Title: Just Me and My Orange/Tangerine/Tangelo
Starburst - March 23, 2008 10:33 PM (GMT)
An orange. Or is it a tangerine?
Kirstie stared at the little orange fruit in her palm. Sitting in the big dining room in a random chair by herself, her ears more tightly strapped down than she used to have them, staring at a orange. Or tangerine. Or tangelo. Whatever the hell it was. She was even more pitiful than usual.
Her maroon eyes clouded as she rolled the orange/tangerine/tangelo in her fingertips. Even here with the other freaks, she got stares if she let her wings free. The ears were cute-ish, in an anime sort of way. They could pass off as kitty ears until people saw her nightmare-ish wings. It had never bothered her before. Normal people couldn't understand, and she didn't expect them to. But her new housemates..
Sometimes she wondered if there was surgery she could have. But then, she'd miss flying. She'd miss being bubbly. She would be missing an essential part of herself for the sake of other people's acceptance.
Sometimes.. I think it'd be easier to just...
"Die," Kirstie muttered, delving her claws through the skin of the fruit until juice oozed around her fingers. It reminded her of blood. Smart. All of a sudden, she didn't feel to good. She carefully dislodged her claws and bit into the fruit, the sweet, tangy juice flooding her mouth. She was a fruit vampire. Sweet.
Leaving her double fangs to hold onto the orange/tangerine/tangelo, Kirstie extended her wings and kicked her chair back, carefully manuevering herself through the air and in front of a set of the huge windows covering the mansion. It opened out onto the grounds, and she could faintly see that killer pool. It made her cringe. Water. Egh.
Even with the staring from others, it felt good to wonder around in the tanktops her mother had fashioned for her. Together they'd spent hours readjusting the back cuts of camisoles and wifebeaters so that her wings were free to drag or stretch whenever she wanted. Today it was a simple black tank, baggy dark jeans that hung low on her hips, her goggles around her neck and bare feet. She felt like a gansta.
Mark Sheppard - March 24, 2008 02:05 AM (GMT)
Maybe this was taking accepting a bit too far…
The morning’s Amp was working flawlessly and the constant flow of pure metal through his headphones had Mark rocking in and out of various rooms. Living room, a seriously killer air guitar riff across the couch; the kitchen, intense head banging as he loaded his jacket with lunch, and finally a dedicated raising of the horns as he launched into the dining room.
This was rockstar living; it almost made one forget about the homework sitting in his book bag under the pile of CD’s. Ew… homework. He made a face to himself before almost unwillingly pulling down the headphones that connected him to his music. As the ringing in his ears cleared with silence, he picked up on a different sound and, still laden with food DJ paused noticing the room’s occupant.
He’d lost track of how many people he’d met that could fly. It must have had something with fate’s mocking humor, ‘cause he’d already admitted it was a power he would have totally loved…
Staring bad! Staring bad! Staring bad! He reprimanded himself swiftly before pulling up a chair and unloading to the table. It was almost always certain to be taken the wrong way, and well… Mark had a habit of being misinterpreted.
”Yo,” the greeting would have to suffice. One thing about mutants he had learned quickly: a lot of them seemed to have rather short fuses.
Starburst - March 24, 2008 05:42 AM (GMT)
The headband holding her batty ears against her head twitched. She could barely hear with 'em held down. It was almost like having normal, human hearing. She didn't particularly like it, nor did she know why she left 'em like that. Empathy, maybe. She felt sorry for normal people sometimes.
Then she'd remember they rule the world.
Realizing she looked like a total doofus with an orange/tangerine/tangelo sticking out of her mouth, the bat bit through and swallowed, rind and all. It wouldn't bother her warped digestive system, though it probably looked odd.
"How goes it?" she answered off-handedly, wiping her mouth on her bare arm. Sometimes she made it too obvious she was raised surrounded by brothers. Kirs enjoyed getting dirty and having fun too much to let something like 'manners' or 'fashion' get in the way.
Figured someone had to catch her on an off-day. Ah, well. The guy wasn't staring at the bat wings drooping to the ground, not in apprehension, anyway. Good sign. She lifted the hand holding her orange/tangerine/tangelo, tapping with a claw where normal, human ears would've been on the side of her head. "What're ya listenin' to?"
