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| Warren Worthington | Apr 17 2009, 05:31 PM Post #1 |
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Featuring: Alison Blair, Warren Worthington Date: February 26th ( Thursday ) Time of Day: Early Evening ( About 6pm ) Place: The Grind Stone. A small coffee shop in town Warren pushed the door open and allowed Ali entrance before he himself walked in. He had to be careful how he stepped, seeing as his movements were kind of limited at the moment. His big duster coat may not have seemed appropriate for the setting, but atleast it covered the fact that he had a great whopping set of wings underneath. There was a window side booth and the blonde considered it. "So how about it?" He asked of his coffee partner. His hand motioned towards the empty booth and his smile was confident. They had arrived via jaguar, not the best in the Worthington fleet of vehicles, but it was still stylish enough and yet easily written off in the case of his parents who could part easily with it. It was a shame that they held more value in the car than their son. He didn't let it show on the outside, but looking on at the automobile was a constant reminder. Was he still a prisoner in his golden cage? When moving to sit, once Ali had made her choice. Warren loosened enough of his belt so that he wasn't crushing his wings with his posterior. Getting himself into a comfortable seating arangement was a little harder than he expected. Several attempts and the sounds of bones popping as he manouvered himself could be heard. "Finally" he exclaimed and smiled, a sigh of relief. The menus were thrust upon them promptly and Warren looked at Alison. "So anything on your mind?" It was a vague enough question, but it could have referred to drinks aswell as what was going on in that kooky school. He picked his menu up but still looked at Ali. He might have inadvertantly placed a shield inbetween them, even though it was meerely laminated cardboard. He grinned behind the 'shelter'. Edited by Warren Worthington, Apr 17 2009, 05:38 PM.
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| Alison Blair | Apr 17 2009, 05:59 PM Post #2 |
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The invite for coffee by the blonde angel was a nice surprise for Alison. The Punk rocker was quick to accept the offer, having been feeling a little cooped up in the school. The weekend was almost here though, and that meant getting $#!%-faced drunk and doing some gigs. She had already talked to her band members, and things were lined up pretty nicely. They were also doing well enough without her, and the young woman was glad for that. Alison was a little taken aback with the door of the coffee shop being held open for her, but the girl didn’t keep still for long, and moved on through with a soft ‘thank you’ whispered with a grin on the girl’s lips. It didn’t take Ali long to pick out a booth, though she had to wonder for a moment on whether a booth or a table would be better for her winged companion. In the end a booth was picked close to the large glass window, and the youth slid on in. Blue eyes watched poor Warren having to move in his coat, and get himself situated in such a way to accommodate what the world wasn’t ready to see. ‘Their loss, the losers.’ Alison thought to herself as she remembered first seeing the appendages in question. They were truly beautiful things in the singer’s mind. She wouldn’t even have Warren wearing his coat if it was her call, but she was not the world, and she had a feeling Warren still had issues about wanting to be liked by others. Part of what comes with being brought up in a rich household. When Alison was asked about a topic of conversation, her own hands move to take up the other menu that was set before the pair, and she opens it up to begin looking at it. Absently, the tip of her tongue moves over the healing split in her lip from when she took a tumble into a wall. “You know that Logan guy who seems to be a teacher at the school? He’s actually pretty cool, but look out if you get into a combat training session with him. He plays really rough. Gonna be doing that once a week. Hopefully I’ll learn how to really throw down. Things have been a little bland otherwise, but I got some lyrics written out during all this down time. How about you? Do anything fun?” |
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| Warren Worthington | Apr 17 2009, 06:28 PM Post #3 |
