Comments | atthemansion: First, these methods are limited to systems.... 1960s flight research times.

onceflewicarus in atthemansion

First, these methods are limited to systems.... 1960s flight research times.

Jul 29, 2011 20:42

Characters: Jay & Open
Date & Time: July 27th, afternoon.
Setting: The library. So sexy. :|
Summary: Jay, the great blue and black girl, probably should figure out why she passed out...
Rating: SFW?
Status: OPEN

( The air's so heavy // It could drown a butterfly If it flew too high // And i get the feeling // That the truck driver ain't shy )

jay guthrie

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greenhairs July 31 2011, 04:07:54 UTC

Lorna had grown accustomed to seeing the mutants that had physical side effects. Wings were new though and it took her a few minutes before she could gather the courage to talk to the girl that had sat in a nearby seat. It wasn't that she thought they were strange, they were beautiful, she just wasn't good at new situations.

"Advances in Applied Mechanics? A bit of light reading?" she asked as she shifted in her seat, readjusting her book of poetry on her knee.

onceflewicarus July 31 2011, 04:22:01 UTC

Jay was going to have to get used to that being the first thing people saw anymore, what they would remember her as. If she hadn't still had reason to be cautious as to their condition she had very little doubt as to whether or not she would bind them back up again. As it was however, she was unsure if they'd even take to being bound anymore, let alone how comfortable it would be.

When Lorna spoke, she looked up from her notes, hair spread across her still-bruised face and a half-broken pencil between her teeth. "There isn't much in the subject." Jay tried to explain, "and I'm pretty sure it's all gibberish anyway. Who are you?"

greenhairs July 31 2011, 05:17:34 UTC

"It's just that they try to use the most complicated way to explain the simplest things," she said rolling her eyes. "My adopted father is a scientist. I think they do it to make themselves feel smarter. It's like another language."

She was beginning to hate her next question. She never knew who knew about her and Alex. "Lorna. Lorna Dane. I'm pretty new to the Mansion." She closed her book. "I didn't mean to interrupt."

onceflewicarus July 31 2011, 10:39:42 UTC

Thankfully, luckily perhaps- for all that Alex knew about her exes, he only knew the story of his. To Jay? Lorna was just some green-haired girl like her. "It's alright, I never got past a C in science classes anyway. You're not interrupting much."

She placed her notebook kn the textbook, the dictionaries in each other and set the whole lot off in front of her. "Jay Guthrie, I've been here a bit, but not long enough to catch anyone's smarts."

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staticsnap July 31 2011, 21:51:34 UTC

Once, when he had been very small - maybe five or six, because he still had trouble remembering whether the bunny went around the tree or into the hole first when tying laces - Ben had found a bird's nest. It was the year that they had moved to the seventh floor of the apartment complex that he couldn't remember ever not living in. He didn't remember why, exactly; had it been the pipes? Ben knew there had been a problem with the water because on Sunday mornings, half-past ten when the sun had bled into the shabby rooms and demanded waking, Uncle Peter would stand over the kitchen sink with the coffee boiler in hand as the water ran, a weary and low anger look on his face as he waited for it to go clear. Had that been the same year ( ... )

onceflewicarus July 31 2011, 23:56:09 UTC

She jumped. Jay couldn't exactly help it- she may be able to mimic sounds, but by no means was she able to hear them better than anyone else. The pencil that was riding between her teeth flew out and she turned to face her shock. Both wings pinned themselves to her back- something that, while painful, a fact she was getting used to.

"Jesus Christ kid. You scared me." Jay whispered (after all, it was a library) and stood, only just slow enough not to tip over the chair.

"Didn't they teach you it wasn't nice to sneak up on someone?"

staticsnap August 1 2011, 00:14:33 UTC

Ben gave a shrug as he came around the edge of the shelf, propping hip and shoulder against it's broad side. He seemed reluctant to come close, cautious as he would be around a spooked and wounded animal.

"Which they?" he asked, eyes following hers as she stood. "The same ones that taught you not to rest after getting hurt? Because they're not so good, it seems."

onceflewicarus August 1 2011, 03:11:14 UTC

"It's not as bad as it looks." Jay assured the boy. She knew a Ben and Erik had 'saved' her, but she had yet to put a face to the name. So instead of thanking him (as she eventually intended) she did her best to down play it.

"I just fell a bit the other day." She poked a bruise on her arm experimentally. "See? They don't even hurt."

He looked young. Younger than even Jay- which meant he had to be... what. Fifteen? Sixteen? Barely old enough to have his voice breaking. Just a kid really. "What's it to you anyway?"

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