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Post by Alex Summers on May 13, 2011 8:37:55 GMT -8
Alex had spread his files against the meeting room's main table, intermixing notes, dossiers, pictures, and maps in a colaberation that only he could see the logic in. The meeting room was bare, but it almost always was. The brotherhood had been a disorgainized mess since he got here. He heard Magneto's speech all about how the brotherhood was a safehaven, and that they as mutant were intitled to their own paths, but Alex saw this as an excuse for Magneto to take powerhouses, put them in under one roof, rial them up, and then let them go like monkies escaping the zoo. This would not do.
The problem was alex was not a senior member. Hell, he had been here three weeks and he saw very little of the leader, and even less of the mutants who were supposed to be under Mangeto's care. It made Alex wonder what Magneto was really up to. Another mystery for another time.
His current mystery staring him in the face was these students of Charles Xavier. He had heard Magneto speak of them, but never to any great lenth. So, a few days of hard work and one blackmailed technopath later, Alex then had a reasonalbe knowledge of who these kids were. He knew that power did not only come from mutation, but also from unification. This school was a perfect setup, take mutants in, train them, prepare them for the real world. He wished that the brotherhood had such a good business plan. All he would have to do is steal the students. That meant steal the school. And he couldn't do that alone.
Alex stared at the folders in front of him....and a plan was forming.
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Post by Silent Clover on May 13, 2011 12:29:44 GMT -8
I'll just paint the picture of a perfect placeThey got it better than what anyone's told meThey'll be the King of Hearts, and I'm the Queen of SpadesThen they'll fight for me like they were my soldiers[_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_] Today was a very boring day and Magneto was no where to be found. Clover wanted to go on another mission rather than stand around in this hell hole where the mutants didn't know what it meant to clean up after themselves! Already Clover had spent a good three hours of her day cleaning half of the hideout, and she was beginning to wonder if this was a hideout or a frat house! It was truly beginning to annoy her and she wanted to go somewhere to relax for once. Her bare feet slapped against the cold stone as she walked through the halls, her mind frustrated over the little things it kept picking up. The smudge of manure on the floor, the chip in the wall, and the fork stuck in the ceiling. How the mutants managed to do any of this was beyond Clover's imagination, but she honestly didn't want to know. Instead, she took more of her time to clean them up, wiping down the smudge, filling in the chip with some plant life, and removing the fork from the ceiling and filling those holes too. Stuffing the fork into the hem of her short skirt, she continued on her way and passed by the meeting room. A few steps after passing it, she stopped in her tracks and perked a brow slowly. Stepping back wards, she turned her head and stared into the room only to notice the mess of papers there. Her mind instantly screamed at her to fix it, she had to bring order to that mess! Yet, she paused since she noticed Alex standing there staring at them. Now her mind was becoming curious, but it was still yelling at her to fix the mess.
Because of her interest, she stepped into the room and fixed her beige blouse that puffed around her shoulders that her blond locks neatly rested against. Trotting up next to Alex, Clover took the time to look over those files and she felt the need to organize them grow even greater. Her mind was putting them together in alphabetical order as she stared at them all. Her hand moved to start moving, but she stopped it before Alex could say anything, and she pulled it back then looked at Alex with a somewhat hurt and questioning look. She took on the persona of a lost puppy that didn't know what to really do with the time she was given. Nibbling upon her lower lip, she stared back at the papers and just wanted to fix them! Put them in an organizational pattern that fit her brain, not his. Yet, she still refused to move as she put her hands behind her and let a vine snake out of her pocket and wrap around her wrists. It may not have been the best way to restrain herself, but she also didn't want to make waves with one of the Brotherhood members. If Alex wasn't in the room right now, there would have been no doubt that Clover would have rearranged the files to fit her desire. That was not the case though since Alex stood right beside her and was examining the notes and files before him.
Wanting to know why Alex had them arranged like he did, Clover examined each document closely and tried to find the pattern. Her eyes darted to each file as she reviewed the content quickly, looking for that hidden pattern! But the more she stared at the documents, the more stress it put on her until she could no longer take it anymore. The vine that was wrapped around her wrists let go and dropped to the ground as Clover went to work on the documents before her. Whispering to herself, she reached out and snatched up several documents at once and began her attempt to organize them in an alphabetical order. She couldn't help herself, it was something she just HAD to do and many people in the Brotherhood knew that about her, some even did this sort of stuff on purpose just to get a quick laugh. But for Clover, her condition was no joke.
