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| Topic Started: Dec 13 2007, 03:16 PM (592 Views) | |
| Rogue | Dec 13 2007, 03:16 PM Post #1 |
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With a book in one hand, the southerner made her way to the roof. Yeah, she knew it was cold out. And there must have been snow on the roof. But that didn't stop her. She flew from outside at the entrance, onto the roof. Stopping to see that there was snow on the roof, she very slowly hovered above it. Moving her food back and forth to make it clear for her to sit. Not really wanting to sit in the snow and have a wet butt. After doing so, she sat on the roof. Looking at the cover of her book, it was a romantic novel. With the man embracing the small women in his big, muscular arms. The ones that she tends to read about the person getting everything to make their dreams come true. Really the only thing that she can do is dream about a perfect life. Something she won't have. But that won't stop her from thinking about what if. Sitting with her knees drawing close to her chest, she sighed softly to herself. Why did she have to be so different? Why did people feel the need to look at her differently? Wondering if this is the best place to be? Or maybe she should just go off on her own. Her head tilted to the side, the girl often wondered what to do now? |
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| Jayson | Dec 14 2007, 02:39 AM Post #2 |
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Place in timeline: Few weeks before Christmas Jayson just had to get away from Violey. She knew her friend meant well but this was driving her crazy. The golden blonde had become her shadow. Everywhere she went the other had to follow. Well, there was one place she knew Violey wouldn't find her. It had taken her awhile but at last she had escaped the watch of the one with jeweled green eyes. Pounding her way loudly up the stairs Jayson hurriedly put on her ear warmers. Where she was headed she would need them. The same went for her puffy blue coat, white leg warmers over her dark leggings, and her snow boots. Being bundled up inside caused the Californian to begin to overheat but in moments she would be freezing. To the roof was where she was headed. Violey would never look for her there. The aerokinetic knew how her friend couldn't stand the cold. So heading to where it would be the coldest was the best idea. Jayson could see the door in sight. In just moments the breezy winter air would be blowing at her red locks of hair. It needed to be dyed over because her sun blonde roots were poking through. Reaching out, a gloved hand turned the brass knob. Once the door opened an invisible shiver followed by real ones went through her frame. This was a terrible idea but it had to be done. With one hesitant step Jayson stepped out far enough to shut the door that kept the warmth inside. How long could she stay out here? Greenish-brown eyes scanned the rooftop. Snow was everywhere. ~Just great.~ At least, though, the red head saw the snow as a welcoming sight. Back home it hardly snowed, if ever. So this made winter here worth it. Also, the peace and quite it brought with it and the joy. Everything about this time of year the stone-turner loved. Something, however, caught her eye. "I'm sorry I didn't know anyone would be out here," Jayson said as she spotted Rogue. "I can leave if you want me to." |
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| Rogue | Dec 14 2007, 04:55 PM Post #3 |
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Deep in her thoughts, she just looked on the grounds of the mansion. How time seemed to fly by. Not really paying attention to everything around her. That was until she had heard someone behind her. Looking back at the voice, she shook her head. "Nah, ya don't have ta leave if ya don't wanna." she said before she thought about it. "Seems like ah aint tha only one tryin' ta get away from things." she smiled a little. It always seemed like the case. If you were out on the roof, you must have been not wanting to be around all those people. It was something about the quiet, calming feel of the room. How you were away from it all, not around all the noise and people's drama that was on the floors below. It was almost like you didn't have to worry about a single thing being out here. Rogue had gestured beside her, "Ya more then welcome ta sit if ya like." she told her before she turned her head forward. Unsure if Jayson was going to leave or not. |
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| Megaton | Dec 16 2007, 04:51 AM Post #4 |
