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(5/1/04 6:41 pm)
Re: Sweet Misery - A Night Out at the Dying Star
"It's going to be alright, I'm so sorry, this is my fault, that bullet should have hit me. Don't worry, I'm here to help, back where I am staying they can take care of this" Even though his voice was kind, Angela couldn’t help but cringe a little as strange hands took hold of her, with her rather isolated life, spending more time on the computer then amongst other people, she was not used to contact, and the touch of a strange man frightened her even more.
"Here...to..help" There was a swelling of yet more fear, the dislike of being held and yet at the same time the comfort of being nursed while this horrific agony burned within her shoulder confused her, like a desire to pull away and yet another part desiring to cuddle closer to take up the offer of assurance. Needless to say, she’s never been shot before, and she didn’t have anyone to help her, nor did she have the money to actually pay for any medical attention, she didn’t have a job at all right now, if she did have money from her father’s death then she would be living on the streets, and right now people didn’t seem to be seeking any new employees. It took a moment for Angela to realize there was something odd coming over the other man, a worry that the attacker had hurt the yellow skinned mutant somehow, but suddenly she realized Fear was shrouding the mans mind with the fear around her, the dread of what was going to happen, instantly Angela stopped the unintentional attack.
Although she stopped the sense of dread and fears flowing over the other man, she could still sense all the mayhem around her, it was all so over powering. Feeling so light headed didn't help, there was a nauseous feel to her stomach now, her head ached with pain of so many fearful thoughts of others, irritating her already wounded body. Her left hand grabbed tightly at the wound even though it hurt when she touched it. Fear hovered around for a moment longer, but dived down into the ground, an illusionary tactic of her mind, telling others that he has gone off, yet truly she was just saving her strength and not casting his deceptive appearance, though even Angela herself was at a loss as to whether she was a mutant or had in fact befriended a supernatural entity, it's not like she ever had anyone to talk with before about it.
Being the type of person she was, she really didn't know what to say, she never blamed other people if she knew it wasn't really their fault.. So the guy had yellow skin, that's the reason the other man went all homicidal on them, she was hardly going to hold it against the man. Just because she didn't 'appear' different didn't mean she was able to blend into the world easily, having a ball of gas hovering around with you that had two rather noticeable glowing red eyes tend to help you stand out as well, and she wasn't the kind of person to tell Fear to hide away all the time.. it wasn't his fault that people where so narrow minded.
"Sorry." Her words where rather stressed as she apologized for Fear's attack upon him, really it had been her own fears of strangers and especially the fact he was a guy and the added fact he was touching her, all made her very uneasy, so her instinctive response was to force him away, what better way to do that other then flooding him with fear? But she didn't mean to consciously frighten him like that, it was so hard to control your emotions and secret thoughts, part of you always wants something that another part doesn't want. Angela just so happened to have Fear who reacted more instinctively to situations, sometimes doing things that a part of Angela wants to do.. so if she really doesn't like someone Fear might go and play with their minds and yet Angela wouldn't have consciously thought 'Hey, go bug them', and often would feel guilty for the mischief Fear gets himself into.
Re: Sweet Misery - A Night Out at the Dying Star
The feral flinched at the sound of the second gunshot, the sound had caught her more off guard than the first, partially surprised that the idiot from earlier would dare try anything again, but she doubted that someone else would fire a shot, what with the mass of very confused, and more importantly scared, people. Fear could cause a strange reaction in anyone.
Instictively, she turned swiftly, eyes trying to find the shooter, just to confirm in her mind the fact that it was the same man. But this time, the new mass of people blocked her view, though her gaze had landed on the door, having a silent certainty about where it had originated from. Frowning at the fact that her keen eyes had missed the man, and silently cursing that even her swift reaction was not swift enough, she turned her eyes to the crowd, wondering what the mad-man had been aiming at this time.
However, just as she started to survey the crowd, she heard a slightly familiar voice, and turned. Finally, in her mind, Ben had managed to get to them, though her previous words were partially forgotten, despite his realitive quick appearance. In another situation, perhaps a phrase she had heard others use in the past to describe the appearance of someone after mentioning their name would have come to mind. But under the circumstances, such a thing was forgotten.
At his words, the feral mutant glanced at Connor, then the others, a silent reminder appearing in her mind. She could do so little, and even if in the past she would have avoided the situation, at least that was her choice. But now the next step had to belong to one of these other mutants, and she couldn't help but feel, for an brief instant, an outsider. But as she glanced at the door, she pushed the feeling aside. Ben was new too, and besides, she would be an outsider for a little while.
The instant the thought had come to mind, she pushed it away again, and found herself nodding slightly in agreement. They couldn't just stand there and do nothing, even if it meant leaving to avoid anything else, it was better than just standing still. Her eyes turned towards the entrance to the club again, and denied herself the action she wanted to take. The 'madman' was a menace, and she had a sudden urge to try and hunt him down. He thought he could prey on others, perhaps she could prey on him...
She growled softly to herself at the thought, an animalistic trait she had picked up without realising, one of the ways she would occassionally show her emotions, finding an animal's way of expressing them easier than a human's. Trying to ignore the urge, she turned again to the small group of mutants, the pupils of her cat-like eyes wider than before, as if in hope of seeing more than before. But she would wait. This decision was theirs.
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(5/2/04 9:36 am)
Re: Sweet Misery - A Night Out at the Dying Star(ooc- Sorry if there's heeeaaaps of typos, didn't get much time on the net today so I couldn't read over it. *Pictures her typo having a party in her post*)
"Are you alright?" With a puzzled look, Lauren turned her gaze over to Connor. At first she seemed to think that the worst had happened to him, but the way he looked didn’t show any pain. Maybe Racheal was just asking the question since they had just joined Connor and hadn’t really seen him from the time the gun went off.
