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Moral Hang Time; [Open]
Topic Started: Apr 26 2008, 05:01 AM (175 Views)
Orbital
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Time 11:00 hrs
Date August 8



[ JP: Orbital + Stretch ]

"You ain't got nuttin' on me, white boy! I was BORN wit' d'rock in my hand, and I'm gonna fuckin' school you in how we play ball in dis here court, y'dig?"

Typical banter -- the sort of stuff jawing from everyone's favorite (read: annoying) pink-skinned jersey mutant.

Game time. Roy and Colin, out on the basketball court, shooting some hoops on a warm summer's day -- a rare idle moment between friends, in a time of chaos where their duties as X-Men were constantly being called on.

Colin, in a dark-color New Jersey Nets basketball jersey and shorts -- and Roy, having to represent his home turf as a result, in a dark green Seattle Supersonics jersey to go with his Adidas track pants.

A clash of the titans.

Peering with his red-on-black eyes, Colin made a pivot, trying to glance over the shoulder of the defensively-stanced gravity manipulator -- and making a weave to the side.

But Roy was wise. A swift motion of his arm, batting the ball back -- with Colin barely able to recover, having to take a few steps back.

A smirk.

"No dice, my friend," Roy taunted right back, arms out to his sides, working to get every vantage point to block that usurping orange ball. "Shut down, like your attempts with the ladies on Friday night."

A step pivot back -- Colin worked free, in the other direction a few steps -- before letting fly a shot, hitting the three-pointer with nothing but net.

"Yeah, well, at least I try my freakin' luck, unlike someone here who will remain nameless," the pink-skinned mutant shot back, pointing to Roy before smirking. "I mean, fuck, man, I know you're steady 'n all wit' Miranda, 'n she's fuckin' beautiful, but ... come on! Live a little, get out dere 'n get d'freakin' inevitable left hook in d'face 'cuz she's not inta ya, huh?"

Roy only smirked, retrieving the ball and passing it back over to his friend -- before Colin pointed at him again.

"For d'record, I'm up by four points, so you better start sayin' your prayers."

A short dribble of the ball -- Colin worked to get into the zone, but once again, held up in the same defensive stance, with his back turned to Roy.

Yes, it was just a game -- but Roy's real reason for playing was to get his mind off of everything that had been going on.

Sentinels. Curfews. Crackdowns. Growing anti-mutant sentiment. Politics. All of it weighed heavily on his head. He was always the type, to put more responsibility on himself than there needed to be ... to shoulder a burden that didn't need to be carried by just one.

But he did.

His focus returned back to the game, as Colin worked, to gain a bit more room -- before finding a quick bit of space, making a pivot to charge to the net.

Roy's kohl eyes followed -- and he darted back, attempting to catch his quick buddy, managing to slightly come between him and the net.

By this point, Colin was fully dedicated into the leap -- arms back, with that ball in his grasp, about to go for the slam dunk.

But something happened.

The look in Roy's eyes was all ... wrong. And, in his attempt to block the shot, the gravity manipulator instead ended up shooting poor Colin, clear across the court in a split-second, with tremendous gravitational force -- and straight into the opposite basketball net, wrapping the stretchy mutant around the steel pole like a rubber band.

He didn't look to be in pain -- but Colin was clearly in shock, eyes peering to his buddy -- a blank expression on his face.

" ... Roy, what d'fuck?" He uttered out, eyes narrowing in a bit of confusion.

A pause. Roy steadied himself a bit -- and seemed just as surprised, before making a sigh, and walking across the court, to help untangle his friend.

"I'm sorry, Colin ... just been under a lot of stress lately," he seemed to mutter, crouched by his friend.

If his powers flared up like this when he was stressed, it was a lucky thing Colin only received this -- from a guy who could manipulate something to the effect of 600 tonnes of gravitational energy.

From a mutant who nearly bested Cyclops' record in the Danger Room training programs ... if not for a matter of three days.

It was still a sore point with Roy.

Always wanting to push himself, to the very limit.

It had the potential to take him to great heights ... or to the darkest of places.

"Look, dawg, we're all fuckin' on edge wit' dis shit," Colin said to his friend, giving a smirk -- in surprisingly good spirits, for someone wrapped around a metal pole quite unceremoniously. "Jus' chill, alright? I don't want you doin' dis to someone who ain't gonna be as forgivin'."

A smirk. A nod, from Roy -- but nothing could ward away that worry.

