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| Jails, Institutions, or Death; Tag: Stacy Leevald | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 17 2015, 09:35 AM (403 Views) | |
| Thebe Okonma | Aug 17 2015, 09:35 AM Post #1 |
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August 15th SHIELD LOCK UP 7:08PM ___________________ Thebe laid on his cot, and stared up at the ceiling. He read the scribbles, and signatures of the inmates who had occupied the cell before him. The messages varied, one said 'they got yo ass now!' another lamented 'fuck my life man' he raised a brow at one which read 'Magneto is right' Thebe considered adding a message of his own, but ultimately decided not to. There wasn't a point as far as he was concerned. The place was noisy even with his cell door closed he could hear the other inmates outside in the general area arguing over cards, or what channel to play on the crappy television they had with no volume, and only three channels to choose from. SHIELD didn't hold too many prisoners, and when they did it was only because they needed to hold super powered criminals who normally couldn't be contained/held at your typical non powered jail. Thebe only counted fourteen or so other inmates, still from all the noise everyone was making you'd think the place was holding three times that amount. He had already gone through the three stages of playing cards. Well, the three stages for him anyway. Which were win, win, win some more, win again, get accused of cheating, deny the accusation, insult the accuser, run away/quit playing before getting beat up, caught cheating, or both. Thebe wasn't expecting to get out, at that point he was just going through the motions. Waiting for a court date so that he could then go to court, get sentenced, and go on to prison. He was after all a repeat offender, and he offered no cooperation at all, along with rather rudely turning down Orchard's offer, which was objectively speaking rather generous considering the circumstances of his arrest. Deep down Thebe didn't think he deserved to get out, he'd become apathetic towards the idea of imprisonment. He didn't necessarily WANT to get locked up, he just didn't care if he did or didn't. His mother was dead, and it was his fault and he couldn't even manage to avenge her. Yet another thing to add to the long list of things that he had screwed up in his life. Sure, he might not have been as bad as most of the guys he was currently locked up with, but he literally felt as if he had nothing to offer anyone anymore. Mary was at the Institute in the hands of people much more responsible than him, along with both the willingness, and capability to help her both control her abilities, and become a halfway decent person. What did it matter if he went to prison and didn't get out for 10+ years, if at all. Meeting and taking care of her was pretty much the only good thing Thebe had ever done...ever. Finally giving in, and allowing her to attend the academy before he screwed up and ruined that little girl's life was probably the one and only good decision he had ever made. Aside from Mary, no one else needed him, and he had nothing else to offer anybody, and ever since his mother's passing his craving for material possessions had disappeared. Money didn't interest him anymore, and neither did fancy cars, and clothes. It took his mother dying for him to realize just how worthless those things really were. So, 'fuck it' he thought to himself why not just let himself be sentenced to prison where he could sit, and let everyone and everything forget about him. They'd be better off for it, and at least in prison he wouldn't have to worry about making his rent money on time. It was better than he deserved anyway. There was only one thing he felt he needed to do. He didn't feel right just going to prison, without at least saying goodbye to Mary. He also wasn't about to call her from SUPER SHIELD jail either so he figured he'd call Stacy, and have her get the word across that he would be probably 'going away for awhile' Stacy was the best person he knew at delivering bad news, and he had heard that she had been stopping by to check on her at the institute from time to time since Thebe himself had stopped visiting. So with an exasperated sigh he got up from his cot, and exited his cell into the general area where the phones were. The phones were only turned from from 8am to 8pm, the sound sucked, and the rates were astronomical so astronomical that he really wasn't even sure that Stacy would accept the charges. He wasn't sure if she had heard that he'd been locked up, and technically it wouldn't be the first time he had called her from lock up. However, it was the first time he'd be calling her from SHIELD lock up, who's rates were considerably higher than your average state jail. But his other delinquent friends Earl, Ernie, Chance, Joey, etc definitely weren't going to pick up, pfft they never even picked up if he called from normal old boring everyday jail. Alex Summers would answer, but Thebe was nowhere near ready to have THAT conversation. So, Stacy it was. He walked over to the phone before noticing a figure in his peripheral vision, he looked over to see that another 'gentleman' was also heading towards the phone. A rather big reptilian looking guy with eyes that said 'I eat the hearts of small children' So, Thebe did what came natural and took off into a jogging sprint, and grabbed the phone before Lizard Dude could getting his hands on it mere seconds before the other guy. Thebe started dialing before looking back at the lizard guy who gave him frightening death stare which said very clearly but without speaking 'I want to kill you' to which Thebe returned with a stare which stated clearly also without speaking. 