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Post by channer on Jan 30, 2011 2:35:13 GMT -5
The first thing Channer was aware of when he started to return to consciousness was the soft voices that he heard talking next to him, though he couldn’t make out what they were saying. He couldn’t even place where he heard the voices before, though he was sure that he had heard the voices before. The second thing he became aware of was that he was on something soft, obviously he had been moved, but he couldn’t recall where he had been before he had been moved. The last thing he became aware of was the splitting headache. It felt like his head was being split in to. What had happened before he blacked out? Then he remembered. His bike broke down, Chris, Wicked, then Conner. Conner, his brother. Now that was something he wished he couldn’t remember. It wasn’t that he hated Conner, not really. In fact he had no idea how he felt about Conner, it was just that he hadn’t been expecting to be brought face to face with his past.
That was when another thing came to him. Conner was a mutant now, but what had he done to him? Now that Channer thought about it, it was kind of ironic. Before Channer had run away Conner had always made fun of Channer for being a mutant, funny how Conner ended up being a mutant.
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Post by liv on Jan 30, 2011 2:48:18 GMT -5
Olivia, the curious little monster she was, refused to leave the adults to their business, and would have stalked them if her mother hadn't willingly allowed her to come. They were in the Hospital now, in one of the rooms. Her mother, Wicked, and Uncle Con were talking about who knew what, while Olivia sat there, staring at the sleeping teenager. Or... Sitting on him, staring at him. She sat on the end of the bed, cross legged sitting comfortably on his feet. Her bright pink blanket was still wrapped firmly around her, her large eyes intent on him.
Being on his feet, she was the only one to notice a little movement. When it happened it was almost like her eyes got three times larger, if that were possible! "He's awake, he's awake, he's awake!" She was chanting 'He's awake', as if it were a song or the two adults hadn't heard her the first four or fives, bouncing up and down where she sat to try and make him finish waking up. She didn't keep her voice down at all, why would she? It wasn't like anyone had really taught her to be quiet! What with her mother being so outspoken and her father willing to go along with whatever her mother taught her...
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Post by conner on Jan 30, 2011 2:57:56 GMT -5
*Conner and Wicked were talking about the chances of his younger brother running in to Chris then coming here. Also about what they were going to do. Conner walked over to Channer and the chanting five year old. With one look Conner knew what was wrong.* Here this will make it go away. *He held two pills and a glass of water. The pills were pain killer. Used often when the hospital was based in a head quarters of mutants that had problems controlling their powers.*
*After Channer took the pills Conner looked over at Olivia he smiled.* Livi we know now he's awake now, you did such a good job in telling us. *He went to the bouncing energy ball and picked her up. Praise always went well with little kids. they loved to hear that they were doing good. But To prevent Channer from suffering through her, Conner placed her over his shoulders where she couldn't get down. But she could bounce all she liked. Conner was used to doing this so his shoulders were getting stronger every time he did it. He loved to spend time with Olivia, but she could talk. Sometimes he did have to escape, but most the time he was good and tolerated her.*
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Post by channer on Jan 30, 2011 18:55:24 GMT -5
There was a little bouncing up and down on top of him, chanting the same thing over and over again, great. As if his splitting headache wasn’t bad enough. Channer reluctantly opened his eyes, and immediately regretted it for a blinding array of colors flashed in front of his eyes when he did, immediately worsening his headache. Channer closed his eyes and then a couple of seconds later opened them again. The colors were still blinding, but they were more focused, and Channer saw that his older brother was holding out some pills and a glass of water.
Channer slowly pushed himself into a sitting possession, and gratefully took the pain killers from Conner. He placed a couple of them in his mouth then took a big gulp of water. “Thanks.” After that Channer didn’t know what to say. So much was just running through his head. Conner was a mutant? When did he get his powers? How long had he had his powers? What were his powers? What did he think now that he knew Conner was a mutant? What was he feeling about being back in his older brother’s presence?
Channer let out a grown as his headache worsened.
