole…[/blue]
 He waited for the conversation between Narcissa and her subordinate to finish, as manners dictated. He wasn’t entirely sure what was doing here, assuming he’d even be able to speak to her without getting scorched. But there he was, looking disheveled as all get out. Which, she was quick to remark on. Offering a nervous smile, he replied “Price of day’s hard work I suppose.”. He had in fact bathed earlier, but of course, being elbow deep in his work didn’t exactly do him any favors in terms of an impression.
And for a guy who wasn’t exactly keen on reading people at times, the woman telegraphed contempt all the damn day at him. There was an iciness to her eyes that he was able to pick up on quickly, which strangely, he reacted to by standing firm. He wasn’t about to back down now, at the first big sign of obstinacy.
She asked, likely rhetorically, if he’d give her the time back, to which he answered, “Were I able to turn back the hands of time, I’d do so happily. But, I’d like to think of this as a possible investment. Not that you actually need to invest in anything, clearly.” Ok genius, not the best way to put it, but hopefully she either finds your attempt humorous. Get it together! he thought to himself as he saw her conjure up a ball of white light. It quickly flew towards him, stopping just a foot away from his face. She asked him if he found what he was looking for, to which he responded by raising a hand towards the orb. He felt the heat pulsating from the orb of energy as it moved closer and closer to him.
It was then that a moment of clarity clicked for him that he can perhaps salvage from this. Standing firm, he asked her plainly “How badly do you want out of here?”
“Out of this greenhouse, this bunker, back up topside? How badly do you want out? I’m not one to say otherwise since I work indoors a lot, but I could seriously stand being out in fresh air for a while. And guessing by how much time you seem to spend here, I can imagine you’d prefer that too.”
He continued, “Not just for a short while until the next big crisis, I mean for a good long while, possibly permanently. I have a slew of ideas on how to do it, and I think your ability might be a key element in doing so. In the development of a power source to run what I have in mind.”
“And to be clear, I don’t exactly need you. Last thing I’d want is to take up more of your time than necessary. I would however, like to get your permission. To look at any files and records made detailing your abilities. How you absorb energy, the output, that kind of thing.“
He finished up with a final bit, “This would all hinge on whether or not I get permission to pursue my project. If I got permission from you without the ok from Cyclops and Emma I’d drop it altogether. But I’d rather get permission from the person whose abilities I was originally inspired by.”
He was now a bit more confident, not cocky, but he actually had a bit of a spine right now. He didn’t even feel the need to grip his firearm as he watched the orb float near his face. He sweat a bit, more so from the heat inside the greenhouse than anything. But he kept himself calm and collected.
“If you would like, I can give you time to consider. I still need to draft a proposal regardless.”
If she let him leave here, he’d consider that a win at this point.
OOC: Hope this is satisfactory!
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2016 12:39 am
  ▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆ It started out peaceful and she was able, for a little while, to read her book and enjoy her coffee with no disturbances. But just as the plot gripped her and pulled her in, his voice tore through the beautiful silence and completely destroyed what little peace she was able to maintain. Why a person like him was even at the library was beyond her comprehension. She didn’t think he knew how to read. But, of course, reading wasn’t why he decided to park his annoying a** at the entrance of this sanctuary of literacy. He was there to work his magic on Aurelie.
Of course he was.
Magda wasn’t a patient person to begin with and what little patience she had withered away layer by layer as the two continued their conversation. Her thoughts quickly took a violent turn as a third voice entered the scene. Thin fingers wrapped around her coffee mug as she tried her best to prevent the last few ounces of patience from evaporating. She breathed. Slowly. Inhaled then exhaled. But she just couldn’t suppress the rage that bubbled within her core.
Apparently she was wrong to assume the library of all places would be a nice and quiet place to spend the day. What a stupid thought. Libraries were obviously gathering places for the loud and obnoxious.
She rolled her eyes, suppressed the urge to scream, and, once again, tried to salvage whatever patience she had left. She told herself the trio would leave shortly and she’d have the library all to herself again. Her mantra, however, was ineffective. Each passing second felt like a nightmarish hour as she waited, with the book clenched tightly in her hands, for the three noisy people to leave. A few more agonizing seconds passed and she just couldn’t take it anymore. Slamming her book down on the desk, she marched over to the trio and chastised them for being noisy. Frustration leaked out of her in waves and it took all of her willpower to not send out an explosive blast.
But she did anyway when the speedster accused her of being the loudest one there. All of that rage and frustration shot out of her in the form of a repulsive force, which she aimed in Felix’s direction. Once that was done… and once Aurelie made the comment about the ‘No Felix’ sign, she felt a lot better. “I fully support this ‘No Felix’ sign,” She said, eyes never leaving the obnoxious speedster. A sign like that would make the world a better place.
She asked about their secret plan and received a few answers in return. August floated by and mentioned something about plotting a murder or overthrowing the white queen. Felix mentioned mischief… but explained that they were basically going to sneak Aurelie in to see her best friend. She didn’t know who her best friend was but it didn’t really matter. The whole thing sounded like a fun adventure.
“I would go back to my book but that mood is pretty much ruined.” She stared accusingly at Felix, very obviously blaming him for ruining her peaceful reading day.
“Also, that’s just absurd,” She looked at Aurelie with a semi-annoyed expression. “You’re an adult, right? You’re fully capable of choosing your own friends. Who’s he to say who you can or cannot be friends with?”
“I’m game. Count me in.”
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She’d left the group shortly after helping the Alpha telekinetic sneak into the basement to see her best friend. The girl was alright and she would’ve willingly stayed to help her sneak back out (if that was even necessary) but being in the presence of the Omega speedster was just too suffocating. His stupid need to constantly talk was unbearable and there simply wasn’t enough room in the entire North America to contain his overly inflated ego. As such, she bluntly excused herself and went for a much needed stroll around the base.
A few hours later, she found herself in the art classroom where she’d managed to track down her roommate. And while it was surprising to see the content of her painting, she wasn’t at all shocked to see the woman painting with her hair while drinking Jack Daniels straight from the bottle. “You make me look good,” She commented, pointing at the half naked version of herself.
A rather large Russian man came by and directed her to sit next to Isabella. “I don’t paint.” But as blunt as she was, the man plopped down a blank canvas and gave her a bucket of paint brushes, saying she could at least try to paint.
“I don’t paint, “ She said again, looking at the ladies next to her with emotionless eyes. But she picked up a paintbrush anyway and absentmindedly started playing with the bristles. Her mind was as blank as the canvas in front of her. There was absolutely nothing creative there.
Absolutely nothing.
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Location:: Library with Felix, Aurelie, and August
Post Time Skip:: Art Classroom with Orchid and Isabella
OOC:: Felix targeted with permission
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2016 5:53 pm
  
Holding Cell - Sub Levels
Leonardo Rossi was an absolute bore. Why he seemed to have all the women on the Alpha’s, including her best friend, wrapped around his finger—she would never understand. He had a checkered past, treated them as inconsequential, and clearly exhibited severe commitment issues by constantly running away from his problems. He also only had a so-so right hook. Katerina just didn’t see the appeal. The only thing he seemed capable of making her feel was revulsion.
