Potent Poisons
So I got the honor of some one on one time with Toxin today. Talk about a hottie. The only problem with her is that she's got that same off quality of the rest of the women on this island. There's definitely something wicked under that beautiful facade. I think I'm gonna have to talk to her some more. Definitely a good person whose good side you want to stay on. She doesn't act like a Second in command though. Gotta worry about that flirting thing though. It could end up very deadly for me. I wonder if I would have been as wary had I not had that run in with Amara last night . . .
For the early evening, the weight room is oddly empty. Its only occupant at the moment isn't easily recognizable, swinging around on the higher of the uneven bars. All that's really visible is the long sleeved black leotard and the black ponytail swinging behind her. Toxin releases the higher bar, flying down and catching the lower one expertly. She swings for a couple of rounds on this one, and then heads back up to the higher of the two.
Unfortunately for Syphon, he has an Ipod he found in his room that is loaded with his intense deathmetal mix that he uses to work out blasting in his ears. He hikes up the sleeves on the hooded sweatshirt he's wearing, revealing that his hands and wrists are wrapped with prewrap and tape. His eyes are half-closed and he walks to the heavy bag as if he is drawn to it and stretches quite a bit. Bones and joints pop a bit and he groans slightly in a mix of comfort and pain. A deep breath is all that leads into a rapid series of punches and kicks to the heavy bag that appear to match a rhythym probably from his music.
Luckily, Toxin is focused enough on what's going on outside her that she hears the thumping of somebody's fists on a bag. Stretching out straight, she swings around once, twice, and then releases the bar, doing a backflip before hitting the mat on her feet. A quick look around the room spots its only other occupant. She shakes her hair down out of its ponytail, then very quietly creeps up behind Thomas and jerks at his Ipod. Doing a back handspring out of the way should he try to hit her, when he turns around all he'll see is a golden-haired angel with green eyes, smiling sweetly at him.
Thomas is so intensely focused on his workout that he doesn't even notice Toxin's swinging, let alone her dismount. He keeps beating away on the punching bag and pretty much makes the predicted attack but in an unpredictable way. When the music stops and he feels the tug at his waistband where the Ipod was clipped, he drops his upper body to the side of the swinging bag and kicks his right leg which was his front leg, out in a roundhouse which would be about even with the average male head. His adrenaline is pumping and his fight instinct is in control. His body swings around with the momentum of his unobstructed foot and he finds himself in a half crouched stance, where he stays.
"Naughty naughty. Attacking a fellow Brotherhooder can get you into trouble." Toxin says, the smile still in place. Her handspring had taken her well out of Syphon's reach, and with her hands folded behind her back, she tilts her head to one side, renewing the smile. "You're Thomas, right?" She bends one leg, resting that one on her toe while she puts all her weight on her other leg. Definitely not a combat stance. That most people can tell, anyway.
Thomas relaxes a bit, still maintaining a loose fighting stance since he's not quite sure what to expect. He nods slightly as he pulls the earbuds from his ears and keeps the cord in his two hands. "Syphon. And you're Toxin. Magneto made your name and rank perfectly clear. Sorry about that kick, but I can't help the adrenaline." He watches her carefully still, as if he's waiting for something.
Toxin laughs softly, certainly not acting like the hard-nosed second in command that some of the recruits talk about. "Syphon, then. And it's all right. Are you settling in well?" At the moment, with her bright gold-green eyes and innocent smile, she doesn't look her 23 years, let alone any older or harder. She turns and starts to walk a little, circling around him, her feet setting down toes first, like a ballet dancer.
Thomas keeps his loose stance, but follows her with his head, only turning his body slightly when she leaves his ultimate field of vision. He keeps the cord in his hands taut, but not obviously so. "I'm getting by ok. Aside from a couple of minor run-ins with certain individuals, it's been fine. I'll be alot happier when these are off." He nods to his arms and a raised portion of the tape obviously reveals Magneto's wonderfully ingenius bands. He smirks slightly.
