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| Eric Gitter | Jan 26 2014, 04:14 PM Post #1 |
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So...I like playing games when I have the time with my fellow RPers out in the RP world. What do you typically play on the most? I play on the 360 and the PS4. My gamertag, as I call it on both, is OOThatWhiteKid Those are O's not zeros. Add me! Let's play some stuffs! lol Besides...I literally only know two people that have a PS4 right now... -ThatGuy |
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| Charm | Jan 26 2014, 08:33 PM Post #2 |
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January 7th JKF Airport 10:15 am (Following I Am Not a Robot) The past few hours had been a blur, every moment a collection of frenzied panic and snap decisions. Once he had removed his null cuff and 'convinced' his roommate to go to class, Micah found himself a passenger to his own actions. The first task was to arm himself with a few essentials, and after dumping out the contents of his backpack normally reserved for school, Micah quickly refilled the compartments with some clothes, his laptop, and a few other odds and ends--including his beloved sweater his mother had made him. From there, it was only a matter of finding an idle older student with a car and charming them into a request for a lift into the city. During the resulting drive, Micah left no second absent of his own voice, chatting up his chauffeur of the moment with every lie he could think of. By the time they arrived in Manhattan, the nameless student genuinely believed that Micah Kinsley was a champion caper tosser and had direct permission to walk the streets alone for the day. After being dropped off at the public library--an inconspicuous location--walking a few blocks, and hailing a taxi to the JKF airport, Micah was exhausted from talking. His mind was spinning as he thumbed out a few bills to the cab driver, still outwardly smiling and offering a cheery wave as the cabbie pulled from the curb. Micah took a moment to collect himself as he stood in front of the airport entrance, swallowing a few times to moisten his overworked vocal chords. A chill raced down his spine as he thought of the untold power he possessed, more than what he knew to do with. He could have anything he wanted in life if he so chose, and anyone he asked would be happy to give it to him. Micah shoved his hands down into his pockets, trying not to ponder too deeply on those thoughts. Just get home first. Then yer can figure out all the rest. Although he had hoped to go unnoticed, his demeanor and appearance attracted the attention of a portly airport attendant standing outside, suspiciously eyeing Micah's lack of luggage. The greying older man cleared his throat, hoping to catch the teenager's eye with a wave. "Checking any bags today, sir?" the man said, his hand readily touching the panel of the walkie talkie holstered to his hip. "Ehm?" Micah blinked, jolted from his internal train of thought. He quickly flashed a bright, sparkling smile to the attendant,"Naw. Cheers, pal, I just got m'rucksack here." He touched the shoulder strap of his bag for affirmation, clucking his tongue as he slyly added,"But if'n yer can tell me where I can buy a ticket? I ain't real good with the internet y'see.." The older man nodded, appearing to relax, even offering a smile,"Yessir, if you go through the front doors there, reception will be to your left." "Cheers, mate," Micah nodded, shouldering his bag and stepping through the sliding doors of the airport foyer. John F. Kennedy International Airport was one of the busiest in the country, even on an off day like this, swamped with resident employees and passengers, and in the middle of it all Micah still stood out like a sore thumb. Lingering would draw suspicion, so the young man made a hasty beeline for reception, approaching the the next available associate at her desk. "Don't s'pose ye got anythin' leavin' for Edinburgh anytime soon, miss?" the silver teen inquired politely, removing the heavy bag from his shoulder and placing it next to his feet. The woman behind the desk met his eyes for the first time, covering a barely muffled gasp with a hand to her mouth as she saw the glittering of his skin. "Oh.. my.. y-you're.." "Scottish? Aye, yer a good guesser," Micah grinned with a jovial wink. "Oh.. yes, of course," the receptionist nodded slowly, removing her hand from her face with a blush. "And.. w-where did you say you wanted to go today, sir?" "Edinburgh if yer please, miss--one way. The soonest flight yer got." He leaned against the desk casually, resting one metal elbow on its surface as the receptionist began to rapidly type on her keyboard. With a desire to look personable, Micah pressed further into his deception, quietly adding,"I'm going home t'surprise m'dear old mum, ken? She's not doin' real well--dementia an' all." The receptionist nodded again, grimly this time, her hands stuttering to a halt across the keys,"I'm so sorry to hear that..." She gave Micah a look of sympathy, her earnest empathy like a knife to his heart. Every bit of what