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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jan 11, 2018 18:30:24 GMT -5
{You've probably seen that already, but it made me think of Proctor immediately. ;3}
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jan 12, 2018 3:49:30 GMT -5
Marco dared a glance at Proctor, then just as quickly averted his gaze, running a hand through his hair as he attempted to look busy by staring at the pile of ashes that had once been a shack. He knew he was in trouble, but he didn't want to acknowledge it. God, Everett was going to kill him when they got back, wasn't he?
Much like Proctor, Val was having a great time as well. She was finally able to catch her breath that had been knocked out of her, so that was a relief. She was thankful it was just a kick and nothing more. If he had used his powers on them, things would have been different. But, now that all of that was over, she was glad.
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Ushering everyone back towards the van, the medic spared one last glance back as she heard Marco yelling at them.
"Next time, there isn't going to be anyone, or anything, to stop me! You hear that? That goes for all of you!" Through the thick flurry of snow, it looked like Val was holding Marco back. One roll of the eyes later, and she stepped up and into the van, taking her seat and wiping off all the snow that had piled on top of her clothes. Those kids just didn't know when to stop, did they?
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Sam opened her mouth to say something back to the boy, but Jessica came over and guided her away before she had the chance. She complained, but sat back down in the van. Groaning to herself, she leaned forward in her seat, propping up her elbows on her knees and resting her head on her palms. She wasn't exactly looking forward to going back to the lab. That anxious feeling inside of her was growing, and for now, she tried to rest her eyes before they took off, mentally preparing for a punishment she knew was going to come. Maybe she had overdone it just a little, but were the agents going to take that into account? Ha, as if.
The worst thing about this was that she didn't even get a chance to chat much. However, she had a feeling this wasn't the last time she was going to see them. And maybe, just maybe...the next time they met she would have the privilege of seeing them all.
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Before the van departed, Marco began to walk back without letting the other two know. "C'mon, let's go already, you slowpokes. It's freezing out here." For once the boy was right. It wasn't just cold to him, it was cold to everyone. And Marco wasn't going to let himself stand out in this below freezing weather any longer, if the agents were gone or not. Oh they would go back, that was for sure. He knew damn well they wouldn't try and follow them, not in these conditions. Van wouldn't be able to handle it. It was already slippery enough, Val was struggling the most out of anyone he had ever seen. After he heard her fall more than once, he backtracked over to her, allowing her to hold onto him for support. Huffing silently, he yelled over the blizzard. "Hey Proctor! You need help too or you got it?" He asked, realizing he hadn't even looked back to see if she had followed or not.
{Ahhh sorry my reply is so short!!! ;o;}
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2018 11:57:15 GMT -5
that is a top tier meme tysm for showing me
and your reply isn't short !! i hope you feel better 00: )
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2018 12:54:21 GMT -5
As the van took off into the snow, Keir kept her eyes open this time, watching the conversation. No one took her bat off her, so she hugged it close to her chest and wrapped her arms around it, smooshing her cheeks up against the cold metal, wet from snow. Agent Acre didn't look very happy.
"What the hell was that?!" She turned on Samantha, dark eyes blazing, "You were under strict instructions to keep to yourself. Your task was to scare them, not try and beat them around!" Keir had noticed the agents were a lot harsher with Sam then they were with her. Was it because they were more scared of Sam? When a mood took her, the other girl could be very dangerous. Harsher punishments and lectures were probably a technique to squash any rebellion in her before it even flared up.
In all fairness, if Sam hadn't been there, they would be without a medic. If she'd stopped there, she'd probably be getting a pat on the back right now and praised for quick thinking. But she'd taken it too far. Who was even surprised?
Keir felt almost... disappointed. She hadn't gotten to do much, and all that loose energy was still stored up in her. It wouldn't fade until she used it, and who knows when that would be. There had been no big dramatic reconciliation between herself and Proctor because they didn't know each other like that. Keir's memories of Proctor were hazy, due to the beating they both endured, but she could remember long slogs of the two of them just hitting each other back and forth until someone gave. It was normally Bernadette who collapsed first, but not from lack of trying. Keir just wasn't a foe who could be beaten through pure strength, and that's all Bernadette really had going for her back then. Looks like she'd even lost some of that too.
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She stood still as a statue in the snow, cold white flakes landing on her shoulders and slowly building up and soaking through her coat. Proctor stood, watching, until the van vanished into the distance, swallowed up by the falling snow. They'd be back, but they were gone for now, and that's all that mattered.
