Kevin "Wither" Ford
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Post by Kevin "Wither" Ford on Feb 23, 2013 17:49:16 GMT -5
Kevin stood there silently watching the display of power. He lifted his head, staring gently into the dark, gently at the ruby red eyes which looked more like they belonged in a dragon than in a teenage girl. The teeth were something a shark would envy and he couldn't compare the tongue to anything. His emerald orbs blinked a few times, staring deeply at the girl. Instead of backing away he got closer. He closed the large gap between them by a few inches, tilting his head to the side, lips firmly closed. His eyes squinted slightly.
"Aspects," Kevin repeated, "Yeah. Well. Don't we all wish we could control everything..." His voice sounded solemn, depressed, as if he was numb to the world. his hands removed themselves from his coat pockets, lifting to show the girl his gloved fingers.
"I'm used to bing called a monster. A monster among freaks." He peered at her. "I want to save people. I always wanted to be an X-Man. But I didn't think that I'd get these powers."
He stared at her eyes. "I killed my Dad."
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Post by Jakkie Savoy on Feb 23, 2013 18:01:46 GMT -5
He wasn't... afraid of her. That was a refreshing change, something she almost felt gratified by. It was nice... not to be feared. She tilted her head at him when he approached her, curious eyes, now normal, for all but the color. Still red, deep and glistening.
"I killed my Dad"
She hardly looked phased, despite feeling sympathy and sickly enough, envy. Regardless, she allowed a bitter grin, cold and maybe a little disgusted, but not with him.
"I wish I killed mine." she said, her voice sounding perhaps softer, but unnerving in how hoarse it had become. It was a confession, rather than a challenge, and which one confession came more. He wasn't afraid of her? So he was going to get the full picture of how awful she could be.
"I can't control it." she shook her head, pale hair scattering by her cheeks, "When I'm angry, it has control. Husbands, wives, fathers mothers... children. I've taken children." she shook her head, and a softness had disappeared to something harder.
"I won't ever be an X-man." she hissed. It sounded partly like dejection, but mostly scorn. She didn't belong where good hearts were, she was too angry. But she didn't want to wreak havoc on people either, so this so called Brotherhood wasn't an option either.
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Kevin "Wither" Ford
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Post by Kevin "Wither" Ford on Feb 23, 2013 21:43:01 GMT -5
Kevin just stared. "Not that great a guy, huh?" He whispered before taking in what she had to say. He blinked a few times, drinking in the words. Control. It was a word Kevin Ford didn't know the meaning of either. The rest he could identify with as well. His power hungered to be used. To touch skin, to feel things under his finger tips, his lips, anything. He tilted his head to the side. Children. He'd never actually hurt anyone like that before. It made him pity her. No. No the two of them could never be X-Men. Not without the control.
Anger management though. That was the difference. If she could control her anger, she'd control it. While he could never, ever have control. "I can't," he mumbled, "I guess you don't exactly have a place to crash, huh?"
He realized his hands were still hanging in the air. He shoved them back in his pockets. "I'm sorry," he whispered, "I suppose we both got dealt a shit hand."
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Post by Jakkie Savoy on Feb 23, 2013 21:58:15 GMT -5
She split a faux grin and delivered a shrug as she closed her eyes; a display of mock humility.
"Maybe he just didn't raise a great daughter." she supplied. That was bull-shit. Well, not entirely. She wasn't a great gal, but he was no where close to a great guy. Jakkie had often fantasized about killing him, her hands at his neck... It would have been sweet. Controlling her anger was easier said than done though, the way she'd grown up. With her temperament...
She shrugged again after he apologized and deemed them both 'dealt a shit hand.' It was truth, but Jakkie didn't want sympathy, and she didn't look offended in the least.
"I've got some cash I took from the old man. Not much, but it'll get me into some run down motels for a little bit." she returned her red gaze to his. Empty, but sure of herself. She was more than capable of handling herself out there, fending for herself. Sure of herself...
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Kevin "Wither" Ford
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Post by Kevin "Wither" Ford on Feb 25, 2013 11:32:02 GMT -5
"I'm sure that's not it." Kevin shifted slightly, trying to get himself more comfortable. He had a feeling he might have to take off running soon if the cops showed up so he might as well take the chance to rest while he could. He spoke her thoughts, assuming, like him, she didn't want to deal with pitiful looks and bullshit 'I'm sorry's.' "I'm not pitying you," Kevin said, "I don't do pity. I can throw stones since I live in a glass house." A southern twang caught in his throat as he spoke.
