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.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
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.
Got a plot in mind?
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Holding his tongue and waiting till Alex was done speaking of his hardships of being Korean in Spain. He was a minority and wanted to be known for it apparently Carrick nodded his head once or twice as his tail slashed the air behind him impatiently. On occasion Carrick shifted his attention to Andrea who mentioned where she lived and that she didn’t have any idea what it was like to be like him, then she too mentioned about different backgrounds.
When she was done speaking Carrick shook his head and then looked to Alex, ”You misunderstood my meanings…” he opened his wings and pointed to them, ”This makes me a mutant, this is my mutation just like you too have your own mutation, the difference between us is too vast you’d never understand, you don’t stand out as a mutant you could blend in if you wanted too.” He closed his wings and then lifted a hand into the air, ”Not that I’d want to blend in, I’m just saying the option is there for you if you wanted to take it.”
Turning the water on and rinsing out the glass Carrick turned his head to the pair of early birds and continued, ”I don’t care if you’re a minority or a majority, I care so little about that it doesn’t matter, what I do care about is when people try to compare their history to my past and present like we were living the same lives.” Carrick laughed and opened his wings again this time full extended a tactic to make him look bigger than expected to deal with what he interpreted as a possible threat, ”Worshiped, hunted, feared, hated, loved, attacked… the list goes on and on and that’s only in this form, my second form the list goes on even further, you can not fathom what my life is or was like, the only way I could get around in the states was to join a circus…”
Carrick’s tail reached up behind him and was barely long enough to turn off the water but when he did he continued, ”Don’t get me wrong I love my life and everything about it my home my family the circus and especially my wings, just don’t try and insult me so poorly by stating you never acted like me… Eejit”
With that he folded his wings back up into his back and then looked to Andrea, ”Sorry… I didn’t mean to assume that you knew what it was like to be like me, I only meant that you simply walk into a room and like me you have eyes on you… it’s a nice feeling sometimes though…” said Carrick with a faint smile on his face trying to be nice as possible to Andrea.
The smile faded as quick as Andrea moved out of focus, as Alex became the next on topic focus. ”Just because you could do that doesn’t mean you would, and for all you know this is the only skills I possess, you can try and flick lightning at me but you only get one shot.” Carrick finished whiled puffing out his chest slightly exposing his tattoo on his chest. It was his shield and his foundation his father taught him not to go looking for fights but he also told him to never let anyone walk all over him.
”Because people are stupid, humans and mutants both…” Carrick responded back in Andrea’s direction before he went into back into the fridge to look for something else to satisfy his hunger that he had worked up after the argument between he and Alex.
Andrea was a Greek, it had not really concurred to him that she was from Greece, not that he knew much of it, other than Greek mythology, and that Athens was their capital. He was however quite sure that Rhodes was an island belonging to Greece. It had only taken him a few facial expressions to show that he was indeed listening to Andrea, though she did not really seem to want to talk about personal things like that, which made him regret asking in the first place. Though words were sent across the room again, and it was not from Andrea.
Anger, fright, annoyance had all gotten the best of him. Normally he would not act in this way, he would be the quiet observer in situations like this, like Andrea had been all since they all entered the kitchen. The winged monkey just had that attitude that he himself did not care much for, even if he possessed several similar traits. His face felt cold, yet it had a pricking sensation. Andrea herself had seemed to interpret monkey-boy's meanings in the same way he had, or perhaps only because she interpreted it the same way, because he had himself just blown it all out of proportions first.
In the end, though he agreed with himself, and Andrea, he hated to admit that monkey-boy was the one who was right in the end. Because he was looking for any excuse to look down on him, he had perhaps intentionally blown everything out of proportions.
Looking down at his glass of apple juice he spoke, "I agree with you, and I apologize for.." He took a pause, he knew what he wanted to say, he just felt that he needed to insert a small theatrical pause. "I did misunderstand, perhaps even I wanted to misunderstand, though this doesn't change everything." He raised his head and looked at him. "You are right, I blend in with others, if a non-mutant person came in the door here, that person wouldn't be looking at me, but at you two." He felt bad for saying it, but he knew that monkey-boy was seemingly proud of himself, and his mutant appearance despite the drawback. "I can't do anything other than apologize" His face remained calm, yet stern, but not looking angry, or as if he had a fit any more. " All this being said, there is a thing called secondary mutation, you never know, I might end up mutating into a humanoid bug."