As if Toxin could be taken down with an Ipod cord. Please. "Let me guess. You had a run in with either Padraig, LuXu, or both." She stops walking in circles, having taken a good enough look at him for now. Instead, she steps in closer and lightly places her hand on the tape, raising his arm to get a better look at the bands. "Those will be off soon." she assures him, her voice slightly comforting.
It's not like it's intended as a debilitating weapon, but more like a distraction type weapon. Syphon chuckles at her choices and shakes his head. "No. Padraig was actually quite congenial when I met him, though he is a bit of a clown. And as for LuXu, I haven't met him yet. My only real run-in was with Sabella. It was all really a big misunderstanding, but she's not my biggest fan." He watches as she takes his arm and lets the arm she's holding release the cord. "I certainly hope so."
Toxin continues to check the band, mostly making sure that they aren't too tight and cutting into his arms. She brushes her wrist against the length of his arm, careful not to actually touch his skin with her hands. Reaching for the other arm, she glances up, smiles, and comments, "Sabella can be difficult, if you don't know how to handle her." She inspects the other band, having to stand pretty much in front of and rather close to Syphon to do so. "Magneto needs only to know in his own mind that you won't betray him, and he'll leave you be."
Thomas shrugs, for some reason waiting for her to try to attack him in some way, as some kind of test or something. He uses his free hand to rub the back of his neck a bit as it is starting to stiffen from his sudden stop in the workout. "She questioned my loyalty to the Cause. I defended myself. She took exception to it and threatened to beat me with my own tongue." That's about all the explanation he's willing to give on the subject and so he drops it. "Is there something I can do to convince him of that?" He catches a wiff of something, perhaps a perfume or shampoo or something, but it's not the air fresheners and it's definitely noticable.
Toxin rarely attacks people unless there's a good reason. Her specialty is stealth, not frontline combat. "Sabella...is very protective of everyone on the island. I'd recommend trying to earn her respect. Even as a fighter, she's not to be trifled with." She knows Syphon isn't one to be toyed with either, but she can't resist. Dropping his hand, she smiles once more, the look in her eyes a friendly one as she looks up at him. "Just...keep doing what you're doing. That's really all you -can- do. Generally, when one comes to the Brotherhood, you are sponsored by someone. You don't have that advantage, unless you can convince a senior to vouch for you."
Thomas nods. "Trust me, my intention was never to disrespect Sabella at all. I just don't take kindly to people questioning my dedication to the Cause. The Cause is why I was left to rot in that stinking MutantMax. The Cause is why I'm here now and not sunning myself in Puerta Vallarta with a cold drink right now." He speaks in a low tone, given their close proximity, but his voice is intense. He takes a step back slowly, and turns to the heavy bag. His face suddenly has a look of slight distress. "Who would honestly want to sponsor me? I'm just an ex-con with a decent shot." He drills the bag once again, causing it to swing back and forth.
"Sunning on a beah in a bikini and drinking a pina colada sounds pretty good to me right now." Despite all appearances, Toxin sounds perfectly sincere when she says that. Heading over to her pile of stuff, she picks up a pair of wrist length silk gloves and slides them on, then heads back over to Syphon. "Want some advice? About life here?" she inquires, stepping between him and the bag and taking one of his hands in hers.
Thomas blinks and watches her go over to her stuff. A quick appraisal puts her directly into the 'definitely' column on his list of the women on this island. "We have more important things to do than relax on a beach. But one day I will do just that, perhaps when I need a short break." He watches her approach and watches her take his hand. "Any advice would be great, I'm kinda stuck in limbo right now as far as this place is concerned." Nuance, it's all about nuance. Give the appearance of the lost puppy and someone will take pity.
Aww, puppies are cute. "Anybody can use a vacation now and again." she says in a soft voice, then smiles just a little. But it's a different kind of smile, one made of ice rather than one of light. Toxin looks down at his hand, then back up again. "Don't trust what you see, or hear on this island until you get to know people. You may get help or something you want, but the price will probably be more than you want to pay." Her demeanor completely changing, she taps one finger on the end of his nose, her eyes dancing with mischeif. "You're cute. In a Navy SEAL, soldier back from a tour sort of way." And she start to back off and head to her gear, releasing his hand either when he resists or they get to their limits.
