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Post by pyro on Apr 22, 2006 23:55:40 GMT -5
(open to anyone who doesn't care about their curfew or fellow adults who dont have one, either way. I have several ideas for this, depending on who joins)
John sat againt a pole and flicked his lighter up and down. He had never been a smoker, not because he cared about the consequences, or because it could hurt other people or increased pollution, he didn't because he didn't like it enough to go through the trouble of getting a hold of more.
He just had the lighter because he liked what it made. He had a couple plans, but he was just hanging out for a couple more minutes. He looked at the clock on a neerby building, it read 9:30. He just stayed still, weighing his options.
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Post by Ray on Apr 23, 2006 0:05:01 GMT -5
Ray watched the young man leaning against the wall, silently cursing. He had to get back to the institute, before Logan made his rounds. He heard the sharp click-click of the young man's lighter, causing a stirring in his chest. He needed a smoke. Digging the abused carton of cigarettes from his back pocket, he weighed his options, and did a quick analisys of what could happen. He enevitably walked out of the shadows then, approaching with a solid, smooth gate.
"Got a light?" he asked.
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Post by pyro on Apr 23, 2006 0:07:43 GMT -5
"Yeah sure, but aint it passed you bead time?" he said tauntingly, to see how the guy would react. Using his powers, he moved the fire to the cigarette and lit it just right. He had had tons of friends who smoked back in Australia, so he knew how to light em right.
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Post by Ray on Apr 23, 2006 0:11:04 GMT -5
Ray couldn't stop his eyes from widening. So... this guy was a mutant? And an Ausie, by the sounds of his accent. Ray memorized the guy's face, and his abilities. Warily, he put the cigarette to his lips, taking a drag.
"It could be," he said; "Name's Ray, by the way," he said, shifting from foot to foot as he glanced around.
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Post by pyro on Apr 23, 2006 0:16:20 GMT -5
"Mine's John," he said, noticing the guy was suprised that he was a mutant, but he wasn't running or anything, so chances were, he was either pretending to be tough, stupid, or a mutant himself. John didn't know between the choices. John wasn't one for long conversations and he definetly wasn't going to ask the guy for any more information. He knew his name, and Ray knew his, thats all they needed.
"So, then mate, you here for pick up too?" he asked, figuring if the guy was, he'd answer so.
((Respond how you want, I'm going to have a car pull up here and take us to a club))
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Post by Ray on Apr 23, 2006 0:18:14 GMT -5
Ray looked sharply at him, then figured, what the heck.
"Why else would I be standin' here?" he couldn't help but snap, it was just his nature. Thhis John guy seemed shifty, not to mention familiar. He couldn't place his face though, so he let that notion slide.
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Post by pyro on Apr 23, 2006 0:23:48 GMT -5
John couldn't hear any hint of a lie in the other guy's voice, but that didn't mean anything. Once again, wasn't something he needed to know. No one else had ever gotten picked up from the same spot as him before though, so he decided to say something, just in case.
"Well, either way, just remember, if ya got a Sheila worth sticking with, she'll never know you were here," he said truthfully, there were never any comitment orientated women where they were going.
A few minutes later, a dark blue van pulled up and the door opened automatically, its only real high tech feature. The driver and passenger seats were cut off, but a couple other people were in one of the rows, John climed in and got into the back. The van waited for Ray to get in.
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Post by Ray on Apr 23, 2006 0:27:18 GMT -5
Ray looked into the van, once again weighing his options. But he really was up for something different, so after he position his cigarette in his mouth, he climbed in, closing the door behind him. He then pulled his cigarette away, the smoke trailing out of the corner of his mouth and out a cracked window. He glanced at John, just to make sure the guy was still around.
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Post by pyro on Apr 23, 2006 0:40:09 GMT -5
John pretty much sat in silence during the ride. He had actually stumbled across the whole thing himself his first day in Bayville, though he was told it has only been going on largely since mutants have been more or less hunted. It then struck him that he had never confirmed the guy was a mutant, it was just one of the three things he figured made since.