"I'm alright, is everyone else OK?" The worst Lauren had encountered on her way out was all the panicked people bumping into her as they made their way out, so she was perfectly fine and just gave a nod and looked over to Heath and Racheal to see if anything was wrong with them.
"I think that was all my fault,” Looking back to Connor as he started guiltily, she wondered how all that was his fault. It wasn’t as if had had the gun and shot at someone. She doubted that he’d even need to use any weapons since he had inherited the trademark Wolverine claws. And then there was the fact that he had the ability to use other mutants powers with skill as well.
"I borrowed your powers Lauren and cast some bad luck so that the lights and sound went out, though.. I can't understand what would be so scary about a black out." … "I only did the electricity system, nothing else was effected." Lauren gave a slight nod as Connor mentioned using her power, it was more as if to show that she didn’t mind Connor using her power. Although Connor had said he had directed the bad luck towards the lights and electricity, Lauren wondered if it was the bad luck that had caused someone to fire their gun. Then again, Connor had a great control over the powers, which if she had to admit made her slightly jealous, so maybe someone firing their gun was just a coincidence…
"If it's your fault that some idiot decided to wield a gun, then feel free to blame yourself. As far as I could see in there, no one else was hurt - the gun seemed to be aimed at you.." Lauren’s eyes widened, as she looked away from the feral that had just finished speaking over towards the other feral. Had Connor really been shot at? The luck mutant had learned of Connor’s rapid healing power from Angela but she had never even thought that it’d be that strong to heal a bullet wound.
"I couldn't hear anything.. if I don't wear the special ear plugs the loud noises inside would damage my hearing," After watching Connor slip his ear plugs into his jeans, Lauren watched as Connor scanned his shirt for a bullet hole. Her eyes remained wide as he toyed with the hole. She found it hard to believe that his healing powers were that good, and although she had the urge to ask if he was alright she stopped herself, since Connor wasn’t happy over being shot at and not knowing until just now.
"Then it can't be the brotherhood, as dumb as they are they wouldn't do something like this and most certainly wouldn't try and shoot me.. they know my family well enough to figure out that wouldn't work." Having only heard facts from other students every now and then about the Brotherhood, Lauren had picked up that they weren’t on the same side as all the other mutants she knew.
'Hey Lauren.' Hearing her name, Lauren turned her head around, her eyes quickly passing a few unfamiliar faces until they saw Jess, instantly remembering her from the couple of classes they had together. Her hand raised in a little wave as she replied with a friendly 'hey'. Ever since she had arrived at Xavier’s, Lauren’s shyness has seemed to have been fading away, so she’d often chat away with other students whether it be around the ground or in classes. Normally she had the ability to stop talking before a teacher turned around but half the time Lauren would be to carried away in a convocation to even remember that she was in a lesson!
'It is Lauren isn't it?' Although she quickly answered with a nod, the question kind of annoyed the luck mutant. Lauren virtually always remembered the names of those she had met, and she couldn’t understand why for some people names were that hard to remember, especially if you had talked to someone a few times before. In her first year of high school she had learnt almost everyone in her year’s names in a matter of weeks, so when she talked to her friends about some of the new faces, they’d give her a puzzled look as they struggled to remember the names of people they already knew.
The luck mutant titled her head to the side to get a look at who Jess turned her gaze and smiled to. Noticing that the stone mutant had been smiling at Heath, Laurens eyes seemed to narrow slightly, though she didn’t even realise she was doing it. But as the Knight edged behind her with his eyes stuck on the ground a faint smile spread from her lips, since she knew that Heath was always uncomfortable around girls who dressed in a way like Jess was.
"Maybe we should get the rest of the students from the Institute and head home before anything else happens." Looking over to Connor was he spoke Lauren frowned slightly. But there was no use staying standing outside the club with nothing to do. And as she looked towards the entrance of the nightclub seeing the fights brake out she doubted that it’d be much fun to try and get back into the club, that was if everything that had just happened was over, which from what she was feeling didn’t tell her it was but that could have been due to her still feeling slightly nervous from the gunshot that had hit Connor before.
As Racheal asked if anyone had seen Ben, Lauren looked around for a moment since she hadn’t seen him from when he struggled upon entering the Dying Star. Though, at the moment of hearing another gunshot her eyes seemed to freeze from searching for the other mutant, however her eyes seemed to function again as she noticed Ben making his way towards the mutant group.
"Connor.....get the car, there's a girl...and she's been shot. There is a mutant with her they need help." Her eyes widened, as Lauren doubted that the girl who had been shot had the same power as Connor and could heal herself without even noticing. Knowing that it would be just plain cruel to leave the girl Lauren looked over to Connor as if he was their leader and was going to come up with what to do. She knew that the girl would most likely be taken back with them and would end up with Beast, who would do his best to heal the girl. And Lauren knew for sure that Beast wouldn’t turn back helping out another whether they were mutant or nor, he seemed too nice to turn back a wounded person.
"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?"
