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| Topic Started: Jun 5 2012, 05:43 PM (540 Views) | |
| Hellion | Jun 5 2012, 05:43 PM Post #1 |
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May 7th, 16:37 Keller & Son's Offices The young figure slumped back in the overly sized and extremely luxurious leather seat, the dark black material swallowing his frame as Julian craned his neck back, staring straight up at the celling. Keller let a long sigh slip exhaustedly from his lips feeling as if the world had once again chewed him up and then spat him back onto the floor with no pity let alone any explanation. In the last few weeks, Julian had worked tirelessly in overseeing a partnership with an assortment of organisations that would've helped to redevelop a forgotten corner of the Hudson Street, only to watch helpless as contractors and partners withdrew their support for the complex project. The draw on his spirit because of the latest disappointment knocked him off his feet. No matter what he did, nothing seemed to help, for some reason, whatever reason, Julian couldn't convince his partners to come back to the table until eventually, perhaps inevitably, the contract for the site on Hudson Street was acquired by Rockrose Development, a rival to that of Keller & Son's. You're fucking pathetic... Julian lifted a weary hand and wiped it over his face, trying desperately to wash away the displeasure and shame he now felt for botching what would've been a huge deal for Keller & Son's. It would've finally given him and his confidence a vital lift in a crucial time for the young Hellion, a push back into the good graces of his father and brother; a reason for him to feel good about himself. For the last few months everything seemed to be falling apart. Having managed to finally get onto good terms with his father, work at Keller & Son's though not what he had hoped for had given him a small life-line into finding a place where he might belong. What had once been a place of promise and possibility was now however turning into a nightmare, with Julian unable to stem the tide of one failure after another, the Hudson Project just the biggest of such disappointments. A buzz at his desk shook Julian from his thoughts of self-pity, the accompanying female voice quick to break the silence there after. "Mister Keller you are due for your meeting with Mister Krakowski over at Trump Tower." Another sigh left his lips as Julian hung his head. He was tired and in desperate need of an escape. His hand grew itchy as he quickly rubbed his palm along the cotton of his shirt, the creases doing just enough to curb his growing anxiety. "Stacy contact him and tell him we'll need to reschedule, I'm not in the mood." An awkward silence hung in there for a moment before the soft spoken woman questioned Hellion, "But if-" Keller snapped sharply, "I said I'm done!" He stared down at the intercom that flashed with a small red light as he stared now ashamed at himself for such an outburst, he was sick of everything lately, quick to find his anger and at this point though clearly misdirected, the unfortunate personal assistant that was situated just outside his office was going to bare the brunt of his callous aggression. "I'm Julian Fucking Keller! If I say we reschedule we re-fucking-schedule! Tell Krakowski whatever you like but I swear you dare back chat me again and you won't find another job in Manhattan!" A very small voice spoke back in return, "Y-yes Mister Keller." The connection ended and Keller was only left with disgust at himself as he lifted his hands back and rubbed profusely at his face. The day had been too long, his patience gone and the foreboding sense of dismay his father would look upon with left the man feeling contempt with not only himself but the world as a whole. James would fucking love this, once again Julian had fucked it all up for everyone. Heavily Julian punched the table in front of him, his knuckles humming with a sudden sharp pain as he quickly opened the desk drawer alongside him, delving into it to find a small canister that with swift movement was up at his lips as he sucked down the amber liquid, preying it would do enough to numb him to the emotions that was bubbling inside. What are you doing, you ass-hole? You are out of your depth... Stacy held a stoic expression as she hung up from her conversation with Julian and then Wesley Krakowski. She knew this was going to happen, Julian was nothing if predictable in all the time she had 'served' as his personal assistant. Peering up to her bright computer screen the female couldn't help but allow a very small smirk pull at her lips, hooking into her cheek as she forwarded her latest e-mail. |
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| Siryn | Jun 6 2012, 05:57 PM Post #2 |
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With Warren Worthington still…god only knew where…Terry was continuing to work for Emerson instead. She didn’t mind; he was a nice guy and she still got some money from it and even if she didn’t, it still made her feel better about living in the Worthington Complex. Despite the fact she was a full-fledged X-man now, with duties to perform and all of that, she still felt like she was dossing at the Complex; it was very different to what living at the school had been like and worlds apart from the base in the Savage Land. God, she just hoped everyone was alright down there… Having spent the afternoon couriering papers around to other places and dropping some stuff off at X-Corps, Theresa now had the rest of the day to herself. Well, that was debateable as there were still rules in place and a curfew to boot. If Emerson hadn’t let her use a driver to shuttle her around, then she probably would have found Logan outside one of the office blocks, smoking and glowering, waiting to drag her home by the hair. Catching the scent of a cigar as she exited one place, she had even turned around to look for the little, hairy Canadian. Stretching on the backseat, the teenager yawned and rubbed her forehead. Still dressed in her charcoal grey pencil skirt and bright green blouse with matching pumps, Terry looked every inch the intern, but all she could think about was getting home, changing, eating then maybe training. She wasn’t scheduled to, but Siryn felt like screaming at a few targets in the basement. Glancing out of the window, she realised where they were and leant forward suddenly. “Hey. Can yer do me a favour and stop here? Yer don’t have ter wait, I can get a ride back ter the Complex after,” she gave the driver a wide grin and after he studied her for a moment, the man braked and allowed her to get out. Grabbing her bag and the leather portfolio with Worthington Industries stamped on it, she hurried for the doors and slipped into the lobby. Glancing around, she moved for the desk and gave the bored looking worker a grin. “Julian Keller, please. I’ll wait if he’s in a meeting.” “Do you have an appointment?” The question came without the man even glancing up at her and Terry frowned. “No. I - ” “Then make sure you make one, ma’am. Thank you, have a nice day.” The portfolio came down on the desk with a resounding crack that rang though the lobby and two women who had been waiting near the elevators looked over in interest. “Alright. Do you want ter call up Mister Keller then and explain why yer wouldn’t let me, his best friend up ter see him, or do I have to?” Reaching into her back, she pulled out her phone and began scrolling through the contacts. The man’s expression grew increasingly wary and as he noted the portfolio and its stamp, he seemed to give in and waved towards the elevators. “It’s the - ” “I know where it is, I’ve been here before yer dozy sod…” the last words were muttered and stepping around the two women who were now staring directly at her, Siryn jabbed at one of the call buttons for the elevators. Thankfully one was already down, so stepping in she breathed out as the doors closed. It was true she had been there before, but a while ago now. Still…She had to do this sooner or later, if Julian wasn’t going to. The doors opened up and allowed her out on the right floor and after more charming exchanges with…Tracy or whatever her name was, Theresa found herself outside of Julian’s office. Not bothering to knock – what the fuck could he be doing in his office that would shock her – she strode in, crossing the office and took a seat in front of his desk. Dumping her stuff in the other chair, she crossed her leg at the knee and gave him a smile that she hoped was stronger and more confident than she thought. “So…Sorry I didn’t call up first, but I didn’t know if yer’d answer.” |
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| Hellion | Jun 6 2012, 08:08 PM Post #3 |
