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Post by Magma on Nov 14, 2009 0:07:09 GMT
Amara had only been at the institute a week or so, and about the same in modern civilization. The roman blonde knew how to work a light switch now, that was one of the many modern marvels that made Amara wary of this school. Candle light was far more romantic, but electricity could almost be as brilliant as the sun. Amara nearly caused an earth tremor when the mansion door bell sounded her arrival on the first day. She truly thought of herself as a barbarian to this civilized era.
The teen had wandered around the ground - managing to stay clear of the robot security system- to find herself infront of the opened garage. Amara's sapphire eyes widened at the sight of the automobiles. They were so differnent and alien to her. There was one that was the size of a small hut, gleaming silver, wide windows and hummer engraved on the front where the mouth of a beast would be. Amara had seen cars on her flight from Brazil, but she never saw one up close. They were so strange!
Amara, being the daring chance taker she was, went over to the large truck and ran her hand over the smooth metal. It was a beautiful machine.
"I wonder how fast you go." she hummed to the truck absent mindedly. Amara had dealt with the wild beasts of the Amazon, there wasn't anything that this machine could do that could surprise her.
STEP AWAY FROM THE CAR
Amara nearly threw herself back in surprise and landed on her butt. What the hell, did that machine just talk to her? Magma's eyes flared red hot for a moment before realizing that it was some sort of alarm system. Her eyes went back to its crystal blue and she looked at the thing flashing its lights from her ground seat.
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Post by ayden on Nov 14, 2009 4:03:31 GMT
Carol Danvers happened to be heading down to the garage where the X-men's vehicles were located. Scott Summers had told her about his motorcycle, and had even allowed her to give it a bit of a test spin around the block. Hell, she hadn't ridden a motorcycle in a long time, but she knew how damn intense it was and the thrill it gave. Well, she was introduced to a different type of thrill as she heard a alarm go off in the garage. Rolling her eyes, she expected it to be some student messing around with one of the teacher's vehicles.
What she did see suprised her, there was a blonde girl down here. She obviously looked lost and somewhat shocked by the sudden alarm the car had let off. Smirking, she raised her voice over the alarm. "You might want to step back from it."
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Post by Magma on Nov 14, 2009 4:09:51 GMT
Amara shot the teacher figure a resentful look. Ofcourse she knew that she had to back away from the damned thing. What did this woman think she was, brain dead? But Amara quickly pulled her lips into a smile that could dazzle anyone. Her manners weren't alway in check as they should.
"Sorry, is this yours?'' she asked while jumping back to her feet. Amara had quit wearing the flowy white togas and went for a crisp blue tee shirt and jeans. It was very contstricting compared to her free form dresses, but they were definetally warmer. Her eyes quickly scanned the other woman in the garage with her.
She looked respectable, however Amara didn't like that little smirk she offered her. It was as if she was rubbing the fact Amara slipped up into her face. The teen didn't like to be treated as a silly child.
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Post by ayden on Nov 15, 2009 6:09:50 GMT
Danvers caught the look that kind of gave away a sarcastic thanks for the obvious. Her smirk changed to a sort of mildly amused look that wasn't intending to give away any form of disrespect. If anything, Danvers liked this girl's rather confident and rash attitude. Sure, she wasn't exactly arrogant, it was more that she was very much concerned with how she was looked upon. When she was asked if it was hers, Carol let out a laugh. "Mine? Hah! Hell no. If I had a vehicle, I'd have something like that." Her hand lifted and trailed to the black Ducati (spelt right?) motorcycle sitting towards the corner. That had infact belonged to Scott Summers. "I'm not into the fancy cars, especially after piloting jets." She walked over to the rather exquisite motorcycle and trailed her finger along the tip of the handlebars. "I want one of these babies."
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Post by Magma on Nov 15, 2009 21:16:18 GMT
Amara looked at the woman as she responded to her question. No this wasn't her truck, therefore she wasn't upset that she'd trigged the alarm. The girl ran her hand through her curly blonde hair and eyed the ink back Ducati. It was much more appealing than the monstrosity of the Hummer. Amara could definetally see herself on that thing, that was if she knew how to make it start up.
"You've piloted jets?" she asked in a new found respect for this woman. Amara had flown form Brazil, it was one of the most exciting and horriblel trips of her life. She had gotten sick from the flight, but was just entranced by the fact she was actually flying in the air. It wasn't something that she could see herself doing, but there were lots of things she would like to but couldn't actually see herself doing. Like Magma would like to go skiing in the Alps, but if she got pissed off, the snow would melt.
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Post by ayden on Nov 16, 2009 0:17:05 GMT
"Hah! You think I'm a typical blonde bombshell with all looks and no brain? You'd be suprised. I was in the Air Force." This girl had a attitude, and it was nonetheless interesting and something different than what Danvers was used to. Classes filled with big talk tough guys who tried to make sarcastic comments to her, asking her out on a date and the rest of that jazz. This girl had a attitude that wasn't exactly offensive, if anything, it was sort of protective of herself. "Yeah, there is no feeling to describe flying through the air at Mach 3 speeds. Also, if you ever get the chance, try sky-diving; no greater thrill than plummeting out of a plane towards the ground below." Pulling out a set of keys out of her pocket, she moved over to the Ducati. She knew that the girl was interested in the bike; which gave Danvers a idea.
"Want to ride? Scott gave me the keys." Hell, she'd probably get in a bit of trouble, but Danvers was a experienced rider and she could certainly make sure the girl wasn't in danger.
