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Jersey Girl
Topic Started: Dec 19 2009, 12:16 AM (343 Views)
Wallflower
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Fail Tag: Kyle Van Leerson

Date: April 2007
Location: New Jersey




Dark alleys, unsettling strangers, shitty weather and little money. That had been the life of Laurie Collins for nearly four weeks. One might ask themselves - why would anyone choose this life? The answer, friends, would be that they had no choice. Laurie was just a simple girl with a fairly decent, yet anonymous life. Or at least, she had been until weird things began to happen to her. You see, Laurie isn't the kind of girl who can predict when change is going to occur in her life. Change simply has a way of walking up to her and punching her in the face. When this change started to occur, every time she went out in public and became overwhelmed by her emotions, the people nearest her would feel the same things. It was inexplicable, really. She'd tried to brush it off as a coincidence, until this strange power, or whatever you could call it, transformed into a physicality. She could no longer brush it off, or hide from the truth - people tended to notice the girl with the yellow energy surrounding her.

So she ran.

She was currently being plagued by such strong emotions - a whole slew of them actually: depression, anger, irritation - and the US being such an anti-mutant shithole, Laurie was subjected to travelling in low-key places; which explains the dark alleys mentioned earlier. She brought money with her when she left home, naturally, but keeping herself nourished for three weeks had made her situation tight recently. Also, as a result of the bad weather and not having enough money for a decent motel room - just the shitty ones found on a muddy hilltop, tattered and useless - she had developed a rather nasty cold.

"Great, I'm almost out," said the young blonde in frustration. She rubbed her nose on her sleeve as she sat on the bed of the motel room she had rented for the night. Instead of bouncing, like one might would on a half-decent mattress, she simply bruised her ass on the rock-hard material. She flipped through her wallet idly, trying to will more money to appear in the pockets. No such luck.

"Guess I'm out of here. Even a sidewalk is better than this piece of ass," said the girl in a monotonal voice. She pulled on her last pair of clean jeans, a t-shirt and her only jacket, and hightailed it out of the room. As she entered the motel's lobby, she walked up to the front desk and dropped her bag on the floor. The clerk at the table looked frustrated and angry, not unlike how Laurie was currently feeling. Surprise, surprise. "How much do I owe?"

The clerk grumbled and punched in some information on his computer. "Fifty for the night."

"Fifteen, you said?"

"No, fifty," grumbled the man. "Blonde idiot," he added under his breath, though Laurie had heard fine.

"I'm sorry, fifteen just seemed a bit more appropriate," said the girl as she pulled out fifty dollars and placed it gingerly on the table, straightening it out and pushing it gently towards him, face completely stone. The man snatched it up and Laurie turned on her heel, picked up her bag and headed out.

When she made it outside, the girl looked around a bit miserably. There was nothing but road for quite some time, except a run-down gas station not too far away. As she tried to decide whether or not to visit the sketchy gas station, or to simply walk, she remembered an event that had taken place the previous day.

Laurie kicked the twin bed in frustration, only to squeal in pain as a result. How in the hell was this motel still in operation? No heater, rock-hard bed, no television, no hot water. She may as well have been prey in a horror movie. Laurie plopped herself on the floor, deciding it was considerably more comfortable than the bed, and half-expecting an inbred serial killer with a bag over his head to smash through her window and attack.

The girl pawed at her bag, that was sitting on top of the bed, dragged it onto her lap and began rifling through looking for a sweater. She found no such thing, but as she was fingering through her things, she closed her hand around a small, rectangular piece of paper. Her eyebrow shot up and she pulled out the offending piece of paper.

"Frost Industries," read the girl. As she stared at the text on the card, she remembered how she had come to be in possession of it. She didn't exactly remember who the person was, but a tall figure - he was cloaked at the time - had come up to her in a particularly bad bout of depression towards the beginning of her little trip. She'd been hiding from public view because she had begun emitting her customary yellow energy when the figure approached her. He spoke in a pained tone, probably as a result of his proximity to her, telling her that he knew people who could help her. He handed her the card before escaping quickly down the street. She couldn't blame him of course, she wouldn't want to be around her right then either. Laurie had read the card skeptically. It was probably some mutant collection agency, and the man had probably been an anti-mutant cronie. Regardless, Laurie had stuffed the card in her knapsack for later.