She’d been in the middle of a cat nap when someone passed through the area. She could hear male voices speaking but she couldn’t make out the words. Stone wasn’t there anymore to keep her from overhearing. Sometime later she heard movement outside of her gilded cage and blue eyes snapped toward the transparent wall. The shape shifter felt her muscles tense when realized it was Rossi. How had he gotten out? More precisely—How had he gotten free before her?
Her eyes were guarded as she watched him from a prone position on her cot. Despite his pacing he seemed a little too cocky for man trapped in a subterranean base full of people looking to lock him up. Rossi began to speak of HYDRA and her eyes closed as she relaxed. If he was back to speaking to her, versus trying to kill her, it meant that he’d been muzzled. What was with these people? Forgiving her and feeling sorry for her? Rossi and Stone really did know how to beat a dead horse into the ground. They seriously deserved each other. “If you really had a choice…You’re more ******** up than I ever was.”
Katerina had left HYDRA for reasons that were her own. She wasn’t about to share them with some spoiled s**t who had EVERYTHING and threw it away like it was nothing. He threatened her and she let it go with a certain degree of nostalgia. Death didn’t frighten her. There was NOTHING he could do to her that HYDRA hadn’t already done. The shape shifter could hear the smile that burned in him from the thought of doing her violence. That was better. There was the man she loved to hate.
“Alla prossima…Arrivederci.”*
With Rossi…There was always a next time.
The cell block was unmercifully quiet once Rossi was gone. When her newest visitor arrived she had all but given up hope it would be anyone she wanted to see. Isolation didn’t bother her. Especially not in such comfortable conditions. She could even use the restroom in private partition in the back of the holding cell. It was absurd. Hearing her best friend’s footsteps and recognizing her name was the only thing that pulled her out of bed.
Her hands pressed to the force field as she leaned closer to see Aurelie’s hairline in an attempt to see if it really was okay. One of them was definitely red and swollen from when Lachlan had irritated her into punching a wall. “Are you sure?”
Aurelie had this habit of thinking of herself last. It drove the shape shifter crazy.
Katerina was curious about why Aurelie had been so distant but didn’t press the issue. The telekinetic would come clean in her own time. The Amish ballerina asked about when she might be getting out and metallic eyes turned away. She wished she had an answer that would please Aurelie…But she didn’t. Her tone was soft and sincere when she spoke after the next breath… “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.”
Her gaze fell on Rossi’s cell with the notion of freedom in her head and she stifled a laugh. There seemed to be a man hunched in the corner but Katerina knew better. It was just a trick. A dummy or a hologram perhaps…But it wasn’t the former S.H.I.E.L.D agent. “That isn’t him you know.”
“He’s not in there.”, Katerina intoned with a certain level of annoyance. Everyone seemed to think he was SUCH a monster…And yet he was released first? That seemed like incredibly backwards logic—even for the X-Men.
The dark haired woman slowly sunk down the side of the force field and she leaned against it. It was as close to Aurelie as she could be. She missed spending time with her. Missed chasing around her bangles and buttons on strings with little kitten paws. Those were the things she felt most wistful for. Her voice was barely there—but she needed to talk to someone who understood her. Lachlan sure hadn’t. “Don’t worry. I don’t think he’s here anymore. He said he felt sorry for me…”
“And Stone…She forgave me.”
The former HYDRA agent felt scorn lace her tongue at these words. Incredulousness ate away at her like a flesh eating bacteria. She didn’t want Rossi’s pity and she didn’t want to be forgiven. But there is was. Why? It didn’t make any sense. Idiots, both of them.
“I don’t know when I’ll be getting out, Aurie.”, she breathed, letting her head fall to her arms as she watched the telekinetic through the force field. She was a welcome sight…Even if Katerina had nothing to say that she wanted to hear. Anger and disgust had gotten the better of her and this was the result… “The X-Men just remembered what I am.”
HYDRA. An animal.
*{Until next time…Goodbye.}
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2016 1:51 pm
 
Narcissa.
Given the snickering reaction and the way the Native American male exchanged a look with his female couch companion, it would have been fairly clear even without the next comment that his Omega team leader was an apparent force of nature. Where some might have taken the flash of amusement the native boy had on his expression at the question as an early warning sign, MJ wasn't overly concerned with this reputation Narcissa appeared to possess. More common than not, fear was the typical catalyst for sparking such renowned measures of reputation in a academy type environment. The light skinned southern mutant didn't quite fear so easily; with everything he'd been through and having a mentor such as Emma Frost he'd think very poorly of himself if he did.
As the Native American in front of him adjusted his seated position and introduced himself in his native tongue, MJ gave a slight nod and listened on further. So these two were Aren and Raine, wouldn't have any trouble remembering them at all. Micah was good with noticing small details and placing faces, jokingly he referred to the part of his brain that retained such information as his vault. Once you were locked inside the memory of you would remain. Aren gave him the lowdown that the Omega team leader would already know about him by file, as to how much detail such a document might contain on MJ could only be speculated on. The power mimic rarely gave a lot of thought on how the headmasters might evaluate him, why had he been chosen for the Omega team rather than their counterpart the Alphas?
As a new recruit MJ didn't have the necessary information yet that might led him to an honest assessment; between the two teams given time he was confident that an answer would reveal itself. An inkling had already come to light on the dynamic between red and blue thanks to Aren, from the way he talked about Raine being an enemy of the Omegas it was obvious there was a certain level of team rivalry going on. Common for student individuals of his age range.
"Got it, Ah ain't one for caring what color ya wearing. On the outside...ya watch my back and Ah'll return the favor," MJ promised to them both giving a slight shrug at the Omega versus Alpha situation. The power mimic meant what he claimed, for MJ it wouldn't be what color on the outfit you wore but the person you were underneath the red or blue. Accepting people for who they showed themselves to be was always something the light skinned teenager judged on interaction with those around him. Reading and understanding people was a particular knack he was quite well versed in and made no apologies for being blunt with others. If you showed yourself to be a coward then the power mimic would accept it and treat you as such. While Aren and Raine occupied the couch directly facing the television, MJ chose to take a seat on one of the side couches as there was another mirrored across from him as well. "Don't sweat bout' it, Narcissa has my file already so no big. Ah'll see our Red Queen eventually." he gave a small chuckle as his stoic countenance returned.
Making himself comfortable on the couch MJ crossed his legs at his ankles and tucked his fingertips in his pockets before tilting his head to look at the duo, "So is Raine good company or exceptional tutor for the homework ya rebel against? Quite the compliment to receive if Aren means both Raine," MJ curiously spoke as a small grin played on his lips. Choosing not to bombard them with question after question as one of the newer faces; add to the mix that the show looked to be in the slower parts of its episode. MJ decided to open himself up a bit and attempt to get to know Aren and Raine better. "Ah enjoy the majority of my classes, my eyes are usually trapped in a book be it academic or pleasure. Fond of a lot of true crime and psychological stuff. Don't dig any of the classes ya take Aren, or does homework just annoy ya?" MJ inquired as his brown eyes shifted back to the show.
He'd seen and heard about this anime series Aren and Raine were watching but hadn't the opportunity of late to really dive into it. It was on his top ten list given what others had informed him about the core of its morality being assaulted by military atrocities and scientific abominations. What's not to love? Perhaps the two wouldn't mind if he hung around to watch the next few episodes for a while.
