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(4/13/04 9:06 am)
Sweet Misery - A Night Out at the Dying Star
The night had so far been a complete bore, in fact, the only enjoyment Angela got from this was the constant playing of music, most of which she didn't mind, she detested the techno and rave music and was beyond relieved to discover that had she come yesterday then she would have heard nothing but that insult to music the entire night. She also happened to be one of the few people who where legally allowed to drink alcohol, yet wasn't, thus making her single beverage last the entire night. Angie's 'friends' where all off, some had left and she hadn't even noticed, she may not be the most fun person to go out with, but that was because she barely new any of her new school mates and they where all here with either their boyfriends or they where hunting down some innocent victim to hook up with.
There was hardly any point in meeting anyone here, if they came here then they obviously like this type of place a lot and Angela was hardly going to date someone who's time out having fun involved drinking till they got sick. Of course not everyone who came here was like that, and even if there were a whole lot of cute guys around, all she ever did was look, hell if she was going to be stuck spending time with some jerk that would probably just run off once he got bored with her like what happens with all these girls she knows. Besides, even if she did meet someone and he turned out to be amazing, he'd bolt off the instant Fear floats up to him, so she grumpily waited for the girl who had promised to take her home to finish dancing and get ready to leave. It was only nine, even though they have been there since 6, Angela had no idea her class mates intended on staying till well after twelve, and that's if they don't meet anyone.
Thinking of Fear, Angela dully cast her eyes down to her lap, the ghostly creature of her mind resting peacefully, it's form still and motionless so not to cause Angela to get any unwanted attention. None of the others knew about Fear, Angela had always kept him hidden away from them somehow, she didn't want the new school kids to turn on her like her old school friends did. There where already some rumors spreading about her having some ghost following her, most of the people just laughed at the guy who said that but some who where paranoid about mutants or those who where different in any way would give her awful glares as if just daring her to do something to them so they could teach her some kind of lesson. It's not like she woke up one morning and decided 'Hey, I wonna be a freak, it'll be cool', it happened, and considering she loves Fear and he is only trying to help her she wouldn't give him or her powers up for anything, even if it set her apart.. with Fear around, she knew she'd never be alone.
Recently she has also been sensing strange things, the emotions of others, she could feel them, at first it was very disorientating and it still was, she got confused and sometimes thought their emotion was her own. If they where angry she'd find herself grouchy and then trying to figure out what exactly she was upset about. Right now she was rather sensitive towards the emotions of those around her, tending to mimic their state even though she wasn't attempting to do so.
TBC: Anyone - (You don't have to approach me, you may be just visiting the club on your own or with friends, there will be a fight scene a little into the night, if you have someone who you'd like to take part in that fight you can, or if you want to be the reason it starts, you may ask me in the Role Play Forum and give me your reasons and such so I know what's going on, otherwise I will NPC the fight scene myself )Edited by: x NightWalker x at: 4/26/04 4:28 am
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(4/13/04 9:02 pm)
Re: Sweet Mistery - A Night Out at the Dying Star
Taylor slowly walked into the Dying Star from the harsh cold of outside, it had been a day since he had arrived at the place known as Xaviers, and since talking with Mark and briefly with one of the Teachers he felt a little more comfortable knowing he now had somewhere to stay. He was to old to be at school now but he had a home of sorts, a place where people like him stayed, he wondered for a moment if he would be able to get a job within the building, his computing skills were impressive, maybe he could teach.
The yellow skinned mutant dismissed his thoughts with a slight wave of his hand, he didn’t want to get to ahead of himself, he hadn’t even drawn up enough courage to go and face his long lost relatives that live in the same mansion. He just hoped that they wouldn’t dismiss him straight away and that would leave him back at square one, he couldn’t stay where he was going too rejected again, like his own parents had done.
The twenty-one year old mutant had covered up well, not only to keep the deep frosty chill of outside from reaching his warm skin, but to also cover up it’s colour, since he had developed the new addition to his power, a far more obvious one, he got some awful looks off of some, as if he was going to suddenly lash out at them in a flurry of mutant anger, and so he now tended to try and cover up what he could, keep his hands in his pockets and head down. Although in this dull light his skin seemed to glow slightly as the flashing lights of the clubs dance floor swam across the room.
Taylor had come to the club to get away from the mansion for a bit, he didn’t want to accidentally bump into his relatives and so had decided to come here and think a little over a drink about what he could do, he slowly crossed the large club that had started to fill with energetic young people, Taylor pulled his coat close around him, his long wavy brown hair drooping down over his face as he proceeded to sit up at the bar on one of the stools that lined it, still not to busy to feel claustrophobic by people urging for more drinks.
Perched on the stool, he glanced around, noticing another near him, a girl, nursing a drink, staring deeply into her lap. Looking back at the barman Taylor ordered a bottle of Blue from the man and paid the required amount, looking at the dwindling amount of money he had, knowing it wouldn’t last much longer. Taking the open bottle he sipped from the top and placed it in front of him, his bright yellow hands now revealed, the barman double glanced at his skin but Taylor didn’t react, he saw no point, now realising he wasn’t going to be able to hide his skin colour if he was to be in here for any length of time he decided to just go all out and unzipped his jacket, hanging in on his chair. His bright yellow toned arms now completely revealed from his dark jacket and plain white t-shirt. Going back to his drink, his emotions flowed over him, worry, fear, panic. What were his family going to think him just turning up like this?
Placing his bottle down again he felt a pair of eyes looking at him, not like the others, the people curious about his ‘abilities’, looking to his side he once again saw the young woman not far from his till nursing her drink, but caught a glance from her, as if she could feel what he was feeling. Taylor quickly looked back down at his drink, his thoughts seeming to pool on its fizzy top, he didn’t want to stare and although still feeling her glances, ignored them as he knew she was looking around a lot, he wasn’t quite so self obsessed to think she would be focusing on him, despite what fickle problems he felt he was harbouring.
