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Posted by pitschon on Oct 29, 2009 14:22:22 GMT -6
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A month ago a grumpy and annoyed Bjorn was sitting at a terras in Belgium after leaving his home behind and met up whit a guy who eventually offered him a job as a ground keeper at the Mondragon lab in America. It was not the most ideal job he wanted but at least it gave him a start for his own new life. Now not so long ago the European mutant arrived in New York after landing. He didn't expected it but he was rather surprised whit the difference between Belgium and America, even tough he expected it when arriving it did still caught him of guard. It indeed was like they always said, everything looks bigger and better here.
Getting out of the cab he took he picked up his backpack whit the few personal belongings he took whit him and looked up. As usual the hood of his jacket covered most of his face but a blinking light of his metallic teeth could be seen as he grinned and looked around. He found it perfect, better then he could have imagined.
Since he arrived here earlier then originally planned he decided to take his time and look around New York a bit before finding out where that lab was and heading over there. Sliding his backpack on his back he walked into the crowded street of the city and let them guide him to wherever he would end up.
Sometimes Lori was just sure that New York ran on coffee. Where would they all be without their morning caffeine and sugar jolt? In a ditch somewhere, probably, with a failing economy, destroyed buildings, and oh wait...
At least the rebuilding of Faust Pharm was coming along. Just a few more months until they'd have lab access. More still before they'd be back in shape for production. Then New York would really be needing their pick-me-ups.
Her morning meeting over early, (Really, she just broke his tibia, fibula, and calcaneus before the man spilled the information she'd asked of him. What a pansy.) Lori was now congratulating herself on a job well done with a cold cup of iced coffee when a very curious individual happened across her path.
Metal. Lots and lots of metal.
She sipped her Americano through her straw and jogged as best as her pumps would allow in the direction of the pull. Would the individual feel it too? That natural attraction between metal and magnetism could not easily be denied. And since Lori was a walking electro-magnet they were sure to find each other.
True, she was a weak electro-magnet unless she pumped up the juice, but she'd rather play the game and find the metal before pulling out the big guns. It wouldn't do to embarrass the individual by hoisting them up above the crowd like a spectacle, now would it?
Nope. For now she would follow that subtle pull and rely on her innate attractiveness. Magnetically speaking.
Smiling he fetched his I-pod out of the pockets of his jacket and switched on the music as he chuckled lightly. A ironic twist of fate made it that his favorite genre of music was metal. It never ceased to amuse him every time he taught about it.
The loud music easily shut out the noisy New York streets as he kept going along whit the crowed letting them guide him deeper and deeper into the city as he looked around from under the hood of his jacket. His silver eyes looked around taking in every detail from the tall buildings to the many normal people and businessmen around him.
Happily he continued his tour trough the city as he taught that it would indeed be a big adjustment to live somewhere so crowded after coming from the quite country of Belgium in Europe. Luckily he was very good at adapting.
For a moment he wondered where to go as the crowed split up until he suddenly abruptly stopped and shivered as a strange sensation seemed to wave over his body. He felt some strange force tugging at him making his metallic skeleton gently pulsate as if the bio metal responded to this unseen force.
Curiously he looked around muttering the answer. "Magnetism..." Vaguely he recognized the sensation his bio metal gave him when he was near a magnet but this ... This was completely different then anything he had encountered before.
Almost automatically and partially out of fascination he turned toward the sensation and followed it feeling it get stronger slowly. "That must be one big magnet i feel there, or else ..." He didn't finished his sentence as he knew it had to be a mutant whit magnetic powers. The curiosity got the better of him as he headed closer to the source of it.
She was the hunter and the prey was on the loose. She didn't care to scare it away. She wanted to lure it in, talk to it, feed it, befriend it, then pull it apart to see how it worked. The first step in all of this was identifying which one of the lovely walking morsels was made of metal.
She walked along following the pull. If the prey turned a corner, she turned a corner. If the prey slowed, she closed some distance and the attraction between them was stronger for it.
Finally, the pull was undeniable. She had narrowed it down to a single hooded figure with a bag. A man by her guess from his walk and shape. A man made out of metal. A Tin Man, if you will.
Well, this wasn't Kansas. And she was no Dorothy. Lori's closest character match up out of The Wizard of OZ was the Wicked Witch of the West. She too melted upon water contact and she also happened to be the one that stole the Tin Man's heart.
Unfortunately the Tin Man she was following seemed to be a machine. Lori was in heels, sensible and low heels as far as she was concerned, but not walking shoes. Not like his. She turned up the juice. She let slip a bit more power into her natural field. It made moving her wire wrapped arm bones harder, but the energy yield was greater for every movement.
