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Post by pyro on Nov 24, 2011 15:26:16 GMT -5
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Pyro never thought he would be so relieved to feel the cold air on his face, to shiver as he stood outside the burning building. He wouldn't complain about the cold again, not for another week at least, which was time enough to get over this incident. There seemed to be a few people scattered around outside the Blue Moon Bar, or what was left of it. John could only assume they were mourning the loss of their little hub of activity, he didn't exactly take the time to properly look around. The smoke in his throat had the pyrokinetic coughing so violently, he wouldn't be surprised if his ribs herniated at this point. The pain in his head had subsided into a minor headache, and the damage to his neck and arm had been forgotten about.
It was only then that he managed to bring his breathing under control, stopping his coughing in the process, as his eyes wandered along the length of his arm, toward his hand, still clasped in hers. That was, until she suddenly snatched it out of his grasp, and the chuckling that followed only resulted in him falling into a fit of coughing yet again. "Must remember not t' bother with chat-up lines in future, seems a good ol' barbecue will do the trick just as well" he snickered, after all, mutant, or human, the girl with the vibrant pink hair, and plant based tattoos had caught his eye, and it took a lot to catch his eye. It was definitely the hair, and the tattoos. Skinny blondes, and busty brunettes, had a tendency to fly right under his radar, simply because they were commonplace, and weren't all that interesting to look at.
And with that, Pyro glanced down at himself. Despite the fact his clothes were dark in coloring; he could clearly make out the patches of sooth brushed into the fabrics, and in patting down his jeans, created a cloud of smoke from the ash that had been trapped there. His hair was even worse. In shaking his head, black dust particles rained out of it. One glance of his hands told him enough to know his face was probably just as bad, if it could even be seen under what he presumed was a black mask of sooth. "Can you get home?", she suddenly questioned, at least it seemed sudden to him, but it wasn't that which surprised him anyway, but the very obvious concern in her voice. "What?" Pyro initially and instinctively responded, so surprised was he by her tone of voice.
But before he had a chance to recover from her sincerity, he noticed the gathering of people around them, looking on as their local was reduced to ash, starting to get a little anxious. What were once shocked faces had dissolved, and eyes soon fell on the two mutants standing in the middle of it all. Pyro probably wouldn't have noticed had he not been so used to this kind of treatment, even in incidences when he had yet to utilize the full extent of his powers, humans always had a tendency to regard him with a level of suspicion. Maybe it was because of their destructiveness? Or maybe it was just the simple fact he was a mutant? Either way, he always picked up on it, and always picked up on it relatively quickly. "Ya... I can get 'ome, luv, but by the look of thin's this lot ain't goin' t' let me get very far" he pointed out.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2011 16:43:39 GMT -5
Lexi was well aware that she must have looked a right state but the way he looked right now was terribly amusing. Especially when he shook his hair causing soot to fly up into the air. She couldn't help her lips twitching upwards in amusement at the sight- something told her that that was either something that happened quite often or something that never happened. She didn't care she would have laughed had she known him better. As it was she faught down the urge and just turned her head away slightly so she didn't have to look at him any longer than was necessary. She might have thought him funny looking right now but he still irritated her and she could never forgive the way he had acted inside the building. How could anyone be so damn irresponsible?
It was as she was turning her head that the people around her finally caught her attention and her eyes widened slightly. Uh oh. They didn't look particulary pleased and even less so when they started to turn and look at the pair of them. What had started out a somewhat stressful day was turning into a hellish one...and she blamed the mutant beside her whole heartedly. It was his fault that the bar had burnt to a crisp and his fault that she had ended up getting involved. She hated fighting! And here she was about to get swept up into even more trouble..and there wasn't much chance of her being able to talk herself out of it.
It she happened to take a step back and slightly closer to the other mutant she made no comment about it and hoped he would stay quiet about it as well. She didn't really like being caught up in things like this as she really did prefer being in her garden so she was a little out of her depth when it came to handling people that both hated and feared her.