Mark Sheppard - March 24, 2008 11:50 PM (GMT)
Wonderful first impression, check. I think… From the look of things, perhaps both parties could have fared better under different circumstances. Mark finished loading his ensemble of fridge-dwelling sustenance on the table, “Can’t ask for more… ‘cept maybe one of those tangelos. Must be good,” he replied, though maybe a new pair of jeans would be nice… He’d yet to encounter someone with superhuman tailoring abilities; which was disconcerting if you thought of all the mutants that passed through the mansion on any given day. If human nature was to destroy themselves, mutations seem to hand them the ability to do it in a much more violent way.
He was broke too… But that was something the congenial grin he put on need not reveal. The expression only widened as the subject of his listening matter, “Me… Hm, is that weird?” Rocking out to himself probably did qualify for the title; then again, there were weirder things out there. Hopefully.
“How goes yourself, other than the mauling, really,” he asked engagingly, “Seems like everyone here likes to keep busy.”
Starburst - March 25, 2008 12:51 PM (GMT)
Kirstie looked down at the orange/tangerine/tangelo, scrunching her nose in amusement. ''I actually have no idea what this is... You'd think I'd know, of all people.''
''Not the weirdest thing in the world, no." Her ears tried to perk. Himself, hm? Rockstar, or narcissist? Or... country. Egh. The sun began peeking through the thinning clouds, and she moved away from the window to save her pupiless eyes. Leaning against the back of the chair she had started out in, Kirstie murmured, "Mauling..?"
She glanced at the chunk bitten out of her orange/tangerine/tangelo and mentally twitched. Oh. That. With a shake and a rattle, her wings stretched and folded slowly back into place against her back, always careful of the clawed tips. "I wasn't mauling! I was snacking. I'm a... fruit bat. Not a vampire."
That sounded like a gut-buster even to her own trapped ears. A tiny, indignant blush tinged her cheeks. Biting down the urge to stick her tongue out, she brought the fruit back against her lips, enjoying the smell. ''Busy, huh?" She thoughtfully mauled another bite, savored, swallowed, and shook her head. "I can't remember a single moment I've been busy since I unpacked. M'bored outa my mind."
Mark Sheppard - March 25, 2008 04:54 PM (GMT)
“A new discovery then,” DJ declared of the mystery fruit with a laugh, “Maybe you should name it… after yourself,” He wondered if that was the most unusual line he’d ever put together. It sure beat the standard ‘What’s your name’ that rang through the academy halls so frequently. But, he had to suppose there was some instance of subtlety in the suggestion, ”Name’s Mark, by the way, most just call me DJ though,” he added, if only to highlight the conversation’s next step.
He snickered quietly, “Snacking, huh? Nah, this,” he gestured to the pile in front of him, “…is snacking. And --- wait, vampire?” Mark trailed off, unconsciously bringing his hand to his ear to make sure he didn’t have the headphones on and misheard something. Weren’t you listening, she’s a fruit bat. The explanation came across as perhaps the most natural thing in the world. Like, who wasn’t a fruit bat, right?
“A plus for originality, can’t say I’ve heard that one before,” Mark nodded as if affirming his own thought, before leaning over to get a better look at the other mutant, “Though it does explain the wings.”
Mark scoffed at he comment about being busy, “You don’t have to be entertained to be busy. C’mon, the classes have been running us ragged from the get go. I wouldn’t mind if things were more entertaining; but, here we are…”
Starburst - March 26, 2008 05:01 PM (GMT)
"A fruit called Starburst," she smirked faintly, hooking her thumb claws into the tip of the fruit and nudging the chair back with her elbow to slump back into her seat, splitting the orange/tangerine/tangelo in half as she did so. ''Not so original. Well, Mark, I'm Kirstie. My brothers thought it hilarious to nickname me Starburst, and it kinda stuck. Call me whatever. Even Batgirl or Vampira. I'll know you're talking to me."
A fruit half in each hand, the batty girlie easily took care of the side already bitten into, finishing it in three quick bites as he spoke. "And you called me the mauler." She grinned suddenly, flashing the dual set of fangs, and licked her fingers clean before tugging her Foamy headband down around her neck. The flying fox ears perched atop her head flickered, and she almost sobbed with relief. The fuzzy, sensative things ached after being trapped. "Tada!"
Kirstie paused for a moment, taking in all of the sounds she had been missing out on. ''Nah, the classes aren't that bad. I'm happy to be in them.'' Her eyes clouded for an instant. She canted her head thoughtfully and murmured, "S'my first time in a real classroom."
