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?
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Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 28, 2010 10:14:09 GMT -6
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"Yes. Yes I do." Maya laid back on the bed and the blond followed suit after she scooted even more. She ended up next to the other girl but she twisted so she was on her side and could look at the other girl's face. "Silly is my specialty." She smiled and then looked at Maya for a long moment.
"Hold that thought." There was some giggling and the bed rocked as she flew off of it and to the light switch. "Turn on the lamp, pretty please." She turned off the main light and flew back to the bed, which creaked when she landed on it.
With a giggle she explained: "The lighting wasn't right. Carry on." She was on her side and looking intently at Maya once more.
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It could be said that as of late, Twyla Ashby had been making poor decisions. Or, she'd at least made one very bad decision recently. Going into haunted houses on the other side of the state and not telling anyone about your little trip was (as she now knew for sure) a very bad idea. This bad idea coupled with a mistake in judgment around Christmas time had caused the girl to lose more than a little sleep due to persistent nightmares that she had decided to keep to herself.
This lack of sleep didn't do much in making the deciding process much better nor did it improve the girl's mood at all. After a particularly long night Twyla was in a very foul mood that was not much improved by the fact that for the last few days she'd been staring at the black eye her girl/boyfriend had coloring her/his face. The shiner was given by a teacher. A self defense teacher, but that didn't really register with Twyla in her grumpy-but-pretending-to-be-fine state.
The girl had never met the teacher in question, but she'd seen him around and she knew he had an eye patch. She saw that eye patch as she was walking in the hallway after class and since she'd had such a wonderful day (or not) and she was sleep deprived and she was sick of seeing her girl/boyfriend always beat up she made yet another stupid decision to add to the pile of 'Things Twyla Should Never Have Done'.
Sigh.
"You gave my boyfriend a shiner." Twyla half shouted half barked at the man she'd never talked to before (in fact, she wasn't even really sure she knew his name) after she walked up behind him. For a moment her face was flushed in the anger that was begging to be released on someone, then it turned pink as she realized that she was basically yelling at a teacher and was instantly more awake and resisting the urge to shake. Oh my god, why do you do these things to yourself?
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 27, 2010 19:20:17 GMT -6
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Nightmares. Most people had them--some more than others.
Twyla Ashby was one of the lucky people who had frequent nightmares caused by (in her opinion) all of her stupid decisions in life. They were a penance, in a way, of doing something risky and taking others down with her. Since they were a penance they couldn't be complained about--not that she would have anyway, it would make her friends think her weaker than she already thought she did. SHe was a coward after all.
It was bad to be a coward. It was worse to be a crybaby coward.
So the girl was helping herself deal with the nightmares brought on by a recent trip to a certain scary house by medicating herself with copious amounts of dairy products. Tonight it was in the form of mint chocolate chip ice cream. The green treat in her bowl was delicious, but she couldn't help the rough movements of her wrist as it jabbed the spoon into the bottom of her bowl, making an obnoxious clanging sound on contact. She was angry, more angry than she'd been in a long time.
"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid." She muttered to the clock on the stove that read that it was some time after midnight. Much too late for anyone to be up and much too early to go back to bed. Or was it the other way around? The girl didn't really know at this point--nor did she care. All that mattered was that she was tired and every time she closed her eyes she realized she was alone in a hall of mirrors.
Being alone with the twins in her head was almost as bad as being a crybaby coward. Almost.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 27, 2010 18:51:38 GMT -6
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Twyla said a copying "Me too." to the bit about Maya, o Gawain rather, finding her again at the Mansion. "That part was even luckier, even if I was kinda freaked out by the whole thing--you were weirding me out and I thought you were some kind of race of aliens, no lie." Her cheeks tinged a bit pink but mostly Twyla was focused on the fact that her hand was touching Maya's cheek. It's not like she was lying about the alien thing, it had really occurred to her. The blond attributed this mostly to the fact that it was so late and she'd been reading enough that it stimulated her imagination into some of its crazier thoughts.
There was some looking for a moment and the girl was a bit confused and then her hand was kissed and Maya had a more normal expression on her face. The question confused Twyla a bit more and she blurted: "Of course I still want to be your girlfriend. Did you miss the part about 'need' earlier? I can't...I can't not know what we could be. Life is to crazy to be scared of this kind of thing." Pulling her hand away Twyla leaned forward into the space between them. "You're not scary."
