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
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Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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Gina slinked into her room after Agnes entered hers, and she closed the door. It was a tad tight, not uncomfortably so, for she could still turn. Trying on clothes was noticeably more difficult for her that it was for others, not only the undressing but the dressing as well, particularly when the clothes were unmodified. With much practiced skill, Gina reached behind her back and below her wings, where a line of snaps beneath each wing held the shirt closed and enable her to take it on and off. She undid each row, which consisted of about three snaps each.
Shirt unsnapped, she was able to shimmy out of it with great ease. The shorts were easier, considering that they were low-cut, and therefore hadn't needed to be modified for her tail.She surveyed the dress that she was about to try on. It was expensive, almost fifty-five dollars, which was well out of Gina's usual price range. But, with the way that the back was cut, it would require minimal alterations to it. Not only did it look comfortable, but it was cute, too.
Gina stepped into the dress feet first, skillfully tucking her tail in with them and pulling it up. As she could not get the back over her wings, she was forced to hold the dress up with her hands, to preserve her decency. She looked in the mirror, at her reflection. Yep, this dress would definitely be a keeper, once she altered it. In her mind, she was already accessorising. God, if only she could wear shoes.
Gina clicked open her door and stood just within the dressing room, still holding the dress up.
"You ready?" she inquired, anxious to see what Agnes had tried on first. She assumed that Agnes was ready, as she could probably get dressed much faster than she could.
With a sigh, Gina adjusted the dress once again, glancing towards the mirror as she torqued her hip one way, and then the other. This was a great dress, but it would deplete nearly half of the money that she'd set aside for clothes shopping, and had brought with her today. Gina would have to be more careful after this, and not gravitate towards lovely yet expensive articles of clothing.
Agnes sighed as she looked at herself one more time in the mirror. Never had she really felt so normal and almost attractive looking. For too long she strived to live, eating scrapes and knocking over trashcans, wearing only threadbare clothing. But now…now she was actually standing in a mall, trying on a pretty nice dress. This had to be the most normal that she felt in a long time.
A smile she turned, ready to open the door when she suddenly heard her companion’s voice.
>> "You ready?"
“Yup,” she responded with a smile. “Coming.”
Taking a breath, Agnes looked herself over once more. As she did, she noted that indeed the dress hid many of her scars. Someone how to look hard in order to see any of them. She hoped that Gina would not be that perceptive. If there was one thing that she did not want to have to explain on their little excursion out into the world it would be where she got the markings. Gina was too innocent, at least in Agnes’ eyes, to taint with the idea that her own parents had done this to her.
So after steeling herself up she opened the door to her changing room and stepped out, only to be greeted by Gina.
The gargoyle in a dress, Agnes commented to herself, looked wonderful! That dress she chose was beautiful on her and despite her obvious physical mutations, she seemed to make it work. Agnes nodded approvingly.
“You look gorgeous. That dress really suits you,” she beamed and then looked down at her own, light, flowery green dress flowed down her sides. She blushed a little as she gave a little twirl and could not help her giggle. “What do you think?”
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Agnes stepped out of the dressing room, after what seemed like an eternity, and gave a little twirl after surveying what Gina had squeezed into to.
"You look gorgeous. That dress really suits you," Agnes assured her. Gina picked at the dress and hiked it up again, smiling dully. First, she'd have to modify it, which would probably only require adjusting the strap that looped behind her neck so that it could snap and unsnap.
"Thanks," Gina commented, smiling, "And the alterations should be minimal, too, which is alway nice. I really like this one." Not only was this dress practical and comfortable, it was also quite cute, which made purchasing it a no-brainer in Gina's mind.
Now it was Agnes's turn. She gave a little twirl in her dress and laughed, as she inquired, "What do you think?"
It was not something that Gina would wear, not because it was an awful dress, but because the length would probably get in the way of her feet, leading her claws to snag on the fabric. Therefore, Gina was generally drawn to shorter dresses. That being said, it was actually really cute, if not quite conservative.
