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Strange bedfellows..; Synch moves in to his new dorm.
Topic Started: Apr 7 2008, 07:07 PM (679 Views)
Titan
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“Listen Vince. You can rest easy now. I’ve broken my body more times than I can count so pain and injury isn’t much of an issue for me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not looking to break myself in half only push my own boundaries.” Synch turned and looked at Vince seriously for a moment. “Accidents happen. I know I’ve been in enough of them.”

Vince? Only his closer friends called him that, but at the moment he didn’t want to lecture Synch any further. Everett seemed kind enough, if a little…misguided? The Russian-American wasn’t so sure really, but what he did know was that his sister would have been in love with his roommate if they ever got to meet.

“Seriously though. Have you ever thought of playing professional football? You could make loads of cash. I could manage you I got the contacts in professional sport to take you all the way to the top.” Synch grinned and dropped his arm across Vince’s shoulders and looked at the wall imagining their names in lights. “Imagine it. A crowd cheering your name as you run onto the field. Your own personal battle ground. A girl on every arm, parties every weekend, Cars and more money than god.”

“I haven’t, no…I’m not one for sports very often.” Vincent paused, glancing at the arm across his broad shoulders in mild surprise.

He smiled a little at the idea of money. Maybe when he was older he would consider it—that was, if the government didn’t pass some sort of bill banning mutants from sports that they would excel at naturally. It would be nice if he could someday buy a house for his parents in the country away from the overcrowded city, and maybe even bring his father’s family to the US if they wanted.

But football? He remembered the jocks at his school. They had all seemed quite brain dead most of the time. Some were nice though. The football coach had hounded Vincent for a few weeks before the young man had told him that he had no interest in participating in the sport. That had been before his powers had manifested, but he shuddered inwardly at the thought of playing on a field with everyone watching him. Losing control in such a public setting would have been disastrous.

“You could be a real celebrity, a legend in your own life time. Wouldn’t that be a good life accomplishment.”

“You should talk to my cousin,” Vincent shook his head as the dream faded. “She’s the celebrity. Natalia’s…something else.”
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Synch
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Synch was grinning like a fool now. He pulled back from his roommate’s personal space and fell back onto his bed before propping his hands behind his head and closing his eyes for actually having a bed that was finally his. The thought of how much fun he could have with his roommate was to enticing to ignore but there seemed something genuinely innocent or honest with him. As much bravado as Synch put out there he was as insecure and self conscious as any teenager, he just hid it better. Being a showman he had too since no one liked a whiny celebrity and being a teenager he’d worked harder than anyone to make a name for himself.

“Sorry about that. I guess I miss the spotlight.” Synch admitted with a shrug. The thousands of adoring fans, the attention, the danger and thrill of it all had weighed heavily upon him when he’d first been banned from participating in any competitions but slowly Synch had managed to move on or so people thought. The past few years of his life still occupied his thoughts and it always brought a sly smile to his lips if it didn’t make him sad that he’d lost it all because he was a mutant.

“You want to go get something to eat. I’m hungry from lugging all the boxes around. How about it?” Synch wanted to make a good first impression but from the obvious hesitation he thought he detected from Titan he had failed miserably but no matter time was on his side.
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Titan
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Vincent breathed a mental sigh of relief when Everett pulled away from him. Looking at the other boy curiously, he tried to imagine what it would have been to live like a sport’s hero with a vast fortune to his name.

Life would be so much easier for his family. College wouldn’t have been an issue, for him or for his siblings, and his father could go to Russia as many times as he wanted. And with his powers, Vincent wouldn’t have had to work very hard at all—in fact, his powers probably would do most of the work for him. Yet as easy as that all would be, he knew better. What he had worked for since a young age wasn’t wealth or glory. He was content without those things.

“Sorry about that. I guess I miss the spotlight.”

“It’s understandable.”

“You want to go get something to eat. I’m hungry from lugging all the boxes around. How about it?”

“Yes…something would be nice.”

Vincent loved food. It was a side-effect of his mutation, and made him perfectly happy to eat enough to satisfy three people. The cafeteria staff knew him on a first name basis because of intense Danger Room sessions with Mr. Grey-Summers. He usually darkened their doorstep with wide eyes, and was pleased to eat anything they put in front of him.

“I forget what’s for lunch but it’s sure to be good.”

They left, together, and Vincent smiled inwardly.

Fin.
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