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| cyke | Aug 13 2009, 06:08 PM Post #1 |
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Location: The Mansion Time: Early afternoon Who: Scott and any other students going out. He couldn't believe it as he looked at the keys in his hand for the umpteenth time. He actually had the minibus keys in his hands, they were actually gonna leave him incharge for the weekend. The Professor had called him to his office earlier to explain that he and Eric had urgent business to attend to on Muir Island and would leave immediately. He trusted that Scott would be able to handle the other students while they were gone and perhaps a trip into town would make things abit easier to handle. He'd also given Scott a School expenses card...with a limit of course, that he could use for the outing and anything else they might need to get while the teachers were gone. Now he was sat in the lounge waiting for the others with the keys in one hand and a cinema listings in the other. Should be an interesting night and certainly better than spending the evening at home infront of a computer or the TV.... Tag: Everyone whose coming along. |
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| Deleted User | Aug 13 2009, 09:30 PM Post #2 |
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One would think that Locke, who spent most of his time tucked quietly away in his room would fight and struggle against the idea of going out into public with people. Even he would have to admit that his social life was that of a slug's. However, when the idea of a movie came up, it was a temptation that Locke found hard to fight against. He might not be one of those people that could connect one actor to another, or list how movies did in the box office and production costs, but he did like to watch them. Especially if there was a good horror or psychological thriller. Besides which movie theaters always were dark enough that he could slump down into his seat without people looking at him, and loud enough to keep the silence at bay. That and he had a craving for Taco Bell. So those were the reasons Locke emerged from his room wearing the pair of jeans with the least amount of dirt stuck on them. He wore layers on top, as per usual, and this consisted of the required long john's top to keep warm (long sleeves thank you very much), a black t-shirt with a pixel art of a covered wagon pulled by an ox with the logo "You have died of dysentery" under that in neon green, and a simple blue button up t-shirt, unbuttoned for the moment. Of course he'd throw his jacket on once they headed out, and of course he was going to be shaking with cold, but for the moment he was cozy. "Anything look good?" he asked. Of course Locke already knew what movie he'd want to see. Before coming down he checked online to see what was in theaters, feeling out of touch with the real world. He hardly remembered any of the newest flicks coming out, let alone being advertised. Truly he lived under a rock. What he wanted to see was only still playing in one theater, and he wasn't sure which one they were headed to. |
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| Shadowcat | Aug 15 2009, 11:22 AM Post #3 |
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While the cats away, the kittens will play. One of her friends had said that to her many many months ago and Kitty decided that was going to be her motto for tonight. She liked the Professor, if it wasn’t for his super creep ready your mind thing she would of said he was her favourite teacher, but him and Mr Lehnsherr (Or Mags and she and Lorna called him behind his back) was so uptight some times, and she had a feeling that without their presence there was going to be a whole lot of chaos going on. Well, if Bobby was going there would be no doubt about it, she thought with a smile. She ran a brush through her freshly dried hair, checking out her reflection in the mirror before she left. She was in a colourful mood today, her usual ensemble of jeans and band t-shirt had been replaced by a stripy pink dress, black leggings and vibrant pink biker jacket to keep the chill off her exposed shoulders. She opted to leave her purse and phone at the Mansion, with any luck the people she was likely to text would be going with and she hoped the Professors credit card would pay for any expenses she made. And if she left her bag it would be one less thing for her to forget. She twirled once more in the mirror, grabbing some ballet flats instead of high heels; she’d just have to make do with everyone towering over her tonight. She closed the door of her little bedroom, heading for the stairs and she wondered what the night would bring. “Hey guys!” She said as she located the group in the lounge. “Everyone else still being slowpokes?” She held her hand out to Scott so she could see the cinema listings. “Anyone know if Friday the 13th is still on? Jared Padalecki is to die for!” |
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| Bobby Drake | Aug 18 2009, 09:16 PM Post #4 |
