Hey. I lost a lighter. It's a Zippo, shark decal, and none of you assholes better be thinking about keeping it for yourself.

[Yes, he lost a bunch of clothes, too, but those are far less important. And he ought to at least... try to be a little nice.Look, it's important, okay? And I know a bunch of you don't like me all that much and would rather ( Read more... )

Okay, I swear to whatever god resides over this stupid boat, I will burn it into the water if someone doesn't shut these damn shadows up soon.

Oh,  shut up. What happened to you being the god? You can't even touch that fire down the hall and even if you could, you get winded after five minutes. You're a weakling. You could burn down the boat if you ( Read more... )

That was ridiculous. At least I lucked out with that body-changing nonsense... There's this psycho-boat and people think mutants are dangerous, fuck...

Look, is there anything else I should be ready for?

[Let the things he should be ready for begin.]

[John definitely once used to be a little boy, and once again, he is one. He's a scared, sad, and bruised little boy left wandering the halls of the MS Elegante alone.

The small, frail child has found himself at the buffet and since it seems as good an idea as any, he waits at one of the tables.

Maybe his parents will find him... hopefully they won't ( Read more... )

I'm guessing there's no other mutants here. At least not the same as me. Been here long enough to pick up on that. Just in case, though, anyone got anything to tell me? About mutants, I mean.

Oh, and, hey. Looks like an open bar around here. Any rules about drinking and age?

[Anyone near the bar in Sergei's will find John there, having a drink for ( Read more... )

[It did not take much for John to finally realize this is not Stryker's facility. In fact, all it took was that "brig."

And his conclusion is that this place is worse than anything Stryker could do.

Though still shaken by the three days down there (had to have been longer than that, this asshole of a captain had to have left him down there longer), ( Read more... )

[The comm. clicks on and there’s low thumping, like someone tapping it.] This stupid thing even working? Professor Monroe. Grey? Hello?

Dammit. Last I remember… [Last John remembers, he was lying in the snow holding his head, sure the pain was going to kill him. Now he’s in some sort of containment facility with a communicator, sort of like the ones ( Read more... )