Reality was here to stay.
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Quicksand
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The sound of a basketball dribble attracted the Mexican mutant to the courts to see what was happening. A literal "sandman" as some people would sometimes refer to him, Diego Salinas was currently looking for some peace and relaxation from the chaotic world that was happening away from the mansion. Despite Xavier being gone for about two years now, he still felt that he needed some of his guidance. That bald man was the one who changed his violent and gangster lifestyle into one of value. He was the one who invited Diego into the X-Men and he was grateful but he never got to say thank you. While he and many in the mansion missed him, they still continued to live.

Diego was wearing a white tank top and some blue shorts with no shoes on. His hands were in his pockets as he leaned against a pole on the opposite side of the basketball court observing the stretchable pink mutant and the gravity manipulator play their games. Diego's brown eyes saw the intensity and heard the remarks said but he simply observed for now. Though Diego was quite sociable, there were times when he wished to simply be alone and watch everything around him. Even in calm and peaceful times, Diego's eyes often shifted around observing his surroundings and making note of all as a permanent trait from his days as a gangster since the number one rule of gangs is to always know whats around you since you could be killed when you least expect it.

There came a certain point in the game when Roy used his powers of gravitational control to send Colin flying directly towards him. Diego jumped out of the way as the pink mutant was wrapped around the pole. Despite seeing Colin, also known as Stretch, use his power, it still surprised him how he was able to do that. He looked towards the stretchy mutant and saw that he was all right though shocked. Roy walked over to their side of the court and helped each other, both of them completely into their conversation to notice Diego at the moment. Diego looked to both of them with serious faces and then walked over to help untie Colin. It was still strange for many people to believe such a kind and helpful person such as Diego had such a violent past.

"Yeah, cause we don't want to have to dig a grave for you" Diego said to Roy in response to Colin's last comment with a smile on his face.

He wasn't sure where to start as Colin was tied up pretty good but he looked and found a spot to untie.

"Wow, Roy. So this is what stress can do to a guy, huh? Damn, holmes, you tied 'im up good. Other than being tied up, you OK, Colin?"
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Orbital
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[ JP: Orbital + Stretch ]

It didn't take very long to unwrap Stretch from the basketball pole -- after a bit of freeing up, he was able to untangle some of his own limbs ... but the arrival of Diego certainly helped.

"Yeah, cause we don't want to have to dig a grave for you" Diego said to Roy in response to Colin's last comment with a smile on his face.

The gravity manipulator made a bit of a smile, a short nod and conceding lift of his heavy brows on his rugged features, as he stood to his runner-clad feet.

"If that's the case, dig it nice and deep -- I've got a tendency of making things rise up," he uttered in a bit of dark-humor joshing, with a smirk on his features. "What's goin' on, Diego? Everything cool so far?" A glance to the pink-skinned mutant, who was rising to his feet, giving his massively-muscled, stocky shoulders a bit of a flex. A smirk -- and Roy shook his head.

"Really gotta watch my strength -- but, hey, how many point guards wish they could do that?"

Roy's brow lifted, casual smirk lining his features. Typical of the gravity manipulator's steady, slightly-distanced, humorous and faintly cynical personality -- but it was Colin who seemed to really click with Diego's use of lingo.

Hell, both of them were from the streets. It was about time the Jersey mutant found a peer of some sort.

"Wow, Roy. So this is what stress can do to a guy, huh? Damn, holmes, you tied 'im up good. Other than being tied up, you OK, Colin?"

Colin's grin was as wide as ever, in that cocky, unabashed sense -- he gave a nod, giving Diego a homeboy fist-tap, both up-high and down-low.

"I'm rock-rock, ese, dey don't make 'em as tough as me anymore, dat's a fact," He replied right back to Diego -- hell, the use of 'ese' would likely win him some points -- and why not? When he used to roll with the Aces back in Irvington, there were a lot of young 'cholo' wannabes -- and the mannerisms were just too easy to pick up.

Roy glanced between the two, giving a smirk.

"Yeah, my powers ... tend to fluctuate and act up a bit when I'm under some stress. They've been ebbing and peaking lately ... haven't really known why. I think I just need a vacation," The gravity manipulator uttered -- to which Colin gave a dismissive, short 'pfft', glancing his red-on-black eyes over to Diego.

<Man, he's not kidding -- we all need a vacation,> Colin said to Diego, in near-perfect Spanish ... well, aside from his pronunciation being a little rough, and his Jersey accent poking through on some words. <Roy here's one of the cooler cats. Guys like Cyclops ... you couldn't unwind them with a monkey wrench.>

A healthy dynamic.

Hanging with these two could be a bit of fun.
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Quicksand
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The sand powered mutant gave a short nod but he still sort of shrugged his shoulders showing something of indifference.

"Yeah, I guess. I'm a bit bored though, eh." Diego said with his accent of a Mexican from Los Angeles obviously heard.

