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| Topic Started: Feb 8 2014, 07:03 AM (701 Views) | |
| Blink | Feb 8 2014, 07:03 AM Post #1 |
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Date: February 7th, 2014 Time: 9:30 A.M. Location: School Grounds The birds were chirping. The sun was out. It was a beautiful day outside...except for the freezing temperature and all the snow everywhere. Clarice was typically fine with the winter weather, but it seemed as if in New York it hardly ever went away. Back in Florida or even Cartusia, the island she was born on, there was never really cold weather. It was always tropical and warm for the most part. So her first winter in New York was very hard on her. You would think that after almost five years of this weather, she would be adjusted to it. She hadn’t really, although it wasn’t as tough on her as it was before. But this morning, the pink-skinned girl wasn’t going to let Mother Nature get the best of her. For the first fourteen years of her life, Clarice had been cooped up inside most of the time. Ever since then, she’d never enjoyed not being able to go outside freely. The institute had offered her that freedom. She hadn’t been out recently due to the temperature, but today, she wouldn’t put up with it. She was going to go outside, no matter how cold it was. She was dressed in a lime green t-shirt and black tights, covered by a lime green windbreaker and a black pair of ‘skinny sweats’. Two pairs of ankle-high socks and a pair of Nikes covered her feet. Her ears were covered with black ear muffs while wearing a beanie over that. A black scarf was tucked into her jacket and black gloves kept her hands warm. The girl was more than ready for what was soon to come. After eating a package of almonds from the cafetorium, Blink made her way outside. She exited the warm indoors from the main entrance of the institute. She walked down the steps, taking in the beautiful white view. Although the weather was harsh, the snow still was beautiful. Clarice proceeded down the sidewalk, her pace slowly changing from a walk to a jog. The concrete paths had been cleared of snow and ice for easy access around the grounds, thankfully. The girl decided it might be nice to just follow the pathway, circling around the school grounds. |
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| Eric Gitter | Mar 9 2014, 08:24 PM Post #2 |
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Snow. Eric wasn't very fond of snow, but it was New York, and he dealt with it as accordingly as possible. Eventually, he'd be able to relocate once again, but for now, with the Guild and keeping an eye on the few actual friends he still had, he was stuck here. With the new Guild forming, and those involved having to pass a trial, Eric had told Remy that while they were somewhat pulling the strings, he felt they both should have to go through a trial just like all of the others. It was a statement that intrigued Remy Lebeau and gained a lot of respect from the man for Eric Gitter. Having recently undergone some telepathic training with Alix, Eric wanted to push the mold on his trial. He wanted to go above and beyond what might have been required. What was his choosing? He wanted to steal something from Xavier's School. This would have been an extremely difficult task, but Ink was more than ready to take the challenge. However, Remy shot the idea down. “Mon ami, I admire your desire, but I don’ see dat as goin’ well. E’en wit’ de trainin’ you been doin’ with Alix, the Professor would know sometin’ was up, an’ we don’ want dat.” Eric would have to choose something different, but for now, he wanted to get out during the daytime and go for a run. He hadn’t done that sort of thing in a long time, so this was about to be refreshing regardless of the snow, the ice, the cold. He grabbed a jail-broken iPod Thebe had given him recently. Social Distortion, The Clash, Rancid, Street Dogs, Flogging Molly, Dropkick Murphys, Bad Religion, Volbeat, Pennywise, and other bands on his playlists. He pulled up ‘I’m Shipping Up to Boston’ just before climbing out of a manhole cover in the Morlock Tunnels. Eric ran for a little while and his run brought him close to the school. Part of him wanted to still go through with his plans, and the other part said he needed to leave it be. He met somewhere in the middle of it and brought his run right next to the school’s gates. He stopped for a breather outside the gates. By now, he had gone through a lot of his playlist, and he needed to find something on it to bring his mood up. Whatever that was going to be, he’d take his time on. He wasn’t in any hurry. |
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| Blink | Apr 10 2014, 06:50 AM Post #3 |
