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| Topic Started: Dec 19 2010, 12:33 AM (542 Views) | |
| Rage | Dec 19 2010, 12:33 AM Post #1 |
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December 20, 2010 3:43am Rage had woken up in the middle of the night and couldn’t fall back asleep. Nights like that happened every now and then, since her return from the CAGE. Since her return from the crossing worlds most of her time was spent wondering, pondering, thinking. About anything, everything, her experience, what she had seen. With how much she had on her mind it was no wonder she couldn’t get back to sleep. That and the slightest noise jerked her awake. Keeping mostly to herself. Then when the Brotherhood moved out of Murderworld. Thinking Gambit was a traitor didn't seem... right. But, as word had it, he tipped off the humans. The Rage bringer felt off. Memories of home had surface, good memories. Ones that made her give a little smile as she recalled the details of her life before her mutant life had started. The hazel eyed girl sat at a table, staring at the surface of it and not blinking for a good long while. A normal act her mother used to do when she was deep in thought. Old faded scars that marked her arms caught the attention of her eyes. Peering down at them that was when she realized her eyes hurt from lack of moisture blinking would normally provide. After blinking several times she ran her fingers lightly over the scars that were made by such a beast that she had never seen or will ever see again. As Rage outlined the scars with her finger she kept her mind on CAGE. While her time there was a living hell it had it’s good points. Things she had missed since it went crashing down on the Nevada desert. Like certain things that were hard to let go. Things that she thought a shake of her head would help to make it go away and leave her mind. Such things that were dangerous to think of at times like this. Rage raised her hand to rub her forehead and sighed deeply. Knowing most everyone was asleep but wouldn’t mind some company. The dark haired girl had kept mostly to herself since her return. No one really asked so she didn’t bother to tell. Usually she had kept to herself, that was how she had preferred it. Not that she felt there was anyone within the Brotherhood or the Acolytes that she could talk to. For the first time in… ever, she felt too alone. And maybe divulging in the sort of thoughts she would think about was not a good idea. But even unimportant idle chit chat was fine with Rage. She stared once again at the faded marks on her arms deep in thought once again. She would be too focused to hear footsteps approaching. Everything that was happening was being hit at full throttle. Tina felt like she could use a friend. |
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| Jesse | Dec 19 2010, 05:59 PM Post #2 |
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“Twenty-one. Twenty-two. Twenty... three...” Letting go of the chin-up bar, Jesse dropped to the ground lightly landing with a supernatural grace that wasn't possible to most humans. Good thing she wasn't human. Right now she wished she was. She glared up at the chinup bar again before jumping up to grab it in a wider grip this time, pulling up on it as the muscles in her back contracted. As soon as her chin reached the top of the bar, she raised her knees until her thighs were against her chest, then dropped them at the same time she lowered her body. That was one. As she continued to do her set till failure, her mind raced. Primal, Gambit, Magneto, Primal, Murderworld, Gambit, Pietro, X-Factor, Jac, Gambit... it was a never ending cycle of tortured thoughts and predicaments she found herself in. She hated what Primal's current job was doing to him, and she hated the fact that Gambit was suffering under her guy's hands. Jesse didn't care about who betrayed who... what was happening wasn't natural, and it was destroying souls. She understood the Brotherhood's message, but their methods were too cruel and brutal; were Magneto to follow a more honorable line of reasoning and practice more self control, then she would have willingly followed him without question. In trying to drive out humanity, however, the Master of Magnetism was trying to expel the humanity that had been inherited from homo sapien parents – the good parts of humanity that had existed in her mother and father... her brother. Erik Lehnsherr no longer possessed such a thing, and the decay of it withing Primal was turning him into more of an animal than anything else, while it was driving Quicksilver mad. With each thought fueling her anger and frustration at the situation, every repetition of the workout became more jerky... more forced. She was taking out her frustrations on her own body, and it was costing her good form, making her tire quicker. She dropped to the floor after eleven... unable to do any more than that. With a growl of frustration, Jesse grabbed the towel she'd draped over a chair and mopped the sweat off her face. She needed something to eat before checking on a few things. With a final look at the pullup bar, Jesse