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| An Un-Necessary Disruption; Tag: Micah, Blink, and Paige | |
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| Topic Started: Apr 26 2014, 06:11 AM (234 Views) | |
| Anole | Apr 26 2014, 06:11 AM Post #1 |
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Wednesday, 3:45 pm April 30, 2014 Location: The steps in front of the Empire State University Admissions building. Vic walked out of the doors to ESU's Admissions building. He was clearly upset. His skin had changed to a yellow tinged brown color. Yellow for stress, and the brown color indicating illness. He'd never been so heartbroken in all his life. When he looked up, he noticed people were taking quick glances at him. Sure he knew he was strange looking, but that had never been a problem before. Well, except for the Purifiers, but they didn't count. They were villains and tried to kill you, not keep you out of places. Of course Dean Lady Strickland was probably a Purifier the way she had acted. He made his way down the steps and promptly sat down on the bottom one, leaning his head against the hard cold stone of the granite wall making its way up along one side of the front steps. Tears began to work their way down his cheeks as he pulled out his phone to text Blink to pick him up. What would she think? He thought. She'd only dropped him off fifteen minutes ago. Vic laid down, propping his head up with the backpack he was wearing, and waited. He pulled out his phone and started play some asinine that had come with it. He didn't really care about it. But it was a distraction, and kept his mind off what had just happened. Still, he couldn't help thinking about it. The day had started so well. He'd gotten dressed up. Blink had offered to teleport him there, and how cool was that? He'd never been teleported before. Of course he did feel a little motion sickness when he'd gotten there. It was like crossing the Atlantic Ocean in a rowboat, only condensed down into just a second. Blink had told him to just text her when he wanted to be picked up, but he knew she thought it would have taken longer. Then she had left him there to go deal with Dean Lady Strickland himself. Who names their kid Lady? He had shaken his head at that. Hello, my name is Man. Sheesh! Vic had then headed up the stairs to his appointment only to be shot down in less than fifteen minutes. Which is why he was now sitting on the front steps completely upset. Please hurry, Blink. He implored, trying to will her there. |
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| Blink | May 16 2014, 05:49 AM Post #2 |
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“Nice arm!” Clarice exclaimed at Micah, the metal mutant who stood several yards away from her. They were outside the institute, participating in a game of mutant Frisbee, she have just catching the soaring disk. Things were beginning to warm up a bit there in New York, snow nowhere to be seen. It was an absolutely beautiful day, perfect for messing around outside. She wore her running shoes, black polyester capris with gray detailing along the edges, and a fitted gray shirt. This was perfect, given the temperature. “Alright, time to add a new twist. Are you ready for this?” She called out to Micah, holding the Frisbee in one hand and generating one of her crystal javelins in the other. “Awrite!” Micah whooped as his pink-skinned friend caught the frisbee that he had softly tossed to her, flashing Clarice a glittering grin and a thumbs up. It had taken far too long for the weather to warm up, not that temperature bothered Micah that much, but the fleshy people with whom he kept company were hardly keen on venturing outside when it meant eventually frozen fingers and toes. He was happy to readily accept the teleporter’s invitation to a game of frisbee on the institute lawn, but the sight of a crystal javelin materializing in the middle of their game made him nervous. “Ehm… what’re’ye gonna do with tha’? Yer better not try t’play ‘pin the metal lad’ while he catches the frisbee, luv—this is a new shirt!” he emphasized his concerns by tugging on the hem of his light blue v-neck and showing it off it with a cliche catalog model pose—his hands shoved into the pockets his dark jean trousers with a shrug and bitten lower lip. Micah broke stance after he felt he’d made his point, shaking his head and rubbing his cuffed hand through his wiry hair before flashing Clarice another smile,“Ach, better quit that afore yer fall fer my devilish good looks, ken?” Nonetheless, he pointed a finger at her in mock warning,”Naw, for true though, dinnae be pokin’ me with tha’ stick thing." She giggled, wishing she had her phone out to record the boy’s little fashion show. “We definitely wouldn’t want that to happen.” Clarice joked in regards to his comment about falling for his looks. “But don’t worry, I’m not going to rip your shirt. I just thought spicing things up a bit sounded good. You’ll have to keep your eyes peeled for this next catch, because the Frisbee could come from any direction.” This was a hint for him to expect the unexpected; to be alert. Holding the javelin in her left hand, and the Frisbee in her right, she prepared for the next throw. The javelin suddenly began to glow, not brightly, but just enough to tell it was illuminated into a lighter shade of pink. Within an instant a portal of about three feet in diameter appeared in front of the girl. She smirked, glancing up at Micah, only imaging what he was thinking. Clarice then tucked her right arm in towards her, proceeding to flick it out quickly, releasing the Frisbee disk. It soared through the pink portal, out of sight. A few seconds later, another portal opened around ten yards from Micah’s right, the disk flying out of it. The teleporter closed the portal, then watched in anticipation as the Frisbee flew towards the boy. Not about to be dissuaded from using her new pink and glowing weapon, Clarice revealed to Micah that the former friendly game of frisbee was going to be turned into an exercise in vigilance. “Why is everythin’ a