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| Topic Started: Jan 27 2013, 03:21 AM (516 Views) | |
| Julio (Kip) | Jan 27 2013, 03:21 AM Post #1 |
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Date: January 26, 2013 Time: 5:04 PM If one stood absolutely still and transfixed their gaze at the moon long enough, he or she could witness the white-lit globe slowly transcending across the black sky. Although for Ric, it was quite a different experience-- a phenomenal experience. As a being who has the capability to absorb and savor seismic energy, he could literally feel the planet shifting under and around him. Arms raised and eyes closed, he and the earth were together as one. He was at rest and tranquility; a much needed composure considering how fucked up the world is right now. "FREAK!" Well, there goes that moment. Ric rolled his eyes as he flipped off the profligate car turning the corner. Dropping both his head and arms, he muttered under his breath, "It's Mutant Town, dummy. Who isn't a freak?" Between what he was just doing, being a closeted bisexual, and merely existing as a mutant-- Ric was, indeed, a freak. Tonight, the inhabitants of the very dysfunctional community roamed the streets wearing layers of clothing from sock-stuffed Ugg boots to those silly animal-themed beanies. All Ric had on were his brown, leather jacket and the skin on his back. Okay, he wished he could go out in public wearing nearly nothing; how refreshing would that be? Though, like always, Ric currently donned a simple, black thermal, relax-fit, denim jeans, and, of course, his brown, leather jacket. Unlike the others, who rubbed their frozen hands and hugged their heaving chests, he was currently not a victim to the benumbed. If anything, the sweet taste and cold composition of ice cream sounded incredibly delicious at the moment. "Why does it feel like I'm always on the streets and never at home?" Turning his head one direction, then the other, he walked toward the nearest ice cream shop. "Welcome to Cold Stone Creamery! We offer the ultimate ice cream experience. Ice cream, ice cream cakes, shakes, and smoothies-- the way you want it!" The only employee-- and occupant in the store --seemed rather convivial. "Thanks!" was the only impulsive reply expressing jubilance that Ric thought of. Leaning back on his right leg, crossing one arm, and resting his chin on the other, one would have thought him to be pondering the next dire move in a game of chess. "Hmm. Do you have those swirly chocolate and vanilla flavors with chunks of--- never-mind." Starting to tap his left foot, Ric was growing impatient at his lack of decision-making. "Oh! You know that weird cotton candy ice cream, but really isn't cotton candy?" The employee just stared back in her, what seemed to be, forever state of smiling. "Aha!" Ric obnoxiously stepped forward and pointed at the glass containing all the different ice cream flavors. "Can I have two scoops of vanilla in one of those waffle cones?... Thanks, man! Or, erm, girl!" As his ice cream was being prepared, Ric sat down in one of those small, metal seats. It wasn't exactly the most comfortable chair, but it did its job. In whispers every other ten seconds, lines of words would escape his lips. "... a few mistakes ago, I was in your sights, you got me alone--" he would pause, his mouth mumbling unrecognizable words. He continued with, "'Cause I knew you were trouble when you walked in. So shame on me now, flew me to--" he stopped when the teenage girl behind the counter popped her head up, looking at him with suspicious eyes. "Yes? Is there a problem with my order?" "Nah... so you like Taylor Swift, huh?" "Hmm? No." Ric shook his head, pretending as if he wasn't just singing along to the radio music Cold Stone was playing; 'I Knew You Were Trouble' by the country-turned-pop singer. He then abruptly stood up, "I mean! Yeah! I like Taylor Swift. She's a girl. Of course I like her." Scratching a non-itching spot on his head, he asked, "How much will it be?" |
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| Tabitha Smith | Jan 28 2013, 05:52 AM Post #2 |
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Settling back in to old habits wasn’t as hard for Tabitha Smith as she had assumed that it was going to be. The Mansion was back and while the semester hadn’t actually started yet, and wouldn’t until the forth-coming week, there were students already being dropped off to the institute and there had been since the doors opened not that long ago. The school was always taking in kids that were in need, and Tabitha remembered vividly the time that she was one of those very kids—in trouble with the law and later, running to escape her father and the beatings that staying with him normally meant. She wasn’t sure how many of those kids had similar problems as she, but she wondered. Everything was all packed into her room and everything was set up. Her clothes were shoved away into the drawers of her dresser and she had said her hellos to everyone and welcome backs to those that she had missed when she was away at Utopia. But there was one thing that staying in didn’t really help her with. Even with all the room that the mansion covered, grounds included, it was slowly driving Tabitha Smith stir crazy. She made friends with a few of the students that had just recently arrived and some of them that had come back from Utopia as she had not long ago. She’d talked with old friends, some of which were just back from what felt like forever even though it was only three years—really, three years?!