'be quiet I'm trying to make a phone call' Thebe cleared his throat as he finished dialing mentally running through just exactly he was going to explain to Stacy that. 1. He was probably going to prison for 10-12years. 2. Break the news to Mary, and tell her to have a nice life, and don't turn out to be a complete and total fuck up like he is/was. That was of course...if she actually picked up the phone. *ring***ring* |
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| Stacy X | Aug 23 2015, 11:37 PM Post #2 |
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Sometimes doing what she (mainly) did for a living was hard work. Sometimes it was unbelievably stressful. Sometimes upsetting, and sometimes it was the most rewarding thing on the planet. Now and again though, it was just... dull. Stacy had taken to sitting in a large upholstered hotel chair, quietly reading a Hellboy comic on her tablet while a financial company's chief executive officer squirmed around on the floor as her human footrest. She had some vague craving for a cigarette, or a coffee, or both. The pudgy old guy paying her to be there would have probably been quite happy to act as living ashtray but there were smoke detectors in every damn room. And ordering coffee through room service always resulted in that awkward exchange with whoever the kitchen sent up. They'd be suddenly greeted by the sight of an anthropomorphic snake dressed in a dominatrix outfit and eager for caffeine. There'd even been a past incident where a bellboy had dropped the tray he was carrying out of pure shock. A muffled rendition of the Bee Gees 'Stayin' Alive' suddenly echoed through the hotel room, the default ringtone for any unknown number. Assuming it was a potential client, Stacy sighed and went to go fish her phone from her purse. The client she was already with let out a whine of objection as certain tender bits were freed from under a boot heel. Stacy's handbag had been compared to the Mary Poppins' holdall before as well as a TARDIS. The amount of clutter filling it didn't seem equal to the amount of space available inside it and it sometimes seemed like she'd fitted everything but a potted plant and a ladder in there. After fishing out a taser, a candle, a can of energy drink, a tube of cherry 'numbing gel' and a purple rubber item that could have passed for either a sex toy or a dog chew, she finally found the ringing phone. “No noise.” Stacy snapped at the human on the floor, scaly finger swiping across the phone screen to pick up. “Hi, thi- No, what are you doing?!” She immediately got distracted by the C.E.O. He was silently following her around and pawing at her like an affection-starved puppy. “No!” The sound of a whip crack was audible, underlining her order. “Go stand on that tarp and look pretty for me, flatscan!” There were a few strange noises as Stacy then held the phone to her ear with her shoulder. She was pulling off her ridiculous fetish heels so she could have a conversation without feeling like she was walking around on stilts. She'd probably make puppy-boy do something with them later, she hadn't made up her mind yet. “Hi, this is Stacy X, ex-stasy guaranteed.” She started over. “What can I do to you?” |
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| Thebe Okonma | Aug 24 2015, 07:22 AM Post #3 |
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"No!" Thebe heard followed by the crack of a whip, it didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on. And despite all of Thebe's legal and personal woes, he couldn't help but smirk at the sound of Stacy shooing away a client. He simply crossed his arms, and waited for her to get situated so that they could have some semblance of a conversation. He rolled his eyes at Stacy's business introduction before speaking. "Hi, Stacccccccccy." Thebe said trying his best to sound casual. It was kind of hard as the reptilian who he had intercepted the phone from was now getting uncomfortably close to him. He was practically breathing down his neck at that point. "Aye, man...you wanna take a step back? You're getting like in my personal space, and shit....and your breath smells like hot fucking garbage juice." Thebe snapped holding his hand over the receiver in hopes that Stacy wouldn't hear the exchange. "Yeah, we'll see how tough you are when you get off that phone string bean." The reptilian hissed before glancing up at the security camera which