The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
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Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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He couldn't sleep. The place was bigger then he had anticipated and full of more freaks then he could imagine. Sure he knew that the place would hold mutants, but he hadn't expected to see people around his age with scales instead of skin and others that looked like giant forms of insects he spent countless hours with a magnifying glass 'playing' with. Knowing full well that he was not much different then them, he couldn't help but fee a bit of repulsion. No wonder people hated mutants, there were some that just would be better off if they never were born. Hell he was lucky that the only thing he had to worry about was shifting in the shadows. At least he had a mutation that actually worked with him and not against him.
Sleeping the first night in a new bed was the worse. He had thought after being on the run for the last few days, a bed would seem like floating on a cloud. Laying on the bed he couldn't tune out the sounds of around him. He hadn't realized how noisy people could be in their sleep nor how lucky he had been living with just his grandparents instead of a house full of mutants. In time he might be able to get used to the sounds, but tonight just didn't do it for him.
Rising from the bed, Hokee reached under the pillow and pulled out his black basketball shorts tossing them on. He couldn't roam about the place like he used to back in his grandparents home in just his boxers, at least not on the first night. True he could blend in with the shadows and all, but he wasn't keen on getting caught in the halls by the Taylor woman...bad enough he met her in the back of her car how he was.
Not sure of what he was looking for, he just knew sleeping in the bed was not an option right now. A walk around the halls or maybe a stroll outside would be nice. Not that he was dressed for November weather, but a bit of fresh air couldn't kill him. With the wood floor under his bare feet, Hokee shook his hair free letting the dreads pound on his back.
Turning the nob for his door, the quiet hallways were all there was between him and freedom. Looking down the hallways, he tried to remember which direction led to what. All the information shoved into his head so quickly just hadn't sunk in. It didn't help that he wasn't thrilled on the course of events that brought him there, but that wasn't something to worry about right now.
Lurking about down the halls, the pair of black basketball shorts walked in the air as Hokee's body blurred into the background. Keeping his pace slow and steady, he kept himself quiet as he wandered from door to door. There had to be something exciting going on behind one of the doors. It was to early in the night for him to be sleeping, not when his hours of excitement began more so after the setting of the sun. There had been to many students running around after dinner for him to have any real fun. That and he wasn't exactly sure yet where he was going.
Finding the door for the male restroom, he took a quick visit in to grab supplies. A roll of toilet paper could be entertaining, that and he could charge himself up a bit. Fiddling with the roll in his hands, he couldn't help but admire himself in the mirror. Here he was in a place full of mutants and he was about to have a little fun with them.
Holding the roll like a foot ball, he pushed his way out of the restroom and continued his walk down the hallway. Seeing the large staircase, he toss the roll down the stairs and admired the unraveling action. It wasn't the same as TPing a house, but it was something to do to pass the time. With a smirk on his face, Hokee continued down the hall.
Leaving the center area of the bedrooms he was rather content to see he had the ability to use his powers again. There was nothing worse then walking in the shadows and not having the opportunity to fade away. Lurking down the halls he kept his ears open, there had to be something interesting going on someplace down here. If not, he could just knock on a random door and scare the daylights out of something with his walking clothes act. It had to be a bit freaky to see a pair of basketball shorts moving on their own. Wake up little mutants, the boogie man is out to get you.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Nov 16, 2011 0:46:31 GMT -6
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DocProf had healed the physical wounds to the extent that all that remained was a nasty scar. But, no amount of healing could wipe the recollections of that night from her mind. Gina couldn’t shake those nightmares from her head. She probably hadn’t had a consistent night ever since the brush with death, since nearly dying at the hands of the lion-headed man.
Gina woke this evening just as she had evenings before, stiff and with frayed nerves, to boot. Yet again, another nightmare had snapped her into wakefulness. And, this time, she couldn’t fall asleep—and she’d tried , too. Gina roused herself from bed, retrieving a pair of baggy pajama bottoms and shimmying into them, before fastening the modified waistband over her tail hole, so that she wasn’t walking out in only her unmentionables and a baggy t-shirt.
Agnes shifted, “Gina? Whuddaryadoin?”
