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Post by Flame on Aug 2, 2011 23:20:24 GMT -6
The man smiled a bit. "He's usually the one cutting things up. it'll be refreshing." he said with a grin. He was playful. he watched her carefully though, behind the playful words.
"i've been told that before. Still don't believe it. maybe someday." he said softly, his tone calm. He didn't believe he was fit to be an X-men. Maybe someday he'd join SMMO, but not now. He watched her with a slight smile. "if I'd make a good X-men then so would you. Wolverine can do it." he said poking softly. "Good. Good." he said with a slight smirk.
Son. not now dad. the exchange between the two xavier's were... odd. But it was what it was. At least no one could hear them. "It hasn't moved. Believe me. it hasn't." he said softly, his voice smooth.
He felt the storm, and he turned his face towards it as well. He took a deep breath. "Smells... like rain.' his voice was soft, to soft for normal ears to hear. But she wasn't normal was she? He glanced at her. "I have an apparentment. you could crash there. It's big enough for the two of us. Even have an extra bedroom."
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Post by Laura 'X-23' Kinney on Aug 3, 2011 13:21:03 GMT -6
  
She was surprised enough by Mal's comment that it drew a unexpected burst of bright laughter from her lips. He had her there - if Wolverine could be a X-men, that sorta opened it up for almost anyone didn't it? Unless he had changed since the last time she'd crossed claws with the man, Wolverine was independent and free spirit. Not exactly a 'team player' but you never knew. "True... but I don't think anyone needs two of us in the same place, or on the same team, for very long, do you?"
She processed his words, wondering if she could find her way back to the Mutant School she had first encountered Wolverine; she'd done her best to forget it existed. Now... if she wanted to keep her word to Malcolm, she would have to remember. She gave a muted sigh, maybe she could look them up in the phonebook....
Malcolm's offer though totally shocked her. It showed in her face as she turned to look back at him; she had planned to find a room in the rotten hotel on who's roof the pair stood. She could understand standing and talking with a stranger that would knew someone in common with... but taking them home with you? Malcolm was his own worse enemy; too trusting to Laura's eyes.
Still - a real bed and a chance of a warm water shower were strong lures to a girl who'd been on the run for the better part of the last few years. She wasn't filthy, but she wasn't at her best either. What was the harm in accepting the room - at least for one night? She could take off tomorrow if it got too weird. "You sure you want to do that? I mean - you know what I can do; you know Wolverine. You don't have some girlfriend thats gonna accuse me of 'moving in on her man' or something, right?"
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STATUS! complete
TAGS! X-23
NOTES! Open to Anyone
INSPIRATION! --
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
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LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade
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Post by Flame on Aug 12, 2011 10:14:58 GMT -6
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Post by Laura 'X-23' Kinney on Aug 13, 2011 1:25:53 GMT -6
She was surprised enough by Mal's comment that it drew a unexpected burst of bright laughter from her lips. He had there - if Wolverine could be a X-men, that sorta opened it up for almost anyone didn't it? Unless he had changed since the last time she'd crossed claws with the man, Wolverine was independent and free spirit. Not exactly a 'team player' but you never knew. "True... but I don't think anyone needs two of us in the same place, or on the same team, for very long, do you?"
Her and Wolverine? Work as a team? The thought was so bizarre to her she had problems wrapping her brain around it. She'd been pretty much trained to work solo - but she couldn't help thinking it would be kind of fun. She'd only seen Wolverine in action against herself... would be alot more fun to watch him fighting someone else.
As Malcolm closed the distance to her, Laura held her ground. She inhaled deeply when he got close, taking in his scent - something about it was familiar, but she wasn't exactly sure what. Something in the back of her memory.. it was there for a moment, then slipped away. She couldn't help but return the smile.... she wanted to trust him, and something in her told him to, but at the same time, she wasn't so sure.
New York had a better part of town? Laura highly doubted it. But... A real bed was a great lure. Better then sharing a run down building with a bunch of drunks and druggies. She followed him without a sound, still a bit unsure about the man that seemed to know Wolverine and wanted to help her - but again, she really didn't have much choice. And, to tell the truth, she was tired of running.
