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Post by Ray on Jun 12, 2006 18:16:45 GMT -5
((Not so open. This is open to Pocky and his minions only, or ppl who get invited. well, that's it just had to say. Oh, this is set after I get back from kentucky))
It had been another hectic day. Getting settled into the institute, fighting with a few of the "Teammates", learning Tabby had gone to the Brotherhood, and then finding out he'd been kicked out of AP chemistry hadn't exactly been good things to come home to. Ray had snuck out under the cover of night, walking to the parl for fresh air.
But instead of fresh air, Ray polluted it. He pulled out one of his only cigarettes, the last of his stash. The case of abused and fallign apart, with six cancer sticks left. Ray lit it with a spark, and took in a deep inhale. He sighed the smoke, grateful as his nerves started to calm.
Addictions were pitiful.
Ray looked around the park. It was dead quiet, dark and calm. Perfect place for him to think. He walked over to a bench, by a pond, and just smoked and sat there.
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Post by Cyclops on Jun 12, 2006 18:37:27 GMT -5
((Benedict Mutie says he will play, but I'll delete it if you'd rather wait for a bigger fish.))
Scott walked through the park enjoying the night sky, he hadn't seen the night sky for a while through his own eyes. He nervously fingered the ruby quartz shades in his hands. It was late out and that meant less of a chance of getting caught but that didn't necessarily mean he was in the clear.
A small flash of light across the the field caught his attention. He unfolded his glasses and walked closer, before he got close enough to see the person's face he stuck them on his face. A small smirk played on his lips thinking of the time Duncan Matthews had made a comment about his 'stupid sunglasses at night'...right before his glasses got knocked off his face and an explosion occured.
Seeing it was Ray he silently thanked his anal retentiveness for making him paranoid enough to stick the glasses back on his face. Scott fought with himself over approaching Ray or veering right to avoid him completely. He knew that he personally would be freaked out meeting someone out in the park while he enjoyed a smoke, thinking he was alone. Not that Scott smoked but he could imagine.
What the heck, Scott thought, walking towards Ray. It was a free country, right?
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Post by Ray on Jun 12, 2006 18:46:41 GMT -5
((haha yes! sure you can post!))
Ray had heard someone coming, but didn't really care. He'd assumed it was a drunk, or some homeless person. This late at night, the options were narrowed down. He hadn't expected to catch the Scott Summers out of the corner of his eye. Ray knew he'd gone AWOL for a while, he had his theories on why. But, he wasn't up for bickering, so he was just "cordial". Well, cordial for him, anyway.
"Well look who's back!" Ray said with a smirk, sitting up a little; "Scott Summers... Where've you bin? Prof's had his wheel's in a gutter worryin' about ya. Ooh, that was mean," he said to himself. He rarely disrespected Xavier like that, but he was tense and didn't care at the moment.
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Post by Cyclops on Jun 12, 2006 18:52:58 GMT -5
Hearing Ray's sarcastic greeting Scott decided to roll with it. After all, Ray was probably just saying what everyone else had been thinking. "Yeah, I'm sure he did, but Wolverine was there to help him out of it. Besides, a little mansion service time and I'll be in the clear. Unlike Boom-Boom I don't care about having to wax the X-jet." Scott took a seat next to Ray on the bench and stared at the pond.
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Post by Ray on Jun 12, 2006 18:58:38 GMT -5
Ray shrugged; "Gotta agree, waxing that beast beats a training session with Logan," holding the cigarette out he tapped the ashes off with his pinky, then brought it back to inhale; "So seriously, you okay? When the Leader goes MIA, the people tend to panick. I have to admit though, DR sessions have been easier," he added with a smirk.
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Post by Cyclops on Jun 12, 2006 19:05:58 GMT -5
Scott smirked, "Well, expect the pace of the DR sessions to pick up. " He looked across the water for a moment. "I'm fine, just needed to get out of the mansion, its stifling in there sometimes, y'know? I really don't get why they worry so much about where I go. Logan leaves without notice for months and no one looks at him twice. I do it and suddenly something's 'wrong with me'." Scott decided a change in subject was in order, the fewer questions about where he'd been the better. "So how was Kentucky? Hotter than hell?"
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Post by Ray on Jun 12, 2006 19:11:15 GMT -5
"Stifling, yeah," Ray mumbled; "For lack of a better word... You are on such a high pedestal, Scott," Ray said to him; "I don't envy it. That, and you're what, technically the Prof's son? But hey, I get away all the time," he paused; "I don't get into much trouble though..." he shrugged; "Guess it has to do with the past you've got."
