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Post by derek on Dec 8, 2010 11:06:56 GMT 2
Chip. It sure was a nice day. Although, he felt tired, it wasn’t that bad. Not yet that is. It was only a Wednesday after all. It wouldn’t be till around Friday that he will really feel exhausted. Clip. Another flow was cut. Today, Derek’s job was to gather flowers from the garden to place them in the mansion. One may wonder why he would do these things. What many, but the professor of course, don’t know is that Derek does such things to ensure his viruses aren’t leaking. The Viruses Derek produces have a tendency to kill plant life within minutes. So to ensure that his viruses aren’t leaking out of his body, he likes to stay close to plants. It was true; he is a walking time bomb of biological proportions.
It is because of these dangers that the students aren’t told of his abilities. As far as they are conserved, Derek was a regular human who knows of mutants. It goes to the point where he didn’t have a code name. The mansion is a place of sanctuary. But, is it truly a place of safety if there were dangers within. It was quite obvious that they would keep this secret. Unnecessary fear is not only unproductive but dangerous. Clip. Another flower, this time a rose, was cut. After Derek finished gathering flowers he proceeded to his daily routing of place them in the designating areas.
Oh how life was sure dull. But, at least it was safe. It wasn’t until he finished with half of his flowers before the students started exiting their classes. A few students stared at him oddly as they passed by. He couldn’t blame them really; the thin pale baggy eyed “human” was placing flowers all around the school. There were indeed a few whispers and a few giggles in the hall ways but he didn’t really pay much attention to them. He has gone used to it. The feel of being an alien to the common folk. Ironic, he was considered an alien to a school of aliens themselves.
Derek continued walking with a bucket like basket of flowers in his hands. Oh how he has lost his dignity. After he finished setting up his last flower he looked out of the window and observed the students practicing their abilities; the future X-men alright. He couldn’t even be that physically active due to him using all of his strength just keeping his ability from nuking the school with viruses. The dream of fighting for what he believes in seemed near impossible right now and maybe forever. How time seems to be standing still for him. He starred at the half open front door reminiscing his first steps into the mansion. Yep today he was sure a pessimist.
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Post by pyslocke on Dec 8, 2010 13:02:35 GMT 2
And through that very half-open front door, walked out a slender yet curvy woman in her early twenties. She had black hair that was highlighted in purple, and her light skin was Asian, Japanese, most likely. But it also had hints of caucasian, tracing along the color pattern of her skin. She smiled at the gardener, but paid him no specific mind.
"Hello, Mister Nakumura, nice to see you," She said softly, but only in passing. Psylocke had never bothered to read this man's mind, he was just a human. No mutant abilities, no dark history, nothing that would interest her. Just Xavier's gardener. Boring. "The garden looks very nice today." She said, not really looking at the garden at all, just trying to be polite. "Storm and Xavier will love it," She added. The icing on the cake. If she was to add any high-ranking X-men into a conversation, she was sure to get a reaction from somebody.
Psylocke looked at him, he was very pale, unsually so, actually, and his black hair contrasted strangely over the paleness. His eyes were dull, and there were bags under them, dark ones. He looked like he was ill, and Psylocke asked, "Are you alright? You don't look so good," She said, arching her eyebrow. She had planned to go out shopping, but what was it to make small talk with people before she went? No harm done, it's not like she was in a hurry or anything. So, talking to Mr. Nakumura wasn't anything of interest to her, but it was being kind, and rather polite. She shrugged, awaiting his response, longing to get to the mall. He gave her the presence that he was sick, and if she got too close, she would be too. That would ruin a day at the mall.
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Post by derek on Dec 9, 2010 9:05:01 GMT 2
Derek was sure surprised at he would be greeted this kindness. “Ms. Braddock, it is nice to see you as well. Why thank you, I do my best to make the mansion look as nice as possible.” It was, nice to know that people actually cared about his work here. Sure it wasn’t as exciting as the X-men’s work. But it was something at the last. Derek was pulled back to reality when Psylocke asked about his wellbeing. Was he really that worn out? Then again it has been getting worse lately. But, he didn’t really want to bother the Professor about it. He was already grateful for being offered a shelter. If he wasn’t allowed here then he most likely be locked away in some high security facility never to be allowed to smell the scent of freedom.