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Warren had a way with the ladies, whether it was his looks or a false sense of confidence that got him through, he cared little. What did get his feathers in a ruffle was when the whole mutant subject kept comming up. Warren figured that with a girl like Ali, it didn't really matter so. She was a freak like him, well not so much really, not in the way that she looked like a mutant. Even if she was one, it was her appearance that shocked the 'normal' people. He found it unique and in some way appealing. Probably him rebelling against everything his folks stood for. Holding doors and giving choice for seats as well as food was no big deal. Warren was a gentleman at the end of the day, he'd been brought up that way. He didn't think anything extra of it, he was just being himself. Ofcourse if there happened to be someone he didn't like, it might have been a different story. Seeing as they were here alone it didn't matter. Ali spoke and Warren listened quietly, he still hadn't read his menu but now dropped it on the table so that he could speak. "Ouch that looks nasty, I didn't want to say anything unless you know. Like you were trying some new style of pearcing." He smirked, she'd obviously been ok with a little bit of rough housing by the man named Logan. "I've not had the opportunity and I think I'm glad, by the sound of the guy. He's pretty tough right? But mostly keeps to himself." She mentioned lyrics again. The intrepid musician, she must have some talents to be always belting out new tunes like that. It was another world to Warren, he supposed much like flying was to her. "I've had a quiet one really, had to transfer a few books and things into the institutes library. I think father has the notion that if he helps fund the school, Xavier and Lensherr will have me cured by the end of the year." He shrugged, it was a half joke, but not all that funny. He looked down at the menu and loosened his collar a bit. "I don't know, what looks good?" He asked changing the subject. |
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| Alison Blair | Apr 17 2009, 07:19 PM Post #4 |
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O'Dessa B.
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Warren’s joke about her lip brings a bit of a grip to Ali’s lips, which of course hurt the cut there, but the girl smiles through that slight bit of pain anyways. She’s gotten worse cuts in the past. “Hey, if you ever need to ask something, just go ahead and ask, angel. Whether it’s about my lip, what sort of gum I like best, or what the #@$! my current issue might be if I’m giving attitude. No matter what you want to ask or say, we’ll be cool.” She didn’t want the guy to tip toe around stuff because of her feelings. If worse came to worse, she’d tell him that whatever it was, it was none of his business. “Yeah, the guy really has some rough edges on him. Though deep down, he seems to give a damn that I was actually trying to learn stuff, and it wasn’t all about him kicking my @$$. Don’t try to make small talk with him during training though. I think it just makes him more intent on knocking you down.” Music really was Alison’s passion. It said the things she just couldn’t say easily any other way. Her life was put on display every time she was on stage, and people listened. They cheered for more. It made the young woman ponder telling in song about what she was. Would other mutants out there relate, and even more people would listen? She was close to coming out to the world before the school had found her. And then, Warren mentioned his folks, and this brought a soft sigh from the spiky haired youth. “War, you gotta stop letting your folks hang on your neck like a collar. From the way you talk… You don’t need it. You don’t need them. I didn’t need my folks either. All they were good for was a roof, and money. Two things I’ve been able to get on my own.” There is another sigh, and Ali shakes her head. “But you love them, right? So you want to just be a good boy for them? I’m sure my folks would have loved it if I was like you. I’m not trying to bash your parents, but seriously, they think this stuff can just be cured? They should #@$!ing love you no matter what.” The young woman winces slightly. “I’m getting on your case a little, aren’t I? I just… This is why I left my own house. All this $#!% about appearances and having to be crystal clear perfect every second that there’s even a chance someone might see you. Let your hair down, angel, and breathe.” Her words might be tougher to follow then they were to say, the girl knew that. She was just trying her best to help a friend. She could consider the blonde a friend… she hoped. “Uhh… I think I might get the turkey club wrap, and the biggest cappuccino they sell.” Yeah, maybe it was time to change the subject. |
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| Warren Worthington | Apr 17 2009, 07:54 PM Post #5 |
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Warren nodded and looked up from his menu. "I'll remember that, just try not to bite my head off if I ask the wrong thing. Sometimes my mouth has a way of running away from me and for the record my head doesn't grow back. Although I've not wanted to test whether it could or not anyway. I think it's safe to leave it where it is. Deal?" He was going to make a conscious effort, but he couldn't help but be occasionally a little unsettled by the girl. She was boisterous, and she dressed as loud as she acted. Ali was music, through and through. He'd actually not heard anything from her or the band as yet, but she had something. She was a star in the making and not a big gaseous cloud like most. Warren regarded what Ali had to say about the teacher, he murmured his agreeance. Who could