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A few hours later and MJ was glad for the opportunity of spending time with Raine and Aren, the two had been welcoming and the episodes had gotten very intense on the television. Enough so that the power mimic planned to finish that particular series as soon as possible. Upon departing from the lounge area MJ spoke his goodbyes to the two potential friends of his future. Choosing not to aimlessly wonder about the underground hideout MJ weighed the option of achieving some studying time for one of his classes back in his room or checking out what good food might be discovered in the kitchen. As much as academic learning was a refined practice in his life, hunger would likely win out in even the most studious determined students.
xx xxx xxx xxx xx xxx xxx ❝ x MY MIND'S A LOADED GUN, NO ONE CAN HEAR ME SCREAMING. x ❞
MICAH 》: ANOTHER NIGHT THAT COMES UNDONE, YOU'RE THE ONE THAT KEEPS ME BREATHING!◊◊ WE ALL BREATH AND WE ALL BLEED!
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2016 2:02 pm
Lachlan Beckham
Kitchen -- Game Room
 Not everyone in the kitchen went out of their way to introduce themselves, a fact the countryside dweller was actually more than alright with. For the number of people there, it was unlikely he'd retain all their names if they all introduced themselves at once anyhow so the silence on some people's parts came as a small relief. It was probably best he soak up the few names that had been thrown out and come back another time for the rest. It wasn't like he wasn't going to see half of them again considering a good number of them were more than likely alphas.
Marcel, Eden, Charlotte and Thomas had been the few who had acknowledged his greeting, offering waves, handshakes or their names. A few others such as the man with the strange arm (Gabe), the blonde girl over in the kitchen (Alex) and the girl with the phone everyone had surrounded (Collin) had either opted out of giving their names or had been distracted prior to his entrance. There was quite a crowd here and a lot going on so Lachlan didn't take their lack of response to heart. Instead, he turned his attention toward the bubbly girl who had offered him coffee (Eden), though not before offering a friendly wave back to Charlotte.
The girl had enthusiastically assured him she was going to grab him a cup and he couldn't help but smile at how excited the friendly girl seemed over a mere cup of coffee. He observed her walk over to the counter in order to start the process of brewing when she paused momentarily. Lachlan hadn't been able to see what she was showing the blonde alongside her, however, he had caught the somewhat unnerving smile she'd momentarily flashed to Alex. He found himself inwardly wondering if accepting the coffee had been in his best interest. The country kid then shrugged to himself. Too late to back out now, he'd already committed. Not to mention, if she did possess a crazy streak, he thought it good advice to offend her.
While calmly waiting for his coffee, it seemed his name had struck a familiar chord with the man whose hand he'd shaken. A humble smirk painted his features as Thomas recalled having heard his name from none other than Bella. Having the siren's name come up in conversation only served to remind the country dweller he still needed to speak with her whenever she had the free time to chat briefly. "That sounds about right," Lachlan confirmed with a chuckle, "no worries."
"Married, though," he noted out loud with a friendly chuckle at his own joke, "Sounds like quite the commitment!"
Upon learning the bubbly girl and what he could only assume was her boyfriend (Thomas), were alphas, Lachlan nodded his head in acknowledgement. "I suppose," he responded to Eden's unsurprising statement confirming her as an alpha with a subtle smile, "that makes us team mates. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Eden and, sorry I don't believe I caught your name," he admitted pleasantly to Thomas.
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As Lachlan sipped the coffee Eden had been gracious enough to make for him, Thomas had excused her and himself from the kitchen, explaining they would be back in a bit. Lachlan had politely declined the invitation to accompany them initially, figuring it was probably a safer idea to drink his coffee while sitting as opposed to walking. The last thing he needed was to lose his focus and accidentally crush the mug and embarrass himself in front of everyone.
Once learning Eden and Thomas had intended to make a quick detour in order to visit Bella upon their return, however, Lachlan felt a small twinge of disappointment in the pit of his stomach as he realized he'd missed yet another opportunity to have his brief discussion with the songstress. While he felt it was rather urgent, he didn't want to pressure her into speaking with him, nor did he want to be the bearer of bad news as far as Kat's and his conversation had gone.
Before departing the kitchen, Lachlan had been sure to deposit his coffee mug, with extra care, in the sink. His endeavor proved a success, the mug managing to survive his grip this time around. Maybe he was finally starting to get the hang of this.
The game room had been the destination of choice, the bubbly alpha (Eden) in particular seeming absolutely thrilled at the notion. It was difficult not to feel extra enthusiasm of his own with the way optimism seemed to shed from her the way a double coated dog's fur did in the summer. He had definitely taken a liking to her company due to that small detail. Likewise, he enjoyed Thomas' company as well, the guy seemed very down to earth and easy-going.
Making themselves at home in the game room, Thomas having decided to lounge in one of the seats, decided to strike up some conversation by asking some basic questions Lachlan was more than happy to answer. "I've been around for the better part of a year."
He turned with curiousity to Eden, realizing Thomas' statement had been directed at both of them. Initially Lachlan had presumed the two of them had been an item, what with the way Eden had been wrapping her arms around Thomas' neck in a way that had suggested she was close to the man. Based on Thomas' question, however, Lachlan was now second guessing his initial assumption, assuring to mask his confusion, deciding to wait for Eden's response to further gauge the situation to see if he could uncover the current mystery.
Thomas followed up with yet another question directed at both of them. Lachlan presumed these were details Thomas would know about his own girlfriend, especially if they were on the same team, so that only left Lachlan to conclude that the two, in fact, were not dating. Strange. Despite Thomas' two questions suggesting the two weren't an item, however, Lachlan still didn't find himself fully convinced based on Eden's actions in the kitchen.
"I haven't been, no," he admitted sheepishly. "Been here for almost a year and yet I haven't been on the field yet. It's been by choice, however. I just wasn't confident enough to be up until this point, even now I'm not fully sure I'm sold on the idea. How about you two?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2016 1:02 am
With: Isabella, Magdalena, and Orchid. Where: Art Classroom Wearing: White tee-shirt and dark blue chinos. Walking through the hallways of the sixth floor, Finn felt exhausted although his face gave no tell. Slung over his left shoulder was a tattered duffle bag. Its logo clearly worn out from lack of care but the famous checkmark logo of its maker was unmistakable. The bag sagged with emptiness as its only cache was a pair of swim trunks and a towel that was barely drier than the Australian’s head. It was his second trip to the pool that day. He sought comfort from the cool droplets on his skin as it was the only familiarity in the compound.
”Canada,” he spoke under a sigh. It had been a week or so since Finn found residence with the X-men in their new facility but he could admit it wasn’t what he imagined. At first, he was naturally excited to learn the team had relocated to the Great White North but was quickly disappointed when he arrived. He initially thought he’d be exposed to the grandeur of the country’s backwoods, not the grime of a bunker. Still, he remained humble, grounded, and thankful for the haven.
”Safety… and a home. I’ll take it,” he declared in his head as his free hand reached for the scar behind his shoulder. He grimaced as his fingers ran over its bumps and grooves. It was a sensation he had never gotten accustomed to and accepted that he never would. The feeling of it always sent him back in time to its origin and depressed him. However, the Australian would find his reminiscence abruptly interrupted before such emotions could settle.
