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Post by Devastation on Oct 5, 2009 5:48:43 GMT
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Post by arun on Oct 5, 2009 18:47:26 GMT
Jordan wasn't drunk yet. She wasn't bloody, she wasn't even sweaty. The red-head had spent the day feeling sick and she'd decided to just be a normal person today, not some washed out hero that scared her. Jordan didn't spend much time around here, she was bronx native. But being in the bronx meant she would find a fight, and she didn't want a fight. For once.
She was wearing army pants and combat boots, but for once she wasn't wearing the bulky jacket that was normally part of her get-up. She was wearing a slashed black t-shirt. The scars on her arm were partually covered by gauntlets, but the dark did the rest.
Jordan had never had trouble sneaking into clubs. She didn't know anything about this one, but getting in was easy. She pushed her way through the croud, settling in a corner.
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Post by Devastation on Oct 6, 2009 2:44:34 GMT
Kendra was on her to the bar when she noticed a girl in the corner.
The girl looked like a militia member with those boots and and those pants. Maybe she was one of those hard core party kids- the ones that wore knee pads, glow sticks, took E and licked the walls- dressing casually.
Maybe.
What ever the reason was Kendra couldn't stand to see any one playing the wall flower. She walked over, one hand on her hip the other adjusting her sunglasses so she could see in the low lighting of the corner.
"Well hello darling." She said her red lips forming a smirk. "You waiting for you boy or you just looking for a good time?"
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Post by arun on Oct 6, 2009 19:40:08 GMT
Jordan was startled, no one usually talked to her when she was hiding in a corner. They just... ignored her. She looked up, her blue eyes looking translucent in the smoky room. The girl talking to her was pretty, she didn't look like the hooker though. Not that sleazy.
Jordan took her words without blinking, but she would've liked to snort. "No, I'm not waiting for my boy." She said, leaning back more in her chair so she didn't have to crain her neck as much to look at the other girl. She didn't give a reason for being here, honestly, Jordan didn't have one.
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Post by Devastation on Oct 8, 2009 3:37:32 GMT
Kendra smiled at her and took off her sunglasses. "I can't stand to see wall flowers." She said looking the girl over.
She couldn't have been out of highschool yet, how the hell did she get in to this place. She could have laughed, so much for the 'strictly enforced over 21' rules. The mutant woman looked down at the Jordan.
"You got a name, honey?" She asked, putting one hand on her hip.
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Post by arun on Oct 9, 2009 3:56:53 GMT
She'd noticed. Jordan didn't really care, but it was true that she wasn't 21. She had, however, done more in her life then most people years older then her. So whatever... she didn't know any adults who'd been drug mules. She did, actually, but not here for sure. The woman seemed friendly enough though, Jordan smiled. "I'm Jordan."
Wallflower... hm. She wasn't sure what else to do. She didn't dance, especially not with her hands. Even thinking about them sent a flash of pain up her arms. Jordan gritted her teeth and tired to push the thought out of her mind.
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Post by Devastation on Oct 9, 2009 15:39:06 GMT
"I'm Kendra, Nice to meet you Jordan." the woman said, flipping her light brown hair off of one shoulder. "Do you have a drink of choice?"
Kendra knew of no better way to get some one out on the dance floor than drinking- of course if they were male and thought they had a chance of taking you home then that was good for incentive them too. How many men had she tricked into taking her home only to knock them out and use their shower, bed, food and anything else she needed. Would she be considered a tease?
Looking the girl over she smiled gently, she didn't look like the type that was coming to drink and party, perhaps she was just trying to get away for a little bit.
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Post by arun on Oct 9, 2009 18:41:36 GMT
Jordan froze, looking up at Kendra. Sure she had a drink of choice, anything that nocked her out and made everything blur. But the point of being here was not to drink, that was exactly what she had been planning on not doing. Although for that she might've been better off sneaking into a mcdonalds then a night club. You're so pathetic. Jordan told herself. But it's not worth it.