presided right above the phones, Thebe was sure it was the only thing keeping the lizard man from trying to tear his head off right then and there. "Has anyone ever told you...you look like Reptile from Mortal Kombat?" Thebe replied casually refusing to show even a hint that he was intimidated or frightened. On the inside he was terrified...he was nulled in SHIELD's holding cell. And without his power's Thebe was pretty much as vulnerable as they come...it wasn't like he ever really learned how to fight...he typically just depended on powers, along with his own off brand style of cunning. Still, the last thing he was going to do was show Reptile Dude, or anyone else in that cell block that he was even the tiniest bit afraid. This wasn't his first time locked up, and he had seen first hand what happens when you show fear in a place like the one he was currently in. The lizard guy's eyes narrowed, but ultimately he walked away and sat down, but he never stopped looking at Thebe with a murderous stare. Thebe however shrugged it off, or rather performed an Oscar worthy performance of acting like he had before finally returning to his phone conversation. "Hey, baby it's me Thebe." He said quickly, giving a small chuckle at the rhyming wordplay he placed on his name. "Listen, I got pinched...it's bad....I uh, I probably aint getting out of this one babe." Thebe said talking to Stacy as if she was his girlfriend something he always did jokingly whenever he either A: Wanted something, or B: Needed to tell her something she probably wouldn't like. "Listen, SHEILD has me...I don't know what's going to happen...my court dates in a few weeks, don't ask what happened I don't wanna fucking get into it. Just...whatever happens keep an eye o-*ahem*o-on Mary for me. I know you've been checking up on her...just make sure she's alright, and make sure she knows I'm alright...if she fucking asks where I'm at..uh just, fucking uh. Tell her I went on a trip or something...I don't know...fuck it..just tell her I'm gone..." Thebe stated ending his statement firmly despite struggling for the words at first. He didn't want to leave Mary, but she didn't need him anymore and he probably was never really good for her anyway. "Besides I only took her in cus she didn't have anywhere else to go anyway...it's no big deal" Thebe thought, lying to himself hoping that maybe, if he thought it or said it enough it would become true. There wasn't any time for tears, they only gave you one fifteen minute call a day anyway. |
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| Stacy X | Sep 1 2015, 01:04 AM Post #4 |
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“Hi, Stacccccccccy." Thebe said trying his best to sound casual.” The snakewoman nearly dropped the phone. “Thebe?!” But before she could get any semblance of an answer out of him the voice on the other end seemed to get distracted with someone on the other end of the line. “Aye, man... you wanna take a step back? You're getting like in my personal space, and shit....” The sound became weirdly muffled. She wondered if some client had maybe left their phone in a back pocket and butt dialed her. Again. “Thebe? Is that you?!” She tried not to yell in front of the puppy-boy and made a bee-line for the door. Out in the hotel corridor things were even less private technically but at least it was quiet. She tried not to think about Stanley Kubrick's version of "The Shining" as she paced back and forth barefoot over the freshly vacuumed carpet. “Hello?” “Hey, baby it's me Thebe.” He said quickly, giving a small chuckle at the rhyming wordplay he placed on his name. “Jeezus!” Stacy reeled, slapping her free hand to her forehead. She wasn't sure if she wanted to hug him or slap him. Neither were going to actually be possible until she found out where the Hell he'd gotten to though. “Where the fuck have you been, man? I've been so goddamn worried an' you-” The elastic-skinned thief cut in to the little tirade she couldn't hold back. Without her reptilian senses to taste the air and tell her otherwise, she'd let herself believe Thebe was making a casual call just to let her know he was still alive and hoping to get off without a scolding. “Listen, I got pinched...” “-are an'... Wait. What?” Stacy's voice suddenly sounded very small out in that big long, blandly decorated corridor. “By who?” Despite the turn of phrase, her first thought actually went to the Russian gangsters he'd run off to peruse. Her stomach started doing flips of the deeply unpleasant variety. “It's bad....I uh, I probably ain't getting out of this one babe.” Was it the Russians? They'd have to set fire to Thebe to do any real damage, wouldn't they? Had they worked that out though? “Nuh-uh. Nope. Nuuu.” When in doubt, deny everything. It was practically a motto of Stacy's. “Whatever it is, you can squeeze your rubber-band ass out've it! I'll call some of the others in, we'll come get you. Just tell me who-” He had to interrupt her again to get his point across. “Listen, SHEILD has me...” “What?!” Stacy's voice soared up several octaves. She surprised herself so