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OOC: Hope you don't mind me barging in here. It's been too quiet lately. Time: The weeks before Christmas. Being on the roof on such a cool, crisp, quiet night with nothing but the grounds and the fresh layer of snow in front of you meant just about everything was audible. Namely so, the dulcet, soothing tones of an acoustic guitar, sailing through the air like a haunting afterthought. It almost sounded ghostly, lifting over the slight hint of a winter breeze to reach their ears. The melody? Terribly haunting, with a sorrowful bend to it. Bluesy -- and Rogue would likely recognize it almost right away as delta blues. It was, after all, the music from her backyard. The Mississippi delta. The source? A glance down along one side of the roof would reveal a tall-looking individual, seated on a wooden bench, with a classic wooden guitar in his lap -- a fair bit isolated from where everyone else would be at this time. Of course, given the time of year, he was dressed warmly -- black wool cap over his head, and a hefty zip-up hoodie over his large frame, completed with bootcut jeans and snow-worthy tan trucker boots. The cold air filled every exhale with condensation -- but that was tainted with the smoke from the cigarette that hung from his lips. Brows furrowed, as he continued to play, eyes closed as he continued strumming those notes. Fingerless gloves gave him all the dexterity he needed. No picks needed here. You can't express emotion with a pick on a string. No words were sung with the song -- just the melody, as he kept on playing. Skip James' 'Hard Time Killing Floor Blues' -- the song was unmistakable. And he played it damn well. Hazel eyes remained closed. Sometimes, when he played, it gave him a bit of peace, to lock out the world and just make music. The transition hadn't been flawless for Duane, but he'd been getting there. More time in the Danger Room, a little more talking time with Ms. Grey -- it was slow going, but it was progress. As much progress as could be made, given his intimidating character, both physically and behaviorally -- and that full-fledged, bristly handlebar goatee-stache he'd grown out certainly didn't help that image. |
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| Jayson | Dec 17 2007, 02:14 AM Post #5 |
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"Ah, thanks," Jayson smiled. Even if Rogue denied her a seat she would have taken one anyways. It was a free roof after all. But being invited to stay meant that there would be no awkward silences or hateful glances on both their parts. This was good thing, because she hadn't really talked to Rogue before. They knew of each other of course but the red head had been helping Violey study for those dratted New York State Regents exams for the last year in a half. Who knew how hard it was to adjust from having private tutors to going to an American school? "But I'm technically not trying to get away from something." she said while walking over to Rogue side of the roof. Once or twice her foot slipped but lucky for her not enough for her to lose her balance. Falling off the roof wasn’t on her list of things to do today. "I'm more like avoiding Violey. You know of her, yes? She's the girl with part of her face black and white." For a moment Jayson stood, towering over Rogue’s sitting form. She seemed to have suddenly gone into deep thought. Then, all of a sudden, a devious smile shared by only a few of the mansion was given. "Hear the music," she stated as she walked quickly and carefully to the roof's edge. By squinting her greenish-brown eyes Jayson could just make out a figure in the distance. The snow was perfect for snowballs. Briefly the stone-turner remembered her first one. It hurt like crazy because someone just had to throw an ice ball at her. Pounding the snow in her cupped hands she was able to make the perfect spherical shape. Yes, just about done she was but suddenly something came to mind. "If you have any problems with me pelting the poor musician than speak up now," Jayson directed at Rogue. However, she didn't give Rogue a chance to answer. Instead, as if asking for permission one more time, she looked at the southern. "You can state your objections while I'll toss this." So, she did. Not to the fullest of her strength though. It wasn’t her goal to knock the poor guy out. The arc was almost artistic as it flew threw the air making a direct hit. ~Poor dude,~ Jayson thought as she quickly returned to Rogue's side and taking a seat. A look of feigned innocence became the red head's mask. What if he could fly or had another way to get up to the roof quick? Even worse, the Californian didn't move as fast as she could have. It was possible that he could make out her red haired head just before she dashed away from the roof's edge. |
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| Rogue | Dec 18 2007, 02:55 PM Post #6 |
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"I'm more like avoiding Violey. You know of her, yes? She's the girl with part of her face black and white." "Ah think ah've seen her before." Rogue thought for a minute as she explained about her. But Rogue didn't know her on a personal level. Then again, there wasn't many that she actually knew on that level that is. "But why ya tryin' ta avoid her?" But then when Jayson pointed out the music, Rogue was trying to think of what it was. "Delta blues?" she said in more like a question. But then she looked over to see what Jayson was seeing. Leaning down to see just who it was playing that music. From what she had seen, she has never met this person before. But then her gaze traveled to Jayson to see her make a snow ball. The southerner smiled to see the snow ball. Hearing her ask if she shouldn't that she should speak now. Rogue started to open her mouth to say something. But the look on her face said she wanted to. Rogue pushed her lips to the side, trying to hold back a smile since she could see that it as going to happen either way. "Well, it won't matter mah objectives since ya threw it anyway." Rogue pulled back as Jayson did as to not be seen last to the expecting person below. "Can he fly?" she asked curiously, "Do ya even know him?" she wondered if she did it because she knew him or because he was an easy target. |
