Can you say bored? [ota but not patrolling minions -sorry, he's sneaky]

[spikyflyboy]

Lt. Worth was not happy. He did not like the snow. He'd already ruined two of his favoured flight suits, and his rubix cube was still no where near done. And his hands itched to be in a cockpit. They said it wasn't punishment -who the fuck were they kidding? He'd been shipped out to the middle of nowhere, Russia because he was a mutant and that was

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[spikyflyboy]

He couldn't help it, even in this shitty place, he grinned when she just plopped down. Looking up and around, Worth faked a look of confusion. "Is there a mirror around that I missed?"

Cheesy, yes. But damn, did he care?

"You're out late." He paused his game, because well, he was gonna drown anyway -Mario didn't hold his breath very long it seemed. "Cutting class?"

[spikyflyboy]

"Meh," one shoulder shrugged, and a bone sort of slipped through the surface, with a small wince, Jane pushed it back in. "Not so much." He wouldn't mention that actually, hearing her call him that, yeah, not so cold.

"How about you? Wandering around at night, in the middle of an ice age and," he paused slightly, looking at her. "Are you wearing jammies?"

[watch_the_nails]

Victor had been spending more and more time in the garage lately; it was way too damn cold to spend too much time in the snow, even for him, and he just couldn't stand having to sit in the Mess Hall or the Rec Room and being stuck with God knows how many other mutants. It made him want to scream, or at least lash out at most of them. He wasn't used to having to stay cooped up like that, and he hated it. At least in the garage he didn't freeze his ass off, and no-one else bothered him too much.

This time, though, as he walked into the building, he was immediately aware of a new scent cutting through the more familiar smells of diesel and brake fluid. A new male scent. He frowned; new males were always worth making a note of, since he felt he had to establish his Alpha Male status with them as soon as possible. Impress them, threaten them if he had to, warn them off Emma. Puffing himself up like a peacock, he strolled towards the newcomer with a stern look on his face.

[spikyflyboy]

There was a shadow. Right over his game. Jane tried moving to the side; nope, didn't work. Hitting pause he looked up, raising an eyebrow in question at the rather large, stern male. Not Stryker, at least.

"Um, could you just," Jane tried to wave his hand in the direction he wanted said large, stern male to move, "just a little to the side. You're blocking my light."

Mario was this close to actually completing the level with 100% on coins and power ups. Jane would not let that go.

[watch_the_nails]

"You're blocking my garage." That was how he thought of it, sometimes. Any place where he started to spend time became his territory, although he did draw the line at pissing on it to claim it. He sniffed indignantly and stared down at the smaller man, slightly intrigued by what he was doing. He seemed to be holding some kind of small electronic screen; Victor wasn't familiar with portable entertainment systems in general. He had to admit, he was curious. "What're you doing there, anyway? That some kind of remote detonation system?"

For all Victor knew, this man was some kind of a spy, sending covert information back to his own superiors. More importantly, it didn't overly bother him as long as he and the few he cared about were safe.

[spikyflyboy]

"Umm, no. This would be a Nintendo DS. It's a game?" He held it up to show it, while still sitting on his spot -butt on pillow- taking up less than a square foot of space.

Hmm, possessive little ... well, big, guy. "Just, sitting here. Playing a game. Not being in my room. You know." And he was still blocking the light. "Seriously, just like, an inch to the left," he didn't add the please, and managed to keep the whine out of his voice. Sometimes, he did know what was good for him.

[blazing_touch]

*Edie was wandering around camp when she heard the curse. Assuming it was due to someone being cold, she scrunched her face up. She had difficulty understanding why people would go out into the cold if it bothered them that much. Entering the garage she wondered if she had been imagining things until she spotted the light.

She stepped closer to the source and stood, head cocked to one side watching.*

Hi.

[spikyflyboy]

Worth looked up, smiling quickly and looking back down to his game. "Hey." Looked like he wasn't the only one out after curfew. Not that it bothered him at all.

At least she wasn't standing directly in his light source.

[blazing_touch]

*Edie sat down, legs crossed underneath her. She didn't speak, she just watched him play his game. Flames lit up around her fingers, rolling around them and floating through the air around her.*

[spikyflyboy]

But the light from her fire flickered too much; Worth frowned slightly as he almost ran Mario into a wall. Donkey Kong over took him and he tutted slightly, getting back into it only to get hit by a shell from Yoshi.

"Man;" Worth was nothing if not a serious gamer. "Could you not do that?" Sure, it might've provided a little warmth, but really he wasn't that bothered if it interrupted his chances at winning the Mushroom Cup in 150cc. That was just not right.

[spikyflyboy]

Running his hand through his hair, stopping to stare at the garage door as he started towards his room again. He really wasn't all that interested in going to bed right then.

He was agitated and a little miffed, and damn, why hadn't he just left when Des had? He tried to move quietly, knowing that there were a few people patrolling around the place.

Stepping inside and carefully closing the door, and standing inside, he started towards the dorms.

[spikyflyboy]

His face tugged in an unsure gesture, he was half prepared to shrug but stopped. "I'm not really sure, actually." Edie just threw a major cog in his works, and he wasn't too keen on that.

"What're you still doing up?" She'd left a while ago, stating she wanted to hit the sack, and yet, here she was. He was a little grateful for that.