HeartString
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Tracy Goddard
Trust me, I know what hurts you, I know what you're feeling
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Post by HeartString on Jan 2, 2010 17:44:27 GMT -5
"I'm actually having a wonderful time here. I know you guys probably nearly choked on your own tongues when Mason told you where we wanted to go, well, where I wanted to go." Tracy blushed a little at the admission of guilt over choosing such a high end establishment. It might have been her upbringing, middle class... parents over reaching their income, struggling to attain loftier heights. It might have been why her folks kept her in Gymnastics as long as they did, hopeful as she alway felt them to be- felt it even before her mutant gift surfaced to ruin their dreams and her own aspirations.
She had so admired the rich and famous for many things over the years, and as she grew she realized after all of her travels and the contacts she had made, that the rich and famous were usually not ones to be admired...but, she could still enjoy the fantasy of it all. "When Mason asked me where I wanted to spend the evening I said here, I know it's not exactly everybody's cup of tea.. you guys know I can tell how much you like it here." She looked over the rim of her glass at everyone as they sat looking quite happy on the outside, and possibly so for the food and atmosphere were nice, and yet...
"Sure the company is wonderful but I'm sensing that the reality of this place is somewhat less than comfortable for most of us. The fantasy of living like the rich and elite is one thing but, well.." Now that she had them thinking about how they felt, raising a subject usually had that effect, she let her power tell her what there was to know about the emotions of the people close by and she had her suspicions confirmed. "In fact I'm almost sorry I chose here. Almost. Because although the food and wine are divine and the dance floor is incredible, I feel... I can feel... "
Her mind drifted for a moment as her power to sense emotions let her in on a startling bit of drama. Turning her head slightly to the source of the emotions, a madness of a sort, she could only really equate it to the way Brock felt about Aideen- and yet it was beyond that point. It felt infected, a festering of lust and rage built upon fear and elation and... revenge. "Uh guys, I'm sensing something weird."
She looked around the table at them, knowing somehow that the focal point of the emotions she was sensing was seated among them. "It's like, uh, a dangerous mix of emotion. From that guy, seated over there. He looks like he knows..." she let the creeping sickness of it seep into her to better tell who it was that was the source of this twisted array of emotion "..you." She said it turning slowly to look right at Ingrid, and raising an eyebrow as she closed her eyes to better lock in on what she was sensing. "It feels like he knows you, in a way that, well that I can only describe as -if you can forgive me Aideen- Brock on overload. Too much anxiety..." she opened her eyes then "Ingrid? Do you know him? Do you know that man?"
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Jan 3, 2010 0:20:10 GMT -5
"Sense things? What the hell?" Lai said giving Tracy a weird look. "Um like a sixth sense kinda thing? Oh god please don't tell me you're one of those 'mediums' that senses spirits." Lai did a whole thesis arguing that mediums were a complete crock and explained their techniques as nothing more than cold reading and sensitivity to electrical impulses. Her pretty whiskey colored eyes looked back at Mike, a look on her face that clearly said 'Is she for real?' "And who's Brock? His name sounds familiar," she added, peering curiously at Aideen as to why she woul
Meanwhile, Ingrid, who was well informed of Tracy's ability thanks to Dylan, paled visibly. This would not be her first time dealing with a stalker, but things had gotten better since she lived in a high security apartment with Dylan. In her old apartment, it was a different story. She once had a stalker that sent her all these sick lewd pictures of her face on a nude body, in a compromising position with the stalker. He had edited them together and sent her one everyday with the promise of fulfilling them. Ingrid brought them right to the police, and they caught him quickly.
Another had left a dead cat in front of her door with a note that he sacrificed this cat for her love, and that same stalker sent her in a package several dead parakeets with the same note. Dylan actually had to step in then and call in favors from his work to catch this guy. Her fan letters were all reviewed carefully, and some of the more questionable ones were given to the police. The last attack she had from a stalker was the final straw that made her hire bodyguards when she went out alone, and that was an attempted kidnapping. If it wasn't for the mace she had on her keys, who knows what would have happened to her. When she moved in with Dylan, everything got better and her agent handled any serious threats.
