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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.
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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.
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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...?
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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.
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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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Posted by alexstarkova on May 10, 2010 18:43:55 GMT -6
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It was good to make a friend that wasn't in some sort of crime syndicate. It was even better to save said friend from a potentially devastating situation involving a drunken - or stoned or something - college student. On his way home, which was a several mile walk, Ilari's feeling of pride faded - and rather rapidly - to the throbbing, dull pain in his ribs. He'd been in fights before, but, usually, he was closer to home than Central freaking Park, and he was able to get some painkillers, rest, and proper first aid.
By the time Ilari was but twenty feet from home, Ilari was focusing all of his attention on trying not to hobble along the dangerous street, though he couldn't keep from wrapping his arms protectively around his chest. Oh, yeah. That was why he didn't play the hero more often.
The longer he limped along, the more he started calculating how long he would be out of commission, how much money it would cost him, and how much food that meant for himself and his family. A weary groan escaped his lips as he thought, but when he finally made it to the alleyway that housed the fire-escape to his building, Ilari was stopped by the telltale, all-too-familiar sounds of someone getting the shit beaten out of them.
Curiosity drove him to spare a glance into the alleyway more than concern. Surprise drove his gaze to linger. A familiar, muscular redhead was tossing a group of four guys around like they were tissue paper. Scared tissue paper.
Crying tissue paper, Ilari noted, as he spotted the fifth guy in the corner.
Again, curiosity started gnawing at his mind, and Ilari hesitated for a bit, wondering if he should just run inside and pretend nothing was happening. Stepping in to make sure Emerald didn't get hurt was out of the question. She was handling herself just fine, and he couldn't risk another wound. He'd be more of a hindrance, what with his injuries. Finally, he opted to breathe out a question in a voice that was more pained than he would have liked. Really, he sounded more tired than anything else, which made sense, given that the sun had fallen about a half hour ago.
It was kind of unfair to have a fight with five guys against one girl, well typically it would be. Apparently, these guys had no idea that picking a fight with a Miss Emerald Amber Lupin was an absolutely, terrible idea. The crying guy had realized this when she kicked him straight in the jewels. While this was a low blow even for Emerald, it was necessary considering what the guys were doing before she happened to come upon them.
Ilari's voice was clear as a bell in the wolf girl keen ears and with a small sigh, she released the young man she was beating in order to look at her thieving friend. He looked a little off as if he was aching or something like that, which made the angry looking werewolf soften, even so much so that she didn't feel like kicking the pained thug that was calling her a bitch.
"Well, I was beating the shit outta these guys for pushing around the crying guys girlfriend. She had bruises on her face from the bastard, speaking of which, " Emerald approached Ilari, wiping off the blood from busting one of the guys faces in on her pants. "Don't worry its not mine, now what the hell happened to ya? You look sorta out of it, did some guy break your ribs or something? "
Most of the guys that Emerald had been handling were laying on the ground, bleeding, while Emerald looked relatively fine. Sure she did look a little disheveled with her long crimson hair sticking out in random places and her clothes had a few more tares in them than they did before but otherwise she was a very healthy werewolf. It was apparent these guys were far too weak to do any damage or they just didn't know how to fight. These were the kind of males that were truly the scum on every woman's shoes. The typical charismatic sleazeball, the one that was still crying about being kicked in his happy place, would seduce a woman promise her the world and give her even less. If the girl didn't give her what he wanted, he would slap her around a bit to see if she would do what he would say. Then when she tried to stick up for herself, he and a few of his buddy would threaten her or do who knows what to her. It was when Emerald encountered people like this was when she truly remembered why she did what she did as Shred and as an X man.
Posted by alexstarkova on May 14, 2010 10:14:58 GMT -6
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Normally, Ilari probably would have made some kind of comment about the assholes who'd dared to pick on a woman, especially to gang up on her, five-to-one. He probably also would have thanked Emerald for being morally with it enough to beat the snot out of the assholes. However, the throbbing pain in his ribs had become a lot more distracting than Ilari could have thought. As it was, his brain wasn't thinking much beyond what felt like radio static.
"Nothing's broken," he managed after a small stretch of time. "Some asshole decided it was a fun idea to kick me when I was down. Literally." He swayed a little on the spot and leaned against the wall. His ribs were most likely bruised, and the pain had reached dizzying levels.
"This is my building," he murmured, patting the wall he was leaning against. "D'you wanna come inside?" It seemed like a good idea to get Emerald off of the streets. Besides, she could help him fix his wounds up! He didn't mind admitting he needed the extra help, and rib injuries were a bitch to fix on his own.