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(4/14/04 11:10 am)
Re: Sweet Mistery - A Night Out at the Dying Star
It was hard to ignore the new arrival once it's coat had been removed, at first Angela was amazed he was able to so easily remove his coat to reveal his mutancy, she didn't look different and she still worried about people finding out she wasn't normal. Though she wasn't sure for a while if she was a mutant or if Fear was some ghost that was protecting her, she slowly realized the truth, but there will always be a part of her that considers Fear as some guardian, and not just a fake image of her mind. It was easy to convince herself of this since the small gaseous creature was able to become more solid as well as able to move through things - like people for instance.
A small smile formed on her lips, the club didn't seem so evil now that she had someone who was different so close by, but she found herself filled with a mixture of emotions which where coming from various sources, but his where rather powerful, most where excited, he's were the kind that Angela was able to absorb, soak up his worries and fears, turn them into a weapon to use against him, of course she wouldn't since he hadn't done anything to hurt her.
The feelings soaked through her now, they where intoxicating on the fact that they seeped into every corner of her mind, making her worry, panic and fear though she had no real reason just yet to have such emotions running through her. It wasn't rare for mutants to be miserable, she was discovering this with her new empathy powers, any mutant with obvious mutations normally felt out of place, they had depressed and miserable feelings swirling continuously inside them. It must be hard looking different, she had a hard time fitting in when all she had was a 'friend' hovering around with her, at least she didn't have any visual abnormalities. The empathic mutant glanced rather sympathetically towards the man, her eyes unwillingly looking towards him, even if she didn't look different, she could feel what he felt and so she understood what he was feeling, even if she couldn't really know why he was feeling it.
Angela had to be the only person in the nightclub that had brought a laptop with her, it was in its carry case, a light gray colour with a black strap, all she could think of doing was sneaking off and finish doing up some posts and getting home early to talk with her friends. She was an alright writer, so her friends and her had a lot of fun doing up stories on the internet, you make up a character to be anything you want, then you play that character and have them mingle in the game as if it was real life. Of course you could do anything you want, and a lot of games where based on movies or something people just made up. In the past years of course a lot of people have been getting strange powers and it was like their fantasy worlds where coming to life. Her character was human though, just a simple human trying to fit in with a group of super powered allies. She had a whole lot of characters, but after a while she dropped most of them since she was running out of time and kept only her most active ones.
There wasn't any free tables though, maybe some far at the back, but they where for groups and people tended to look at you rather annoyed if you where one person hogging a group table. Most of her friends that she really liked where people she's never met in real life, it seemed she had more in common with them, at least she was able to spend more time playing with them, most of the people out in her real life where far too busy to want to get to know her. Sure at first Angela hadn't told any of her net friends she was a mutant, but one day she had opened up her own RPG and she wanted everyone to know who and what she was, and she expected everyone else to share their own stories as well, as a better way to get to know the people she chatted with.
Although she was terrified of how they'd respond, most where ok with her being a mutant, some of them where mutants as well! A few felt a little disgusted they had been conversing with a group of freaks but more then one of them who hadn't been too pleased realized they where still the same people they had been for the past year or more for however long they've known each other and where able to accept and get used to the idea, if anything Angela's bold move helped strengthen all their friendships.
Sometimes it made her feel out of place though, as if she was strange for wanting to rather talk with people she's never seen before instead of spending time with other people in 'real life' that she doesn't find half as interesting. Casting another glance towards the yellow man, Angela had just realized she seemed to be fidgeting more nervously with her almost full drink, her eyes darting about her cautiously as if expecting something to happen. Her mind would always try and find a reason why she would feel the way she was feeling when she absorbed other people's emotions, normally it meant trying to figure out what in her life made her feel like that. Right now she half expected someone to see Fear and start trying to hurt him.
But it was that man, with another quick look towards him she wondered why anyone feeling like he was feeling would want to be in a loud place like this. Only her thoughts where interrupted, which was probably a good thing because the guy had caught her staring earlier and he might get annoyed if she unwillingly kept glancing at him... damn her curious and 'need to be helpful' mind!
"Yo, Ang," It was one of the girls she came with, wearing a totally ridiculous top, Amy had been shivering on the way here and was demanding Angela to give her the coat she was wearing! Well Angela would have really, but she didn't like the girl much so she leaned to not allowing herself to freeze to death because this girl wanted to wear revealing things in the middle of winter. She kept looking at Angela's jeans and top as if there was something completely wrong about them, and her eyes had a habit of lingering on the nice dark brown leather belt around Angela's waist. The silver metal buckle of the belt had fake fur of white and black stripes, on the front, so if Angela just wore it with her every day things she would agree it looked weird. But it was casual enough looking to be able to wear with her black top that where a black and white fake leather-like pattern to it. The belt helped match the dark bluish-gray jeans which stood out a little with the hearts on her left thigh that where studded around the edges with goldish bronze metallic studs.
Her coat was long, falling halfway down the back of her calf’s, a soft dull black material on the outside, but the inside was filled with a warm soft gray fluff that made it extra warm for the colder months. It was a female's coat so it was designed to fit the woman's body snuggly, so even though it was a little thick, the special cut made sure not to hide the curves of her body, like some coats tended to do. The coat had been a gift to her from one of her mother's friends, it had been too small for the daughter and Katerina didn't fit into it herself either so she gave it to Angela. Now that the two where living further apart, and Angela was a little older, her mother was treating her much better, but there was still no chance she'd got home, even if she was falling dangerously behind with her rent since her boss had been so horrid in the last place she was working that not only did he under pay her but he was verbally abusive to all his workers. Quitting seemed the sane thing to do.
