Welcome Guest [Log In] [Register]
Welcome to Xmen Revolution. We hope you enjoy your visit.


You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free.


Join our community!


If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features:

Username:   Password:
Add Reply
Armor and the Brothers Guthrie; Hisako, Sam, Jeb
Topic Started: Sep 27 2010, 12:53 AM (447 Views)
Armor
Unregistered

September 25th
1:15 p.m


It was a beautiful afternoon without a cloud in the sky. Although it was late September and the air was still rather chilly, such a mild day made Hisako want to spend such a day outside as much as she could! Having already gone for a morning swim and a late picnic brunch with some friends, Hisako wanted some peace and quiet by herself again. Balance was key. Tranquility in the pool, then excitement at the picnic, and now... peace.

Hisako had come to the Outdoor Recreation Field to practice a new hobby of hers: painting. One might have thought the forest trails would have been better for this, but Hisako was being smart! Since it was such a great day, everyone was going into the forest trails. Hence, not as peaceful and quiet! Here, in the field, Hisako would have a better chance of being by herself.

Carrying her easel and painting supplies, Hisako took a deep breath as she looked around. The leaves on all the trees were turning from green into reds, oranges, yellows, and browns. Hisako loved this time of year. Green was great, but autumn was so much more diverse in color! It also reminded her of her favorite nursery rhyme her mother would always sing to her, Momiji, or Autumn Leaves. Finding the perfect spot to paint, Hisako began to sing to herself in her usual pleasant soprano.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S3C5ELNQ1ek...player_embedded

Aki no yhuhi ni teru yama-momiji
Sunset on the mountains, the fall trees aglow
Koi mo usui mo kazu aru naka ni
Brilliant shades of autumn - crimson red, tan, yellow.
Matsu o irodoru kaede ya tsuta wa
Maple leaves and ivy adorning the tall pine trees
Yama no fumoto no suso-moyou
Weave a beautiful pattern here at the foot of the mountains.

Tani no nagare ni chiri uku momiji
Autumn leaves at sunset on the mountain streams afloat.
Nami ni yurarete hanarete yotte
Each leaf a shade of autumn - crimson, tan, yellow
Aka ya kiiro no iro samazama ni
Maple leaves as they drift near the bank and away
mizu no uenimo oru nishiki
Weave such beautiful brocades as they go by.

While Hisako sang she began to paint the trees in front of her. Little did she know that two of the Guthrie brothers were also approaching behind her. After all, Hisako's focus was quite legendary within the school, plus her back was too the gate.
Quote Post Goto Top
 
Jeb Guthrie
Member Avatar
Semi-Electrical Optic-Discharge
Football, was hands down, the best sport in the whole world. Those countries who didn't play were all lame. They had no clue what they were missing and it was a damn shame too.

If Jeb could have stayed on his high school football team he would have without thinking twice. He was no star quarterback, but he definitely contributed as his team's wide receiver. It made it that much harder when people found out he was a mutant. Word spread quick in Cumberland, and it wasn't long before his teammates forced him from the team. But of course anyone who knew anything about Jebediah Guthrie, knew that there was no way he was going to stop his obsession for the very American game.

"...Titans killed 'em last night. They screwed up when they went for that pass on third down. Didn't stand a chance the way we've been..."

Jeb ranted on about his favorite team, not really paying attention to wether his eldest brother was actually listening or not. He walked backward through the crisp grass of the rec field, so he could talk to Sam as he moved. Every few steps, tossing the football in his hands up a few inches before catching it again. He lazily brought it back to his shoulder, as he walked and gave a short pass to Sam.

"...Ah, know we're gonna have a good season this year, Browns are lookin' weak an'..."

He held his hands open as he continued to talk waiting for his brother to toss the ball back or respond to his fan babble. Licking his lips he looked to the sky, barely noticing the singing behind him. It wasn't uncommon for others to be on the field so he didn't think much of it.

"Man Sam, you gotta score us some tickets one-a these days. Mista' Grey-Summers has to owe ya good 'r somethin'. No way, you get off workin' fer free."
[align=center]
Posted Image
[/align]
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Sam Guthrie
Member Avatar
Protective Blast Field/Flight
Since Jeb's arrival to the Xavier Institute, the single person believed to have spent the least time with him was of course the ever-busy Sam, consistently putting chores, training, and self- adoration before family. In one way or another, the bumpkin did feel rather bad about it, but nit to the point where he decided to abandon his responibilities around the mansion to fix this problem -- nay, he preferred to keep with daily routines and expect his younger brothers and sister to find him rather than go forth and seek out quality time with them.

