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The Munchies; [CLOSED]
Topic Started: May 23 2007, 06:59 AM (547 Views)
Stretch
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Yeah, it was just a dream, but it stuck with Colin for a while. It really felt like Darla was insisting he come to this place, this ... institute.

But she couldn't, right? After all, she was in a coma -- irreversible, according to the doctors. She wouldn't have any high-level brain function for the rest of her life.

The second Colin laid eyes on the place from the cab, he had his doubts. A Jersey boy like him didn't belong in upstate New York, let alone a hoighty-looking mansion in the middle of some fancy-ass estate.

It just wasn't his scene.

But he held his tongue and went in, telling himself that he didn't come all this way just to go back to Irvington. He talked to the headmistress -- a bit of a babe, really -- and got all the paperwork filled out.

So here he was at Freak High, taking a few high school classes that would fit in a schedule -- saw his dorm, set down his bag, and to make a long story short, got lost trying to find the pisser.

Yeah, things were starting off great.

It was late now -- about ten minutes to one. No one was up -- at least, Colin didn't think so. So with the utmost care, the utmost silence and stealth, he slid out of the guy's dorm in nothing but his PJ sweat pants.

The mission? Food. Midnight munchies, in a bad way.

The kitchen wasn't too hard to find, thankfully. His crimson irises seemed to shimmer in the dark, that wide smile on his features, teeth glimmering like something from the Cheshire Cat.

On with the light switch.

With a slight smirk, he made his way over to the large fridge, opening the door while leaning in, scoping out just what was there to eat. Those unique eyes scoped out a potential meal -- leftover potato salad, two pieces of fried chicken from an unfinished Mega Meal, a bottle of Pepsi, and a few packets of jumbo Slim Jims in a freezer bag with the word "Logan" scrawled on it.

Hell, if they wanted it so bad, they wouldn't leave it in the fridge.

So there started the feast, as Colin gathered his hodge-podge meal in his bare, muscled arms, letting it on the nearby counter as he hopped back, sitting on the counter's edge.

"'Bout time dis place started payin' off itself," he uttered, more to himself than anyone, that thick Jersey accent rising from his tone.

Here's a keeper.
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Generally, there really wasn't many up at this time. But.. well.. Alix wasn't most people. With a penchant for late nights and general thinking time, the frail looking telepath could often be seen wandering the halls.

Today had been no different. Quietly wandering about with that general emotionless- yet pleasant- look spread about her features, most.. just tended to let her be. Well, recently she'd been talking more, slowing becoming more social.

Nothing like a nice school to make the past seem less terrible, and more livable. Of course.. there were points when she'd still remember- and there were times where she questioned herself being here. Nevertheless, she was still here, and wouldn't leave.

So, she wandered about. Finally, ironically after the time Colin had made his way, Alix found her way into the kitchen. Quietly, she wandered in- strange eyes hovering around the level of the tile floor as seemingly, at first, she didn't notice the strange mutant.

However, eventually- you couldn't miss something as obvious as someone else in the room, regardless of how differnt their appearance. Really, apperance never much seemed to affect Alix, who's soul focus seemed to reside in a persons mind.

Quietly- she simply nodded to Colin, not quite one hundred percent sure if he'd be ok with telepathy. Soon, however.. she wasn't much for quiet. A change that had recently come over her- the will to talk. Regardless.. eventually, she always seemed to speak now, finding herself more comfortable here where telepathy was at least accepted generally. Sometimes viewed with suspecion.. but it was only natural to be unsure about a person who could, within reason, take a glance and find out a person's deepest darkest secrets.

::Ah.. hello...:: she didn't say much, but hey-- she was at least talking. A few weeks ago, someone would've been suprised to hear something come out of the quiet girl's mouth.
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The thing about being a manipulator of flame… no outdoor or even indoor lighting was really needed, if one was awake enough to concentrate. If the new occupants to the kitchen were to look out the patio door, through the glass, they would see what looked to be a flaming wolf sitting on one of the picnic table seats, seemingly reading over something on the table. If one knew who it was that chose that particular manifestation of his powers the most, they would realise Pyro had to be sitting on its other side.