"Ya... I can get 'ome, luv, but by the look of thin's this lot ain't goin' t' let me get very far"
Her eyes flicked to the side so she could look at him before looking back at some of those who had dared to step a little closer, causing her to flinch back. She did not want to be here right now. What was she thinking coming out tonight? Why hadn't she just stayed at the mansion like she normally did? She didn't know why but she really wished she had done exactly that because then at least she would have avoided nearly getting killed and then being stuck in the middle of a hate filled mob that would probably just love to reanact the whole thing on the two mutants...and she was quite happy to avoid that particular fate as nearly burning to death was something she was happy to leave as a once in a lifetime experience. Pity she didn't think they would agree with her.
Lexi swallowed and took a deap breath. She had to think clearly. There was no point in getting into such a panic stricken state that she couldn't do anything but stutter and freak out. Mentally she took a quick evaluation of the situation. She had nearly died but apart from the fact that she was covered in soot and in desperate need of a shower she was actually in one peice. Which was more than could be said for the male she was nearly hiding behind. He looked like he was barely standing upright, let alone able to fight. It was that fact that made her move forward ever so slightly so she could place her body next to his own instead of behind it- but still not willing to put herself right in front of him as one she was sure he would hate it and two she really didn't know the man and had no particular want to die for someone whom she quite disliked.
"I do so hate getting caught up in this sort of thing," She muttered more to herself than her companion. "Why didn't I just stay at home?" If she were honest with herself she was really very temped to just run and leave him to it...except she just couldn't let herself do such a thing. Damn morals.
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Post by pyro on Nov 26, 2011 18:00:58 GMT -5
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Pyro's eyes darted here and there, trying to find something, anything that might be able to assist in an escape attempt, but it was difficult with the burning the bar, the flames crackling even more ferociously than before, as if trying to get his attention, and that was probably the case. If a fire didn't automatically come to the pyrokinetic's attention, either by sight, or by smell, then he would soon start to hear it, as the flames suddenly got louder. But he could sure as hell both smell, and see the flames of this fire, yet it still strove for his attention. "What the bloody 'ell d'you want" he mumbled, his question directed more at the fire devouring the bar, than anyone in particular.
And with that he remembered he wasn't alone facing these people, the photokinetic, agrokinetic, chlorokinetic (whatever the scientific term was for a mutant who could control plant life, and vegetation) was still here too, dawdling between hiding behind him, and standing beside him, and undoubtedly, making a break for it. Why she didn't, he didn't know. But then again, Pyro was always willing to help his own kind, even if he wasn't so grateful for help in return. It damaged his ego, and he often felt indebted to those who helped him as well. Case in point; Toad had saved both himself and the Blob when they were imprisoned in the Middle-East, and out of gratitude they agreed to team up with him for a brief period of time.
"I do so hate getting caught up in this sort of thing," Pyro heard her mutter, and snickered slightly to himself at her words, but thought it best not to respond, seeing as how her comment didn't seem to be directed at anyone in particular, much like his own previous comment, which brought his attention back to the flames, continuing to consume the bar, an act which also continued to anger the crowd surrounding them. But as his eyes travelled back, they spotted something situated behind the descending mob. It was manhole cover, right under the feet of a furious brunette, who was unaware that lipstick should be applied to her lips, and that wearing boots much too high for her would cause her to wobble as she walked.
"'ow are you with sewers, luv?" he choose to ask the young mutant, still standing beside him, "An' 'no', that isn't a rhetorical question" he elaborated. One quick glimpse of her was enough to establish where she stood with regard to sewers; a definite no-go, but if his plan worked, he might be able to get both of them out of here in one piece. The only flaw in his plan were his pyrokinetic abilities, although he wasn't in as much pain now as he originally had been, his ribcage was still in a bad way, but if he could focus for just a little bit, like he had done in brushing the flames away from the door before, then he might be able to pull this off, though it would take a bit more concentration than what was required to move a few flames out of the way.
"I migh' 'ave an idea. I'm goin' ta distract these yobbos, 'opefully for long enough so you can run ta that manhole ova there, see it" he explained, pointing vigorously in its direction, "You'll probably get a little dirty... er" he added with a chuckle, "but at least you'll be alive an' dirty" he grinned, saying it as if it was some kind of consolation, which it was, but probably not to someone like her. However, he didn't pause, and wait for her assurances that it wouldn't be a problem. She could accept his help, or find some other method of escape; it was purely up to her. He, on the other hand, had spent enough time with the likes of the Blob and the Toad to withstand such horrible odors, especially if they meant the difference between life and death. And he couldn't imagine there being a smell in existence worse than the Toad.