While Ilari was talking, one of the pathetic sleaze's tried to grab at Emerald's pant leg, without even thinking she delivered a swift kick to the mans nose causing him to cry out in pain. Without even batting an eye the wolf girl looked Ilari with concern in her eyes. She forgot that not many people had the same the pain tolerance that she did and while a bruised rib wouldn't be that big of a deal for her, for someone like Ilari it was a huge deal. A little bit of worried crinkled across her brow, which was odd because she typically didn't worry this much about someone. However, things that the two had talked about struck a chord with Emerald, especially the thing about family, which they both had in common. They were also doing things they at first didn't want to do at the benefit of others, the only difference was Emerald was hoping to help people on a wider scale while Ilari was just doing it for his family.
"Yeah, do you need any help walking or anything? Cause I'll carry you if you want, your kinda skinny so I can lift you up fairly easily," The wolf girl told him, her tail wagging back and forth. She thought of a silly pun in her head about sweeping the young man off his feet but she kept it to herself. Taking a quick glance at the battered, bruised and unconscious men behind her (Well one was still crying.) she nodded a little. "I'll bandage ya up to, I'm sorta used to treating myself and my baby sister so I'm sure doing first aide on you wont be to difficult."
Em took this chance to walk over to the crying man who was laying next to a discarded back pack, one that seemed to be filled with something or another. As she went near the man his crying got louder, causing the wolf girl to roll her eyes. The cowardly man was spurting something about how his life was a human being was over and how he would change his ways to go save the orphan baby penguins or something nonsensical like that. What bothered Emerald the most is that he was only saying these things so she wouldn't find any excused to tear him apart for what he did, something she was clearly tempted to do. So before she slung her bag over her shoulder, she preceded to swing it around, striking the main in the face with it, knocking him out by the sheer bulk of the bag ,as well as his head hitting the hard alley floor.
Making her way back over to Ilari, the angered and irritated look on her face changed back to a calm one, patting the man lightly on the shoulder. "Do you have a bathroom in your place?" She asked with curious eyes, "Cause I need wash up after today, these guys are like the 8th group of thugs I have fought today and it isn't even Friday yet."
Posted by alexstarkova on May 15, 2010 15:35:57 GMT -6
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At the affirmative, Ilari started heading into the building, not looking forward to heading up the stairs to his floor.
"No, I'm fine," he responded to the question about being carried. If he walked this far, he'd be alright to walk much father. Besides, he didn't so much like being touched, sometimes. Despite that, he further answered. "I dunno how much patching up this is gonna take. Nothing's broke." It was more or less mumbled as he headed up the stairs, but he was sure the younger woman could hear him.
He had to control his breathing as he went, but it was a lot easier than taking stairs with broken ribs, rather than just bruised ones. Hopefully, he still had some painkillers leftover from the time he robbed that pharmacy. It wasn't like he needed them a whole lot, and it was sure nicer than suffering through broken bones with no help.
"I wouldn't mind the company, though," he laughed. "Remember how you told me to get out and make more friends?" At the time, he thought her advice was ridiculous. Why did he need friends? He had everything he needed to live. The more he'd thought about it, though, the more he'd liked the idea. That's a lot of what drove him to talk to Twyla, that day. "I took your advice. It got me a friend, two granola bars, and a phone number." He was just rambling in his deep, raspy voice as he got his room's door unlocked.
The building in which he lived wasn't the highest quality. Floorboards squeaked, water damage and mildew were left unrepaired, and Ilari's door made the most god-awful screech as it opened. It wasn't loud, just high pitched and unpleasant. Ilari seemed used to it. Anyway, despite the disrepair of the hallways of the building, Ilari's apartment was clean and well cared for, in comparison. Yes, there was water damage, mildew, and squeaky boards, but the place was tidy - likely due to the lack of decoration or much aside from basic furniture - and Ilari had cleaned the place up as well as possible.
The front door opened up to a small entry hall, where three doors were immediately visible. On the left was a coat closet, which was open and showed off Ilari's rather impressive collection of old hooded sweatshirts and jackets. Another door was to the right, and a few steps away from the entry door. It was closed. The third door was at the end of the entry hall, also closed. To the very left of that door, the entry hall opened up to the living room, which was populated only by a couch - old, but nice - and a bookcase - stocked full of books that Ilari had purchased during his employment at a bookstore. The employee discount was generous.