And there she was, staring at the card with an ounce of hope. A number had been provided on the back of the card, and deciding to throw all caution to the wind, Laurie had picked up her cell phone and made the call.

"Hey, I was told you help mutants? Yeah? Well then, would you mind getting me out of this shithole I currently call a life? Oh you would! Great. Tomorrow. I have no idea where I am, can't you just trace the number? Fab. There's a gas station near my location, you can send someone there right? Great. I'm not going to get thrown in the back of a big white van am I?"


As Laurie remembered the card, how she got it, and the phone call she had placed, she let a small smile pass over her face. The first smile she had produced in a long time. The happiness didn't wash over her completely, as her situatioin still bummed her out immensely, but it was a bit of a relief to feel something other than anger or irritation. Her optimism peaked just a little more as she saw a car pull up to the gas station and park. Moving on instinct, Laurie jogged across the street towards the car in question. She almost didn't care if she was about to get thrown into some mutant holding prison - anything would be better than what she was currently going through.
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Kyle Van Leerson
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He had stopped asking questions a long time ago. The call came in always the same. A description of who he was to meet, where he was to go, and what he was to expect when he got there. He had made enough of these runs by now to know not to push for more information then that. Emma kept the wider reaching of her operation to herself. He had learned early on he was on a need to know basis.

Her recruitment of him into her plan had been rather easy. He had been a lost cause. Lost to himself and too the world. So embraced in the anger and pain of his grief that he had became a shell of a person. He ate. He slept. He did all the things he was supposed to do, but he felt nothing. He had shut himself off from the world, locked into a room where only hurt and sorrow could breathe and thrive. It was his punishment for what had happened to Cadance. When you killed your girlfriend you forfeited the rights to have a life outside of your pain. He would exist in that realm for the remainder of his days, and he would carry her picture in his pocket to remind him if he ever forget what he truly was. A murderer.

She had met him in such a way. At a fund raiser held for his father's re-election bid. She had been there in all the glory he would later come to realize to her wasn't an act. Among the crowd of people gathered she had singled him out as he got too drunk on champagne and threatened to make an ass out of himself to his fathers peers and supporters. It had seemed at the time she had read his mind, knew what he was thinking before he did. He would later learn that was a trick of her telepathy and not some broader connection they shared. By then though it would be too late. He would have done shared her bed and her vision.

It was an emotionless relationship. She was as cunning and ruthless a creature he had ever met, and he had grown up in a world of politics and government so manipulators were a second family to him. The sex however good wasn't why he had stayed around, and he was sure it wasn't why she had let him. She needed a right hand man. Someone to do her dirty work for her, to take orders and ask no questions. Had he been complete he would have laughed at her. Had he not needed something to believe in he would have left, but he did. He needed penance. Absolution. She offered it to him like a mutant Eve coming to Adam with an apple. She used his anger and his grief and played it all to get what she wanted, and he praised her for it the entire way. He had found a purpose. An ease to the purgatory that he had made his life.

He drove through the rough end of town following the directions on the GPS. He knew little of the girl he was to meet today and transport to Boston. Just another kid he reasoned, needing an escape from a country who had turned against her. He had become immune to it all. After the fifth or sixth run the stories of those he helped didn't matter. What mattered was getting them to the safe house from then on out what happened was out of his hands. He was but the first stop on their newly appointed path as they headed to the so called promised land. He was merely the Jacob to Emma Frost's Moses as she shepherded her people to the promise land that was Jus Soli.

Her arrived at his destination. A shit heap of a gas station on the outskirts of Jersey. God he hated Jersey. It was like all the runoff from New York came to conjugate in the sess pool that was the Garden State. He pulled into the station slowly, putting the car in park as he slid the loaded gun into the back of his jeans. He had learned to be prepared for anything. Emma had taught him as much.

The girl appeared to be waiting out for him. A pretty girl with blonde hair and as he was accustomed to seeing a sad face. He looked around at the periphery checking to make sure no one who wasn't supposed to be there was.