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(5/2/04 12:20 pm)
Re: Sweet Misery - A Night Out at the Dying Starooc: *Snaps fingers* And Now I have the chance to make fun of you (again) and your typos, but that wouldn't make sense since my posts are often riddled with the damn buggers! *Hates her spellchecker that seems to randomly skip mispelled or repeated words* Oh well, plenty more chances to come
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Anything Ben had said went almost unnoticed by Connor, the ear shattering sound of the thunderous weapon deafening him as the echoes screaming in his ears. His entire body had flinched at the ear piercing sound, his hands cradling the side of his head as the roaring resonated within his mind. Connor gave a rather animalistic snarl at his now aching head, he felt ill from all the screaming, his fingers slipping shortly after into his pockets, though Heath had darted off to back into the club to find the singer they had arrived with, in hopes of her being alright and also calling the horseless carriage to help the wounded girl.
Upon placing his sound absorbing ear plugs within his delicate ears, the feral not even noticing the slip of sound he had made early, Connor did not like being so animalistic, and it was shameful for him when others saw or heard how much of a true feral he really was. More disgraceful for Connor because it would just give him something more in common with his father, and right now he despised the heartless man, leaving on a personal missing while Arisa was lost into the hands of the very creature who had defiled both Connor and Madison's bodies with their horrendous experimentations.
"Ben," Connor only got the last part of what he said really, but right now Connor was glade that the new student was not hurt. The eldest Enright would have forever blamed himself if the mutant had been harmed seriously during the shootings. But upon registering the last half of what was told to him, Connor's eyes darted about the area, most by now that where lingering behind had gathered about the fallen girl and the yellow skinned man that held her.
"Damn it," He was mumbling quietly to himself, looking extremely agitated with the whole thing, it seemed to him every time he went out with people something bad happened, sure it was on different scales, sometimes just an argument between two of the group or something, other times he was getting kidnapped by demonic agencies or getting shot out for no reason. The added fact they hadn’t figured the shooter would be so psychotic as to try again meant they hadn’t attempted to comb the area, if he had maybe the girl wouldn’t have been shot "Connor to Dr McCoy," His hand had once again tapped the device hidden beneath his black shirt, the blue x symbol lighting up and faintly seen "There's been a shooting down at the Dying Star," The feral was moving towards the crowd, nudging his way past those who where surrounding the two "She has sustained an injury to the shoulder, but not fatal," He added as an after thought, if she didn't get medical attention she'd probably also get an infection that could become fatal, and if Angela was left to tend for her own wounds then it would surely go untreated.
"Everyone go home! If you have eye witness accounts as to the shooter, then make your way to the police station and give your reports or wait for them to arrive, but do NOT stay and crowd these two!" His voice called out over their talking as he made it into the center of the circle they had formed. Some accusations where thrown out that it had been that yellow skinned mutants fault for stirring up the man who they assumed was a guard or something since he had a gun in the nightclub. Looking annoyed and unhappy with the ones talking back at him, Connor repeated his demand for them to leave, just as the limo came to pulling up in front of the club, in the distance police sirens could be heard echoing towards them, Connor wasn’t going to wait around for Cops, he didn’t like police now with a passion, it had been two cops who had arrested Madison and himself for no reason and taken then to A.Corp. Sure he’d figured out instantly that they most likely weren’t copes, but it doesn’t stop the fact he hates them now, he just hates the look of them really, hates what they remind him of.
"Take her into the limo," As Connor spoke, his hands helped lift the girl up, though he was paranoid that if he risked holding anyone his claws would come out and slice into them, "It’ll take you to Xavier’s Institute," The feral glanced back at the others, clearing a way to the limo for the man and opening the door quickly, motioning everyone to hurry and squeeze in "Put her on the floor," Connor added, the limo had enough space of the ground for three people to lie down, but they were too many of them to have her on one of the seats, beside, it wasn’t going to be too long.
The first step to forgiveness is telling the truth.
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(5/3/04 9:01 pm)
Re: Sweet Misery - A Night Out at the Dying Star
Things happened so fast around Taylor, but the one thing he did register was the young woman's only spoken word "Sorry Why was she apoligising, it was his fault, she wasn't the yellow skinned freak that had showed up and caused a stir. But it seemed he wasn't the only one who thought that, as the crowd slowly realised what had happened and a circle was forming around him and the fallen woman faint whispers of accusations began to float towards him being the culprete, the reason behind the attack. He didn't no wheher to agree with them or disagree.
The voice of another, much louder began to fill the air, the warnings of someone trying to rid the area of the nuisance people needing to get a better look at the injured ones. As the crowd was forced to disperse by the shouts of the other a limo pulled up along side them.
"Take her into the limo, It’ll take you to Xavier’s Institute." Looking at the young man who had come to help he shifted up and helped move her to the limo as they set her down on the floor, slight moans coming from her as the pressure shifted about her wounded shoulder Taylor's mind clicked to where the other had said they were taking her, that was the place he was staying, these must be more mutants.
"Xaviers? That's where I am staying at the moment, I only arrived yesterday. Does that mean that....." Taylor hesitated slightly, hoping he wasn't about to put his foot in it and make things a whole lot worse, "...you are mutants?"
Taylor didn't no if any humans lived in or even knew of Xaviers and so he had to ask. As he awaited a response he still could not stop checking on the young woman, the eyes that had once so curiously met with his now reflecting the pain that was flowing through her body. He lightly placed his large yellow hand on her forehead to check if she had gained a fever from the shock of having the bullet bury into her. Taylor couldn't reason why but he found his hand linger for a second longer than needed on her head and hairline before looking back to the others in the limo for their answer, he wanted to comfort the young woman, to help, and although he didn't know her, he felt obligated to help and protect her. This was something he had never quite felt before.