The stronger field seemed to do the trick.
He slowed. She slowed.
He stopped. She stopped.
He turned around and started walking toward her.
She waited sipping the last bits of her coffee noisily.
Lori was just a little thing, standing at a total of 5'4" (with her heels on) and dressed in a black pencil skirt and white long sleeve shirt. She could have been a secretary, wife, or waitress on break. But she was watching him with expectant eyes as he approached.
"You're metal." It wasn't the cleverest opening line she'd ever thought up, but he was a curious individual. She wanted to touch him very badly. To see how the metal moved and how deep it went. She wanted to explore his mutation personally.
"Nice to meet you." She added a bit late and far too distractedly. She didn't seem to notice the fact that she had not said any name at all.
Bjorn already had taken of his I-pod as he walked trough the streets frowning. The attraction that he could feel on his body clearly was bothering him where it came from. Soon he sensed that sometimes it weakened as if he got farther away from him but then it got stronger again. He couldn't be sure but his guess was that the person responsible for it was clearly following him.
Suddenly the intensity of the magnetism spiked and made him stop. Feeling as if it gave a tug directly to his skeleton he stopped right in his tracks. The bio metal that was in his body slowly vibrated as if it told him to give in to the pull. Sometimes he wondered if that metal had a mind of its own in these situations. He smirked and turned around letting the pull guide him too the source of the magnetism trough the crowd.
Eventually he found himself standing before a women that had stopped in the crowd and was watching him intensely. His hood shaded most of his face as he walked up to her so she could only see his cold silver colored eyes. Since his mutation started his eyes turned as cold as the metal that was now intertwined whit his body forever.
Whit his hands in his pockets he stood silently before her easily towering a bit above her whit his 6'3” even tough he saw she was a bit older then him. Maybe a year or 5 or so but he was always bad at guessing people's ages so he didn't bothered trying. A little smirk passed his lips as he hear her make her comment. Usually he lost his temper if people pointed that out but whit other mutants he felt more at ease.
"Indeed i am, or at least partially already." He grinned as he took of his hood revealing his face. In the sunlight you could instantly see that his hair had become more like metallic wires and was kept in a pony tail. His grin revealed a set of metal teeth that because of their sharpness and pointy appearance gave his face a rather animalistic appearance. Last you could notice his fingernails where made of metal even tough he didn't let them grow longer they where already sharp and pointy on their own.
Tilting his head a bit as he looked at the women before him and didn't know what to think. She was attractive enough without her magnetism but something warned him in his subconsciousness that she could be dangerous. But Bjorn just grinned wider as he was kinda a adventurous guy. A bit danger from now and then is right the ingredient that spices up this boring life.
"The name is Bjorn Pitschon and whit who did i have the pleasure to get attracted too?"
Silver eyes, a metal smile, hair like wire. He was a handsome mutant spectacle. More handsome for his mutantity than anything else. The possibilities danced in Lori's eyes. As soon as his hood was down the humans started walking on the far side of the sidewalk.
"Indeed i am, or at least partially already."
"Yes you are." She affirmed her words with an up and down look. Her eyes made it seem as it he was the shorter one and he was made of something good to eat. "Walk with me." Before he had a chance to object Lori was walking back the way she had come.
Her magnetic field would follow her and she could probably make it so he HAD to follow her, but it was best to let people think they had a choice in the matter before taking their options away from them. It was in this way that Lori took the measure of a man.
"The name is Bjorn Pitschon and whit who did i have the pleasure to get attracted too?"
The words made her laugh. It was good to be laughing. She tossed her empty Americano cup into the trash can she had been leading them toward and after it bounced off the rim and into the bin she turned on her heel and offered her hand. "Lori Faust." She gave her best as-seen-on-TV smile in case he had seen her on the news recently.
"Beyorun." She attempted his name. It sounded foreign. "You new in town?" She motioned to his bag with innocent eyes. She seemed to swing from devilish to school girl innocent in the bat of an eye.
He smirks watching her turn around and walk away whit a simple "Follow Me." He watched the women walk away but the attraction of the magnetic pull that came from her remained and made him shiver lightly at the silent pull on his frame. He wondered if it would be wise to follow her but curiosity got the better of him. Quickly he catches up whit her going easier since the crowed seemed to be shocked of his appearance and all stepped aside to let him pas.
As he looked at the normal people around him it was lucky that his cold eyes couldn't show the anger inside of him. Everywhere he got treated like a freak or a monster by others that didn't even try to understand his situation. But he quickly put his attention away from the people and onto her again as he heard her next question and a rather crude attempt to say his name.