Her arm was throbbing, her face was bleeding, everything stung against the cold wind and her emotions were in fire. Flapping bits of paper in a storm and she couldn't grab a single one to even decide how she felt. At least she knew none of them were positive. That was a good place to start.
She heard Marco and knew Val was falling, but didn't respond to either of them, She eventually turned on her heel and began stalking back towards Powerscourt, eyes fixed on the horizon (or what little anyone could see of the horizon in such weather.)
She stopped dead in her tracks then, deciding it was better to say it all now than wait until they were back among the others, "Marco." She was only just audible over the swirling snow, "What the hell was that?" Her voice was low and even, but dangerously pointed. She took a few steps towards him, blocking the snow from his face with her broad shoulders, waiting for an answer, tense with anger.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jan 13, 2018 2:09:20 GMT -5
"It was in the heat of the moment!" Sam sat up once more and leaned back far into the seat, shrugging her shoulders and avoiding eye contact. "I wanted to do...something," She moved her hands as she spoke before stuffing them deep into her warm jacket pockets. "That moment seemed as good a time as any. You saw the boy, he attacked first. After that I just couldn't help myself. What are you gonna do? Punish me because of something as little as that?" There was a hint of fear in her voice, yet she was trying the agents too, eyes locking onto the young agent and glaring her down. It was a shame she couldn't just stand up and force her way out of these doors. Of course, nothing was stopping her, but still. She didn't dare do something as reckless as that. Hell, she had already tried. A long time ago, in fact. Sam opened her mouth to continue, but stopped before any words came out, not wanting to turn the conversation into an argument or anything. She already knew she was in far more trouble than she hoped, and pushing it further at that.
Jessica had tuned into the conversation, but didn't really care to chime in. Sam was just lucky it hadn't turned into a full-on war. Despite all of their injuries, it was still possible. The enhanced still had their powers, and the agents still had their weapons. Those enhanced were unpredictable after all, and that's what made them dangerous.
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Marco stopped as Proctor stepped closer to him, glancing up at her tall figure. "The medic doesn't deserve to be standing there. Hell, the medic doesn't even deserve to live after what happened. I couldn't just stand there and listen to her talk about Everett like he was nothing!" Marco stood his ground, defending his actions. Marco knew damn well that what he had done was completely and utterly foolish, but that was just the kind of person he was. And he didn't know the extent of Sam's powers, (Other than Proctor introducing it to him), so his ignorance was also to blame on that one.
"Do what you want to me. But next time, it'll be the end of the medic's miserable life, whether anyone stops me or not." She could hang him by his feet and dunk him into the freezing water, but he still stood behind the mentality that he did something right. Taking out that damn threat of a medic was something they all needed.
The boy adjusted his coat, rested his hand on Val and Proctor's shoulders, and guided them home. "There's no way you don't hate that medic. The way she acknowledged Everett's 'death'. You can't tell me you didn't wanna strangle her just as much as I did." He could sense a feeling beyond anger radiating off of Proctor, and was honestly surprised she hadn't already snapped or dunked him in the cold water.
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{Lol glad you enjoyed that meme. It was the first post that appeared on my Tumblr, and I knew I just had to show you ~ i m m e d i a t e l y ~}
{And thanks, I'm feeling slightly better each day? I gotta go to work tomorrow though with my annoying cough, which is gonna suckkkkk.}
{Oh I just realized my college is gonna start back up on Tuesday so I might be a little less active starting then.}
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2018 13:04:27 GMT -5
ur not back at school yet???? lucky )
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2018 13:17:20 GMT -5
"Maybe." She muttered darkly, not breaking eye contact with Samantha, "But that's not up to me. We'll have to report this to the senior officers when we get back." The curtness of her voice implied there could be no argument against this. This, in itself, was a punishment. Ramona had every right to punish Samantha on her own, any agent could, but by passing on the information about how she'd acted to those in charge, she was more liable for a harsher deal.
Agent Corvidae was currently out of omission, strung up in a hospital bed. Put there by courtesy of Alexandria. Things were tense at their backup base. This would not be looked on lightly, by anyone.
The van continued on into the snow and Ramona tugged her jacket around her body. "Are you alright Jessica?" She asked, noticing the medic was quiet, "If we'd known that he was going to respond like that, we never would have taken you with us." At least, not let her out of the van. She was too handy to have when things got rough to leave behind entirely.