Lately though, her agent warned her that candid shots of her around the town done by the same person had been popping up on a website, declaring their love to the Swedish model. Since then, Dylan rarely left her side and she was never alone without a bodyguard. They had been very discreet leaving their apartment tonight, and now that Tracy said that there was something wrong, Ingrid found herself very frightened. She reached over the table for a roll, taking the time to take a quick glance at the man several tables over. "No... I do not know him... My agent warned me though that someone is taking candid photos of myself wherever I go, and to be careful. What does that mean 'Brock on overload?' Is that a bad thing?" Ingrid looked between Aideen and Tracy with wide purple eyes, looking honestly frightened and worried, but tried to keep her posture calm to act as normal as possible.
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Post by Wolverine on Jan 3, 2010 2:33:08 GMT -5
"Great, kiddo." Logan looked at Tracy with a harsh unforgiving look. "I was almost at that point of not remembering that guy an ya go an bring up his name." He shook his head and looked over at Lai taking in her expression and wondering what, if anything, that oaf Mike Rexroad had told her about himself and his friends.
"Brock, young lady, is the pimple on my ass that refuses to pop." He reached over and grabbed his cigar. Holding it between two fingers he pointed at the pretty little Wakandan as he spoke, using the cigar to emphasize his point. "That dirtbag is a good chunk of the reason we took this little vacation. He's got a thing for my girl, and he don't know the meaning of the word 'no'. I'da killed him already but he's still a student and I don't think that'd do wonders for enrollment, so I only threw him outta the window. Plus we'd been tryin ta keep our relationship undercover and -WHY THE HELL am I talkin about all this."
He threw a hand up in the air and stuffed the cigar into his jib. His eyes darted over to Ingrid as he reached into his jacket to collect up his box of wooden matches. "If she says that guy is like Brock on overload, then yea! That's a BAD thing toots." His hand fishing around finally found what it was searching for. "When Tracy says she's got a feeling ya trust it. Hell, I trust it, and I don't trust mucha anything." He shook the matchbox slightly before he slid it open, considering what the club-footed baboon had said, or hadn't said.
One eye'd is right, that guy has no depth perception. Askin ta dance with my Angel Eyes and his lady givin him so much rope ta hang himself with. She's alright though, she's got moxy, I'll give her that... but I'll bet he hasn't told her squat about us all bein mutants. Blind in both eyes is more like it, he's got no vision... no perception... can't see how much that lady o'his is into him. Right about then was when it hit him. Subtle, but it was there and he held from striking his match to get a better grasp of the scent.
*Sniff*-----*SNIFFF*-- Logan, you old fool, you took a night off and went all soft. Now who's the one with no perception? "Semtex... I'm smellin Semtex." He said gruffly under his breath but in a whisper just loud enough that the whole of the table would be able to hear him. "Can't tell how much exactly, that crap's notorious for bein hard to detect, but it smells like five pounds at least. Scent's comin from yer mystery date over there." He nudged his head ever so slightly in the direction of the stalker.
"Dylan what's the yeild on.. lets say five pounds of Semtex, and there's no detection taggent added in this- that's why I couldn't smell it- so, it's gonna be a bit more bang for yer buck. Whatta ya say we test that brain of yours under some real world conditions Bub?" He looked at the rest of them as Dylan went into his calculations. "O.K. We gotta take care of this and tact's never been my strong suit. Ember, you and Cortex get the ladies outta here. Ironclad and HeartString you two have crowd control and Network... yer with me. We get to take care of that bom- uh, 'device'. Cortex? Ya got them numbers for me?"
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Post by Cortex on Jan 3, 2010 3:36:37 GMT -5
"Actually Logan, that would probably not be the best idea," Dylan said in a completely calm voice, ignoring the confused protests coming from Lai at this point. It was Mike's fault that he didn't tell her and they didn't have time now to explain everything. When it came to Ingrid, Dylan never messed around and took things very seriously. "Brock is a unique and extremely dangerous sociopath, and from what I remember took joy in playing games with conquests." He looked over at Aideen with sympathy. "I can only imagine what it must be like dealing with him. Nonetheless, when it comes to most obsessive stalkers, they are blinded by the object of their desire too much to be rational, but are far from stupid. If he sees us clear Ingrid out, he will act fast. Listen to me all of you." Dylan looked at all of them through his glasses with a grave look on his face.
