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Book Cliffs, CO, 39° 40′ N 108º 0′ W Unnamed Military Base
The buzz of the fluorescent lighting over head was something he'd heard for six years, schlepping from base to base, never being allowed outside for longer then it took for him to be "escorted" from transport to base, and then it was once again under the buzz of the damned fluorescent lights. Alexander Quinn had spent six long years being the Government's toybox, and he'd had enough of it now. after finding out that his adoptive parents had died in a car crash and well that they were his adoptive parents had been the push he needed. he was done being used, and so he began to focus and plan.
his "room" was everything a Fifteen year old would want their room to look like. a large flat screen, every possible blu-ray disk a teenager could want to watch on the shelves scattered all over the room. bed, Dresser, and then his Desk, with his own personal desktops(personally modified of course), five monitors, which currently were showing the flowing colors screensaver, but beneath that, his program was running, causing a loop in the entire base's video system, effectively making him invisible. Alexander, pulled a black shirt on over his head, followed by a black hoodie. already in jeans and his heavy weather boots, he grabbed his Gadget Bag, slinging it over his shoulder and feeling a lot better as he moved toward the door to his room.. solid grey metal, it clashed with the bright colors of his room.. or former room. flipping the flap open on his bag, he pulled out his Rubix's cube, or so they called it, but really it was a nonlethal weapon he'd made just for this occasion. fingering the cube in his hand, twirling it, he counted before he found the one flattened cube with no metal piece on it and he pressed it three times.. "Burt" outside, his personal guard was a big guy, he'd need the extra voltage to drop him. each press of the center cube, dislodged a smaller one, that instantly began buzzing with current. with three in hand now, he opened the door and threw them out. the sound of current, the smell of ozone told him they'd activated as they flew through the air, leaving his hand they suddenly began arching current flowing between each block as it flew end over end toward Burt, who turned.. his screams didnt come, he had enough current going through him to keep his muscles tense and tight, making him unable to move. rushing out of the room, closing the door he collected the three he'd just threw off the floor, cutting off the flow as he replaced them back onto the base he held in his other hand. "sorry Burt, but im getting out of here" and he rushed down the hall way.. he'd been right about doing this at night, the base was quiet, most people were asleep.
having to use the Shock Blocks four more times, and each time they'd worked perfectly. making it to the control room. he replaced his rubix back in his bag, before bringing it around in front of him. checking the halls, he flipped the flap up, revealing his Tablet, his system was still running strong, he was invisible still, and they'd see in the cameras in his room that he was laying in bed. his fingers typed over the glass screen of the tablet, before his bag grew warm on the bottom as the printer fired up, he'd have to fix that, heat was a bad thing but the fake id he'd just made shot out the bottom. the picture, name and magnetic strip would read it as one of the many higher officials that came and went, so he scanned into the room with no problem and soon stood in the brain center of the base, the one place he'd not been able to ever even get a glimpse of.. but now. he couldn't help grinning as the electronics sang to him in a way that no one else would ever understand. with no time to let his mind wander he gave him self a pinch to keep focused and he ran toward the main console, and began deactivating the security protocols they had set up, and then he brought the elevator down for him. done in here, he moved to the wall. "hello Servers.. yes im sorry" he said, patting them affectionately, before he let his mind flow into the devices. he didn't have a gizmo for this, and a good thing too, if someone got a hold of it, they could crash any computer system they wanted, cause what he was doing was altering a bit of the machine itself to stop the very much needed fans that kept them nice and cool. done with that, he bolted out of the room, and hit the elevator just as the sound if sizzling and frying hardware came to his ears, but the doors closed and he was heading up. Shock cube back in hand, he hit the center cube til his hand was full, he wasn't taking any chances, he'd tried breaking out before and never got to the elevator before. he stood there, whistling to himself as he waited, a hand full of supercharged little black cubes, waiting for the doors to slide open, and when they did, he stepped out into the garage level, not quite ground floor, but close enough all that stopped him was a guard at the gate.. oh and the twenty soldiers that stood there, cutting him off. Alexander stared at them, as the General, the one man he hated more then anyone else walked forward. "im Impressed Alexander, you've never made it this far, and you'd have made it out of here if you hadn't left the guards laying on the floor" Alexander thought about that for a moment. "im fifteen, i don't know everything" he answered back, twirling the blocks in his hand, working up the charge in them as he did, building their strength.
