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Post by channer on Jan 29, 2011 20:37:34 GMT -5
Channer watched as Conner started cleaning the different parts of his engine. He then made a quick glace at the clock. It was about eight twenty. This guy was obviously good at what he did to be able to fix Channer’s engine that fast. It would have taken Channer about an hour and a half at least to fix the problem by himself. When Conner said he could have gotten food Channer just shrugged. “I never really get hungry in the mornings. Never really have for as long as I can remember. I will probably grab something later though.”
Channer then just shifted as he responded to Conner’s queston. “I’m not really in a rush; I just don’t like staying in one place for very long. I have to move.” Channer lifted an eyebrow when Conner asked him if his mom will worry. “Not by now she won’t.” Channer said under his breath, but louder to Conner he said. “No. As I just said I just can’t stay in one place for very long. It’s been like that ever since I was a little kid.” Then Channer looked at Conner. Then Channer thought that he might as well get to know the person that was helping him with his bike. “So how old are you? Everyone I’ve seen around here has been around at least twenty.”
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Post by conner on Jan 29, 2011 20:53:54 GMT -5
*Conner was talking a while on cleaning the engine, to make sure he didn't miss anything. but he still spoke back* Yea me neither. Wasn't really a morning person until a while ago. *He liked his sleep and enjoyed doing stuff when he woke up then eating.* Well Chris is seventeen *Well atleast she looked seventeen, and that was the age that her licence said.* But I'm twenty one. Probably old to you. *He looked up at the kid for the first time. Wicked was right, he did look familiar.*
So I've been looking at your bike and it seemes that she needs a a new break. It's not old or anything it's just being well used. *Conner finished putting back the engine, now he had to get to work on the tire.*
What do you say I give you my old breaks? Their fairly new, I just bought new ones recently. And I don't want to get rid of perfectly good breaks. *Conner than instinctively took off his hood, keeping on his sunglasses. *He walked over to a door in the garage. When he opened the door it looked like a geese monkey's heaven. In side were a number of tires and any motor vehicle part that you could imagine. At least any part of the vehicles that they had in the garage.
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Post by channer on Jan 29, 2011 22:04:54 GMT -5
Channer nodded, not really surprised that he wasn’t a mourning person. “Not a lot of people are mourning people. No one in my family was a mourning person. Well I guess my mom could have been a mourning person. It just depended on the day.” It was true, no one in his real family were mourning people. The only person in his family that could be even close to a mourning person was his mom. Both he and his older brother took after his dad. Sleep until ten then do something until noon then eat. He and his brother always got yelled at by their mom because…Channer shook his head. What was wrong with him? Why was he thinking about his family now of all times? Channer thought about it and it could have been because Chris asked him about where he cam from.
Channer decided to focus on something else so when Conner asked him about the breaks Channer nodded. “Sounds good, it’s not like I would have a choice either way. I couldn’t get very far without breaks anyways.” Channer then walked with Conner over to the door and when Conner opened the door Channer let out a whistle. “No kidding. Hoarder much?”
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Post by conner on Jan 29, 2011 22:38:38 GMT -5
*Conner thought about his family when Channer mentioned his.* Yea, when I was younger I would always get yelled at because I was apparently giving my brother bad habbits. He always wanted to be like me I guess. *Conners little brother would try to even play with his friends, that's when Conner and his friends would play "ditch the dork."*
*At the shed Conner shook his head.* Only a little. Most of them were new. We don't go to shops. We do all the repairs. So we have to stay stocked up. Some of the stuff is old, but with usable parts. I just need time to take them apart. Having a kid on the way is no pick-nick. *His phone rang, receiving a text, he then responded to the text with a sigh.*
*Conner then wondered up to the where a motorcycle tire was. He picked out a good one for Channer's bike then headed out shutting the door and locking it with one of his keys.* Alright...lets get to the tire. How'd it blow? *He wondered to the bike and started to take off the first tire. Fixing the new one in place then testing it.*
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Post by channer on Jan 29, 2011 23:30:16 GMT -5
So Conner had a younger brother? Hmm his family sounded quite similar to his. “Wow, I guess we have a lot in common.” Channer could remember a time when he would try and hang out with his older brother Conner’s friends. They would always try and ditch him, but he could always find them. Of course more often then not he could find them. Channer hadn’t known it at the time but that was because of his powers. Channer was about to mention this when something clicked in his head. This guys name was Conner right? Could it be possible that he was…no it wasn’t possible was it? Well there was only one way to find out. “Your name was Conner right? Do you have a last name?” Channer tried to make his voice sound like he was only trying to make conversation.
When Conner asked how his tire blew Channer shrugged. “Honestly I have no idea. It looked fine before I started up the road, then again so did my engine, and had even looked fine when I had stopped to check the engine. Then it just blew. I think the universe has something against me.”