Mark Sheppard - March 27, 2008 04:31 PM (GMT)
DJ grinned; people sure were getting creative with this codename thing. It was like some rite of passage for mutants or something. Were there mutants without aliases anymore? You’d think after a while all the good ones would be taken…
“Hey, I’m not the one with claws and fangs. If something gets mauled, doubt people’ll be looking for me,” Mark offered casually as he arranged his stacks of assorted food items, “This won’t be missed from the fridge, it’s raided so many times already,” The fruit, on the other hand… People ate healthy here? Not many, probably.
He eyed the ears she unbounded, “Huh, at least you have the matching pair for the wings. Do they… eh, work?” Awkward. But what did someone say about bat ears? ‘Awesome, you put Batman to shame.’ No… that was a good way to get mauled.
Mark had been through too many schools. The way his family traveled, it seemed like each grade had been a different place. In the end, though, it never quite caught on, “Maybe. Trust me, though, once you’ve seen one you’ve seen ‘em all.”
Starburst - March 27, 2008 05:07 PM (GMT)
"I doubt I'll be going around mauling much of anything, seeing as how I'm a hemophobe. Maybe a fruit stand, but..." Kirstie grimaced playfully at the pile of 'snacks' he had strewn on the table. The only junk food she ever ate were Starbursts. ''How can you EAT that stuff?"
SThen she grinned, flicking one ear. "Do you see any other ears I could use to hear you? Batgirl's got nothin' on me. Poor girl was just for show.."
The other half of her fruit was down as quickly as the first. The tangy juice stuck her tongue to the roof of her mouth and cooled her stomach. "I'm sure I'll be tired of it all soon enough, but for now, I'm an 'uber geek'. I ooh and ahh over the textbooks. It's all I have to do around here until it gets good and rainy again."
Mark Sheppard - March 31, 2008 06:59 PM (GMT)
"It's easy; unwrap and devour," DJ replied, taking the opportunity to demonstrate on an ice cream bar he had been eying, "Of course... I think I've seen someone skip the first part and go straight for the devouring. Not pretty. Though oddly satisfying."
He tilted his head confirming there were, in fact, no other potential ears. Eerie as the simultaneous Batman reference was, Mark suppressed the urge to ask about any psychic abilities, "Betcha prance around in a cape and cowl when no one's around, huh?" He laughed; after all, Mark did manage to rock through the mansion at times.
Peering out the window (and still making progress on the ice cream), he shrugged, "Good and rainy? I dunno, looks like you might be waiting a long time. Whatcha gonna do then?"
Starburst - April 2, 2008 05:19 PM (GMT)
''I mean people. And that's just creepy. Imagine a foil wrapper going through your digestive system..." She shuddered and gave her stomach a squeeze.
"Not-!... Anymore." Kirstie scowled at him indignantly, then grinned, crossing her legs in her seat and twiddling her clawed toes idly. "Capes were difficult to manuever around in. Besides, haven't you seen The Incredibles? Too many nasty ways to meet your untimely demise, flying around in a long, wavy cape."
One ear twisting around against her head, she caught the sound of someone laughing outside. Blinking her wide, red eyes Mark's way, Kirstie tapped the black ski goggles hanging about her neck. "I have to wear these outside. Sensative eyes come with being batty. It's annoying, and after a while, my eyes still end up throbbing and I'm sick of the headaches. If a good overcast settles in, I have nothing to worry about, but all this frickin' good weather..."
She scoffed and curled her knees under her chin, dejected. "All the fun stuff happens outside. I always miss it. There's nothing to do inside. And I think I scare people."
Mark Sheppard - April 4, 2008 08:26 PM (GMT)
"Well said," Mark commented of the wrapper in digestive system tangent. This was most definitely not your ordinary everyday conversation material. Lifting his hand, he ruffled his hair slightly musing where the discussion had gone wonky.
"I dunno, I was totally down for being called Caped Crusader, but there was a whole copyright dealie to work around. Too much hassle, not enough patience,” DJ joked, of course there was the lingering thought that he would look downright ridiculous in a cape. Maybe it was a good thing he wasn’t serious.
He nodded, suddenly realizing what Kirstie had meant about the whether. It was a part of the mutation… Mark was glad his own mutation didn’t have any odd quirks to it; most he might have is an aversion towards horrible music. But who didn’t?
“Mansion student action figures, accessories included, huh?” DJ pulled the wide lime green headphones from his neck, “You look like someone welding and I look like someone doing yard work. And we wonder why no one ever takes us seriously.”
