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Post by que on Jan 29, 2011 3:02:44 GMT -5
Wicked was finally smirking her name sake smile, a wicked and mischievous thing. "Kiss up." Finally though she hopped to her feet. She was tall for a woman, touching six feet, if her hair already didn't make her stand out enough! "So, does this little lost pup have a name?"
Chris was already introducing him though. And Wicked? She would have softened her smile... If it were in her nature to warmly welcome new comers of visitors. Sadly, she wasn't. She was more interested in mentally tormenting strangers then anything else.. While spoiling them at the same time! How exactly that worked? Well, there was a reason everyone thought she was bipolar!
She approached the younger man, motioning him into the room. "Come on, don't be shy. I don't bite..." She paused, a thoughtful look on her face. "Scratch that. I do bite. I'll try not to though." She grinned.
Waiting for the stranger to enter, she looked back at Chris. "Where'd you find him? Or... How exactly? When you said battery, what sort did you mean? Car? Bike? Ipod?" Again, she was grinning, shrugging at her own question. To say she was curious was an understatement...
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Post by channer on Jan 29, 2011 13:55:59 GMT -5
Channer lifted an eyebrow when “Wicked” stood up. She was incredibly tall, in fact he was probably only a few inches taller then her. “As Chris already stated my name is Channer.” He hardly if ever told people his last name. “And it’s not my battery, something blew in my engine, so my entire engines gone. That and I also have a flat tire, and I was stranded about five or ten miles down the road from here.” Again Channer wondered why he hadn’t checked to see if anything would have gone wrong on this trip. “I myself was surprised. I had just gotten it tuned up. Obviously they had done something wrong.”
After Channer explained what had brought him here he took this time to examine his surroundings. They were in a living room, though it seemed as for a more formal setting, such as he guessed, for meeting unexpected guests. Channer wasn’t all that surprised, the Brotherhood had a similar setting when prospective new members came to the ruins for the first time, and he couldn’t help but wonder if his early suspicion was true and that these people were mutants. Usually mutant groups tended to take more precautions when “guests” came to their safe havens.
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Post by chris on Jan 29, 2011 14:21:30 GMT -5
Only in front of your face. *Chris spoke sarcasticly. She could play the innocent seventeen year old girl, but Wicked was one who wouldn't fall for it. She treaded Chris like she was twenty one, just the age she acutely was. She waited for Channer to explain his side of the story then Chris smiled and leaned back, getting comfortable. She didn't come to this living room often, it was to fancy for her taste but she could get comfortable anywhere.*
I was walking home from getting my favorite pickles. When I saw Channer and his motorcycle by the side of the road. This place was closer than any other place. Can I go now?
*It wasn't that she really wanted to go, but she was playing the seventeen year old for Channer. Her tone was board and the tone that a teenager would talk to her parents as to explain but not explain everything. Even if she did tell Wicked all that happened, except for the talking, but she still had that tone. Wicked wouldn't be phased by it, but Channer would think it was normal. Wicked obviously was the leader, or possibly the mother like figure. Witch could have been true if she didn't enjoy tormenting people as much as she did.*
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Post by que on Jan 29, 2011 14:36:19 GMT -5
Wicked was smirking at Chris's rebelliousness. The slightly younger girl never seemed to want people to know her real age, for some reason. Normally, that would be her queue to ruin those plans, but ages and real names were common secrets among the Runaways. Not even Wicked let most people know her real name after all! "Thank you so much for clearing that up."
Again, her attention was back to Channer, that wicked smirk returned. "Bike troubles, huh?" She chuckled, shaking her head. "That's why you don't trust those silly city mechanics. They don't know what their doing." None of the Runaways took their vehicles or bikes into town to get repaired. She ran her fingers through her hair, thinking. "I suppose one of us could take a look at it tomorrow..."
She didn't sound like there was any hurry at all. He couldn't exactly leave until his bike was fixed, after all. "Chris, why can't you just take a car? You really think it's that safe for you at this time of year?" Both her eyebrows were raised as she fixed the little flower child with a questioning look. It was cloudy and snowy, with little to no sunlight whatsoever. For someone who needed sunlight? This time of year wasn't that great. "And no, you can't go. You found him, you take care of him. He's welcome to stay as long as he doesn't cause trouble."
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Post by channer on Jan 29, 2011 15:42:41 GMT -5
Channer simply stood there quietly as he casually glanced between the two females in the room in front of him before turning his attention back to wicked, who was obviously in charge here, wherever here was. “I would like to get my motorcycle fixed as soon as possible, if that’s ok with you. You did say that have people here that can help me fix it, right? I can usually do it myself, but the last time I hadn’t had the parts I needed so I had to take it in, and there’s too much damage this time for me to possibly do it myself.” Although Channer was curious about this place his anxiety to get out and do something was already starting to kick in. It was usually one of the main reasons why he could never stay for very long at the brotherhood headquarters, it was why he never stayed anywhere for a very long length of time.
Channer then turned his attention to Chris. “If it’s ok with you I think I would like a place to put my stuff for the night.” The sooner Channer got stuff temporarily squared away here the sooner he could go back to fixing his bike and finish heading toward his original destination.