argue with the evidence. "No small talk" he repeated. The menu had a few things that sounded better than they probably were. This wasn't one of his parents chefs or even a real resatraunt. There were decisions to make and he was in the middle of deciding upon pancakes and pie when the topic of his parents was brought up again. He cringed visibly, he was hearing all the things he didn't want to. It hurt but it was because much of it was true, there was no denying it. "I know ali, I got my hang ups like everyone else. It's hard to let go, so I try and joke it off." Hopefully that simple explanation might help. It was true he did love his parents as humiliating and infuriating as it made him. He just wanted their love, wasn't that the one thing owed him? Not all the money in the Worthington empire. Others might think he was lucky, spoiled or crazy. Sometimes he felt it a little, but hunger was his drive for the moment so he looked again at the typed font. It wasn't on the menu but he'd ask anyway. The waitress came around just as Alison spoke of what she wanted and she noted it down in pencil. Warren was impressed, the old dame must have some decent hearing on her. Or maybe she was a mutant? Could she hear the rest of their conversation, he tried to lock eyes with Ali, but maybe he was just being paranoid. "I'll have a mocchalatta and some crepes." The woman eyed him funny for a second and then wrote down pancakes and a hot chocolate. "Turkey for the lady, Cap full cream. Pancakes n hot chocolate." She rattled off and then turned before Warren had a chance to explain. He shook his head and looked at Ali. Maybe she didn't have good hearing afterall. "Can you believe that?" He shouldn't be so fussy the place had a set menu and this wasn't Starbucks or anything remotely close to it. What they had was, well the only coffee place nearby. Warren smiled and looked out the window. |
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| Alison Blair | Apr 18 2009, 12:05 PM Post #6 |
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“I only seem to snap at people if I got a hangover. If I do it’s really nothing personal, War.” Ali says with a bit of a smile. “You just let that pretty mouth of your run all it wants. We’re not always going to see eye to eye, and we might even get into a shouting match if it gets too heated… but nothing in life is perfect, and being able to walk away from fights still liking one another is a symbol of a real friendship. Not that fair weather bull. Oh, and for the record, if I say anything that really is cheesing you off, you can just tell me to shut the #@$% up, okay?” Alison could be more miss manners, she could. She had an image to keep though, and she also felt freer like this. No one held her back, no one held her down. She was her own person fighting to make a place in the world all her own. The dark haired young woman felt Warren was a bit too uptight, and really needed to spread his wings a bit more and fly, both figuratively and literally. Perhaps she’d invite him to a show, and get him to loosen up there. There’s nothing like punk rock music and a whole lot of liquor to dirty one up. And then, Warren was agreeing with her about his parents, and the punk nods her head. “You know, I almost wish I could still love my folks like you love yours. Sadly mine never did the bonding thing. And they treated the poor nannies that had to deal with me like disposable diapers. Sometimes I’m such a hypocrite. I sing songs about being down and out, but I had a really damn good life… If I could just get over it being a loveless home. Guess that’s why I hate hearing about how down your folks are on you. You deserve better than them, War. You really do.” Hell, he was a perfect child compared to her. His parents really needed to wizen up, and get over the whole mutant thing. Maybe she’d go to their house, and tell them as such. How hard would it be to find one of the richest families in America? As the lady came to take their order, and Warren locked eyes with her, she just gave him a reassuring smile. No, the waitress was most likely just a human. She had years of experience though to seem to know when people might be ready to order. As the waitress repeats aloud and Ali couldn’t help a little bit as Warren seemed full of disbelief that they were going to give him what he had ordered. “I can believe that, angel. Guess if you want things done right, you gotta learn to do it yourself. Or sometime we can take a trip all the way to the City, and we can hit one of your favorite spots there. I’ll even dress up a little.” Today it was a pair of ripped up jeans, and a beat up white tank top with a well used leather jacket over that. But she had some nicer things for when she wanted to gussy up. Like she had that one black pleated skirt, and the school girl like button up shirt. She could even get some stockings to go with it, and her knee high combat boots. Blue eyes watched as another set of blue began to look out the window, and Ali let out a little bit of a sigh. He was so pretty to look at, but there was more to him than that. She wanted to see Warren smile more. A lot more. Ali then had an idea on how to do that, and a sly grin played over her lips. “If you guess what kind of panties I got on right now, I’ll give you a kiss?” That ought to liven things up… |