He winced slightly. "You clearly haven't been here before," he said, matching her dead gaze with his own green eyes. The two might have made a wonderful pair of Christmas lights all green and red. "The only shithole hotels in New York City are in the other Burroughs. And those even are by the hour hotels if you get my drift." He didn't pity her but he wasn't so cold-hearted to want her to go to the Bronx Motel and have her beast kill again.
"I know you don't want it, but the Xavier Institute's doors are always open," he said, "And...I know of a couple of crap motels in Westchester you might be able to crash at."
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Post by Jakkie Savoy on Feb 26, 2013 0:43:26 GMT -5
She allowed a bitter pull at the corners of her lips while shaking her head. She was threatening to close up entirely to him when he mentioned Xaviers, being extremely opposed to the idea. He didn't seem to understand that she really wasn't going to have a place there, and she wouldn't stay for long.
"I can't go there." she hissed, squinting her eyes at him, although it would help her somehow see how he had become so suddenly stupid.
"I'll find my way..." she mumbled, before dismissively turning her back to him, and making to leave. In any case it wasn't smart to linger here anymore, what with the mess she'd left behind. Authorities would eventually show, and of course they'd be questioned if found here.
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Kevin "Wither" Ford
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Post by Kevin "Wither" Ford on Feb 27, 2013 17:25:01 GMT -5
Kevin shifted slightly, peering at her, eyes flashing towards the girl he felt a strange kinship to. Hurt. Pain. Neither were bleeding hearts but both had had their hearts broken. Or so he assumed. He couldn't explain why he wanted to help her. But he did. Very badly. His eyes dipped. He shrugged.
"I'm sorry," he remarked, "I know. You said you didn't want to go." He rubbed the back of his hair. He needed a haircut something awful, the dark fluff starting to fall into his emerald eyes.
"I wish ah-I-could help you," he said, checking his Georgian accent at the door, "I don't think you'd even take it if I could." He gave a soft smirk.
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Post by Jakkie Savoy on Feb 27, 2013 17:55:24 GMT -5
Jakkie had every intentions of walking away, but upon his last words, she stopped. For a moment she was silent, and then she turned her head to the side, displaying a profile to the boy. She seemed to be contemplating, before her colder voice finally began again.
"What kind of help could you offer?" she asked. It wasn't exactly a wondering tone she wore. It was more scornful, skeptical. But the fact that she asked at all offered some curiosity.
"Why would you offer help..." she rephrased quickly, and turned around, but not fully. Just to better scrutinize his intentions. He barely knew her. That was a fact, and she hadn't even been particularly nice.
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Kevin "Wither" Ford
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Post by Kevin "Wither" Ford on Feb 28, 2013 11:02:50 GMT -5
He had watched her start to leave and started to contemplate how he was going to get back to Grand Central when she turned and spoke. He lifted his head and ran his fingers through his thick hair. He let out a breath. He wasn't exactly sure himself why he wanted to help her. Maybe it was because he'd been so eager to be an X-Man he'd taken the first help he could without thinking. Maybe it was because he didn't like to see a girl, any girl, on the street due to his Southern good boy roots. Maybe it was because his father'd want him to help her. Finally he lifted his head after a few seconds of silence.
"I think it's because," he said, "I know what its like to be afraid of your own body. Afraid of what you might do, who you might hurt. It's not a good feeling." He rubbed his eye. He could feel it threatening to pour tears as he thought of his weeks in the junkyard.
"And I know what its like to be homeless because of it," he said firmly.
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Post by Jakkie Savoy on Feb 28, 2013 22:43:17 GMT -5
Her stare was completely blank, and she was entirely still. Homeless. That's what she was. Some rubby on the street. She tried to comprehend his emotions that seemed to be.. well, quite frankly coming out clearly to her in his eyes. She narrowed her own, but they widened somewhat when an idea hit her.
Death was... an easy way out. And easy idea, but doing it was hard. Suicide was a concept that frightened even her. The process leading to the actual action.. finishing her own life. She couldn't quite get past the bottle, the tightening around her neck.. a knife. Bad business.
It would happen quickly, she assumed. Just a simple touch and maybe it would be over.
She swallowed, parting her lips as she breathed in some cool air. She probably looked touched to some extent, but in truth it was an anxiousness.. maybe a touch of excitement. But she couldn't just ask him for something like that... He didn't like his powers either, and she was nothing but a stranger. Maybe... if she got to know him better. He'd understand it... allow it.