"I love it," Gina said with a supportive grin, "Very summery, very elegant." What Gina couldn't grasp is why Agnes was gravitating towards such conservative attire. She had the body for most any clothes, so why resort to the clothes that covered you up so much? Gina considered that, maybe, it might just be because she was shy-- they would work on that later. "You look fantastic."
Gina began to wander back into her room.
"I'm going to shimmy on out of this," she relayed to Agnes, "Want to try on your next piece of clothing?"
>> "Thanks…And the alterations should be minimal, too, which is always nice. I really like this one."[/i]
As Agnes looked over the dress she saw that it did fit her young sister gargoyle’s needs perfectly. From what she remembered, Gina always had to customize her clothes because of her physical mutations. That really must have been a hassle, but still the young mutant had always managed to make herself look absolutely beautiful in her clothes. In some ways she almost reminded her of her own mother since she always made or customized her own clothes for the purposes of making them more humble.
How funny how two vastly different women had the same brilliance with a needle and thread.
“It really does suit you,” Agnes said encouragingly. She definitely envied Gina for having the fashion and taste that she did. She knew what she looked good in, she knew how to shop, she knew what it was like to just have fun. Agnes didn’t, and she felt her parents cheated her for that.
Shaken back out of her thoughts, though, she looked up to see Gina turning the conversation back onto her.
>> "I love it…Very summery, very elegant…You look fantastic."[/i]
Agnes blushed and immediately her self-consciousness attempted to flood back in. She eyed the few mirrors that were situated outside and she felt she was showing off more skin than she was ever used to. Yes, the dress may have been conservative but for that moment it still felt like too much for the young runaway. Even at a passing glance Agnes could have sworn that she saw all the imperfections of her scars attempting to peek out through the dress. She almost fell back into her usual closed-up state and wanted to tear off the dress and return to her packed on layers.
No. was all she said to herself. She already had this problem before where what her parents did to her ruined her day. She was not going to let herself descend again. She struggled but she did manage a warm smile and beamed back at Gina, nodding her head.
“Thank you,” she said matter-of-factly. “I think I look pretty passable too.” The giggle that fell from her lips was lighthearted and sweet. She was starting to feel like an actual teenager.
>> "I'm going to shimmy on out of this…Want to try on your next piece of clothing?"[/i]
“Of course!” Agnes replied as she headed back into the changing room. Just before she closed the door though, she shouted back to Gina. “Don’t tease me too much about it.” It was said jokingly, of course. She knew Gina would never tease her about what she wore, unless it really did look hideous on her.
The door closing behind her, Agnes slipped out the nice dress and began to change into her jeans and try on the new shirt. This felt good. It was going to be a good day.
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Agnes flushed at the notion of looking fantastic, staring uneasily at her reflection, and at her stomach. Gina watched carefully, her brow furrowing. Was it even possible for a girl as slender as Agnes to think that she looked fat in a dress? Well, anything was possible. She smiled warmly at Gina, and finally admitted, "Thank you, I think I look pretty passable too."
"Passable," Gina echoed, chuckling as she closed the door, "Agnes, listen to yourself. You could be a model."
As Gina clicked the door behind her, Agnes answered, "Of course. Don't tease me too much about it." Gina laughed again. She wouldn't tease Agnes about anything she wore, unless they'd chosen the article of clothing expressly for the purpose of making fun of it-- like a rainbow-colored dress with an obscenely poofy skirt. Oh, if only they could find one of those.
Gina slid off the dress and sank back into the comfortable street clothes that she'd been wearing, refastening the snaps beneath her wings. Once fully reclothed, she picked up the dress and rehung it, draping it over her arm so as not to step on it. Now, for Agnes's t-shirt.
She pushed the door open, leaning against the jamb, and waited patiently, studying the neck of the dress, where she'd be making the modification. She was contemplating particulars, such as where she'd place the snaps to fasten and unfasten the straps, and of what sort should these snaps be?
"Well?" Gina inquired to the closed dressing room door, "How does it look?"
>> "Passable…Agnes, listen to yourself. You could be a model."
