lies, lies, lies
Who: Mystique, Claire Bennet
What: At the gym, Mystique lies, lies, lies.
When: January 9th 2009
Rating: General
Claire : *in the gym, then, doing weight-lifting reps*
Mystique : *oh, definitely a place to encounter Mystique. She's there as Lily, but actually exiting - for a simple reason. She's going to ~change~*
Claire : *brushes her hair out of her eyes and nods at "Lily," breathless* Hey.
Mystique : *nods back* Hey.
Claire : You're not working out?
Mystique : I'm done. *a smile* I wake up early.
Claire : Huh. *another rep, then puts her weights back on the rack* Then why are you hanging around the gym? Looking for cute guys?
Mystique : I just forgot something - came in to pick it up, is all. *shrug* I'm a bit too old for that game, young lady.
Claire : Too old? You? *definite surprise; she probably would've placed Lily in her early thirties*
Mystique : *that's what she means, actually* I'm not into the buff and the brainless.
Claire : Neither am I, but it doesn't mean I don't like to look.
Mystique : *chuckles, a little* That's an honest admission.
Claire : *shrugs* Why lie? *towels off her face and arms*
Mystique : *because it's useful* I guess. I'm sorry, I have to go. It was nice meeting you. *extends a handshake* *she'll be coming back in as Anna Marshall in just a sec*
Claire : *only when you have to hide the truth* Oh, you too. Sorry I'm sweaty. *shakes her hand quickly*
Mystique : *does as well, and goes, without giving a name.*
Claire : *shrugs, watching her leave, before stepping on the treadmill*
Mystique : *a moment later, a cheerful redhead walks in, smiling brightly. She's about 19, has braids, and is wearing a blue jumpsuit* Hi! *and hop! On her nearing threadmill*
Claire : *well, she's certainly going to be better company than the last person was, so Claire smiles at her and ups her pace a little* Hi!
Mystique : *oh, definitely - though Lily wasn't intending to be pleasant at all* Hi there, how are you?
Claire : Okay. Kind of busy, I'm trying to beat my record.
Mystique : *peers over at her clock* Not bad. *is walking sluggishly, yes*
Claire : Do you work out a lot?
Mystique : Not really. *a sweet smile* I used to at NYC, but... *shrug* I'm getting lazy, here.
Claire : You're from New York? Cool, my family lives there.
Mystique : Oh yeah? *beaming!* Where at?
Claire : They're kind of spread-out through the city. I've only been there once, though, I'm from California. *which is a lie, she's from Texas*
Mystique : *is the accent a possible give-away? even if it is, Anna!Mystique doesn't react* Oh, nice. Whereabouts?
Claire : *it's not, her accent is pretty neutral* Costa Verde. How about you? Where are you from?
Mystique : Brooklyn. *a grin* Just an ordinary girl.
Claire : You're from Brooklyn and you're ordinary? *grins back, though*
Mystique : Yeah. Aren't all students? *shrugs*
Claire : Not all of them.
Mystique : Well. I am dating a millionaire. Sort of. *hasn't seen him in three months, but!*
Claire : Wow, really? Who? *has a feeling she knows who it is already*
Mystique : The industrialist, Brucie?
Claire : Brucie? You mean Bruce Wayne?
Mystique : That's the one. *nod nod*
Claire : He's a cool guy. I didn't know he was dating anyone.
Mystique : *neither does he!* I think we're on a break of sorts.
Claire : What happened?
Mystique : I haven't seen him in a while. *shrugs*
Claire : Guess a guy like him must be busy. *being Batman and teaching Claire martial arts on the side*
Mystique : I guess. It's alright. He's a bit old for me.
Claire : How'd you guys meet?
Mystique : Playing monopoly.
Claire : *laughs* Didn't see him as the monopoly type.
Mystique : He was okay. *if a bit hapless*
Claire : Maybe he's better at that sort of stuff in real life? Buying companies, and stuff?
