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Post by avalanche on Sept 22, 2006 19:07:40 GMT -5
Dom lay against the shower wall for at least twenty minutes, letting the hot water sooth his aching muscles. It felt miraculous, and after a bit he was certain he'd dozed off some. Generally speaking, Dominic was a fit guy. He jogged periodically, hit the gym often, and did his best to stay in good shape – old habits from his high school wrestling days.
Yet he'd never, ever felt as completely exhausted as he did at that moment. He'd never used so much of his power so quickly, and even in this last year of training had he not pushed himself that far. His body was exhausted, and now completely starving for the lack of calories left in it.
He turned the shower off, finally moved enough by his hunger to do something. A slobby drying job later, and he was out into the hotel room in his jeans. He felt like he'd not slept in days.
“We need to go grab some grub.” He said to the room, drying his hair and not paying attention to whether or not Recluse was there.
He trusted she'd not run out with the cash. She was family.
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Post by recluse on Sept 23, 2006 2:39:31 GMT -5
Sitting around watching crappy pay-per-view porn wasn't exactly Gracie's idea of a fun afternoon.
At least, not when they had bucketloads of cash to spend and the porn was the kind that never showed the money shot.
What else were you supposed to do at a sleazy motel, though?
While she supposed that she could have gone and talked to Dom in the shower, the idea of looking at him naked when she'd just been watching porn was a bit... disturbing. Dom was like a brother to her, so looking at him with even a hint of sexual association was just wrong in her mind.
He'd been in there for a while, too. The idea of barging in and possibly interrupting... private time... just cause she was bored made Recluse make a face.
Finally, though, the shower stopped and he came out drying his hair.
"Yeah, sounds like a plan." Turning back to watch the last few moments of the porno flick - the guy had a really ugly 'oh' face and the girl just looked bored - she shrugged and turned off the TV.
It was a good thing she'd claimed the shower before him, because there was no way that she'd go back out in public reeking of the sewer. She'd scrubbed her feet for what seemed like days to get the crap off them. One of the downfalls of her mutation.
Running a hand through her own damp hair, unbrushed and shooting out in all directions, Gracie looked back at Dom.
"You might want to put a shirt on first."
Otherwise they'd be followed around by a gaggle of teenage girls for the rest of the day. Not a good thing for thieves trying to keep a low profile.
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Post by avalanche on Sept 23, 2006 3:06:55 GMT -5
"What the fuck are you watching?" Dom said, but got no reply as she turned to watch the end. Man, that guy had a shitty Oh-Face.
"You might want to put a shirt on first."
"Yeah yeah." He said, pulling a T-shirt on tiredly. It was new, plain black. He was starting to really enjoy his newer style of dress, which had just gained a touch more of class in his year of study.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he was pulling his socks and boots on.
"You shouldn't watch this shit, by the way - when you finally lose your virginity you'll have a warped sense of what sex is like." He couldn't help but grin.
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Post by recluse on Sept 23, 2006 3:25:27 GMT -5
All she could do was snort loudly in reponse to his comment as she pulled on a pair of shoes. Checkered slip-ons, easy to get off when she needed to. Black and hot pink to match the little black tank top she was wearing.
"You're kidding, right? Just cause I'll bite anything that gets put in my mouth doesn't mean I'm all innocent."
There were plenty of things you could do without having to involve her mouth in the equation.
As long as the person wasn't freaked out by her anatomy.
Some people liked it. She wasn't sure whether to be scared by that or not.
"There was nothing else on, anyway." Standing, she fetched her wallet and shoved it into the pocket of her grey pants. She'd already grabbed a couple of bills, though Gracie wasn't being stupid by filling it up with a huge wad of cash. People would notice.
She had a vague thought about getting some more of her ink done while they were still in New York, but put it aside to consider later. Right now, she was hungry.
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Post by avalanche on Sept 24, 2006 11:56:42 GMT -5
“Just don't go into a history lesson, Reck, I was bein' sarcastic.” He said, standing and grabbing his own wallet and keys. “I don't anybody's associated you with the word 'innocent' since you was born.”
He chuckled, opening the door and heading out into parking lot with her.
They'd seperated the loot into three different locations – the car, hidden under a panel in the trunk, with them – in a backpack in the motel, and in a hidden floorboard in an abandoned building he'd been staying at for a while. Should any of the thirds go missing, lost, or reclaimed – they'd still have plenty of dough left with the other two, or even from one of them. Each spot had close to hundred and fifty grand in it.
