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| Folks Got Boundaries; Beta Madrox | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 10 2012, 06:52 PM (351 Views) | |
| Callisto | Oct 10 2012, 06:52 PM Post #1 |
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XFI Transitional Apartment Building 9PM Danny Jusko trudged up a flight of stairs, first one then another, and moved down the hall, twin boxes of Pizza on his shoulder balanced precariously as he pushed open the door leading from the stairwell to the apartment floor. Dark greasy hair tucked under a ball-cap flitted as he passed by door after door, overly bright blue eyes scanning room numbers while simultaneously counting the individual striations and divots in the cheep wooden paneling that blocked little if any sound coming from any single living space in this fucking place. Danny Jusko had had a rough day. This morning his girlfriend had told him that it wasn't working. His mom, she was lecturing him over text all afternoon about getting his life together, and on top of that, he had his annual fall cold. The worst part of Danny Jusko's day? The fact that he was sitting unconscious around the corner alley tied up in nothin' but a shirt and jeans on a cool October evening while some freak woman with a scarred up face took his jacket and hat and the pizza too. "Oh well," He'd reason in an hour or so when he finally came around. "At least she didn't rob me." The woman posing as Pizza Delivery Extraordinaire Daniel T. Jusko finally found the number she wanted, and, unsure or uncaring of whether the boxes at her side were originally destined for this apartment or not, she didn't much care. She just needed the guys pass badge to get in through that pesky locked foyer. The Pizza was a bonus. Knocking on Madrox's door she waited a few minutes before knocking again. "Ey, uh, Pizza. Got two of em." As stated, the Pizza was all a bonus. She had a bone to pick with the man on the other side of this door. |
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| Jamie Madrox | Oct 10 2012, 07:18 PM Post #2 |
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While the finishing touches were being put on new and improved Brownstone, Jamie had taken up temporary residence in a very temporary apartment. The best word to describe it was sufficient, but it lacked in every way that certain flair he had come to love about living in Brownstone. Alix stayed with him from time to time, but lately she’d been out and about a little more than usual. Given their current state he didn’t press her too much for details. She’d come around. At least he hoped she would. The television was on some old Arnold Schwarzenegger flick. It was honestly what he needed right now. Explosions and one-liners to distract him from a few very obvious truths as he sat on a wine-colored loveseat built for two and absent-mindedly thumbed through folders of case notes. All in all his heart just wasn’t in it. He was tired and distracted and by the time he heard someone knocking at the door he was already engrossed in a file. The client was a well-known and fairly prestigious department store. After their last inventory they discovered a large amount of shrink and their own loss-prevention guys were at a loss. Desperate to not have another year like that they turned to XF Investigations for help. Jamie kept his eyes on the notes of employees as he opened the door for the pizza delivery. “Just put it over there on the table,” he said without looking up as he turned and headed over to the fridge to get his wallet. Then it hit him. “Wait a minute, I didn’t order piz-“ He turned and saw her face and his eyes went wide. She was looking at him with two eyes instead of one, and each one of them seemed to convey an omen of doom for him. “Callisto.” He cleared his throat and thought about their previous encounters with the knives and the death threats and the way she had looked at Alix with such venom. “I…I didn’t know you were in the pizza racket now.” He nodded. “Good for you.” He realized his gun was in the other room and raised his hand. “Let me gun git my wallet...wallet GO. Get my wallet. I'll be right back...” |
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| Callisto | Oct 21 2012, 06:29 PM Post #3 |
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"Oh, no, no no." She smirked, stepping to place herself between him and the rest of the apartment, pulling the billed cap off and tossing it onto the counter alongside the stolen pies before pushing the sleeves of the jacket up to her elbows. "Don't think you're gonna go anywhere where I can't lay my pretty eyes on you. Not til I'm outta here, anyway. She moved up to him, quick like tiger, and put a hand deftly but gently around his neck. "Grab some Pizza. We're gonna have a chat." She released him, practically breathing down his neck. "I understand there've been some difficulties between our respective groups while you and I were off on Skrull Island. I also understand that you or one of you have taken certain measures that I want to make extremely, extremely clear, that you don't ever take again." She looked to the rest of the meager trappings of his temporary dwelling and smirked. "Slumming it, ain't we, Madrox?" She stepped around, looking the place up and down. He was alone, but she smelled the stank of Alix around here, as well as a few other X-Factorites. It was all linger though, nobody else was in this place. She only heard two heartbeats. Two sets of breath. The sounds of the city flooded in through the glass of the windows. The refrigerator plagued her earl like a droning growl, the lights hummed their unison B minor while she stepped about the place, messy, disheveled. "You need to unwind. Where's your beer?" She moved to the refrigerator of his kitchen, taking the jacket off and casting it aside, peering in and rooting through with little pomp or circumstance. Digging around, she found a two-bottle short six pack and smirked. "Bingo." |
