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| Alix | Jun 5 2007, 08:49 AM Post #16 |
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She smiled, and nodded at Pyro, seemingly accepting at his statements.. ::heey.. I'm not a nerd.. :: She sighed just barely at the use of "doll" though inwardly hid her reaction. A name she still wasn't quite over, honestly, and while Colin meant it in the most harmless of fashions, she couldn't help but drift her mind just a bit. ::wolverine is one of the professors here.. he teaches alot of the fighting classes:: she nodded quietly. ::and he runs really hard danger room simulations. It's really fun, you should try it. If anything, it helps you be able to work against things that xmen face often:: Alix nodded, sincerely giving a light smile. ::A.. playboy playmate? Aren't those like.. in magazines? And Poison.. did they have crazy hair?:: She questioned curiously, only to rather suddenly flush at his comment. ::I ah..thanks. You.. too.:: Ok, so she wasn't the best at compliments- but the fact that she was trying was painfully and obviously clear in the slight confused searching look on her features. |
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| Pyro | Jun 6 2007, 01:31 PM Post #17 |
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"Dat's just scratchin' d'surface, John-Boy. Somma d'shit I'm capable of would seriously leave a lotta peeps freaked out," Pyro let out a laugh, moving to grab a drink from the fridge. “Yeah, I can only imagine,” was his answer, taking a sip of the apple juice now in his hand, both now free of his compendium. With the scare of it being burnt all over, he was quite happy to put it down. John didn’t speak up again until Stretch called those who frequented the library nerds. “Okay, in defense of the non nerds here,” he motioned to Alix and the himself. “Not all people who read books or write stories fall under that category, Mate,” he informed him. “Least of all Alix here,” he gave her a genuine smile. "A what now? A Danger ... Room? 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?" apple juice went flying across the space directly in front of him, Pyro thankful no one was standing within the spray’s path. “Oh wow… oh wow, oh wow, oh wow,” he exclaimed, laughing so hard, tears came to his eyes. “Do you really think in a place like this someone with the codename/nickname of Wolverine wouldn’t be fitting?” he asked, from behind a hand now covering a mouth still letting out laughs every so often. Silence hit then, for about two seconds, when what Stretch has just said sank in again. The flame manipulator had to place his juice down, the question having certainly hit his funny bone. He did manage to note the guy’s surprised reaction to him and Alix not knowing what the Surreal Life was, only managing to rein in his laughter at the mention of the band Poison, and likening Alix to a Playboy playmate. That he honestly didn’t know how to react to, just giving the young girl a look that suggested he would let her answer that one for sure. ::A.. playboy playmate? Aren't those like.. in magazines? And Poison.. did they have crazy hair?:: so, she didn’t fully get what a playmate was… oh how thankful he was for that. He highly doubted she would have reacted adversely had she fully gotten it though. Some of those girls were gorgeous, and to be compared to one of them… well, most average females would find themselves pretty chuffed about that. He caught her blush, hoping to all hell Stretch wasn’t going to form a crush on the young woman he himself was starting to see in a bit of a different light. |
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| Stretch | Jun 9 2007, 06:06 AM Post #18 |
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Seated in a forward slouch that would've been uncomfortable to anyone with a normal segmented spine, Colin gave a slightly more tender smirk to Alix, reaching one of his arms casually around her back and his hand lightly patting her shoulder. "Aww, I didn't mean you, babe!" he said in response, making a little grin and wink to her. "You're too hot t'be a nerd, take it from me. Guys would do freakin' backflips for a girl like you." Sure, he was flirting with her a little bit, but Colin flirted with nearly every girl within eyeshot -- that was just him. It probably didn't mean Pyro took it any better, though. As Alix went on to answer his question about the Danger Room and John reacted to his humorous but genuinely confused comment with a literal spew of apple juice, his crimson-on-black eyes passed between the two, brows lifted in a mixture of realization and further confusion. Collecting his thoughts further for a split moment, his brows lowered a bit, hands raising to draw a quick moment of a hush. "Whoah-ho-ho, hold up here a sec, dere's a guy callin' himself d'Wolverine?" He queried with a perked brow, a stress on the word 'Wolverine' to make it sound more ridiculous than the general concept. "And he's a professor here?" A disbelieving smirk, with his eyes passing between Alix and John. " ... Of what, namin' yerself after animals? Seriously, though, if he starts dressin' up in a