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Moving In; Open Tag
Topic Started: Jun 3 2008, 04:06 PM (235 Views)
Desperado
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Location: Dorm room Assigned to Jacob.
Date: May 13
Time of Day: Afternoon, around 2ish.

There had been a lot to take care of this past month, after his vacation had ended. First, he had to decide whether or not he was going to stay. It actually hadn't been that easy of a decision. A lot of things had to convince him before he decided to stay. The first was whether or not he could just go back to his job, knowing full-well what the mutant hysteria was like. After checking his mail and his messages for the ten days he was gone and finding nothing from any of his friends on the job who normally would have sent something, he made up his mind on that call.

The second had been whether or not he could just ignore this again. There was no way. He had seen the reports of the Sentinel Battle last month. It had been brutal, ugly, and it was, by far, not the last one, or the most unpleasant. Idly, he wondered how he could have not seen it before now, not seen the brutality. He wondered if there was some type of conspiracy to cover it up. A few days after he had had that thought, he had dismissed it. There didn't need to be a conspiracy to hide anything from him, or from anyone for that matter. Humans, and mutants, always ignored or rationalized what they couldn't see in front of them.

Butcher never said it better. We're all ostriches, and the whole world is sand.

After he had made his decision, he had to find someone to sublease his apartment, and after that had to put his things into storage. It had taken him most of the month to find someone to sublease, and then he'd had to take out a loan to pay for the gas bill he racked up while moving between New York and Westchester and moving all of his stuff into storage. It wasn't that much of a loan, but it was still a loan, and had taken days to process. Well, at least he could pay his credit-card bill at the end of the month.

So, now he was officially moving in. He had only three things of luggage, and only two of them were suitcases, the other being a duffle bag. So Jacob didn't have that many clothes. He was a construction worker, you don't need that many clothes.

The only other things he had were three plastic storage units full of books and DVDs. These he moved in last and set down on the bed, crossing his arms on top of the last one he set down and laying his head down. He went through all that he had to do today in his head. He had to patrol the perimeter fence and make sure that it was secure. He had to reconfigure the camera feed to operate on a two-second time delay. No telepathic invisibility was getting by his cameras. They could make themselves invisible to his eyes, but they couldn't affect what had already been recorded. And then he had to restart his bolas training in the Danger Room, and then he had to make a few more bolas. Oh, he also needed to ask Scott about getting a mini-gun to mount on the roof. He knew that he wouldn't get it, but it would make Scott more lenient towards letting him get a shotgun.

((open tag, come pick on the new guy))
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Samantha Carter
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The past month had been something the art teacher wanted to put in a small box and just hide away forever or possibly throw in the fireplace back in her old apartment complex. Her willingness to come back and become one of the mentors and/or teachers to Jean and Scott's rule was only done to save the children and nothing more. She already knew how powerful the two were separate or together so keeping thoughts of wanting to run away were always put somewhere that she could only hope was never discovered. In the back of her mind, the feline wanted to believe that Xavier's dream was the correct approach, but the safety of the children was even more precious. The confusion of her decision started to trigger the nightmares that had fled her mind since her sessions with Jean on a more private matter. But since they're change, those sessions stopped.

After taking the time to clean brushes and tidy up the art room from yet another fiasco of painting walls instead of canvasses and making art out of clothing, Sam was a bit tired and strolled her way down the darkened hallway towards her room. Running her hands through long brown locks, the feline was about to turn the corner and reach the room with her own soft mattress and inviting pillow when an unfamiliar scent traveled across her nostrils. Stopping dead in her tracks, the mutant just stood taking it in and trying to determine the validity of the smell. No one was allowed to leave the mansion, well children anyways. Sam wasn't fond of the rule, but it was for the safety of the children, right?