"Yeah I'm Not from America miss. I just arrived here recently... I got nothing more left that is dear to me in my home country of Belgium so i decided to come try my luck here since i got a job here." He smiled. "Nothing flashy of course. I get to be a grounds keeper somewhere but its a start and enough to set up a new life here."
Lori grinned all teeth. He called her miss. Not that she was anything else, but it was sort of cute in his accent.
"Got nothing to hold you back?" She let her eyes run over him from top to bottom. Her weight shifted between feet and popped out her hip so she could resting her hand on it. Heels just weren't meant for long walks on the pavement and large amounts of standing time. "So... you have a job, but the real question is do you have a place to stay?"
Lori pulled back on her magnetic field and lessened the intensity of it as much as she was able with the large well of electricity inside her person. If he moved around too much he might start generating electricity. Metallic men didn't always go well with electricity.
"Because it just. so. happens," on the words just, so and happens Lori took a step closer to Bjorn. One, two, three until she was a slightly less than appropriate distance away from him. She had a long way to look up, but some guys liked that. "that I have a place for you to stay... maybe a even a job... If keeping grounds gets too boring, that is."
She turned, brushed her hand and arm against him and went to the curb to call a taxi. There was no way she was going to stand around in heels forever. "Care to see?" Lori held out her hand. If no taxi was willing to come she could always make them come. Being pushy with her power was always fun. More so when the display of power would earn her due respect from a potential victim of that power.
He shakes his head at the question if he has somewhere to stay. "Not really. I have a hotel room for now That saves me some cash but yeah i am looking for a place to stay still." He feels the magnetic field lessens as she turns her attention to getting a cab he feels the magnetic force that surrounded him lessen to just a gentle feeling that was still around reminding him of her presence.
He smirks as he hears her talk. "My your the second stranger i meet in two months that offers me a job... and you know a place to stay too. Well it looks like I'm a lucky guy since i decided to come to America."
He holds out his hand so that she can take it as his nails grow shorter then usual to make sure that she couldn't cut herself on the blade like nails while he smiles at her. "Feel free to show me miss, and i would here more then gladly what you have to offer. You made me curious."
"My your the second stranger i meet in two months that offers me a job...
Lori smirked over her shoulder. "Maybe you should spread some of that luck around?" She grinned in a toothy way that suggested that she might enjoy him sharing his luck with her.
"I was serious about the job. It's not for everyone, though, so feel free to give the other one a shot, though." But if he was half the man she hoped he was, he would end up calling the Order family. She would bring him over slowly. It could be a project of hers.
Lori waved her hand a bit more insistently and after a taxi passed her by again, she decided to flex her power after all. Lori made a magnetic field next to the next cab she saw. The car door crumpled with the strength of the field and no doubt Belgian metal man might take a step forward when she pulled the cab over to the curb.
The cabbie gave her wide eyes. The woman with her shopping bags who was in the back seat, also gave Lori wide eyes as the small blond deposited her bags on the curbside and grabbed her arm to (jerkily) help her out of her seat.
"After you, B. You... don't mind if I call you B do you?"
Lori held open the slightly crumpled door and smiled. Yep. Just another Tuesday.
He laughed at her remark about his luck. "Perhaps i can , who wouldn't want a little luck in times as these." He watched over the street as she tried to hold a cab whit out much luck. he figured that being such a busy city as new York you would be lucky if you ever get a cab on a day like this.
"And ill see about the job. Its easy work to look after that terrain since there are several groun keeper and whit these its rather easy to trim tree's and bushes" He held up his hands and made his nails grow out in fine blades the length of his fingers. They could easily cut trough wood and whit his metal constantly evolving it would be a Mather of time before it would get stronger probably.
"So why don't you tell me the details of that job so i might see if its something for me. I still can keep that ground keeping as backup for troublesome times." Suddenly he realized that she was getting annoyed from the cabs ignoring them and from the familiar sensation he knew what was gonna happen. He felt a rather powerfully tug as she used her magnetism making him stumble forward a bit before he managed to stand his ground but still he slided slowly to wards her.
He laughs how Lori managed to remove the lady in a mocking manner from the cab after the magnetism faded and he nodded as he took a seat inside it after taking his backpack of. "Of course i don't mind that. I know i have a rather hard name so feel free to shorten it."
The way that Bjorn reacted (or rather, didn't react) to Lori's manhandling of the taxi and the taxi's previous occupant spoke volumes about how well the man might fit in to the Order. But then again, their little family of criminals had been burned before.
