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| Warren Worthington | Apr 22 2009, 07:45 AM Post #21 |
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Warren waited outside his car for a moment, his door locked and he fumbled with the keys. He looked in the window and Ali was just sitting inside getting comfortable, he breathed out and shrugged. It was worth a shot. Too bad she failed his test. Warren liked the idea of personally opening a car for women, it wasn't just the gentlemanly thing to do, but it also let him see if the lady he was with the type that would return the favour by reaching across her seat and unlocking the door for him. It was trivial, Warren smirked and finally got his keys in the door and let himself in. Warren strapped his seat belt on and checked his mirrors, but didn't start the engine as Ali was talking about her under garments. It was actually an interesting subject for him and she had no problem explaining. Well he hadn't gotten it right, but it wasn't the first time the rich kid had struck out. And then Ali seemed to be going on about how he wanted to guess for the prize of a kiss, sure it had played on his mind why else would he have though so much about it. Warren watched the girl move about on the leather seat and then a smile grew on his lips she was trying to kiss him. He could either play aloof and turn his cheek and pretend like he was starting the car, but he had a feeling that the only place he'd be driving to was the nearest emergency entrance for the local hospital. No he wouldn't play her so harshly and beside he wanted it as much as Ali clearly did. She looked very cute perched on her seat and leaning over to him and so Warren leaned in himself and gave a soft closed lipped kiss, he hardly even noticed the piercing and when he finally pulled away there was a satisfying smack sound of their lips parting. Wow, he felt energy run up his spine from that one action and he shuddered slightly. "I can't imagine what I would've gotten if I got it right." He smiled and then started the car. No sense necking in front of the diner were complainst could be made, the coast line awaited. |
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| Alison Blair | Apr 22 2009, 02:04 PM Post #22 |
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If Alison knew about the test, she’d be kicking herself hard right about now. She was so preoccupied over her plot to kiss Warren, she just didn’t think about opening his door. Hopefully there might be a next time, and maybe she’ll think to do it. She had forgotten a bit about manners in the ‘world’ she now lived in, but perhaps Warren would be able to help the girl re-learn what she had lost touch with. If Warren had stopped Alison from kissing him, she would not have attacked him. At least physically. She would have been very upset, having put herself out there, only to become rejected. She would not have reacted kindly to that. She most likely would have said some very harsh things, and then hitched a ride back to the school. Instead of rejection, the kiss was accepted. Though it was a chaste enough kiss, Alison could still feel a flush creep along her cheeks. Warren’s lips were so soft and warm. She wanted more, but now really didn’t seem the time. The dark haired young woman pulled back away slowly, briefly locking eyes with Warren, and giving a soft, crooked smile. She was not at all sure where this all was going, but Alison had a feeling she was going to enjoy this ride while it lasted. As the car started, Alison turned herself about in the seat to sit into it properly, and buckle herself in. She then moved to crack the window open just a tiny bit, to allow some fresh air in, as her face still felt a little warm. With Warren’s joke about what he might have gotten if he answered right, Alison let out a bit of a laugh. “Well War, maybe I’ll give you another chance tomorrow to guess. If you get it right… “ Alison pauses to think on things a little. “If you get it right, and it won’t be easy, I’ll do one thing you want. Doesn’t matter what it is, I’ll do it.” It was a daring move on Alison’s part, but it would see just what Warren might want from the girl. He seemed to like being in control of the situation anyhow, and this allowed for that. That’s if he guessed right. |
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| Warren Worthington | Apr 22 2009, 10:33 PM Post #23 |
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The sight of Ali after the kiss played in his mind as he pulled away from the curb and started driving away from town. She had that longing look in her eye that he had seen before, he could hear his heart beat a flutter with the excited feelings he experienced and although he didn't speak a word, there was some silent communion going on between them. His free hand found its way to his neck and his cradled it there a while seeing that crooked smile of her, good thing there wasn't much traffic as he wasn't paying any attention on the present. She was right about being daring, it caused Warren to swell with confidence. If not elsewhere. He knew the area after flying overhead a couple of times, but driving through the ocean view piece of country was an experience. And he wasn't afraid to it like everything else in his life, to excess. The ride was thrilling and his speeds dangerous, but this was the way Warren felt free. Whilst no where near as fast as Pietro he had very good reactions. There was a spot he was interested in a look out that was conveniently sparse for other motorists. "I'll guess but as you have your secrets, so have I." He commented as he pulled off the road onto the drive towards the small carpark. The sounds of ocean on rock could be heard below and luck would have it there was a nice breeze blowing. There were even a few birds utilizing the thermal currents. They made it look so easy. |