"i told you Alexander, leaving is not an option for you" the General said. "do you think being an Evo out there in the real world is going to be better on you?. you wont know how to live on your own" Alexander narrowed his eyes. "i'll manage thanks" throwing the handful of Shock Cubes out, sending them scattering into the air, at the same time he ducked back into the elevator, hugging the side as he heard the zapping and the sound of bodies dropping. reaching into his bag, he pulled out his sunglasses and slid them on before he turned and bolted out of the elevator, clicking and holding the center cube down, all the others began jumping on the ground, before they rose up and flew back toward him, reattaching themselves til it was a complete rubix cube once again. "sorry General, im not staying" he grinned down at the unconscious general, stepping over him and around the other soldiers before he found the Generals. he scanned it with his glasses, finding the unlock code easily, the doors unlocked and he slid inside. "oh yea" stroking the steering wheel of the black Sedan, having never driven before in his life unless counting video games, but how hard could it be as he started the car, laughing as he put the car in drive and slammed his foot on the gas, tires peeling out before he shot forward, turning the wheel when the turn came as he spiraled up a level, and there it was.. sunlight, real sunlight.. straight ahead.. he held the gas pedal down as he shot through the guard station, having raised the arm on his own. he was free. hitting the open road, laughing his ass off as he yelled at the top of his lungs. "Freedom!!"
The buzz of the fluorescent lighting over head was something he'd heard for six years, schlepping from base to base, never being allowed outside for longer then it took for him to be "escorted" from transport to base, and then it was once again under the buzz of the damned fluorescent lights. Alexander Quinn had spent six long years being the Government's toybox, and he'd had enough of it now. after finding out that his adoptive parents had died in a car crash and well that they were his adoptive parents had been the push he needed. he was done being used, and so he began to focus and plan.
his "room" was everything a Fifteen year old would want their room to look like. a large flat screen, every possible blu-ray disk a teenager could want to watch on the shelves scattered all over the room. bed, Dresser, and then his Desk, with his own personal desktops(personally modified of course), five monitors, which currently were showing the flowing colors screensaver, but beneath that, his program was running, causing a loop in the entire base's video system, effectively making him invisible. Alexander, pulled a black shirt on over his head, followed by a black hoodie. already in jeans and his heavy weather boots, he grabbed his Gadget Bag, slinging it over his shoulder and feeling a lot better as he moved toward the door to his room.. solid grey metal, it clashed with the bright colors of his room.. or former room. flipping the flap open on his bag, he pulled out his Rubix's cube, or so they called it, but really it was a nonlethal weapon he'd made just for this occasion. fingering the cube in his hand, twirling it, he counted before he found the one flattened cube with no metal piece on it and he pressed it three times.. "Burt" outside, his personal guard was a big guy, he'd need the extra voltage to drop him. each press of the center cube, dislodged a smaller one, that instantly began buzzing with current. with three in hand now, he opened the door and threw them out. the sound of current, the smell of ozone told him they'd activated as they flew through the air, leaving his hand they suddenly began arching current flowing between each block as it flew end over end toward Burt, who turned.. his screams didnt come, he had enough current going through him to keep his muscles tense and tight, making him unable to move. rushing out of the room, closing the door he collected the three he'd just threw off the floor, cutting off the flow as he replaced them back onto the base he held in his other hand. "sorry Burt, but im getting out of here" and he rushed down the hall way.. he'd been right about doing this at night, the base was quiet, most people were asleep.