—but it wasn’t enough. She found herself pacing back and forth in and out of her room. She didn’t know why she hadn’t gone out before now… really, she didn’t! But she was realizing now that she probably should have. She had friends in the city. Old friends. But she wasn’t planning on seeing any of them today, not yet at least. She decided that, before she slowly died of boredom in her new bedroom, that she would go out on the town. She caught one of the trains that was going out of the city, and took her leave of North Salem. She missed this place, but for tonight, she wasn’t going to miss it any longer. Tonight she was going to spend the time taking in the lights, the sounds, the music, the shopping… Tabitha was going to make an attempt to undertake the full experience of everything that New York City had to offer, even if she had to keep herself in denial that she didn’t have enough money to make her whiles a reality. She didn’t have near enough money. The train screeched to a stop outside of the Mutant Town station and while there were some people that muttered the train should go on, there were others that shot back in true New Yorker fashion before getting off the train. Tabby grinned at the sight and before exiting herself, she looked to one of the complainers that had taken a seat beside her and winked her eye, before flicking something at him. A time bomb landed in his lap and he started panicking, though moments later it sizzled and faded away. ”You stinkin’ mutie! That should be assault!” she could hear the racist shout as the train started to shut its doors, “Yeah, well, up yours!” Tabby shouted back, flipping him the bird as the train started to pull out of the station. Tabby turned a corner, satisfied that she got the last word despite being fully aware that the man was probably making an attempt to pry the door open right now. “Stinkin’ racist pig,” Tabby spat, wading her way into the crowd. Mutant Town was a part of New York City—and the thick crowds showed that. Tabby walked a few blocks before stopping in front of a store and looking up, quizzically, at the sign. Cold Stone Creamery. She hummed a bit, before pressing her arm against the door and urging it open. The bell pinged, and Tabby stepped inside. “Ugh,” she said as the sound met her ears. She expected to find the place abuzz with talk and with laughter, but the first thing that she noticed was the music that was playing over the radio, “I hate this song.” She complained audible enough for the person at the next table over, and stepped up to the counter. “So I heard this place was the best Cold Stone in New York City. What’cha got?” As the effervescent clerk chirped up all the signature flavors, Tabby leaned against the counter. She didn’t notice the familiar guy humming along to the crappy music and standing, visibly nervous about something, rubbing his head. She wasn’t looking either. |
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| Julio (Kip) | Jan 29 2013, 10:35 PM Post #3 |
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"It's six dollars and ninety-five cents." As the girl behind the counter replied with the price of his two vanilla scoops in a waffle cone, Ric couldn't help himself being distracted by all the little vexations stirring around him. Okay, maybe that affectation from outside earlier was a bit idiosyncratic and called for derogatory insults; it did give the impression of him preaching to the lord in the middle of the street. Furthermore, he had scandalous Taylor Swift here, judging his life in an adolescent song. "I knew you were trouble when you walked in" should be the perspective of every girl he has dated in his past. They called him nice. They called him romantic. They even called him a rock-star. But what they should really be calling him? A fraud. "What's that?" he ostensibly asked while squinting at the girl's name tag. "Are you staring at my boobs?!" " No!" he shouted as he hastily turned his back as if he was attempting to avoid sexually violating someone. "Wait, I mean yes!" Pointing at her name tag, "Your name tag -- Dorothy -- is on your boob. So technically, yes; since it seems like you want people to stare at it." Rather than slapping a snarky remark in response, Dorothy tapped her foot and wretchedly glared at him. Ric just smiled sheepishly back. "Uhm. Here's seven bucks." Taking one five-dollar and two one-dollar bills out, he slapped it on the counter between them. "And keep the change!" Even though the change was just five cents. He took the cone from her and began to ferociously lick at the vanilla ice cream. "Oh, and by the way. Thanks." Ric and Dorothy still exchanged glances, without moving a muscle (with the exception of Ric's licking tongue), as if they were in a staring contest. "Are you gay?" "What?" Desiring the spotlight off of him, he asked back, "... are you?" But before she could answer, if she would answer, the creamery's door opened causing the little bell to ring. Someone walked in, unreasonably complaining about the store's sense of music. "Hey, Taylor Swift is a--" he argued as he turned around to see the bitch who had no taste in music, "Holy shit. Tabitha fuckin' Smith. Get over here, bitch!" Still consistently eating his ice cream, he was able to do an odd combination of skipping and jumping, ending with another combination of tackling and hugging the girl. This girl, Tabitha Smith, could be considered one of his best friends, if not the best, when he was a student over at the institute. However, ever since joining up with X-Factor, and later its Investigations branch, he hasn't gotten the chance to see her at all-- and the rest of the other students from his time with the X-Men, if they mattered. "What have you been up to, missus? You are looking as trashy as ever." |
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| Tabitha Smith | Jan 30 2013, 05:11 AM Post #4 |
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It wasn’t that Tabby dislike Taylor Swift, or her music. As far as she was concerned Taylor Swift was plenty talented in her own right, it was just… these singles of hers were overplayed way too much. She heard them whenever she set foot in any type of store, be it a convenience store or a shop like this where you’d get goods to eat. Frankly, she was getting sick and tired of it. Didn’t they know of any other artists these days? Or was it really all about Taylor Swift? It wasn’t like Katy Perry was still on the music circuit, she died years ago, so there wasn’t anyone else popular to balance it out. She heard there was a new Lila Cheney album out—why weren’t they hearing all about that over the circuit? It was frustrating, but the world was a closed-minded place when it wanted to be. As the clerk recited their flavors, Tabitha interjected. “Mind changing the song? Thanks, babe.” The teenage girl went