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Post by amara on Dec 27, 2010 19:22:32 GMT 2
Amara didn’t really know what to say to that. It sounded like it was a troubled life. She thought about never being able to ride a motorcycle the same way. She shuddered at the thought. “It sounds like torture,” she looked out at the city, the staggering towers, and the pedestrians going about their way without ever knowing the story behind those around them. She didn’t like that he had starved himself and it didn’t sit well with her. There was a fleeting thought about how the x-men would’ve at least tried a different way to test his limits. Even that idea was a little iffy.
She cocked her head back slightly to look at Max. A grin was spread across her face, “Ha-ha, a superhero? I like that. Well, since I apparently like to tell you all the things that not many people know I guess I’ll just tell you that I enjoy singing and playing the piano. But I don’t ever do that in front of people. Oh! And I love motorcycles! I help Scott out with them sometimes. I’m saving up to buy one someday. And not one of those Japanese bikes I want a nice Harley Davidson.” She smiled and looked back out at the city.
“Okay,” she started with a smile in her voice, “favorite food?” She had a fleeting thought about how she might be able to make it for him one day. She blushed slightly at the thought, thankful that her hair chose that time to hide her face.
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Post by max on Dec 28, 2010 21:25:05 GMT 2
"I bet you have a stunning voice." he smiled he was enjoying him self for the first time in a long time. "um favorite food." truth be told he had not enjoyed food in a long time he eat to stop the sensation not that it was that bad. " Well i don't eat much fancy food's i am happy with a chesses burger and fries. so i have a good one for you whats something you always wanted to do but never had the guts to do?"
He closed his eyes the world has changed so much in such a small time. he wondered why things changed so much and what was the limits of his powers. he had so much to on his mind talking about things to get his mind of what he had been worrying about for the last 7 mouths.
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Post by amara on Dec 29, 2010 6:41:27 GMT 2
Her blush deepened. She liked to think that she had a nice voice, but since she never really sang in front of people she never really knew if her singing was acceptable. She considered it more of a hobby than anything else. She pulled all her hair to one side so she wouldn’t have to fight with it. She laughed when she heard about his favorite food, “I personally think that you can’t put a price on a good burger.” That was actually one of her favorite foods since she got to America. When she lived in Brazil her mother never really allowed her to have junk food. But since she had to start living without her family’s influence she had branched out from what she was used to.
Amara chuckled, “That’s easy, sing in front of people,” she laughed again and bit her bottom lip in a cheesy grin. “To just get up there without any fear and belt out what want to…” She stared out at the buildings again in a dreamy manner, envisioning herself in front of a mic. She looked down, and then back at Max, “Have you ever dreamed about something so much it hurts?” It was a kind of rhetorical question but part of her really wanted to know.
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Post by max on Dec 29, 2010 22:48:19 GMT 2
"Yeah i have now i want to feel again i love to feel pain i know its silly but it feels as if some thing is missing. i don't fear things its strange i cant be hurt but i feel as if i am am broken." it was strange he hated how he felt. "Sorry i am still getting use to all this. I feel like i am so different from every one i dont even know if i am human. i spent my life searching for thrills and spending my days doing stupidly dangerous stuff and now i cant get my fix so to speak i would love to be back to what i was."
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Post by amara on Dec 29, 2010 23:11:35 GMT 2
Amara nodded her agreement at Max’s words. She knew what that was like to want things to be normal, to go back to how life was. Sometimes she wanted it more than she wanted to breathe. She ached to see her mother’s smile, to play football with her brothers, and talk with her dad. It was kind of hard to do that when everyone seemed to hate her. She cocked her head to the side, smiling at Max, “The funny thing is everyone is different from everyone else so therefore we’re all mutants,” her smile transformed into a broad grin. She turned her head, her smile was gone, replaced by a frown, “I know what you mean though. It’d be nice to go back to my home. But for you it has to be so much worse. To go through life without feeling things in the way that you used to…” Her sentence trailed off. She didn’t know what else to say. “It really sucks how much mutants have to give up, if only people knew…” she shook her head a grimace had formed on her face and she wanted it gone. “You didn’t ask me a question so you get two freebies if you want,” she smiled back up at him. “But first you must answer mine,” she absently licked her lips while she thought of a question, “What is your favorite color?” It was a really simple question, she wished it had a little more depth to it.
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Post by max on Dec 30, 2010 21:36:40 GMT 2
"purple dont ask why i dont know why. yeah i went to get that cure thing but they could not get the needle snapped it could not even get in to my skin. i am stuck like this." he could not think of anything to ask her at first he sat there thinking. " tell me whats your biggest fear?" it was as good as any thing else he could think off. some times he felt the world was changing so fast and he was not.
