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 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.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Her hackles rose. Sloth hissed as her stress levels rose. Had she looked in a mirror lately? Her lips drew out into a thin annoyed like, and she stiffened in her seat. He was mocking her. Pointing out the very obvious flaws in her appearance.
He continued, before she could fire something back at him. He pointed out her hair, her skin, her teeth.... apparently all signs of her monstrous nature. One gloved hand flew up to cover her mouth, more importantly her fangs and though he had left her field of vision, she could feel him circling around her.
Her snake curled tighter around her neck, but she ignored it for the time being. She was temporarily shocked into silence. Everything he had said... she had said to herself a thousand times. She had researched Gorgon's in her younger days, the Medusa. She lacked certain qualities that common mythology associated with the... monsters... but others she honestly couldn't hide from.
...and then there were the dreams. The garden and all of her... No. She shuddered, and slapped her palms down on the tabletop. "No!" Standing, she turned swiftly and faced him. "I am not a monster. I have seen monsters, and I am not like them!" Images flooded her mind, her parents, her friends.... Saph. What her dream self had done to them.
No... she was not like the Lion man.
"I will not stand here and be accused of something so horrible, by someone who does not even know me!" The white serpent shifted on her shoulders, hissing loudly once more.
Storming down a sidewalk, Andrea shook her coat off once more. Spilling nearly an entire cup of coffee on her herself hadn't improved the mood she had woken up in. With her wild, dark hair locked in braids, snake free since her encounter with the Lion man, she blew her bangs from her vision and folded the garment over her arm. Her day had officially started by waking up from a rather stressful nightmare. The fact that she had woken up late had also sent her into fits, having thrown off her entire schedule. She had gotten a shower late, done her laundry late, eaten late, and run the few errands she had to do late. Muttering bitter Greek curses, she continued on her war path, busily adjusting Sloth around her neck so that he wasn't pulling on her head. Eventually, she was stopped in her tracks by the sight of a rather large gathering of people many yards in front of her. They were all gathered by the park and she could hear shouts even from the distance. The Greeks first urge was to turn and find another way home, since it was obviously some kind of Anti-mutant rally. For a person with a giant snake attached to her head and spots that decorated her from head to toe, she'd stand out like a sore thumb. But... upon closer examination, she noticed that there was an unusually large number of visibly mutated people also gathered around. Arching an eyebrow, she decided to continue on and see what was happening.
Approaching the very back of the crowd, she glanced about to get a bearing. Everyone who was standing around had either formed into lines, or were gathered into splintered groups. Sloth uncovered his head as his mistress approached, yawning widely as he awoke from a nap. The great white serpents slim pink tongue flicked out to taste the air. He was curious about the crowds as well. Padding forward, Sloth hissed loudly as she neared others. Which, though slightly embarrassing, did well to keep people a good distance from her. Though he couldn't spit like the others had been able to, his bite proved just as dangerous as her touch. Still...It also kept people too far away to answer question.
After a moment of wandering around, she found herself standing next to one of the lines. Andrea reigned in her snake momentarily, in order to get close to someone. "Excuse me... what is going on here?" The boy she had asked, who could not have been any older than her, turned his head and angled three sets of spider like eyes her way. They all blinked together, and she couldn't stop herself from jumping a little. What, you haven't heard? Everyone's here to get famous!" Andrea eyed him quietly, not quite sure if she should believe him, when he turned from her suddenly. He yelled something to someone in a different line, then turned back and grabbed her hand. "Hey, will ya do me a favor and save my spot? I have to run for a sec...Kaythanksbye!" She was dragged the few steps into his place, and then... he was gone. She was left standing in an ever shortening line, confused and dumbstruck as to what to do. Was she to say?... what if he didn't come back? What if she got to the front of the line... but he wasn't there to re-claim it from her?! Chewing on her bottom lip, Andrea kept her hands on Sloth and simply followed along as the line shorted.
Pretty soon she was relieved of waiting, when she was pulled into a tent and sat down behind a desk. The man who sat before her typed away for a moment, then finally looked at her. "Alrighty, would you like to use your family name, or an alias?" She stared at him, eyebrows peeking out from over her sunglasses. "...uh.. family name?" She answered, stumbling over her grasp on the English dialect in her confusion. He stared back, waiting. ".... and that would be...?" She jumped again. "... Andrea Gordon?" He tapped away at his keys again, and she leaned a little to try and see what he was writing. Then, he moved through a few other questions, about mutations, appearance, and her voice. "...Um... No?" She answered quietly, understanding the situation less and less as it went on. Filming? What on earth were they filming? Then the questions stopped, he printed out a little rectangle of paper and handed it to her. She was booted from the tent politely, so the next person could enter, and left standing with a check she didn't know what to do with, in a situation she didn't know how to handle.
