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| Topic Started: Jun 18 2010, 08:06 PM (704 Views) | |
| Tommy Shepard | Jun 18 2010, 08:06 PM Post #1 |
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May 17th, midday Tommy shouldn't have done it. He had been told repeatedly since almost the first day he sat foot on the grounds of the Institute that he was not leave. The daily excursions that had long been the boy's favorite aspect of his abilities. In an instant the always impatient and never satisfied speedster could be anywhere his heart desired. Time and distance, as he had come to learn, were relative things that held little importance to someone such as him. It was these little breaks in the tedium, the micro vacations that the teachers at the school deemed too risky, that gave the boy release and allowed him to stay sane while struggling to keep pace with the slowed down masses. It was a perfect situation. Given his powers the boy could be gone and back, his misdeeds hidden comfortably within a lunch break. The destination was of little consequence, just as long as it was away. The rule breaker of the day took the form of a small island off the coast of Hawaii. It was immaculate. The sands were warm and inviting and the water was clear. The tropical climate existed without even a hint of the perpetual stress that regularly pressed upon Tommy's atmosphere. The speedster looked around at the vacationers that passed him by. Normally he could and would move too fast for any of them to see, but this place was different. It was here that, many years ago, Tommy's adoptive parents had their honeymoon. Many were the nights that the boy would sit up and listen to the two tell stories of the fun they had, his mother's words laced with the sort of fondness that, even as a boy, Tommy knew only existed with the whitewash that memories bring. The boy wanted to take his time here. He wanted to lounge around soak in the scenery. So for once, the boy slowed down. He lay on a beach towel in the sun, his bare chest soaking up the rays and tried his best to catch some of that impossible joy he remembered from his mother. |
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| Spitfire | Jun 19 2010, 01:18 AM Post #2 |
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Even so called bad people terrorists deserved a break. Jac told herself that with wry amusement as she sped away from New York, away from Murderworld. She probably shouldn’t have left the compound, not right now, not with everything going weird and crazy and everything but not to run was to deny her nature; she needed to get out and get away, have a change of scenery. If anyone asked on her return, she’d just tell them she had been out training and in a way, she was. Her trip had taken her to Hawaii, or rather one of the little islands off of it. Originally she had intended to go to the place Pietro had shown her, but somehow it didn’t feel right without her friend there and she did not want to run such a great distance on water, being still relatively new at it. Jac had cut across land for a lot of the trip, the threat of capture making it all the more enjoyable as she stuck two fingers up at the world. Screw them, she was a mutant and proud. It was warm on the island and she mingled amongst the tourists, not looking out of place in their midst, as she had dragged a small bag and change of clothes with her and one rented beach locker and changing booth away, she was dressed in some baggy board shorts and a bikini top, one of her caps perched merrily on her head. Meandering along the beach, armed with a burger and coke, she wondered if it was a good or a bad thing that she didn’t mind so much being out, with lots of humans around. Probably bad. The good thing about speed was that it meant she often moved too fast for her face to be seen and while her name was on wanted lists here and there, well, not like any of these twits’d know it. God, she just wanted a little fun, she wasn’t long a ‘grown-up’ really, she should be having fun and enjoying herself. A flash of silvery hair caught her hair as she passed an occupied towel and she nearly dropped her coke on the figure in surprise at what she was seeing. “Piet – oh, blimey. Not Pietro.” Someone had told her a weird story about the twins who’d appeared in Murderworld, something like an episode of Maury on crack and while she had no reason to disbelieve the tale – hell, she was trading minds off and on with some mad blond with a secretary fetish – she had never really gotten the full story, gory details and all, she’d never really had reason to be nosy and find out all about it, as she probably wouldn’t have gotten the whole truth anyway. Well. Depending on who she’d asked anyway. This was weird. “So…” she stuffed some of her burger in her mouth and gave a rapid chew and swallow. “What’s up, Not-Pietro?” she gave him something of a devillish grin, quirking one eyebrow upwards, as she looked down at him, sprawled on his towel. He was probably there for the same reason she was. |