Quietly, like the cat bred inside, Sam walked closer to where the aroma was coming from. Her brown loafers kept her feet comfortable and quiet. Tight jeans with remnants of holes forming above the knees contoured over shapely legs while one of her infamous rabbit t-shirts with paint splatters covered the top. The saying "Hey Loser" was written underneath the cartooned bunny, which could make for an interesting introduction if need be. The room had been vacant for some time was now filled and feet came into view on a bed. As she approached a little more closely, the legs came into view until finally the head and rest of the body was there. He seemed to be someone who lived here, but that could be just an act. A light tap on the door and her voice were the best way to introduce herself. If this man was up to no good well then he'd have to deal with fangs and fur rather than a pretty face.

"Hello? Are you new here?"
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Desperado
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As he nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping as of someone gently rapping rapping on his bedroom door. He shook Poe from his head and turned his head to look at the person who had just come into his new room. All he thought as he looked at her was, Whoa. Not that Jacob wasn't used to having very attractive women stand in his doorway, but they only did that in very specific circumstances that happened to involve him lying down somewhere and being asleep and dreaming.

"Um, yes, sort of." It was the best reply he could give. She looked a bit suspicious of him, but he probably should have seen that coming. He was, relatively, a stranger here to most of the faculty, and none of the students knew him. He stood up straight, wiped the dust from his hands on the BDU pants that he wore today, and walked over to offer his hand.

"Name's Jacob." He really hoped that she didn't do something silly like not shake his hand on the grounds that he was a suspicious person that she didn't know who randomly appeared in the Mansion. Even if she was totally justified in not doing it. Even if he wouldn't do it were he in the same situation.

He just really didn't want to feel alienated again.
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Samantha Carter
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Nothing seemed to change in the aroma that this individual seemed to be emitting from his bed. If he was startled by her presence with the intentions of doing harm, more than likely, a sense of urgency to remove her or flee would change the chemicals within his pores to change his scent. Samantha was learning all this, but relied on past experiences to guide her through the basics. She never received any formal training about her feral behavior and regretted no asking Logan to assist her in that department. With him now gone along with Hank, there wasn't any other ferals she knew of roaming around.

His first response sent a raised eyebrow to crane over a sapphire eye as the artist looked on in bewilderment. Maybe he had lost his memory, but knew enough to come back to the mansion in some way. Maybe he was unwelcomed and conceded to Jean and Scott's vision allowing him to return. Whatever the answer was, Sam would just try and be as welcoming as she could be watching him arise from the bed and walk over.

Damn!

To say that he wasn't tall, dark, and handsome, would be a total understatement. He definitely worked out causing the feline to bite the inside of her bottom lip. As he approached, the warmth of his palm reached her soft ivory skin enveloping her hand with a firm welcoming handshake. The feline returned it business like, but added a touch of femininity, a smirked smile. "Nice to meet you Jacob. I'm Samantha, one of the teachers here and still a little new. I'm sure there are faces here I still haven't met yet. What brings you back here?"
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Desperado
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He shook her hand, taking careful precaution to squeeze only lightly. It would be the same as a "firm handshake" from anyone else, but it felt weak in Jacob's grasp. For most mutants, super-strength was something they could, effectively, turn off and on. They could shake other people's hands without fear of crushing them. Jacob had to keep his nails trimmed, otherwise he would break skin when he clenched hist fists.

But at least he had gotten to shake her hand. Silently, he was grateful to her.

The smirk was pretty on her, so he answered with one of his own, a wolfish gesture. "A long, boring story brings me back here." And depressing, so long as he actually mulled over it. "It involves aliens, predators, government conspiracies, Nazis, and me getting an 'extended leave' from my nine-to-five." He strode back over to the bed as he said this and sat down on it, turning to face her again as he said, "But I may be prone to exaggeration."

Now that he was sitting down away from her, he could get a more detailed look. She stood with her weight leaning back, suspicious of him still, or intimidated. The way her eyes focused on him instead of darting around the room ruled out intimidated. She had some very nice curves that the clothes she was wearing did nothing to emphasize but also nothing to hide. He noticed this only because it was important to know any possible weak-points in her body, should she decide to get...rough. Yes. That was it. Of course.