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Post by chris on Jan 29, 2011 15:56:23 GMT -5
Sorry Wicked but you know how much I love to walk. *She paused. There was no way she would win this, if this became an argument.* I'll take a car next time...I promise. Especially if it's overcast again. I thought you didn't worry about me that much...*Witch it most like would be. Wicked was one to treater her like her older self. She had a licence but it said seventeen. It always felt like a lie, but live in the moment. So Chris didn't think much of it.*
*She took off the nice coat that she had on to reveal a jacket under it. She bundled up around this time. Remembering her three roses Chris pulled the flowers out of her bag. They were warmer now and just as vibrant as if they had just been picked. Chris loved to get roses and dry them when they were in full bloom.*
*Chris buttoned back up the jacket, realizing that they would have to go back outside and she stood up garbing the bag with the jar of pickles in it.* Alright Channer, lets get you into a room. We'll get someone to work on your bike in the morning. *She looked at Wicked to see if she had anything else to say, or if she was going to do something else while they were here.*
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Post by que on Jan 29, 2011 16:50:23 GMT -5
Both Wicked's eyebrows were raised again, as if surprised by what he'd said. In her mind, it was as if he was telling her tomorrow wasn't good enough, and that she should track down their best mechanic right here and now!
She slowly stalked closer to the younger man. He might have thought he was taller then her before, now he'd realize they were the exact same height. A somewhat amused smile was on her lips... Which wasn't a good sign. "We'll look at it tomorrow. Or would you have me go disturb our best mechanic when he is spending time with his wife? His pregnant wife, who would be very... disappointed if her time with him was cut short?" The way she said it almost sounded like the wife might hurt Channer for the disturbance. Which she probably would!
She stepped away then, smirking once again as she approached Chris, leaning down to whisper softly. "Keep an eye on him. I can't put my finger on it, but he looked very familiar." Wicked, for all her craziness, wasn't stupid. She was extremely cautious of complete strangers, especially ones that looked familiar in any way. Who's to know why they looked familiar? Maybe she'd seen them before? Maybe she'd just seen someone with similar looks? Either way, she wasn't taking any chances.
Straightening, she shrugged. "Go on, I'll go find Conner and have him take a look at it tomorrow." She waved her hands at the two, as if to shoo them off.
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Post by channer on Jan 29, 2011 17:34:14 GMT -5
When Wicked came to stand in front of Channer he just folded his hand, not at all intimidated. Because Channer had grown up with the brotherhood he was not intimidated easily, Living with some of the members of the brotherhood did that to a person, but he was still quick to defend himself. Even when he was living back home with his older brother Conner he had been quick to defend himself, a habit that was quickly made worse with all the years he had spent with the brotherhood. “Hey I never said it had to be now. I said as soon as possible and if that means tomorrow mourning ok. Plus I had no idea the guy’s wife was pregnant! You can’t blame that one on me.”
Channer couldn’t help the glare that came onto his face as we watched Wicked cross the room to talk Chris, but couldn’t but help but flinch when she said the name Conner. Chris had made him think about his past when she had asked him about where he had come from and now this “Wicked” person had just said his older brothers name. Today was getting stranger and stranger by the minute.
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Post by chris on Jan 29, 2011 17:44:21 GMT -5
She is one scary pregnant lady. *Chris observed Nelly often. Conner was always running from one place to another getting her stuff. The most random things too.*
*She listened to Wicked intently. Was that bad or good? This guy looked familiar... She had herd Wicked say that before. She wondered where but that would probably be answered as she observed him.* Right I'll see you later Wicked. Maybe we could go to a bar or something later. *That was a half joke. She knew that she wouldn't be able to get a drink. She wasn't twenty one! Those kind of laws bugged her. But she led Channer out of the room and back outside. She took him to an apartment looking building. She stopped by at an empty room and opened it. This was was never locked. And the key was lost.* You can stay here tonight. I'll come get you in the morning. We'll go to breakfast then go to your bike. Hopefully he'll be working on it by then.
*She smiled at Channer. The room was alright looking but looked like a motel room. Obviously not lived in.* Any questions?
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Post by channer on Jan 29, 2011 17:59:10 GMT -5
Channer gave Wicked on last glare before following Chris out of the room. As Chris led Channer through the complex Channer couldn’t help but notice that it was sett up kind of like a hotel. Obviously a lot of people stayed and then Channer couldn’t help but think back to the entrance through which they had first came through. The more he thought about it the more he cane to realize that if he hadn’t been with Chris he himself probably wouldn’t have recognized it. It was becoming more apparent that he had stumbled upon a mutant group. Not that he was going to say anything since they didn’t know that he himself was in fact a mutant.
As soon as they reached a room Channer already knew that this is where he was going to stay which was confirmed when Chris opened the door telling him that he was going to stay there until mourning. Channer took a quick look around the room, it wasn’t exactly big, but Channer had seen smaller, before turning back to Chris when she asked him if he had any questions. “Not at the moment. I’ll just see you in the mourning.”