"It is imperative that none of us act or do anything other than normal at the moment. It may trigger him to act. Just pretend that everything is fine and you didn't notice anything. If he is the obsessive stalker that took all those pictures, and Tracy from what you say it most likely is," he said placing a hand over Ingrid's to reassure her. His brain did quick calculations on the Semtex as he took a sip of his wine and began rambling in a calm voice to calm the others down a little. "Semtex is a favored explosive chemical for terrorists because it is near impossible to detect, and despite your extremely heightened sense of smell Logan, you are very lucky to have caught it. It took an estimate of 45lbs of Semtex to blow up the Saudi military building in Riyadh, and some of the most horrifying terrorist acts initiated by the IRA involved Semtex. With five pounds, this whole floor can explode into nothing. Its very sensitive material as well."
The look on his face was one of full concentration, his incredible mind piecing together a plan to try and make something that could work with minimal effect. "Alright, we're going to finish this course, and then Tracy, you get up with Ingrid and make it look like you are going to the bathroom. He will most likely get up and follow you. The second his back his turned, I'll take his sight away, and he will panic more likely than not and it would be a time to act very quickly. Mike that would mean you can't miss a beat here." He picked up Ingrid's hand and squeezed it tight, looking into her pretty amethyst eyes. "I promise I won't let you get hurt. Never again, okay? If worse comes to worse, I want you to run to the staircase and get out of the building." He brought the petite hand to his lips and kissed the satin soft skin on her knuckles.
The moment broke when he looked back at the others. "I can only estimate what he will do so far, so the rest we have to improvise to best deal with the situation. Right now, calmly finish the course and do not look at him. Pretend we are just having a pleasant conversation," Dylan said smiling as easily as he could and taking a sip of his wine and looking at the others. "So Logan, you really threw Brock out the window?" He asked trying to keep the conversation light, the whole time at the corner of his eye looking at the man staring at their table as he ate his meal.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Jan 3, 2010 4:09:50 GMT -5
"Whoa, whoa hold up what the hell is going on here? How are you gonna block his sight and how the hell can you smell something thats has no scent that humans can detect? And who the hell is Cortex and Ember and Ironhide or whatever?" Lai looked at all of them like they had three heads, not knowing what the hell to think. With the combination of them all acting so weird all of a sudden and them telling her that there was a guy with a deadly explosive on him, she was more than a little freaked out.
"What the hell is up with all of you? And how can- you threw somebody out of a window because he was hitting on your girl? And you're upset that you couldn't kill him? What kind of crazy are you people?" She didn't raise her voice, but she was certainly upset, not knowing what the hell was going on. Lai looked at Mike like they were all out of their minds, and the fact that he was calm about it bugged her too. "Somebody explain to me right now, cause I'm ready to dial 9-1-1 on your asses." She looked like she was ready to bolt at any minute, freaked out by everything she just heard.
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Ironclad
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Mason Rictus
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Post by Ironclad on Jan 3, 2010 4:38:33 GMT -5
Mike you god damn dipshit. "Look girly calm down, you heard what Dylan said, we gotta act calm," Mason said with a slight glare at her when he saw the uneasy look on Ingrid's face. He glanced at Mike to see a look of exasperation mixed with heartbreak on his face. It didn't surprise him that something like this would slip Mike's mind, but he thought that they were together long enough for her to know. With a sigh, Mason nodded to Mike to let him know he got this for now, but he had no doubt that Mike would be feeling the burn of this later. "Alright Lai, listen good right now, I'll tell you what's up, but you gotta promise that you won't flip alright?" He waited until he saw her nod suspiciously before saying anything else.
"All of us here, save for Ingrid are mutants," Mason said in a low voice, watching the look on her face carefully. "We all went to a mutant school here together, and those names are our mutant names. Don't freak out, now is not a good time. Trace here, shes an empath, and Dylan controls the five senses on people. Stay calm." His voice was low and he made sure to pause to give her a minute to digest, but not enough time to make a scene. "Put you're phone away, you don't wanna call anyone or make a scene now. I don't give a damn what your feelings on mutants are, but right now ain't the time. You don't got any choice but to trust us on this when we tell you that there is a guy with high grade explosives that's likely to flip at any minute. Take a deep breath okay," he instructed in the same grave voice eying the phone in her hand and carefully watching her body posture. "I mean it girly, don't freak out right now, save it for later. I'm gonna keep talking now, and you gotta keep a cool head."