"That's the bathroom, right there," Ilari muttered, motioning to the door on the right.
((OOC: I have a floorplan for his apartment, if that made no sense. <3))
Following him up the stairs was a feat for Emerald for every step he took she had the overwhelming urge to pick up with the most delicate of grips, charge up the stairs and then give him some high powered first aid, Lupin Style. However, in respect of his wishes, Em decided to just follow behind him, waiting just in case if he passed out from the sheer pain of his wounds. While she didn’t think Ilari was a wuss, she did think of him as far more fragile than herself, so she would rather be safe than sorry. When they finally reached his apartment, Emerald took a second to take in all the scents of the hallway and the place in general.
Suddenly, she realized she really shouldn’t have done that.
The scent of mildew hit her nose rather quickly and she wrinkled her nose in disgust. It was the one thing about these apartments around here that she hated was that they smelt like hell. The overall stench of the building in general overwhelmed her sensitive nose, making her head hurt considerably. She tried her best to focus on Ilari’s scent which was at least tolerable compared to the damn apartment building. His scent, while it did have a vague mildew whiff to it, he smelt like old clothes and some cheap soap, but it was a clean smell, one that meant that he cleaned often, which was good because if his scent was worse than the building s itself scent she would have to rip off his clothes and force him to bathe. Why? Because of the sheer fact that Emerald Amber Lupin would not let her friends go around offending her super senses that’s why!
As they made their way into the apartment, Emerald took in the place with her nose and her eyes, trying to get a better feel as she walked in. It was a nice place, one that Emerald wouldn’t mind living in herself if she didn’t have the dance studio in Finger lakes. “Nice digs, Ilari,” Once arriving in the living room, Emerald slid her backpack off of her shoulders and began rummaging through it.
After a few moments she retrieved a bottle of painkillers and a small bottle of oil with an intricate flower design on it. “Alright, take two of these, lay on the couch and then take your shirt off so I can see how bad those bruises are and how much of this white flower oil I need to put on ya.” Emerald told him looking over the oils instructions in her hand. The bottle was a tiny little thing, and smelt strongly of lavender and a little bit of jasmine, quite an appealing scent for a werewolf like Em. She didn’t know if Ilari would go for it, but the stuff always helped her when she had aches and pains, making them go away, which is what Emerald hoped it would do for Ilari.
Posted by alexstarkova on May 20, 2010 19:36:09 GMT -6
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Ilari was already halfway into the living room when Emerald produced the painkillers. He turned to stare at the wolf girl, not bothering to question why she carried painkillers around with her. He could guess. There was a moment in which his pain-addled mind processed what she'd done, and then he shambled back over and held his hand out for medication. He checked the bottle to see how much he should take, then wrinkled his nose.
"Thanks, but I got something," he tossed the bottle back to the wolf girl and headed into his bathroom, where he opened a medicine cabinet that was full of generic medicine-cabinet things. Deodorant, toothpaste, prescription bottles. Of course, the prescriptions were stolen goods, ones he could get in serious trouble for having. It wasn't like he had them because he was some kind of addict, though. He only used them when needed.
And, boy, did he need. He looked over one of the bottles, then popped it open and took one of the tablets, swallowing it dry. Then, he replaced the bottle, closed the cabinet, and shambled once again into the living room, feeling something like a zombie.
"They make me kind of weird, though," he cautioned as he pulled his shirt and jacket off, depositing them on the floor. He'd pick them up, later. "Just to warn you. It shouldn't be too bad, though."
His bruising was pretty bad. It was easy to make out the footprint-shaped blobs on his chest, where his bruises had already turned purple and a pretty nasty-looking yellow. They were in the same general area, toward the center of his chest, and, if Emerald were to examine closely, she might make out four separate shoe marks. He seemed relatively nonplussed by the injury, and certainly more comfortable in his own home. Laying down helped the pain, and he could think much more clearly.
Still, it must have been a funny sight, when he reached down to his jacket to fetch a granola bar from his jacket pocket. Ilari's face may have looked worn and tired, and his body scarred, but he was in very good shape. Wrapped in his baggy jackets, Ilari looked scrawny and much smaller than he was. In a tight shirt, or as he was then - with no shirt - Ilari's muscle tone could clearly be seen. It was obvious the man worked out, and it was more obvious, still, that he'd been in many fights. There were a few nicks and scars on his body, but one stood out. As with the two scars on his face and neck, there was one other that stretched from the right side of his chest, in the middle of his ribcage, down to his hip. It was a nasty, if old scar, and Ilari didn't seem to notice it at all, anymore.
