This is a private thread between myself and my sister,
currently she is in training, so bare with us for a while.
- Taking place Wednesday the 14th of March -
The morning was boring, as it always was in Porter's opinion, wake up, go to class, the only twist in events were the witty comments shot at him and even that wasn't so great since people could use their stale routines and still find it amusing. The night hadn't provided the pink mutant with the best of sleeps, a few students down the hall managing to keep the entire hallway awake until one of the teachers had come to put an end to the ruckus at about 2 when students really started complaining.
Being tired met that the pearl-eyed young man found it hard to be bothered with the usual load of insults thrown his way, which as always meant that people tended to grow bored teasing and moved on with something else to keep themselves amused.
In the walk to the food hall, Porter found himself easily distracted, his eyes somewhat heavy though at the same time he didn't feel too exhausted that it bothered him. On the other hand, just because he wasn't being so outward as he usually became when people bothered the youth, it didn't mean Porter's attitude was any less negative. A few people who passed in the halls and held eye contact for a duration Porter considered 'a moment too long' and so received a rather weary and unfriendly passing glare.
Turning one corner, while looking over his shoulder to give two other girls one more glare for good measure, as they had later giggled at his expression, the pink skinned mutant found himself colliding into yet another student loitering in the halls. While he was slightly taller then her, he still stumbled a little, his exhaustion helping throw Porter off balance a little more.
There was a mumbled apology, so quiet and rather off hand with no real emotion to it other then a touch of grumpiness, if the student actually managed to catch what he said or not Porter didn't really care, after all, it was her fault for standing around in the hall and ultimately in his way!
Angie: Well, so new into posting and Ruby already experienced the evils of losing a postie, lol... poor little sis..well, have to admit, she's a better poster then I gave her credit for... but that isn't saying much *points and laughs at sis*
Meshel was glad that the last class was over, it went for about 2 hours. Meshel was bending down to do up her sandals because they came undone, she was waring a dress with a couple of skulls on the front and pink ones on the back. And her sandals are black with white and red skulls on it, and she had a skull bandana on. Meshel went a little red in the cheeks, but smiled “Eh sorry!” mumbled Meshel to the dude that bumped into her. “Meshel, I got to go bye!” Meshel looked around to say bye to her friend, Meshels friends name is Tiger,
Meshels friend Tiger was really called Amanda, but with her obsession with large cats her friends started to call her by the name of her most beloved feline, the tiger. When Tiger was born Janna (her mother) was so weak that at the age of 2 Tiger’s mum died in her sleep by then Janna was so weak that her body couldn’t work any more and just shut down. Her dad said to her that when she is older she can go to this special school for gifted kids. When Tiger turned 13 her father sent her to Xavier’s after an incident with her newly developing powers. Tiger’s power comes from her eyes, when she focuses on something very hard she can shoot invisible beams of lasers from her eyes and they burn on contact.
The horse morpher looked back at the guy that bumped into her, “Watch where you are going because I’m not going to be so nice next time.” Said Meshel with a bit of an attitude, and turned around flicking her hair a little. Meshel turned ti leave for the lunchroom when she heard some one call her name out. She looked around the dude that bumped into her was just standing there, then she looked beyond him and she saw her friend, Her friends name is Katie.
Katie was named after her grandmother, Katie Bell Marshal, Katie’s mums name was Jazzmin Marshal. Jazzmin died when Katie was just 12 turning 13 just the day after the funeral but Katie really didn’t want to have any more birthdays. After the same day of her birthday it was a going away party too, right after every one said good bye to her, Katie’s father drove her all the way to Xavier’s, that was two years ago.
“Hi Meshel!” said Katie. “Hey!” replied Meshel. “What’s wrong?” asked Katie. “Eh he bumped into me!” replied Meshel. “That’s not so bad?” said Katie. “Yea you are probably right Katie!” replied Meshel. “Oh I got to go bye!” said Katie with a frown from just saying bye. Meshel just watched Katie run around the corner, her book was covered with horse drawings, and her other book was covered with dragons because before she left she found that book it had a name on it Angela Clarice. Meshel thinks that this girl has a thing for dragon’s or she can transform into one!