Pyro's eyes were soon back on the flames, already having battled through the surface of the roof, and reaching for the night sky. He was surprised the blaze hadn't caught the attention of the local fire brigade, but that was the least of his worries right now. The longer his eyes lingered on the flames, the more his headache started to evolve into a migraine, growing sharper and sharper by the second. Molding creatures out of flames was difficult enough at the best of times. When Pyro's focus was as impaired as it currently was, it was near on impossible without some devastating consequences. But he could already see, in the heart of the flames, something starting to take shape, wings shooting out at both sides of the fiery form, before a head and tail appeared at the front and back. "I trust y' all 'ave adequate pensions. Yer families will soon need 'em".
The pyrokinetic snickered, before sending the fiery eagle toward the crowd. While he missed some, those he made contact with served the purpose of diverting attention, the wings of the flaming bird catching items of clothing in the case of the men, and long hair in the case of the women, sending all that remained in the area into a frenzy, while Pyro himself, his arm still stretched out to control the direction the bird would go in, made his exit. "Its bin lovely, but I'm goin' to call it a night, 'ave fun withou' me" he chuckled, lowering himself into the manhole, sliding down the ladder, and out of sight, still able to hear the cries, and screams of the humans above. "So much for a celebration" he sighed, but as he turned around it was to find a trickle of blood just above his upper lip, evidence of overexertion on his part. "Urgh..." he grumbled, rubbing it away.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2011 18:11:00 GMT -5
"I migh' 'ave an idea. I'm goin' ta distract these yobbos, 'opefully for long enough so you can run ta that manhole ova there, see itYou'll probably get a little dirty... er but at least you'll be alive an' dirty
Well damn, he was another person to assume she was one of those ruch birds who simply hated getting messy. It was her accent of course, she sounded far too posh to have been at the bar in the first place and the fact that fighting was something she had openly voiced as being against was another mark against her. She hated it when people made assumptions about her before they had even gotten to know her- for god's sake he didn't even know her name! If she got out of this in one piece she would make sure to tell him that...even if she didn't actually fancy going into the damn sewer.
He didn't see the dirty look she threw at him as his own eyes had strayed to stare at the flames again and as she turned to face the crowd again she rolled her eyes. Pyromaniacs. Honestly, did they care about anything else? Leaving him to do whatever it was he was planning to do she took a step forward and nearly stopped and stared as some of those before her took a step back. They were afraid of her? She wasn't used to people being afraid of her...in fact she tended to stay away from humans most of the time simply because of what had happened when she had first come to this country. She had spent most of the time since then afraid of them, not the other way around. It was odd.
Another moment later and she had to say she was impressed. He was completely battered but he had still managed to create something out of the fire....What was she thinking? She shouldn't be impressed! She hated fire! And she was still pissed with him. Stop thinking. She really needed to stop thinking about it and move. She cut all thoughts of him off and moved forward quickly, moving around the people who were once again running around screaming until she reached the manhole cover. Now what? She looked back and frowned before bending down and with some sort of hidden strength she guessed had come from the rush of adrenaline she managed to heave the metal cover up and over enough to allow the two of them to slip down into the dark.
Looking back once again she watched as the flamehead moved forward and with one last wrinkled nose of disgust slipped through the hole and fell down into the rank water below her. Ew. Gross. It was even worse that she had no shoes on but as she moved out of the way to allow him to come down she noticed that the water itself wasn't too deep and it only smelled bad....there was nothing to say that this was one of those sewers that was actually used very often and she thanked her lucky stars. She so didn't want to go home covered in...well, whatever.
As he landed next to her she turned to face him and frowned in concern before moving forward. "Hey," She touched his arm with the tips of her fingers before moving them away quickly, "Are you ok?" She wondered if perhaps that last little stunt of his had been the straw that broke the camels back. He didn't look in a good way at all and again she couldn't help the concern she felt for him. "You look dreadful." She ran her fingers threw her own hair and grimaced...yes, she really needed a shower.