"You, Laurie?" he asked her his tone that of business. "I'm Kyle. Welcome to the Emma Frost Express, call me Harriett Tubman and you'll be walking to Boston."
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Wallflower
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As Laurie raced towards the car parked across the street, every care she had about being detained for being a mutant fled from her mind. Detainment would probably be better than the crapbag of a life she was dealing with at the moment. Her powers weren't physically showing currently and there was no one around anyway, so she wasn't as worried about running into the wide-open space as she normally was. Still, the prospect of help and transportation wasn't quite enough to lift the depression that was ailing her. One can't just forget about their troubles and their past overnight, after all.

As she neared the car, she saw a man emerge. He was fairly tall and looked pretty official, and Laurie couldn't tell whether that was a good or bad thing. She slowed gradually and came to a stop not far from him, keeping to herself until he saw her and addressed her. He knew her name, so it must be her guy.

"Yeah that's me," said the girl, nearing him. She watched as he peered around, and then introduced himself. He offered up a witty comment - with which Laurie was actually quite impressed - and an offhanded threat. Already she could tell this was going to be an interesting trip.

So apparently Frost Industries, or whatever they called themselves, was a company that transported mutants to Boston? She hadn't been told any of this over the phone, but that whole conversation had been somewhat anonymous. What the hell was in Boston that would help her? Wasn't that backtracking? She really had no idea what was going on, and still wasn't sure whether or not she could trust these people. Her apprehension was making her somewhat tense, and no doubt he would be able to feel it eventually. She didn't even have any idea if she was currently emitting her pheromones, her control was so minimal.

"Grateful as I am, let's keep the corny comments to a minimum? I'm not in the best mood, you might be able to tell," said the girl with a small, unconvincing smirk. "Nice car. Can I drive?" said the girl, running her fingers along the shiny vehicle.
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Kyle Van Leerson
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He pushed his sunglasses down on his nose enough so to cast her a look over them a look that said "Are you Fucking kidding me" in response to her question about whether she could drive. Sliding the shades back into place he gave the mutant an exasperated "Get in the car." before walking back around and getting into the driver's seat himself. He checked to make sure no one was paying them much heed, and placed the key in the ignition.

"Okay, here are the laws of the road according to me. Consider it Gospel, and non-negotiable. Rule one, I work the radio, any attempt to fuck with the radio will get you evicted, Rule two, I don't really care that much to hear your story, life sucks mutants suffer blah blah blah the worlds tiniest violin plays, You wanna talk fine, can't say I'll listen but its a free country. However if I find you annoying then this is revoked and we well ride in silence. I've done this enough times kid that the daddy never loved me stories have gotten old. Rule three- I'm not gonna hurt you, your not gonna hurt me. We're gonna make this a pleasant a ride as possible. Questions, comments?
Cool, lets get rolling then"

Firing the engine up he placed the car in drive and headed out onto the highway. He had made this commute enough times to now how it went. Best case scenario it would be a sweet enough ride the girl would nod off and he could just focus on getting there. Worse case scenario .. well there were worser case then her just being a talker and complainer or someone who needed frequent potty breaks. The worst case scenarios involved violence and guns, and shit of that nature. It was a pretty enough day he would rather avoid the worst cases if he could.

He set the stereo playing a favorite mix, a old Ryan Adams tune about his love of New York. Even Ryan had the good since to not have a song devoted as a Valentine to Jersey. Jersey sucked.

Barely a few miles down the road he could feel himself growing tense. Checking the mirrors constantly to see if they were being followed. He could see his knuckles grow white from how tight his grip on the steering wheel was. This wasn't like him. Everything was going along by the book why was he feeling nervous and tense. It was out of character and out of the sorts.

It took a few moments before the realization that perhaps he wasn't causing the static to break through. Silently he kicked himself for not finding out what Laurie's mutant powers were. She could be a telepath or an empath or god knew what all else. It was shaping up to be a very long trip after all.

"Kid, are you fucking with my emotions, cause I'll tell you right now that may not have been mentioned in the rules but it was in the subtext. No fucking with the driver's feelings. What's your deal anyways?"
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Wallflower
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Well, wasn't he just a pocket full of sunshine? Laurie raised her eyebrow and simply stood there smiling, stroking the car. Clearly he had absolutely no sense of humour, which was going to make this ride unbearable for her. She hated people enough to know that she doesn't get along with them, so why did she think that this guy would be different? Perhaps because she thought that since he was a mutant, he might have been through similar shit when he was younger, only not to this degree. Clearly, she had been wrong.

