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Post by Iceman on Jul 1, 2006 21:43:55 GMT -5
((ooc: This is when John first came to Xavier's. He and Bobby met earlier that day. Bobby has planned to meet Kitty, Rogue, and the rest of the gang later that day, lets say by the stairs...To hang out.))
Rather than let himself into his own room, Bobby stood outside and pounded on the door. "Hey! John, your dates are waiting!" He pictured Rogue and Kitty, who were hopefully already waiting for them downstairs. If only any guy were lucky enough to have both as dates at once...Bobby pushed the thought from his mind as he pounded his fist on the door again.
No answer. Was he in there? Bobby hit the door with his open hand a last time, and left it against the wooden door. Frost and ice formed on the door around his hand, and quickly spread out until the entire door was coated in ice. Bobby smirked; he knew the inside looked the same. "Come on, fireman." He said, wondering if that would be taken as a challenge to use his powers on the ice. Was it meant as a challenge? Maybe.
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Post by Pyro on Jul 2, 2006 8:33:15 GMT -5
"Come on, fireman."
John had actually fallen asleep, made weary by the events of the day and the sheer novelty of having a bed to sleep on. Bobby's pounding on the door ripped him cruelly from a rather pleasant dream and he sat up, sleepy-eyed and momentarily disoriented.
Automatic waking-up reaction number one. He reached over and took the Zippo into his hand. Whilst the Professor had speculated that John had some quite phenomenal abilities with fire and flame, the fact that he couldn't create fire from nothing irked him.
He got to his feet and headed for the door, which was iced over.
"Cute," he said, irritably and flicked the Zippo. A flame tracer followed the line of ice around the door line, melting it easily as it went, and he pulled the door open. "You always so damn loud?"
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Post by Iceman on Jul 2, 2006 11:10:01 GMT -5
Bobby met the grumpy face with a cheery one of his own. "You always so damn late?" He asked good-naturedly. "Come on. Don't want to keep the ladies waiting. Or did you forget I was dragging you along with me?" He grinned and took a few steps down the hall. He seemed in an especially good mood.
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Post by Pyro on Jul 2, 2006 11:21:43 GMT -5
John pocketed the Zippo and pulled the door of his and Bobby's room shut behind him, heading out to follow Bobby down the corridor. A few of the younger students they passed cast curious glances at the newcomer, but he successfully ignored every single one of them.
"I wasn't late," he said, in his mild tone. "I was sleeping."
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Post by Iceman on Jul 2, 2006 11:25:54 GMT -5
"I think we ought to go into town and grab some food. There's this place that serves the best wings--" Bobby was just making conversation until they reached the end of the hall.
When they got to the stairs, he leaned over the railing to see if any of his friends were already there. They should be, as it was already ten past.
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Post by Pyro on Jul 2, 2006 11:56:09 GMT -5
John went into what Bobby had already learned was his most defensive stance. "I haven't got any cash," he said, keeping his tone fairly level. "The Professor said he thinks he should be able to sort out some sort of student allowance for me, but I haven't got any money just yet." He thrust his hands into the pockets of his well-worn combats and Bobby could feel the anxiety radiating from him in waves.
"Maybe I could just say hi, then you guys can go off and do whatever it is you do. I've got a lot of stuff to sort out." Like more sleeping, for one thing.
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Post by Shadowcat on Jul 2, 2006 12:56:51 GMT -5
Kitty'd been on the stairs about ten minutes at this point. Though she was never really that annoyed when people were late (if confused), it always did bring up the slightly morbid part of her that did exist under all the other layers of sweetness and light. Kitty could never help wondering if there'd been some horrible accident and that's why so and so was late, or if so and so had committed suicide on the way there and she'd go looking for them and find their corpse hanging from the rafters.
Not a particularly pleasant way to spend the last nine minutes and thirty seconds.
Of course, logically, Bobby was late because he was just late, that was all. Boys were inherently late beings. Boy Time, it had been explained to her, was different from regular people (i.e. girls) time; half an hour usually translated to a full hour, and 'I'll call you tomorrow' meant 'I'll call you in a few days, if at all.'
Still, it was good to hear Bobby's voice and another unfamiliar one from above her. She looked up to see Bobby hanging over the railing and another guy behind him and smiled at both.
"Hey," she said. "Get lost on the way?"
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Post by Iceman on Jul 2, 2006 14:55:29 GMT -5
"I haven't got any cash...Maybe I could just say hi, then you guys can go off and do whatever it is you do. I've got a lot of stuff to sort out."
Bobby started to offer to pay for him, because it was all he could think to do even though he wouldn't have been suprised if John had gotten defensive about the offer--but John kept talking, so Bobby didn't interrupt.
"Well...You don't have to come..." Bobby started reluctantly. 'If you've really got something else to do, and aren't just saying that,' he finished inwardly, casting John a sideways look.
"But we want you to," he continued truthfully. "There's a lot more to do than eat wings, anyway. Besides, I always get out-voted. We'll probably just walk around town or hang out outside or something."
"Hey. Get lost on the way?"