Gina sighed patiently. Ever since Gina had broken curfew and been shot, Agnes had also been on high alert. She seemed to wake up, or at least stir, everytime that Gina did, just to make sure she never did such a thing again.
“It’s okay, Aggs, go back to sleep,” Gina assured her, smilng, “I’m just going to go get a snack from the living room. I’ll be right back.”
>> “Promise?”
“Yeah, pinky swear,” Gina replied, smiling. One bullet wound was enough. That was enough of an answer for Agnes. She flopped back into the pillow and immediately went to sleep. Gina slipped her room key into the pocket of her pajama bottoms, and shuffled out of the dormitory.
The halls were quiet and serene, contrary to the hustle and bustle that typically flooded them during the daytime. Gina huffed, dragging her feet down the hall to the central living room. Hopefully, there was something good to scavenge from the pantry or fridge.
Gina sauntered across the living room and into the kitchenette, wholly unaware that she could be possibly be accompanied. She beelined for the pantry, and her taloned hands found…
“Oreos, bingo,” she hissed, plucking said cookies off of the shelf. She’d need some milk to go with that, too. Gina sung under her breath as she retrieved a acrylic, plastic cup out of the cabinet, before turning to retrieve the milk…
The thrill factor right now was a negative twenty five. Nothing was happening and even his short fun with tossing the toilet paper down the stairs seemed so pointless. He needed something better, something that would give him a nice buzz. At this rate pure boredom might actually put him to sleep. One would have thought with all the mutants living there, someone at least might be up and about. A morgue had to have seen more thrilling things then this. It was in the moments of pointlessness a door opened ahead of him and a tailed creature of sorts came tromping out.
A tail? Part of him wanted to run ahead and give it a nice yank while the other half had the gleeful idea of tying a string of cans to it. That would be semi interesting and might spice up the night a bit. Tip toeing behind them, he waited for the decent and followed shortly after. With his back to the wall, he listened to the sounds around him. Not knowing the school well in the slightest, he was going on blind site right now. The voice he heard did not match the sights he had seen earlier. The tailed creature was a girl...and human. He had never really thought much prior to how other mutants would sound and such, more so the ones with tails. Having only seen the profile view and mostly a behind the view shot, he didn't have much to lead on with assumptions.
So little Miss Tail had some Oreo. Really was this the excitement around here after people went to sleep? Oreo conquests, eh it was something. Hey, he might be able to make her toss her cookies, that could be something for a good laugh. With his options given, he could either pester the cookie monster or roam pointlessly around a place he didn't know at all. This was a no brainer. Tail or not, it was something to do now.
Lurking in the shadows, Hokee was very careful to keep himself confined to his areas of camouflage. Drawing his mouth closed tightly, he didn't dare risk showing his teeth. The black basketball shorts floated through the air as he walked about in the shadows. Freak factor, would flying shorts in the darkness of night startle Miss Tail? It was hard to hold back, but if he had a white sheet over his head he could have made sounds like he was a ghost. A shame, maybe another night.
Ducking down a bit, his immaturity level flourished. Slowly creeping up, he balled his fingers into a fist. Giving a solid punch into one of the cupboards, he waited with a smirk twisting in the corners of his mouth. The best part of the dark and night was just how jumpy people could be. Was little Miss Tail one of those jumpy people, would she toss her cookies and run in utter horror? He'd find out soon. Oh yes, very soon...
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Nov 16, 2011 10:23:31 GMT -6
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To toss Oreo cookies would be a crime punishable by death-- Oreos were a sacred staple of the midnight snack-y foods, and to drop them? Unheard of. Gina was still singing quietly as she retrieved the cup from the cabinet, her tail flicking absently. She neither heard nor saw the approach of the spectral basketball shorts, for she didn't expect basketball shorts to ambush her at such an hour.
It wasn't until one of the cabinets exploded with resounding noise, and Gina startled at the sudden noise. Okay, so the shooting had left her a little jumpy. Anyone who was the wiser would have recognized that she was at Xavier's, that she was safe, and there was nothing to fear. But it was late, and the fifteen-year-old girl wasn't fully-awake, or fully-rational. So, she startled, her heart leaping into her chest. She'd managed to hold onto the package of Oreo's, though as well as the acrylic cup.