trainin’ lesson?” he muttered with exasperation, steeling himself for the teleporter’s frisbee throw and still warily eyeing the pink javelin. With a flick of her wrist, Clarice tossed the frisbee right into a portal she created, swallowing the object whole. “Aw shite!” Micah groaned as he watched the frisbee reappear in the distance. He picked up a healthy jog, but the metal man was slow, his frame built for strength and endurance—and definitely not agility. Cursing colorfully, the Scotsman fruitlessly pushed himself to run faster, watching as the frisbee careened towards the ground. “Come here yer bastard!” Micah bellowed, desperately throwing himself at the grass in a last ditch effort to snatch the disc up before it hit the ground. “I wouldn’t consider it a training lesson, but incorporating our training into daily activities is what keeps us in tip-top shape!” She reassured cheerily. While Micah was off chasing the disk, felt a vibration in her pocket; she’d gotten a text message. “Who could that be? It shouldn’t be Vic, he said that interview could last a-“ her mumbled words were cut off as she looked at her phone, notification showing a text from the reptilian boy. She quickly typed in her password and went to view the message. He was ready to be picked back up. Already? Clarice could only wonder if all had gone alright. She looked away from her phone just in time to watch Micah dive at the Frisbee, disguising the concerned look on her face with a grin. Although he had left a modest impression in the earth from his weight, Micah clutched the frisbee from his prone position on the ground and raised it overhead triumphantly,”Ha! Got it! Y’see, Clarice? ..Clarice?” Without an answer, the metal mutant rolled over and pushed himself to his feet, brushing blades of crushed grass from his person. He found that his pink-skinned friend was busy on her phone, texting away. “Ach naw, yer missed a catch of the semester fer a text?” Micah exclaimed, waving the caught frisbee in her direction. Nonetheless, whatever it was, it seemed to be important and he approached her with curiosity,”Awrite then. What’s up? Yer got some kind o’ look about yer." The teleporter glanced up from her phone and at Micah. “I saw most of it. That dive was pretty impressive.” She smiled with her lips, then peering back down at the phone in her hands. “Apparently Vic is ready to be picked up.” Sliding the phone back into her pocket, Clarice then generated another pink javelin. With an underhand toss she threw it in front of them. The crystal itself disappeared with a ‘blink’ noise, transforming into a pink portal just large enough for the two mutants to walk through. She grabbed Micah by the arm and proceeded through the portal. They now stood in an ally just a few blocks from the school Vic was trying to get in. Before Micah could protest, Clarice remarked that their green-skinned friend Victor was ready to be picked up from his interview, and she opened another portal before grabbing him and pulling him after, and, too afraid of getting caught between locations he followed after her, dropping the frisbee as he went. They reappeared in an alleyway in the city, and Micah shook his head to get his bearings. “Ach, I’m made o’metal an’ yer pink an’ I still can’t get used to teleportin’.” He touched the cuff on his arm, suddenly feeling conscious about being away from the school as he nervously added,"Ah well, let’s go get our pal afore anyone notices we’re gone, aye?" “We’ll be fine. Our physical appearance isn’t what people should be scared of.” Clarice tried her best to keep it together, try to take on the role of a brave leader. Truthfully, she was rather worried herself. The school was public now, so that gave those there the right to quit hiding their true selves. But after doing so for so long, it was sort of nerve-wracking. Neither she nor Micah had the comfort of an image inducer on them. Walking out of the alley and onto the sidewalk, Clarice could sense eyes drift upon them. She even heard one person comment on her skin and elf-like ears. Instead of defending herself or finding somewhere to hide, she carried on, headed towards the school. As it came into view, she could see Anole sitting on the front steps of the place. From what she could tell, he didn’t look very happy. Upon reaching him, Clarice lightly placed her hand on his shoulder. “Did everything go okay?” A grin smile was on her face. She did her best to be cheery for him, even though she could tell that things probably went quite the opposite, judging by the color of his skin and how watery his eyes were. |
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| Anole | May 22 2014, 03:42 AM Post #3 |
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Did everything go okay? Vic looked up at Blink, noticing she had brought Micah with her. Then what she had said sunk in and he started laughing. It wasn't that belly laugh that signaled hearing something genuinely funny, but one of those hysterical laughs that made him sound a little crazy. He fought to stop, and using some deep breathing techniques Mr. Logan had taught him, he finally managed to get it under control. With a little smile on his face and a shake of his head, he said, "no, it didn't go okay." He sighed and reclined back on the steps. "There I was waiting on my interview..." -flashback- Vic had been waiting for a good ten minutes on his interview. He was excited about attending ESU and maybe get into their drama program. Studying drama in New York! How awesome would that be! He almost squealed at the thought. His thoughts got interrupted when a rather stern looking woman came up to him. "Victor Borkowski? My name is Tina Smith." She warily held out her hand to shake his. Her wooden, plastered on smile sent up warning bells with Vic that maybe his interview wouldn't go as well as he thought it would. He gingerly shook her hand, trying not to scratch her hand with his claws. "Yes, I'm Victor Borkowski." He smiled at her. "I wish to apologize, Mr. Borkowski. I was supposed to be conducting your interview, but the Dean, Lady