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He had a point, and it was clearly no secret Proctor was angry, but she still wasn't about to let him off with this one, "You could've stood your ground, Marco!" She retorted, "Samantha could have killed you that," She snapped her fingers loudly on the word to illustrate the emotional image more violently, "And thought nothing of it! If I can't trust you to hold your temper in situations like that, then you'll sit them out!" She warned, but was then overtaken by a sudden wave of exhaustion. She sighed heavily and rubbed her heavy eyes with her fingers, still struck by the information Samantha and Keir were alive.
The sudden anger had passed, and she just felt tired and cold and wet from the snow. Her arm and face were splitting with pain and she let herself be led by Marco back across the ice. After several minutes she spoke up again, "I know you were upset by that Marco. But either you control your emotions or your emotions control you, trust me." Although he was impossible at times, Marco did remind Proctor of herself when she was younger; angry, volatile, unable to deal with more complicated emotions. She actually sounded a little disappointed now that her anger was gone. "You can't fight your way out of everything."
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jan 16, 2018 3:20:59 GMT -5
"Tch, fine. See what I care." Sam huffed loudly, and ended up not trying to escape like she had planned. It was the best time to do it too, while most of the agents were still injured, if even just a bit. Agent Corvidae was out of the question too, and he was the one she feared the most. She knew she wasn't alone on that, though. Despite his slight limp and that cane of his, he had the most experience out of all the agents. If she was daring enough, she could use her powers on him and easily take him down. But if she was wise enough, she wouldn't. Why she didn't try and escape though, even that went over her head. Maybe Bernadette was right, and her will had been crushed to the point where even thinking about what would happen when they caught her again was too much. It was strange, she also thought that the agents should be more scared of her. It should have been the other way around, but it appeared that she was weaker mentally than she wanted to be. But enough of that, Sam didn't want to think too far into this. Relaxing her tense fists, she lowered her gaze a bit until she was staring at her lap. This was a punishment in itself.
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Unbeknownst to her, Jessica had spaced out, lost in thought. It really was an unfortunate loss though. They would never be able to figure out the source of that healer's powers, after all. A small sample could only get them so far. A brief moment passed for her to realize her name had been called, and her head raised, making eye contact with Agent Arce. "I'm...fine." She dismissed the question quickly. It wasn't like she was hurt, or shaken up either. She was just taking some time to think about things as a medic would. "Well, it wasn't unusual for him to act rebellious," Shrugging her shoulders, she referred back to his file, "Every time he was captured and placed in the facility, he wouldn't stop struggling with his powers, and eventually escaped every time. I should have seen it coming, at the very least."
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Blythe stopped dead in his tracks as Proctor spoke to him once again. He let go of the both of them and crossed his arms over his chest. "But I didn't, alright? I didn't want to stand my ground. I chose to fight!" If she wanted to keep bringing this up, then fine. He would too. "So what if I sat out a mission, huh?" He raised his voice to the point where he was shouting over her. "So what if I died? It's not like anyone would care, right?" Marco challenged her, balling up his hands into fists while his breaths quickened.
He had surprised even himself with that last comment, and forced himself to calm down, lowering his voice until it was back at its normal volume. "I just...don't know how to deal with those sort of things. Or anything, really. Fighting is all I have." He sounded genuinely hopeless for once, and his eyes mirrored that feeling. "I...shouldn't have come to Powerscourt at all." Shaking his head to himself, the boy turned his back and began walking the opposite direction, the way they came from. "I wasn't welcome here in the first place." Thinking back, he remembered that most of the members of Powerscourt hated him to begin with. He just needed a break was all. "And tell Everett I'm sorry."
{Eh, I'm not that lucky, really. The longer the break is, the more you start to dread going back haha.}
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2018 12:20:36 GMT -5
it's easy to SAY you aint lucky but as someone who has been back since the FOURTH, take it from me, friend.)
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jan 16, 2018 15:03:30 GMT -5
{Oh gosh that was like forever ago. 😂 Guess you right lmao. Funny thing is they cancelled classes today anyway.}
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2018 5:23:37 GMT -5
they cancelled classes for me too! is there heavy snow where u are?)
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jan 17, 2018 5:29:43 GMT -5
{You caught me right before I was about to go to bed haha. It’s like almost 4:30 AM here lol. But nah, just some sleet and icy roads for us here in Texas. I could only wish for heavy snow lmao. I’m jealous. Luckily, I don’t have school today either. My classes are only on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays! :3}
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2018 5:41:45 GMT -5
"At least it was good to see we're not the only ones who took a hit." Ramona concluded after Jessica had finished, thinking about the poor condition the escapees had been in, "They're obviously weak, and without their healer they'll stay that weak. Plus the emotional blow of losing one of their own would knock them off-kilter anyway." They were trained to be ruthless, and if their only facility hadn't been in such a bad way, they would have scooped those mutants right up out of the snow five minutes ago. A death in the family was great news for them. Though Jessica was right, it was a shame they wouldn't get to use Darling to his full extent, "We managed to heal up our own from the blood you got," She shrugged, "So at least we got that out of him."