So she stood there, blinked, and let herself absorb her surroundings.
Her panicked fleeing came to a swift, painful end... and it felt like she hit a solid wall.
But it was really some random guy who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. She felt herself pitch forward, tumbling end over end, and when she (and he) landed she wasn't sure which was was up and down. All she knew was that her heart was racing, various places now hurt, and that she was half laying on someone. Blinking dizzily, she realized quite suddenly that the sky was quite a few shades lighter than it should be. Which was... very wrong. In crashing into the man, her glasses has been knocked violently from her face.
And... what was worse, was that when she tried to shakily jump to her feet, she found herself *stuck* on him. Whoever he was. In the commotion, Sloth had untangled himself from around her neck and had latched tightly into the man's upper left arm. Biting out a few choice words in her native Greek, she was tugging at the stubborn snake futility, attempting to pry it forcefully off, when Big Beasty came galloping around the corner.
She could swear it was muttering some kind of sing song version of Fe Fi Fo Fum, as it charged them.
Giving up on freeing herself from the stranger, she simply threw one word at him and attempted to haul him to his feet, so that they could escape together and sort the snake mess out later, while exchanging awkward pleasantries after they were far, far away from the toothy, drooling thing chasing her.
Boy... was her head starting to swim. The lights above her head were swaying ever so slightly, and she felt a little lighter than air. Glancing over at her dining companion, Drew, she grinned widely and tucked a napkin into the front of her shirt. Had he always been all shifty like that? Seriously.... if he didn't stop wobbling around she'd assume that there were three of him sitting next to her. Or... wait. Looking around, she noticed that other people were all wobbly too. maybe it was she that was moving?
The waitress clip clopped over, her heels clicking to a stop next to their table. She set down a dinner sized plate full of gooey red wings before Bubba, Andrew, and Andrea. The Greek stared at hers for a moment, distracted by the sheer quantity of them, before she remembered what they were there for.
To eat!
Bubba sat forward in his seat and reached back to turn his cap around. He eyed the small green one for a moment, before dismissing her as a threat. She was a mutant, yeah, but unless that snake of hers was going to eat too, he doubted her skinny frame had room for more than a plate of food. .... and even that was probably pushing it.
The guy on the other hand, was obviously intoxicated. He was much larger, and that combined with being drunk could prove to be a challenge. Bubba had eaten while plastered enough times to know that it could do funny things to the feeling of being overly full. Still, that didn't stop him from uttering a sarcastic "Good luck." Before digging into his plate.
Andrea watched the large man go at it, digging his fingers in and just shoveling wings into his face. She almost believed that he wasn't even casting the bones aside, until she saw the little pile starting up on a napkin to his left. She ceased looking around for utensils to use... since it didn't seem like they needed to be used, and dug into her own plate. The second the sauce touched her tongue, she recoiled.
She stared at the offered... hand, for a second before reaching out hesitantly to shake it. What on each did he possibly mean, by saying that he was a fan of her work?
Perhaps he had seen her when she worked at the floral shop, and was referencing her stone flowers? ...She could think of nothing else, that he'd have seen. "...Thank you.." Highly confused, she withdrew her gloved hand and folded it neatly with it's twin in her lap.
"Tell me, I am curious as to your experiences in juxtaposition to my own, how does it feel to be a monster?"
He may as well have slapped her. His words stung more than his hand ever could have. Andrea was mightily caught off guard, not only by his question but also by the way he had asked it. Like it was a completely normal query, and not rude in the slightest. She stared at him for a few moments, almost unbelieving, while her subconscious jumped at the chance to point it's finger at her and scream SEE! SEEE!!
"Excuse me?... I am not a monster!"
She had spent too many nights staring at her ceiling trying to convince herself that that very statement was true, to have some... bug.. wander over and call her one to her face. Even if she feared it was true...
Grinning from ear to ear, the Greek grabbed Drew by the hand and dragged him across the room toward the lonesome little table in the shadows. She mumbled a few happy words in Greek, before realizing that her language slips were probably what he had meant by 'talking funny'. "Soreh, Englissh is my second language..."
