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 Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 7:18 pm
"Psh." Kiki replied. "Is there really a correct answer?" she asked sarcastically, Marko lowered his hand from her neck. "No, I haven't." she answered, staring at Sam. "But I'm close to. And as for why I'm here... what can I say? You guys are hot, and obviously not taken. And a girl has her needs. The X-men are boring when it comes to certain things. I'm tired of being the good little girl. Then again... maybe I'm not. I'm just looking for something to sway my decision." She turned to Marko and flipped her hair sarcastically. "I try." she replied, rolling her eyes.
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 7:29 pm
Marko smirked, allowing himself to back away a step. He saw the game she was trying to play- hadn't he done the same for as long as he'd been able to? Sex appeal worked both ways. And as much of a soft spot as Marko had for pretty girls, he had the self control of a soldier at war. She could try all she wanted- that game would get her nowhere. And if she was serious... Well, she might as well sign up for the Brotherhood now. The thought made his smirk grow slightly, and he looked her over again. "Something to sway your decision?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Just what might be able to do that, dear?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 7:32 pm
"Oh, I dunno..." she replied, batting her eyelashes innocently. "A cookie, perhaps?" She dropped her facade like a ton of bricks. "Back off, Giga or whatever the hell your name is. Whatever it is, I'm almost totally sure I won't get it from you." She smiled mischeviously. "Then again, it's not like you're offering it up..." She looked down at her scuffed shoes. "Great. More wasted cash. You guys are horrendous." She turned and began to walk out, daring anyone to stop her.
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 7:33 pm
Sam let out a laugh that filled the room. "Boy this girl has spunk. ," he said as he motioned for Marco to lock the doors and windows quickly. "Something to sway your decision, Hmm? Why should I? I mean sure you're a great spy, but what happens when you get caught such as now? We don't need a weak link in our organization," he stated coldly," I also should not have to convince you. Just think of who you are. A mutant, the next step of the evolutionary chain. Lower humans call us freaks and shun us. We should not stand have to stand for that." Sam stood up and walked closer to her. "Occasionally they accept us, but to what end? The moment they don't need us, they kick us to the curb."
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 7:40 pm
"Trust me, no one understand that better than I do. My parents kicked me out, butt naked into the streets when they found out. Humans are disgusting, weak creatures, and I hate them. But I feel as if I shoudl help them, too. And if I ever get caught, I'll just talk my way out of it, like I am now. See? You let your guard down already. A bunch of locked windows and doors isn't going to stop a shadow." With that, she transformed back into a shadow and slithered up the wall, where she lingered in a corner before slithering across the cieling like a fat, black slug. She let herself hang upside down, then drop back onto the ground, momentarily dispering herself amongst the countless shadows created my the fibers of the dirty rug.
"I can hide anywhere." she said, her voice echoing around the room. She popped back into her own form in a flash, materializing next to Sam. "And sneak attacks are my forte. I woud hardly call myself a weak link... but who am I telling this to? We all know I've rejected your offer countless times. What makes you think I'm so gullible now?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 7:44 pm
"Because this time, you've got nothing to go back to." Marko replied, smirking. "Security cameras all over the place just recorded you saying you've considered joining us; that's grounds for distrust in any X-Men's eyes. All we would have to do is put that on the internet, and no X-Man would trust you ever again." He chuckled slightly, winking mockingly at her. "How's that for incentive, sweetheart?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 7:49 pm
How's that for an incentive, sweetheart? ... sweetheart... sweetheart...
The word echoed in Kiki's mind. She closed her eyes, her hands balling into fists.
"Don't... ever... call me that." she warned, her nails biting into her palms as she tried to control herself. Before she knew it, her arm was racing behind, her palm open, motioning to slap the insolent fool who dared call her that...
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 7:54 pm
Sam smiled at Marco's remark. When the girl tried to strike Marco, Sam activated his power over his arm and part of his face and then grabbed girl's neck and raised her as he stared at her face, "You're weak." he said as he let her go. "If you were to go to the X-men, they will train you, but only in stealth." Sam stated as he looked at his armored hand, "The brotherhood would teach you to use your powers at their fullest." Suddenly the skin on his hand molded on to each other. Slowly his hand disappeared and a giant armored blade came to be. "It is not that we want to eradicate the human race, we just want to raise the mutant one above them."
