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Post by flamethrower on Jul 3, 2011 6:27:21 GMT 2
This couldn’t be happening. With eyes sizing down into a pair of slit Aubrey Connor observed as a burning-tall building began to roll and crumple down to kiss the dirtful ground. Ashes and smokes were scattered like dusts. The air was becoming thick and suffocating, causing several people to rapidly cough as they limped their ways outside of the nearly scorched apartment. Firefighters were everywhere and grasping a chunk of a large hose as they attempted their best to tame down the roaring orange-to-red flames. Whimpers and cries of pain and fear escaped those unfortunate ones whom were hurt. She bit her lower lip so hard it almost felt as if blood was about to leak out. No, not again. This tragedy had started with a mere nightmare. Nightmare filled with images of burning school, screaming students, and wounded innocents – they were atrociously piercing, causing Aubrey to stir and slur uncontrollably in her slumber and it seemed like, as the images began to crunch into something worse, her powers started to become out of control as well. As soon as her eyes sprung open, she was instantly met by a heart-wrenching sight of flames licking and consuming the almost-run down building.
Numerous curses slipped out of her lips. There was a blanket draped over her petite figure, given by one of the kind fire-fighters, covering her nearly slumped shoulders. He was baffled at first because she appeared to come out of the fire safely without any harm, though ended up asking no inquiries. Much to her delight. What was she supposed to say? ‘Oh, I had a teeeeriiible nightmare, which caused me to lost control of my super epic fiery-powers!’ Right. He’d probably think that she was insane. Sighing, Aubrey swept up her hand in attempt to fix her disheveled blond locks: her face was tainted with dusts and several spots of ash. Her clothing was safe and secured, big thanks to her heat-immunity. Grunting softly under her breath, she stepped backwards before plopping down on the hard concrete, her lips puckered as her smoky-hazel colored eyes resumed to watch up the scene.
Great. Nowhere to live now. Fucking fantastic. |
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Post by bobby on Jul 3, 2011 20:57:12 GMT 2
Bobby had been woken up by Charles, Charles had sensed a fire mutant in the city loosing control. Charles had sent Bobby to try to control the situation.
With the professor's description of tue girl, it was easy for Bobby to find her. "Hello miss, my name is Mr Drake, may I have a word?"
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Post by flamethrower on Jul 4, 2011 3:12:28 GMT 2
There was a sudden voice. Masculine, thwarting her absentminded train of random and unecessary thoughts. Pressing unclean slender fingers on the rough and scruffy blanket that engulfed her shivering form, she allowed her gaze to advert up, seeing as one unfamiliar figure began to approach, out of darkness and illumanited by fiery lights. Speculations brewed within her head. Cop? No, his apparel and stance was too casual for a cop. Thin eyebrows furrowed in curiosity as her ears picked up his statement – his introduction. Mr. Drake. Didn’t ring any bell. He wanted to talk. Her knuckles were clasped in alarm, her eyes seeking for any sign of suspiciousness - mind contemplated, pondering possibilities for nearly half a minute or so. Nope. He appeared to carry no harm.
Her shoulders motioned a shrug. “Sure,” pushing small feet against the pavement, she straightened herself up onto a standing position. She crumpled the blanket into a ball, roughly tucking it within one crossed arm. Eyes trailed back towards the figure, looking up at him, expression showing nothing but pure curiosity. “What is it?” |
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Post by bobby on Jul 4, 2011 4:51:41 GMT 2
Bobby watched the girl's body language, she was tense, scared, and maybe a little confused. It was normal, Bobby remembered when Scott came up to him in his cell that fateful day, he'd felt all the same things, Bobby was sure Scott was there to question him about that night, sure he was going to a lab to be studied. "I want you to know your not in any trouble, I'm not here to ask you about what happened, I'm not even here to make you talk to me, I'm just here for you."
Bobby led the girl out of earshot of any bystanders, he wasn't going to pry he was just gonna listen to her, and when the time was right, Bobby would show her his powers and about the school.
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Post by flamethrower on Jul 4, 2011 6:22:36 GMT 2
Arms engulfed her petite figure and fingernails pressing against her skin, she allowed her own senses to swallow more scents – the suffocating smokes, the dry ashes, sweats and blood dripping down to mingle the dirts on the ground. The thought was unnerving. She was the cause of this small yet horrendous calamity, one that destructed and melted the building, scorched the flesh of numerous residents. Guilt launched and clung itself in the back of her mind. Guilt, heavy regrets. Neck craned, she cast her attention away from the scene, unable to bear more of wrenching feelings. The young man spoke again, his statement almost etched past her ears, almost. She managed to catch some words that slipped out of his mouth. “For me? Wow. Isn’t that very sweet of you,” the remark blurted with a hint sarcasm lacing. “and random too, if I may add,” usually, she was a laid-back and enthusiastic person to converse with, but at this point her mind was clouded with too much darkness, disappointment and again, seemingly endless guilt.
She strolled alongside Drake, the self-hugging becoming more tighter – the atmosphere was a little cold tonight, adding more of depressing mood into the already gloom situation. Sighing, she looked back at him, eyes and features briskly softening, jaw unclenched and eyebrows unfurrowed. “I did it,” why was she confessing this? She wasn’t sure, she might regret this later but.. she wasn’t even freaking sure, extreme emotions were wheeling inside her head. “It was me who burned the building. I… I didn’t mean to do that, I just, I don’t know, I,--” shutting her eyes, she halted her stutters. “It was an accident.”
