Post by nemesis on Jun 5, 2017 23:34:43 GMT -5
Al Yatammal With a huff, and a puff, Brynjar rolled out of bed drapped in nothing but his boxers and the sheet blanket, as someone had stolen the blanket last night! Reaching over to his nightstand, he picked up the bottle of hydrocodone and popped four pills, swallowing them with a bottled water. Pushing up off the bed, he strolled into the bathroom to take a nice long hot shower, hands gliding over the large burn scar that covered half his left torso and arm. It was amazing, this gift he had been given, blessed by Odin himself. A second chance at life. Then again, his adherent gift of being able to mold his body into nearly any weapon conceiveable was a good as well. It was amazing, except for the fact he could regrow appendages over time, but the burn scars, they stayed... That was one thing he could not change. After about an hour and a half's worth of a scolding hot shower, the Norweigan departed, placing on a pair of fresh briefs, track pants and muscle shirt.[C][delete]
Al Yatammal Slowly departing the room a quietly as possible, he headed off the thoughts of last nights assault upon a mutant safe heaven still weighing heavily on his mind. It was an atrocity. Men, women, children... children were slain in a hail of gunfire and Molotov cocktails. He had put up with a lot of this over the course of his life. Hell, his own flesh and blood...his father was head of a mutant extraction task force within one of Norway's three letter organizations, that will remain a secret until he dies. His father may hate mutants, but blood is blood. something had to be done about this... He was beginning to have a change of heart about homo sapiens...[E][delete]
Christopher Xavier Despite having not chosen teaching as a career Christopher was considerably good at it, that and he liked working with those younger than himself, and even those of his age in some cases. On this day, he spent much of the morning tutoring and helping those much younger than him with basic arithmetic, not a big deal. When class ended he was free to pursue whatever it was that he found interesting, in this case it was rearranging his room, he had that kind of artistic mind. He started with the walls and floors itself working his way out towards the things in it. With a guiding hand, he turned the walls to a nice moderate beige and complemented it with soft off-white carpet that cushioned each footstep taken. His black bed, as well as furniture, were all transformed into cherry wood, his chairs leather. He found these constructive and harmless ways of exercising his abilities [c]
Christopher Xavier without having to resort to the Danger Room, it in and of itself designed and used for more combative purposes. The spread of his bed was turned into scheme of brown and white stripes divided into three, white being the middle color surrounded on each side with a dark brown. The final touches to his room came in the form of elongated windows from their original size to spanning from the ceiling to the floor, curtains matched the color of the carpets outlined with the cherry wooden color of bed and furniture. When done he stood inside the doorway and looked at everything from that perspective. He still needed to reposition his television and put in a sofa. However, that was something that was going to have to wait. Hunger had taken the lead in the many thoughts that often went through his mind of the young man in all black, he too having chosen a rather casual appearance: t-shirt, jeans and sneakers. [e]
Al Yatammal Food would be good, he was rather hungry after all. Maybe if he filled his stomach, he'd be able to remove these depressing thoughts from his head, the visions of last night's events plagued him with nightmares all night long, tossing, turning; hopefully, he didn't keep her awake all night! To the fridge first, pulling out various fruits and vegetables, like Kale, kiwi, lettuce, some other oddly named foods. all into a blender each item went, eyes closed, still trying to push the thoughts out, nothing was helping, he even tried think about the first day he met Kitty, not even that helped, he only saw her...dead, killed...murdered by the very same Homo Sapian rights activists that committed last night's atrocity. The thoughts only infuriated him more to the point of him scowling and growling. Finally, he slammed a hammer shaped fist into the counter, causing it to crack, and for the first time in many moons...Brynjar said a bad word. "MOTHER FUCKER!" Yeah, that's right, the big one... [delete]
Shadowcat steps in just to ruin all the continuity! ]
Christopher Xavier Perhaps entering into the kitchen would have been a lot more delightful if not for the screaming lunatic, or so he seemed to be, pounding on the kitchen counter. “Be it far from me to complain…” Christopher stated to Brynjar on entrance, “…but, you could take it easy on the countertop,” he added. His statement was accompanied by the touching of the countertop and the imagining of it repairing itself as if it had a healing factor. “Want to talk about it,” followed his small bout of cynicism. There was a never-ending cycle of problems that came with being here, and much of it had to do with being mutants from all sorts of unfortunate backgrounds, many much more so than his own. Because of this he often found it behooving to show compassion to those in need of it, even though he was not inclined to feel much of it for himself. Nevertheless, here was an individual experiencing pain. It was the least he could offer.