Yeah, you're not so bad yourself in that psychopatic BH Island-dweller female sort of way. He smiles slightly at her, though her change in demeanor was definitely noticed and not completely enjoyed. It was almost as if seeing the truth bleeding through a mask she was putting on. "I'll remember that. Thanks. " He turns back to the heavy bag and stares at it, breathing to center himself. Suddenly he turns back to Toxin. "So are you gonna give it to me?" Oh the connotations and innuendo. Someone's going to get himself hurt, but when she turns around she'll see the cord to his Ipod earbuds dangling from his now raised hand.
Toxin is not a psychopath, thank you very much. That's Creed. She smirks at him and draws the Ipod out of the front of her leotard, tossing it up and down in one hand. "You want it?" she queries, her face the picture of innocence. One has to wonder what the real Toxin is like. She stands the Ipod up on end and balances it on one finger for a second. Holding it behind her back, she grins. "Come and get it."
Thomas steps forward carefully, quickly closing the distance between them. He feints the first obvious move, which would be to grab directly for it with the right, but is fully prepared to snatch it with his left if she moves it that way. In the name of rescuing his Ipod, he has effectively put his arm around her. Certain large, dark, jealous type men would probably rip Tommy's spleen out through his ear if they were to wander in right about now. Unfortunately he's all about getting that Ipod back. "Gimme!"
Toxin doesn't move, a playful smile affixed to her face. Just before he gets his arm around her, the Ipod is tossed to the mat a few feet behind her. "You know, if someone walked in right now, they might get the wrong idea." she murmers, her eyes sparkling. Yes, she's enjoying this, probably a little too much. However, she starts backing up this time around.
Thomas shakes his head. "All I want is my Ipod, not you." Uhoh, speaking before thinking again. It's really only been since he's been on this Island that he started doing that. He probably just destroyed any chance of staying on Toxin's good side with that little bout of stupidity. Then again, who knows, she might take that as a challenge. All these things rush through Tommy's mind as he starts moving for the Ipod directly. He apparently leaves himself open to any kind of attack, even though he's always ready to defend.
Toxin's face falls as he says that, and it looks almost like she's about to cry. "So you don't like me?" Uh oh Tommy, you're going to make her cry! Crocodile tears they'll be, but still, he made a girl cry, that's just mean. However, when he moves for his Ipod, Toxin drops to the ground. But that's not all. Her leg comes up, presumably for him to trip over and fall on his face. Yep, you might just have made her good and mad. Or maybe not.
Expecting something from that uber-stupid remark, Syphon almost grins as the leg comes out to trip him and rolls easily over it. As he comes up on one knee, he reaches over and grabs his Ipod. He waggles his eyebrows and winks with a grin. "I didn't mean it like that." He plugs the Ipod into the earbud cord and stuffs it into the pocket of his hoodie. "Thanks for the Ipod back though." As he comes to his feet, he extends his arm to give her a hand up as a possible gesture of appology and kindness. He's not a bad guy, you know.
And if he had fallen for -that-, Toxin's estimation of him would have gone way, way down. Instead, she merely grins at him. "I bet you didn't." she retorts, shaking her head. She doesn't try to stop him from getting his Ipod back, instead simply folding one leg over another and watching him until he offers to help her up. "You're welcome." Reaching up, she carefully puts her hand in his. And of course, she's ready to slap him around a little should he try anything at this point.
Thomas merely pulls her to her feet. As much as the urge to give her a hip toss tries to rear its ugly head, he manages to just get her up. He just kind of stands there, not sure what to do at this point. "So . . . "
Toxin probably would have had his head on her way over him had he tried that. Easily retrieving her hand from his, she takes a step closer, simply looking up at him for the moment. There's another smile on her face, this one much kinder than the last. She reaches up and taps his chin with a finger. "You are kinda cute." And with that, she turns and starts off. Bye bye.
