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| A Spark on the Fuel; [Nitro, Sadie Newman] | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 12 2011, 07:00 AM (350 Views) | |
| Nitro | Jan 12 2011, 07:00 AM Post #1 |
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January 10th, 2011 9:30 pm Sanctuary ------------------------------------------------ A typical Hollywood movie would prefer to locate the dark brooding character in some seedy hole-in-the-wall bar, slumped in a corner drinking hard liquor. The room would be smokey, and although most other patrons of the bar looked sinister and sleazy none of them dared mess with "the man in the corner." The only problem in this was that everyone knew who the dark brooding man was; he was plain as day. That's why Nitro preferred brooding at a dance bar filled with people, flashing lights, and loud pulsing sounds. No one paid attention to you unless they really wanted to, nor could they really see you or hear you. As long as you could tolerate the seizure-inducing beats, this was the perfect spot to be lost in the crowds. With another nod to the bartender with extremely bright green eyes and blue hair, Nitro ordered another drink. Within seconds an Old-Fashioned was slid his way. One of the setbacks with Nitro's local: beer wasn't all too common at a place like this. Most people ordered those ridiculous fu-fu drinks. Revolting but understandable really. Deciding to people watch, Nitro turned and gazed through the lights towards those around him. Others at the bar were currently engaged in conversation. Those farther way danced the night away. A photokinetic and one or two other light-based mutants made a rather good living here providing the light-shows, while a a sound based mutant with... God help him, the worse haircut of all time... provided the music. Eye contact was few and far between, until a vaguely familiar face caught his attention. Auburn hair glimmered as she moved. She was a pretty little thing, dressed to kill for a night out. If he remembered correctly, she was a new member of the Brotherhood. Codename: Orbit. Nitro didn't like using real names, but to his knowledge hers was something preppy like Stacy or something. Suited her, by the looks of it. Not that he judged on looks. For a brief second, their eyes met from across the room. Not in a romantic way or anything even close in resemblance. It was merely a moment of recognition. Orbit started to weave through the crowd towards the elder Brotherhood member. Great. Just what he needed. |
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| Sadie Newman | Jan 13 2011, 04:18 AM Post #2 |
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Sadie banged her fourth successive shot glass down on the bar and grinned back at the neon blue mutant who had capitulated at three. Indignant, he thrust a twenty dollar note at her and glared. “What the hell, yous too light to handle that much!” He spluttered, knowing from personal experience that she weighed an alarmingly small amount; having knocked her flying and been challenged to a drinking competition as a result. “Low bone density,” the auburn haired mutant replied, a somewhat cryptic expression flashing over her features. Since her ability had manifested in her teenage years, the density of her bones had slowly been decreasing, a couple of percent every year. She’d had no official medical diagnosis, but during the apocalypse a mutant with the ability to heal had revealed the anomaly. Aware of it now, Sadie was able to use her ability to keep an eye on the decrease, which happened despite exercise and vitamins. It wasn’t so much an issue now – except that it was a bit easier to break her bones – but it probably would be as the years advanced. She had no idea how to address the situation. “Freak,” the blue mutant quipped ironically as the pair receded back into the gyrating mass that made up the patrons of the club. This wasn’t so much Sadie’s kind of place, but occasionally she enjoyed music loud enough to rip through your body and send vibrations through the floor. Tonight appeared to be one such night, so she’d allowed Cerulean and Cato, also lower Brotherhood members, to drag her here. The fact that all of this – the lights, the music – were mutant controlled just added to the appeal. She wasn’t long in Sanctuary, even newer to the Brotherhood, and it still fascinated her at how commercial some of the mutant powers could be, and how integral others were to the running of the whole city. The only exposure she’d had over the years to mutant powers that were not her own or her families, had been in combat situations. Otherwise, she’d stayed inside her own little bubble of self-denial until she no longer could. Now, though, she embraced her obscure side. The scary part that made humans run and hide. Grinning to herself, Sadie slithered her way deeper into the mass of bodies that appeared to be having a mass seizure and enjoyed herself. Until somebody got a little unwelcomingly friendly. As the hand snaked up her side, the