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Post by maron on Jul 5, 2010 18:56:36 GMT -5
Ever since Conner's and Nelly's Wedding Maron hadn't been to sure what to think. Should she be happy for them? Yeah. Was she? No. after yelling at Conner like that after the wedding, should she still be mad at him? No. Was she? Yeah. She was really messed up. She didn't know what to do anymore. She was so sick of everything..
Best solution? Run away! Like usual...
It was dusk, the sun setting. Most at the beach had already packed up and left some time before, but a few bonfires glimmered in the darkening night. And Maron? She sat alone on the pier. Her legs swung back and forth as she sat on top of the railing, staring out at the ocean, thinking. What was she to do now? She didn't want to go back 'home'. All that waited for her there was a bunch of older mutants that found her a threat to all of them.
She was so lost in thought, she didn't even hear another's footsteps on the wooden pier...
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Post by cartertcat on Jul 5, 2010 19:26:26 GMT -5
Art walked across the Pier in his bright orange skinny jeans and black hoodie. Today his hair was styled to give him that punk edge that you saw on most teens his age. He'd woken up to find it a bright crimson red, which would only attract even more attention to him. Not that is mattered, since he was already quite the spectacle. With his unnaturally pale skin and good looks.
It just so happened that Phoenix had come out to the beach today to clear his head. He breathed in the salty air, sitting on a bench and not noticing the figure in front of him. He was Paragon now and it was finally sinking in. All the responsibility. Art was dealing with this the only way he knew how. Exercising his power.
Doning this in broad daylight had probably not been the best idea, but non the less he was doing it. Art took box cutter out of pocket, running it down his fore arm. Wincing only slightly, as he'd grown used to the pain, Phoenix continued, carving a few large gashes.
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Post by maron on Jul 5, 2010 23:36:25 GMT -5
Maron didn’t noticing this fellow’s presence until she heard… something. What was that sound? It sounded like….a knife running over Cardboard…. Or some other material. If the night hadn’t been so silent she wouldn’t have noticed it at all, the sound barely a whisper in the wind. What on Earth was that? It couldn’t be coming from those bonfires, they were too far away. This sounded much closer….
Her gaze started to wander, right, left, and finally back. There, she spotted a boy. Maybe a year older then her, two tops, with a box cutter. She stared, half in shock, half in horror. Then, of course, she realized that if she were looking when he looked up at her, there was a high chance of her hurting him beyond repair. Her eyes lowered, diverted from his face and focusing on his cutting.
“You might want to do that someplace the cops won’t see you. Unless you want to get put in a mental institution.” She didn’t care that he was a ‘cutter’. She’d often considered the actions herself before finding a haven in books. This boy though… He’d obviously done this for quite some time. He barely even flinched with his gruesome carving!
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Post by cartertcat on Jul 5, 2010 23:58:02 GMT -5
A voice? Logan would kill him if he'd been so reckless as to let someone see him. Art looked up at the girl momentarily before she reverted her gaze to his arm. He cursed under his breath a few times. In the midst of all this though, he realized that this girl was pretty. That was funny, the mutant 'cutter' was, instead of focusing on keeping his identity secret, checking out some random girl.
"Oh, uhm.. Yea that wasn't very smart of me now was it?" Phoenix said, pushing away his quiet nature momentarily. He put the blade back into it's compartment and shoved it's in his pocket. Looking down at his feet, Art tried to cover his arm as best he could. He tried to play the part of one of those troubled teens. He bit his lip, acting depressed and brooding.
"Sorry you, had to see that.." he said, putting his arm behind his back. A slight blush came over his pale cheeks as he drew blood from biting his lip. He didn't really know what to say, his hair turning a bit brighter unintentionally.
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Post by maron on Jul 6, 2010 0:12:09 GMT -5
This older boy, whoever he was, didn’t seem at all worried about his actions. It was almost funny to her. If It weren’t for him looking at her now, she might have spent a few more moments examining his face, and realized he wasn’t all that bad looking. As it was though, she dare not risk looking anywhere near his eyes anymore. Instead, she lowered her gaze even more, focusing on the floor boards at his feet. She didn’t care if it bugged him. It didn’t matter if she was ‘rude’, as long as he wasn’t stone. That was all that mattered.