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The pink skinned mutant offered a rather displeased frown, but more out of the incident then the actual girl herself, who had managed to steady herself a little more easily then Porter had in his hasty attempt to recover. “Eh sorry!” Although a faint shade touched her cheeks, Porter made no notice, nor did he care to wait around and listen to the chit chat of girls in the hallway.
“Meshel, I got to go bye!” There was a brief brush of Porter's hand down the front of his shirt, the white open collar t-shirt had it's sleeves rolled up out of habit and a comfortable pair of dark grey jeans were next in line to receive a straightening. While most people were always a little put off by the purple skin, some had actually seen beyond the shade of colour and studied the carefully honed body, though Porter wasn't bulky he was definitely well shaped and obviously worked out enough to shape some fairly attractive features. All of which were usually hidden away with long sleeved tops and trousers in attempts of hiding the discoloured skin he was born with.
Just as Porter was readying to make his way past the slender girl, he was forced to pause in hesitation as she looked back at him and parted her lips, stern words spilling out and causing a spark of negativity to flare from the male mutant.
“Watch where you are going because I’m not going to be so nice next time.” Of all the arrogance!!! Quite honestly Porter found himself stunned, not that he wasn't used to people being rude and stuck up, but the comment had appeared to come from nowhere considering the time that had past since he walked into her, at least as far as Porter was concerned. A frown formed very quickly as Porter watched her turn to leave, the pink skinned mutant not one to let others have the last word if he could help him and yet his come back was interrupted by another voice calling out for the girls attention.
“Hi Meshel!” Was there a new popular kid on the block that Porter had missed? With Meshel being younger then him by two years it meant they didn't have the same classes or school activities and Porter hardly paid any attention to the people around him so it wasn't such an impossible thought that he just never noticed her before.
"If that's what you call nice, you obviously don't know it's definition!" Porter blurted out with annoyance clear on his voice, hardly caring to watch as the other girl had ran off and left him alone with who he gathered was called Meshel. His body faced her and his pearl eyes focused on the girl, everything about Porter tended to radiate a sense of argumentativeness.
Re: Colision of the anti-social“If that’s what you call nice, you obviously don’t know its definition!”she faced the pearl eyed mutant, it was like he dropped a bomb the horse shifting mutant thought about screaming blue murder but went against it because she doesn’t like to get into trouble by the teachers, she’s thinking about slapping him across the face but she restrained her self, the horse mutant was getting frustrated and angry!
“Oh you μαλακά, you are a pin-head!” said Meshel her voice soft but form. “Ι am going to….. slap you if you don’t be careful!" Said Meshel. She walked a little way up to Porter, her glare telling him for a fact that she is not happy, she looked around looks like every one went out side she thought, now she’s feeling angry to a little mad but she just kind of glared at him she doesn’t know what to say but she’s thinking what to say next, she glanced out side and saw Katie and Tiger playing with there powers and doing cart wills and handstands she looked at Porter. Maybe if she didn’t push everyone away she’d not be standing here alone watching two other friends enjoying themselves in a distance. Well… never too late to try and place nice right? At least this dude didn’t look dorky like many of the bookworms in the school.
“What is your name any ways?” Asked Meshel her voice a little stern but nice. Meshel didn’t realize she said it in Greek however, a minuet later she realized that she spoke in Greek. “Sorry!” Said Meshel. “What’s ya name.. what kind of powers do you have?” Asked the horse mutant. He just had this look on his face that made Meshel so irritated but didn’t show it, the horse mutant opened her mouth then thought better and then closed it. The frustrated horse mutant just glared at the pink pearl eyed mutant, Meshel looked out side and saw that most of the students were coming in side to get lunch but her friends Katie and Tiger were out side playing.
“I’m sorry for before ok? I’m not having a good day.” said Meshel…she opened her mouth to make a snide comment but thought of the next couple of weeks of guilt then closed her mouth. She had a look of annoyance and anger but she looked like she was going to kill some one, she looked at Porter with a look argumentative frustration, but her eyes tell different, tell of a sadness and loneliness... “So….!” Meshel started to say of but trailed of wile looking at Katie and Tiger playing out side, she wanted to be nice to him and say sorry but she couldn’t find the curage to say it, the sun was shining brightly and strongly and the trees caught the breeze of the wind gently in their leaves.