Fully aware, he decided not to mention the circus, basically because it would only bring more drama, and it was really not needed, the tension in the room had risen to even higher than previously, and it was chocking him badly. It would have been nicer if he could handle situations like this better. Even if he was the most normal looking on the outside, he was surely the most different on the inside, something they would probably have difficulties understand, just as they had differences he wouldn't understand. In the end, Andrea had stated a question, humans, mutants, it was easily answered, it had all happened in the past as well.
"If you look at the history, similar things have happened for aged, I would go as far as calling it just another form of racism. Humans are afraid, because us mutants possess a threat because of our powers. And mutants, as yourselves have different appearances, which is also something similar to the different races around the world. Such as Africans being forced into slavery, or having different stereotypes for different races." He stopped for a moment, as he looked back from Andrea to monkey-boy. "It has nothing to do with stupidity, it is just a question about knowledge, people are afraid because they think everyone fits into the stereotypes, such as many thinking that all Muslims are potential terrorists, even though that is not the case. To put it simple, humans doesn't know better, and don't want to know better."
>>”Sorry… I didn’t mean to assume that you knew what it was like to be like me, I only meant that you simply walk into a room and like me you have eyes on you… it’s a nice feeling sometimes though…”
She shrugged the apology away, as it truly didn't bother her that much, but frowned deeply at how he ended his statement. It was true, she knew a few people that loved or didn't mind attention and were willing to bring it upon themselves. Personally though, she chose to avoid attention if at all possible. Attention seemed to only bring danger, and un-needed questions. "I have to Disagree, When I feel eyes upon me, It is always a bad thing." She eyed him calmly for a moment, "Whether that is because of our different back grounds, or because I lack the confidence in my own powers that you exude, I can not really say. " She was a little jealous of him, she had to admit. if she had been born with wings and a tail, instead of the touch of death and knock out vision, she might have been a little prideful as well...
She smiled, weakly, and reached for another apple. Her gaze landed on Alexander and she paused. Honestly, an apology from him had been the last thing she had expected, but it was a nice turn of events. A small part of her wanted to hear an apology come from the winged one as well, but... she didn't put any energy into the thought. It was just her books getting to her, everything had to have a happy ending. Life wasn't like that for most people...
>>"To put it simple, humans doesn't know better, and don't want to know better."
Her frown deepened. "It is truly saddening that we cannot simply live without being separated by appearances. I mean, god did not put us here to bicker back and forth about such trivial things." She bit into her second apple, and chewed quietly while she thought some more. There was too much violence in the world, too many ways one could get hurt simply by being themselves. Realization struck her suddenly, and she found herself thinking back on another thing he had mentioned.
"...Secondary mutation?...what does that mean?" Her eyebrows furrowed above her glasses and she took another bite of her fruit. Being so new too so many things, she was still discovering bits and pieces of information on mutations and how they affected each individual.... but she had never heard of that before...
There were a few leftovers but nothing that really tickled his fancy, however there were a few foods that he could consume and be satisfied with, the last yogurt perhaps or maybe the burger someone had left in the front, which he could only assume, meant ‘Please Take’. Reaching up and grabbing the giant burger Carrick’s mouth started to water and he brought it out in hopes to find a plate.
Carrick smirked at Alex while his back was turned to the guy, he called him wrong for calling everyone stupid but then he went around and said they only lacked knowledge… ”Eejit… the bug face would be an improvement!” Carrick retorted as he placed the burger on the plate. Even if he got an apology it didn’t really matter Carrick was already on edge and in defensive mode.
So what if it wasn’t the appropriate time to eat a burger? He did what he pleased and he would be dammed if someone were to tell him what he could and couldn’t eat he didn’t even think that Alex was that stupid but then again, he was an Eejit.
Looking to Andrea he shook his head as he shoved the burger into the microwave, ”It’s all how you carry your self, if your confident with how you look then it doesn’t really matter what other people think. Sides I think you look deadly…” Carrick said as he turned to set the timer and turned the burger minus the buns on. Even soggy buns could ruin the best burger something he wasn’t going to let happen.