Which leaves her jobless and moneyless, another reason she had found herself wandering why her new classmates brought her here with such insistence since she told them she doesn't have any money to spend. But after Amy was done staring at Angela's attire - amazed that a girl would wear long sleeved top, pants, black boots without heels and the only form of make up she wore was the dark purple lipstick that had a golden shimmer to it with her purple eye shadow neatly added to her eyelids.
"Um, yeah.. like, the other's where wondering when you'd start having fun," Angela couldn't but think in reply 'Like, when I get outta this place.' in the same snobbish accent she was using. Angela half twisted as the girl grabbed her drink and walked off, watching where she was heading, they where just throwing themselves at any cute guy, even if it was obvious he had little interest in them and would most likely only use then for the night.
"Look at that Fear.." She turned back around to face the bar, rolling her eyes a little before she looked back down at the black gaseous form of her friend that sat cozily on her lap. His bright glowing red eyes peered up at her while she spoke, "We'll start having fun when something fun starts happening." Her statement was followed by a gesture of her hand as she tried to catch one of the waiters attention, pushing forward the drink that she'd been sipping at for hours and yet still looked barely touched at all.
"Coke please." Sure, there was probably lot's of other drinks she'd like much better, but it was like an instinctive request. She hated keeping people waiting, and she didn't like to look at menus too long, even though this place didn't have menus at the bar, so she would stick to her safety drink, blurting out 'Cole Please' even if she felt like something different. But it was a safe bet that all the places had that drink, if she knew a place had milkshakes, which she doubted this place would - though it did, but they where very expensive - she would prefer her chocolate milkshakes when she's bored and feeling like she was.
When she leaned down to reach for her coat pocket which had her money in it, Fear became momentarily visible, the ghostly creature's bright demonic like eyes seemed to slowly turn towards the yellow skinned mutant, mimicking Angela's curiosity towards him. But as soon as he was revealed, the creature was once again covered up as Angela returned to sitting properly, placing some coins out for the young man as he gave her the drink.
"Thank you," She smiled a little until he turned off and ignored her once more, in turn Angela gave her attention back to Fear on her lap "I'd offer you a sip, but you'd spill it everywhere like last time." Teasing him a little, she grinned as she placed her lips on the straw, quietly drinking as she pulled the glass into her hands and closer towards her. If there was one other thing she was sensitive about aside from her appearance and Fear's safety, there was her over cautious attitude towards eating and drinking, as if should she spill a single drop, make the slightest sound or even the tiniest of mess, they'd never let her live it down. Even though if everyone around her was slurping and slopping their food and drinks, she'd still have this paranoid behavior of trying to conduct herself properly, which is strange because no one has ever told her how to eat before, if asked, she'd have no idea where she got this obsessive habit from.
Wiping away any residue lipstick from her straw, as if that was somehow a terrible thing to have there even though nearly ever glass from a woman's drink had lipstick smudges on them. That was another thing she didn't understand, sure girls can look nicer with make up - or totally awful - but why would a guy want to kiss lips that have lipstick on them, they can't possibly enjoy the taste and the added fact they would have lipstick over their own lips. Angela would burst into laugher if she saw any of their dates wandering about with lipstick on their lips, people would have to think they where into that sort of thing!
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(4/17/04 5:42 pm)
Re: Sweet Mistery - A Night Out at the Dying Star
Taylor slowly finished his drink, not daring to glance back at young woman who had been looking at him. Maybe she was just another human staring at the yellow mutant, but something told him that this wasn't the same, there was something different about her.
Soon she was swamped by a group of others and then Taylor knew what the difference was; she had friends. Taylor was alone again, since his new visual mutation had come about all that were friends with him had suddenly disappeared, and then he was forced out of his home so now he is miles from anyone that even might have been a friend. Taylor downed the end of his drink and called to the barman for another. As the barman left to get Taylor his new drink, he felt a second pair of eyes on him, again different from any normal person, but again different from the young woman.
As soon as he looked over in the direction of the eyes (actually the same place as the young woman, who now had a laptop beside her) the look was gone, and no one could be seen, all of her friends had gone off to dance again and she was now nursing a new drink, but still alone.
The barman put down the second bottle of drink next to Taylor's hand and without taking his eyes of the woman, he passed the money for it. Something was making Taylor very curious but he couldn't work out what. But he was watching for an instant to long and the womans eyes slipped from her lap and back to his, for a tenth of a second he saw her eyes looking straight back at his and he paniced, quickly he broke his look, and went straight back to his drink. He didn't no what to do, he felt like leaving there and then, but he didn't want to seem more creepy than he might have already looked.
Going back to his drink he sipped, he didn't dare look back again, although something was making him want to see if she was still looking. Or if the other was looking, the one he couldn't see...Maybe I'm not the only mutant in the room he thought to himself Although this thought didn't give him any comfort with his other thoughts; he was still the one alone, and full of worry about returning to his new home.
Re: Sweet Mistery - A Night Out at the Dying Star
The car journey had been uneventful, the girls had talked quietly among themselves and the others had remained quiet.
Ben was still recovering from the shock of riding to a night club in a limo. This was the most unusual school he had ever been to. Nobody had noted the wariness with which he had entered the car for fear of how well light it was going to be.
As he got out of the limo, he realized his mistake, he shouldn't of come here. Panic flooded him as he stared at the entrance to the dying star. Just the sight of the swirling and changing coloured lights made him ill. As he looked at the others he realized that none of them had seem to notice his growing anxiety.