Al Yatammal Pain, agony, anguish, sorrow; heartache. Not even the few pills of codon he popped were helping. Turning toward the elder male, he simply gave him a death glare. If he had not seen the events unfold from last night, then maybe he wasn't as informed as he should be. Picking up the pitcher portion of the blender, he poured the contents into a rather large glass and snorted. "Yes, let us talk about the meaningless death of children, that alway's helps," he replied starkly. Taking a single sip of the beverage, he made his way out of the kitchen. He wasn't one to stay in there for very long, he had more important matters than to be a permanent addition to this particular room. Poolside, the first time he and Kitty Kissed, was right here... Why did they fade away? What went wrong? Maybe today he'd go out into the world, maybe go to a mutant safe haven, well another one. Mind you this was his home, but there had to be others out there, right? Others that needed protecting... Maybe.[C][delete]
Al Yatammal He should probably talk to someone about it.[E][delete]
JeanGrey In the early hours of the morning, Jean couldn't sleep. It was still black as if it were midnight, and she stared at her ceiling, feeling groggy and unnatural. She'd taken to sleeping pills in order to give everyone else in the mansion quiet nights to sleep. After the last time -- where she had caused an earthquake and had shimmied everyone awake -- she'd taken... precautions. And although it knocked her right out, she found herself still coming away, and with an aching, sore headache in her head. Sighing, feeling oddly sore even though she'd done nothing to make her feel so beat, she edged out of bed. Putting on her bathing suit and taking up a towel, in those wee hours as the sky just barely began to turn grey with the turn of 5am, she went to the pool and dived in without hesitation. It was chilly in the water, and it helped to make her feel awake. She did a few laps, then tread water at one end, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back. Her red hair swirled all around her >>
JeanGrey shoulders in the water, the headache slowly ebbing awake. Taking a deep breath, she smoothly dipped back beneath the water, and it was here that Brynjar came into the pool, while she was a black-and-white-and-red blur beneath the water, swimming the distance of the pool. She emerged with a small breath of air, standing on the shallow end, her hands smoothing her hair back from her face. Water droplets clung to her thick eyelashes, sliding over the feminine line of her jaw, catching at the fullness of her lips. Then, her crisp green eyes fell onto Bryn. "Morning," she said casually, trying to keep a light tone.
JeanGrey [[external link] <-- bathing suit. ]
Al Yatammal He could tell he wouldn't be alone the moment he stepped foot outside whether Chris followed him or not. It was five a.m. and someone was in the pool, swimming... He could hear the sounds of the swirling water. This wouldn't bother him, he didn't come out here to be alone, just for the tranquility. Chugging back the beverage, his attention was drawn toward Jean, the mutant powerhouse that usually wakes people up at night, screaming about something or another, shaking the house; quite literally. Not a care in the world, he tossed the glass behind his back, somehow managing not to break it. Lucky break I guess? Shrugging, he looked out into the water, another flashing imainge of he and Kitty's first kiss planting in his brain, but vanished just as quickly as it had come about. "Morning," he responded. Lovely, the telepath who just bores into peoples thoughts. For instance at the moment, he is seeing nothing but red, enraged, hateful, anger now...[delete]
Al Yatammal RUN ILLIDAN, RUN!)[delete]
Christopher Xavier Christopher frowned. “Well, that’s it,” he exclaimed. He walked back out along with him and ahead of him “No more scary movies foe ya mistah,” he added. He entered into the pool area first and saw jean swimming, and interesting enough it was something that he was rather fond of. “Early morning swimmah too, wicked,” he commented. The mood needed to be lightened and in his mind there was always a bit of room for a bit of leisure, and what better way to have fun than to pelt the blow hard with water pellets; hence, the gestured hand upwards and the large globe of water that divided itself into several small baseball sized globes. They were all hurled at Brynjar. He needed it, and even more so deserved it. Leave it to Christopher to play devil’s advocate by beating up on the school bully. “Heah, grumpy…drink some wotta, it’s good foe ya,” he exclaimed. [e]
JeanGrey Jean gifted Christopher with a small smile when he complimented her choice of morning activity. Her rosy lips opened to speak, sensing the disturbance in Brynjar as she moved toward the edge of the pool to rest her elbows on its ledge -- when she gasped. Her pretty green eyes went wide and she immediately clapped a hand over her lips when she watched Christopher pelt Brynjar... with pool water.