"Before you go all the way, are you a mutant or not? Cause if yer not, you bettah pretend ya are for awhile, we aren't going to a human friendly club."
The people in the frontward seats gave him and Ray a quick look, but went back to their own buisness.
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Post by Ray on Apr 23, 2006 0:45:50 GMT -5
Ray gave him a flat, stoic glance; "I wasn't scared of you for a reason," he muttered, and he exhaled slowly. On command, two bolts coarsed over his hand, and were then reobsorbed into his skin. That little trick always stung for some reason. Ray didn't bother questioning it then.
"So, do we go by real names or code names tonight?" he asked, merely curious.
He knew that when at the Institute, his mutant "ego" was always "Berzerker" and his human alter-ego was "Ray". Which seemed stupid, almost shameful. Why bother hiding yourself if you support being open? That had to be some form of hypocricy. Oh well, he thought.
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Post by pyro on Apr 23, 2006 0:53:03 GMT -5
He figured he was right about the mutant thing, which was good, if people thought he brought a human, they wouldn't let him back.
"Depends on who your talking to. The bartender, he prefers code names, unless your second generation or something, because he doesn't like names that any humans assigned to any of his kin. Anyone else, your choice, so I guess if anyone asks I'm also Pyro," he said, figuring that summed it up.
"And besides that, the only thing you 'ave to know is that no one cares how old you are, so feel free to do whatever you want with whoever you want. Unless you already know someone who might be there?" he asked.
((This brings me to wonder, should we see if anyone wants to pop in as already getting there somehow, or just not and move on.))
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Post by Ray on Apr 23, 2006 0:56:51 GMT -5
Ray nodded. So, he could get away with anything? He was definitely liking his most recent choice of action. He finished his cigarette and threw it out the window, then wiped his hands.
"Second generation?" he asked, the term alien.
((sure, why not? But it's you're call))
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Post by pyro on Apr 23, 2006 1:02:01 GMT -5
(enh, well I wont go asking around, but if anyone reads this, they can feal free to post that they are there.)
"You know, like your mum and dad were mutants, and so your the second generation of mutants in your family. Like how Magneto has two kids," he said, but after doing so remembered that while Magneto was famous, him having kids and who they were wasn't really common knowlage. The van pulled up, the door once again opening, John waited for everyone else to get out, since he was on the inside.
((I got a good way to start a bar fight if your interested, its cool if your not though))
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Post by Ray on Apr 23, 2006 1:07:24 GMT -5
((bar fight? hell yeah!))
Ray climbed out, looking over his shoulder at John. Magneto, huh? That explained how he thought he was familiar. Ray remembered running in on Logan and the Prof. once, while they had been talking, or more so, "strategizing". He has seen papers, and pictures strewn across a table. One had been John's.
Magneto had two kids? Ray was surprised by that. He needed to pay attention more.
He waited for John to exit the van, half-hoping he could just wing it and follow him in.
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Post by pyro on Apr 23, 2006 1:15:10 GMT -5
John got out of the van, which rolled away. John knew it was heading to the parking lot in the back. The drivers only ever picked up one load, and they stayed in one place for only about ten seconds of wait time, if no one showed, or was too slow getting in, they left anyway. He assumed they came in once they got done.
John walked into the bar through its hidden door after the first people. He noticed Ray was following him, which was ok with him. He couldn't think of any good reasons why it wouldn't be alright for a while. After they were only a couple of yards in the building, he heard someone adress him.
" Well is it isn't good ol' St Johnny Allerdice!" the guy said, with mock joy, "I'm assuming this is the guy you were talking about?"
"Who?" John asked, not remembering the conversation, nor really the guy in front of him.
"The one you said had the money you spent ahead of time gambling," the guy said levely, "Now, if one of you two doesn't pass up the cash now, someone's going to pay," as he said this he pushed Ray a little.
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