The kiss she planted on the other girl's lips was similar to the desperate one from near the door but she pulled back before either of them could get too into it. Her face was a bit flushed when she looked back at Maya and she bit her lip before scooting farther back onto the bed. "So what was this about a bedtime story?"
Her other question could wait--would wait. Maybe she'd never ask it at all. Now wasn't the right time, it was much too soon and everything was much too jumbled in her head for anymore processing that night,er,morning.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 27, 2010 18:17:45 GMT -6
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"I'm a bad liar's what says. She'd find out eventually and...it wouldn't be pretty." Twyla's father might understand or at least try to understand one of his children getting a tattoo and even if he got upset it would be a quieter, more controlled anger that was in huge contrast to her mother's tantrums. It would be decidedly not pretty. The blond almost shuddered at the thought of her tiny mother expanding with one of her rages. Although, I suppose if I tell her about Maya a tattoo would be the least of her worries...
The girl shrugged. "In my experience those things aren't always permanent." Uh-oh, Debbie Downer alert. She'd have to think on it--maybe tattoos had to be gotten after you figured yourself out (unless they were of family crests of course). There had to be something.
"It was nice meeting you too--thanks for today, it was totally awesome." She smiled back at the boy when he smiled. "Will do, I'm number two in the girl's hall, if you ever need anything." He pulled out a pair of goggles and covered his eyes with them. "See ya!" Twyla called after him as he jumped and started to sly away from her. Brown eyes watched him for a moment, a look of awe on the face that owned them, and then the girl turned and walked back to the Mansion.
"Much better than class." She muttered to herself as she trudged up the stairs and back to the rest of her scholarly day. "So much better..." A glance out of a window in the foyer gave a view of nothing but clear blue sky. Some muties had all the luck.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 27, 2010 13:33:39 GMT -6
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Apparently her tone was sharper than she'd assumed. Telling her not to have a cow: not appreciated. There was more rapid fire blinking (it was truly a bad way to try and deal with her problems) and then the girl internally rolled her eyes and said nothing. Nope. Not a thing. There was no reason trying to argue with Locke because: 1. She didn't like to fight and 2. She was pretty sure that the boy in front of her would enjoy/carry on the argument much too much for her too feel vindicated about her responses. It was much, much better to just let things slide.
Again, it seemed, their conversation had turned into an argument. The girl watched the boy respond and defend himself (she hadn't realized she'd attacked him) and tried her best to see his side. Twyla had never gotten through the first Saw movie (she'd left the room half crying--scary was not her thing) so she really had no idea what he was talking about. She'd have to take his word on it. "Not my cup of tea, I guess." Twyla responded weakly as she continued to fold her summer clothing. A peek into the dryer showed she didn't have much left to fold. Maybe she wouldn't have to argue much longer.
Talking about reading was a dud. Epic fail. Oh well, she really was almost done anyway. "Oh, okay." One pair of shorts left and once those were done he could be left to his own devices. Standing up, the girl brushed off her knees. "Well," She put the basket on her hip. "I'm all done here, so I'll see ya around, Locke. It was nice to meet you--keep practicing with that mud." A friendly smile was thrown his way and then the girl was gone, back out the way she came.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 27, 2010 13:06:16 GMT -6
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It was weird to watch someone else blush and not blush yourself. Even weirder when it was Maya that was blushing. Twyla waited until all her questions were answered before she even attempted to formulate a reply. The only thing she did was smile as comforting as possible and force herself not to bite her lip when the other girl did.
An attempt at verbal comforting was thrown into the conversation. "It's not weird or anything--I didn't want to tell you that I was a mutant either." Maya seemed to feel more comfortable because she was back to her chuckling self. Twyla didn't really laugh, her mind was just fitting the pieces together quietly. It wasn't all that weird, that's how people met--they struck up conversation with interesting looking people. Maya just happened to use to her powers to strike up that conversation.
She did laugh when the other girl said that the pink hair helped. A hand went up to touch a hanging down tendril subconsciously and the girl nodded. "I suppose that does make one more interesting." I wonder if we would have met if I had brown hair still... That train of thought was way to weird to fathom--too many things would have been different. "Well, I'm glad that you wanted to meet me." She paused and her hand found its way to the other girl's. "Seriously." The hand inside of hers was squeezed.
