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| Hellgate New York; [open to three or four, 1or2 staff plz] | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 27 2008, 12:18 AM (713 Views) | |
| Hellion(old) | Nov 15 2008, 03:05 PM Post #16 |
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Telekinesis / Flight
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With a derisive snort Julian sized his new roommate up, eyeing him with a mixture of pity and incredulousness. Half smirking, trying to bite the expression away, the teen shoved his weight off of the bed, unzipping and casting his Armani jacket aside as he moved, somehow managing to lazily hook it over the bed head without really trying. “Right. Well I’m gonna go brush my teeth and go for a walk. Don’t worry; I’m sure I’ll eventually manage to find the bathroom…unless of course you want to hold my hand on the way there. You know, in case I get lost?” he finished with a snicker, a chuckle that escaped his sarcastic curtain like a crack in the affected apathy. The little meeting with Grey-Summers could come later; Julian wasn’t exactly overly intent on making a good impression, or being punctual, especially when he was pissed off with everything right now, and that the cause of his anger was looming above him like some sort of invasive cloud- that being the four walls that made up the enclosure of the mansion, and everyone in it. At the very least he could wander about and scope the place out, scrawl a map of it in his mind in his own time…maybe make some discoveries, such as where the gym was located, and whatever Glasses had meant when he had talked about running into ‘dangerous’ items objects or people. What sort of danger? Hell knew, but whatever the case, it sounded way more fun than paperwork and school-rule lectures. [align=center][Exit Julian][/align] |
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