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Badass Macaroons; Hellion
Topic Started: Apr 4 2010, 12:14 AM (801 Views)
Hellion(old)
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Telekinesis / Flight
As if he was all that? Yes, yes he was all that, ignorant European douchebag, with her complete lack of education and culture. She wouldn’t know the name Keller, wouldn’t understand or have the capacity to grasp just how effective and prominent the company that one day he would run was (and about that he was adamant, absolutely). He still felt insult burn like vomit at the memory of his and Frost’s face-off at the club, all grotesque and too hot for a February morning. Faces smeared in the stinging imagery. All he saw was broken marble. The Hellfire Club was defined by ruin and locked doors.

He felt competitiveness like a lesion, raw and hot. Proving himself meant more than outdoing his brother.

His face soured. Kitchens were made for volcanic encounters.

Ice crackled around on the floor, beaker still rolling. It trundled into a table leg and came to a standstill, Terry composing herself in diminishing gradients of noise, simmering down from her infuriated accusations and psychotic outbursts, violence lingering like a blanket, melting ice cubes making water trails.

Julian let his shield dissipate, tendrils puckering into loose knots and vanishing, and his temper waned with it.

“Staff rooms. But they’re full of telepaths and security cameras and Cassidy can hear mosquitoes fucking in Mexico… so god knows how you expect to get in without being set upon by the faculty and lectured for hours about the fallacies of alcoholism.”

Hypocrites.

“Could try going in through the window. If you don’t mind hitching a ride.” He smirked, cutting his eyes down to her cuff with no little amusement. He wondered at her abilities, whether she could fly. Levitate. Span the heavenly expanse via aerial locomotion. It was a moot point; either way she’d have to hang onto him like an oversized fleshy growth.

“Do you fly?”
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Siryn
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Sonokinesis/Flight/Vocal Hypnotism
Terry raised an eyebrow, a thoroughly unimpressed look on her face. Boy was a real royal arse who just might be tolerable if he had a few drinks inside him. The redhead was usually a fair judge of things like that after already having accumulated many nights spent bar hopping around, back in Ireland as well as in New York.

“If you’re so good then we’ll get in no problem, won’t we?” she snorted. “Look, I ain’t stupid, I know we could get caught but I don’t care, understand? I can’t be in any worse trouble than I am already, right?”

Ice crunched to slush under her feet as she took a few steps back towards the table and leant against it, drumming her fingers against the top, sticky with crumbs and spots of juice from whoever had been in there before. This wouldn’t be easy, nor did she particularly want to get in that much more trouble in all honestly, else she’d probably end up being cuffed and held prisoner in this place, watching Dora the Explorer and helping kids with colouring in, until she was thirty. No thanks.

“A lift?” the Irish girl gave Keller an acidic look as he seemed to be enjoying this far too much for her to be comfortable about. “If there’s no other choice, I guess I don’t have a choice…And yes, I fly. Usually. Though my flight ain’t exactly subtle so it’d be no real use anyway…So I guess you’re stuck with me then, eh?”

Boiling inside, all that kept Terry from smacking him square in-between the eyes, was the greater rage she felt for her just discovered father. The thought of going to him and confronting the man, face to face and sensibly, did not enter her mind, her temper too great to consider civility, especially as he had shown her mother none, abandoning her and almost leaving Terry without any sort of family, had it not been for the so called black sheep of the family. No doubt Sean would have a gripe about it, but he had no place to say anything about how Theresa had been brought up, not in her mind.

Flicking her sea-green eyes to the door, Terry pushed off the table, keeping her hands clenched tightly, hanging by her sides, just in case. “Right. We doin’ this then or not?” she challenged Keller, adrenaline only serving to add fuel to the anger in her.
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