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It hurt her heart to hear him say that, Fighting is all I have. That had been her once too, and now that her anger has passed, she could remember that feeling. Anger was only good in short bursts, it didn't solve anything. The feeling of power you got from fighting passed and then you were left totally hopeless.
She didn't know how to respond to his outburst and just stood still, hair getting blown about in the snow, parts of it flattened to her head from the water that had melted on her scalp. She wanted to call after him and get him to come back, but if he was feeling any way like she'd once felt, then no amount of calling could make him go where he didn't want to. Ironically, he needed to cool off. "I will." She called, hoping she could be heard over the sound of the wind, watching the back of Marco's dark head vanish.
Proctor turned away from him, back in the direction of Powerscourt and tugged Val's arm, "Come on. We're going back now before we freeze to death out here. We were gone way longer than I promised, they'll be worried." The walk back to Powerscourt was slow and tricky, with crunchy, slippery ground underfoot and by the time the huge building loomed into view, Proctor's feet had gone numb, as had the arm she'd used to haul Marco back. It hang out of her arm socket uselessly and she raised her other fist to bang on the door loudly, waiting for Alex or anyone to open it.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2018 5:42:10 GMT -5
half four???? go to bed wth)
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jan 18, 2018 1:59:42 GMT -5
It was colder than it had been moments ago, as if being alone had woken up his senses. Even though his hands had gone completely numb, they still hurt more than anything. Guess he had already gotten used to all the healing that he had forgotten what it had been like to deal with it on his own. And thinking about it, Marco didn't plan on leaving for good, he just...needed some time to himself again, like the old days.
Before the two of them disappeared behind the heavy snowfall, he heard Proctor's reassuring, "I will." Just those two words gave him comfort, and he buried his hands deep in his pockets. Hopefully that was enough of an apology, he just didn't want Everett to be mad at him for leaving without a warning, even though he was still injured. Even if Everett didn't care, he just thought the other boy should know. Speaking of apologizing, Marco also wanted to apologize formally to Proctor and Val for 'accidentally' hurting them, (By accidentally he meant when Sam used him like a rag doll.) but he never got the chance. Maybe later, when he decided to go back. He was already missing the warmth that Otto emitted, and the heaters. But more than that, he missed Everett's powers, which warmed up his entire body in an instant. It was funny, he had decided to go off on his own, yet he still found himself missing everyone.
Blythe was still highly irritated at the agents though. All of them too, not just the medic. The way they dared to show their faces and screw around with them. He growled to himself, kicking the snow beneath his feet. A punching bag would do him some good, to get out all of the anger he always kept inside. Maybe he would find something to kick around a bit.
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The loud banging caused Alex to jump up out of her seat and head straight for the door. She recognized that loud thumping anywhere, it was none other than Proctor. The door creaked unnecessarily loud as she swung it open, but she was greeted by two familiar faces. "Took you long enough!" Alex spoke, beaming with happiness anyway. A second later her eyebrows furrowed and the woman tilted her head with confusion, noticing it had been only the two of them. "Where's Marco?" Alexandria asked, shutting the large door behind them to keep in the warmth.
In the end, it had taken them at least half an hour or more for them to come back. The absence of Marco did worry her, but at the same time, she was just glad at least the other two made it back. Marco was more than capable of fending for himself, so that was reassuring enough.
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{My sleeping schedule still sucks lmao. I can't do anything to help it at this point, I'm in too deep. :0}
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2018 7:33:06 GMT -5
U gotta bite the bullet, try to get it back on track!!)
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jan 18, 2018 10:36:43 GMT -5
{Haha thanks!!! I really do though, you’re right. You know what sucks also? Today is my first day back to college and I’m gonna s u f f e r.}
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2018 10:55:32 GMT -5
Proctor came in and stamped her feet on the ground, getting the snow off her boots, and shook her coat off too, hanging it up on the hook, "I'm sorry we were gone so long," She turned to shut the door behind her, keeping as much hot air in as she could, "Things got a little complicated."