Mason leaned back and exchanged a look with Mike before looking at Dylan. "Yeah man Logan did throw Brock out the window, but shit man I'll even say he deserved more, he survived the throw anyways," he glanced at Lai as he said the last part, noticing that just about everyone was finished with their course and the waiters were on their way over with hot towels for them to wipe their hands. He exchanged a glance with all of them, bracing himself for the next moves. He didn't know what would happen, but he trusted Dylan to know what to do, and he trusted everyone else to keep a cool head, though Lai's behavior was a factor. "Even though I had like a teacup portion of this stuff, it wasn't half bad, I hope the main course is bigger." His voice was calm as he took a stab to lessen the tense atmosphere at the table, his hand moving under the table to Tracy's knee, squeezing it lightly.
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Post by Network on Jan 3, 2010 5:22:52 GMT -5
Mike shrugged a slight shrug at Mason's handling of his woman's freak-out, but Mike knew better. She had the poise of of a gazelle and the swagger of a prizefighter, she was after all his kinda girl. He scratched his chin and wiped his hand across his mouth and then rubbed his eyes finally pinching the bridge of his nose for a second before he spoke.
Clearing his throat softly he said "Yeah, I kept meanin to tell you that but when I would see you, you know how the way the light plays in your eyes and all. Baby I would just loose myself in them and I guess I just kept forgettin. No big deal baby, right?" His smile grew wider and the flash of his eye was evident in the flicker of the candlelight. He was a charming devil, but a forgetful one at that. "So, yeah... anyway-" He grabbed his drink as the waiters moved off.
He winked at her and turned back to the conversation at hand. "What'd he do? Don't tell me he saved himself by raising the ground up to make the fall basically nothing, yea? Am I right? You knew he'd do that didn'tcha?" At the tilt of Logan's head in acknowledgement of Network's correct guess he burst out with a "HA! That's why you did it, just makin a point. Ahh, good times. You guys remember all the fun things you do at that school. The real world is nothing like the academy."
He sipped his drink and a thought took perch in the front of his mind. "Oh hey I just remembered," he looked at Lai and grinned "I do that sometimes." He reached out his hand to place it next to hers and let his calm good ole boy demeanor flow. Turning his hand palm up, for her to place her hand in his, he swayed every so gently in his chair as he raised an eyebrow at her. Looking back at Aideen he asked "We were all wondering really.. what is it that you teach?"
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Post by Ember on Jan 3, 2010 17:17:37 GMT -5
The sound of Mason and possibly Tracy as well choking on their drink really didn't help matters at the moment as Aideen looked at Mike with a sardonic glare. She had been less than thrilled the past couple of minutes, from Tracy reminding her of Rumble and her pointing out that there was an extreme version of him nearby with a focus on the starlet to Logan getting visibly worked up after his mellow and relaxed mood disappeared completely. Now to top it off she had to deal with this crap, Larry, Moe and Curly's descendant deciding to dig his nose deeper into her life after apparently thinking that she was a harem entertainer and danced with all who asked.
"I teach idiot boys and sorry excuse for human beings to mind their own business. It's a pity you never had an opportunity to take the class, I think you would have benefited," she retorted in a soft voice, taking a neat sip of her wine as she too watched the stalker in question at the corner of her eyes. Aideen could empathize with Ingrid on something like this, being very well of what it felt like to have someone obsess over her and keep reminding her of it. It was something she truly would never wish upon anyone and though she never complained, never uttered a plea of help to anyone, she was in tune enough with herself to know the effect that being the object of an escalating dangerous obsession had on her.
Despite the sympathy for the starlet, Aideen was less than thrilled with Mike at the moment. He kept his girlfriend in the dark about his origin and the rest of theirs, and now in a dangerous situation she became a liability. The whole time Mason was talking to Lai earlier, Aideen kept an eye on the phone in her hand, full prepared to melt it if necessary. She shot one more glare at Mike and looked down to take the napkin off her lap and fold it neatly before daintily taking one of the hot towels the waiter brought by. "If he was twice as smart, he'd still be stupid," she said in a low soft voice under her breath as she wiped her hands with the pleasantly warm towel.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Jan 3, 2010 18:43:59 GMT -5
Lai's mind was reeling at the moment, and she didn't know whether she wanted to scream or cry. It wasn't that she had anything against mutants, Lord knows that she could empathize on how badly they got discriminated against, it was that Mike kept such a big secret from her. It made sense though, everything was making more and more sense and all the things she had been wondering about since she met these people were making sense. It explained how Tracy seemed to instinctively know how to approach someone and talk to them, and why Dylan was always the one to test taste the wine and food whenever they went out.