The snacking mutant peered out the window again, thoughtfully, “Maybe if you ace her next exam, Miss Monroe’ll whip you up some clouds,”
Starburst - April 4, 2008 10:59 PM (GMT)
''Caped Crusader...'' Kirstie quirked a brow at him, slanted nostrils flaring. ''Nah, you don't smell like you'd be endowed with a name so grand.'' She flashed a sugary sweet grin. Eyeing Mark intently, the small girl leaned forward unconsciously. ''What's your mutation, anyway? You look normal enough. Kinda."
Kirstie glanced down at herself and snorted. "I think I wore this yesterday and slept in it. I'll change later. With nothing to do, I don't see much point in dressing up all proper like. And I've never been much of a girl. I'd rather play tackle football in the mud than figure out how to part my hair just right.'' At the mention of such a fun sport, she glanced over her shoulder and out the window mournfully, sighing.
Her right ear began twitching. It was just an idle itch. A sign she was getting frustrated. "Tempting, but..." Kirstie allowed a tentative smile. "I wouldn't wanna bother her with it. Not with the lockdown and other things she has to worry with. She'd probably tie me up if I tried to go outside, anyway.''
Mark Sheppard - April 8, 2008 01:43 AM (GMT)
Nice. Mark didn't possess an 'epic' scent. He wondered vaguely if that was a compliment or jab; he did hit the showers with a religious regularity... But that wasn't what Kirstie had meant. Still, it did make him wonder what a Caped Crusader might actually smell like. A bit musty, I would assume, he settled mentally, All that spandex and whatnot, anyway.
"Normal may be the end of it. Live here for a while and the word quickly looses its meaning," DJ remarked. He had yet to pin down an exact explanation for his mutation and instead settled for the tried and true method, "Music. My abilities are music based. Or at least, rhythm based... or something. It depends on the genre."
So far he had figured out dance and rock. Motivated by the thought that he may have some other abilities, his listening material had dramatically diversified over the past months. Unfortunately, he had no idea exactly what he was supposed to be feeling for, "I play the human disco ball when there's a beat-oriented dance track; flickering lights and flashbulbs. But it's the grunge stuff that really has the kick, firing off energy like Cyclops,"
Oh he was proud of that power. Blow stuff up; who wouldn't be?
Mark laughed as the conversation turned to their attire, "Oh well, this is practically home. Might as well be comfortable. Though it's probably a good thing that I rolled out of bed with more than boxers for this food run. I'd feel really uncomfortable running into you while wearing the fruitbowl ones..."
Eee... a horrid Christmas present gone wrong from some distant relative.
DJ sighed, a half-eaten pop-tart forgotten on his plate, "The lockdown. Bleh, don't remind me. I had tickets for the show of the year at MSG. Major bummer..." he trailed off thinking about the wasted opportunity. If only the catastrophic whatever it was had waited a couple more days before stirring up trouble. Way to go, luck.
Starburst - April 11, 2008 05:00 PM (GMT)
Noticing the thoughtful look, Kirstie grinned brightly and quickly amended, ''Nah, I'm playing. You smell good.''
Kicking herself mentally and pressing her flushed cheeks against her knees, she took the distraction from 'good smells' to his mutation happily. ''Well, how cool is THAT. I got off so bad in the gene pool. The closest thing I have to cool super powers is eco-locating, and even then I end up with ugly bruises. If you listen to country, do you turn into a cow? Ooh, bluegrass hillbilly stuff. That's probably hilarious. Grandmaster of the banjo.''
Kirstie curled and uncurled her toes, watching them blankly and humming. ''S'no worse than my brothers walking around the house naked. Gave Gramma a heart attack, thinking Mama had a gentleman friend over." She snickered. "Fruitbowl, though? Pff. Spongebob boxers all the way.''
I.e. the ones in her room stolen from Kane. Poor guy never got the chance to wear 'em.
"I know! I could at least go out at night comfortably and scare the hell outa a few devout Christians if not during the day, but now I can't do anything. My wings are going to start cramping.''
Mark Sheppard - April 15, 2008 03:47 PM (GMT)
Mark laughed at the suggestion about country, though honestly he had no idea what would happen, "Well at least those wings work, I'd totally trade up to be able to fly!" The mental picture of Kirstie eco-locating through the mansion returned in full force a second later resulting in a snort and the sudden disappearance of one of DJ's cookies.