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| Tommy Shepard | Jun 23 2010, 06:47 PM Post #3 |
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The beating sun was pleasant. As was the time the boy took to just sit and relax. Here, on a roack in the middle of the ocean, he could forget about it all. There would be nothing to remind him of the matters that had, for so log, weighed on his mind. Or so he thought. The girl, or woman rather, came upon him suddenly. Burger in hand and then in mouth, she adressed him as though she knew him, or almost knew him. "Pietro," he said, jumping to his feet. "Well now, that's a weird thing to say isn't it." This was a telling greeting. the only people Tommy could think of who would know his uncle were his p[ast and present teammates. The troubling part was, if this eccentric and attractive girl would have been sided with the good guys the white haired boy surely would have recognized her. That only left one option. "Oh, you're one of those aren't you," he said, a slight grin escaping his expression. He should be taking it more seriously. The last time he met up with the Brotherhood he almost died. Still, there was something about her that put the boy at ease. Maybe it was her greeting, maybe it was an unspoken kinship, maybe it was the bathing suit. Alas, Tommy did have that primal instinct that had, since the dawn of time, whitewashed the evils of attractive women and doomed his entire gender to a fate of gawking forgiveness. 'You know, I think I'm supposed to be afraid of you." He walked a bit closer. He sped around her revealing his abilities and settling at her face, merley inches apart he spoke. "Should I be ?" |
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| Spitfire | Jun 24 2010, 01:28 AM Post #4 |
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On her greet, the white haired wonder was on his feet snappily, but not too snappily that she couldn’t see his movements clearly. “Weird? If you say so,” the blonde replied conversationally, chewing on her burger rapidly and slurping down some pop to go with it. Fuelling up was an important part of her day, especially if she was going to go and do some more training after her pit stop and oh….yes…she should probably do that too. She carefully trained her blue eyes on the lad and took a step backwards, “One of them?” her lip curled in amusement. “Again if you say so, I wouldn’t put it like that myself but then again, you are one of them, eh?” she echoed his words, titling her head back a little so he could see the expression on her face under the brim of her cap. “We’re all the same kind, you know, we should all be on the same side...Don’t you think?” her expression, while teasing on the surface had something else to it, like she was daring him to agree with her. If he didn’t agree then he didn’t want freedom for mutants and if he did agree…well that could be interesting. He showed his true colours first, speeding around her, commenting he was probably supposed to be afraid of her, a thought that made her laugh and she turned, keeping her eyes on him and then when he was finished, she ran in a tight circle around him, fire dancing on the sand in her wake for a few brief seconds, but long enough for the other speedster to register. Coming face to face with him, the girl shrugged her shoulders slightly, squaring them and standing poker straight as she regarded him. “I don’t know. Are you afraid of me? You done anything I wouldn’t like you for? I’m hardly threatening now, am I?” Jac scoffed, but still with that underlying tone to her voice, reminding him that she was indeed Brotherhood. She had done some pretty horrific things in her time but her anger was mainly directed at humans and those mutants who worked for SHIELD. She felt a wave of contempt for them and her face flickered for half a second before she returned the other speedster’s look, staring right back in his eyes. “Be afraid if you want, but where’s the fun in that? What’re you doing out here anyway?” He was probably here for the exact same reason she was, well, she was on a break and he was probably there for kicks alone but close enough for her. Finishing off her drink, she pulled the lid off the cup and pushed the paper from her burger inside, her eyes not leaving his face. If he wanted a staring contest… |
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| Tommy Shepard | Jul 13 2010, 02:30 AM Post #5 |