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Glancing back to the tall windows that looked out to the city, the now descending sun beginning to slip behind the tall skyscrapers of Manhattan Island, Julian stared into the distance, his gaze not really holding onto anything as he wrestled with his thoughts. He needed some luck, desperately needed some change of pace, that was obvious but right now he'd settle for a good report, a decent phone call, something that would break the constant wave of shit that had begun to fall squarely at his feet. James was going to be insufferable when it filtered through the grape vine that the Hudson Project was a no go. And there was no chance in hell that right now Julian was ready to face his father with nothing to keep him from tearing him to pieces and assigning him to some mundane task that fell well beneath his station, or at least well below what Julian envisioned himself doing. Heaven forbid he'd have to do something like secretarial work. Another buzz behind him made the youth quickly get agitated however, as a young man's voice called through, "Mister Keller, sir? A young lady claiming to be your 'best' friend has forced her way past reception and is making her way up to you..." Keller's face twisted, his brow raising. Best friend? In truth it took him a moment to try and figure who that might mean. The list of 'friends' Julian had was quite limited. Naturally there were work 'friends' commonly known as those that suck up to your ass because you're good-looking, successful as well as filthy rich and any chance of a pay day or a moment of glamour is all that keeps these morons listening to your stories of how wonderful Tokyo was when you were last visiting there. Then of course it could well be a long line of women that he had managed to talk into bed over the past few months having more recently been frequenting many of New York's glitzier locales for any sniff of escape. Sniff, now that was a bad choice of words lately, but hey when you need to get your head as far away from the self loathing you felt almost constantly then that along with sex with nameless women you couldn't give a shit about were two great past-times for such an endeavour. And right now, the self loathing was beginning to chew away at Julian's insides and reduce him into the mess he was as he sat at the desk until it finally hit him, "Red head with a mouth on her?" The male receptionists voice responded, "Yes sir, Irish I believe." Terry? Suddenly the anxious nature in him began to give in to an unexpected wave of nervousness. "Right, don't worry..." A female's voice, that of Stacy interjected before the line closed, "I can have security pick her up and save her from disturbing you if you like Mister Keller?" Security? A small smirk managed to just tug at his lips for a second as Keller thought of two goons trying to get in Rourke's way. That wouldn't end well, more than likely the batons they carried at their hips would need to be surgically removed from their asses and would result in some much unneeded media attention, not only for Terry but also for Julian, and his father. It then quickly occurred to him that Stacy had once again been listening in on his conversations. "No just leave her be." "...very well." Julian lifted from his chair as he waited for Terry to arrive, only to then sit back down just as fast. He frowned. What the fuck are you doing now? Nervous? Julian Keller don't get nervous, least of all with... Keller winced, thinking of the rowdy Irish girl. It had been ages since he had seen her last, though that was his own fault. They exchanged an occasional phone call here and there, made arrangements to meet only for Julian to cancel at the last minute, and soon their friendship had boiled down to nothing more than a few texts and the odd old memory. Best friend? Julian felt ill. He didn't deserve any sort of title like that, not to anyone at the mansion that he once attended, especially if not entirely her. The young Hellion stood once more, a hand rubbing along the back of his neck as the fine hairs of his immaculate hairstyle stood on end, the man filled with apprehension. It was squarely his fault that circumstances between them were in such a state. Doubt and guilt can do strange things to a person. And when Julian learned what had happened to Terry, Bobby, and all those he actually did give a shit about back at the mansion, by those self-righteous zealot bastards, he had no one else to blame but himself. Not so long ago he would've said the same things, thought the same way. An eleven year old pompous kid from Beverly Hills without a fucking clue about how the world worked would actually say that Muties were scum, never knowing the irony that he himself was a mutant. Oh how he would take the piss out of anyone even remotely stigmatised with such a comment, only to find himself at the age of eighteen actually rooming with a man that was literally a walking, talking ice-pop! Get a fucking grip Keller! Nerves and frustration began to give way to the Keller temper. Julian was nothing if not passionate, hot-bloodied, when things were bad for those around him, he should be the one they had faith in. Problem was he was far from anything but that, the Apocalypse his one moment where he did actually manage to do some good was just a distant memory foggy, hazy thanks to a lifestyle chasing the next hit or fix that would blind him to how shit things were for him right now. Panic confused his thoughts, as he forced his hands into his pockets, trying to look cool and arrogant but failing miserably. What was Terry here for? Why now, what had happened? Yet before the man could think about what to do, what to say to the female, the red headed firecracker burst into his room in a blaze of confidence that left him a little lost for words. Imagine that Josh Foley, Julian Keller lost for words. “So…Sorry I didn’t call up first, but I didn’t know if yer’d answer.” "Well come in, take a seat, oh no wait...you've already done that!" With Keller-trademark arrogance, Julian flashed a smirk and tilted his head as his gaze drew up Rourke's form, scanning the woman's body from her cyan coloured eyes, down to her pins and then back up. The smirk quickly followed with a small pout. "Fuck... I didn't know they did Corporate Leprechauns." Keller winked. Relaxing a little, Julian's posture eased into one that most would consider of a confident gait, even if behind those big blue eyes of his it was nothing more than just a huge elaborate show to hide the young man that was coming undone. His lips curled into a far more sincere smile however. Damn it was good to see her, a small part of him that he had tried to ignore, to run from and forget, that he had tried to bury underneath all the shit he put into his body actually glowed right through from core to wash onto his expression. "Hey you..." Breathe Keller. |
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| Siryn | Jun 7 2012, 07:33 PM Post #4 |
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Terry snorted a little at Julian’s ‘invitation’ for her to take a seat. Her bravado was something of a show, at least in part. It had been months since she had last seen Keller properly. In part it had been her own fault; being an X-man kept her busy, especially now with the way to Utopia sealed off, leaving only a small number in the city. For a moment she almost even resented Julian for not returning to the fold and offering his support but then…how would he know? He probably didn’t even know about…Aw, shite. She was not going to go touching that. Thankfully, he grabbed her attention with some typical Hellion charm and Siryn rolled her eyes, giving him a one fingered salute in return that was no more malicious than his instigating comment had been. They both knew what the other was like and knew not to take things too personal. It was probably why they had lasted as friends. Keeping her hand extended, her head rolled to the side a little as she relaxed in her seat and the girl exhaled, dropping the limb into her lap. “Well, I intern fer Warren’s company now, all that errands and shite. We can’t all sit on our arses all day,” the redhead commented, with a small nod to the portfolio. It had been a few months since she had taken on the task, but she wasn’t sure if it had ever come up. No doubt he’d find it hilarious that she’d been suckered into working in an office environment, despite some of the things she had said in the past. It was hardly something she was set on as a career, but she needed money to live and it would be good for getting into college, if she ever made her mind up what she wanted to do. Lord, maybe she should really just start up singing. Falling mute, she lowered her eyes, before looking up at him once more from under her lashes. “Hey.” Trust them to leave the pleasantries til after the insults. Drumming her fingers on the arm of the chair, she continued to watch him cautiously. Where the hell to start? Should she ask for a drink and hope he didn’t pour her vodka? It was awkward enough without her explaining why she had to turn it down or worse, taking it and getting drunk in his office. That would only just lead to something even worse. Oh, grow up Theresa… “So,” she started suddenly, sitting up and flicking her long red hair over one shoulder. “How are you doing? It’s been ages, eh?” Siryn gave him a half smile, unsure of her next tactic, but prepared to go that route anyway. “Have yer talked ter anyone else? Nori and Josh’re both at Warren’s right now if yer wanted ter visit. Bobby too. Things’re sort’ve crazy though, but I know Bobby at least would like ter hear from yer.” Ceasing drumming on the chair, she started to itch her opposite arm lightly, before shrugging, looking down. “I dunno. I guess cause everythin is crazy…I was just passin yer offices from droppin some stuff off at Braddock Industries and I just decided ter come in. Yer ever been ter those offices? They’ve got fuckin lion statues and Union flags in the lobby. And fuckin tea. Yer should get some drinks downstairs.” Theresa Rourke, master of distraction... |
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| Hellion | Jun 7 2012, 09:37 PM Post #5 |