St John Allerdyce even gave his fiery creations some form of free will, or at least the ability to act like real wolves… inquisitiveness and all. The one lighting his compendium; on yet another late night muse hit, where he’d suddenly woken up with the best ideas and just had to write them down straight away; suddenly titled its nose a little too close to the paper for Pyro’s liking. It was late, he wasn’t exactly sure he’d be able to stop the ‘animal’ from setting fire to something that so easily burned as his writing pages.

“Ah, no,” he said, the wolf instantly following his direction and sitting back. It was a sight to behold really, and anyone who didn’t know this was a school for mutants might be a bit freaked out. “Holding up the laser, its barrel pointing directly at the alien’s head,” Pyro whispered the sentence he was writing, his mind way ahead of his actual pen. “I should do this on a computer or something…” tapping the pen on the pad he gave that some thought, soon shaking his head. “Nah, I write better free hand.”

The wolf howled softly, as if agreeing with him. “Oh come on,” he grinned. “Ya only agreeing with me cos you’re my creation,” he said, chuckling softly.
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Stretch
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Sitting on the counter, in a partly-crouched position with his forearms resting over his knees, Colin began to sort through his hodge-podge meal, nabbing a spoon from the nearby drawer as he popped open the lid of the potato salad's Tupperware.

The nosh-fest had begun.

By the time Alix had just entered the room, he was nearly halfway done, mid-gnaw on a handful of Logan's Slim Jims. His eyes watched as she slipped into the kitchen, his every motion paused for a second before he casually continued to chew, still watching her.

If she used her telepathy, she'd no doubt hear the question in his head -- "What's she doin' here?"

The nod met his stare, followed by a slight smirk -- he munched down another jerky stick, heavy brows rising as she spoke, smirk widening.

"'Sup dere, babe?" he said, his tone the sort that seemingly couldn't be phased out, dripping with that thick Jersey -- or in this case, 'Joisey' -- accent. "You got d'late night munchies too, huh?"

He hopped off the countertop, grin on his features as he held out one of those Slim Jims to her. "Here, rip into a Slim Jim," he offered, resting his elbow against the counter's ledge as he leaned against it. "Dere's more 'n enough t'go 'round."

Out of the corner of his eye, though, Colin noticed something -- another source of light, warmer than the bright fluorescence of the kitchen's overhead. His eyes widened and brows rose again as he looked over to the deck, spotting Pyro there with his living fire-wolf.

Really, the sight startled Colin initially, and caused him to jolt back a half-pace on first sight -- but one brow lowered as he stood there, inquisitively looking out the patio door as he sipped his Pepsi.

"Holy shit, you guys got flamin' dogs here 'r sumfin?" he uttered out, more as a general statement to the girl who's obviously been there longer than he has, even passing a momentary glance to her. "Dat's fucked up. I mean, dat's cool, sorta, but it's also pretty fucked up."

He smirked a bit, looking to Alix as he lightly nudged her playfully with his elbow. "Not sumfin' d'Orkin man's willin' to take care of, huh?" He joked, grinning a bit as he stood there, leaning back against the counter as he looked out over the patio.

Truly a gentleman for his times.
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::not much.. ah.. thanks:: she nodded, and quietly took the slim jim- a little uncertainly, really.. but still pleasantly. While she wasn't much for mushed up cow organs made to look like muscle tissue.. she wouldn't refuse an offer of food, and so quietly.. took a bite, pleasantly nodding her head.

::I'm Alix.. it's nice to meet you:: she smiled politely, still speaking with her telepathy before shifting her gaze outside. Halfway, one would wonder why she wasn't talking like normal day to day people.. but then, she had her reasons, right? She didn't look the sort to go about messing with people just because she could, and really.. it was more than clear that while she was pleasant.. she lacked a real understanding of humor and messing around with people. She was.. for lack of better defintion.. without real seeable emotion. Hints, subtle changes in tones.. that was about all she provided. Anything more? well, that was just pushing it.

