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Post by lycan on Sept 19, 2011 4:59:21 GMT 2
Faith stood in front of the gym equipment, glaring at it. Since the afternoon she had been to the movies with her father that had turned into a mini war, she had felt like she was useless and that she needed to buff up her training. Remembering what her father had told her and others, that the danger room was only accessible with a teacher, that left only the gym for her to train in. She just would not be able to use her claws, and she knew she needed to work on some of her attacks with them. Thing is that if she isn’t careful, she could easily destroy this equipment and then she would most likely get kicked out. She actually can’t afford to do that, as she actually felt safe here. Her father was here, and the way he pushed her out of the way of their movie theater attacker only told her that he wanted to protect her. Strangely she didn’t mind that, except that she hoped that he could have known about her 16 years ago. Perhaps that way, he could have come for her and protected her then. Save her from a lifetime of pain and suffering… However, he didn’t know about her and she was raised the way she was.
She stood in front of the punching bag, her fist balled up and she eyed the equipment. She threw a one-two punch at it, bouncing a little on her feet. She was trying to warm up, and move around a little. The only thing she wasn’t getting the benefit of was someone swinging back at her. She knew that if she used the danger room, she would have gotten that benefit from some program. She danced around the bag, her punches getting harder and heavier as the memory of her father getting hurt before played out in her mind again. She didn’t know what to do at that time, only that when she went to go retaliate for him attacking her, her hand was swatted away like an annoying fly. She knew she should have swept his feet out from under him, should have perched on him and shown him no mercy. Like she was trained, but she wanted to be a normal girl. An innocent, normal girl for once. She wanted to be protected, and that feeling had hurt her father.
Faith closed her eyes to stop the tears that wanted to shed at the thought of her misjudgement. She was trained to take down men and targets like their attacker, and she failed miserably. She let herself be lulled into a sense of fake security, and her father paid for it. She landed a punch on the bag, and it rattled rather loudly as it nearly was sent flying off across the room. Thankfully the room was empty in the early evening, as it seemed that the other students deemed it necessary that they needed to eat something before they relax for the evening. She promised herself that she wasn’t going to relax again as long as there were others out there that could harm her father. She threw a few more punches, this time broken up with some kicks. She wanted to unsheath her claws, but she knew that if she did she would only end up destroying the equipment instead. And that would be counterproductive for what she was trying to accomplish.
She wasn’t long into her self impose workout when a scent drifted her way. She was focused and angry, and that was a potentially dangerous combination for whoever had decided to come check in on her. ”A word to the wise, don’t sneak up on me when I’m in this mood. It could prove fatal for you.” She said as she landed some more punches and kicks on the bag. She hasn’t seen her father since they got back from their outting, and she has somehow felt like she had let him down in some sort of way. She wasn’t good with seeking out someone else’s approval, and actually receiving it. She was told she was never good enough, nor would she ever be good enough. And she had taken it upon herself to punish herself in a fashion like this. Beating a poor piece of equipment to atoms instead of eating in an attempt to keep her strength up.
If Faith were to be honest, she rarely had anything to eat since that incident in the theater. She had either locked herself into her room, or barred herself in the gym working out like there was no tomorrow. She had even gone as far as to skip the few classes she had to self train for future encounters.
Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~  TIME :: Some late afternoon/early evening after the movie incident
TAG :: Open
WORDS :: 792
NOTES :: She considers herself a failure for not being able to help her father fight.
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Indestructible by Disturbed
CREDIT :: ABBY!! |
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Post by roflcopter on Sept 20, 2011 4:42:50 GMT 2
This was definitely new for Sebastian... All of this was so different from what he had unfortunately grown accustomed to over the years. He had been treated like a mentally challenged brat whom was insignificant and was nothing but trouble. His parents died when he was a small child and he was forced to go from one foster home to another as each house refused to deal with him for longer than a few months. He had finally been booted out for good and was forced to live on the streets by himself for a few years, trying to fend for his own; a task that proved most difficult and strenuous for a child as young as he was. Only a few days ago, he had been approached by some strange adults who had seen him on the street and kindly took him in, as if they had been looking for him. Little did he know, he was a mutant, and although his powers had never manifested or shown any outward signs, it was always active, thus he had been detected by Cerebro. He was brought here to the mansion where he would hopefully activate his powers in a safe environment and learn to control them, as well as have people around that would actually take care of him. This much made him happy, very happy, though the entire idea of people being around for him to talk to still made him a little uncertain. He had only arrived here earlier that morning, and after explaining it to him, they offered him to go explore the mansion and see all that they had to offer.