having to use the Shock Blocks four more times, and each time they'd worked perfectly. making it to the control room. he replaced his rubix back in his bag, before bringing it around in front of him. checking the halls, he flipped the flap up, revealing his Tablet, his system was still running strong, he was invisible still, and they'd see in the cameras in his room that he was laying in bed. his fingers typed over the glass screen of the tablet, before his bag grew warm on the bottom as the printer fired up, he'd have to fix that, heat was a bad thing but the fake id he'd just made shot out the bottom. the picture, name and magnetic strip would read it as one of the many higher officials that came and went, so he scanned into the room with no problem and soon stood in the brain center of the base, the one place he'd not been able to ever even get a glimpse of.. but now. he couldn't help grinning as the electronics sang to him in a way that no one else would ever understand. with no time to let his mind wander he gave him self a pinch to keep focused and he ran toward the main console, and began deactivating the security protocols they had set up, and then he brought the elevator down for him. done in here, he moved to the wall. "hello Servers.. yes im sorry" he said, patting them affectionately, before he let his mind flow into the devices. he didn't have a gizmo for this, and a good thing too, if someone got a hold of it, they could crash any computer system they wanted, cause what he was doing was altering a bit of the machine itself to stop the very much needed fans that kept them nice and cool. done with that, he bolted out of the room, and hit the elevator just as the sound if sizzling and frying hardware came to his ears, but the doors closed and he was heading up. Shock cube back in hand, he hit the center cube til his hand was full, he wasn't taking any chances, he'd tried breaking out before and never got to the elevator before. he stood there, whistling to himself as he waited, a hand full of supercharged little black cubes, waiting for the doors to slide open, and when they did, he stepped out into the garage level, not quite ground floor, but close enough all that stopped him was a guard at the gate.. oh and the twenty soldiers that stood there, cutting him off. Alexander stared at them, as the General, the one man he hated more then anyone else walked forward. "im Impressed Alexander, you've never made it this far, and you'd have made it out of here if you hadn't left the guards laying on the floor" Alexander thought about that for a moment. "im fifteen, i don't know everything" he answered back, twirling the blocks in his hand, working up the charge in them as he did, building their strength.
"i told you Alexander, leaving is not an option for you" the General said. "do you think being an Evo out there in the real world is going to be better on you?. you wont know how to live on your own" Alexander narrowed his eyes. "i'll manage thanks" throwing the handful of Shock Cubes out, sending them scattering into the air, at the same time he ducked back into the elevator, hugging the side as he heard the zapping and the sound of bodies dropping. reaching into his bag, he pulled out his sunglasses and slid them on before he turned and bolted out of the elevator, clicking and holding the center cube down, all the others began jumping on the ground, before they rose up and flew back toward him, reattaching themselves til it was a complete rubix cube once again. "sorry General, im not staying" he grinned down at the unconscious general, stepping over him and around the other soldiers before he found the Generals. he scanned it with his glasses, finding the unlock code easily, the doors unlocked and he slid inside. "oh yea" stroking the steering wheel of the black Sedan, having never driven before in his life unless counting video games, but how hard could it be as he started the car, laughing as he put the car in drive and slammed his foot on the gas, tires peeling out before he shot forward, turning the wheel when the turn came as he spiraled up a level, and there it was.. sunlight, real sunlight.. straight ahead.. he held the gas pedal down as he shot through the guard station, having raised the arm on his own. he was free. hitting the open road, laughing his ass off as he yelled at the top of his lungs. "Freedom!!"
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Quote: "I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code"
Name: Alexander Quinn
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11
Weight: 155
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Sexuality: Straight
Religion: 101001 (<-- Binary Code)
Occupation: Hacker/Runner
Ability: Technology Manipulation
can manipulate technology and technological constructs, computers, robots, hardware and other devices that can be termed as "technology". Manifested as a special form of electrical/telekinetic manipulation, a special form of "morphing" which allows physical interaction with machines, or even a psychic ability that allows mental interface with Technology, though its more Draining when used Directly.
Personality: slightly Anti-Social because of his power, he doesn't really "get" people, so somethings go over his head or he'll say something and put his foot in his mouth. Alex is highly intelligent, but scattered brained. if he's not focused (and sometimes even if he is) his mind wanders to a hundred different ideas and projects.