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The nature of a speedster was a complex and unique thing. Tommy, as he assumed all those with his particular sort of mutation did, always had to slow down. In his movements, his thoughts, his urges, it all had to be paused and diluted to fit into a world he was out of step with. He had always been mesmerized by the idea of others like him. The thought that there might b other people in the world who shared his experiences, his frustration, and most importantly, his pace was something that kept the white haired boy up at night. The only other person in the world he had met like him was the Pietro, the man he soon learned was his uncle. He had once imagined he would learn the ways of the world from the older man, that Pietro would show him how to survive and flourish with their shared limitations. That however, did not come to pass and the reasons for that were things he'd rather not allow himself to think about. The emergence of this other, more alluring speedster, set off in Tommy the innate hopes that he had stifled for so long now. Perhaps, in a world so crazy and large as this one, there might be someone he could share his life with that was quick enough to keep up with him. That revelation caused him pain. He loved Kimmy, his girlfriend, and would never do anything to hurt her. When he was with her, he felt everything click and come together. Still, try as they might, there were still some things the girl would never share with him, could never share with him. Moving around with Jac was effortless. The constant pacing and plodding of his life melted away, as there was no need for it. It was an intoxicating feeling. It made him feel as though he could do anything, as though he was free. She was close to him and not backing down. His nerves were on fire as they bantered back and forth at lightning speeds, never thinking of pausing. "I'm here because I can be," he said, feeling flush and proud of their shared ability, "Because all the space in the world is just a thought. You know what that's like right ?" He pushed himself even loser to her. Their lips were almost touching. He could feel her warm and rapid breath brushing against his own. What was he doing ? This was wrong. This was dangerous. Perhaps that's why he liked it so much. "Exactly what kind of fun are you looking for ?" |
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| Spitfire | Jul 15 2010, 09:45 PM Post #6 |
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Jac had not been expecting this when she had left Murderworld earlier in the day. If anything she had expected to lose her mind again and end up in the other world, not face to face with a mini Quicksilver. It was kind of cool. No need to check herself, repeat herself if she went off too quickly and her words became an intelligible gabble. That’s why she liked Pietro’s company, but for all his worthy qualities, he wasn’t very…fun. Spitfire almost felt guilty for the thought. Oh well, the white haired speedster had gotten worse, he was a big boy and it wasn’t like she’d tell him. The other speedster moved around her freely and she could see his movements as she knew he could see hers. It wasn’t something that she was terribly conscious of, that a person without the gift of speed might not be able to tell that the blurring of her shape was in fact Jac reaching up to itch her nose or run a hand though her hair. People complained she was too fast, too mouthy, too much with the flames, things that defined her or that she simply couldn’t help unless stripped of her power. He returned her question somewhat cockily and the blonde laughed a little and dropped her cup on the sand by where he had been lying down. She’d bin it in a minute. “I know what that’s like. Do you use that line on all the girls?” she raised an eyebrow at him; she would not be greatly surprised if he said no. Not everyone was that fast and if he was anything like Pietro, he would be faster than herself by at least half. It was then, with his face up close and their eyes sort of level, for he was naturally taller than herself, that she realised she didn’t recall his name, even if she had been told and suddenly it made the situation a little more ridiculous. So swept up in discovering the company of another speedster, they had both rushed past that part and instead were stood, faces almost touching, so close that Jac thought that she could feel his breath on her cheek. He moved jolly fast, no pun intended… Snickering lightly, she leaned in, closing the gap even more, before using a burst of speed to separate from him, moving behind him and folding her arms across her chest, lightly damp with seaspray. “I was just looking for something to do to fill a hole. Don’t get much free time in my line of work so I combined training with fun. I like running on water, it’s almost like flying, don’t you think?” Jac added in a conversational tone, her mind on that aspect of her ability. It was definitely one of the things she was eternally grateful for having learnt from Pietro. It made the world a much smaller place now that she could cross large bodies of water, making several places she’d never imagined of being able to get to a year ago, reachable. For one thing, she wouldn’t be stood here now with a weirdly attractive, younger version of her teammate. Oh, did she just think that? It was kind of weird, really, she’d never be able to look at Quicksilver the same ever again… “Spitfire,” she held out her hand to him, deciding it was high time they shared identities proper, before anything else happened. |
