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| Topic Started: Aug 8 2011, 03:12 PM (355 Views) | |
| Shard | Aug 8 2011, 03:12 PM Post #1 |
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[align=right]Saturday, August 6, 2011 8:30 pm ______________________________________________________ A few hours ago - 6:13 pm[/align] After an afternoon of lounging around at the Institute, Shard had gotten all dolled up and raring to go into Manhattan. Between the constant phone calls and hours upon hours of research of quantum physics. Shard understood that the more she understood quantum physics the more she would come to understand the true nature of her abilities. In fact, quantum physics could explain just about any mutant ability aside from telepathy, a power that seemed more dangerous than any other imaginable power. All living beings succumb to the mind. The mind, a powerful tool that dictates and holds the essence of a being, is the most vulnerable segment of the body. If anyone were to gauge the strength of Shard's mind a few hours ago, it would be obvious that her mind were extremely vulnerable. For the past few months, all Shard has been doing is crunching numbers, doing lab experiments, more numbers, and several menial office tasks. Despite what other enthusiastic freshman in Quantum Physics thought, it is not as fun as all the advisers chalk the experience up to be. It can be exhausting quite frankly. Shard just needed to get her mind out of the Institute, her apartment, the lab, and seeking any connections into the Criminal Justice field. She just needed to get out. Eat out, stop by grandmothers, do some shopping, and come back to hit the bed. A miniature vacation that was much needed. She invited Sean and Bishop so this miniature should be a ton of fun. Bishop had recently be offered a new position in SHIELD, which Shard is not sure she is suppose to know about, and Shard has been drowned in work she's not passionate about for past several months now. It was time both of them had some R&R. Nothing like some Hooters wings and a pair of tits that strikes a woman's confidence down a notch to take your mind off of her common work week. Shard had heard of Sean and his new offspring situation and invited Sean. She figured that he would love a chance to escape just for a little while. Apparently, he was like her unofficial uncle. Maybe they could ride together to Manhattan. It's a pretty lonely drive to Manhattan if you don't have somewhere there to talk to. "I wonder if Bishop and Sean are already here?" she asked herself aloud. Shard was pacing back and forth in her room. One trip back to her closet and forth to her bedroom mirror. She had to have tried on at least 6 different outfits. It was no use of wearing outfits that accentuate her chest. Hooters girls always made her feel like she needed a boob job either way. Finally, she settled for a black button up shirt and a pair of grey slacks with a pair of black heels that had a silver flower before the closing of the toe shoes. To make up for the lack of breast thereof, she brought out the silver in her shoes by wear a long silver necklace that came down to her mid abs and big silver hoop earrings. Accessories make everything better! She felt fabulous. Now, it's time to look for Sean and Bishop. Maybe they were lingering around the Institute somewhere. If not, Shard would just take one of the cars in the deck. She dialed Bishop's number in her cellphone as she turned off the lights in her room. She closed and locked the door as her cellphone continued to ring to Bishop's cell. Hopefully, he was a step ahead of her and not at work and had already called Sean to figure out where he was. Her heels clacked down the hallway as she trotted down the hall to the main floor, where she would try and get a hold of Sean and Bishop. [align=right]_________________________________________ Now[/align] The two hour car drive was a bit of a stretch but it was well worth it. Two hours and some minutes, Shard found herself in the epicenter of boob town center. Girls left and right made her want to stuff tissues down her shirt, but it was okay though. Shard was looking forward to an evening of mindless bliss with her brother, Bishop, and Sean. She had a feeling that it was going to be a good night. |
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| Sean Cassidy | Aug 9 2011, 03:21 PM Post #2 |
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It wasn't ever going to go away. Sean stared as dispassionately as possible at the screen, taking in the latest news on the riots from Great Britain, and even then the images turned his stomach. Gangs of thugs had seemingly procured a list of retail outlets and houses where mutants worked and lived and were conducting racially-motivated attacks in numbers. Whole buildings, some historic, were being reduced to piles of ash by blazing infernos; stores were being bricked, torn apart, whilst suspected mutant clerks were beaten and mugged. Families with members born with the X-gene were being driven out of their residences, whilst their possessions were ransacked, stolen, destroyed. The anarchy that had gripped parts of America was now tearing Britain asunder; given its history of religiously-motivated violence, Sean