ScottSummers The morning dew was refreshing to Scott as his body felt the mist brushing against his skin as he bounced up and down on the tip of his running shoes. Sweat was forming around the brow and hairline of his groomed brown cut. A pair of ruby quartz sunglasses draped over his eyes submerging the world into shades of red, pink, and amaranth. Scott's arms were crooked and held at ribcage level as he swung them forward and back with each pace he made. He breathed in and out as he followed the path around the mansion. A stop watch on his wrist counting and calculating his heart rate, blood pressure, and oxygen level. In a moment it would beep and he would come to a stop in the back garden area of the school to let himself bend over and breathe calmly.
ScottSummers His natural red eyes, glowing with his mutant power unhinged shifted to Christopher and Jean as they were both by the pool area. Naturally Scott's attention was diverted to Jean to admire her beauty and pay respects to his attraction to the woman. This wouldn't mean Scott ignored Chris' presence and Scott would address the man first before flashing Jean a smile. They would see him approach from across the yard wearing a pair of black spandex shorts clinging to his masculine thighs as well a white T-shirt with a sweat ring around the collar and chest. It too outlined his masculine form, to no one's surprise, Scott was very into health and exercise, his fitness shown through and bared fruit that all X-Men seemed to have. "Morning, Chris and Jean. Beautiful day, isn't it?"
Al Yatammal He was annoyed as is, but pelting water at him? His arm swiftly shifted into a shield, as he placed himself behind it, causing the water to collide with the substance instead of himself. He JUST took a shower, a second one was not on the menu today; unless it involved a certain water sport with the opposite gender. The arm began to shift back to normal as he stared at Chris, growling fists clenching. Completely ignoring Scott for the time being. Brynjar was in no mood for fun and games at the moment, his mind was seriously conflicted right now, with righteous violence or letting everything happen, letting innocent mutants get slain. Can you guess which side was winning? Hint, hint, it involved painting rooms brick red. And right now he was doing his best not to focus his rage on a fellow mutant and someone he called friend. He knew the man was trying to help him cheer up, but right now; this was not the time.[C][delete]
Al Yatammal Taking a deep breath, he pushed the anger back to where it should be, on homo sapiens."Back...off."[E][delete]
Pryde of Shadowcat The surface of the water shifted, moved. Bubbles rose up in a light, frothy expellment of sudden air, bursting as they reached the surface with tiny pops and plops, sending droplets of water skittering about. It wasn't a massive amount, merely as thought someone had smashed their hand down from the surface and pushed air with it only to let it rise back up in the form of the bubbles. However, there was enough that it would fragment the view of the pool in that small area and suddenly, there was a more solid presence rising up. The dark hair glistened with a sheen from the water, sparkling in the lighting outside and giving way to the somewhat pale skin that followed. The young woman's lithe form surfaced with a breathy inhale, one that spoke of a held moment or two, but nothing too long. Her petite form gained bouyancey and she tredded the water's surface as she looked around to find who was in the pool as well. With it being in the wee hours of the morning, a normal person would
Pryde of Shadowcat assume no one, but this was the X-Mansion, normal rules wouldn't apply. Kitty swallowed and blinked the water from her eyes, the light bite of the chlorine sure to sting her eyes later. Her pink bikini might have been viewable as the bubbles stopped from her entrance. She'd phased from the underside of the pool and into the water itself, something that took a tad more focus than if she were going through more common matter. Water was tricky, but it was good practice, especially for a rainy day. When she realized there were so many others around, her cheeks rose up into a light blush and she moved backward a little in the water, looking sheepish. "Oh, I didn't realize...hi guys." -e-