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(5/4/04 9:35 am)
Re: Sweet Misery - A Night Out at the Dying Star"Xavier’s? That's where I am staying at the moment, I only arrived yesterday. Does that mean that....." Well, that was a surprise, seems that makes at least three new students having rough starts to their time at Xavier's. Then again, Connor's sisters and himself arrived to live their only because their mother had been killed in an anti-mutant riot of some kind that Logan never fully explained to the kids, "...you are mutants?" The other seemed hesitant, as if worried that Connor would be insulted and lash out in a rage of brutality for being accused of being such a creature. Connor simply smiled a little, the girls where being urged into the limo before the rest followed inside, Heath waited a moment for Connor to enter but the feral didn't look as if he was at all keen on getting inside the crowded space.
Once the power absorbing mutant slipped within the limo, finding a place on the ground just at the girl’s feet while the other sat opposite of Connor in an attempt to watch over the wounded girl. Although his heart had began to race at the feel of being trapped within a small space, Connor reasoned with himself that sitting on the ground he had more room and personal space then he had upon arriving here.
"To answer your question," Only starting to speak once the limo began driving, the feral's voice was a little quiet, especially compared to before when he as demanding the onlookers to leave, "Everyone here is a mutant, and it seems everyone except this girl is from Xavier's," Connor added more to Lauren apparently since he turned his eyes towards her. Heath was sitting between Lauren and the other girl, Jessica, he didn't appear too comfortable at all and had his eyes pointedly staring at his knees.
"I'm Connor Enright, do you know what happened in there, why or who started shooting?" Asking rather hopefully, the mutant trying to keep his mind focused on matters at hand and not think about how confining it felt to be in here with so many people. "All we know is that someone had a gun and two people got shot, three including your wound." Added the feral with a glance at Taylor's bleeding arm where the bullet had run across his skin, Connor's tone of voice seemed to have turned a little grumpy while referring to the victims of the shooting, even if he didn't mention his name, everyone basically knew he was shot, and if there was one thing Connor didn't like, it was being a victim again.
The first step to forgiveness is telling the truth.
Re: Sweet Misery - A Night Out at the Dying Star
Jess didn't seem that bothered by the fact that a yellow skinned man had just walked upto them with a girl who'd been shot in his arms, she was just grateful that it wasn't her. She didn't know the girl so there wasn't much sympathy in her for her. Her wound didn't look fatal and even if she did die it wouldn't make a speck of diference to Jess' life in the long run. Since her attention had been distracted from Heath she didn't notice the rather dark look that Lauren had given her. It was just Jess' way however, if she saw a good looking man she couldn't seem to help herself. Furthermore she was attractive which had meant that in her wake there was a trail of girls who'd been devistated to walk in on their boyfreinds kissing Jess or worse. The fact that the six foot two guy with the tatoo of a skull on the back of his hand had gone home with some simpering little blonde on his arm instead of her had put Jess into a bad mood.
In the limo she sat flicking a spot of dirt off the knee of her trousers, careful to sit far away from the bleeding girl so she didn't get blood accidently over her outfit. But she was relativeley happy that she'd managed to get a seat next to the knight Heath. The fact however that she was sitting opposite the guy she'd bumped into before was sitting opposite her didn't improve her mood. It however had dawned upon her that if he was going in a limo with them back to Xavier's then he was probably a mutant. She gave him a frosty glare and then stared over his shoulder as if he wasn't even sitting there.
"Everyone here is a mutant, and it seems everyone except this girl is from Xavier's," Poor Ben recieved yet another glare in his direction at confimation to the fact that he was a mutant. She wasn't having a very good couple of days what with Max turning her down for some small mousey girl and now tonight as well. "I'm Connor Enright, do you know what happened in there, why or who started shooting?" Her attention was distracted off the unhappy boy sitting across from her towards Conner, giving him a sugary sweet smile as he looked over in her direction.
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Re: Sweet Misery - A Night Out at the Dying Star
As his words slowly seemed to make sense to a dazed looking Connor, Ben felt as if a great burden had been lifted from his shoulders. Someone else could take charge and everything would be ok. He had no idea why he instinctively asked Connor, rather than any of the others, for help but it could have been the he trusted the other mutant because of the way he had helped him earlier.
As the feral mutant made his way toward the circle of people that had formed around the fallen girl, he started to shout to clear the crowd. "Everyone go home! If you have eye witness accounts as to the shooter, then make your way to the police station and give your reports or wait for them to arrive, but do NOT stay and crowd these two!"
Ben watched as the limo pulled up and the girl was lifted as gently as possible into it and layed down on the floor. The yellow skinned mutant accompanying her looked extremely distressed which was understandable seeing as he has never met any of them before and probably had no idea that they were all mutants like him.
"Xaviers? That's where I am staying at the moment, I only arrived yesterday. Does that mean that....." the note of awe and hope in the other mutants voice was not lost on Ben as the question that could have caused them to turn their backs on him issued from his lips. "...you are mutants?"
"To answer your question, everyone here is a mutant, and it seems everyone except this girl is from Xavier's"
Was all Connor said to reassure him, before moving on to questions about the shooting. At that point exhaustion from the nights events set in and Ben's mind lost track of the conversation. As his eyes passed over the other people crammed in the limo around him he found a mixed set of reactions.
Rachael who was sitting next to him seemed to be trying to curl herself into a ball and sit as still as possible. The phrase that came to mind when he saw her was "if I can't see it maybe it's not real" he had not realized how hard it seemed to be for her to be in a confined space. Angela the girl they had come to see sing tonight was on his other side. He couldn't help but wonder if this was supposed to have been a big event for her, and whether or not she was upset about the fact it all fell apart.