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| Tommy Shepard | Jul 20 2010, 12:36 AM Post #7 |
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Tommy had become impossibly intrigued, if not completely enamored, with his fellow speedster. She spoke lightly, as though she were carefree and happy, or at least aloof to all of the horrors of the world. A funny thought considering that, at least according to some of his peers and teachers back at the Institute, she was partially responsible for some of them. As Tommy dissected her with his eyes, trying to figure out what she was about, he mused that she wasn't at all what he had expected. Tommy had always been leery of members of the Brotherhood, something egged on in no small part by his earlier experience in Murderworld. He had always seen them as awful people, terrorists who cackled from a distance as their horrible and well thought out plans caused things to fall apart. His new found connection with Magneto was still something that threatened to gnaw a hole in the boy's head, should it stay there too long. This girl, with her zippy one liners and fast comebacks, she reminded him more of himself than the terrible mutants he had met while looking for his Uncle. She held absolutely none of the qualities he had equated with the terrorist organization, and that fascinated him to know end. “I know what that’s like. Do you use that line on all the girls?” "I would," he said slyly to the girl's question. "Though I doubt any of them would understand. We're unique creatures, don't you think ? The way we thing the way we talk." He stepped closer. "The way we move. It's all something they can't understand. No matter how much they'd want to. Kimmy flashed through his head. He knew what he was saying was true. "Our bodies," he swallowed hard. "They're made differently." She spoke of the water, how she loved it. "It makes me nervous actually. I'm always afraid I'm gonna kill a fish or something." He bristled, feeling he had sounded ridiculous. She got closer and then rushed away. Was she flirting ? She introduced herself with an extended hand. He powered to her, intent on doing a little flirting of his own. But, as it often did, the klutz in Tommy ruined any chance of him looking dapper. In his haste and nervousness, he tripped over himself, winding and striking her, sending them both to the ground. He landed with his face nearly pressed up against hers, on top of her on the sand. "I'm Tommy," he choked out, grinning widely |
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| Spitfire | Jul 20 2010, 09:20 PM Post #8 |
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This chance meeting was so surreal that Jac expected to wake up any second to her alarm going off or the microwave beeping and stirring her out of some daydream. With the amount of mutants there were in the world, the young woman knew there would be other speedsters out there and then Pietro had joined the Brotherhood’s numbers, physical proof of that fact, along with speed she would probably never posses and many more skills than she’d even thought about developing. He had taught her and she was truly grateful for what she had learned from him and everything, but he wasn’t the most social of persons. The other speedster before her seemed more relaxed and alive than his older counterpart allowed himself to be and that instantly drew the blonde speedster to him. Feeling giddy she laughed, nodding as she agreed with him. “I know, it’s like…It’s like being asked not to breath, to slow down. When people tell me, don’t talk too fast, don’t eat so much, don’t leave flames…I can’t. It goes against my nature, y’know?” Of course he knew. Jac could tell by the look in his eyes that he knew what she meant, just as well as she knew what he was talking about. “Some people try and forget their powers, use them only when they need to as if they’re a curse or something but speed…It’s almost like it defines us. It’s a way of life. God, I was without my speed for a while and I just wanted to die.” There. She said it. With the Brotherhood, she might have implied that, implied the depression that the temporary loss of her abilities had filled her with, if she’d dared anyway. Yeah, no, not great subject material for a night in with terrorists. In their camp, Jac generally shut up and put up, maybe saying something to Pyro when things looked bleak, but whatever it was generally, it wasn’t to be shared. She laughed at his fear of killing a fish, running in a small circle to generate the trails of flames she left everywhere she went. “In that case, I’d probably steam them, the poor buggers!” Looking up, Spitfire was just