Al Yatammal Slowly departing the room a quietly as possible, he headed off the thoughts of last nights assault upon a mutant safe heaven still weighing heavily on his mind. It was an atrocity. Men, women, children... children were slain in a hail of gunfire and Molotov cocktails. He had put up with a lot of this over the course of his life. Hell, his own flesh and blood...his father was head of a mutant extraction task force within one of Norway's three letter organizations, that will remain a secret until he dies. His father may hate mutants, but blood is blood. something had to be done about this... He was beginning to have a change of heart about homo sapiens...[E][delete]
Christopher Xavier Despite having not chosen teaching as a career Christopher was considerably good at it, that and he liked working with those younger than himself, and even those of his age in some cases. On this day, he spent much of the morning tutoring and helping those much younger than him with basic arithmetic, not a big deal. When class ended he was free to pursue whatever it was that he found interesting, in this case it was rearranging his room, he had that kind of artistic mind. He started with the walls and floors itself working his way out towards the things in it. With a guiding hand, he turned the walls to a nice moderate beige and complemented it with soft off-white carpet that cushioned each footstep taken. His black bed, as well as furniture, were all transformed into cherry wood, his chairs leather. He found these constructive and harmless ways of exercising his abilities [c]
Christopher Xavier without having to resort to the Danger Room, it in and of itself designed and used for more combative purposes. The spread of his bed was turned into scheme of brown and white stripes divided into three, white being the middle color surrounded on each side with a dark brown. The final touches to his room came in the form of elongated windows from their original size to spanning from the ceiling to the floor, curtains matched the color of the carpets outlined with the cherry wooden color of bed and furniture. When done he stood inside the doorway and looked at everything from that perspective. He still needed to reposition his television and put in a sofa. However, that was something that was going to have to wait. Hunger had taken the lead in the many thoughts that often went through his mind of the young man in all black, he too having chosen a rather casual appearance: t-shirt, jeans and sneakers. [e]
Al Yatammal Food would be good, he was rather hungry after all. Maybe if he filled his stomach, he'd be able to remove these depressing thoughts from his head, the visions of last night's events plagued him with nightmares all night long, tossing, turning; hopefully, he didn't keep her awake all night! To the fridge first, pulling out various fruits and vegetables, like Kale, kiwi, lettuce, some other oddly named foods. all into a blender each item went, eyes closed, still trying to push the thoughts out, nothing was helping, he even tried think about the first day he met Kitty, not even that helped, he only saw her...dead, killed...murdered by the very same Homo Sapian rights activists that committed last night's atrocity. The thoughts only infuriated him more to the point of him scowling and growling. Finally, he slammed a hammer shaped fist into the counter, causing it to crack, and for the first time in many moons...Brynjar said a bad word. "MOTHER FUCKER!" Yeah, that's right, the big one... [delete]
Shadowcat steps in just to ruin all the continuity! ]
Christopher Xavier Perhaps entering into the kitchen would have been a lot more delightful if not for the screaming lunatic, or so he seemed to be, pounding on the kitchen counter. “Be it far from me to complain…” Christopher stated to Brynjar on entrance, “…but, you could take it easy on the countertop,” he added. His statement was accompanied by the touching of the countertop and the imagining of it repairing itself as if it had a healing factor. “Want to talk about it,” followed his small bout of cynicism. There was a never-ending cycle of problems that came with being here, and much of it had to do with being mutants from all sorts of unfortunate backgrounds, many much more so than his own. Because of this he often found it behooving to show compassion to those in need of it, even though he was not inclined to feel much of it for himself. Nevertheless, here was an individual experiencing pain. It was the least he could offer.