mascot suit and starts actin' like he's a fuckin' dog 'r sumthin', dis place oughta seriously reconsider givin' him teachin' duties, y'dig?" He gave a waggle of his brows, finishing off his Pepsi with a long swig. At Alix's mention of Playboy Playmates and the 1980's hair band Poison, Colin pointed right to her, signalling she was right on the money with her second conclusion. "Poison was one of d'prime hair bands of d'eighties," he said, smirking a bit as he raised his hands to mimic the general height of their coiffed and hairsprayed mullets. "Seriously, out to fuckin' here wit' hair. Nothin' but electric shreds, groupies, half-ounces of coke shoved up deir nostrils, and fuckin' cans of hairspray." That smirk of his still stayed on his features as he raised his brows a bit at Alix. "As for Playmates ... c'mon, Playboy? D'world's best sellin' skin mag? Y'got centerfolds 'n pin-up shots featurin' the world's most gorgeous girls in da buff. Nuffin' wrong wit' dat." The light blush of hers drew out a wide grin, brows making a single rising waggle before giving her a wink and a little short 'chk' of his tongue along the roof of his mouth. Stretch didn't seem like the kind of guy to really develop a crush, per se -- rather, he seemed to just be charming in that utterly obstinate sort of way and attract attention to himself -- and with luck, a girl or two. |
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| Alix | Jun 16 2007, 06:47 AM Post #19 |
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For a moment, her gaze shifted between the two searchingly, as if unsure honestly about which action to take. She knew the meaning of words like 'hot.' But backflips for her? well, she wasn't so sure on that. But, by his jovial nature and emotions, she concluded not to read too much into it, and so.. just softly offered a laugh- a bit nervously, but still pleasant. And then, a change in laughter- her laughs, while slightly reigned in from the aloud versions that most offered, were all different.. pleasant, slightly amused.. this time, however- she seemed greatly amused. Probably something to do with Wolverine in a fur suit. She giggled softly, a light tinkling of laughter that was as good natured as it was amused. ::I don't think Wolverine would ever wear a fur suit.. He's just really gruff.. his real name is Logan. He's really tough looking, but he's really very nice... it's just a code name.. like Stretch or Pyro:: she explained, nodding earnestly in hopes he'd understand- or at least... something. At this point she really wasn't sure on what to say, since.. well, the image of Logan in a wolverine suit was just something her overactive mind couldn't shake. ::in the buff.. isn't that.. like.. Naked?:: She almost seemed to gasp at this, her suprise clear as she shifted a bit to look at Pyro before, just barely, blushing even brighter before shifting her gaze directly to the floor. Hey- realizing something like that could be awkward, especially if you were a telepath with access to little more than an explination. The moment she got it, the flood of thoughts occured, and that only made her blush more. In a way- it was awkwardly cute. Her actions were far from what they would've been a month ago, when she probably.. would've just left, not managing to be able to withstand a conversation of this duration. But with the laughter, blushing, questions and overall.. normalness of it, it was clear- the telepath that'd started at the school completely closed off from everyone was quickly becoming quite the conversationlist.. and, rather enjoying Pyro's company. Stretch's too-- but she had to admit, something about Pyro made her feel a bit more happy, a bit more willing to show emotion and have fun. ::People read alot of that, then. I don't think they're the prettiest, though.:: she nodded sagely. Apparently, once Naked, girls, and centerfolds were mentioned, she got the gist of things. |
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| Pyro | Jun 16 2007, 09:55 AM Post #20 |
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"Aww, I didn't mean you, babe! You're too hot t'be a nerd, take it from me. Guys would do freakin' backflips for a girl like yo," and wasn’t that the truth. Despite the fact Pyro knew the guy was flirting, and he hoped to all anything not seriously, the flame manipulator totally and utterly agreed with that statement. It was something that made him pause… he thought Alix was hot. Interesting. They had one of his favourite pastimes in common, books, although, did she write? Well, he’d have to ask her sometime. Stretch’s comment about Logan bought up a sense of protection in Pyro, not liking his comment about the mascot suit one little bit. ~Calm down, John, he’s just making an observation,~ he said to himself, wondering for a brief second if Alix picked up on that thought. He chose to say what he’d said to others who’d never met Logan before, “Mate, trust me when I say, once ya meet the Wolverine, you’ll completely understand why he was given that name a long time ago,’ he elaborated no further as to by who. John soon lost interest in the conversation when it once again turned to Poison