He sputtered and coughed for a second before chasing the remnants down with a glass of water, "You must totally own in hide and seek," He likened it to playing with someone with latent night vision abilities; a major asset in the game.
The broader implications of the lockdown had placed serious restrictions on the residents, Mark's concert aside even the small things had been shifted away, "I hear ya, we're gonna be cooped up in here for way too long. No park, no movies, no mall... no scaring Christians," he added with a chuckle, "It'll be a miracle if any of us are still sane after this,"
Starburst - April 16, 2008 12:50 PM (GMT)
Kirstie laughed loudly and clapped as Mark coughed, leaning back in her chair with a wide grin. ''That's so what you get for laughing at me. Fate's way of getting back at you. And, no, no, I have reflective eyes for that. I can see just as good as any cat in the dark. Plus I suck at following the screeches. I'd rather just watch where I'm going.''
A slow scowl drained her laughter. The lockdown was vicious. ''Nn.'' Her slanted nostrils flared as she sighed, head tipping back to watch the ceiling. ''I still haven't gotten a chance to call my brothers. Roy and Lucas have powers, too. One with water, one with shadows. If anything happens to them, I'll hate myself forever.''
The scowl faded into a sad frown. Her shoulders slumped, she flipped her arm weakly to gesture at his food. ''That stuff'll make you fat...''
Mark Sheppard - April 16, 2008 04:04 PM (GMT)
"Pfft, seeing where we're going makes everything easier. Unless you're going some place you don't wanna go, then I guess not..." DJ declared thoughtfully. Like maybe the lockdown? Unvoiced, it was still the implied scenario and most recent significant event within the mansion.
When the subject turned to Kirstie's siblings, Mark totally understood. His own hadn't shown any mutations, and DJ assumed he was the first generation in the family with an active X-Gene. But even without that connection, it was the underlying family ties that caused the worry. Since his family was human, he didn't have to worry about them disappearing, but if things got hot, there was always that chance for damage... "They'll be fine. This can't last too long," DJ replied in consolation. As he thought about it, the message was just as much for him as for Starburst.
Again, Mark's attention was drawn to his pile of snacks. The repercussions of such had yet to reach him, but now it did seem like a valid outcome, "Hm... good point. Guess I'll have to spend more time in the gym now that we can't go outside," DJ's outdoor activities usually were comprehensive enough to allow him to eat anything he felt up for. With that option gone, there'd probably be a lot more hard work involved, "Of course, fruit all day can't be that much better. We might have to trade off,"
Starburst - April 21, 2008 02:57 PM (GMT)
''... I guess you're right. They're all three big guys, Kane'll take care of them.'' She nodded firmly, relaxing a fraction and stretching her legs out under the table. ''The twins have powers. Cool ones. Water and shadow manipulation. They should be alright, yeah.."
She nodded again, reassuring herself. They were bigger and sturdier than herself, yeah, but could they smell someone coming up behind them at night, or hear footsteps and hide?
Her ear twitched when he mentioned a trade off. She leaned forward and grimaced at his horde of snacks. ''I doubt my digestive system could handle all that fat and sugar. The artificial stuff doesn't settle well with me. And I don't eat just fruit everyday!''
Kirstie stuck the tip of her tongue between her fangs. ''I like fish and vegetables. It's red meat I have a problem with. Cow and pork and stuff. If you wanted, I could help your poor body out and show you the good stuff to eat. Going to the gym won't mean squat if you're eating that junk. I'd hate for you to choke on a barbell because your diet sucks. What would all the hotty girls think?''
She rolled her eyes and smiled at the thought. ''Oh, plus, I wanna hear your music.''
Mark Sheppard - April 23, 2008 03:34 AM (GMT)
"Aw man, fast food is a way of life! No cow or pork!? You're seriously missing out," Mark protested playfully. He'd never really given his diet serious thought, and it was the typical get something on the go regimen that fueled most of the Academy students. Maybe on occasion someone felt generous and prepared a proper meal for others, but those were far in between.
Oh, dying in a traumatic barbell accident was definitely not on the top of Mark's to-do list. Though the thought did managed to provoke a chuckle from the young mutant. He nodded thoughtfully, "I got your point though," A grin crossed his face as the compromise formed in his mind, "How 'bout this, you can help me find the 'good' stuff, and, in return, I'll show you how to make music. It'll give us both something to do while this is going on,"