Just barely, she jumped at the dog outside, only to just lightly smile. There wa sa slight difference to this smile, a sort of pleasantness that came from seeing someone who a person wanted to see again. Aparently, Alix enjoyed Pyro's pyrotechnics, and his company. Or at least, the prospect of his company.

A Sci-fi writer? She hadn't realized that Pyro was a writer, and quietly.. inwardly.. she smiled at this, happily glad to find out that by default, he'd enjoy reading too. Couldn't be a writer without liking to read, right? She looked towards the fire dog.. curiously analyzing it. That was neat, really.. a very cool way to demonstrate power. At least, she thought so. For a moment she lost herself into thought, analyzing various aspects of things she'd previously not realized before finally- a few minutes later- responding to Colin's question.

::I bet they wouldn't:: she laughed, shaking her head quietly.. ::But that's pyro.. he makes fire stuff.. he can make it do whatever he wants:: she nodded earnestly.
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Calmly, he crossed his arms over his bare, muscled chest, attention passing between the sight on the adjacent patio and the surroundings of the kitchen.

The place seemed fine enough, for something that sounded so hoighty.

"Alix, huh?" Colin said, a brow lifted as he smirked and looked over to his right to her. "Name's Colin, babe, but people call me Stretch." Nothing about her speech caught him as strange before, but as he looked to her, he noticed she was talking ... without moving her mouth.

His eyes widened, and he blinked, just casually turning his head to look back out to the patio with that stunned expression staying on his crimson-on-black eyes. His thoughts? Probably something along the lines of the fear that "Sweet Jesus, she's in my head, she's in my head!"

Obviously, not one familiar with telepaths.

Still, there was no real reason to raise any alarms -- and as she talked about Pyro's abilities, he looked back to her, brows lifted in interest. "Dat's a pretty kick-ass power, yo," he said, pointing lightly with his three-digited hand to her. "And I take it you got dat crazy mind-shit? I mean, I'm just guessin', from the way you're talkin' 'n all."

He hit the nail on the head, in laymen's terms.

A smirk lifted his unique features as he turned back to the counter, munching down a piece of fried chicken. "As for me," he muttered out, mouth partly full, "I got dis wonderful mug on top of a few other skills. Ain't readin' minds or makin' flamin' dogs, but it's all good."
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::yea, I have crazy mind shit:: she agreed quietly, repeating what he said politely. she gave a silently pleasant smile before shifting to look back outside.

::stretch? does.. that have something to do with your powers?:: She questioned, pleasantly and curiously posing the question. Far from a pushy person, or the most.. observant at things blatantly in front of her, she simply wanted to know, so asked.

For a moment, again, her gaze still shifted outside, Quietly and nervously debating on saying hi. Complicated thing, saying hello.. at least, for people like her.. who weren't really all that good at things like "hello" or.. "hey, how's the weather?" At least.. it seemed, when it concerned Pyro. Not that he made her uneasy, persay.. but she seemed to concern herself a great deal over 'what to say to pyro' more than usual, at least.

::Hey.. ah.. nice fire.. dog.. thing.:: she spoke into his mind. ::we're in the kitchen:: when he turned- she just barely waved.

She turned her gaze back to Stretch- or Colin- and gave a pleasant smile, somewhat nervously. ::I'm sure it's just as good as messin with things with your mind.. or having fire powers.:: she nodde
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::Hey.. ah.. nice fire.. dog.. Thing… we're in the kitchen:: he was absorbed, so absorbed in what he was doing, and concentrating on keeping his light source there and flaming, that when Alix’s voice broke into his head he nearly had a heart attack, turning to look past the wolf, catching her wave, but unable to immediately answer it cos his creation had reacted to his shock, jumping up on the table and growling. Thing was, the fire touched the paper in his Compendium, and if Pyro’s heart wasn’t set on protecting the words on the page, and his power wasn’t to control fire, the last couple hours of writing would have just gone up like that.