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Her form was precise, her breathing was good, and her pace was great. These three factors allowed Clarice to continuously jog around one of the school’s trails without stopping for about seventeen minutes. No, Clarice wasn’t super strong or anything, but endurance was one of her best skills. But by now, she really needed a break. Typically, she could go a bit longer, but this cold weather was really having an effect on her. Slowing her pace down, Blink went into a cool-down mode, beginning to walk. She had stopped fairly close to the institute’s main entrance. It was as the girl rounded the path and the gate came into site that she noticed the strange man on the other side. Clarice stopped walking entirely, examining the man. He was rather scary looking, she being able to make out what appeared to be tattoos on his body. At the same time, he looked the slightest bit familiar. What is he doing? Why is he just stopped there? the young teleporter thought to herself. Should I approach or wait for him to leave? What if he’s an anti-mutantist? The man became even more frightening just thinking about it. Approaching would be the brave thing to do, and that’s exactly what she decided on. Just to be safe, Clarice generated one of her javelins, hiding it behind her back, held close to her body by the waistband of her pants. If anything crazy went down, she could just send him somewhere else. That probably wouldn’t be the mature thing to do, but oh well. As she prepared to continue on, she whispered under her breath " Okay Clarice, you can do this. He’s probably just curious. Stay calm." Trying to look as normal as possible, Blink walked at a normal pace around the trail, approaching the gate. “Uhm, hello there. Can I help you with something?” She called out to the stranger, preparing for practically anything. As she got closer, the man seemed slightly more familiar. As to why, she had no clue. |
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| Eric Gitter | Apr 13 2014, 06:18 AM Post #4 |
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Eric stood there breathing heavily, his back to the school at first. It had been some time since he was last at Xavier's, and looking it over, he could see himself walking the grounds with his former teammates. And then he could see himself arguing with Logan several times over joining the main squad of X-Men. Logan had always told Eric that he wasn't ready to take that step. Eric, however, had felt he was more than ready. But that was all behind him now, and here he was, standing outside the gates of yesterday. Was this fate? Had everything come full circle for Eric Gitter? He didn't know exactly, however, he knew that the Morlocks were gone and scattered all over. The Morlocks had become his new family, and just like that, they were gone. It was becoming a vicious cycle, but somehow, he'd endure just like he always had. One could only wonder if it were only a matter of time until he finally cracked. Eric took a deep breath and shook it all from his mind as he heard someone's voice on the other side of the gate. "Uhm, hello there. Can I help you with something?", the gal said. Eric turned around facing her. "Well, shit.", he thought to himself as he pulled the earbuds out out. "Sorry, did you say somethin'?", his breathing had slowed down as he had a few moments to regain himself by now. He wiped his brow of sweat from the run. "Wouldn't happen to have a spare bottle of water on ya, would ya? Shouldn't have went for a run without one, but didn't think I was goin' to be out this long." He checked the time on his iPod. 9:30? He had been out running for over an hour now. It was no wonder as to why he was breathing so heavily. Eric had never pushed himself that far before, but it was easy to forget about the time and get lost in your thoughts while on a run. Especially for someone with a lot to think about. He stood on the opposite side of the gate from the girl and leaned against it, his hand just in front of his forehead holding himself in place. She looked at him like she knew him, but he would have remembered seeing someone like her before with her skin the color it was, and her hair a wild color too. He played it cool and didn't want to look suspicious, even if he wasn't doing anything wrong, and probably wouldn't be shied away from the school, but still, he kept himself calm. He didn't want to freak the girl out or anything. |
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| Blink | May 8 2014, 06:53 AM Post #5 |
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“Wouldn’t happen to have a spare bottle of water on ya, would ya? Shouldn’t have went for a run without one, but I didn’t think I was goin’ to be out this long.” “I didn’t even bring one myself, sorry. If you really need one, I could check and see if we have any inside…” she replied, studying the man as she spoke. Realizing exactly what she had just told him made her question herself. Was she allowed to do that, give a stranger something from the school’s kitchen? Should she even be out her speaking with the man? The school technically ‘welcomed all’, so being a little hospitable to a guest couldn’t get her into any trouble, right? Of all the places to stop jogging, he picked the gate of the institute. The driveway was somewhat isolated, no other homes along it. So did he venture all the way up here intentionally, was he lost, or was he just going wherever his mind took him? Either way, she was curious to find out. “So were you here to visit somebody or just checking the place out?” she asked. As she waited for a reply, she went on and continued examining his features. His tattoos were definitely interesting, to say the least. He seemed to have quite a few of them, but they were all so random. Did they happen to be symbolic to him or something? Curiosity was really hitting her here. |