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Post by Alex Summers on May 13, 2011 19:42:31 GMT -8
"Okay," Alex said as Clover started to rearrange. Her compulsion was known, and at first he was upset, but then he began to see the striking pattern on which he was working to create, and decided that the girl may have some talent.
He looked her up and down, and knew that if the girl were to ever let loose, she could wreck the ecosystem with a thought. Lucky for humanity, she was too reserved to ever get that far. However, maybe her most amazing abilities didn't have to do with her power. This cute girl could be the first potential candidate for his private cabal.
He reached down, placing his hand on her next snatching target, being careful not to touch her. "Clover, I am trying to figure out something. Do you want to help me. Do you want organize this by most powerful people and their known location, as you see it?"
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Post by Silent Clover on May 13, 2011 20:12:13 GMT -8
I'll just paint the picture of a perfect placeThey got it better than what anyone's told meThey'll be the King of Hearts, and I'm the Queen of SpadesThen they'll fight for me like they were my soldiers[_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_] Clover had barely noticed what Alex was doing until she saw his hand come to rest upon the next document she was reaching for. Even with his hand there, she grabbed it and tugged on it a few times until she heard his voice. Looking at Alex, Clover perked a brow slowly and found his request to be an odd one. Mostly because Clover was use to people telling her to leave or yell at her whenever she was doing stuff like this, but he was actually requesting something of her. Normal people would start asking questions about how he wanted everything organized in those two categories, but Clover's mind filled in the gaps for itself. Releasing her hand from the document, she stared at all of the files and examined them closely. For several minutes, she just stood there with her emerald eyes flicking about on the papers as her mind put the pieces together in the order Alex desired. The overall order may not be to Alex's approval, but Clover didn't care about that as she focused on putting things in order of what was closest to them and having several rows of most dangerous powers to least dangerous powers. And as her mind put the last piece of the puzzle together, Clover went to work as she began snatching up several documents at once and clearing space on the table for her to create the new set up.
The most dangerous mutants quickly into the closest row to Alex and the rest slowly got least dangerous the farther away from him they got. In each row, she organized them to who was closest going from left to right, left being the closest and the right side being the one farthest away, according to known location. Clover honestly made organizing these documents seem so very easy as she just grabbed them, tucked them under her arm, and soon put them in their proper place. Hell, she even put several into place in the middle before she could put any of the others around it. Her mind was an odd place and, believe it or not, this was not apart of her power; this was something she was naturally born with. Clover was always more of a thinker though, especially since she never spoke a word and as she got close to finishing, she looked up at Alex as if searching for his approval. Putting the last few documents into place, Clover gave Alex a large smile as she crossed her arms over her chest and held a stature of pride. This was some of her finest work and she loved having puzzles to solve! Though, she was now hoping that Alex with have more puzzles like this for her to solve every day.
Yet, her mind still spotted the fact the documents were not in alphabetical order and it bugged her again. Instead of giving into that though, she bounced over to Alex and began to adjust his shirt accordingly. Making sure there were no wrinkles it the fabric and that it was square with his shoulders and hips. It may have been intrusive for some people, but Clover had to do something to ease her stress and since she couldn't alphabetize the documents, this was the next best thing. Though it didn't take her long to do that to Alex's clothes since there wasn't really much to do, so she began to twirl her blond hair within her fingertips and swiftly sat upon the floor, her back turned to the table, in hopes that if it was out of sight, it would be out of mind.
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Post by Alex Summers on May 15, 2011 4:30:29 GMT -8
Alex couldn't deny it, he was impressed. A girl may have the power of nature, but she had the brain akin to a computer. Alex saw the shuffling papers fly in furry and began to see how not only that Clover was orgainizing them in not only the order he reqested, but also in deferencet him. He didn't fault her for that, but he found it interesting that she just didn't do the work, but she did it for someone else, not just the work alone. There might be more to this girl than meets the eye.
When she finished, he saw Clover do something he considered very odd. She got smug. Alex, being in the foster system, had seen plenty of introverted kids in his time. They would be quiet like Clover, do the job, then just mope around. Clover knew what statisfaction meant, and self confidence was not a problem for her. Everyone had underestimated her.