She now got well just everything, and at that moment Lai felt truly stupid. Ingrid obviously knew about them, which didn't surprise her seeing as Dylan wouldn't forget something like that. It was also that moment that Lai began questioning what the hell she was doing with Mike. He didn't trust her or even care enough about her to tell her anything about his life, and it was alright before, she never pushed him or put demands on him to open up. Now realization seeped into her that she actually may have bitten off more than she could chew with him, and finally realized what a one sided relationship this crazy thing they had was. Sure the sex was amazing and they had their fun times, but everything else was on her. She's the one who remembered his birthday without any reminders, and he forgot her own after she reminded him a week ahead. Everything that was needed to make any relationship work was all on her shoulders, and the hurt being kept in the dark on who he was seeped in hard and fast, mixing with the anger already in her.
Mason's words had her close her phone and put it away, her hand shaking slightly in fury. Lai couldn't even look at Mike at this point, moving her body away from him and crossing her legs the opposite way to not have any contact with him. She didn't even bother to defend Mike to Aideen like she might have five minutes ago, who's sharp tongue seemed to stab with ease. In fact, the retort from the pretty exotic girl was enough to make a furious smile crack on her face as she wiped her hands on the really hot towel. Without a look at Mike, she dropped the towel in Mike's outstretched hand and grabbed her almost full glass of wine, tossing her head back and draining the glass.
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Post by Network on Jan 3, 2010 19:46:57 GMT -5
"Oh, OH...Okaaay." Mike said taking the towel and folding it into a sloppy lump on the tablecloth. "Yeah, shit. I guess I deserve this. Sure why not." He thought of how much his beautiful A'Nalai could take, thought of all he had put her through with his shitty ways. Granted they were long ingrained in him and it would take some seeerious work to break all of his habits, but he thought about it and for long tense minutes, silverware and glasses being fiddled with all around him he finally spoke.
"So, O.K. I'm not the guy you thought I was. Yeah, and I'm someone with some deficiencies when it comes to attitude and memory and all that, but I aint a cheater, not a liar either. If you think I held something from you on purpose, well you oughta know me better than that." He put both his hands down on the table and leaned back taking a long slow breath in through his nose. His lips pressed together tightly to stop himself from yelling.
He wanted to tell her how it was for him. His job, his past, his feelings. Tell her how every day of his life had been since he started living it. He was of course hazy on the details, and that might have been a good thing for lessening the burden on his heart, but he didn't have it easy. He was easy going about it all, taking each thing in stride. Every disappointment, every failed attempt that he made he wore under his skin and they only made him a better man. This he would wear as well and he would make himself better for it. It was why he was never asked to remain with the X-Men. He knew they counted him as a liability, a weak link in the chain, but he had learned to accept that and grown from that as well.
Gaining his bearing he relaxed, there was way more going on than what was happening between him and his girl. Doesn't matter what happens to our relationship if everybody but that hairy bastard across the table smirking at me and my pain is blowed up and dead. "Yea, I think I woulda learned a lot in your class." He said with a glance to Aideen. "Hey I'm just a guy doin his best to.." he thought about it and shook his head '.. no, you know I, I really - Hell. I'm just a lazy shit. I been coasting through a whole lota my life and.. well, I don't have to tell you guys this cause mosta you know it already. But Lai deserves to hear me say it."
He turned his chair slightly, leaning over to rest his elbows on his knees and lower himself before his lady's gaze. Looking up into her eyes, the beautiful windows to her soul, he poured his heart out as best he could. "A'Nalai, I.. Yo, I'm really sorry for forgetting. For letting you down and taking shi- uh, stuff for granted. Mostly for taking you for granted. I really just get up in the morning and just do what I do till I go to sleep. I don't put much thought into it.. Never really have, these guys'll tell ya that." He raised his eyes to look around at them all slightly sheepishly.
"But I can put effort into that part of my life. I should, and I will. That part of my life that is the unopened address book, the calendar with no birthdays written in it, burried under the workout magazines and uh, other stuff." Don't mention the Husters- don't mention the Husters "Hey I am just a guy, but I'm gonna do my best to be the best guy I can be, for you but for me too." He looked down at his hands as he touched his fingertips together, tapping them softly and nervously. "You always say talk is cheap, so I ain't about talkin, never have been. I'm about doin and now I'm gonna show you what I do all day every day. Why my life is kinda crazy. If we live through this then maybe I'll get a chance to show you how I can change." He looked up again into her face, her eyes "I really do love you baby, with every part of me, so never forget that. Okay?"