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Bobby Drake was just laughing, as he looked at his own reflection in the mirror, wiping some more of the excess steam from his previous shower, in his boxers. He was remembering what Lorna said to him the previous week, about him being metrosexual. Which was probably true, but Bobby liked the little intricacies of his own look, as he had a great deal of pride about his appearance. Well, he was sure that Lorna probably took as much time as he did, if not more, on her own hair. And including picking out an outfit, amongst the closets full of stuff he must have had. Not that he was complaining. Lorna was very cute, and he wondered if the bright green that made up her locks was a dye job, or really natural. He'd have to ask Scott about it, then again, the leader of the team had probably never even picked up a bat, let alone made it to second base with Lorna. Probably by choice, and not by rejection, and Bobby shook his head at the thought. He had finally finished smoothing out his blonde spikes, having applied the hair glue to it already to make each one prominent and perky. He could care less, proud of having taken some pride in his appearance. He'd rather look like this then be a poster boy for body waxing like Mr. Logan, having glimpsed their teacher lounging around the fridge in a wifebeater tanktop. Bobby cringed at the thought. He tried the rest of his chest and body off, damp with humidity from the foggy bathroom, and put one leg and then the other into his baggy faded denim jeans, the silvery chain that hooked his wallet to one of the belt loops, and strapped a punkish style belt around his waist, one of the little keepsakes he had gotten from Hot Topic earlier. He grabbed a blue 'Team Mario' shirt from off of his bed, and slipped it on over his head, leaving the front tucked into his chiseled waistline and the rest untucked. It was as much for himself, but he just knew Scott would roll his eyes at seeing it, Bobby's way of flaunting his love of video games in his face. To complete things, he grabbed his own lambskin leather jacket off the hook on the door, something that was so sleek that it would likely glisten under the moonlight. Very stylish, and less practical than the bulky jacket he was wearing on his and Kitty's date before. He was tempted to bring his PSP to play in the van as they drove into the city to go to the movies, but he knew Kitty was coming with them on this flight. He would have much to talk about together, and just being with her was enough to occupy him. Otherwise, he'd be here at the mansion, while Scott and the Professor are gone, inviting all the kids that he could over to the house for a massive toga party or something. What better time for Bobby and Kitty to be their own naughty selves, than with the 'fuzz' gone. He rushed out of his room and down the hall to the stairs, not wanting to be late and get dressed up for nothing, because the party left without him. "Suprise, sports fans!" He had hopped onto the banister railing that trailed down the staircase, as if he didn't feel he had the time to run down them and he slid down it, and leapt off onto the floors, his shoes hitting them hard with a thud. Something that the Prof had told him not to do before. Well, the Prof. wasn't there, at the moment. He looked up, as he recognized Kitty's voice instantly, over with Scott about asking about the movie listings. He then came up behind her, holding his hand over her eyes momentarily, in a teasing way. "Hey, gorgeous. Guess who?" He then smirked a bit, as he placed his hands on her arm, gripping her gently and turning her around, holding her in a grip possessively, and he met her breath taking eyes, and he kissed her softly on the lips briefly. It made his heart skip, and it reminded of the one they had to cap off their last date, a little bit more feeling and passion behind it. "Well, what's this? Decided that after rocking out to Joan Jett and the Blackhearts that you needed a leather jacket of your own, huh? I like it." He was very glad to see Kitty again, and so soon, even though they had called and texted each other throughout the week. And he never thought that anything Kitty could wear would stun him again after her dress last week, but now he was feeling deja vu again. "Oh! We should go see that! It's great. I dig campy horror movies, where people fumble around in cabins and go out into the rain to investigate strange noises, where they get a machete to the forehead. Reminds me that there's dumber people out there than Sarah Palin, amazingly." He grinned a bit, and he looked up and over her shoulder, at Scott who just stared at him and another kid with dark hair that he didn't recognize. Oh well, there was always time for introductions on the bus, provided that Scott wasn't annoyed with him and made him stay there. "And the gratuitous sex too. Bring your notebook, Scott. Trust me, I've seen it. So, you guys can go ahead and knock yourselves out with it. Not like I'm going to be paying much attention to any movie anyways, with the company I've got with me." He smirked, nodding subtlely towards Kitty, and his hand graveled down the smooth, warm leather to her sleeve, taking her hand and squeezing it gently. It was probably one of their least lame options availible to him, with Jennifer's Body with Megan Fox not coming out until September, and G.I. Joe not due until August. Bobby didn't care anyways. Movies were made for more than just sitting there and scarfing popcorn and drinks during a flick, and he was feeling frisky enough to introduce Kitty to some of them. Edited by Bobby Drake, Aug 18 2009, 10:42 PM.