She watched Mal float to the next roof and chuckled, shouldering the backsack over both shoulders as if to make sure not to lose it. "No.. I'm sure that smile gets you into a fair amount of trouble. And gets up noticed by plenty of the opposite gender."
[/b]She backed up a few paces, then leapt after him to the next roof. Laura landed gently in a crouch, then stood to look at Mal again. "Maybe, Blueeyes, you just haven't found the right one to catch your attention."[/size] [/center] WORDS! 320 w/o coding
STATUS! complete
TAGS! Mal
NOTES! Open to Anyone
INSPIRATION! --
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade
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Post by Flame on Aug 16, 2011 11:54:39 GMT -6
   The blond stayed calm as he watched her, his eyes curious, but not to much. He’d wait. He could see many different ways this could go. And he’d do his best to get her to Storm, and Logan. He had his own reasons for not joining, the least was that he wasn’t sure he could… but there were other’s. Simple things, like what would people expect of him? Would they see the last name and expect Charles Xavier, instead of Malcolm? Just little things like that. He’d decide at another time, for now, Shadow Mind was willing to wait.
Her voice brought laughter to his face. ”Why Thank you. I was trying to be humble.” he said with a chuckle. He followed her before landing on the ground, and walking, though much faster than a normal human towards queens. He arched an eyebrow. ”Or maybe I’m not in the market either.” he said with a slight smirk before he put his mind to getting home. Which was easy.
It took maybe ten minutes, at his fast clip to get to his apartment building. He waited for her, then slipped inside, nodded to the receptionist, and headed for the elevator. ”She’s with me Ralph. Let her in to.”[/b It was a nice building, old and worn, but it felt like home. AT least to him it did. He stopped and eyed the stairs. Yep. He headed up them got to the third floor and headed for his door. He grabbed his keys and with practiced movements let himself and his friend in. With out a thought he flicked his hand up and all of the lights came on, rather dramatically. ”Welcome to my Abode. Or what there is of it. Kitchen right there, living room there, yes I’m a gamer, how can I not be when I know Victoria Crane? And the bathroom is down that hall second door on the right. The room you’ll be using is the first one on the right. It’s bare, but then again I don’t use it.” he said pointing everything out. So it was a bachelor pad, but it wasn’t bad. Only a few dishes where they shouldn’t be, and clothes, and there was a towel near the sliding glass door that opened into a balcony. Mahogany, and white were the main colors, though it seemed that his mother may have been the one to design the condo.
”I said I had a nice place. I bought it, my mom decided that she needed to design it. Haven’t changed it since she died. Though I like it. Um… I’m gonna make Dinner, if you want anything in particular just tell me.” he said with a smile, tossing his bag on one of the nice tables as if it was not so nice, and heading for the kitchen, grabbing the soap and starting to wash his hands. The kitchen was clean. Which was odd if you thought about it. He did have mannars and his mom seemed to have rubbed off on him. HEY he liked clean. Then he didn’t have to worry about anything. [/blockquote]  [/center] Word Count: Dun care…
Notes: Click the Photo Gallary It’s pretty. And yes I’m bad. XD. Mal wanted to impress her.
Attire: To lazy
Status: Compleate
Muse: wrapped in your arms Fireflight
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Lyrics By: 30 Seconds to Mars A Beautiful Lie
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Post by Laura 'X-23' Kinney on Aug 22, 2011 19:37:34 GMT -6
Laura grinned, wider and a little more trusting. Not in the market? She wasn't going to to say Malcolm struck her has a player, but she doubted that he was never not looking at the options with anyone. "Touche'." She kept the pace with him quite easily - it wasn't too fast, but swift enough that they covered the distance to his home with little effort.
She hadn't known what to expect, but the apartment building they came up wasn't it. It was a fine place, way out of anything Laura herself could have afforded; she was a little hesitant to follow him into the lobby. Only when he commented to the receptionist sitting behind the desk that she was 'with' him did Laura force herself to follow him into the elevator. She felt... a little warm, nervous, and out of place as she stood in the quiet of the car.