He took a second longer to stare into her eyes. Soaking up her beauty and remembering why, every wonderful reason why, he loved her. Sitting back up straight he leaned into the table to speak softly to Dylan. "Hey D, I need eyes on that guy to see where he's wearin that thing. Can't 'network' myself to it if I don't know where it is. Can you hook me up?" He hoped his words to Lai had made it past her defenses. He knew she was strong willed, and he loved that about her too, but he prayed that she would at least give him a chance to fail. All he needed was a chance and at this, this changing his life around for the better, he knew in his heart of hearts he would not fail.
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HeartString
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Tracy Goddard
Trust me, I know what hurts you, I know what you're feeling
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Post by HeartString on Jan 3, 2010 20:15:09 GMT -5
Oh. Oh my. Wow.. I never made Mike for the soft hearted type. This girl must be someone truly special, I bet everybody can feel that and I know I'm the only one with empathic powers here but ...wow. Awww. Tracy took her napkin from her lap and blotted the corner of her mouth with it before looking to see if everyone was set. A quiet uneasy calm settled in that moment and before it grew too long Tracy decided to set the plan in motion.
"So uh, I hate to spoil a moment but... It's time" she whispered as she reached down to squeeze Mason's hand in her own. "I have to use the restroom boo." She said loud enough to break the hushed moment as her eyes said to her man 'I love you, and I know we'll get through this'. "Please excuse me guys." She said to the rest of the table, and smiled as she rose gracefully from her seat to look at Ingrid.
Sensing the trepidation and anxiety in the supermodel at this, the moment of truth, that had been thrust upon her Tracy bit her lip ever so slightly. Come on Ingrid, you can do it, just get up and come with me... casual.. normal.. Just two girls going to the ladies room. Oh boy, that's a whole lot of anxiety... maybe all that talking about the bomb was not such a good idea. Is she gonna get up?
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Post by Cortex on Jan 3, 2010 21:02:55 GMT -5
Dylan wasn't the most openly affectionate guy, especially in public, but it did break his heart to see how distressed his own love was by everything. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek gently, one of the rare openly affectionate moments that he ever initiated in their relationship. "Alright Mike, give yourself a minute to get used to it, it's going to be extreme infra-red vision," he warned not letting go of Ingrid's hand until he had no other choice. Like everything else presented to him in life, it didn't take him long to grasp his powers when he first discovered them, though he still found himself learning new things about them even to this day.
With practiced ease that could only come from the abnormal genius brain that he was blessed with, Dylan focused on Mike and watched as his friend's normally blue eyes swirled with a mix or red and orange, allowing him to see the extreme heat on everyone and everything around them. "Don't be too long you two, dinner should be arriving soon," he said loudly and casually, giving Ingrid a reassuring smile, to calm her and himself as well. After all he had been through, to have someone like Ingrid in his life was a true blessing. It was hard for someone who had already graduated high school by the age of twelve and completed several bachelors degrees, masters, PHD's, and doctorates by the age of 18 to find someone that didn't make him feel so, well more abnormal than he already was. Somehow he had lucked out by finding Ingrid, and he'd be damned if he lost her to anyone.
Keeping himself calm, Dylan swallowed hard and watched everyone prep themselves for what was to come. He needed to keep his focus so they could make this a clean cut thing and get out of here safely. "Are you doing alright Mike?" he asked cryptically, pretty much wanting to know if Mike saw what he needed to see.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Jan 3, 2010 22:04:08 GMT -5
Ingrid swallowed hard and used her acting skills to put a pleasant smile on her face. "Wait please Tracy, I will join you. I need to powder my nose anyways," she said grinning pleasantly at her despite the dread in her stomach. She trusted Dylan and knew he wouldn't let anything happen to her, but it didn't stop her nerves. "Please excuse us gentlemen, we'll be be back in a moment." Her dazzling smile shined as she looked at the group, issuing a silent prayer that they would succeed. Ingrid folded her napkin and stood, grabbing her purse and letting her hand slip from Dylan's grasp with almost regret that she was leaving his side.