Bobby smiled down at Kitty before pushing away from the railing. "Nah, had to go wake Sleeping Beauty," he replied as he started down the steps. Pausing on the middle landing, where the stairs took a U-turn and continued to the ground, Bobby gestured to John.
"This is John...Allerdyce?" He gave John a questioning look, but he was pretty sure he remembered his last name correctly. Starting down the last flight of stairs, he added, "John, meet Kitty."
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Post by Pyro on Jul 2, 2006 15:27:54 GMT -5
"Yeah, John Allerdyce," confirmed John, stepping round Bobby to meet the girl introduced as Kitty properly.
If there was one thing about John that was unnerving, it was the look he gave you when he first met you. It was as though he would recognise everything about you; the colour of your eyes, the set of your jawline, the clothes you were wearing, filing it all away for some nefarious future purpose.
He himself cut a curious figure; wearing clothes that had obviously seen better days and which were just ever-so-slightly too large for him. They did little to cover just how scrawny he was. But his face was youthful and the green eyes bright and intelligent as he glanced over Kitty.
"Nice to meet you," he said eventually, putting out a hand to shake hers. "John. Pyro. Just arrived here today. It's a pleasure."
He sounded like he meant it, too.
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Post by Shadowcat on Jul 2, 2006 15:47:46 GMT -5
"Nah, had to go wake Sleeping Beauty."
Kitty giggled and glanced at the other boy - must be Bobby's new roommate. Her laugh died a little quickly, though, partially because it hadn't been too terribly funny and partially because the boy was staring at her like he could see into her head. It was a strange feeling; Kitty wasn't sure she liked it, though she gamely gazed back for a few seconds, before feeling forced to loook away through politeness. Thankfully, Bobby was there to make it look natural.
"This is John...Allerdyce? John, meet Kitty."
"Yeah, John Allerdyce."
"Hi, John Allerdyce," Kitty said, standing up and tugging down the bottom of her t-shirt nervously.
"Nice to meet you. John. Pyro. Just arrived here today. It's a pleasure."
At least he sounded sincere. Kitty felt strangely as if she'd passed some sort of examination. "Same," she said, shaking his hand with a firm grip, though not the bone-crushing one her dad had tried to instill in her when she was younger. "Pleasure, I mean, I didn't just get here today. And my name's not John, it's - Kitty, like he said."
Babbling. Shut up.
"It's pretty nice here, though" she said. "I think you'll like it." He had, she noticed, very bright eyes; green, which was strange. Green eyes were usually murky, at least in her experience.
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Post by Pyro on Jul 2, 2006 16:50:09 GMT -5
A smile crept onto John's face as though something Kitty had said amused him. "Yeah," he said, running a hand through his hair then sliding both hands into the pockets of his trousers. "Yeah, it's not bad from what I've seen so far. Especially since Chill here sent me to the girl's bathroom instead of the guy's. Sweet sense of humour, huh?"
He pulled out his Zippo and began flipping it open and closed.
"You been here long then, Kitty?"
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Post by Shadowcat on Jul 2, 2006 17:32:02 GMT -5
When had she said something funny? Oh, wait. He was just laughing at her. Lovely.
"Yeah, it's not bad from what I've seen so far. Especially since Chill here sent me to the girl's bathroom instead of the guy's. Sweet sense of humour, huh?"
Kitty looked confused about the Chill thing for a split second - the only other person there was Bobby - and then turned her angry face on.
Her angry face was more a disappointed face. "Bobby!" she said as sternly as she could, pushing on his shoulder rather than actually hitting him and then placing her fists on her hips. "That is not funny!"
It wasn't just a cruel joke to play on John; Kitty wouldn't want to be the girl caught in the showers when a boy walked in.
"You been here long then, Kitty?"
"Yes," Kitty said with slight venom, still glaring at just a little, though not at John, obviously. "Yeah, I have - six or seven months. A while. The only real downside is some of the people," she said, glancing pointedly at Bobby.
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Post by Iceman on Jul 2, 2006 19:00:49 GMT -5
'Especially since Chill here sent me to the girl's bathroom instead of the guy's. Sweet sense of humour, huh?'
Bobby couldn't help but start laughing as John told Kitty of the incident from earlier that day. Despite John's sour reaction, he personally held to his belief that it had been a good prank. After all, John had moved in front of him, so he was safe to laugh. When Kitty turned on him, Bobby ducked his head and lifted his hand to his mouth in a half-hearted attempt to hide his laughter.
'The only real downside is some of the people.'
This did more to dampen his grin than her scolding. He glanced away and then back at her, a small smile the only remains of his laughter on his face. "Ah, come on, Kit. Who's the one who makes you laugh so hard milk comes out your nose?" It had only happened a couple of times. But they were priceless.
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Post by Admin on Jul 2, 2006 19:52:51 GMT -5
"Sorry, sorry, sorry!" Rogue said as she flew down the stairs, barely catching herself at the bottom railing. "I know I'm late, and I know how much you worry when people are late, Kitty, but first the hair dryer wouldn't work, and then I couldn't get my earring to go in, and then my shoelace broke and I had to borrow one of yours." She looked down at her feet, one tennis shoe tied with a regular white lace, and one with a pink one. "Remind me to give it back."