Sebastian had walked around for a while before he reached the gymnasium, peering in before taking a step forward to enter the room, looking at all of the fancy machinery that he had not seen before. He had only just walked in when the only person in the room, a small girl that looked to be about the same age as himself, spoke angrily toward him without so much as even looking at him.
”A word to the wise, don’t sneak up on me when I’m in this mood. It could prove. . . for you.”
The girl spoke, but one of the words seemed to stop at Sebastian's ear and was not heard at all, making it sound as if she had simply paused mid-sentence and spoke in a way that didn't make sense. It was not that she had mumbled the word or made it difficult to decipher, but due to the side effects of his unknown mutant gift, there were some words that he was literally incapable of hearing. Sebastian stayed silent for a moment as he tried to figure out what she was trying to say, reaching his right hand up to scratch the side of his shaggy, unkempt hair that was very dirty from his years of street living.
"Um... Prove what to me?"
He spoke in a somewhat confused, harmless tone. His voice was high pitched, not having yet broken from puberty. If she turned around, she would see the brown haired, brown eyed boy standing there in baggy pants and a hoodie that looked to be an unintentional dark brown and black from how dirty and worn they were, covered in a series of small holes. It was obvious this kid was likely homeless for a very long time, and the smell coming from him since he was now standing right behind her would definitely reflect that as well. By the look of it, this kid was harmless, though it was amazing he was still alive when looking and smelling like he did. |
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Post by lycan on Sept 23, 2011 11:42:13 GMT 2
The scent was familiar to her, but not the personal one. No, it reminded her of the short time she was running since she escaped the facility where she was kept at that time. She was basically living off of the streets, stealing what she needed to survive, hunting to eat. She remembered most of her clothes had actually turned black, and then she would get rid of them due to the fact that she had no way of washing them clean. She had to trash them and steal some more. Granted she wasn’t like that for long, and from the smell of things the person who had entered they had been living like that for a very long time.
”Um… Prove what to me?”
Her nose twitched as she tried to sift through the layers of smells coming off of the boy. The kid stunk, sure, but she knew she smelled worse when she first showed up on the doorstep herself. She threw a few more punches and kicks at the bag, making the piece of equipment rattle on the chains, and then turned around to face the kid. Finally looking at the boy, and her nose didn’t lie to her. The kid did look like he had been living on the streets for a long time. ”You could seriously get injured…by me.” She said more angrily than she intended. She was still upset over the fact that she couldn’t help her father when he seemed to need her, and she of course seemed to be a bit upset by this. But if this kid didn’t know her, then she would just seem to be an angry girl.
Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ TIME :: Some late afternoon/early evening after the movie incident
TAG :: Open
WORDS :: 279
NOTES :: Pretty PO’ed, ain’t she? Sorry if it is short, but doing this before getting ready for work.
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Indestructible by Disturbed
CREDIT :: ABBY!! |
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Post by roflcopter on Sept 23, 2011 22:30:01 GMT 2
Sebastian watched her intently as she ruthlessly attacked the punching bag, swiftly striking at it with a flurry of punches and kicks. He was impressed, and jealous, because he was incapable of that kind of physical prowess and talent. Sighing heavily, he just continued to look upon the sight of the girl attacking the object, his mind going back and forth from being envious of her strength to thinking about how cute she was, from the back at least. She then turned around to look at him, letting him know that what she had tried to say earlier was that she would seriously injure him. His eyes widened slightly as his left foot scooted backward a few inches, an instinctive reaction for when someone was preparing to run away from obvious danger. However, his fear was quickly shoved aside with anger instead as he realized that she had threatened him for no reason and it was probably only because she was a mutant.
"Your kind are all the same. Bullying people because you have powers."
Sebastian said she he shook his head, eyes narrowed with disgust. It was the only reason that he hates mutants, because they pushed people around and forced others to do as they wished. Why? Because they were superior and could do so without risk from the humans. Unfortunately, as far as he knew, there were not any other mutants that would stand up against their own kind, as he did not watch the news or see around too much of what was really going on in the world. He was a kid on the streets and only knew how to worry about himself, not having the means or time to see what was really happening in the city he lived in. All he knew was that humans hated mutants because they abused their powers, and so far, this girl seemed to be no different. If this place was anything like his foster homes, which it seemed like due to the wide variety of people within, he was sure this girl would get kicked out soon just as he had. |
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Post by lycan on Sept 26, 2011 5:46:16 GMT 2
Faith was on edge at it shown on her, it even rolled off of her and this kid was in endanger if she was provoked. The animal side of lapped at the surface, and she was trying her best to calm it down. However apparently it wasn’t that easy, as it was screaming to be released so it can slash and dash at flesh and bone. Her fists balled up at her sides tighter than ever actually turning her knuckles white. The attack at the theater and her failure playing in her mind over and over again. She eyed the kid, silently willing him to run out of there, to save his own skin. She then turned slightly to go back to pulverizing the punching bag when her hearing picked up something from him.