There was a reason that Agnes had said nothing in response to Gina’s comment. The truth was that she really didn’t feel all that beautiful. Gina may have been being sweet but she did not know what else Agnes had been through. Maybe from afar she did have pretty features, but underneath the clothing, hidden away from the prying eyes of people, Agnes was both a mentally and physically scarred individual. Even the conservative dress she wore in front of Gina she feared her scars would suddenly show up.
But she could not live the rest of her life like that. Heh, maybe one day she will attempt to get on one of those model search TV shows she’s heard about.
Not likely, she thought to herself as she smirked and gently began to pull on the nice green shirt she had found.
As she stood in front of the mirror and gave her the once over, she had to admit that it did look pretty good on her. It was not too tight, it was a good length that hid more of her body than the dress and it was just outright comfortable. Plus, the best of all, it was on sale!
>> "Well? How does it look?"
“I like it,” Agnes pronounced as she looked herself left and right in the mirror.
She opened the door and stepped out with a smile on her face as she showed Gina. It was a little tighter but the sleeves were long enough that they went down to just above her elbows with a high neck line. The perfect shirt of a girl attempting to hide something about her body.
“Does it look silly?” she asked, referring to the tightness.
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"Does it look silly?" Agnes inquired, showing of the shirt uncertainly. If the dress had been conservative, the shirt was REALLY conservative. Then again, this was coming from Gina, who tried to wear sleeveless shirts and short skirts and shorts year-round. The neck ran quite high on Agnes's shirt, and the sleeves went down to the elbows. The fitted quality of the shirt simply broadcasted the fact that Agnes was fashionably anorexic-looking, which was all the rage anyways.
"You look fine, Agnes," Gina smiled, "Don't be ridiculous." Agnes really was self-concious, and idea which struck Gina as very, very odd, if not statistically impossible. She turned the question back on Agnes, "What do you think of the shirt?"
She gave Agnes a steady look, a look that said she wanted her real opinion of what she thought of it. Gina needed a better grasp of what Agnes looked for in clothes, needed a better grasp of what she liked and what she didn't like to wear. In the same respect, she was also looking for an explanation as to what Agnes thought of how she looked, too, so that over the course of the day, they could gradually work their way through whatever it was.
>> "You look fine, Agnes…Don't be ridiculous…What do you think of the shirt?"
It was a classic question. What DID she think about it? Agnes had spent far too long simply either wearing what her mother made her, or whatever she came across in the good will or the trash bins. To be honest she really did not think she had a style of any kind. She spent her life trying to simply survive and wear whatever came across her path. The unfortunate thing now is that now that she has a choice…she really did not know what she could do. For too long clothes were simply a necessity and nothing more. Nothing…fashionable.
She sighed as she looked herself in the mirror. She did not see the conservativeness that Gina saw. Instead when she looked at it she saw that the cut of the shirt made it seem awfully tight on her.
It was apparent that the young runaway did not really care to show off her body too much. Not only because of how she was raised but simply because of the scars she had. She could not risk those being seen by anyone. She hated them so much.
She sighed as she looked over the shirt. She needed to break though, she knew that. She could not let what her parents did to her change her mind about everything. The shirt was pretty, she liked it, so why couldn’t she wear it? There was a nod of her head as she turned and smiled at Gina.
“I like it,” she whispered. “I think it looks good, it hid– “ she immediately stopped herself before she said too much.
She was going to comment about how it hid her markings, but she did not want Gina to know that about her…she couldn’t. Mainly it was because she treated Gina like her little sister and partly she really did not think the girl could handle it. Of course Agnes could be wrong about that but she did not want to push it. Instead, she let the matter drop and hoped that the young gargoyle wouldn’t question her on it.
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“I like it. I think it looks good, it hid–" Agnes began to murmur, before breaking off awkwardly. Gina looked up questioningly, peering at her friend's face by way of the mirror. Hides what? Gina was tempted to ask. Gina's gaze flickered to the shirt, then back at Agnes. She wasn't a fool, but Agnes's cryptic answer had her stumped. Hides what?
"It's definitely a shirt that leaves a lot to imagination," Gina explained, as a means of saying that it didn't reveal very much at all. She pressed on, though, for the answer wasn't quite what she was looking for, "What about the shirt do you like, and what don't you like about it all, is what I mean?"
