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((Another homework filled weekend. :) My URL is underappreciated-genius. The photo is bad quality since my iPad has a poor camera, so Im considering scanning in my sketches instead sometime. ^^))
Being around Zeke made Erin feel reckless, daring. Not that she didn't usually feel that way, but it was a different sort of reckless. The emotional kind. Like digging a grave for your feelings. But Erin's resolve had never been strong when it came to enjoyment, and there was still some part of her that thought it would be meaningless.
Erin's lips curled upwards as she reached out to shake his hand firmly- Zeke's skin wondrously soft and warm with a heat she didn't have. It made her feel a glimmer of wistfulness which disappeared so quickly she doubted its existence in the first place.
"I would be charmed to pull a prank with you on Friday," she said as the bell rang. Erin, for the blissful moment, forgot momentarily all of the other monumental things passing this Friday. "Cráp," she frowned, as students filed out of the cafeteria, chattering and clutching their textbooks. She didn't want to leave for a boring class, not yet.
Erin leaned forward, her hand not leaving Zeke's. "I don't know about you, but I feel like doing something monumentally fun and stupid right about now," she said in all seriousness, her dark eyes glinting.
[ Eeeeeeeeee ^.^ I love the sketch so much you should do more you are so right about Amedeus he absolutely HATES pictures with a passion! I love it so much I saved it on my iPod :) ]
Zeke didn't know what he was expecting upon Erin's touch. Sure, he had picked her up with ease before (who knew cyborgs hardly weighed anything?) before the accident with the Hulk, but he had never fully touched her skin with his own. It was surprisingly soft, though it lacked a certain warmth that others had. Faintly, he was reminded of how Sera's hand felt in his many years ago when they had first met.
"Oh, you would be charmed?" Zeke repeated, amused at her tone. Man, he really was a sùcker for beautiful things, wasn't he? And trouble, that too. Zeke had a distinct feeling in his stomach that Erin wasn't just made of "wires and metal", but mischief and trouble, too.
She didn't even let go of his hand, which only encouraged him more. Zeke brought her up to a standing position, his green eyes gleaming with her offer. More glances stuck to them as he wrapped his fingers around hers, holding them firmly.
"I would love to, actually. You sure you're not a telepath either?" Zeke asked teasingly, though if that were th case, he was sure she'd hear the pattern of his inner loathing monologue by now and would be repulsed. Or at least, lest hesitant. Zeke found himself guiding Erin along before he brought them into a little nook by th vending machines.
"Of coarse, it depends what you exactly mean by 'monumentally fun and stupid,'" Zeke clarified, both of his hands now linked with hers. She was so tiny...Did Zeke really want to do this? The same "I'm-a-jerk-who-just-wants-some-aśs" routine? It would be better if she thought that...Zeke didn't want just that about Erin, though. No doubt she was beautiful, but he wanted to take her on a date. An amusement park maybe, where they could have fun and laugh and where she could watch him get his face painted and thn he could drive her back to the school where he would give her a nice kiss on the lips before walking back to his dorm and describing the great time to the ever patient Tristan who would listen to anything Seke had to say.
I can never have that. Zeke sternly told himself, admonishing. No one could care for me like that, not if they knew the whole truth about me... All these thoughts poured through him in a matte of seconds, while he kept the same smile on his face, the same flirtatious expression.
"What do ya say, Erin?" Zeke asked in a whisper as th final bell rang, alerting them that they would officially be late for their next classes. He lifted one of his hands out of here, trailing a finger across her equally smooth cheek to tuck a stray curl back under her newsboy cap."Something monumently fun and stupid?"
[ I'm thinking about having Professor X catch them xD ]
((Haha, I'm glad you like it so much. ^^ Hm, you're right, I should draw them more- they're incredibly fun, especially Amedeus. Oh, and them getting caught by the Professor would be hysterical and lovely. :))
"Very much sure," she said with a slight shudder as Zeke led her to some little spot in between vending machines. Telepaths gave her the creeps, and out of all the mutants, she hated them the most, even though her mechanical mind resisted their effect. There was just something profoundly creepy about someone having the ability to see into your mind.
