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Post by Iceman on Sept 18, 2006 20:02:19 GMT -5
Bobby sat on the couch, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees, his thumbs moving madly over the controller, his eyes fixated on the screen. The gun-toting madman he was commanding on the screen was shooting at anything and everything in sight, and killing every enemy. He knew the game like the back of his hand; and it never got old.
"NO!" he yelled at the TV as the screen flashed red and his controller started to shake. Some son of a bitch was hitting him from behind. He dove for cover, and snuck around, managing to take out the ugly zombie enemy.
He heard footsteps on the stairs, and glanced over to see who it was.
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Post by husk on Sept 18, 2006 20:11:30 GMT -5
Paige couldn't sleep. She wandered to the common room in her plaid flannel pajama bottoms and her tank top, a can of soda in one hand and a book in the other. Her blonde hair was pulled up in a mess knot, but she didn't care.
Pausing by the doorway to open her soda, she wondered who'd left the XBox on.
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Post by Iceman on Sept 18, 2006 20:17:02 GMT -5
As soon as he'd spotted Paige, he'd bolted. His hiding place wasn't a good one at all, but it was the best he could do in the three seconds he had before she'd see him. So he'd laid on the couch and thrown the blanket over himself--after having paused his game, of course. He held perfectly still, listening carefully and holding his breath and trying not to laugh.
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Post by husk on Sept 18, 2006 20:20:31 GMT -5
Opening her book and picking up the soda again, she started to read as she came around the couch. Harry Potter. It was simple enough to keep her attention and yet sometimes, she felt pretty smart for understanding half of it.
She was just about to page 76 in Order of The Phoenix as she sat down on the couch, landing square on Bobby's stomach.
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Post by Iceman on Sept 18, 2006 20:26:27 GMT -5
"OOF!"
Suddenly the anything-but-inconspicuous lump on the couch came to life, as Bobby both tried to get out from under her and wrap his arms around her to pull her more towards his chest (in case she accidentally shifted too far to the right and did him permanent damage).
Bobby shook his head until the blanket fell off of it and he could see, and he tightened his grip around her waist, ready to wrestle her off of him. He wore a wide grin, and was laughing mischievously.
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Post by husk on Sept 18, 2006 20:33:54 GMT -5
Paige yelped, tossing the soda, the can skidding across the floor. The book clattered in the opposite direction, and as she realized who had her, she laughed.
Trying to tickle him in the ribs, she struggled, putting a foot on the end of the couch as leverage to squish him underneath her with.
"Jerk!" She laughed. "You scared the hell out of me!"
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Post by Iceman on Sept 18, 2006 20:38:34 GMT -5
Bobby wrestled her to the side, between him and the back of the couch, and he balanaced on the edge so she wouldn't be squished. He laughed, grabbing at her hands as they tickled his ribs while trying to tickle her back. "Don't you look before you sit down?!" he asked as teasingly as was possible.
In the midst of the tickling, Bobby grabbed her and buried his face in her neck, blowing raspberries against her skin. It was less than romantic, though; the next moment, his hand reached her head and he ruffled her hair mercilessly.
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Post by husk on Sept 18, 2006 20:42:38 GMT -5
Paige didn't need romantic; she had seven brothers at home. This was nothing compared to the pounding she'd received(and delivered) in the Guthrie household growing up.
Shrieking as his raspberry tickled her, she wriggled and managed to get one of his arms pinned behind him, though her hold was tentative at best. Not only was he bigger than her, he'd had a lot more physical training.
So she held his hand there while she could, trying to lock his leg so she could get on top of him. THEN he'd be in trouble.
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Post by Iceman on Sept 18, 2006 20:47:40 GMT -5
The arm she'd pinned behind him reached all around, fingers searching to tickle her without the aid of his eyes to see where he was getting to. He was pretty sure he brushed her chest a few times, but it wasn't anything taboo with them anymore. He did pull his arm free, his hands immediately going at her stomach to tickle her more fiercely, but he barely fought against her attempt to get on top of him. Who in their right mind would?
"You must have given your brothers a hell of a fight," he said with a laugh, sounding impressed.
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Post by husk on Sept 18, 2006 20:57:50 GMT -5
Grunt a little as she straddled him, she locked the fingers of both hands with his, and kicked her hips forward, her knees landing on his biceps. It was a pretty sexual movement, but also pretty innocent as they'd done their share of being sexual as it was.
Paige half grinned, obviously proud of herself. "Yeah, actually, I did. I was second oldest, but those boys still though I was a wussy just for bein a girl." Her accent slipped a bit, and she blushed. Then it was all northern accent again. "But I managed to keep them in line." She winked.
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Post by Iceman on Sept 19, 2006 8:59:17 GMT -5
“I’ll bet,” Bobby said, showing that he had no doubt that she held up her side of the fight. His mind was reeling a little from her last maneuver—it was somehow both innocently and sexily playful at the same time, which Bobby had come to know described Husk to a T.
“Ronnie and I used to fight, but it was usually hitting each other with sticks or those Hulk Hands things. Unless we were seriously trying to kill each other.” Which had happened more than once. Sibling rivalry between them had deepened as they’d grown into their teenage years, with Ronnie jealous that Bobby was always the good son, making him the black sheep by default.
Bobby took his hands from her hips and put his palms against hers in mid-air, lacing their fingers together. “I thought you went to bed,” he said, tempted to tease her for going to bed when it was only eight o’clock but biting his tongue.