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Watching the female as she spoke about her new found employment and sense of responsibility, Julian couldn't help but chuckle as he drifted around the desk before he came to a stop beside her. Leaning back he planted his rear just against the edge of the rectangular workspace as his grin grew. Julian wasn't sure what to expect when the receptionist informed him of Terry's arrival, part of him probably thought she'd be charging up here in her X-Man Uniform, and though it would've certainly been comical knowing how much she probably hated wearing something so glaring, he was relieved she wasn't. "Well there's something I never expected... You in an office, dotting the 'i's' and making tea. Next you'll tell me that you've been domesticated and learned how to knit..." The silence that hung in the air as she looked up to him through her heavy eyelashes began to stifle him a little. He met her gaze with that of his own, and though he had initially managed to keep the façade of the usual arrogant Keller demeanour, her gaze tore it to pieces before all he heard was the beating of his own heart. Julian swallowed looking somewhat uncomfortable. He didn't know what to do, what to say, the self certainty he felt when around women had abandoned him as he began shouting silently for his body to do something, anything that would break the silence. Even meeting her gaze became a difficult task in itself, the shame and guilt for not being there for her... You fucking idiot, you got her here alone and you can't do shit, you're pitiful. He needed some sort of defence and in his haste managed to force a small smile back onto his lips as he lifted a hand up to brush back the locks of his fringe, yet no sooner did the small carefree expression form and his eyes lift back to once again catch sight of the blue-greens of the woman sat just beside him, the words that he wanted to say got lodged into his throat. "I..." “So, how are you doing? It’s been ages, eh?” He sighed as Theresa broke the silence for them, glad to play along with her lead, the weight of conversation lifted as he tried to bury down the things he wanted to say, the things he owed her to say as the Keller smile pushed the farce of his well being back onto his face. "Yeah...ages." Peering away the man tried to remember the last time they had spent any amount of time together, and couldn't believe that even that small detail he couldn't remember. A bar, a club? Then the only solid memory that he recalled of them being in the same area were the funerals following the destruction of the mansion and immediately his brows sagged over his bright blue eyes. You are fucking it up! Blinking the man responded quickly to how he 'was'. "Me? I'm great, I'm always great, you know that! The money I'm earning now, Tokyo one week, Dubai the next? Life is great..." When will you stop lying? Life was anything but great, life was shit! Yeah Tokyo and Dubai, Monte Carlo and London were fun when he was first learning the family business but now things like that were just a simple break from the usual crap he would have to deal with in New York. When he wasn't chasing up contractors then he was in meeting with surveyors, or meeting prospective clients and contacting developers the world over as he struggled to put something worthwhile together. Something that hadn't happened in ages. He clenched his fists into a small ball as they sat hidden in the pockets of his Hugo Boss trousers, the only tell tale sign of his sudden ill ease evident in his shoulders as his posture tightened across his torso. Julian was at a loss for how things had suddenly go so wrong for him. His first few deals had opened up so many possibilities, so many opportunities, yet after his first set back awhile ago, everything he touched turned to shit. Sure boredom wasn't helping his cause, he was a mutant and he missed taking to the skies and just having some fun, and sure chasing trouble in any nightclub across the city was a guaranteed certainty of messing your head up and coming into work the next day as a corporate zombie rather than the functioning cog in the Keller & Son's business empire. The problem was, even though he was trying to hide as much of his fears and insecurities Julian Keller was actually trying his hardest to be what his father wanted. The Hudson Project signified that. “Have yer talked ter anyone else? Nori and Josh’re both at Warren’s right now if yer wanted ter visit. Bobby too. Things’re sort’ve crazy though, but I know Bobby at least would like ter hear from yer.” Julian's eyes shot back up at Rourke as a long thin-lipped twisted smirk grew on his face, hooking high into his cheek as he shook his head, his tone dripping in sarcasm as he responded off the cuff. "Oh yeah all the time. Me and Josh went to watch the Knicks play over in the garden the other night, it's a bit clichéd but what the fuck, we're just 'that' close..." Like Josh and Julian or even Nori and Julian were anything remotely close to resembling a friendship. A lot of bad blood and ill will had passed under that bridge, especially between he and Foley. It was more likely that hell would freeze over before that duo managed to get along. The mentioning of Bobby however got the young Californian thinking about he and his past again. Something Julian was trying to avoid altogether. Bobby like Terry and Sofia did were important to him. He wouldn't go out of his way to admit it, okay he'd never go out of his way to admit it to Bobby, but behind the prickly exterior that Julian kept guarding his actual feelings, all three meant nearly everything to him. And he had been nowhere near them in ages, at a time when they could've probably needed him. Shifting as he stood, the man withdrew a clenched fist from his pocket to rub nervously on the back of his neck once more. "I don't know red, things just get...busy...y'know?" He peered up at her sheepishly. That sounded terrible, even as he said it he wanted to take it back, but it exposed how difficult Julian had found things, dealing with being away from such friends. Keller wasn't very close with anyone. On the outside things were easier at first, he had people throwing themselves at him to be his friend or lover, yet he always knew they just wanted him for what he was rather than who he was. The only real friends he knew, he had abandoned. "Look..." Catching her gaze again, the self doubt and guilt crippled him before his sentence could form. The silence that had suffocated him before began to creep over his senses once more. Why was it hard for him to just say what he was feeling? Bobby did it, he wore his heart on his sleeve for everyone to see, it was one of the things that Julian liked about the Snowman and a quality Julian wished he himself had. But no, Julian was a Keller, and Keller's don't get sentimental or emotional. They got rich. He shook his head, standing and wandered quickly away, his steps uncertain at first before he locked onto the cabinet across the room. "Fuck I swear this office feels warm today, air-con must be shot. You want a drink?" In a fluid motion Julian had dropped the concealed drinks cabinet that sat unassuming in a line of books, art and photographs that were used to decorate his office. None of the photos meant much aside from providing a talking point for clients, much like the books and art, merely a way to impress newcomers to his office as he grabbed the black label bourbon whilst placing two glasses in wait. “I dunno. I guess cause everythin is crazy…I was just passin yer offices from droppin some stuff off at Braddock Industries and I just decided ter come in. Yer ever been ter those offices? They’ve got fuckin lion statues and Union flags in the lobby. And fuckin tea. Yer should get some drinks downstairs.” Pouring himself a glass, Julian hadn't heard if Terry had accepted his offer as he quickly mouthed the amber contents down. The burn at the back of his throat numbed his tongue as he winced a little from the sharp taste. He sighed however, the burn giving way to the musky after taste that filled his nose before allowing himself the sigh that released his pent-up anxiety. Glancing back to the Irish girl, Julian managed the trademark smirk one more time. "A handful of times. Their lobby looks like a scene out of Mary Poppins, that by the time I actually do get to the receptionist, I'm half expecting to be greeted to 'Cor Blimey, Guv'nor, step-in-time!'" You ass, say something honest to her... Keller let his gaze drop to the floor, trying to think of something for once that he did actually want to say. The chemicals that now swam in his blood beginning to unlock those doubts and worries, to allow his tongue to be just a little looser than he had dared allowed it so far. "It is good to see you though." Slowly the young Californian returned his eyes back to hers, the façade now gone, in it's place Julian Keller, raw but as honest as his dysfunctional self could ever muster. 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| Siryn | Jun 11 2012, 12:07 AM Post #6 |
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“Me, knit? About as likely as you takin up writin poetry and sendin little love verses to Sofia,” Theresa rolled her eyes as she returned his derision. The sonokinetic had learnt long ago to not take anything personal from the Californian and likely it worked both ways. She was aware that there were times she could be bristly and hard to get on with…a little like Julian. He was right though; office life had never, ever appealed to her, even now she was doing it. Still, it kept her out of trouble, and the rest. They seemed to dip in and out of awkward silence, peppered with short statements and returns of opinion. Siryn did regret at least not texting him about coming in, but if she had would he have replied? Would she have gone through with coming up? Either way, she was here now so at least she could start playing the role of the good little guest. After all, Hellion was hardly a naturally charming host… Watching her friend as he started to talk about Tokyo and Dubai, raking in the money and all that came with it, Terry couldn’t help but think of Tom. He had been in and out of her life, going around the world to commit crimes – or business as she had thought as a child – and living the lifestyle that came with it. It startled her, as while she felt fairly secure that Julian would never head down such a dark path, it was an easy slope to get on to and she did not want that sort of future for her friend. Despite what he might currently feel, life with the X-men was not so bad; she had learnt that, as hard a lesson as it had been. “Well, good. Where yer off ter next?” she asked, keeping