Erin wondered dazedly what Zeke had in mind, even though she was quite sure shed agree to whatever he had in mind categorized under 'monumentally fun and stupid.' Both of his hands entertwined in hers warmed her palms in a way that she was totally unfamiliar with, and it occurred to her that she wasn't even that certain how they had gone from casual flirting at the cafeteria table to hatching dastardly plans between vending machines. And then another thought occurred to her that Zeke was unflinchingly holding her metal hand in a completely normal way.
If her heart could pound, it would've. Erin had no idea the depths of the hold she was digging herself into, but Zeke was like one of those candy cravings she would get- probably very unhealthy but impossible to not satisfy. Who was she kidding? It wasn't herself she was risking here as much as Zeke. She shouldn't be leading him on- it would hurt him so bad once he found out...
"I thought the words monumentally fun and stupid spoke for themselves," she said wryly, "But in that case, we should go somewhere we shouldn't," Erin's eyes began glittering with an almost childish sort of glee, the sort of enjoyment she got out of breaking the little rules, like not going to class and going places they weren't allowed.
[ Do you still have your deviant art? :) Oh, and I hope it's okay if we have Professor X playable by the both of us, just so it won be one sided in scenes with him alone with one of our characters :) ]
Zeke had never flirted with a cyborg before. Or really, had ever met a one, much less a pretty one. It was something that interested him greatly; probably a little too much, considering doing something as simple as pushing a stray hair out of a girl's face had them melting within seconds. But with Erin? Erin actually had substance to her. She was able to keep a conversation going, without completely losing herself to girlish hormones. It was very...refreshing. Enough to make Zeke chuckle in a way he wasn't used to.
"Somewhere we shouldn't..."Zeke repeated thoughtfully, his green eyes gazing at her steadily. She had a very cute smile; her lips curled into a perfect crescent moon shape."Hm. I can take that literally or..."He let his hands rest upon her waist comfortably. Not forcefully--Zeke could nor would never force his touch upon anyone--but enough to imply what he meant by the next word "Figuratively." He smiled widely before suddenly, an all to familiar sound broke through his bubble of thoughts.
The sound of Professor X's wheelchair.
((Yeah, but I haven't been on it in eons. It takes too long for me to upload things usually. :/ And yeah, that works out fine.))
Zeke's chuckle mad her want to release an embaressingly girlish giggle, but she refrained from doing so- the mere thought being extremely undignifying. At the touch of Zeke's hands on her waist, Erin stiffened marginally.
It was difficult, stifling the urge to not react the way she did in a fight- because that's where most of her physical contact came from anyways. But Zeke's hands were gentle, which made a world of difference, although the unforgotten impulse was still there. Erin rested her hands over his unconsciously.
Then, any romantic semblance was lost as she rolled her eyes indelicately. "Literally, you flirtatious moron," she said teasingly. The moment was lost however, with the arrival of the sound of the electric buzz of the Professor's wheelchair which heralded his arrival.
Erin took an instinctive step backwards, breaking out of Zeke's grip. She couldn't help it. For as long as she remembered, she had been told to think of the Professor in the same way others thought of the Phantom. Erin composed herself quickly, for Zeke's sake more than anything. Besides, she was supposed to have a grip on things, she had a job here after all. But Zeke and his antics was making her forget.
The Professor frowned almost imperceptibley, as if he could sense a glimmer of Erin's simmering distrust. He directed his attention away. "Ah, Mr. Braverman. I see you're showing our new student around," he said in soft clipped tones with a trace of amusement.
((Do you read the X-Men comics? I just realized that when Nightcrawler calls Professor X 'Herr Professor,' he's essentially saying 'Mr. Professor', and that just struck me as very Zeke-ish. :P))
[ Oh, yeah, I think you've told me that before. Darn it! And haha, I'm completely oblivious to anything Marvel related xD I haven't read a single comic in my life, so I mind of just wing it and occasionally depend in Wikipedia and movies lol ]
"Flirtatious moron? Let's not got personal here." Zeke mumbled in mock defense, though his gaze showed amusement at Erin's reply. That was a first; getting called that and having a girl be immune to his touch. He did pick up on the tensing, though, but brushed it off. Hopefully Zeke didn't make her uncomfortable...if so she wasn't showing any signs of it...maybe it was some cyborg thing...
