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Post by arun on Oct 13, 2009 15:55:22 GMT
Jordan stared at Kendra, jerking her hands back onto her lap. "Me too." The young mutant tipped her head and leaned closer to Kendra. "I wish I had armor." She said, sounding only slightly bitter. It was enough for her that Kendra was another mutant.
"So you dance?" Jordan asked, admiring that Kendra had a way out. Her own way out was hurting herself.
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Post by arun on Oct 13, 2009 15:55:44 GMT
Jordan stared at Kendra, jerking her hands back onto her lap. "Me too." The young mutant tipped her head and leaned closer to Kendra. "I wish I had armor." She said, sounding only slightly bitter. It was enough for her that Kendra was another mutant.
"So you dance?" Jordan asked, admiring that Kendra had a way out. Her own way out was hurting herself.
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Post by Devastation on Oct 13, 2009 16:03:38 GMT
"And drink." Kendra chuckled. "How about you? How do you deal with it?"
The mutant woman looked over at her redheaded counterpart, they probably looked like friends from every one else's vantage point. The truth for mutants was that you became fast 'friends' when you met, finding some one else like you in a sea of normality was hard to do. Not to mention risky.
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Post by arun on Oct 14, 2009 7:14:17 GMT
Jordan sighed. "Drink too much. Hurt myself, usually while hurting other people. Try to pretend to be a hero." She could go on with that list, but she didn't really see the point. Kendra would get the picture. She was different and not so much. Jordan wasn't the only kid in the bronx with a horrible past and nothing left. But her life had taken a weird turn with her mutation and stuff. She tried to think of herself as different from everyone else and that's why she was allowed to feel sorry for herself.
It was amazing, how comfortable she felt around Kendra, even if they'd only met minutes earlier. Birds of a feather flock together. Jordan knew there were other mutants, but she didn't know how many. She'd never expected to meet another one.
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Post by Devastation on Oct 14, 2009 16:13:44 GMT
Devastation glanced over at the girl- her hands gave it were a form of self mutilation through fighting? That was a new one, weren't we all just cutting not to long ago.
"We all deal with things differently." Kendra nodded, she really wasn't in a place to give her a lecture about that. Especially since she didn't have a stable job, or enough money to buy a house.
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Post by arun on Oct 15, 2009 3:04:22 GMT
Jordan caught Kendra's look and smiled knowingly. She didn't usually explain the downside of her powers, but this wasn't usually. She brought her hand up to her mouth without looking at it and carefully untied the knot at her wrist where she'd clumsily bandged her hand. She pulled off the stained rags, still stating at Kendra and only wincing slightly as several scabs were torn off. She extended her hand carefully, showing Kendra the worst of the burns in the middle of her palms. "I'm not imune to my mutation." She said, staring at Kendra still.
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Post by Devastation on Oct 15, 2009 3:40:49 GMT
Kendra winced but didn't look away. "I... I really don't know what to say." She said looking at the girl's hands. "If you don't mind my asking, what is it you exactly do? I mean I'm assuming it has something to do with fire."
The woman had been previously itching get out on the dance floor, but now she felt she was needed here and now with this young mutant girl. She knew if another mutant had shown her some attention at this girls age some things may have turned out different.
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Post by arun on Oct 15, 2009 4:42:53 GMT
"Not really." Jordan smiled, biting her lip and shaking her shoulder length hair out of her face. "You've seen Star Wars, right?" She rested her elbow on the table, not wanting to touch her hand to the table, but not wanting to wave it in the other mutant's face anymore. "Well, I've got lightsabers that come out of my palms." Saying it like that just sounded weird, like she was some sort of George Lucas creation. She liked Star Wars, but watching lightsaber fights was just weird.
It was lucky, she thought absently, that she'd chosen tonight to get away. Usually she would be stalking a bar fight about now. But this was so much better.
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