Background: Alexander was born in a out of the way hospital that didn't ask to many questions for the mother, which would come back to bite them in the ass, cause as soon as she was able, she'd left, leaving baby Alex an Orphan. giving his name by the Doctor that delivered him, Alexander was placed into Foster Care a week after being born.. it didn't take long though for a family to adopt him, the Quinn's. as he grew, the Quinn's took notice that Alexander didn't much care for being around other kids his age, he stood off to the side during the numerous play dates that had been set up for him. as he grew, his interests grew with it, til the age of Eight, when his ability took hold. his parents had come home, only to see their TV, Remotes, Vacuum, etc all taken apart in the middle of the living room, with Alexander sitting in the center, studying a piece of something, the true kicker was when they'd turned their back on him for a minute and turned back around, everything was reassembled again, sitting in its place on the floor where, a minute ago its parts had been. A year later men showed up at the house before Alexander arrived home from school, though when he did, his parents wasn't waiting for him like usual, strangers were. he was told that they were sending him to a special type of camp, where he could learn and build whatever he wanted, and sometimes build things that were asked for, and not understanding at the age of 9 he was pretty much going to be "Milked" by the Government for his Unique Ability.
paraphernalia: because of his Ability and that Direct mental Interface is taxing and draining, he creates devices and gadgets to take the place, so his mind is free to process and work out other things needed, as such he has what every tech geek has, a gadget bag.
Quote: "I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code"
Name: Alexander Quinn
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11
Weight: 155
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Sexuality: Straight
Religion: 101001 (<-- Binary Code)
Occupation: Hacker/Runner
Ability: Technology Manipulation
can manipulate technology and technological constructs, computers, robots, hardware and other devices that can be termed as "technology". Manifested as a special form of electrical/telekinetic manipulation, a special form of "morphing" which allows physical interaction with machines, or even a psychic ability that allows mental interface with Technology, though its more Draining when used Directly.
Personality: slightly Anti-Social because of his power, he doesn't really "get" people, so somethings go over his head or he'll say something and put his foot in his mouth. Alex is highly intelligent, but scattered brained. if he's not focused (and sometimes even if he is) his mind wanders to a hundred different ideas and projects.
Background: Alexander was born in a out of the way hospital that didn't ask to many questions for the mother, which would come back to bite them in the ass, cause as soon as she was able, she'd left, leaving baby Alex an Orphan. giving his name by the Doctor that delivered him, Alexander was placed into Foster Care a week after being born.. it didn't take long though for a family to adopt him, the Quinn's. as he grew, the Quinn's took notice that Alexander didn't much care for being around other kids his age, he stood off to the side during the numerous play dates that had been set up for him. as he grew, his interests grew with it, til the age of Eight, when his ability took hold. his parents had come home, only to see their TV, Remotes, Vacuum, etc all taken apart in the middle of the living room, with Alexander sitting in the center, studying a piece of something, the true kicker was when they'd turned their back on him for a minute and turned back around, everything was reassembled again, sitting in its place on the floor where, a minute ago its parts had been. A year later men showed up at the house before Alexander arrived home from school, though when he did, his parents wasn't waiting for him like usual, strangers were. he was told that they were sending him to a special type of camp, where he could learn and build whatever he wanted, and sometimes build things that were asked for, and not understanding at the age of 9 he was pretty much going to be "Milked" by the Government for his Unique Ability.
paraphernalia: because of his Ability and that Direct mental Interface is taxing and draining, he creates devices and gadgets to take the place, so his mind is free to process and work out other things needed, as such he has what every tech geek has, a gadget bag.