left the Brotherhood barracks gymnasium and made her way to the mess hall. Ten minutes later With a bowl of oatmeal and some bacon on a plate, Jesse made her way into the dining area, her eyes flickering to the large clock on the wall to note that it was approximately a quarter to four in the morning – the same time it would be in New York. Magneto had chosen the time zone based on where most of their enemies were... namely the remnants of SHIELD. With a new leader in the military organization's seat of power, they were trying to rebuild from the ashes of what the Brotherhood had destroyed. Jesse wondered if they'd ever be the same again. After noting the time, the cartel heiress noticed that there was only two other people in the room... one purple male picking up his tray and taking it back into the kitchen, and Rage. She seemed lost in thought, sitting at the table by herself, her hazel eyes tracing over scars. Jesse's empathic abilities detected more going on behind that calm exterior than simply a recounting of how she came across those scars. She seemed like she could use some company, and Jesse didn't really feel like eating alone... not with all those horrible things to ponder still floating around in her mind. “Can't sleep? Why aren't you out killing humans,” she asked, a sarcastic note in her tone as she sat down across from Tina, placing her tray on the table and picking up a slice of crispy maplewood smoked bacon. “How did you get them,” she inquired, pointing at her arms with the piece of meat before taking a bite of it. |
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| Rage | Dec 20 2010, 04:48 AM Post #3 |
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Tina's head snapped to the voice that addressed her. It was Jesse, admittedly she wasn't someone who she had known very well. Despite them being on the same team for a few years now. Flashing the blonde a small smirk she replied, “I do my human killing after seven o'clock.” The hazel eyed girl made no objection verbally or visually to Jesse sitting down with her. When she inquired about her scars the Rage Bringer glanced down at them and rubbed the end of her scars. “Do you remember CAGE?” She took in a deep breath and continued, “That's where these are from. They had quite a defense to make sure no one escaped. This is proof I can get my hands dirty. That and the blood stains from everyone else that won't wash out.” Rage sighed, “That was... an experience.” She was never one to get her hands directly dirty. Her power made it easier to avoid that. Recently she's had to get her hands more and more dirty. “That's why I'm even awake at this hour. I forget where I am and think a small noise is a guard walking down the hall.” Rage wanted to explain some of the more in depth detail of the CAGE. She didn't really discuss her experience within the humans prison. “They would come in the middle of the night from time to time and drag us out of bed. We called it the Pit. It was were they would randomly pick inmates to fight one another.” The girl flickered a look back at Jesse and continued, “Sorry. I don't normally talk this much.” She didn't, normally she kept to herself and let other talk. Tina found that she annoyed or angered people whenever she did speak. She half wondered if she just leaked out rage and hate. It made more sense than her fellow mutants hating her for just being there. |
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| Jesse | Jan 17 2011, 01:17 AM Post #4 |
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“Oh god no,” Jesse talked around half a mouthful of bacon, “Please don't stop. You have no idea how nice it is to talk to someone who isn't spewing human hatred laced with profanity twenty-four seven.” Though there was a large degree of human bashing in a place like Sanctuary, which was expected in an all-mutant environment filled with refugees from prejudice against their kind – Jesse was exaggerating a bit. Absolom discouraged open verbal expression of human distaste without just cause... especially for those that worked for Sanctuary. His jurisdiction over the Brotherhood was somewhat questionable, but as someone so trusted by Magneto, he still pulled quite a bit of weight. “Yeah... Tom brought me in after you guys had gone. Something like a year, wasn't it? It was a long time... I remember that for sure. A year in the CAGE. How the hell did you do it? I don't think I would've been able to. If I got asked to do the job, I probably woulda said thanks but no thanks. Still... I guess that's why you're higher up the food chain than I am. I'm one of those people who don't really like to get their hands that dirty.” With a shrug, Jesse picked up a piece of toast, “I'll help out on the business side of things and if they really need an extra pair of hands when the going gets rough, but I don't like fighting. I hate the war. I mean, I'm no saint. I've done some pretty stone cold things, but I don't know... this constant weight that's on top of us... I just don't think I have the ability to stomach it like Primal or Jac or Pyro... or you.” She pointed to Rage's scars, “Like you said... you can hold your own and you have the scars to prove it. A year in the CAGE? I wouldn't want to tangle with you.” |