he was doing was wrong, but it was too late to turn back. Looking back to her computer screen, the woman added,"Well, sir, I see we have one flight leaving in an hour and fifteen minutes to Edinburgh.. it would be cutting it close, you would still have to make it through security and out to terminal--" "Brilliant. I'll take it." Micah leaned slightly closer, flashing his gaze down to her name tag. "I'll tell m'mum all about th'nice lassie Peggy in reception." Peggy blushed more deeply, but she smiled for the first time since the transaction had begun, looking more relaxed with each moment. "And.. your name, sir?" "Ach, o'course," Micah grinned, relieved that this was all going so well. "Micah Kinsley.. M-I-C.." As soon as Peggy began to resume her typing, her screen flashed with a warning, and she frowned. "Oh, Mr. Kinsley, I apologize.. it seems that flight is full." She clicked a few more keys,"But there is another flight leaving tomorrow at 5:30 pm, perhaps I can help you find a hotel to stay in town for another night?" Micah swallowed thickly, his usually dormant nerves trying to take over. He was truly desperate to get home and put all of this behind him, but no one needed to know. Instead, the Scotsman shook his head, dropping his voice to a low octave,"Tha's a real shame, mum was so lookin' forward to havin' her only child home. Surely there's somethin' ye can do? Please?" The blushing receptionist giggled, starting to become distracted. "Sorry, it's.. just your accent." She cleared her throat, attempting to resume a professional front. "Well I... I can check to see if there are any last-minute cancellations.." Micah smiled reassuringly, wearily raking his metal fingers back through his wiry hair. "Ah there's a lass, cheers." |
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| Siryn | Jan 29 2014, 08:26 PM Post #3 |
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Aaron and Terry Joint Post Earlier that day... He'd never been in a situation like this, at least not one he could remember off the top of his head. Knowing that someone was about to try and do something stupid, and having played a part in it, as coerced as he had been. That was still gnawing at him, the fact that Micah had just so casually tricked him into thinking that everything was fine and then taking off. His first thought was to try and find his metal roommate, but a quick search of the places he knew Micah to frequent had turned him nothing. In thinking about the situation, though, he realized that it wouldn't have done him much good had he found him - things would have gone down exactly the same once they started talking. There really was no good way to get around that. So, Aaron made the decision to seek out someone in authority, someone who helped run things at the school. Terry was the first person who popped into his head. Almost slipping as he turned the corner nearest her office, he regained his balance and ran up to her door, giving it a frantic knock. "Terry!" he called, wondering somewhere in the back of his mind if it was polite to just address her like that. Why did he have to pick the weirdest times to think about things like that? "It's Aaron! Aaron Anderson! I think Micah's about to do something stupid!" It felt like an eternity while he waited for her to respond. Was she even in her office? He'd just assumed she was, didn't bother to actually check. He had next to no contingency plan if she wasn't available. This entire day was rapidly falling apart. “...Thank you very much, the information will be in the mail for you tomorrow,” Terry had only just set down the phone and gone to pick up her cup of coffee when a thunderous hammering on the door disturbed her. Typical. The redhead was about to inwardly cuss when the voice on the other side started to speak and announced the seriousness of the disturbance. Quickly shutting the hatch around the front of the school office, she went to the main door and pulled it open, frowning in confusion. “Aaron? Calm down. What’s happened? What’s wrong with Micah?” Oh thank god, she was there. He was visibly relieved when she answered the door, thinking to himself how all of this might just work out. But now he had to explain things, and since he'd had a little bit of time to think while he was running around and searching for Micah, he began to wonder if maybe, just maybe, he was overreacting. Maybe it was all a joke on his roommates part and he would just be sitting in their dorm later, having a laugh at his expense. But could he really take that chance? He was in pretty deep already. Taking a deep breath, he tried to give her all the information he could. "I found Micah in the shop class earlier beating on his cuff thing with a hammer...he told me why he was wearing it, something to do with his voice hypnotising people or something. I think he was trying to break it so that no one would know he was doing it...a-anyway, I thought I talked him out of it, told him to talk to Ms. Russell's mom or whoever put it on him, and he said he would, only he walked me to class and...I think he did it to me. He was talking a lot and I just kinda...Iunno, anyway, last