As he raised his gaze to the three sitting opposite him, he couldn't help but smile as he spotted Heath, as rather strange person even by Ben’s standards, was staring sternly down at his knees. This fact brought the object of Heaths discomfort into sharp relief. It was the rude girl that had bumped into him earlier, Ben's face turned scarlet, if he had know she was one of his fellow students he would have been more tolerant of her rudeness. Well this seemed to be the icing on the cake that made this day possibly the worst day ever. He found himself also looking down in order to avoid the daggers that should have been flying out of her eyes. He thanked his lucky star that that was not her mutant power.
OCC: *clears throat* HAPPY BIRTHDAY REBECCA !!!! (For everyone who doesn't know thats rebel katx) *brandishes imaginary birthday cake* (cos she's a crap friend and doesn't have a real one) I hope ur not to embarrassed *walks away looking smug thinking about how wonderful her idea was*
Re: Sweet Misery - A Night Out at the Dying StarOOC: *Glares at Karen (catfood) and tries to stop herself growling* You are sooo in for it girl! *Wonders again why she ever wrote it down on the calander, then wonders how to embrass her in return, fails and slinks quietly into seat and deciding to try and ignore the above comment and simply post*
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Before being partially pushed into the limo, Racheal had been about to suggest she found her own way back. She knew the area well enough, and was sure a feral cat wandering the streets wouldn't be noticed. However, finding herself once more crammed into the limo, she sighed, eyes trained on the window, glad that at least she wasn't stuck in the middle seat.
On her lap, her fingers intertwined with each other, the situation not exactly making her nervous, just uncomfy, especially as her instincts had had to be pushed aside through it all. Her feline eyes remained trained on the window, not ignoring the scene, rather trying to ignore the wish to be running free agai. She wondered it slightly strange that people liked this metal, moving cages over the simple pleasures of walking, or even swimming.
She listened in silence to the conversation, not really absorbing any of it, letting it flood over her mind as she tried to settle the trapped tiger in her. She had though, almost smiled at the idea of yet another newcomer having a... interesting, start. Somewhere inside her, she wished she could at least do something, but as her eyes drifted back to the other occupants of the car, she realised how useless she would be. What good was a morpher, apart from for fighting, spying and tracking. Three things that had kept her alive all these years. She silently rebuked her almost self pity. She had decided to come to others, it had been her decision and not that of these, or anyother, and she had known that the likely hood was that new situations would arise where she wouldn't be as useful as another maybe. Though she hadn't expected it to be this extreme.
Her eyes moved slowly, glancing outside, then around the occupants of the car, then back outside once more. She took her mind back to the club, wondering if she had seen enough of the shooter to actually recognise him again, even though before she found the answer, she knew the answer would be no. Even though things could be slowed by her the swifter, feline part of her brain, things had still been too quick. So she sat in her silence, calming her nerves silently, concerned over the situation, but not letting her own uncertainty show.
__________________________________________________ OOC: mmm... a shortish post *shrugs* But not sure what to say... just had the need to post... lol *continues her glare at Karen
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(5/5/04 3:16 am)
Re: Sweet Misery - A Night Out at the Dying Star
ooc: *screams* HAAAAPPY BIIIIRTHDAAAAY REBECCA! *Used to bake cakes since early primary school for her friends on their birthdays and love watching them go bright pink as she screamed out best wishes to them* ..Had to stop when their 'best friends' started getting angry with me in high school *Didn't know only 'best friends' where allowed to make friends cakes, even though they never made cakes even after Angie stopped* Ahh.. the joys of humiliation!
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While waiting for Taylor's reply, Connor once again slipped off his black shirt, her shoulder wound and Taylor’s arm wound where bleeding and needed to have something to at least slow the flow of blood, even if neither where fatal. The feral's knee's pulled a little closer to his body, his hands holding his shirt between his legs, as if hoping some how it would shield what he was doing from the sight of the others.
The claws of his right hand ripped threw the skin of his knuckles with a faint <SNICKT> sound, the result of the adamantium laced claws that are stored within his forearms moving against the Adamantium-laced bones of his arm and hands. The only hint that it hurt him was the slight flinch of muscles about his lips and eyes, he knew it would hurt so he was able to brace himself for it, at least the pain healed instantly, so he could act as if it never hurt at all. The skin at the base of the long knives remained bloodied even as it healed.
Not glancing up to see if anyone was watching as he quietly slipped his clawed hand within the shirt, his other hand carefully helping the black fabric remain straight as his silver claws sliced and cut the shirt. Once he had what he needed, the claws quickly retreated back out of sight, retracting once more into the shelter of his skin. It might explain though to anyone not aware of his claws why he sometimes held things in an odd way, he never pointed his knuckles towards someone and rarely was close enough to them to result in an accidentally slip of them slicing out and stabbing or cutting anyone else nearby.
Shifting carefully closer to the girl, Connor's blood smeared knuckles being ignored by him as he placed a large part of his shirt that was neatly folded over her wound, using a strip of his shirt to tie it into place and then motioning for Taylor to place pressure onto it with the palm of his hand. While doing that Connor focused on the yellow skinned mutants wound, wrapping another strip of his now torn short around the wound and tying it in place with the final strip of shirt.
"Just so you don't bleed every where." He added in case the man might complain about being dressed, since he seemed more concerned on the girl then himself. Shifting back to where he was sitting before, Connor let his back rest once again against the wall of the limo, though with all the distractions his heart was still racing from the small space and many faces.
Pulling his knees towards his chest once more, the feral shut his eyes only for a moment as he remembered the reason that made him act so unlike his usual self when he felt so confined. It wasn't the best thing for someone with claustrophobia to do, to think about what scared them most, Connor would find it hard to breath if he started panicking, so he opened his eyes and stared at the girl in hopes of getting his mind off his own problems and onto hers.