In fact, she didn't even know if this guy was a mutant or not. There were no physical mutations or any outward signs that he was - much like her in fact. As she got in the car her apprehension increased. He probably wasn't a mutant at all, as during his spiel she got the feeling that he didn't give a shit about what mutants of this generation were going through. "Blahdy blahdy blah, blah blah radio blah blah fuck blah radio, blahdy blah mutants suffer blah, blah violin, blah..." Was about all that she heard. The only thing she could piece together was something about fucking and a radio. What kind of road trip is this? She was actually glad, however, that he didn't want her to share her pity story. She didn't want to share it either. She was very introverted for someone who exerted pheromones.

As the engine fired up, Laurie did up her seatbelt and crossed her arms over her chest. She still wasn't sure if she could trust this guy, he didn't seem to be the most friendly of people. She kept glancing over at him apprehensively, unsure. All of the relief that she had been feeling as she saw the car pull up to the gas station fleeted. In fact, she became rather tense and even a bit anxious sitting in such close vicinity.

Laurie watched Kyle as he gradually became increasingly tense, checking windows and mirrors in suspicious ways. Laurie in turn became even more suspicious now, but completely unaware that it was her anxiety that was making him feel this way. Outrageous ideas began to reel through Laurie's mind. What if he runs this car off a cliff and kill me, wiping another mutant off the face of the earth? What if he whips out a gun and shoots me right here? What if I'm psychotic? Wait, what? She didn't think that last thought herself. Chill out woman, did you ever realizes that maybe it's bec... Her thoughts couldn't finish before they were cut off by Kyle's voice.

Laurie looked up at him and got even more tense as he stared at her. "Uh, I -" she tried to push out a sentence before she began to glow, her pheromones now assuming their physical form of energy. "Fuck," said the girl, trying to calm herself down. She hated that she could never tell when she was affecting other people until her powers actually began showing. "Sorry, the fucking thing has a mind of its own," said the girl as she finally willed herself to calm down, and her yellow aura retreated. She settled back into her seat and stared out the window. "They didn't tell you what my power was?"
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Kyle Van Leerson
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Ohh this was just fucking great, He thought as the young mutant riding shotgun in his car lowered her window and released out into the air what he was know able to see was some sort of yellow substance. Instantly he knew that the cause of his tension and discomfort had been coming from her. Why was this trip refusing to go easy and why had none of the God damn people who were supposed to be on top of these things told him what the young mutant he was transporting was capable of. He was filing a complaint over this. Ohh yes indeed you could bet your ass on that. As soon as he Laurie was safely dropped off at the safe house he was marching up to that Devil wears Prada that was Emma Frost and giving the bitch a piece of his mind. He needed to know this shit. Maybe the grander reaches of her operation he didn't, but stuff that directly involved him yeah he did.

"No, no one told me what your power was." He answered her a bit more gruffly then he should have. Now he was angry, but was it because he was actually angry or because she was suggesting he should be angry. This wasn't gonna fly. He didn't like people in his head, and he definitely didn't like people fucking with his emotions. some things belonged to a person solely. How you felt at any given moment was one of them.

Looking back over at Laurie he felt a slight bit of sympathy for the girl for just a moment. He could remember what it was like. Not having control over his power. Worrying at any moment you would lose control and accidentally due something you would have no way of taking back. It wasn't an easy way to live. No one was around to show you how to be a mutant. There were no schools, or people who could teach you how to master the stuff you could do. It was all trial by fire he knew, and maybe Laurie had been caught in the crossfires of hers.

"I don't mean to snap at you" he answered her lowering his voice to a tone that was more conciliatory. "I just like being in charge of my own self that's all. Its a scary thing to think that what I'm feeling won't be me, but rather how you would want me to feel."

He cast her a sideways glance taking his eyes from the road for just a moment. Obviously the important thing now was to keep her calm. He didn't know fully what she was capable of and he'd rather not find out.

"So what can you do anyways? Besides make glowy yellow stuff that is. What has set you on this path? I might talk a lot of shit, but you'll find I'm a good listener."
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