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| Eric Gitter | Jun 8 2014, 04:27 AM Post #6 |
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"I didn't even bring one myself, sorry. If you really need one, I could check and see if we have any inside..." "Nah. Don't worry about it. No sense in interrupting your run, right, girl?" Eric's heavy breathing slowly returned to normal. He couldn't help but notice that she was looking him over. And then he took notice that she seemed to be conflicted with something. She thought way outloud way to much. She didn't have to say anything, and he didn't need to use his telepathy to know that. "You alright? You look a little confused. Forget what you were going to do later or something? Happens to the best of us, y'know?" Eric did what he could to derail any negative thoughts she was having at the moment. The last thing he needed was for someone to realize he used to be a part of the school. He knew he was taking a huge risk stopping out in front of it, but he had to make the stop. Even if it was to just simply reflect on things. "So were you here to visit somebody or just checking the place out?", she asked him. He shook his head. "Nah. Just stopped to catch my breath, that's all." He was hoping like all hell that she couldn't have possibly been at the school at the same time as him. He'd have remembered her, but if she was, she was probably starting to piece things together about him by now. She was looking him over more and more. Probably was looking over his tattoos since he had carelessly taken off his hoodie earlier in their thus far short conversation to wipe the sweat off of his face. She was getting those 'I'm curious as fuck' looks on her face, and that wasn't good. No doubt in Eric's mind, her next questions was going to be about the tattoos, and he was going to have to come up with a story for each of them. |
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| Blink | Jun 22 2014, 03:47 AM Post #7 |
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"Nah. Don't worry about it. No sense in interrupting your run, right, girl?" Clarice almost started to correct the man by giving him her name, but then realized how much of a mistake that could be. He seemed somewhat conservative. Who knew where he was from or if really was just merely ‘catching his breath’? “I guess not.” She mildly stated. The truth of the matter was, it would really only take her less than thirty seconds to get him a bottle of water. If the man were an anti-mutanist, using her powers in front of him would probably not be the best of ideas. Although if he had bad intentions in mind, he probably would have acted on them at just seeing the girl was pink. The man took his hoody off to wipe sweat from his body, revealing the many tattoos on his body. They were rather fascinating and peaked Blink’s interest. Yes, tattoos seemed pretty cool. In fact, some thought that the dark pink markings on the girl’s face were tattoos before she informed them otherwise. One thing she didn’t get though was what was the appeal in getting so many of them? She studied each one; the lightning bolts on the sides of his head, an odd biohazard symbol on his palm, and quite a few others. Clarice just had to get the scoop on them. “Your tattoos…is that just some fetish you’re into or do they mean something?” She asked curiously. His presence brought back rumors of a man with a mutant gift related to tattoos, him leaving the institute or something like that. That was several years ago; water under the bridge. A countless number of people had tattoos, so the odds of it being him were probably rather slim. |
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| Eric Gitter | Jul 17 2014, 04:00 AM Post #8 |
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"I guess not." She seemed a bit too nice, but maybe that was just her nature. However, surely Scott or any of the other faculty members had taught her to be careful in whom she talked to, especially with what appeared to be that her mutation was a physical one. "Not every day that I see someone with a physical mutation anymore. Especially out this way." He was making small talk for the time being. He figured he might as well make use of this stop and see what's going on inside the school. Make himself seem like a friendly, even though he was...for the most part, but he couldn't risk exposing himself to her or anybody else. He had been forcing himself, up until this point, to not read her mind. A task that was all too difficult for him at the present time. Her mind seemed to run wild with thoughts, but he did his best to suppress his telepathy. He did, however, take a note that she was now looking at his tattoos. Taking off the hoody was a bad idea, but he need something to wipe the sweat that was dripping off of him from the run. And then she asked about them "Your tattoos...is that just some fetish you're into or do they mean something?" she had asked him. The question made Eric lose just a moment of control of his telepathy and he caught a memory of students passing around the rumors of