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| Megaton | Dec 19 2007, 04:55 AM Post #7 |
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It was true -- Duane wasn't expecting a snowball out of nowhere. But he was far from a patsy of a target. Maybe it was perspective, but there was a shrinking sense of scale as that snowball neared in trajectory to the guitar-playing mutant on the bench -- and by the time the fistful of packed snow made contact with him, it fluffed away in a minor little crumble of frosty powder, leaving a speck on the back of Duane's right shoulder. A pause -- and a halt to the guitar. He looked over his shoulder, brows furrowing faintly, large hand reaching back to brush away the remaining snow. Initially, nothing clued him into the fact that it was something thrown rather than just a clump of snow that fell from the roof. That is, until he saw the brief twist and flash of red hair up on the roof. Seems the school had a little problem with roof imps. Really, Duane could've made a grand entrance -- launched himself up there and made himself known, but something like this ... demanded a quieter approach. Without hinting at anything, the tall fellow rose from his seat, taking his guitar and walking back into the school. It just looked as if he was going inside, maybe for a moment's warmth from the cool evening. At least, that was how it seemed -- until a window from one of the school's dormers just along the portion of the roof they were sitting at opened up, with Duane standing there, looking at the two girls. "Don't think my playin' was THAT bad," he murmured, a bit of a smirk on his beard-bristled face, crossing his large arms along the window frame, leaning out faintly. |
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| Jayson | Dec 28 2007, 05:16 AM Post #8 |
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“Rogue,” Jayson said seriously. “I’m avoiding her because she is driving me crazy. After I returned from the last mission she hasn’t left my side since. Everywhere I go she has to follow. I can’t even do the laundry in peace anymore. At least, though, she is finally learning how to use the dryer. The washer, not so much,” she finished with a sigh. But after she threw the snowball the time fore small talk was over. “No, I don’t know if he can fly or who he is,” the stone-turner said quickly. She didn’t wish to be distracted long just in case the guy did know how to fly. A few minutes passed then a few more slowly making it seem as though he wasn’t going to retaliate. A false sense of security enveloped her. “Do you know who he is?” "Don't think my playin' was THAT bad," [Duane] murmured. There was no chance for Jayson to hear Rogue’s reply, even if there was one. The closeness of his words was so unexpected. They sounded as though he was either behind them or in her blind spot. Without thinking she jumped into a defensive position with fists raised. This wasn’t the best idea because her boot slipped on a patch of snow. Losing balance she stumbled forward only to catch herself just in time. ‘That was close’ was the thought going through the red haired young woman’s head. There was no way she was going to fall of the roof, tonight at least. Quietly she turned around keeping her fuming surprise mixed with a small amount of anger hidden. He surprised her at that was that? “Your playing was fine. Wasn’t it,” Jayson shot a look at Rogue. She had never heard the tunes before. What did Rogue call them, Delta Blues? “Have you ever heard of a sitting duck?” she asked Duane while looking him straight in the eye with her greenish-brown gaze. He wouldn’t receive the benefit of sneaking up on her again without her guard up. |
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| Rogue | Dec 31 2007, 07:56 PM Post #9 |
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I’m avoiding her because she is driving me crazy. Rogue nodded her head, listening to everything that Jayson said. She was completely serious about it. That seemed like something that would be annoying. Running her gloved hand through her hair to only have it return back to her lap. But it did seem like something that would happen to Jayson. She is a carrying person, one that people could get along with. “Do you know who he is?” Rogue had shook her head from the question, "No, don't know whom he is or when he even arrived here." she said as she thought back, trying to remember if she ever did meet him. "Don't think my playin' was THAT bad," Rogue looked back just as Jayson did to the deep voice behind them. Rogue's eyes widen ever so slightly from seeing the person now up there. What could this guy do? Yeah he is a mutant but what could he do? She didn't want to get hit in the cross fire if they were to have a snowball fight up here. Then again, it would be something she hasn't done since she has been here. “Have you ever heard of a sitting duck?” That was when she raised her eyebrow. Just how was the outcome going to happen. Were they going to toss around words or snow? |