But, unlike most people, when her startle reflex was followed-up by the fight-or-flight reflex, her flight reflex wasn't the dominant one. She wanted Oreo cookies, she wanted her freaking glass of milk, and no amount of tomfoolery was going to send her scrambling back to her room. The punk who was pulling the pranks on her was lucky that her hands were full, or else she might have clocked the prankster in self-defense. Again, there wasn't any real danger, but her nerves had been on-edge lately-- and it would have been their fault for scaring her in the first place.
Gina's gaze circled towards the noise, and she spied the basketball shorts that floated before her. Yeah, camoflauge didn't really work when you were wearing clothes, did it? The spectral shorts were probably meant to be the biggest scare. But, in a school full of mutants, the shorts were little more than a dead giveaway, and definitely not something to run screaming back to your room over.
She squinted in annoyance in the direction of the shorts, before noticing that there was a camoflauged body attached to them. Her eyes thinned in scrutiny. A guy. Figures. He was probably just trying to be funny.
Oddly enough, Gina didn't find it funny. But she gave him the benefit of the doubt. For now.
"Excuse me, please," Gina huffed, not even so much as blinking an eye. She let her gaze waver in the vicinity of where the basketball-shorts-mutant's face would be, as if his camouflage did nothing to hide his face... she could actually see faint contours of his face, but it was difficult to discern much in the darkness.
What a stiff, was she made out of stone or something. There went all his fun, no real reaction..well nothing that was worth his time. Just an excuse him? Why should he, why did he need to move? One thing for sure, Miss Tail was a dead beat. He should have known with the little bat wing on her back and all. Lame, she was a lame dead beat. But she had cookies and not just any cookie but the almighty Oreo. Damn her.
Flipping her off was rather pointless right now, did he even want to waste the time or energy over it? She was a sourpuss, a party crasher, the deadbeat....seriously were floating shorts not just slightly surprising? He needed to do something better, like pull her tail. With a lunge he went for the tail, it just flicked and flopped about calling to him. 'Hokee pull me, pull my tail!'
With a roll to the ground, he was determined to catch the tail. It was something to do, pathetic as it was. It was as if he was seven again and sitting behind the girl in class with the pig tails. Now those were fun to pull. Pigtails just were natural handle bars for yanking in a desk to make motorcycle sounds....somethings never changed with age. Hopefully her tail wasn't made out of something weird like moose hair or chainsaw bits. She was one freaky looking mutant as it was, so touching her would be an experience alone.
The flicking tail was like watching a fish jumping about on the land. He had to catch it, had to pull it....he would triumph, he would pull it and then, well he wasn't sure what he'd do next but it would be, entertaining. If nothing else, he could just call it a night, but that would make him lame like Miss Tail.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Nov 17, 2011 0:02:22 GMT -6
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If he wanted a reaction, a school for mutants was the wrong place to be. Floating shorts was not the most terrifying, startling sight to behold in Xaviers' halls. This guy would have had to be new here to think floating shorts was actually scary. The boy tumbled out if the way. Well, that was easy.
"Thanks," Gina mumbled groggily. She was not in a "holding grudges" mood, she was just tired. She went to the fridge, and pulled out a gallon of milk, unaware of the ambush taking place behind her. She closed the fridge with a bump of her hip, and went to pour herself a glass of milk. She was walking towards the counter when something stopped her.
Someone had latched on to her tail.
"Wha-?"
And, as if that wasn't bad enough, they gave her tail a rough tug. Okay, that had snagged her attention. She winced and let out a sharp gasp.
"Ow, hey!" Gina complained, depositing her snacks on the counter. She turned, and her tail was released. What was this guy's problem, "What's the big idea?"
She absolutely hated having her tail pulled. Thus, maintaining, or even attempting to have, a forgive-and-forget attitude was seeming to be less and less of a likelihood.