The Mexican mutant looked towards the pink skinned mutant rise and stretch showing how his body was built. Even though he had seen Colin various times before and understood, to an extend, his mutation, he still didn't understand how he was this muscular. Well, it was probably one of those unsolved mysteries. Other people probably still didn't understand Diego's powers either so he let those thoughts slide. He looked and his constantly observant eyes noticed his comical motions. Despite how he may seem, Colin was indeed a funny guy. What caught him off guard was of Colin's use of the fist pound traditionally done between his homeboys back in Los but he went along with it with a sort of sense of pride that another knew of their mannerisms. His speech designated that in his past, he had experience in dealing with vatos.

Rock, ey? But you did know that sand can crush rocks and make sand from them, right?" Diego said in a similarly joking fashion.

Diego had a smile on his face but behind that smile was actually a mask as he covered an inner pain. A perfect disguise unrecognizable by others. The memories of Los Angeles and all the horror and pain he had committed instantly entered his brain. The part of him that often felt quite inferior rose as he believed he was too weak minded to help anyone and that there were more better than him. His flash of sudden emotions stopped as he heard Roy speaking. He understood his stress perfectly and slowly nodded as the mention of vacation was heard. His brown eyes shifted to Colin as he began to speak in Spanish, other than a few strangely pronounced words, it was well said. He gave another nod.

"De acuerdo con eso <I agree with that>" Diego said in his obvious fluent spanish "Si, ese vato a estado asi por anos. Ni creo que lo he visto reir <Yes, that guy has been like that for years. I don't think I've even seen him laugh>"

"Well yeah, Roy. That would certainly be a good idea but, look around you, ey. With all the loco things that have been happening, I don't think we'll get a vacation anytime soon. Damn, holmes, also those humans would probably do something and we'll have to save their asses which would cut our vacations short."
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Orbital
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"Yeah, I guess. I'm a bit bored though, eh." Diego said with his accent of a Mexican from Los Angeles obviously heard.

A faint smirk lifted Roy's features, as the basketball that laid just past the side of the court began to levitate and drift towards the gravity manipulator -- orbiting his form twice, before he held out his hand and halted its rotation, simply having it spin in place, hovering about an inch or two above the palm of his hand.

"I can't have that happen, when we've got some b-ball on the go," he uttered, before quirking a brow and looking to Colin.

"How 'bout it, Colin? Up for some '21' to make our homeboy here feel a bit more welcome?"

The pink-skinned Jersey boy snatched the orange ball, dribbling it a bit before looking to Diego and giving a nod.

"I t'ink we can manage dat, huh?" he spouted to his gravity-manipulating friend, before tossing the ball in a straight pass to Diego.

"Rock, ey? But you did know that sand can crush rocks and make sand from them, right?" Diego said in a similarly joking fashion.

The wide grin on Colin's unique features widened a bit more, giving his arms a flex.

"Dawg, you can't hope to crush dese rocks even wit' a high-powered sand-blaster. Dis..." A pat to one of his biceps. " ... is 100% effort, concentrate."

"De acuerdo con eso <I agree with that>" Diego said in his obvious fluent spanish "Si, ese vato a estado asi por anos. Ni creo que lo he visto reir <Yes, that guy has been like that for years. I don't think I've even seen him laugh>"

The reasoning, behind the fact that Colin's Spanish was incredibly capable? He did work as a wrestler and luchador south of the border for a few short years ... and, while not the most cultured, a boy's got to do what he needs to get buy, especially with the local ladies.

<If he laughed, my friend, I think his head would explode,> Colin joked back, making another smirk.

"Well yeah, Roy. That would certainly be a good idea but, look around you, ey. With all the loco things that have been happening, I don't think we'll get a vacation anytime soon. Damn, holmes, also those humans would probably do something and we'll have to save their asses which would cut our vacations short."

That smile on Roy's features fell a little flat, into a wry sort of expression. Kohl eyes directed to the concrete of the basketball court, before returning to Diego, making an accepting nod -- and letting out a faint sigh.

"Wouldn't doubt you there for a second, Diego -- I didn't sign up with the X-Men for the free cruise package, I think that much is clear," he uttered back. " ... No, the Tom Collins' on the deck'll have to wait until everything cools of a little. And judging by how things've been in the last few weeks? ... I'm not pre-booking my ticket just yet."

Did Roy have a sense of duty? That much was clear ... it shone through, as if he shouldered the responsibility personally. But in the same vein, judging by his tone and attitude -- well, he wasn't the typical optimist who did this sort of superhero work. He was a bit cynical, incredibly grounded, fairly deadpan ... and his general attitude towards humanity?

It wasn't exactly immaculate.
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