Doubting the choice to follow Mal home, she drifted like a little shadow out only the third floor, glancing around as he unlocked the door to let them in. She smiled slightly, following him into the apartment cautiously as he pointed out the features of his home. It... was a really nice place. Way nicer then what she expected for a college student - he had to have more money then working at a fast food joint job.
"Its... very nice." She wasn't really sure what to say. He seemed proud of it - and he had ever right to be. Its was gorgeous, Laura wasn't sure how to put it into words - she watched him for a moment as he busied himself in the kitchen, then ghosted down the hall into the room he had offered her. She needed to process this....
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STATUS! complete
TAGS! Mal
NOTES! Sorry - a little stiff muse wise.
INSPIRATION! --
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade
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Post by Flame on Aug 22, 2011 21:34:30 GMT -6
Mal hummed along as he made some chicken and rice, a salad and cutting up bread that he’d baught the day before. He was humming non-sence, but that was Malcolm for you. He was happy. At least usually. He made sure there was enough for at least three people, something his mother had taught him. Always cook for more than is in the house, you never know when you’ll have a guest. He really missed his mother, he had been a bit of a momma’s boy, if only because he’d mainly dealt with his mother as a kid, and she’d been great.
He stopped for a moment as the food finished, thinking about the blond woman, with her bright eyes, and flashing smile. She was a whirlwind of a woman, managing to keep a very promiscuous child, and a career as a fashion designer, and a house, and everything else, including the fact that her son was a mutant. AND Charles Xavier. Suddenly the smell caught his attention and he grabbed the food, plates, and set it up. ”Ah… Laura! Dinner’s ready if you want it!” he called. There was nothing romantic about the meal, just something to eat. He did have a good heart. [/blockquote] [/center] [/color] It’s pretty. And yes I’m bad. XD. Mal wanted to impress her. Attire: To lazy Status: Compleate Muse: wrapped in your arms FireflightPic By: Google, Alex Pettyfer Lyrics By: 30 Seconds to Mars A Beautiful LieTemplate By: ARRO FROM CAUTION 2.0!![/size][/left] |
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Post by Laura 'X-23' Kinney on Aug 29, 2011 23:25:52 GMT -6
Leaving him to cook, Laura stalked down the hall toward the room he had offered her. She was keenly aware of the smells of the apartment; not just the cooking in the kitchen either. Smells of Mal's laundry soap, the smells of the house itself. He had flowers someplace; potted, not cut; she could smell the damp dirt. Probably on the balcony? Maybe.
Palm against the door, Laura stepped into the empty bedroom. It was nice - empty, but nice. A fairly nice sized bed, a dresser, a pair of side tables, a solo lamp on one of them... still better then some of the hotels she'd stayed in. Dropping her bag on the foot of the bed, she expected the rest of the room out of habit. Opening the drawers of the dresser, inspecting the inside of the closet.
She didn't expect to find anything, but it was a habit she couldn't or wouldn't break. Once she felt the place was 'safe', she began to take stock. She was well aware she hadn't been in a shower for about a week; she'd had a dunk in a cold fountain a day or so ago to feel 'human' but other then that. Knowing dinner would take a little to cook, she felt the need to get a little cleaner. Unzipping her bag, she hunted threw its inner for a set of clean clothes.
The bag would have probably alarmed alot of people - everything inside was in big, gallon zip-lock bags; sets of clothing, papers, toiletries - all in sealed bags. Laura had her reasons though. One, it kept it all dry; two, it kept it neat and kept the odors of old clothing from soaking into clean, and three - it was quicker to get dressed when you just had to grab a baggie and it had a full outfit in it already.
Laura fished out a bag of clean cloths and the bag of her washing stuff. Taking the time to shrug out of the jacket and step out of her shoes, she padded out of 'her' new room and into the bathroom. She closed the door once inside, she could hear Malcolm in the kitchen, thinking how strange it was that he was so trusting... but then, since he was a telepath or something close, he could be using that to judge her.
Wondering absently if she passed his judgement, she flipped the lock on bathroom lock into place and undid her belt. She slipped out of the dirt clothing with a grimace - if you thought dirty socks smelled, you should sniff them with heightened senses. Yuck!
