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Laundry Day; [open]
Topic Started: Aug 21 2008, 11:52 PM (749 Views)
Elixir
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Josh leveled an accusing glare at the speedster... it was obvious to him who had done it, and while he was a little concerned that a superpowered fight would break out between the two victims, he wasn't about to forget that he didn't have anything left in his closet... and he wasn't about to let someone else take the heat... he wanted the real culprit to get what was coming to him.

He cut his eyes toward Bobby, “I don't think he did it. He coulda just frozen 'em all in people's closets or something. You promise you didn't do it,” he asked the Iceman. Despite the fact that he was already convinced he knew who the culprit was, Josh still had to ask... if anything, for the chilly mutant's benefit. The blonde didn't look like she could really take on Bobby, but Josh knew that around here, appearances could be deceiving.

In a way, this guy Josh had never met was doing him a service... making him forget the fact that he was in a new place, alienated by everything he knew. He was no longer thinking of himself as a mutant in a mansion full of other mutants, most of them relative strangers. He was just s sixteen year-old boy who had been pranked on, and the cogs in his brain were already whizzing, his imagination overflowing with ideas to get back at the guy for causing him so much trouble. Even thoughts of getting in trouble with the stoic Mr. Summers didn't even come to mind anymore.

“If you decide to beat that guy up,” Josh said, pointing at the Italian, “I'll hold him for you. And I won't heal you either dude. I just washed half of this stuff,” he addressed the accused.
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Ricochet
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Practically ignoring Bobby’s protestations, or the obvious panic that was spreading across the Iceman’s face in the effort to make his excuses heard; completely relaxed about the whole situation Ash was far more interested in the semi amused, semi irritable Husk, who was attempting to hide the smile that was tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“You’re gonna kick my ass, huh?” Ricochet chuckled, a deadly finger zipping towards her ribs, where he proceeded to jab her incessantly- attempting to tickle the life out of her. “Go on then, kick my ass, come on, I’m waiting…”

The attack was broken by Josh’s interjection, cutting through the Italian’s playful poking.

”If you decide to beat that guy up,” Josh said, pointing at the Italian, “I'll hold him for you. And I won't heal you either dude. I just washed half of this stuff.”

In the very next moment Ash had somehow procured a stack of newspapers (really, there had been some propped in a corner; it didn’t take much to sidestep at high speed and pluck them from their resting place without anyone the wiser), had leapt onto the kitchen island, and was rolling sheafs into tightly scrunched-up balls. Several went in his pockets, the others were lobbed straight at Josh’s yellow forehead…each one meeting its target in the exact same spot with that exasperating accuracy.

“Cold, dude…cold…I won’t heal you either,” the speedster said, a barrage of paper spheres accompanying his response.
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Elixir
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“Cold, dude…cold…I won’t heal you either,”

Lurching backwards as the first paper ball hit him directly on the forehead, Josh screwed his face up in annoyance as he squinted – an defense mechanism to protect his eyes from exposure to the projectiles. “Hey... what the--” Another ball and yet another caught him in exactly the same spot – directly between his eyes. Josh began to move from side to side in an attempt to avoid getting hit anymore, only to find that each intended wad of newspaper hit its target without missing once.

Throwing his arms up to shield himself from the volley, Josh threw a glance at the other two people in the room as if asking them for answers as to who this guy was.

“Ugh... I should make you two do my laundry for a month. I'm in the Danger Room in fifteen minutes, so I can't stick around. Greased Lighting,” Husk said to the speedster, “just put all my clothes in the sink. I'll deal with 'em after.” With that, she left.

Josh looked back up at the blond Italian, peeking between his arms, “Heal me? I don't even know what that means. Who are you? Are you Magneto's son? Someone said Magneto's son was really fast” He quickly dove for a pair of wet women's underwear laying on the cold tile and threw them back at the stranger.
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Bobby Drake
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Almost the moment Paige was gone Bobby raised his fist and slowly brought it down while having said, “Yeess!” It was a victory for him. He was sure that all the blame was going to be on him and for once he didn’t do it. A sigh of relief escaped his lips when Josh spoke the hyperactive speedster. “…Who are you? Are you Magneto's son? Someone said Magneto's son was really fast” The Iceman let out a small chuckle.