He tossed Recluse the keys. “You're drivin'... I'm completely wrecked. I've never used so much power before. Where you wanna chow? I just need tons of food. We've got the dough to eat well though, so your pick.”
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Post by recluse on Sept 24, 2006 12:29:08 GMT -5
His comment made her chuckle - Recluse was more accustomed to being called a hellion than innocent. The idea of giving him a history lesson amused her, too - though that probably meant he'd retaliate with one of his own, and thinking about Dom having sex was liking thinking about her parents.
Only he was a lot hotter than her dad. It still made her shudder.
She caught the keys without having to think about it and opened the door with a shrug.
"Alright, but you asked for it."
She wasn't exactly known for obeying silly little things like speed limits and stop signs.
Shrugging again, Gracie thought for a minute.
"I really don't care - wanna just drive through so we can come back and crash?"
Not that she needed to. But he did look tired.
"That was impressive, hey. Cool shit if I ever saw it. Wonder if that guy got himself out." His suit had looked pretty hi-tech. She wondered if he'd gotten out with that intact. Probably - whatever had stopped her biting him would have protected it from the rock. Shame, sometimes she enjoyed vandalising shit that belonged to people who annoyed her.
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Post by avalanche on Sept 24, 2006 13:03:22 GMT -5
"Drive through sounds great." He said, getting into the car and leaning his seat back. "Try and obey the rules though, we've got over a hundred grand in the trunk."
He thought about it for a minute, which was hard to do. "Burger King sounds heavenly. I need protein. A LOT of it."
As they headed down the road, he considered her question a bit. What HAD happened to that guy? Dom really disliked killing, but that superhero was freaking unstoppable - worse, Dom could see in his eyes that he quite clearly had murderous intent. If Recluse hadn't saved his ass, he'd be a grease spot on that battered up road. If he hadn't hit that guy with the Earth Casket, they'd both be dead.
So he sighed.
"I don't think that asshole's dead. He seemed impenetrable. The guy was like fuckin' superman." He shook his head. "Though despite what the papers say, he's a killer."
Looking over at Recluse, he grinned. "Good save, by the way. That meat-head was a second away from splattering me all over the street."
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Post by recluse on Sept 24, 2006 13:41:17 GMT -5
Rolling her eyes, Gracie set off down the street at what felt like a snails pace. In actuality, she was going just over the speed limit - this was why most people didn't let her drive unless they absolutely had to.
"Burger King it is." There was one not too far away, so they could bring home a feast of fatty awesomeness and pig out.
"Yeah," keeping her eyes on the road felt a little rude, but she wasn't that bad, "I reckon you're right. Tried to bite him and slid right off, must have something..." She shrugged. "Impenetrable."
Her needle-like fanglets weren't stopped by much. Sharp enough to pierce through most clothing, if not long enough to get through the thick stuff, she'd rarely come across something that she couldn't at least bite into. Had no chance with this guy, and it bothered her.
"Don't worry about it, hey," was her response to his thanks.
"You'd have done the same."
There wasn't a doubt in her mind.
They drove for a short while until they reached the Burger King, and Recluse turned to Dom with a grin.
"Alright, what do you want?"
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Post by avalanche on Sept 24, 2006 13:55:43 GMT -5
Yeah, Guardian bothered Dom too. Was that the big leagues? They'd battled the Morlocks a few times, but only fringe members – mutants with strange powers that usually weren't very combat effective. He still had a scar from one guy who spat acid at him, though... but Guardian? That guy was a beast. Dom had just trained for a year, trying to master his power, 12 hours a day in the forest training and training... and for what? To get schooled by a guy in a cape? Was this the future that the Brotherhood held for them – fighting on that level?
His starvation shut him up. He looked at the board, his stomach growling quite audibly.
“Heart attack special, babe. Three of those four-layer bacon burgers, a King sized fries, A side of Onion Rings, a large Vanilla Shake... and a Large Mountain Dew.”
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Post by recluse on Sept 24, 2006 14:07:00 GMT -5
Smirking, Recluse leant out of the window.
"Did you hear that?"
There was a crackling 'Yes.'
"Times it by two. But make the burgers double cheeseburgers instead."
After a crackling repetition of the whole order - something that amused Gracie no end - they were given a suitably large final price and told to drive through.
The wait to collect their food was maddening, and Recluse found herself idly rubbing at her arm hairs - which left a cloud of them drifting out of the window and toward the car behind them.
It wasn't until she saw the driver rubbing his eyes in the rear-view mirror that she realised what she was doing, and she stopped with a snicker.