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Post by pyro on Dec 4, 2011 14:51:36 GMT -5
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Whoever recommended holding one's head back when they had a nosebleed to stem the flow hadn't suffered a single one in his life, Pyro was convinced. Leaning his back against the ladder that brought him down into the sewers, he rested his head back against one of the steps, pulling down his sleeve and using it to press against his nostrils. It didn't help in the least; the blood simply kept flowing, seeping into the fabric of his sweater, so much so he could even feel the warmth of it against the skin of his arm. This wasn't a rare occurrence, at least not when Pyro decided to push the boundaries of his abilities. That itself didn't happen often, but when it did the pyrokinetic was often laid-up for days at a time, so severe were the effects of overexerting himself.
Pyro hadn't even attempted to put one foot down the tunnel, he knew full well the moment he attempted such a move he would be a collapsed heap on the ground. His nosebleed was bad, but the migraine he was suffering was worse. They often bleared his vision, making it difficult for him to see where he was going, never mind that they always effected his coordination so it was hard enough for him to walk, even if his eyesight wasn't as poor. The injuries he had sustained to his ribs, arm and neck had given away completely to the sharp pains travelling across his cranium, and the soaking red mess that was the sleeve of his sweater. He had no idea how he was going to get back home in his current state, and would probably have to call either Avalanche or the Blob for help, an idea he didn't quite relish.
Pyro didn't even like to ask help from his friends, though he was much more accepting of help coming in the form of Dom or Freddy than he would have been anyone else, but they had seen him at his best, and at his worst. John kept a lot of things close to his chest, particularly about his life in Australia, but around those two, nothing was sacred. In his current condition, normally he wouldn't have been capable of acknowledging anything around him, and for a moment he had even forgotten about the photokinetic mutant (again!), until he felt something touch his arm, and still with his hand, or his sleeve to be more precise, covering his nose, and most of his mouth, he lowered his head, and noticed she was still here (yet again!). "Hey... are you ok?" she asked, her fingers retreating from his arm.
With the mood he was currently in, Pyro was surprised he didn't snap back at her with "Do I look OK ta you?", but it seemed that infamous temper of his continued to remain under control, how was a mystery to the pyrokinetic after the evening he had just experienced, even if a majority of the events that had befallen him were as a result of his own smart mouth. Maybe the fact one of his articles had finally made the paper was still at the forefront of his mind, and with that victory still very much fresh, it would be quite difficult for his temper to flare up. "Depends on whether you're da kind o' girl that goes for weak, kitteny blokes... if so, then I've bin betta" he managed a chuckle, which did nothing for his already pounding migraine, and only caused even more blood to gush from his nose, ruining his already ruined sweater. "You look dreadful" she pointed out.
And once again, the pyrokinetic was left surprised by his own reaction, instead of saying something to the effect of "Well you don' look so 'ot yerself!", what he said instead was "Way ta kick a guy when 'e's down, luv". Though, he refrained from chuckling this time, he and his head were already a mess, and after the long trek through this sewer to get back home, he couldn't even begin to imagine what he would look like by the time he got back, if he even managed to get back. Right now he was struggling with so much as pushing himself away from the ladder he was using to support his bodyweight, because there was no way he could hold himself up, and with that realization his brow furrowed, and using the only available hand he had, rummaged through his pocket in search of his cell phone. He would have to contact either Avalanche or Blob.
Unfortunately, once his cell was in his grasp, and flipped open, his bleared vision prevented him from making out a single button in front of him. And it seemed he wasn't just wobbly on his feet, but his hands were trembling also, so badly a grumble wasn't even elicited by him when the phone slipped from between his fingers, hitting the water and leaving a splash in its wake. "You got a way o' gettin' 'ome, luv?" he asked, setting aside the rather problematic predicament he was in for the time being.
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Having asking him if he was ok it was a moment or two later that it became blaringly obvious that he was most defintely not alright. The man was bleeding all over the place! Peering at him through her pink hair (that was now starting to fall out of the bun she had had it on at the start of the night) she blinked at his blood soaked sleeve before grimacing. Lovely. At least she was able to move about without much hassle, despite still having a thudding headache from the idiot chucking her into the bar earlier but otherwise she was in one piece...which meant she would have to help him get out of here and home. Bloody hell, why hadn't she just stayed at home? Even the school was safer than out here..surely she had learnt that the hardest way possible when she had first come to America? Humans would never be able to live with people like her and she would probably always be afraid of them- and they of her.
"Depends on whether you're da kind o' girl that goes for weak, kitteny blokes... if so, then I've bin betta"
Stepping a little closer to him, and wrinkling her nose as she did so, she sighed softly at him comment. "I would hardly call you a weak man," She told him before muttering under her breath, "Insane maybe...".