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Drake smirked. "its not a nickname, he just calls me that when he's annoyed with me" informing her, as Ralphie shook his head. "she's Ness's friend, you shouldnt be hitting on her" before smirking. "Kirk was the sucker though, scene stealer every time. he'd been floating in space if it was me" Drake shook his head. "okay, topic change and we are not ladies, and "holding his hand out as they walked. "nice to meet you, Drake Steel" Ralph raised his hand in a half wave. "Ralph Anderson or Ralphie if you want"
Xaven shook his head. "no, i wasnt there, i wanted to be, trust me but Marcus had us on the road long before i came awake enough to know.." he'd stopped talking then. he looked up at her. "you could, trust me on this cause i do, for not being there, for that crappy excuse for a text" he watched her step closer, taking his hand she'd notice he ran a little more warm then before as he let her pull him to the couch, which he sat and sighed, looking down. "means i want to tell you why i couldnt be around you, why it was best i leave but if you saw.."shaking his head, squeezing his free hand into a fist. "you'd truly, for the first time hate me" looking up at her at her question as to why he kept repeating that she should hate him. "because you should and i do.. i know you dont like it, and i know.. im sorry for that as well, its just.. its not easy, Marcus left after a year and we are pretty much learning as we go on this" shaking his head, but her tracing along his life lines was calming.
when she stopped he looked at her as she moved his hand to her waist while she turned around to face him, and hearing her say she kept loving him, he stared into her eyes, nodding his head. "of course i have and do, there's never been anyone else, no one else could come close to you" hearing she wanted to kiss him, his own heart began beating like a drum, pounding away. she might or might not notice a scent around him, Musky, woodsy even. he couldnt help it, he hadnt really thought to train himself in controlling that, as he'd never been turned on before, in five years.. and now, he was and it was flowing freely so to speak. "i dont want to hurt you again" bringing his other hand up, leaving one on her waist he caressed and cupped her cheek, sliding it down her neck. "you cant begin to imagine how i've wanted to touch you again, but im afraid of hurting you"
Xaven shook his head. "no, i wasnt there, i wanted to be, trust me but Marcus had us on the road long before i came awake enough to know.." he'd stopped talking then. he looked up at her. "you could, trust me on this cause i do, for not being there, for that crappy excuse for a text" he watched her step closer, taking his hand she'd notice he ran a little more warm then before as he let her pull him to the couch, which he sat and sighed, looking down. "means i want to tell you why i couldnt be around you, why it was best i leave but if you saw.."shaking his head, squeezing his free hand into a fist. "you'd truly, for the first time hate me" looking up at her at her question as to why he kept repeating that she should hate him. "because you should and i do.. i know you dont like it, and i know.. im sorry for that as well, its just.. its not easy, Marcus left after a year and we are pretty much learning as we go on this" shaking his head, but her tracing along his life lines was calming.
when she stopped he looked at her as she moved his hand to her waist while she turned around to face him, and hearing her say she kept loving him, he stared into her eyes, nodding his head. "of course i have and do, there's never been anyone else, no one else could come close to you" hearing she wanted to kiss him, his own heart began beating like a drum, pounding away. she might or might not notice a scent around him, Musky, woodsy even. he couldnt help it, he hadnt really thought to train himself in controlling that, as he'd never been turned on before, in five years.. and now, he was and it was flowing freely so to speak. "i dont want to hurt you again" bringing his other hand up, leaving one on her waist he caressed and cupped her cheek, sliding it down her neck. "you cant begin to imagine how i've wanted to touch you again, but im afraid of hurting you"
posted my CS, hope its cool and im allowed to join in
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Quote: "I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code"
Name: Alexander Quinn
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11
Weight: 155
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Sexuality: Straight
Religion: 101001 (<-- Binary Code)
Occupation: Hacker/Runner
Ability: Technology Manipulation
can manipulate technology and technological constructs, computers, robots, hardware and other devices that can be termed as "technology". Manifested as a special form of electrical/telekinetic manipulation, a special form of "morphing" which allows physical interaction with machines, or even a psychic ability that allows mental interface with Technology, though its more Draining when used Directly.
Personality: slightly Anti-Social because of his power, he doesn't really "get" people, so somethings go over his head or he'll say something and put his foot in his mouth. Alex is highly intelligent, but scattered brained. if he's not focused (and sometimes even if he is) his mind wanders to a hundred different ideas and projects.