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| cyke | Aug 19 2009, 06:25 PM Post #5 |
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Scott looked up from the listings as Locke approached and smiled briefly towards him, watching the boy approach dressed as though he was getting ready to head out into a snowstorm, "Hey Locke, nothings jumping out at me and saying watch me just yet, maybe the others will have a better idea" It didn't take long before the others began to arrive aswell. Locke was followed shortly by Kitty, who being her usual self seemed to be full of boundless energy, and had it seemed to the older boy, thrown out any sense of style with the outfit she had on, but then he wasn't a teenage girl so he didn't really know what passed for style anyway with them. He gave up the listings as she held out her hand, knowing full well she would have more of an idea than he did about what was on right now. "Sure, knock yourself out" As he handed the leaflet over, he heard before he saw the approach of Bobby Drake. The banister squeeked as he raced down it, skidding to his feet at the bottom. It didn't take him long to show his face and join the rest of them, although his attention seemed to be solely fixed on Kitty, and it took Scott only a moment to figure out why when the boy slid his arms around her. He shook his head at Bobby's comments and selction of film, "Well Mr Drake, since niether your or Kitty are 18 yet we'll have to give that one a miss won't we" He looked around, then rose to his feet, figuring anyone else interested might catch them on the way to the garage, "Reckon we better get going before it gets to late" |
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| Deleted User | Aug 20 2009, 11:15 PM Post #6 |
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It didn't take much to make Locke feel self conscious, just put him in a room with people that he didn't know all that well. It was one thing to go to school back in San Francisco where he knew a good amount of kids his age, and at home with the twins he kept the hair over his eye mostly because he didn't wish to see it. Scott was alright, though the chances of Locke not brushing hair over his face weren't any lower. The two had talked yes, and Scott had offered to help Locke with his powers. The fact that Scott had been close to blasting Fluffy away wasn't something the younger teen held against him. Neither had expected anything of that size. Of course the second a girl his age walked in all the ease and comfort Locke had felt went out a second story window and splat on the sidewalk. As he felt, more then heard or saw, Kitty's approach, Locke began brushing his hair over the blind eye frantically. It was a little funny to watch, almost as if some sort of bug had fallen on him, and he was trying to get it off. Her apparent disinterest in him as anything more than one more person in the group helped to ease him a little. What really kept Locke from choosing to back down, besides the possibility of Taco Bell, was Kitty's choice in movies. Oh hell yeah. Friday the Thirteenth was right up there with the original Saw movie in Locke's book. He was a little disgusted by the p.d.a when the fourth came in, but to hear another voice want to see the same movie, if the two ever stop with the lip-lock to watch the movie was definatly a good thing. Until Scott layed down the law of age. It was like being back in California again, arguing with Kendra about what he could and could not watch. Long gone were the days when scary movies kept him up at night. Physical age wasn't important. It was the level of maturity and intelligence age that was important. Having a step-mother who works as an internet nanny meant having to argue and debate for hours just to see something stronger than pg-13. Luckily this also meant that Locke knew what the rating systems actually dictated. "I'm not eighteen either, but you're overlooking something Scott. A rating of R doesn't mean nobody under the age of eighteen is permited. A NC-17 rating means nobody under the age of eighteen is allowed under any circumstances, usually because a movie contains graphic sexual, language, violence, or drug usage. Those kinds of movies are edited to fit as a 'R' rated film, which does allow for those seventeen, eighteen in some jurisdictions, and under to enter provided they have adult accompaniment or supervision. The legal age for an adult in the United States is eighteen. So as long as one of us is eighteen or older we do have adult accompaniment, and are technically able to see the movie. It's all a matter of what the individual teen can handle watching. And after the crap that I've gone through in my life, I doubt Jason's going to scare me." |
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| Shadowcat | Aug 27 2009, 05:09 PM Post #7 |