She smiled quickly in appology at them all, before finally taking a good look at the new kid. He didn't look like much to begin with, but his eyes were an interesting color, and he seemed to have a fierceness about him that many of the mansion kids lacked, including herself. She seldom dressed or held herself with confidence, especially after the Liberty Island incident, and it unnerved her slightly to be facing someone who obviously had quite a bit of self-confidence, perhaps even to the point of being a bit arrogant.
"Rogue," she said as she stuck out her carefully gloved hand, "pleased to meet you."
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Post by Pyro on Jul 3, 2006 1:27:05 GMT -5
John turned the same scrutinizing gaze onto Rogue as he had just done on Kitty. He took in her outfit, most noticeably the gloves and shook her hand. "John Allerdyce," he said, then added with just the hint of a smirk, "Pyro."
If SHE was going to go by her mutant name, then so was he.
For all his brashness, John was feeling ever so slightly intimidated by this initiation into what was clearly an established gang of friends. He returned to clicking his Zippo open and closed, a nervous habit.
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Post by Iceman on Jul 3, 2006 8:27:06 GMT -5
Bobby turned and grinned as Rogue dashed down the stairs, apologizing as fast as she could.'Remind me to give it back.'
He waved a hand and shrugged. "Don't worry about it. We just got here, like, a minute ago. Kitty's the only one who gets anywhere on time." Which they all liked about her, of course. And the fact that she didn't get mad at them for being late, like most punctual people did.
After Rogue and John introduced themselves, Bobby glanced up the stairs, half expecting someone else to come flying down. "Is Pete coming?" Bobby asked either Kitty or Rogue, or both. He hadn't seen him yet today to ask.
((ooc: Guess I should ask you, Sarah. Lol!))
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Post by Shadowcat on Jul 3, 2006 10:29:08 GMT -5
"Ah, come on, Kit. Who's the one who makes you laugh so hard milk comes out your nose?"
Kitty flushed. "That happened, like, twice," she said, folding her arms.
Thankfully, Rogue flew down the stairs in enough time that Kitty couldn't start sulking in earnest (hadn't they agreed that the instances would never again be mentioned?), apologizing the whole way down.
"Remind me to give it back."
Kitty shook her head, all smiles again. "No, keep it," she said. "I'll give you the other one, then you'll match." Kitty probably had spares elsewhere - she had spare everything - and Rogue needed the color in her wardrobe.
"Don't worry about it. We just got here, like, a minute ago. Kitty's the only one who gets anywhere on time."
Kitty shrugged it off, uncomfortable. She still couldn't get over thinking people's compliments on her obsessively perfect behavior were also insults, just a little bit.
At least, though, it wasn't only her who got the Look of Death. John looked at Rogue the same way he'd looked at her, as if she were transparent, before giving his introduction and beginning to flick his lighter on and off. Kitty wondered if he smoked (ew) or if it had something to do with his power - with a name like 'Pyro,' you could be pretty sure what he did.
"Is Pete coming?"
"I don't know," Kitty said. "I think I've seen him around today, but I'm not sure - did you ask him?"
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Post by tingrin on Jul 3, 2006 13:28:45 GMT -5
"I think I've seen him around today, but I'm not sure - did you ask him?"
"Da, he asked me."
The voice belonged to a large young man who was hurrying towards the little assemblage of students. Large wasn't the best word to describe him. Piotr Rasputin was 6'6" tall and very solidly built. So solidly built that he seemed more real than anything around him.
"I am very sorry, tovarisch," the big Russian said apologetically to Kitty. "I do not think I will be able to join you today. There is much work that I need to be getting on with and I cannot afford to take any more time off from it."
By 'work' Peter most likely meant looking after the youngest students. They adored him. He cast a glance in John's direction and stared down at the constantly on-off flicking lighter curiously. "You are new here, are you not?" he said. "I am Piotr Rasputin. Most people here just call me Peter."
He shook John's hand and John seemed awestruck enough by the sheer size of the man not to try any facetious comments. He merely introduced himself as 'John' and looked, for all the world, like he wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole.
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Post by Iceman on Jul 3, 2006 15:41:32 GMT -5
Bobby couldn't miss the stricken look on John's face as he met Pete for the first time. Bobby remembered feeling much the same when he'd first met him.
"Pete's the resident baby-sitter." Bobby explained, watching John's reaction with an amused look.
He then turned to Peter. "You sure you can't make it, man?" he implored.
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Post by tingrin on Jul 3, 2006 15:46:03 GMT -5
"There will be many other opportunities," said the Russian in the stoic manner that he had. "I promised the children and you know how terrifying they can be if you do not deliver. Pitchforks, burning torches...the whole angry mob thing." He rolled his eyes almost comically.
"It is good to meet you, John. I am sure Rogue and Bobby and..." Here, the big man paused barely noticeably. "...Kitty...will keep you entertained."
With that, Peter jogged lightly off down the corridor.
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