to snark back at the blonde, but Tabby didn’t think of giving her the time of day. She huffed, and stormed into the kitchen (presumably to go to the back room), the doors slamming behind her. “Bitch,” Tabby rolled her eyes. She was probably the one that was being unreasonable, though. Then, someone seemed to speak up in Taylor Swift’s defense, it was a guy. Their statement was cut off mid-way, and shifted into something else. “Wait,” Tabby squinted her eyes and turned to get a better look at the man when he said her name. “Rictor? Julio, 9.1 on the Richter scale, Richter? What the hell, man!” Tabby smiled widely, but then pulled a face as the man told her come over to him. “Nuh-uh, I’m a lady, dude. You come here.” She motioned her hands for him to come forward. And he did, doing the most awkward merger of a hop and skip that he could possibly accomplish, topped off with the oddest way of tackling and hugging someone that could be accomplished. Tabby struggled to retain her footing and, as a result, tumbled, “Hey, you douche! Be careful!” She shouted in protest as she found herself falling to the ground of the cold stone. She wriggled a bit as she lay underneath him, then using her knees to shove him off. It had been a while since she’d seen anyone, really, and that included Rictor. Ric was probably her closest friend back when she was Xavier’s, but he was also one of the first to leave. The bum—he had joined X-Factor, later turning into what a lot of people were calling XFI, and never seemed to have any time for her anymore. Well, whatever, she saw him now. “You’ve got grease on your cheek,” she teased, licking her thumb and wiping away the smudge (be it grease or something else, Tabby wasn’t sure. She didn’t want to find out, either) as the music came to an abrupt stop, then switching over to something else. “That’s the new Lila Cheney,” Tabby picked up on it near instantly, all but ignoring Rictor’s comment about her looking ‘as trashy as ever.’ But, she couldn’t skirt around it for long and soon complied to answer. “Who are you to talk about trashy, grease monkey? I’ll have you know this tan is 100% Savage Land gold,” she smirked, and the effervescent teenager stormed back out from the kitchen. ”Are you happy now?!” she groaned. In response, Tabby grinned. “Michelle Branch, from the album Hotel Paper. Peaked at #16 on Billboard’s top 100 in 2003—nominated for a Grammy in 2004, but it lost out to P!nk’s Trouble.” |
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| Julio (Kip) | Jan 31 2013, 06:37 AM Post #5 |
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The three respective involvements with each of the X-Men, X-Factor, and X-Investigations contingents served as separate tools to help shape Ric's life as a mutant individual. Before he had even joined any of the aforementioned groups of crime-fighting, peace-keeping, for-the-future caped heroes, he lived a harrowing life of poverty and malfeasance. In Mexico, after the impetuous and lugubrious death of his father, he traversed the harsh roads with nothing but his strong will and driven nature to survive. Using the Machiavellian skills of larceny, manipulation, and handling he had learned from his father, and, surprisingly, the skills of discipline and subordination from his malicious step-mother, Ric was able to persevere. Deeply inspired by the X-Men when they had rescued him from anti-mutant group the Right and from destroying San Francisco -- killing hundreds in the process -- Ric desired to join their ranks more than anything else. Becoming a student at the mutant institute, he furthered his training and control with intense practice and care when it came to his destructive mutant abilities. As a rebellious teenager during these years, he had lived disobeying his proper authority and escaping into the city with his dearest friends, which included Tabitha Smith. All the fun they had will never be forgotten; such as stealing one of several of Cyclops' cars, racing into the night, to pumping up the party scene, using their powers for lighthearted fun. The moment he joined X-Factor, Ric felt as if he was evolving into his next phase of his "ultimate life role." Now that he has learned the arts of his mutation, it was time to put it to use. One factor, a very prominent factor, in choosing X-Factor over the X-Men was the fact that he would feel too grounded with the X-Men. Growing up with them under a defined set of standards, Ric would not have been able to express himself and expand his powers in a new environment. Working with the X-Men would just feel like he was cheating on his life; he believed it was necessary for new judges to observe who he was, rather than taking the easy route. He would be leaving his most beloved friends, who he considered family, behind, but that was a loss he had to make to gain a new. X-Investigations separating itself from X-Factor also emerged, yet, another difficult decision for Ric. Havok and Polaris were great and influential leaders; after all life-threatening and life-changing moments the two had went through, they were survivors-- and that's the type of people you wanted to be your role models. However, living in Mutant Town, as rundown and ghetto as it is, brought a certain appreciation for life in Ric. The denizens there, whether good or bad or just ugly, formed such a realistic perspective on the world. There were the X-Men, who society saw as superheroes looking to right wrongs, but then there was X-Investigations, an organization that actually implemented themselves into society, dealing with both mutant and human problems, as if being mutants wasn't a label. It wasn't time to learn, it wasn't time to show... it was time to live. And seeing Tabitha Smith again was the perfect moment to relive his time with the X-Men with this new normalcy mindset. So when he toppled over her as children on a playground would, he wasn't thinking about any potential serious consequences. "Don't trip, thin lip. I'm always careful; remember the time when you nearly blew up Scott's car?" Standing straight again, he felt a cold, creamy texture on his face. Whatever. Tabitha was cleaning it for him. "Lila Cheney! Last time I listened to her was when I was hanging out with the likes of you. Now I just listen to Kansas and Journey. Times sure have changed." Ric devoured one solid chomp of his ice cream, possibly taking a whole scoop in his mouth at a time. "Hmmrph. I do--- likeph, this song." Picking up Tabitha's arm to inspect it thoroughly, he continued, "Savage Land, huh? Staying there any longer would have turned you into Snooki." |