things light instead of digging into berating him about the potential error of his ways. It wasn’t like he would listen to her anyway. A slight blush rose on her freckled face at his response to talk of Nori and Josh. So much for things between those lot having healed up over time. It bugged her, as they were all her friends, yet for some reason, it didn’t work the other way and this information seemingly refused to process within the redhead’s mind. Shaking the thoughts off, Theresa divided her attention between Julian and the hem of her skirt. There was nothing wrong with it, but it drew her eyes and made her look like she was sorting out a thread or a crease rather than hiding her embarrassment. “Drink…?” Theresa cocked an eyebrow at Julian. He didn’t mean what she thought he did, did he? Oh. He did. Watching him pour the bourbon, her stomach tightened. Hell, at least he had good taste in the hard stuff, it was just a shame that she shouldn’t be drinking it. The huge irony here being the first time they’d met, she had been the one asking for drink, kicking and hissing about how she had been dropped off at the school like a sack of dirty laundry. Back then she had been a mess and she didn’t care what sort of trouble she had gotten into. Terry might still be far from an angel, but all the same she cringed to remember how she had been back then. Taking the glass, she breathed in and held it, her fingers clasping tightly around the slightly slick surface and stared at the contents. “Thanks.” Balancing the glass on the arm, Theresa mused about how noticeable it would be if she didn’t drink it compared to drinking the single glass, moving on to take the bottle and getting shitfaced in the process. Somehow she had the notion that Julian would not appreciate her drunk and vomiting in her office if she got in the same mess that she had before Christmas after seeing Sean. “Aye, well that family’s fuckin loaded so I guess they get away with it. Americans love that ‘old world’ cheese as well. Do yer know how often I get asked ter repeat stuff, just so people can hear the accent?” pulling a face, Terry anticipated a joke to come off of the end of that and it was all she could to do to stay her elbow. Fucking bourbon. A nervous smile crossed her lips as he spoke about the only genuine words that he had since she had stepped into the office. “It’s good ter see yer too, Julian.” |
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| Hellion | Jun 11 2012, 10:25 AM Post #7 |
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Mention of Sofia quickly caught his attention though he smirked at Terry's response. Typical of Rourke, swift backhanded response that didn't hold back and managed to take a veiled but playful swipe at his interest in Mantega. Keller wasn't sure exactly what Terry really thought of Sofia, or indeed his attraction towards the Venezuelan; in truth he had never actually stopped to ask. Julian was close to both but in very different ways. Terry was Terry. He could be brutally honest with her and she'd understand, she'd get it most of the time, why he was as callous and obnoxious as he was. Fact was she never held it against him and was only too happy to respond in the same vein. There was a time where he thought the two of them could be more, that it was a perfect fit after all they both got along so well, but why fuck it up with sex and feelings? He'd only mess it all up, and then lose the best friend he ever had. Terry knew him better than anyone, not the ass-hole either but the real Julian Keller; there was no doubt of that. Sofia on the other hand was breath-taking. Beautiful. Julian couldn't take his eyes off her since the moment he first ran into her in the kitchen back at the mansion, and literally dropped everything he was supposed to be doing just to be able to show her around the grounds. She was the little bit of sun on the rainy day that was Keller's life. She knocked him off his feet and even at his worst, stayed by his side, showed him that someone did actually care about the arrogant Californian and for that he'd never be able to repay her. He did love her at one time, or as close to love as Julian Keller ever got as such feelings were not easy for him to admit. What does it matter? You fucked it up; there ain't no going back now. "Well there's no chance of that. I've not seen Sofia since I left the mansion." He retorted, though couldn't believe he was admitting to it, and quickly derived himself with his own sarcasm as he rolled his eyes. "I know; I'm a great guy!" Talking about his career came easier. It had become the thing he could hide behind, let it seem like it was important to him, that it was giving him a direction and purpose that his life had been sorely missing. A purpose... That was a joke surely? Meetings, appraisals, reports, none of it truly felt like him only an elaborate ploy so that Julian Keller could maintain an existence of overindulged playboy. Now things were crashing down around him, ideas and projects smashing into little pieces as the lie slowly became undone. What would happen now the Hudson Project had busted was anyone's guess but whatever it was, it wouldn't be good for Julian. Where would he be next? It was most certainly not going to be somewhere Keller would want to be. He shrugged. "Who knows..." Hellion looked at Siryn not sure if to bother keeping up the show or whether to for once be truthful, "Time will tell, last week or so hasn't been so...productive for me." He smirked. "That's why you managed to catch me I guess, was supposed to be over at Trumps but, some shit news and you get the wind sucked out of your sails." "I don't know Red sometimes things aren't what they seem." Whoa, that was honest. Quietly he drew the tumbler up to his lips and sipped on the amber liquid, the ice inside the glass rattled, as Julian dwelt on his thoughts whilst Terry took the glass and studied it. Lifting back he grabbed the bottle and drifted over to his desk, where once again he perched on the edge. As Rourke began to talk about the locals that she would have to spend her day 'entertaining' whilst working, Julian's smirk steadily grew. "Why stop there? Get you a beard, a hat and big green coat and they can rub your belly whilst asking where you hid your 'Pot o' Gold'!" A faux-Irish twang came from Julian's Californian tones as he finished his response at teasing Terry, though clearly wasn't quite able to stop there; "Talking of which, you still called Siryn? Because I hear Sprite or Lucky could be just as effective if you do decide to change your look..." Ok he did know she was going to come back strong at him, possibly even thumping him knowing Terry but it didn't matter. He was safe with Terry, she knew there was no malice, there was no intended animosity hidden in Keller's words. She knew that he only thought the best about her...right? No. Why should she? You've not been there for her. You've not been a friend. Why would she know you'd do anything for her? The smirk fell from his lips as he glanced down only to notice her fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, the female clearly fighting with it for some unknown reason as Julian drew his gaze up to see that Terry's cheeks were a little more flushed than normal; and it was certainly not the drinks fault as she hadn't touched that yet. "Stop playing with your skirt, makes you look like a school girl on her first day." Julian swiftly lifted his hands up in defence, "I only mean that..." The young Californian paused, his mischievous smirk reforming. "...you look good." Rourke's nervous smile put him more at ease. Going back and forth, teasing, chatting, he'd missed it, he'd missed her more than he realised as he looked on her blue-green orbs and got lost in a few memories that flashed back to him in an instant; of times they had spent together with the others in the mansion that had been good and was fun. Moving his glass, he chimed it against the tumbler Terry was holding in a mock toast, "To corporate zombies that live life lost in the rat race of economics..." Raising the glass he mouthed the rest of the contents, before hoisting his legs up to sit on the top of the desk, discarding the tumbler. Peering back to the female, Julian tilted his head with curiosity as his hands idly turned the bottle around in his grip, perhaps an indication of some nervousness himself. "So, to what pleasure do I owe this visit? Why has Theresa Rourke come down from Warren's Ivory Tower to come mix with an Xavier drop out?" He smirked, "And how's Bobby and Cessily?" Behind the pride, behind the bravado Keller did honestly care about the few people he remembered fondly as friend. And though it was difficult, painful to scratch at wounds that had been forgotten in the past, the reasons Hellion forced himself to stay away didn't seem so terrible now as he sat facing his best friend. 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| Siryn | Jun 14 2012, 07:34 PM Post #8 |