a tattooed mutant whose powers were directly related to his abilities. Though the thought had crossed the girl's mind, she had apparently cast it away with it being too much of a coincidence to be accurate. This was a good thing, for he couldn't allow anyone at the school to know that he had been there. The Guild could be jeopardized by that, and that was the last thing he wanted. "Just a thing. Liked the idea of getting ones that just didn't have any relation to each other or anythin'. Know what I mean?" He would stretch their conversation a bit further than where it was, trying to draw it away from the focus upon his tattoos and more-so information about the current school situation. "Not many of ya's out here this morning. That a normal thing? Everyone too afraid to come out front so they hidin' in the back? People should accept that you're here and there's nothin' wrong with it, y'know, girl? Mutants and humans, they can live to coexist if everyone got onboard, but too many of the bads on both sides make it nearly impossible. What all do they teach you in there? 'How to deal with random assholes who hate mutants 101' and shit like that?" he pulled out a Marlboro red and a lighter. Smoking wasn't the best thing to do after a run, but he didn't really care. Besides, he had swiped this pack off of a guy that was dying of lung cancer anyway. He lit the cigarette and took a drag off of it, exhaling as he put his hoody back on and leaned against the rails of the perimeter just simply waiting like he had nothing better to do. |
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| Blink | Jul 23 2014, 07:49 AM Post #9 |
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"Not every day that I see someone with a physical mutation anymore. Especially out this way." Anymore? Out this way? What exactly did he mean by that? This statement caught the girl off guard. This man was suspicious, and yet intriguing all at once. She wanted to figure out just what he meant by his referring to the area and physical mutations. "Oh, so you've been here before?" She tried to sound as innocent as possible, not wanting to make her suspicion obvious. If he had been here before, did that mean he himself was a mutant? Could he be the one she'd heard rumors of so many years ago? Odder coincidences have come about, so it was possible. "Just a thing. Liked the idea of getting ones that just didn't have any relation to each other or anythin'. Know what I mean?" "Yeah, they definitely don’t look related." She forced a grin. Her hand began to sweat, caused by the tense situation she was in. Her grip around the javelin she held was very tight, ready to send it flying at any second if this man attempted anything unordinary. As odd as he was acting, it would be unwise to let her guard down; she needed to be ready for anything. Then came the real shocking part."Not many of ya's out here this morning. That a normal thing? Everyone too afraid to come out front so they hidin' in the back? People should accept that you're here and there's nothin' wrong with it, y'know, girl? Mutants and humans, they can live to coexist if everyone got onboard, but too many of the bads on both sides make it nearly impossible. What all do they teach you in there? 'How to deal with random assholes who hate mutants 101' and shit like that?" The pink-skinned girl stood speechless, looking the man right in the eye. What sort of questions were these? Was he a spy? Or was he just curious? Clarice had no idea what to say, or even do at this point. Confused and leery thoughts coursed through her head. Teleporting inside and locating a teacher sounded nice, but whether or not it was necessary was the question. Instead, she would do her best to remain calm and deal with it herself. Becoming a member of the Legacy Squad involved handling situations like this, and though she was not yet a member, it would make for good practice. Mustering her thoughts together, she replied. "I think the temperature has most inside. There's usually more around. Some are scared, but get over it soon enough. When I first arrived I myself was like that. My parents kept me inside most of my life, so once I got here, that mindset of staying concealed from the world stuck with me. But I obviously overcame that. And yes, they could. Some are slow to adjust, but with time, hopefully we'll get to see a peaceful world shared by both species. No, we don't have classes like that. There are typical educational classes, but the school specializes in helping mutants control their abilities and teaching them to use them for good." He was getting all the information on her and the school, now it was her turn. "So what about you? You seem familiar with the mutant concept and the struggles we face. Do you have a friend who is one or something?" |
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| Eric Gitter | Aug 24 2014, 04:50 AM Post #10 |