Jordan caught Kendra's smile and smiled back. "I think I'm good." She said softly, normally Jordan would've made a joke. But she didn't feel up to it right then.
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Post by Devastation on Oct 9, 2009 18:54:33 GMT
Kendra sat down at the table across from Jordan.
"You wanna talk about it?" She said, flagging down a waiter.
"I'll have a Gin and Tonic." She said quietly before turning her attention back to the young red headed girl.
It seemed like she had a lot on her mind. Kendra knew how it was to be young and running from things, just trying to find a escape for a little while.
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Post by arun on Oct 9, 2009 19:31:35 GMT
Jordan stared at Kendra, her jaw worked but she didn't say anything. For some reason, Jordan didn't care that Kendra had just joined her like that. She normally would've. But Jordan was young and lonely, and she suspected that Kendra would understand.
Of course she wanted to talk about it. But she couldn't just announce 'Yep, I was a drug mule, and now I'm a rouge vigilante boardering on alcoholic. Plus, I'm a mutant. Nope, you just didn't say that. Jordan sighed and said instead, "The people here, the ones pretending to be tough? Don't they get that they don't want to have survive the things that would make their minds match their stupid get-ups?"
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Post by Devastation on Oct 10, 2009 4:05:23 GMT
Kendra nodded. "They really don't want that." She said after the waiter returned with her drink. "They want to escape on the dance floor, but return to their normal mundane lives as soon as the night ends."
The mutant woman tucked a strand of hair behind her ears and looked over at Jordan, she then got a sent, her own mutation- Deva as she called the second personality stirred, alerting her of another mutant presence. Close.
Kendra's spine tingled as she looked over at Jordan, the sent was very close to her- or was it her? How did one come right out and ask if some one was a mutant. She decided to play it cool. Not bring it up.
It's not like she introduced her self 'Hi I'm Kendra a Jew.' it just didn't make any sense to care if some one was a mutant or not.
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Post by arun on Oct 10, 2009 5:06:41 GMT
"I wish I could escape." Jordan said softly, staring out into the dancers. Escape, be mundane. The red-head noticed that Kendra had said 'they'. Apparently they were in the same boat. It was a big boat, there was no way that their stories were the same. But Kendra must want to escape as well. "The night never ends."
Jordan gingerly rested her bloody, burned, ozzing hands on the table. They were somewhat bandaged, but the holes in the palms of her hands didn't hide the blisters. She stared blankly at her hands, ususally she hid them, when she wasn't messing them up worse. But she didn't care now.
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Post by Devastation on Oct 11, 2009 14:55:41 GMT
To say she wasn't shocked at the state of Jordan's hands would be a lie, but Kendra had seen a lot of shocking stuff since she'd left home and was learning to control more than just a slight widening of the eyes.
But that confirmed it for her, this kid was probably a mutant, a vigilante, like her self, only obviously with out the armor.
Kendra set one of her hands ontop of the kid's.
"Your a mutant aren't you?" She said never looking at her hands. "You fight a lot too..."
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Post by arun on Oct 11, 2009 19:54:19 GMT
Jordan stared at Kendra, confusion, fear, and resignation crossing her face in that order. She didn't flinch away from Kendra's hands, but she wanted to. If she'd figured out that she was a mutant, why the he** was she touching her. No one ever guessed that Jordan was a mutant. They guessed burn victom, but not Mutant.
Then she asked her second question and she blinked at Kendra's tone. She didn't sound damning, or angry, she sounded... compassionate. "Yeah." Jordan whipered.
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Post by Devastation on Oct 13, 2009 15:42:18 GMT
"Me too." Kendra said removing her hand from the girls. The mutant woman's eyes searched out Jordan's face. "I have an organic armor that covers my body... it protects me when I fight."
Kendra only let her eyes remain in contact with the Jordan's for a moment before she returned her attention to the dance floor. "I'd guess being here is just my way to escape too..."
She brushed a curl out of her face an wondered why she'd even put up with curling her hair tonight.
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