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| The Transfer Student; Tag: Orchard, Winter Solider, Jac | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 1 2015, 03:18 AM (354 Views) | |
| Harley Davis | Jul 1 2015, 03:18 AM Post #1 |
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Date: June 14th 2015 Time: 9:00 AM Those Involved: Agent Orchard, Winter Soldier & Jac ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Her whirlwind of a life was about to hit another gust and push her in a new direction. She laid in her head back on her hands as she looked up at ceiling. She closed her eyes as the past few months ran through her head, from forced terrorist to snitch...and now sentenced some government sanctioned mutant training camp or something. She heard footsteps coming down the hall and knew the time was coming for this new phase to kick off. She slipped up to her feet and looked at herself in the small mirror. Tugging at the black tank top she had on and adjusting her jeans. She turned looking at the guard who motioned her out, she walked past him into the hall her eyes looking around the tin can she was dropped off in the day before by STRIKE. She had to admit as far as the places she has been held prisoner it was the cleanest and most state of the art. “The team is ready to take you over to the school Ms. Davis.” Harley rolled her eyes and noded. “Yeah..yeah...let’s get this going so I can get it all over with and finally get back to my life.” The guard scuffed at her, and Harley wrinkled her nose at him and stuck her tongue out. They stopped in front of a door and she tapped her foot impatiently waiting for the agent to punch the code in. This time it was his turn to glare at her, and she just gave him a sweet smile. She was escortred to the hanger where she was to meet up with the agents moving her. She looked at the guy walking her there. “Can’t I get like some chains...neck collar...you know make a fuckin bad ass intro to the school I’m some super solider of doom they just got…” The guard stopped looking around ready to be rid of Harley and her non-stop babbling and questions she had been pestering him with since they dropped her off. |
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| Spitfire | Jul 2 2015, 09:19 PM Post #2 |
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Jac and Bucky joint post “Well, we could do that, but then you’d need to continually live up to that reputation, and trust me, that school has taken in some really, really bad cases,” Jac smirked a little as she watched the young woman being led out towards them. Inwardly though, she had sympathy for her, having been in a similar position once herself. At least that gave her plenty of ammo to poke fun. “Plus, you’re turning up with us, so you’ve got your doom-y super soldiers covered already, right?” pushing away from the metal wall she had been propped against, the speedster gave Bucky a grin. The last comment had maybe been aimed at him, just a little bit… Bucky smirked at Jac, but didn't reply to the posturing teen. Kids. Like real young kids. Whatever this girl was, whatever she'd done or whoever she'd pissed off in order to earn her an armed guard when she was dropped off at this mutant school upstate, Bucky was unimpressed. He'd seen kids who were worth the inflation this girl had given herself. He hadn't heard one word about this kid. Sure his intel wasn't as to the moment as it used to be, but yeah, he still heard what was important. "This is below my paygrade," Bucky muttered to Jac as he joined her on her walk to flank this kid, "You're lucky there's no one who needs shooting at this exact minute." “You do it for the company,” she admonished her partner in a teasing manner, tapping him on the chest with a gloved finger. “Plus you’re the better driver out of us,” looking over her shoulder at the girl again, she turned her pale head back to Bucky, her tone briefly becoming a little more serious. “I think though, the point is to make her feel like we might shoot her. Scare some manners into her…Bad cop, snarky cop or something. And odd cop,” thinking of Orchard, she tagged this on. “It’ll be over and done before you know it.” "Well, there's not much point in you learning to drive, is there," Bucky said, allowing the chest tap, or at least pretending he had a choice. He leaned close at her explanation and said, "Which cop am I?" He gave her a wink and a smile that was only for her eyes, and then asked, "Seriously, though, would that have worked with you? You were a rabble rouser too, right, but your head wasn't so far up your own ass." “I can, kind of, but I don’t have a licence. And you can be bad cop. Or grumpy cop. Which would you like?” Jac pretended as if he had a choice in it, although he’d know it was just playful banter and that she’d never mean anything ill with her