She glanced around the room, taking in the five uneasy faces, who were all quickly doing the math and realizing Marco was missing. Deciding it was better to rip the band-aid off quick, "It was the agents all right. As well as Samantha and Keir," She directed the last part to Alex before turning to the others, "Two girls who were stuck in the facility with us. I'd assumed they'd both died." It probably wasn't a great idea to go into too much detail right now in front of everyone why it had happened but Proctor did have to tell them what had just gone down, "There was a bit of a fight, but nothing really came off it. The agents just wanted us to know that they're not going anywhere, and that they're reforming."
A visible change came over Bisera, who'd been sitting on a sofa leaning over the top to see what was going on. The young girl slunk back down on the cushions, eyes trained on the floor. Proctor continued, "Once they were gone, I ended up fighting with Marco about... his behavior under stress. He's decided to take a break for now. Go off on his own for a bit."
She let the news sink in, watching Otto cross his arms over his chest, looking angry but not smug. Would he be mature enough to hold back the 'I told you so's? Everett, who'd managed to heave himself up out of the chair to listen, slowly sunk back into his seat and closed his eyes, upset but trying to keep his emotions under control. He didn't say anything and when he opened his eyes again, he directed them at the wall, not looking at anyone. Proctor would tell him his message later, alone. It wouldn't be fair to drop it on him here.
She leaned in closer to Alex, urgency clear in her voice as she lowered it, "Listen, this is a big problem. Samantha's only gotten stronger. She was toying with us back there, but only because she was under orders. They really broke her."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2018 10:55:52 GMT -5
no sympathy from someone who's been back a whole month)
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jan 18, 2018 23:00:33 GMT -5
{I don’t even have the energy to reply today, so I’m going straight to bed. I’ll reply tomorrow though!}
{Also it’s true lol, I don’t deserve to be complaining about school. I’m w e a k.}
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jan 21, 2018 4:21:18 GMT -5
Samantha and Keir. Alex hadn't heard those names mentioned in what seemed like forever. It took her a second, but she remembered the time she spent - and fought - with them clearly. An uneasy feeling came over her, and she could tell something was wrong. Shoulders lowering as she exhaled in thought, her eyes drifted downwards, only to glance upwards at Proctor a second later as she spoke to her in a hushed voice, listening with a concerned expression. This wasn't just bad, this was on a whole new level. Both of their powers were troublesome, and there was nothing she could do about them either. She could almost say she was powerless against them.
"This isn't good. And what about Keir? Anyone make physical contact?" Of course, if Samantha had only gotten stronger, then it would make sense that Keir did as well. It was anyone's guess as to what would happen now. The threat of the agents had only increased, since they came all the way over here, too close to their hideout for comfort. In case of a real attack, they all needed medical attention, but it was still too much to ask of Everett. As of recently, the boy hadn't been able to catch a break. Also, she hadn't mentioned anything, but one glance over Proctor, and she could tell her arm was still in pain, even if she did try to hide it. Thanks to all the time they spent together, it was easy to pick out these things.
"Don't push yourself too much." Alex was referring to her arm for one, but also dealing with Marco and the agents. "Though I guess it's easier said than done. Just let me know if I can do anything." Honestly, at this point she was at a loss as well, not knowing how to prepare for the agents, or how to help anyone. Things weren't just hard on her, she couldn't imagine what Proctor and everyone else was going through. Taking a second to glance around the room, the rest of them had slumped back down in their seats, just as lost as she was.
{Ah I'm so sorry!!! I wasn't really sure what to say here, whoops. ;o;}
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jan 24, 2018 0:42:50 GMT -5
{Maybe we could timeskip to when Marco comes back or something?}
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2018 12:10:11 GMT -5
that sounds like a good idea 00: let's jump!)
The snow melted after a while, but the weather didn't exactly pick up. It was grey and dark pretty much all the time, particularly out on the docks where there were no lampposts. That's where Everett currently was, huddling up his a new(ly stolen) coat, seeing as his old one had been destroyed in the various fights and covered in blood. Though he had survived the whole ordeal, it had brought back his fear of blood almost tenfold, and even the thought of dark, crusty stains made him want to vomit.
This new coat didn't really fit him, it was way too large in the shoulders and the sleeves, but it was nice and warm, which was all he needed. He'd stuffed his hands into his pockets and pulled the collars up around his chin to snuggle in as far as he could. He looked better, but the aftermath of what had happened to him was still clearly visible. The purple circles under his eyes told anyone who looked all they needed to know about his sleep schedule.