While pointing to Ash he replied, “Him? Quicksilver? Noo way, man. That dude’s scary. Plus he’s in Mutant Town with X-Factor or something. He’s a very serious and, I’ll say it again, scary fellow.” Looking back and forth at the golden Oscar award and the rambunctious speedy Gonzales he smirked and continued, “You don’t forget a guy like Pietro.”

Bobby scratched the back of his head, which was something he often did and realized that a short while ago, and glanced at the big pile of half frozen half wet clothes. “Ugh… I almost don’t want to go through all of that. The thought of coming across my mentor’s…” He took both of his hands and rubbed his face, trying to rub away the mental images that were starting to pop into his brain.

“I say we put them in the sink and leave a note… everywhere…” The Iceman was a flirt but going through the clothes and under garments of people, who he considered to be like family, was less than desirable.
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Ricochet
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Magneto’s son? Jeez, talk about your bad cases of misidentification- Ash even managed to pull a ‘what the fuck’ face, although it was there for less than a microsecond, especially since the way Josh was bobbing about like some fairground shooting game was inordinately amusing. The speedster immediately wished he had a water pistol…ok, mental note- buy a crap load and liberally distribute to students…maybe some camo…and face paint…and PAINTBALL- yeahh…

Paige turned to go and Ash immediately launched after her, avoiding the flung panties without even putting any thought into it- speeding in front of the southern belle and matching her pace with a leisurely backwards stroll. A fragment of paper with digits scrawled on it was thrust at her chest. “Number…call it.”

He was rewarded with a long sideways stare, the beginnings of a smile…but far more of a cocked eyebrow and a repellent expression. “…Right. I’ll be sure do that…since we live in the same building I’m sure we won’t see each other on a regular basis…” she quipped, and continued out of the door, but not before she snatched the item and was forced to hide a smirk.

Ploughing back into the room, Ash threw his arms out, jabbing index fingers towards both teens at once…barely hearing anything they were yammering on about. The clothes or something. Notes? Whatever.

“PAINTBALL!” he yowled, triumphantly, and flashed them a huge grin.
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Elixir
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Still defending against the assault, Josh caught enough of what Bobby said to pick up on the fact that this wasn't the son of Magneto; he guessed that was a good thing. The golden mutant didn't really know a whole lot about the terrorist leader... only that he controlled metal and had been killing humans for years because he seemed to think mutants and humans were at war. Coming from a mutant-hating family and growing up hearing the rhetoric for his entire life, Foley couldn't really blame some mutants for thinking that fighting was the only way to ensure they'd be safe. Still... Magneto was responsible for the deaths of countless men women and children who just happened to be in the way, and Josh couldn't get behind murder no matter what the justification was. He figured he'd be reluctant to meet the son of anybody like that.

Suddenly, the barrage of newspaper balls stopped and Josh looked over his protective forearms to see Ric giving the departing country girl his phone number. He blinked slowly at the speedster... he still didn't know who he was, only that he wasn't Magneto's son.

“I say we put them in the sink and leave a note… everywhere…”

Josh lowered his arms, and looked around at the mess on the floor; in the late summer warmth, the frozen clothes were already starting to thaw and leak small pools of cool water. They'd have to do something soon to keep things from getting messier than they already are. “Okay... yeah. That's probably the best thing to do.”

Suddenly, the blonde speedster was in front of the two of them, “PAINTBALL!” he shouted at them with a grin on his face. The healer looked from Bobby to the stranger and back to Bobby, wanting to ask the latter if the speedster was a retarded mutant, but was afraid of offending the latter. I wonder if there are any retarded mutants? What would you do with them? What do they do with this guy? I mean... how do you stop some super-strong mentally retarded guy if he wigs out? And you can't catch this guy... seems kind of dangerous/ Finally, he looked back toward the stranger, “Um... I'm Josh.” He hesitated a moment before continuing, “You ok?”
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Bobby Drake
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It seemed as though the Oscar award, Josh, had agreed with Bobby’s idea to leave a note. He reluctantly picked up an armful of clothes and was about to walk over to the sink when the speedster shouted, “PAINTBALL!” The iced mutant lowered his eyebrows. The water from the clothes was getting all over him and dripping on the ground. The Iceman was speechless; he didn’t know how to react. Luckily Josh chimed in, “You ok?”