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Post by chris on Jan 29, 2011 18:13:36 GMT -5
Right if you need me I'm just upstairs. Just pound on your sealing and I'll come down. *By this she was implying that he should stay here. There was a hidden camera in the room that was placed there for servalens of guests that Wicked told people to watch closely. There were more rooms like this one but this was the closest to Chris' room.* Well I'll see you in the morning. *With a big smile Chris left the room, shutting the door behind her. She then made it quickly up to her room and turned on her television. With a few minor adjustments she was able to see Channer in his room. She placed the pickles into a mini refrigerator and tied the three flowers together and hung them upside down. Her room was one of the warmest in the group, partialy because of her exotic plants.*
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*The night was fairly uneventful. But in the morning Chris woke up and ran a quick shower. After that she curled her hair a lot like the day before. She then got on some boot cut jeans and a long sleeved shirt that was white and had multiple designs on it. She put on her convers shoes and a zip up vest with a hood that had faux fur on the rim of the hood.*
*Making her way down to Channer's room she knocked on the door. Thinking it would be rude to just walk in.* Channer! You up?
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Post by channer on Jan 29, 2011 18:25:00 GMT -5
The night before had been uneventful, something Channer was kind of disappointed about since he loved to do something, but he knew that the room that they had placed him in was most likely bugged so he hadn’t wanted to cause suspicion by doing something that the older brotherhood members would say was stupid. He had also gotten up early hoping that by getting up earlier the sooner he could get his bike done. At about seven he heard Chris at his door. He stepped over and answered the door. “Obviously.” Channer was not a mourning person, though more often then not he had to get up early. “Are we going to head over to the garage now? I hope this Conner person is there.” Channer flinched again when he mentioned his brother’s name, though this one was far less noticeable then the one last night.
Chris and Channer reached the garage a few minutes later and when the entered Channer noticed a young man a few years older then him already working on his bike. That must be Conner Channer that to himself. He decided to confirm it by asking Chris. He pointed to the young man. “Conner, right?”
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Post by conner on Jan 29, 2011 18:41:30 GMT -5
*Chris led Channer to the garage and nodded as Channer asked the question.* Well I'm going to get some food. She walked over the Conner and wispered the same message into his ear that Wicked had told to her. Conner nodded and Chris left.* I'll be back when I'm done.
*Conner was in dark blue jeans with good strudy boots on. He had a hoodie on with sunglasses. He was told to get up early to get a few....odd items for Nelly then he ran into Wicked who told him to work on the bike in the garage. Over all....it was a fairly normal day. Especially after he and Nelly had that night in Paris.*
*He had taken the engine out and was working on it when he herd an unfamiliar voice along with Chris'. Chris walked over to him and whispered to keep and eye on him and that Wicked thought he looked familiar. That wasn't always good. But he kept working. Once she was gone Conner sighed.* Who worked on your bike. They didn't treat her very well whoever they were.
*He always did his own work on his bike. Along with some adjustments from some one else to make it run mostly on energy. That means all it needs is Conner to ride it.*
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Post by channer on Jan 29, 2011 18:55:36 GMT -5
Channer walked over to where Conner was working on his bike. “Normally I do, but around buffalo the battery died so I had to take it somewhere since I didn’t have the parts at the time to fix it. Obviously they didn’t do an adequate job.” Channer then looked over to see what Conner was doing, and as he stepped closer he couldn’t help the feeling of déjà vu that came over him as he watched Conner fixing his engine. Channer wasn’t unfamiliar with this feeling sense he was a psychic, but he also got the feeling that this had nothing to do with his power. So what was it then? Unconsciously Channer’s right hand moved toward his left hand, but Channer stopped himself before he could remove the glove he always wore over both of his hands before asking Conner a question in hopes that he hadn’t noticed what just happened. “So how long do you think it will take to fix?”
Channer really wanted to remove his left glove in the hopes that he could find out why this whole scenario seemed so familiar. It was like he had livid it a long time ago, but he kept the impulse under control. The last thing he needed right now was for this guy to ask questions about why he had a cresset moon on the back of his hand.
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Post by conner on Jan 29, 2011 19:06:08 GMT -5
*Conner wasn't wearing gloves because he wan't around any life, and he needed the energy. Nelly always wanted something at the oddest hours, so he hardly got any sleep.* It shouldn't take long I just need to... *He stood up and walked over to a shelf in the garage grabbing a box of cleaning tools. He used these tools to clean out every inch of his bike when he was board and it was acting poorer than usual.* ...use these and it should be done. I've been working on it since six thirty. Or six forty five-ish.
*He was used to little to no sleep, since he used to go on all night rides with Xentrhon. All he needed was a little extra energy. And some good food. He didn't have any food in him at the moment, but he would get that after he finished this.* You could have gone with Chris to get food. It's not bad and it's free so might as well take advantage of it right? *He paused for a bit cleaning the parts as delecately as he would his own bike parts.*
So what's the rush kid? Gotta get home or your mom will worry? *Wicked had told him that the guy was about Chris' body's age so he only assumed that the kid lived around here. But he wasn't trying to pry to much, just wanted some conversation going.*
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