His powers weren't cooperating either. They were patchy at best these days, and although he'd gotten Proctor's arm up and running, it had floored him. That's why he was out here now, in the dark and the cold, standing at the edge of the pier watching the water and the distant lights of the city. He just needed a break. He loved his little family, he really did, but it was difficult being around them these days; so tense and easily upset. Plus they were walking on tiptoes around him. Anytime something even vaguely fun happened, the mood was killed by the sense of worry flooding of the others that it might be 'too much' for Everett. He knew their fears were born of affection, so he didn't complain, but he just needed some time on his own.
He missed Marco. That didn't feel like something he could talk to the others about, but he did. The others probably knew it too, but everyone was too awkward to ask him. Funny how quickly you became attached to someone. At least Marco knew how to have a good time, he could've livened the place up a bit. But at the same time, he didn't miss Marco. Proctor had passed on his message, but Everett was still hurt. And sort of mad. Storming off like that hadn't been helpful to anyone, maybe not even himself, and Everett still felt the sting of sudden abandonment.
Jerk. He thought to himself, as he clicked a small stone into the salt water below, missing Marco terribly. He'd have to go back in soon, if he got a chill he'd never live it down, but a few more minutes out here could be just what was needed
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jan 25, 2018 0:40:57 GMT -5
Not a second passed that Marco didn't think about the others. They were the only ones who understood what it was like to have powers and be chased by agents every second of your life. No other human was capable of understanding true fear in the form of being captured and tested on. No other human has suffered as much as them. So, with Powerscourt in mind, he finally decided it was time to go back.
Maybe.
The boy was still a bit hesitant, since he'd been gone longer than he expected, but it was time for him to suck it up and face the rest of them. During his time alone, he had managed to calm down enough to think things over and regret his actions, although he was still pretty upset. That would never leave him. After all, Blythe was able to hold lifelong grudges. No surprise there.
Pacing through the city, he took the long way back, making his way to the docks. Even though the snow had melted, it was still as bitter as ever. The cold temperatures only made things worse, especially for his already-injured hands. They were the worst they have ever been, and beyond that, they hadn't been treated or anything since their last trip to the facility. Which, for the record, felt like forever. The boy didn't even try and wrap them up or put gloves on. Both of those things would just hurt worse, and he would rather avoid that. To be honest, he was surprised he hadn't permanently damaged them to the point where he had to get them surgically removed or something crazy like that. But he sure as hell wasn't about to go to the hospital...so the next best thing was to push through the pain. It really made things difficult these days. Barely being able to move his fingers, much less his hand, rendered him pretty much useless with everything. Marco had no excuses though. He wasn't the one who recently had one foot in the grave, so he had no reason to complain. He still wished he was the one who had taken the bullet instead, though.
While he was lost in thought, Marco glanced up, staring at the scene where the fight took place recently. "Just...a little bit longer." He sighed deeply, muttering to himself. It was funny how different this place seemed now with most of the snow gone. It almost looked...peaceful. Except for the remains of small buildings. God, what a chaotic bunch of agents. Destroying things was their forte, apparently. Huffing to himself, he carried on. If his hands were fine, he would've loved to mess around with his powers in this dark, isolated, already-destroyed area. Maybe another time.
Suddenly, something caught his eye in the distance. A silhouette of someone standing on the dock, above the water. Of course his first instinct was to fight, and although he shouldn't with the condition of his hands, he stepped closer anyway. Typical Marco. The person had their back turned, so at least he had the advantage. The boy stepped closer and closer and...stopped.
"And here I thought you hated the cold." The boy teased, staring down at Everett. "Did you miss how cold I was or something?" He ended with a lighthearted chuckle, deliberately stuffing his hands in his coat pockets so the healer didn't have to worry about seeing how pained they looked.
"Before you say anything...I'm sorry. Again." His voice had lowered, and he stared at the ground in front of Everett. He just wanted to apologize in person, hoping the guilt he felt would leave him.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2018 13:02:47 GMT -5
He nearly jumped out of his skin when someone said his name. Suddenly coming out here in the dark, away from safety, unarmed, and still weak, didn't seem like a brilliant idea. He spun around, recognizing the voice moments before he saw the face.
"Marco." He sounded out of breath, even just turning quickly had taken it out of him. His heart was still hammering like a bodhran. Everett went to speak again, but Marco ended up speaking first, so instead, he just listened. When Marco was done, Everett wasn't sure what to say. He turned his face away, so his profile was facing Marco, and he could stare out at the water, "You didn't have to go." Was the first thing he said, sounding calm, but still clearly hurt, "You could've stayed. You weren't the only one hurting, and I don't think running from it did anyone any good."