Recently, however, the guilt of neglecting the Xavier Institute's newest Guthrie was beginning to take a toll on its original. So much so that the young man couldn't help but offer a few hours of his ever-precious time to Jebediah after noticing a dusty football sitting on a shelf in his closet. For the first time in an unfortunately long while, the coolest of the Guthrie boys were at it again, both having left legacies for their brother Lewis, Sam's at the local middle school and Jeb's at the high school as the two were both pretty damn good receivers.

As they walked together to the front lawn, Jeb more or less drug on about his favorite NFL team, seemingly trying to catch his brother up with all that had happened since their last conversation. The bumpkin had actuually already read this information on various sports websites and from waking up and getting ready to ESPN, but he wasn't about to make his brother feel less special for being able to recite it as well.

Finding a spot suitable for what an hour or so's worth of catch may require, the two stumbled upon an area where Hisako had set up nearby. The young girl seemed to be singing, but Sam paid little heed to it. The girl was clearly in her element and was not to be disturbed. The only words coming from his mouth was th occasional "Uh-huh" or "That right?" to assure his little brother that he was listening.

As they tossed the ball back and forth, Sam began to smile slightly. It was odd, in a way, to be doing this, but it sure was fun, as well as nostalgia-provoking. For the first time in a long while, Sam truly missed being in middle school, almost ad much as he missed having a normal life and no firy farts. His brother reminded him of the way life used to be, as well as what his sense of humor once was. "Jeb, you are aware that us X-Men and Scott ain't celebrities, right? Like Scott does have some money, but that guy's not like us, he spends it on stuff he actually needs. Kinda dumb if you ask me, but Ah think we'd have to start doing some fundraisimg and puppy dog eyes of you want to go to a game, though it does sound like a heck of a time." The young man nodded and grinned, almost as if he was agreeing with someone. Else who had said the same thing.

As Jeb began to slow down between thoughts, the young man thought it big-brotherly to pry into his thoughts. "Say bud, you likin' it here? Any of your teachers cool, or do we gotta egg their house?"
Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Armor
Unregistered

Hisako finished her song just as the Brothers Guthrie started to throw a reddish brown, oblong... ball?... back and forth. Looking back over her shoulder quickly, she remembered the name of what they were doing. "Football." They didn't have football, or American Football, in Japan, so Hisako had never played. Not that she really wanted too. She preferred painting.

Sam Guthrie was an X-Man, and a very nice person. Sure, he'd been rude to her in Tokyo all that time ago, but she'd forgiven him since. He was a humble gentleman, and Hisako had much respect for him. Jeb Guthrie... well, she didn't want to even think of what she thought of him.

Blushing to herself, Hisako returned to her canvas. She smiled as she mixed together a dark red and gold paint to make a rust colored orange. Hisako wasn't going to let anything bother her today. It was a perfect day, after all.

Quote Post Goto Top
 
Jeb Guthrie
Member Avatar
Semi-Electrical Optic-Discharge
Jeb had always been on the more independent side of the Guthries. Out early, back late. Making it so even back home in Kentucky, time spent with Sam tended to be pretty sporadic. So who could blame the kid for jumping on the opportunity to hang out with his brother? After all it seemed like he was only going to see the guy once in a blue moon.

Sam was pretty cool. What was cooler than having an X-Man for a brother? NOTHING. Well, actually, the Titans came pretty close. Which was why Jeb insisted on spending the last twenty minutes going over their most recent game in full detail. He could have continued all day had Sam not come in with a new line of conversation.

"Ah'll bet, with all the money Mista Grey Summers spends on that jet's fuel, he could get tickets for the whole school an' some." he quipped with have a smile, pausing slightly. "You could be celebrities, Ah mean, what's so different between you an' the Fantastic four or somthin'." His tone darkened subtly, but never lost that animated air that had always been Jeb's trademark.

He didn't mind Sam's brotherly prying, he was kind of used to it by now and just grinned at his brother's following question.

"No way man, this place is sick. The dinin' hall has the best baked mac n' cheese especially if you mix it with green jello. Except the others don't really like the jello part."

As he spoke, he began to throw the ball more forcefully, testing to see if Sam would still catch it. He knew the X-men trained wicked hard but he was pretty sure they didn't use any footballs in their danger room sessions. Besides he knew Sam had been good in middle school and that was like ten years ago or something so who really knew how good he still might be. Which made it ironic when it was Jeb who missed the first pass.

Probably the same reason his coach would scream at him every time he chit-chat during practice. He was too easily distracted. He leaned out and reached, too late to catch the pigskin. Instead, he clipped it with the tips of his fingers, angling it slightly and sending it crashing into the easel that held up armor's painting.
[align=center]
Posted Image
[/align]
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous)
« Previous Topic · Xavier Institute Archive · Next Topic »
Add Reply