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| Megaton | Jan 5 2008, 04:16 AM Post #10 |
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Frankly, Jayson's little defensive hop elicited a slight lift of Duane's heavy brow, muscled arms still crossed calmly along the wooden windowsill -- and a smirk on his face as she seemed to settle down a little. Maybe his intention was to shock them a little, but not send them off the icy roof. “Have you ever heard of a sitting duck?” she asked Duane while looking him straight in the eye with her greenish-brown gaze. Those hard, hazel eyes of his met hers, though without any aggression -- mostly at ease, actually, which sort of fit the situation Duane was in now. A nonchalant sort of shrug, with his massively-framed shoulders. "... 'course I have," he uttered in his deep baritone. "I just never really considered myself one. Not expectin' frosty projectiles from roofside at this hour." He didn't seem to be searching for a bone to pick with any of them -- more curious at the fact that the pair were hanging out up on the roof. After all, it was just a harmless little bit of snow. Those eyes of his passed to Rogue momentarily, before digging into a pocket of his hoodie, pulling out a pack of smokes. Deftly sliding one from its opened top, he held it in his lips -- and with a brief 'pop' of a spark that seemed to come from nowhere, igniting just past the far end of his cigarette, it was lit, smouldering in the cool winter air. "So you both students here 'r something?" he uttered, really not one for more than a few brief words -- but all the same, conversation came about from it. He didn't seem like the sort who threw words around unecessarily, anyway. |
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| Jayson | Jan 6 2008, 07:41 PM Post #11 |
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Yes, Jayson had taken a defensive position when Megaton had made his presence known. But he shouldn't consider himself special. She always did when someone snuck up on her. Not too noticeably though as she had just done. The reason why was unknown but it had been imbedded into her psyche at a young age. Now, post her first mission, it had taken the step forward to ball her fists. There was no real danger yet so she uncurled them and flexed her gloved fingers. "What do you mean by that," Jayson asked with a smirk. "Everyone is a sitting duck sometime in their lives. Oh, remember at the mansion there are a lot of people with daily habits that may be considered odd to some. Plus, there's always one person up on the roof." Who, though, would stay up here for too long when it was this cold? She began to shiver. Quickly she glanced to look at Rogue. The one enjoying the roof alone before she came up had yet to say why she was up there. Inwardly Jayson wanted Rogue to tell her but she did not pester. "Are you a student?" She asked Rogue instead. "As for me I'm kinda in-between high school and college," the stone-turned directed at Duane. "But of course does that make you a student here," she asked with another smirk. Of course she really didn't believe he was a student. Though, here there was always the possibility. Just before Duane had asked his student question she had seen him light his cigarette without a lighter or match. There was only a 'pop.' The red head had been silent about it until it began to bother her so much she just had to shout. "What are your powers," she asked as politely as she could. "Can you fly?" |
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| Rogue | Jan 6 2008, 08:37 PM Post #12 |
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Her body didn't move, just sat there like nothing was happening. There was no reason for her to be jumpy, nothing seemed to be directed towards her. Not like it should be, she wasn't the one who dropped a snow ball. But why watching both, she looked to see the man before then looking at Jayson then Rogue. The man was larger then both of the girls. Just what was he doing and what was he plaining on doing also. Ready to answer, her greens eyes were off the man and on to Jayson who now asked the questions directly towards her. "Aint a student. Just livin' at tha school one day at a time." was all the southerner said in reply to Jayson and the other person that was up there. But then she looked over at the other person up there. "What about ya'self, sugah? Ya a student? Or just hang around them for tha fun of it?" she smirked lightly, more of a tease rather then anything mean towards him. When she heard a pop and the lighter was now lit, it could only mean one thing. "It seems he can make fire." she said softly, looking directly at him; wondering if he was just going to show them? Or show them what his powers were. Since Jayson and Rogue knew nothing about this person. Not knowing if he could take a joke. Or if he had an odd sense of humor that he was plaining on demonstrating for them. |
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| Megaton | Jan 9 2008, 05:52 AM Post #13 |