“No I’m fine really,” he lied. Keeping his powers suppressed sure took a lot out of him. But, that was beside the point. Derek gave a small smile. “The Professor has been quite kind to me. So are you planning on heading out?”
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Post by pyslocke on Dec 9, 2010 12:59:07 GMT 2
Elizabeth nodded slowly, unsure. But, if he was 'fine', it was his business, and she shouldn't press on any further. It was rude, against her morals, and her upbringing. She said, still unconvinced, "Well, alright, but the garden really does look nice." She said, wondering if she should quickly scan him before she left. Would that be an invasion of his privacy, or was it just because she didn't like to be lied to? Whatever it was, she didn't have a second thought, and decided against reading his mind, probably because she wouldn't find anything of importance. Well, maybe important to him, but he was just a human.... There lives' couldn't be as stressful or hectic as a mutants'. Right?
Oh? He had asked if she planned on heading out. Right, the mall--- Betsy almost had forgotten! She nodded, eagerly. "Yes, I'm going," She said, smiling. She turned on heel. "Well, I believe I'll let you get back to your work than, Mr. Nakumura. Nice seeing you." She said, barely even paying him any mind.
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Post by derek on Dec 9, 2010 21:30:33 GMT 2
Derek looked at the empty basket. He finished all of his duties already. Maybe going out would be a nice. He felt physically well enough to go. Besides, better enjoy the ability to walk now then on Friday where he needs a wheel chair to get around. “Do you mind if I join you? I have the rest of the day off and I think it’s time I get to know people around here better.” He knew he would have to start socializing with the others sooner or later. He knew if he kept putting it off, then it would alienate himself more. Almost every student thinks he’s a creepy gardener. He didn’t want the same reaction from the X-men. A team he hoped one day he can join.
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Post by pyslocke on Dec 9, 2010 22:14:01 GMT 2
Psylocke arched her brow, suprised he actually had asked to go. She had planned on going alone, but a cure for her loneliness wouldn't hurt. She thought for a moment, if she should let him... It would be rude not to. And it would be rude to tell him no without a proper explanation. She tilted her head to the side a bit, wondering if he had any... alterior motives. He could be a shapeshifter, or something, and it would be her fault to be foolish enough to not scan him. She did, quickly and briefly. Apparently, he had only wanted to make friends, and he wanted the X-Men to be friendly with him... Why, she didn't pry, but it may be an area of concern for her later. "Why, of course you can!" She said, giving him a smile. Maybe it'd be better to know everyone at the mansion, one by one. She was only familiar with a few students and the X-Men.
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Post by derek on Dec 11, 2010 11:06:13 GMT 2
Derek gave a slight smile to Psylocke’s answer. “One minute please, I need to put some things away before. He grabbed the empty basket from the floor and quickly walked to the storage room. He felt silly power walking, but he couldn’t wait but also because he couldn’t expend too much energy today or he will burn out by Friday. He never got to hang out with the X men that much. Then again, he didn’t hang with anyone much. He went to his room, a small shack away from the mansion in case he ever lost control over his abilities.], and grabbed a few necessary items. He quickly returned to Pslocke wearing a hooded sweater. He couldn’t help the fact that it was going to be chilly later tonight. Then again, it may also be due to the fact that he was so thin.
“So where are we heading specifically?” he with a somewhat more upbeat tone.
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Post by pyslocke on Dec 11, 2010 21:03:05 GMT 2
Betsy patiently waited, and when he returned, she smiled. Would it be better to change plans, or continue going to the mall? "Your choice. I was planning on going shopping to blow off some steam, but..." She shrugged. It didn't actually really matter to her, where they went. She checked her manicure, thinking she needed a new one, but she would get one another day.
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Post by derek on Dec 12, 2010 23:56:44 GMT 2
“Oh no, I wuld never dare try and change your mind. If you wish to go to the mall then I will follow. I haven’t been to one for a while anyway,” Derek said. It was true he hadn’t been to the mall since he was thirteen. This would indeed be an interesting experience, especially with an X men. “So what form of transportation will we be taking?” Derek asked in curiosity. One of the many flaws with Derek is that, since he was captured at a young age, he never had the chance to learn how to drive. So he hoped it didn’t involve him driving or anything.
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