On approach to the table, and fairly fit and bury man looked up and eyed them. With his hands folded over his tremendous belly. As Andrea teetered to a stop before the table, and he belched a greeting. Two of the man's friends sat up from reclined positions behind him, and gave the two mutants their full attention. Andrea eyed the man for a second, from his greasy baseball cap that so proudly stated BUBBA, to his salt n pepper beard and sleeveless t-shirt.
The three gluttons looked Andrea up and down, before turning their attention to Drew. He was bigger, after all. "My friend here, and I, would like to offishally challenge you to an eating contest!"
A brief moment of silence lapsed between her proclamation, and the riotous laughter that erupted from the three men. Normally, they would have taken it as an fat joke due to their size, but coming from a small, obviously drunk girl? Priceless. Bubba wiped his mouth with a napkin, chuckling deeply to himself. He had just eaten a good amount of chicken wings for dinner, but he'd be able to whoop the girl and her lanky friend with no trouble.
"Oh yeah?" He rumbled, clasping his hands over his stomach. "Suure...How much are ya' betting, little missy?"
Puffing he chest out proudly, she crossed her arms before her. "Three hundred dollars!" This... shocked the three men into momentary silence. They glanced at each other, before Bubba started chuckling again. This was going to be the easiest paycheck ever. "Three hundred it is! Waitress! More chicken wings, and keep em' comin'!"
Andrea turned and smiled at drew, before plopping into one of the two seats across from Bubba. Man... this was going to be the easiest three hundred dollars ever!
It moved fast. One second it was a reasonable distance away, and she was doing as instructed, the next it was flying directly at her. Or... at least that’s how it seemed. The command the other officer had given her was still registering in her mind, her hands were even tucked neatly behind her head, when she fully grasped what was happening. Pure, unbridled terror griped her and she completely forgot what she had just been told and why she was doing it. Andrea screamed at the top of her lungs, and threw herself away from the woman approaching her.
Big Beasty was going to land too close for comfort, much too close for comfort. Within one long arms length away from the two women, it came crashing down. Teeth bared and nostrils flaring. Sloth didn't even have time to hiss defensively at it, as Andrea was up on her feet and sprinting as fast as she could take her away from the huge mutant, as soon as her feet found purchase. Everything sort of tunnel visioned around her into a mad sprint forward, toward an escape route... somewhere. Panic had taken over. She wasn't thinking anymore, merely acting.
...The day had started off so nicely, too. But then Alli had ruined it... and gotten her into this awful mess. If she hadn't have been so terrified, she'd have been angry. Very angry.
She took off down the road as fast as she could, hoping quite selfishly that the monster would stay where it was and the police would deal handle it. She’d probably, most likely, feel terrible later... but that was then, and not now. Her foot caught on the edge of the sidewalk and she stumbled, before catching herself on a light pole and taking off again. There wasn't even time to look back, to make sure it was staying put. Something about it, the situation, was far too familiar. She didn't feel like she was running from some stupid misunderstanding anymore. It was starting to feel like she was running for her life again.
Her fleeing, though... was not as quick as she thought it was, and Beasty was far quicker. It disentangled itself from the pavement, almost lazily watching her flee. Then turned and sniffed the air in the female Officer’s direction. With a toothy, lopsided grin at her, it hopped forward again, landing none too gently on the hood of a parked car. Had it eyes, it would have cast a pointed look over it's shoulder at the other cop. A shrilly, high pitched giggle carried over the air as it took off on all fours, chasing after the fleeing Gorgon.
The gorgon snorted again, chuckling softly as she corralled the large serpent in. "Fist fighting, huh?" Shaking her head, she glanced at her small army of empty cups, and blinked. She was still kind of thirsty, but knew that she was near the end of her expendable cash supply. Which, now that she was all worked up, would be a shame. Going home to a dark, silent room wasn't at the top of her list of things to do...
especially since Drew had mentioned pie. her stomach growled, loudly, and she pressed her hand into it. "Κυριε μου... But this city es so very violent, is it not?" Her belly rubble again, much quieter this time, and she tapped her gloved fingers on the counter top. Food was something she couldn't afford... at least not tonight. And asking Drew to pay for it was out of the question. So... she needed to think.
And thinking while intoxicated doesn't often lead to brilliant ideas. But this time, it might have...