”Finn!” a deep baritone voice called out from behind him. He felt a large heavy hand settle on his head, causing him to spin around in shock. At the end of his pivot, Finn immediately came to recognize the large Russian before him. ”Come. We paint.” Colossus announced with a stern expression before proceeding to drag him by the arm into a classroom. Finn could recall his first impression upon meeting Colossus as it was the same thought that ran through his head in every encounter the two had. Big. Never in his life had Finn been the ‘David’ out of any pairing but standing next to Colossus would force the issue on anyone. He was simply immense.
”Isabella! Have you met the newest Alpha, Finn Jameson?” Colossus inquired loudly while shoving Finn forward. Finn scanned the room before popping a single brow at Colossus. There were many people there but none of them had turned to answer the Russian’s call. Before Finn had a chance to question Colossus’s sanity though, he raise out a palm in the direction of a girl whose canvas was arrayed with several naked women who also lived in the compound. Again, Finn popped his brow at Colossus. ”Your leader,” he whispered after leaning into the ear of his captive.
Finn took a hesitant step forward while staring down the back of Isabella’s head. At this moment he wasn’t sure if Colossus was being honest or getting a personal laugh out of the newbie. He took a deep breath before deciding to entertain Colossus. It was clear that their encounter in the hall wasn’t a fortunate incident after all but rather planned by the Russian. ”Finn Jameson,” he echoed with a tinge of an Australian accent in his throat. ”I’ve only recently joined the team.” Finn announced, not only to her but to the rest of the students in the room.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2016 2:26 pm
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WE BOW TO NONE. WE STAND AS ONE. Civilian Outfit: [Buttons] Costume: [Live][In][Fear] Orchid’s eyes drifted slightly when she heard Colossus make his way away from the sculpture he was making to greet newcomers to the room. She took another sip from her bottle before she set it down. She saw that the Alphas’ leader had come into the room to join them on their little assignment. The hair manipulator wondered if the girl had any artistic chops at all. She’d heard the Alpha was a good singer, though she’d never heard the girl do so herself. She supposed she could not begrudge the woman if she was not particularly good at the visual arts. So few of the X-Men seemed to be skilled at anything other than things related to their powers, beginning and ending all personality they have at what magical thing they could do through the prize of the genetic lottery. Sure, technically Orchid used her own powers to paint, but she had been skilled at it long before she ever learned to pick things up with her hair.
As she saw Bella walk towards her general area alongside the Russian iron man, she pulled away one of her headphones, in case one of them demanded her attention. Bella greeted her, and Orchid offered her a smile. ”Hey, there,” she said in a friendly tone. Unlike her team leader, or a lot of the other Omegas, she did not instinctively hate Bella or the rest of her blue team. So far she had not done anything especially offensive to her, and she would rather reserve her hate for people who actually deserved it; like that caveman Roland or that rapey creep Felix. It certainly helped that Bella was a pretty girl, hence why she was one of the many that she included in her little power fantasy painting. Granted, it wasn’t as though she thought of the girl or her Alphas as especially bright, but then she considered everyone to be beneath her.
She went back to painting, but her attention was drawn back to Bella when the Alpha leader tried to compliment her, only to freeze up when she realized what it was she was looking at. She gave the girl a devious smile as she saw the crimson overtake her cheeks. Her reaction was cute. It was like she entered the room a child and suddenly lost all her innocence in mere moments. ”You make a good muse, you know,” she said to the Alpha even as she turned to look at her own blank canvas. She returned to her own painting, head bobbing slightly to the music she listened to from her one ear.
She smiled as she was joined by Magda, who complimented the way Orchid made her look. ”Of course I made you look good,” she said with a smirk. ”I’m talented to the point of flawlessness. Did you seriously expect anything else?” Was Orchid truly as full of herself as she made herself seem? Sometimes she herself wondered. ”Granted, I’m going purely off of my own imagination here. But it’s your own fault for not letting me see you naked.” Yet, she added mentally. ”So forgive any inaccuracies.” She reached down and took another swig from her bottle, then offered said bottle to Magda. She also wove it in the general direction of Bella, implying to Magda that she should offer the sound manipulator some when she was done. She wondered if Cissa might be angry with her if she learned she’d been drinking with the Alphas’ team leader, but ultimately decided she did not care. Better Bella than some of the dumbasses on her own team.
Magda was given her own station to work with, though she kept insisting to Colossus that she did not paint. She chuckled lightly at the girl. ”Neither does he,” she said, pointing with the paintbrush between her fingers at the pink-haired telekinetic randomly lobbing blobs of paint using his hands at his own canvas and laughing maniacally. The kid conjured up an image of Sid Phillips from toy Story taking a hammer and nail to a pile of GI Joes in Orchid’s mind. ”But, bless his heart, at least he is enjoying himself.” She could not help itl the boy amused her. Maybe when she became queen of the world she could keep him as her court jester. She briefly considered adding him to her painting in such a manner, but decided not to. Instead, she continued to brush purple paint over one of the fallen Sentinels with the bristles of her hair she was using as brushes.
Eventually they were joined by a newcomer, someone she did not recognize. Colossus introduced him to Bella… except for some baffling reason he seemed to think that she was Bella. She rose a brow at him in confusion toward Colossus. Had he been huffing all the paint in the room? ”Orchid; Omegas,” she said bluntly. She pointed a free finger at the actual Bella. ”You want her, newbie.”
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2016 8:48 pm
 
There was no stopping the eye roll Daylia gave Gracie. It mattered little to her what most people thought of her dress and the way she carried herself. Most of the time she did as requested, and she felt that was all that could be expected of her when it came to her team leader. "Well, that’s her problem, not mine." She said with a shrug.
Their being found out didn’t end well, but it could have been worse. They chose to escape the easy way, or at least what they thought would be the easy way. D had pahsed them through the wall, and Gracie picked their path through the back halls, before being met by the rescue team. With vomit and quips out of the way, the group returned to the base via the portal.
------ Base Side ------
Daylia allowed Gracie to lead her away from the meeting room. It was obvious the dark haired woman blamed herself for their ‘need’ to be ‘saved’. She didn’t know all of the details surrounding Gracie's past, but she couldn’t help but defend the woman from herself. It wouldn’t do any good, but it mattered little. "We would have been fine, we would have made it to the portal... Eventually." It was her fault they were slowed, that much she knew, especially after having to stop and vomit.
Her eyes darted to her partner in crime as she mentioned her exish husband by name. It was a rare occurrence for the woman. The man was a psychopath, that much had been made clear, and she couldn’t blame Gracie for the fear she held of him. She nodded in agreement with her statement unsure of what else to say about it, other than to try and convince her not to be so hard on herself.
Again her eyes focused on Gracie, the woman continuing to whisper her fears. "You will one day." Daylia said firmly as she could in her weak state. "We’ll find a way." She was determined to help her friend, whether she wanted it or not. She would help her find a way, however she could, to deflect the man's power or someone who could do it for them. Someone who was more powerful than the man himself. She gave a half smile her draped arm hugging the woman best it could. "Promise."
She shouldn’t have to face him alone, and so long as D could help it Gracie would never have to.
D began to blame herself and her current state as the reason for the rescue, unfortunately Gracie wouldn’t hear it. Oh, what a pair they made. The other mutant insisted that she wouldn’t have left Daylia behind, and in turn, she explained that that was one of the reasons she trusted the hex manipulator with her life.