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| Alison Blair | Apr 23 2009, 09:16 AM Post #24 |
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Seeing Warren so reclined as he began to drive off brought a soft laugh out of Alison, shaking her head at the same time. He must be feeling so full of himself at this moment, but what was Ali to do? Simply act like she wasn’t interested. Then you begin getting into those games so many other women play. That just wasn’t her. Because knowing her luck she’d play hard to get, and then some other girl from the school would come flouncing around, and then Ali would have to kick herself as those two went out on nice drives and such. That’s why the young woman decided early on in life not to play the games. She got what she wanted more often by just reaching out and taking it. The fast speed of Warren’s driving was a thrill, and Alison watched out the window to catch the scenery going by them. This part of New York was actually pretty nice, not that many people knew she was into that sort of thing. She liked the outdoors since she had been spending time in Central Park playing her guitar for anyone who would listen. It was such a change of pace from all the concrete and neon lights. The young woman had at times considered actually getting out and going camping. It would give a person a lot of peace and quiet to write up some new music. At the same time, Alison hated being alone, and that’s why those ideas were often killed. She could be alone to sleep, and for short periods of time, but any longer, and the rocker began to grow antsy. Unless she then began to drink. Drinking made all her issues just melt away. Alison began to look about as they seemed to be pulling over to somewhere a little out of the way, curious about the spot, and why Warren picked it. He then made a comment about secrets, and the girl smiled softly. “I know you haven’t known me for all that long angel. Even still if there’s something you might ever want to talk about, I got good ears. I won’t blab it to other people, and even if I did, look at me. Like people trust a girl looking like this much of a freak? Don’t get me wrong, I love the way I look. I just know it comes with some image issues in regards to more normal folk looking at me. But we’re both mutants, and it’s kinda us against the world, you know? So I’m here.” And that what friends did, they were there for one another. Like she was with her band members. They had become more like family, but they taught her that friends stick by one another no matter what. |
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| Warren Worthington | Apr 23 2009, 09:45 AM Post #25 |
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Warren pulled the car over and parked on the gravelly road. There was an area for tourists and a picnic table. Warren looked about a bit just listening to the sounds of rushing air and water. He took off his seat belt and turned the engine off. Ali was talking, he wasn't sure where she was going at first and he had to stop and listen intently to get the idea. It was a nice offer, but he laughed in her face. "Sorry I don't mean to laugh." She was being really quite nice to him, he didn't need to laugh like that, but when he explained, he hoped she would find it amusing as he did. "When I said secrets, I meant as your under wear is a secret, so will be my task for you." It wasn't really all that funny, it was one of those you had to be there moments. Just the way she sounded so sincere and really nice, when she had missunderstood him talking aboubt something a little more devious than she may have expected. He settled down quickly enough but was still smiling, "Come on, I wanna show you something." He let himself out of the car, and Warren quickly removed his jacket before returning it to the seat inside and closing the door. He hadn't bothered wearing anything under duster so his bare chest was exposed to the elements. Thankfully he wasn't feeling too cold from the breeze. He shuddered and shook his back as his wings began to wake up and unfold. Throwing them out proudly, Warren felt the tickle of the wind lick against his feathered wings. It called out to him to fly and he was so happy to be out here and free. "You want to see my passion?" He asked of Ali and ran off the edge beyond sight! |
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| Alison Blair | Apr 23 2009, 01:44 PM Post #26 |