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Post by que on Jan 30, 2011 19:12:41 GMT -5
Wicked was smirking at how easily Conner was able to handle her young daughter. The little girl just loved him, and thankfully he was great with kids. Soon, he'd have one of his own! Olivia, up on his shoulders, had giggled when Conner suddenly scooped her up onto his shoulders, and decided that now would be the perfect time to practice her braiding on his short hair.
"You know Conner, if you ever want to borrow her, you can. Maybe I'd be able to get a good nights sleep then!" Everyone knew that Olivia always seemed to have an endless amount of energy, even more then Conner! Rarely would you find her tired, even rarer? asleep.
She leaned up against a wall, tilting her head a little. "Well, this certainly is an interesting development. No wonder he looked so familiar. Family resemblance and all." She was grinning now, her fuming temper at Channer gone. "So? What should we do with him? Or better yet, I'm curious. How is it that your long lost brother" She pointed at Conner. "Managed to come across this place how many years later? Really, what are the chances?" She paused for a moment, her grin vanished. "And where has he been since you last saw him? Or what has he been up to." There was a large variety of mutants in Canada, but there were only three types. The Runaways and those with them, those needing to get away from the persecution of the States, and those with malice intentions...
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Post by conner on Jan 30, 2011 19:27:55 GMT -5
*Conner didn't mind the little girl up on his shoulders, she was happy and out of the way. Two of the best combinations. He looked at Wicked letting her speak.*
It's been about ten years, and the chances are pretty slim I guess, but with us isn't anything possible. *He was talking about the runaways. there were so many things that shouldn't be real or happening, but their happening.*
*Seeing the seriousness on Wicked's face made Conner ponder her questions. He knew that there were infinite possibly of what Channer could have been doing for ten whole years. Most of them not good. Conner knew about the types of mutants in Chanada. He had run into a number of them. Most of them....not good encountering, and mostly in bars.* What have you been up to Channer. * Curiosity on Conner's face. He did care for his younger brother, more than Channer probably knew...or even care to admit. He would probably have lots of questions for Conner, and he would answer...most of them. At least the ones that he was allowed to answer. He was sure that Channer would want to know what his power was and how he came across this crazy woman.*
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Post by channer on Jan 30, 2011 20:37:29 GMT -5
Where has he been? And what has he been up to? Right, like he was going to tell them that he was part of the brotherhood of mutants. That would go over well. Channer laid back down while thinking about what he was going to tell them because he defiantly wasn’t going to tell them the truth. But when Conner asked him what he had been doing he kind of lost it. Now Channer admits that he might have overreacted, but Conner and Channer hadn’t parted on the best of terms. Channer sat up and fixed his older brother with a disbelieving glare. “What have I been doing? What makes you think that I would even tell you that? We haven’t seen each other for ten years. Not since I ran away, remember? But it wasn’t like you cared.”
Channer knew that that was probably a low blow, but he was feeling too many emotions concerning his brother, anger and hurt about the last time they saw each other, happiness that he was with his brother again, and about ten others that he couldn’t name, so he decided to go with the one that he usually went with, anger.
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Post by que on Jan 30, 2011 22:59:25 GMT -5
"Yeah... Anything is possible.... Doesn't mean it actually happens."
Wicked didn't even look at Conner as she spoke, her gaze set on Channer. She wanted answers, right then and there. Even Conner seemed curious as to what his younger brother had been up to.... And Olivia was still practicing her braiding.
Channer's outburst though... A frown touched her lips. "Conner, step back." Her voice was commanding, even those who didn't know her would find it hard to disobey. It was the voice of a true leader. She was taking her new set of gloves off, dropping them to the ground as she stepped to the foot of Channer's bed so they were face to face. She leaned forward, pressing her exposed hands on the blankets around Channer.
The fabric around him changes to stone, holding his body in place. He wouldn't even be able to wiggle his toes. "Let me lay down a few rules, boy-o." Her voice was a motherly stern, her own daughter looking up, bewildered, as if thinking she was being addressed. Finally she smiled and returned to her work. She wasn't the one in trouble this time. "And you will follow all of them."