The first step to forgiveness is telling the truth.
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(5/9/04 2:22 pm)
Re: Sweet Misery - A Night Out at the Dying Star
Taylor felt sudddenly relieved when Connor informed him that they were all mutants, a wave of calm passed over him as he looked around and started to see people just like him, just not quite so conspicuous.
As soon as the questions began to flow though the wave of worry and panic returned, were they going to blame him for all of this? If he had just left when that other guy had said none of this would of happened. Taylor winced slightly as the other man began to dress and tie his bleeding wound, it was nothing really but he guessed it was a good idea to cover it for now, until they got back to Xaviers.
"I'm afraid I dont really know anything much more than you about all of this, although I guess you could lay some blame with me," Worry ran through Taylor as he spoke, there was little he could say and now a young woman was on the floor with a bullet in her arm, and it was all his fault. "I provoked the guy, but i dind't know he had a gun, i didn't know all this would happen!"
Desperation filled his voice as he hung his head in his hands, what were the Summers's going to think of this, he hadn't been here more than twenty-four hours, he hadn't had chance to even meet his estranged family and already he had caused someone to get hurt, it was like trying to control his powers all over again.
As Taylor's worry flowed through him his powers reacted a little, a slight static charge forming around him causing his already large long hair to wave around a little more, small sparks jumping between his fingers. He quickly took control as much as he could but the level of emotion he was feeling now was making his electrical manipulation play about inside of his very body.
Looking up again he contiued;"I was only trying to defend myself against some biggotted guy, i didn't know this would happen, i gave him quite a shock and then made a run, i thought he would get the idea, not come after me again" All of a sudden rage flowed into the maelstrom of emotions he was fending off with, "If i ever see him again......" Placing his head back in his hands, his gaze fixed on the injured girl by his feet he waited for more questions, and what worried him more, for the blame to be assigned to him as it often had. Even as a kid, after his powers had come about, his parents had blamed his 'specialness' for everything that went wrong, and Taylor had a bad feeling it could happen all over again before he even gets to see anyone he knows.
Re: Sweet Misery - A Night Out at the Dying Star"I'm afraid I don’t really know anything much more than you about all of this, although I guess you could lay some blame with me," Well if he didn't know much then how could he be responsible? Connor now understood how weird it must have sounded when he had blamed himself and Racheal replied in a slightly sarcastic manner. "I provoked the guy, but i didn’t know he had a gun, i didn't know all this would happen!" Connor wasn't one to accuse others unless he knew for sure what had happened and what their crimes had been exactly. The feral's expression remained neutral, both his sister and he believed that any signs of emotion could be a sign of either weakness or could be mistaken for another meaning. For example, if he frowned right now, Taylor might think he was accusing the other mutant of starting this attack.
Rising yourself and two younger sisters that never stopped arguing meant that Connor had to learn to hide his emotions, if he lost his temper with them arguing or broke apart from the pain their constant fights caused him, then he'd be no good in helping break them up. Bottling emotions seems to be a family trait, it's hard for them, especially someone like Connor who wanted to laugh and get angry like all the other kids got to do. Madison seemed to so easily handle her self, control all but her temper, and she bullied other people into fights on purpose, she wanted people to hate her.
Was it Connor's fault maybe? Had he done something that made her like that? First their mother is murdered, and then their already distant father seems to drift further away from them. Madi hated Connor's relationship with Arisa, as far as she let on she hated Arisa with a passion, and anything to do with her. More so because Arisa's mother had ruined their mothers relationship with Logan, no one knew aside from Jean and Xavier, that Mystique had tricked Wolverine by pretending she was Michelle. If he had told them then maybe their mother, and them as well, wouldn't have hated him so much for that kind of betrayal.
"I was only trying to defend myself against some bigoted guy, i didn't know this would happen, i gave him quite a shock and then made a run, i thought he would get the idea, not come after me again" Connor blinked, so distracted with his own wandering thoughts he had barely noticed the flicker of electricity across Taylor's body "If i ever see him again......" Connor seemed very distracted, even as he stared at the yellow skinned mutant, the feral wrapped his arms a little tighter about his knees, he really wished the driver would hurry and get to the school.
But it just occurred to him, right now, while half listening to this desperate man, was Madison, no, all of them, both himself and his sisters, where they shutting others out because of what had happened to them? It seemed to easy when he thought about it, their mother had died, all they had was their father, and he was hardly around with all the missions he went on. Then.. Arisa's mother returned into her life, but she was the enemy of the X-men, how must have Arisa felt? Being torn between two worlds like that? Mystique had been holding Madison captive in a strong grip, Connor had to get her out, maybe hurting Mystique wasn't the right thing to do, but he'd rather she hurt then Madison. Then there had been when Belthazor took them.. Connor was sure that was the worse experience of his life since his mother's death.
It wasn't just that they where kidnapped, they where tricked into befriending the girl that lured both Connor and Madison outside of the school. Then they where drugged, poked, prodded, they where nothing more then lab rats, blood samples taken amongst other things. Then they where trapped within those bio-tubes.. those small, mechanical contraptions, things attached to their bodies, a watery substance that Connor had no idea of its name filling the confined space. The bubbles drifting before his eyes from the base of the tube up to the top where all the cables and wires from his body connected to a special monitor, a computer system and another machine outside the bio-tube.
When you count on people, when you let them into your lives and trust them, that's when you become vulnerable, that's when people can hurt you the most. Connor looked away from Taylor for a moment while staring down at the ground of the limo.