Carrick waited and silently agreed with Andrea about how sad it was people couldn’t get along. But he still felt no need to apologize to Alex for being an Eejit, there was little he could do to help him not be one.
”Eejit means a mutation other than the one that first formed…” Opening his wings again and aiming them at Andrea he pointed to them, ”My main mutation would be my wings and tail, my secondary would be…” Carrick was about to say what it was but the microwave beeped and drew his attention from her and he went to putting the burger back together.
After all this, he knew nothing would warm up the cold front in the room. It was if as a blizzard had put joined forces with a tornado, creating a twister of icy cold emotion and harsh criticism. He was still being called an idiot, though he did not expect anything less. He crossed his legs, and merely just rolled his eyes at the remark that looking like a bug would be an improvement. Surely looking like he had major eye-lid surgery wouldn't make him look any less like a bug. Instead of snapping and coming with a regular smart remark back, he got up and walked over to the sink and poured the rest of his apple juice down the drain, then washing out the remains of the apple taste from the glass, and then refilling it with a small amount of water.
All in this time while getting a self confidence lecture by a fifteen year old guy whose arrogant attitude suggest that he might end up in a fair share of trouble in his life. Though he had no idea about what on earth he meant by calling Andrea deadly, was she deadly? or was that some sort of slang word he was not familiar with? He knew that in that age anything deadly is cool, though he was pretty sure that had something to do with some sort of weapons being deadly, and not being green skinned. Though in his own opinion her hair alone was a catastrophe alone and that she could certainly do with more haircare, and perhaps a haircut at that. That being said, he couldn't get the image of Andrea in an Amy Winehouse like hairdo out of his head.
He sat down at the same seat as before, crossing his legs again, only on the opposite side from before. He looked from one corner of the room to the other, looking ahead of a little winged boy by the microwave preparing something edible perhaps more than he would ever have wanted to eat in an entire day. He took a very small sip of water, where most of it only moist up his lips and mouth, rather than really going down his throat.
Seeing as wing-boy was more interested in having a meal, rather than finish a sentence, Alexander felt that he needed to continue for him. After all, he had been the one to sort of bring the topic up for discussion. "As he was saying" Alexander tilted his head towards the placement of the microwave, instead of wing-boy. "A secondary mutation is something that can happen, or not happen. To keep it simple, you could basically get new powers, or something changes in your appearance, or perhaps just make your existing powers improve, or worsen by the way you'd look at it. " He gave wing-boy a side look before turning his attention back on Andrea. "Usually a secondary mutation is based on your original mutation, meaning that this one would probably have something grotesque to show for, or will show for." Of course referring his look on wing-boy yet again. He didn't smile, but rather traced his fingers lazily around the edge of his glass.
"Oh, be nice-... uh... " She paused, finding herself at a lose for what to call him. Had he given his name?... She couldn't quite recall. "...hm, i Don't believe I caught your name before..?" Andrea blinked and turned her eyes quickly to Alex. he had introduced himself, formally and politely. Perhaps it had just slipped the winged ones mind? She would find out, whatever the reason, once he answered.
>>”It’s all how you carry your self, if your confident with how you look then it doesn’t really matter what other people think. Sides I think you look deadly…”
Casting a slightly horrified look at his turned back, Andrea tried and failed to piece together what 'deadly' could mean. If she took it literally... she would cry. There was no doubt in her mind. So, non literal it was. Shaking herself of the near panic attack, she turned her attention to the rest of what he had said. He spoke of carrying ones self... and body image- if she was hearing him correctly. She tilted her head in though. Body image was a no go... how were you supposed to love yourself, when you loathed everything about yourself? It was a puzzle really... one Andrea didn't have the time, nor patients to solve anytime soon.
He continued on to talk about his own mutations, the tail and wings that he so proudly sported, and Andrea was once again struck with fleeting jealously. For a child so young, wings allowed so much freedom... And with an attitude as well tuned as his own, negative opinions surely bounced off of him. But... on the flip side, those wings probably also made it rather hard to do normal everyday things... like wear proper shirts... and sit in seats with wide backs. She found herself wondering briefly if the youth flew everywhere, and if he even bothered with things like buses and cars at all. A pang of sympathy rang in her chest. His talk of time spent in the circus ebbed back and she fidgeted with her toes again.