“CRAP!” he yelled, loud enough for more than just those in the kitchen to hear him too. Waving his hand, and narrowing his eyes at the wolf, John dissipated every last flame on the table, including his light source, now thrown back into complete darkness, so he couldn’t see what damage there was to the pages. “Damn it!” he cried, not in the least bit blaming Alix for it. Perhaps if it were anyone else he might say something… but… not Alix.

If anything, he reprimanded himself for not being more aware of his surroundings, physical or mental for that matter.

Moving over to the patio door, John didn’t mean to seem as if he was ignoring the two in the kitchen as he came in, walked straight over to one of the counters and held his pages up to the light. He just needed to make sure he hadn’t lost… “Oh thank you!” he exclaimed, noting the charred remains of the bottom half of the last page… fortunately, his last bit of writing had been at the top.

Turning to the others finally he stared at little at the pink mutant, then grinned to himself. ~Why am I even the least bit surprised?~ he asked himself. ~How long have ya been here now?~ He smiled at them both, “Heya Alix. Ah, could ya do me a favour next time… try not to give me a heart attack,” he said, chuckling so as not to make her think he was annoyed with her. “And ah, we haven’t met,” he added, looking at Stretch and holding out his hand. “Name’s John. Pyro’s preferred.”
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Stretch
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The whole concept of knowing exactly what someone was thinking rightfully wasn't something Colin was used to -- but growing up around a foster family of mutant kids meant that he was used to seeing all sorts of abilities.

Trust me, when your younger sister can shoot tentacles out of her spine, reading minds didn't exactly come as a huge shock.

::stretch? does.. that have something to do with your powers?::

He quirked a heavy brow and glanced out the side of his eyes at Alix, that ubiquitous, almost cocky smirk still on his features. "Sure does, babe," he replied back to her. "Dey wouldn't call me dat if it didn't, now, would dey?"

A slight snert of a chuckle -- and, after mildly uncrossing his muscled arms, Colin gripped his left thumb in his right hand, tugging it and stretching it out effortlessly like it was made of rubber.

"It ain't my only power, and I can't really do d'whole Mr. Fantastic deal, but it comes in pretty handy sometimes," he said, brows lowering again, that cocky smirk still with him. "Makes gettin' knocked 'round not so bad."

Judging by his attitude and manner, it probably happened more often than not.

Just as quickly, Colin released his thumb, the appendage snapping back into shape as if it were made of rubber. It had quite a crack to it -- enough to move his heavy brows in a slight wince and shake his left hand slightly from the sting.

His attention turned to John, still outside and gathering up his slightly-singed story-in-progress. As he entered the kitchen, Colin's brow quirked slightly, frame leaning back against the counter again.

Once his hand was offered, he took it in a firm shake -- no doubt just an unintentional hint at his strength, judging by his physique. "Pyro, huh?" he said back with a smirk, Jersey accent not abating an inch. "S'cool, dawg. Name's Colin, or Stretch -- either way, I know who you're talkin' to, so s'all good."

He pointed back outside, generally to the area of the patio where he was just a few minutes ago. "Dat was pretty cool shit right dere ... y'ever think of doin' kids' parties?" he said, giving a wide grin. "I mean, I don't mean no offense 'r anythin', but dat can mean some pretty good cheddar if you're all, 'Holy shit, kids, it's flamin' critters! Sure beats the rabbit-outta-the-hat routine, huh?'"
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Suddenly, she bit her lip, quietly inwardly kicking herself for the spring-on telepathic comment that she'd directed at John. SHe should have realized that it'd startled him.. and that jjumping into people's minds wasn't exactly the best way to say hello. Even if she'd tried to make it as barely intrusive as possible, it was a hard thing to do- especially with voices popping into your head when supposedly alone.

Her attetion, however, didn't stay on that for long. She wasn't so rude as to abandon a conversation, and so quietly observed Stretch, half laughing at his response to her question about his nickname. Hey, not everyone's regarded their power.. well, kind of.