and Play Boy. He guessed he wasn’t one of the more ‘normal’ guys, his face more lost in in a notepad while his fingers held a pen to the paper; he’d been too busy writing to bother with the magazines of most boys’ dreams. Alix laughter, and her own explanation of who Logan was gave Pyro the chance to catch her gaze, giving her an appreciative look. John couldn‘t help it, Logan was his mate, and to not feel a little annoyed that someone was saying such things about him… well, that wasn‘t being much of a mate in return. He did see the funny side of Logan in a Wolverine suit though, hoping to all hell the Canadian didn’t somehow hear about this conversation. ::In the buff.. isn't that.. like.. Naked?:: whoa, Alix was embarrassed. The Australian born mutant tried not to chuckle, but couldn’t help it. She looked so cute when she blushed. “Ah, hang on, being a telepath would totally be a disadvantage at times,” he said, winking at Stretch, hoping the guy understood what he meant. ::People read alot of that, then. I don't think they're the prettiest, though.:: Pyro’s eyes glittered with honest cheek, Alix having just given him the perfect opening. “Neither do I,” he said, rather pointedly, looking straight at her. |
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| Stretch | Jun 18 2007, 07:16 AM Post #21 |
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Seeing Alix squirm and blush a bit from the comments drew a wide smirk on his features, giving her another little wink -- he loved putting girls on the spot. Part of the reason why he flirted was to just see their reaction -- granted, he got his fair share of slaps to the face, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. His muscled arms braced behind him, hands against the counter as he leaned his frame back some, heavy brows slightly furrowing as glances were passed between Alix and Pyro once they both explained the details about this 'Wolverine' character. His brows raised as he nodded a bit, seemingly understanding the jist of it. "Okay, I'll take your word for it," he muttered, raising his large hands slightly as if offering a sort of surrender. "But if he starts tryin' to dry-hump me while growlin' like a retard, I freakin' swear, I'm outta here faster den a vegan from White Castle, y'dig?" Really, Colin had little care for what came out of his mouth -- and something told both Alix and Pyro that his Jersey-accented, esoterically abrasive and sometimes-insulting blabber occassionally got him into trouble. Still, in a sense, it was ceaselessly entertaining -- like a car wreck you just simply couldn't look away from. Once Alix thought about the specifics about Playboy, Colin only grinned more, calmly crossing his large arms. ::in the buff.. isn't that.. like.. Naked?:: "As naked as d'day dey came in, babe," he replied right back, crimson eyes lightly glancing over her. "D'spreads are tasteful -- y'know, cheesecake poses. Classic shit, like dem GI's had durin' World War 2." It was John's comment that drew his eyes from her, a brow lifted at his words. “Ah, hang on, being a telepath would totally be a disadvantage at times." A wide, cocky grin, his heavy brows arched in that devil-may-care, self-aggrandizing way. "Depends what y'think of as a disadvantage, John-Boy," he answered, glancing for a second back at Alix as he tapped the side of his head with one of his large fingers. "D'shit in here may not be G-rated, but it's fun, so if she wants to go checkin' out d'property..." A smirk, and a look back to Alix. "... I'm cool wit' dat, just so long as I know about it, babe." The pink-skin mutant leaned back a bit, finishing off the last of his Pepsi before overhearing Pyro's comment, smirking faintly. The kid wanted smooth? He'll give him smooth. ::People read alot of that, then. I don't think they're the prettiest, though.:: “Neither do I." "Yeah, like I believe dat," Colin spoke up with a mutter, turning his head faintly to look at John with a smirk. "So if dat's d'case, Firebug, den what sorta girls d'you dig, huh?" A quick glance to Alix, then back to him, lifting his large hand to point to the telepath followed by a quirked brow. "Whaddabout her? You find her hot?" The smirk he gave Pyro looked like a knowing one -- it was all a plan, a ploy. He could just tell by the way John talked around her and looked at her that he saw something, but didn't say it -- so leave it to the guy who didn't mind taking flak to jump-start the things that couldn't be said. God bless the asshole. |
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| Alix | Jun 26 2007, 10:04 PM Post #22 |