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Post by husk on Sept 19, 2006 9:53:45 GMT -5
Paige sighed. "I -tried-... I've been wanting to start running in the morning before most of the kids got up. But I just couldn't."
Shifting again, she slid down his body until she was just about laying on top of him. Kissing between his eyes, she kept their hands locked together.
"I was actually hoping to find you." She smiled. "Lucky me."
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Post by Iceman on Sept 19, 2006 10:14:57 GMT -5
“Pete and I go running most mornings,” Bobby said. “You could come with us.” He didn’t think Piotr would mind if Paige came along, as long as the main focus was still running and not being lovey-dovey and leaving Piotr feeling like a third wheel. Which Bobby knew Paige would know instinctively; she was a down-to-earth and reasonable girl.
“We could probably get Kitty or Jubilee to come, too,” he offered, thinking it would make things more even if there were an equal number of males and females. Kitty would probably think Bobby was trying to set her up on a jogging double-date, though. The train of thought led Bobby to think of the extremely pale girl he’d seen Piotr around with a lot lately. She might want to run with them…But Bobby had a feeling she didn’t get out much.
Bobby turned his thoughts to the girls he’d mentioned. He was curious if Paige had met them and how she was getting along with them, or any of the other girls at the school. “You know them, right?” he asked, looking down to her without turning his head because they were so close together. He hoped the females were accepting Paige readily; he had a vague knowledge that girls could be pretty outcasting at times.
(ooc: So she wouldn’t really know Jubes at least at this point, because the roommate thing happened right after Bobby’s arrest. I had to think about that a second lol)
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Post by husk on Sept 19, 2006 10:23:54 GMT -5
"I've seen Kitty around, yeah. Haven't been introduced or anything. No clue who the other one is."
She rolled to his side and rested her head on his shoulder, tucking herself into the space between him and the back of the couch.
"I don't know. I tend to get along a LOT better with guys than girls. Girls can be so bitchy." She chuckled.
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Post by Iceman on Sept 19, 2006 10:36:52 GMT -5
Bobby laughed under his breath as he nodded in agreement. He’d noticed that she seemed to spend more time with guys—namely, him—than girls. “Bitchy’s not even in Kitty’s vocabulary, so you don’t have to worry about that. But yeah, even here girls can be like that.”
Bobby put his arm around her, offering protection in both the present and future tense as he continued. “If anyone gives you any grief, just let me know.” He knew Paige could handle herself; in fact, he had a faint feeling that she might get herself into trouble someday. And he didn’t mean that he’d beat up anyone who was less-than-polite to her, but he would sit them down and try and figure out a solution to the problem.
Unless it was a guy who was being fresh. He’d gladly fight someone over that.
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Post by husk on Sept 19, 2006 15:10:50 GMT -5
Paige smiled. How old fashioned of him.
"You're sweet, Bobby." She kissed his neck before settling back down.
"So what were you playing? Can't say we had an XBox at home, I think if we did it would have been wrecked in the first week. Too many kids wanting to play at once."
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Post by Iceman on Sept 19, 2006 16:59:26 GMT -5
Bobby looked to the screen as well, where an enemy zombie was running toward him with a sword. "Timesplitters," he answered with a shrug. "It's not quite Halo, but it's good." Bobby had just finished it for the fourth time the other day, and had decided to take a break from it.
"I usually play this game when I'm pissed off," Bobby said, without knowing why he put the piece of information out there. "Because...This guy who used to be here," --'John'-- "He used to be the same dude every time. So I can come and kick his computer butt when I'm mad. I mean, the Danger Room works better. But..." Bobby trailed off. Somehow, beating up John's favorite character was more personal than saving holographic children from holographic disasters in the Danger Room.
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Post by husk on Sept 19, 2006 19:44:22 GMT -5
"John Allerdyce, right. Pyro?" She nodded. "I heard you guys used to be friends. Must have been rough when he turned into a screaming terrorist asshole."
She flicked his bangs off his face. He really was gorgeous. At least to her.
"I can't say I've had a whole lot of close friends like that."
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Post by Iceman on Sept 19, 2006 19:53:16 GMT -5
Bobby nodded. "Yeah. It sucked," he said, the words falling far short of describing how bad it had been. "For a long time, it was really hard to take. Then, we met up again at Alcatraz, and he tried to kill me. Which actually helped me, you know, stop feeling sad about the whole thing and just start hating his guts."
Though he didn't honestly completely hate him. Bobby Drake's tragic flaw was his naive trust and hope in the goodness of people, and he still harbored a hope that John would change. But it was just easier to say that it was final.
"I can't say I've had a whole lot of close friends like that."
Bobby was surprised, and he wasn't sure quite what to say. He couldn't believe that the outgoing, confident girl hadn't been the apple of her small town's eye. "Well, hopefully I can make up for lost time, then," he said finally, kissing her on the tip of her nose.
He let his lips linger on her nose, and within moments a thin barrier of frost formed over his lips, as the temperature around his face dropped rapidly. The frost didn't melt, though his lips were pressed against her warm skin, because he continually generated it and kept it cold. He chuckled, trying not to move his lips as he did.
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Post by husk on Sept 19, 2006 19:59:23 GMT -5
Paige squeaked cutely after a moment, and turned her head away, laughing. "There's better places to use those tricks, silly boy!" She said playfully, and kissed his lips, licking her own just afterwards to feel the cold.
"That is SO cool, you know? I really like your... hell I never know what to call it. Mutation? Doesn't that sound wrong?"
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