"Come, sit down, I always feel weird when I'm sitting and ladies are standing."
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Samantha Carter
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A shiver penetrated her heels creeping up to the small of her back as the hand electrified currents throughout her figure. The blood rushing to her cheeks was only a first step in realizing the touch of a male against her skin had been so missed that it was melting her insides away. Sam really needed to get a hold of herself around good looking men or they'd all take her as some sap or floozy easily accessible to just anyone. However, there was no shake in nerves to the skin, but a calmness that surrounded the artist as he spoke.

She had her own story to tell and it involved the government, experiments, and god knows maybe even aliens too. The only place she saw with remembered detail with the cemented room they put her in for their little tests and the hallway the feline bolted through as a six hundred pound tiger fighting for its life. The story already intrigued her and possibly he could share some more interesting details. As Jacob turned to return to the bed a more open bite to the bottom lip came unnoticed to his eyes, but a tilt of the head to check out the backside was definitely a brightener in the day. Even a small purr emitted from her lips, but she hardly believed it was noticeable. And least, she hoped it wasn't!

"Come, sit down, I always feel weird when I'm sitting and ladies are standing."

Her eyes then diverted to look around the room for a chair. Usually there was a desk with a chair. At least her room had one for her laptop. But maybe he wanted her on the bed next to him. But why? She wasn't there for anything other than an introduction so why not? The signature catwalk to the bed using the feline blood strolling through her veins, the shape shifter walked, no glided, across the room and turned placing her bottom near the end far enough away to signify that she was being polite to his requisition. Sitting on the edge, her hands were gently placed folded in front. A smile was still there looking back to Jacob to continue their conversation.

"A good story could be used around here lately. I'd love to hear a little bit more if I'm not intruding on anything."
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Desperado
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Jacob asked himself what the harm could be in just telling her about it. Oh, right. He would sound all emo and whiny. Lord knows he hated that. There'd been students like that when he had been here, always complaining about how the world was against them and that their cushy middle-class lifestyle was so oppressive. He had hated them.

So, he wouldn't tell. So instead, he said, "Well, you wouldn't be intruding, but you did say that you wanted a good story and I don't have any of those." He shifted a bit uncomfortably on the bed.

"Let's just say, things happened, and now I'm here. Though sometimes I wonder why." The place was a lot different than he remembered. He hadn't remembered having to wear a uniform, or being forced to stay inside. He also remembered that classes were taught here more than actual training. He knew that the world outside was getting crazier, but this almost seemed militaristic instead of defensive. Almost. They were doing several things wrong, and in an actual engagement, these several things could cost a student his or her life.

But there was little he could do about it. No doubt Scott and Jean would just scoff at his suggestions, because they obviously knew better than he because he was just stupid ol' Desperado and they were Cyclops and...Jean. What the Hell was her code-name, anyway?
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Samantha Carter
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Samantha listened to Jacob really not wanting to get into more of a conversation about his past. She could certainly relate as her own abduction and torture was something that was left in a small box locked in the back of the feline’s mind. Only anyone really close to her would ever find out the reality of the horror she lived through and those that could dig up that memory and bring it to the surface like Jean or any other strong telepath. Her hands remained folded silently upon the lap while her face continued to express a welcoming smile as not to feel as though she was rejected in any way.

“Well how do you know it’s boring unless you allow for the listener to decide?” she asked trying to be a little bit light on the subject followed with a small chuckle. But, the tigress didn’t push it any further and decided that possibly a talk about his mutant powers may bring to light a little bit more about this stranger who would share the same hallways and possibly table in the kitchen for something to eat. “I was born in Russia and raised in the states. My parents were zoologists, studying wildlife until my little change took them totally by surprise. Heck, it terrified me. One minute I was being chased on the playground by a little boy and next, I was chasing him on all fours ready to eat him.” Normally, Sam wouldn’t open up so quickly, but she really needed to just talk to someone, anyone. Her mind was going bonkers with the intrusion of two individuals keeping abreast with each staff member at all hours of the day and night.