So when Bjorn asked about the job, Lori wasn't tripping over herself to answer right away. First of all the cab driver was half out the driver's side door. Lori actually caught the waistband of his pants as he was attempting a swift exit. "54th Avenue, The Sanctuary."
The foreign man sat heavily back in his bead covered chair. He knew this was a potentially bad situation for him. Of course, if he behaved these situations were sometimes quite advantages resulting in exorbitant tips... and sometimes death. His hands gripped the wheel tightly. "That's in Queens...?"
"Yes. It is." Lori used a magnetic field to push his door closed. At times it was advantageous to be magnanimous. At times it was advantageous to pull a taxi cab off the street.
Lori leaned back into the back seat of the cab as they pulled back out into traffic. She wouldn't ice the cabbie for no reason. He was providing a service to her and it was bad for business to murder the little people without reason. It sort of started to demoralized them. An she needed them to be strong so that she could build her empire on their backs and let them do the heavy lifting.
"Why don't you tell me a little about yourself instead, B. Think of this as your interview. All I know is that you're from Belgium and you're partially made of metal. That's a start. Tell me more. What was the other job you got? Groundskeeping did you say? Do your skills lie in that area or was that just a rent check? What are your talents? Your aspirations?" It was getting easier and easier to sit on the interviewing side of the table. And to think that a year ago she was mixing drinks...
He sighs looking out of the window. "You would like to know a bit more about me ... Well that's fair enough ... Lets see where would i start." He took his time organizing his thoughts while she gave the frightened cab driver the instructions where they had to be. It seems they where going to some place called the sanctuary. He shrugged as he hadn't heard about it and turned to Lori to start his explanation.
"Well lets see. I ended up here after i wasn't welcome anymore at my home. And eventually i got a small job as a grounds-keeper here in some place called the Mondragon lab. And no it isn't my specialization its just a job to start settling in. Perhaps after i find a better place to stay ill go look for another job since now i can use a apartment near the lab to live in. For the rest i have quite some experience at Thai boxing." He smirks as he looks up" I used to be in the Belgium national championship before they disqualified me for having metal bones ... They gave me a unfair advantage over the opponents since elbow strikes and knee strikes whit metallic bones tend to be damaging for the receiving party."
He sighs shaking his head. "And i guess for the rest the only thing I'm very good at is art actually. I use it as anger management as sometimes i tend to easily lose my temper when I'm annoyed. But that's more of a hobby. But I'm a bit of a jack of all trades, I'm quite handy so it won't be difficult to find a job... i pick up things rather fast." Suddenly he chuckles "Oh yeah and i learned myself to read lips. It bothered me that i couldn't understand people while listening to my metal music whit my I-pod. Its random but i found it rather handy so far."
Mondragon Labs? Really? Lori chuckled. It started as a baby chuckle and then grew up to have a wife chuckle and little baby chuckles of it's own. She tried to listen to his self-proclaimed artistic abilities and disqualification from boxing, but she was a bit hung up on the mention of her dear, dear friend Slate's facilities.
"Oh yeah and i learned myself to read lips. It bothered me that i couldn't understand people while listening to my metal music whit my I-pod. Its random but i found it rather handy so far."
Lori found his foreigner's syntax to be endearing, but a bit confusing. She was born and bred in NY and as international a place as it was, it was still America. She'd never bothered to go out of her way to understand anyone who didn't make it easy for her to understand them.
"Well you can read my lips, B." Lori curled around on the seat until she was quite at home with her back to the driver and her forearm on the metal man's leg. She sort of lounged to achieve this and just so she could keep in contact with him. He was full of powerful temptation.
"Being a grounds keeper sounds like boring work, but I can make it a whole lot spicier for you." She leaned forward confidentially, she was really into this. "Mondragon Labs is a place I'm not exactly welcome to anymore." A sour look curled her lips into a pout. "The guy who runs the place is anal-retentive, but he's an interesting anal-retentive. I would like to have eyes on him that are under his radar and you seem perfectly poised for this."
Lori caught the metal man's eyes. "How would you like to be my ears at Mondragon Labs, B?" Her imagination was sparking in her mind and plans were forming about how to correctly pull this off assuming that this metal man could hold his confidence and find out what went on there at the Medical facility. Of course it was ridiculous to ask a stranger to do this, but then again it was also sort of perfect. The less he knew about the Order and the Sanctuary... the better.
In fact...
She leaned forward to the driver whose muscles visibly tightened in direct relation to Lori's proximity. "Just keep driving." She blew a little on the man's ear and a tendon on his neck bulged out. Hehe. Lori turned back to Bjorn in very good spirits.