"Did you touch him at all?" It wasn't helping him, he didn't like this car, well.. he never did, but tonight’s events stressed him out and it made the trip even more difficult. But he continued to try and just focus on the situation at hand, that's how it always works.. just focus and ignore the things that are hurting, pretend they don't exist, and just hope they go away. Of course, their family was slowly starting to realize a lot of things that are left unattended don't just disappear.. they only get worse.
The first step to forgiveness is telling the truth.
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(5/11/04 9:09 pm)
Re: Sweet Misery - A Night Out at the Dying Star"Did you touch him at all?"
Taylor could see the other man was a little put back, something else on top of all this was running through his mind, but that was none of Taylor's business, he had to keep to what was at hand.
"I didn't touch him exactly, well to begin with i did nothing, i just told him to go away, he wasn't going to make me move anywhere. Then something strange seemed to come over him and thats when he pulled out the gun on you lot and everyone ran." Taylor winced a little as he mentioned the gun, not only would it make these people think about them being shot, but it reminded him of the pain he was now causing in the girl on the floor whos tight bandages were slowly turning red with her blood.
"When everyone was in a panic I had a chance, I snapped, I unleashed my powers on him, and ran for the door while he was still recovering. Thats when i saw this young woman outside, she looked as if she had done something, I was going to see if she was ok when the guy shot out again and now we are here." Taylor suddenly thought, had his story just implecated him, had he been the one to provoke the shots on all the innocent people. If that is what all the others thought, then he guessed he might as well be leaving Xaviers as soon as he arrived back there.
Taylor dropped his face, he didn't want to look at anyone in the eye now incase they looked on him with a guilt that would just tear him apart, he wasn't ready for that already. All this and it had only been twenty four hours, he had lived with his powers for just over ten years but these past two days had been the worst.
Taylor wasn't able to not see anyone when his view dropped though, instead of seeing the people that might have thought he caused all of this, he saw the victim in the whole messy situation and that just made him feel worse. Forcing his emotions down he looked back up and dared to look straight into Conner's eye, awaiting whatever accusations or thoughts that would be thrown at him.
Re: Sweet Misery - A Night Out at the Dying Star"You misunderstood what I meant," Connor began softly, careful not to let his eyes dart about like they tended to when he got nervous of the small space, "I have a sense of smell that can tell me what cologne you wore this time last year," He offered a nervous smile to show he was joking, well.. a habit the feral and sometimes his sister Madi got when they became scared or nervous over something.
"If you touched him I'd be able to at least know his scent.. maybe.. it's possible we might meet him again.. I guess." The other's had gone very quiet while Connor talked with Taylor, it was hard for the feral to comfort someone, he wished one of the others would assure the guy it wasn't his fault.
"Look, the guy sounds like an unstable racist, I think it would have just as easily happened to anyone else, people hurt my youngest sister because she looks different as well," Looking highly uncomfortable with talking about his sister, Connor struggled on as if this was just an offhand comment, "Some people just.. want to fight, it's never our fault when someone can't handle others who are different." Turning his eyes outside the window, Connor looked slightly relieved when he realized the school was within five minutes from here. Connor didn't like it when people looked at him when he wasn't at his best, showing fear or any form of weakness was considered very shameful in his family, especially by his sister Madison who he was always trying to be the kind of big brother that she would respect.
Although he was keen to get out of the car, he knew he'd have trouble once he got to the medical lab, it was just his damn luck, afraid of both small spaces and medical places and he was in a small place about to head towards the medical lab.
The first step to forgiveness is telling the truth.
Re: Sweet Misery - A Night Out at the Dying Star
Ben's mind returned to the conversation being held in the limo, Connor seemed to be questioning the yellow skinned mutant in order to understand what had happened. Well as far as he was concerned it was all a blur, his head was now pounding, the adrenalin rush had worn of leaving him feeling utterly exhausted.
The other mutants seemed to arrive at the conclusion that the shooting was the result of a human mad with racial hatred. Ben had lead a sheltered life and would never have imagined this kind of thing possible if he had not been cough up in it. As he gazed back out the window he noticed the rapidly approaching great gates that marked the entrance to the school.
He broke into a smile, at the sight of the place he had earlier sought to escape. They could get the girl to the medical section and she would be looked after. And he could finally get some sleep and in the morning maybe things would make more sense. He looked around the limo at the others, hoping to find the same expression of relief on their faces, he did not want to be the only one this badly shaken but the shooting.
Re: Sweet Misery - A Night Out at the Dying Star
Racheal had remained quiet, eyes fixed on the window, through out most of the car journey. But as they neared the institute, she caught Connor's words, if a bit vaguely due to her lack of concentration, about tracking the madman and about him being a 'racist'. She had never really considered mutant haters that before, but she guessed that, in a way, he was right. They were still human after all, just rather different. Giving a silent nod in thought, she wondered if those that discriminated against mutants even realised that they were being racist, or whatever you want to call it. After all, she had heard more than once a person claim to be for equal rights, and then turn against mutants. Although the hairs on the nape of her neck rose slightly in her mix of memories, she sighed slightly. This world was still a messed up place, no matter where you went.
But the idea of tracking was what really stayed on her mind. Before entering the limo, she had had a similar thought, but by now surely there was little chance of picking up a scent to follow at the club, even if you did know what you were looking for. The feral was pretty sure that it would be difficult enough to get near the place again tonight, and by the time it was possible, she could already imagine the stench given off by cleaning fluids. Even if there was a slight remaining residue, Racheal couldn't imagine anyone being able to use it to follow. Silently, inwardly, she growled at herself, wondering why she hadn't used the chance she had had to try and follow the madman.