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He laughed?! He laughed at her. Why did he laugh at her when she was trying to be there for him? But then, he went to explain and slowly, a deep blush began to cover Alison’s face. She should have realized he wouldn’t have meant something so deep in regards to secrets, when the two barely knew each other. Wow, she was just the fool right now. “Y-yeah. Sorry about that. I… I meant what I said though anyway. Even if now I look like an idiot.” She began to smile, so at least now she didn’t look as upset as she might have been, if Warren didn’t explain things. Warren then said he wanted to show Ali something, so she nodded her head, though was a little confused when Warren got out of the car. She moved to get out of the car as well, and spotted Warren removing his coat. Blue eyes widened a little as she spotted the nude, chiseled chest underneath. She wasn’t expecting that, but wow, what a nice sight that was. She continued to watch as the other spread out those beautiful wings of his, and the young woman could almost swear that her breath caught in her throat for a moment. Did Warren really know how beautiful he was? Most likely. Alison felt a little stupid, probably acting like so many other girls had when around him. She knew though that the guy was more than looks though, and that was the bigger reason she was hanging out with him. She still felt a little silly at this moment though. Did Alison want to see his passion? Of course she did, and she began to have a bigger feeling what that was. But then Warren began to run and… He was gone. The black haired young woman ran to the edge of where he had jumped off, and she began to look for him. He was going to be okay, right? Of course he was, he could fly! There was just that moment though, where she began to worry… |
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| Warren Worthington | Apr 23 2009, 05:58 PM Post #27 |
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The cliff was high up but the rock bottom decidingly not so far off as the young blonde plummented faster and faster, he built up momentum in the way that a falcon may would folding his wings down along the length of his body. His senses became aware of the unseen currents and could feel the wanting pull of gravity, but he wasn't falling to his death. He was a thrill seeker but not suicidal. No he was speed, he was perfection and opening his wings, the youth sought higher purchase the updraft of wind was more than enough for him. With a lazy few flaps of his wings, Warren rose like the morning sun. It was brilliant, he felt envigorated and as he flew up to the edge of the cliff, Warren fully extended his wings to glide like his feathered friends. "Hi! Miss me?" he shouted with a gleefull voice. He angled his body upright to anchor himself against flying off down wind and hovered there like the biblical imaginings of an angel. He was beaming, it was like his whole body was on fire, brimming with energy. He felt the wind but none of the bite that one would where they to be out here with no shirt on. Flapping his wings, Warren allowed himself to drop slightly to just above the cliffs edge. "I know you meant what you said." He extended his hand to her. "Care to join me?" the offer was there and he was willing and able to take on an extra passenger given the current wind draft. His wings could use the work out after being couped up within his jacket for so long. After all he was supposed to be there to practice his abilities, what better way than to try something fun. It was true he didn't know Ali all that well, but this was what they did now. He was a mutant and so was she, they'd learn as they went. Warren hoped that he could earn her trust and this was as much an exercise in that as trying to do a bit of frollicking on the wind currents. After all it was just him and the birds up there, no one was there to watch or take photos. It often meant length and expensive pay outs to keep things secret. |
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| Alison Blair | Apr 24 2009, 07:29 AM Post #28 |
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Alison watched as Warren was falling, and the young woman began to grow more and more worried as he was getting closer to the rocks below. But suddenly, Warren’s body began to pull upwards, and he began to move higher in the air. Alison let out the breath she had been holding onto for what felt like forever. Blue eyes now watched as her friend moved up higher and higher into the air, and Alison was awe struck. He made it all seem so easy, so carefree. The whole sight was just so incredible to watch. Warren then shouted, asking if Ali had missed him. This brought a grin from the pop rocker, but she didn’t say anything. Had she missed him? No, but to say as such would just sound stupid. To say that she did miss him as a joke might backfire, and make her sound creepy. She watched as he hovered there, and she could only wonder if this was the feeling one had when they said they felt moved. Words escaped her, but she almost wished she had the skill to put this all into song. The way the sun played with his hair, his skin. A camera, her kingdom for a camera. So instead of just standing there staring, she could be doing something. Not that she had any real photography skills, but this was a moment where she wondered if anything she took would come out looking bad. Soon, Warren was almost close enough to touch, and he was extending a hand to her. He wanted her to join him?! Would it be alright? Granted, Ali was pretty slender, so the weight might be alright. Warren looked a little bit like he lifted weights. Slowly, Alison took a step forward, and her hand reached out to hold Warren’s outstretched one. How was he going to hold her? Was it going to be like a tight hug? She wouldn’t mind getting that close to the angelic man. Ali smiles brightly, and nods her head. “You drop me though, and I’ll come back from the dead just to kick your @$$.” Of course the girl was just joking, but she was a little nervous as well. She had never done this before, so it was a little scary. She wanted to do this all the same, and get a small taste of what it was like to be Warren Worthington the Third. |