even feared for his homeland in the wake of the spreading terror and confusion. His attention was pulled away from the television by Shard's arrival in the foyer, and he attempted his best friendly face through the open passage to the lounge, despite what he was seeing on the news reports. "Guess we're moving," he said, hitting the off switch on the remote as he stood. When Bishop had first suggested dinner in Manhattan, he'd been less than enthused: the journey always seemed more effort than it was worth, and a night in the city always ended up being expensive; but since his friend had offered to drive, who was Sean to complain? The fact that Shard was coming along also was another bonus: two Bishops for the price of one was not a deal that was available every day. Lucas' little sister had been like a niece to him since he'd arrived at Xavier's a couple of years previous, and working with her had helped to solidify his growing friendship with her older brother. In such good company, the car ride was surprisingly bearable. He even excused Bishop for his terrible taste in music, or at least what Sean deemed to be 'terrible'; but let's face it, there was never any accounting for taste, and we're talking about a man in his late thirties who still listened to Journey and the Eagles as if he were still in the early '80s. (Just be grateful he was no longer rocking a mullet and a pierced lobe). They arrived at the upper class establishment that was Hooters a little after 8.30pm and chose a corner booth. Sean smirked a little at Sharmaine over the top of his menu; she seemed hell bent on inspecting every woman who walked past, waitress or not. He wondered for a moment if it was meaningful that she kept staring at their chests, but he shook the thought away. He was pretty sure Bishop would have mentioned if his sister chose Hooters just to check out the 'talent', as it were. A buxom waitress who couldn't have been much older than his daughter arrived at their table then, and Sean tried to order a Jameson without looking at her, only to be informed that the closest thing they had was beer. He shrugged and nodded: "Just a beer then. Surprise me." He'd normally ask what exactly was available, but he wasn't about to prolong the experience, and the menu unfortunately did not specify. Not that Sean was any kind of traditionalist, but there was something slightly creepy about a nineteen-year-old redhead flaunting her goods in his direction. Maybe he'd just been alone for too long. Once the others had ordered their drinks and food, he had to go through the slightly frustrating procedure of ordering from the young Irish American lass once more without making eye contact: “I’ll have the… ah, the chili bowl. With cheese. And a side of ‘curley’ fries. Oh, and cole slaw.” He finally raised his gaze and smiled politely at her before handing his menu over and turning back to his friends. “So, Lucas. I take it ye’ve seen the news. How long before this turns into humans killin’ mutants, d’ye reckon?” he asked once the waitress had departed, keeping his voice hushed. “And what does your girl Maria plan to do about all this?” Realizing he had launched straight into such serious talk apropos of nothing, on what was supposed to be a nice relaxing meal, Sean turned to Shard to apologize. “Forgive me for gettin’ right down to… business. I just wanna make sure that our students are gonna be safe. Our family, our loved ones.” He turned his gaze back to Bishop then to hammer home his nuanced point: “I need to know that yer lot is gonna be there to protect us if this political and religious bigotry turns into persecution, or worse.” Even in hushed tones, Sean was careful not to give away Lucas’ identity; he knew how hard SHIELD worked in order to keep the general public largely ignorant about the very fact of its existence, or at least the details of what exactly it existed for. Come to think of it, even Banshee was a little shady on that subject. |
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| Bishop | Aug 12 2011, 09:23 AM Post #3 |
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Everything was so crazy lately that a break would do him some good. So he, Sharmaine, and Sean had organized a little get together. The drive to the mansion was uneventful thankfully; no surprise calls over the dispatch radio telling him that a 40ft tall mutant elephant was rampaging in Sudan or something. When he pulled up to the mansion he'd called home for so many years, he turned the roaring monster that was his car off and made his way inside. He was on time as usual, but he figured his baby sister was going through half her wardrobe to find an outfit she found suitable; Sean he had no idea about, but it wasn't overly long before both of them were found and they made their way to the Hooters. The ride was not a short one, but casual conversation along with music he'd selected just to see the look on Sean's face saw it go by quickly in his mind. After finding a seat, he snapped his fingers to get Shard's attention; she'd been checking out the chest of every girl who worked there and went past her. "Sharmaine, your chest is just fine; now stop staring at the hooters on the...the Hooters, and pick what you want to eat." He knew his