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Post by amara on Dec 30, 2010 21:58:05 GMT 2
Amara couldn’t help but laugh, “Purple?” She shook her head. Her face fell a fraction, “You don’t even have a back out plan,” she sighed and shook her head, “I surprisingly love my abilities so I wouldn’t go and get it. But for you…” she let the sentence hang in the air. She placed her hand on his knee in a reassuring manner. “It’ll be fine, maybe not like things were before but it’ll still work out. I know it. It’s got to.” She smiled at him, hoping that her words would stick with him, “Okay, you can’t laugh, got it? I’m terrified of spiders.” She laughed softly, “Well there’s that and seeing someone I love die because of my actions, like I couldn’t save them, or I put them in harm’s way.” She shook her head, “I’m sure you’re not afraid of anything,” she teased, “what with you not being able to get hurt and all.”
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Post by max on Dec 30, 2010 22:27:59 GMT 2
" i don't know nothing i have tried works. i fallen out of a plane and walked away like i just tripped over my own shoes. Its strange i have not found anything that can harm my body. if i try and stab my self it bends cant be burnt and every thing else i have tried fails. So spiders? what you mean the one thats crawling up your back?" it was mean he knew but it may lighten up the mood of this conversation.
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Post by amara on Dec 31, 2010 0:17:08 GMT 2
She really needed to get Max to the X-Men. They’d be able to test Max’s abilities in a controlled environment. “Well if nothing physical can harm you then I can only assume a mental attack would be the only thing that could.” She shrugged, feeling like she was grabbing at straws instead of giving him a solid helpful answer. Her face dropped into sheer horror. She scrambled away from the ledge and stood up, “You’re kidding me! Tell me you’re joking or else get it off me!” She squinted her eyes and jumped from foot to foot. “Get it off, get it off!!”
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Post by max on Dec 31, 2010 18:28:03 GMT 2
max laughed as she did. it was funny to see her jump like that. he stood up and walked over to her and brushed some thing of her back. "there all gone" he laughed. it had been mean but well worth it, to see her face. he held her close as he looked in to her eyes. he hoped that this was going to work and he was going to try and make it work as best he can. " i dot know i have never meat any one who could do that sort of thing, before today i have never talked to another mutant before.
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Post by amara on Dec 31, 2010 22:49:32 GMT 2
Amara began breathing regularly again as Max held her. She smiled and stared into his eyes. It took her a second to realize that he was talking about the telepathy. “Well I guess you were lucky that I came along. Maybe you’d never have known.” She grinned, teasing him lightly. She stopped and stared at his eyes, “You know, you have really nice eyes.” She smiled softly and looked down, briefly breaking their eye’s connection.
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Post by max on Jan 2, 2011 21:57:29 GMT 2
"thanks so do you." his eyes locked in on hers as he kissed her softly again. it took a lot of energy not to give in and just cover her with kisses. " have you ever done a free fall?" he was nerves he had never shown any one his power never once in his life. " he picked her up in her arms and started to head to the ledge. "dont worry i will not let you fall." he waited for her to say ok before he would jump of the edge.
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Post by amara on Jan 3, 2011 4:20:21 GMT 2
She lit up at his comment, her cheeks reddened. She figured she’d have to get used to blushing, seeing as it was going to be permanently plastered on her face. She guessed her face would forever match her hair. She kissed Max back softly. Those were going to be addicting for her. They already were. She felt wanted more. It was an almost animalistic drive. She breathed a sigh of relief when they stopped. She only gasped the air back in when she found herself suddenly lifted up. She blushed again, her heart all a flutter at their closeness. Her hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, “No, not really,” she replied breathily to his question. “Okay,” she didn’t sound very confident. Then a thought struck her. She knew without a shadow of doubt that she trusted Max with her life. She smiled sweetly and looked up into his eyes, “Why is it you can turn me from my usual hard natured self into a giggly girl?” She chuckled, “Whenever you’re ready I guess.”
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Post by max on Jan 3, 2011 12:01:58 GMT 2
"i dont know but you have me under your spell. normally i would be a lot more depressed." max smiled and held her tight as he fell back wards placing him between her and the ground they fell fast and max counted in his mind as the ground game rushing up to meet them. HE felt the impact of the ground on his back but nothing panic spread as he thought Amara may have been hurt. " are you ok"
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Post by amara on Jan 5, 2011 22:50:37 GMT 2
A scream threatened to rupture from her throat at the sudden sensation of falling. But instead, she swallowed it back and shut her eyes. Maybe this was a bad idea…. And then everything stopped. Her stomach returned to her in one piece. She was still waiting for her brain to come back to her however. She blinked her eyes open. No one was around for some odd reason, at least she couldn’t see any one, “Max,” she looked at him quizzically, “Oh, I’m fine I was just going to ask you the same question.” She smiled, “Maybe next time I’ll actually keep my eyes open,” she giggled, beside herself.
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