Thomas shakes his head and turns back to the heavy bag. He plugs his earbuds back in and begins beating the bag again with a slight chuckle. Oh the characters on this little island. Now all we need is a Gilligan and we're all set.
For the early evening, the weight room is oddly empty. Its only occupant at the moment isn't easily recognizable, swinging around on the higher of the uneven bars. All that's really visible is the long sleeved black leotard and the black ponytail swinging behind her. Toxin releases the higher bar, flying down and catching the lower one expertly. She swings for a couple of rounds on this one, and then heads back up to the higher of the two.
Unfortunately for Syphon, he has an Ipod he found in his room that is loaded with his intense deathmetal mix that he uses to work out blasting in his ears. He hikes up the sleeves on the hooded sweatshirt he's wearing, revealing that his hands and wrists are wrapped with prewrap and tape. His eyes are half-closed and he walks to the heavy bag as if he is drawn to it and stretches quite a bit. Bones and joints pop a bit and he groans slightly in a mix of comfort and pain. A deep breath is all that leads into a rapid series of punches and kicks to the heavy bag that appear to match a rhythym probably from his music.
Luckily, Toxin is focused enough on what's going on outside her that she hears the thumping of somebody's fists on a bag. Stretching out straight, she swings around once, twice, and then releases the bar, doing a backflip before hitting the mat on her feet. A quick look around the room spots its only other occupant. She shakes her hair down out of its ponytail, then very quietly creeps up behind Thomas and jerks at his Ipod. Doing a back handspring out of the way should he try to hit her, when he turns around all he'll see is a golden-haired angel with green eyes, smiling sweetly at him.
Thomas is so intensely focused on his workout that he doesn't even notice Toxin's swinging, let alone her dismount. He keeps beating away on the punching bag and pretty much makes the predicted attack but in an unpredictable way. When the music stops and he feels the tug at his waistband where the Ipod was clipped, he drops his upper body to the side of the swinging bag and kicks his right leg which was his front leg, out in a roundhouse which would be about even with the average male head. His adrenaline is pumping and his fight instinct is in control. His body swings around with the momentum of his unobstructed foot and he finds himself in a half crouched stance, where he stays.
"Naughty naughty. Attacking a fellow Brotherhooder can get you into trouble." Toxin says, the smile still in place. Her handspring had taken her well out of Syphon's reach, and with her hands folded behind her back, she tilts her head to one side, renewing the smile. "You're Thomas, right?" She bends one leg, resting that one on her toe while she puts all her weight on her other leg. Definitely not a combat stance. That most people can tell, anyway.
Thomas relaxes a bit, still maintaining a loose fighting stance since he's not quite sure what to expect. He nods slightly as he pulls the earbuds from his ears and keeps the cord in his two hands. "Syphon. And you're Toxin. Magneto made your name and rank perfectly clear. Sorry about that kick, but I can't help the adrenaline." He watches her carefully still, as if he's waiting for something.
Toxin laughs softly, certainly not acting like the hard-nosed second in command that some of the recruits talk about. "Syphon, then. And it's all right. Are you settling in well?" At the moment, with her bright gold-green eyes and innocent smile, she doesn't look her 23 years, let alone any older or harder. She turns and starts to walk a little, circling around him, her feet setting down toes first, like a ballet dancer.
Thomas keeps his loose stance, but follows her with his head, only turning his body slightly when she leaves his ultimate field of vision. He keeps the cord in his hands taut, but not obviously so. "I'm getting by ok. Aside from a couple of minor run-ins with certain individuals, it's been fine. I'll be alot happier when these are off." He nods to his arms and a raised portion of the tape obviously reveals Magneto's wonderfully ingenius bands. He smirks slightly.
As if Toxin could be taken down with an Ipod cord. Please. "Let me guess. You had a run in with either Padraig, LuXu, or both." She stops walking in circles, having taken a good enough look at him for now. Instead, she steps in closer and lightly places her hand on the tape, raising his arm to get a better look at the bands. "Those will be off soon." she assures him, her voice slightly comforting.