Mystique : Well yes. He's a millionaire. *though... inheritances help to be that, erhem*
What: At the gym, Mystique lies, lies, lies.
When: January 9th 2009
Rating: General
Claire : *in the gym, then, doing weight-lifting reps*
Mystique : *oh, definitely a place to encounter Mystique. She's there as Lily, but actually exiting - for a simple reason. She's going to ~change~*
Claire : *brushes her hair out of her eyes and nods at "Lily," breathless* Hey.
Mystique : *nods back* Hey.
Claire : You're not working out?
Mystique : I'm done. *a smile* I wake up early.
Claire : Huh. *another rep, then puts her weights back on the rack* Then why are you hanging around the gym? Looking for cute guys?
Mystique : I just forgot something - came in to pick it up, is all. *shrug* I'm a bit too old for that game, young lady.
Claire : Too old? You? *definite surprise; she probably would've placed Lily in her early thirties*
Mystique : *that's what she means, actually* I'm not into the buff and the brainless.
Claire : Neither am I, but it doesn't mean I don't like to look.
Mystique : *chuckles, a little* That's an honest admission.
Claire : *shrugs* Why lie? *towels off her face and arms*
Mystique : *because it's useful* I guess. I'm sorry, I have to go. It was nice meeting you. *extends a handshake* *she'll be coming back in as Anna Marshall in just a sec*
Claire : *only when you have to hide the truth* Oh, you too. Sorry I'm sweaty. *shakes her hand quickly*
Mystique : *does as well, and goes, without giving a name.*
Claire : *shrugs, watching her leave, before stepping on the treadmill*
Mystique : *a moment later, a cheerful redhead walks in, smiling brightly. She's about 19, has braids, and is wearing a blue jumpsuit* Hi! *and hop! On her nearing threadmill*
Claire : *well, she's certainly going to be better company than the last person was, so Claire smiles at her and ups her pace a little* Hi!
Mystique : *oh, definitely - though Lily wasn't intending to be pleasant at all* Hi there, how are you?
Claire : Okay. Kind of busy, I'm trying to beat my record.
Mystique : *peers over at her clock* Not bad. *is walking sluggishly, yes*
Claire : Do you work out a lot?
Mystique : Not really. *a sweet smile* I used to at NYC, but... *shrug* I'm getting lazy, here.
Claire : You're from New York? Cool, my family lives there.
Mystique : Oh yeah? *beaming!* Where at?
Claire : They're kind of spread-out through the city. I've only been there once, though, I'm from California. *which is a lie, she's from Texas*
Mystique : *is the accent a possible give-away? even if it is, Anna!Mystique doesn't react* Oh, nice. Whereabouts?
Claire : *it's not, her accent is pretty neutral* Costa Verde. How about you? Where are you from?
Mystique : Brooklyn. *a grin* Just an ordinary girl.
Claire : You're from Brooklyn and you're ordinary? *grins back, though*
Mystique : Yeah. Aren't all students? *shrugs*
Claire : Not all of them.
Mystique : Well. I am dating a millionaire. Sort of. *hasn't seen him in three months, but!*
Claire : Wow, really? Who? *has a feeling she knows who it is already*
Mystique : The industrialist, Brucie?
Claire : Brucie? You mean Bruce Wayne?
Mystique : That's the one. *nod nod*
Claire : He's a cool guy. I didn't know he was dating anyone.
Mystique : *neither does he!* I think we're on a break of sorts.
Claire : What happened?
Mystique : I haven't seen him in a while. *shrugs*
Claire : Guess a guy like him must be busy. *being Batman and teaching Claire martial arts on the side*
Mystique : I guess. It's alright. He's a bit old for me.
Claire : How'd you guys meet?
Mystique : Playing monopoly.
Claire : *laughs* Didn't see him as the monopoly type.
Mystique : He was okay. *if a bit hapless*
Claire : Maybe he's better at that sort of stuff in real life? Buying companies, and stuff?
Mystique : Well yes. He's a millionaire. *though... inheritances help to be that, erhem*