She smiled weakly as he spoke in response, if only because she couldn’t react in any other way. “You don’t need to apologize. A little cutting like that is nothing compared to most of reality.” If he thought he was a ‘troubled teen’, he was nothing compared to this moody girl.
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Post by cartertcat on Jul 6, 2010 0:39:49 GMT -5
She kept not making eye contact. Why? Art lightly shrugged his shoulders at her words.
"My take on the situation exactly," he told her, actually honest. People that actually cut themselves to relieve some kind of pain were pathetic. He stood up on his feet, a good two sizes taller then the girl.
"I guess I should stop waisting your time," Phoenix told the girl, trying to make a hasty getaway. As the older boy walked, blood ran down his arms and fell from his fingertips. The blood droplets turned into his own metal alloy. The substance clanked on the ground. A few more curse words left his mouth.
"I.. Can explain,"
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Post by maron on Jul 6, 2010 0:50:35 GMT -5
Maron smiled softly. Well, she hadn't expected that sort of reaction. One so much like her own words. It was actually quite refreshing to not have to argue with someone over stuff trivial things. At the same time though, she realized now why people didn't like her to much. For a cheerful fellow like most, this could be quite frustrating.
Then, as fate would have it, he started to retreat. Great. She even chased away those who were remotely similar to herself. Just perfect. Looks like she truly was meant for a life bare of all others existences. Then though..... Blood dripped down from his flesh and.... Changed. At first, she thought she was with Wicked, who changed matter from once substance to another everyday. But no..... It was.... Some sort of metal? Who knew... One thing was for sure though. He was not human.
"You're a mutant...." Maron suddenly chuckled, shaking her head and closing her eyes. "We truly are everywhere now a days...."
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Post by cartertcat on Jul 6, 2010 1:27:29 GMT -5
Art stopped walking, not expecting to hear these words from this girls mouth. In a way, he was released to hear this. Luckily, Logan didn't have telepathy. The blood swirled around his arm, into his palm. The blood shifted into his own special metal. It started to shift and meld itself into an intricate rose. This rose was almost indestructible. He turned on his heels, letting his bangs cover his eyes. Seeing as this girl seemed to have a problem with eye contact.
"So I guess that the mutant is out of the bag, huh?" Phoenix told the girl, chuckling. He extended his pale palm towards her, a small smile on his face.
"The names Art,"
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Post by maron on Jul 6, 2010 1:36:36 GMT -5
Curiosity got the best of her. She couldn't help but watch as he... manipulated his own blood. Now that was both creepy and interesting. When you were like Maron though, interesting dominated creepy by a land slide. And then he was facing towards her again, a hand offered out to shake her own. She hesitated for only a moment, before reaching out herself and accepting the gesture. With a firm, but very brief hand shake out of the way, she folded her fingers together, placed on on lap as she sat on the railing still.
"I'm Maron."
She paused for only a moment, wondering if it safe to explain her.... actions a little. He was already showing off his own power, which made her very jealous. To be able to demonstrate his ability with out ending another's life. "I'm sorry. I'd demonstrate myself but..." Her voice died down, trying to find the right words. "It just isn't something that can be demonstrated." She finally decided, avoiding the truth of what she could really do, but at the same time avoiding a flat out lie.
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Post by cartertcat on Jul 6, 2010 2:08:44 GMT -5
In one smooth movement, Art took out a pair of sunglasses. He placed them over his own eyes. He'd gathered enough from their encounter to see that her power came into effect with eye contact. Seeing as she avoided any eye contact above his chest.
"I don't know if these will help at all. But, maybe you could look up?" Phoenix said, barley able to see her fiery red hair since these glasses were tinted so darkly. "No one was asking to you demonstrate," he said Cooley.
Art set the metal rose down on the railing next to Maron. He sat on the back of the bench, feet where he resting where he would usually be sitting. His hair started to develop that more long-spiked grunge to it. A few black white streaks piercing the bright red.
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Post by maron on Jul 6, 2010 13:42:48 GMT -5
She couldn’t help it, she hesitated when he asked her to look up. She’d noticed his quick motions, putting sunglasses on. Well, it wasn’t that hard to figure out why she didn’t look at people. But she wasn’t used to the other person being the one to shield their eyes. A moment past, and she finally, very slowly, lifted her gaze.