She leaned against the door jamb expectantly, smiling faintly. Was Agnes already getting worn down, and only after the first store? Would she be ready to go and look more, or just check out?
>> "It's definitely a shirt that leaves a lot to imagination…What about the shirt do you like, and what don't you like about it all, is what I mean?"
It was not so much that Agnes was burning out already, it was simply that she really did not know what she wanted. She loved spending the time with Gina and the idea that she could actually choose her own clothes was a bit foreign to her, but she was simply lost. She knew certain things she liked, but she really could not pinpoint what it was about them that she particularly enjoyed. Clothes were simply just clothes to her, nothing fancy, just coverings so that she did not get arrested for walked around indecent or frightening people with her scars.
She stood, tilted her head a little as she stared at the shirt she was wearing. What were some things that she liked? It was a pretty color, it covered her up well, and…it just caught her attention. It did not make her stand out too much.
She glanced our at the young gargoyle and smiled a little sadly.
“I’m…sorry. I just…I don’t know.” she muttered as she stared at the young woman staring back at her in the mirror. “I…My mother…she used to always make my clothes. Said that clothes that wee being sold were the devil’s work. Showed parts of a woman that they shouldn’t.” She shrugged then as she tugged at the blouse a little, attempting to not make it so form fitting. “Then…after I left, well…I didn’t have much choice in clothes. I…took whatever the shelters handed me.Sometimes they seemed pretty but…they were just clothes…”
She sighed as a small tear started to collect in the corner of her eyes. She was remembering one of the first times she walked into a shelter out of pure and utter desperation. The needed to have something warm to wear, the clothes she was wearing were threadbare and already torn in many places. So she walked in and the kindly people simply gave her a couple of donated, warmer clothing. There was no sense of fashion to them, they were simply a warm gift to keep her from freezing to death in the night. She was a luck one, too many times she stumbled upon those that died from exposure in their filthy, grimy clothes.
Agnes took a steadying breath as she looked herself closely in the mirror. She did not want to put a damper on their day out together. She needed to pull herself back and remember that she was not living on the streets anymore.
Finally, resolutely, she nodded as she looked at the shirt closely. “I like…the color…and I’ve always like sleeves…and you’re right,” she winked with a small and playful grin, “Best to let everyone imagine.”
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“I’m…sorry. I just…I don’t know. I…My mother…she used to always make my clothes. Said that clothes that we were being sold were the devil’s work. Showed parts of a woman that they shouldn’t. Then…after I left, well…I didn’t have much choice in clothes. I…took whatever the shelters handed me. Sometimes they seemed pretty but…they were just clothes…”
Gina's brown gaze turned on Agnes quietly, a frown tugging at the corner of her mouth. Just as she thought she knew Agnes, like she knew of all that she needed to know, something such as this surfaced. A small glimpse of a life that she had obvious issues with, yet couldn't seem to face-- a mother that sounded unusually and psychotically old-fashioned, and being stuck in homeless shelters. Gina knew very well that there was alot that Agnes wasn't telling her, but found it difficult to bring such things up. Gina's defense had always been to live in denial of all that was wrong with her life, but she couldn't make excuses for hardships in her best friend's life.
What sort of clothes did she mean, anyways? By how Agnes was talking, her mother sounded like one of those who thought turtlenecks and ankle-length skirts weren't conservative enough, but in Gina's mind, and probably in the minds of most other girls, a camisole and a pair of short shorths were adequate-enough covering. She struggled for something to say, some sort of lighthearted "It'll-be-okay, that-time-is-past" reassurance, but found none. That time could still be present and very real for Agnes.
Agnes was tearing up, locked in recollections unknown to Gina. She tried to regain some control over her emotions, trying to pull herself back together. She nodded and looked at the shirt, “I like…the color…and I’ve always like sleeves…and you’re right... Best to let everyone imagine.”
Gina pocketed one hand and draped her dress over the other, bobbing her head slowly, "That's good, Agnes-- that's progress." And she wasn't just talking about Agnes's review of what she liked about the shirt. She was also talking about the fact that Agnes had finally told her something specific about her past. Gina had a feeling that, when Agnes came to face her past entirely, she might eventually find some form of peace, or at least atonement.