sister, and she was comparing herself to every girl in the place; not that she needed to. So her body wasn't extremely ample, but she was still a beautiful girl and any guy would be lucky to have her. She would probably get embarrassed, but that's what big brothers did. When the waitress came to take their order, Lucas had to admit that she was a pretty little thing, if a little too young for his taste; Sean was obviously having problems, and watching him try and place his order got a good laugh out of him. "I'll take a beer too, and the 50 piece boneless wings, half honey barbeque, half sweet n' spicy. Oh, and the fully loaded chicken burger with a large order of curly fries." He too handed her his menu then looked at Sean. He wasn't a man to beat around the bush, and he asked the hard questions when they needed asking; not that Bishop wanted to answer, because all the answers weren't good, but he owed him that. "No, I understand your concern; Xavier's is my family as much as Sharmaine." He took a deep breath and leaned into the booth; where to start. "Truthfully Sean, that may have already started happening already. People get killed everyday, and unless the mutations are obvious or the situation is wild enough to call us...we'd never know. The person who killed em' might, but not us. As for outright murder in the streets with no care of of consequences....not yet but soon if Risman gets his way it looks like." The things that man said made his blood boil, because they were the kind of things hate mongers and fanatics twisted even further to make them seem just and in the right. He took a sip of water before continuing, he had a lot to say after all. "Hill doesn't tell anyone much of anything more than they need to know, but considering the situation I can take a guess. I'm sure she's got contingencies set up for when things go that far. We outrank the local authorities, and if need be I'm sure we outrank the mayor. Things escalate and he probably gets removed from office, and a show of force from SHIELD calms everyone the hell down. Even bigots and fanatics think twice when they've got a force as powerful as that in their face. And I guarantee you that if things do come to blows, I'll be right in the thick of it, might even stand guard at the gate of Xavier's, blow up anyone comin too close." He smiled at his joke and tried to lighten the mood; no point in lingering on the bads and the what-ifs if you didn't have to. |
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| Shard | Aug 13 2011, 06:02 AM Post #4 |
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While arriving in the foyer, She was met by Sean who was watching television. Handsome as always. Shard decided that she would poke fun and say, "Where's the kilt?" She laughed a little after poking fun. Sean, as always, decided to brush off the Irish joke and walked to the exit which made it the joke seem even more enjoyable. This was going to be a fun night. Shard was ready for a good time and she has been waiting for a mini-sized vacation. She knew that Manhattan was not that much of a vacation but it was better than sitting in her room and watching the paint age on the walls. Bishop arrived on-time, as always, from Manhattan, which made Shard feel terrible. Had she of known that Bishop wasn't already at the Institute she would have driven with Sean to the Hooters in Manhattan. She hated that he drove all this way but knew that she was going to make it up to him by paying for dinner. She had all this money from her dual position in Greenwich and nothing to spend it on aside from clothes. What better way to spend than to pay for the two men in her life. It was going to be Hell to run this over the boys so she decided to keep this little secret to herself. "Hey, Luc!" she said greeting her older more established brother. Between Sean's torturous expressions at Bishop's music collection and Bishop's sly smirks as he laughed on the inside at Sean, Shard was already having the time of her life. She poked fun again by singing along with the music and trying to get Sean to sing along. After a while, he seemed lethargic so she stopped but it was not without a little playful laughter and taunting. It was obvious that Shard was in a good mood. Hopefully, she wasn't bordering the line of annoying. Upon arriving at Hooters, it didn't take long before Bishop called Shard out on her shit, which sometimes was needed for Shard. At times, she forgets that she is the younger sibling sometimes. Nothing like a snap into reality and scolding to remind yourself of that. "Hey, I like the huge tits. It makes me feel small and human in the world. Isn't that what the President use to do when the Great Depression was going on?" Shard asked the question obviously in her defense. It was more of a statement to assure that nothing was wrong and it wasn't an issue but it a way of letting go. The waitress came trotting around and putting the moves on Sean. She was a bit young to be flirting with a man his age, but who knew? Maybe Sean would make himself feel young again tonight. Sean had a decent sized order and Bishop ordered a king sized basket of chicken. Shard decided to stay simple and gt a burger. "I'll just have the burger with cheese and bacon added on. Some curly fries and can I have a side of cheese on the side to put on it," she stopped and looked over at the drink menu. 