Emerald, Watched Ilari go off and grab his own medicine instead of taking hers, which was understandable, he probabably had something stronger than what she was offering, or something he was at least prescribed. Besides, she wasn’t gonna give him her pain killers that she used for bad wounds. While she waited for him to do whatever she couldn’t help but think about his earlier statement about how he made a friend in the park.
“Now whose this friend you made,” Emerald asked while rummaging through her pack for a bottle of water, once she found it, she took a swallow before looking back at her friend as he addressed her. Almost immediately, the second swallow she was about to take caught in her throat as she began coughing when she looked at him. Now, hopefully, Ilari would take that as that she was surprised about the nastiness of the bruises, judging by the way her eyes focused on his chest, most particularly his wound. This was not the only thing she was gazing at though; she was surprised at how…nice he looked without a shirt. He looked damn good and though she was able to stop the hot guy stare look from crossing her face, she was unable to stop that tail from wagging quickly. “Man, that’s some friend you have to have to take a shot like that for them.” She told him, trying her best not to stare at his extremely attractive shirtless torso. Okay, she had a thing for blondes that were scruffy, with scars, especially if they had nice muscle mass.
“Damn…would not mind staring at that, Mother Teresa on a ham sandwich he’s attractive.” Emerald thought as she made her way over the male on the couch, the bottle of oil in her hand. It was a sort of soothing solution she had gotten from her godmother, who when she wasn’t reminding her every five minutes to have “Babehs!”, gave her lovely little concoctions of different sorts of balms and pain killers since Emerald hated hospitals so much. This particular concoction was a lovely balm that soothed pained areas rather quickly when rubbed on. She had placed her hair in a pony tail with a scrunchie she had retrieved from her bag in order for it to not interfere with her helping Ilari.
Speaking of that, Emerald made her way over to her dear friend as he laid on the couch, placing several drops of the strong, flowery smelling concoction in one hand before rubbing both hands together. The young woman took a deep breathe and with extreme care as well as gentleness virtually unseen by any other person besides a select few, began to rub her hands very lightly over the bruise. It was odd to see Emerald handling anyone with such care, but she really didn’t want to hurt Ilari. She turned her head to him, when she feared she may have pressed him too hard when in truth she had just barely pressed onto the bruise. A bit of a blush tinged her cheeks with embarrassment as she looked at him, guilt clearly on her face.
“Damn it! Are you okay?! Did I hurt you at all? ” Emerald asked, worry entering that normally calm and smooth voice of hers.
Posted by alexstarkova on May 24, 2010 20:59:38 GMT -6
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So relaxed was he, on the couch, that Ilari didn't fully register Emerald's question. He certainly didn't notice the staring, as he wasn't even looking at the wolf girl. His head was leaned on a wadded up jacket that had been laying on the couch, and his eyes were closed. Honestly, he was trying not to focus on much of anything in order to numb the pain before the painkillers, themselves, kicked in. He did, however, start focusing more when Emerald commented on the severity of his wounds.
"She reminded me of my little sister." he explained. "I think that triggered something in me." He gave a laugh that turned into a wince and a curse, and opted to remain quiet for a bit. He further relaxed at the smell of the oil that Emerald had, and then even further relaxed as her hands found their way to his chest. The touch he'd gotten, while short and fleeting, was incredibly relaxing. Emerald's panic, however, startled Ilari, and he sat up suddenly.
"Shit!" he gasped, startled. "Y- yeah, Em', I'm fine! You barely touched me..." That said, he laid back down. "You don't know your own strength, sometimes, but... look, it's fine." A warm smile was offered, and he reached out to scratch behind one of Emerald's ears, a quick, surprisingly affectionate gesture - must have been the drugs.
Was relieved to say the least when she was told he was fine, a small shy embarrassed grin crept across her face, making her look far less intimidating than she usually did. The normally overconfident, boisterous and tomboyish young werewolf was replaced by a soft, tender young female, completely happy taking care of someone that was wounded. It was then, she felt a hand behind her ear and then one or two scratches behind it causing the young females mind to completely blank. Of course, by not even trying the light manipulator had found the hydrokenetics weak point, well one of them anyways. Even with those brief two scratches Emerald looked absolutely joyful and content, making Ilari, her wolf sides new favorite person. "Mmmm male has nice ear scratches, feel good, smell nice too, good good male." Were Emeralds brief thoughts as her wolven side partially took over in her mind, just before her inner self hit it with a newspaper and sent it back to another part of her brain with the threat of being sent to the kennel.