As they reached her room, they spoke about food again, or that Gracie would be avoiding it. Especially burritos. "Yeah, yeah, my bad." She said, the hint of a smile on her lips as she disappeared into her room. "We’ll see how long that lasts."
------ Time Skip ------
As Daylia attempted small talk with Narcissa, it was evident the Sun Queen wasn’t feeling very optimistic at the moment. She couldn’t be serious. A cage would be, in her opinion, much worse than what they faced now. It may not have been home, but the people who ran the school did their best to make it comfortable for them. She gave a huh in response.
She listened to Narcissa’s explanation of the mission events, at least the things that she hadn’t known before hand. So she didn’t blame Gracie or D for anything that had happened, and that the rescue team was not sent under her orders. Maybe that would do something to help the Hex Manipulator cheer up.
Unfortunately, they soon came to the reason that D had been called to the meeting in the first place. Cissa shocked her by asking if she was pregnant. She sputtered and laughed at first before asking if she looked like she would be the person to sleep around. The quiet ones? When had Daylia ever been considered one of the quiet ones? She sighed and shook her head. "Oh yeah, well, there isn’t a need to worry about me. There are too many STD’s out there to be sleeping around."
It wasn’t long before her shock and amusement wore off as she came to the conclusion that a certain Alpha boy was spreading rumors about her. It was then that her anger flared up, causing her to ruin the polish job Narcissa had just finished. She apologized, but the anger still wouldn’t quell.
She ignored the fact that he was an alpha. That never held much official merit with her, after all they had a few dicks on their own team as well. Not that it mattered at the moment, all she could focus on was the assumption that Dimitri was talking s**t.
Daylia asked who else thought she was preggers, and Narcissa only said that she had spoken to one other person about it. "And who was that?" She asked, unable to help herself. She thought that the knowledge would help her gauge just how far the rumors could have gotten.
She waited impatiently for the polish to dry for a second time, and once it was she excused herself, ready to find the miserable snake of a man. Narcissa wished her a happy hunting, and in return she snorted. "Yeah, thanks."
------ Time Skip ------
Daylia stalked to her room after the lovely visit with Narcissa. Her blood was still boiling with the news and the information she put together. It was the only logical thing she could think of. Why else would anyone have jumped to that conclusion? Gracie tagged along, having been in the greenhouse the entire time. She caught the girl up on the situation as they made their way, and Gracie was no help as she tried to calm down. She couldn’t help but glare at the woman as she joked about the rumor.
"Yeah, yeah, ‘but it's just funny.’" She said, attempting to finish the other woman's thought. It wasn’t long before she couldn’t take it anymore. There was no calm for her in those moments, and soon she took off to find the Playboy. Gracie followed hot on her heels.
They found him in the gym, and it was there that the faux redhead began her verbal assault on him.
Unfortunately, Daylia didn’t care that Dimitri was completely and utterly confused, nor that he held his hands up as a sign of peace. He had made an attempt to greet her, but her anger didn’t let her stop as she continued to yell at him. Her fist was clenched at her side, and before she could stop herself, not that she would have, it went flying towards his face. She felt the crack as it made contact. She hadn’t intended to break his nose, and if she hadn’t been so angry the guilt that flashed through her mind may have done something to calm her down. Sadly that was not the case.
Daylia cradled her hand to her chest as she felt Kerrigan’s hands on her shoulders in an attempt to keep her from the boy. She hadn’t even taken note of the redhead in the gym. Thankfully she had no intention of hitting him again, so she didn’t fight against the muscle mimic. Instead, she simply continued to shout at the Playboy. "You know damn well what that was for!" She yelled back at him as he rested on one knee. She stepped back away from Kerri but made no move to get around her. Not that she would actually need to with her mutation.
After shouting that she couldn’t believe he had done it once more, the reason for the attack was out there. She had already found him guilty of the accusation of spreading the rumor. He had been the only boy to stay in her room overnight, and was the only logical person she could think of that would say such things about her. The accusation seemed to take Kerrigan aback as well, before realizing she was trying to protect him. "Seriously? You’re just going to play dumb?" She demanded.
Her eyed wandered to the man Kerri had instructed to help Dimitri before rolling her eyes at the redheads order. The new kid obliged, and they two began to shuffle towards the men's room. "Oh please, he’ll be fine." She said, the anger still fresh in her voice. If he couldn’t handle one punch from her, he didn’t need to be there. "At least I didn’t rip his lungs out."
Dimitri spoke over his shoulder to her, claiming that he had never said anything of the sort. Though she could see something flash in his eyes, something that Daylia took as realization. "Oh, yeah, okay, just keep denying it then d**k!" She called. "If you’re not the one out there saying s**t, then why the ******** would Narcissa think I’m ******** pregnant?" Again he had been the only guy she had spent any kind of time with, and as far as she knew they were the only ones who had any knowledge of the sleep over.
Kerrigan did her best to stay between Daylia and the path she might take to get to him. The redhead rounded on her, telling her she needed to calm down. That was easy for her to say. "Oh please, he was warned." She said coldly, looking past her friend to the bleeding boy. She brought up Cissa, and Daylia couldn’t help but c**k a brow. "Then she can bench me, besides, she pretty much gave me permission."
A brow rose at the redheads next statement. Somehow she doubted the words were true, but she backed up anyway, holding up her hands palms out. "Fine." Was all she could say. The anger still played on her face as she examined her hand, flexing the fingers. She really hadn’t intended to hit him that hard, but what was done was done. "Why the hell would you tell people we slept together?!" She demanded.
Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: Greenhouse ---> Gym
Ｔｈｉｎｋｉｎｇ: Please tell me I loosened at least one tooth.
Ｗｉｔｈ: Narcissa ---> Gracie, Dimitri, Darien
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2016 2:46 am
 Cᴏʟʟɪɴ TᴀᴛʜᴇʀsxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAᴍᴘTᴇᴀᴍ Aʟᴘʜᴀ :: Fᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ Nervous :: Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ Kitchen --- Art Room ::Cᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ Uh..Metal Giant teacher, a few students and the Alpha leader with a cool lookin' woman :: Wᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ This :: Iɴ Hᴇʀ Hᴇᴀᴅ EVERYBODY WAS KUNG. FU. FIGH_TING~ :: After conversing, in a way, a little more with fellow Alpha Marcel about training Collin felt like she needed to check out these areas for herself. She could tell by looking at most of the people around her right now that they were older, others-like Alex- looked closer to her age, but being surrounded by so many with a good amount of experience under their belt...she felt more like a little kid. She typed out and showed Marcel a new message, "Thanks for the help! I'm gonna go explore ^^" Talking about exploring this place did make her a little more intrigued than she was earlier. Heck earlier she just wanted to stay in her room with her tunes and apple juice, but now she was wanting to see more. She waved the sign for goodbye to the others in the kitchen and ran out the doorway. As she made a turn to head for the stairs she let the skateboard under her arm fall and clatter to the floor, then wasted no time in hopping onto it and swerving down the hall.
While the elevator would be faster Collin couldn't really resist riding the railing down from the stairs, it had just been too long. What she wouldn't give to be at the park back home racing with her best friend to see who could go before crashing- last she checked they were about tied. Her actions were only feeding swelling feelings of excitement in her chest and she couldn't help but smile. She actually showed others her powers so casually, so free...it felt amazing! That's one thing from home she didn't miss, the confides of hiding her powers- too afraid to use them in the house or anywhere. Worrying if some sort of noise would set them off while she was outside around people. It was damn frightening to think about what she could do to others, especially with what happened with her father she didn't even want to see that image in her mind ever again.