After what seemed like forever, they were finally being handed a bunch of food and drinks and enough napkins for a family of twelve, which made Gracie smile wide enough to show her fanglets to anyone observant.
"What, people can't be hungry? Got a mad case of the munchies."
Ah, at least she amused herself.
Finally, they were back on the road and heading back to the apartment, Recluse balancing her shake between her legs and digging at her fries with one hand.
... Well, at least she was doing the speed limit.
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Post by avalanche on Sept 24, 2006 14:29:12 GMT -5
Amazingly Dom still had two burgers and his fries left by the time they got back to the Motel. He’d devoured the other burger and the onion rings in the short trip back ravenously. The entire time he made small grunts of joy, his body crying out for the delicious replacement of calories and carbs. Just energy in general.
Inside, they both sat cross legged on the bed, chomping silently the rest of their grub. The TV was playing an episode of that Meatwave cartoon, and they both chuckled at parts of it. It really was quality cinema – up there with Ren and Stimpy.
Dom held up his gigantic burger when Meatwave was surfing, and yelled simultaneously with the cartoon hero: “MMeeeeaaaaatttt – Waaaaaaaaavvvee!”
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Post by recluse on Sept 25, 2006 1:08:59 GMT -5
"Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiidddde Sallllaaaaaaaaaaaaddddd!!!"
Gracie was calling it out without thinking - that was just what you did when the cartoon was on. Of course, she'd timed herself wrong and had to say it around a mouthful of burger, but the thought was there.
She had a brief moment's consideration as to why she was SideSalad and Dom was Meatwave, but then he was actually interested in leading. Content for the moment to be the sidekick, Recluse shrugged and finished the last of her burger, taking a long sip of her Mountain Dew.
"So, we've got cash and transport, and now food... What's the plan for getting up to Xavier's?" If they were going to be leaving the cash here, they needed to get back before the Brotherhood came to pick them up. Taking more than a third of it in the car could be dangerous, though.
Draining the last of her mountain dew, Recluse laid back and patted her stomach.
"That was a good idea."
All carbed up now, and the adrenaline from the heist worn off, she was starting to think that sleeping for the rest of the day would be a good idea.
Well, she was like a spider. Busy periods and then lots of waiting seemed to be the way things were.
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Post by avalanche on Sept 25, 2006 15:31:18 GMT -5
“Xavier’s is gonna be a synch. They don’t know us, and they’re all goody-goody. That means they’ll take us in if we want to be let in. We walk up and say: ‘hey, we’re mutants from the streets – we want to help out, and learn some more about our powers. What can we do?’ – and they’ll probably put us up, train us up, and hell – maybe let us join the X-Men.”
He chuckled at the premise of Recluse and he in those ridiculous leather outfits. Good Lord, what the hell was wrong with those people?
“As for the dough, we’ll need to find a way to keep it with us, but spread out. I dunno… try to keep a lot of it on us, as much as possible. In pockets and socks and whatnot. Though I doubt it’ll get stolen up at that school.”
He let out a large yawn, and chomped down the rest of his burger before kicking off his boots and pulling his shirt back off.
“For now though, I really need some sleep. Let’s just hit the hay early, wake up tomorrow and come up with a plan. Sound good?”
He laid down, kicking some trash off onto the floor, and covered himself with the comforter. It was probably the most comfortable moment of his recent memory, his entire body aching for sleep, completely satisfied with its meal. “Man… I think I could sleep for a year. If I’m not up by six tomorrow morning though, wake me up, eh?”
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Post by recluse on Sept 26, 2006 1:55:50 GMT -5
The idea of carrying wads of cash in her socks was an interesting one. Actually, she thought she might be able to weave them some little pouches that they could wear under their clothes. She'd have to do that overnight, particularly if Dom did sleep all the way through, but for now she just ruffled her hair up and yawned.
"Mmm, yeah, will do."
Closing her eyes and snuggling up against the pillow, Recluse nodded off quickly enough, her dreams filled with Meatwave and cash and tattoos and Dom looking mighty fine in a leather suit.
She woke up gasping.
Disturbing.
Sitting in the dark, weaving away at what looked like a giant cats cradle that involved her whole body, Recluse was happier than she'd been for a whole year.
Even though she was still a bit freaked out by the idea of Dom looking hot in leather.
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Post by impact on Sept 26, 2006 20:09:00 GMT -5
BAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAM.
BAM. BAM. BAM.
*crunch*
"Shit."
BAMBAMBAMBAMBAM- "PETROS!! Wake the FUCK up!"