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| Jamie Madrox | Oct 22 2012, 03:50 AM Post #4 |
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Obediently he reached over to take hold of a slice, fishing his hand into one of the cardboard boxes without removing his slightly terrified eyes from her penetrating gaze he brought it up to his lips and took a bite…difficult as that was with a death grip on his neck. “Mmmm,” he enthused. “Best pizza I never ordered…” When she leaned in close he was almost afraid she was going to plant one on him. He froze and swallowed the bite with a loud gulp. “Difficulties?” He asked her after she turned around. He glanced down at the pizza and decided to take another bite. And it suddenly dawned on him what she was talking about. Honestly he thought maybe he knew all along what she was talking about. It floated around in his memory as something he’d done, but something he hadn’t done at the same time. Something that he might have done again given the situation were exactly the same. Warily he took one of his own beers, and actually thanked her for it without really thinking about it, as if she were offering him some sort of great gift. Popping the top off he took a swig and washed down the pizza, never once taking his eyes off of hers. Fear and apprehension had been replaced with something a little more other focused. “Those were different times,” he said taking a seat. “I don’t expect anything like that should ever have to happen again.” He sighed and put the drink down. “Look Callisto, I’m not gonna lie. The Skrull that replaced you was batshit crazy. It wasn’t a good move. I’m not proud of it…but…” He leaned back at and looked up at the ceiling a little. “Maybe you know more than anyone else-what you’ll risk to keep the people who trust you safe?” He looked back down again at her. In part he figured if she wanted to skin him alive and wear his flesh as a trench coat she would have already done it. Still, he was pretty sure he hadn’t heard all she had to say yet. |
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| Callisto | Nov 18 2012, 04:05 AM Post #5 |
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"Listen, Madrox." She said, standing from his refridgerator and shutting the door with her foot, thumbs popping off the two caps with a thunk, the lids tinkling on the floor as she shoved one in his direction." "I know you're all fucked up after all that shit went down. We all are." She sipped her beer. "I know that that thing what took my place was a little more off the chain than the rest of those cabbage chinned B-Movie rejects. I know why you did it and I know what you did it for." She hopped up, landing butt first on his counter. Pulling a piece of the pizza from the box she scraped the toppings off into the traschan at the counter's side, rolling up the crust and taking a bite. To many, this might seem odd, a bland take on such a varied food, but for her just this alone was enough to almost make her wretch. But hunger was hunger all the same. The beer was no better, but then, beer was beer. "I just want to make sure you know to never do it ever again" She threw the half eaten slice of crust away. "I ain't some random murderer, nor am I a war monger. We had ties to Magneto's posse but that shits over and done now. Service don't justify the price if you catch my drift. The people who live down there live down there because up here ain't kind. I don't know why that is, its different for everyone. But you put cameras up and some asshat who likes to poke around for kicks might find them. They get a whiff of there being people down there, me or Alex's crew, and that can spell trouble. Lots of it." She tilted her head at him, brows cocked in a questioning expression. "So that's all. There's your gear. Keep it outta my fuckin' back yard, alright? Verstanden? Copacetic?" |
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| Jamie Madrox | Nov 23 2012, 03:14 PM Post #6 |
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He had to admit, this wasn't really at all how he imagined a face-to-face going with Callisto. Sure she was sort of in your face and most definitely there was a lot in the way of threats beneath, between and around everything that she was saying...but somehow he thought she would come in with guns blazing and knives flashing and curse words and salivating and that sort of thing, and really a whole lot less pizza and beer and rational conversation. Because of course she was right. He had put her people in danger by doing what he'd done, no matter what the reason was, and he hung his head a little as he thought about it. And he hadn't even really considered that he had put Alex's people in some sort of jeopardy too. The more he thought about it and the more he thought about how Madison had tried to warn him the worse he felt. "Nono, yeah...copacetic," he said with hands up in surrender. "And sometimes I understand the idea of hiding from all the stuff up here more than you know." Which was true. Considering all that they had been through he doubted that the thought hadn't crossed everyone's mind at one point or another. Though deep down he knew he didn't have what it took to last more than a few days down there. Deep down Jamie liked being around people, and the excitement and probably most of all he liked being the center of attention. He took another sip of beer and relaxed a little more, leaning back in his chair and looking at her thoughtfully as she did that weird thing to her pizza and popped it in her mouth. "You've got me thinking about it though," he said. "I mean cameras and publicity and all." He took another bite as the idea started to materialize in his head. "That might be exactly what XFI needs." He wasn't sure how he could pull it off, but he knew Guido had a few contacts still in the entertainment business. Jamie smiled at her. "You've given me a great idea. Tell me...would you watch a reality show about a mutant detective agency? And be honest. But only if the answer is yes." |
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