It's not like it's intended as a debilitating weapon, but more like a distraction type weapon. Syphon chuckles at her choices and shakes his head. "No. Padraig was actually quite congenial when I met him, though he is a bit of a clown. And as for LuXu, I haven't met him yet. My only real run-in was with Sabella. It was all really a big misunderstanding, but she's not my biggest fan." He watches as she takes his arm and lets the arm she's holding release the cord. "I certainly hope so."
Toxin continues to check the band, mostly making sure that they aren't too tight and cutting into his arms. She brushes her wrist against the length of his arm, careful not to actually touch his skin with her hands. Reaching for the other arm, she glances up, smiles, and comments, "Sabella can be difficult, if you don't know how to handle her." She inspects the other band, having to stand pretty much in front of and rather close to Syphon to do so. "Magneto needs only to know in his own mind that you won't betray him, and he'll leave you be."
Thomas shrugs, for some reason waiting for her to try to attack him in some way, as some kind of test or something. He uses his free hand to rub the back of his neck a bit as it is starting to stiffen from his sudden stop in the workout. "She questioned my loyalty to the Cause. I defended myself. She took exception to it and threatened to beat me with my own tongue." That's about all the explanation he's willing to give on the subject and so he drops it. "Is there something I can do to convince him of that?" He catches a wiff of something, perhaps a perfume or shampoo or something, but it's not the air fresheners and it's definitely noticable.
Toxin rarely attacks people unless there's a good reason. Her specialty is stealth, not frontline combat. "Sabella...is very protective of everyone on the island. I'd recommend trying to earn her respect. Even as a fighter, she's not to be trifled with." She knows Syphon isn't one to be toyed with either, but she can't resist. Dropping his hand, she smiles once more, the look in her eyes a friendly one as she looks up at him. "Just...keep doing what you're doing. That's really all you -can- do. Generally, when one comes to the Brotherhood, you are sponsored by someone. You don't have that advantage, unless you can convince a senior to vouch for you."
Thomas nods. "Trust me, my intention was never to disrespect Sabella at all. I just don't take kindly to people questioning my dedication to the Cause. The Cause is why I was left to rot in that stinking MutantMax. The Cause is why I'm here now and not sunning myself in Puerta Vallarta with a cold drink right now." He speaks in a low tone, given their close proximity, but his voice is intense. He takes a step back slowly, and turns to the heavy bag. His face suddenly has a look of slight distress. "Who would honestly want to sponsor me? I'm just an ex-con with a decent shot." He drills the bag once again, causing it to swing back and forth.
"Sunning on a beah in a bikini and drinking a pina colada sounds pretty good to me right now." Despite all appearances, Toxin sounds perfectly sincere when she says that. Heading over to her pile of stuff, she picks up a pair of wrist length silk gloves and slides them on, then heads back over to Syphon. "Want some advice? About life here?" she inquires, stepping between him and the bag and taking one of his hands in hers.
Thomas blinks and watches her go over to her stuff. A quick appraisal puts her directly into the 'definitely' column on his list of the women on this island. "We have more important things to do than relax on a beach. But one day I will do just that, perhaps when I need a short break." He watches her approach and watches her take his hand. "Any advice would be great, I'm kinda stuck in limbo right now as far as this place is concerned." Nuance, it's all about nuance. Give the appearance of the lost puppy and someone will take pity.
Aww, puppies are cute. "Anybody can use a vacation now and again." she says in a soft voice, then smiles just a little. But it's a different kind of smile, one made of ice rather than one of light. Toxin looks down at his hand, then back up again. "Don't trust what you see, or hear on this island until you get to know people. You may get help or something you want, but the price will probably be more than you want to pay." Her demeanor completely changing, she taps one finger on the end of his nose, her eyes dancing with mischeif. "You're cute. In a Navy SEAL, soldier back from a tour sort of way." And she start to back off and head to her gear, releasing his hand either when he resists or they get to their limits.