Curiosity on that subject satisfied, Twyla almost wanted to move on to her next question...but at the same time there was no way she was going to bring it up. What if she wasn't ready for the answer? A few things said in the house had stuck with the girl and she had wanted to broach the subject after using her first question as a springboard...but that wasn't happening unless Twyla suddenly got brave.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 27, 2010 6:35:12 GMT -6
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Maya grinned and as she stepped out of the mirror Twyla watched transfixed. It was fascinating how some people's powers worked. The initial grin faded a bit when the blond asked her question. Oops. For a second Twyla felt guilty and then she realized she had nothing to really be sorry for--it was just a question.
A question that made Maya blush all the way into the red spectrum. Cue more strange guilt. It was kinda ridiculous that she was felling bad about asking a simple, if random, question. At least she got an answer, or part of one--always a plus.
Twyla's brows crinkled again, she needed more information. "What do you mean you 'made me' bump into you?" A second was given so Twyla could elaborate on her second question. "I thought I was going crazy or something--were you messing with me?" There was no anger, just general curiosity. The blond was smiling in an attempt to show she wasn't upset.
And she wasn't upset. At all. It didn't even register. Things made more sense now and it's not like she could be mad that Maya had wanted to--"Why did you bump into me?"
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 26, 2010 16:03:14 GMT -6
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Pajama problems solved, the girl happily pulled the black tee over her head when--Tap. Tap. The noise made Twyla jump and whip her head around wildly until she found the source of the sound. It was Maya, in all her casual glory, leaning in the frame of her mirror. The blond was pretty sure she could never pull off such a chill posture but she raised an eyebrow in a cool attempt anyway. "Bedtime story? I haven't heard one of those in ages." A smile followed this and the girl backed up to sit on the edge of her bed. "Sure I'm ready."
But! There was always a but!
Just one teeny, little, detail that she had been wondering about in the back of her mind since she thought of it earlier in the bathroom. "I just have a quick question--totally random, but bear with me please. The day we met the first time--were you walking through the windows of that building?" Twyla's eyebrows were crinkled in confusion, as if she wasn't sure what she was asking. If she responded in the affirmative it would explain a lot of things; like the weird reflection things, how she almost fell over Maya when she turned around...
And if not Twyla could sound like a freak for the millionth time. Maya probably didn't remember the first moments of their meeting and she probably had no idea what Twyla was asking. It was a random tidbit after all.
The question was an innocent and honest one. Twyla really wanted to know and she was maybe hoping she could tie the conversation in with a few interesting things mentioned in the house earlier that night...the night before, since it was technically morning...
Mostly she just wanted to know about the mirror building thing, truly.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 26, 2010 15:43:56 GMT -6
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Weston knew nothing. He just said that the 'dude' Henri left with was a guy who looked like a cat and asked her if she would till be wanting her lunch. If Twyla had been a more violent person she would have punched him or hit him over the head with a drink tray or something. She almost did, it certainly crossed her mind. What she did do was cry and flee the premises in search of the police (weren't that hard to spot, actually).
They had her wait in an uncomfortable chair.
She talked with a woman that smelled strongly of some kind of perfume and who kept touching her.
They asked for her information and she gave it.
Twyla was sent back to the Mansion with promises of 'We'll do what we can.' and 'We'll call you as soon as something is found.' Before she left, the perfume lady hugged her.
None of this was comforting. At all. The perfume gave her a headache.
All that kept running through Twyla's mind as she worried was : Who would take Henri?
((OOC: I have no idea if this works--I wanted to keep it open ended so as not to mess anything up. if this doesn't work, let me know.))
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 26, 2010 10:30:57 GMT -6
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There were worse places than Twyla Ashby's floor but after the night they'd had making him sleep down there seemed a poor thanks for a rescue and for dealing with her crap all night.
"Alright, sounds good." Twyla laughed for a second when Gawain said he'd be back to tuck her in. It was a little hard to let him walk away (she realized she was going to be alone for a little while) but she watched him walk into the mirror.
"No time for a shower." The blond muttered to herself as she looked around her chaotic room. She wasn't embarrassed about it, not really. Henri had seen her room in states worse than this and Twyla hadn't batted an eyelash. This was her, who she was--she organized her mind as best she could but everything else was left to fend for itself...she knew where everything was, truly.
As soon as she was alone Twyla flew to her bed and threw off the sheets. Usually she didn't bother to make her bed because she always messed it up anyway when she slept (or read in bed or had a nightmare...) but she wasn't totally sure how easy it would be to nest in her assorted covers plus another person. It's not weird. The girl told herself as she took the extra minutes to make sure that her sheets were tucked under and that her camouflage comforter was resting nicely atop it all. Freak.