time I saw him he told me to look him up in Scotland if I was ever there, and I was just like 'Okay,' and..." He had to stop there, mostly because he was running out of breath from going about a mile a minute. Hopefully she'd been able to follow all of that because he wasn't sure he'd be able to repeat it again, at least not coherently. Still, he felt like he should sum up where he was going with this. "...I think he's gonna try and get back to Scotland. And since he's not wearing that cuff thing...couldn't he just talk his way back?" Siryn listened as Aaron launched into the tale about Micah and inwardly, she grimaced. She was barely older than the two boys but events had put her in a position of authority now. Drawing breath slowly, she put her hands on her hips and nodded as Aaron said about Micah charming himself back to Scotland and silently she thanked the Lord she had not fully developed that aspect of her own power before the X-men had taken her in. God only knew what she’d have done with it. “And yer sure he’s on his way back to Scotland? Y’don’t think he hasn’t gotten cold feet and come back to the school?” Oh, she believed the lad could do it alright, but for now she needed a few cold facts from Aaron. Sure? No, he wasn't sure, and that was the problem. Crap, he'd been afraid of this, and now that she'd said it, he was starting to rethink the whole thing. Was there something? Anything that Micah had said to him, anything he'd done, anything to confirm what he thought? He heaved a shaky sigh, turning his gaze to his feet like they were the most interesting thing in the world. "...I'm not...sure sure," he said, suddenly feeling like he was wasting her time with this nonsense and he'd be reprimanded for it thusly. "I just...the way he was talking, about how he missed his old life, about how much harder it was without being able to trick people...I just felt like he was serious...and I did look for him! I did...but I couldn't find him anywhere..." He felt like collapsing, really. The adrenaline that had been fueling him since his sudden realization in the middle of class was beginning to wear off, and his mind was starting to clear from both that and any residual effects of Micah's powers working on him. Gulping back some of the frustration that was building up in the pit of his stomach, he looked back up at Terry. "I just...I don't want him to do something stupid..." Like tricking his best friend into believing everything was fine and then running off. That was about as stupid as it got. Standing aside, she held the door open for him and tilted her head towards a vacant chair. “Look, sit down fer two seconds,” walking across the office, Siryn first collected a paper cup of water from the small machine and held it out to Aaron. He looked ready to combust or worse and that was the last thing she needed on top of all of this. Moving next to her desk, Theresa pressed a button on a small panel and lifted up a small earpiece, sliding it on. “Danger, this is Siryn. I need you to sweep campus for Micah Kinsley...No? Alright. Can yer check when the next flights out ter Scotland are? Thanks...Patch me through to Archangel. I’ll wait. Thanks, Danger.” Letting out a loud sigh, she grabbed her mug of coffee and slugged half of it, shut her computer monitor down and went for her black wool coat that was hung on a stand by the door, just in case she needed to go out. Her phone went into her pocket but her keys that had been snatched out of the drawer during her rush around the office remained in her hand. “I’m going to JFK airport. Yer can stay in here if yer want…” the offer of going with her was slightly there, but the redhead was in no mood for any kind of trouble breaking out between the boys. She was never this much trouble, was she? Well, at least she’d never tried to run off home to Ireland so that was a plus. The offer of the seat was gladly accepted, and he fell into it, taking the water as well. "Thanks..." He just sounded completely defeated, not even knowing what to do now. None of this felt good - being betrayed, not knowing where Micah even was, all of this was just a nightmare. Thank God for Terry. She seemed to have the situation well in hand, talking to someone on the phone, and checking to see if Micah was still on the grounds. His heart sank. He'd hoped he'd been wrong, that Micah was just messing around, but hearing Terry talk like that just confirmed everything. "Dammit Micah..." he whispered, burying his face in his hands. Today was just a terrible day, and there was nothing he could do to fix any of it. Terry's voice brought him back from his thoughts, and she mentioned he could go to the airport if he wanted to. It only took a few seconds for him to get an answer. "No, no...I'll stay here...I have some things to do now..." Getting to his feet, Aaron gave Terry a look, a rare glint of anger in his eye. "...Thanks for this...for helping, I mean...when you get back, do you think you could help me find a new dorm?" Pausing as Aaron spoke, she reached out and wrapped an arm around him, giving him a quick side hug before releasing him again as to not make