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The sonokinetic raised an eyebrow as he confessed that he hadn’t seen her since he had left the mansion. Now that surprised her. Julian and Sofia weren’t a couple, but she had known pretty much from the start that Hellion was interested in the dark haired girl. Around the time of the fight between Hellion and Elixir, he had said some pretty weird things after, no doubt attributed to his knock on the head and whole mind swapping thing, which had only served to make Terry feel awkward for a few days, but she got over it, mostly because she knew how he felt for Sofia; she had known him for over two years, after all. “Really? Wow. Maybe yer should consider the love notes then, else she’ll be sat pinin for yer, thinkin yer’ve forgotten all about her,” Terry said with a devious smile and a flutter of the eyelashes followed by a small role of the eyes. She didn’t dislike Wind Dancer, but she had so very little in common with her that they had never been especially friends. Suddenly, the light air of joking that had been carrying on seemed to dissipate and Siryn saw through a hole in his façade. “What happened?” Terry probed, the teasing gone for the moment. Like as not, he wouldn’t tell her. It was usually fifty fifty with Keller. Oh, of course, back to the jokes. Smirking at him, the teenager stretched in her chair, sticking her stomach out by arching her back. “By the sounds o’ it, yer need some luck or somethin. Want ter start me off in business? Yer get this one on the house.” Relaxing back into her seat, Terry kept a careful eye on the drink he had given her. It would be really rude to leave it, but then if she drank it…Gingerly she took a sip, looking up at his suggested new codenames. “Aye, how about yer come back ter us? I hear Jackass is an open name.” It wasn’t malicious, it never was. But, there was a little undertone in her voice, just the smallest inflection that betrayed the fact she had missed her friend, as much of a jerk as he was. Nori and Josh were her friends, but they had significant others, even if they were all currently separated. They also had their own bond together and while Siryn knew they would never exclude her deliberately, it did make her miss Julian, who had been her first friend at the school and who she had stuck by through hard times, almost at the loss of other friendships. His comment about her skirt made Theresa look up sharply and she almost spilled some of her drink, first glaring, then frowning in confusion. “Oh…well. Thanks. Yer don't look so bad yerself...” again came a smirk of almost taunting, as if she was mocking him instead of offering him a real compliment, even though he certainly did look good. But then again, he was Julian. He nearly always looked sharp. Looking down at her outfit, Terry brushed her skirt and dropped her hand into her lap. “I lost all me clothes when the mansion…” taking a quick swallow of drink, she cleared her throat before continuing. “Well, Warren paid fer a few shirts, skirts, that sort’ve thing fer workin in the office. And cause I was witness fer Alex at his trial,” the memory of that still sent an unpleasant shiver down her spine as she recalled it. The whole day was one of her least favourite days, ever and not just because of what had happened at the trial, but what had come after. “Like I said, I was passin and I just wanted ter see yer,” her response felt the lamer the more she thought about or said it, but thankfully she could skip out on it due to his next question. “Cess....” her brow furrowed a little in confusion. “Cessily moved ter Sanctuary after what happened at the school. The Brotherhood had turned up ter help, then when it was all done he asked people ter go live there. Cess went, Frost went…couple other people.” “Bobby though, well Bobby’s the same as always,” she smiled and shrugged lightly in response. The drink was still needling her, greedily begging her subconscious to down it in one and then ask for another. Leaning forward, she set the glass down firmly on his desk and smiled almost defiantly. He was going to have to do a lot to get her to finish it. |
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| Hellion | Jun 14 2012, 11:00 PM Post #9 |
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Love notes weren't going to bring Sofia back, though he weren't sure whether it was something she would want to revisit altogether. Things had been dark for him, after Kick he had barely a moments thought before the Apocalypse hit, and though he did eventually manage to acquit himself well in helping to keep the quinjet in the air, those heroics were quickly faded from memory. Then came the whole mind-fuck of the fight with Tommy and later Joshua and for he, life at the mansion was no longer viable. "Pining? Yeah I doubt that somehow. She's far too..." Beautiful. Swallowing the man fidgeted with the bottle in his hands turning it around in his fingers before he realised just how vulnerable he must've seemed. He quickly looked up and threw on his best cocky, arrogant and charming smirk that he could muster, "But y'know, she's not anything compared to you, Red." Attaching a wink, the blue eyed telekinetic quickly washed his expression away as he took a swig clean out of the bottle. The Irish female started to see through his defences though as he lowered the square bottle, letting the musty taste fill his nostrils as the man managed a small shrug as a form of response. "If I told you, you'd only get bored." Pausing Keller peered back up at Siryn, "Let's just say everything I didn't want to happen, happened. Investors withdrew, site management had problems, trade unionists wanted re-negotiations, contractors weren't interested." The man sighed. "It was a fuck up and now I'm the one in the cross-hairs." The loss of the Hudson Project had dealt a heavy blow to his confidence, the manner it happened was just unthinkable. He'd been in this industry over a year so his knowledge wasn't astounding but Keller knew his numbers well, this he had never seen before. Theresa however did her best to keep their mood light though as she resorted to teasing, "I get you for free?" He smirked, "Careful Red, I might take advantage of that offer, and then I bet Daddy Paddy wouldn't be too impressed." "Jackass?!" The Californian's grin only grew, "I think Johnny Konxville has already got that trademarked, and I wouldn't want to be dragged into court over a lawsuit for legal rights and use of that name." Julian tilted his head thoughtfully, "Father would not be impressed if I managed to bring yet more scandal to the family name, though I do appreciate the offer." Watching her curiously he wondered if it was all just teasing, at least they were talking again, and seemingly as typical as ever it was laced with playful banter that to most would appear as malicious. She did say maybe you could come back...oh stop being stupid! He tried to misguide any reflection of his emotions that may have found their way onto his face. At the end of his tenure in the Institute, he couldn't wait to be away, he hated how others looked at him and he hated how he felt. The deep-seated self-loathing had eaten away all his vigour and bravado and left Keller hating what he saw in the mirror. A fresh start, a lot of money, some early success, and he was back on his feet. Living the life of a playboy was as good as it got right? Not quite. It felt hollow. False. People weren't real when you were rich, they weren't interested in you, just what you could give them. In truth he felt more alone now than he did when he left the mansion, at least he could talk to people honestly there, he could talk with Terry, with Sofia and Bobby, with Cessily. Today was his first really honest conversation that he had dared utter in months. Maybe in over year. And it was with a girl that he had run away from, ignored, and generally just disappointed. After all, she came to find him, not the other way around. Keller's were taught you were better than every one, and Julian had taken that to heart. Probably too much if he was ever honest. Cue sarcastic laugh. Wincing the man barely managed to look her in the eye as she mentioned Summers' trial. There was no excuse he could ever offer that would ever possibly even come close as to making up for the events after that. Once again Julian, you live up to everyone's expectations and fuck it all up. Feeling uncomfortable in his own skin the man took another swig of the bottle, hoping it'd at least quiet the nerves. "Yeah..." Breathe. "I should've been there Ter. For you. For the others. I know I can be a prized fucking prick at the best of times but I should've -" Hellion paused. "tried." Shaking his head the man bit at the inside of his lips as he tried to desperately hold onto the emotions that had begun to bubble out of control, hoping that he wouldn't appear as such a pathetic mess as he clearly felt. "I can't imagine what you went through." Rubbing his face Julian peered up, "I'm sorry." Change the fucking subject Julian, otherwise you may as well kiss any small piece of self respect you have into the abyss. Rourke's reason gave him a small glimmer of a swift change however as he forced a smirk. "Just wanted to see me?" Blue eyes locked onto the cyan of Terry's, that smirk kept him from cracking, "Aww Red, you were pining after me?" He nodded to her portfolio, "Is that what you got in there? Some love notes for me?" It didn't last long though as Terry mentioned Cessily and her current whereabouts. A noticeable shift changed in Keller's stance. "What? Cess is in..." Blinking the man took a second to process what Siryn had delivered. "There? With him and..." Having not been about during the attack on the mansion, Keller had kept his distance. He hadn't gone out of his way to see or speak to people, that was too hard, it hadn't been long enough since he had left the mansion, wounds were still too fresh. Julian had managed to be there to mark his respect at the memorial, but he only assumed that Cessily wasn't there due to family commitments, not because of Sanctuary and the Brotherhood. "What the fuck is she doing there?! What happened?" It made no sense to him. Cessily was a nice girl, she was helpful, funny and kind. He liked her a lot, and from a far wanted to see her do well. They had a few classes and practices together at the mansion and though Keller never knew what it was like to have a younger sibling, it was fair to say that he looked at Cess in that manner. No one was allowed to upset Mercury, not with him around at least. "Have you spoken to her lately? Is she alright?" As Terry placed her glass aside so taken with his worry and concern for Mercury, Julian filled it up with the bottle he was carrying in his hand, handing the glass back; "Seriously Red, you aren't going nowhere..." Ok where did that come from? He paused, "I mean...talk to me, if there is something that I can do then..." Like there's anything you could do. You left. You abandoned them, people died and now someone you really care about is rubbing shoulders with one of the biggest psychos the world has seen. Bravo, Julian Keller. You fucked up. |