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"Oh, so you've been here before?" They were teaching some good skills at the institute. Either that, or she was just genuinely curious as to him being their before. However, he could cut through the innocent act that she was giving off and tell that she was getting suspicious of him. Eric took another drag off of his cigarette, holding it in a little longer before exhaling. He watched as people walked by, some of them looking at him, some of them not looking at either of them, and some gawking at the girl with the odd colored hair and skin tone. "Been here before? I've been by here a few times. I did say that I don't normally go on my runs out this far, but I have a time or two. Or three." "What the fuck are you looking at?!", Eric asked the people gawking. Almost all of them turned their heads away, but a few of them gave him dirty looks. "Yeah, keep fuckin' walking, jack-ass," he would say to one that kept looking for a little too long after his initial comments to them. "Yeah, they definitely don't look related." She had been forcing a grin that he wouldn't see unless he was facing her. He figured he probably should turn around and look at her for at least a second when he responded. "Just random bullshit," he said when he looked back at her, taking note that she seemed a bit tense. "You okay, chicka?" She seemed like she was trying to collect her thoughts at the same time. Maybe she was onto him, or maybe it was a little much for her to be asked that much at one time by a guy she had never met before. He could get the answers from her if he wanted to, but he still forced himself not to use his telepathy. Invading her mind would set off the other telepaths in the school. He knew that, and it wasn't something he wanted to deal with at the moment. "I think the temperature has most inside. There's usually more around. Some are scared, but get over it soon enough. When I first arrived, I, myself, was like that. My parents kept me inside most of my life, so once I got here, that mindset of staying concealed from the world stuck with me. But I obviously overcame that." He shook his head. She was kept locked away while his parents tried to forcefully parade him around and turn them into something he wasn't. It was a strange world they lived in. She was pretty, he was rebelious and not even close to the whole 'Hey, I'm rich, bitch' thing. "Oh, what a tangled world we live in, yeah? So what's yer name? Parents name ye' Fuschia or some shit like that because of your skin?" "Yes, they could. Some are slow to adjust but with time, hopefully we'll get to see a peaceful world shared by both species. No, we don't have classes like that. There are typical educational classes, but the school specializes in helping mutants control their abilities and teaching them to use them for good." She sounded like a walking posterchild for the school. The peaceful world schtick was clearly the Professor and their was a little bit of Dr. McCoy coming from her too. She was either brainwashed, or she believed in the Professor and his dream enough to memorize damn near everything about it. Eric respected the Professor, but the school wasn't him back then. Part of him thought about returning recently, but he couldn't do that. He wouldn't do it. It would mean giving up, admitting he was defeated, and that wasn't something that Eric Gitter would ever do. "A peaceful world between humans and mutants? That'd be nice, wouldn't it? I don't think it'll happen in our lifetime though. Too much hatred between the two. Not enough working together, but y'know, fuck the man. Fuck the police. Fuck everything. Just got live until we die, y'know? Whether that's today, or tomorrow, or the next day. Gotta live life like tomorrow is gonna come and take you away, or that tomorrow won't ever come." He sounded like a prophet. Like he knew what he was talking about. Like he knew what kind of storm was brewing ahead. But he didn't. Eric Gitter couldn't tell you what was going to happen tomorrow. He could only hope for a better tomorrow. A better score tomorrow so he could keep on helping the Morlock friends that he still kept contact with. "I'll just say you're not the first mutant I've ever spoken to before and leave it at that. Don't really like letting people into that part of my territory, if y'know what I mean. Nothin' against you, just...reasons." He probably had made himself more suspicious in the process, but at this point, when it came to his friends, he kept quiet about them. Too much could go wrong if anyone knew who he was associated with...at any point. |
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| Blink | Oct 21 2014, 10:42 PM Post #11 |
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"Been here before? I've been by here a few times. I did say that I don't normally go on my runs out this far, but I have a time or two. Or three." So, he had been there before. The girl could only help but wonder, had it really been on his ‘runs’ though? Did he really view the institute as something worth running by every now and then just for fun or exercise? Or did the place have some form of sentimental grip on him? This man was beyond suspicious. Every word that left his mouth just pushed the thought of this guy being a normal human citizen out on his early morning run. To the teleporter's surprise, a few other unfamiliar faces had shown up on the other side of the gate; just people passing by. Was this place a hot spot for sight seeing this morning or what? Out of nowhere, a harsh tone erupted from the tattooed man. "What