"Yes, sir, I was showing her around." Zeke replied aloofly to Professor X, who was probably picking up all of his thoughts now. How annoying. The man raised an eyebrows in response, before sighing very softly.
"Where are you exactly showing her to? My office, perhaps?" Professor X suggested, the implication clear as he turned around. Zeke wiggled his brows over to Erin, carefree while most students would be trembling in their boots when in trouble with Professor X. Nah, Zeke had plenty of experiences with that.
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((Whoops, completely forgot to check in. I've got some more sketches of our characters somewhere on my tumblr if you haven't seen them yet. :))
The Professor suppressed a glimmer of a smile. Zeke was always having one girl or another tripping head over heels, and was perhaps prone to breaking the rules a little too often, but he was a good kid with a troubled past. Most students wouldn't consider toeing out of line, as the Professor's reputation preceded him, so he often let Zeke's audacity slip once and a while.
Erin, on the other hand, was not so nearly relaxed as Zeke. Being this close to the Professor was terrifying in the sense that she was frightened to think that it may be possible for him to pry her secrets from her head, regardless of what the Phantom previously told her.
I hate telepaths, I hate hate hate them. Creepy mind worms.
Erin halfheartedly returned Zeke's cheerful gesture, finding it difficult to be so nonchalant with the Professor around. Ugh, I'm so incredibly obvious sometimes. Even if your mind is closed to him, he can probably read your face, girl.
Thankfully, the Professor's back was turned. "Actually," she said quickly, anything to avoid going to his office a second time, "I've already seen the office-"
"In that case," the Professor interrupted, with a wave of his hand, "I'm sure Zeke can finish his tour, if he so wishes. As long as you too return to your respective classes afterwards," he said amusedly. In the upcoming days, Professor X often cut Zeke some slack. It was his own indirect way of trying to make things easier.
((Hey, I've been wondering, what if Princess doesn't return? I mean, it's been a while, and I just don't want to have to leave all of the cool things we have planned in the future. Like, I particularly can't wait for both Zeke and Erin's revelations. :))
[ It's all good. And I just checked them out and fangirled, so thank you for making my night once more! :) ]
Sometimes Zeke wished that Professor X would punish him. Not only punish him, but punish him severely. Especially considering how much he knew about his past. What he did, who he was, everything...
The thought was enough to make Professor X glance back at the two of him, only his gaze met just Zeke's. It was the look. That look of utter understanding, of complete pure compassion, of absolute acceptance. It was a look Zeke in no way he desreved, despite what the Professor thought about him.
"I would like to speak to you during study hall, though, Mr. Braverman." He concuded, nodding slightly before he pressed the elvator button, and it almost immediately opened."Good day to both of you, and I will let your next class know you will be late, Miss Laughtington (is that he last name? Yikes, I forget >.<)" And with that, Professor X was gone, leaving Zeke not to think about what he did not and did "deserve".
"Sheesh, Er. Have you never gotten in trouble before?" Zeke teased, easily picking up her tense behavior upon his presence."Professor X isn't that bad. Trust me, all the rumors you've hear were probably created by moi." His brows wiggled as he leaned carelessly against the wall.
[Hm, I have been thinking about that. I say, if she doesn't return by the end of October (she's been gone for quite a while, right? One month to get back is more than enough), we take this wonderful roleplay into the hands of ourselves :) That way, Amedeus can actually be the true character his is meant to be, which is g.ay. I don't remember you having any problems with LGBT characters, but if you do, that is fne and I totall respect your religion, personal beliefs, etc. :) Until then though, we can continue these nice little snippets that add to the great background of the roleplay itself :) And if she does happen to come back, then great, we can continue on. Does that sound good? :) Or at least, reasonable?]
((I think that sounds like a plan. :) And yes, I'm fine with it- he's such a wonderfully crafted character. :) Even though I'm Catholic, I don't really have a problem with anything, and plus he's your character to do with what you will. ^^))
Erin wondered what it was Professor X wanted to talk with Zeke about. She hoped he wasn't in trouble or anything- specifically because she had sort of pushed for the rules to be broken today anyways. Erin let out a relieved breath once the Professor rolled his way out of the hall.