Twyla rushed into the bathroom after her bed was made for the first time in a long time. "No time for a shower." She muttered again as she hurriedly pulled off her sweater and then her tank top (which ended up on the floor). A second later water was running in the sink as she was rubbing a wet towel around her torso in the hopes of cleaning up as much as possible. There was nothing she could do with her hair so the blond and pink locks went up in a messy bun on top of her head.
Pajamas...? Usually no one saw her in her pjs so Twyla took extra time in picking out the blue soffe shorts. "Now...top?" The issue was this: Twyla didn't go bra-less in front of anyone--expect her family. Besides wearing a bra to bed (no freaking way that was happening) the girl was in a dilemma. "Crap." Twyla muttered as she looked down at her still bare midriff. "Maybe a tank top?" She worried her lip and crossed her arms over her chest as she sifted through the clothes on the chair.
"Yay hooray..." A solution was found in the form of a tank with a built-in under one of her usual over sized bed tee shirts (it was the least wrinkled and the least baggy of the ones she could find). A comfortable excitement was building as she waited for the return of Gawain/Maya akin to being giddy. It was a tired giddy...but the girl had one thing to ask before she even attempted sleep. Well, several, but she hoped one would lead to the others.
((I'll proofread it better later, I have class now but I wanted to post ))
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 25, 2010 16:59:10 GMT -6
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Any chuckling was missed when Twyla went off on her nervous mini-rant. While she was speaking she had been more focused on how awkward it was to talk about something like that and the fact that her powers were acting up than on Gawain's reaction to everything. When his reaction was finally noticed the girl felt even more embarrassed than before. I think you've just totally made a giant deal out of nothing and now you look like some crazy paranoid chick who keeps sending out mixed signals and who has no control of herself. A split second before there was a hand under her chin that chin was pointed downwards so she could stare angrily at the slowly receding camo of her legs. When her chin was tilted she was forced to look up.
At least he was smiling. That was comforting.
So was knowing what she was talking about, that helped too. For what he was saying (and for not calling her crazy or weird or a million other things) Twyla could have kissed Gawain. That, she decided, was probably not the best reaction for the moment...so she settled on giving the boy a normal hug instead. "Thanks." She gave the boy a squeeze that was meant to convey the fact that he'd just totally handled the situation better than she had and that she was grateful.
Then the girl pulled away to look at her floor. He was not leaving her alone with her nightmares (and there would be nightmares), that much was for certain. A dubious glance was given to the very messy floor and then back to the boy. "You do not want to sleep down there." It wasn't that there was anything too gross on her floor...there was just so much paper and random things that even after some clearing was done it didn't sound like a fun prospect. And since holding meaning just holding was assured sharing a bed for one night didn't seem like a bad prospect--just so long as they kept control of themselves (meaning Twyla remembered that she didn't want to ruin anything that would or could happen between the Morris kid and herself by making a hasty and stupid decision).
"You can sleep wherever you want, but you need a shirt." Twyla smiled at the boy and willed her eyes to remain focused on his face. It didn't matter which gender Gawain would be in less than an hour--he still needed to be fully clothed no matter what they were going to do sleeping arrangement-wise.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 25, 2010 16:01:07 GMT -6
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"Yeah, for sure. Just maybe, not during class." The girl smiled at the prospect of flying with Carrick again. She'd have to bring gloves and a heavier jacket and goggles if she ever got the chance to go up in the sky like that again though, the better to experience it with.
A nod when he pointed at his chest. He had to be her age, maybe younger, why did he have a tattoo already? Her questions were soon answered when Carrick explained that the shamrock and Celtic cross were sort of a family thing. For a second the girl pondered whether or not she had a family crest and then she decided that if she did it didn't matter since no one she knew used it for anything. "Oh, I see." Twyla replied, a little surprised about the information about Carrick's father. It was obvious that he was proud of him by just looking at the boy.
"Whatever works, right? That's pretty cool." Twyla was smiling again after she spoke. With interest she watched the boy walking with her explain what his next tattoo would be. Did it hurt to get a tattoo? Would it hurt a lot to get one all around your torso. Tattoos must have been worth it for some people, the girl decided.