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| Tabitha Smith | Feb 1 2013, 08:03 PM Post #6 |
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It wasn’t surprising that Rictor had acted like a little girl on the playground of her elementary school when he caught sight of Tabby. Who wouldn’t, really? … actually, don’t answer that. But as endearing as it was, Tabby was a little perturbed by it—she wished that he hadn’t been so spontaneous, so random, about the whole thing. Maybe then he wouldn’t have been met by his own ice cream plastered all over his cheek. The cold, creamy liquid dripped down his chin as he lifted himself back to his feet and Tabitha couldn’t help but to laugh; not only at that, but at the memory of nearly blowing up one of Scott Summers’ many cars. “You’re kidding. I could never forget that!” Tabby shouted, causing glances to come from all over the shop. She brought herself to her feet in a little bit of a bit, landing on only one foot with the other kicked up in the air. “Tuh-dah!” she said whimsically. “He kind of had it coming though,” Tabby nodded her head affirmatively, “the guy was always so serious. I don’t think I never saw him crack a smile in those days—“ Tabby’s words came to an abrupt stop, “… I still don’t think I have, actually, but he has more reason now.” She shrugged her shoulders and placed a finger on Ric’s cheek, wiping a bit of the vanilla ice cream off of and then sucking her finger clean. “I think I can taste your after-shave,” Tabby commented idly. “Ugh, get with the times Ricky Ricardo.” Tabby teased and turned on her heels, back to facing the clerk. “It’s kind of sucky when you keep listening to old songs when there’s all this awesome new stuff that’s being released every day. Lila Cheney’s great.” Tabby recalled listening to the songstress when she was younger, and she remembered loving her just as much as she did now, then. The bass popped and Tabby nodded her head along to the beat that it left behind. “Better than I Knew You Were Trouble. I prefer T-Swizzle’s country stuff, yo.” He was right though. Times had changed—Ric and Tabby were both older, and they looked it. “You got… tall,” Tabby teased a bit, digging her elbow into Ric’s side and giggling. “I want what he’s having.” Tabby ordered to the clerk who nodded her head along with Tabithas’s order, “He’s paying.” She yawned and turned back on her heels to a table, pushing Ric—though he caught her arm and started inspecting it. He said something about the Savage Land and then further about Snooki. “Hey, you jerk!” she snapped, glaring at him and yanking her arm out, pulling out a chair and plopping down in it. “I resent that!” |
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| Julio (Kip) | Feb 5 2013, 07:34 PM Post #7 |
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Reacting to the compliment -- if it truly was a legitimate compliment; one never knows with Tabitha Smith -- Ric put his two size-twelve-foot feet together, straightened his back, and raised his chin, to show how tall he really was. Still swallowing the remaining of the melting ice cream down his throat, he took his left hand and hovered it over Tabby's head. "Hmm. I think you may have gotten shorter." Feeling a shove to his side, Ric was surprised at the flavor ice cream she ordered. "Vanilla? Isn't that a bit too plain for your liking?" By this time, Ric was chewing on the waffle cone-- more like nibbling on it because it was one of the best parts of the ice cream, and he wanted to savor it as long as possible. "I'm paying?!" Directing his eyes toward Tabby's, he held a strong gaze for a few seconds until unexpectedly, "Fine. Only because I owe you one." What he was referring to was the time the two went out for dinner... okay, maybe it was a date. Whatever. When the two went out for that date, Ric had forgot his wallet at the mansion, forcing himself to look like a fool when Tabby had to pay for them. But no one else knew that Tabby had actually scammed the money and didn't genuinely pay. It was only with her Ric would dine-and-dash. "That's seven dollars." "What did you just say, Dorothy?" He said the clerk's name as if they were close friends. "Seven dollars? I only paid six bucks and ninety-five cents for mine." "No... you gave me exactly seven because of the five cent tip. So I said to myself, 'Why not just give me a full seven?'" "Whatever." Ric dropped a ten-dollar bill on the counter this time, "Don't keep the change this time." Dorothy hesitantly gave him the three bucks. Shoving it back into his butt pocket rather than neatly placing it in his wallet, he exclaimed to Tabby, "I can't believe I just spent fourteen bucks on freaking ice cream!" Walking over to Tabitha with her two-scoop vanilla ice cream beautifully slopped onto a waffle cone, Ric had the temptation to eat it, since he was finished with his own. "Here's your ice cream, bro." Tilting his head like a confused puppy, Ric sized his friend up and continued the conversation from earlier. "Actually, you probably did get shorter. That sun not only turned you into Snooki, but it shrunk you too." Even if Tabitha was literally shorter because she was... sitting. |
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| Tabitha Smith | Feb 7 2013, 10:10 PM Post #8 |