it seem like she was pitying or babying him any. “Don’t mention it. I’ll be a couple o’ hours but…” she sighed inwardly at the transfer request. “Aye, I think a few rooms have empty slots in them. We can see what’s free and if its easier, I can make sure Micah isn’t in there when you move your stuff, if thats what you really want.” Reaching into the bottom drawer of her desk, Theresa grabbed her purse, again wondering when she had suddenly become such an adult. “Look, I need ter lock the office…” Doubling back to the desk, she plucked a slip from the tray and signed, handing him the pass. “Here, just in case. Now don’t worry. We’ll be back soon…” Now ~“You don’t want to do that...He hasn’t even got a passport…”~ The lilting voice drifted, cancelling out the effect of Micah’s own charms, as a hand came down on his shoulder, Siryn’s fingers curling into his jacket tightly. The Irish lass was glad she had worn her heels that day, even though she had momentarily slipped out of them into flats to drive to the airport. In heels, she was just past five foot ten and had learned enough working at Worthington Industries when it came to holding herself. “You are so dead, boyo,” she murmured in his ear as she smiled pleasantly at the poor British Airways worker, who was now smitten with Terry instead, at least until the young woman cut the ties, which she would do gently. “Be thankful I found yer now.” Squeezing his shoulder, she winked at the woman behind the desk. ~“We’ll be going now, have a nice day.”~ Terry grinned widely and started to walk, leaving Micah the option to walk with her or be dragged, while the woman at the desk came out of a strange stupor that had her take her break a whole half hour earlier than normal. An airport was not the best place to find a nook to talk, but the far corner of the lounge was quiet enough, so there she led him. It had taken her more time than she appreciated to find the lad, although thankfully he was very noticeable so after charming a few guards, Terry had gotten all the help she needed. On the drive over, she had spoken to Warren about the situation and she knew he’d be along when he could. In the meantime though, Theresa wasn’t too worried. Micah hadn’t actually gotten as far as boarding a plane and… “And yer even try and pull that little trick on me and you’ll find out just why I spent a chunk o’ last year thinking I was a goddess of death,” she gave him a smug little wink before her expression turned into one that showed just how unimpressed she was. “So. Just what is this little stunt about then? Because if you really don’t want to be at the school, then all you had to do was say so and we’d have put you on a plane ourselves,” she folded her arms across her chest, raising a fine red eyebrow as she waited for the answer. Back in her day (all of three or four years ago) she had pulled all the shit and every trick in the book she could muster. She was going to be Micah’s toughest audience yet...but she was not without sympathy and perhaps Aaron really had gone to the best possible person for this. |
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| Charm | Feb 5 2014, 03:56 AM Post #4 |
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You are so dead, boyo. Micah's metallic blood ran cold when a hand latched into his shoulder, a familiar Irish lilt interrupting his attempt to squeeze a ticket out of an already booked flight. Peggy's eyes glossed over, and his chance at freedom was gone in but a moment's notice as the same hand digging into his jacket brusquely grabbed him and pulled. "Shite," he whispered, barely audible above the din of the airport's general activity. Micah fumbled for his bag from the floor, grabbing it by one strap before he was promptly steered off into the opposite direction, forcing him to meet eyes with his redheaded captor for the first time--Terry. Were he the fighting type, Micah could easily prove himself the more physically capable one, outweighing the slight woman by a few hundred pounds and some change, but considering how little he knew of her own vocal prowess he was at that moment convinced that Terry could make his head explode with the right pitch. Dragging him to a somewhat secluded spot, the older woman wasted no time in getting to the point, threatening him none too subtly should he try to coerce her with his charm and probing into the reason for his cut and run routine. ...if you really don’t want to be at the school, then all you had to do was say so and we’d have put you on a plane ourselves. Micah's mouth fluttered open and shut a few times, mirroring the quirking of his eyebrows as he struggled to find words for perhaps the first time since he had looked in a mirror and seen his own silver skin. "Naw.. it ain't like tha'," the Scotsman defended at last, anxiously exchanging his backpack between his hands until he grasped it tightly with both. "I was.. I was just gonna break the cuff at first, ken, but it were a sturdy thing. So I just took it off instead." He flashed his bare wrist and grimaced before adding,"...and dumped it in a bin somewhere on 5th.." He shifted from one foot to the