"First, you will not act like some spoiled brat who had a toy taken away in front of my daughter." Oh was she serious to. She down right hated people yelling and having fits with Olivia present. "You will answer our questions, quickly and truthfully, or else we will force you to answer them." The stone pinning him down was enough to prove that they would force him to talk. "You will treat everyone here with respect." That was more of a 'for his own safety' rule, if only because a lot of Runaways had powers related to emotion.
"Do I make myself clear?" She had him fixed with a dark, commanding stare, one that would make you have second thoughts to disagreeing.
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Post by conner on Jan 30, 2011 23:24:37 GMT -5
*Conner was hurt by Channers words and was planning on sucking him again, if it only wouldn't hurt him too. But Wicked took away his indesision. He stepped away taking a seat so that he could still watch Channer but was to far away to do anything to help. Wicked was well...wicked. She could be stopped once. But this time, there was no helping him now. Conner pulled Olivia off his shoulders in a playful manner. Making her sit facing Channer on his lap* My turn *he then started to barade her hair in small strips. After a few strands were good and done he pulled out his strange looking meter and checked his energy. He was low.* Dang *He muttered under his breath* This thing is never freaking happy. *He was low. Stupid thing. He had to blow up, forcing the energy out quickly. He only did that in Alaska, when no one else was around. Maybe he should go back up there again. But Nelly wouldn't be happy about him going alone, and she wouldn't be able to make the hike in her condition right now. She was getting so big. He wasn't sure that it was only one child.*
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Post by channer on Jan 30, 2011 23:44:15 GMT -5
Channer narrowed his eyes when Wicked turned the bed to stone. “Is this supposed to intimidate me? I’ve been through worse.” Which was true, training with the brotherhood hadn’t been a walk in the park. Channer had come close to dying many times during training. Channer had learned early in the brotherhood to be intimidated usually meant dearth, you had to hide your fear or be killed. “Why do you care anyways? This doesn’t even involve you. You weren’t there.”
When Channer turned his gaze to Conner he saw in his eyes that he really hurt him with that comment. That was a wound that still hurt both of them deeply, for entirely different reasons. It was when Channer was thinking about that when he realized something. “You got struck by lightning, didn’t you? That’s how you became a mutant.”
Getting struck by lightning, that was what had torn the two brothers apart. Channers power’s had been steadily growing stronger every year since he was born and Conner was the only one that didn’t treat Channer like he was some kind of freak because he knew things before they happened. That was until Channer turned nine. When Channer turned nine he had a vision that Conner would be struck by lightning and Conner had freaked out, who wouldn’t, and had lashed out in fear. Conner had never acted like that, it had scared Channer and he had thought that the only person who he could trust didn’t like him anymore. So he did the only thing that made sense in his nine year old mind, he ran away.
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Post by que on Jan 30, 2011 23:56:31 GMT -5
Oh, Wicked was growing angrier and angrier by the second. This brat was getting on her nerves. He obviously didn't seem to realize just who was in charge around here, and who was at that person's mercy. "Kid, if I'd meant to intimidate you, I would have turned you into something you're not supposed to be." Her voice was dangerously even now.
"What about those rules I just laid down? Already breaking them?" The stone was starting to change into metal now, shrinking tightly against his skin, constricting his movement even more and creeping up to cover his chest. It would have been difficult to breath before, now? It would hurt even more. "If you've forgotten, you're in the middle of one of the most dangerous mutant hide-outs in the world." In some ways, the Runaways were far more dangerous then the Brotherhood. How? Well, the extreme powers were one reason!
Perhaps Channer hadn't known before just who these people were, but anyone among the Brotherhood knew that there was only one dangerous mutant group in Canada, the Runaways. And the Runaways did not like the Brotherhood. Once he made the connection of who they were, it wouldn't take him long to realize that this was the infamous Wicked, who could turn anything, even flesh, into something else.
"I expect those answers. Now. Before you and Conner take a trip down memory lane."
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Post by liv on Jan 31, 2011 0:07:07 GMT -5
Olivia seemed to be having the time of her life up on Conner's shoulders, trying, and failing, to braid his hair. When he swung her down though, a fit of giggles filled the room. She squirmed a little as he tried to settle him on her lap, before finally settling down again, and letting him have a turn at braiding her hair. He was a much better braider then her.