Background: Alexander was born in a out of the way hospital that didn't ask to many questions for the mother, which would come back to bite them in the ass, cause as soon as she was able, she'd left, leaving baby Alex an Orphan. giving his name by the Doctor that delivered him, Alexander was placed into Foster Care a week after being born.. it didn't take long though for a family to adopt him, the Quinn's. as he grew, the Quinn's took notice that Alexander didn't much care for being around other kids his age, he stood off to the side during the numerous play dates that had been set up for him. as he grew, his interests grew with it, til the age of Eight, when his ability took hold. his parents had come home, only to see their TV, Remotes, Vacuum, etc all taken apart in the middle of the living room, with Alexander sitting in the center, studying a piece of something, the true kicker was when they'd turned their back on him for a minute and turned back around, everything was reassembled again, sitting in its place on the floor where, a minute ago its parts had been. A year later men showed up at the house before Alexander arrived home from school, though when he did, his parents wasn't waiting for him like usual, strangers were. he was told that they were sending him to a special type of camp, where he could learn and build whatever he wanted, and sometimes build things that were asked for, and not understanding at the age of 9 he was pretty much going to be "Milked" by the Government for his Unique Ability.
paraphernalia: because of his Ability and that Direct mental Interface is taxing and draining, he creates devices and gadgets to take the place, so his mind is free to process and work out other things needed, as such he has what every tech geek has, a gadget bag.
Quote: "I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code"
Name: Alexander Quinn
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11
Weight: 155
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Sexuality: Straight
Religion: 101001 (<-- Binary Code)
Occupation: Hacker/Runner
Ability: Technology Manipulation
can manipulate technology and technological constructs, computers, robots, hardware and other devices that can be termed as "technology". Manifested as a special form of electrical/telekinetic manipulation, a special form of "morphing" which allows physical interaction with machines, or even a psychic ability that allows mental interface with Technology, though its more Draining when used Directly.
Personality: slightly Anti-Social because of his power, he doesn't really "get" people, so somethings go over his head or he'll say something and put his foot in his mouth. Alex is highly intelligent, but scattered brained. if he's not focused (and sometimes even if he is) his mind wanders to a hundred different ideas and projects.
Background: Alexander was born in a out of the way hospital that didn't ask to many questions for the mother, which would come back to bite them in the ass, cause as soon as she was able, she'd left, leaving baby Alex an Orphan. giving his name by the Doctor that delivered him, Alexander was placed into Foster Care a week after being born.. it didn't take long though for a family to adopt him, the Quinn's. as he grew, the Quinn's took notice that Alexander didn't much care for being around other kids his age, he stood off to the side during the numerous play dates that had been set up for him. as he grew, his interests grew with it, til the age of Eight, when his ability took hold. his parents had come home, only to see their TV, Remotes, Vacuum, etc all taken apart in the middle of the living room, with Alexander sitting in the center, studying a piece of something, the true kicker was when they'd turned their back on him for a minute and turned back around, everything was reassembled again, sitting in its place on the floor where, a minute ago its parts had been. A year later men showed up at the house before Alexander arrived home from school, though when he did, his parents wasn't waiting for him like usual, strangers were. he was told that they were sending him to a special type of camp, where he could learn and build whatever he wanted, and sometimes build things that were asked for, and not understanding at the age of 9 he was pretty much going to be "Milked" by the Government for his Unique Ability.
paraphernalia: because of his Ability and that Direct mental Interface is taxing and draining, he creates devices and gadgets to take the place, so his mind is free to process and work out other things needed, as such he has what every tech geek has, a gadget bag.