the fuck are you looking at?!" Clarice grew tense, a look of judgment and disapproval taking to her face. "Yeah, keep fuckin' walking, jack-ass," She found his actions to be rather unnecessary and rude. What if that had been a struggled mutant, curious of the school and those inside? He probably would have been pretty upset to get that sort of treatment. Clarice didn't even care if anyone had been staring at her. Yes, she still wore an image inducer outside of the school and such. But that wasn't because she was scared of what people might say or what some may think of her. It was more of what people would do to her. Not all were friendly towards the mutant race. Being physically mutated, she was literally a walking target to any Anti-Mutantists. Once the man had run the audience off, he asked if she was alright. Truthfully, she just slightly nervous, just a little bit frightened by his sudden rashness. However, her growing curiosity held her together. "Never been better." She stated, a blank tone in her voice. She went on to answer his question about the others, then throwing in a bit of her history and the reasoning behind it. The man shook his head several times before speaking up. "Oh, what a tangled world we live in, yeah? So what's yer name? Parents name ye' Fuschia or some shit like that because of your skin?" Of course, of all the questions he could have asked right about now, it had to be the one she'd avoided just a minute or two ago. She really didn't care to give her name out, to this man of all people. On the other hand, what were the odds she'd ever see him again? "Clarice..." she replied, her voice very skeptical sounding. "And what might yours be?" Clarice knew she sounded very formal, as if the many lectures and lessons she'd heard were playing repeatedly in her head and projecting out of her mouth as if she were some sort of tape recorder. This school had literally changed her life for the better. Had she not been saved, her life would most likely be a living hell. At the institute, she had been accepted. She had been taught. She was given protection. Of course, then, she was going to speak of the school with the highest of regards. That was especially true if in the case of she speaking with a new mutant. The world really was a twisted place; cruel and confusing to many. Mutants lived with that cruelty and confusion more often than not. Being at the institute took the majority of that unbearable load off of one's shoulders; everyone deserved to have that. "A peaceful world between humans and mutants? That'd be nice, wouldn't it? I don't think it'll happen in our lifetime though. Too much hatred between the two. Not enough working together, but y'know, fuck the man. Fuck the police. Fuck everything. Just got live until we die, y'know? Whether that's today, or tomorrow, or the next day. Gotta live life like tomorrow is gonna come and take you away, or that tomorrow won't ever come." Clarice thought a moment, processing the man's words. "Well... yes, that would be nice. And you're right, it could not come for many, many years. But, in the meantime we can do anything to better the future for the two. I believe that by doing our best to set a good example and yet live our lives like tomorrow is our last, we could make a lasting impression for the greater good... if that makes any sense." The man went back to being suspicious. "I'll just say you're not the first mutant I've ever spoken to before and leave it at that. Don't really like letting people into that part of my territory, if y'know what I mean. Nothin' against you, just...reasons." "Mhm... I understand... sorta." A question kept poking at her mind throughout the entire conversation. She had partially asked it once before, but didn't seem to be clear. "Are you a mutant?" She asked quizzically. |
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Jessica snatched off her gloves in frustration as her cab trailed down the road that led to Xavier's Institute. She had to be the worst precog ever. It was often a joke her friends would make to tease her, but sometimes she guessed it to be true. Of all people to be racing on her school commute on a day that the professor sent an email out, canceling classes, it was her. How come she didn’t see this coming? Her fingers glided across her cell phone's touch screen, making a very affected facebook status so that she could share those frustrations with all her friends. “OMFG, OMFG,” She typed three types to further punctuate her message before finally submitting it into cyberspace. It didn’t even matter to her that 95% of her friends wouldn’t fully understand her frustrations. Only her mutant friends knew that she was a mutant herself, but any college student who commuted could likely understand the inconvenience. The car pulled up outside of her home, the Institute that she now lived, and she readied the necessary cash in her fist for the driver. Cash that she couldn’t believe she’d wasted. She needed a job, she was spending way too much time pinching pennies. She regretfully handed the man his fares and turned without so much as a proper goodbye. At least she tipped well; she wasn't so pleased that he didn't seem to empathize for her plight. Jessica was walking up to the sidewalk