It was a shitty hotel. No one was going to be disturbed by some late night knocking. If anything else it would serve as percussion to the fucking and pipe smoking that was likely going on behind doors in either direction.
BAMBAMBAM- "Petros you whore, I know you're in there-" It was almost said with a sense of humor, except for the fact that the banging sounded like a sledgehammer equipped with a vibrator core.
Whoever it was, wasn't going away.
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Post by avalanche on Sept 26, 2006 21:31:24 GMT -5
Dom sat straight up, staring bleary eyed at the door. Yeah, this is what he needed - some asshole banging on the door at God knows when in the night JUST when he was really, really enjoying the dream about the cute dark headed girl with all the tattoos. Whoa! Shit, no!
He winced at the recollection, then scowled. Damn, had he been out of the loop for so long training that he found Recluse slipping into his dreams. Sure, she was hot... but she was... Recluse.
He exchanged a look with her, frowning at the door.
"Guess we'd better get that." He said, pulling himself out of the bed and walking to the door with her.
Where did he recognize that voice from?
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Post by recluse on Sept 27, 2006 0:05:11 GMT -5
"What the fuck?"
When the banging at the door had started, Gracie had actually jerked in startlement - and she'd managed to get web stuck to the top of her head.
"Fuuuuuck!"
Peeling the sticky strand off her, which involved ripping out a good number of hairs, the young mutant swore quietly and stopped her spinning, dragging the last of the web away from her body and standing to straighten her boxer shorts.
She was still wearing the little black tank top from before, but she'd taken off the grey pants when she'd started weaving, sitting around in her boxers for a much easier time of it. She couldn't be bothered putting them back on, either, so she padded over to the door with Dom and tried to avoid looking at him.
Not hot in leather, not hot in leather...
Ruffling her hair up with one hand, she pulled the door open with a scowl, standing just slightly in front of Dom. If they wanted him, maybe she could slow them down...
"What the FUCK do you want? We were busy, for fuck's sake!"
It took only a few moments for Recluse to realise what that sounded like. It took a supreme effort to keep looking casual, though the slightest hint of colour bloomed in her pale cheeks.
And then she recognised the face. Charity case, pretty crazy powers. Her lips parted just slightly, her tongue touching fanglets as if testing them.
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Post by impact on Sept 27, 2006 8:24:17 GMT -5
The tall man had one arm resting against the top of the door frame, and the leather-clad hand that had done the knocking opened and closed again, knuckles cracking before it lowered to rest at his side.
He looked at Recluse calmly, saying nothing for a long moment. Then a deep voice left his lips, speaking in a strangely quiet manner for the shouting he'd been doing earlier.
"If you didn't hear me the first time, try asking one of your neighbors. I'm sure they heard me clearly."
Unmoving, he waited to have what he'd asked for delivered.
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Post by avalanche on Sept 27, 2006 8:37:02 GMT -5
Now who the fuck is -
Dom began to think... Then his stomach sank.
Aw shit it's Lucas James!!
He couldn't help but think it that way. That's what everyone on the street thought when they saw the guy, though usually it was accompanied by a scattering of whatever gathering was going on. When Lucas came around, he generally wanted something... and when he wanted something, you pretty much gave it to him.
It was a reputation, sure, and a story or two of his immense mutant strength. I mean... the guy punched someone's head to paste. Literally. He destroyed a truck with his bare hands. Lucas James was less a neighborhood bully, and more a force of nature – a horror movie creature everyone stayed way clear of.
Obviously, sometimes, your dice came up snake eyes though, and old Luke came a callin'.
Why the fuck did it have to be now?
Then again – so the guy had super strength? Sure, it was impressive when Dom could only quake the earth a little, causing no damage... but Avalanche's power had grown exponentially since he'd been developing it. Recluse and he had just buried a virtual SUPERMAN today. A guy who could fly and was invulnerable and had amazing strength... Dom was feeling ten feet tall and bullet proof.
And this was a lot like facing down the schoolyard bully now that you'd spent the summer practicing martial arts and lifting weights.
“Lucas fucking James.” Dominic said. “Here for my lunch money?"
Also – how did Lucas find him? That was a bit unsettling.
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Post by impact on Sept 27, 2006 11:29:02 GMT -5
"If you're offering." He said, looking at a ruffled Dominic across the room.
Pushing past Recluse a bit, he stepped into the room and rubbed his hands together.
"Word's got around where you're headed. If I know, others know, so you better get moving from here soon. Tonight is a good idea." He looked at them both, a sneer just behind his otherwise placid features.
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