By then Bobby realized he was still holding a small pile of wet clothes in his arms. He shook his head and walked over to the sink. The articles of clothing made a plop as he dropped them. He turned back around to face Ash and Josh, “Paintball?” The icy mutant couldn’t remember the last time he had been paintballing, if he even had ever gone paintballing.

He thought for a moment if the Danger Room had any simulations. Then again the last time he went into the Danger Room with Ash he got a boot to the head. “You knocked me out with a boot; I think you’d kill me literally if we ever went to shoot some paintballs.” Bobby rubbed his head in the spot on his forehead where the boot hit. It was a hell of a session, he lost and that sucked but it was still quite a session.
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Ricochet
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“Um... I'm Josh.” He hesitated a moment before continuing, “You ok?”

Staring at the blonde kid, Ash briefly wondered if the healer was a little dim or something. “I’m Ash, you’re kind of weird dude,” he replied, narrowing his eyes in mock concentration, as if he was attempting to figure out exactly what was odd about the younger boy, apart from the obvious skin-tone issues.

“You knocked me out with a boot; I think you’d kill me literally if we ever went to shoot some paintballs,” Bobby ventured dubiously; the speedster dashed in between the pair and slapped them both on the shoulders…probably a little too fast.

“No way man, I’d give you a fighting chance, ahaahaha we gotta do this and not inside that weirdass psycho technobabble whachamacallit piece of junk Danger Room thingcause really, what the hell, how does that even work- hard light? What the hell? What does that even mean, hard light- doesn’t make any sense and what, I can freaking tell I’m indoors in that thing, you know, wind resistance doesn’t feel right, anyway…themansiongroundsareperfect- I know this guy who knows a guy; mind you, everyone I know knows a guy who knows a guy, bunch of fuckers… you know what, he owes me some money, son of a bitch!”

And within the blink of an eye he had scarpered, leaving Bobby and Josh to deal with the clean up…and any repercussions.
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Elixir
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Josh had actually tried the danger room a couple of times with his teammeates; it was a really cool deal... a lot like the holodeck on Startrek. He'd wondered more than a few times if anyone ever used it for more than just learning how to kill fifty different people with your pinky. Josh would have loved to make a huge skate park to wile away hours in, but hadn't worked up the nerve to ask his mentor if something like that was allowed... he was slightly afraid Mr. Logan would gut him on the spot for asking what might be a stupid question. Of course... he could heal from something like that... at least he thought he could... but still... it would hurt. Not to mention the fact that he didn't like being yelled at by hairy guys with arms as big as his thigh.

Suddenly, it felt like the speedster had stopped in the middle of his conversation and disappeared, bringing Josh's questions about the danger room to a sudden halt. Blinking, the golden mutant looked around for Ash, but he appeared to be long gone. “And he calls me weird,” the healer muttered under his breath.

He looked toward Bobby, “Um... what just happened? Is he getting paintball stuff for us or did he just leave us hanging?”
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Bobby Drake
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The speedster was talking so rapidly Bobby couldn't hardly follow what he was saying. Before either Josh of the icy mutant could respond Ash was gone. “Um... what just happened?" He blinked, still trying to catch up on what happened. With a small sigh he spoke, "You know something. I have no clue what just happened. But I doubt he's coming back."

He shook his head slightly and picked up another load of wet clothes. Just one more load after that and writing the notes and they would be done. The dirty blonde haired young man plopped the clothes into the sink with the other stuff and turned to Josh. He didn't want to have spent his whole afternoon cleaning up after another student.

Bobby scratched the back of his neck and looked at Josh, "After we're done we should go out, get a bite to eat and plot our revenge." He nodded his head, liking the idea better and better. Maybe they would go to Hooter's? No, the lovely ladies would distract the two from there plans of prank wars and revenge.

Ash was a formidable foe of pranking. But pranking the Iceman came with consequences. And he would see that they would be met. One way or another.
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