She let her feline eyes turn once more in silence to the approaching manison, keeping in her silence. Part of her wanted to give her opinon, but the feral couldn't see why it was worth trying to explain herself. No doubt that if the guy was still there, someone had caught him, and if he had fled there was little chance of catching him now. Sighing again, she tried to concentrate on the mansion, before deciding that watching a building that seemed to be moving towards you was not always the best thing to do, deciding instead to close her feline eyes.
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(5/16/04 5:14 pm)
Re: Sweet Misery - A Night Out at the Dying Star"You misunderstood what I meant, I have a sense of smell that can tell me what cologne you wore this time last year,"
Taylor could see that Connor's smile was nervous, not truly what he was feeling as he spoke, but Taylor did not care, he knew that the other mutant was just trying to make him feel better, and to a certain extent Taylor appreciated that.
"If you touched him I'd be able to at least know his scent.. maybe.. it's possible we might meet him again.. I guess."
Taylor's mind raced, it seemed like these guys weren't about to persicute him, they were from Xaviers as well after all. Glancing out the window, the yellow mutant noticed that the limo was quickly closing on the mansion, he couldn't wait to get out of this confined space, and even better would be the fact that the youngwoman by his feet would be able to get some help.
On the other hand, there was another chance he might bump into the family he had yet to meet again, and he didn't want to meet them under these curcumstances, his actions causing hurt. Taylor did not speak, his mind just raced, but before he could even think of sayiong something back Connor spoke again;
"Look, the guy sounds like an unstable racist, I think it would have just as easily happened to anyone else, people hurt my youngest sister because she looks different as well, some people just.. want to fight, it's never our fault when someone can't handle others who are different."
Taylor looked up again, his bright yellow eyes meeting those of the mutant who had helped him, suddenly a burst of confidence filled him, these people were going to help, any way they could, and even if it wasn't all of them he knew Connor was on his side, and suddenly he found himself ready and eager to help in anyway possible, just as long as the bleeding woman got some help.
"Well, i did punch him," Taylor felt himself flush a litt,e he knew he had a short fuse but was still embarressed by it sometimes. Raising his balled right had he looked at it as if he could see tha visable signs that someone elses scent was on it, but as he watched another flicker of electrical energy jumped over the back of his hand. "is there any chance somethig can got from that, i know it's not much, but if we can get him.....he deserves everything he gets."
Thoughts of meeting the guy again riled Taylor, he wanted to show him just how much control this older mutant had of his abilities, how the slightest electrical spark could be manipulated by him into something much more powerful. As the high emotions flowed through him he not only got more ready to search for the attacker, he got much more anxious about meeting those he hadnt seen for years again; he had to force his racing mind to focus on helping this injured girl before anything else could be done.
Re: Sweet Misery - A Night Out at the Dying Star
There was little awareness as to what effect Connor was having on at least two of the people in the limo, and to think, both where new and had little contact with Connor, yet they seemed grateful for the helpful assistance Connor had given them, Ben and Taylor that is. Connor was always so withdrawn, it was hard, especially at his age, he wanted to be around people, and yet he was so used to shutting them out that it felt almost humiliating to try and befriend anyone. Well, what would Madison think of him if he went around smiling and laughing and being all emotional, she'd be embarrassed of him, even worse she might be ashamed if he started acting 'weird' like that.
When Connor glanced up at Taylor, the mutant was looking right at him, since Connor was on the verge of a panic attack the feral mutant rather shamefully dropped his eyes. After all, you never allow the opponent to see that you're afraid or have a weakness of any kind.
"Well, i did punch him," Well, that was contact... though it was utterly lucky that Connor's superior sense of smell enabled to to seperate the scents, though there where times where one scent was far too over powering and disabled his ability to pick up the other scent beneath it, "is there any chance somethig can got from that, i know it's not much, but if we can get him.....he deserves everything he gets." There was a spark of electricity about his hand, but before Connor replied, his lips looking as if they where ready to start speaking, the limo pulled to a halt and the feral glanced at the door anxiously.
Gritting his teeth, Connor held his breath while looking back towards Taylor, inching a little closer, looking at the girl and then at his hand. Just another minute and he'll be able to go outside, where there's air, and space, endless space, that was one really wonderful thing about the school, it had so much land on all sides.
Leaning forward rather timidly, Connor felt really embarrassed about doing this with people watching, but he could hardly cut off the guys hand. Connor shifted about easily once he had picked up the scent, more because he wanted to throw himself at the door and was trying to look as casual as possible while leaving the limo quickly.
"Heath, help with girl." Connor stepped away from the limo while still facing it, moving back a few paces just to help ease his uncomfortable sense of dread.
TBC: Those who want to post in the med lab can continue on there, next one to read this can post, I'm outta of time unfortunatly to do another one there. Anyone who doesn't want to continue on in the med lab is most welcome to finish here.
The first step to forgiveness is telling the truth.
Re: Sweet Misery - A Night Out at the Dying Star
ooc: okies.. I'm posting in the Medical lab, won't say who's there, so if you want to be there, just play as if you tagged along, the only person I will mention is Taylor since it's pretty obvious he'll be there ^^"
HAPPY BIRTHDAY REBECCA !!!! (For everyone who doesn't know thats rebel katx) *brandishes imaginary birthday cake* (cos she's a crap friend and doesn't have a real one) I hope ur not to embarrassed *walks away looking smug 
thinking about how wonderful her idea was*
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