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Post by dj on Oct 25, 2009 23:55:40 GMT
Ah man this place so needed to have a little fun to lighten things up. Since the little time he’d been a part of the school, Mark hadn’t seen one party jump off. It was a little upsetting. One day while jamming out in his bedroom he got the idea to throw a nice little party out on the back lawn for everyone to hang out and relax. This little party would also serve as his stomping ground. He’d spent the last two days asking Ms. Ororo for permission and getting the supplies ready. Mark felt a connection to Ororo, almost like she was a second mother for him. It was Saturday night and things were about to start up.
Mark had set out all the refreshments and whatnot and currently stood behind a mixing board with headphones on his head. He was naturally the chosen dj for this get together and had a whole variety of music in his lineup. So far not many had arrived, but hopefully that would change. He nodded his head to the beat, sipping on a coke. He was really hoping that Kelly chick would show up, he'd taken a real interest in her.
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Post by Hooligan on Oct 26, 2009 0:15:46 GMT
[/color]" Swinging into action, courtesy of her extended left arm curling around a tree, Nadifa sped towards where Mark was. In just a few seconds Nadifa landed, reeling her limb back in, on top of his mixing board. Blink... Blink... Blink... Nadifa narrowed her eyes, so much that she appeared to have just slits where those brown orbs should have been. Her lips curled into a slight pout, followed by a releasing of a simple 'hm', as she studied the male for a moment, until... " You're boring." And that was how Hooligan met DJ.[/font][/ul] |
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Post by dj on Oct 26, 2009 3:14:22 GMT
So far no one had showed up, but Mark wasn’t discouraged. With time people would start showing up. Hell Ms. Munroe said that she might drop by and act as a chaperon for them. It could be a party just them two dancing up a storm(no pun) all night. Mark sipped his beverage and closed his eyes to enjoy the music pumping throughout the yard. He was so caught up in the music that when something landed on his mixing board, he nearly fell back and dropped his drink from being so startled. He opened his eyes resting them on a young black girl.
"You're boring."
He arched a brow at the girl, but didn’t take offence to the comment. The place was dead at the moment so he couldn’t and didn’t feel like arguing. ”Yeeea the place is a ghost town right now, but whatever. It’ll pick up eventually. Who are you by the way? I’m Mark.” He extended his hand for her.
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Post by Hooligan on Oct 26, 2009 3:57:43 GMT
[/color]," she said, finally after listening to him speak. But at least a name was obtained, so for that Nadifa thanked DJ by granting him hers: " NaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaDIFA MaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaHA KaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaNDE!" Cue the motherfunking fireworks, Hooligan was here! Yeah, she talked like that, but even more amusing Nadifa introduced herself like that, too. Even her facial expressions stood out, which were still in that squinted, thoughtful glance, like a child staring down a Pog battle outcome. " Yo, man! You alone 'cause you SUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!," she said, no shame or regret. Nadifa was uniquely ignorant of such feelings, which was both a blessing and a curse. " Need more beer, dude." Yes, she was actually suggesting alcoholic beverages. Such was the life of a pirate.[/font][/ul] |
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Post by dj on Oct 28, 2009 12:58:20 GMT
Well damn, she was pretty upfront and blunt with her comments. That kind of talk could get one hurt, thankfully Mark wasn't the type to offence to words... much. Something was very off about this girl. The way she introduced herself clued him in on that. But she was cute and cuteness overrules quirkiness everytime. Then again he liked chicks with a few quirks, just as long as they weren't extremely out there in left field. With a smile, Mark responded, "Nice to meet you Naaaaaaaadifa Maaaaaaaaaaaha Kaaaaaaaaaande."
Well damn again. She didn't have to say that he suuuuuuucked. That could seriously hurt a guy's feelings; Mark's a sensitive guy. But only because the ladies supposedly liked guys to be sensitive. When she brought up beer, his left eyebrow jumped a little. "You do realize beer is kinda like, illegal for us minors? Besides, he needs beer to have a good time little cutie pie?" Mark looked down at his mixing board then back at her, with a grin. "You gonna stand here all night or can I get back to doing what my name indicates?"
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Post by Hooligan on Oct 28, 2009 17:36:22 GMT
[/color]," she said after Mark repeated her name. " That's me, don't forget! I'm so bomb I'll BLOW YOU UP, DUDE!" Quirky? Definitely, but she wasn't outright strange, unless you counted a different upbringing and social standard. Still, for what it was worth, Nadifa was a unique and rather refreshing addition to the X-Men. Nadifa liked this place so far, until DJ mentioned the whole alcohol being illegal. Really? REALLY? " Whoa, total suck!," she responded, facial expression changing to that of something similar to be pressed against glass. " I need beer, 'cause party won't be AWWWWWWWWEEEEEEESOME!" DJ wanted to get back to doing what he did, as his name indicated. Mark, did that mean something? " What, you 'mark' people for dead? Your name don't seem... worky." Nadifa didn't know the word occupational, so worky sufficed. Even if it wasn't really a word, it would be now![/font][/ul] |
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Post by dj on Oct 28, 2009 20:10:25 GMT
Mark laughed out loud, hard. He instantly got the mental image of her just randomly combusting taking a few people with her. Now that would be a horrible mutant power to have, very destructive. Mark sipped his drink and looked to the side seeing a squirrel snatch up a few chips and run off into the night. Hehe, cute. "You and I are totally different. Beer does not a party make mi amiga." Mark never could grasp the notion of getting drunk. It just so damn stupid and beer tasted disgusting anyway. Sad that some people needed alcohol to have a good time.