She hopped off to the next rail as the end to the one she was going down was coming to a end. Quite the shaky re-landing, but she recovered and it wasn't long til she reached the ground to the next floor. Like before she swerved atop her board into the new hall to explore.
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'NOPE NOPE NOPE!' Collin sped down the 6th floor's halls screaming repeatedly in her head. In the few hours she's gotten to explore, see other people, she found herself at said gym that Marcel had talked about alongside the danger room, but just hearing the name alone didn't entice her to approach it. However upon peering into the gym she caught glimpse of a spar- well hopefully it was a spar. She never knew anyone could fight in such a way, and that girl seemed so strong it was a little scary. She slowed her pace to a complete halt by the stop of her heel on the floor. She tried to stabilize her breathing since it had become a little shaky after seeing all of that. Finally a normal sigh left her lips and she leaned down to stretch then back up again. She looked around but it seemed no one was in the hallway, at least what she could see from anyway. She put her headphones on over her ears and started going through her music, but her scrolling slowed when she saw 'Kung Fu Fighting' by Carl Douglas. She quickly shot her glance down both ends of the hall, it'd be okay right? She pressed play and shook out her arms to loosen up before the music began to play. Every time his voice rang out the chorus line she punched the air and kicked and spun and repeated the steps. She had no idea how to fight, but she could do this...a little bit...As she stepped forward to kick she had forgotten about the skateboard and her foot stepped on the end causing it to launch out from under her, 'AH!' She fell back with her legs up in the air then resting over her until she rolled herself around to see her board head for the edge of the railing, but it ricocheted on contact with the force field (she didn't know there was one...) and it shot at the wall and slammed on the floor wheels facing up. She sighed and rubbed her backside from the fall and stood up. That could've been so much more worse, like breaking a window worse, so good thing this place doesn't have normal windows. She stopped the kung fu tune and immediately voices caught her attention. She walked down the hall and further she went the louder the voices became. She recognized the hall as it was her usual trail to her music class, but she had never noticed this room that was right next door to her favorite class. She peeked in the doorway and realized it had to be the art room. It read art studio right off the bat with people working on canvases and sculptures. The rooms the classes were in were top notch she felt a little envious her old school didn't have stuff like this. She turned her focus to the people in the room. The large man walking around she knew as Mr. Rasputin, or the X-Man Colossus. He taught her teamwork course in the afternoon, had no idea he was a artist as well,'Well that's pretty awesome...'he was actually really hard to miss in this setting. The rest seemed to be some girls painting a guy painting a little bit away from them, but they all seemed to be interacting. Collin was very much ready to back away. She didn't want to interrupt friends enjoying their studio time- well remembers Reese getting ticked off when she had to leave her studio because of problems. She almost jumped out of her skin when Mr. Rasputin saw her.
The large man smiled and approached her, "Why hello little Collin!" Collin flinched at the man's voice, here she thought she was sneaky. He approached her at the doorway and now caught she gave a hesitant wave of the hand. Now that she saw him so up close...he was like a giant compared to her. He patted her on the back and chuckled, "Good to see you out come and join us!" She slumped forward at the pat on the back and by hesitant steps she walked into the room with him. Once again she didn't really recognize anyone, but she did recognize Bella. She was leader of the Alphas and last she checked was resting in the infirmary. She was by a blank canvas and another girl who honestly looked like awesome and bad-a** fused together into a cool entity. The weight of intimidation was beginning to rear over her once again. It wasn't strong enough to stop Mr. Rasputin from getting her to move. He got a canvas and supplies set up for her and he spoke again with the usual vigor, "Paint to your desire! This place is too dull time to brighten it up!" He seemed very excited for this, was he this way with the others? From where she stood they were enjoying it right? There wasn't really any helping it now, 'Okay I guess,' she signed to herself, 'Oh crap I I suck at this stuff!' she remembered as she approached the canvas while taking off her yellow hoodie and tying it around her waist. She was wearing a plain black tank underneath so she was more worried about getting her jacket splattered with paint- wait that actually sounds like fun. She took one of the larger brushes and held it with both hands as she stared at the canvas. She was really drawing a blank on where to even begin and even worse her hands had started to tremble with the brush. She gulped and took a deep breath then turned her music back on. She went to a playlist labelled 'Reese Custom Mix. v.2'. It was loud and eractic. It was like heavy metal and techno drone made a music baby. She smiled remembering something Reese told her once when she got an F on a art project a few years back, "You don't have to know what the hell you're doing with art so go nuts with it!' and like that she raised her arm and slashed the brush drenched in red paint across the canvas. She almost flung herself around before going back again. Nothing wrong with abstract art right?
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2016 10:06 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2016 2:21 am
With: Isabella, Magdalena, Orchid, and Collin Where: Art Classroom Wearing: White tee-shirt and dark blue chinos. When he found himself corrected for addressing the wrong person, Finn felt the words “Really, Colossus?” escape from under his breath. It was but a small whisper to himself but he wouldn’t be surprised if someone in the room caught onto it. Still, the ends of his lips perked up into a smile when the prank came together. Given the large and intimidating frame of Colossus, it seemed quite uncharacteristic of him to commit to banter.
Accepting his moment of naivety, Finn gave a nod of ‘thank you’ towards Orchid while maintaining her gaze with his. Although some would apologize for the mix-up, it almost felt like a larger mistake to do so. Unlike most strangers, Orchid gave off an air of confidence and callousness. Her eyes were steely and unwelcoming, but this wasn’t to Finn’s dismay. He could accept the brevity of the exchange with composure because it simply was what it was.
His deep blue eyes flickered over to Isabella when she greeted him. Incapable of helping himself, they quickly scanned her face in response to the faintness of her ”hey”. After his service as a coastal guard in Australia, it was simply reactionary to do so at any sign of cheerlessness. Still, Finn would find himself perplexed as her face gave no tell. ”Finn,” he restated with a warm smile of his own. The young man met her handshake straight on but held a prolonged grasp of her hand. His large palm and fingers wrapped themselves warmly around hers in a gesture of security. He wasn’t sure what it was about the woman but he offered compassion nonetheless. Whether it was warranted and whether she picked up on it was unknown, but he still desired to offer.
”Bella? Only if you prefer it that way, Love.” the young man replied with his accent taking the better of him. His arm dropped itself back into place at his side and he nodded as to accept the nickname. He found it short and cute but slightly unfitting given the visage of her professionalism.
”My file?” Finn echoed with a slight laugh, ”Usually people just ask what they want to know, yeah?”
For the Australian, this would be his first real introduction to the “behind the scenes” of the academy. The last time he felt himself on file was during his stint on the coast. It was slightly unnerving but justifiable on the academy’s end. Structure was a necessity but he would much rather people approach him with transparency.
Finn tilted his head and looked downward at the brunette when she asked about his experience in Canada. ”It has the best bunkers I’ve seen,” Finn answered with a light sarcastic tone that teased at their enclosure. He was sure that everyone was feeling some degree of cabin fever but it was really wearing on him. After all, he had always been out. It was always in nature that he felt real comfort.