The shower was quick - mostly because she knew Mal was cooking and didn't want to be a bad guest by making him wait. She used her own stuff from her bag, not wanting to take advantage of Malcolm's hospitality. Plus, like alot of 'normal' people, his selection of shampoos and washes smelled like flowers or honey or lilac... hers had very little odor; nothing to give her away.
She towel dried quickly, donned the pale blue undies and bra quickly; then pulling on the clean but worn jeans and pale grey tanktop. She folded the dirty clothing up and tucked them into the bag that the new, clean ones had come out from and sealed the top. Wrapping her hair in the towel, she collected her things and popped the lock on the door; opening it, she stepped into the hall just in time to hear Mal's call to Dinner.
"I'll be right out, Mal."
[/b]She crossed quickly into the bedroom, tossing the sealed baggy back into her duffle. She looked at the clean socks in her hand, then tossed them onto the bed. She used the towel to rough dry her hair - just enough to take the majority of the water out of her black mane. Barefooted, Laura padded back to the bathroom to hang the towel back up, then wandered out toward the the smells of food. Fingers carved threw her hair, taming down the damp, ebony tresses to appear a little less wild. Her locket, which she hadn't taken off at all, bounced against her collarbone as she padded into Mal's view. She inhaled, then shot him a smile as she green eyes glittered a little. "Smells good - I'll have to admit this is the first thing I've had in three weeks that isn't off a dollar menu."[/size] [/center] WORDS! Scared to count
STATUS! complete
TAGS! Mal
NOTES! *snickers* sorry, long. But FUN. There you go, Mal... you asked for it.
INSPIRATION! Stand by Jewel
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade
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Post by Flame on Aug 31, 2011 0:19:07 GMT -6
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Post by Laura 'X-23' Kinney on Aug 31, 2011 20:48:56 GMT -6
Laura gave him a smile, thinking it was a little funny for him to have such a nice apartment but using plastic silverware. Still, the excuse seemed plausible. The food smelled wonderful, making her stomach remind her how long it was since she had eaten something that was freshly cooked and not greasy.
Dishing her own plate up, she collected her spork and drifted after him. He was... so relaxed it was weird for her; she wasn't sure she was used to people treating her so normal. She dropped with boneless grace to sit indian-style on the floor, quite comfortable on his soft carpet. Holding the plate on her lap, she tucked a damp strand of hair behind her ear and took a bite.
It was warm and wonderful. Perfect, she was very glad she had accepted his offer to crash with him. She swallowed the bite as he asked her about the room, nodding. "Its nice; better because its clean and the windows are all there. And warm." She took another bite, chewing and swallowing it before looking up at Mal.
"So, do you normally bring total strangers home with you, or am I just a lucky one?"
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TAGS! Mal
NOTES! Open to Anyone
INSPIRATION! --
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade
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Post by Flame on Sept 1, 2011 14:08:46 GMT -6
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Post by Laura 'X-23' Kinney on Sept 3, 2011 5:45:33 GMT -6
"Cooking is a good skill. I worked in a little shop in Chinatown for a few months, its about all the skills I have with a kitchen, sadly. Cooking wasn't a skill that the people that made me deemed 'important' in my future."
[/color]She didn't seem bothered by the conversation, taking several bites as Malcolm talked. She reminded herself that she wasn't on the street, she didn't need to rush the meal. It was nice to just be able to sit and enjoy the food, to taste the seasonings and skill in its cooking. It had been a while. Bright green eyes regarded him over her plate, watching his face and motions for any hints he was lying to her. She didn't smell it - normally people gave off certain smells when they lied. Either he was just blunt honest or very accustom to lying. Looking at him, she leaned more to the first. She chewed the bit she had in her mouth, swallowing and tilting her head peer up at him threw a few stray strands of damp coal toned hair. "Well, I hope me being here won't upset any plans you have to have any guests. I would hate to be in the way." [/b]She said it matter of fact like, honestly. She wasn't offended - one nighters weren't a unusual thing. She had history along the same steps, in a way. She took another bite, vowing not to be in the way of Malcolm's life if she could help it. [/size] [/center] WORDS! --
STATUS! complete
TAGS! Mal
NOTES! --
INSPIRATION! --
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade
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Post by Flame on Sept 3, 2011 13:08:06 GMT -6
Mal chuckled. ”My mother made sure I was well rounded, everything from football to ball room dancing, though I wasn’t aloud to use my powers in football. It was a very busy childhood for me… probably why I do crazy stuff now.” he thought about her last words there. Important. ”Well, what was important and what is are two different things. My dad would say that you shouldn’t let your life get away with you. Well ok he’d be more official than that, but still the gist is, don’t act as if the world controls you, do what you want to do.” he said with a grin, icey blue eyes watching her.
