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Post by mystique on Dec 3, 2009 6:41:36 GMT
How she had shifted into the other woman’s look she didn’t know. But it saved her sorry ass from sleeping out in the cold this night. It had gotten her a room in a seedy hotel with a hot shower which was what she was looking for. The shower was the first thing she had taken and was now standing in front to the mirror naked as the day she was born. Money was something she didn’t have at the moment and as such clothing was something else she didn’t own. Now the creature in front of the mirror was far from stupid and it has not escaped her attention that when she looks like someone else, she is dressed in their clothes not naked.
Yellow eyes slid closed and she concentrated very hard on an outfit. When the yellow eyes opened she was dressed in a pair of black leather pants, boots, and a dark red leather halter. A stunned expression on her face since it seemed to work. She moved and heard it make that leather sound, now if only she could do something about the blue skin and eyes. However, right now she didn’t want to push her luck and it was close to Halloween anyway. She strapped the two guns to her thighs and slid on the black leather trench she’d swiped from a guy who attacked her earlier. Not wanting to get busted she slid out the window and down the fire escape. Her hand slid into the pockets and found a pack of smokes, a light, and about three hundred dollars. Damn it was going to be a good night.
It wasn’t the best part of town in New York City but it was a place where she could get by for now. She was on her way to this dive she’d seen a few blocks down when she got grabbed and yanked into an alley. The dude spun her so she faced him and slammed her against the wall. ”Hello, there hot stuff. You and me gonna have a little fun tonight.” The blue skinned woman just looked at him. She’d started excepting the fact that her body could do things she didn’t understand. Mainly because it was one of the major things that caused the frustration and the black outs. ”Oh, I think we are.” She didn’t understand where her penchant for violence came from, but it’s saved her quite a few times in the past few weeks. Much like it would right now.
Azul’s knee came up to meet the guy’s crotch and he was expecting that. She knew he would be most thugs actually remembered women do that. But he didn’t pay attention to the fist that connected squarely to his gut. He couldn’t have noticed the knee that lifted and met his chin. As his head rocked and he stumbled back she extended one very long leg, and connected her foot with his nose. The man stumbled back and hit the wall across from her while holding his nose and his gut. ”You bitch” It came out sounding more you bit than bitch. He lunged for her again and this time she spun catching him along the side of his head with a spinning heel kick. As soon as her foot touched the earth her gun was out and pointing at his head. She wasn’t pissed enough to hit her blackout stage and that was the only that kept him alive long enough to run. The blue skinned, red haired woman leaned back against the wall and holstered her gun. ”I need a drink.”
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Post by arun on Dec 3, 2009 7:58:11 GMT
Halloween. Oh great. My favorite fu** ing time of the year. Not that she didn't love the rest of it too, but Halloween was especially suckish. Jordan sat against the wall of her 'appartment', holding an empty bottle of cheap beer. Maybe I'll dress up as a happy litte rich-kid. One who gives a shit. The red-head got unsteadily to her feet and glanced at her window. In the dark she could see herself clearly and groaned. Her shirt was ripped from one sholder to the opposite hip, showing lots of bra and scarred stomach. The dirty rag wrapped around her upper arm was stained red, and some sort of puss was oozing out from underneath it. Thankfully she was drunk enough not to feel the infected cut. I look like hell.
Jordan stumbled and hit her head on the wall. She stood up and started pulling her clothes off, wincing as the fabric ran over her cuts and bruises. She put on a pair of camo pants and a tank-top, then the torn t-shirt she's been wearing earlier.
A sudden series of yells echoed beneath her window. Jordan groaned and rolled her eyes. She grabbed the empty beer bottle and headed out the window. By the time Jordan got to the crime scene, it was over. But it was obvious what had happened. "Yes you do." Jordan commented, looking down from the fire escape.
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Post by mystique on Dec 4, 2009 19:52:48 GMT
Azul rolled her neck and sighed softly. This was getting annoying she had been close to blackout but not really. She wanted to know how the hell she was able to do that without thought. She couldn't remember her training or if it was all luck. Muscle memory was a dream and a nightmare. Yellow eyes looked up at when she heard the voice and gun was drawn again. A kid? Azul shook her head and holstered her gun. A kid that looked like shit. "How do you know?"