"Hold up, I'll join you ladies," Lai said quickly after looking at Mike for a minute biting her lip. "I need to touch up my makeup anyways." She grabbed her bag and looked at Mike for a minute, taking his hand tentatively. "We're not done talking, just so you know," she said in a low voice. "Good luck, get him good." Lai kissed his cheek and stood up herself, placing her napkin on the desk and walking with the other ladies to the bathroom, forcing herself to keep a smile on her face and not look at the man staring intently at them.
She knew for once Mike was speaking from the heart, and despite every cell in her being screaming at her to not fall for it, he was her only weakness that would make her ignore that little voice in her head. She planned to yell at him really good later, but Mason had been right that this wasn't the time to make a scene with lives in danger. So with a deep breath, Lai walked with Ingrid and Tracy to the bathroom, keeping an easy smile on her face.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Jan 3, 2010 22:57:48 GMT -5
Several tables over sat a thin wiry man with large bug eyes and neatly combed back hair, wearing a suit and tie. He had been watching the love of his life, his reason for living throughout the entire night. He had waited outside her apartment in a car and watched her leave with that vile man, and followed them here. He paid the host almost $400 to get him a table near her without a reservation, and spent the night watching her smile and laugh and dazzle the room as she always did. The man's name was Richard Lynster, and ever since that day that he saw Ingrid Graber sitting in the coffee shop giving autographs to a couple of teenagers, he fell in love with her. For one moment, her dazzling purple eyes caught his own and she smiled, and he knew she felt the same way.
They were both simply meant to be, and Richard for months had been trying to find the courage to approach her and get her away from that relationship she was trapped in. He was smart enough to know that she claimed they were together purely for the image, possibly forced to by her agent. The international sweetheart dating a born genius was sure to make headlines and create a stir, an uplift to his love's career. Tonight was the night though, he'd let her know how he felt, and try and convince her that they were meant for each other and she no longer had to hide behind the public image. She couldn't reject him, not now with the heavy explosives he had strapped to his chest. Now she would see that without her, he wouldn't live and he wouldn't let her live an unhappy life again.
His chance came when he watched the slender form of his love stand with the other ladies, smile lighting up the room as she excused herself from what he heard to go to the bathroom. Richard stood up with her, just like any gentleman, and watched her with shining eyes talk to her friends as they walked to the bathroom. Now was his chance, and he promised himself that tonight was the night, this time he wouldn't chicken out. Just as they were close to his table, he walked unnaturally quickly right over to them and before anyone realized, he was at Ingrid's side. "Ingrid? It's me Richard!" He said with a smile on his face, eyes eager as he watched her beautiful face. "I just want to say I'm sorry I waited so long, but it's okay now! You don't have to hide anymore!" He nodded his head as he took her hands in her own.
"I'm gonna save you now, away from you're public image. I put a down payment for a cabin in Alaska for us, you said you love the snow right? Oh and it snows there beautifully in the winter. I'm gonna take care of you now, we can be together!" Richard gave her a big smile, his heart beating rapidly then waiting for her to fall into his arms. When she didn't say anything, his smile faltered. "What's the matter my love? You do want to be with me right? Right?" He hissed with a smile, holding her hands extremely tight and pulling her closer. He would not be rejected, not now after all the preparation he had done for their life together. She would be his now, his or nobodies, and he would make sure it went like that.
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Post by Network on Jan 3, 2010 23:33:01 GMT -5
"Uh, yea- I mean Yes! Later.. We'll talk later, and I got this guy so don't worry, no sweat." Holly shit she kissed me. He hated to see her leave but he had to admit, he loved to watch her go. Would you just LOOK at that ass, Mike if you mess this up- ahh what am I sayin? I ain't gonna mess it up. I can't mess up, look at that hot glowing -eeew. "Yeah, it's working now D-" I knew she was hot, but this is not what I wanted to see.
He turned his gaze from his love's caboose to Ingrid's stalker. As predicted by his former team captain, the ugly runt of a menace to decent folk and in particular his good friend's squeeze, stood up and followed the ladies. Damn, that turd's quick. "Wow, he's in a hurry. Looks like it's on his chest- OH SHIT, he's made contact already. I'm goin in.. now- while his hands are occupied." Seeing the heat flush into Dylan's face he said softly and calmly "Relax bossman, I got this." Standing and straightening his tie, cool as a cucumber, he breezed off. Taking a roundabout way, out of the eye-line of the greasy haired stalker and moving with a purpose, he maneuvered to come up behind him.
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