Peter's actual ability made him my favorite, but when he lost that and got that one at a time type deal it kinda dropped off.. that might be just me in thinking that..lol if so, no offense meant to anyone that liked that he could only have one at a time.
the coin dude is just creepy, but im thinking he's something like Rene with that whole "penny for your thoughts" thing.
i cant wait to find out if more of the originals make an appearence
the coin dude is just creepy, but im thinking he's something like Rene with that whole "penny for your thoughts" thing.
i cant wait to find out if more of the originals make an appearence
yea im a big fan of the show, and i think of the new one too, i caught the pilot and looks good
@Chulance thinking about it..lol.. wanting to find the right power and all that
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Xaven stood his ground, but this little firecracker was something, this Lesley obviously cared about Vanessa, cared deeply if what he was seeing was anything. hearing about the attack, he swallowed, hearing there was a scar was bad enough, hearing the rest that her lungs never healed, Xaven went pale. "i didn't know" he whispered, only Drake and Ralph able to hear him, and both of them had the respect enough to not look up, as Drake went about picking up his clothes while Ralph vacuumed. Xaven tensed, feeling Lesley poking his chest, he looked at her, his eyes narrowing as he opened his mouth to let her have it back, but Vanessa beat him too it, and it was her friend and her house, so.. he closed his mouth.
Drake held his clothes, Ralph was half done himself when she said to stop, that it didn't suit them. "okay" Drake said, moving to the laundry room and throwing his clothes there, before they nodded. "sure we can do that" Ralph said, glad to be out of the line of fire, though being around Lesley wasn't much better Ralph thought, she was highly opinionated. walking outside, Drake moved up beside Lesley. "so, college friend?" Drake asked, breaking the tension. Ralph rolled his eyes. "geez, keep it in your pants captain Kirk" Drake nickname, cause in the TV show Star Trek, Kirk hit on all the women they encountered. "it was just a question Baby Boy, relax"
Xaven swallowed, now alone with her he shook his head. "no, don't apologize i deserve much more then that, i know it, i accept it" he said. "im sorry for taking the house, i couldn't stay with my parents, they don't even know im here actually" he rubbed his hands together when she said it was weird to see him again. "yea, after that pathetic text or texts i can see how you'd say that, I'd hate me too. Marcus, he wouldn't let me come to the room, i wanted to, believe me" before he turned and stared at her as she talked about his hair, he nodded. "it does look like it did that time, one of the reasons i keep it" as she tucked a string of it back. he ran his hand through his hair, pushing it all back. "Vanessa, i.. i wish i could tell you, if you knew maybe you wouldn't hate me.. then again, with what happened to you, what i did.. i don't blame you if you hated me" he wasn't make any sense now, at least not to her at the moment. he'd held that guilt of hurting her of attacking her for five years, and now it was right back, front and center.
Drake held his clothes, Ralph was half done himself when she said to stop, that it didn't suit them. "okay" Drake said, moving to the laundry room and throwing his clothes there, before they nodded. "sure we can do that" Ralph said, glad to be out of the line of fire, though being around Lesley wasn't much better Ralph thought, she was highly opinionated. walking outside, Drake moved up beside Lesley. "so, college friend?" Drake asked, breaking the tension. Ralph rolled his eyes. "geez, keep it in your pants captain Kirk" Drake nickname, cause in the TV show Star Trek, Kirk hit on all the women they encountered. "it was just a question Baby Boy, relax"
Xaven swallowed, now alone with her he shook his head. "no, don't apologize i deserve much more then that, i know it, i accept it" he said. "im sorry for taking the house, i couldn't stay with my parents, they don't even know im here actually" he rubbed his hands together when she said it was weird to see him again. "yea, after that pathetic text or texts i can see how you'd say that, I'd hate me too. Marcus, he wouldn't let me come to the room, i wanted to, believe me" before he turned and stared at her as she talked about his hair, he nodded. "it does look like it did that time, one of the reasons i keep it" as she tucked a string of it back. he ran his hand through his hair, pushing it all back. "Vanessa, i.. i wish i could tell you, if you knew maybe you wouldn't hate me.. then again, with what happened to you, what i did.. i don't blame you if you hated me" he wasn't make any sense now, at least not to her at the moment. he'd held that guilt of hurting her of attacking her for five years, and now it was right back, front and center.
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