The blue skinned woman pushed off the wall to get a better look at the girl. Yup looked like all sorts of hell and a junkie at that. She pinched the bridge of her nose and wondered if she had the ability to beat the shit out of a kid if it was required. "Who are you?"
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Post by arun on Dec 6, 2009 9:55:31 GMT
Jordan was slightly offended, she didn't warrant a gun? The red-head, in her own opinion, and some of the muggers around here opinions, definitely warranted a gun. But then, you're too drunk to do anything if you were shot at. So it's just as well. She sighed and swayed slightly, leaning against the railing of her fire escape. Her blue eyes took in the woman's blue skin without much reaction. There were all kinds of freaks running around out there, that and it was Halloween. Jordan was more inclined to believe the first since people who put that much effort into their costumes didn't hang out around here. But who was she to talk? Jordan laughed, a rough, slightly uneven laugh. “How can I tell? Because if you're here, you need a drink.”
She raised an eyebrow as the blue-skinned woman pinched her nose. “What you're smelling, it's not me. That's what you call 'the slums'.” She stood up and skidded down a flight of metal steps, stopping again at the next landing. Jordan gripped the railing with scarred hands and wondered how much it would hurt if she tried to jump to the ground from here. If she wasn't drunk she could've landed it. But she was, and she would probably break all the bones in her legs. At least I realize it. “I'm a '
slightly drunk truancy offender, victim of life and a freak.” She said lightly, “Not that you care.”
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Post by mystique on Dec 6, 2009 18:49:35 GMT
Yellow eyes rolled at the girl's logic. Normally, Azul would be a bit concerned about the girl, but she was still caught between two worlds at the moment. The one she was living and the one she didn't remember. Which in effect made her a bit cranky and not really giving a shit about anyone else. The gun was holstered and moved to lean against the other wall.
"I was pinching the bridge of my nose not plugging my nose." She shook her head and again yellow eyes rolled at the little pity party the girl was having. "Welcome to the real world, hon. Everyone is shit fucked up the ass. You ain't anything special in that regard, take a look around."
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Post by arun on Dec 6, 2009 23:30:31 GMT
Jordan didn't move, blue eyes watched the blue-skinned woman lean against the wall. Jordan hit the wall, hard. Struggling to breath, she barly managed to stuble away from the mobster's wildly swung knife. She twisted aroung to kick him, but she still didn't have any strength to put behind the blow. The knife swung again and she stumbled backwards. A stabbing pain shot through her arm. /i[] Jordan reached up and rubbed the now-oozing cut. Her eyes flickered slightly, wondering momentarily if there was still any of her blood where the woman was leaning. But no, those walls were designed to never leave a trace.
"Fair enough, but if you're thinking- you really need that drink." She commented, smiling grimly. Jordan leaned over the railing, staring at the woman. She raised one eyebrow and tipped her head to one side. " 'the real world? This isn't that, whatever that is. This is just straight up hell." Her voice was light, but her words were deathly serious. "Oh, I'm special. Just not any different.
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Post by mystique on Dec 7, 2009 5:58:10 GMT
The woman shook her head and looked up at the girl. "Ever think it was just a figure of speech?" She did want a drink she just didn't need one. That was the difference between her and the young girl, apparently. That and the fact that Azul refused to let life beat her to hell and back again. "No, sweetheart. This is the real world at least for those of us without funds or jobs. Right now this is the best we can get until we make something better. Hell is so much worse than this." The woman wasn't sure how she knew but she was pretty sure she'd lived in hell before and as bad as this was, it was far from hell. "No, honey, you got that backwards. You are different, not special. Very few people can claim the title of special and you aren't one of them."
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Post by arun on Dec 8, 2009 0:47:42 GMT
Jordan shrugged. Everything else in life was direct. Why shouldn't words be? Most people would've taken offence at the woman's tone, Jordan A) had heard worse and, B) didn't give a damn how people talked to her. Most of the time. Jordan had been beated to hell before she'd been old enoug to fight back, and maybe she was still there. Her stomach threatened to throw-up all the food she'd eaten today. And probobly yesterday too. Jordan made a face. "I belive I am in hell, therefore I am." She'd heard the quote from a movie. Maybe not a hopeful outlook, but a accurate one. "Besides, it's hard to raise you status in life when you're just trying not to keep sliding down." She shifted, rubbing her arm again. The cut ran through a tattoo of an angel wing. Fitting, in a way. "Different how though? I'm the same as countless other people in the bronx, I'm special because the 'boost' I have eventually makes everything worse."