gravitational mutant snarled a growl, slapped the hand away angrily and retreated to the fringes of the dance floor. It was there, standing on spiked heels and with dabs of luminescent liquid mottling her arms – from a dance with a mutant glow stick – that Sadie’s eyes flicked over, and then back to, an unexpected sight. Nitro, recently released ticking time bomb. She didn’t even know his real name, she’d been told it was unlikely she’d ever find it out. Something about Sir Blow-Up-A-Lot being a paranoid son of a bitch. In a flash of idiocy, Sadie began weaving her way through the people clustered at the edge of the dance floor, and again at the lip of the bar. She deftly slithered between them and bumped up against the bar, before hollering “Water!” at the closest bar tender. While the man filled her order, Sadie turned to Nitro and grinned. “Here for a dance, old man?” |
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| Nitro | Jan 13 2011, 08:03 AM Post #3 |
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Nitro had to admit one thing: Orbit wasn't sore on the eyes, to say the least. He always had a thing for redheads. Not that he'd ever admit that in a million years. She seemed to hold herself up well too, noticing her snarl as she slapped away a perverted hand. A bit too much though. Something about this woman radiated cockiness. Egotism. Typical of someone her age these days. Orbit probably thought she was already cut out to be a prime member of the glorious Brotherhood. Oh well. He'd seen worse at least. Long sharp heels clicking on the floor, barely audible over the pulsating drone of "drum and bass" or whatever it was called, Nitro knew Orbit was next to him even after he'd adverted his gaze. "Water" she called out. Nitro could feel her eyes on him, and chose to simply shift his eyes sideways rather then turn his head to face her. "Here for a dance, old man?" A long pause came between the two mutants. "No" Returning to his drink, Nitro fully attempted to ignore all other conversation. Behind him, three mutants then approached. Surprisingly, they all looked normal save the middle one who worn an unusually large jacket for being indoors. They also seemed a bit drunk. "Hey there babe" slurred the jacket-wearing man. "What's shaking?" |
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| Sadie Newman | Jan 17 2011, 09:36 PM Post #4 |
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Sadie was cocky. She had no reason not to be; she could smack down the strongest human without even lifting a finger, and knew she could fight well enough to keep herself alive against other mutants. She was far from spectacular, but she did passably well. It helped that her mutation leaned readily towards destruction, and it was her intention that her time with the brotherhood would be spent training her ability so that she might do the organisation justice. She might be surly, foul mouthed bitch, but guerrilla warfare seemed like something Sadie could really excel at. She was small and compact, with a temper and a vindictive nature; she could hide easily and would happily inflict punishment upon anybody she considered deserved it. Which would mostly be humans. Bastards. In the silence that Nitro let stretch between them, Sadie’s order was filled and a bottle of iced water slid across the bar. In such a high energy situation, the almost-alcoholic red head recognised the need for hydration, hence the water. She unscrewed the cap and gulped down several mouthfuls in the ensuing silence, which was broken by a single word that didn’t encourage conversation at all. Not that that was such an issue; Sadie merely considered it a challenge, and decided she’d get the old coot to talk even if it meant blowing him up. As Nitro turned back to his drink and effectively shut her, and apparently the rest of the rather loud club, out, Sadie slid along the bar until she was closer to him – invading his personal space in fact. Her movements were not overtly sexual, because... well. He was old. But there was a sensuality to them, a slither of hips and brush of exposed thigh, because Sadie was not above using things to her advantage. In such a crowded, loud environment, body language was the best tool and this would hopefully get his attention. Narrowing her grey gaze on the older Brotherhood member, Sadie placed a hand on one hip and asked, “Then why come here, Ni--“ The voice came from in front of her – behind Nitro – and was loud enough to cut through her question. Annoyance flashed across the gravikinetic’s features as she lifted her face to eye those who had interrupted her, revealing three mutants, one of which was dressed irrationally warm for such confined environment. “I’m busy, idiots” she snapped, the annoyance that had been present on her features was now reflected in her voice, distorted almost to disdain. Without waiting for a reply, Sadie returned her attention back to Nitro, a raised eyebrow indicating she still expected her question to be answered. |
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