“I’m a shape shifter. Pretty painful since my body expands almost three times its normal size and the fur is itchy. And Siberian Tigers aren’t a welcome commodity in a busy city such as New York.” It was merely idle conversation and she finished it off hoping to start another conversation. “May I ask what is you can do?”
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Desperado
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He stared at her in wonder for a second. Shapeshifting. Wow. It was always the mutants who could defy the laws of physics that amazed him the most. I mean, where did the extra mass come from? Not to mention the energy required to make such a transformation. Is she as capable of fighting in tiger form as an actual tiger, or does her human mind slow her down? Having the muscles of a great cat doesn't necessarily give a person the knowledge of how to use them. Jacob had to train himself for years after gaining his powers before he was capable of doing the things he could do now.

Right, she had asked him about what he could do. How would he explain? Well, in a way that didn't sound like bragging. "Um, it's kind of complicated. And not in a 'super-science-mumbo-jumbo' kind of way." He rested his chin on his fist, reminiscent of Rodin's Thinker. "I can do an awful lot of things, but nothing too fantastic. It's nothing you couldn't see somewhere else." He felt like this was a bit of a cop-out, but he honestly didn't feel like telling a near-complete stranger everything about his powers. So, he decided to be basic.

"Essentially, though, I'm...human, just, moreso. I'm stronger, faster, and tougher than your everyday average human, but my strength, speed, endurance, whatnot is still within human levels. I guess the true gift of my powers is that I don't have to work out to be as strong as I am. I just...am." He turned towards her.

"Did that make any sense?" He hoped it did, and that she was like every other mutant who he told about his powers: not smart enough to realize all that it implied. Most mutants didn't think that humans were capable of all that much. Most mutants forgot about the extra-ordinary humans: the Olympic Gold Medalist humans, the International Martial Arts Champion humans, the world-record setting humans. After all, it wasn't as if they could shoot lightning from their fingertips or walk through walls. Just survive encounters with mutants despite the fact that they couldn't.
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Samantha Carter
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His expression was almost insulting like she was some dumb blond off the streets not understanding the logistics of added strength, durability and possibly stamina. Wait, stamina? Heh, she needed someone with a lot of stamina to keep up with.......whoa, slow the truck down girl. So, to insinuate that she understood more than he probably thought, a little dramatization was in order for her to reassure him that she wasn't as dumb as she must have obviously looked. That, or the stress was reeealllly getting to her now.

Slithering her body down, her head was know near his thigh. Turning to lie flat on her back, an open hand flashed to the forehead, an encore performance bellowed out of her mouth. "Oh, my head hurts from all that information. Please explain it to me like Cookie Monster would." Her eyes darted to him before bellowing out in laughter since her awful British accent tickled a funny bone. She was only giggling until it turned into a little more than a giggle. She only hoped her new found friend wasn't too sensitive on the subject.

Besides the view she was obtaining of the backside was well worth the embarrassment of being told to leave. Even the scent radiating off his muscular arms and torso was bellowing a tingling cry through her bones feeding her friskiness and friendly behavior. That and she really needed to relax and find an outlet of this tension building up inside. Only the outlet she was right now envisioning was very naughty and dealt with hours and hours of physical activity.

Damn, I need a drink.
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Desperado
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((Sorry it took so long, but I've been perpetually busy for the last three days. I haven't even gotten that much sleep lately.))

Jacob cocked an eyebrow at her as his face settled into an annoyed look. He got up off of the bed and sauntered over to lean against the wall, crossing his arms.

"For your information, wise-ass, that was the simple explanation. I took the time to dumb it down from..." He stopped and thought for a moment, then said, his eyes cast upwards as if remembering something and with a haughty, intelligent tone in his voice, "'Being biologically disposed towards maximum efficiency and capacity in the cardiovascular, respiratory, digestive, muscular, neurological, and sensory areas of human function.' At least, that's how Doc McCoy put it."

