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| Lunch Buddies; Colossus | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 29 2014, 01:26 PM (274 Views) | |
| Blink | Jan 29 2014, 01:26 PM Post #1 |
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Date: January 28, 2014 Time: 12:30 P.M. Location: Cafetorium Lunch time, one time of the day Clarice looked forward to. Not specifically for the food, but to be able to “socialize” with her “friends”. Okay, so she didn’t technically socialize. It was more like listening to conversations from a different table and voicing her own opinions in her head. And not everyone there was really her friend. She considered them all friends though, trying to disguise the fact that she didn’t really have many. Yes, she’s a wallflower, and she knew she was. It wasn’t something she was rather proud of either. Although recently she had been doing a bit better, after a talk with Mrs. Rahne Russell. Clarice stepped into the large Cafetorium. The voices of the large amount of people inside echoed throughout the room. She approached the line of students near the serving stations, grabbing a tray, plate, and silverware. She walked down the line, filling her plate with salad, cold pasta, a bread stick, and spaghetti. Clarice was rather pleased with today’s lunch, Italian food being one of her favorites. After grabbing a bottle of water, she took off to find a table. She located a table towards the back of the Cafetorium near the entrance. As she made her way over to the table, she smiled to those who happened to look her direction. At reaching the empty table, she set her tray down and sat down. She picked up her fork and gathered up some salad on it. As she chewed, she studied the room for familiar faces. They all were a bit familiar, but she kept an eye out for anyone she actually knew and was comfortable speaking with |
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| Colossus | Feb 3 2014, 01:44 AM Post #2 |
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Lunch time. Again. Piotr hadn't been looking good lately, like, for a while now. He had stopped really caring about let of the things in his daily routines. Food had taken a bland taste upon it, he'd stopped training, and his usually high and tight hair and clean shaven face looked more like a shaggy mass of hair and beard. The only time he even tried to groom it up nice was his time spent with his sister. And her own opinion seemed to be unanimous with most of his other fiends. A moping Piotr was not a fun person to look at or hang out with. But such was life, the moody Siberian felt. Lunch time. Time to once again grab a bite to eat and return to the monotony that was his job when not saving the world with organic osmium fists. He'd arrived a bit late it seemed, tables filled with children. Some of the mutants he knew, some he didnt, wether they were made by Scott and his Dark X-Men, or were part of the batch of Atlanteans brought to the school by Namor. None of his fellow school faculty were present,that he could see. Quietly, Piotr obtained spaghetti, garlic bread, and a small helping of lasagna, and turned to see where it was he could sit, considering that he'd blundered and came to eat in the height of lunch rush. He saw an opening at a table, one link girl sitting there alone, and while he wasn't in too much of a talkative mood, he sat his tray of food across the table from her. "Dobryy den', sestra rozovyy. The day is treating you well?" Words, they were just words, there was barely any inflection to hint that he had actually asked a question, and he'd started eating almost before the last syllable could float from his mouth to her ears. He probably came off as rude, thinking about it now, and while he didn't want to offend her, the steel soviet just continued chewing. Being depressed sucked. Hopefully it would end quite soon. |
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| Blink | Feb 5 2014, 11:26 PM Post #3 |
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Clarice was shocked at hearing a tray slide across from her. Someone was actually going to sit by her! She glanced up from her delicious Italian food, shocked at who exactly was across from her. “Mr. Rasputin…um, it hasn’t been too terribly bad. How’s yours been?” She replied. The young girl wasn’t completely aware of what was going on with Piotr, and didn’t think that her question might upset him. She ate another fork-full of spaghetti, wiping marinara sauce from her mouth with a napkin. As she ate, she discreetly looked across the table at Colossus. He didn’t appear to be doing well, obvious by his appearance. The once clean-shaven man was now a raggedy mammoth, or compared to what he was. The young girl began to think to herself. ‘Poor guy, maybe he just needs some encouragement? Yah, I’ll try that.’ She sat her eating utensils down and placed her hands and napkin in her lap before speaking. “So, have you been doing okay? I haven’t ever really known you that well, but you haven’t really bee yourself recently…” It was true, the she’d never really worked with him or anything, but from what she did know of him, this wasn’t his typical self. |