Turning slightly at a loud chorus of laughter, she spotted a medium sized table off in one shadowy corner of the bar. "Pie fights.....hmm?" Her brows furrowed and she strained against her dark glassed to see what was so funny. Two men trudged away from the table, they're shirts stained with some sort of sauce. They looked sick... and appear to have been thoroughly whipped in a contest of some sort. A waitress clearing the table carried away an armful of plates, so her addled mind jumped to the conclusion that it was an eating contest.
She had seen them before, on tv. They seemed to be quite popular in the states. One Japanese boy had downed so many hot dogs, that she was sure he could out eat her, if so inclined. The man at the table though, he probably didn't stand a chance. With a grin that stretched practically from ear to ear, Andrea turned back to Drew. It was almost predatory, and if she could see it, she'd have blamed it entirely on the drink. "...I tink I know whas almost as good as a pie fight.... I have an idea, wanna here?" Her level of intoxication was beginning to affect her control over her accent, but it was so slight that she hadn't yet noticed the shift. "That guy ova there... Les beat him inna eating contesht, yah?"
Her lips twitched at his idea. A small smile. Ditch the ditch-er? That.... was brilliant! The smile he threw at her made her lips twitch again, a little more of a smile, and the 'Milady' bit broke her somber mood. She grinned right back, teeth and all, and giggled quietly. Feeling a little more energetic, she lifted her untouched cup and sipped at her drink.
Even with such a small interaction, it was nice to be reminded what it was like to sit and chat with normal people. All of her time spent at the mansion had been hectic and stressful, yes, but it had also been pure and fun. She had experienced her first true laugh back there. The kind that makes you gasp for breath and clutch at your stomach... Her smile stuck, and she glanced back up at Drew. In some ways she was jealous of her old self, but then again, she had been so sheltered and timid that sitting at a bar with someone would have felt... wrong. Though not quite so innocent, she felt more alive nowadays, than she had for most of her life. She had people like the man at her side to thank for that. Honest, friendly people.
"So...How have you been, Andrew?" She asked, pulling herself out of memories and back into the present. As the clocked ticked onward and the conversation carried on, she finished her drink... and another... and another. She found that talking was drawing her out of her shell, inch my inch... or maybe it was the alcohol. By the time she finished her fifth drink, she found herself giggling madly.
"...not only that, but we were stuck up there, with no ladder and no way to climb down! We had to wait for the gardener to notice us!" With cheeks tinted light brown from joy, she grinned at Drew and swiveled on her stool. At some point she had become jittery and excited. Perhaps it was from reliving some of the happier times of her life (more likely the booze), but she was reveling in it. She felt like she could run a marathon, or belt out a tune at the top of her lungs. Sloth, who was...er... a little buzzed from her drinking, tried for the fiftieth time to span the gap between them and curl around Drew. Andrea pulled him back again, nuzzling her nose in his scaled belly.
"Ah... It has been a while since I have felt this happy..."
"Keep your hands where we can see them and away from that weapon."
With her ears still ringing, she flinched and turned all of her attention to the red haired woman. Who.... had a gun pointed at her. Glancing at the fake gun in not to far from her, she blinked and froze. They thought it was real...? Duh. Of course they did... who wouldn't?! The bottom of her stomach dropped away and she threw her hands into the air as high as she could possibly get them.
"I-it isn't rea-!"
She hadn't noticed the yellow thing attack, until it leaped at the other man. She heard the concrete crackle from the force of the things attack, and little bits of rubble peppered the ground in a circle around the beaten up car. Andrea's reaction was delayed, but she cringed, squeezing her eyes shut, she ducked her head down and yelped loudly.
God... she just wanted to run... but her legs were shaking and she was in enough trouble as it was.
Shadows danced from the light of the coming dawn, she smiled at their antics, shivering as a cold wind blew in off the water and rustled her loose hair. Ivy had more or less overtaken her garden, looking like squirming serpents as the breeze rolled over it Most of the garden was still dark, even a little gloomy in the weakening twilight, but during they day her flowers came to life. Lily's and tiny white ivy blooms would spread their petals wide to embrace the sun. An ocean of burgundy poppies, their think green stems lifting them higher toward the light, would unfold and sway with the wind. During the day her garden was beautiful by any standard... Blooms galore and enough decorative statues and trees scattered about to give it a whimsical air. ...But at night her dark sanctuary took on a whole new life, and a monstrous truth. With the mother moon glowing vibrantly overhead, her garden became an eerie, isolated graveyard. The same elegant statues cast in shadow, covered in sleeping flora. Everything looked old and dead... A sight she honestly didn't mind. Beauty wasn't something she hated, not really anyway... but there was something calming about absolute stillness and muted colors. Stepping into her refuge, her private temple, she shut the heavy gate behind her, making sure not to jostle her precious cargo. "Hello, my friends.... Sorry I was gone so long." Silence greeted her, and she began the short, winding walk to her house.