other, withering beneath Terry's stern gaze, his bravado drained after being caught. The knapsack that had been dangling from Micah's finger tips had worked its way up into his chest until he was holding it there, as if it would protect him from the intensity of her stare. "I didnae want t'leave," Micah continued,"I mean... not fer good. But I got nothin' goin' fer me there... Yer all out o' sorts when ye go from the world throwin' its knickers at yer feet t'throwin' drinks in yer face, ken?" Now that his feelings were mostly out there, Micah wished he could have said the same thing in so many words to his roommate after their confrontation only a few hours prior. Micah winced as the gravity of what he'd done to Aaron started to descend upon his once weightless shoulders. "Did...did Aaron tell ye?" Micah asked after a few tense beats of silence, although he already knew the answer to his own question. He bit his lip, his brows angling inwards with guilt. "Is he pure upset?" |
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| Siryn | Feb 6 2014, 10:41 PM Post #5 |
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Siryn listened and while her displeased expression might have seemed a little cold, it wasn’t that she was fully without sympathy for the lad and indeed, if she were so judgmental on him, then that’d be damn hypocritical. Sighing a little, she waited until he’d finished explaining himself, breaking her attention only slightly so that she could pull her phone out of her purse and send a text regarding the location of his dumped null cuff. “Aye, Aaron told me because he was worried about you,” she told him when he asked, having waited for him to be fully done first. Nodding her head towards some benches so that they could sit and talk about it properly. Waiting for a moment, the redhead drummed her fingers on the metal arm of the bench, before giving Micah a ‘look’. “Before you think...I ain’t here to make you feel like shite. Maybe a little stupid so you might understand better the consequences of your actions, but d’yer think you’re the only person to ever have been null cuffed at the school?” Theresa raised an eyebrow, waiting for a family complete with screaming kids to trundle past on their way to look for coffee and doughnuts or whatever airport delicacy that would placate the children until they had to catch their flight. When they had passed by, Terry cleared her throat a little and sat up on the bench, propping her elbow on the back of it. “When I was new, I was null cuffed, tagged and under house arrest. SHIELD dropped me off at the school as it was easier for them than dumping me in juvie and trust me, I pretty much deserved juvie too. Oh I wanted to leave too and once I managed it too, I was even given a damn nice opportunity to leave fer good. Gold ticket to go live in Sanctuary and that was back when it still seemed like some shiny little utopia. So I know. But trust me, if I’d gone my life wouldn’t be worth shite right now and I’d probably be in some SHIELD facility.” His comment about having nothing at the school had made her roll her eyes a little, but again, it was something where she could understand some of it at least, as for a while she’d been an outsider, not really sure of what she was doing until finally she had gotten something to hold to. “An’ define nothing goin on for you at the school. So, you don’t have free education and board and training? What do yer want?” Siryn’s tone wasn’t overly harsh or accusatory, but this kid obviously needed to put matters into perspective and really think about how things were at the school compared to sitting on the outside. He needed to think about it...Not that it would change the fact that he was in a whole world of trouble of course. |
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| Tarot | Feb 9 2014, 06:13 PM Post #6 |
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You're the only person I know with a PS4. Lucky. |
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| Eric Gitter | Feb 18 2014, 04:41 AM Post #7 |
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They're very hard to come by right now. I can't go anywhere that would normally sell them that doesn't have an abundance of XBox Ones though. lol |
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| Charm | Feb 20 2014, 04:49 AM Post #8 |
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After they sat down together on a bench, Micah's backpack strategically placed in between them in case Terry should try to strangle him, Micah learned a lot more about Terry in a five minute span than he had in five months. From what he could gather, they were more alike than he had originally thought, and with the guidance of the institute she had turned out quite well. As for the things he complained about not having, Terry was sure not to let him forget exactly just how much he was getting at no expense. Micah blinked, looking almost embarrassed. "Ehm.. I never thought o' it that way..." He sighed, putting his hands up in quiet exasperation. "Ach, bet I sound like a real nugget now, aye? Wantin' t'skip town coz I dinnae have all the