Sam then deactivated his power and looked at the girl. "Don't feel sorry for the people who will never be sorry for you." He said as he looked at her, then offered his hand
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 8:01 pm
Kiki touched her neck angrily. "You're lucky it's not night, or else you'd be the one dying right now." she snapped. SHe looked at his hand for a moment. "But okay. I'll... I'll do it. For now." And she took it.
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 5:08 am
Phoebe Exodus
Gaia  Phoebe nodded as she got out of his car, "I always have my phone on me in case I am needed," she then began to make her way over to the bleachers using her scent tracking to find them, "If you have time later Tripp, we should talk about how we should handle the Brotherhood the next time they come around. We can't let them think they can push us around."
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 8:10 am
Tripp
AKA Terra  Tripp nodded and got out of the car. Locking it after her. He popped the trunk and grabbed his stuff and sprinted towards the field, immediatly getting yelled at by the coach. He started to explain himself somewhat and the coach sent him off to get changed. He reluctantly sprinted to the locker room and changed quickly, locking his clothes in his locker. When he got back to the field as punishment he was sent in the outfield. He hated the outfield. There was a reason he played second base... The coach commenced running drills by hitting as many out into the outfield by Tripp as possible. 'I guess it could be worse...' He continued to run the drills with his team and then it was time for batting practice. Every one ran in to the 3 cages they had and lined up. Of course, Tripp was first.
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 3:23 pm
"Be glad he caught your hand, girl... You were about to get a jump-start to the front of Death Row, by electric chair." Marko said, frowning. "I don't know what you're used to here, but I'm not the kind of guy you ******** with. I'm not afraid to hit a girl." His eyes lit up bright blue for just a second, and a crackling sound started. Then it faded, and Marko shook his head. "I'm done here. I'm taking my cut," he added, walking over to the table. He grabbed a bundle of 20's; about a hundred dollars cash. Plenty to get him through the week. He pocketed it, and threw his hood over his face as he unlocked the door and stormed out. He had his fun with her, and she had bored him. She almost hit him... She would've died for that. If it weren't for Sam, Marko would have another body to clean up. That would be the fourth since he arrived in America- the eighth since he was born. Not the most impressive record, at first glance... But they were all done by hand, or by close-contact power. And he hadn't been caught yet.
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 4:04 pm
Kiki frowned. What an a*****e. Who did he think he was, calling her pet names like that? They definately were't going to have a good relationship, especially if he thought toying with her love of romance would get him anywhere.
Maybe I overreacted a little... she thought, sullenly plopping down onto the overstuffed couch. The last person who had called her that had ended up with a bloody nose. She positively ABHORED that name! Especially since it was what her mother and father used to call her.
Those traitors. Raised her for sixteen years thinking she was a normal girl. Then, one day, her powers appeared out of nowhere, and they disowned her. Just like that. No money, no clothing... and yes, she had been serious about being kicked out into the streets naked. It was mid-November. And pouring. She was forced to hide in an alley for the night. She showed up at the Academy completely bare and freezing, and the people there thought she was some kind of alien from outer space. Mortified, she had turned shadow and had hidden in the janitor's closet for a week until somone accidentally stepped on her while looking for toilet paper. Not pleasant.
And now look at me. she thought sadly. Looks like I ******** up. Again.
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 4:39 pm
Sam watched as Marco grabbed his cut and walked off. "Don't be hard on the kid, in many ways, he's had it just like you." Sam told her as he walked over to the table grabbed a 50 and a few twenties. He put them together neatly and held them out for to take. "Here is your allowance, use it for what ever pleases you". If she was going to join, then she needed to feel welcome. It was not every day that the Brother hood had a new member.
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 4:44 pm
Marko walked outside the base for a bit, scowling and overall cursing every living thing. Especially that little b***h... Trying to hit him? He was Marko <********> Balkic. NOBODY hit him. And lived to tell about it, at least. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair as he continued down the sidewalk. He was so stressed lately- America was so much different from Serbia. The people here weren't all peasant farmers with nothing; they were all businessmen, all scrambling in their own way to make a profit. To please themselves. It was the life Marko dreamed of as an orphan growing up in Sarajevo... Now that he had it, it almost disgusted him. Then again, that euphoric rush of buying whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted... It washed away the stress. He shook his head, pulling his hood a little further over his face. He needed something to do; maybe he'd pay a visit to some poor family's generator, or a telephone pole's circuitry box. He was feeling a little low on juice...
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