Comments | atthemansion: can only make me stronger

convinco in atthemansion

can only make me stronger

Nov 12, 2011 21:27

Characters: Betsy & Hank
Date & Time: November 12th/Morning
Setting: the mansion grounds
Summary: Betsy wants to train.
Rating: TBD
Status: open to Hank

( harder, better, faster, stronger )

hank mccoy, betsy braddock

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donotmockme November 13 2011, 04:06:53 UTC

It was a long accepted rumor in the Mansion that Hank did not sleep. This was a fallacy of course, Hank slept as much as any typical man. The difference was of course, was the when, how, and where of the matters. He didn't see the point in wasting a third of his life flat on his back when there was so much work ahead of him, and thus instead of the expected eight hours, he cat-napped twenty and thirty minutes throughout the day. Little bits of time when no one was around, and no experiment or calculating took priority. This of course, created the illusion of his lack of sleep, and gave him plenty of time to keep busy ( ... )

convinco November 13 2011, 05:26:17 UTC

Betsy was still panting heavily, trying to catch her breath, when a piece of cloth was thrust into her line of vision. Betsy swallowed the painful lump in her throat and looked up, blinking sweat of her eyes. At the sight of the unfamiliar young man, she quickly straightened up. "Oh, I'm alright, thanks. Just a little winded."

With a grateful nod, she took the handkerchief and dabbed gingerly at her forehead. Even with all her very British manners, she never quite knew what to do with someone else's handkerchief after using it. It seemed rude, not to mention gross, to simply hand it right back. Noting the way he was dressed, she asked with a smile, "Out for an early morning stroll of your own, are you?" She was so focused on her own run that she hadn't noticed anyone else out and about. It was then that she looked down at his bare feet. "You're running without shoes?" If she noticed anything else about the condition of his feet, she politely refrained from mention it. "Isn't that uncomfortable?"

donotmockme November 13 2011, 11:27:30 UTC

Naturally, Hank assumed that any comment made in regards to his footwear (and thus; feet) would be of the negative sort. Even when spoken by someone as obviously stunning as Betsy; he had no hope. Under better circumstances, he may hope to woo her away from such topics with his 'wit' - but here? Now? Dressed in running pants and a gray hoodie? He had no hope.

As soon as she mentioned those betraying appendages; Hank's toes curled all the way under. An uncomfortable way to walk; but one he was so used to, the pain and awkwardness was hardly worth noting upon. Instead, Hank offered the girl his patented awkward quirk of a smile as he replied; fixing his glasses.

"Early to bed Early to Rise. So they say. You can hold onto that." He assured her, pointing to his handkerchief. "I have dozens."

convinco November 13 2011, 15:56:48 UTC

Betsy didn't need to be psychic to pick up on Hank's discomfort with the topic. She almost apologized for bringing it up, but sensed that her efforts might be better used for steering the conversation elsewhere. Before she looked away from his unique feet, however, she said, "You don't have to hide. It's safe here and I'm not judging you." To add reassurance behind her words, she concentrated and the familiar purple butterfly shaped aura came up before her eyes as she gently nudged her thoughts into Hank's mind. << I apologize for the intrusion, but I wanted to let you see that I am being truthful, not merely polite. I would not negatively judge another mutant's gifts. Whatever they are. >> Every ounce of her sincerity poured forth from her mind into Hank's. Since it wasn't a forceful push, Betsy made sure that the experience was not painful or otherwise too uncomfortable. She herself always compared it to the feeling of sinking into a nice hot bath. << Trust me, handsome. I've seen much worse. You don't ever have to worry or be ( ... )

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