No one would be prepared for it. Even with sunglasses on he would feel his whole body wanting to freeze up, very slightly affected by her gaze. But not just that, her eyes alone would make anyone freeze in shock. They were like molten lava, red and orange in color, swirling about each other in an unnatural and eerie manner. No pair of sunglasses were dark enough to block out the sheer heat her gaze seemed to radiate. So hot… It seemed to turn your body to stone.
“I’m sorry…. I usually don’t look at people, even if they, or I, have sunglasses. It makes them uncomfortable….” She lowered her gaze a little just out of sheer habit, knowing what even an indirect glance into her eyes could do. Of course it was harmless when one of them had sunglasses, but her gaze still carried a small bite. Strong enough to make most people uncomfortable.
But then… He set that strange rose he’d created next to her and returned to the bench. She lowered her gaze even more to almost stare wide eyed at it. To think, someone could make such a beautiful rose out of blood…
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Post by cartertcat on Jul 6, 2010 14:10:56 GMT -5
Uncomfortable? Even though he was looking at her, he still avoided her eyes. He reached into his pocket and took out a small, orange bottle full of pain killers. Over the years, dealing with these small invisible cuts, had made him become familiar with different meds. He took two light blue pills out of the bottle. No water was needed, he'd become accustomed to swallowing them with ease.
"No apology needed... Some things are just out of our control." Art told her, feeling uneasy which he imagined was because of her power. He did his best to push these feelings away. Or at least not show them. He had his own encounter with things being out of his control. One of them was had just happened. Having to deal with these excruciatingly painful cuts for the rest of his life.
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Post by maron on Jul 6, 2010 14:34:01 GMT -5
Maron couldn’t stand it any longer. She turned her head away, focusing on the horizon instead of him. She could almost feel his unease growing. The last thing she wanted was to chase him off like everyone else. He’d been the one kind enough to stay with the socially awkward girl! It was then, only polite, to not make him any more uncomfortable then necessary.
“You have no idea….” At least his power didn’t kill people unintentionally. Or… probably kill. No one knew what happened to the person after they were turned to stone. But now she was curious. What was it he’d done? “So……” She hesitated, unsure how to word what she wanted to ask without offending him somehow. “Um… What exactly…” Maron paused, even more unsure of how to word it. Finally, she just decided it best not to say anything else. He’d probably figure out what it was she was asking anyway.
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Post by cartertcat on Jul 6, 2010 14:59:50 GMT -5
Art found this girls social awkwardness cute. The way she was so cautious with her speaking and use of different words. It was oddly charming. When he heard Maron almost ask him a question, he knew what she meant. He was a little insecure when talking about this subject. He ran his fingers through his hair once, thinking of the correct was to answer. When he touched his hair it turned white and straightened. Though he didn't notice.
"uhm, well... when i get a paper cut and i bleed, it's like i can manipulate my blood." Phoenix told her, trying not to make it sound gory.
"except, the blood changes from blood to.. a weird kinda metal." he continued, feeling as if he'd used the blood way to many times. "So then i can manipulate the blood-alloy which is way stronger then any man made medal.." he said, trying to make it as simple as possible. He could have told her about the small invisible cuts, only he didn't tell anyone about them.
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Post by maron on Jul 6, 2010 15:12:35 GMT -5
Out of the corner of her eyes, Maron noticed something. That bright red hair of his was now… White? Turning her head back just enough to verify the change, she blinked. So he had two powers? The one he was explaining and possibly changing his hair color? It could be more then that though… She wasn’t sure…
“So that’s why you were cutting yourself.” No wonder he hadn’t had any reaction to cutting himself. He was probably so used to it from using his power…. “You’re hair changed color.” She was quick to point that out, in case he hadn’t noticed, which it seemed like he did in this case. Instantly though she felt a little jealous. She’d rather just be able to change her hair color then what she really could do, even if it seemed completely useless.
A few moments passed, Maron wondering if she should explain her power just to be polite. Besides, this boy, Art as he called himself, was being nice to her… Looking away again, she decided to tell before she had any second thoughts. “I…. turn people… To stone. Just like Medusa in Mythology…” From the way she spoke, she’d obviously had this ability for most of her life. To never be able to look someone in the eyes without ‘killing’ them, it was hard for most to imagine what a life like that was like.
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