'I'll have a Sierra Mist and a pitcher of beer for this table. The rest of the drinks will be on me." She smiled and handed her menu over to the waitress who was obviously looking to get into Sean's pants. Immediately after she walked away, Shard couldn't help but to say, "Relax, Sean. She's just doing her job." A slight chuckle escaped her lips as she leaned back into her chair and crossed her legs at the ankle. She wasn't looking for a rebuttal, but it didn't take long for the boys to get on the hard core issues. Shard didn't take too much time out of her day to educated herself on the latest updates on the mutant and human relations. They were always the same thing over and over again. Nothing ever changed. Humans would always fear and hate mutants because there is always going to be one mutant who hates humans then acts on that hate. Shard had faced the facts that it would never change, but some things both of them mentioned did intrigue her a bit. She only she only had one question and that was, "So, how does Hill feel about mutants? Does she even care about us or our well being?" She said it quietly to the boys so their conversation would be public knowledge. People like Hill always make Shard feel uneasy. It was something about flatscans in positions of power without checks and balances that monitor their actions. Who is to say that S.H.I.E.L.D. found mutant obsolete and decided to create a virus that only affected mutants that would wipe us out? It was these types of questions that made Shard question was she on the right side? Is she on a side that she believed in? Where should she be? All she knew was that she was ready to eat and her food was not here. The waitress finally made it back around the table with the drink orders and the pitcher of beer Shard had ordered. She assured us that our food order was coming right out and gave Sean a wink. Shard put her hand over her mouth and let out a small giggle with a slight change in posture. "I can't get enough of this," she spewed out. |
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| Sean Cassidy | Aug 23 2011, 11:32 PM Post #5 |
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Only siblings could speak so frankly to one another. Banshee watched as Bishop berated his own sister Shard for her preoccupation with her breast size, and the latter had replied by affirming her appreciation for 'huge tits'. Sean let a smile break out across his face, enjoying being able to engage in a little playful banter without having to worry about students or sensitive teachers overhearing him. Of course, he rarely gave in to such temptation anyway, even over a beer, but it was a bit of fun to hear the Bishops interacting that way. Sharmaine ordered a further pitcher for the table, and he smiled at her; more than a few beers suited him just fine, since he wasn't driving. As far as he was concerned, she owed him anyway, after that 'kilt' comment earlier on! Sean had demurred ever so slightly, at the time: kilts were, of course, a Scottish tradition, and the Irish were too proud of their heritage to stomach being confused for Britons of any kind or shape. But then, the Irish were also famously jovial, and laid back, and Sean certainly had that in spades... most of the time. So he had refused himself the luxury of correcting her, and - in that polite Irish way - let her error go unchecked. Sean's eyes widened a little at Lucas' bountiful food order, but he said nothing, and his friend was soon replying in detail to his voiced concerns. Sean leaned forward and listened intently, nodding at all the important bits and ignoring all the 36-double-Ds wandering around in favour of paying full attention to the serious subject matter of their conversation. Hearing the admission from Bishop's mouth that Risman's posse were indeed going to encourage attacks and even homicides on mutant civilians were jarring for Sean: he may have raised the subject, and brought up the subject of murder, but hearing someone with somewhat more intel than himself breaking it all down so objectively and rationally sent a chill up Sean's spine. His own fears were manifesting right out there in the streets: people were starting to hunt mutants, and worse still it was happening in the name of God. Isn't it always in the name of God, Sean reflected silently. Bishop's next words were somewhat more reassuring: if things were about to get out of line, Hill was probably prepared to step in. But it still smacked of speculation; and that one word, 'probably', hung on the air like a stain. Then Shard joined in, and asked a pointed question that was really at the heart of what Sean had wanted to say, but didn't: does Hill really care what happens to the mutant population? What about SHIELD on the whole? Sure, they had some mutant operatives now, like Lucas, but how hard would they push government figures once bigoted agendas made their way to the White House? Because this Risman guy sure seemed to be amassing lots of pull... But then the beer had arrived, and once Bishop had replied to his sister and all that was said and done, Sean figured it was time for a change of subject. What better catalyst than the wink of a girl who was (almost) young enough to be his own daughter. He bristled at first - seemingly unsure whether to blush or smile or cringe - but eventually chose to just chuckle as the girl slinked away. "Christ, I thought after all this time I was just invisible, but apparently only to women me own age," he said, sipping his beer: "But I guess that's what happens when we take yerself off the market for so long..." Shard, at least, seemed to be enjoying his bemusement. He was glad for the sound of laughter, to be honest: the world seemed like such a serious place, and there were dark times ahead. |