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| Warren Worthington | Apr 24 2009, 04:32 PM Post #29 |
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Warren rocked about gently on the breeze but kept as much composure as was possible when gliding on air currents. He didn't want to give the impression that it was in any way difficult or taxing for him. He laughed at Ali's threat. "I won't let you fall." He let her hand fall into his before clasping hold. The sudden urge to take her high was contemplated, but he didn't want to do undue damage to her wrist. With Alison's hand in his control, he drew it up and around his neck whilst his other hand sought purchase on her small frame. "Don't be scared." He reassured, his touch was gentle but he didn't mess about fumbling with his hands. Drawing Ali up from the crux of her knees and then holding her upper body with his other arm, Warren smiled. "Ok hold on tight, I'm going to show you the view from up there." He said looking up and nodding. Ali was completely in his power, she trusted in him and he was determined not to let that trust waver. He closed his eyes momentarily and practicing meditation breathed in through his nose and then exhaled from his mouth. His wings felt the difference in weight, but this was just like resistance training. With his eyes open and looking above, Warren extended his wings and drew them down forcefully. It felt like swimming but with more resistance, the wind pushed them gently over the edge of the cliff and out to sea, but he was focussed on climbing. The movements caused Warren to shrug and then extend pushing his chest out with it and pressing somewhat into Ali, that wasn't such a bad experience. Being this close whilst showing what he was capable was nice, almost intimate. When they had reached a point that was several stories above the parked car, Warren halted his ascension. It could get much colder higher up and with less air for breathing not much conversation. "So what do you think?" Simple question but it was apt. |
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| Alison Blair | Apr 24 2009, 05:05 PM Post #30 |
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Alison listened to Warren assure her that he would not let her fall, and she gave a bright smile. She was still a bit nervous, but how could she not be. This was going to be a brand new experience. It was one that was going to take quite a bit high into the air, with nothing to break her fall should she slip. Having her hand held by Warren did help with her nerves a bit, but there was still some there. The young woman tried to do her best not to show this though, as she did not want to make Warren upset or worried. She moves a little bit closer now, showing that she is ready for this, even with her heart beating a little quickly. Alison look confused for a brief moment as Warren guided her hand, but soon she understood and her hand moves to gently grip against the back of the blonde man’s neck. Warren was then telling her not to be afraid, and Alison gave another smile. “Sorry angel, I’ll try to relax.” She said softly, before Warren moved to pick her up. This caused a small squeak like sound to leave Alison, and quickly her other hand shot up to move to the other side of Warren’s neck, to hold against her first hand on the back of Warren’s neck. She was not used to being picked up by anyone. There was that one time, but there was a bathroom wall to brace her, so that didn’t count. It took Warren a moment, but then, they were beginning to lift up into the air. For a few long moments, Alison’s grip was very tense. To her credit though, she never shut her eyes. They looked down, they looked up, they were looking all around the pair as they were going higher and higher. She noticed all the power these wings must hold in them, being able to carry not only Warren, but now herself. Ali thought to herself that sometimes she’s going to have to look closer at his back, the muscles there must be incredible. Maybe even for doing this, she’d go really out of character, and offer a back rub. He might need it after doing this. It took the rocker some time to notice how close she had pressed herself to Warren’s chest, but now that she was, she found the sensation to be quite nice. Warren was lean, but he had muscle on his frame as well, and it wasn’t overdone like sometimes weightlifters did. Alison then began to notice that they weren’t going any higher into the air, and Warren was asking her how she was feeling about this experience. “This is so #@$!ing scary and awesome all at the same time!” Alison said excitedly as she began to look about the pair once again. “Oh my god, you get to do this all the time? You are so lucky, War. This is just… This is…” Blue eyes now turn to look at Warren, and Alison gives a soft smile. “You are so damn cool for sharing this with me. Really damn cool, angel.” |
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