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Post by bobby on Jul 4, 2011 20:59:01 GMT 2
Bobby could tell the girl, who was older than him, so he should probably say woman, was nervous, confused and a little surprised, that was normal. Bobby fixed the collar on his brown leather jacket, gosh he was hot, but he had to wear his cat suit under his clothes in case the woman had still been inside, but now the fabric was clinging to his skin, and making him uncomfortable.
Bobby already suspected what the woman said next. That was why he was here to try to make sure it wouldn't happen again. "It's okay accidents happen, but with the proper training you can learn to prevent incidents, and when you are in control of your powers you will feel so much better."
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Post by flamethrower on Jul 5, 2011 5:43:59 GMT 2
Pause. She halted in her tracks, the softened cautiousness beginning to emerge again. Her muscles tensed and her teeth pressed against each other – powers. He mentioned powers. She wasn’t certain if the word had seeped out of his lips intentionally or not, but he knew. She tilted her chin upward, locking piercing gaze with the taller but seemingly younger male, thin eyebrows narrowing down to form a look of urging accusation. “I didn’t say anything about powers,” she shot numerous of glances around, ensuring herself that there were no curious eyes observing the two. She no longer had home now, if she were to be chased by those mutant-discriminaters, she wouldn’t be able to hide and shelter herself anymore. The prospect of living on the streets and sleeping in the dingy and cold alley-ways again caused the pyrokinetic blonde to scrunch up her face into a grimace.
“How did you know?” she, once again, urged the male – her eyes coated with alarm and hints of a subtle threat. “Who are you?” inquired she, stepping close to him before lashing one hand forward to the direction of his chest, in attempt of pushing hard his torso against one wall and trapping him, hoping to brew more intimidation. Ensuring there were no unecessary audience again, she stretched her other hand aside, flames erupting and covering its palm. Its bright intensity illuminating in the dark. “Who are you,” she repeated, raising her flamed fist close to his face. “and what exactly do you want from me?”
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Post by bobby on Jul 5, 2011 14:17:21 GMT 2
Bobby realized he'd spoken too soon, he'd spooked the woman. He'd moved a little too fast, but it was ok Bobby had prepared himself for this. And still he was just repeating the day he'd been recruited.
Bobby took a deep breath and prepared himself for the physical assault, he would not say anything until she used her powers. Bobby didn't have to wait long until the woman's hand burst int flames.
Bobby felt the warmth of the fire on his cheek it wasn't too warm, he'd probably have no issue with suppressing it, the Woman was frazzled and not in control of her Powers. Bobby reached his hand out until it was over hers, and then he proceeded to try to put the fire out. Bobby felt the ice crystals collecting on his hand as he tried to freeze the fire, ice was also forming on her hand, and the poof the fire went out.
"My name is Bobby Drake, and I am here to see if you'd like to join a school for people like us."
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Post by flamethrower on Jul 7, 2011 17:50:35 GMT 2
She grit her teeth together, clenching her grip on the man’s collar with one hand, while the other hazardously lingered close to his face. This flame could incinerate and thaw the boy’s pretty features in any second of she wanted to, just amplify the heat, escalate it to the highest notch, and then grasp his flesh, scorching it to ashes – but the problem was, she didn’t want to. She was a good person, perhaps a little snarky and reckless yes, but never truly the one with malicious-like intents dripping on mind. Inhaling a deep breath, the southern woman shut her tight as tight as possible, her breath ragged. Control yourself, she nagged inwardly, control the anger. Her flamed fist suddenly wobbled, as if it was writhing in agony as Drake placed his own hand over hers, causing hazel gaze to elevate up in confusion, if not a complete shock. Icy crystals formed, extinguishing the flames and creeping over to her skin. “Oh, god. What are you doing?!” she yelped, yanking her arm away from him, witnessing incrediously as the ice was now covering half of her curled knuckles. So he was a cryokinetic. Wonderful. The blonde crooked her gaze back to him, eyes still in alarm, but somewhat softened, the fact that he was a mutant calmed her temper down – could still be an evil mutant, though.
Bobby Drake. That was the boy’s full name. She craned her neck and cocked her head, a constant habit of hers that would occur whenever her curiousity began to brew. His next statement baffled her, a school? She scowled, a school for people like them, he most likely meant the mutant kind. “Seriously?” a disbelieved eyebrow was arched, portion of her cautious mind was half-expecting him to burst out and shout that he was merely telling lies, and his true intention of being here was to capture her for some sort of an experiment attempt or something. Nope. He was serious. “Alright, Drake. You got me curious. Tell me more about this school,” she demanded – popping noises began to erupt, small crystals thrown out of her previously frozen hand, as she lightened up her ability again. Not to attack him, though – the offer was intriguing and she wanted to know more. |
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Post by bobby on Jul 7, 2011 20:57:15 GMT 2
Bobby had over done it a little, he probably didn't need to freeze her skin. But Bobby's show had gotten her to listen, and that was all he needed, an open audience.
"My mentor Charles Xavier runs a school for mutants, the purpose of the school is to teach Mutants to control their powers, so that they can peacefully coexist with the humans. The secondary purpose of the school is to train a team of mutants who will help reign in out of control mutants, and protect humans and mutants alike from mutant caused incidents, because we believe it is better for mutants to handle mutant problems. When I first came to the school I was reckless and had just accidentally frozen a boy in ice, now I am fully in control of my powers, and am still developing new skills."
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