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Whether Tabitha was being honest or a smart-ass was something that she’d never let Ric be aware of—but, it was a genuine remark about something that she had noticed. When she had last seen her friend, he was a scrawny five-foot-nine twerp that was trying to hit big with chicks while he was wearing a twenty-years out of style leather vest. Now, he was a strapping young man that clocked in at a height that was much more over her head than it was before. He patter her on her head and she growled at him, “I have not…” she grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. “Hey, I like whatever suits my mood,” She shrugged her shoulders at Ric’s question, tossing him a wink. Ric nibbled on his waffle cone, arguably one of the best parts of any sort of ice cream cone ever, when she placed her order and remarked that Ric would be paying. She caught his glare out of the corner of her eye but quickly waved it off, paying it no mind because she was sure that he would pay regardless. The creep owed her that much, after all. “I thought you’d say that!” Tabby giggled and pulled on Ric’s arm before she made her way over to her seat. They’d dated once, and it wasn’t the best experience that Tabby could remember. He conveniently ‘forgot’ his wallet back in his room, which meant that she’d have to pay for everything. Jerk… she didn’t pay, though, and she wouldn’t tell anyone that until she was on her deathbed. Maybe some things that she was taught by the Vanisher would pay off, after all. Tabby shot her gaze over to the counter when she heard the price of her order, “What? For ice cream? Seriously, chick, that’s ridic.” She didn’t know at all when Rictor had spent, and she hadn’t gotten any ice cream in the last few months, but she was rather sure that the prices had gone up in comparison to what they were last time she ventured into a Cold Stone. “Whatever,” She sighed and waved her hand towards the girl when she heard her rationalization. The girl was a real bitch, but that wouldn’t stop her from overcharging. She was pretty sure her manager’s would let it fly to, so whatever. “Your fault!” Tabby countered Ric’s protesting at the fact that he just paid fourteen bucks for ice cream, “Now gimme!” Tabby exuberantly made grabby hands at the vanilla cone that Ric now held in his hands, giving her best little girl puppy dog eyes while she did it. “Score!” Tabby grinned and wrapped her hands around the cone, smacking her lips against it, pulling away and licking her lips when Ric decided to continue the conversation from earlier. “I. Did. Not. Get. Shorter!” The blonde fumed—she’d cross her arms if she wasn’t busy and didn’t have an ice cream cone held in her left hand. “And I most certainly do not look like Snooki!” She growled, slumping back in her chair and licking at her ice cream again. “You’re just abnormally tall. You sort of look like one of those dude’s that gets all hopped up on ‘roids or something,” She teased him idly taking another bite of her ice cream. |
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| Julio (Kip) | Feb 11 2013, 04:46 AM Post #9 |
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"Okay, fine!" Ric stepped toward the two-person table, grabbed the edge of the metallic seat across from Tabitha, and slid it toward him, making a slight screeching sound in the process. Turning it around, he opened his legs wide and sat down on the chair backwards. Lazily resting his chin on the backrest, he looked like a man-child. Crossing his arms around the ice-cold chair, Ric exaggerated a sigh toward Tabitha's direction. "Of course you're not Snooki. I love you too much to compare you to that orange trash." Beginning to smile, Ric abruptly turned it into a frown, which forced his lips into a straight line caught between two expressions. "Steroids. Really?" Rolling up his right arm's sleeve, he had a bit of a struggle as the ends were too tight to lift over his biceps; however, after a few minutes of stretching and pulling, he finally did it. Raising his arm in a ninety-degree angle, he concentrated and flexed. "Baby, this is all natural." He winked at Tabitha, then kissed the skin-tight muscle. Trying to pull the sleeve back down as trying to take a ring off a finger that had grown fatter. It felt impossible, so he stopped attempting and just left it up, looking a bit silly. Patting the top of his head, he simply stated, "I guess I get my height from my father." Though, that's all he said as he didn't feel like reminiscing the traumatic experience of watching his father be shot before his eyes. Pausing for a moment, he shook his head and faked a smile. Continuing his earlier statement, "I could so be a model, dude." To prove his point, he stood up and leaned against the glass window. Running his hand through his hair and stuffing his other hand in his pocket, he narrowed his eyes and slightly opened his mouth. Slowly shifting his gaze to Tabitha, he was startled by the shout from across the room. "Hey! I just cleaned those windows!" "Uhm." Stepping forward away from the glass, he put his hand on his hip and waved his finger in the air, imitating a sassy, Black woman, "Ain't it your job to clean the place, anyway? I'm just helping you out by giving you something to do." Before Dorothy was able to snip back with a snarky remark, he raced toward the counter to tell her something only she could hear. "Bro, I apologize for mine and my friend's childish antics. I just haven't seen her in a while, and I tend to get all 'fun and games' whenever I do." Ric sheepishly smiled at her, waiting for a response-- hopefully, a positive response. Dorothy just began to laugh. "Dude, you're Rictor from X-Factor! There's no way I could hate you. I just get bored at work, especially on cold days like this, so I like to play around with my customers." She leaned in closer, whispering into Ric's ear, "Although you can tell your friend to calm it a bit." Stepping back, Ric threw his thumbs up, and said, "Got it, Dorothy!" Walking a few feet back toward Tabitha, he said, "Be nice to Dorothy, she's only messing." Whatever Tabitha said in return Ric just ignored and shouted to Dorothy, "She apologizes!" Being one of her closest friends, Ric knew that Tabitha wouldn't be the first to apologize, if ever, so he had to lie. Tabitha Smith was reckless, wild, and shameless-- there was no changing that; it's what made her her. Though, it was Ric of all people who should take his own advice. |
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| Tabitha Smith | Feb 12 2013, 04:39 AM Post #10 |