much she actually ended up pressing one hand over her lips until she was sure any other noise out of her mouth wasn't going to be a squeak. What the hell would SHIELD want with Okonma? While she was actually being quiet Thebe took the opportunity to carry on. “I don't know what's going to happen... My court dates in a few weeks, don't ask what happened I don't wanna fucking get into it.” Were they squeezing him for info on the prison break at the Raft? Holy Hell, if they'd worked out the Guild were involved in that, she'd soon have SHIELD at her own doorstep. Then the law would be out for Anansi too, Ink, Gambit, Mackenzie... Holy shit if the Red Court didn't take them in maybe they'd tell Longshot to off the lot of them in case they gave too much away. She knew Thebe wouldn't drop his friends in the shit if he could possibly help it, but SHIELD had a Psi-Division didn't it? Could they break him that way? Stacy coudln't think of anything worse, she'd literally rather have someone pull her fangs out with pliers than mind-rape her. A lot of people didn't think much of Thebe, wrote him off because all they saw was some ignorant street level pick-pocket. But then a lot of the same people thought even less of Stacy and her whoring. She knew Thebe was brave and kind and it was horrible knowing that those might be the exact qualities that undid him because it meant he wasn't invulnerable either. His mother's death had proved that. She was tempted to say that if they'd broken the Raft wide open then god dammit she'd crack open whatever hole they had Thebe in now, but if he was calling from inside the belly of the beast, she had to make sure she didn't say anything incriminating. “But-” “Just... whatever happens keep an eye o-*ahem*o-on Mary for me.” Oh no... Mary. Poor kid. No, she couldn't do that to her. “Thebe, please don't make me...” Her vision was getting misty, yellow eyes threatening to well up and ruin all the layers of kohl and mascara she thought she needed to be pretty. Please don't make me tell her she's being left behind by someone she loves again. she thought. “I know you've been checking up on her... just make sure she's alright, and make sure she knows I'm alright...” “Yeah but, I mean,” Stacy huffed frustratedly, waving her hand at her eyes to try drying them out. “Are you? All right? This is like the first I hear from you in fuckin' forever an' it's from lockup? I mean... Where the hell are you?!” “If she fucking asks where I'm at... uh just, fucking uh, tell her I went on a trip or something...” “Oh yeah, 'cause you're known for taking long leisurely fuckin' cruises when the mood strikes.” Stacy scoffed out a laugh that was almost a sob, pacing back and forth in sheer worry. “I don't know... fuck it... just tell her I'm gone.” Thebe stated ending his statement firmly despite struggling for the words at first. There was so much regret in his voice then, it broke her heart. He'd started off blasé enough, because that was just Thebe. But the two of them had that way of sometmes winding each other up as much as comforting each other sometimes. The time she'd panicked down in the Morlock tunnels with Ink, Thebe had been the one to talk her out of the terror she plunged madly into. But on the other hand when she'd gone to his apartment to shake him out of his depression things had dissolved into yelling and throwing detritus and insults at each other before it got better. “Thebe I can't...” She trailed off as a hotel maid came out of one of the other rooms and froze in shock at the sight of Stacy. “I'm not telling Mary a goddamn thing until I know what the shit's goin' on myself!” She hissed, switched ears and hands with the phone. She pressed herself up against the wallpaper and impatiently waved for the woman to push her cleaning trolley past. Gawping flatscans were the least of her problems at that point. “If whoever's there makes a fuss over the call time you tell 'em I said go take a long run off a short fuckin' cliff edge.” Because she assumed it was a SHIELD warden Thebe had been arguing with at the start of the call, not an enormous reptilian convict. “Nevermind what you don't wanna get into - where'd they pick you up an' where'd they take you?” She asked, rubbing at one temple and fighting for some semblance of rationality. Except if she knew where he was she was highly likely to call off her afternoon session with Puppy-Boy, throw herself in the next available cab to get there and use her powers to make the driver speed the whole way. “An' what the hell charges are they bringin' up in court so quick?” she added. |
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| Thebe Okonma | Sep 3 2015, 08:41 AM Post #5 |