"How do I... get to this school." she asked, her voice betraying her skepticism. She couldn't quite get over the idea. "I might... drop by... See you..." she cleared her throat on the last bit, perhaps trying to sell that she was 'interested' in Kevin... If he'd buy. She hadn't broken eye-contact anyways.
"It's not like... a prison? They don't keep you there, call you special like an..." she trailed off. The last words she was looking for she couldn't quite reach. Insane Asylum. Jakkie didn't honestly know much about the 'institute' to be honest. But if he told her how to get there, she might just show up in her own time.
For those selfish reasons.
((I'm an annoying bitch.... Sorry for the long post. >m<))
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Kevin "Wither" Ford
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Post by Kevin "Wither" Ford on Mar 1, 2013 13:16:18 GMT -5
(OOC: <3)
The corners of his mouth tugged from the neutral position to a quivering smile-sh thing. It wasn't a grin, a smile, nothing of the sort. It was a soft understanding. Had he gotten to her? He'd never know. His gloved hands went to his fluffy hair again, running his fingers through it to push the fluff out of his eyes. The sparkling green orbs made their way to her ruby red ones, the gemstone colored things fixed on each other. "I'd like that," he breathed.
To her last question he chuckled softly. "Not usually," he mused, "But then again the teachers usually call me 'dangerous' if anything." Not special, never special. Xavier had been firm about him not using his powers, firm about him keeping a low profile on how he got there. It was almost like the professor was afraid of him. Afraid, killer, murderer, monster. The words echoed around his skull as he turned his dark eyes from the floor which he realized he'd been to staring at to Jakkie again.
"It's in Westchester, I have the address." He dug through his coat pockets for a second. "I sort of know it by heart. I don't need it." He handed her a card.
"They let us roam around the city so long as we're back for curfew. I'm sure they wouldn't mind you dropping by. So long as you're not going to blow up the school or nothin'."
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Post by Jakkie Savoy on Mar 1, 2013 19:34:44 GMT -5
Jakkie took the card, her fingers brushing his gloved ones for just a second, before looking down at the card. She didn't seem at all frightened of touching him, even if she had been protected from direct contact. Jakkie hardly gave it another thought. She nodded down at the little card, deliberately to hide her critical views, before looking back up at him.
"You should get out of here." she warned. It's what she was going to do. There was no telling when the police would start marking off area's and questioning people who might know something or be responsible for what she did. She took a light step back, to initiate that she was going to leave soon.
"I'll see you again." she said hesitantly, but it wasn't a question. And then she cleared her throat and added, "I'd like to see you again." while she nodded certainly. This one, sounded more like a request. She had to sell her interest in him... Had to make him believe...
It was in the back of her mind now.
"You'll be there...?" and then the question came, sounding quite sincere. If she was going to show up at that stupid institute she had to know he was going to be there. That he didn't have any plans of leaving it soon, and she'd show up without him there. Otherwise this would all be for nothing.
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Kevin "Wither" Ford
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Post by Kevin "Wither" Ford on Mar 3, 2013 12:56:28 GMT -5
Kevin visibly froze and recoiled his hand at the briefest of touches on his gloved fingers. His eyes were wide as he looked back and forth from her hand to his. Did he just tell her? Wasn't she scared? At her first words he nodded. Of course he needed to leave. His feet shuffled back as he looked to the side. Where was he supposed to go? He'd just go back the way he came, go grab a cab and head to Westchester. He stared as she spoke, lips pursed in a neutral position. He nodded his head towards her.
"I'd like that," he muttered, "I'll be there. Where else am I going to go?" He smirked at his own words, kind of waiting. Was she going to go? Where was she going to go?
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Post by Jakkie Savoy on Mar 3, 2013 18:55:10 GMT -5
She couldn't tell what was worse. Her being out on the streets and fending for herself, or his comment of where else was he going to go. That odd bond he, and so many others, seem to grow with that school. A dependency. But Jakkie wasn't going to end up on the streets, she'd be sure of that.
She hadn't broken eye-contact, and for a moment she looked mildly confused when he looked between her hand and his. Still, not phased. The danger of dying wasn't something she was new to. People acted like dying was easy, but she didn't see it that way.
She inhaled, and swallowed, staring into his green eyes perhaps for a moment too long before she finally spoke.
"I'll see you around..." she nodded, and only took her eyes away once she'd turned around completely to leave. Though she did spare one more glance over her shoulder to the boy, Kevin. One last look until next time.
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