Yeah, you're not so bad yourself in that psychopatic BH Island-dweller female sort of way. He smiles slightly at her, though her change in demeanor was definitely noticed and not completely enjoyed. It was almost as if seeing the truth bleeding through a mask she was putting on. "I'll remember that. Thanks. " He turns back to the heavy bag and stares at it, breathing to center himself. Suddenly he turns back to Toxin. "So are you gonna give it to me?" Oh the connotations and innuendo. Someone's going to get himself hurt, but when she turns around she'll see the cord to his Ipod earbuds dangling from his now raised hand.
Toxin is not a psychopath, thank you very much. That's Creed. She smirks at him and draws the Ipod out of the front of her leotard, tossing it up and down in one hand. "You want it?" she queries, her face the picture of innocence. One has to wonder what the real Toxin is like. She stands the Ipod up on end and balances it on one finger for a second. Holding it behind her back, she grins. "Come and get it."
Thomas steps forward carefully, quickly closing the distance between them. He feints the first obvious move, which would be to grab directly for it with the right, but is fully prepared to snatch it with his left if she moves it that way. In the name of rescuing his Ipod, he has effectively put his arm around her. Certain large, dark, jealous type men would probably rip Tommy's spleen out through his ear if they were to wander in right about now. Unfortunately he's all about getting that Ipod back. "Gimme!"
Toxin doesn't move, a playful smile affixed to her face. Just before he gets his arm around her, the Ipod is tossed to the mat a few feet behind her. "You know, if someone walked in right now, they might get the wrong idea." she murmers, her eyes sparkling. Yes, she's enjoying this, probably a little too much. However, she starts backing up this time around.
Thomas shakes his head. "All I want is my Ipod, not you." Uhoh, speaking before thinking again. It's really only been since he's been on this Island that he started doing that. He probably just destroyed any chance of staying on Toxin's good side with that little bout of stupidity. Then again, who knows, she might take that as a challenge. All these things rush through Tommy's mind as he starts moving for the Ipod directly. He apparently leaves himself open to any kind of attack, even though he's always ready to defend.
Toxin's face falls as he says that, and it looks almost like she's about to cry. "So you don't like me?" Uh oh Tommy, you're going to make her cry! Crocodile tears they'll be, but still, he made a girl cry, that's just mean. However, when he moves for his Ipod, Toxin drops to the ground. But that's not all. Her leg comes up, presumably for him to trip over and fall on his face. Yep, you might just have made her good and mad. Or maybe not.
Expecting something from that uber-stupid remark, Syphon almost grins as the leg comes out to trip him and rolls easily over it. As he comes up on one knee, he reaches over and grabs his Ipod. He waggles his eyebrows and winks with a grin. "I didn't mean it like that." He plugs the Ipod into the earbud cord and stuffs it into the pocket of his hoodie. "Thanks for the Ipod back though." As he comes to his feet, he extends his arm to give her a hand up as a possible gesture of appology and kindness. He's not a bad guy, you know.
And if he had fallen for -that-, Toxin's estimation of him would have gone way, way down. Instead, she merely grins at him. "I bet you didn't." she retorts, shaking her head. She doesn't try to stop him from getting his Ipod back, instead simply folding one leg over another and watching him until he offers to help her up. "You're welcome." Reaching up, she carefully puts her hand in his. And of course, she's ready to slap him around a little should he try anything at this point.
Thomas merely pulls her to her feet. As much as the urge to give her a hip toss tries to rear its ugly head, he manages to just get her up. He just kind of stands there, not sure what to do at this point. "So . . . "
Toxin probably would have had his head on her way over him had he tried that. Easily retrieving her hand from his, she takes a step closer, simply looking up at him for the moment. There's another smile on her face, this one much kinder than the last. She reaches up and taps his chin with a finger. "You are kinda cute." And with that, she turns and starts off. Bye bye.
Thomas shakes his head and turns back to the heavy bag. He plugs his earbuds back in and begins beating the bag again with a slight chuckle. Oh the characters on this little island. Now all we need is a Gilligan and we're all set.