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Ric shouted out a bit and stomped his way over to the table, turning the chair around and pulling it towards him—the following screech against the floor made Tabitha wince and bite down on the ice cream, causing sharp shooting pains to crawl up from her teeth to her gums, and then finally making a rest stop at the tip of her head causing a sensation that had become known the world over as ‘brain freeze’ “Aaarrrggghhh! Damn it, Julio!” Tabitha snapped, throwing her arms back but making sure to keep a grip on the ice cream cone, though a little bit of the cold, melted substance fell onto the floor. Tabby didn’t notice, so she didn’t make note of it. She brought her hands back in front of her and hastily stepped her feet on and off the floor, feigning running. “Braaiiinnn freeeeeze.” “Damn right I’m not like that… that… blimp.” The brain freeze went away as Ric mentioned that she wasn’t like Sookie, and she stuck her nose up in the air before bringing her face back down and taking a sloppy bite of her ice cream, licking the cream that had rubbed off on her cheeks from her face when she swallowed the cold substance down. She looked down at her chest, to make sure nothing had dripped off onto her, and looked up just in time to see Rictor staring at her, with his face tied into some weird half-smile half-frown that seemed to come from her comments about steroids. “I was joking!” Tabby said shrilly, though it seemed to go unnoticed. Ric rolled his shirt sleeve up, having some trouble around his biceps, and finally kissed at them. “I was joking.” Tabitha idly repeated, when she thought that he could finally hear her. “Pfft!” Tabitha spit out a bit of her ice cream, it landing on the table, when Ric mentioned that he could be a model and walked over to the window, running his finger down it and then looking at her like he was stupid. “You look like an idiot. You’re too buff to be a model, bro.” Tabitha shrugged her shoulders, before the shrill, always complaining voice of Dorothy, the effervescent clerk. "Hey! I just cleaned those windows!" Tabby rolled her eyes and tossed a look at Ric, shrugging her shoulders at the shrill clerk. “Whippty-doo, Dotty Coronis.” Rictor stepped away from the window, flailing his hands around in what appeared to be a z-snap. As Tabby started to nibble on the waffle cone, having finished the ice cream that was housed therein, Ric raced over to the counter and started to whisper something to the girl. Tabby didn’t care what, but as he was doing so she finished off the cone. The clerk seemed to laugh at what Julio had to say, and Meltdown rolled her eyes in response as she caught a bit of. Rictor from X-Factor? Pffeh. “I’m an X-Man…” Tabitha grumbled a bit, wishing in silence that she got more recognition than she likely ever would. “I do… X-Man stuff…” Soon enough, Ric traveled back over to the table and mentioned that Dorothy was only messing around and that she wanted her to calm down. Tabby rolled her eyes. “Oh, this bitch.” She said it only loud enough for her friend to hear what she was saying, slamming the wrapper of the ice cream cone on the table. “I’m not even the one doing crazy shit! And she tells me to calm it? Well, fuck her and her teeny-bopper self.” Tabby rolled her eyes, and Ric shouted back at the girl that she apologized. “No, I didn’t! Whatever. We’re leaving.” Tabby grumbled to herself and shot up, grabbing Rictor by his collar and starting towards the door. “Bitch…” She muttered as she pulled the door open, the bell sounding off in response. |
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| Julio (Kip) | Feb 18 2013, 12:23 AM Post #11 |
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Not prepared to be yanked and dragged by his collar by a woman half his height, Ric's feet slipped under him and he nearly fell face-down. He turned his head to view Dorothy's reaction from behind-- strangely enough, she wasn't bothered by Tabitha's rude, yet acceptable, remarks; instead, she had on the most mischievousness smirk that made him a bit uncomfortable. Distracted by the mystery of Dorothy, he did not realize that the door was closing between him and Tabitha, causing him to fall out of her grasp and back into the Cold Stone floor beneath. Ric heard a snort from Dorothy, who was not, in fact, coming to help him up. He also assumed Tabitha didn't even notice he had fallen, so he would have to be his own gentleman and help himself. Dusting the figurative dirt off his shoulders... and pants and chest and shoes, he straightened his back, giving Dorothy the 'I've got my eyes on you' gesture. Opening the glass door again, he attempted to slam it shut, but because of its light weight and unique functions, it gently closed, making him look rather idiotic. Lying to Tabitha, Ric said with confidence, "Sorry I took so long. I needed to give Dorothy what she... deserved." Though, by the end of his statement, it sounded more like a question because he didn't really know what to say-- which is a situation he always finds himself in. How long was he in there for? Before, the skies were gray with a breath of cold air; now, the night's blanket obscured the town in shadows, with only the moonlight shining a path for the nocturnal-- which included the fabulous Rictor and Meltdown. It was a Saturday night, so many people were already out or getting ready to go to town to party it up. Being Julio Richter, he... had no plans. The worst to organize events or hangouts with his friends, he always ended up doing nothing with his life or just going with the flow. That's how X-Factor Investigations worked, anyway. It's not like they intentionally orchestrate monsters and aliens to destroy the planet. A lot of people who lived here, and weren't scared of the "outside world," loved partying in the rest of New York on the weekends, rather than stinking it up in ghetto Mutant Town. That just means more for him! Resting his hands on his hips, Ric asked Tabitha, "Dude, where's my car?" He looked both toward left and right down the street, as if this was his first time walking this road. "Oh, that's right... I don't have one! How did you even get here, anyway?" Interlocking his fingers with one another, he stretched his arms forward and yawned. "So what now?" Player Note: I apologize for the short post; I couldn't think of much to do without god-modding Tabby and without having a JP. If you want though, I can definitely add more on and take charge! But either way, I'm ready for some Ric and Tab's Excellent Adventures! |