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Kitty giggled as she felt someone cover her eyes. “Like I wouldn’t be able to guess who it was, your hands are like ice, literally.” She turned round to him with a big grin on her face, enjoying the kiss he planted on her lips. “Thought I’d better look the part in case you decide to whisk me away on the back of your bike again.” She would have happily thrown her arms around his neck to enjoy the kiss more but she was aware of the stares of the other two and felt a bit guilty acting all lovey dovey in front of them. She smiled at the other two boys guiltily. She elbowed Bobby in the ribs as he tried to provoke a reaction out of Scott, secretly enjoying his mischievous side but worried that enraging their guardian wouldn’t help their case of which movie to see. She blinked in amazement as the other boy suddenly jumped to their defence. “Erm yeah, what he said,” Kitty added in a daze. “Oh please can we go see it Scott, pleaaaaaase.” She batted her eyelashes and smiled as innocently as she could. “I promise I’ll make sure Bobby doesn’t do anything bad… atleast for five minutes.” She turned her attention back to Bobby, giving him a cheeky wink as she squeezed his hand. Kitty knew that most of the time she could get away with the little miss innocent act, so no one would suspect her if she caused mischief, Bobby however would be the prime target. But something told her Scott may just be able to see through her act. Thinking quickly, she tried to change topics as they headed off to the minibus. “Hey, now that’s over with, shall we argue about where to eat? I’m starving.” |
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| Bobby Drake | Sep 3 2009, 03:12 AM Post #8 |
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Bobby had a smile on his face, around the size of Manhattan Island, with Kitty's own words. He just could not believe how moonstruck he was becoming, never having had his own heart strings being pulled in Kitty's direction, having them twirled and wrapped around Kitty's own slender fingers. "Well, I can't help that. But maybe you can warm me up, y'know..." He bit his lip, and his eyes sparkled as he leaned in closer, softly whispering to her, mere hairswidths separating his face from Kitty's, and their lips meeting again. "You know, rubbing things around to get the proper blood circulation." He then takes her small hand, his fingers wrapping around it and he squeezes it back, before putting it on the front of his shirt and brushes over it his chest briefly, and the smooth curves of his pectorals under his Mario shirt. He felt the urge to laugh at Kitty's reaction, and how flushed her face was becoming with Bobby's forwardness. And then the color drained from his face and youthful cheeks, as he looked up and he noticed Scott looking at him, with a stern gaze and the dark haired boy with his hair covering one eye just staring him over as well. He just laughed, and grinned once more, albeit sheepishly. "Heh, just kidding guys. I'm feelin' a little frisky tonight." He wanted to wrap his arms around her tightly, and lift her slim frame off the ground as his hands slowly fell from the young phasing mutant's body. He didn't really mean to hurt all the guy's feelings, but he had felt such chemistry brewing with himself and his new girlfriend...well, who had not even asked out yet but was getting around to it anyways. What was the hurry? He didn't think that she'd say no, and it was almost official with how she melted in his arms, and how he twirled his way around her fingers, unable to have enough of her. He grinned, turning his left hand over and looked at the digital watch that hung around his own wrist, looking at the time. "Mm. Five minutes and counting. I can handle that." It was probably about time that they got going, as Bobby glanced back at the stairs, and Lorna had never come down from the upstairs. Maybe her and Scott had a fight, and she wouldn't be coming. It was too bad, because the young frigid X-Man wanted to thank her on sight for hooking him up up with Kitty, and making his week one to remember. He wanted to see her look as he jumped on her and smooshed her, with a major hug, just as he knew he would last week when his naughty date with Kitty began. "Does it start now?" Bobby could only wish that was the answer. However, his great mood was thwarted by Scott's citing of how the movie was rated R for all the sexuality and violence, and how most of them were too young to go see it. Bobby just scoffed and rolled his eyes, as he looked at Kitty, searching her cute almond colored eyes next to him. God, what a goody-two shoes. Does Scott have a better idea? I'd like to hear it. Bobby was the king of breaking rules, which were worth anything only as far as until they got in the way of having fun, and they should then be discarded. And he knew Kitty would be right beside him, after all they had stolen the Professor's credit card on their very first date. It had a huge limit, and Bobby made a mental note to himself to buy himself and Kitty some stylish new clothes and stop at the mall on the way back. "Psh. Yeah, like I'd let that it was rated R stop me, Scott. God, that was so lame. That's where having a girlfriend who walks through walls comes in handy," he mocked Scott and crossed his arms over his chest, raising a faded blonde eyebrow at their team leader. He then smirked, as he heard Locke speak up again, and voice his own support for his and Kitty's choice of going to see a horror movie. Well, the guy certainly had some tremendous taste. And he was liking Scott's reaction to all of the opposition that he was receiving. Their visored team leader had quickly been shuffled to the bottom of Bobby's Christmas card list, because he was the total antithesis of what the young Drake kid stood for. Authority, and bending to the will of adults, and utter stoicness and seriousness. It was all so boring to him that it made him want to