She sighed, quietly.. looking towards Stretch as she nodded at his comment. ::that's really neat:: she nodded towards his thumb, though caught the brief glimmer of pain.

When Pyro entered, she looked downwards, quietly feeling bad about the startling of him, and the burning of the lower part of his page. When he exclaimed the thank you.. she relaxed a little. At least she hadn't destroyed his story, right?

::I'm sorry:: she nodded earnestly- she really was sorry. It was habbit now, really.. to not really think all that much before talking. At least, not about startling people. She'd gotten comfortable here. In part a good thing- but.. in cases like this.. well, not so good.

And then Colin's remark. She laughed, just barely finding the imagry of that.. amusing. Pyro at a 10 year old's birthday, pulling fire bunnies out of hats..
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"Pyro, huh?" he said back with a smirk, Jersey accent not abating an inch. "S'cool, dawg. Name's Colin, or Stretch -- either way, I know who you're talkin' to, so s'all good," John leaned his head to the side, closing the compendium, as he tried to place Colin’s accent. “Stretch…” he said, losing himself in the many possibilities that could have gotten him that nickname.

He laughed outright at the pink skinned mutant’s next observation. “Ah, yeah, I am sure the kids’ parents would pay to see a mutant entertain their precious babies. Ya ever been in a house full of mutant haters, Colin?” he asked, unable to help the tiny bit of malice that crept into his voice. He’d been there and experienced that many times, in different ways, and didn’t ever want to go there again. Although, now being at the school that was teaching him to respect all, mutant or homosapien, it was going to happen again, that much he was sure of.

Least the next time it did he wouldn’t end the lives of those taunting him with a concentrated fireball so powerful it rendered flesh and bone to ashes in mere seconds.

He glanced towards Alix, realising she was probably picking up on both the feelings and the images in his head, so quickly tried his best to change the direction of his thoughts, her ::I'm sorry,:: enabling him to do so quite easily. Putting down his compendium, Pyro walked over to the young girl, sliding his right arm around her shoulder. “Hey,” he said, “it’s okay. Can’t count the times I’ve startled someone when showing them my power, or using it thinking no one else was around. Is real hard to deal with when it’s someone dead scared of the best element in the world too."
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With a crooked arm just behind and to the left of his frame, Colin stood by the counter, watching John as he took in the information.

“Stretch…” he said, losing himself in the many possibilities that could have gotten him that nickname.

A smirk, accompanied with a nonchalant but cocky lift to his brows and a raising of his shoulders and forearms in a slightly self-aggrandizing shrug. "Name sorta stuck ever since I was a kid," he said, crossing his arms a bit after giving a general thumb-point gesture to Alix. "Like I said ta Alix here, it don't really explain all what I can do, but dat's just what stuck."

Taking his left fist in his right hand, Colin gave Pyro a little example, wrenching his arm around and around like a screw and tugging it to stretch it out a bit before releasing it, causing it to unwind and spring back into shape. A wide, cocky grin lifted his features, partly waiting on John's general reaction.

It could be a little shocking, no doubt, but there was no doubting how unique his powers were.

The light bit of laughter from Alix at his comment drew his gaze from the corners of his red-on-black eyes, a slight grin at his mouth. John's comment back, however, snapped his attention to the fire-controlling mutant with a quirked brow.

“Ah, yeah, I am sure the kids’ parents would pay to see a mutant entertain their precious babies. Ya ever been in a house full of mutant haters, Colin?” he asked, unable to help the tiny bit of malice that crept into his voice.

A half-smirk docked on his smile, brows lowering a bit, just in a casual expression. "Can't say I have, man," he said, before squarely pointing up at his own, unique, and rather obviously mutant features. "Den again, it ain't like dey'd let me in through da door in da first place, y'know? Some of us just don't blend in too great."

It wasn't easy, growing up with a mutation as obvious as Colin's -- he couldn't count the times Friends of Humanity thugs chased him through the neighborhood in a very real threat to lynch him.

If Pyro was trying to escalate his joking comment with a bit of one-upmanship, it was a very real wake-up call for the fire-controlling mutant.