She snuck a sideways glance at Zeke, and decided she could leak some truth. "I've got in teouble loads of times," she said defensively, drawing herself up righteously, "But I can't stand telepaths," she added a little more quiet, and a slight shudder running through her, "I always get so blasted paranoid around them."
Erin gave a guilty shrug, knowing that Zeke probably liked the Professor just fine, and not wanting to offend him by saying too much about telepaths- a rare moment of consideration from her. Granted, if he knew who I really was, he'd be a whole lot more than 'offended'.
[Okay, great! I'm Catholic, too (well...kind of sort of...) so now I can let my character grow freely. He kind of had a crush on Tristan for a while, and just imagining Tristan in that situation made me crack up xD After this little snippet, what scene type of thing would you like to do next? I'm up for anything at this point--maybe even a rare bonding point with James *gasp*]
"Oh really?" Zeke snorted, crossing his arms and raising his brow."I'm sure you have." He added in a snicker, finding it rather amusing how she was trying to live up to this infamous trouble maker. Even if she was probably telling the truth, Zeke couldn't help but to poke fun at Erin. It was too easy. Plus, she got this really cute look of offense that made her nose scrunch up perfectly.
"Telepaths, shcmelapths." Zeke shrugged, even if he didn't like anyone prying through his head either."The trick is to sing the alphabet constantly in your head. I did that last year when I had a kid named Mark in my class, and it drove him insane." He smirked at the memory, bfore standing up fully.
"Okay, where to next? Since you're obviously not down with making out with me. Do you know how much that damages my already overinflated ego?" Zeke questioned mockingly, pointing to his chest."So many girls would die to have a chance alone with Zeke Braverman." He flashed her a wide playful grin.
((I always imagined in my head that he did- it's so adorable! :) After this, I would love to have a friendly James and Amedeus moment. James needs someone to be nice to him for a moment. You know, I was thinking James, because of his power, would find out about Amedeus's crush. that would cause a lot of drama. Instead of doing one scene at a time, we could do two, with different characters. I can start off with James if you want to do something like that. ^^))
Erin bristled playfully at Zeke's teasing. Oh, if only he really knew. It's probably better he thinks I'm exaggerating anyways. Lies, upon lies, upon lies. For some reason, thinking that bothered her. Like she wanted something a little more solid than a card house of neglected half truths and lies.
All the same, Erin tucked away Zeke's little tidbit concerning the alphabet just in case. When telepaths were concerned, one could never be too careful. And she acknowledged that it was a crazy paranoid phobia. But that never made anything better.
"I'm sure I'm doing the world a service, then," she said archly, prodding him in the arm, "After all, your ego needs a little inflating. Besides," Erin stepped away from him for a moment, "I can just leave and you can find yourself another lucky girl," she teased, with her own grin, then a roll of her eyes. "Come on, there's no way you haven't met someone who plays hard to get. And vending machines, empty hallways, and creepy principals aren't exactly prime wooing material."
[ Oh my goodness, I would love that too! ^.^ And whoa, yes that would cause a lot of drama. Would you like to jump into a scene with De and Tristan just studying at the library,and of coarse, James just has to walk in and catch a sniff of affection? Then we can lead up to a little confession of Amedeus of sorts--oooo I just love torturing my characters way too much! xD We could also continue this scene if you'd like, though I'm not sure where it's exactly going lol ]
"Zeke Braverman doesn't need wooing material." Zeke claimed egotistically, smiling broadly as they continued to walk down the hall. Erin was very nice company. More than he'd like to admit, and yes, the master of playing hard to get.
"Just wait until I kiss you on those perfect cyborg lips of yours..."Zeke mused, his fingers hooking between the loops of his low cut jeans. "Then playing hard to get won't be so easy." He reassured.
((I'm not exactly sure where this is leading right now either. :P I'm going to go ahead and post for James and Tristan, and later tonight I'll do Erin if you want to continue what they're doing right now.))
