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Triple character post! (OTA, Nudge to whomever has not met them yet.)

Nov 22, 2009 22:59

Bradley was in the rec room. He was back to his eternal struggle with improving the television, although at this point it might have made more sense just to build a new one. But this was now a matter of pride. He would best the foul beast, if it took him another month to do so. It had won several battles, but he was determined to win the war. ( Read more... )

✝ talia moretti, ✝ julian 'scion' keller, chris 'bolt' bradley, ✝ katherine 'fade' pryde, ✝ jessica 'siren' davies, mark 'martini' martinez, jack hendley

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Chris! intangibleuse November 23 2009, 07:21:14 UTC

Kat stepped into the hallway, pointedly ignoring her newly arrived boyfriend for the time being. She wanted to go to Wisdom's room, to visit. To catch up on six months of being apart, but after his little stunt in the hallway she was staying away from him.

She was just outside of the rec room as the lights dimmed and she looked up, curious. Blinking, she pushed open the door to see a man standing there, kicking at the television.

Grinning, she tilted her head. "Trying to fix it?"

Re: Chris! lightbulbtrix November 23 2009, 07:34:42 UTC

Bradley looked up, hopping on one foot. Kicking a television made of hard metal and glass was not the world's smartest idea, and his toes were now paying the price for his impulsiveness.

"That, and teaching the bastard machine a lesson in manners."

As if hearing him, the TV flickered for a moment, then went dim completely. Chris shrugged.

"See what I mean?"

Re: Chris! intangibleuse November 23 2009, 07:42:17 UTC

Kat grinned, wrinkling her nose in a half wince as he hopped around on one foot. "I'm pretty certain that particular piece of machinery is the devil. The devil doesn't have any manners, I'm pretty sure."

She chuckled at the television before glancing back up at Chris.

"I'm Kat, by the way. Need any help? I'm pretty good with electronics. Computers mostly is what my experience is in."

Re: Chris! lightbulbtrix November 23 2009, 07:55:40 UTC

Chris managed a smile at that. She seemed like a decent sort. "Guess that means the devil is a communist. Pretty sure this thing has been here since before the Iron Curtain fell."

Chris hopped over to her, managing to stumble over one of the bundle of wires strewn across the floor, but recovering himself. He held out a hand. "Bradley. Normally, I'm pretty good as well, but this particular delight has one of the worst attitudes I've ever come across. And foulest mouths. I'm pretty sure I've learned some new swearwords in Russian from it."

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bitter_sweet_t November 23 2009, 07:31:45 UTC

For Chris.

*Talia walked past the rec room as the lights flickered on and off and few choice words were muttered, well to be honest cursed. She turned around and walked into the rec room just as a man kicked at the TV.*

What did the TV ever do to you? *Talia said jokingly.*

lightbulbtrix November 23 2009, 07:39:42 UTC

Chris looked up at a face which had been around camp for some time now, but whom he had not talked to. He nodded to her as he sat down on the floor by the TV, not willing to risk more injury to himself.

He smiled a little and said, "Nothing, actually. It jumped out and crushed my toes for no good reason. Honest."

bitter_sweet_t November 23 2009, 09:33:54 UTC

*Talia smiled and sat down on the couch in the rec room.*

It looks like it is the type to just jump out of no where and crush someone's toes. *Talia laughed.*

I'm Talia by the way. *Talia still wasn't willing to hold her hand out to anyone in case her mutation decided to appear. Instead she smiled*

lightbulbtrix November 23 2009, 10:01:17 UTC

"I believe someone else already called it the devil." Chris began rewiring part of the tempermental television.

Chris noted the fact Talia didn't hold out her hand when she offered her name, but he didn't think much of it. In a camp with mutations like Rogue's running around, he had gotten used to the reluctance had some to physical contact. "Bradley. I've seen you around base a bit, but I tend to become a bit of a hermit at times."

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cover_your_ears November 23 2009, 07:59:31 UTC

For Jack

Jessie went to the mess to get coffee and she saw Jack pull the throwing knife out of the wall. There was no one else in the mess at the moment and she hadn't had a chance to talk to him since she had talked to Martini.

"It's a bit silly to dull the knife blade you just sharpened by throwing it at a wall," she said casually as she pulled a cup out of the cupboard and poured herself some coffee.

hunteroffreaks November 23 2009, 08:05:47 UTC

Jack answered her without turning his head. He was back to the table where he had his tools and knives spread out messily. He pulled out a small file, and began sharpening another, the scraping sound of metal on metal enough to set teeth on edge.

"It is not." Jack protested. Although Jessie did have a point. "I'm testing my throwing hand. Been out of commission, and I needed practice." He smirked. "Unless you'd like to volunteer as a target."

cover_your_ears November 23 2009, 08:11:24 UTC

Jessie snorted at his comment as she took a chair at the table with him.

