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Post by channer on Jan 28, 2011 16:11:33 GMT -5
The middle of nowhere. He was literally stuck in the middle of nowhere because his stupid motorcycle decided to break down. Why hadn’t he foreseen this? Seriously? Channer gave a frustrated sigh and threw his leg over the side of his bike to get off and check the stupid engine. As soon as he took of the top a billow of smoke escaped and Channer immediately knew that it was bad. Channer removed his helmet to get a better look. ‘Great.’ He thought as he saw that the entire engine was shot and there was no way to fix it, made worse by the fact that he was miles from any type of civilization. Channer then let out a frustrated growl. “Can this get any worse?” Just as he finished one of his tires blew. “Of course.” Channer said as he face palmed into a tree.
As Channer leaned against a tree he weighed his options. He guessed the nearest town was about thirty miles away, and that was if he didn’t get lost. He could never make it that far before dark. The only other option was to wait for the unlikely chance that someone just happened to come across him and offer him assistance. Even without his powers he knew that the chances of that happening were slim to nothing. So what could he do?
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Post by chris on Jan 28, 2011 16:39:14 GMT -5
*Chris was in a nice black coat by Calive Klein. She had skinny dark wash jeans on with cute fashionable boots with her hair curled nicely, but then messed up by the wind and her fingers. She was just at a random little town in the middle on no where and was now on her way back home. She had a large coffee in one hand and a shopping bag in another. The bag had a fairly large jar of pickles and three roses. She was walking along the road, sipping her warm coffee as she walked. She knew this back road well. Many of the Runaways did. It stretched for what seemed like ever and it as fairly empty. She saw a biker on the oposite side of the road then she was on. He still had a halmet on and she was a distance away from him. But as she got closer he took off his hamlet. Looked like engine problems. She didn't know much about machines like that but maybe she could still help. He was young, probably seventeen or eighting, maybe nineteen if she was pushing it. But she wasn't one to talk. She was twenty one in the body of a seventeen year old girl. She acted... sort of age appropriate. Depending where she was.*
*She crossed the street as he came up closer to the boy.* You alright? Need any help?
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Post by channer on Jan 28, 2011 17:05:00 GMT -5
Channer was just checking his cell phone, no service, of course just another thing that could be add to this “wonderful” day., when he heard the crunching of snow not to far away. Channer turned his attention toward where the sound was coming from and saw a girl that looked about his age, or maybe a little younger, walking in his direction. Well there was the slim in slim to none he thought to himself.
As she got closer she asked him a question about if he needed help. “I don’t think you can help, not unless you have a brand new engine and a spare tire on you? Otherwise I think I’m stuck here.” As Channer stood there thinking about what he was going to do he couldn’t help but wonder what this girl was doing out here. There wasn’t a town anywhere near her, and he hadn’t seen any houses. He decided it would be better to voice his questions “What are you doing out here? I don’t see any houses around here, and the nearest town is at least thirty miles away.”
Channer was naturally suspicious, years of living with the brotherhood would do that to you, and he was curios to why this girl would be walking down a back road in the middle of nowhere. Channer’s first instinct was to mark this girl as a mutant, but he didn’t want to jump to conclusions, though he tended to more often then not.
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Post by chris on Jan 28, 2011 17:17:53 GMT -5
*Chris smiled when he asked the question.* To tell the truth the town is only about twenty five miles away and it's actually a nice walk. *She smiled at the boy, she enjoyed living life to the fullest and this seemed like an adventure.* As for what I'm doing...well the town up the road has probably the best place to buy pickles. I'm not sure why but they have the best pickles. And I decided to grab some coffee for the trip back.
*She wasn't sure if she sounded like a seventeen year old girl, but that didn't matter much to her now.* I was on my way back home, but I can take you to the town, and a mechanics shop. I wonder around enough to know exactly where it is. *She wanted to be useful, and help the nameless boy, who was at least a little bit easy on the eyes.* By the way I'm Chris. *She thought they should get acquainted if they were going to be sharing each others company for a while. She took a sip of her coffee and looked at the bike. It looked similar to Conners bike. But almost all motorcycles looked the same. She would offer Conners help, but he and Nelly were busy, her "prago" and him building a house.*
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Post by channer on Jan 28, 2011 17:52:08 GMT -5
Channer’s eyes widened when she said she liked the walk. “You like to walk twenty five miles? To get pickles?” Was she crazy? Channer didn’t mind walking long distances, but twenty five miles in freezing cold temperatures was beyond even him, and it was to get pickles no less. Channer just shook his head. It was better to not dwell on that and to focus on what else she was telling him. “I would like to do that, but as you said it’s at least twenty five miles away and even if you know your way around here we would never make it by nightfall, and neither of use are dressed for staying out here at night.” Channer thought about what he would need. “What I really need would be a place to stay the night then head back to a town in the mourning. Is there any place close to here that I could perhaps stay at?”
When she introduced herself, Channer just said a simple, “Channer.” Channer couldn’t help but smile at how he was acting. Three years ago he would practically be demanding a place where he could stay. It was amazing what a couple of years could do to your personality.