All the same, Colin knew better than to push the issue further. He didn't want to start off on the wrong foot here, and instead left things there, seeing as how John was now talking to Alix. Smirking a bit at their cutesy little momentary cuddle, he sipped his Pepsi again, shifting back to sit just at the edge of the counter, one of his large, bare, three-digit feet resting on the back of a nearby chair, tilting it back slightly with his leg.

"So, since you two've been here longer den I have, what's dere ta do 'round dis joint?" He asked, that naturally abrasive tone in his Jersey-accented voice. "Unless dis is, like, some experiment in muties livin' together like The Surreal Life."

Lightly lifting his large hand, Colin pointed to John. "If dat's da case, den you're C. C. DeVille," he uttered, then pointing over to Alix with a wide smirk. "And you're Andrea Lowell."

Yes, Colin's sense of humor was a bit of a trip into esoterica and sheer random pop-culture reference -- entirely light-hearted and never intended to be taken in any vein of seriousness.
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Alix had remained quiet for the most part through their discussion- finding that she didn't quite want to get involved in the greater half of it. Pyro's vague thoughts didn't exactly help either, and she couldn't exactly keep that laughter. Well, she could.. but she felt slightly bad for it.

But, when Pyro's arm moved around her shoulder, she shifted a bit, looking back towards him with a pleasant, thankful nod. :;that's true.. I'm just glad I didn't destroy what you were working on:: she nodded- deciding for the moment, she'd keep her 'suprise I know a bit more than others' talents to herself, and instead, work on changing the subject. Before she could, howver, Colin seemed to give her some sort of incentive.

::there's alot.. the library is really neat:: she gave a pleasant nod- almost happily. ::there's lots of really good books. The danger room is neat too:: Well, mention books or becoming better with your powers.. and Alix was all about talking. Seemed, really, that was all she did- except, of course, randomly wander about the school.

::What's the Surreal life? and who's Andrea lowell?:: she could've just found out-- but then.. well, she was trying to -not- do that anymore.
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"Name sorta stuck ever since I was a kid… Like I said ta Alix here, it don't really explain all what I can do, but dat's just what stuck." Pyro just nodded, not ready for the reality of one of the meanings behind the codename. “Oh geesh!” he cried, watching with wide eyed fascination. “That is just creepy. Cool, but creepy,” he said, with a grin.

"Can't say I have, man… Den again, it ain't like dey'd let me in through da door in da first place, y'know? Some of us just don't blend in too great," was there a hint of possibly being able to relate to him there? Perhaps Pyro and Stretch had a lot more in common than first thought. He had a very valid point about his appearance. It was a lot easier for mutants like him, with no apparent mutation to announce them as a mutant, to walk around, blending into a crowd. Someone like Stretch, however, well that bright pink skin and those eyes he swore he’d seen somewhere before were a dead giveaway.

"So, since you two've been here longer den I have, what's dere ta do 'round dis joint? Unless dis is, like, some experiment in muties livin' together like The Surreal Life," okay, now Pyro was lost. He didn’t watch much TV; when he did it was mostly Sci-Fi stuff that he either enjoyed or wanted to get ideas for his stories from. "If dat's da case, den you're C. C. DeVille… And you're Andrea Lowell."

:;That's true.. I'm just glad I didn't destroy what you were working on:: John chuckled. Little telepath know it alls… of course, in Alix’s case that was meant in the most affectionate of ways. At the mention of the Danger Room in her thoughts to Colin, John grinned. “Oh yeah, specially when the Wolverine’s running the program,” he agreed, feeling a little less stupid when Alix soon admitted she too had no idea what the Surreal Life was.

“Yeah mate, I’ve heard of that name C.C. DeVille, but ya’ve really lost me here,” the flame manipulator wondered, looking at the teen with obvious curiosity.
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Seeing Pyro's little fascination with his display brought that cocky grin of his from ear to ear, heavy hairless brows lifting with his hands and arms held out at his sides in a nonchalantly cocky expression. He pointed one of his large, three-digit hands at the flame-manipulating mutant, giving a flippant single-exhale of a chuckle.