friends or dates I want." Micah looked down at his hands in his lap, experimentally stretching the hand of the arm where the null cuff used to be. "I guess I dinnae know who I am with tha' thing on, an' I just wanted t'be myself, my ol' self, anyway..." Micah speculated, thoughtfully rubbing his bare wrist between his thumb and forefinger, glad to have the null cuff gone but equally feeling strange without it. "I was a popstar ye know," Micah started to say, putting a shiny palm to his forehead before he could go any further. "...what am I sayin' yer prolly have my whole file an' know my marks since primary." He shook his head, flicking his hand in a noncommittal gesture and stretching out his long legs in front of him. "Anyhow, that's not the point. I was like this in school an' when I won Scotland's TeenStar, ken?--shiny, made o'metal--an' I didnae know about all that vocal ehm.. infra... infrasomethin'. Whatever makes the lads an' lassies to go all dinger when they hear m'voice.. But if this has been goin' on since I was twelve how do I know I got any talent at all? I mean the judges said I won, an' my friends an' family said I was good.. but did they mean it or...." Micah trailed and looked away, appearing genuinely uncomfortable to be talking about something so private with someone he didn't know that well. Making himself this vulnerable was precisely what he had been hoping to avoid, wanting to use any confidence he could gain back to reveal his fears to his roommate, which consequently would have allowed him to influence Aaron enough to tell him exactly what the Scotsman wanted to hear. The metal teen was quiet for a few long moments after that, watching patrons of the airport drag their luggage aimlessly behind them and wishing that he were one of them. His heart ached to go home to familiar scenery and to be surrounded with love and affection, even if it were all false, and the thought of it made him feel sick. Micah knew that he would not be away from Penicuik forever, but he certainly wouldn't go home today--it was too tempting to take his old life by the reigns and live out his days in an illusion of an existence. Clearing his throat and putting on a weak smile to mask his discomfort, Micah looked back to his redheaded companion. "Awrite, give it t'me straight, Terry. ..how much hell am I in fer?" |
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| Siryn | Feb 21 2014, 12:30 AM Post #9 |
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Watching him out of the corner of her eye, Theresa tried to hide the smirk. “Just a bit,” propping an elbow on the back of the bench, she leaned on it and listened, feeling as if someone had gone and held a mirror up somewhere. A lot of this stuff, she could understand. Especially the null cuff… “But, do yer want ter be defined by yer powers, or as the person you are,” she gently poked the skin on his arm where the cuff had been only a couple of hours ago. It was easy to see why he’d hated it...Who wouldn’t want to be loved and adored, especially when you were a teenager who was so different? Regarding him, she smiled slowly as he started to question his talent. “Have yer tried singing while nulled? Maybe yer are the shit after all. I’d be careful with that talent though. I can do something similar and trust me, if yer had Namor all amorous, then yer’d understand why it’s a use with caution power too. Especially when it wears off and he gets really pissed off.” He was young, dumb, and probably a bit scared. Micah hadn’t been thrown in the deep end the same way she had, or Dontae or Nori either. He hadn’t had the easiest of lives either, but maybe what he needed was a bit of tough love. “Going home won’t help, not in the end. Running away never does. If you can’t accept what you are, then how can anyone accept you,” Siryn poked him in the upper arm. “Even without influence, family will tell you things to make life easier or make you feel better, sometimes because its easier on them...Look I ain’t sayin all families lie to each other, but when someone loves yer, they’re going to say what they know will make yer feel good and better and safe.” There was a lot more she could tell him, but she would save it for now, otherwise she might end up scaring the shit out of him with tales about how her life had gone wrong and Black Tom and all of that. Plus, he was now asking the million dollar question… “How much hell…? Well, yer might be glad ter hear Logan ain’t around so long, so Mr Worthington will be dealin with yer. And me. Cause if yer think we’ll let you walk around cuff free without training, then yer can think again. But I got here before you could actually get on a plane or do anythin really stupid…” she regarded him, sighing a little. “Moderate hell, I’d say. It’ll get worse though, if yer don’t make an effort and make a repeat of today. It's as easy or as hard as yer make it.” Her phone started to buzz. “This is probably Warren now. So...Moderate hell for a better future? Or are we wastin our time here?” |
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| Charm | Mar 8 2014, 05:12 AM Post #10 |