James was feeling ill- definitely not in a happy mood. Some days were like this- where emotions just seemed more intense, making his nose feel raw and giving him a lingering taste in the back of his throat from emotions so strong he could almost taste them. On these days, he himself felt like affected by the feelings of others- something very unfortunate considering he lived in a boarding school filled with mutant kids.
As it was, James had already thrown up once today, and had opted out of most of his classes in attempt to find a nice soothing place to hide away in for a while. Being a social creature, he couldn't help but feel compelled to avoid being lonely, which didn't help his case very much.
Thus, miserable and ill tempered, James had the brilliant idea to go to the library. Perfect. The worst thing in the library is stress and procrastination. Yes, the library was an ideal place. Maybe he could even find someone to irritate, as if that hand sanitizer smell could scrub away his sensory overload.
Lo and behold, Amedeus and Tristan were at their usual table, which James was expecting. They were always there, studying, or reading, or doing homework. Tristan flipped idly through his Chemistry textbook, his head propped up with the other hand.
James slid stealthily into the seat opposite of Amedeus and Tristan, disturbing their silence with a sigh. "This corner of the room smelled a little boring so I thought I'd cheer it up with my ever charismatic presence," James said with faux cheerfulness, rubbing at his bloodshot eyes. Tristan frowned ever so slightly.
[ That's fine :) ]
It was a normal day, as far as "normal" ever went for the Marvel school. There had only been a few injuries in gym today, and a minor accident in science class. And as usual, Amedeus was studying for some subject (this case, Physics) with Tristan during their shared free period.
Upon finding out they had a free period together, Amedeus was more excited than he would like to admit. Finally, he could spend one on one time with Tristan without anyone being suspicious. Finally, he could hold conversation--what little nice conversation it was--with him. Finally.
Amedeus glanced over at Tristan briefly, taking note of his idle posture with a Chemistry book in front of him. He opened his mouth to say something--perhaps a witty remarks, or a question of what he had to work on--before the unmistakable presence of James shadowed upon him.
And there goes my good mood... Amedeus thought darkly to himself, his brown eyes boring into James small and annoying figure across from him. He had always disliked James, and any thoughts of more than friendship towards Tristan were hastily scrubbed away.
"Hello, James." Amedeus greeted simply, beginning to focus on an acceleration problem in his battered notebook that he constantly kept with him."What a nice surprise." His sarcasm was obvious.
((Ach I told myself I would get my homework done first, but you've made this too tempting. :))
James kept his face composed cheerfully, but was inwardly frustrated. Why couldn't he participate in the contented calm? Because now, all he was getting was waves of acidic unpleasantry. It made his stomach roil just thinking about it too much. Tristan, on the other hand, radiated a resigned discomfort.
Tristan closed his book, but left his fingers marking his place, being polite, although doing so towards James could be a tiring affair. It was mostly annoying, because his free period was one of those blessed moments of the day when he could study. Plus, as far as he was concerned, Amedeus seemed to be the only one who actually cared about school work.
James bristled at Amedeus's acidic greeting, and stuck out his lower lip in a pout. "Oh, come now, how do you know I didn't come here merely for the pleasure of your company? Don't always assume I'm aiming to irritate you," he said huffily, and rolled his eyes exaggeratedly.
"The probability of you coming here for the pleasure of our company is so slim I don't think anyone would have immediately come to that conclusion," Tristan suggested innocuously. James stuck his tongue out in a childish gesture. One couldn't argue with statistics.
Tristan glanced over at the problem Amedeus had began working out in his notebook. He wished he was in Physics so terribly bad, but being one science class ahead of his grade was apparently enough. He contented himself by working through some of Amedeus's homework problems, which although he didn't always understand them, the probable answers always leapt straight to mind.
"Are you sure the initial velocity comes before the ending velocity, or is it supposed to be vice versa?" Tristan remarked casually. James put his head in his arms.
"You two are so incredibly boring sometimes, you know? It's refreshing," he said with a muffled voice.
[ I happen to be in the same position as well xD ]
It really was a wonder how Tristan was so objective with James. Something very admirable, if Amedeus was being honest with himself. And he almost always was. Which was sometimes bad, and sometimes good.