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Despite all he was going through Thebe couldn't help, but grin when he heard Stacy's excited reaction to the fact that it was actually him who'd called her. To say he had been out of touch lately would've been an understatement. Thebe hadn't been in contact with anyone while he had been on his on one mutant crusade against the Russians. He knew before he even started hunting Mirkov that any sensible friend (he didn't have many) he had would try and talk him out of it. So to avoid being convinced against his quest for vengeance he opted to just stop answering his phone, and avoid contact with anyone he knew who didn't think that trying to take down the New York branch of the Russian Mob was a good idea. There weren't many people who actually worried about Thebe, in fact he was sure he could count the number of people who would even bother to notice that he hadn't been around for awhile on one hand. Stacy was one of them. “Thebe? Is that you?!” "Yeah, it's me that what I just said!" Thebe responded back his tone flippant like it always was. He waited calmly as she started to figure out exactly was going on, who had him and exactly what the situation was. He calm facade quickly turned irritated when Stacy refused to relay his message to Mary. “An' what the hell charges are they bringin' up in court so quick?” "Look, what else do you need to know! They caught me, red handed. I'm going up the river!" Thebe said not understanding why she was insistent upon the details. In his mind they didn't matter, all that did matter was that he was arrested by SHIELD, and he probably wasn't going to be seeing the streets of Mutant Town anytime soon. “Thebe I can't...” "Yes, you can!" Thebe responded quickly, and firmly. As he switched the phone to his other hear, gripping it more firmly. "Look, I've done all I can for Mar-that girl." That's right don't say her name if he didn't say her name that didn't make her real, and if it wasn't real then there wasn't anything to be upset over. "She don't need me no more, Shit, she probably never did. She's strong, and now she's got more help than I could ever hope to give her in 100 lifetimes. I'm doing her a favor" Thebe said trying iterate to Stacy, what he himself already felt. Thebe was bad news, and it wasn't a good idea to have him in your life. "Look, I don't wanna argue. We don't have time for all that, please don't fight me on this...just tell her what I said, there's nothing you can do. It's over with. The wheels are in motion, and the train is leaving the station." Thebe said looking back at the Lizard Man who was still giving him his death stare, at that point the glare was just becoming irritating. Thebe rolled his eyes, and turned away returning to the conversation. There is nothing that can be done...well.." Thebe trailed off "Almost nothing." Thebe thought to himself remembering the deal, both him and Orchard had offered him, the deal that there was no way in hell he was ever going to take no matter what anyone said. Thebe wasn't a lap dog, and there was no way in hell he was going go play super hero with X-Factor. |
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| Stacy X | Sep 24 2015, 01:43 AM Post #6 |
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“Thebe you're like family to Mary, vanishing does NOT do her any favours!” Stacy's mouth was getting more and more down-turned, her lower lip threatening to curl right over her bottom teeth. She was the last person to be handing out advice about not disappearing really. When things with XFI got too weird, she'd jumped on the first chance to get back on the Vimana and go to Madripoor with the Red Court for nearly a month. “Look, I don't wanna argue. We don't have time for all that, please don't fight me on this... just tell her what I said, there's nothing you can do.” “Well maybe not me but...” “It's over with. The wheels are in motion, and the train is leaving the station.” “Fuck your metaphorical train, I know teleporters and people who can fly!” “There is nothing that can be done...well..” Thebe trailed off “Thebe.” Stacy took in another calming breath, slumping against a corridor wall. “I've got, like, at least ten different New York lawyers on my client list, I'm pretty sure at least three of 'em wouldn't mind getting up in SHIELD's grill 'pro bono'... if I throw 'em a few bonos've my own. Y'know?” It was a terrible pun, but it at least signalled that Stacy was clawing herself away from a state of complete panic towards something that felt more like affirmative action. If she could do something then she could tell herself it would all work out. “Um... there's Holden Holliway. Or Pugliese. Oh! Or Evangaline Whedon, she's good. AND she's a mutie; fierce-ass dragon bitch in court and literally a real dragon sometimes... Anyway, I can find you someone.” She waved her free hand dismissively. With Stacy in charge, getting Thebe legal representation was as good as done. If he'd take it. “Even if they've got you more red-handed than Hellboy, that still doesn't mean you gotta roll over and let 'em treat you like a prison bitch. Having some legal on your side, you can still negotiate. There's bound to be some damn wiggle room on the charges, you can tell 'em you've got PTSD from the million different fuckin' things that've happened in M-Town or something! They might cut you a better plea bargain or a sentence that's not years of pointless jail time.” Stacy pondered what crimes SHIELD might be dangling over her friend's