It was an atonement that Gina longed for; to know what her past had been like without uncertainty, to know who her birth parents had been or still were, even if they weren't interested in knowing her, and to fine inner peace with her visible mutation. Everyone had their sore spots, and that was her's.
"Let's change back into your clothes, and then we can check out," Gina said with a toothless smile, glancing towards the dressing room. She wasn't too sure if she wanted to go to any more clothing stores now, not if this was the sort of thing that resulted from it. Agnes might not have wanted to place a damper on the day, but Gina-- she tried to avoid these sort of unhappy things at all costs.
Agnes could tell by the look on the young gargoyle’s face that she was not actually sure how to respond to what she had just said. She did not want to put a damper on their day out together, that had never been the runaway’s intention. But deciding clothes with her own opinion was much harder than she thought it would be. There were so many options, so many things that her entire life she was told was wrong, but now all those misconceptions were being thrown out the window and all she had left was to fend for herself and try to make the right decisions again.
She had to think for herself for once.
>> "That's good, Agnes-- that's progress."[/i]
Once she told her friend what she liked about the shirt, Gina seemed to take that as some sort of “progress”. Agnes could only chuckle and laugh at that comment. In a way maybe it was progress. She was able to identify what she personally liked about something. That could very well develop into that concept of a style that Gina was asking her about earlier.
>> "Let's change back into your clothes, and then we can check out,"
“Okay,” she smiled as she ducked back into the room and disrobed from the new shirt.
Once she had carefully folded it and slipped back into her own, comfortable clothes she sighed as she caught herself in the mirror again. She wanted to tell Gina what was wrong with her. She wanted to tell her about how her parents were these strict religious freaks that wanted nothing more than to raise their perfect, religious freak daughter. She wanted to say how their controlling, close-minded ways were the reason why she had no sense of personal styles, as well as reveal her trauma by being exorcised…
But not today. Not right now. It would not be fair to her adopted little sister. She loved her too much to ruin the rest of their day together. Instead, Agnes would grow up, learn what it was to have style and shop and just have a good time with her good friend. She was resolute in that now and nothing was going to stop her.
With clothing in hand and making sure her own clothes were on straight, she turned and exited the changing room to find Gina. Once her little sister adopted her, she headed for the check out with her money in hand. Today was the start of a good day and nothing was going to bring the mood down.
A cautioned glance over to her and she smiled, looking much better than she did mere moments ago. It was as if a flip had been switched a new Agnes was going to experiment being out for once. That was why, as she stood with her friend, she silently and playfully bumped her with her hip. Then she turned and gave her a small, encouraging wink. Today would be a good day and they were just getting started.
Finally, though, while in line, Agnes tilted her head as a thought came to mind and glanced to Gina. “Have you ever had a...I think it’s called, Bon-Cinna?”
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Gina waited for Agnes to change back into her clothes, slouching in the doorway of the dressing room and picking at the dress. This was going to be an awesome dress, once she fixed it up. Agnes caught up with her, and the two went to the cash register in-step with one another. Agnes already had her money in hand, and Gina fished into her bag for her wallet. Gina gave a sidelong glance at Agnes-- she seemed to be brightening up, now that they were on their way to leaving the Gap. Man, did she get burnt out on shopping really fast. Agnes bumped Gina with her hip, and gave her a wink. Gina smiled, and swung her hip back with an equal enthusiasm, chuckling faintly.
"Have you ever had a... I think it's called, Bon-Cinna?"
"Bon-Cinna?" Gina echoed absently, racking her brain, "No, I haven't. Sounds Italian..." She mused. She repeated the name in her head, trying to recall if she'd seen such a place before. Maybe it was a New York-thing? Then, it dawned on her.
"Oh, you mean Cinna-Bon!" Gina exclained, snapping her fingers. She hadn't had it manny times, spare when she went to the airport, which was quite rare, "Yeah, I've had Cinna-Bon before. We could go get some after we check out, if you want?"