in time to see the boy crash into her and they fell backwards on to the sand with a thump. Spitting out some hair that had gotten into her mouth along with grains of sand, she blushed a little when she realised how close they were, their skin pressed together. Her mutation had the small downside that her skin was toughened to withstand the speeds at which she travelled, making her reasonably durable, but also meaning her skin had a leathery quality that normally didn’t bother her, but up close and personal like this? Maybe her face was going a little red for a reason. Plus he was really, really close… Tommy introduced himself, noses almost touching and she grinned back. “Jac. It’s Jac really…” she wriggled a little underneath him, pulling herself half out of their impromptu pile and looked down at him, tilting her head to one side, propping herself up with her elbow. “Y’know, just because I’m one of the bad guys, doesn’t mean that I’m a bad girl…” Jac managed to get the words out before she collapsed into giggles. She didn’t even know why she was laughing, she hadn’t said anything funny and neither had he, but his very company was infecting her with some giddy mirth that was impossible to shake off. |
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| Tommy Shepard | Jul 23 2010, 05:00 AM Post #9 |
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The mood, or whatever it was that was making Tommy excited in all the right places was intoxicating. He had embarrassed himself by falling over his feet and literally knocking the girl off her feet as he introduced himself. She didn't seem angry though. She didn't even scoff or walk away the way he imagined most girls would when faced with a super klutz like himself. She grinned, and then politely pulled herself from under his tingling body. Was it possible she thought it was cute. Was it possible she thought he was cute. Tommy tried to shake off these questions. He had a girlfriend after all and he had been through this whole attraction thing before with Laurie, with the result being nothing more than a broken friendship. Still, this was different. The white haired boy couldn't deny that there was a connection there, something almost primal that drew them together. It was as though he had no control over it. Only she could know what it was truly like to be him. It was as though nature it's self was screaming in order to throw the two together. He couldn't though. He loved his girlfriend. He would never do anything to put that relationship at risk. As she moved however, and he watched her body arch and turn in very much the same ways his did, he felt as though he didn't have a choice, and at that moment he didn't want one. "I think I would die without it too. I can't even picture myself like the rest of them," he said, in response to her comment about their shared powers. "Isn't it strange that, even among mutants, we're freaks." There was a happiness about her, a lightness that indicated that maybe she had triumphed in outrunning the pain and duldrums of her own life the way Tommy had only dreamed of doing with his. She defended herself. " Did I say something that led you to believe I thought you were a bad person ? I think you're complicated, and probably a bit confused, but I wouldn't say bad. Though, you do work for my grandfather, so how good could you be right ? I mean, what do you do for him anyway ? I never understood why it was that people couldn't see past everything he is." HE hoped she wouldn't take offense to these questions. Magneto had always been a sore spot for him and he was going to take this chance to shed some light on who he actually was. |
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| Spitfire | Jul 24 2010, 10:54 PM Post #10 |
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Jac was dimly aware that her hat had fallen off as she lay on the sand, the other speedster still partially over her, very much in the same position they had fallen into. Her legs were still beneath him, but she didn’t move to pull them out just yet, she didn’t want to break that little bit of physical contact that made her believe that this might actually be real, that she was on that beach, talking with someone who shared that same spark as she had. And his eyes were pretty…Wait. He was one of the ‘good guys’, one of those self important X-people who stood against people like Jac…Her breath shuddered in her chest for a moment and she tried to chase away the thought by looking at his face. It didn’t matter who they were back home, right, cause they weren’t at home…Maybe. “I know what you mean, it gets so lonely when no one else gets it. Though Pietro does, but he’s not exactly a barrel of ferrets in terms of fun…I suppose every kind has to have them though, freaks I mean,” Jac gave a mischievous grin, that faded as he went on a little, summing up his thoughts of her so far. Tugging at the cord of her bikini top, she