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Post by Xanthia Galtrien on Aug 4, 2011 16:25:09 GMT -6
She had managed to board a plane, quite how she had managed it was another question completely. Escaping to the USA, finding herself in New York City, her mind still reeeling from the recent development. Sure, she had been checked at the airport, a few people saw her for what she was now but they had let her go. Probably happy to have her ou to fthe country. Even she knew that some parts of the UK were not welcoming to mutants. Shivering, she drew her arms around herself, pressing the baggy combat stile tight around her lithe frame. Her limbs seeming to swell as her body ached heavily. Sleep... Food. Her mind cried at her, sending her searching the streets for somewhere open at this ungodly time of the night. Subway. Excellent. Xan's pace changed as she ran for the little shop, her nose picking up the different smells, tomato sauce... bacon, chicken and chili with the smell fo fresh bread still lingering, hermouth began to fill with saliva. Ordering the meatiest subway she could get, she stood in the corner and devoured the subway, only pausing to lap the juice from her fingers. Sure she was stared out, but who cared. She was hungry damnit! Her stomach rolling over the food that filled it and she sighed blissfully. THat hit the spot, a good meaty subway, it sovled everything. Lifting a hand to rub her nose, her fingers brushed over the boney plate and froze in place.
Ah... there was still an issue. She looked like a complete freak and had just ran from her hotel. Sighing, 'Damn... natural one on my intelligence check.' She thought to herself before heading out to find a cash point. Another thought crossed her mind, would ATMs here even accept UK based cards? Her hand moved from her face to her neck, and paused again. Scowling, the plating was on her neck as well?! Man... this was turning out to be one really day. First she changed into a person with wings and boney plates on her nose. On the plane over, she had sneezed and ended up burning a sandiwch she had ordered from the trolley, causing several peopleto freak. She had ended up spending the rest of the flight in the bath before escaping the plane as soon as possible. Running fingers through her hair, she wandered down the streets, dreaming of finding a place where she could show herself without being scorned at. THat was a new daydream, but considering what had happened... it wasn't surprising. Humming away, she clambered onto a wall, walking along the thin line, her wings pushing against her jacket ot try and balance her. Xan grumbled, she wanted to stretch them out, they felt like she had cramped a muscle in there... but it was too public.. afterall she was in a strange place, where she knew no one and she looked like something out of a circus freak show act.
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Post by Laura 'X-23' Kinney on Aug 8, 2011 13:53:58 GMT -6
   Laura had watched the girl from a distance; she stuck out, even for New York. She seemed to alternated between lost and distracted, wandering like a crazy person. Normally, those things by themselves didn't warrant attention - it was a basic 'street person' style that Laura herself sometimes used to blend into groups. But one, this girl wasn't acting, and two, well....
She smelled funny. Probably not to the normal folks that walked by her, but she smelled so to Laura. Her heightened senses collected many things, the smell of burned char and sulfer flowed around the girl likes a cloud. It wasn't a smell most humans had, unless they were just out of a house fire. Or maybe a firefighter. The girl didn't look like a firefighter thought.
Laura continued to ghost after her, mostly killing time till Malcolm was free again; unlike her, he had things that ate up the hours in his day. College and the S.M.M.O. who she had yet to meet, thankfully. She could have stated in the apartment while he was out - it wasn't like he said she had to leave. She just got bored. And it wasn't like the man couldn't find her - a little unnerving for Laura, but she was getting used to it.
Stopping to by a hot pretzel from a street vender, Laura could see the girl out of the corner of her eye. The stranger scrambled up a wall and settling on top of it. Oh yes... seriously not local. She paid for her treat and nodded her thanks to the man, wandering a little close to the girl as Laura browsed a nearby newpaper stand.
The little clone was not a maternal person; she just didn't know what to do. The girl was distressed and not local, that much was clear. Part of Laura's mind screamed to cut and run; this girl was gonna start to draw attention and Laura might get caught in the mess.
For now... Laura would simply watch her and wait for Malcolm to let her know he was home. Maybe he'd have a clue what to do.
 WORDS! words
STATUS! complete
TAGS! Xan (and Malcolm is he wants)
NOTES! feeling out the thread
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
Pic By PIC CREDIT GOES HERE
LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade
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Post by Xanthia Galtrien on Aug 8, 2011 14:56:09 GMT -6
Careful steps moved her slowly along the wall, the familiar tickle niggling at her nose before a vigous shake of her head nearly knocked her off the wall. Regaining her balance, she cast her eyes upward, peering between the skyscrapers towards the clouds. Giving a shiver, she felt the familiar burn, the familiar dream of reaching out to touch those clouds...
Breakinginto a sprint, she ran along the wall-her jackets forced to tighter by her wings as they tried to stretch out to balance her befor ehse leapt off the wall and down a small alleyway. she needed to get off the streets, with people's eyes watching her, even a few whispers passing their lips. Xan at least had the sense to move away, she wasn't looking for trouble.. although it had a nasty habit of finding her. Glancing out behind her, she wanted to make sure she wasn't being watched before she tried for the skies.
Exhaling softly, she shifted her jacket-letting her wings stretch as she remained semi hidden by shadow, with a soft grunt she stretched more, feeling the muscles tighten before she yawned and relaxed, her wings disappearing back under her jacket. That eased it, casting a gaze around, she had the unerving feeling that she was being followed.
