Looking for Maron's room(Maron)

[cartertcat]

After about fifteen minuets of searching, Art had acquired two skills. First, always knock. And second, run like hell. Wicked had been no help what's so ever. Not even in pointing him in the right direction. He'd had enough near death experiences to last him a lifetime.

He turned down a corridor, seeing a plain black door with peeling paint. Well, it could have been another color, but it was so dark at the moment it was hard to distinguish colors. Biting his lip, he approached the door. He knocked four times on the door and took two steps back.

"Please don't kill me, please don't kill me," Phoenix kept saying. He had no idea who was behind the door. Hopefully they would hear him and decide not to kill him. But that was probably only if he was extremely lucky. He looked down towards the ground, hands behind his look.

As of now, that was an extremely cute pose. He looked ready for war with his commando boots, all black clothing and black cap. Not to mention the speckles of dirt on his face. It made him look like a soldier. His hair had gone back to its straight, punk style and just below his chin. It was also black.

What were the chances of this being Maron's room? High? He'd almost been killed numerous times, so he had to be narrowing down the doors. He was praying in his mind that this was her room and she would answer the door.

[maron]

If Maron had known of Phoenix's.. adventure to find her room, she might have gone to help the poor guy. She knew how the Runaways could be. Most of them were short tempered in some way or another, not to mention they all liked their privacy. A lot.

She was holed up in her room, like Wicked had predicted. The room was painted a lime green, with posters of her favorite bands on the walls. One, large, white bookshelf sat in one corner, completely filled to capacity, with several more stacks of books in front of it. It wasn't that hard to figure out what Maron did with most of her free time... Her bed was simple, with a dresser next to it and obscuring the bed from view. On the desk lay a laptop, shut, and a Ipod doc, that was on. Blasting what sounded like a movie soundtrack or something else. And Maron? She sat in the chair, which she had pulled to the center of the room, and was staring at the ceiling.

"Come in." Was all she said when she heard knocks on the door. It was probably Wicked anyway, coming to chew her out for losing Xenthron's bike... That or it was Xenthron, who had somehow found out about his missing bike...

[cartertcat]

"I take it you like to read?" Phoenix asked, poking his head in through the door. Followed by the rest of his body. Being six three, he literally had to duck his head under the top of the door frame. Though some how he managed to make it seem graceful.

He looked around the room. The only description that he could think of was that it seemed very much like Maron. He too, loved reading. Even though he could only read one book at a time. Due to his terrible multi-tasking skills. That hadn't helped when he'd had multiple book reports at the institute.

Art closed the door behind him, leaning up against the wall. "Wicked is cheery..." he said, looking over his shoulder. It seemed like that women had a knack for appearing out of no where.

[maron]

Maron smiled a little. So it was Phoenix. She almost let out a sigh of relief. She had escaped a firm scolding for now. For how long though... Well, no one knew. Wicked was rather unpredictable... And Xenthron was probably to busy to come after her just yet. "Nothing else I can really do." She spun the chair, for no reason then she could. "You got a good look around, didn't you? Not really a place you can find a whole lot to do."

She frowned when he mentioned Phoenix, almost scowling. "Yeah, that's Wicked for you. A bundle of joy she is." She paused. "And this was one of her good days. You should see her when she's mad or something." Maron shuddered. Wicked having a bad day was utterly terrifying.

[cartertcat]

"I got a better look around then I would have liked," Art said, plopping down onto her bed. He no knew why Maron hated this place. Well maybe with everything that had happened, they could go out more often. After everything that had happened, it was clear that Phoenix was going to be there when danger was near by.

"So this was a good day for her? She seems sorta, moody. I can see why you stay in here so often." he pulled off his hat. Most people would think for someone with hair like Arts, it would make him look like a slob when he had hat head. Though that was not the case. It actually looked good on him.

"But maybe if I'm here, it wont be so boring... just a thought," Phoenix shrugged, flashing a crooked smile. Taking a second glance at the room, it seemed cozy.

[maron]

Maron just kept spinning on the chair, her gaze never leaving the ceiling. Even with her gaze so far from Phoenix he'd notice that unnatural molten glow her eyes gave off. He was probably used to it now though. "Yeah. I can imagine. People like their privacy here. And if you disturb it, everyone wants to rip your head off."

Well, maybe not rip your head off, but they'll certainly give you a dang good beating.

Then, Maron was laughing, spinning and laughing. "Oh yeah. You notice that playful, evil grin, she has? That's how you know how her day's been. She doesn't do anything to crazy on good days. When things are bad though, she gives you a sadistic look. You don't do what she says on the first time then, well, Zoltin stays close to her then. She can get a little... aggressive. Zoltin is the only guy Wicked won't hurt." She paused. "You saw what she could do right? Changes everything she touches to a different element? Well, that includes skin." Maron shuddered. She'd only seen Wicked do it once, when a trespasser had been hanging out around on their land, stalking one of the Runaways. She'd never forget what happened.

Smiling again, stopped her spinning, so dizzy she just about sent herself tumbling out of the chair. "Woah...." She shook her head, trying to get it to pass quicker. "Oh, it'll be more fun."

[cartertcat]

"Well note to self. Don't invade privacy and steer clear of Wicked..." Art said, chuckling. He extended his strong arm outward, pulling her up wards. He was laughing now to.

"Well exciting certainly sounds fun," he said, realizing the closeness between them once again. They had a bad habit of almost dieing and a good one which was that they were always close to each other. Like magnets.