when she saw the hooded figure facing the school. From where she stood, she couldn't make out who it is but she wasn't particularly accustomed to people pressing their faces against the fence and found herself immediately tense. She was on guard. Talking to the man she saw the unmistakable fuscia skin of fellow resident, Blink. From her angle, she was able to see a hint of color at her back as well, a javelin hidden behind. Still, Jessica played it all cool. She walked with a cautious mind to the front of the Institute, making brief eye contact with her fellow mutant, and deliberately bumping into the hooded figure. "Oh sorry," she said, as her bag dropped. The mace that she carried in it, however was now clenched in her fist at the ready. She looked between the two of them, trying to catch a look of his face as she crouched down and pretending to pick up her purse. No sense of danger was broadcasted, so she was sure that was ok.... Then again, she wasn't too trusting in her abilities at the moment. "Just passing by, didn't mean to bump into you like that." |
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| Eric Gitter | Nov 2 2014, 10:34 PM Post #13 |
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He had finished his smoke and immediately went to light another one up. All of this standing around and talking this close to the mansion made him a little nervous. He had never been remotely close to nervousness on a job, but right now, in this moment, he was as nervous as nervous could be. Smoking helped in keeping the obvious signs of it down. He didn't puff on the smoke like it was going out of style. He took his time, savoring every drag he took. "Never been better., she responded with absolutely no real tone after he asked if she was alright. She was handling herself well. He had put her under pressure a few times and still hadn't lost her cool. It was a good thing. He knew that the school had seen a lot of suffering in recent years. So much pain, despair, and through it all, the school was still working towards a better tomorrow. It was only a matter of time before things went haywire again. There was also a new threat around the corner. And with that threat, heroes would rise. Heroes new, heroes of old, and heroes of tomorrow, all fighting for the same cause. Some would fight no matter what the cost, and others would fight because they had no other choice. Whatever was around the corner, they would all fight. He nodded to her statement and took another drag from his Marlboro Red. Exhaling, he listened to her, and then she answered his question. "Clarice...". She said her name was 'Clarice'. He wondered how many times more than not that she had been hit with a 'Well...hello, Clarice...' in a Hannibal Lecter sort of way. He steered away from it as she asked what his name was. He went to his 'go-to' name. The name he used when he checked in to see Leon's nephew. "Robin," he simply responded before moving onto his next statement about a peaceful world. A moment or two, or three, went by, and then she finally responded. "Well...yes, that would be nice. And you're right, it could not come for many, many years. But, in the meantime, we can do anything to better the future for the two. I believe that by doing our best to set a good example and yet live our lives like tomorrow is our last, we could make a lasting impression for the greater good... if that makes any sense." More of the Professor's words coming out of her mouth. She paid attention. She truly believed in the Professor's work. She was a good kid. Far different from himself, but somewhere even inside of Eric, there was a good man. It was evident in his willingness to help his Morlock friends. "Yeah, it makes sense. Shame everyone don' think like that, yeah?" Another drag, and more time going by. He had to get back to the Guild soon, but running wouldn't be his mode of transportation. "You know what happens to a good man that's lost everything?" He asked her almost as if he knew she wouldn't expect his next statement. "When a man's heart is full of deceit, it burns up. It dies. A dark shadow falls over his soul, and from the ashes of a once great person rises up a cursed, tormented man...void of his former self. I believe that's what happens to those fighting against what you and I believe in." He smiled lightly and looked her directly in the eye. "But...wrongs must be righted. Often times, the scared, the weak, the powerless, they look to the skies for vindication. They look for someone, something, to strike fear into the black hearts of those that have wronged them. And often times, that vindication never comes." More cryptic stuff from Eric, but he felt that she was smart enough to figure out what he was saying. "Are you a mutant?" And there it was. The question he was waiting on. It was inevitable with everything he had been spewing to her. He most definitely wasn't a mutant. He was something different. If anything, he was an avatar. A conduit. Nothing more, nothing less, and slowly, ever so slowly, he was beginning to get used to it. "Me? A mutant? No, chicka. I'm not a mutant." It was the only response he would give to her on the matter. He was NOT a mutant. The day he found out that he wasn't, it devastated him after