Luckily for him he had not put down his jacket with the rest of his stuff back in the school, and as always nestled in his pockets were his sunglasses and cap. Maybe he would be alright after all. As he put these things on,t he others started walking towards the entrance of the club and having no other option he followed.
Being studets they were let in free and as the others entered the room, enjoying each others company. A wave of nausea washed over him and he had to catch himself on the door frame so as not to fall as his unusual illness threatened to render him unconscious. As his vision blurred he wondered if any of the others had noticed his predicament.
Re: Sweet Mistery - A Night Out at the Dying Star
Even the idea of riding in a car had been a shock to the feral, and this one was rather big. She was sure she had seen it once, well, a car like it, but to say where she couldn't be sure. Inside the limo, the closeness of it all had seemed a little unnerving to the once free mutant. As she watched the world rush by out of the tinted window, she couldn't help but wonder if this was a human version of a cage. Every so often she dragged her eyes from the window, fortuantly finding she was bothered by the unnatural speed, looking at the others though remaining quiet, netural as ever.
Leaving the limo, she wondered once more why she had agreed to the excersion, and again she reminded herself that it was to at least try and appear normal. Green slit eyes stare at the building that produced the noises she had heard from similar places whilst she had roamed. Her pupils widened slightly in the limo, adjusting to the more dim light, and now they turned once more to slits, trying to filter out the sudden change in the light to avoid being blinded.
Keeping with the others as they moved into the club, she could feel every muscle in her back tense. This was perhaps a little too much for the feline mutant, not just the noise levels catching her off guard but also the amount of people. Careful to do little to attract attension, unwilling to answer any possible questions about her eyes, despite her prepared excuse, she followed the others carefully.
Perhaps because she hung back slightly, or that she shook her head slightly at the sights and sounds that now took her off guard, she noticed the movement of the other newcomer. Struggling briefly to recall the name of the young man, what she said may have easily been lost under the sounds of the music, not used to the idea of adjusting her voice to be heard over the noise.
"Are you alright?" Although Racheal may not come across at first as the friendliest of people, her now natural instinct for survival to keep to herself, it didn't mean that she did realise when things seemed wrong, nor that she didn't care. But whether or not Ben heard her question was another matter.
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(4/24/04 9:11 pm)
Re: Sweet Mistery - A Night Out at the Dying Star
It had usually been hard for Connor, Madison and Riley to enter the nightclub, mainly because the doors where lined with metal detectors to stop weapons from being brought in. Since Connor's skeletal structure was laced with a rare metallic alloy it meant that the alarms would go off. But now since Connor and most of his group where regular's there to mostly watch Angela sing, the guard turned off the alarms whenever her group approached the door.
Connor was busy placing in his special ear devices, the exact opposite of a hearing aid, the special ear plugs designed to drown out any sounds to stop the young feral from going deaf. He felt like a complete idiot wearing them, even if it was hard for people to notice the plugs unless they where staring right into his ears, which most people don't tend to do. But sometimes people think he is hearing impared, like the girl at the bar a few months ago who was basically screaming at him in while she asked conversed with him and he had trouble lip readng the girl who was exaggerating her lip movements too much or even worse when she'd speak really slowly and act as if he was one of those mentally impared people who had to spend ample of time thinking over every single word she said.
"Alright Connor I'm-" Angela looked at the feral next to her as she began to talk but paused since he was letting his eyes wander about for a spare table of booth they could sit in. Carefully tugging on his shirt to catch his attention, offering Connor a quick smile as he glanced down at her before she started her sentance again, "I'm going backstage now to get ready," Giving Angela a small nod as she turned off and made her way through the crowd, Connor then glanced at Heath and pointed towards one of the back tables.
"Come on this way guys," Connor called back to Racheal and Ben, his eyes where always a little dazed by the lights and his sensitive vision made it hard for him to sit too close to the dance floor, "I hope you don't mind if we sit in one of the booths," He yelled out apologetically, the lights hurt his eyes and the others don't mind sitting away from the dance floor, it gives them all a chance to talk anyway, since the booths are just tables along the wall but they have small walls between the tables, the seats are just benches on the walls, but they where much more comfortable then the tables.
Since the lights where too dazzling for Connor at the moment, he couldn't see Ben's ill looking expression or Racheal tending to him, nor could he hear her question to the other older mutant. But His hand was holding on to Heath's arm, so when Heath moved off with Lauren, Connor was carefully guided along with them, his eyes blinking against the flashing lights.
"Lauren, may we order soon?" Heath looked really eager to eat, though he couldn't be blamed, he had after all had a small breakfast and his lunch was simply an apple while busying himself with other things. Heath also liked this word 'order' when you ask people for food, it was like they where royalty or he was a Knight again and he had people serving him his things.
Connor slipped into the booth first, he always went to sit with his back to the wall or with his back to the dance floor, more often the wall since he was the only one who seemed never to get up and down and so it was easier for him to stay out of peoples way by sitting in the center of the bench that run across the wall. It was much better back here, the walls of the booth where their table was hidden in meant that the pulsing lights and shifting coloured beams didn't affect them.
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(4/25/04 1:57 pm)
Re: Sweet Mistery - A Night Out at the Dying Star
Stepping out of the limo Lauren could already hear music from outside. The loudness didn’t bother her, except on the occasions that the music they played was not her type. Well, no one ever likes listening to something they dislike and when it’s loud it’s just plain annoying! Once inside she looked around, the flickering lights not always being the best source of light. But enough to make out the things or people you wanted to find.
The first time she had come to the Dying Star she was amazed by everything since she had never seen the inside of a nightclub before. Her face had lit up at the sight of… everything! It still was exciting coming here, even though Lauren had been there a fair amount of times it always seemed different each time she came, even if it didn’t to the others.