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Post by mystique on Dec 9, 2009 1:06:41 GMT
Azul just shrugged if the girl wanted to live out her life as one big freaking pity party that was her own issue. "Whatever gets you through your day." If the girl wanted to believe she was special, well who was Azul to bring the girl to reality? Very few truly hold that title everyone else is just dreaming. "Like I said, whatever." The girl looked like she was going to puke and Azul moved accordingly. Normally she'd be wondering if the girl was alright and things to the effect but oddly enough right now she didn't give a shit.
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Post by arun on Dec 9, 2009 7:10:31 GMT
She knew, without admitting it to herself, that everyone thought she was delusional, or lying to herself or just pathetic. But she didn't know how to fix herself. Or if she even wanted to. Change scared her, to be honest most things scared her. She laughed, watching the woman move. "I'm not going to barf on you." Hopefully. She walked down the next flight of steps and stopped, now eight feet or so from the ground. She sat down, legs dangling down over the edge. "Why are you even talking to me if you don't care that much?" She asked angrily. Jordan wondered suddently if she could get this woman angery enough to kill her.
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Post by mystique on Dec 9, 2009 21:24:15 GMT
A brow went up when the girl said she wasn't going to barf on her. "Forgive me for not wanting to take any chances." How did someone so young get so much self loathing? Hadn't anyone been there to take care of her? Azul really hated it when she got like this since it made her feel so damn bipolar. The personality she knows crashing with the one she didn't. "Boredom."
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Post by arun on Dec 10, 2009 17:38:31 GMT
"Well, you're not the first one to not want to take that chance."She said dully, sighed, then leaned away from the woman and stuck her fingers down her throat. Jordan's stomach heaved and she threw-up, although since there wasn't anything in her stomach, she didn't throw up much. It didn't help, she still felt crappy.
"Boredom?" She echoed finally, staring at the woman. "Well... I suppose that's usually my answer." It felt wrong for some reason, unsafe. The was used to the feeling that someone wanted to mug her, not the feeling of being messed with.
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Post by mystique on Dec 12, 2009 2:40:16 GMT
Yellow eyes rolled as she turned her back and let her mind drift so she didn't have to hear the girl heaving. That was just disgusting as all hell. Azul finally turned around and looked at the girl. "Everyone has a fucked up life, it really all depends on if you are strong enough to change it. Getting wasted and all your self loathing isn't going to do jackshit for you. Sorry, if I'm not coddling you and giving you sympathy. The world does work that way. If you are looking for someone to pity you go find a nun."
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Post by arun on Dec 12, 2009 8:00:31 GMT
Jordan sighed and spit over the railing. She turned back and looked at the woman, her blue eyes metting yellow ones. Without realizing what she was doing, Jordan put her hand palm up on her knee and with a slight 'pop* made a tiny energy beam shoot out of her palm. She'd managed not to use her powers in weeks, and the shiny red scars that had been forming on her hands blistered almost instantly. Pain shot up her arm, making her both sick and clearing her head. Closing her hand, she doused the light. She grinned savagly, giving a shit if anyone knew that she was a mutant had never been a quality she'd had. And maybe she just liked showing-off. But thinking durring a conversation did wonders too. "Yeah, well as fucked up as my life is, I'm having a better time just surviving then trying to change it. Maybe not a better time, but at least I'm secure in my life. If I try to change it, it could get worse." She blinked, 'Self loathing.' Jordan had never thought about it like that. She just... hated herself. "I don't want to be coddled, becides, you think a nun gives a shit about me?"
ooc- 100 posts! *dances*
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Post by mystique on Dec 13, 2009 18:28:15 GMT
The woman watched as the girl showed off her powers. Somehow, Azul wasn't impressed with display so she ignored it. "If you are more or less satisfied then what are you bitching about? You can't be both, one or the other." She just shook her head, the girl was young. Azul had to keep reminding herself of that fact. The girl was young and jaded. That was sad really, if one sat down to think about it. Azul just shrugged at the girl. "Then what are wanting?" She doubted the girl even knew herself.
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