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Post by chris on Jan 28, 2011 18:13:57 GMT -5
Their only for me, and their really good picles. Their my favorite food *Chirs smiled. She considered pickles a good group sometimes. She could eat them all day and never get tired of them.* Plus I only get these pickles when I really want something good.
*Chris bit her lip, she wasn't sure if Wicked would like that. But the hide out was still a walk away, but it wasn't twenty five miles away. But she pouted at the thought of calling wicked. Her phone was adjusted to call from anywhere to the Runaways phones.* Well...I think...Let me make a call. *She then pulled out her phone, turned away from Channer, and dialed a number. Wicked's number. No answer. She waited for the recording to finish then took a deep breath.*
Hey Wicked! Wiiiicked! Freak. Answer your freakin' phone! *sigh* Well any way I'm bringing a boy home. His batery is shot and needs some help. Maybe Conner could help, but I was just calling to check to see if it was alright. But I'll just bring him there anyway. I know you won't through him out in the snow or anything.... Well see you then. *Hanging up the phone she turned back to Channer.* Sorry, I leave strange messages on my friends phones. *She thought it might be strange to him that she had to ask her friend permission for him to go to her house, but she shrugged it off.*
Lets go, it's this way. *She motioned in the direction that she was heading to when she had first saw him.* It's still a little bit of a walk but it's shorter than twenty five miles. *She was always happy and ready to have fun.*
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Post by channer on Jan 28, 2011 18:33:43 GMT -5
Ok, this girl was insane. Not only did she walk twenty five miles in ankle deep snow to go and get pickles, but she left the weirdest messages on her friends phones. Though Channer didn’t think anything of her asking permission, he just figured they shared a house, like roommates or something. When she motioned to the direction that they were going to head in he nodded his head. “Alright.” He then went over and started to push his bike along as he followed her up the path toward wherever it was they were heading.
After about ten minutes, Channer didn’t want to sound rude since she was offering him a place to stay, but Channer’s patience had finally ran out and he decided it was time to ask her how much farther is was to wherever it was they were going, plus he was getting tired of lugging his useless motorcycle down the never ending path as Channer saw fit to name it. “Um Chris? Not to sound rude or anything, but how much farther is this place where we’re going?” He wanted to know because it had been getting steadily darker as they had been walking down the path that lead to wherever they were going.
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Post by chris on Jan 28, 2011 18:43:23 GMT -5
*Chris led in silence for a while. She would talk to him, but she was at a loss of subjects. She saw how he looked at her. He probably thought she was a freak. Then he finally broke the silence. She turned to face him, still walking.* Not long. *She noticed the sun going down. By her estimate, they should still have barely enough light to get there. And she wouldn't have to take a while to find the path if there was light.* We should be there soon. Oh and if there's a older woman at the door looking like she's about to explode...don't mind her, she'll probably have a mouth full to say to me thought.
*Chris remembered the message that she sent, and thought that Wicked might take some of the beginning the wrong way. 'Well we're just going to have to see what happens' she thought to herself.* So where are you from?
*She tried to make good conversation. But she nervously sipped at her coffee. This didn't get easier the older you were. She did slow her steps down a little bit so that they were walking almost side by side, but she was still leading.*
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Post by channer on Jan 28, 2011 18:57:54 GMT -5
Channer just nodded his head. He was hopping that they would get there soon, but he knew it was probably pretty far away, seeing as he hadn’t seen anything remotely resembling human civilization for miles around where his motorcycle had blown. When she started asking him about where he came from, well that was a hard question. As he thought about it he realized didn’t really come from anywhere. I mean he had the brotherhood headquarters, but he didn’t stay there for long lengths of time, and he had never really considered it home, well maybe he had when he was younger but not now, not really.
Then he thought back to where he had been born, that small town in Rhode Island. That hadn’t been his home longer then the brotherhood headquarters. Not since he had gotten his powers at the age of nine. Now that he thought about it he hadn’t seen any of his real family since then as well.
He then looked at Chris and saw that she was waiting for an answer so he said something that was pretty close to the truth. “Well, I don’t really come from anywhere. I mean I have place where I live, I guess but I’m hardly ever there so I don’t really consider it where I come from.”