Looking away from the flickering lights and the large groups of people, the luck-altering mutant looked over to the others she had come with. Seeing Angela leave she looked over to Racheal who was next to the other new mutant, who seemed to be having a little trouble standing. A slightly worried look appeared on her face, but before she could think about offering her assistance as well she was distracted by Connor talking and then heading off to the booth, luckily Racheal was there if Ben needed help.
"Lauren, may we order soon?" Lauren looked over to the Knight as he asked eagerly about ordering food. Without even meaning to do so, Lauren had skipped lunch, just realising that now that Heath had brought up the topic of food. It wasn’t often that she would skip meals, but since she had a packet of potato chips while she was supposed to be doing an assignment it kept the hunger away. Sure, it wasn’t the healthiest food to fill in a meal but at least she wasn’t starving.
"Sure. You know what you want to eat?" The luck-altering mutant replied before taking a seat opposite from Connor, she reached out for a small leaflet that was on the table that had a list of the different foods, and drinks, and had a quick glance over the menu to see what she might want to order. Nothing seemed to shout out ‘eat me’, so she pushed it to her side so someone else could read it if they wish, deciding to make up her mind in a moment or two.
"If using my power to help my Footy team is cheating, I guess I can’t give myself a little luck before my Science Test then?"
Re: Sweet Mistery - A Night Out at the Dying Star
Ben attempted to follow the others but found that he could no longer focus on details. His vision had broken down so that he could now only make out the individual light and dark light particles. The particles of swirling light that were impacting his exposed skin were mesmerizing and yet as he stared around in bewilderment some part of his subconscious was screaming at him to get to somewhere more shadowed.
As if in a trance Ben started to follow the patterns of dark light that were his to control as part of his power. As he advanced through the club only narrowly avoiding walking into people his trance like state grew deeper. He now no longer had any concept of where he was or what he was doing. His conscious mind was receding further and further inside his subconscious.
All that mattered to him now was the dark light and its improbable properties. As he concentrated on it, the individual particles started to coalesce and form winding strands up his arm. Some small part of him looked on in horror as for the first time in his life he openly displayed his powers in a crowded places. He knew this wasn't right and that it was dangerous but as his body's reactions to light took over he was powerless to stop himself. Fear took hold of him and he wrenched his gaze from the dark light and glanced around the room for anyone that could help him.
Re: Sweet Mistery - A Night Out at the Dying Star
Her vision having cleared dramatically on entering the club, she was silently thankful for the swift adjustment of her eyes. Racheal had been trying to figure out what was wrong with Ben, and had not noticed the others leave, so when the other newcomer started to wander off, she had turned to the others to try and get their attention, only to find them gone.
Her own memories of gaining her powers, and the initial lack of control, was so faded that she had near forgotten that any mutant may have trouble controlling their powers, and she was unaware that even few than those that could had had their powers as long as had at her age. And so perhaps that was why the initial idea of this other having problems because of his power didn't strike her, but it was still obvious that something was wrong. Vaguely realising then that Connor had shouted to them before above the music, at the time she had still be trying to adjust to the rather excessive noise and so had not really noticed, her eyes turned away from the wandering mutant and towards what she could only assume to be the booths. Finally finding the small group over the heads of the various people who blocked her way, she paused only for a moment as she resisted the slight urge to simple avoid the situtation completely.
Reminding herself that she had promised herself to try and make things work, she also decided that she wasn't exactly capable of looking after someone who seemed to be in so much trouble. Ever thankful of her agility, she manage to work her way reasonably easily towards the booth, still ignoring the urge to just go and find a nice place to curl up and hide in. This place was bad enough to the feral without any added problems. It hadn't taken the feline mutant long to reach the booth, though to her it felt longer, and still unsure how to make herself heard over the music, she simply tapped the table before pointing towards Ben.
"Something seems really wrong guys.." Her voice a little louder than before, she was glad the music by the booth was quieter, and was more hopeful of being heard, or at least understood, her eyes turning again to the new mutant.
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(4/26/04 1:28 am)
Re: Sweet Mistery - A Night Out at the Dying Star
At first Connor hadn't understood what Racheal had said, he never learned how to lip read, he just gradually picked it up over time, so it was still vague for him to understand everything. But he glanced over towards where she was poining and stared at Ben, Connor knew about Riley's medical condition that meant he was effected differently towards pulsing light compared to other people, at this point Connor was the only one who knew, so it had been also another reason they often snuck to the back, st least the mutants where mostly shielded by the lights back here.
The brotherly need to protect his sisters was so much a part of Connor's personality that it tended to effect him towards situations where others where in trouble as well, it's what made him able to become a student team leader. Pulling one of his legs up onto the bench they sat on, Connor moved to stand up on the seat beside Heath who was blocking his exist, stepping over the human and dropping down onto the ground beside Racheal. Unlike everyone else in the cliub, all Connor heard was a soundless and empty world, it felt really lonely when no sounds could be heard to comfort his mind, it just seemed to isolate Connor even further from all those around him.
Squinting his eyes a little, Connor tried to located Ben's form amongst all the others, it was just bright bursts of lights in all sorts of colours and black shadows of bodies, though some where slightly coloured from the light that caressed their figures. Hurrying off towards the other mutant, Connor's shoulders tended to bump into some of the people he rushed passed but not many even bothered to glance back at him. It was more Connor's ability to located Ben's powers that where familiar from their meeting in the front hall and then Connor's strong sense of smell that had helped the feral track his location.
Connor appeared beside Ben, though it only now just occured to Connor how pathetic it may be for him to try and assist the guy since he was partially being blinded by the lights and he was currently deaf, he wouldn't even know what was wrong if Connor's ability didn't involve sensing and absorbing other peoples powers at will. Connor turned his back to the bright lights, pushing aside his negative thoughts and focusing on the matter at hand, being a power absorbing mutant had many advantages, one being, he could use any power from a mutant he has had contact with for the past few hours and use it to his advantage.