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Post by Magma on Nov 16, 2009 0:30:15 GMT
Amara eyed the black motorcycle and couldn't imagine that this teacher would offer her a ride. Something was different about this one. She was young, but still old enough to be authoritative. Amara liked that she didn't think she was odd- at least just yet. When she heard this woman suggest that Amara thought she was a dumb blonde, the girl smiled genuinely at her.
"No I didn't think that at all." she said, "People think that about me all the time. I've learned to not stereotype like that. Or I hope I don't. I just meant that I've never met a pilot before."
The teen lookes at the blonde woman with excitment as she offered her a ride. "Sure. I'd love to!" she said with a bounce in her step as she went closer to the teacher. "I'm Amara by the way. Just recently christened Magama."
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Post by ayden on Nov 16, 2009 10:04:13 GMT
"Ms. Danvers, although I guess you can call me Carol." With a slight smirk, she reffered to the instance of Amara calling her by her first name in front of other students. Carol knew how some of the other kids might react, and she really didn't need anymore cynnical remarks than she usually gets in her daily dose. "The codenames are pretty cool, huh? Bit like a comic book." The player writing this post tried not to make a mention of the fourth wall, but couldn't help himself. Either way, he'd better stop talkin and go back to writing this post.
Stepping forward, she placed her left leg over the top of the motorbike, before she brought her entire body to the front of the bike. "This is strictly between you and me, got it?" With a smile, she handed Amara the helmet, knowing that it'd be smart if the passenger wore the only protection.
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Post by Magma on Nov 16, 2009 23:08:35 GMT
Amara had no idea what a comic book was, but from its word, she figured that they had to be amusing. She didn't really care for her nickname, but she knew that it would take time for her to get used to it. Magma was hot fluid or semifluid material below or within the earth's crust, she could only see herself as that just yet.
"Yeah they are. she said half heartedly. Amara knew that her power granted her an alter ego, but she didn't want to admit it just yet. The girl climbed on the back of the Ducati and cautiously took the helmet. So this was for her head.... Amara jammed it on letting her golden curls cascade from the hemet.
You got it Carol." she smiled.
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Post by ayden on Nov 17, 2009 11:40:38 GMT
Looking behing her to make sure that Amara had the helmet on properly. She smirked when the girl had her visor still up. Reaching a gloved hand around, she flicked the black visor down with a smirk. The girl probably didn't know why she did that, but Carol merely replied with a couple of words. "So no one recognises you." Turning back to the handles, she pressed the button that opens the garage door. Whilst waiting for the door to open, she looked down at what she was wearing. Blue denim jeans with leather boots, plus a green singlet which was covered by a black leather jacket. Hell, who said bike riders couldn't dress in style? Pulling out a pair of sunglasses, which happened to be aviators, completely her rather 80's look, she turned to Amara one last time. "Ready?"
Twisting her right wrist backwards, the activated the engine and soon the motorcycle began to move. Starting out slow, she made sure to dodge the cars and the other seemingly useless garden antiques from outside the garage. Once they reached the straight driveway to the school, Carol sped up slightly, reaching about 60mph. She didn't want to go any faster yet, as she didn't know if Amara would feel comfortable, but knowing the rather eccentric blonde, she was loving it. In a way, Carol sort of viewed herself in this younger girl. She was a lot like Danvers when she was that age. "Want me to go faster?" She yelled over the brushing wind as they drove down a mountain path. The wind felt amazing, and Danvers was actually happy she wasn't wearing the helmet. She felt alive once more, and it was a priceless feeling.
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Post by Magma on Nov 18, 2009 5:14:08 GMT
Amara blinked as Carol flipped the visor down on her face. It was all tinted now. Why would she want to be concealed? Well maybe Ms. Danvers didn't want to be seen riding on someone elses bike with a student, or she could be embarrased by Amara. Either way, the teen didn't mind. It would keep her hair out of her face.
"Yup" she replied as to if she was ready. Instantly Amara felt the rumble of the bike under her legs. Amara made sure to keep her eyes opened as Carol pulled out of the drive and steadily accelerated to a faster speed. Now she knew why she needed a helmet. The wind would have made her eyes water. It took the blonde a good minute to fully appreciate the wind in her hair and the adrenaline junkie she was deep down inside.
"Faster? Hell yeah!" she shouted over the wind.
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Post by ayden on Nov 19, 2009 11:32:44 GMT
When Amara replied that she wanted to go faster, Carol smirked as her face was pelted by the wind. She could hear the adrenaline excitement in the younger girls voice, and it truly did remind her of herself when she was in the Air-Force, flying in a jet for the very first time when she was 20 years old. "You got it!" She yelled over the wind as she pulled the accelrator back a little bit more, and she watched the odometer reach 70mph. Deep down, she wanted to go to 80, but considering she had a passenger with her, it could be disasterous if there was a crash; as if they crashed at that speed, they would most certainly not make it out alive. The wind hurts like hell, but I don't want to close my eyes. She thought to herself as they sped down the hill, the sun was shining in the afternoon sky and Amara was sure as hell enjoying herself. Who says teachers couldn't be fun?
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Post by Magma on Nov 21, 2009 19:22:54 GMT
Amara's eyes widened in delight as Carol picked up the speed as they raced down the street. The trees and houses blew past her as she felt the wind resistance make the curls sticking out of her helmet fly back. It was extremely exciting riding on a motorcyle. Amara made a note to buy one of these things in the future. First she'd have to learn how to ride the damned thing.
The Nova Roman was glad that she was given a helmet to keep the wind out of her eyes. If she didn't have it, she would have missed out on the scenery of the New York landscape that surrounded her school. Everything just seemed so much more alive when she was on the back of that bike.
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