Finn followed Bella’s gaze over towards the newcomer named Collin. She was young and small, and reminded him of an innocence that he once had. She held a youthful spirit that was simply pleasant to see. Unbeknownst to him, Finn’s brows lightly furrowed in both jealousy and enjoyment. He was unaware of his own desire for that kind of spirit within himself again. He would eventually release a slight huff before turning back to face Bella, his face pressed with the remnants of a smile.
”I mean I love a paint fight as much as the next Aussie, Bella, but I think I’ll settle on the five-star tour.” He replied, playing along with her humor. Finn could tell she was being cautious around him but he didn’t seek to call her out on it. It could be her professional front as team leader but he sensed a tinge of concern was due. After all, his experiences have shown him that the ones who seem the most secure are often grappling with their own problems.
”Though I think fresh air would be the best for us both,” he whispered coyly towards her before nodding towards the door. Taking her hand in his, the Australian tugged her along gently past Colossus and the rest of the students. He hoped she didn’t mind his assertive contact but the number of people in the room made him uneasy. Finn preferred solitude or the companionship of intimate numbers rather than large social groups. He didn’t know if Bella could understand it but Finn always felt conversations in those environments often brought about a façade in persona.
Once they’ve gotten past the door and a bit further down the hallway, Finn again released her hand and spun to look at her. Physically she was much smaller than him but she breathed an air of assurance in herself that he found admirable. He took a moment to compose his thoughts before speaking. In honesty, he wanted to question her state of mind as he kind of felt something was off but didn’t want to overstep his welcome. He knew people came to terms with their problems in different ways, and pressing the issue on them was rarely a catalyst for progress.
”How about an adventure?” Finn finally asked and pointed his index finger upwards, signalling them sneaking out. From what he could tell, the students weren’t permitted to leave the ground unsupervised – or at all given the bunker situation. However, his intuition told him that Bella wanted space as much as he did, even if it was just for a few minutes.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2016 9:54 am
▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆ There was a reason why she’d managed to skip art class every single year since the day she stepped foot in that wretched hell hole of a boarding school her mother made her attend. Art was boring. Pointless. And if she had to waste an hour in class, she’d much rather waste her time on something more active like soccer or, as horrible as it was, dance. She was so artistically out of touch she couldn’t even remember the last time she doodled on a piece of paper to pass the time. So, needless to say, she found it pretty uncomfortable to be sitting in an art classroom with a blank canvas in front of her and a platter of paint by her side.
She didn’t paint. Art wasn’t her thing. Yet there she was, sitting calmly and quietly on a stool next to Orchid and the Alpha leader. Aside from her failed attempts to try to convince Colossus that she didn’t paint, no other complaints escaped her lips. She simply watched Orchid paint her masterpiece and calmly complimented the girl on her ability to make her look good… topless. It was an interesting picture, especially since there were eight women in the painting, all in various states of undress. And Bella was one of them.
Paying no attention to the redness in her cheeks, Magda nodded her head at the Alpha leader and pointed at the very nude version of her on Orchid’s canvas. “She made you look good too.”
She snorted at her roommate’s response to her compliment. The woman was soooo narcissistic. But as suffocating as it was to be in the presence of her overly enlarged ego, she couldn’t help but smile a little at her words. She was talented. Maybe not to the point of flawlessness like she claimed, but she had a right to boast. Orchid was a woman of many skills.
“It’s not just you, Orchid. I’m not going to let anyone see me naked.” Until she found someone she could tolerate enough to have a relationship with. But that was probably never going to happen. “So I guess you’ll have to keep relying on that imagination of yours.”
As expected, the girl offered her a bottle of Jack and despite her dislike of alcohol, she decided to accept. Maybe it was just one of those things she had to get used to as she got older. Adults drank alcohol all the time. Though she couldn’t imagine why. Alcohol of any kind was nasty unless mixed with a very high volume of fruit juice. She brought the bottle to her lips and took the tiniest of sips. She grimaced when the liquid touched her tongue. That stuff was terrible. It was like a mix of gasoline and pure ethanol.
“You must not have any taste buds,” She stated before offering the bottle to Bella, not realizing that the girl didn’t drink. She was simply doing what Orchid gestured for her to do.
She let out a small laugh when she saw Roland’s corpse somewhere near the bottom of Orchid’s painting. How did she not notice that before? Seeing it made the painting ten times better.
But she still had a dilemma on her hands. She was told to paint by a Russian who could probably smush her with two fingers and she still had nothing on her canvas. It was blank, quite like her mind at the moment, and no amount of time, alcohol, or random inspiration could awaken her nonexistent artistic side. With a paintbrush in her left hand, she looked at the student Orchid was pointing at and raised a brow at his unusual painting technique. He was lobbing blobs of paint at the canvas. That was it. No brushstrokes. Nothing.
Bella chimed in and suggested she dabble in something called abstract expressionism by flicking her paintbrush across the canvas or by making crazy brushstrokes. “Abstract expressionism,” She repeated and very cautiously dipped her brush in a glob of red paint. “Sounds complicated… but okay.” It sounded like something that required her to unlock every box of emotions she had stored in the dark crevices of her mind and let them rush out unhindered. Raw expression. It wasn’t something she felt comfortable doing.
She raised the now paint covered brush and awkwardly touched it to the white canvas. After making a single misshapen red dot, she pulled her brush away and stared at her painting, as if expecting the dot to grow and transform into a beautiful work of art. This whole thing was so strange and unnatural.
Thankfully, a new student joined them and temporarily distracted her from having to face her obvious lack of creativity. He introduced himself as Finn and seemed very absorbed by his new leader. “Magda,” She introduced absentmindedly and left the two to talk about whatever the Alphas talked about.
Shortly thereafter, they were joined by another Alpha she didn’t recognize. Not feeling the need to introduce herself again, she simply stared at the girl as she started flicking red paint all over her canvas much like what Bella had suggested earlier. Her canvas looked less like a painting and more like a slasher film but if that was art then...
She copied Collin’s motions with her own brush dipped in red paint. She took another brush, dipped it in blue paint, and dragged it across the red smeared canvas. Then with yet another brush, she dipped it in black paint and flung gooey black blobs on her chaotic masterpiece. She was so caught up in the destruction of her canvas that she didn’t even notice when Finn and Bella left the room. It was strange, and she never thought it was possible, but she found the whole process to be quite therapeutic.
“Is this what you meant by abstract expressionism? Wait… where did she go?” She looked at the empty stool where Bella was sitting and shrugged. She didn’t really care for the woman’s whereabouts. Bella wasn’t her team leader.
“Am I expressing abstractly enough?” She asked the two girls next to her.
Then with another flick, black paint flew from the bristles of her paintbrush and… somehow knocked her entire easel over.
“Oops.” All of this expressionism crap must’ve made her power a bit more uncontrolled. She’d released a puff of repulsive energy without even realizing it.
She looked up from the mess to see Colossus staring at her with a look of incredulity and amusement on his face. Her only reaction was to shrug. “See? I told you I didn’t paint.”