Gina's turn came up on the register, and she approached with her toothless smile, placing her dress on the counter. The clerk gave her a momentary, funny look before going about her typical routine.
"How're you today, ma'am? Did you find everything you were looking for?"
"I'm doing quite well, thanks," Gina smiled, "Yup, found this lovely dress that was just perfect for me."
The small talk continued as the woman rung up her dress and announced what it would cost her. Gina fished into her wallet and pulled out a couple of paper bills. This was how she shopped without ever going over her budget-- she allowed herself a certain amount of paper money, and never went over her allowance. The woman made some change, gave it back to Gina, and thanked her for her business.
"Thank you," Gina replied, stepping away from the counter and turning back, to wait for Agnes.
>> "How're you today, ma'am? Did you find everything you were looking for?"
>> "I'm doing quite well, thanks…Yup, found this lovely dress that was just perfect for me…Thank you,"
Agnes blushed a little as she heard the exchange between the two at the counter. Cinna-Bon! Of course! She knew that. But for some reason she was just so awkward when she was actually out in the world. She forgot simple things, especially when she was out just for a good time. Normally whenever she was out in the world, it was because she was trying to survive. When you’re in survival mode, you don’t really have room to remember things like the names of clothing stores or restaurants.
But she had to remind herself that was not why she was outdoors right now. She was here to have fun, that was it.
“Excuse me? Next please?”
Agnes looked up, surprised and found the cashier was already waiting for her. With another small blush she crept forward, laid out the dress and the pretty green shirt she wanted and awaited to be rung up. The whole process was a little strange for Agnes because she rarely actually went out and “bought” things. Back at home her parents either made or got things for her and living on the streets she was too embarrassed to buy things herself. So this transaction was a little strange.
With minimal small talk, but still a smile on her face, Agnes paid for her items, retrieved her bag and walked over to join her young, gargoyle sister. The pair of them really did make quite the sight: Agnes with her shy, overly skinny self and Gina looking the part of a small medieval creature. It was true that they got a look or two, but Agnes did not care. Instead she smiled as she draped her arm around the her smaller sister’s shoulder, minding the wings of course, and steered her out of the strange “GAP” store.
Once outside the smell of roasting cinnamon immediately assaulted her nose and she licked her lips. It really did smell especially good, especially since she used to hear people talk about them all the time from when she stalked the streets. Turning her head, she immediately caught sight of that bright white and blue sign that illuminated.
She beamed as she nodded to Gina. “My treat?” She then began to lead the way towards the sweet smelling shop and offered Gina another glance. “I’m…sorry about back in there. Clothing…can be difficult for me. But…I really do want to be out shopping with you. Don’t give up on me?” she asked innocently. She really didn’t want to put a damper in their afternoon out.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Jun 16, 2011 12:44:46 GMT -6
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Sophy
Gina followed Agnes out of the store, seraching for the nearest Dinnabon. They might have to check the map, to see if there even was one. Gina began to step in the direction or a small kiosk, where she assumed that there would be a map. Agnes, however, stepped in the opposite direction, seeming to hone in on the scent of the cinnamon rolls long before Gina did.
Gina followed with a smile, and then finally spied the familiar, glaringly bright Cinna-Bon sign. Her stomach grumbled with anticipation, and she followed quite eagerly. Cinnamon rolls sounded really good right now.
“My treat? I’m…sorry about back in there. Clothing…can be difficult for me. But…I really do want to be out shopping with you. Don’t give up on me?”
"'Give up on you'?" Gina echoed, smiling, "Don't be ridiculous." She slid her arm through Agnes's, and beamed. She listened as Agnes explained her dilemma with shopping for clothes. Gina assumed that it was just a matter of self-confidence and nothing more.
She wasn't too keen on having people buy food for her, but she agreed anyways, "I wouldn't mind paying for my own food-- but, if you insist--" she smiled, and chuckled a little, "Free food's not a thing to turn down." Arms still linked, they moved into the line, and Gina peered at the menu. She wanted a cinnamon role, but nothing too expensive.
"What are you thinking of having?" Gina inquired, smiling.