The wind howled and Everett flinched from it, hunching his shoulders and drawing his arms closer to his body. When the sudden gale passed, he opened his eyes again, and turned back to Marco, "I get that that's what you've done for years, and it's a hard habit to break, but being a part of this," Hands still deep in his pocket he gestured back towards Powerscourt, "Isn't a part-time thing. You can't just p-piss off whenever you feel like it!" Colour rose to his cheeks slightly when more anger entered his voice, and also at the embarrassment of using crude language.
The spurt of resentment passed and he sighed heavily, breath clouding in the cold air. "I just thought... that this meant more to you." He admitted quietly, averting his gaze, "Thought it was worth sticking around for."
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jan 31, 2018 2:51:47 GMT -5
"It's not like anyone wants me there anyway. Everyone hates me, Everett!" Marco's voice raised, but he immediately stopped himself as Everett looked away. He felt bad, he really did. He was an idiot for running away from his problems. He could tell Everett seemed hurt, but a fact was a fact. "Anyway I couldn't go back all upset like that. I didn't want to end up doing something I would regret. But it looks like I just screwed that one up." Blythe sighed deeply, shoulders dropping in defeat.
"But I did come back." He pointed out, trying to make up for lashing out instinctively.
"In a way, I was a little relieved. My absence meant that there was one less person to stress over, and one less person to worry about for healing." Little did he know, Everett did in fact worry about him, a lot more than he would think. Suddenly, Everett spoke out again, shutting Marco up instantly. His usual tough-guy attitude had almost disappeared completely as he was being lectured by someone who had it worse.
Marco's eyebrows raised and he quickly defended himself. "No, no..." He shook his head back and forth quickly, "Even if everyone does hate me, I still think Powerscourt is worth sticking around for. I can't stand being alone. It's too quiet, and it drives me insane. But other times, being alone is just what I need. I don't want to accidentally hurt anyone if I have a sudden outburst." He spoke from experience while shivering at his thoughts, reminded of all those times he lost control over himself.
"What's...what's wrong with me?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2018 16:15:59 GMT -5
"No one hates you, Marco." He muttered, sounding both exasperated and slightly confused, "It's just difficult living together with a bunch of random people, especially when so many of us are used to being alone. Sometimes, maybe, you rile certain people up," He admitted, thinking about Proctor's short fuse and Otto's distrust from the offset, "But everyone was upset when you left. I hate to break it to you, but that's what families do. They bicker. We're all only human."
He let Marco speak, watching him defend himself and nodding his head, "Yeah I can get that. Sometimes being around so many people can give you cabin fever. But running off doesn't make anyone feel better. You can talk to us, you know." He felt nervous all of a sudden, and he didn't feel like that came from his fatigue. Sheepishly, he took two small steps towards Marco, away from the edge, still clutching himself to keep warm, "You can talk to me."
"I know that it can be... difficult talking about how you feel sometimes, but you don't have to feel self-conscious around me." He took another step closer, glad to be using Marco's larger frame to block some of the wind coming this way. Everett suddenly realised how much weight he must have lost during his week-long coma, he could fit into Marco's slipstream so easily even though there was only an inch or two between them in height.
"Proctor gave me your message, and I'm glad you told her to say that to me, but it still hurt. To have to just leave. I-" His voice caught a little, and he had to take a second to swallow his pride, "I needed you around, Marco. It's weird, but things actually got colder with you." He joked, shaking his head in vague disbelief of his own observation. "But it's good to see you again. Did your little sojourn help?"
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Feb 4, 2018 3:12:22 GMT -5
That last little bit, about how Everett admitted he needed him, left him in shock. The last thing he expected was for someone to want his company. He thought it wasn't possible to feel any worse about leaving, but his heart dropped further. Marco never wanted to let anyone down. Especially Everett of all people. He opened his mouth to apologize again, but that still wasn't going to change the fact that he completely abandoned the poor guy for no good reason other than to run from himself.
"Yeah, walking around helped a little."
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Marco relaxed his tense body after Everett finished, finding comfort in the boy's small speech. "Thanks for that. I...really needed it." His voice was calm again, embarrassed almost, and a small smile appeared on his face. He took one hand out of his pocket and ran it through his hair, a bad habit he always did when he was shy or nervous. A second later, Marco stepped even closer, surprising even himself as he gave a hug. It only lasted a moment, but he wasn't sure how else to show his thanks. "C'mon, you know I missed you. And hey, guess who didn't come back with any injuries this time?" Blythe beamed with pride, happy to share this new accomplishment. He technically was right though, because his hands were injured long ago, not anytime recently.