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Heavy brows lifted a slight, as those hazels looked to Jayson at her question. "What are your powers," she asked as politely as she could. "Can you fly?" A smirk -- and the tip of his cigarette smouldered faintly with his gentle exhale, mixed with the condensation of his breath on the cool winter air. "Kinda hard to explain," he muttered, looking to both of them. "To put it simply ... I make the air blow up." A glance to Jayson. "And I'm workin' on the flying part. Tried it a few times in the Danger Room." A piqued heavy brow, glancing in between Jayson and Rogue. "You two?" He mumbled in his low, heavy tone, referring to their powers -- if they were willing to share. No, he wasn't about to give an example of what he could do -- that could lead to problems. He could unleash blasts strong enough to tear the roof apart, or splinter a good chunk of the Institute -- and he wasn't about to hazard that. He was on enough rocky ground with the faculty as is. "What about ya'self, sugah? Ya a student? Or just hang around them for tha fun of it?" she smirked lightly, more of a tease rather then anything mean towards him. The sight of Rogue's smirk and her undoubtedly Mississippi accent drew one from Duane's rugged features, pulling his smoke away from his lips for a moment and nodding to her question. "I'm not really takin' classes, in the traditional sense ... so I guess it'd be the last one, technically," he said, giving a simple, flat smile. Really, he looked a bit old to be a full-blown student -- but the Institute was full of surprises. Duane intentionally left it a little ambiguous. After all, proclaiming to the world you're on parole from a max-security penitentiary doesn't exactly win you friends. |
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| Jayson | Jan 11 2008, 12:08 AM Post #14 |
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"Interesting," Jayson smirked. "So basically you make the air go boom. Probably something to do with the conversion of gases," she guessed before falling silent. As he confirmed her suspicion about being able to fly she just shrugged as if it were no problem. Duane's facial expressions were watched carefully as he spoke to them. The stone-turner was trying to judge whether he would retaliate or not for the snowball. Either way, if he chose not to act, the only choice she had was not to bring it up at all. Why did she have to throw it at the lonely musician anyways? Well, of course it had been fun. "You two?" [Megaton] mumbled in his low, heavy tone, referring to their powers -- if they were willing to share. Just as he was not willing to show them his powers Jayson chose not to, either. "I can turn things to stone," was all she said. That statement left out a lot. If he or Rogue wanted her to divulge further into her powers then so be it. Until then she would let them wonder. Truth be told if they did want an example of her abilities the whole stone conversion wouldn't be it. Rogue asked whether he was a student or not and then Duane replied. Both of their attentions were set on each other. This was the perfect chance to give the victim of her snow ball the once over. Alright, he deserved a second look which she gave but that was all. The red head wasn't one to go for the strong guy type. Plus, though she said nothing, smoking was one habit people were better off without. Behind the guy's words Jayson knew he wasn't saying everything. The true reason why he was there had been hidden. She could sense it but, no, once more she played dumb. There was no way she would pester him about it. If she did then he might return the favor. "So how'd ya like the mansion so far," the stone-turner questioned trying to forget the fact she was freezing. Why did it have to be so cold? |
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| Rogue | Jan 11 2008, 04:39 PM Post #15 |
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Rogue sat there, bringing her left gloved hand to scratched the palm of her right hand. Keeping to herself until the person who had the snowball thrown at him speaks up. Rogue looked over to hear what Jayson said that her powers were. The thought of turning anything in to stone reminded her of that lady with the snakes on her head. That old story with Medusa how when someone looked at her they would turn into stone. Atleast you could look at Jayson without turning into stone. Then Rogue looked over at him. "Mah power has ta do with skin contact." she looked down at her hand before clenching it. Then she shrugged before she looked back up at him. If this person didn't know who she was, then with her saying about her powers should have told him. Seeing as there were times people didn't want to be around her for the fear of that. But either way, she said what her powers were. Hopefully no one wanted a demonstration. Rogue looked over after Jayson asked a question. After he answered her question. Rogue thought about one thing, "Ya have a name?" she pointed her thumb to the girl next to her, "She's Jayson." she said then brought her hand and pointed her index finger towards herself. "An' ah'm Rogue." |
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