adjusted it so she wasn’t slipping and looked down at him, her expression more serious than normal. “It was a bit of humour, mate. But on the subject, I don’t think I’m that confused, not really. I’m a soldier. I do whatever your Grandfather asks of me. He’s not the bad guy if you think about it, really think about it and what we want for the world…Our outcomes might be violent and destructive but we repay in kind what has been done to those who are different over the course of history and what would be done to us, if the real hateful bigots had their way….” She trailed off, looking away as she realised she’d never spoken to anyone outside of the Brotherhood about any of this, but she didn’t want to spoil this, whatever it was, that had suddenly come into being between them. The shared spirit they had, the way they could catch each others moves…Jac didn’t want to let it go. She wanted this to carry on, to not just limit their meeting to this conversation alone. On impulse, as if to chase away the darker clouds of the conversation, the blonde speedster leaned forward, bringing her face close to his, so close their noses touched for a second. “I would glady tell you about what I believe in, but would you really listen? Or…Would you rather do something else?” Snatching up her hat, she pulled her legs out, sprang up and ran, allowing herself one quick glance over her shoulder back at him. He wasn’t stupid, so Jac hoped he’d take the hint and run after her. The speedster didn’t really have a destination in mind, it was about the run. They had spoken of their love for it, of their actual need for it and she felt it time they put their money where their feet was, and just ran. If he was anything like Pietro, he would be the faster, but she didn’t care if he caught her in a second. Truthfully, she quite liked the prospect. |
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| Tommy Shepard | Aug 3 2010, 08:47 PM Post #11 |
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It was no surprise to Tommy that the girl thought her way of living was viable. He had learned in his time at the Institute that most of his grandfather's followers were no lemmings, In stark contrast, they were bright resourceful people who believed in the same sort of militant action that he was famous for. He didn't harbor any ill will toward her for her way of thinking. Instead, he decided to keep the subject off the table for now, as he was not yet ready to entertain the possibility that she might have a point or too. "I don't know. I'm not really ready to look at that objectively. The whole connection to him is still pretty new to me. I can't process the right and wrong thing. All I can remember is him holding me and Billy in that crazy power field." Tommy shook his head, as to brush off the thoughts. "Whatever. I'm sick of my life being a bad daytime talk show." He was in paradise. He was young, and he was with a pretty hot girl who seemed interested in him and shared things he never thought were possible. He wasn't about to ruin the whole thing with a traipse down memory lane. He tried to think of something clever to say, something charming, but his mind was racing too fast, nothing came out. As he was thinking though, she sprinted off, obviously wanting to race or at least run. He smiled. This was his forte. If he could not speak, he could at least act. He ran off after her. She was quick, though not quite as fast as him. He advanced on her, closing the gap and grabbed her, lifting her into the air. "Can't get away from me that easily sweetheart." |
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| Spitfire | Aug 4 2010, 09:48 PM Post #12 |
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As she raced along the sand, Jac realised she hadn’t felt like this in a very, very long time, probably not even since she had been in America, never mind with the Brotherhood. It was funny and it was different, sending her senses jangling in all different directions as her feet thudded along the sand, not even caring if someone saw her using her powers in public, was she that dizzy. The blonde chanced a few glances over her shoulder to see if the white haired boy had taken up her invitation and was following her, her stomach giving a small lurch as she saw him behind her. Snapping her head back, she took a bend, not making it any easier than it had to be for him. She wasn’t like that. Presently, in what was a mere few seconds to an onlooker, but much longer to the speedsters, Tommy caught her up as she expected and the next thing she knew, Jac was off her feet, being held up in the air, her back falling against his chest. Gasping with laughter, Spitfire kicked her legs out helplessly, squirming, propping one of her elbows on his shoulder and pushing gently. She didn’t exactly want him to let go… “Who says I was trying to get away?” she answered him, slightly out of breath and red in the cheeks from the combination