'Forgive me Ben, with my sensitive hearing I am forced to wear these things that drown out all sounds, I hope you do not mind that I talk to you in this way since I can not read your lips right now, nor can I hear what you say.'
Letting his thoughts enter the other mutants mind via the telepathic abilities he had absorbed from Mrs Summers earlier that day during his later classes. Connor's eyes where closed so to on lookers it might be an odd sight to see him standing there instead of talking to the mutant. It was far to difficult for Connor to reach out and touch someone, even if in a form of comfort, only if he was helping the person somehow, like pulling them out of the way or lifting them off the ground, things like that, reaching out and offering a comforting touch was far to alien for the feral mutant to attempt unless it was something he felt he just had to do.
'Would you like me to take you outside? Our table is shelterd from the lights if you still wanted to stay, if you wish to leave, I would not mind leaving with you.'
It was all Connor could offer, though he was a little nervous at the thought of leaving with the older person who was still a stranger to the younge Wolverine.
The first step to forgiveness is telling the truth.
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(4/25/04 8:24 pm)
Re: Sweet Misery - A Night Out at the Dying Star
ooc: Don't everyone rush up and mention I have a typo in the title or anything *Fixes it*
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Little else could distract Marc's attention once the yellow skinned mutant had arrived, and had the human Agent been aware that even more mutants had arrived he would have even been more disgusted. He only had short amounts of time off from work because of how much effort and time he put into serving the Initiative and A.Corp. While he had been admiring a few of the local girls the foul sight of the filthy freak had rudely disturbed him.
Using his keen Agent instincts and smarts he was easily able to keep himself discreet while studying the black haired and yellow skinned mishap of nature. There was a pause before he sipped from his glass while his pale blue, green speckled eyes moved over towards the two boys near him. Some people have mistaken his eyes for being a pale grey from a distance, he would probably have far more character in his face if his eyes where a darker shade of brilliant blue. The hand that wasn't holding his glass of light bubbling beer with a coat of froth upon it was resting on the bar top, clenching and unclenching as ripples of uncontrolled anger would threaten to unleash itself upon that disgusting mistake of nature.
Before the Initiative and A.Corp had gotten hold of Marc, back when he was John Hardy, back in the years that have now been wiped from his memories, he was such a more kind natured man, so open minded and care free, loving the company of others and just wanting to find a good friend amongst the crowd. Now he had one sole obsession drilled into him by the companies that have taken complete control of his life; his need to rid the world of disgusting and dangerous mutants and wretchedly hideous demons.
As horrible as he may seem at times, especially towards mutants, he really did believe he was the righteous man, just trying to fix what God released upon the world by accident. His mind so warped and twisted by the corporations that command him that he wouldn't be able to understand that mutants are humans as well, just with different looks or abilities or both.
Getting up off the seat, not able to get out and about enough to know that this club was welcoming to mutants (As far as he was aware they weren't welcomed anywhere, and if they where then the humans where traitors in his mind), making his way over towards Taylor, unaware in that small distance he had already passed a handful of mutants. Letting his body stop beside Taylor, staring rather indignantly at the creature as he spoke with a calm, yet uncaring voice.
"I think you ought to leave," He thought he was being pretty generous towards the man, normally Marc would have tried to capture and take the mutant back to A.Corp for examination and experimentation purposes.
Re: Sweet Mistery - A Night Out at the Dying Star
through his struggle to remain in some sort of control of his powers. Ben caught sight of a figure he recognized. Although he had no clear idea who it was, he could not help the feeling of relief that washed over him and nearly cost him the same amount of clarity that remained.
'Forgive me Ben, with my sensitive hearing I am forced to wear these things that drown out all sounds, I hope you do not mind that I talk to you in this way since I can not read your lips right now, nor can I hear what you say.'
As Connors words.....well thoughts registered, the panic was back. How could he help him if he could see or hear him.
After a short moment Ben came to the realization that he was not going to be able to get himself out of this alone, he needed physical help, and yet the idea of anyone touching him scared him beyond belief.
His mind when back to his childhood memories, of mornings before his condition was diagnosed. When his mother would enter the room she would find his in this comatosed state. And in a panic she would run and shake him till he came out of it. What scared him was that at that first contact she had with him his body would let out a wave of darklight.
He couldn't let that happen here,there had to be a solution, maybe they could get away with it.....if he made the surge big enough it could look like a power cut.
'Would you like me to take you outside? Our table is sheltered from the lights if you still wanted to stay, if you wish to leave, I would not mind leaving with you.'
Connors thoughts broke his concentration, and as he fought to channel his thoughts back towards Connor in the vain hope that he might understand what was going on.
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(4/26/04 3:24 pm)
Re: Sweet Misery - A Night Out at the Dying Star
Although no words formed in reply to Connor's offer, he half worried he had scared the boy, it would not be the first time Connor's abilities frightened someone into avoiding him, though normally it was when they saw his claws. Only there was a shift of ideas, plans forming in the back of his mind, Connor's eyes moved blindly towards where Lauren was, getting an idea on how to help, though he would feel guilty for ruining Angela's performance. But he knew she would not mind if it was to help someone, unlike Lauren, and all other mutant powers Connor absorbed, he would use with skill their abilities, another reason he and his sister Madison where sought after by one of the powerful organizations that where working on removing the powers from mutants and replicating them into their soldiers, enhancing and amplifying the already powerful and dangerous threat that A.Corp posed already to the X-Men and all the rest of man kind.
'Do it, I'll help.'