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| Siryn | Jun 16 2012, 12:18 AM Post #10 |
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Oh how sweet; true love. Or as close as Julian had probably ever gotten in his life. Watching him swig from the bottle and talk about Sofia, Theresa wasn’t sure if she wanted to laugh or pat his head and go ‘there there’. Still, she’d mocked him enough for the moment and until there was more alcohol in the both of them, she would lay off from the teasing. Lifting her glass to her lips, she took rather a large swig then smiled to herself. Evidently Julian had a similar thought and he wasn’t even using a glass anymore. “Aww, yer say the nicest things,” fluttering her eyelashes again, the girl laughed at his compliment, whether he meant it or not. The mood dipped whenever the subject meandered on business and Terry could tell that he wasn’t happy at his work. In all honestly, this did not surprise the Irish lass much; Julian had never really struck her as the office, business type, the guy to go to board meetings, shuffle papers…wait. Yeah, she was a fine one to talk in such a situation, so Siryn kept her mouth firmly closed for once. If he wanted to talk about the troubles, then he would, otherwise it would be as much use as trying to find a leprechaun back in Ireland. Snorting, she raised an eyebrow as he turned her proposition into something dirtier. “I think I’ll need another drink before I’ll let yer talk like that,” she scoffed, finished the glass and held it out. “My father warned me about lads like you…both of them,” she continued shrewdly and eyed him from beneath her fiery red fringe. It was true, to a degree; Tom had been fiercely protective of her, especially where lads were concerned, no doubt because of his own track record. Banshee had never quite sat her down and given her the ‘talk’ but she had always gotten the feeling that that was what he meant when he’d talk with her about her friends and who she got on with, seeing the look in his eyes whenever Keller had been brought up… The conversation flowed like the alcohol, teasing and jibing flying easily back and forth across the room to the point that anyone who walked in would think that the pair didn’t really like each other. Swirling her drink around the glass, Terry straightened her back and face and looked at him directly. “Well, if Jackass is out, how about Edward Cullen? Don’t go out fer a bit ter pale up, get some glitter makeup goin and then yer’ll be fightin the girls off.” Standing, Siryn stretched and moved away from the desk and Hellion, opening the space between them, partly for the course the conversation had taken and party because she knew if she drank much more while sat down, then she would not be getting up, not for a number of hours anyway. She shouldn’t be drinking, she really shouldn’t, but the drink was there and Julian was drinking as well. It made it too much to be able to resist. Shrugging a little as he apologised for not being at the school, with the old charm of ‘I can’t imagine what it was like’, she looked out of the window, vaguely focused on a building opposite, before turning back. “Mostly I was lucky. I was down in the basements when the school was blown up. I didn’t have ter fight, or see people bein killed. Course, I had no idea what was goin on, then Bridgit…She phoned me fer help. Not that I could help her, just…” the drink was on fire in her hand, so to quench the flame, Terry downed the contents of the glass in one. “She died. But then I found Doreen and I helped get her outside. I had ter scream the hangar doors open and I tell yer, I ain’t ever fuckin doin that again. That hurt.” Chewing her lip as he brought up Cessily, she couldn’t help but make a sour face. The girl’s reasons for wanting to go were her own and Cessily was more than old enough to choose for herself, but even so…Sanctuary? Even back in her bad days, Theresa had turned down an offer to go there. “Yer’d have ter ask Cessily about that. I ain’t heard from her, not that we were ever close anyway…” He went on, awkwardly trying to offer help in ways that she was able to pick up on from knowing him so well. It was rare to see him like this, noticeably affected, even though the mist of her near intoxication. Pushing off from where she had leant against the window, she strode back over to him and pushed the glass to his chest. “If I ain’t goin anywhere, then yer can start by fillin this up. Then maybe later when I’m really drunk, I’ll show yer the love notes I’ve got,” eyebrows quirking upwards in a devious expression, Terry gave Julian an evil smile that faltered a little as she kept thinking about the school exploding. “If yer really want ter drag all these bones up, then I think I need ter be well and truly smashed.” |
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| Hellion | Jun 16 2012, 06:09 PM Post #11 |
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"What can I say, I'm a nice guy..." Julian fixed with a small grin as he flashed a look Theresa's way before he took another quick mouthful of the bourbon, allowing the amber liquid to burn the back of his throat for just a little until he swallowed it away. With no talk of work, the two mutants fell into a carefree routine of flirtatious teasing and playful taunting. Something he was truly glad of, no weight of expectation, no hiding of actual feelings, this was Julian Keller; fuck you if you don't like him, he knew what he wanted and didn't care how you felt about it. Problem was that reconnecting with that Julian Keller had become harder since joining the staff at Keller & Sons and was continuing to grow even more difficult with each passing day. Terry's snort brought a grin to his face as she spoke of her disapproving fathers. The Californian shrugged, appearing non-phased. A father didn't approve of a wild-child like Keller? Someone that knew how to have a good time? Like that hadn't happened before. "I just have a bad reputation that precedes me, yeah I enjoy having fun but who don't?" He lifted his chin daring Siryn to agree with him. When life was shit you loved good times, they provided a chase, a thrill, excitement, adrenaline...an escape. "People see what they wanna see, but behind the money, the fast cars and the life style, I know who I am. I just haven't found someone to connect with." The mischievous smirk hooked his lips up into his cheek once more, as he kept his gaze on Terry. "Or maybe I have but just weren't looking in the right direction..." Holding his bright blue eyes on the sea coloured iris' of Rourke, Julian tilted his head, implying that he was most certainly looking in the right direction now. Slowly he let out a small chuckle, before he lifted the bottle back to his lips and took another sip, thoughts and impulses swimming a little more free and loose than perhaps they normally would be. Glancing back down, the telekinetic continued "Come on, what do fathers know? Seriously, if I listened to mine all the time, I wouldn't even be talking with you now." And that was true. Among the reasons that kept Keller from going back to those at the Institute, chief among them was the warning his father had given him when he returned to California. Julian had to leave it all behind. No talk of mutants, no talk of powers, certainly no display of freaky green energies and moving shit with your mind like you were some Jedi. William's offer to Julian was simple, you come back to the family and the business and leave all the trouble back in the past, forget it and left it well and truly alone or else you were cut off for good. Looking on Terry though, such a promise felt wrong. They were good together, they had shared a past that was important. They were friends, the best kind of friends even for all his faults. Julian smiled, "Yet here we are. Just me and you. It's not so bad, right?" He waited her answer with some curiosity, clearly their teasing was far more flirtatious than normal, but he didn't mind. Terry was sweet, fiery, and impulsive, and Julian knew how to make a woman feel wanted. It was one of the few things he actually manage to get right. Tilting his head he teased back, just as swiftly, "Besides, I bet you've not even been with a guy like me before. So how do you know, unless you try?" Carefully Rourke rose to her feet and drifted away, putting space between the pair that made Keller smile to himself, thinking maybe they were getting a little too well connected. He couldn't help it, as arrogant as he was, he knew how to be charming when needed as Terry tossed another playful remark about a codename his way. "Edward Cullen?!" Julian grinned, brows arched up; Fuck no. "Please, has big quiffy hair, looks like he lives in a forest, worst of all he sparkles and glitters in sunlight. He's no vampire, he sounds like he's a cousin of yours, a pixie or some shit!" Pearl whites of his teeth gleamed as he grinned from ear to ear but it was a grin that soon slipped from his face as Theresa stood staring out into the city whilst she spoke of what had happened at the mansion. For once she looked vulnerable, raw, gone was the vivacious firecracker that was utterly Siryn and in its place a woman who looked exposed to her frailties. He wanted to go to her, do something but found that harder than he expected. He was her friend sure but he was never there at the mansion when it happened, and when she called him, all he did was stay away. Some friend you are... Hellion frowned, feeling guilty at his own inactions that clamoured the young man with indecision before finally the Californian