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| Tabitha Smith | Feb 19 2013, 09:13 PM Post #12 |
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Tabitha hardly noticed Ric’s collar slip out from her grasp, and because of that, she assumed that he had just tugged it out. She didn’t look back at him, she didn’t hear the man fumble to the floor or nearly hit his face against the tiles of the ice cream shop. The door slipped shut, closing soundlessly. Tabitha blinked her shimmering blue eyes as she looked up at the sky; it had grown darker, swirls of black and indigo now engulfing what was only minutes before a mix of blue and shades of red, orange, and yellow. The sun wasn’t anywhere to be found, having slipped slowly and quietly behind the buildings that screamed out from the ground, the clouds sparse, but thematic. Feet stomped like thunder as people, mutants and a few sparing humans that had wandered into the thick of things in Mutant Town alike, the crowds pushing past her and giving her looks about standing in the middle of the sidewalk. It took her a mutant to come out of her daze, only doing so when she’s pushed from where she’s standing by a woman that had oversized hands and feet. “Hey! I’m walking here!” Tabitha protested at the woman, giving her the finger as she walked away—she didn’t know that she wasn’t moving, she had thought it was only a moment before that she had stepped out of the Cold Stone. She was starting to feel a little funny, she recognized that, though. She felt Ric brush against her shoulder, not having noticed that he wasn’t behind her at all, when he stepped out of the building and attempted to slam the door shut. “Where the hell were you?” She spat, not amused. “This weird lady with big hands and clown shoes tried to knock me the fuck over.” She growled a little bit and, like a child that was having a temper tantrum, crossed her arms over her chest and slumped down where she stood. “Some friend you are…” She droned on, now trying to do little more than get a rise out of him. He claimed that he had to give Dorothy what she deserved, but by the way he drawled on, it sounded like a question. “A titty twister?” Tabby asked, idly flicking her wrist. “Even that’s too good for her, the little slut.” She drawled on, chuckling at her own comments in regards to the teenage girl. She had made an enemy today, she could be sure of that. I mean… what was she even doing that was wrong? It was Ric that was being all aggressive towards her. Whatever, she wasn’t going to worry about childish squabbles that a sixteen year old intended to force her into… today, at least. She was supposed to be happy today, she had gotten reunited with one of her best friends. Tabitha didn’t have any plans, she hadn’t had any since she had gotten back from the Savage Land a few days ago, and she was growing tired of it. That was why she came out to the city, mainly to do random shit until she was absolutely satisfied with what she had done with the day. Meeting up with Ric was a start, though it was entirely unexpected. She was going to go out to the club after going shopping, or something, and end up back at her Apartment by the mansion in the wee hours of the morning. She wasn’t going to do anything significant, she had decided against that, but now… maybe she could. “You got any plans?” Tabitha asked quickly, and Ric followed up by asking her where his car was. “Wait. Wait,” Tabby started, turning to the tall man that stood beside her, “you have a car? I don’t believe it.” She was wise not to, as Ric clarified immediately following her inquiry, “Oh.” She shrugged her shoulders. He asked how she got here and she became still, thinking back. “I don’t exactly remember… train, I think. I’m at the Mansion. They’re opening in February.” She shrugged her shoulders, but then Ric mentioned that he didn’t have any plans either. “Damn, I dunno.” But then something flashed in front of her eyes. It was rainbow in color, and looked like a housecat that had wings and a lion’s mane. “… the fuck? Dude, Ric, did you see that?” |
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| Julio (Kip) | Feb 19 2013, 10:08 PM Post #13 |
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Back in their teenager years, Ric personally labeled Tabitha as one of the most audacious people he had ever met. She didn't care about being brusque when it came to stating the hard truth or revealing her emotions. There was also that breath of negligence she used if others had negatively judged her for who or what she was. At the end of the day, she did not care about such minor things, which was one of her traits Ric drew inspiration from. What he knew of Tabitha, she wasn't exactly raised with the best framework when compared to other juveniles growing up in this damned generation. Ric knew that because of her dysfuntional origins, Tabitha was used to something so subordinate like riding the train, so why did he feel a certain melancholy when he discovered her mode of transportation? Maybe because, as a mutant vigilante, he was accustomed to fantastical elements such as impossibly fast jets or miraculously teleporting portals. Or maybe it was because he once occupied a room at Xavier's Institute, so he understood being caged there like a bird with dreams of one day spreading its wings. Nonetheless, Ric cherished being part of X-Factor Investigations, whose home was pretty much a whole city all together; that he was able to roam the endless road as freely as he desired. "February?" Almost condoning the deplorable carnage of the mansion due to the consistent intervention of countless adversaries, Ric felt as if the restoration had gone by in a blink of an eye. That was because he, himself, hadn't visited the house for wayward mutants in years, so, he'd hate to admit this, it became an impertinent part of his life. However, friends like Tabitha is what kept his bittersweet memory, of what was once long ago, alive. Talk about keeping his cognizance remembered because he without