Trying to catch a flicking tail in the dark was harder then he had anticipated. Hand eye coordination always worked better when the hand was visible, but this was a typical set back he just had to deal with. Eventually, with his rolling about on the floor, he did get his fingers around the tail. With a bit of zest and glee he enjoyed giving a hearty tug on the tail.
The tail hadn't been what he expected it to feel like. From the glimpses he caught of it while trying to tug it, he thought it would be rough or ridged but it was like holding an extremely deformed peach. Not a peach entirely, with the muscles twitching in his hands it was like holding a snake who had a soft layer of fur on it. Still, it wasn't a good comparison. Maybe if a cat had its tail shaved or if a person's cheek was wrapped around a hose.....no it was like the steering wheel cover for that one car he spun out on the black ice.
With a quick release his voice broke out into a cackle. "Big idea, I pulled your tail." Did he need a reason to give her or an explanation? If she wanted it, well to bad. He did what he did because he could. If there was a giant red button in the middle of the room with a giant sign saying 'Don't touch,' damn straight he slam his hand on it. His body shifted back to normal as the basketball shorts finally revealed their owner. "You shave this or something?"
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Nov 17, 2011 21:38:40 GMT -6
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>> "Big idea, I pulled your tail."
Gina huffed as the cackling boy came into view. Good. Now it would be easier to glower at him. She folded her arms , her lips forming a hard line.
"Yeah, and it hurt," Gina pointed out, since they were stating the obvious at the moment. How would he have liked it if she had pulled his hair like that? Then, it wouldn't have been so funny, would it? Jerk. Gina tucked her tail around her legs to prevent, or at least impede, further pullings as she turned her back on him. She unscrewed the cap on the milk, and began to pour herself some.
>> "You shave this or something?"
Gina cringed at the question. She hadn't been expecting that one. It came right out left-field really, and it was kind of personal. In her wincing, she'd accidentally missed her glass momentarily. Who the Hell asked those sorts of questions, anyways?
"Nope," Gina replied simply, "Don't need to."
She wasn't about to go into a long, detailed explanation about her personal hygiene. Hey, at least he'd gotten an answer. Maybe he'd go away, now, though she seriously doubted that. Gina finished pouring herself a glass of milk, replaced the cap on the jug, and leaned over to get a paper towel to mop up the spilled milk. Once she'd done so, Gina tucked the package of cookies between her arm and her chest, took the glass of milk in one hand, the soaking paper towel in the other, and the jug of milk in her tail. It wasn't that she didn't trust him with her Oreos.
She just didn't trust him with her Oreos. Such risks couldn't afford to be taken when she was this groggy. She tossed the towel into the trash, used her free hand to grab the milk from the grasp of her tail, and replaced the milk in the fridge. Then, she went into the living room, giving little more than a parting glance in the long-haired boy's direction. She had her Oreos, she had her milk. She was ready for anything, now. Gina stalked hesitantly into the living room, towards the couch.
She didn't shave her tail, interesting. It was soft though, and he was itching to yank it again. There was just something about having a tail which was interesting even if the owner of it did seem to be rather lame. She acted like she was in her forties and not a kid, was she even a kid? He didn't know everything there was to being a mutant, but maybe she was a million years old but physically was stuck at a younger age. Weirder things could be possible, some of the freaks that were in the school were proof enough for him on that.
Though when the tail started to act like a third hand, it was just freaky. Sure lizards used their tails and monkeys but people? With the bat wings on her back and the way her tail was working, he was starting to wonder if a large house would drop on him. Thankfully he didn't have ruby shoes on nor stripe socks so that shouldn't be a problem. The rest of her skin seemed normal, so she couldn't really be a flying monkey and since she didn't shave her tail, there went the option of her being a winged yetti. Though.....if he switched out her body wash with it....
Picking himself up off the floor he missed his opportunity to block the fridge, but he did have the satisfaction of her having to clean up the spilled milk. Freaky tail though, boy did it need to be pulled. So what if it hurt, a lot of things hurt but it didn't mean you didn't have to stop doing it. He had taken a few falls from his late night runs, but that didn't mean he stopped jumping off ledges and running up walls.