His blond hair flopped into his eyes as he ate some more. He looked up again. ”You won’t be. I haven’t been out and about for the last month, mainly because Captain Rogue Eagle asked me to be a good boy for a bit. Not sure why, but what the Captain says you do. She’s cool. You’ll like her I think when you meet her. She’s a pyro, and self healer, like you and logan. I’ve always wanted that power, but alas, I must be mortal.” the last part was said with the back of his hand against his forhead, in mock sorrow. The fork stuck out at an odd angle. And his eyes were closed, but the ‘sad’ look on his face was ruined by the twitching of his lips.
[/blockquote] [/center] Word Count: Dun care…
Notes: He he.
Attire: To lazy
Status: Compleate
Muse: wrapped in your arms Fireflight
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Post by Laura 'X-23' Kinney on Sept 4, 2011 0:18:22 GMT -6
She was a little jealous as he talked - sounded like a full childhood. A childhood, something she hadn't really had. She continued to eat as she spoke, taking in everything Malcolm said. It wasn't that she hadn't had a busy childhood - it just wasn't much of a childhood. She hadn't known that she was allowed to have fun, to smile - to cry, until Wolverine had explained to her she was allowed to. It was been strange.
He comments about 'Rogue Eagle' brought a laugh from the girl seated on his floor. She pushed the hair back out of her face, arching a eyebrow at him. "You make her sound like your boss, Malcolm. Do you work for her or something?"Pushing a little of the rice around her plate, she pinned him with a look. "Why would it be important for me to like her, Mal? Something you aren't telling me?"
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INSPIRATION! --
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade
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Post by Flame on Sept 4, 2011 0:32:24 GMT -6
 Mal shook his head. ”No. I just respect her a helluva lot. She’s like a big sister to me. Even if we’ve only known each other seven years or so. You’ll understand. Though she does come off bossy, I guess that’s what she gets for being a captain in the Air Force, and part of a mutant opporation. She’s got plans. Mutant Branch, or what ever she’s gonna call it. Mainly mutants, and hopefully one day, fully mutant run. She’d like that I know.” he said half paying attention as he finished his food. He put the plate on the floor and chuckled when she spoke again.
”Oh no no no. I’m not gonna fall for that one. You’ll know why when you meet her. And believe me you will deal with her more than a little.” he said with a grin. He stood up grabbing his plate and bringing it to the kitchen, and placed it in the sink. ”And anyways, I want people I like to like other people I like. It’s like my dad. He was always trying to get everyone to realize they were the same. Smart guy, but yeah. I seemed to have gained that particular need to have harmony. Though I’m not zen or anything. Never took karate or what not, just kind of… know how to read body language and your serface thoughts so I can block, or dodge. It’s very… odd. Believe me.” so what if he was changing the subject? He’d have her meet Tori some other time.
”Now. Do you like Ice Cream? I’ve got some here, and sprinkles, and chocolate syrup, and nuts… hm, didn’t know I had those. I’ve got Double Chocolate Chunk, Vanilla, French Vanilla, and Rocky Road, don’t know why I have the last one, something about nuts and chocolate just… don’t work for me.” He babbled slightly as he moved around, enjoying himself.
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Notes: He he.
Attire: To lazy
Status: Compleate
Muse: wrapped in your arms Fireflight
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Lyrics By: 30 Seconds to Mars A Beautiful Lie
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