”Your kind are all the same. Bullying people because you have powers.”
The feral mutant growled a warning, then turned back to see his facial expression and that did it. Her control slipped just a little bit more, and the distinct snikt could be heard as she extended one set of her claws. She charged at the poor kid, and if she was to make her mark, she would have pinned up against the wall with the hand that still looked normal. She would have poised her sharp, shiny claws at his neck just barely intending his tender skin. She searched his face angrily seeing if he was ready to understand her, and then got into his face so there would be no mistaking what she was about to say. ”Listen here kid. I do not bully anyone. I get angry very easily, just like my father. Of course being raised by Weapon X doesn’t help that part of me, so my feral side lives pretty damn close to the surface. I do not take well to being threatened, nor do I group myself in with others. Why do you think I’m up here by myself while the others are in the dining room eating their meal? It is because I know that it would only take someone to say one wrong thing, and I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. So another piece of advice, kid. Do. Not. Provoke. Me. Understand?” She ground out much like her father would have done after giving someone a warning to leave him alone. She released the boy, took a few steps back and closed her eyes. One could see it was a physical battle for her to calm herself back down.
Faith took some pretty deep breaths, and when she finally managed to push back her animal, she no longer looked like she was ready to murder someone. Another snikt was heard as her claws retracted back into her forearm, and she finally opened her eyes once again to look at the kid.
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Thinking
”Speaking…” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ TIME :: Some late afternoon/early evening after the movie incident
TAG :: Open
WORDS :: 475
NOTES :: Do not call her a bully.
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Indestructible by Disturbed
CREDIT :: ABBY!! |
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Post by roflcopter on Sept 26, 2011 7:03:25 GMT 2
Sebastian had been standing completely still as he watched her, visibly upset by what he viewed as a cruel way of treating others, though it was something that he expected from all of her kind. In a way, he was glad to see her angry, hoping that she was really understanding just how she was acting. Though he quickly realized that this was not the case as she growled and violently pinned him against the wall and held her blades against his throat. The biggest surprise of it all was the claws themselves, finding it very cool that she could hide those in her own arm. Even as she set the razor tips of the weapons against his neck, not even the slightest hint of fear or nervousness were displayed. It would make it seem like he was as durable and confident as Colossus, or simply an iron-willed warrior in a kids body who would stare down the fear of death with glory and honor. However, it was only because Sebastian was incapable of understanding the concept of death, thus he would never flinch at the idea of being decapitated or bleeding to death at the hands of a little girl. Instead, he just sighed at her, worrying of nothing more than a slightly painful scraping, his voice even moer hateful than before.
"Using your freak mutation just to scratch me? Why not use your nails like a normal girl. Oh no, this isn't bullying at all, clearly..."
Sebastian said with another heavy sigh, the sarcasm in the latter of his words extremely obvious. She was bullying him and using her powers to push him around, using her anger as an excuse. She was just like all the others, or that was as far as he would think. |
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Post by max on Sept 26, 2011 21:13:03 GMT 2
Max was walking along the halls. It had been a few weeks since he had hit the gym, it was not important after all his powers meant he would always be in good shape. It would be a week or two before cables new class started. He walked down the hall as a kid bumped in to him. He offered the boy a hand and helped him up. The boy thanked him and told him.
Max walked in and saw faith and some one else arguing then faith pined the boy the wall. max had to acted Some time he wondered if he was her only friend and that was because he was a training partner. He jumped over the gym equipment and garbed her Arm. This could get messy and fast she would happily kill the person without a second thought. " faith he is trying to bait you. Your doing what he wants." max did not know if it was true or not. he did not care. he hoped faith would not kill the boy. If worst came to worst he would throw her or get in the way.