"Way ta kick a guy when 'e's down, luv" She gave a small grimace of a smile as she watched him fumble about in his pocket and as he pulled out a cell phone she bent over slightly and tore the bottom of her dress off -leaving very little for the imagination at the same time- and just as she was about to hand it over she watched as he flipped open his mobile phone....and then drop it into the water. Well, that buggered his plans up didn't it? She hoped he didn't expect her to go crawling about looking for it because there was absolutely no way she was going to do that. "Here," She held out the black material in her hand, "Use this for a little while, it will probably do a little more than your jumper. Maybe." At the very least it would stem the blood flow long enough for it to either stop or for them to get back up onto the surface. She didn't fancy being stuck down here all night.
"You got a way o' gettin' 'ome, luv?" That was a good question. Turning her eyes down she looked at herself before spieing the purse she had slung over her shoulder in the panic of getting out of the mob. "Yes actually," She pulled the bag up slightly so she could fish about in it for a moment before pulling out a small and sleek mobile that she very rarely used except for emergencies. Well, this was certainly an emergency although she wasn't very happy that she was going to have to use it...Although there was no way she was going to call the school, she had no one to talk to there anyway, despite having been there for several years she hadn't made any connections to the people there. So she had no choice but to dial another number.
"Hello? Charles?" Still watching the other mutant she spoke into the phone although it was obvious she wasn't very happy about it. "I need a lift...yes send the car please." She spoke the name of the street that was only around the corner from their position but still far enough that the crowd of humans wouldn't see them and then hung up with a sigh. Putting the phone back into her bag she thought for a moment about how good the signal was down in the sewers...did the companies think about that? Probably not. It was still a miracle she had been able to place the call. Although now she was going to have to go to the house she had bought when she had been released from the hospital- she had only been there once or twice in all the time she had lived over here. She certainly hadn't planned on going tonight.
She stepped closer to the male, "Put your arm over my shoulders, I'll take your weight," She hoped anyway, "We only need to get to the next manhole cover and then we can get out of this disgusting place."
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Post by pyro on Dec 11, 2011 19:10:37 GMT -5
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Insane he could live with, he had gotten that a number of times before. Pyromania was the most common mental affliction that was hurled his way, and it was done so often that he didn't even bother to point out the difference between what he did, and what an actual pyromaniac did. John didn't start fires to relieve tension. He started them because he could. Pyromania was a compulsive disorder, and Pyro could control his desire to start fires... except in the case of humans, especially the kind he had the spent the night encountering, morons that thought they could walk all over his kind, and all because they were different. And they were, they were superior.
He touched his cell with the toe of his sneaker, trying to make out whether it was still usable in the water, when the sound of something tearing caught his attention, and he glanced up to watch as she ripped away the fabric of her dress, revealing more of her leg, in particular her thigh, that had been otherwise covered. "Here," she offered it to him, "Use this for a little while; it will probably do a little more than your jumper. Maybe." he listened to her explanation, even if he thought his own methods were just fine, he realized he was in no fit state to argue right now, and hesitantly took the piece of fabric from her outstretched hand.
There was one upside to him actually listening for a change, the scent of the perfume in her dress kept the stench of this sewer at bay. And as he held the fabric to this nose, where his sleeve had once been, he noticed her fumbling around in her purse, until she produced a cell phone, and one that cost way beyond the means of someone her age. Sure, she had caught John's attention in the bar earlier with her refined accent, but almost all British accents sounded sophisticated to him, so it hadn't been reason enough for him to assume affluence on her part. In any case, for whatever reason, she didn't seem best pleased when someone on the other end answered, going by the name 'Charles'.
Still, the pyrokinetic didn't question any of this. Being a private person himself, Pyro understood the need others had to keep their own personal lives just that. When she hung up, she took a step in his direction, leaving him with the vague impression that it wasn't just she that was going somewhere, but that he was going with her, and because of that, John mentally cursed the fact his phone was beyond salvaging. He really needed to get back to Brotherhood HQ. If he was missing too long, he knew Dom and Freddy would get worried; Dom especially after the way things went down in Kuwait, while Freddy would tear apart every bar in Manhattan looking for him.