head, because it sure as hell wasn't anything death row worthy. Not even life sentence worthy. She felt like she knew Thebe well enough that she'd be able to tell if he'd done something that bad as part of his Russian manhunt. She also tried to reason out what they'd do with someone who clearly wasn't about to be joining the Brotherhood any time soon. Then it hit her. “What about X-Factor? Any of those fascist fuckweasels bring that up yet?” She felt like an idiot for not thinking of it sooner. “Guido told me all about the kind of probies they used to take on when he was there. An' don't quote me on this but I think Melissa maybe got a start with them after shit with that ratchet 'super villain rehab' thing of SHIELD's went down.” Stacy wished she hadn't burned so many bridges with XFI, she'd kill to just to talk with Songbird like she used to at that point, ask about the Thunderbolts program and how she'd moved on from it. |
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| Thebe Okonma | Sep 29 2015, 08:08 AM Post #7 |
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Stacy wasn't cutting him any slack, he knew getting her to do what he wanted wasn't going to be easy. But it wasn't like he had all the time in the world to try and convince her either. He was mentally keeping count of how much time he had left on the phone call, and well it wasn't much. And lizard guy was getting more, and more impatient by the second. “Fuck your metaphorical train, I know teleporters and people who can fly!” "Yeah, and which one of them is gonna risk trying to break into a SHIELD hellicarrier for my ass?" Thebe shot back. "Not one of them." Thebe said not even waiting for her reply. She then started recommending lawyers.. “Um... there's Holden Holliway. Or Pugliese. Oh! Or Evangaline Whedon, she's good. AND she's a mutie; fierce-ass dragon bitch in court and literally a real dragon sometimes... Anyway, I can find you someone.” "I don't have the money for all that Stacy." Thebe said flatly. It was true since he had started his one man crusade against the Russian Mob he hadn't really been focusing on making sure he had disposable income like he used to. He only made sure he had what he needed to continue he crazed hunt for Mirkov, who was probably more likely than not back in Russia somewhere. “What about X-Factor? Any of those fascist fuckweasels bring that up yet?” "Uhh," Thebe hadn't expected her to think of them. "They offered me a probation deal if a played..hero, but fuck that...I aint the spandex type." -click- The phone hung up, the time was over. Thebe frowned, he was just about put the phone back on the hook when he heard it click again, and the call continued. Thebe raised a curious brow. "Hello?" Thebe inquired his voice curious. SHIELD was extremely strict on how much time they allowed their prisoners for phone calls. That was IF they allowed you a call at all. Thebe knew for a fact his fifteen minutes had been up...so why had the call kept going? He also knew that all the calls were monitored, who exactly was listening them he wasn't sure of. Had they given him more time? "Stace? You there?" Thebe said not even noticing that his reptilian faced adversary had been talking to 'friends' about how much time Thebe was getting on the phone. |
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| Stacy X | Oct 27 2015, 03:22 AM Post #8 |
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The phone clicked off and Stacy pulled her phone away from her head to stare at it in dismay. It bugged the crap out of her that Thebe thought so little of himself. His retort of “Which one of them is gonna risk trying to break into a SHIELD hellicarrier for my ass? Not one of them.”, the dismissal that he couldn't afford decent legal representation. It all rang in her ears. Maybe he was right but if it came to it, Stacy would make people care enough to go save him, and she'd pay for the damn lawyers herself. He wouldn't take the help though because he sounded so ready to give up. Like Mirkov had already won. “Goddammit you fuckin'...” Stacy could pull out an extremely creative string of curses sometimes. But this had her so riled up she couldn't think of anything at all. She had to resist the urge to throw her phone across the corridor. Watching it smash on the opposite wall would be incredibly satisfying but it would only be a short-lived relief. Then she'd be stuck worrying about Thebe trying to call her back again while she frantically set about getting a replacement handset. “Hello?” Thebe inquired, his voice curious. She heard his voice faintly and stared at her phone again, this time in disbelief rather than dismay. The screen showed the call was still connected. Somehow. “Huh?” Like Thebe, she knew he'd surely run out his standard fifteen minute allotment. “Stace? You there?” “Yyyyeah?” She was infinitely grateful to realise he hadn't been cut off, but her voice was still thick with suspicion. Good fortune like this was bound to come with a downside. Or at least it was bound to any time SHIELD were involved. “Did you say they offered you a probation deal? 