"Dat's just scratchin' d'surface, John-Boy. Somma d'shit I'm capable of would seriously leave a lotta peeps freaked out," he said, idly glancing to the chair as he used the sole of his foot to lightly spin it in its off-balance camber.

His nickname of 'Stretch' -- yes, it had a lot to do with his powers, but judging by his personality, it also made sense in that his character was a bit of a stretch -- slightly over-the-top, with an abrasive tone and an oft-offensive sense of humor.

No doubt he had lots of experience in stretching other peoples' patience. ((XDD))

In the little while that he'd been here, it didn't seem that there was much for Colin to do in this school -- that was why he asked. He wasn't quite expecting Alix's answer, however.

::there's alot.. the library is really neat:: she gave a pleasant nod- almost happily. ::there's lots of really good books.::

Just the mention of the library as a place to cure boredom was met with a sarcastic, incredulous, and disbelieving expression on Stretch's part, one brow lifting faintly as his red-on-black eyes darted between her and Pyro, another flippant breath of a chuckle leaving him.

"Uh, no offense, doll, but I don't exactly go to d'library for a good time, ya know?" he uttered back to her, trying to lessen his smirk into something of a bastardized, diplomatic smile. "I mean, no offense 'r anythin' by it, but peeps who hang out at libraries for fun are third-degree nerds."

A Jersey boy to the very core -- the words 'third' and 'nerds' came out sounding more like 'thoid' and 'noids'.

Still, the last bit of Alix's statement and Pyro's annendum to it caught his interest.

::The danger room is neat, too.:: “Oh yeah, specially when the Wolverine’s running the program.”

"A what now? A Danger ... Room?" Colin replied, raising his hand slightly in front of him as a non-verbal hush -- a method to get the pair's attention. His crimson-colored irises passed between them both as his brows lowered in some curiosity, the drawn-out way he said the words 'danger' and 'room' hinting that this was something entirely new to him. "Why, what goes on down dere? ... And the fuck's a wolverine doin' in it? Shouldn't it be, y'know, hangin' wit' its buddies up north in the crazy-ass Canadian lumberjack forests?"

The look on his face was innocently curious, in a blatantly ignorant sort of way.

But it was their comments about The Surreal Life that caused Colin's jaw to drop slightly.

::What's the Surreal life? and who's Andrea lowell?:: “Yeah mate, I’ve heard of that name C.C. DeVille, but ya’ve really lost me here.”

At first, he grinned with an open-mouth smile, as if expecting it to be a joke. "You're jokin', right? C'mon, The Surreal Life."

But after searching both their faces with his eyes, his jaw dropped faintly and that smile faded. They seriously didn't know what he was talking about.

"Don't tell me you don't know nothin' about MTV's literal armpit of a reality show!" he said, tone almost musingly frantic, his eyes darting between their expressions and getting nothing but blanks. Conceding a quiet and utterly inconsequential defeat, Colin let out a sigh and looked upwards faintly before looking to both of them, a slightly-bemused expression on his eyes as he explained it all to them.

"Basically, The Surreal Life is where dey get all dese washed up, B-list celebrities like Vanilla Ice 'n dat midget from Austin Powers, 'n put 'em all under one roof to see who gets along 'n who doesn't," he muttered out, looking to Pyro first and pointing to him again. "C.C. DeVille's d'former guitarist for d'eighties band Poison."

His pointed finger turned to Alix as he smiled a little slyly. "And Andrea Lowell's a former Playboy playmate. Leggy, stacked blonde wit' a figure dat could stop traffic 'n turn it d'other way 'round."

Lowering his hand, Colin smirked to Alix, giving a little wink. "Though, personally, babe ... I think you're a step-up from dat."

No doubt Stretch was charming, in that over-the-top, utterly despicable sort of way. Alix may get the sense that these sorts of lines were common with all the girls he hung out with -- but, then again, what girl wouldn't like hearing something like that?
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