Hands came up to touch her ears and the earring holes there when she was asked if she had any tattoos. "No, my mom would blow a gasket I think if I came home with one." They walked closer to the school and Twyla mused for a moment. "I guess I wouldn't really have anything to get anyway...I'm eighteen, so if I wanted to I could get one...if I did, I'd want it to be special, so..." A shrug as the girl trailed off and kicked at a stone in the grass with her left foot, sending it bouncing ahead of her. She had nothing special to document at this point and she didn't want to be one of those girls that covered their bodies in stars or butterflies or something--that was decidedly not Twyla Ashby's bag.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 25, 2010 15:25:47 GMT -6
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Oh my god. You have got to be kidding me. Now, normally Twyla Ashby was a very tolerant, nice, forgiving, and easygoing person but he'd just......basic geography....he lived in the States and....how does someone not know basic things about a river that splits their country from Minnesota to the Gulf of Mexico? Twyla knew about California and the rest of the states and about mountain ranges and large bodies of water and even if she didn't know the names of everything she could still picture a basic geographic map of the U.S.A. in her head. The girl on the dryer almost fell off of her seat after his words and she choked a little bit on air.
Some rapid blinking and Twyla had recovered...for the most part. Her tone was a little sharp when she replied: "The Mississippi starts in Northern Minnesota and ends in the Gulf of Mexico. I lived near the border between Minnesota and Wisconsin so I was right near the river..." There was some more blinking right after her little explanation and the girl had the strong urge to slap whoever taught Locke geography. Had she been a more violent person she might have slapped the mutant boy in front of her in an attempt to hit the ignorance out of him. Luckily, she wasn't a violent person by nature.
Without anymore comment she let the conversation go into a place she'd set it in. Movies, huh? Twyla shuddered at the mention of the 'Saw' movies. "Oh man, I can't watch anything gory like that--psychological thrillers maybe...but anything with buckets of fake blood totally freaks me out. I--" Ding. The machine beneath her face a shuddering sigh and she realized that her clothes must be de-wrinkled, at least she hoped so. Hoping down, the girl opened the dryer and pulled out a pair of shorts. They seemed better so she folded them and placed them in the green basket that had been discarded earlier. "Hah! Victory for me." She murmured as she pulled out a tank top.
"So do you read at all, Locke?" Movies Twyla knew a few things about, but for the sake of learning newer information quicker she decided to go off in another random direction yet again.
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Thankfully, she didn't seem to need to choke anything else out because after a moment in which he started to ask her something he realized that she was having some issues. Twyla wondered why he'd looked so surprised a moment ago but that was put from her mind when he started to laugh. It wasn't the mean kind of laughing either, which made the blond feel a million times better about being nervous. It was just a happy, familiar, and comforting sound. "Maybe I am, just a little bit."
The girl looked up at the boy again when he hugged her and told her to calm down. He kissed her on top of her head and she let her cheek press against his (still bare) chest as he moved them side to side in a motion that made her blush recede to that of normal, human range. The comforting sounds continued between words and the beating of his heart that she could hear at such a close distance. His next words sounded like something out of a book or a movie--a variation of 'I don't want to be alone tonight.' Twyla just hoped that what he meant by that was not what the male protagonist usually meant. S-e-x was not on the girl's list of top priorities and she was worried that her night had been heading rapidly in that direction.
Not that Twyla really didn't want to be left alone after everything. That would be...brutal.
Holding? That wasn't sexual, right? Comforting, yes, physical, technically but not sexual, right? Maybe. She'd have to make her point clear as it was apparently her turn in the conversation department. When she looked back up at the boy he was blushing too, although not nearly as much as she assumed she must have been a few minutes earlier. She took a deep breath and a step back and out of his arms so she could talk without being...distracted and to make her point. Another deep breath and the blush was intensifying once again to unnatural wall colors.
"I'm sorry, I just...I've never..." She rolled her eyes at herself and sighed. "I've never done anything like this," An arm motion around her room. "before and I'm worried about going farther than we're ready for, than I'm ready for. I guess I don't want to do something stupid with you that seems totally awesome at the time and then bites us in the ass" (swear word because she was tired and on a roll) "later. I don't want to be left alone tonight either but that doesn't mean that I want to..." Cue most of Twyla's body being covered in the surrounding colors. "have sex or anything like that." Oh god, did I really just say that? I am such a spazz... "That's awkward to say but I just want to be clear on...everything. I don't want to rush anything in this, okay?" As the girl got out what she was really trying to say she began to relax into her convictions and the camouflage slowly began to fade.
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