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Post by lycan on Sept 27, 2011 7:17:31 GMT 2
Faith knew her calmness wasn’t going to last long. This kid got under her skin, and when some got under her control like that it wasn’t good for anyone. She was just a gentle breeze away from losing her already thin control. This kid knew nothing about her, but if he keeps up this attitude of his he was going to learn a very hard lesson. The question is will she be able to keep herself from falling into old habits and not put her claws into him? She growled and grunted at herself much like a wild animal would do if cornered, but no one would like her once she is cornered for there were going to be heads rolling. She was going to end up supplying the heads curtsey of her training and harsh treatment at the hands of Weapon X.
”Using your freak mutation just to scratch me? Why not use your nails like a normal girl. Oh no, this isn’t bullying at all, clearly…”
The feral mutant growled a warning at the kid, one that other mutants like her father would understand as a growl of stop before you get hurt. But what made it over the top for her was the tone of his voice, and her teeth grinded in a strong and last ditch effort to keep herself in check. It however wasn’t enough, and she was upon him quickly her claws out once more. She wasn’t touching him one bit, but she was attempting to make him feel like the only way out of that room was through her. ”Listen here, kid. When you have everyday of your whole life end up bruised, broken, bleeding, and nearly no longer existing on the floor of your room slash cell, waiting on your body to heal itself. Then you can come and talk to me about being a bully. Until then, remember that it is taking everything I have to stop myself from following my instincts and training, which are telling me to strike at you right now and not to stop until I no longer hear your heart beating and breath entering and exiting your lungs. I was trained, raised, and beaten to be a killer, murder, and an assassin. Do. Not. Force. Me. Back. To. That. Life.” She said glaring at the kid, her right arm twitching with the effort to keep those claws out of the boy.
The sound of someone else entering the gym barely registered in her angry clouded mind. She wanted this selfish kid to understand something. If he pushed her, he would lose. The scent of the newcomer barely caught her attention as she clearly heard them jumped over the equipment between her and the kid, and the door. Then just as suddenly, she felt someone grab her arm, and before she could stop herself she reacted. She turned, and grabbed the hand that was grabbing her arm. She then continued to pivot further, using her momentum to attempt to flip whoever was seemingly foolish enough to touch her in her current emotional state. Then the voice cut through the instinct, reflex, and training, and she paused in mid-twist to throw him onto his back to which she would straddle the person with her claws poised for a kill.
" faith he is trying to bait you. Your doing what he wants."
Faith’s eyes were a bit on the feral or wild side, and one look into them would tell. That is if the person knew what they were looking at. Her breathing was heavy, another sign that she was very close to losing it. She darted her eyes between Max and the kid before settling them back on her training partner in Cable’s class. ”This kid needs to learn to get off his high horse and attempt to know who he is dealing with before getting upset when I try to give him some useful survival advice when it comes to me.” Her fists opened and closed a few times before she was finally able to relax her muscles enough to retract her claws. Then she put her hands into her pockets in an effort to keep them sheathed, and her hand brushed against the key to her father’s room. Her facial expression changed to one of deep thought and indecisive, as she tried to decide if she should tempt fate and seek refuge there.
Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ TIME :: Some late afternoon/early evening after the movie incident
TAG :: Open
WORDS :: 738
NOTES :: She is no where near calm, and she is thinking about retreating into her father’s private room…
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Indestructible by Disturbed
CREDIT :: ABBY!! |
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Post by roflcopter on Sept 27, 2011 21:34:10 GMT 2
Once again the girl would be on the edge of slashing his throat, snarling and spitting threats and warnings, trying to explain why she was the way she was. To Sebastian, it made no difference, so he didn't really care about hearing it in the first place. She had a temper, relied on her powers to push others away, and tried to scare others. Meanwhile, she would use her troubled past as an excuse, yet in his own eyes, Sebastian's past was just as bad, if not worse. Rather than beg for his life, struggle to get free, or try to fight back, he just sighed with annoyance, once again proving that death was not a concern to him, for whatever reason that may be. Her words seemed to go in one of his ears and right out the other, paying no mind to them and not feeling pressured in any way. He understood her when she spoke of being bruised and such, but the more gruesome explanation of what she wanted to do to him did not make any sense at all. As soon as she spoke about striking at him until his heart and lungs no longer worked, his brow arched and the anger was washed away by nothing more than pure confusion.
"... Sooo, you want me to just lay still? I do that every time I sleep, y'know..."