He again laughed at her. "Oh yea totally forgot. My mutant name is DJ and well.... yea obvious stuff." That codename was actually given to him by a couple of his neighborhood friends. He was always the one responsible for supplying the music. "You got a mutant name?"
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Post by Hooligan on Oct 28, 2009 22:15:05 GMT
[/color]," she asked, unable to believe someone could financially obtain it legally. " Beer make ugly look good.," Nadifa nodded, as if speaking from experience. " Some look so bad, you need drink to not go blind." Nadifa could recall several ugly mugs in her lifetime, but most of them weren't around anymore or pursuing other interests. Not that their hobbies were any different; once a pirate, always a pirate! " D-J? ... that not how the alphabet goes!" Obviously Nadifa lacked the basic understanding of acronyms or abbreviations, instead taking it as it literally sounded, like letters recited from the alphabet. " E come after D, duuuuude!" Nadifa did have a mutant name, but she wouldn't reveal it just yet. " Better name for you be Back to School Man." Nod, nod.[/font][/ul] |
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Post by dj on Oct 30, 2009 22:44:17 GMT
"Steal, me? Oh nooo. I've been making a little collection over the years. Everytime my parents buy me something for a birthday, it gets added. And viola!" Mark pointed to the gear and shrugged. The beer thing he had heard all the time and see on tv shows. He always wondered if it was true, like was there a whole transformation process. Mark finished off the rest of his drink and began making his way over to the table for a refill.
Through a laugh he was able to respond to her. "I wasn't saying the alphabet, mi amiga. DJ is an acronym. It stands for disk jockey." Mark filled up his cup with somee Pepsi and traveled back over to his gear.
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Post by Hooligan on Oct 30, 2009 22:52:12 GMT
[/color]," she asked, peering over DJ's shoulder at some other stuff. " What meaning of it?" Again, DJ was talking leagues above Nadifa's head. A disk jockey, what the heck was that? Oh boy, Hooligan could feel her head cramming with pain, all this thinking and unknowing, it was giving her a headache! " Then why not be d-word?" Nadifa wasn't going to try and say 'disk jockey', so d-word worked just fine. " DJ sound like you not know alphabet." Nod, nod.[/font][/ul] |
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Post by dj on Oct 31, 2009 1:17:50 GMT
"Well to be honest, I really don't know why we get presents on on our birthdays. It might have something to do with the fact that Jesus got presents when he was born of Mary. Peopl just followed suit from there maybe." That was the best explanation he could come up with, and it actually made a lot of since. Mark sipped his drink and nodded to the beat, still awaiting the arrival of the other students. He was so happy that it wasn't cold on this night, that would really make things uncomfortable outside.
He nodded to her question having understood it. "Well I don't really have the skills to be an actual disk jockey. I mean I can spin and mix, but not on a pro level." Mark took a second to run their conversation back through his head for a minute. "Say, where are you from anyway? You don't seem to know much about the way things are here."
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Post by Hooligan on Oct 31, 2009 2:07:00 GMT
[/color]," she said. Honestly it didn't, considering it stood for disk jockey and, well, Mark said he wasn't professional enough to be one. So why keep the shortened version of that title? Nadifa didn't know, and could only shrug as she dangled the microphone several inches from the ground. " I'm from...." Pause. " ... YOUR MOM!" Yeah, all right! Totally awesome, she got to say it to someone, finally! But in all seriousness, Nadifa did not lack knowledge on things due to where she was from necessarily, but more so to the life she lived. Of course she knew more than most assumed, but didn't see a need to be as indoctrinated via information about it. " I come from Somalia, dude." There, her birthplace.[/font][/ul] |
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Post by dj on Nov 3, 2009 17:32:51 GMT
"Well it makes sense to me pretty lady. DJ cause I like all types of music you know." Mark's eyes were now focused on the dangling microphone. He was really hoping that she wouldn't break the thing cause it would coome right outta his pocket to get another one. His parents sent him money every now and then but he had better things to spend it on, like new cds and dates with hot chicas. His attention was drawn back to her when she slapped him with a momma joke that actually made him laugh. It was so stupid and funny at the same time.
"Good one mi amiga. And Somalia, that's awesomeness right there. What made you come all the way out here to New York, other than Xavier's? He assumed that the mansion was part of the reason she was here in the states.
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Post by Hooligan on Nov 3, 2009 23:25:01 GMT
[/b] ones![/color]" Yeah, not exactly the most remarkable retort, but it worked well enough for the Somalian, an nationality Mark seemed interested in. " I'm going to save the world, yo.," she said, matter-of-factly to DJ's question. No other reason was needed, was it? " Why you here? Need help with a better name?"[/font][/ul] |
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Post by ayden5 on Nov 7, 2009 0:19:19 GMT
There was a lot of commotion going on, and Hayley's rather above average ears could pick up the noises coming from the front yard. Telling Sally to follow her, she left her room and made her way out to the front yard, where there was quite a bit of a set-up. It worried her, however as she knew Sally disliked being around lots of commotion. Moving over to the guy named DJ, she curiously asked him. "What's going on?"
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