>>"A secondary mutation is something that can happen, or not happen. To keep it simple, you could basically get new powers, or something changes in your appearance, or perhaps just make your existing powers improve, or worsen by the way you'd look at it. "-"Usually a secondary mutation is based on your original mutation, meaning that this one would probably have something grotesque to show for, or will show for."
"Oh..." Wiggling her toes, she turned her eyes back to the winged one. If that was was case, then she had already had her secondary mutation... A relief if she really thought about it. She would be cursed with to touch, and left color blind for the rest of her life.. but there would be no more unhappy surprises. Well worth it. "I suppose I have nothing to fear then." A smile knocked the subtle frown from he lips, and she wiggled down from the counter, resting against it rather than on it. She was still feeling quite hungry... two apples were apperantly not enough.
"Is anyone up for an early breakfast...?" Considering the left over meal the winged one had, she doubted the answer would be yes... But an omelet with green peppers and onions sounded just peachy her her empty, nagging stomach. Andrea started in on collecting the things she would need from the fridge.
A quick laugh echoed from Carrick before the microwave buzzer rang out signaling the completion of his burger heating up. Opening the microwave and pulling out the burger Carrick looked to the Eejit and nodded his head, ”Perhaps you’d like to see how grotesque looking I can get?” he asked as his tail twitched behind him excitedly, threats and insults even if he claimed that he didn’t want a confrontation or tried to ignore Carrick his sly remarks continued taunting Carrick back into a confrontation, and if it was a confrontation he’d be more than happy to confront but now… burger time.
Going to the fridge and taking out the ingredients Carrick smiled happily and started using his tail to squeeze the contents from the ketchup jar and the mustard jar, sure it wasn’t as powerful as his hands but he figured with enough work he might be able to make it stronger.
His attention turned to Andrea who questioned his name, ”Never gave it.” Carrick answered back quickly as he took a bite of his burger snuffing out the hunger that had accumulated over night. Swallowing his first bite and clearing his mouth Carrick looked to Andrea after he placed his plate of food on the counter, ”Carrick, my name is Carrick O’Connor” he looked back down and took another bite of his burger his mouth watering with every bite as his taste buds tingled with each bite.
Ears perking to Andrea offering to make breakfast, ”If you’re offering!” he said quickly his mouth still full from a bite of food before. Nodding his head and opening his wings Carrick took another massive bite of a burger and chewed as he removed the little bit of the burger remaining on the plate and wolfed it down.
Not surprisingly it seemed as if wing-boy was quite interested in showing the full limit to his powers, and it wouldn't be hard to guess who he would want to use as a crash doll at the moment. Then again, it wouldn't happen, not in the kitchen, or ever. Arrogant behaviour or not, Alexander doubted that he'd go full out like that. Instead Alexander just muttered to himself about how wing-boy didn't had to show how grotesque he could be, as he was already grotesque enough as it was. Though the wings did not really bother him, or the fact that he lacked clothing. The tail, was very disturbing, and it looked as something he would have nightmares about.
Andrea, who seemed to be quite the opposite of both him, and the winged-monkey, seemed more pleased than earlier giving the appearance of. After talking about secondary mutations, she seemed to think that she did not have anything to fear, did that mean she had already experienced a secondary mutation? He could question the many variations of possibilities, though he was not in the mood to do so at the moment. Mostly this was due to the headache he was getting, not for staying up for a long period, but listening to the one who's name was now revealed.
The offering of an early breakfast did not tempt at all, eating at this time would not be a good thing for digestion, no, he'd much rather stick to some good old fashion carrots, or a nice celery. The fear of turning fatter was frightful, it wasn't who he wanted to be. "No, I'm not hungry" He replied to Andrea, even though he was feeling a bit hungry. He also noticed that Carrick was interested, hadn't he just eaten? How much food was he interested in eating? The mere thought of eating that amount of food in one go was making him a bit sick. Instead of voicing his opinion on the matter, he just pulled a quick face when no one was looking, before he turned his attention back to his glass.
The gorgon paid no attention to the two boys bickering back and forth, she chalked it up to the sort of thing most people would normally do this time of the morning and continued on with her current self given mission. What type of egg dish would she make? Regular cheese omelets were quick and tasty... but could sit like stones in the gut when you were trying to sleep. Adding onions to the dish would surely spell disaster on sensitive stomachs...though a glance at Carricks late night meal told her that she wouldn't have to worry too much about him. The selection of ingredients within the fridge made up her mind for her.