Sometimes Connor's sister would help him when he felt like getting angry, they'd go down to the War Room and have a duel, if he got too angry his personality would shift and he'd become so keen to get into a fight that if he didn't like someone he'd push all their buttons until they lost their temper and would start a fight with him. Connor always felt bad when this happened, so his sisters would lure him away and help him curb his temper most of them got from their father, though he was the best at locking it away in the back of his mind, it just meant when he did get mad it would just be an explosion of anger towards anyone who irritated him.
If he didn't have his sisters helping him so often, along with all the teachers that put time aside to help him while they where growing up, then there was no telling where he'd be now. If someone needed help with their powers, Connor understood enough and knew from experience how grateful he was towards anyone who would help keep both his powers and his temper under control. Though it was had to hide bone claws that pierced through his knuckles uncontrollably while he was younger.
Focusing his mind as he waited for Ben to make his move, Connor directed a surge of bad luck energy to form in the area around him, there was a flicker of electricity that sparked about the lights, the speakers going dead a moment later when the power blacked out from a short circuit. Connor just guiltily hoped it wasn't going to ruin too many peoples night, they could fix the problem, and it just might take a couple of minutes.. or maybe a little longer..
The first step to forgiveness is telling the truth.
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(4/26/04 11:26 pm)
Re: Sweet Misery - A Night Out at the Dying Star
The drink was only half drunk by the time the man approached the other yellow skinned mutant, Angela let her eyes wander over towards them as the human spoke rather coldly demanding Taylor to leave. Angela half glared at Marc for the nerve of the guy asking such a thing!
"Well then it's a good thing no one asked what you think," The words seemed to blurt out without her really thinking over them, or what dangers they could risk causing, if there was one thing she dispised it was racist pigs like this jerk. The lights flickered out a moment later though, and she couldn't help but feel the presence of fear nearby, strong fear, it was fueling her powers, as if begging her to scare the guy who was acting as if he had more of a right to the club then any mutants.
With all the fear about her she felt her own emotions begin to soak in the same feeling though, she was afraid of something again, she just couldn't figure out what, she wanted to get out of here, away from all the fear that was confusing her own emotions. Wait, she wasn't afraid, she was angry! She just had to focus on that fact, ignore the flooding fear that was drenching the air around her as some people panicked. Others where taking a chance with the black outs to sneak kissing and such from their dates, the feeling of desire running also in the air and Angela's mind picking up on those emotions as well, which was odd, even if it was faint, normally she only feels the fear around her.
Re: Sweet Misery - A Night Out at the Dying Star'Do it, I'll help.'
At Connors signal, Ben started to concentrate his energy on the flowing particle. The swirling flow of the formed a pattern around the room. Because of the flashing lights trying to make it into a solid block that would look like a power cut was not going to be easy.
As his mind receded again the dark light started to take form, he made it so that it would surround the all the people int he room so that even if he missed part of it they would all be plunged into darkness. He focused all the control he had ever possessed into the one effort and waited for Connors touch.
As the other mutant pushed him slightly, he let go, and concentrated with all his might on the particle so that they would materialize. Little did he know that Connor had endeavored to create a real black out, to hide his power induced one.
The jolt that ran through him caused him to fall backwards and due to the lack of light he was forced to find the nearest wall or surface. As things had it he ended up at the bar jostling several people on the way. As he waited for things to return to normal he edged his way back toward where he remembered the door being, hoping that Connor would follow.
As the other people in the club whispered nervously in the dark, Ben couldn't help but think that as first days go this was probably the worst one in history. What were the others going to think of him. Oh well he'd made his bed now he was going to have to lie in it.
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(4/26/04 10:09 pm)
Re: Sweet Misery - A Night Out at the Dying Star
More and more students from Xaviers had started to flood in, it wasn't surprising really, it was the closet club to the mansion and it was also a place that allowed people of nearly all ages, just some obvious alcohol restrictions. The site of all these chummy friends just made Taylor sink a little deeper into his pit of self wallowing, the closest things he currently had to friends or family were an aunt, uncle and cousin that didn't know he was in town, let alone staying in their own home. A young, overexcitable lad that he had met when turning up late at Xaviers, and now a young woman who had seemed to take a little interest in him, but for once it wasn't the kind of interest he disliked.
That interest however came back nice and quickly, he knew he would get stares, looks, even whispers about his now yellow skin, but one man in the whole club stood out like a sore thumb, the disgust in his eyes clear, the physical hatred seemed to pore from his every movement. Taylor wanted to keep his head down and not get into any trouble, he had always been quick to act and he didn't want to get into any trouble yet, not on his first full day in this part of town.
Due to his attempts to keen his head down, he didn't notice the now desperate situation going on behind him and since the young woman with the laptop had moved to a different table he was unable to see much of her anymore, the lights not seeming to dance into the corner she had chosen, she had sunk slowly into the darkness where he was unable to see. His mind lingered on her for a moment, he was curious to know why she stared, and why her stares felt so different from that of any of the others, especially the guy he was trying to avoid looking at.
Curiousity however got the better of him, and he found his eyes tracing back along the bar and over to where the human had been sitting, but too Taylor's astonishment he had gone, for an instant Taylor released a sigh of releief, he had had enough mutant hatred over the past few days to fill him for life. But that sson changed when the cool chilling voice fo the man came from Taylor's other side;
"I think you ought to leave," As the words of bitterness poured and registered into Taylor's mind, the lights were suddenly cut and darkness enveloped them. Taylor was lucky though, his electric fast reactions allowed his eyes to quickly ajust to the new darkness and his full wave of trapped emotions spewed out as he replied to the mutant hater.