Al Yatammal Pain, agony, anguish, sorrow; heartache. Not even the few pills of codon he popped were helping. Turning toward the elder male, he simply gave him a death glare. If he had not seen the events unfold from last night, then maybe he wasn't as informed as he should be. Picking up the pitcher portion of the blender, he poured the contents into a rather large glass and snorted. "Yes, let us talk about the meaningless death of children, that alway's helps," he replied starkly. Taking a single sip of the beverage, he made his way out of the kitchen. He wasn't one to stay in there for very long, he had more important matters than to be a permanent addition to this particular room. Poolside, the first time he and Kitty Kissed, was right here... Why did they fade away? What went wrong? Maybe today he'd go out into the world, maybe go to a mutant safe haven, well another one. Mind you this was his home, but there had to be others out there, right? Others that needed protecting... Maybe.[C][delete]
Al Yatammal He should probably talk to someone about it.[E][delete]
JeanGrey In the early hours of the morning, Jean couldn't sleep. It was still black as if it were midnight, and she stared at her ceiling, feeling groggy and unnatural. She'd taken to sleeping pills in order to give everyone else in the mansion quiet nights to sleep. After the last time -- where she had caused an earthquake and had shimmied everyone awake -- she'd taken... precautions. And although it knocked her right out, she found herself still coming away, and with an aching, sore headache in her head. Sighing, feeling oddly sore even though she'd done nothing to make her feel so beat, she edged out of bed. Putting on her bathing suit and taking up a towel, in those wee hours as the sky just barely began to turn grey with the turn of 5am, she went to the pool and dived in without hesitation. It was chilly in the water, and it helped to make her feel awake. She did a few laps, then tread water at one end, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back. Her red hair swirled all around her >>
JeanGrey shoulders in the water, the headache slowly ebbing awake. Taking a deep breath, she smoothly dipped back beneath the water, and it was here that Brynjar came into the pool, while she was a black-and-white-and-red blur beneath the water, swimming the distance of the pool. She emerged with a small breath of air, standing on the shallow end, her hands smoothing her hair back from her face. Water droplets clung to her thick eyelashes, sliding over the feminine line of her jaw, catching at the fullness of her lips. Then, her crisp green eyes fell onto Bryn. "Morning," she said casually, trying to keep a light tone.
JeanGrey [[external link] <-- bathing suit. ]
Al Yatammal He could tell he wouldn't be alone the moment he stepped foot outside whether Chris followed him or not. It was five a.m. and someone was in the pool, swimming... He could hear the sounds of the swirling water. This wouldn't bother him, he didn't come out here to be alone, just for the tranquility. Chugging back the beverage, his attention was drawn toward Jean, the mutant powerhouse that usually wakes people up at night, screaming about something or another, shaking the house; quite literally. Not a care in the world, he tossed the glass behind his back, somehow managing not to break it. Lucky break I guess? Shrugging, he looked out into the water, another flashing imainge of he and Kitty's first kiss planting in his brain, but vanished just as quickly as it had come about. "Morning," he responded. Lovely, the telepath who just bores into peoples thoughts. For instance at the moment, he is seeing nothing but red, enraged, hateful, anger now...[delete]
Al Yatammal RUN ILLIDAN, RUN!)[delete]
Christopher Xavier Christopher frowned. “Well, that’s it,” he exclaimed. He walked back out along with him and ahead of him “No more scary movies foe ya mistah,” he added. He entered into the pool area first and saw jean swimming, and interesting enough it was something that he was rather fond of. “Early morning swimmah too, wicked,” he commented. The mood needed to be lightened and in his mind there was always a bit of room for a bit of leisure, and what better way to have fun than to pelt the blow hard with water pellets; hence, the gestured hand upwards and the large globe of water that divided itself into several small baseball sized globes. They were all hurled at Brynjar. He needed it, and even more so deserved it. Leave it to Christopher to play devil’s advocate by beating up on the school bully. “Heah, grumpy…drink some wotta, it’s good foe ya,” he exclaimed. [e]
JeanGrey Jean gifted Christopher with a small smile when he complimented her choice of morning activity. Her rosy lips opened to speak, sensing the disturbance in Brynjar as she moved toward the edge of the pool to rest her elbows on its ledge -- when she gasped. Her pretty green eyes went wide and she immediately clapped a hand over her lips when she watched Christopher pelt Brynjar... with pool water.