"Put your arm over my shoulders, I'll take your weight," she offered; he had been right after all, "We only need to get to the next manhole cover and then we can get out of this disgusting place." she elaborated. He was hesitant, but the fact of the matter was, Pyro wasn't going anywhere in his current state, not alone anyway. And considering what had just become of his cell, he wasn't getting in contact with his teammates either. The only thing he could really do that would be of any help to himself right now was to listen, and go with her, and with a deep sigh, still holding the fabric of her dress to his nose, he conceded.
"Well, there's my ego lyin' in tatters" he grumbled, slinging his arm across her shoulders, trying his best not to let her carry too much of his weight with a frame as petite as hers. "Jus' occurred ta me that you neva answered me question earlier... on account of a crazy little girl, an' a drunken moron" he snickered as they walked down the tunnel... well, as she walked down the tunnel, helping John along. "I meant what I said though, ya don' 'ave ta answer... ya can jus' feed me some made-up story, makes no difference ta me" he chuckled. Because his vision was so bleared, he couldn't really see when they were going, much less make out if they were getting close to the next manhole, until they came to an abrupt halt.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2011 20:14:47 GMT -5
Lexi very nearly gave a grunt when he put his arm over her shoulder although she didn't allow it to pass her lips- for one thing it was highly undignified and for another she would probably never hear the end of it once they were out of this place. So she kept silent and once she had settled his arm so that it was comfortable for the both of them decided he wasn't too heavy..or at least not too heavy that she wouldn't be able to move at all. She would be able to get him to the next cover and perhaps help him back up onto the surface but by then she hoped the car would have turned up which means she would have someone to help her...thank goodness! She wasn't sure she wanted to be stuck with the male all evening.
"Well, there's my ego lyin' in tatters" She eyed him for a moment before deciding that it was probably an easy thing to say that the man obviously had issues with accepting help. Even more so from someone like herself- a stranger who hadn't even given over her name yet. However she wasn't going to let such a small thing get in the way of the fact that she wanted to get out of this place as quickly as possible and if he had any hopes of getting out in somewhat one piece then he would just have to grin and bear the shame of it all. Besides it was his own bloody fault and he would have to make do. "We all have that problem at some point or other." She informed him as she took a step in the direction of the cover she needed to get to.
She hoped she wasn't going to get lost. It just wouldn't do for her to offer help and then not be able to get them out of here. Looking about her she looked for some sort of markings on the walls but finding nothing closed her eyes slightly in frustration. Why did everything have to be so difficult? Was it too much to ask for a little help? Bugger it, she would just have to assume they were heading in the right direction and hope that there were no other tunnels parting from this one as lets face it she didn't exactly frequent the sewers in her spare time.
"Jus' occurred ta me that you neva answered me question earlier... on account of a crazy little girl, an' a drunken moron. I meant what I said though, ya don' 'ave ta answer... ya can jus' feed me some made-up story, makes no difference ta me"
Her eyes snapped fully open before she turned them to look at him from the corner of her vision. What on earth was he asking such a thing now for? He must have been bashed around a lot worse than it looked and it looked pretty bad anyway. At the mention of the crazy girl a pink flush passed over her cheeks as she recalled the insane ramblings that had been thrown about in the bar- she had never met with someone with such uncouth manners in her life and to say such things! Well, she would probably be having nightmares about it later....she would have to drown some good old wine once she got back home to at least partially block the night out. If she never had to think about tonight again it would be far too soon. She pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind for now and instead thought about the question he had asked her before everything had gone to hell.
Why had she come to America?
The thought brought the same stabbing pain in her chest like it always did. Why. It was a question she herself had asked more than once. Why had her parents thought it would be a good idea? It had been no safer than back home...in fact here it was worse. She frowned and turned her eyes away from the man she was helping although it was more to do with hiding the tears that shimmered in their depths than not wanting to look at him. For some reason the thought of showing such a weakness in front of anyone -especially a stranger- was almost too much to bear. The thought of admitting the truth more so, but that was simply because she had never even told those she lived with the truth. Many of them thought she had just moved here...although they were quite wrong in that respect. She had never wanted to come here. She still didn't want to be here...she wanted to be somewhere quiet with her plants where no one could touch her although that was a dream she would have to keep dreaming as it certainly wasn't going to come true anytime soon.