"I really don't think your in any position to tell me what to do," Taylor said slowly raising from his seat, squaring up to the slightly smaller man, his yellow skin glowing ever so slightly in the darkness. Taylor wanted nothing more but to shock this guy into place and show him that it wasn't nice to be prejudice, but for the moment Taylor held onto his temper, even if it was by a very fine thread. "Now I suggest you move along, and leave me alone, as I'm not exactly in the mood for more problems." Taylor's chillingly deep and cold voice mimicked the humans slightly, but there was something about it that made it seem that little bit more dangerous.
Re: Sweet Misery - A Night Out at the Dying Star
Blinded for a moment as darkness took over the club, her eyes swiftly widdened to absorb any possible inkling of light, though the complete lack of it meant that even her feline eyes couldn't make complete sense of the situation. Despite that, she still managed to catch the occassional movement, though it was black against black, she quietly settled the feral within her that felt confused at what her feline side felt as an unnatural lack of light.
Throughout the short episode after warning the others, she had remained nearly motionless, watching the scene unfold, the lack of control over anything yet again alittle unnerving, and as the feline within her grew used to the darkness, she sighed slightly. Score another one for unusual, she thought as a tick went against one of the many mental lists she had made since that morning. Well, at least things didn't seem to be very boring in this place. She turned now to Lauren and Heath, not saying anything, but more making sure that they were actually still close by. The urge to trust her instincts in the dark and morph a cat so at least she could use their sensitive whiskers to find her way was stronger than normal, and so she resolved to settle it by showing herself that there was nothing to worry about.
The discontinuation of noise however did make her smile. The whisperings of nervous people didn't unnerve her, as she was pretty sure that most of them would still have little vision in the darkness, and so she couldn't really imagine them acting upon what had happened yet. Finally deciding to speak, she kept her voice lowered slightly, so to the casual listener she would sound like little more than a normal human talking nervously to her friends. "Please tell me this is just a bad day.." Her tone was light, and in the darkness, her grin that showed the elongated canines was not visable, but silently she did wish that most days would be what the feral mutant would consider normal for people with a 'home'. The school might be different from most places, but she still held a stereotypical view of such places.
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(4/27/04 4:43 pm)
Re: Sweet Misery - A Night Out at the Dying Star"I really don't think your in any position to tell me what to do," Well, legally he was, he could arrest Taylor for what he just said, after all, threatening a government offical was against the law.. so what if Marc started it, he could twist everything into his favor. "Now I suggest you move along, and leave me alone, as I'm not exactly in the mood for more problems." There was a smug smirk spreading across Marc's lips, did this mistake of nature thing he was scary? It was sickening really, just more proof as to why freaks like this one ought to be terminated on sight, but before Marc could reply something bumped into him.
The first instinct Marc had was to withdraw his weapon or grab at whatever had knocked him, but by the time he spun about the body had already moved off, or whoever did it hadn't intended to do it so they didn't pay Marc any attention. The Agent turned back around angrily to face Taylor, looking almost accusingly towards the mutant, blaming him for not only the bump he had felt but for the power going out as well.
"Actually, I am in the perfect position to tell you what to do, you hideous abomination, you're under arrest for disturbing the peace and threatening an Agent of the Government." Marc held up his photo I.D. with the badge, though he hardly cared if it was near impossible to see "I suggest you come along quietly, before you get yourself into any further trouble you disgusting mishape of nature."Although he was trying to keep his cool, it was easy to tell he was angry, his voice was seething just at the thought he had to talk to this monstrosity God was stupid enough to let loose upon Earth, his hand rested on the handle of his gun, one can be pretty cocky and arrogent when you not only carry a weapon, but have both the law and the government on your side.
Re: Sweet Misery - A Night Out at the Dying Star
As Ben came in sight of the door, he turned back and wondered what had really happened back there. The lights were still out and showed no sings of coming back on anytime soon. He knew he had not caused the power cut, his powers didn't work in that way, and it just seemed to be to much of a coincidence for it to have been an accident.
Anyway one of the others would probably know. Speaking of the other where had they all disappeared of to? From the moment he had walked into the dying star he had lost track of them. They had probably just found a table somewhere and made themselves comfortable. As for Connor it seems to him that the other mutant had been looking for an excuse to leave.
So in order not to be left on his own Ben stationed himself by the door, taking the opportunity to get reused to the light intensity, and waited for Connor to make his way there. He was hoping that he hadn't gotten himself into to much trouble.
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(4/27/04 10:52 pm)
Re: Sweet Misery - A Night Out at the Dying Star
ooc: Hey! You get a short post for that comment Will! Angela didn't walk off to a table.. Angie's still at the bar..*Points to girl who feels overlooked and unloved* Don't get me mixed up with the blonde haired girl who's singing called Angela! I'm muuuuuch prettier *Flicks hair* ...*coughs and hacks while trying to act cool by smoking* x_x
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Well most certainly that was the single most stupid thing Angela has ever heard, how can he be arrested for disturbing the peace when he hasn't done anything!? The dark just made this a better chance for Angela to send Fear in for some pay back for mutant kind everywhere who has suffered such arrogent insults from this jerk!
Of course, Angela Clarice had little idea that his fear would cause so much trouble, if she had known she most definitely wouldn't have let Fear go and scare the guy! But the ghostly friend from Angela's imagination, that was created as a side effect of her powers, flew away from the safety of her lap, and entered Marc's body unnoticed from his back. Fear instantly filled his mind with a false illusion, but Angela didn't know the man carried a gun, so she had no idea as to how he would react. But all the same she didn't want to get in trouble so the 19 year old grabbed up her coat and laptop while Fear began working on scaring Marc, creeping her way towards the door so that when Fear was finished, like usual, they could just make an unnoticed escape.
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...*coughs and hacks while trying to act cool by smoking* x_x
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