>>”If you’re offering!”
Growing boys often had an appetite that could rival that of a tiger sharks. Always eating- even if it was just snacks. She smirked into the fridge, and continued to gather up the things she would need for a good old fashioned omelet. Cream cheese, onions, cheeses and last but not least, a ham she found lurking towards the back of the fridge.
>>"No, I'm not hungry"
Fair enough, he had been drinking enough water to fill his tummy, or perhaps he had a sensitive stomach and could not eat so early in the morning. Either way, she wouldn't push the matter and would simply make enough for three- (just in case he changed his mind). Setting her armful of things down on the counter, she bent and retrieved two skillet pans from under the counter, then set them on the stove, turned the heat on and moved to find a suitable oil.
Noting that his offer to show Alex something more grotesque was declined by a silence and an occasional mutter Carrick was glad the Eejit had shut his mouth, it seemed the mood of the room increased dramatically when he didn’t respond back. It was a shame too he thought Alex was more like his brother, which meant more fun in arguing if he would have continued. Though Carrick had to remember that Alex wasn’t his brother no matter how much Alex reminded him of his half brother when they argued.
Watching Andrea set the materials on the counter and the skillets on the stove Carrick’s hand was already in a cupboard and removing the cooking oil. He had seen Ruby use it on several occasions when she made pasta for him so he was already well informed on where most of the cooking supplies were. ”You need some help?” Carrick asked curiously as he handed her the oil, even though he was usually a danger in the kitchen he was always more than happy to help his mom back home, even if his helping often resulted in a few fires.
His tail twitched behind him excitedly in the possibility of being able to learn how to cook anything, the only thing he was capable of making without burning anything was Mac n’ cheese, grilled cheese and Ramen. Ruby was attempting to teach him how to make spaghetti but more often than not he would end up turning the noodles into a crunchy pasta or worse, the super soggy unable to eat with a fork pasta.
Words could not describe how uncomfortable the whole situation was for him. the arguing with Carrick had stopped for the time being, but it was still heated, and the smallest wrong comment would surely set it all on fire again. One didn't need to know much to see that Carrick enjoyed fighting, perhaps something he took pride in because he thought he did it well. Instead of fighting, and coughing up thoughts on mindless insults and comments he would eat instead. Meat at that. Just the thought of eating meat made him feel nauseous, and if he ate it now, he'd probably be throwing up the rest of the day.
With his eyes wandering around on Andrea who was preparing to make a meal, he couldn't help but to think that the ingredients she chose seemed to be quite heavy if she was to go back to bed again. Though Carrick would probably need it to keep his ego on a sane level. As Andrea was Greek, she most likely knew a lot about cooking Greek food, though he himself had never been very interested in Greek food.
At the sound of Carrick asking if he could help, Alexander couldn't help but to laugh loudly in every functioning cell in his body. Surely he cooking had to be a disaster scene waiting to happen. He heated burgers up in a microwave, meaning he would most likely just look for the quick solution, and probably had a huge love for fast food chains. This all made him think about the food his mother used to make, and he didn't eat, she sure loved making traditional Spanish food, but they all contained meat, but when he was a child he did like the food, especially desserts.
Dropping his mind out of the older days of his life, he refocused on Andrea and her cooking. It seemed like she knew what she was doing, though it could have been a speciality of hers, and that she was bad at everything else. "Do you cook a lot Andrea?" He asked her in trying to just say something that did not sound, off, or as an insult.
After turning the stove top on, Andrea pursed her lips, and looked over at him as she cracked four eggs into the pan one by one. "Sure, help is always appreciated. Would you mind shredding the cheese?" With a small smile, she turned back to the eggs, lifting the pan and tilting it just a little to make sure they would spread evenly. "You could cube some of the cheese also... It depends entirely on how you cheesy you want your omelet, I suppose?" With that problem solved, she turned to chopping up the onions she had pulled from the fridge.
>>"Do you cook a lot Andrea?"