believing for so long that he were indeed one. Now, he was coming to terms...for the most part. A few seconds later, a taxi cab pulled up just behind where Eric had been standing. He pulled a pair of black, isolated, leather gloves out of his pocket and put them on as if his hands were getting cold. He held the Red in his mouth as he did so, and then took a final drag off of it. He flicked it onto the ground and stepped on the smoke to make sure it went out. He was then bumped into and the sound of a bag dropping in an unnatural manner came. "Oh, sorry." He turned slowly and knelt down, hiding his face while utilizing the over-sized hood. "Here, let me get that." He helped her collect her things and put them in the bag for her. "Just passing by, didn't mean to bump into you like that." He shrugged as he stood up and turned back to Clarice. "No problem. Shit happens," he said as he remembered the girl's face from his time at Xavier's. "Great, Jessica Vale...Need to get out of here, Gitter. She'll run and tell everyone you're back quicker than shit....," he thought to himself. "Clarice, how about that water, girlie? Two smokes on the run, the run itself, and two more when I got here...Imma need somethin' for the road." He smiled at her with the request and hoped like hell she would go in and get it so he could have time to explain things to Jessica if she recognized him. IF she recognized him. |
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All while smoking his cigarettes, the man began to answer the girl’s questions one by one. It began with a reply to her thoughts on the future of society. However, this response was an odd one to say the least. "You know what happens to a good man that's lost everything?" What sort of question was this and in what way did it relate to any part of the previous conversations they’d just had. With her eyebrows scrunching down a bit, primarily out of mere confusion, she stood staring at him. Before she could even reply, he continued. "When a man's heart is full of deceit, it burns up. It dies. A dark shadow falls over his soul, and from the ashes of a once great person rises up a cursed, tormented man...void of his former self. I believe that's what happens to those fighting against what you and I believe in. But...wrongs must be righted. Often times, the scared, the weak, the powerless, they look to the skies for vindication. They look for someone, something, to strike fear into the black hearts of those that have wronged them. And often times, that vindication never comes." ‘Robin’ was quite knowledgeable and held pride in his beliefs; that much was evident in the way he spoke. He had this boldness and strength behind his voice that made it clear he believed everything he was saying. Clarice recognized this, but was still baffled by his extensive statement. Yes, the scared, weak, and powerless often looked for those who could save them from the tragedies of this word. Robin and the teleporter both agreed on this. However, his last sentence was where their thoughts differed. Heroes were evident in society, whether they be human or mutant. The Avengers, the Defenders, the X-Men: what were they? Heroes who put their abilities to the test as they protected this world, and they’re only a few of the groups. If this man believed that heroes didn’t exist, it was solely because he didn’t want to believe they did. It wasn’t but a few seconds after the tattooed stranger claimed he wasn’t a mutant that a taxi cab pulled up to the gate, none other than Jessica Vale, Network’s twin sister, hopping out of it. Clarice instantly made eye contact with her, thankful for her timing. The man, however, wouldn’t be able to see her staring, as the teleporter’s physical mutation had an effect on her eyes, causing them to appear pupil-less and completely lime green. The precog would definitely have her back, and maybe be able to help her get to get him on his way, or maybe even figure out who he was; he was both familiar and strange. That much she’d be able to figure out quickly. A smirk crept onto Blink’s face as Jessica ‘bumped’ into Robin, her purse and its contents scattering to the ground. Her mace just somehow managed to be the first thing she picked up. Robin had leaned down to help her, or else he would have seen the self-defense spray she gripped. As he picked the objects up, he called out to the girl on the other side of the gate. "Clarice, how about that water, girlie? Two smokes on the run, the run itself, and two more when I got here...Imma need somethin' for the road." “Sure…” the pink-skinned girl replied. Walking over out of sight, she used the javelin in her hand to teleport herself into the institute’s cafetorium. Although that wasn’t really allowed, she didn’t want to leave Jessica out there alone for too long. In a small refrigerator set atop of a line of counters aligned with snacks, she snagged a water bottle. With a ‘smack’ it closed, she teleporting away not a second later. Appearing in the same place she’d teleported from, the girl moved back towards the gate, holding the water bottle out through the iron bars. “Here you go.” While waiting on him to take it, she casually looked over at Jessica. |
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