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Micah often listened to reason, but his tendency to follow his whims meant that his own logic rarely followed through until the damage had been done. Part of him wanted to be angry at Terry for stopping him, and the other wanted to be grateful that she had intervened before he had descended into his old ways. He always felt himself in the middle of conflicting emotions such as those, and he had hoped with every fiber of his being that casting aside his null cuff would have made his path in life look a little clearer, but so far it had only made things more confusing. Even now as Terry asked him whether he'd rather be defined by what he was or what he had--Micah couldn't give an answer. He shrugged, letting his gaze wander to the floor at the question. Micah then sat in a defeated silence until Terry asked if he had tried singing with the null cuff on. Once more he just rolled his shoulders, but at least he had something to say, again letting his fingers skim over his bare wrist after she had poked him there. "Naw.. didnae even speak for a whole week when I put it on fer the first time. Thought m'voice would come out all gobbledygook like a Boobah... or Björk." The Scotsman grinned, but he anxiously tugged on the drawstrings of his hooded jacket, nonetheless. "I'm nae sure how I even sound anymore. Cannae even make m'self look at concert videos on the web just for a min to listen--too nervous, prolly. Aye, wouldn't that be somethin', to the rest o' the world yer sound like an angel o' God, but to yerself it's like a screichin' kitty." Terry prodded his metal skin again, reminding him that even without his charm those around him would bend the truth for his sake. Micah nodded grimly,"Just like I did to Aaron, ken? I told him everythin' was fine. An' it is.. mostly... Awrite not so great, otherwise we wouldnae be sittin' on an airport bench.." It was not until Terry's phone vibrated with a call from Warren did the weight of unknown consequences settle where social expectations used to sit on Micah's shoulders. The silver-skinned teen stiffened his jaw, swallowing thickly to cement his determination in accepting whatever he had coming for him as a result of his own actions. He shook his head firmly at his one last chance to leave. "No. Yer nae wastin' yer time. I'll go quiet-like in ter moderate hell." |
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| Warren Worthington | Apr 17 2014, 10:15 AM Post #11 |
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The last thing Warren felt like doing in the first week of January was taking a trip to JFK airport to track down a wayward student. There were several reasons why he had a private plane and one of them was so he could avoid the chaos and hassle of airports, particularly with his wings which weren’t compatible with even the first class sections of planes. He didn’t have much of an option, however, as Terry had phoned him to let him know Micah had managed to remove his null cuff and used his powers on Aaron. The latter part was what annoyed Warren more than anything else. None of the mutants at the Mansion should be using their abilities on another, unless it was in training. Even then, limits had to be set. He had quite a long car drive to stew over the whole situation and to consider how to deal with it. Obviously he was aware that there was no doubt a reason why Micah had done what he had done, and he needed to find out what that was, whether he got it from the student himself or from Terry. Warren very much doubted, however, that it would excuse what he had done to Aaron, or how he had acted in general, and a suitable punishment would have to be thought up. It rankled at him that Micah had gone to such lengths to leave the school and had defied an important lesson they tried to instill in every student at the Mansion. After finding a parking space at the airport, Warren retrieved his cell from the pocket of his coat as he walked towards the terminal, pulling up Terry’s number. “I’m here, Terry, where are you?” Warren asked, confident that she would have Micah with her. Once she relayed her location to him, Warren hung up and made his way through the crowds. He kept his wings tucked tightly around his body so that he didn’t accidentally slice into someone. Another reason he hated airports; they were always crowded and if he wasn’t being stared at, someone was trying to take a photograph in the hope that he did something which could be sold to the nearest gossip magazine or website. The crowd thankfully thinned out by the time he reached the lounge Terry had informed him she was in. Focusing on the two familiar figures seated in the corner, Warren strode across the room to stand in front of them, doing his best to keep his anger under control. Rather than shouting and screaming, his temper tended to run cold and hard on the rare occasions he was truly angry. His attention went to Terry first. “Thank you for your help, Theresa.” His tone was formal, voice controlled as he turned his attention to Micah. “Before you say a word, we are not going to talk about this here.” Warren stated, firmly. “I’m going to take you back to the school and we’re going to discuss it there.” He wasn’t about to give Micah an option or the space to protest. “Let’s go before either of us starts attracting too much attention.” He gestured for Micah to get up, before moving with him, directing him towards the car. |