Leaving the kitchen, he lurked behind her to see what she planned on doing next. "You'll get fat." Great line right there, a big ten on the insult scale. "Straight to the hips and make your ass the size of a blimp." Now him on the other hand, if he ate her cookies, it would give him more energy to run about and cause a ruckus. "Your tail would need its own zip code."
Leaning against the door frame, Hokee inspected his finger nails as if there was nothing interesting in the room. They weren't all that spectacular, but he couldn't let her know that she was slightly more interesting then him. He needed entertainment, and the best thing he had around was the wanna-be flying monkey girl. A bit weird, but hey it was something. Could be worse, he might be stuck having some shrink conversation with that Taylor woman.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Nov 18, 2011 0:13:12 GMT -6
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>> "You'll get fat. Straight to the hips and make your ass the size of a blimp. Your tail would need its own zip code."
Was this boy trying to piss her off? Because he cut to low blows rather fast. That is, if Gina hadn't been mostly muscle from flying, and didn't burn through calories like a forest fire through a dried-out forest. Those two facts alone made the insults more humorous than much else. Gina couldn't help it. She chuckled dryly. Dude was desperate to rile her up.
"Why would you care?" Gina retorted with a smirk in her tone, "I'd have to eat a lot of cookies for my butt to get that big. Flying burns calories fast." She circled the couch casually, her dark-eyed gaze regarding the long-haired kid coolly. Next insult? If all else failed, she could just bore him out of the room.
Rather than plop down on the couch, with her back to the boy, she knelt on the seat cushion, stomach to the back of the sofa and arms dangling over the back of the chair instead. So, that way, she could keep an eye on him. Once again, not because she didn't trust him-- she just didn't trust him.
She balanced her glass of milk in-between the cushions of the couch. Gina rummaged into the package of Oreos, pulled out a single cookie, and twisted it apart . She licked the frosting, dipped the defrosted cookie in the milk, and munched on it.
"Want some?" Gina inquired to the rather unamused boy propped against the doorjamb. She rose the package as if proposing a toast.
With a snark smirk building in the corners of his mouth, he was rather pleased to pull out the fat card on her. The bit of throat sounds from her were about as attractive as a squealing car belt. He shouldn't have expected anything remotely pleasant to his ears, not when he had a hairless monkey girl there. If she looked this bad, he'd hate to see the features of her parents. Apple never fell far from the tree, and in her case it looked like she got tossed into a few walls or something along the way.
Turning his body back into the kitchen, he shoved stuff around until he found what he was looking for. Taking out a tub of butter he searched about the drawers until he found a spatula. Returning to the door frame he popped the top of the bucket of butter and shoved the spatula into it. Giving a glance over to the freak on the couch, he shook his head and proceeded to butter the one door jam. "I'll start buttering the door now so you can get your lard ass in the kitchen in the morning. Should I hit your room too, or will waving another package of cookies be enough motivation to squeeze through?"
Pausing in his buttering the doorway, he looked over again. "No. Not after you touched them." Well the cookies would have been nice to eat, but he wasn't exactly for that currently. Eating for the purpose to pass time was rather stupid. There were so many other things he could do instead that were more satisfying. "Who knows what monkey disease you might carry."
Leaning against the door frame side he didn't butter up , Hokee started to poke the tub of butter with the spatula. Butter on the door wasn't destructive behavior...it was enhancing the school for better functionality. If he didn't butter it down, how would she ever fit through after eating all the cookies. She really wasn't big, but it was entertaining to tease her. "Wonder if they got a building permit yet to add another wing on the place for your nose yet...."
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Nov 18, 2011 11:15:00 GMT -6
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Gina watched with muted interest as the long-haired kid went to the fridge, and returned with a spatula and a tub of butter in-hand. Maybe he'd mistaken it as ice cream and would try eating it? It was one of those economy-sized tubs of butter, so she supposed that with eyes as squinty as his, it would be an easy mistake to make.
>> "I'll start buttering the door now so you can get your lard ass in the kitchen in the morning. Should I hit your room too, or will waving another package of cookies be enough motivation to squeeze through?"