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Post by conner on Jan 29, 2011 23:39:03 GMT -5
*Conner didn't think to much of the fact that their families seemed alike. But it was kind of odd.* Allred. Why? *That wasn't any normal conversation question, he should now, he had a few random questions at bars many times before.*
*He went to get the breaks from his bike when he decided to take off his sunglasses. He took them over to the shelf where some other tools were. While his back was turned he grabbed his meeter.* Dang *He muttered under his breath. He was talking in lost, He then channeled energy down into the ground as he walked back taking out his breaks and putting in Channers bike.* Well dont worry about that happening, these tires are lased with a goop that should help prevent that. If you want to do that with your other tire it's just a few bucks at any tires or care store. They're different colors depending on the company.
*Conner was working on the breaks when he noticed that something was wrong, at least it seemed like so.* Kid you alright? You look a little pale. *Conner had glanced up when he was walking over to Channer's bike. He was sure there was a reason, that would be reviled shortly.
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Post by channer on Jan 29, 2011 23:58:33 GMT -5
Channer didn’t hear anything Conner said after Allred, and it seemed like the world just stopped as the word kept reverberating around his head. Did he really just say Allred? Channer immediately went stock still, all the color draining from his face. There was no way; there was just no freakin’ way that this guy could be his older brother. Just no way, but Channer had had all the proof that this guy was his older brother who he hadn’t seen in ten years. They had similar habits, habits only his family had, and their families were just too similar to be a coincidence. Now he knew that the universe had something against him, or this was its plan all along, for nothing else could have brought him into the company of Conner. When Channer had run away from home ten years ago he had had no intention of meeting anyone form his family again, ever, and now here he was.
Channer could just barely hear Conner ask if he was alright. “You…me…I…” Channer couldn’t form full sentences, heck Channer could hardly think at all. The only thing in his head was that he was in the company of his older brother.
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Post by que on Jan 30, 2011 0:13:40 GMT -5
"Looks like you made him tongued, Conner."
Wicked was grinning from the garage door, watching the scene with amusement. When or how she got there... No one really knew. You learned very quickly around here that Wicked was very good when it came to sneaking. To strangers though? It was a bit... unnerving. After all, how could you not see someone with bright hair coming?
Quickly she closed the distance between herself, the puzzled Conner, and the stuttering Channer. She planted herself right in front of Channer, her face only a few inches from his own, her large eyes focused on him with a curious look. Finally, she smirked, stepping away and looking to Conner with a tilted head. "Sorry, but I think the kid's fallen for you! Poor lad. You better dash him hopes now before he becomes even more infatuated!" She paused for only a moment. "And when I mean now, I mean before Nelly finds out and thinks you're cheating on her."
Wicked was grinning... well wickedly now. With Nelly's hormones? She probably would get jealous, and freak out if someone... accidentally told her about this... Or at least told her Wicked's theory of the whole situation! Ah, the wonders of pregnancy. It made you think some pretty impossible things were true! Including your husband cheating on you with another man!
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Post by conner on Jan 30, 2011 0:24:33 GMT -5
*Seeing the pale blank expression on Channer's face made Conner almost worry. The poor kid couldn't even think straight, from the looks of it.* Do I need to take you to the hospital? It's not far and there's always someone there. *Conner quickly finished the bike and started to think. He wonered if this could be his "long lost" little brother. It was possible, but....no...could it?*
*Then Wicked stepped in. Speaking freely. Conner was used to her bluntness, and her slight insanity. He only laughed when she finished then spoke seriously.* If you tell Nelly she'll disintegrate the poor kid. *Conner stood up and walked to Canner. Placing both hands on his shoulders and shaking him a little.* Kid, snap out of it!
*He stopped and turned to Wicked.* I actually think it's different. he froze when I told him my last name. He might be my younger brother.... *That was a big might. The only way to for sure know would be for him to snap out of it and tell them why he was petrified in what seemed like fear. There were to many similarities to be only coincidence. But was it true?*
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Post by channer on Jan 30, 2011 0:49:29 GMT -5
Channer wasn’t at all surprised that he hadn’t noticed Wicked’s entrance. Heck a heard of stampeding, mad elephants could have come through this room and he probably wouldn’t have noticed. He was just to shocked that he wasn’t even paying attention to what was being said, and it was only when Conner shook him a little that he came back to earth. He then turned and gave the leader of the runaways, a fierce glare on his face, a glare that if Conner looked closely might recognize though this one was ten times more intimidating then the one from his childhood. “I’m not in love with him you idiot!” Channer wasn’t the least bit afraid of insulting Wicked. He insulted a lot of the higher ups of the brotherhood all the time, not that that was always a good idea. “What in the galaxy made you suspect that I was in love with him. You’re more insane then I originally thought if you could come up with something like that.”
That response would defiantly be familiar to Conner. Channer always had the habit to take things way out of proportion, a habit that had often led to him getting into trouble. Some things never changed.
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Post by que on Jan 30, 2011 1:11:33 GMT -5
Both Wicked's eyebrows went up when he suddenly screeched at her. No one around here had the guts to do that anymore, so the fact that this stranger had the nerve? It most definitely shocked her. Suddenly, she was scowling. Something even Conner hadn't seen in.... who knows how long! It was a very very bad sign. "I've been called a lot of things before. Insane, I'm willing to accept. But idiot I will not."