She turned a soft smile toward every statue as she padded by, reaching out to gently touch some in passing. Each wore the face of someone dear to her. Each had a special place in her heart. She passes an old rusted bench, over grown with weeds and ivy. The pale gray figure of a girl sat there, half consumed in foliage. Water had run in tiny rivers over the statues cheeks, leaving dirty stains... like black tears. She smiled at it, her eyed lingering upon it's features for a moment longer than normal. It had been a long, lonely while since she had looked into that girls terrified green eyes. In a way, those eyes had been more honest to her in their final moments, than they had all the times before. She could remember when she had first met her... in the park. They had run around like children, with paper hats. Her heart had been... lighter... back then. Silly, and naive. But... this one had also made her realize what true friendship was. It was she, the girl who had looked past her appearance to form a bond, who had made her realize that she could not live without those she loved close to her.
"Good morning, my friend." She paused to sit beside it, tinkering with the shells in her lap as she lapsed into memory. One of late nights, giggling, and mad dashes though hallways. Feathers and filled the air, and not a room, nor shelf, had been safe from them. It was a memory she was fond of. One she held very dear... A moment later, with a soft sigh, she rose again.
Continuing on, she passed by the figure of a man, standing tall and proud. He held a large basin of water, which dribbled with overflow from a recent rainfall. She was particularly fond of that one... It had taken forever for her to get him to hold the basin just right. She thought it did him justice. When she had known him, he had been a moral rock for her.... he had made her stop and think about the path she had been treading. Back then... he had been right. Always right. He had sat with her through the worst of times, and he had always been strong. She had done nothing to change her role in life, instead just shutting herself away from the truth, and she had suffered because of it.... and though it hadn't been he, who had changed her, she loved him dearly for trying. Her friend, a shining beacon of justice... she was very glad to have him so close by. Always there to watch over her. She dipped her chin in greeting to him, and turned to continue on.
Passing a few dark, crumbling figures, she paused by an embracing couple. Moss had started to creep up their legs, spots had formed on shoulders and in the crooks of arms. She sighed, and set about brushing it off. Her hand lingered on the arm of the woman, who's frozen features were tucked into a tight embrace with her male partner. That piece held strong emotions in it. Every time she looked a it, she remembered what they had once been to her. Role models, family, parents.... The feelings were not always happy ones though. Father... Mother... They were titles which demanded respect.... but they- those still, cold figures- had never deserved the honor. It was easy, when standing before them, for all of the warm feelings in her heart to wash away. These two, they reminded her of what she was. What she always had been, and forever would be... They did not deserve a place in her garden due to earning her admiration, love, or respect. No... They were there to always remind her of where she had come from. They had created her, after all.
Her hand dropped away and she stepped back, orange eyes glowing with the light from the rising sun. It had taken her weeks, to get them posed at they were. And, oddly enough, it was the only time she could recall... that she had ever seen them embrace.Turning away, she left them behind her and moved on. It was growing ever lighter outside, and she didn't want to keep him waiting. She had been gone most of the night...
Just needed drink? That was something she could thankfully understand. An understanding that she had really only started to develop over the past year. God... if her mother could see how used to bars she was nowadays, she'd have a fit.
"...I... uh..." Got ditched? No... that seemed to bitter. though, 'i'm waiting for a friend' seemed a little too hopeful. She was fairly sure Alli wasn't going to show up. So, what did that mean she was doing, still sitting about waiting?
She snorted, then promptly covered her mouth and fidgeted on her stool. She really, really needed to stop going that... so unbecoming! "... got ditched." She admitted finally, her voice betraying her annoyance. "... by a friend of mine. Though... I think I figured out about an hour ago that she wasn't coming... so I don't know what I'm still doing here."
Waiting so that on the off chance that she showed up, she could give her a piece of her mind... She tapped her glass absently, frowning, and waited as the bartender set about making her another. "Guess the night isn't a total waste, since you're here now and everything."