of the short run, the struggling and the laughter. Wait, sweetheart, did he call her sweetheart? So distracted was she, that Jac leant back more than she meant to and overbalanced them both. The two speedsters fell backwards into the sand once more, but more heavily this time, sprawling into the damp sand where the waves softly rolled in and out, gently touching the shoreline and lapping over Jac’s feet. Laughter almost overtook her again and she turned her head to look into his soft blue eyes and she swallowed, almost nervously. Yeah, she was really bad at this stuff. “Sorry…Didn’t mean to knock you over there…” she cracked a slight grin and pushed herself up slightly, reducing their tangle of limbs in the process. This was the second time they’d ended up like this on the beach within such a short space of meeting, so she refrained from getting up fully, in case it just went and happened again…The bad thing was that she was drawing the conclusion that she wouldn’t mind if it did happen again. |
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| Tommy Shepard | Aug 12 2010, 04:13 AM Post #13 |
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Tommy caught the girl very quickly, almost instantly. He didn't question her when she alluded to the fact she wanted to be caught. She must have, that would be the only reason he could have gotten to her with such ease. What he did find interesting in that statement was what it implied. In wanting to be caught that meant she wanted to be held and in wanting to be held she might have also wanted.... Jac leaned back and, like a pair of rapidly moving dominoes, they went crashing back down into the sand. It was hard this time, not like before. Tommy smacked his head on the ground and grabbed it smiling. He was having way too much fun to complain about something like that. "Ow," he said, laughing and wrapping his arms around her. "Are you trying to kill me or something ? Is this a new tactic for getting rid of X Men ?" He flipped her over. He was on top of her now and, for the first time, he noticed the waves as they washed across them on the shore. The water tickled them and made the boy excited and anxious. She was wet now, her clothes clung to her body as did his. He was suddenly aware that he was pressed up against her. He shuffled a bit nervously and, as always, took to humor to calm his nerves. "I think I saw this in a movie once. It ended .....well." He looked at her closely, intently. He could handle it no more. With a big quick motion, he pressed his lips to hers, tasting the salt of the water and feeling the electricity between them. |
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| Spitfire | Aug 14 2010, 01:30 AM Post #14 |
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When they fell, Jac had a sudden, intense fear that Tommy would be annoyed at her, but instead he laughed at the predicament, winding his arms about her and made a joke about it, that while she laughed at it, it struck a hollow cord within her. All joking aside, if she did want him dead, he would be well on his way by now. Already that was not a pleasant thought, even for a second, and Jac shoved it out of her mind. He was her enemy only by default, she’d never met him before and didn’t have anything personally against him…and he had his arms around her and it felt so nice… Rolling over, her back hit the wet sand, her hair sticking to her bare skin and stupidly, she wondered if her locker key was still in the pocket of her shorts. Good job she didn’t clip it to her bikini top or anything…Lord, she wished she had some gum or something…His eyes were really pretty. The line about the film was a little cheesy and Spitfire broke into a smile before he leant down and kissed her. As much as she had been expecting something to happen there on that beach, the kiss was still unexpected. He tasted slightly of salt from the seawater splashing at them as well as sunscreen and cinnamon, locks of his hair brushing and tickling at her face as she kissed back, bringing her own arms up around him almost nervously. It was almost too nice…It was…There was… The wet thump of the clump of seaweed against her head was too much and the moment was shattered as Jac pulled back, snickering at the situation. “Did that happen in the film?” she asked, her face flushed as she tilted her blonde head, gently brushing the tip of her nose against his, hugging him close. The speedster was half soaked from the waves, tangled up with her fellow on the shoreline, but some part of her didn’t care. The sensible part however, made her sit up, red in the cheeks. Well, this was delightfully awkward. Looking at Tommy, she couldn't think of a single intelligent thing to say, until her mind suddenly blurted out the one comment that kept on rolling around in there. “You have really pretty eyes.” Yeah, smooth Jac. Really smooth...Retard. |
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