words. “And no, you know it wouldn’t have. But I was in a very different place to what she is. For better or worse, I did mature in the Brotherhood and I learned a lot of stuff about perspectives, and real hurt, and real conviction. Maybe that’s why Fury wanted me to come on this, as I’ve gone out the other side already. And where I go…” she trailed off, knowing he’d follow her in both senses of the word, because she’d always follow him too. She didn't need to finish, he nodded, and briefly cupped her cheek with his flash hand. Then, he shrugged and said, "I am not above shooting a kid though, you know," he glanced at the fidgeting teen that was their charge, "She'll be lucky if it's just a tranq." He crossed his arms over his chest and said, "Speaking of Odd Cop... where is our official liaision?" Reaching up as he cupper her cheek, she covered his hand with hers for just a moment, dropping it as he did, a broad grin across her face. “Couple of blanks can’t hurt too much. After all, we do want her to go willingly to the school, and that probably includes scaring her into it if necessary.” Taking a step out, she looked about. “Who, Orchard? He’ll be along. So, Harley, right?” raising her voice, she put her hands on her hips as she faced the girl and closed the distance across the large room towards her. “So, no chains or muzzles…I’m afraid bite masks don’t come in your size anyway. I could ask you to behave, but instead I’ll let you figure out the benefit of deciding that for yourself. If you want to get treated in a certain way, that’s fine, but you’ll learn one way or another the downside of trying to be a badass once you get to the school, as frankly no one cares, and those who do are either six years old, or not really worth knowing anyway.” Bucky watched Jac handle the girl and smirked. He had his doubts about the vaunted school, considering he hadn't met many of the X-Men that made much impression on him, though admittedly, he had limited contact. SHIELD seemed to think it worth a shot though, and Jac spoke highly of it, so, it was not his call, not his concern. He was just here to scare this girl straight. “So, any questions?” raising an eyebrow, she stared pointedly at the younger Englishwoman. |
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| Henry Orchard | Jul 3 2015, 12:25 AM Post #3 |
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The aforementioned Odd Cop was indeed not too far away. Normally this sort of detail would have him dragging his feet but this time he was raring to go. Especially once he’d found out how they were actually getting to the school. He’d been down at the hangar hours prior for all the pre-flight checks, pacing up and down until they’d finally relinquished the keys. Apparently he’d made some sort of noise out of excitement, he couldn’t exactly recall but now the technicians wouldn’t look him in the eye. A little way ahead of the group a silver convertible emerged from among the quinjets, Orchard at the wheel with an enormous grin on his face. He pulled up and blared the horn twice. “Get in losers!” he yelled across the deck “We’re going shopping!”. For Orchard this was Christmas, plus two birthdays and an Easter. There was nothing on earth that could have wiped that big idiot grin off his big idiot face. Not even the prospect of sharing a car with a Super-Double-Black-Ops-Murder-Ghost like the Winter Soldier. Up until now they’d never met, which Orchard had taken always as a blessing. Besides, prisoner transport probably wasn’t a typical assignment for Barnes, but not that it would have mattered if it were, because: FLYING. CAR. “Agent Falsworth,” he beamed “Agent RoboBro.”. As he looked to Barnes he waved his own cybernetic hand to indicate membership in the exclusive Secret Agent Cyborg Club. “What a fine day for a lovely sunday drive, wot-wot? Rah rah rah.” He leant over the door and pointed to Harley. “You, wee-babby boombox of the unfortunate criminal situations. Question: what kind of gun fires cartridges of shot?” |
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| Harley Davis | Jul 15 2015, 04:48 PM Post #4 |