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| Rage | Jan 17 2011, 05:17 AM Post #5 |
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Rage smiled at Jesse when she said it was nice to hear someone not talk about some human hate rant. She continued on about CAGE and she sat in silence. The way the blonde was talking she never really thought she had even reached that level of intimidation. It was enough to have her say that she wouldn't be able to stomach what she did. That she wouldn't want to tangle with the hazel eyed girl. The Rage Bringer didn't really know how she felt about that. She never considered herself powerful. One topsoil mind scan from a telepath and her head took on a war's worth of pain. Rage spoke, “If I can be honest with you, Jesse... I don't like getting my hands dirty.” She looked towards the doors and around the room in case any other Brotherhood member would suddenly enter. Seeing that no one had she continued, “I prefer to stand in the back where I can get involved, but not get my hands dirty.” The hazel eyed girl looked at Jesse's plate of food for a moment before looking back to her. “CAGE was a nightmare. It was nothing to say 'yes' to at first. I knew what it meant, I thought of the possibilities that may happen. But there was one I didn't anticipate. I made a friend. A few, actually. One or two, but it could have be more. But in the end, they left, hate me, or they died. I think.. no matter how bad the CAGE was, if I went back in time and Magneto asked me again, I'd say yes.” Rage took a glance at her scars. “So many things to take back, and I'd keep my time in their mutant prison.” Rage looked back at Jesse, “Would that make me some screwed up masochist?” She thought on that as Jesse kept eating, all the torment she suffered in that hell hole and it's something she didn't regret. It didn't seem like she had no reason to regret it, even though some aspect of that experience in her life pained her. It was still one of the more notable marks in her life that she had no problem admitting to. But not for the reasons others would think. |
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| Jesse | Jan 22 2011, 07:53 PM Post #6 |
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Jesse paused, her half-eaten toast halfway to her mouth as she stared at Rage, surprise painted on her face, “Yeah... I'd say that makes you a masochistic psycho.” She chewed on her piece of buttered toast, trying to imagine what it would have been like in a maximum security mutant prison facility. So many mutants gathered in one place... all their natural powers cut off after years of being used to using them in daily life. Most of them already rough and aggressive... it made for a very volatile atmosphere, and she couldn't help but wonder how someone like Rage had lasted so long. She seemed like such a frail little girl who could be broken so easily in a place such as the CAGE. Swallowing her food, she took a sip of her orange juice before going on, “You're completely insane to be willing to do something again. Why? To what purpose? Would you be willing to throw away another chunk of your life for the Brotherhood? Are you really so sold on what it stands for that you'd be okay with sacrificing your life again for them. Frankly, I'm surprised.” She shook her head, picking up a fork and stirring some eggs around on her plate, “I couldn't do it. I mean... I appreciate what Sanctuary stand for and what it means to mutants. I can understand why Magneto does what he does, but there comes a time where you have to put your foot down and say, “Enough is enough... I can't deal with anymore. I mean... there's a line, y'know? Do you cross it? Does all this mean that much to you?” |
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| Rage | Jan 23 2011, 05:38 AM Post #7 |
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The hazel eyed girl looked towards the door. If anyone entered that she didn't want to be part of the conversation entered the room she would be quick to change the subject. “I don't know.” Rage took in a deep breath, “Don't get me wrong. CAGE was hell. I wouldn't do it twice in a lifetime. I just wouldn't take back going in. The mission was always for the Brotherhood, but it's not the reason why I wouldn't take it back. I met... Well there was someone in there he-” She stopped herself to think about her words. “He was probably the first person I ever met who thought I was nice. Kind even. And to him, I was. He was going to come with me after we broke out. But... well I wouldn't let him do that. I said a lot of things that wasn't true. I couldn't let him follow me here.” Rage moved her eyes to look at Jesse. “As painful as it was to do that, I wouldn't take that back either. He was too good." "If he did come with me... I can't picture him standing beside me while Magneto murdered the President. Or behind me while I caused a riot in Penn Station. I don't have many friends. He was a friend, and I had to push him away. He thought himself a