He could tell something was off when he hugged the boy. Everett did look a lot thinner than before their trip to the facility, and he frowned. But suddenly, something clicked in his mind.
"Oh hey, I forgot I had this in my pocket. I brought a little something back for you." He reached deep in his pockets, dug around a little bit, and out came a handful of junk food he thought Everett might enjoy. Before the boy had a chance to think, he piled the snacks into Everett's hands, wincing slightly as he moved his fingers. He took his hands back, only hoping that Everett didn't catch a glimpse of how injured they really were. (Most of the things he grabbed were stuff he really liked, but still. Maybe Everett would enjoy them just as much as he did.) "And don't tell me you don't want them. I know you've lost weight, you're so skinny you can barely even fit that jacket. You need to bulk up again, gain some muscle like me." He pulled the sleeve of his coat all the way up his arm, and proceeded to flex, trying to show off his muscles. Now, he wasn't exactly a bodybuilder, but he wasn't a string bean either. Marco had the perfect amount of muscle that he actually looked good while doing it. Chuckling to himself, he pulled his sleeve back down. "You just got front row tickets to the best gun show in town." Marco grinned, shooting finger guns, back to his playful self. The others might still treat Everett as if he was just as fragile as that day, walking on thin ice around him and all, but Marco knew Everett was strong and recovering well, joking around with the boy as if there wasn't a care in the world.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2018 14:12:38 GMT -5
He was too shocked to refuse the sudden unloading of the junk food, and he stood still staring at it, and then burst out laughing. It wasn't even that funny, but going from the tense, borderline confrontational, mood just seconds before, to just being shoved an armful of gifts was too much for the tired boy to handle.
"Oh, thank you, thank you." He smiled broadly, gazing down at what he'd been gifted. Thank goodness his new coat was so large because that meant he could fill up his pockets so he didn't drop anything. He was still smiling after he'd managed to fit them all in, unable to get the grin off his face, "That's very thoughtful of you, Marco. I may get diabetes but at least I won't be starving to death." He scoffed playfully and rolled his eyes when Marco whipped out his biceps, giving him a gentle shove as if he would ever be annoyed by a free sun show.
"Oh bravo, bravo." He clapped his hands together, shaking his head, "Very original. But tell me, if your guns are so big," He gave him a poke in his chest, "Why should I need to work on mine? I can just hide behind you, like a wall of meat."
It felt good to laugh again, like his face had been too stiff and he was finally getting to stretch it. Although he was just back, it felt like Marco had never left at all. Laughing in the cold air, however, was destined to end badly, and he started coughing, covering his mouth with his hand in embarrassment. As the coughing fit died down, he meekly rubbed the back of his mouth, "Sorry." And cleared his throat to rid his voice of the croak, "I've not been feeling great."
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Feb 6, 2018 3:12:28 GMT -5
Everett's unexpected burst of laughter caused Marco's cheeks to turn red out of embarrassment, a rare sight coming from a tough guy, or so he thought. The ice boy huffed, then followed up by crossing his arms and turning his head away with a quiet, "You're welcome." for the food he gave him.
Blythe nodded to let him know he was still listening, although he was still facing the other way, waiting for the warm sensation of embarrassment in his cheeks to go away. Everett's little tease of a shove made him stumble back, caught completely off-guard as he regained his balance. The two shared a moment of laughter together again, and it was one of those moments where you never wanted it to end. But when the coughing fit started, Marco panicked, unsure of what to do. It passed after a couple long seconds, and he sighed. "God, you scared me half to death! Sounds like you just finished a marathon with asthma." Afterwards, Marco promised himself that he would keep an eye on Everett until he was sure the guy was back to normal.
"You know what? Here." He shrugged off his jacket and rested it over Everett's shoulders, "You need it more than I do right now." That was actually just him trying to play hero, because the second he took off the jacket, his skin practically began to freeze. To be fair though, there was some truth in his words. "You know what? Let's just...head back to Powerscourt. Too...cold to...be outside." Trying to hide his shivering, he flung one arm around Everett, (One, to keep Everett from slipping, and two, because Marco enjoyed it. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)) and the two of them walked briskly back to the warmth of Powerscourt. (On a side note, even though most of the snow was gone, he still had a feeling that Everett would find a way to fall.)
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He fully expected Proctor to lecture him some more the second he walked in the door, so as Powerscourt came into view, a shiver ran down his spine. "I'm sure Otto is gonna be disappointed to see me back." He chuckled, stepping up towards the door and stopping in front of it. "Did you still wanna be alone? I just realized I came back unexpectedly and kind of dragged you back here."
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