"Well, I'm glad you're feeling better," she said sipping her coffee. She set down the mug and picked up one of the knives that needed work and a whet stone and started sharpening it. "Sleeping seems to have done you some good."

hunteroffreaks November 23 2009, 09:55:11 UTC

Jack continued sharpening the blade. "That, and a sparring match. Heard you kicked a mean little kitty's ass." He gave a genuine grin. "Shame I was laid up. I would have loved to have seen that."

He tapped her hand with his own blade. "Keep sharpenin' towards yourself, and you'll end up in the med bay."

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hellion_king November 24 2009, 01:56:22 UTC

For Martini!No matter how many times X tried to run away from Martini he always found himself drawn back to the other mutant. It was odd, he didn't understand it but out of every one in the camp there would be only a few people in which Scion considered one of his 'better team mates' and Martini was first on that list ( ... )

time_schizo November 24 2009, 02:50:45 UTC

Martini hadn't even noticed the other mutant climbing. He felt some vibrations through the trunk as Scion leapt nimbly from branch to branch, but he dismissed them as a bird or squirrel taking off from higher up in the tree. So the voice behind him caused him to start, almost jumping up, despite being fifteen feet up in the air. If the arm not holding the book hadn't been curled around the trunk, it was very likely he would have fallen right out of the pine tree. Even so, Martini nearly very lost his balance anyway.

He tried to catch his breathing as he slowly turned around, staring at X-13 with big eyes. "Jeez, Scion! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!" He made a note to teach the weapon about a little something called personal space.

Martini took in a shaky breath, trying to control his racing heart. He held up the cover of the book, where two large brown rabbits looked off into a distant green field. "Watership Down. It's about bunnies."

hellion_king November 24 2009, 03:18:52 UTC

Martini nearly fell out of the tree and Scion's hands shot up to catch the other by the shoulders to make sure he didn't. Once Martini gathered his breath and was surly steady on the tree, X released him tilting his head as he watched the fellow soldier curiously.

"...No." He replied quite blandly, knowing that if he had wanted to give Martini an actual heart attack he would only need to use his telekinesis to pinch one of the arteries to his heart. He had done it before.

The man leaned down, looking at the cover of the book before returning the gaze to Martini looking quite confused.

"....A book about rabbits. What do you need to learn about rabbits?"

time_schizo November 24 2009, 04:13:57 UTC

Martini's breathing was back to normal, and he readjusted his perch on the branch, getting more comfortable now that he was no longer in any danger of falling. "That wasn't a literal-" Martini sighed, reaching up to rub at his right shoulder. It was like talking to an alien sometimes. "Never mind."

Martini had come to expect the 'everything for the mission' attitude from Scion. He shook his head, smiling a little. "I don't need to learn about them. I read for fun. Anything else is an added bonus." He shrugged. "Besides, its fantasy. Not much to be learned from talking bunnies with names like Fiver and Bigwig."

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For Jack verysinister November 24 2009, 02:52:51 UTC

Sinister had missed lunch, not surprisingly. He'd been bent over the desk in the infirmary office and pouring over files for the team, putting together a history based on medical records. He'd lost all track of time until his stomach had reminded him.

He might not have been able to literally die of hunger, but it would still be unpleasant.

The door to the kitchen was pushed open. Sinister was dressed not in military dress but in grey slacks, a white button down shirt, and his white lab coat. He glanced at the man already occupying the space as he walked to the fridge.

Re: For Jack hunteroffreaks November 24 2009, 03:07:59 UTC

Jack's right eye flickered to the newcomer, taking in the white coat. Great. Another one. Honestly, how many doctors (and mutants, for that matter) did one camp need? Even if half the squad got caught in some dire explosion, he doubted this many would be required.

He didn't bother with a greeting, instead he merely continued oiling his blade, but while his hands continued their work automatically, his eye was now following Sinister's every move. One did not live this long by getting sloppy, and Jack had learned to treat every stranger as a possible threat.

Re: For Jack verysinister November 24 2009, 03:31:08 UTC

The 'possible threat' fixed himself a sandwich. Bread, turkey, lettuce and condiments, all in silence. He found himself an apple and a bottle of water and brought all of it to the table where the other man was and sat without asking. It was public domain, after all.

Sinister ate as silently as he'd made the food and while he did he wondered. The man was a good bit older than the median age of most of the others in the camp and Sinister glanced at him out of the corner of his eye as he placed the face to the bland files he'd been pouring over minutes before. Jack Hendley. Blind in one eye but otherwise phsyically sound.

Human.

hunteroffreaks November 24 2009, 03:51:16 UTC

Jack's hand tightened slightly around the blade he was working on, but otherwise he gave no indication that he was annoyed by the man's presence intruding on what he considered to be his space. Jack was anti-social at the best of times.

The silent two would have made a great pair of poker players, the way they observed one another, not a flicker of emotion running over either face. Jack was sizing the man up. Either he didn't know who Jack was, or he didn't care. He highly doubted the former, the man already had his file. That left the fact he didn't care, and that intrigued Jack. He made no effort to disguise his hawk-like stare as he watched Sinister eat.

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