Pausing, she turned to glance over her shoulder at him, then turned back and pondered his question. Did she cook a lot? Well... now days she supposed she did. Before she had moved to the states, she hadn't really bothered to cook anything. Her mother took care of the holidays- she was a woman who didn't trust anyone else to cook elaborate dishes. On the other hand, she hadn't been particularly against cooking. Her laziness in the kitchen had won out over her appetite quite a few times in fact, but she still had some experience under her belt. "I suppose... I didn't really used to cook a lot."
She paused, setting her knife down while she thought out how to say what she wished to say, "but since coming here, I have had to cook for myself a lot more than I have had to previously." She turned once more, sending him a quick smile over her shoulder before she turned back to the eggs to make sure they didn't brown.
More than willing to help Carrick gathered the cheese and started to cut them accordingly like Andrea had said and he placed them on the cutting board. When he heard Alex laughing no doubt it was to get things heated again. Without a moments hesitation Carrick smirked still cutting the cheese with one hand while the other aimed at Alex he gave him a hand gesture that was universal, a little more direct than he intended but it had the same affect. Hidden from Andrea who was cutting onions Carrick smiled and resumed his work acting like he did nothing out of the ordinary.
On occasion Carrick leaned away from his cheese to eye what Andrea was doing, he was a terrible cook but was always egger to learn how to make something new, if he could learn how to make eggs he could add it to his list of accomplishments in the kitchen which at the moment was a very short list.
”Done!” Carrick said as he placed the plate of shredded and cubed cheese in front of her waiting for more orders. His tail behind him challenging Andrea for a more difficult task than shredding and cutting cheese.
Why did he have to be so nice all the time. If he wasn't he could have lunged himself up from his chair, pick up a knife and slash it Carricks wings. Never in his life had he met someone as annoying as him. He didn't even need to know him feel the annoyance from looking at him. As kind as he was, no such thing would happen. Instead the silent treatment would do for now, as it seemed as Carrick was most eager to get reaction, but Alexander was not interested in throwing the first punch.
He took another sip of water, placing his glass on the exact same place as earlier. Looking around the room as before in hopes of spotting something new. Instead all he saw was two people cooking, one being all right at it,while the other did a lousy job at cutting something as simple as cheese. If he had done anything food wise a lot, it would be cutting food into the smallest slices and dices.
"I have had it the same way" he said to Andrea, thinking again about how his mother always cooked him meals, even after he became a vegetarian. Though he often did help her preparing the meal, he never really cooked the food. But after leaving home to come to the school, he had not really even eaten much food, unless a random fruits, a carrot or similar. He was so homesick, but he couldn't just go home now, not until he had everything figured out. "I guess it's like that for most people that leaves home, no more parents that take care of food for you."
Though being young again did not tempt him much, he had too many bad experiences as a child, though if his family had moved to New York City earlier, it could possibly have been a great experience to be young again. Realizing Andrea had turned around and giving him a smile, he smiled back at Andreas back after she had quickly turned back around.
Looking over, she was a bit startled that he had gone though all of that chopping so quickly. But, as she inspected his work, she found it to be satisfactory. "You did that quicker than I had anticipated..." Glancing around, she spotted the ham and reached for it. "Cube this as well, and then if you want to, you can flip the egg over." She paused, pushing a small pile of chopped onions out of the way before continuing to chop slowly. "We want the eggs to brown, just a little on each side, before adding in the other items..."
>>"I guess it's like that for most people that leaves home, no more parents that take care of food for you." With a short laugh, Andrea nodded. It was true, that her parents, well, her mother had done the majority of the cooking, and as much as she loved her mother, she also had to admit that it was nice having to depend fully on herself for once. Cooking, cleaning, and paying for her own things made the twenty two year old feel like something more than a lump of mutated green flesh, feeding off of what others brought to her... Not that she hadn't made her own money in the past or anything... "It is, yet at the same time it holds a great deal of freedom. Personally, I find myself enjoying life at the moment." She smiled at her onions, and adjusted the heat on the stove to keep the eggs from burning.
With an inward sigh, she finished chopping and shoved the greens aside on her cutting board to turn and dig in the fridge for more ingredients. Thinking about the past always gave her headache, or a heartache, depending on what kind of mood she happened to be in. It was best to not think about such things on an empty stomach and little to no sleep. She spotted some tomatoes in one of the lower drawers, and picked a good looking one out, holding it out towards Carrick. "Do you mind tomatoes?