Leaning down and rubbing her fingers lightly over the wound, making it so the oil was spread all over the bruise. Emerald shyly ran her hand against one of his scars a little, wondering what could have hurt him so bad as to leave a scar. A scar that was actually kinda hot on his body, but a scar none the less and that means her friend was caused pain and the Alpha within her didnt like that one bit. This was when she realized he mentioned Twyla and she looked at him with an arched brow.Twyla? Thats a good buddy of mine...did she get herself into a jam again? I really do need to buy that girl a gun." Emerald told him, her hands going right back to the bruise, trying her best to get the rest of the oil off.
Posted by alexstarkova on May 27, 2010 14:20:28 GMT -6
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"I didn't let her get into a jam," Ilari stressed, though he sounded a bit less intimidating than he intended, what with the painkillers making him sound slightly disoriented as they started working. "Some guy was gonna do something to her. I stopped him. That's why I'm..." He motioned to the bruises on his chest, figuring that would say it all. He made a bit of a face, realizing that he didn't usually talk that much. At all. And, lately, he was holding conversations left and right. Sustained ones. In which he was speaking a lot. It didn't help much that painkillers tended to make him incredibly verbose. He hoped that wouldn't start making things awkward.
"You know her, thouh?" he asked, addressing what actually surprised him in Emerald's comment. "I'm gonna guess you met her 'cause she's a mutant. She gave me her number... she said she could give me the number for a place that's safe for people like us..."
He trailed off again, suddenly struck with a horrifying thought, for the second time, that day. What if his sister - what if Katya was a mutant, too? As that thought hit him, he turned his head away from Emerald, and stared at the back of the couch. Would she end up with light generation, as well? Would it be otherwise related to Ilari's powers? Did mutant powers work that way, in regards to siblings? Would she end up with something dangerous? Would she hurt herself? Would she hurt their mother? What would they do with her? Surely it wasn't safe. Surely their mother would keep them protected, but... what if? What if? What if? What if? It was all that plagued his mind, and the thoughts were making him feel miserable, which reflected on his body. His shoulders drooped a bit, and his body went a bit slack. He didn't realize that he was glaring at the back of the couch, looking more hurt than angry.
As Emerald listened to Ilari talk of why he was beaten up was interesting to say the least, the fact that he stuck up for a complete stranger without even fully knowing who they were wasn’t something Em would think that Ilari would do. He seemed more of the, doing it for himself type and though he did steal for his mother as well as his sister, everyone else seemed to be far from his mind. Emerald didn’t know everything about Ilari views so she didn’t dwell on those thoughts for too long for now it seemed like the young man was brooding on the couch.
He looked so distant and Emerald couldn’t help but put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, lightly squeezing it in a comforting way. She felt bad for the guy, tries to help people, gets beaten up, while he sends money to his mom and his sister, hes living in a shitty part of town. “They better appreciate what Ilari does for them Emerald thought, letting out a deep sigh as she smiled at him though her grin looked a little scary for she was trying so hard to cheer him up. This was hard to do when one had a mouth filled with razor sharp teeth.
“Hey man, do you want me to get you anything? Food or something? I have some moose Jerky in my bag if you want some of that, its Jerkylicous with moosey goodness,” Emerald told him with a sheepish grin. She was trying to make, her friend feel a little bit better than he seemed to be and one had to give the wolf girl an A for effort. “Or can I just hop in your shower so I can get the terrified man stench off of me? Pretty sure the one guy wet himself and it got on my foot.”
Posted by alexstarkova on May 28, 2010 14:01:02 GMT -6
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The hand on his shoulder snapped Ilari out of his reverie. He turned back to Emerald and looked her over, quite and concerned. How did she deal with the pressure of having a mutant little sister. Surely, she worried about the girl constantly. Maybe, with Emerald around, if Katya turned out to be a mutant, it wouldn't be so bad. The she-wolf was a surprisingly good source of comfort for things like this, in the way that she'd threaten him into not feeling bad. He listened to hear speak kind of blankly.
"No, I'm fine," he murmured, leaning back against the couch. He was starting to feel a bit light headed. "Go ahead and take a shower. The drain's a little slow, but you should be okay. No bathtub, so don't worry if you get water on the floor. Just put a towel down so you don't slip." He was aware that he was rambling. Again, it was the medicine that made him do that. Still, he ran out of things to say, in that regard, so he quieted and gave a little sigh.