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Post by chris on Jan 28, 2011 19:08:35 GMT -5
Hm *That was interesting. everyone had a different background.* Well that makes sence. I'm originally from California. *He didn't ask but it was polite to respond. It was the exact opposite from what this place was. She hadn't even seen snow for herself until she was seven and running away. But she was used to it. She had been here for a little over fourteen years. Wow, that long. But considering that she looked seventeen, she wasn't going to bring those two facts up at once. Then she would be forced to tell him that she was a mutant. That could be dangerous. But there were so many mutants out there it was hard to tell who was a mutant and who wasn't. She, and every other mutant used that to their advantage at one time or another.*
*Chris looked into her bag and noticed that the flowers were starting to freeze. She just lightly reached in and touched them to bring them back to life. She knew that she had to hurry home or those flowers wouldn't make it. There it was. The path. It was big enough for him to get his bike through but it might be hard, considering all the show. She turned to Channer.* This is the path that I used, do you want to use it or keep walking to the drive way? *It was a longer walk but it would be easier for the bike. It was completely up to him.*
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Post by channer on Jan 28, 2011 19:52:40 GMT -5
Channer briefly glanced at Chris when she spoke briefly about her past, and as he thought about it he wondered how she ended up in Canada, not that it mattered to him, but it was something to think about. When she motioned to the path he noticed that it wasn’t exactly a large path, but it wouldn’t have been hard to maneuver his bike up it if it hadn’t been for the snow which had made the path considerably smaller. It still wouldn’t be imposable for him to make his way up it with his motorcycle, but his motorcycle had a blown tire making it harder to control. Channer glanced from the path that led up to the way that Chris apparently used, to farther up the path they were currently on trying to decide which would be the better route. “How much farther is the driveway?”
It was getting dark and Channer was wondering if he should just risk it and try to make it up the path that Chris was pointing at. After a couple of seconds of debating he made a quick slide glance to his right hand. It would help him if he could just uncover his right hand and use his power to get at least a little insight into what would be the best choice.
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Post by chris on Jan 28, 2011 20:04:12 GMT -5
*Chris had to think for a bit. It wasn't really a drive way but a dirt road. She used this path as a short cut. It was a little while away, but it wasn't to far. She had to think. Using the twenty one year old side of her braid she easily thought of how long it would take.* It takes about two minutes using this path, and it takes about seven minutes to keep going. But that's from here to out of the woods, i guess. Its a few more minutes to where we need to go. *She was talking about the main house. It was a bit in, past the houses and apartment building looking places.*
*But that was where there was food, and probably where Wicked was. She knew that wicked would have a mind or two to speak to Chris. Also it made it easier to ask wicked where Channer could stay the night. Also maybe get some help with his bike. She was sure that Conner had quite a bit of parts somewhere.*
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*After Channer chose and she had lead the way, she took him to the garage and let him place his bike there. There were cars and bikes. After that they walked to the main house. Passing many other buildings on the way. Once there Chris opened the door and led Channer to a living room where she was positive that Wicked would be. Opening the door and walking in she had a large smile on her face.*
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Post by que on Jan 28, 2011 20:23:46 GMT -5
The message that Chris had left on Wicked's phone... Well... When Wicked heard it... She was not happy. Not one bit. Her phone would have been destroyed if she hadn't remembered at the last minute that she did not want to go into town to get a new one. No return call or text was sent, instead, Wicked had decided to wait for Chris and her lost pup to get home...
She sat in one of the more formal Living Rooms, gaze intent on the door, a snow ball in one hand, the other holding the glove that hand always wore. Only when the door opened and she was sure it was Chris, did she hurl the snow ball as hard as she could towards the younger girl and her guest. Chris would be used to this sort of behavior from their wild and fearless leader. Her guest on the other hand? Well, it was unlikely he'd expected a snowball to come flying through the air to splat on Chris's face. "I'm sorry, but I don't think I heard your message right. What was it you meant to send me?" She had an innocent smile on her lips... Which just looked evil on her. |
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Post by channer on Jan 28, 2011 20:41:06 GMT -5
Channer followed Chris to the garage where he could keep his bike for the night. He left it by one of a similar design and couldn’t help but notice that the person that owned it and him had similar taste. He then turned to follow Chris back to wherever it was that he needed to go. He had a sneaking suspicion that it was going to lead to whoever it was that Chris had left that message for.
And sure enough he was right. As soon as they reached what he assumed was their temporary destination a snowball came hurdling in their direction. Channer involuntary made a step backwards and to the right, out of the snowballs line of trajectory. Channer then looked up when he heard a girl speak and was sure there would no more projectiles coming his way. When his gaze fell on the speaker of the room he noticed that it was a girl not much older then himself, but something about her seemed well, wicked. He then turned his attention to the other girl in front of him to see how she was going to respond. He somehow got the feeling that she wasn’t supposed to bring him here, wherever here was.
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Post by chris on Jan 28, 2011 20:54:10 GMT -5
*As Chris opened the door she expected something. She allowed the snow ball to hit her. After it did she finished her coffee and threw it in a trash can near her.*
I meant to say that I found a little lost pup and he needs a place. If you would be so kind as to help him. Insted of having him walk twenty five miles away. And that you are the best leader ever.
*Chris was used to Wicked's torment, and actually sometimes enjoyed it....only sometimes. But the snow ball was cold and she was just finishing getting warm. She took a few more steps into the room and turned to half way face Channer.*
Wicked this is Channer, Channer...this is Wicked. My fearless....friend. *She thought saying "leader" again would confuse him and she didn't want to give up to much. She would leave the rest up to them. Chris found the nearest spot to sit and sat down. Taking out her jar of pickles. She opened the jar and pulled one out. Closing the jar she then carefully ate the pickle, as to not get any juice on the formal like couches. She wondered what would happen next.*
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