monster. I didn't want his feelings to confirmed. Not wanting to take back going to the CAGE isn't for the Brotherhood.” Rage looked back down to her scars. “I'll deny it, if you repeat any of this.” She stayed silent for a moment before speaking again, “I don't think I should be thinking any of this... Let alone saying it.” She shifted as if she was uncomfortable. That sort of thinking is what got someone the death penalty with Magneto. Her hazel eyes shot around the room to make certain she wasn't heard by an Acolyte or other Brotherhood members. That was the sort of reason why she kept to herself. “You can forget everything I said.” She cleared her throat, and as the Rage Bringer's thoughts roamed to could happen if her words were ever heard by Magneto. She took a deep breath. |
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| Jesse | Feb 4 2011, 08:05 PM Post #8 |
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Jesse sat there in silence, pushing a bit of food around on her plate as she listened to Rage basically confess how she turned away a possible recruit for the Brotherhood. One that was ripe for the brainwashing Magneto would have likely given the man; according to her, he sounded vulnerable... someone who could be taken in his moment of weakness and shaped into a man with a cause, and all for a woman. The fact that Tina had taken steps to make sure he ran the other way made her admire the girl even more – she was a woman who didn't let her passions get in the way of what she needed to do. Or was she. Without a word to confirm that she was ready to forget Tina's secret, Jesse stuck a piece of toast in her mouth and bet a small chunk off, sitting back in her seat as she chewed on it thoughtfully. “It's amazing what we women will do for a man. We think of what we should do and what we shouldn't do. We're rational, responsible, mature adults with the ability to make clear, concise decisions, and then a man gets in the way and all of it goes out the window.” She shook her head with a snort and tossed the rest of the toast back on the plate. She shouldn't be in Sanctuary. Jesse had come under the pretense of seeing her brother again, but now that he was dead, she'd had no reason at all to stick around... except for Raen. Her gut told her to get the fuck out... to go back to Cali and make her fortune off the backs of her predecessors. She wasn't a saint, but the amount of bloodshed on this scale had her trying desperately to keep her head above water. She often felt trapped in a world she'd never really understood, and when she finally did, it was too late – for her head... and her heart. “Don't worry, chick. Your secret will die with me. You ever thought about hunting him down? Explaining the situation to him? Maybe see about having him move to Sanctuary? He wouldn't have to join the Brotherhood, you know.” Jesse leaned forward and looked at her intently, offering her a sly smile, “It's not too late to have a little something for yourself.” |
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| Rage | Feb 5 2011, 06:27 PM Post #9 |
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Rage took a deep breath after Jesse asked if she ever thought of looking up the man she was talking about. “Honestly, I have. But I doubt it'd ever happen. I don't think he'd like it here. That would be if it was possible for him to forgive me. I was very convincing, and the things I said to him... I was very cruel and heartless. I wouldn't blame him if he hated me until he died." "Even after explaining it, there would be a lot of 'could have' or 'should have's that would have probably been better.” Looking back to Jesse she explained more what happened, and why she felt he could never forgive her. “We just broke out of CAGE. His friend had just died... in his arms too. And I just kicked him more while he was down. I told him he was nothing, and nothing to me." "That I only got close to him because I used him to help break me and my team out. I was horrible to him. If I said any thing like what I said to him, to anyone else... well, you probably would have taken a swing at me.” She gave a small smirk to mask how that really made her feel. She hated herself for saying what she said. But it had to be done. “I think that ship has sailed for me. People have a limit as to how far they'll forgive someone.” For the Rage Bringer, she was certain that he would never forgive her. She was almost fine with that. As long as he didn't, he'd stay away from where she was. “To be honest, I'm okay with that.” Which wasn't a complete lie. “He's... to good. I don't know what he saw in me.” Rage gave a small, short chuckle and flickered her eyes to her arms and hands. “He was I was too nice. I think to him I was. Which is why I guess it made what I said to him that much worse.” Looking back at Jesse she felt a need to explain herself further, “I didn't lead him on or anything... I just...” Liked him too much. “Well I guess it doesn't really matter.” She took in a deep breath feeling as thought it really didn't matter. He was where he was, and so was she. |
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