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| Warren Worthington | Apr 18 2009, 05:41 PM Post #7 |
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Warren listened to Ali try to explain herself, he couldn't understand this line of conversation she had with him. Was she just trying to open up, break the ice or something else? How was he to respond to that. He figured it was most polite to just nod his head and sound like he was in agreeance with her. "Right, I think I like being called Angel atleast by you. Sounds a lot better than War, but you can call me either its fine." He tried to fit into her hundred mile an hour conversation. His pretty mouth? Warren's hand shot up and covered his lips instinctively, that sounded all too much like some prison come on. Then again this wasn't the movies and as far as he could tell Ali was deffinetely a chick. He really was trying to keep up with her, but Warren easily discovered that the little motor mouth had a way of getting ahead of even herself. It was refreshing in a way, she wasn't pretencious or self concious about herself. It was honest and it made him feel relaxed even if she cursed a bit much in public for his taste. "Sorry, but can we please drop the family thing. Maybe some other time." He didn't want to hear it and in a way he was running from the problem. But what was he supposed to do about it anyway. Go confront his parents? Bottle it up? For a millionaire rich kid, his life was in shambles. There was something unspoken going on between Alison and Warren, he just needed to decypher the language thing. In truth he only had relatively small amounts of contact with regular people. He lived a mostly sheltered life and those that were introduced to him respected the name and judgement came from that. If an heiress fancied him, it was as much to do with his portfolio as his looks. His personality and mental space rarely came into the picture. It was indeed lonely on the top. He wasn't in any sort of mood to smile and Ali's request came more as a shock to him than anything else. He gave her a look, he wasn't sure if she was trying to make fun or she was simply so garish. "Excuse me?" he asked, maybe he hadn't heard her correctly. Though with his enhanced hearing there wasn't much chance of it. His bottom lip was sucked under his upper lip and he chewed it for a second beforetrying to make a quisical look. He didn't want to upset the girl either, she was forward after all but this? |
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| Alison Blair | Apr 18 2009, 06:52 PM Post #8 |
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Geeze, Alison couldn’t help but to feel she was really messing things up here. The family thing hit a sore spot, and so that topic had to be dropped. The girl was just trying to not only get the guy to open up, but share a little bit about her own life, trying to perhaps relate to him better. She was striking out there. And then to make matters worse, her attempt at being daring blew up in her face, and seemed to only scare the guy. Alison throw her hands up into the air, showing that she was giving up, and then sat back a bit more into the booth seat she was in. This guy really needed to loosen up a bit. She tried to think of something to say, but nothing was coming to mind. The guy did and did not want to talk about himself, and really didn’t seem all that interested if she talked about herself. Well, not when she talked about her own parents, but the young woman was unsure of what else to talk about that wouldn’t bother the blonde angel, or apparently scare him as her offer had. “Guess you ain’t used to girls being so out there. Didn’t mean to freak you out or whatever.” These words were mumbled as Alison’s cheeks became hued with a bit of pink. Hands moved out to snatch up the napkin holder, and she set it upon its side near herself on the table. Fingers now moved to spin the holder about continuously just to have something else to focus on. Alison really had no idea what to do in this situation now. In the past when she talked about stuff, people listened. When she got forward with a guy, the jumped at the chance to make a move on her. Alison began to realize just how messed up she might be compared to what was normal, and in the moment in time, she was wishing that perhaps she wasn’t as big of a freak as she was. As she thought about this, her upper teeth moved to catch the ring of metal fastened into her bottom lip, and began to tug on it. She just didn’t know what to talk about to fix things, and it bugged her. ‘Oh please, let the food show up soon…’ |
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| Warren Worthington | Apr 18 2009, 08:10 PM Post #9 |
