magnetic play time anyone? [open]

[greenhaired]

When Lorna got stressed, she ate. When Lorna got bored, she painted her nails, rearranged her clothes, alphabetised her books before moving them back to preference, organised her socks, sorted her shoes, called her friends and possibly, if she was still looking for something to do after all that, she would read one of her books

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[psychoempath]

On her quest for a quiet spot Liv had decided that going outside was probably a good idea. If all else failed she would have to dig a hole for herself and pray that there was no mutant around that could find her. She was in the middle of that very entertaining train of thought when a moving car caught her attention.

Normally a moving car wasn't exactly interesting-one without passengers that moved back and forth was. Looking around herself she tried to find the source of those weird movements; being in a base full of mutants it was highly plausible that someone was around using their powers. Her eyes fell on a green haired girl she hadn't noticed before, she had been busy digging a tunnel to freedom with a plastic spoon.

"Is that your version of rocking back and forth or do you just hate cars?"

Talking to someone was still better than trying to study, which showed her how desperate she really was.

[greenhaired]

Turning to the red head, Lorna raised a perfectly sculpted, green eyebrow and smirked slightly, "No, I'm just incredibly bored and anything entertains." It wasn't exactly easy to miss Lorna -green hair and everything. But lately, she hadn't really been up for the social scene deal. And really, hanging out wasn't her thing in these sorts of places.

"This is just mindless power stimulation." Emma had taught her, in passing, that even just the smallest of actions with powers was good practices. Something as mundane as playing with the metallic parts of the car suited her fine, really.

At that point, honestly, talking to a brick wall would've been a step up.

[psychoempath]

"Yeah, I've just arrived basically, but this place doesn't seem to be the most exciting to be in."

Frankly, her ideas of fun acitivities revlved mostly around things that weren't allowed in here and that didn't do much to raise her spirits. Repeating 'This is better than jail' over and over didn't do much to improve that.

"So, what's the special trick that brought you here?"

Talking to Angel had made her realize that she should probably pay more attention to her surroundings, especially now that she was surrounded by other mutants. And at the same time, maybe work on her people skills. Asking about her mutation was a safer bet than asking about her hair-being a redhead she knew exactly how annoying it was to have people ask if that color was real.

[greenhaired]

Even if it wasn't asked, Lorna's hand immediately went to her hair, running through the loose locks. She'd dyed it for so many years before simply getting sick of hiding herself. Now, it was usually the first thing people brought up, and if they didn't verbally mention it, they were thinking it. "No, my amazing wit got me here." Naturally, Lorna wasn't in the best of moods. She really needed to find something out there to stimulate her mind. Or at the very least interest her for half an hour. There was only so much working out you could do in one day.

"Yes, this is my mutant power, I control magnetism. It's neat." With a small scowl, she shoved the car, propelling it down the base and then stopping it almost a hundred yards away from the little army idiots. "Is this the show and tell part?"

[psychoempath]

Liv raised an eyebrow at the other mutant and grinned. Her day just got a tiny bit more interesting.

"So is that wir part of your mutation or is that just part of your charming personality?"

She watched the car move across the base and felt a bout of power envy coming. How could it e that every mutant she had met so far had cooler powers then hers?

"This is actually the part where I'm either trying to find a drink in this god damn place or pull my hair out screaming. That's what I do for fun."

Either that or she better come up with a neat show and tell trick. Like that one time when she had made two little holes into her hands and let her eyes bleed. The nuns hadn't found that quite as funny as she did though.

[greenhaired]

"The wit is born and bred in California," and really, private school in Beverly Hills, you better have some wit with airheads everywhere. "It's more of necessity than a personality adage." No, her wit came from being smarter than her peers, from being far more mature than the daddies little girls that surrounded her and then being not so kindly informed that she was less than perfect because she had a mutated strand in her DNA.

Screw them.

"Ah, the dry bar seems to be a real problem. Looks like you'll be going bald." Frankly, Lorna could do with a drink as well. She didn't normally, tended to deal with things without inebriation, but she didn't mind a few out on the town.

This place was enough to drive anyone to drink though.

[psychoempath]

"Ah, California, the land of dreams for every New England girl." Everyone but her. She had always wanted to live somewhere where she could get lost in the woods and find some lumberjacks to laugh at-Monty Python was to blame for that part.

"I won't go bald if I can avoid it. There's a chapter on the effects of alcohol on the brain in my wonderful book somewhere-either I find out how to reproduce that or I migh have to ferment some juice."

Not that she really was that desperate for a drink...yet. It was all she really had when it came to having fun and it did help her slep. It was kind of hard to sleep when she heard and felt everything going on in her body unless she was drunk or extremely tired.

[greenhaired]

Lorna just nodded slightly. "I wouldn't know, alcohol doesn't affect my brain the same." Her impulses were all different. At least that was what she'd been told. The magnetic base of her power altering her brain waves just a tad.

It only meant she didn't get the same type of messages others would.

"I've heard a few rumours from the soldiers. There's one person on camp that can get booze. Don't know who, but you should listen out for that." There, Lorna could play nice, she could be friendly, even bored as she was. "I'm Lorna Dane, or Polaris if you want to get codename-savvy."

[psychoempath]

"Anyone who can get their hands on booze is my friend." There was always someone like that, everywhere. Except maybe for mental hospitals. But there they made sure to fill you up with nice little pills of all sorts, which made alcohol less interesting to most. And she hadn't been much interested in drinking when she was 15.

Right, people skills.

"Olivia Hughes, no code name. Most people just call me Liv."

[greenhaired]

"Well, I'll listen out and let you know." If that was something that would make things better for Liv, then Lorna could keep a ear-out for the information. Surely there would be at least one person that knew the tricks to get things inside.

"Oh, so...you're my room mate?" Lorna hadn't exactly been keeping 'normal' hours. More often than not she spent the night in the gym working out, slept part of the morning and then joined in the rest of the training for the day.

"I'm not really good at this."