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Post by Chassy Trouble on May 11, 2011 10:41:36 GMT -8
The mall was crowded but she was making her way through it anyways. Why? It was all in the name of art and art needs. Art supplies weren't exactly life or death things for most people. Actually, she didn't know anyone who it was that important to. But, Chastity Trouble was pretty serious about it herself. So, when her supplied began to get a bit lower than she was comfortable with, of course she decided to go for a supply run...
The last time she had raided from the mansion, she had to replace them anyways so why not get out and do it herself? Well, because of this stupid crowd, that's why. Of course, she had no idea that there were multiple sales going on to promote the mall or she would have picked another day. Still, she was in a bit of a crisis... her wardrobe was getting a little low.
What? She had the power to get the latest styles out of the magazines, so she took a little advantage of it! It wasn't like she kept the outfits for long, seeing how as soon as they got torn or thrown into the wash, they went right back to being paper again. She'd make her own art supplies too, but due to the whole turning back into paper thing, she avoided it. It got pretty annoying when you lost a pencil every time the lead broke or too much of the eraser was rubbed away or something.
Still, the sheer amount of people here was a bit much for her paranoid self. It wasn't that she had a thing against crowds, it was more of the fact that one in three people wore some pattern or logo or something on their clothes. That one in one of those on in three people happened to wear something that was absolutely psychotic and would cause a huge mess if brought to life.
Come to find out, it wasn't clothing patterns and logos she had to worry about. Chassy found this out the hard way as a skateboarder who really shouldn't have been rolling down the walkways, pushed her against a wall on his way by while trying to outrun.... well out roll.. the mall security.
Her heart thudded a little harder in her chest and she felt it begin to race.
"Aw crap..."
She didn't need to look to know her powers had gone into effect. She shoved herself off of the wall and turned to see...
"Oh you've GOT to be KIDDING me!"
An ALIENS poster. AN ALIENS POSTER! Well, it wasn't going to stay a poster for long as the creature in the image began to move. Yes, move. As in, it would be making it's escape soon. There came a scream from nearby as it seemed she wasn't the only one who noticed it, and she screamed too, to fit in. No one could know she did this after-all. As the Alien began to claw its way out, Chastity Trouble screamed again and quickly backed away further than she was, trying to get the crowd to get the idea to run the hell away! |
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Post by Jamie Madrox on May 11, 2011 17:01:05 GMT -8
It wasn't his birthday, but Madrox felt like treating himself anyway. He had the money for it, so he'd bought himself one of those new tablet things. When you were someone who lived to absorb information, having internet access was a godsend. That way he could learn a new language (he was hoping to learn Portuguese this time), while catching up on the Stargate episodes he'd missed out on.
He was heading toward the food court (to bring something back for the others, as they would no doubt bitch and complain if he didn't) when he heard a scream. Then another scream. Then another. Sighing, he wondered if it was just a Gucci sale with 75% off or something. Then another scream came, one that was more terror than "oh my fucking god they have it in my size!". Madrox wasted no more time, quickening his pace as he headed in the direction of the disturbance.
What he found when he arrived was... Well, it was unlike anything he'd ever seen before. Except in his nightmares. The alien. From Alien. It was almost done clawing its way out of a poster, and thrashing its tail at a young woman. This couldn't be real. This couldn't be real.
Yet it was. He'd heard about mutants whose dreams could come to life, or those that could make you see hallucinations. Whatever this was, he had to take it seriously.
Madrox concentrated, and two duplicates emerged from his body. Without even looking at them, Madrox spoke.
"You know the drill. Guns, lots of guns. Go... Go now." He said, before heading over to the one person who seemed to be smack bang in the middle of this.
Arriving beside the young woman, he looked at her, then looked at the creature. Then did the same again.
"Let me guess, you took fido out for a walk and then this thing ATE HIM."
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Post by Chassy Trouble on May 11, 2011 17:35:40 GMT -8
Everyone was running away from the Alien that was clawing and crawling and squirming it's way out. Well, everyone except this one crazy guy who actually ran towards the unfolding chaos.
"Let me guess, you took fido out for a walk and then this thing ATE HIM."
The blond teen that he had said that to, widened her eyes and gave a few sounds of panic before looking over at the now fully formed Alien then running like a smart person. Chassy, on the other hand, tried to rummage through the magazine clippings she had in a zip lock. Being really, REALLY careful not to bring the wrong thing into reality. Currently, she was looking for a rocket launcher.... or something. She had one, right? She was pretty sure she had one..... right? RIGHT!?