His response came as soon as she made that threat. At first, his words might sound just as insanely sarcastic and demeaning as his earlier retorts, but if she payed any attention, she would realize that it was not the same. He honestly didn't know that he was threatening to brutally murder him, so he assumed that maybe she was still just talking about more bruising, or just didn't want him walking around. He could not grasp death, but over his years of unintentionally killing numerous critters and animals, he had learned that he could no longer hear or feel a beating heart or breathing in things once they got to that point of 'not moving' as he had learned to put it. To him, death was just when a person decided to lay still and not respond to anything, just like a really heavy sleeper.
He would ponder it for a few moments until another man ran in and suddenly pulled her away, trying to get her to stop what she was doing. After forcing her to stop her near attack, the man stated that she was only doing what Sebastian wanted, which confused him further. He did not want to be attacked and threatened and growled at by that girl. His lips began to part so that he could reply, but then the girl spoke to the older fellow who had interfered.
”This kid needs to learn to get off his high horse and attempt to know who he is dealing with before getting upset when I try to give him some useful. . . advice when it comes to me.”
As he heard that, the same confused expression took over his face, but now some curiosity was nestled within his features as well. Survival was one of the words he was incapable of hearing, as it was merely the act of not dying, and he couldn't not do what he couldn't do... right? Smiling like a kid in their favorite class so they could learn something new, he spoke with no anger in his voice whatsoever now, wanting to know. She was just being angry and now she wanted to give him advice. She sure was nice!
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Post by max on Sept 28, 2011 21:05:09 GMT 2
Max looked at the boy he was ether simple or playing mind games. Clearly he was trying to push faith or he did not just understand but max did not want to find out. " Faith look he may need a lesson but not from you. do you think people will be happy if you cut him up?" he knew if she gutted the man she probably be kicked out. He did not want that after all she was a friend but there was more to it she was dangerous he had seen first hand what she could do. Cable had paired them up in an interesting training situation because nether oft them could hurt the other.
The boy asked what kind of advice. he was pushing it with her. why was he so interested in protecting this strange in truth he did not care about him. maybe he was protecting his friend more than anything. he did not like the idea of her being played. "look you know your risking your life here i would just keep quiet."
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Post by lycan on Sept 29, 2011 22:36:59 GMT 2
Faith’s hand clenched around the copy of her father’s room key. She ignored the biting of the cool piece of metal into her palm, actually welcoming the feeling it brought her. Strangely the key made her felt like she belonged somewhere, like she was wanted, not like she was some weapon or freak whose only purpose was to kill. She was now conflicted as to who she was. She grew up believing that she was an animal who was to do as told and kill whoever she was told, but this key to her father’s room was starting to dislodge that belief of herself. More importantly she was choosing to believe that perhaps her father actually cared about or something. Sure, he was a nice guy and all but she only knew him mostly from her Weapon X file and what little time she had spent with him here in the mansion during sessions and classes. Then there was the outing the other day where he took her to the movies, but that didn’t end up like neither one of them had hoped due to that man attacking them and insulting them.
”…Sooo, you want me to just lay still? I do that every time I sleep, y’know…”
The feral mutant turned to face him her eyes flashing. ”No, I just want you to shut up and leave me the hell alone!” She shouted at him, balled up her right fist and hit the wall just above his head. Her fist left a crater in the wall, and she growled at him to reinforce her statement. She then stared at him intently just so he knew just how serious she was about her statement. Her lips curled upwards into a snarl, and then turned her back on the kid. Her other hand pulled out of her pocket, and she opened the fist to reveal the key she had been holding in her hand. Her skin red and angry with how tightly she was holding it, as if it was a lifeline. Which in reality it was…
" Faith look he may need a lesson but not from you. do you think people will be happy if you cut him up?"