ScottSummers The morning dew was refreshing to Scott as his body felt the mist brushing against his skin as he bounced up and down on the tip of his running shoes. Sweat was forming around the brow and hairline of his groomed brown cut. A pair of ruby quartz sunglasses draped over his eyes submerging the world into shades of red, pink, and amaranth. Scott's arms were crooked and held at ribcage level as he swung them forward and back with each pace he made. He breathed in and out as he followed the path around the mansion. A stop watch on his wrist counting and calculating his heart rate, blood pressure, and oxygen level. In a moment it would beep and he would come to a stop in the back garden area of the school to let himself bend over and breathe calmly.
ScottSummers His natural red eyes, glowing with his mutant power unhinged shifted to Christopher and Jean as they were both by the pool area. Naturally Scott's attention was diverted to Jean to admire her beauty and pay respects to his attraction to the woman. This wouldn't mean Scott ignored Chris' presence and Scott would address the man first before flashing Jean a smile. They would see him approach from across the yard wearing a pair of black spandex shorts clinging to his masculine thighs as well a white T-shirt with a sweat ring around the collar and chest. It too outlined his masculine form, to no one's surprise, Scott was very into health and exercise, his fitness shown through and bared fruit that all X-Men seemed to have. "Morning, Chris and Jean. Beautiful day, isn't it?"
Al Yatammal He was annoyed as is, but pelting water at him? His arm swiftly shifted into a shield, as he placed himself behind it, causing the water to collide with the substance instead of himself. He JUST took a shower, a second one was not on the menu today; unless it involved a certain water sport with the opposite gender. The arm began to shift back to normal as he stared at Chris, growling fists clenching. Completely ignoring Scott for the time being. Brynjar was in no mood for fun and games at the moment, his mind was seriously conflicted right now, with righteous violence or letting everything happen, letting innocent mutants get slain. Can you guess which side was winning? Hint, hint, it involved painting rooms brick red. And right now he was doing his best not to focus his rage on a fellow mutant and someone he called friend. He knew the man was trying to help him cheer up, but right now; this was not the time.[C][delete]
Al Yatammal Taking a deep breath, he pushed the anger back to where it should be, on homo sapiens."Back...off."[E][delete]
Pryde of Shadowcat The surface of the water shifted, moved. Bubbles rose up in a light, frothy expellment of sudden air, bursting as they reached the surface with tiny pops and plops, sending droplets of water skittering about. It wasn't a massive amount, merely as thought someone had smashed their hand down from the surface and pushed air with it only to let it rise back up in the form of the bubbles. However, there was enough that it would fragment the view of the pool in that small area and suddenly, there was a more solid presence rising up. The dark hair glistened with a sheen from the water, sparkling in the lighting outside and giving way to the somewhat pale skin that followed. The young woman's lithe form surfaced with a breathy inhale, one that spoke of a held moment or two, but nothing too long. Her petite form gained bouyancey and she tredded the water's surface as she looked around to find who was in the pool as well. With it being in the wee hours of the morning, a normal person would
Pryde of Shadowcat assume no one, but this was the X-Mansion, normal rules wouldn't apply. Kitty swallowed and blinked the water from her eyes, the light bite of the chlorine sure to sting her eyes later. Her pink bikini might have been viewable as the bubbles stopped from her entrance. She'd phased from the underside of the pool and into the water itself, something that took a tad more focus than if she were going through more common matter. Water was tricky, but it was good practice, especially for a rainy day. When she realized there were so many others around, her cheeks rose up into a light blush and she moved backward a little in the water, looking sheepish. "Oh, I didn't realize...hi guys." -e-