Alex was pondering the implications of this behavior when all of a sudden his clothes came under attack. Immediately after Clover was done, she seemed to declare Jihad on his clothes. Alex wasn't used to people fussing on him, but let her do it, afraid of losing a finger from the flurry of movement coming from Clover.
When he apparently was up to her specification, she finally just sat down, more out of self control than exhausion. Alex smiled at the girl. He kneeled down, and not looking at her in the eye, said very calmly and quietly. "Clover, I would like to thank you for your work today. What can I do or get for you to pay you back?" Alex needed to know what drove Clover if he was going to win her trust.
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Post by Silent Clover on May 19, 2011 19:52:51 GMT -8
I'll just paint the picture of a perfect placeThey got it better than what anyone's told meThey'll be the King of Hearts, and I'm the Queen of SpadesThen they'll fight for me like they were my soldiers[_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_] Anxiety ran through her body as her mind tried not to focus on the papers that were no where near their normal alphabetical order that they should be in. Certainly she was proud of the work she had done, but it was not the order her OCD wanted. So, when Alex thanked her for a job well done and requested if he could do anything, the words fell on deaf ears. Clover's mind was rushing with the order it preferred and was demanding her to redo it all. Fingers curled into fists, gripping her hair tightly as she tried to fight the pressure building inside her body. Eyes closed as she felt her heart beat even quicker, making her fear it would soon explode within her chest. 'Everything has to be perfect! PERFECT! Its all wrong, must be put right, cannot leave it in this chaotic order, have to fix,' she screamed to herself. Muscles began to twitch as they wanted to move, set everything into their proper place, but Clover fought the urge as best as she could. Tears began to fill her closed eyes as her lips curled downward. Her breath grew short and quick as her muscles soon began to tense from her resistance, but the urges and compulsions continued to scream within her and only grew louder the more she put them off. Clover could no longer hold it as she felt herself simply explode.
Her eyes shot open and she stood up swiftly her hands grabbing the edge of the table as vines began to crawl out of her pockets. The table was flipped in seconds while the vines lashed out with their thorns ripping through the wood and papers that were now scattered upon the floor. Clover's tears drooled down her cheeks as her once painful expression was now one of pure frustration. Looking into her eyes, one would think she wasn't even seeing anything else as her arms whipped those dangerous vines in order to destroy everything that caused her pain. The once proud work she had done was no riddled to nothing within a few short seconds, but even after the papers and table were annihilated, Clover continued her onslaught. Tearing at the shattered pieces, wanting them to be nothing more than dust in the wind.
When exhaustion hit her though, the vines dropped to her side and slowly withered into death as she dropped to her knees. Trails of blood drooled down Clover's arms from where the thorns intruded into her skin and even her shirt was torn along with her skirt. Yet, she didn't seem to realize any of this as she just stared at the mess she had created. Breathes were not heavy because of her over exerting attack on the completely innocent papers and table. That is when she realized what Alex had said and that he was actually still in the room with her. Slowly her head turned towards him, and she hoped that he had not been harmed during that little outburst. Staring at Alex, she gave a half smile for a split second before a look of self disappointment over came her facial features. She would say she was sorry, but those words felt so empty to her since she didn't really mean them completely. Certainly she felt bad for destroying everything, but she also felt good that she had done it since her compulsions were gone for the most part. Or, they were gone for the moment. Only thing Clover was really worried about now was how Alex would react to what she had done.
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Post by Alex Summers on May 25, 2011 4:01:40 GMT -8
Alex saw the savage beating his desk took, but remained still. Some of that data had taken weeks to find, but it could all be replaced. What he saw though was an emotionally troubled youth who could attack with the fury of nature itself. Clover would be...useful, and not just for her powers. If only he could.....
Alex needed to start building, start making something stable within the brotherhood. And now, before him, stood a perfect teammate. All he needed to do was make Clover realize how valuable she was. By here attitude, no one had shown her that for a long time.
Once the one sided fight was down, Clover, tears down her eyes, looked up at Alex. Alex smiled, kneeled down next to her, and whispered quietly and calmly, "Clover, you did me a favor, and I am true to my word. What do you want?"
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