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| Bishop | Sep 8 2011, 04:01 PM Post #6 |
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He just laughed at his sister's defense of her ogling the boobies; there wasn't much else to say about it so he let the subject drop. Her joking with Sean caused Lucas to add his own bit under his breath. "Yeah, if gettin in an old Irishman's pants is her job." All joking aside, the conversation went as well as expected with him giving them as much information as he was legally allowed to. His sister's question though, that was a very tough one because once you got to the point where you ran a mutli-national strikeforce, you really didn't have to answer a simple soldier's questions if you didn't want to. "I'm not sure if Hill is a mutant lover, hater, closet lesbian with a mutant girlfriend or what. She doesn't trust anyone I know of enough to tell them stuff like that. What I can tell you though is that she cares about stability. Mutant deaths and anti-mutant riots and all of that shit....that's not good for stability, not good for business, and not good for SHIELD. I think she'll do what she can to help us if only because it's easier to keep the tentative peace than it is stop a war." When the drinks arrived, he gulped about half of his beer down at once before cracking a smile at his sister, at Sean, and Sean's "barely legal" situation. "You know how it is Sean...these girls love an older, experienced man. For some reason though I keep gettin hit on by MILFS and Cougars...I'd kill to switch with you bud." He took a quick look around and that same girl was eyeing Sean as she hustled and bustled around the floor; once she almost tripped because she was paying more attention to his chin cleft than where she was going. "Hey Shard, you'll probably be sitting up front with me...I think our friend here might have some backseat company on the ride home, heh heh heh." |
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| Shard | Sep 19 2011, 09:30 AM Post #7 |
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All of this hardcore talk about the government and SHIELD's bias mutant beliefs affect their work just pissed Shard off more. The pitcher of beer came out just in time. She poured herself a cup full and sip a bit. Nothing like a few beers to take her mind off of whatever was stressing her out in her life. Today, the occasion was an overload in work and school. If she had to sit in front of her computer for another hour doing online assignments, Shard was going to scream. On top of that, now she has to worry about watching her back while in New York. The exchange of information, which Shard knew was probably highly classified, was very insightful. Shard never understood why the government hid such information away from the public. People needed to know this information in order to better protect themselves from real dangers. Stuff like this shouldn't be hidden. Unfortunately, this was not Shard's place nor her concern to publicize. Bishop, being the big protector that he was, assured both Sean and Shard that things should not go south for mutants. That mutants, in the overall scheme of things, fits into a establish order of balance. If that balance were to be tipped, it would apparently put a damper on SHIELD's seeming spotless record. As if the public not already knowing that they work under the radar and against all public opinion wasn't an already established fact. Another common fact at the three's Hooters table was that Sean could quite possibly get laid tonight by a younger woman. Shard never pissed her pants when the girl almost feel staring at Sean. "I'm she'd love to leave you a nice tip, Sean," Shard commented barely being able to finish her sentence. Bishop decided to jump in and poke fun of his own love life. Shard took a sip of her beer and decided to poke back, "You know, Lucas. For a woman to be considered a cougar, she'd have to be with a boy 'much' younger than herself. You're an old man now." She took another sip of her beer and decided to fill her cup back up before it went empty. No need in making herself feel like there was nothing there. Soon, the girl had returned with their food, which was great. Shard was craving Hooter's fries. She dove in as soon as the girl had put her plate down. "I don't know why you guys are complaining. At least you have women expressing interest," she moped while stripping her burger of all its condiments so that there was only cheese and bacon left on the burger. After which, she bit a chunk out of her burger. |
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