"I'll take a nap, while you're gone," he murmured, and moved to lay down on the couch, not really waiting for a response from Emerald. Normally, he would have reacted to her declaration about a man relieving himself - in fear - on her foot, but his mind was fuzzy from the painkillers. Oh, well, at least he wasn't sore anymore.
His response made Emerald smile a tiny bit, glad that he wasn’t too stuck into the reviere in order to respond. It had been a place Emerald had been before so she knew what it was like to be lost in ones own thoughts before someone snapped her out of it. Walking out of the room, the young wolf girl drug her pack to the bathroom, leaving it on the floor. She rummaged through the bag for the change of clothes she usually brought with her, just before she realized that she had left them on her bed at the mansion. The female growled to herself, irritated at her stupidity, just before she got an idea, as silly as it was, it was worth a shot.
Tiptoeing out of the bathroom and into Ilari’s room without detection was a fairly easy task, mainly because of the fact he was dead to the world via pain pills. Once arriving in his room Emerald went straight over to his closet, rummaging through his shirts. She had seen him wear an oversized t shirt before and if it was big on Ilari, it would have to be big on her, or at least in her mindset. Finally discovering what she was looking for, Emerald snuck back into the bathroom to take her shower, not before going back into her bag and covering Ilari up with blanket she had, tucking the man in. Why did she do it? Because the last thing she needed was for him to wake up, loopy on pain pills and maybe if he stayed snug and warm he would stay asleep. Besides, who knows what hi jinx they would get into if he was awake enough to speak like some sort of weirdo on drugs.
Once she got out of the shower, Emerald preceded to slip on the huge shirt Ilari had in his closet, nearly laughing at how big it was. It at least went down to the tops of her knees and it made Emmy wonder where he got this from. The shirt was just a plain blue shirt with what it looked to be some form of glitter on it from maybe some glitter incident. Emerald thought about Ilari going anywhere where there was glitter and she couldn’t help but laugh a little, imagining him being tackled by five year olds who would dump glitter glue all over him was a funny thought, but her mind also wandered to the option of maybe that glitter was from somewhere else.
A low growl escaped her throat as she thought about the other people that wore glitter, mostly girls trying to impress males with the shiny crap on their face and their one night only mentality. At least this was in her experience and for some reason, imagining Ilari with a girl like that made Emerald so mad she wanted to go punch a gorilla in the face. It must have been because she was just protective of the older male and didn’t want to see him get hurt. That was the only explanation for the strong feeling that boiled inside of her at that very moment.
Taking several deep breathes Emerald relaxed; quelling those boiling feelings inside of her. Ilari had probably just gotten it from the good will because it was cheap and probably because he didn’t want to steal from there. Besides the glitter, it was a nice shirt, covering Emerald up plenty so she didn’t have to worry about, trying to pull the damn thing down when she was around Ilari. Sure, she was wearing guy’s clothes but she didn’t care, these clothes were more comfortable for her a lot of times anyways.
Turning the light off in the bathroom, Emerald made her way back from the bathroom, just as she heard a large boom of thunder coming from the New York City skyline, practically rattling the whole building as it started to downpour outside.
“Shit…lightening and thunder, looks like Im bunking with Ilari tonight. Damn it, Ruby’s gonna be worried sick about me.” Emerald stated out loud, sitting next to the couch that Ilari was asleep on.
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It didn't feel like he'd been asleep for too long when Ilari was snapped awake from a particularly large boom of thunder which rattled the window behind him, as well as shook the bed. He sat up with a snap, then wobbled and laid back down.
"Mmmuh, fuck," he muttered, forgetting he had company. He ran his hands over his face, and it didn't take him long to realize that he felt dizzy, and like he couldn't feel his feet. He began to remember, slowly, the events of the day, though he still didn't remember Emerald's presence. He did, however, remember taking painkillers, which explained the dizziness and lack of ability to figure out where his limbs were.
"What time is it?" he rumbled aloud, slowly making his way to a sitting position, again. He didn't own a clock or a cell phone, and he got the distinct feeling that his watch wasn't where he would be able to find it. He didn't know why he needed it. He had no idea what time it was when he fell asleep, anyway. Either way, he wasn't getting up to look for it. No, all he was doing was sitting up and rubbing at his eyes, trying to muster both the energy and the ability to move and look for his watch, then move to his bed.