Gina's patience with this kid was just about to completely run-out. What was his problem?! She could tell he was just egging her on, but man, was it working. And the sad thing was, Gina couldn't think of any smart replies. She wasn't a mean person. Sarcastic at times, perhaps, but she didn't really have a spiteful bone in her body. She did have a decent right-hook, though. And, though punching him would prove nothing, and would not make her out as a bigger person, it would be satisfying. Gina restrained lashing-out at him. Sneaking out had gotten her into enough trouble, as it were. Also, punching him would only show that he'd succeeded. Like Hell, if she'd let him win.
The kid went to butter the doorway. Gina glowered. Her mantra wasn't working. Sharp annoyance roiled at the base of her stomach, even though she knew she'd never be able to get that fat with how she burnt through calories. The offer to share the package of Oreos was also turned down. And that retort actually got to her.
>> "No. Not after you touched them. Who knows what monkey disease you might carry."
She didn't even here the thing about her nose.
"Monkey disease?" Gina reiterated. She didn't have to deal with this. She could go to her room right now and not put up with this verbal abuse. But, that would be admitting defeat. That would also show this jerk what room was hers, and where would her respite be, then? Had his parents told him that this was a school for mutants? Gina was so indescribably ticked-off with this kid, and yet she couldn't find something to say that was both witty and mean.
"Who the Hell do you think you are calling a woman a monkey?" Gina spat, unmindful of how loud she was getting. For all intensive purposes, she'd snapped-- God save the boy who'd invoked her fury, "Newsflash, a**hole, this is a mutant-school. You're going to run into people who don't look like some squinty-eyed, rat-faced human kid, got it? So you best get that through your head now, because there are other kids who won't take your s**t."
In her tirade, she'd discarded the Oreos onto the coffee table, as well as her glass of milk. She was no longer hungry, or thirsty. Gina had also gotten to her feet and stalked over the long-haired kid. She had her arms laced tightly across her chest, and her chin jutted out as she looked him dead in the eyes. He was only a few inches taller than her. Anger limned the little gargoyle's form.
"And just because you look like everyone else on the face of this Earth, doesn't mean you're better than everyone," Gina growled, "You're nothing but a nobody with a loudmouth and something to prove."
She didn't mean it as an insult, but a statement of the obvious. It was a challenge, which was obvious in the way Gina stood. Gina's body language screamed, So, what are you going to do about it, Mr. Big-Shot?
With the party crasher finally riled up, he had his entertainment. The cursing on her hand was hilarious, something that he found rather difficult to not laugh at right there and then. Apparently monkey remarks were the button to push if he wanted to get her going. Her short stature and soft face were anything but intimidating. Rat, so he looked like a rat to her...that was the worst that she could dish out? Comebacks were not exactly all that well crafted on her end.
"Baboon? Like that better?" Not waiting for a reply, Hokee turned his body sideways and slipped between the mutant and the door and bolted for the cookies and milk. Jumping over the coffee table, he landed on the couch. Letting himself spread out across the cushions, he grabbed the bag of cookies and helped himself to two at the same time. Sure he might have told her he didn't want any, but here he was now eating them. Point being, he ate them when he wanted them, not when they were offered.
"So monkey, you swing around with that tail of yours or fly your little bat self?" Bits of cookie flickered from his mouth as he spoke. Shoving the food to the side of his mouth, he was able to control his diction a bit better. "You get rabies shots?" How was he to know what kind of special needs she might have. She had a tail, a peach snake tail, but other than that and her wings how many other things were messed up with her. She obviously was developed, which made her look a bit funny. It was like looking at a reversed Quasimodo.
"So other mutants might not take my shit...who'd you say is the most dangerous one out of you all. Who is the big ass kicking mogul?" There were only some things he could find out from students, and well she seemed to be in that category. If he was going to be called a rat, well he could act like one. Get to know the scum he was with...or mainly the people he was now stuck with.
"King Kong, that your daddy?" Plucking out an Oreo from the container, he tossed it at the girl. "Or did you get ditched in the bell tower?" Lifting the abandoned milk he started to chug it down. Hey if she was dumb enough to leave her stuff, damn straight he was going to take it. No names were written on the snack and certainly no dibs were called either. It was all a fair game. He did toss her a cookie though, she should be thankful for that.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Nov 19, 2011 2:59:15 GMT -6
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>> "Baboon? Like that better?"