"My parents thought it would be safer." She eventually said, although it was said so softly she wasn't sure if he had even heard her. She said nothing more about it although it was obvious that there was so much more to say and the emotion in her voice was enough to convince anyone that whatever had happened it had not been good. It had been far from good. Her parents had thought they were doing the right thing by bringing her here and yet all it had done was get them killed. Lexi herself had nearly died, escaping with barely a breath in her body thanks to the manservant they had brought with them- he had taken her to a hospital where she had spent the first few weeks of being in a new country in a coma. She still had the scars to show how close the bullets had come to ending her life. She sometimes wished they had succeeded- at least then she wouldn't have to live day by day with the pain of knowing that it had all be her fault.
Forcing her mind away from those painful memories she turned back to a thought she had had earlier. They were still unknown to one another and that was a problem if she was going to keep helping him. However, she wasn't sure if she wanted to introduce herself with her given name or the name she had given herself when she had found out she was a mutant. As she pondered this minor dilemna she suddenly realised they were at the next cover and with a sudden stop she peered up at the murky ceiling looking for the cover although she couldn't see it. Which meant there was nothing to do but climb up the slimy ladders. Great. Her evening was getting better and better.
"I'll have to climb up," She told him as she slipped her head from under his arm, holding onto him so he wouldn't fall over or anything without the support of her body. "Hopefully Charles will be here....otherwise I'll have to help you climb up" She eyed the ladder with distaste, wishing not for the first time that she had thought to stay at home tonight. She put a foot on the bottom rung before she suddenly turned to him. "Oh, my name is Foxglove." With that said she quickly made her way up the ladder and with a little more of the hidden strength from before, moved the cover so she could wriggle through the gap before pulling herself onto the tarmac road (which she noticed was thankfully empty).
"Ma'am?" She looked up into the wrinkled and concerned face of the manservant Charles.
"Ah," She rolled onto her backside before waving at the manhole. "Down there...we really need to get him up and home so I can patch him up." He looked from her to the manhole and then back again.
"Very good ma'am." Charles moved to the hole she had created and with barely any effort at all moved the rest of the metal to allow him to get his own body through before he made his way down to the male she had left behind. Well, she certainly did know where to pick the strays up. Charles very nearly sniffed in distaste at the sight of the boy before him. Well, this was a turn up for the books but alas his little miss had told him to collect the boy so collect he was going to do. "Pardon me," He commented before picking the lad up as if he weighed nothing and made his way back up the ladder to where Lexi was waiting for the two of them by the car. "Home ma'am?" He asked as soon as the pair of them were above ground and she gave a nod.
"Home."
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Post by pyro on Dec 18, 2011 15:28:35 GMT -5
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The further they ventured down this tunnel, the more difficulty Pyro was experiencing in keeping his eyes opened. The migraine had done the damage, and all Pyro wanted to do right now was fall asleep. He knew if that happened, he was sure to be out of commission for days, but right now the thought that Dom and Freddy would be worried didn't matter to him anymore, all that mattered to him was a place to rest, comfortable or not. In his current condition, he could sleep on a mess of nails and glass, and wouldn't notice the difference between that and a bed. She could collapse under his weight right now, and he wouldn't care about falling into sewage water. The tunnel they were journeying through could explode, and he wouldn't even hear the explosion, just like he could barely hear a word she said to him now, it was all just incoherent mumbling in his ear.
It was rather a pity too, because truth or lie, he was quite interested in how she would respond to his question, and how she would explain her choice to come here. If there was one thing he learned from being around mutants all the years he had spent in America, it was that they all had their fair share of stories to tell, especially if they weren't from the states, or New York, originally. In almost all cases, they had run away from home. Sometimes they had told their parents the truth, and been ostracized from their families as a result. Often times they didn't, and just ran away for fear of how they would react once they found out. After all, there were some mutations that couldn't be disguised; the Blob's being a very good example.
His senses managed to return to him briefly when he felt the sensation of cold metal on his cheek, and found himself leaning against a ladder. He heard that agrokinetic speak up, and much more clearly in his ear this time, something about having to climb up, someone named Charles, and something else regarding a foxglove. Before he could muster up some small semblance of strength to ask her what she was talking about, what energy he had remaining left him, and the last thing he saw before drifting off was a light above, glistening in the water of the sewer.
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