It was crazy. In the short time that they'd known each other it was like the earth revolved around each of them. Even though that did sound very cheesy. It was really late now. Even with the lights on it still seemed dim.

[maron]

Chuckling, Maron nodded, waiting for the dizziness to pass. "Yeah. As much as possible. She likes to torment everyone." New comers weren't the only ones Wicked picked on, as Phoenix had witnessed first hand as Wicked went after Nessa.

She squeaked a little when he pulled her out of the chair and towards him. Oh, that didn't exactly help her dizziness! "To much movement..." She felt like falling over, like was expected of someone that had been spinning in a computer chair. She didn't look green, exactly, but it was obvious she was rather disoriented. Enough she barely enough noticed the small distance between them.

[cartertcat]

It looked like Maron was drunk. The slightly paler tint to her and the way she couldn't control her movements. Art couldn't help but laugh.

He planted his hands firmly on her shoulders. just like he had before when she was having a melt down. A small smile spread across his face. "Gravity is a funny thing," he told her. Even though he was pretty much being eaten alive by guilt, Maron made him forget all about that.

That takes skill. Phoenix had a problem with guilt and blame. Both tied in together obviously. So blaming himself caused double the amount of guilt it would for anyone else. Now in his mind though, it really was his fault.

He ran his fingers through his hair, about to say something. A crack of lightning was sent tearing through the calm night sky. What the hell? Maybe some weather Mutant? Still though, it made Phoenix jump.

"There was a spider...?" he said, lieing so weakly that it was pretty much meant to be seen through. This made him laugh again. Damn, how could he not laugh or smile around Maron?

[maron]

"Yeeeaaaah... Well, I don't like gravity. It causes motion sickness. Or something like that..." Maron smiled a little, the world slowing in it's nauseating rotations. Thank God... Didn't mean she did feel back at a hundred percent though. Deciding the best idea would be to just stay still and let it all calm down, she sat on the floor next to him, resting her forehead against the mattress to the left of Phoenix.

A few moments passed, and Phoenix probably jumped, soon followed by a crack of thunder. She slowly grinned. It was nice to know he wasn't completely fearless. "Oh. A spider. What kind?" She chuckled, shaking her head a little against the mattress. "That's the weather for you. Up here, it's pretty unpredictable. To much mutant influence." It was no secret that mutants often holed up in Canada. So, there was bound to be one or two weather witches or warlocks about.

[cartertcat]

"The big...black kind of spider," Art said, hanging his head and laughing. There was no way he would let Maron see him blush again. Well, not before he saw her blush first. The truth was that thunder and lightning storms absolutely terrified him.

He reached into his pocket, skillfully popping the top to his pain killers with on hand. The invisible cuts lacing his arms and legs were painful enough to make him pass out. Swallowing four pills which he hoped Maron hadn't seen, he spoke.

"Who said anything about the weather.... I'm so used to storms," Phoenix rolled his eyes in a playful, joking way. He'd tried getting this past Storm of the x-men. You could imagine how that went, though his manner of speaking wasn't so flirtatious then.

[maron]

Maron laughed against the sheets. "Oh. A big black spider." She was smiling, though the emotion couldn't be seen through the sheets. "Well, I guess I'll be the brave one of the two of us and go squash it before it attacks you." Just to prove her point, she rolled to her feet, finally to walk on both feet with out toppling over from dizziness. "Okay, where's the spider." She was grinning like a fool.

She didn't notice his pill popping. If she had though, she wouldn't have thought much of it. He did cut himself to use his power. So obviously he would be in pain quite often.

[cartertcat]

"Oh umm.... I think it crawled on me, oh no!" Art said pretending to be shocked and afraid. The lightning and thunder in the back round seemed to help his acting skills. Suttle attempts at flirting had worked a while ago but he hadn't meant to make this seem so obvious.

Chuckling at his own choice of words he looked down. So basically him saying the spider crawled onto my face" was more like "should we make out now?". Of coarse he could just play it off like the spider had actually 'crawled' onto him.

[maron]

Maron was laughing, turning back to look at Phoenix, her eyes barely averted from his face to avoid his gaze. How hard this relationship was, to never be able to look him in the eyes. She knew his eyes were bright blue, like he'd said, but she didn't know that for herself. It was rather depressing. But, she pushed the thoughts aside. "Think? You're not sure?" She was grinning widely, so amused by his silliness. Not to mention it only made him look even more cute, with his frantic, but fake, behavior.

"Don't worry. I won't let some big bad spider get you." her voice was playful, her laughter still very present in her tone. Returning to Phoenix's side, she gave a questioning look. "Now where is this mean spider on you?"

[cartertcat]

That was really cute and adorable; hard to take your eyes off of. First, Maron was acting tough and it was the funniest, cutest thing ever. Well anything that Maron did probably fell under that category. Except maybe when she was almost dieing. Second, she was completely clueless about the want for them to kiss that he though he'd stated clearly in his words.

"This general area," Phoenix said, waving his hands in circles, just under his cheeks. Well if that didn't seem obvious then Art had no idea what else to say, rather then just kissing her himself. It was particularly quiet that night, other then the roaring storm of course. Their talking probably stood out.

It's not like anybody could really do anything though. Scratch that, Wicked could appear out of no where. Well hopefully in the near future the both of them wouldn't be talking at all.