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At the following comment about Logan.. she decided it was best just to not say anything.. if Pyro wanted to address it.. she'd let him.. butShe was already well aware that hopefully.. wolvering wouldn't get wind of this little discussion. ::it's.. ok.. I don't need to read your mind.. I ah.. thank you though:: she nodded- half nervously. Oh, it was a disadvantage alright- Cheesecake poses weren't the worst the world's collective mind had to offer, and while generally.. Alix did an exceptional job of shoving things like this to the back of her mind.. adding in discussions about it seemed to pull it to the forefront. And the two nearby.. well, they weren't helping. Not that it frustrated her, but it sure did make for interesting awkwardness that she.. just wasn't quite adjusted to yet. At Pyro's 'neither do I' she, if possible, seemed to blush even more, just barely offering a light, nervous smile. ::that's good:: she nodded earnestly. She could do this.. she had it under control..But then, Add in Colin's question and.. ::I ah.. does.. ah.. anyone want.. A soda?:: she turned for the fridge. Half afraid of what the response would be- and half curious, and all together unsure of exactly which course of reaction to take. |
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| Pyro | Jun 28 2007, 11:30 AM Post #23 |
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"Okay, I'll take your word for it… But if he starts tryin' to dry-hump me while growlin' like a retard, I freakin' swear, I'm outta here faster den a vegan from White Castle, y'dig?" oh, for goodness sake! That was just disgusting. John chose to ignore the comment, although, inside he felt like decking the guy. It was plainly obvious though that this was just Stretch’s sense of humour, and who was Pyro to judge him on it. "Depends what y'think of as a disadvantage, John-Boy," John-Boy? Well, at least that was better than Johnny-Boy, he’d gotten that a few times, until the look he’d given in return had made those responsible realize that calling him that was so not going to be tolerated. There were just some name lines people should never cross, and another one of them was calling him St. John; yes, it may have been his birth name, but leave out the St, or they’d be finding themselves at the heated end of his flame throwers. John did a double take at Stretch’s question about what kind of girls he liked, his pointed motion to Alix not going unseen, even though he was half turned away, grabbing a banana from the fruit basket. He looked a little shocked, but then just nodded. “And why not her?” he asked. “Alix is prettier than any of those touched up models in those magazines,” the smirk was palpable, and so was the honesty in his eyes. Poor Alix, she’d already been blushing at his previous words, and the mere question from Stretch, now, just after her offer of getting them a soda each, he’d come back with that honest answer. Well, let’s just see what her reaction would be, for that would help Pyro to decide a few things during that moment. |
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| Stretch | Jul 2 2007, 08:44 AM Post #24 |
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::it's.. ok.. I don't need to read your mind.. I ah.. thank you though:: A wide smirk, as he gave a short shrug. "Suit y'self, babe, but I gotta tell ya, you're missin' out big-time." He markedly said back, even giving a little waggle of his brows -- he was really just teasing her a little. Was it even possible for a guy like him to exist -- who could be so liked, yet so hated in the exact same breath? Still, Colin wasn't without his charm -- and though Alix was no doubt a catch, he recognized how John reacted to her, and decided to draw it out of the shy little pyrokinetic, kicking and screaming if he had to. Hell, if Stretch wasn't in-your-face, he wasn't anything. “And why not her?” he asked. “Alix is prettier than any of those touched up models in those magazines.” Really, he couldn't have written up a response better than that -- Colin's rising smirk was a clear giveaway that the boy did good, but, of course, they had to put an act on still. With a faux quirked brow, he looked back to Alix, his second 'index' digit on his chin before giving a little nod, red-on-black eyes back to Pyro. "Figure you got dat right, dawg," he said back, grinning a bit. The kid was going to get some tail tonight, fo' sho'. ::I ah.. does.. ah.. anyone want.. A soda?:: she turned for the fridge. Alix's nervous offer drew a faint chuckle from Colin, waving his large raised hand to turn down the offer. "Nah, I got 'nuff Pepsi in me t'down a diabetic," he said to the both of them, pushing off from the counter with his strong arms, landing on the soles of his feet. He took a few paces to the door before turning lightly on the balls of his large, thickly-soled feet, pointing to each of them. "I'm outta here, peeps, so keep it real," he said back to them, before his eyes dropped to the back of chips on the nearby counter, reaching over to nab one from the bag and munch it down. "D'junk food meter's recharged. Now I just gotta chill off d'sugar buzz, 'n dat's a night." He gave Alix a little wave and lift of his brows before he turned -- but since he was right by Pyro, he gave the flame manipulator a little encouraging and teasing nudge to the middle with his elbow -- a little 'go-get-em' push, complete with a bit of a smirk. After that, he left the kitchen, glancing both ways down the hallway before finding himself and walking out of sight. To say time spent with Colin was an event was really an understatement. [align=center]~~Le Fini~~[/align] |
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