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Convesation died pretty much straight away. Warren couldn't help but feel he was to blame, he knew that Ali was just trying to get him to come out of his shell a bit but he guessed he was still a little high strung even by his standards. He'd only known the girl for a while and whilst he liked her he didn't think of her as some one night stand. He certainly didn't want to ruin anything if there was a chance at something in the future. They had to live together, amongst a bunch of other people younger and older. There needed to be some balance. She threw her arms up and he looked down, yep she was pissed. Warren silently shook his head, why was he such an idiot. He knew she was into him and in a way he liked her too, maybe he was just put off his game by being approached instead of him being the hunter. She certainly was out there. "Hey look no offense, you didn't freak me." How could he explain it without digging himself a bigger hole. "Sorry." why was he apolagizing now? Uhh he felt so weird. Yeah conversation was dead, he looked around the room and checked out who else was in the place. This seemed to be the hang out for other young kids not any others from their school however. He'd come by before, but this was the first time he'd actually gone inside. The waitress was off speaking to a group of three and taking notes again. He wondered if she got their order wrong or if it was just his luck. His eyes turned to look out the window again, he was impressed by his car, had Ali been? He shook his head, how pretentious could he get. Looking up to Ali he noticed her playing with her piercing and he fished. "So how many of those piercing have you got? Did it hurt?" She seemed pre-occupied with them so they had some importance, or she was just fidgeting because she felt uncomfortable. He tried to offer a sidewards smile, but he gave up before he came off looking fake. |
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| Alison Blair | Apr 19 2009, 07:43 AM Post #10 |
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The majority of relationships Alison had were either one night stands, or someone who she just bumped into and slept with from time to time. The ones that lasted a while only lasted for so long before something happened. Alison only knew of love as a concept, and not as a feeling she had experienced. Did she see Warren as just another notch on her belt? No, at least not completely. The guy seemed like a playboy though, and might be the flighty sort when it came to girls. So Alison didn’t want to invest any more into things then what she saw coming to her. He was cool enough to at least try to have a friendship though, which was a new angle for the girl. Usually again, if she wanted to sleep with a person, she just did, and really did not concern herself with them in any other way. Alison realized she might have gone out of Warren’s comfort zone, by doing things differently than most people did. The woman just looked on longingly as she waited and prayed for the man to take an interest in her, and not the slew of other girls out there. Ali just wasn’t the type. Also, Alison had the flaw of hitting on almost any guy that moved. The girl loved her sex. It was a time to feel something, a connection with a person, even if it was for only a brief time. She wasn’t so much pissed at the current situation, as she was frustrated by it. She had to calm herself down a bit if she was even going to be Warren’s friend, and that was just something she was not used to doing. Alison’s deep blues looked over toward the waitress as well, and wondered just how long it was going to take for their order, but then Alison looked out the window as well as someone passed by it, and the movement caught her attention. Was she impressed with Warren’s car? Well, it wasn’t the piece of junk she was used to catching rides in, and it was well taken care of and waxed. Alison though didn’t really focus more on things other than that when it came to cars. She liked a person’s wittiness more, and their ability to put up with her crap. Alison’s eyes turned to Warren, as he was asking about her piercings, and the young woman couldn’t help but to smirk a little. “Well, I got the ones all in my ears, four in each plus the one cuff. I got the one in my nose, though I usually keep a skin colored plastic holder in there to make sure it doesn’t close, ‘cause some of these did hurt. I got the one in my lip, one in my eyebrow, one in my navel…” And now Alison’s smirk grew a little bit more. “I also got four that you can’t see right now, because of the clothes, and this being a public place. But so you know, it’s two above and two below.” As Alison talked about above and below, a finger moved toward her chest, and then pointed down into her lap. “I think the tattoo’s have hurt more overall though, because that pain is light, but over the course of hours sometimes. Where the others is a sharper pain for like ten minutes, and then maybe some ache after that. So how about you? Got any markings that you got in order to rebel, but put them in a place you could easily cover over?” Maybe she should let Warren guide the questions for now, at least then the punk rocker knew it was topics he felt safe in talking about. |
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