At the mentioning of Kentucky, Ray was quiet; "It was hot, yeah," he finally said; "I ran a gauntlet of Guthrie-Brothers for about a week, though. I got to spend a lot of time with Paige though, and that's always cool..." he paused again; "Can't say I miss it much though!" he added with a light laugh.
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Post by Cyclops on Jun 12, 2006 19:19:38 GMT -5
Scott had to think a moment to remember just how many Guthrie-Brothers there were. "Gave you a run for your money, huh? And, yeah, I guess the Prof's like a father to me, I owe him a lot."
Inwardly Scott cursed his boy-scout persona he had spent a lifetime cultivating. He had learned early on that doing what was expected of him got results faster than going around the system and through the back door. Unfortunately that also meant he had no real excuses for going MIA, and for all his storytelling he didn't honestly think everyone believed him 100%. He was Scott Summers, Xavier's golden boy...going missing didn't fit that persona at all, and there was the problem.
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Post by Ray on Jun 12, 2006 19:27:06 GMT -5
Ray just shrugged; "Everyone owes everyone everything," he said; "We just don't realize it soon enough. You don't have to give them an explanation, you know," he said; "I mean, silence is golden, and it gets you in the clear. The Prof doesn't like to 'pry', after all."
He finished his cigarette, and after tossing it at his feet and snuffing it out with his sandal, he pondered getting another out.
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Post by Cyclops on Jun 12, 2006 19:31:44 GMT -5
"I suppose," Scott responded, watching Ray stomp his cigarette into the dirt,"but can you imagine me not having an explanation for where I've been? Prof's head would explode." Sitting there Scott realized this was probably the longest conversation he'd had with Ray, aside from maybe a Danger Room lecture, and those didn't really count. "So do you usually come here to get away from the mansion or is this a one time shot type of thing?"
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Post by Ray on Jun 12, 2006 19:34:46 GMT -5
Ray laughed at the possibilty; "He'd probably wonder if it was his fault," he said; "Then again, change is evolution," he laughed at the pun, but grew quiet at Scott's last question.
"I come here sometimes," he said; "I mean, can't go home, right?" he asked with a dry laugh.
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Post by Cyclops on Jun 12, 2006 19:41:31 GMT -5
"The cops would say you can't stay here, either," Scott laughed. He thought for a moment, from the short silence coming from Ray he figured any conversation about where he went in his freetime might be a bit taboo. "Those power surges getting any better," he asked.
He knew Ray's powers had been evolving, seen it with his own eyes, although in shades of red. He hoped they were getting better. A little voice inside his head told him Apocalypse could help Ray...Scott told the voice to shut up, that he may have made a dumb decision but that didn't mean he had to drag others into it. It was bad enough Kurt had gotten caught in the web.
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Post by Ray on Jun 12, 2006 19:46:16 GMT -5
Ray looked at him with a flat gaze; "Can you take those glasses off?" he asked, tone sullen as his eyes, and he looked away.
"Sorry, but it bugs me," he admitted; "Used to, I had control, ya know? But now, I can take electricity from things. I knocked out streetlamps in Kentucky, when I was mad for being a scapegoat for the millionth time. And I held the energy in my hands," he held his hands out, as if he were doing it again. Then, they fell.
"I dunno, it's getting to be dangerous," he finished. "At least Paige has calmed me down, otherwise Bayville would probably be dark 100 percent of the time," he added lightly with a small smile and shake of his head.
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Post by Cyclops on Jun 12, 2006 19:59:54 GMT -5
Scott tensed when Ray asked him to take off his glasses, he knew the guy forgot about the 'color blind' thing but everyone knew he never took off his shades...at least he didn't until Apocalypse fixed him. "I think we both know what happens when I do," he responded, "but if you'd rather I sit here with my eyes closed I could do that, though I doubt that'll bug you any less."
He mulled over what Ray told him about his power surges. His better judgement told him to let him be, his powers would work themselves out eventually, it was just a milestone he'd have to work through. The little voice that usually told him when he was doing something stupid disagreed. "Ray...if someone could help you, I mean, really help you...would you take it? Even if it meant you'd have to give something up?"
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Post by Ray on Jun 12, 2006 20:04:26 GMT -5
Ray eyed him; "Lemme guess..." he said, rising; "You can take off your shades, can't you?" he asked; "And you want to give me the guy's card? Hmmm..."
For no reason, he looked up at the Institute then. It seemed like no matter where you stood in Bayville, if you could see the horizon, you could turn and see the institute. Now it was black and ominous, there could have been a few lights on, but it was too far away to tell. He thought of the few things he had, but how the little things were the biggest.
"I dunno," Ray said finally,tapping his lip with a finger as his head was lowered in thought. He paused, looked up at Scott; "I don't got a lot to give up, but what I got is too precious for most any cause."
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