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| Siryn | Apr 30 2014, 09:21 PM Post #12 |
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Siryn’s jaw set on edge when he said he hadn’t even spoken for a week once he had put it on. She had been nulled plenty, but she had also briefly been unable to speak, after she had been pulled back from being one of the ‘Dark X-men’. A part of her wanted to shake the kid - kid. Again, it was hard to forget that he was only a couple of years younger than her and she felt about ten years his senior as they sat there. But at the same time, it was that feeling that softened her anger. When she was sixteen, she had been an utter pig, then life had taught her some really, really hard lessons. “Well if yer don’t practise of course yer going ter sound like a dyin cat,” rolling her sea coloured eyes, she gave a light shake of her head, an idea already forming in her head. Siryn was no teacher, she already had plenty of work on campus, but she had a very specific powerset. Maybe she could help here. She was also a pretty good singer, even without her powers it had always come pretty natural to her as it just seemed to run in the family. Even Tom had had a pretty good pair of lungs on him, not that he’d want her to go around telling that. “Just like yer did ter Aaron,” she agreed, saying the words a little firmly to make sure it had all hammered home. Then for a while they were mostly silent until Warren turned up and as soon as he called her Theresa, she knew this was serious business on his end, not that it would be anything else of course. Nudging him meaningfully as Warren spoke, Terry stood up, keeping an eye out around them for any sign of too much interest. Maybe it was quite cruel, but she fully intended to let Micah squirm for the whole ride back to the Institute in Archangel’s company, after all she had her own vehicle to return to the school grounds and she did not want to waste the rest of her day by going back and forth to claim it. Taking another look around, she nodded to Warren. “I’ll see you back there. I need ter check on Aaron as well, but if yer want, I can call in…” she left the offer there and nodded again, touching his arm briefly. Warren knew her better than almost anyone at the school, as she’d worked closely for a long time with him and been his shadow when they had lived in the city. He was also well versed with her powerset. “I’ll see you later.” Siryn grinned at Micah as she went to leave, making her words as good as a threat. Oh, was he ever in for it... |
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| Charm | May 28 2014, 03:42 AM Post #13 |
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Although she had not lost her temper, Terry was not exactly offering Micah sympathy, and he could hardly blame her. With every passing moment the situation just seemed worse and worse, and had Micah bothered to consider his own actions for this length before he could have probably prevented it all. It was too little too late, unfortunately, as Mr. Worthington had already arrived, picking his way among the airport patrons in a beeline directly to them. Pre-emptively ready to defend his actions, Micah sharply stood, waiting until Warren was closer to speak. Perhaps sensing his defensive stance, the older man cut him off with a few clipped commands to get his things and they were absolutely not discussing anything right now. "But Mr. Worthingto--oh!" the young man suddenly slapped a metal hand over his own mouth, his fingers clicking against his lips. Micah's iridescent eyes went wide with momentary horror as he realized what he might have done, but his expression relaxed as he recalled it would take more than three words to exert a vocal influence. Unfortunately his face feel further still, as Warren's mere presence was an indicator of just how much trouble he was in. Withdrawing his hand, Micah shifted uncomfortably in place, unsure of how to express himself without words, instead offering the winged man an apologetic face coupled with a shrug, as though this might smooth things over. It didn't, and he gulped beneath his headmaster's cool stare, knowing that there was fury flickering just behind it as Warren suggested that they leave before they drew any unwanted attention to themselves. "Aye, sir...," Micah mumbled out meekly, firmly shutting his mouth afterwards to remind himself that his abilities could still work on Mr. Worthington. He shuffled his backpack into his hands once more and slung it over his shoulder, watching dejectedly as Terry left to attend to other matters--leaving him alone with the headmaster for a very awkward hour and a half drive home. Ach, this'll be worse than the time mum had ter pick me up in just m'underpants off Niddry Street.. [end] |
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