'Cause what I said about X-Factor, I'm not frikkin' kiddin' about that, y'know?” She started tentatively. If the hellicarrier crowd weren't eavesdropping on them before, they surely had to be now. “Suggest it to them if you have to. At least that way you'd be allowed back to M-Town.” The subtext to that being that at least she'd get to see him again in a context free of cavity inspections from an uppity prison guard, telephones to hear each other and a reinforced glass barrier between them. “I can go talk to those guys myself if it helps.” She offered. Which meant a lot coming from Stacy - there was a good chance she'd run into Box, Alix or one of the other detectives who'd switched back to X-Factor after she'd royally screwed them all over. “I helped Volt out back in June...” She shrugged, and was immediately glad that Thebe couldn't see her looking so hesitant about a potential plan. “I could try askin' him to vouch for you. Dude kinda owes me a favour and he was porkin' the director of SHIELD last I heard.” There was another click on the line as someone listening in quite possibly did a spit-take. |
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| Thebe Okonma | Oct 27 2015, 07:24 AM Post #9 |
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Thebe was pretty much as street smart as a person could get, but he had faults. Pride was one of them...he was genuinely about to take the fall, and serve whatever sentence he was given just to prove that he could. But hearing Stacy's concern for him was giving him doubts, after all the deal wasn't all that bad, like Stacy said he would've at least been able to stay in Mutant Town. And despite what he would've liked people to think, along with setting aside all the trash he talked about the place. He loved Mutant Town, he had never felt at home anywhere else. Mutant Town was HIS town as far as he was concerned. The worst part of being locked up for him wouldn't have been the shitty food, or the regular ass kickings he would undoubtedly receive, but being away from Mutant Town. He'd miss Lou's pizza, he'd miss old lady Martha who's trash he always took to the street for her, and who made the best breakfast biscuits on the planet. Hell he'd even miss Stacy even if she gave him shit like the big sister he never wanted, but somehow got anyway. "Listen, I don't know. I'll think about it alright." Thebe said after a heavy sigh. "You, and I both know I'm not a fucking super hero, but if it'll get me out of this place...." Thebe added looking around the holding cell the look of disdain evident as ever. "But don't worry about me, I'm a big boy, I can take care of myself." *WHAM* The blow came suddenly, and from out nowhere...one second he was joking with Stacy on the phone, the next all he saw was a bright white flash, and he was on his ass. Pain, wasn't a sensation Thebe was particularly used to feeling, despite that he had pretty high tolerance for it. Even when he was nulled, still though the blow left, him dazed and more than a little confused. When his vision cleared though it all made sense. Lizard Bro, had finally gotten tired of Thebe being on the phone. He could only imagine him miraculously getting extra phone time out of nowhere didn't help things any. Apparently that made him mad enough for him to get some of his friends together to give Thebe a good fashioned jail house beat down, and the sudden blow Thebe had felt? Lizard Guy smacked him in the head with his lunch tray. Thebe was still trying to get himself orientated before he felt what seemed like dozens of feat stomping, and kicking him at the same time. It only lasted for about 30 seconds or though, if that before the guards came in, and got them off. Thebe barely even remembered being rescued though. All he remembered was waking up in a SHIELD infirmary, to the sounds of SHIELD scientists marveling at how apparently he didn't age, not physically anyway. "My ribs don't have me feeling all that immortal..." Thebe stated simultaneously displaying his dry sense of humor, along with letting them know that he was you know, conscious. "Oh, you're awake that's great." The female nurse/scientist/ to be honest Thebe didn't know which. "Yeah, I feel awesome." Thebe said dryly before wincing, and placing his hands on his ribs. "We ha-" She started to say something, but was cut off. "Listen I liked being poked, and prodded as much as the next science experiment." Thebe stated sarcastically. "But before we get into, whatever it is you're about to get into.I have a message I 0 need you to promise to pass along for me." Thebe said looking her in the eyes and giving her the most sincere look he was capable of. "Um, Of course?" She replied sounding, confused obviously having been put off her groove by his sudden interruption. "Tell Alex Summers, I've reconsidered." Thebe said the look on his face was flat, serious, and no non sense. An expression not often seen on the typically laid back young man's face. "Now, please. Continue with your science talk," He said, finishing with his trademark grin. |
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