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| Colossus | Mar 18 2014, 02:46 AM Post #4 |
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“Mr. Rasputin… "Piotr." The large Russian quickly corrected. He never liked being called Mr. Rasputin. Especially so in an informal environment like the cafeteria. Also, he wasn't a teacher; he was just a guy who helped train the super strength kids who were above the actual teachers own range. "um, it hasn’t been too terribly bad. How’s yours been?” For a moment, there was no reply, as the oft-metal mutant debated with himself on punishing her for asking such a question by way of actually answering it truthfully. Nicety won out and he tried his best to smile. "Been great, juust great." That sounded as dead as he felt. She'd never buy that for a second. It didnt take long before he could see the truth in his inner narration come out in the way that, as she ate, she discreetly looked across the table at the Colossus himself. She placed her eating utensils on the table and looked at Piotr again. “So, have you been doing okay?" Dammit, here we go. She's gonna say that I'm not being myself, and I'm gonna tell her the truth. Dammit. "I haven’t ever really known you that well, but you haven’t really been yourself recently…” Piotr pushed his plate away, sighing as he settled his forehead into the palms of his hands. He really hasn't wanted to talk about it, but there was certainly no way of skirting around it now. "Well, to be honest, no. I haven't been myself lately. I got my sister back, but I don't know how to properly relate to her because I don't know what she's really gone through and she won't tell me for my sake." "Oh, and my girlfriend left me the week after the Illuminati were defeated because she didn't like feeling vulnerable, and I made her vulnerable. So I've got that going for me." |
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| Blink | May 3 2014, 03:51 AM Post #5 |
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“Piotr.” Given the short period of time it took him to correct Clarice, it was obvious he wasn’t comfortable with the title. Or maybe he did it because he was off duty. Either way, she was oblivious to the reason. “Oh… I’m sorry… Piotr.” Her reply was slow and a bit awkward, as she wasn’t sure really how to recover from the mistake. She glanced down, feeling almost ashamed of what she had just done. She wasn’t the best at socializing, so every wrong step she took only made her feel upset. Brushing it off, she focused her attention back to him. “Been great, juust great.” These words seemed all but truthful. If the way he spoke them didn’t give it away, the look in his eyes, his physical appearance, and his body language did. “That doesn’t sound very convincing at all.” Clarice looked at him with reassuring eyes, trying to make it known that she was there for him and wanted him to be open. It was a look she herself had gotten quite a few times before. Either the look or her next statement had worked, because he then spilled the truth. “Well, to be honest, no. I haven't been myself lately. I got my sister back, but I don't know how to properly relate to her because I don't know what she's really gone through and she won't tell me for my sake. Oh, and my girlfriend left me the week after the Illuminati were defeated because she didn't like feeling vulnerable, and I made her vulnerable. So I've got that going for me." The pink-skinned girl didn’t even know how to respond. Yes, he was very troubled; that was obvious. Never did she ever imagine that he was dealing with such a handful. The X-Man was in pain, and she hated to see that. At one point in time she had felt a similar pain, dealing with the loss of her family. Although she couldn’t relate entirely to his situation, she had received enough comfort in her own struggles to know how to help him. She stretched her left hand out, placing it on the side of his arm. “I… I’m sorry Piotr. I didn’t realize there was so much going on. We all have ups and downs in our lives. And it’s easy to see where exactly you are out of those two. But without valleys, there would be no peaks. Given time, things are going to get better, but you have to fight for that. Just slouching around and practically giving up won’t get you anywhere, and trust me, I know. I at one point had tried to do that. If I hadn’t gotten the support I had, well… I’m not sure I’d even be here at the institute.” She grinned at him, trying to be as comforting as possible. This was a first for her, so hopefully she wasn’t making a fool out of herself. “I know we aren’t that close, and if I noticed something was wrong, I know many others have too and probably have spoken to you about it. And I’m sure you’re tired of hearing this, but if you need anything, even just to talk, I’m here for you. I view everyone here as a family member, and families support each other." |