Gina scowled, "I much prefer my name, actually."
The final word came out haltingly as the long-haired kid bolted. For a short moment, Gina wondered if her prayers had been answered, and if maybe this boy would return to his room, so that she could snack in peace.
Instead, the butthead went for her cookies and milk. Bad form. Low blow. Gina huffed. Figured. She stalked back into the kitchen for alternate sustenance. She wouldn't want Oreos with his diseases all over them, either.
>> "So monkey, you swing around with that tail of yours or fly your little bat self? You get rabies shots?"
The least he could do was get creative with his insults. Sure, the monkey-thing had pissed her off, but Gina had vented in that area of the exchange. She had no more tirade left in her, in that area. The gargoyle propped the fridge open and peered in. Really, if you took out his acidic tone, the boy was really just subjecting Gina to inquiries.
"Tail isn't that strong, so flying," Gina replied shortly, "And no, I don't get vaccinated for rabies. If I contract them, believe me, you'll be the first person who will know." Because if Gina became rabid, she was biting a chunk out of his arm. Taloned fingers found applesauce. Put some cinnamon on that, and it wouldn't be half-bad. That sounded like a decent alternative. Gina kicked the fridge shut.
>> "So other mutants might not take my shit...who'd you say is the most dangerous one out of you all. Who is the big ass kicking mogul?"
"It isn't a maybe, it's a guarantee, sweetheart," Gina said sarcastically. She went into a cabinet, retrieved a miniscule bowl. As per who to look out for, Gina smirked, opting to be unhelpfully cryptic, "Piss enough people off, you'll figure it out."
Gina retrieved a small spoon and a container of cinnamon, meandering to the round table that the kitchenette opened up onto.
>> "King Kong, that your daddy? Or did you get ditched in the bell tower?"
The kid threw an Oreo at her, but he had shoddy aim. The cookie stuttered to a halt a good four feet to the right of Gina. Thank God for small favors.
"Fire station, actually," Gina corrected, popping the lid off of the applesauce, "So, your guess is as good as mine... It's a distinct possiblity, though."
Gina poured a decent amount of applesauce into the little bowl, closed the container, and topped her serving off with a few shakes of cinnamon. Rather than get up and her food away, she flopped down in a chair at the table. She sure as Hell wasn't sitting on the couch with that creep.
"Sweetheart....has a ring to it." A ring that didn't fit his fingers nor something he particularly would gloat about. Not his style at all and frankly he couldn't find anything attractive about her to make him want any sort of relationship with. Battery of insults was the best she'd get, at least for now. He just met her plus who knew how long he'd stay around the place. There was the taste of freedom still in his mouth and it was something he did enjoy immensely.
She grew up at a firehouse? That had to suck more then anything else. Just the sound of sirens was enough to get his legs running nonstop until he couldn't hear them or see the flashing light anymore. It was the lights that he learned were more dangerous. You didn't have to have the siren blaring in order to pull someone over, just the lights. Not that firemen pulled people over and take away delinquents and such, but they were still a uniform. .
"Don't come crawling to me about your daddy issues." Tossing the bag of cookies to the side, he pulled the glass of milk off the coffee table and tried to balance it on the palm of his hand. Not caring much with what he was doing, the glass started to tip one direction before his other hand caught it. With a bit of a shoulder shrug he put the glass back down and intentionally knocked it over.
"Who creeps you out the most here?" Relaxing out on the couch, he soon had his hands behind his head. "You can't tell me you don't get chills down your back time to time. There has to be one mutant here that makes your skin crawl and your tail goes limp." Would her tail go limp? Sure he saw it juggle about stuff in the kitchen as if it were another hand, but apparently to the owner's claims, it wasn't exactly a strong limb. Limp Tail, that was a good name for her.
"So that lady, the one that makes mutants not like mutants. You stand near her and look like a person or something?" If Taylor wasn't going to tell him, he would have to find out information other ways. He might be able to figure somethings out, depending on how tame he could keep his tongue.