It was a lot of words, most of them with more than two syllables. And it was the short version. He had gotten that version after the Doctor had used two other methods of describing it using a lot more words that Jacob didn't understand. He was still a little annoyed, though. He actually was kind of sensitive on the subject of his powers, simply because so many people had given him crap about them.

"It means, little missy, that I'm physically perfect. I filtered it down to what I told you because you asked me 'what is it that you do?' and if I were to explain everything that my powers let me do, we'd be here a while."

He let out a whuff of breath, a little bit calmer now. Still annoyed, but calmer.
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Samantha Carter
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Well now you've gone and done it. Great first impression there Sam!

Not giving him a look for fear of just opening her mouth and speaking some more insults, the feline shape shifter arose from the bed and walked over to where he was standing. A more serious expression made for a stone cold look given to him trying to apologize for her actions. He had obviously been through an ordeal and she wasn't helping matters a bit by her lame ass excuse for teasing. Once she took in a deep breath, her sapphire eyes looked up and to his angered face.

"I deserved that. I'm sorry. There's no excuse for that comment." She looked back down to the ground but not without taking another glance at the perfection he spoke of. Surely, he had a ton girls at his disposal already and Sam already had it implanted within her mind that she wouldn't have a chance with anyone ever again. She tried with Logan, but he's taken. She even tried with others but usually they found her purring a bit distracting and never called her back. She was destined to be a hermit.

"I shape shift. I'm not sure how my body can manage to be 150 pounds one minute then 600 the next. It just happens, especially when I'm angry, frightened, or hurt. The bones seem to expand but it's dreadfully painful." Turning away, she decided maybe that it would best to leave. "Again, I apologize for my behavior. I guess being locked up in this place has started to really effect my manners. I'll leave you be."
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Desperado
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((Real Life still kicking my ass. I'll try to be on more often.))

Great. Way to be a jerk, Merando. Let's make her cry while we're at it. That should be fun. These thoughts flashed through his head as he saw the look on her face out of the corner of his eye. He definitely wanted to say something to apologize, but he couldn't think of anything. Jacob read a lot, but he wasn't himself good with words. It was one of the reasons why he oftentimes quoted others. It was just simpler to do.

All he really knew was that he felt guilty for snapping at her. He'd been feeling a little more aggressive lately, but that was to be expected. He had a lot of stress building up. That was still no excuse.

"No, it's...I'm the one who should be sorry. I've been through kinda a lot lately, and I guess I'm not..." he struggled for words, "really used to it, if you know what I mean. I mean, I'm used to being a mutant, just not used to being, you know, really stressed." He had lived what one could call a "sheltered" life before moving into the Mansion, that was for sure.

It was still no excuse, but it probably wasn't a good idea for him to talk right now. "Maybe you should go," he said apologetically. "I guess I'm not really in the mood for visitors right now."

He looked up at her. "Maybe later?"
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Samantha Carter
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His expression did show genuine sorrow for snapping back at the feline mutant. This place was building up a lot of stress for more than just the faculty members. Even the students weren't as productive in art class as they once were. The beginners were usually shown how to make a rose look like a rose or a tulip have the beautiful contours of a tulip. Colors blending was a specialty of Sam's, but nowadays, flowers weren't on the canvasses of the students. Guns, Sentinels, death, and other violent images were being displayed instead.

All Sam could do was to encourage the students to continue with the project they had started hopefully instilling some skills within them they could use later on down the road. Right now, she needed to get out of Jacob's room. She felt uncomfortable, unwanted, nothing new. Rejection and neglect came all the time to the shape shifter and you would think by now she'd be used to it. But, she never did and probably never will.

A simple nod came in return as her sapphire eyes looked back to his. "You can find me in the art room usually where I do some painting when there's no classes. Sometimes I'm in the garden too. That's if you need someone to talk to." Quietly as she came in she left, to leave him to his thoughts and her to her own.
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