“I would like to apologise to you but I can’t seem to get it out of me…” Meshel said with a lot of confidence in her voice, she gave a side look out side. “I’m really sorry!” Said Meshel looking into the pearl eyed mutant. Porter still made no attempt to reply, which frustrated her more, despite the fact she had confused him she still felt he could at least make nice since she put up the effort now. With a glare and flick of her hair as she turned her head away from him, the horse mutant went into the lunchroom, the whole place was packed and the hall was buzzing with activity, only one table was free with three other friends of Meshel’s on it saving a place for her, so Meshel went up to get her food and went to sit with her friends.
Re: Colision of the anti-social
“If that’s what you call nice, you obviously don’t know its definition!” Sharp eyes narrowed, the feminine gaze outlined with carefully applied make up which offered darker shakes that enhanced her feline glare and the fiery attitude was almost enticing, though bitterly annoying. Porter wasn’t one to think too much, appearances were one aspect however that he found himself fixated on, and for the snappy sounding brat before him definitely had a few points extra in the attractive scale. The fact she seemed to insulted and taken back by his comment made Porter slightly confused, he wondered if she had been surprised that he made a snide comment or that he got angry or if she was just appealed by the fact he actually dared talk back to her… it wouldn’t be the first time something like that had happened.
“Oh you μαλακά, you are a pin-head!” Far from a raised voice but still a poison slithered within the words, she was angry and Porter was torn between walking away, standing there and ignoring her, or snapping back. “Ι am going to….. slap you if you don’t be careful!" Slap him?! Porter’s tension mounted more, his muscles tightening in anger at the audacity of this stupid girl, who did she think she was?! The lavender mutant straightened his posture and grew rigid as the Meshel approached him, his jaw tensed and his own eyes narrowed as they glowered at her.
There was something distracting her, something strangely deep that although Porter knew there was *something* he had no idea what it could be, she was angry, yet looked miserable, and her attention kept focusing on the window. A change seemed to come, her eyes returning to him, still less then loveable but at least some of the ice in her demeanour had thawed a little.
Words were spoken, and since they were in a language that Porter didn’t know and a tone that was less then cheery, he automatically assumed he was getting more insults thrown at him.
“Sorry!” For what? Often Porter thought his adopted parents were too faced around him but this girl definitely replaced them on that mantle. “What’s ya name.. what kind of powers do you have?” His name?! She threatens to slap him and asks his name? What a psycho! Porter frowned, his toned arms fidgeting unhappily, dropping to his sides and then folding firmly across his chest as his pearl gaze narrowed resentfully at the girl.
“I’m sorry for before ok? I’m not having a good day.” Didn’t look like she was having an ok day, it didn’t look like she was even sorry enough to keep her mouth firmly shut. At least she was wise enough to shut up, whatever comment she was going to make remained unsaid. Right now he hardly cared to look at her, his face turning away, half wanting to just shove past her and go get something to eat, half wanting to turn and just walk off and put this whole thing behind him. Her voice spoke out once again however, and this time Porter ignored her, letting his attention drift to the windows and watching some of the scattering of students as they sat on the lawn and eat their lunches outside. “So….!”
“I would like to apologise to you but I can’t seem to get it out of me…” It was unintentional but Porter’s eyes gave a roll of annoyance as she kept talking, he hardly cared about what she had to say or the fact she wanted to apologize, couldn’t this brat just leave him alone? “I’m really sorry!” He didn’t want to hear it!! Even if she looked more sincere now he didn’t want to think about her or anything she had to say to him, he’d rather be angry at her and feel no guilt then be angry at her and have her trying to make nice. Why were girls so weird!? He just wanted a peaceful lunch, and she robbed him of that, like everyone else seemed to rob him of one thing or another, was it too much to ask for a simple, peaceful day?! As the girl spun about on her heels and walked off into the lunch room, Porter turned about as well, but instead stormed off towards his next class, sure he’d be early, but right now he’d rather be anywhere by in the same hall as that ranting female lunatic.
Thread Closed.
TBC: Later... have to talk with Rubz about where and when.
*points and laughs at sis*
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