A sizzling could be heard, smoke coming from her hands. The gloves she'd previously been wearing were turning to black smoke. "Try it one more time. Insult me again. Let's see what happens." Wicked did not take being insulted kindly. Sure, she was quick to insult, but you learned near instantly that you could only return 'some' insults. And 'idiot' was not one of those insults.
From the garage door, a little girl stood, maybe no older then five. She had pretty blonde hair and large, gorgeous blue eyes. A blanket was clutched tightly around her body, to keep her warm. "Is mommy going to teach him a lesson?"
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Post by conner on Jan 30, 2011 1:23:47 GMT -5
*Conner wanted to step back before he got hurt too but he knew now that Channer had a mouth and there was no stopping him. Well almost no stopping him. Connre did something he swore him self to never do He leaped at Channer and warped one arm around his body, holding his arms, in case he struggled and the other hand went right on his face.* Moony that's enough. *He wispered into Channer's ear. Conner took in as much as he felt was safe then let Channer drop to the floor. Lack of energy did that to people, Channer was not unconscious though he was only to tired to think, and needed more energy to move or even talk. Conner then stumbled back, he wasn't sure how high his meeter would be but he had to know.*
*Thinking Olivia would be the better choice he looked straight at her, bullets of sweat dripping down his face.* Olivia, I need you to get my meeter for me, it's on the shelf over there. *He motioned to the shelf then stepped back until his back was to a wall. Taking human energy was difficult for Channer and hurt. Lots!*
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Post by channer on Jan 30, 2011 1:54:18 GMT -5
As Channer saw black smoke rising from Wicked’s gloves he couldn’t help but realize that he was right and this place was a mutant group’s headquarters, but then what was Conner doing there? He wasn’t a mutant. Even though Channer knew that if this turned into a fight with powers that he couldn’t defend himself because he had no defensive powers he wouldn’t back down. In fact Channer was about to call her an idiot one more time, but before he could Conner grabbed him, pinning his arms so that he couldn’t move. Channer began to struggle, trying to break Conner’s hold on him, but Channer already knew that it was futile. Even now, ten years later, Channer still couldn’t beat Conner in a fight. Then Conner’s hand covered his face and he whispered something Channer thought he would never hear again, and as soon as those words were whispered to him all the fight went out of Channer. He was just to shocked to hear his childhood nickname.
It was about this time that he noticed that his energy was being drained. Channer’s eyes snapped opened. Conner was a mutant? He should have guessed, but Channer still reeling from the fact that he had actually found his brother to actually consider that possibility. After a couple of seconds he found that he no longer had the energy to move, and the last thing he saw was Conner asking a little girl to get a meter before he blacked out from lack of energy and the shock that his mind had suffered from the last few minutes.
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Post by que on Jan 30, 2011 2:04:54 GMT -5
Wicked was still scowling, but didn't stop Conner. Perhaps it was for the best that Conner stop the kid before she got a hold of him. He wouldn't be the same if she got her hands on him... quite literally.
Only when she heard her own daughter's voice did she sigh, forcing herself to calm down. Sure, the little girl was exposed to quite a bit of things around here, but that didn't mean Wicked wanted the five-year-old seeing her mother attack someone! ... Again. "Well, Conner. Care to explain who this is? Or shall I start guessing?"
Olivia stood there, her large blue eyes curious as she watched the whole commotion. You wouldn't think she was a normal child by her curiosity, but when you knew who her parents were, and who it was she'd been raised by... Well it was all pretty normal. After all, her parents were both a little... on the weird side. And her adopted family happened to be all of the Runaways! Not a very normal childhood!
Only when her 'Uncle Con' said her name did she look at him, still curious. Hearing his request though she beamed. "Okay!" With a skip in her step she quickly went to the shelf he'd pointed out. She stared up at if for a moment, as if trying to figure out how to get to it. Wicked, seeing her daughter's contemplation, smirked. Wicked knew what Olivia was going to do.
The little girl hopped, a hand stretched upward, reaching for the shelf. Each time her fingers made contact with it, the wood seemed to dull. It took three hops, until the shelf broke, the meter falling into her outstretched hands. Skipping again, she was at Conner's side almost instantly, holding out the device for him to take.
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Post by conner on Jan 30, 2011 2:15:05 GMT -5
*Conner couldn't pay attention to anything at the moment, he herd Wicked's voice but the words only echoed in his head for the time being. He grabbed the meeter an checked, red. There was an explosion of energy from him. He had to get rid of the energy fast and effectively. A little bit went back to Channer and Conner sighed shaking a little.* Thanks Olivia.
*He looked up at Wicked her words finally registering. He walked over to Channer removing his left glove.* He's my younger brother. *Conner never talked about his past, esspecially his family. He would in little bits. But nothing in great detail. He put back on the glove and turned back to Olivia and smiled. She was the cutest girl. Even after he noticed the wooden shelf was broken. They could make a new one, she was so innocent...well innocent for being the child of Wicked and Zolten and raised by the entire Runaway group. If she didn't act like she did, Conner might worry. He then at Wicked.* What now? *He was still shaking and still in pain but he wasn't full anymore. But there was a reason why he had to focus every time he touched his beloved Nelly.*
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