Strickland, decided she would be doing it," she said rather nervously. "Is there a problem?" He asked, sure that something was wrong. "No, the Dean likes to conduct some interviews herself. There's nothing unusual about it," she said as she plastered that wooden smile back on her face. "If you'll just follow me, I'll take you to her office." She began walking down the hall, and Vic hopped up and hurried to catch up to her. She showed him into a large wood paneled office where a rather tall woman looking for all the world like Judy Gold's twin sister was waiting on him. "Mr. Borkowski." Somehow she managed to make Vic's own name sound like a dirty word. She just stood there and looked down at him. She didn't even offer to shake his hand. "Please sit." She held out a hand pointing at a chair. Vic sat down as she did the same and began looking through his file, making noises and shaking her head at times. "Is..uh..is something wrong, ma'am?" Vic asked nervously. She raised her head and looked at him with a sour expression on her face. "Yes." She leaned back in her chair and said to him, "we have certain responsibilities to our student population here at ESU, Mr. Borkowski. First and foremost is to provide a stable and safe environment for them to learn in." Vic's stomach started to sink. "And frankly we feel that because of your mutant status, you would be endangering the other students and causing an un-necessary disruption to the student population." She looked at him with distaste. "So I'm afraid I cannot recommend that you be allowed entry into our university." She paused for effect. "I'm really sorry, Mr. Borkowski," she said without really conveying any sympathy at all. Vic felt as if he'd had his heart ripped out. He stood up and said to her, "very well, ma'am. Thank you for your time." His voice cracked as he said that. He stood up and quickly left the room. -end flashback- "...and that's when I sent you a text to pick me up." He looked around at the two, a sudden fury overtaking him and shifting his skin color to red. A sudden thought occurred to him, he stood up and started to take off his tie. "You know I have half a mind to give that colossal bitch her un-neccessary disruption!" He said with a little more force than intended. He looked first at Micah, then Blink, and said, "are you with me?!?" |
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| Blink | Jun 4 2014, 06:22 AM Post #4 |
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Listening to Vic’s experience only made Clarice feel bad for him. As he spoke of the events that had taken place, the girl would occasionally glance at the civilians passing by, making sure none had any bad intentions. Here it was, three physically mutated teenagers, standing out in the open. They were perfect targets for any anti-mutanists running about. If they knew what was good for them, they’d stay away. “I’m so sorry Vic. This Dean lady doesn’t sound that great anyways.” She did her best to comfort him. “Maybe it wasn’t just the other students she was concerned about. It could be your safety too?” It was possible. After all, he being a mutant made him an easy target for bullies. Who knows how much persecution he might have endured? The shift in his skin tone shocked the girl. He re-living the moment in his mind seemed to only fuel his fire, and now… it appeared as if he wanted revenge. She looked at the reptilian boy, a somewhat confused look on her face. “Umm… I’m not sure what you’re thinking about doing, but I’m betting it could get us in trouble. And since I’m the chaperone, all the trouble would fall back on me, and I am not having that.” She hoped she wasn’t coming off rude or lame, but it was true. Only a few months ago had she been promoted to the Legacy Squad. She’d worked so hard to get there and there was no way she’d let one little incident risk the chance of losing what she had earned. |
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| Charm | Jul 13 2014, 03:40 AM Post #5 |
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Rarely one for ire, it was a surprise to see genuine anger slowly working its way across Micah's face as Vic told his story, the deepening furrow in the Scotsman's brow turning his smile into a scowl. He sternly crossed his arms across his chest, saying nothing until the reptilian teenager had finished. "Shite!" Micah swore, flinging the frisbee in his hand with such gusto at the ground that it stuck firmly into the dirt. "Tha' ain't right, Vic!" Like they all had, Micah too had suffered on behalf of his appearance. Some days as a boy he felt too ashamed to leave his own room, wrapping himself in blankets until he could only see his own eyes peering into the full length mirror propped against his closet door. His concealed appearance allowed him to imagine himself as he once was--human--an illusion he could almost believe until his mum unwrapped him to do the laundry. Without his wrappings to protect him the stings of insults and judging gazes hurt him more, and no amount of time between now and then would make him forget. What had happened to Vic was different and held far more consequence in life, but nonetheless it still made Micah's blood boil. Clarice attempted to soften the blow, suggesting some just cause, but what had happened to Vic was pure discrimination. And as the green-skinned boy suggested that they get even with the woman that had rejected his application, Micah pumped his fist with enthusiasm. Undoubtedly the law or someone with authority could do something more official about it, but revenge sounded far more satisfying. "Aye!" Micah crowed,"My nan would say 'if'n a door sticks open a winda' ', but she ain't never had a door slammed in her face fer bein' green, pink, nae sparklin'! Ach, avert yer eyes then, Clarice, 'cause me an' Vic here are 'bout to feck shite it up, mutant style, ken?" Wrangling his frustration back into charm, Micah grinned to Vic, looking eager as he earnestly rubbed his glittering palms together,"I got yer back, mate. What's the plan?" |
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