warning began to feel a certain aberration in not only his head, but throughout his entire body. "Do you feel..." Forgetting what he was about to inquire from his friend, Ric watched a monster truck march, crunching the black concrete with each step. What was a monster truck doing here? Though, that question passed by quickly because the behemoth of a vehicle emerged in a literal sense. The hood opened wide, showcasing its abundant shiny, clanky teeth. "Woah..." Tabitha's sudden explosion of curiosity dragged Ric into her mindset. Looking up at the sky, he saw a chromatic beast with wings bursting into raining sparkles. "Tabitha, is it the fourth of July or something because I don't remember Mutant Town celebrating with fireworks around this time of the year." Pointing up toward the sky, Ric's mouth spread into a child-like smile. One of the colorful sparkles had landed in the middle of the street, in one of the mini craters the monster truck created just seconds ago. From the hole emerged an enormous tree. Growing at the speed of light, the purple seeds blossomed into mouth-watering watermelons. "Holy shit! I can use a bite to eat after that ice cream we just had!" Running toward the dropping fruits, he reached to pick one when he saw a bright light heading toward him. "Is this the light? ... Tabitha, I think we're going to heaven! I can't wait to see what God really looks like." The light swerved around him with an echoing vibration of, 'Get out of the street, freak!' Ric waved toward the light, "Bye, God! Maybe I'll see you soon!" |
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| Tabitha Smith | Feb 23 2013, 09:34 PM Post #14 |
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Julio Richter was one of the first people at the Xavier Institute that she met, and instantly fell in with. They hit it off, as ridiculous as that might appear to someone who didn’t know either of them; Rictor, surprisingly to some, took a while to find himself and realize who he was. He always seemed to be running from something, needlessly overcompensating for something that seemingly no one saw there. Tabby was always the type of person that was sure of herself, that didn’t try to work outside of her means or try to make herself out to be more glamorous than she was. There were people that called her audacious and, well… she was—she is. Maybe it was that, in the two of them, it was found a kindred spirit. Tabitha didn’t come from the most glorious background by any means whatsoever, she didn’t like where she came from, but she grew to accept it and to stop acting like she had the origins of a totally different person. Maybe it was Ric that helped her stop acting like she did; he didn’t come from the best place, either, but it wasn’t like he shunted it away. He embraced it, and while he may have been acting like he was someone that he wasn’t—like the time he went through a phase that everything had to be leather and had to be accentuated, that was brutal—he stayed true to himself. Tabby started to open up about her past after she met him, one of her partners in crime, she realized. “Yeah, it took too long,” Tabby shrugged her shoulders, unaware that her line of thinking was entirely separate from Rictor’s. She had spent the time in Utopia, away from any and all modern civilization that wasn’t the group of people that had ventured from New York, from the Mansion after it met its untimely, albeit temporary, demise. She had the option of staying in the city, and maybe she would have, if she hadn’t felt compelled by the mystique of the jungles to go to the Savage Land. She ultimately didn’t regret her decision, but she wondered sometimes. Whereas Rictor was compelled to stay away from the mansion, Tabitha felt obligated to go wherever the school, as it were, went. It was sanctuary. She thought that she heard Ric starting to say something, but she didn’t really pay it no mind as an odd feeling began to pass over her. All of her senses went into what felt like overdrive, and while she noticed the monster truck out of the corner of her eye, she paid it no heed, instead enamored with the floating feline that had appeared from thin air. The beast was now captivating all of her attention, and she quickly got Ric to realize that it was there before the beast giggled, like a little girl that had just gotten her way, and burst into a rain of sparkles, sparking at the ground as it bounced off. “Wait, what? Fireworks? Umm… I don’t… know…” Tabitha stammered, blinking her eyes a bit. She’d lost track of time—what day was it again? Ric nudged into her, pointing up at the sky and then where one of the sparkles had landed. “Huh,” Tabby commented idly, pushing his arm away from her as she had her attentions drawn by one of the sparkles that had landed in front of her on its own, fading from red to pink to blue to green just as the cat had been before. It landed on the sidewalk and exploded into all colors that the mind could feasibly accept. “Whoa!” Tabby said, jumping back a bit as the colors faded together into black, darkening the town around her. She tripped off of the curb as figures started to walk through the pitch blackness of what could only be described as a black hole. “Look out!” Tabby flailed, pointing at the gaping hole in the scenery. “It’s a black hole!” What she was saying was nonsensical to anyone else, but to Meltdown, it made perfect sense. People walked in and walked out of it, ignoring something that in Tabitha’s mind and her current state, meant certain death. The people that were walking out of it were monstrous, some looking akin what the skrull looked like, but this was Mutant Town. She still knew that, so she wasn’t going to cause mass hysteria. Even now. From the blackness burst a bright light, causing the black to stammer backward again and to fall on her behind. She heard people yelling, people calling after her, as she fell onto her back and turned her head up to see Ric dealing with his own battles, a bright light like her own swerving around him, and she heard Rictor recognize it as God. God? … “God?” Tabitha asked, the tenseness of her figure fading, “Dear, God… it’s me, Tabitha…” |
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