Her heart was racing a million miles an hour.
"No dog eating, though it looks like it's about to try to eat US in a minute!" She called out now that they were the only one in the immediate area.
A very unlady-like word blurted out from her the next moment as the creature seemed to get the idea that it was now fuly free. |
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Post by Jamie Madrox on May 11, 2011 18:35:52 GMT -8
Well, that was embarrassing. As the young woman he';d spoken to ran off, Madrox wondered if he was losing his edge. He used to be able to size up a crowd accurately, though it did usually help when he was the actual crowd half of the time. After the girl had run off, Madrox's eyes skimmed the throng of people running away, and he soon realised that he and only one other person were sticking around. This time, maybe he'd get it right.
"No dog eating, though it looks like it's about to try to eat US in a minute!"
"You think?" He answered, looking around for something, anything that could be used as a weapon.
Eventually spotting a short, metal flagpole, he guessed that it was the best option, and grabbed it. Replicating himself so that there would be four copies, Madrox approached her, while the four men tried to corner the beast, all of them knowing just how dangerous this thing could be.
Truth was, they were scared. They just didn't show it.
"So what happened? Is this your doing?" The "prime" Madrox said, stopping beside her.
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Post by Chassy Trouble on May 11, 2011 19:19:22 GMT -8
"You think?"
Well, the fact he wasn't finally starting to freak out over the horror movie character she had never seen the movie for, gave her a huge hint that he was a fellow mutant. The even more impressive fact that he split into four people gave her a full blown clue of what he was. It practically screamed "WHY YES I AM A MUTANT!".
But what was the deal with him? Newbie to Xavier's that she hadn't gotten a chance to meet yet? Maybe just a guy from the streets that hadn't been introduced to the institute? She didn't know. What she did know was that she had to pay attention to her rummaging before something bad happened. Well, before something worse happened.
"So what happened? Is this your doing?"
"Accidents happen, they chew off people's faces, get killed, then get covered up." She commented, her embarrassment causing her to be a bit dark about the topic.
"You ever see the movie so I know what we need to kill this thing?" |
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Post by Jamie Madrox on May 11, 2011 19:37:34 GMT -8
"Accidents happen, they chew off people's faces, get killed, then get covered up."
Oh, how nice. He guessed from her somewhat cryptic answer that yes, it had been her that had caused this, but she didn't seem to have done it on purpose. That was good, because he really didn't need her unleashing godzilla or Freddy Kreuger any time soon. Madrox kept an eye on the four dupes that surrounded the creature, its tail thrashing about. Thankfully they all knew to keep away from the tail, as it was one of the alien's most potent weapons.
"You ever see the movie so I know what we need to kill this thing?"
"Guns. Killing it's not the hard part. It's not getting killed that's the hard part. These things are fast, strong, and they have acid for blood. At least there's only one of them, and we're not in some dimly lit space-station corridor."
Madrox looked around.
"Now where are the dupes I sent to get that ordnance?" He asked rhetorically.
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Post by Chassy Trouble on May 11, 2011 21:10:21 GMT -8
"Guns. Killing it's not the hard part. It's not getting killed that's the hard part. These things are fast, strong, and they have acid for blood. At least there's only one of them, and we're not in some dimly lit space-station corridor."
"Acid blood? Yeesh! Really?" She asked, not really expecting an answer.
Seriously, the thing looked deadly enough with it's spikes and teeth and mouth inside of the mouth thing going on but acid blood???
"Now where are the dupes I sent to get that ordnance?"
"You keep keeping him busy while he's still disoriented and I'll work on getting us those guns." Chassy said in a much calmer tone than how she was feeling.
Yeah, because right now she was flipping the hell out on the inside and hoping to everyone she could think of to hope to, that Professor or Summers didn't catch wind of this. It was the last thing she needed. Oh she was going to get hell over this if anyone found out. She bit her lower lip as she pulled out a few choice clippings and looked at them as she squatted on the floor, laying them out to choose between.
"Alright, I got it!" She called out as she slapped her hand down on one of the clippings.
In the matter of three or four seconds, a gernede launcher was formed and she was hefting it up with the best of her abilities. The thing was HEAVY!