found himself a voice, though words were never going to be enough to make up for what he had done or rather not. "You did something though, you got back on your feet and..." Be truthful Julian, you owe her that much. Looking on Theresa, the tenacious Irish girl he knew so well looked so alone that the telekinetic agonised between saying nothing or doing something, "And at least you're still here. If not for you then maybe Doreen wouldn't be..." "Red, you did some good and even in all that chaos, you came through. I just hope all those fuckers got what they deserved and burned in hell. Doing that to all of you..." Shaking his head Julian peered down to the bottle in his hands. He wanted to say 'us' but couldn't. Once upon a time, that might have been him amongst those sick fucks that hurt so many of the people he cared about. Had his mutation not shown up, who knew what he would've said or done, but given at the age of twelve he was already ridiculing mutants for being what they were, it wasn't too much of a stretch for the guilt ridden and self-destructive mind of Julian Keller to think maybe he would've been one of those bastards himself. Soon a hand placed a glass at his chest and the ice blue eyes lifted up to its owner, studying Terry who had closed the distance between them. Something in the young Californian clicked, maybe it was the drink but some part of him (however ignored) wanted this to be happening, for he to be here with her. Julian took the glass in her hand and placed it aside, not worrying that his fingers graced hers far more than it normally would as Hellion fixed his blue eyes on the young woman, that 'god-awful idea of trouble' smirk crossing his features. Hooking his finger under the top of Siryn's skirt, he pulled the female sharply towards him forcing Siryn to take the last step between them so the woman stood between his legs as he sat perched on the edge of the desk. Handing the fiery Irish woman the bottle of bourbon Julian flirtatiously implied, "You'll show me something alright..." |
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| Siryn | Jun 19 2012, 04:53 PM Post #12 |
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“Bad reputation?” Siryn started to laugh as his talk of reputation preceding him. Well, that was one way of putting it, that was for sure. It was warm in the office and the alcohol wasn’t helping either and the redhead started to fan herself with a hand, distractedly blowing some locks of hair off of her face. “So really, underneath it all is a carin, sensitive boy who loves fluffy little animals, small children and wants ter heal the world?” Alright, maybe that was a little mean. By way of apology, she graced him with a teasing grin. But it turned a shade less charitable and a little scornful as he started on on the old chestnut ‘what do fathers know?’ Shaking her head, the girl rolled her sea coloured eyes. “Don’t talk ter me about fathers,” while her tone was joking, there was the undercurrent of a genuine threat, if Julian chose to hear it. “At least yer father never turned yer into a criminal, then turned into a tree, then told yer he wasn’t actually yer Da’!” But, this was not something she wanted to get into a pissing contest about; Julian’s father sounded like an arse as well and undoubtedly they both had enough horror stories to throw at each other for a life time. “Mostly they just get in the way…Just me and you, aye. I’ve had worse!” “Although how do you know who I have and haven’t been with?” her question was a lot cockier than the truth. Due to her rather chaotic teenaged years, she had never had a proper boyfriend. Of course there had been lads, but nothing stable and no one worth fighting to keep in touch with. They hadn’t exactly been interested in her personality, after all. “Although I’m sure yer list o’ girls is longer than me criminal record, aye? How do yer ever keep track of all them bimbos the tabloids splash yer with?” Again, more mocking, but deep down she was concerned a lot of those stories were true and her friend was going off the rails and that hurt. At least it did when she wasn’t on the way to being drunk. Thanks to the drink, right now Terry just wanted to give him a bit of a smack and have done with it all. “Cousin?” the smirk spread wide. “Have yer met me cousin? Black Tom Cassidy? Yer want ter make that comparison ter his face and see what he’d make o’ that…right after he gave her a beatin fer leadin me astray like this.” It was the drink, it had to be the drink. That and the fact they hadn’t seen each other for months so combined, it was all boiling up into a fiercely felt tension. She had missed him, in more and in different ways to what she realised. Well, at least the drink made her think anyway. Or could it have been something else? Swaying away, Theresa turned so that she was no longer facing Julian as talk of the school attack passed over them like a big, black storm cloud. “Look, no, I was wrong ter bring it all up. Yer don’t need ter hear about this, not now anyway. Just ferget I ever said a word and wait til I’m sober, alright?” looking over her shoulder at him, she even managed a smile; a real one, not a mocking smirk or anything else that she’d been dishing out so far that afternoon. When she crossed the room to him, chief in her mind was just getting another drink, but Hellion seemed to have a different idea and pretty much dragged her over by her skirt. The girl almost lost her balance and swayed a little, slamming one of her hands down on the desk edge to keep herself from falling on him…which was probably what he wanted and worse, if she had a few more drinks in her, then Terry suspected that she wouldn’t even mind. Taking the bottle from him, his words brought the smallest flush of colour to her cheeks and she took a healthy drink from the bottle, before lowering it. “Show yer? Show yer what?” Siryn asked innocently, leaning in before drawing back quick, darting away and anticipating another grab. Oh, she was going to hell. |
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| Hellion | Jun 20 2012, 12:36 AM Post #13 |
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"If that's what you want to think Red..." Siryn laughed as she poked fun at his reputation and the notion of what Julian Keller really was. There were aspects that were clichéd as much as he wouldn't want to admit it. He did care about some people, and he did want to do something. Save the world? Maybe not in this year, but in ten years who knew where the path would lead, mind you that would need him to actually have a clue about what he was doing with his life. If there was one thing he might be certain of, having been faced with Terry right now, it was that it didn't include wearing a suit five days out of seven. Peering up at the fiery red head, he smirked, "Guess the only way you'll know for sure is to find out." Though few rarely did. Most women wanted to be with him and change him, no sooner had they found their way into his affections would they naturally assume his world now revolved around them. He didn't want to be tied down, domesticated, castrated. He was too young and wanted to experience life, to chase excitement. That didn't mean the morning after the night of your life, you make him breakfast in bed and ask him if he's ready to meet your Mom and Dad. That was a big N-O. Chuckling Julian lifted a brow as he eyed Terry's response about the men in her life. "Oh I'm sorry, I must've blinked when you were everyone's crush back at the mansion." He grinned teasingly, knowing the female well enough to have a vague idea about who she had been with and who she hadn't, and he was fairly certain that meant in most cases 'she hadn't'. The grin slipped from his expression, as he tilted his head, "I'm damn well certain you've never had someone like me. I'm one of a kind, y'see." Arrogantly Julian grinned, confident he was correct, yet kept it light-hearted as the two continued with their banter. Unfortunately teasing Terry about her love life (or lack there-of) left him wide open for female's dig about Keller's own sexual escapades. He rolled his eyes. Since coming to New York, with the inheritance he stood to earn, coupled with his life style and the media's obsession with celebrity, Keller had unfortunately earned a fair amount of column inches that wasn't exactly wanted. It did raise his profile significantly in New York which was good for a man trying to make a name for himself on the east coast, yet that attention was like a doubled edged sword in that sometimes there were a few women that decided to cash in on their joining the list that Terry had hinted about. And that invariably led to more difficult meetings with clients, contractors and his parents. He grinned playfully, "There's an app I use. And I've got a P.A which is handy. Between the two..." He left it at that as the Telekinetic winked before adding, "But you shouldn't believe everything you read in the tabloids." The Enquirer was by far the worst offender. Julian would only have to be seen out on the town with someone that remotely looked female and it'd be mentioned somewhere in the next day's rags. Some of it went over the line, there wasn't a sex tape and no he isn't on speaking terms with Paris Hilton, but not for the reason the Enquirer's readers may think. "I've led you astray?" Rolling his eyes, the telekinetic shook his head, "If I recall it was you that came here to find me, not the other way around." Though she was partly right. Their flirting and teasing was most assuredly two way, and he had handed her the drink but he was just playing charming host right? It was what Julian was supposed to do, and those conflicting thoughts about Sofia, Terry and him with the telekinetic somehow unable to chose between the two was only a mind fuck of a memory he had long forgotten that had been awoken thanks to the bourbon. You're lying. Once upon a time