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| Colossus | May 10 2014, 04:10 PM Post #6 |
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“Oh… I’m sorry.” Her reply came slow and awkward, and Piotr could tell she felt she had made a mistake. She glanced down, and he tapped the table between them and gave her a reassuring smile when she looked back up at him. "Don't worry about it, ok? Mr. Rasputin was my father. though were he alive today, he would say that Mr. Rasputin was his father." he kept her gaze in his own and his smile softened into a pseudo-seriousness. "I just do not wish students to feel like they need to be formal around me. I'm not a teacher, and if I am acting teacher, I ask the trainees to call me Colossus during the sessions." She'd asked his well being, he'd answered, and he could tell that she was not going to believe him. “That doesn’t sound very convincing at all.” Disbelief confirmed, yep. So he unloaded on her. Almost as a way to make her regret pressing the issue, and while it did feel good to let it out, he felt instantly bad about giving a teenage girl more drama in one breath than she would have to deal with in a day. The pink-skinned girl didn’t even look like she knew how to respond. But she seemed determined to help and stretched her left hand out, placing it on the side of his arm. This girl was quick to take it upon herself to try and help someone she knew. A good trait to find in someone who's been dealing with such a horrible world lately. “I didn’t realize ... If I ... I’m sure you’re tired of hearing this, but if you need anything." Piotr nodded and smiled at her offer. In truth he really was tired of hearing it. Everybody wanted to make him feel better, it seemed. But Piotr didn't want to feel better, not really, not right now. He wanted to get this moping over and done with so that he'd never have to come back to it in those moments of silence at night. "So what about you? There has to be something going on with you, my little friend. Hopefully I'm not the most interesting thing of the day?" |
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| Blink | May 15 2014, 01:34 AM Post #7 |
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"So what about you? There has to be something going on with you, my little friend. Hopefully I'm not the most interesting thing of the day?" The young teleporter was shocked to her Piotr carry the conversation on. Before, conversations she’d have with others didn’t tend to last long, as she never could relate to them or didn’t have much to talk about. She felt overall brightened by his act. With as down as he seemed to be, she didn’t really expect him to talk much more. “Well…quite a bit has been going on actually. I’ve been training a bunch.” ‘A bunch’ didn’t really give her training hours justice. She tried to make it a point to train daily in order to reach her goals. She took her mutation seriously and realized that training with it on a daily basis kept it under control. When she was younger, she’d wake up in the front yard of her home, a stream of dried blood running down her nose. No way was she ever going to allow that to happen ever again. “Just a few days ago I got bumped up onto the Legacy Squad.” She’d finally reached her goal that she’d been working oh so hard to accomplish. Just saying it made her grin. Compared to where she was when she’d first arrived at the school, she has progressed quite a bit. After her first few teleportations as a young adolescent, she’d vowed to herself that she would never use her powers again. She didn’t like the feeling of teleporting or the thought of possibly hurting others, even herself. Now, she having the ability. Being on the Legacy Squad would allow her to use it in a way that benefited others. What more could she ask for? “And a few days ago I got to go to the Russell’s baby shower. Did you hear what they’re having?” She found the invitation to such an event very endearing. Never had she been to a baby shower before. Of all the people they could have invited, Clarice was one of them. She valued both Jack and Rahne, so being there for the gender reveal was a real treat. “Other than that, not much. As far as today goes-“ She thought for a moment, trying to remember if she had anything planned for later that evening. “Yah, you’re about it.” She said, grinning. |
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