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Location:: Art Classroom with Orchid and Collin (and Bella and Finn)
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2016 9:34 pm
  Name: Narcissa "Cissa" Grace
Codename: Solaris
Team: Omega
Location: Green House to Hallway 
Narcissa only smiled lightly when Daylia asked whom else she had spoken to. Cold and empty blue eyes clearly explained that she wouldn’t be sharing any more information than she already had. The faux red head did not need to know what sort of pillow talk she’d shared with the tall and loud mouthed Aren Aquene. The only thing he seemed capable of keeping secret was what lay between them. Otherwise, the rest of the Academy was basically at his mercy when it came to water cooler gossip. He was masterful at perpetuating it in such a way that everyone else just kept blaming each other while he admired his handiwork from a safe distance.
It was in that respect that she admired him. What was that mischievous quality called? She wanted to say moxie but it seemed a little too feminine. Just like her recently MIA counterpart the Red Queen was more than content to sit back and watch the proverbial sparks fly. She didn’t care if her Omega’s got into fights. They could beat the Alpha’s bloody for all she cared.
All that mattered was that they not get caught.
Daylia left in a hurry once Narcissa fixed her nails and the small blonde leaned back in her chair to observe the newest annoyance in her life. Gabriel Byrne. If he were any more of a pathetic bore she might have actually fallen asleep the moment he started making noise with his face. That was a feat he should probably be proud of considering she didn’t typically sleep much in the first place. “No.”
“The price of a hard day’s work is a stiff back and calluses. What you have going on is so not attractive. Say it with me—“, she rose her hands in the air and closed her fingers the way a conductor might cut off an orchestra, “Soap.”
Still. He kept talking. At length. Why? Why did he sound like a traveling salesman trying to sell her a broken radio? The Omega leader began cleaning up her things piece by piece and put them back in the small rectangular make up box. He didn’t seem to be bothered by her light trick and she rolled her eyes as she gestured for it to return. The orb that she’d pushed towards him snapped back into her body like a rubber band.
Why did people always think that showing her they had a spine was a good idea? All they did was give her the opportunity to break it. Little pieces of them, little pieces of thoughts and fire, always accompanied their stubbornness when they tried to make a stand. Narcissa just filed it all away for ammunition for a later date. Her expression remained blank and unfeeling as a slab of marble when he finally got to the point. Did she want out of here? Of course she did. But not at the cost of letting someone toy with the infinite absorption that was her ability…
“No.”, she spoke immediately, harshly, as if he’d said something incredibly offensive. At first, that was all she was going to give him. It seemed sufficient enough. But in retrospect…He was an Alpha. They seemed to need their hands held when someone was stomping all over their girly wishes and wants. “It’s pretty to think that the development and understanding of a power source will save the world.”
“That’s the problem with you junior scientist types. You have all these larger than life dreams and plans to make a better tomorrow…But you never seem to know your own limits. There are some things that shouldn’t be dissected and remade. There are some things that shouldn’t exist.”
“Have you even considered what could go wrong? The list that I can come up with is about a mile long and I’m not nearly as brainy as you look. Even worse…Pretend that you completely succeed and don’t blow yourself or the base up. What happens when someone else notices? When someone like S.H.I.E.L.D. gets their hands on it and it goes from being a power source to a weapon? What happens then?”, Narcissa questioned rather sagely versus just being a complete and total b***h. For as many jokes as there were about her being blonde, no one could ever accuse her of not thinking things through, or being stupid. The Red Queen wanted no part in something modeled or inspired by her ability. It wasn’t a gift.
Narcissa picked up the small silver box that sat next to her on table and rose to a standing position. Her diminutive height didn’t impact the fact that he was still standing on her turf. This was her court, in which he wasn’t even a guest. He was an interloper trying to cozy up to the wrong side. Whatever his plans were…She wanted no part in it. “So let ME be clear. Keep me out of it. If I find you trying to get ahold of my files or sniffing around Elixir for a cookie…I’ll burn your eyes out of your skull.”
Her words as she swept past Gabriel in a flash of red and vanilla were very cold and very cruel. Most importantly, they were the truth. The very LAST thing she wanted was some Alpha numbskull accidentally creating a weapon in her image. It only made sense to be wary, especially considering the git doing the asking. He WAS a living weapons platform, was he not?
“Idiot.”, she mumbled wholly and completely to herself as she left the greenhouse. Considering how much Narcissa loathed being underground it should be evident to Gabriel that the Red Queen had valid concerns. She would do many awful things so that they could live above ground again—but she wouldn’t do this.
Raising her comm to her lips she found the frequency for Aren. When she was really, really annoyed, he was the only answer to her problems. “Where are you?”
Sure, she could go looking for him through their tether, but she didn’t feel like playing hide and seek.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2016 6:32 pm
Aʆєxaηdra Ӎaʀiʆèηє AgηèȿCodename:Flairer ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ ((I skipped some people. Sorry for that and the crap post. Let me know if it needs to be edited)) After having fixed herself some food, she stayed in the kitchen to eat it. While she supposed she could have eaten in her room, she never did that back in her childhood. She always ate in a room other than her bedroom. Her mother even told her it wasn’t good manners to eat in ones’ bedroom. Why? Because no one wanted crumbs all over their bed. And over the years, Alex found herself agreeing with that statement.
Alex didn’t take long to eat her breakfast. But, by the time she was done, she was once again alone in the kitchen. She washed her dishes and made sure to put them away. Then, Alex left the kitchen and walked down the hallway. Likely, she would do some homework. She wouldn’t want to fall behind. Sickness tended to make that a problem as is. However, as Alex walked about the halls, she couldn’t help but notice Bella come out of a room with someone she didn’t recognize.
It was nice to see their leader was up and about. But, who was that? She approached the two in an attempt to ask. Before she could ask, she felt a hand on her shoulder. “The more the merrier.” Alex heard Colossus say before she felt herself guided into the art room. She turned her head quickly to see Bella still with the stranger(Finn). Colossus didn’t let her stop and used his hand, now on her back, to guide her further into the room.
“We are creating art to make the place much easier to look at. Why don’t you seat there?” Colossus pointed to an empty seat.
“But….” Alex said softly before finding herself standing there all alone. Colossus had walked off to tend to some of the other students. She swallowed a bit before blinking at the easel still on the ground. Did someone just decide to really not paint at all? Alex tilted her head as she walked over towards the fallen easel. As she did so, she noticed Collin from before. She waved her hand before noticing a girl(Madga) sitting in front of the fallen object. “Did you need any help?” She figured she should ask that before taking a sit where Colossus directed.
Once that matter was resolved, she sat down on empty seat and happened to notice another woman (Orchid). “Oh, hello.” Alex didn’t want to be rude and not greet the other person nearby her. But, unlike the mess of colors on the previous fallen easel, her eyes widened at the sight of the woman’s painting. A bunch of women in various states of undress that looked exactly like some of the members on the teams. Her cheeks reddened only slightly, since seeing naked women on an artwork wasn’t a new thing.
Wasn’t the first time someone had painted such in art before.
“That is…quite the beautiful painting.” Maybe that was inappropriate considering the subject matter. But, she could tell that the woman had a talent for art. “What inspired you to draw that?” By now, the redness left her cheeks. At least she wasn’t one of the subjects. Otherwise, she might not be able to talk so calmly about a painting filled with pieces of sentinels, a corpse, clearly the woman herself, and a harem of the different ladies in undress around her.
Who knew someone could be so….blunt about their true desires? ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ "We will drink our fill of Alpha
Then, of golden sunshine that spills into Art Classroom
Till our brains intertwine with Collin, Magdalena, and Orchid"
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2016 3:48 pm
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