At first, she didn't realize anyone had said anything, at least not to her, anyway. But after a second she sat up and turned, thinking perhaps her friend had finally decided to show up. The lecture she had began to put together sprang to her tongue, ready to fire at the immature, unthinking teen...
...but it wasn't her.
In fact, it wasn't anyone she had been expecting to see. "....Drew?" Caught off guard, guilt washed over her and her cheeks darkened in green. Of course... of course he'd catch her drinking by herself in some random bar. She fidgeted on her stood, and forced herself to cease slumping pathetically. "...I...uh... what are you doing here?"
Well, things could have been worse. At least Alli wasn't present. God, the horror that situation would have brought about would be enough to knock her over dead from embarrassment.
Glancing behind him momentarily, she peeked at a slight commotion by the door before turning her attention back. Looked like someone had indulged a little too much. A shame, really... Some people just didn't know their limits.
Alcohol had lost it's air of sin. In fact, like most rebellions teens, Andrea found that it was a tool of escape. ... If one that could be easily abused...
You could drink a glass of wine or two with dinner, and forget about the stresses of the day... or you could drink a few glasses of the stronger stuff, things she still wasn't all to familiar with, and forget memories- both painful and pleasant.
Tonight was one of those nights... and she had a *lot* of things that needed to be forgotten.
The Greek had been roused from an evening nap by her roommate, who told her to get dressed and meet her at a specific restaurant, at a designated time. The scaled girl had waved and left, already dressed for a night of... whatever it was she normally did, leaving Andrea alone and flustered... With no way to argue. She had sat around for an hour or so, grumbling to herself, before she caved and rose to get ready.
...A few hours later and she was sitting at the bar, because the place turned out to not be a restaurant, tapping her gloved fingers against the wood. Alli was an hour and fifteen minutes late, which wasn't all that surprising, and Andrea was seriously considering going home. Her heart told her to give the girl at least another half an hour... even if she didn't want to.
There was a tv behind the bar and while most of the patrons kept themselves busy with dancing, talking, and... eying... each other, she was content with watching the evening news and being left alone. Thankfully she had thought ahead when it came to appearance, by choosing rather boring clothing that wouldn't gain much attention. She figured that was part of the reason people had more or less been avoiding her. (Then again, Sloth did a pretty good job at keeping creeps away.)
While other women in the room had chosen to wear short dresses, small skirts, and pants that looked like they belonged on teenagers... she had made sure to wear a shirt that covered her shoulders and her mid-drift. Blue, soft, and comfortable. Her jeans, if a little baggy, didn't show any of her waist and were comfortable to move in... just in case she needed to run. She couldn't figure out why they were called 'boyfriend jeans' if you could by them brand spanking new at a store, but figured it was just another American term she would never fully understand. She gently kicked her sneaker clad toes against the bottom of the stool she occupied, and tucked her chin into the warmth the white scarf she had draped around her neck. With a sigh, she picked at her drink. Toying with the little cherry inside the cup that she had neglected to eat, while she turned her attention to the mirror behind the bar so she could watch the people packed into the spacious building.
Every now and then she envied those women. Unafraid to show off something they were proud of. Faces, bodies. Though she didn't agree with most of it, she had to admit there was a certain freedom that came with not giving a damn.
Andrea hadn't even really worn makeup before, save for trying on her mother's lipstick one time, and her hair had never seen a pair of scissors in it's entire lifetime. She looked out at the ladies, splashed with green and pink eyeshadow, with red lips and hairspray keeping their expensive haircuts perfectly in place... and she felt like a small green fly on the wall. Limp midnight hair hanging in place down her back and over her shoulders, free of the braid she usually kept it in. Splotched skin bare of anything save her clothes and the sunglasses on her nose. She felt plain in comparison... but at least it was better than feeling abnormal.
She could probably thank the alcohol for that, too.
Lifting her glass, she tipped her headback and finished off what was left inside. Bitter-sweet syrup and whatever alcohol the bartender had added in tingled and burned the back of her throat. It was fizzy, like soda. Her favorite.
Some reporter on the tv droned on about a traffic jam at such n' such intersection and she plopped her chin into a waiting palm. Her roommate had less than twenty minutes to show her face, before she packed up and went home. ....Maybe less, if something more interesting didn't come on tv soon.