She watched the conversation between her mother and her mother's new 'hostage' with a wide eyed interest. It was a little freaky, having a five year old watch an argument, until you remembered she was the daughter of Wicked.
Only when Conner stopped did she twist to see what he was doing, staring curiously at the meter. At a very very young age she'd been taught what each color meant. It wasn't a good color right now. "Moooooommy?" She looked back at her mother with her usual wide eyed curiosity. She put on a little show, making her hands act like an explosion, sound affects and all.
She was smiling, as if proud of her act, before hopping off Conner's lap, and crawling onto the 'metal' bed, so she could sit right in front of Channer with an adorable scowl... That was meant to be intimidating. "Why are you being mean to Uncle Con? No one's allowed to be mean to Uncle Con!" The metal under her actually started to rust. No, Olivia was not happy with this mean teenager. She hated people who upset her family.
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Post by conner on Jan 31, 2011 0:23:24 GMT -5
*Conner smiled at Olivia's attempt at being mean. She was so cute. But she got points of the try. Honestly Conner didn't want to stay. But he knew that he had to.* I'm going to step out for a bit. Wicked this will be your chance to do anything you want. Just try not to kill him. *The words that Channer had said still ringing in his head. He turned and left the room. Walking out of the building. Conner rarely had to leave like this. Leaving when Wicked was like this was unheard of with Conner. It was obvious that Conner was really hurting about what Channer said, even to the enraged Wicked with her attention souly on Channer.*
*There was a blizzard going now but Conner still stepped out. Taking off his hoody to revel a short sleved shirt and he just stood there until his meter said that he was almost to the red. Placing the hoody back on he walked back to the building. He went to a hospital room that was empty and locked the door. He leaned against the door and slid down. He just had to be alone for a little bit. He put an energy shield around the door so that no one would be able to even try to enter, even if they had a key. He just had to be alone, eventually he laid down on the floor, just letting everything leave him.
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Post by channer on Jan 31, 2011 0:45:40 GMT -5
Channer glared at Wicked, but decided to go along with her, well for the most part. Channer knew enough about the Runaways to know that you didn’t want anger their leader, Wicked. Although it might have already been too late for that, oh well. “You want to know where I’ve been and what I’ve been doing? Fine I ran away when I was nine. I’ve been living on my own for the last ten years; always moving from one place to another. Just like thousands of other mutants out there.” It was true too, for the most part. The only part that he omitted was that he was part of the brotherhood.
When the little girl sitting on his brothers’ lap made an exploding sound Channer just looked confused, but he guessed that it most likely had something to do with Conner’s powers, since he was now part of the Runaways. Then when she came over to him and tried to intimidate him Channer had to lift an eyebrow. Who did she think she was Wicked? Channer wasn’t even sure if it was even worth a response. Not that she would understand if he tried to explain it to her.
When Conner walked out of the room Channer knew, absolutely knew, that he had hurt his older brother deeply. That made Channer regret his words, but that in turn made him mad at himself, which just made him more ticked at Conner for making him mad at himself. Channer clenched his hands. ‘Dang it.’
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Post by que on Jan 31, 2011 1:09:16 GMT -5
Wicked had just nodded when Conner suddenly left. Olivia had made it pretty clear that Conner's energy levels were reaching the exploding point. Normally, if she weren't so pissed off, she might have done something about it, but right now? She wasn't thinking all that clearly.
"See, I might believe you, if it weren't for one tiny little detail." She was frowning still, reaching over to pull Olivia towards her, Olivia making an 'Oomph' sound when she was suddenly yanked at her glaring practice dummy. "Hun, try not to age it to much. If it breaks on him he'll get hurt." Wicked didn't sound to concerned about that, the reason she said it? Mainly so he knew it wouldn't take much work to hurt him...
"If your story was true, I can't imagine how a nine year old could live on their old." She ran her fingers through her daughters hair, untangling the long locks. "Physically, you wouldn't have been able to survive. So someone had to take care of you. And educate you." Her gaze was intense. They had a school of sorts in the Hide-out for their younger members. "I find it pretty impossible that you haven't been to school of some sort since you were in fourth grade..."
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