"Hello, anyone there?" [/color] She poke out, her heavy british accent vibrating heaviyl in her throat.[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Laura 'X-23' Kinney on Aug 8, 2011 15:10:38 GMT -6
The strange girl took off; Laura let her go. Rule number one in the assassins handbook - never chase a target. It gives away your location. She wasn't all that interested in the girl to go pelting after her like that. If the stranger was trying to 'blend', Laura felt she was doing a pretty poor job of it.
Munching on a bit of her pretzel, Laura instead continued to read the headlines on the papers. Alot on the Mutant Right Act, some chaos in Russia. Not much else interesting, which was good, Laura figured. It could have been murders and riots.
After five or so minutes, Laura turned and wandered down the street in the direction the girl had ran. Laura hadn't seen anyone take chase after her, so she wasn't sure why the woman had run off at all. Laura could track her easy - the wind was good and she has a distinct scene to her.
Still, Laura didn't make it obvious she was following. She stopped breifly to toss the wrapper of her pretzal into a trashcan, then flipped the hood of her dark green hoodie up over her black hair. She inhaled the breeze casually, catching the odor of the woman. Then, hands in the pockets of her dark colored jeans, she started wandering down the sidewalk.
WORDS! words
STATUS! complete
TAGS! Xan (and Malcolm is he wants)
NOTES! feeling out the thread
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
Pic By PIC CREDIT GOES HERE
LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade
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Post by Xanthia Galtrien on Aug 10, 2011 14:03:52 GMT -6
She waited a few moments before exhaling sharply, wrinklign her own nose at the smell of sulphur that passed her lips. running a hand through her hair, she relaxed and looked up to the skies above. How tempting it was to join those clouds that wandered idly past... without a care in the world, they didn't have to worry about people thought, and worry what dangers lurked just around the corner. They would just continue their timeless journey across the skies. Snffing, she paused, the sunlight catchig her eyes, although this she did not fight and a distinct squeak, she sneezed bringing forth a small column of flame that singed one of the trash bags.
"Damnit." [/color] She uttered softly, moving from the smokey mark towards the street, heading for the nearby motorway bridge. Perhaps that could be used a lift point to see if these things that rested on her back would lift her into the skies, if not... well it saved someone else the trouble. The fall should kill her so at least she wouldn't worry anyone else. It wasn't like her family really cared, hell they never bothered to call, so why should she give a damn what they thought. For a relatively warm day, the bridge she had located was oddly deserted but that suited her needs fine. Clambering onto the edge, she stood and gazed down into the kurky waters below before she swayed unsteadily, the wind catching loose strands of hair and tossing them idly in the air. Even the wind taunted her. CLosing her eyes, she breathed in quietly, taking everything in, the smell... the sound, the feel of the wind on her back. After a few minutes, she carefulyl stripped her jacket off, the fragile looking wings slowly stretched out, the skin between the finger apendages lost its creases as they took the wind. Giving a sharp cough, she brought up a small amount of white gunk that tasted similiar to milk. Within seconds, she dropped backwards onto the pavement, her hands grasping the rail and she threw up more of the white gunk that for some unknown reason made her feel lighter. Although she wasn't sure if there was due to hysteria or her being sick was having todo with it. sure she had been sick before before it never made her kilograms lighter before... instead of being panicked, a strange sense of relief overflowed her, like she had waited her whole life to bring up that white gunk. [/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Laura 'X-23' Kinney on Aug 10, 2011 21:17:25 GMT -6
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The wind shifted, carrying the girl's unique mix of scents to Laura. She smiled, taking a deep breath just to make sure. It was a good way to kill the afternoon; plus the other girl seemed very out of her element. Waiting for the red light, Laura slipped between the halted traffic swiftly and leap up onto the sidewalk on the right side of the street.
She tracked the girl as best she could - the smells of the city were like drowning in the odors; pulling one from the mess was a challenge. She followed her nose into an alley, the acidic odor of burnt plastic drawing her for a moment. The trash-bag was melted a little - strange. The smell of the girl was strong neat it - Laura sprinted noiselessly down the passway and into the open.
Laura lost track of time; focusing on the 'hunt'. She should have doubled back, headed for the apartment - she hadn't really left any note to let Malcolm know she was going to be gone so long. Still... like a bloodhound or a tiger, she couldn't just turn around and let it go. She moved swiftly, silently - staying close to trees and buildings as she followed in the unknown woman's wake.
When she found her, Laura didn't get too close. From a distance, she watched the girl drop off the jacket. It wasn't the first time she'd seen someone with wings - but never ones like the girl's. Laura was more a custom to 'feathered' ones; as the girl seemed to get sick and climb down off the bridge's lip, Laura closed the gap a bit more.
"You alright?" Laura almost kicked herself for speaking; with her luck, the winged girl would panic and jump - and she would be left to explain to Malcolm how she had made some girl commit suicide. Hood of her hoodie still up, Laura watched the girl with bright green eyes from its shaded shadow.
WORDS! words
STATUS! complete
TAGS! Xan (and Malcolm is he wants)
NOTES! feeling out the thread
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
Pic By PIC CREDIT GOES HERE
LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade
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