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Harley cocked her head a bit as she heard Jac speak. She wasn’t expecting the accent. It was a pleasant surprise to have someone around her who at least sounded normal. She looked the pair over, part of her sizing them up in her mind, partly to see who was going to be her escort to her new home of sorts. “Plus, you’re turning up with us, so you’ve got your doom-y super soldiers covered already, right?” Harley's lips curled into a smirk “Aww my own Doom Patrol…” she paused looking at the man with the metal arm. “No offense but he looks much more doom and gloom to your chipper and princess bubbles like look.” "This is below my paygrade" Harley frowned as the man spoke, her fingers shot into her pocket and dug around pulling out some lint and looking at it with a crinkled nose before blowing it off her finer. “I’d say I’d tip ya to make up the difference in pay...but seems Strike isn’t too big on returning assents they seized…” The guard who was escorting her rolled his eyes and dropped her backpack off that had her limited amount of earthly positions left in it. He looked over to the other agents with a nod. “She’s all yours...enjoy...she never shuts up.” As the man walked away Harley stuck her tongue out at him and rolled her eyes looking back to the two new agents. “Who, Orchard? He’ll be along. So, Harley, right?” raising her voice, she put her hands on her hips as she faced the girl and closed the distance across the large room towards her. “So, no chains or muzzles…I’m afraid bite masks don’t come in your size anyway. I could ask you to behave, but instead I’ll let you figure out the benefit of deciding that for yourself. If you want to get treated in a certain way, that’s fine, but you’ll learn one way or another the downside of trying to be a badass once you get to the school, as frankly no one cares, and those who do are either six years old, or not really worth knowing anyway.” “So, any questions?” raising an eyebrow, she stared pointedly at the younger Englishwoman. She listened to the speech and ended with a nod. “Yes its Harley...should I just call you mom and dad for this trip or do you guys have names I get to use? Wait let me guess… that’s top secret. And I never said I was a badass...I’m just a girl. With powers. Who got turned into a monster...so I don’t much care what people think of me hun. Mainly here because going to mutant boot camp was the lesser of two awful choices… “ She paused a moment and tapped her chin in thought before looking back at the pair with her normal snarky grin. “Two questions actually…first do these null cuffs come in other colors? Not really a shiney silver kinda girl...second please for the love of god tell me we can import proper tea and beer to this school...if not I’m pretty sure that violates some kind of prisoner rights or something.” “Agent Falsworth,” he beamed “Agent RoboBro.”. As he looked to Barnes he waved his own cybernetic hand to indicate membership in the exclusive Secret Agent Cyborg Club. “What a fine day for a lovely sunday drive, wot-wot? Rah rah rah.” He leant over the door and pointed to Harley. “You, wee-babby boombox of the unfortunate criminal situations. Question: what kind of gun fires cartridges of shot?” Her eyes went wide as the flying car showed up. This was not what she expected at all. And while all this sucked hard in her mind. Getting to ride in a flying car was going to be pretty sweet there was no doubt about that. “Er...a shotgun?” She blinked at the man in the car called her wee-babby boombox. That was a new one for her. “And it’s Harley or Motormouth… wee baby boombox is super secret name when I guest star on the kids shows only..so don’t go blowing my cover.” She grinned softly as she scooped up her bag and inched over to look at the flying car, still a bit wide eyed about the whole thing. |
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| Winter Soldier | Jul 17 2015, 07:02 PM Post #5 |
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“Get in losers!” [Orchard] yelled across the deck “We’re going shopping!”. The Soldier narrowed his eyes at Jac, "He's driving? Oh, this is going to be--" “Agent Falsworth,” he beamed “Agent RoboBro.” "--fun," Bucky finished, nodding at the agent. It was, he had to admit, odd to see the cybernetic arm on Orchard. His was the first, an experimental prototype modeled on stolen intel schematics for Jim Hammond, the original android human torch. That first arm, he barely remembered it, was a huge and ugly thing, unwieldy, inhuman. As technology improved, so had it, until it was almost indistinguishable from the arm he had been born with... the arm James Barnes had been born with. In a way, the metal arm had been with him since birth... even if it had been a rebirth into the dark thing he was for so long. Jac went to address the girl, who gave her a smart ass quip about calling them 'mom and dad' and Bucky rolled his eyes. At the risk of sounding his age (despite his preternaturally youthful good lucks) he thought to himself that if he'd smarted off like that to an adult when he was fifteen or whatever this girl was, he would have been knocked ass over teakettle. Kids had no respect these days, and that probably was one of the reasons the world was in the state it was in. The added complications of super powers and mutant abilities gave a generation already entitled by touchy feely bullshit made kids think is was somehow ok to mouth off to government agents who had guns and were authorized to use them. "We've all been turned into monsters, kid," Bucky said, as he opened the door to the passengers' front seat and nodded at her to get in. "You're hardly the first, and you're certainly not the last." He looked over at Jac, "And, I can guarantee you're not the biggest monster on this little road trip of ours." Bucky had never had much contact with Orchard (if any), but he knew enough about him not to be extremely surprised by the inane babble about wee babbies or whatever. The girl joined in on the nonsense and Bucky, returning to Jac's side, muttered, "They do know this is a mission and not a trip to Coney Island, right?" |
