an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired

[jamesmadrox]

When most people think about the nature of love, they turn to platitudes better suited for the romance section of a Hallmark store. For them, love is about a fat little baby and a quiver full of heart-tipped arrows, shooting people with the implicit feeling that love is supposed to hurt for all that it's reported to feel good. They think of roses

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[making_choices]

Even standing on his hands he's attractive. I'm really not sure how the man does it, but he does. Which is likely why I'm standing here watching him, and grinning like a fool.

"You do that on purpose? I mean, sand scrubs are in from what I hear." Tony called the words out from the trees, not stepping out of the shade. Sometimes he liked watching.

[jamesmadrox]

Well, monologue of the devil.

"What?" said Jamie, looking at his hands before he turned to face Tony. "Oh, no. This-" he pointed to his hair "-was solely the product of not paying attention to what the hell I was doing."

[making_choices]

"It's cause you noticed me, right? I'm that distracting?" Tony raised an eyebrow, immediately squinting when he stepped out into the sun. "So does that make you smarter? Standing on your head, your blood rushing to your brain, all of that."

[jamesmadrox]

"Uh huh, that must be it," he said, brushing his hands off on his trousers as he laughed. He ran the now sand-free hand through his hair again, intent on getting out the sand he'd put in there in the first place. "No, it just makes me bored and over-qualified."

[unit_girl]

When Jo came across a handsome man doing a handstand that he could stay up in on the beach, of course it made her stop and look. And admire. She'd never really seen anyone stay up like that for so long, except for gymnasts on the telly.

Once he stood up properly she thought she ought to go over, not wanting to look like she'd been stood there ogling him, even if that's what she had been doing, sort of.

"You know you have sand in your hair," she said, peering up at his head, before dropping her gaze down a little to his face. "That was amazing, how do you stay like that for so long?"

[jamesmadrox]

Jamie blinked at the woman, looking at his hands before he glanced upwards, almost like he was trying to see his hair. He couldn't but it made for a good effect.

"I was an Olympic gymnast in a past life," he said, smiling slightly. He stuck out his hand before he thought better of it, brushed it off on his trousers, and offered it again. "Jamie Madrox."

[unit_girl]

She smiled back and shook his hand. "Jo Grant. Did you win any medals?" She reached up with one hand to brush at his hair. "Bend down and I'll get it out for you." She was too short to see the top of his head.

[jamesmadrox]

Not particularly known for saying no to anything - At least not the first time. - Jamie bent down as instructed, laughing a little but otherwise staying still so that Jo could get rid of the sand.

"Nah," he said, "I placed in the top five in a couple events but that's about it."

[wishesandsmoke]

"That was impressive," Eden said, head tilting slightly to the side as she smiled, "right up to the bit with the sand. Hi." She stood with thumbs hooked into the pockets of her jeans, expression inquisitive. It was better to poke into the business of others than consider her own, after all. Right after the Company files had shown up, she'd had a couple peaceful weeks, and odd as the latest turn of events had been, there was no reason things shouldn't've stayed calm. But that, she guessed, was too much to ask for.

[jamesmadrox]

There was a sheepish air about Jamie's smile as he brushed off his hands on his trousers. "It sort of ruined the effect, didn't it?" he said, running his now sand-free hand through his hair again.

[wishesandsmoke]

"Just a little bit." Eden laughed softly, nodding. "But I couldn't do it with or without the sand, so... still pretty impressive." She'd picked up a few tricks, working for the Company, but gymnastics had never been one of them.

[jamesmadrox]

"My ego appreciates the compliment," he said, grinning brightly, "but it's not that hard, really." Beat. "Well, okay, the freestanding sort of is, just in terms of balance, but if you have, say, a wall or a person holding your legs..." He trailed off, shrugging.

[dreaming_cowboy]

Handstands. Well, it's one way to kill time.

"Trying out for a talent show?" he says, wandering in Jamie's general direction.

[jamesmadrox]

Jamie brushed his hands off on his trousers before he looked up at Spike. "Not exactly," he said with something of a laugh. "More like...trying to beat boredom."

[dreaming_cowboy]

Right. Giant M tattoo. Well, to each his own.

"Yeah, that's a problem," Spike agrees, and wonders if he should add handstands to his list of things to attempt himself. "It working?"

[jamesmadrox]

"Not really," he admitted. "Now I'm just covered in sand and my head hurts." I'm not entirely sure that's from the handstand, though.

[segaboybrodie]

From somewhere behind Madrox came the sound of applause, straight from the hands of one Brodie Bruce. Mostly because he hadn't had the time to find a poster sized piece of paper and a marker so that he could scribble out a fucking 4.5 for Mary Lou Retton there.

"So when's that shit with the two rings?" Brodie asked him.

[jamesmadrox]

"No idea," replied Jamie, brushing his hands off on his trousers as he looked over at Brodie. "But I was always better at floor anyway." He stretched his arms over his head before letting them fall to his sides. "What's up?"

[segaboybrodie]

"Besides trying to figure out how you deal with all the damn dupes all the time, pretty much the same shit as you," Brodie responded. Except for the whole tattoo showing up out of FUCKING NOWHERE thing.

[jamesmadrox]

Jamie frowned, looking more than a little puzzled. "And you'd be trying to figure that out why exactly?" he said.