"Scatter!" She shouted a moment before pulling the trigger.
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Post by Jamie Madrox on May 11, 2011 21:32:58 GMT -8
"Acid blood? Yeesh! Really?"
He had actually been about to answer when he saw that she was just telling herself more than actually asking him. Had she not seen ANY of the movies? They were classics. Kids these days; they couldn't appreciate really good cinema.
"You keep keeping him busy while he's still disoriented and I'll work on getting us those guns."
He guessed immediately that she was probably going to get a hold of some guns the same way that monster had been unleashed. He shrugged while his duplicates tried to corner the thing but it wasn't easy for them, each one of them knowing just how fucked up terrifying that thing could be.
"Alright, I got it!"
Madrox turned his head to look at her, seeing that she know had a grenade launcher in her hands. Stupid girl...
"Scatter!"
The duplicates did so while Madrox attempted to stop her, but it was too late. The gun went off, and the alien was destroyed, it's last shriek almost deafening in it's own way, and very familiar. Madrox had tried to dive out of the way, but it was only so effective, and there was a howl of pain from him as he landed, the back of his jacket burning as it was sprayed with acid, burning down to his skin.
He couldn't move, and he couldn't even speak due to the pain. Thankfully, his duplicates were healthy enough to get to him, and as they recombined with him, his injuries were slowly dealt with. Seconds felt like minutes. Hours even. When the last duplicate finally combined, and Madrox could finally take a breath without screaming, he managed to roll over on to his back, taking deep breaths.
No matter how much he'd thought about it, it was much worse in real life...
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Post by Chassy Trouble on May 11, 2011 21:47:36 GMT -8
It didn't go the way she had thought it would. Oh no. It wasn't like in the movies when the target was hit with a grenade launcher and just blew up into flames then ended up as a blackened spot on the ground and walls. It wasn't like in the videogames at the arcades either. Nope, not at all. As she pulled herself out of the now collapsed pyramid of toy cars, her eyes widened and rounded in horror as she saw that the creature had gotten EVERYWHERE.
"OHMYGOD!!! Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod.... ohmygodohmygodohmygod..... ohmygodohmygodohmygod!!!"
It was like something in her brain broke as she realized what just happened. The screams that came from the guy wasn't helping to calm her down either and her hands both clutched at her chest. Her heart had already been acting up due to the combination of the Alien being released and her making the grenade launcher... which at the moment had reduced back to paper with how crappily made the model had been.... But now the panic of her possibly having really messed over or killed someone....
Chassy quickly pulled out her ziplock of first aid stuff but by the time she had created hald a hospital's worth of stuff, he wasn't screaming anymore. That didn't stop her from grabbing what she could and running over to him.
"I've got... I've got some things that might... That might...."
She was breathless, and her left shoulder hurt. Hurt almost as bad as her chest was hurting. The stuff dropped to the floor and she clutched onto her chest again before falling onto her knees and gasping some in pain.
"Oh please don't be dead..." She said breathlessly. |
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Post by Jamie Madrox on May 11, 2011 22:02:52 GMT -8
He was still in shock. It happened sometimes when a bad injury was repaired by his duplicates recombining. His body was still in shock. Too much shock. There was still phantom pain all along his spine and across his shoulders from the acid. He gulped, swallowing hard, trying to handle it, both grateful for being alive and wishing he was dead. That... Stupid, stupid girl.
He eventually managed to come back to the world a little, and he could hear her nearby. She had moved closer to him, and although he wanted to tell her to get the hell away from him, he couldn't speak right now. The shock seemed to have retarded his vocal chords for the moment. Shit.
"I've got... I've got some things that might... That might...."
He barely noticed her drop to her knees, still trying to get over the shock of surviving what had happened.
"Oh please don't be dead..."
"I'm not dead, now will you please fuck off, before you finish me off? I'm not in the mood to get killed today, thank you very much." He said, finally managing to get something out.
He could hear sirens, and the paramedics...
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Post by Chassy Trouble on May 12, 2011 22:03:14 GMT -8
"I'm not dead, now will you please fuck off, before you finish me off? I'm not in the mood to get killed today, thank you very much."
He wasn't dead... He wasn't dead... He seemed pretty pissed off, but pissed off was better than bumped off. Definitely better.... Her on the other hand, she felt like she was about to be dead in a minute or so if she didn't get her medicine in her.