He couldn't help but to smirk at Tristan's simple and reasoned reply. The boy always seemed to put off James becauseunlike emotions--things that were usually at an incessant changing--Tristan's powers dealed with cold hard fact. It was something to smirk at, indeed.
"I'm pretty sure intial velocity is supposed to be first," Amedeus replied, pointing to his equation witha slightly furrowed brow. Tristan was too smart for his own good, more than often causing De to double guess himself. Except with English. He considered himself to be rather good at that. Opening his mouth to add on, De was taken off guard by the next setence that came from James.
"Boring?" He repeated, tilting his head slightly. The sight of Amedeus--dressed in his constant wardrobe of an old leather jacket, black t-shirt with a skull and ripped jeans--tilting his head to the side was almost comical. He glanced at Tristan momentarily, curious.
"Why would you say that? Just because we care about our studies...?" Amedeus questioned, beginning to really examine James. He gave off the distinct aura of someone not feeling well; his curls were more ruffled than usual, the tips of his fngers more pale. And now that he really thought about it, James would be much more spiteful that he was being now. Or at least, be putting some effort in trying.
Tristan pulled the corner of Amedeus's notebook a little closer to him, to get a better look. "V sub e minus v sub i," he rattled off absently, pushing a hand through his brown curls. He thought he might be right, but Amedeus was the one taking the class, and he remained worried as he usually did that he was going to offend.
Tristan pushed back the notebook. "Solve the equation and we'll see who's right if you end up with a negative number," he said, with a slight amused tilt of his mouth. Tristan never really smiled, being largely too self conscious to do so. James gave another muffled complaint from his arms.
"You fret like an old woman, Tristan," he complained, but only halfheartedly. He wanted to summon some energy to be really annoying, but his spirit for the sport had abandoned him. Ugh, how he hated these sorts of days.
At Amedeus's response, he tilted his head far enough out of his arms so that he could properly look at Amedeus, who looked ominous and unsettling. Tristan had made a soft scoffing noise at Jame's declaration of boring. It was mostly an attempt to provoke them, and a very poor one at that.
"Oh, I don't know," he said plaintively, then sneezed, "I guess if I really wanted to support that, I would say you're both boring because Tristan's about as two-dimensional as they come, and you're predictable. Ish."
Tristan picked up his pencil and tapped it against the table, his face uneadable. "I think you've already used those terms to describe us before," he observed, and James uttered a complaint. "Whatever. We all have our off-days. I deserve to reuse some of my insults once in a while. Besides, it bothers you."
Which was true. Tristan didn't much take to being called 'two-dimensional'. But James's accusation against Amedeus? Ridiculous. He was anything but predictable- and Tristan could say this with the confidence of someone who could sense almost every possible outcome of a situation.
Cute. The word wiggled through Amedeus' head, inevitable in revealing itself. It was one simple adjective applied to one amazing boy with his curly brown hair--sitting right next to him. And yet, it was enough to make Amedeus lose all train of thought and blink rapidly as he suddenly began to focus his attention on his phsics homework.
What did I just think? Did James pick up on that? Just act natural, act natural...The frantic thoughts instantly seized Amedeus' state of mind as he scrunched up his face in feigned concentration. He hardly caught any of the conversation between James and Tristan, due to trying to recover from his very intrusive thought. Incurably, he did happen to pick up on James insults aimed towards Tristan.
"Two-dimensional, as in, lacking personality?" Amedeus inquired, glancing up from his book momentarily. His eyes looked like threatening black disks, circular behind his lashes."That is hardly true; Tristan has more pleasant traits in his thumb than you do in your whole entire body, James." It was a rarity for Amedeus to respond to James' insults the older he got, and that fact that he was doing so now probably wasn't the most helpful if Amedeus wanted to be inconsupicious as possible. Especially towards someone who used emotions as their aromatherepy.
"And everyone worries, not just old women, James." De added, clearing his throat as he went back to his physics homework as if nothing just had happened.
[Awh, I love Tristan! He's just like a cute puppy dog I want to hold and cherish forever! ^.^]