cry. "Hah. That's three for Jason now. Sounds like you're outvoted, Slim. Unless you're going to nark us out to Xavier. I swear, I think you'll get the concept of having fun sometime around the moment when Paris Hilton discovers abstinence." Honestly, he liked to pick at Cyclops' skin a little, and he didn't care if he flexed his authority. He'd just grab Kitty, and put that sexy little leather jacket to hers of good use and follow everyone to the movies on his bike. He yawned a little bit, finding himself yawning from standing up for so long, and he just down in a leather chair with a foot rest, smirking as he put his size twelve shoes up on a nearby foot rest, reclining comfortably in it. His smile grew as he took a deep breath, at Kitty's question about food. "Well, if Kitty is not on the menu for me eating her alive, I could go for some Chinese food, or pizza. Cowabunga, dudes!" He wondered if anyone else was coming, as they got up to head for the van, wondering if they actually would get there before Xavier came back, jogging after them. |
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| cyke | Sep 9 2009, 11:07 AM Post #9 |
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Scott sighed. He knew it had been a bad idea to leave him incharge of the other students, he didn't know them and they didn't know him, and from the sounds of the way the conversation was going they wern't really interested in the rules that had been left behind for him by the Professor anyway. He was already beginning to regret sugesting going to the movies but it was to late to back out of it now, and they all looked ready to go without him if he said anything, at least with him there he could try and limit the damage. "Sure, fine, i know when i'm not going to win, but if the Professor finds out and blames me i'm not going down alone" He grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair as they past, biting back the temptation to clip Bobby round the back of the head as he did so, pulled it over his shoulders and headed out the door into garage. He had the keys out of his pocket already and was opening up the doors when Kitty started talking about food. He'd never been a huge fan of junk food but Chinese food did sound good as his stomach grumbled, maybe the boy did have half a brain inside that frozen head of his. He chuckled to himself at the thought of Bobby's brain visible through a sheet of ice and shook his head to clear the image away. Still smiling he climbed into the drivers seat and started the engine, buckling his seatbelt and then checking he knew where everything was while he waited for the others, "I'll throw my vote in for Chinese since we haven't sorted that out yet, any other takers or we got some other ideas?" Edited by cyke, Sep 9 2009, 11:08 AM.
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| Deleted User | Sep 10 2009, 11:08 PM Post #10 |
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Locke wanted to point out again that it would be no big deal for them to go see a rated "R" film. When he was in middle school his English teacher showed the class Stand By Me, and his dad had taken him to see the first Saw movie. Growing up in the world today you had to have some sort of desensitization to violence, otherwise there was no way you'd survive. Maybe it was just how he had been raised, but to Locke seeing people have their heads chopped off, or a geyser of blood in a movie was about as shocking and thrilling as licking stamps. Besides pissing Kendra off, that's what Locke liked best about the psychological thriller and horror movies. They didn't scare him. When he went to bed at night he didn't picture Pyramid Head ripping his skin off. The movies were less frightening than real life. Which might have been why he balked for a second at the car. It was stupid, he knew it, to hesitate and to have a queasy feeling in his stomach and for his legs to have a hollow ache to them. The crash was five years ago, and he'd been in cars since then without any sort of crash, not even a single missed stop sign. Somethings were just hard to forget. "Shotgun," he called and moved into position. Part of the reason was so that he could have an airbag should something go wrong, but a good portion was wanting to be kept away from sloppy and awkward make-out sessions and flirting over two rows of car seats. The latter he'd been witness to the week he had a girlfriend and his best friend Eaan decided to double date. He hoped that Bobby and Kitty wouldn't complain about him calling the front seat, but something told him that they would get over it quickly. While Locke had been quick to jump on board the Jason bandwagon with the lovebirds, he found himself not wishing to share their choice of meal. "Taco Bell," was his firm imput. Usually when the Californian used that tone of voice his younger siblings realized he was the one in charge. Even before his powers manifested he'd picked up a nickname of rock man due to his stubborn and firm grip of reality. It helped to keep younger siblings and potentially insane friends in line. Of course he was in no position of authority over any of those going to the movie that night. The truth, though he didn't know it, was that of the four he was the youngest. Still, he had to voice his desire, and right then Locke wanted to down tacos covered with lava sauce. |
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