Panting and gasping in pain, she reached into one of her pockets. The pocket on the inside of her lightweight summer jacket. That pocket was the only one she kept her bottle of pills in and nothing else was placed in it.... But it was also currently empty.
This wasn't good..... This wasn't good at all. Her head turned and she looked towards the boxes that were scattered around. The same spot she had crashed into from the recoil of the grenade launcher...
Still clutching at her chest with one hand and beginning to turn pale in the face, she half stumbled half scrambled to the boxes and began to desperately search for her pill bottle. She was trying not to get panicked as the pain kept increasing but it was getting hard to even see straight. |
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Post by Jamie Madrox on May 12, 2011 23:02:25 GMT -8
The girl scrambled away from him, seeming like she was looking for something in what used to be a large stack of boxes. She was frantic, so it must have been something important. Great; she almost kills him, and now SHE needs HIS help. Was it any wonder he'd turned to a life of crime? Managing to sit up, Jamie rolled on to all fours, taking deep breaths as he willed his muscles to work. He had to get up, at least before the police arrived.
Finally making it to his feet, he looked around, seeing no trace of the acid bomb that she had set off. Well, at least she could clean up her own messes; that was something he could give her credit for. Except for the part where she'd almost KILLED him. Yeah, that wasn't going to endear her to him at all. Stopping beside her, he straightened his jacket, his fingers and toes finally getting some decent sensation back.
"What're you looking for?" He asked, noting her obvious distress.
She hadn't accidentally let a facehugger out, had she? He wasn't getting face raped by no vagina spider, that was for sure.
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Post by Chassy Trouble on May 12, 2011 23:44:19 GMT -8
"What're you looking for?"
She barely heard those words past the thundering of her own pulse in her ears. The room was trying to spin and she was getting the shakes so bad that she was having trouble moving the boxes out of the way in her search.
".... medicine...." Chassy whispered out weakly.
".... heart attack...." She gasped out.
It had gotten to a critical point though. To where she couldn't help but to double over, holding onto her chest with one hand and her left shoulder with her other. She knew she should have slipped herself some alcohol today before she left the mansion. It had been months since she got busted for it. But that was probably because it was for medicinal purposes even if she was a minor. Alcohol thinned the blood and all that. It was easier to get than the medicine, that was for sure. More magazines with booze ads than prescription drugs advertisements in them. |
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Post by Jamie Madrox on May 13, 2011 0:19:44 GMT -8
".... medicine...."
Aww hell. She was sick? And not just in the "I'll blow up a creature made of acid with a grenade launcher" sick? No, he wasn't going to let it go any time soon. What would she do next, hit a cockroach with a nuke? He knew that he was being unfair to her, that he was really just venting, but he also knew that someone was going to have to teach this young lady the meaning of the words "restraint" and "overkill".
".... heart attack...."
He was about to tell her that he could help her when she doubled over, the pain apparently too much to bear. Heart attacks were like that. Thankfully, Madrox, for all his evil deeds, couldn't bear to see someone that had only tried to do good, in so much pain. Clicking his fingers, he duplicated until there was ten of him, and the Madrox clan began to search through the pile.
It wasn't long before they were successful, and after tossing the bottle of pills to the first Madrox, they all recombined. Lifting her up so that she would be sitting up, Madrox gave her two pills, a nearby bottle of water being grabbed to help her swallow them down.
"Come on... Come on, be all right." He said while he waited to see if they would take effect.
((Was given permission for modding))
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Post by Chassy Trouble on May 13, 2011 0:31:03 GMT -8
She hated getting like this. She really, really hated it. Not only because it made her totally defenseless and threatened to kill her, but because it was embarrassing. It showed just how fragile she really was. She was from a kind of life that shouldn't have molded her into a delicate flower. But here she was gasping, panting, and losing grasp of consciousness as she sank fully to the floor.
Chastity was barely aware of being lifted up. And she was only partly awake as the pills were dropped down her throat followed by some water.
"Come on... Come on, be all right."
If only it worked that quickly. It wasn't that simple. The medicine wasn't an instant cure no matter how potent it was. It needed almost a full minute to kick in, and that was only because she had an empty stomach right then. She went from clutching at her chest and arm, to going almost completely limp. Her eyes fluttered open and shut a couple of times before finally just closing completely and if it wasn't for her shallow breathing, it would have been easy to mistake her for dead. |
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