Faith snapped her eyes up and over to Max and grunted her understanding. ”Don’t you think I know that?! It is taking everything I have not to stab him right where he stands, Max….” Her eyes darted over to the boy, no longer anger or upset in them, but hard and cold instead. They lingered on the boy for a long moment, and then darted back to the key in her palm. She felt like she needed solitary, and she was of course warned about her father’s private space from the other students who were brave enough to actually talk to her. But he did give her a key, and she has yet to use it. She had promised herself that she would only enter his room alone when he wasn’t there only if it was an emergency. Like bordering on beserker, feral emergency. The thing was at this point in time pertaining to this situation, she didn’t know if her father wanted her around him after what happened in the theater. She hadn’t seen him since that incident, and she didn’t want to push her luck. She quickly closed her hand around the key, bounced a few times in the air as if she couldn’t decide on walking right out of the gym and marching straight to her father’s room and hiding in there until she could figure out what to do. She only had the need to leave, walk away, before she did something she would regret later. Like mangling the boy beyond all recognition. She lifted her eyes to look at Max, softened just enough to see what she was going through at that moment. ”I have to get out of here, Max. Away from everyone…” She told him quietly, her mind immediately went to the woods surrounding the estate. She wondered if she should just race into them and hide there for a few days. Not tell anyone where she was…
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Thinking
”Speaking…” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ TIME :: Some late afternoon/early evening after the movie incident
TAG :: Open
WORDS :: 695
NOTES :: She needs to get out of there and away from others before she blows up and attacks…
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Indestructible by Disturbed
CREDIT :: ABBY!! |
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Post by roflcopter on Oct 3, 2011 2:21:54 GMT 2
Sebastian's eyes darted back and forth from one of them to the other as the three all exchanged words between themselves. The girl was angry, the guy was trying to clam her down, and Sebastian was just plain confused. At first he was mad too, but now he had no idea what was going on and the girl was even more upset than she was before. The older male that had newly arrived seemed to be the middle-man trying to break up the trouble, which was a good thing. However, when Sebastian asked for advice and the man replied, once again a single word from his spoken sentence would be unheard by Sebastian's own ears, making the statement quite confusing.
"Look,you know you're risking your. . . here. I would just keep quiet."
After he spoke, Sebastian's left brow arched as the other slanted downward, expressing his confusion by what the other man had said. He missed the most important word that would have ensured the warning made sense, so unfortunately it only brought about uncertainty. His soft voice and non-threatening face proved that he was not trying to intentionally provoke a fight, and was honestly missing something here.
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Post by max on Oct 4, 2011 15:38:18 GMT 2
max turn to the kid he was clearly an idiot. " look faith the boys a fool he trying to mess with both of us. Come on let me make you a drink or some thing to clam down or if it will help i can we can go a few rounds some place out side." he gave the woman a freindly smile he did hope she would take him up on the offer. he could not believe how stupid this boy was. " look we both tried to gibe you advice and you insist in playing the fool. I sugest you jsut go and find some one else to bug and hope they are a lot nice than faith.
If this boy had started this one wanda, cable or faith father he would brobaly be pulling his teeth out of teh wall if he was lucky. there was some nasty people here and max would not be around to stop them from beating this kid. "Now i sugest you run quickly."
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Post by lycan on Oct 5, 2011 5:22:12 GMT 2
Faith was starting to breath a bit heavy, the stress of not being able to help her father against that strange man in the theater and the kid that doesn’t know when to leave her alone. She was currently refusing to look at the kid, knowing that if she did there was no telling what she would do. She was on the very verge of going feral, like her father after Sliverfox’s actual death. Right before William Stryker put an adamantium bullet in his head. She purposely blocked out the kid from all of her senses, but she was still tense and angry. She was suddenly reminded of the hands of her handler back at Weapon X, when she was purposely set into this mood. Borderline feral and berserk, just one push to get her over the edge. Not many forces can stop her once that happens…
" look faith the boys a fool he trying to mess with both of us. Come on let me make you a drink or some thing to clam down or if it will help i can we can go a few rounds some place out side."
Her eyes looked at him, her inner struggle clearly seen by anyone who was trained to look for it. Her father would know with just one whiff of what was going on with her. ”I don’t think going a few rounds with you would help, Max. And you know I have foreign chemical immunity connected to my healing factor, unless you can get your hands on some large amounts of alcohol. Just get me out of here before I do something that I will regret.” She responded to her training partner through clenched teeth. Just one more word from the kid, and she knew that she was more than likely to sink her claws into him.
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Thinking
”Speaking…” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ TIME :: Some late afternoon/early evening after the movie incident
TAG :: Open
WORDS :: 309
NOTES :: So close to killing the kid, so angry… Sorry if it is short, she needs to get out of there…
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Indestructible by Disturbed
CREDIT :: ABBY!! |
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Post by roflcopter on Oct 5, 2011 8:51:21 GMT 2
Sebastian glared at the man as he called him a fool multiple times, mentally growling at the fellow. The two then began exchanging words back and forth about leaving, completely ignoring him. He was done with this. These mutants were all the same, a bunch of assholes. They weren't speaking correctly and pausing all the time and not making any sense, yet they were getting mad at him? He sighed angrily as the two were going to leave, so he just shook his head with annoyance, his facial expression and body language proving how disgusted he was with their personalities.
"You mutants are all the same. Why the hell was I even asked to come here."
He said, sighing heavily again as he turned his back to them and stormed out of the room. He would leave the gym, and the building. . .
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