in a very dark room... He sighed thinking. When he was back at the mansion, younger, he was more impulsive, more foolish. Coming to New York and working for his family, though admittedly not the best idea or the life he wanted, had actually helped him to grow. Julian was older now, there were no more Keller tantrums, no more drama-queen antics. He had begun to mature, only now Hellion found himself at another cross-roads and didn't know where to turn. Julian stood there quietly as he watched Rourke talk again about the day the mansion was hit. He saw the pain in her eyes, the frailty in her voice and again felt the sudden urge to want to comfort her but kept his distance. It was clearly evident Terry wasn't ready to talk about it, but at least he had tried, at least if nothing came of this then she may have some clue that if she ever did want to talk about painful memories then she could trust him. It was a start. Terry represented a lot of things to Julian. She was the girl he could share anything with, no matter how juvenile it was, no matter how arrogant he became, he could be him around her and she'd be more than ready to put up with it. She was the friend that he had once wished was more. Looking at her now, so raw and that smile, maybe it wasn't just the drink that had affected him, his emotions were all over the place, yet this flirting and teasing, maybe this was what he really wanted? Maybe this is just a bad idea... Yet drink and bravado, could make the mind work in mysterious ways. As he tugged at her skirt, the female slipped, stumbling almost into his lap but caught herself as she slammed her hand onto the desk. His hand was already lightly pressed at her side whilst Terry leaned into him, the man inhaling in surprise, as her scent added to the drink fuelled intoxication that had flooded his veins and instantly he was reminded of antics the two had managed to get into on so many occasions when they were younger and at the mansion. Breathing the female in, Rourke filled his lungs with her fragrance, natural and as wild as her fiery temper. Maybe some things were still the same. There would be very few occasions that Julian was absolutely honest, but here and now he knew that he wanted her and as Terry pulled away, Keller responded on impulse. Dropping off the desk behind her, he splashed with green energy, and whipped the girl back around into his arms, hands falling atop her hips to keep her from escaping this time. Though he was a good few inches taller than the red-head normally, with Terry wearing her green pumps the two were stood eye to eye as their bodies pressed naturally into each other. The green glow over his body shone almost as bright as Theresa's blouse as he finally whispered in response, "Show me how much you've missed me." Both hands slipped around Rourke's hips to the small of her back his chest pounding in anticipation, holding the sonokinetic tightly as Julian Keller for once refused to let something he wanted slip away. Bright blue eyes staring on hers, unwavering as the man's nose gently graced Terry's, he dared to add further as he whispered, "How much you want me...back." If this a bad idea, then fuck it, god better show me a sign, otherwise... |
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| Siryn | Jun 21 2012, 07:18 PM Post #14 |
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All the back and forth, no matter what the subject skipped over to, was hiding something and Siryn was becoming increasingly aware of it. Maybe it was the drink, maybe it was the length of time that they had not seen each other, but there was something almost tangible between the two of them and it was becoming harder to back away from. “That a challenge?” she smirked as he stated the only way she would know for sure would be to find out. A dark shadow passed across her lightly freckled face as if she had suddenly thought of something unpleasant and in a fluid motion, Terry brought her hand up to her face and innocently nibbled on her thumbnail, before dropping the appendage, expression playful once more. “Oh but it’s hard not to believe ‘em,” her words were laced with mock innocence. “When they’re all I have ter go by.” A bat of the eyelash here, a raising of the chin there, tossing of hair…The telekinetic was steadily becoming wound around her little finger. She had made a mistake when it came to his relations with the others earlier and it still perplexed her how that had happened. Was the girl whose shape she had taken in some way flawed? Instead, she relied on looks, teasing and sympathy. Keller, for all the faults she was aware of, was a proud person and a man who did not like to see his close friends, few as they might be, in pain. The Skrull was aware of the memories within Theresa Rourke about that day when her school had been hit and it was relatively easy for her to bring them to the surface, always on the verge of tears, but not breaking down utterly. That would render her unattractive and while she may be able to manipulate him in one manner, drawing him into her web would be more complete with the lure of something most men seemed to crave… She would not be taking Hellion today, but he seemed a candidate worthy of the Skrull Empire and her Queen. But for now, the location was bad and she had other potentials to assess. As she fell forward in such a way that he could only grab hold of her, the skrull allowed herself to remain pressed against him for a taunting moment, then pulled away. The sensation of being dragged back via telekinesis was not totally expected and for a moment, the look of surprise upon her face was genuine, rather than feigned. She gasped a little and put her hands up against her chest as he slid his over her assumed body. It was not a bad body to be trapped within, she did have to concede that much. Chralla could feel the heat of him, their bodies close and their faces almost touching. She could tell he very much wanted this, but the egotist that Julian Keller was, he was doing the asking, seemingly refusing to chase. Plans of action formed in her head and she took on a pink tinge within the Irish cream cheeks, turning her face away. Play him. “Should we…here I mean,” leaning in, she slid her own arms around the young man, allowing her hands to travel up and down his back as she tucked her chin over his shoulder. “Let’s just…fer a moment…” For a moment, well out of his line of sight, her eyes burned deepest yellow and she smirked, unpleasantly. Humans…They were so weak. |
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| Hellion | Jun 22 2012, 05:26 PM Post #15 |
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Holding Terry so close, their bodies touching, everything felt natural, right, the planets had aligned, the cosmos was in sync and with his heart pounding so hard it drowned out the noise of his own breathing. Feeling a surge of adrenaline and lust that flooded through Keller's body as Rourke's hands run up and down along his spine, the young telekinetic felt a charge he had been missing, craving, his skin tingling in anticipation as the sonokinetic almost cruelly peered away questioning whether to carry on in their surroundings. There was probably a hundred and one reasons why now might not be the best idea. Chief among them was that, okay his office space wasn't the most romantic of places for he and Terry to share the most intimate moment of their 'friendship' together. And what was this anyway? They were friends, good friends but had hardly seen each other in ages, maybe this weren't the great idea it felt. Plus, Stacy could walk in on them at any moment and if she saw anything, 'anything', then it was damned well certain the whole office block would know by the end of the day. They could just leave it here, move off to grab some food, some wine, music, more talking, yadda-yadda-yadda-...boring. You're a fucking Keller. Act like it. Drawing in another deep breath, Keller soaked his arousal in the fragrance of the young woman that rested her chin on his shoulder. Fuck me it's getting hard to think of anything but... Every inch of his body was yearning for her, the fiery red-head had infected his blood and it was being pumped around his body so fast that his senses was intoxicated by the female. This is Terry. The chances of him being in this moment with her again was few and far between, and Julian knew that, they had backed away from 'this' for the sake of friendship once before but here they were now. They were close, far closer than he was with anyone, and through all the flirting and teasing she had never once backed away, in fact she felt as if she wanted this as much as he did. Sexual tension? Check. Tilting his head in towards the base of Siryn's neck, Julian exhaled coolly, blowing onto her skin and watching as her skin pimpled as a result, hearing her gasp. The arrogant Keller smirked as his hands drifted, slipping down the swell of Theresa's ass before he took a firm grasp of her rear. There are moments in a guys life where you realise that you fall into either two categories; you are either a 'nice guy' or you're a 'bad boy', and as the saying goes, nice guys finish last, and if Keller was to listen to people that reported on his antics, Julian 'Hellion' Keller was anything but a nice guy. "Well..." He lifted the slender female up onto his body and twisted, lowering her gently back down so that Terry sat on Keller's desk, slowly drawing her legs around him at his hips, as the telekinetic lay a small trail of kisses up along the Irish woman's neck, "I think..." Lifting his gaze back to hers, Julian waited for her lips to form their response, before he made his move, pressing his lips passionately to hers, hands already frantically working to tear her blouse open as Hellion ceased the moment. A Keller takes what they want. [align=center]-end-[/align] |
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