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| Spitfire | Jul 26 2015, 07:49 PM Post #6 |
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“No, you just said you wanted to make a badass entry into the school like a soldier of Doom. You know they’ve got someone there who actually knocked out Doom, I think they’ve already got standards,” Jac gave a cocky grin, her arms folded across her chest. “And if I really was your Mum, you’d have a lot more respect considering your situation, isn’t that right honey?” looking over her shoulder to Bucky, she fluttered her eyelashes at him, a flashback to Greenville almost. A shared joke that’d go no further than the two of them at that moment. “And please, you are not getting sent to boot camp. You’re what, twenty? Old enough to be serving time in an adult facility, with adult sentences. Trust me, I did time nulled in isolation on this rig. So that act won’t work with me,” she had turned back to the young woman, not trying to be overly mean but not prepared to take any sort of nonsense from her either. “The school is a haven for people who’ve not had the best start in life. It’s getting your slate wiped clean and the chance to go somewhere where they don’t care if you’re a monster. And you’re not. Trust me. They’re my specialty. You've got a long way to fall to reach that mark yet.” Orchard’s timing was oddly perfect. She had figured he’d balance out the mood with his general Orchardness. It was an acquired taste, but hell, if they trusted her on missions, then there was no reason that he couldn’t be trusted either. After all, there was a very smart man in Orchard when it came down to it. Still, she had never been driven-flown by him, but they’d let him in the thing in the first place. For that she trusted him. Flying cars didn’t come cheap. Bucky chaperoned their little criminal genius into the craft and she smirked a little at his question. “Well, we could go to Coney Island afterwards. You know I’ve not been there much since I helped blow it up for the Brotherhood. We could lose these punks and go on a couple of rides,” she gave him a sly wink and got into the backseat of the car. “Hey, Henry. Want some Revels? I brought an extra bag.” |
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| Henry Orchard | Aug 2 2015, 01:24 AM Post #7 |
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“Revels? Yes, give them to me. Even the orange ones because I am the scum of the Earth.” He took the offered bag and secreted it down the side of his seat.Jaq had a line somewhere on British chocolates that he coveted greatly. If he had any tradeable assets he’d probably turn them all over for a Curly Wurly. Passengers aboard and chocolates in place, Henry made his way down the flight deck towards their launch platform. He eased his foot down onto the accelerator and kept a cautious pace, despite the building temptation to show off. After all, a flying car was nothing if not ostentatious and in his mind it demanded to be treated as such. Maybe, definitely rather, next time there would be some liberties taken but he was painfully aware that if there was going to be a next time he’d have to behave. The deck crew waved them straight onto the platform and Henry put his foot down. His hand was ready on the switch as they cleared the deck and the rumble of the engine deepened as the power switched over to the VTOL drives. He swung the car around and made a wide circle of the carrier, taking a rare opportunity to take it all in. It never failed to impress him, the sheer hubris of the thing, not even after three years. “Strip the concrete right off the ground…” he muttered to himself and pointed the car towards Westchester “Aaaanyway, Agent Falsworth is right about the school. It’s pretty great. Everyone gets a free canary onesie and class time is a jaunt on the magic school bus to go learn about the power of friendship.” Below, the city of New York slid back over the horizon and a patchwork of countryside and small towns took it’s place. Henry continued his attempts to educate their ward. “Then again, it’s a trillion miles from anywhere and the only thing to do for fun is to listen to Old Man Summers read from the bible.” |
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