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Post by Multiple on Nov 2, 2009 5:51:43 GMT
It was late. Probably way too late for Jamie Madrox to really consider to be night. It had started to cross well into the morning as he made his way quietly down the hall with an expression that read “exhausted” on his features. His blue gaze was bloodshot on the edges of the whites of his eyes while he was sure dark circles were starting to form. With each step, Jamie could feel the weight of the world settling in and John came to his mind. “Fuck,” he grumbled under his breath as he wished he hadn’t lost his fake ID or could smoke on campus without repercussions. That meant sobriety was well on its way and that the young man would really have to remember why he didn’t like sleeping. Restlessly he reached for his lighter and flicked it open and closed. Open—click. His jaw set for a moment as the accident flashed through his head in a dizzying whir and Jamie found his stomach churning. With another click, the lighter shut and thudded onto the floor while he clutched his mouth.
Motherfucker.
He sprinted towards to bathroom; bursting through the men’s room to acquaint himself with the porcelain receptacle and his stomach turned inside out. The contents of cheese fries and enough Jack Daniels to slosh a pony left his system; leaving him sober and dry heaving for a moment. After several coughs and the moisture at the edges of his eyes, he felt a tap on his shoulder and looked up at the Dupe he’d left behind as his decoy offered a snicker and a toothbrush. “Water,” Jamie requested as he finally got up and flushed. He walked to the sink and took a drink from the sink before brushing his teeth. Yep, he was fucking sober now. He switched clothes with the dupe and reabsorbed his clone and looked in the mirror.
For right now, this was as good as it was going to get.
He brushed his teeth at least two more times before ducking out of the bathroom and starting to go back down the hall. Hopefully he didn’t look so much like he was breaking the rules at this point while in a pair of boxers and a plain green and white baseball shirt. His bare feet nearly skid to a stop as he heard what could have been someone approaching and he turned around as if to check.
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Post by northstar on Nov 2, 2009 7:51:08 GMT
Nightime/early morning was really the best time for Jean-Paul. During this hour most of the students and teachers where asleep and he could really come and go as he pleased. With his speed and flight he could go out for the night, have fun and be back before anyone was the wiser. Of course there was always that ever too important sneaking back onto campus. The first few times he had almost been caught but had learned some helpful ideas for avoiding unwanted attention and repercussions for going out at night. It was that life here was bad in anyway really, Jean-Paul just got bored quickly and when he could travel to the nightclubs in seconds it was too tempting to go out and do something.
Of course now he was tired, still trying to sneak back to his room and would probably bomb his test in the morining but it was worth it. So many cute guys had been out tonight and Jean-Paul had even gotten some phone numbers. Looking like it was going to be a good week for him. As he moved through the halls he moved quickly but not so much to cause a disturbance. It wouldn't be very subtle of him to cause a wind sheer and knock over everything that wasn't nailed down.
However he was moving just fast enough that as he tried to go past the bathroom Jaime Madrox appeared out of nowhere. The speedster tried to put the brakes on but really this looked like it was just going to be a bad case of poor timing on both their times.
"Crap!" he hissed from between his teeth as Jaime's profile took over his whole vision and he knew impact was miliseconds away.
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Post by Multiple on Nov 3, 2009 7:50:35 GMT
WHUMF!
Before Jamie could have known otherwise he was slammed right in the side by a blur that he could only describe as a semi at the moment. As if it were clockwork from that point on, Jamie crashed to the floor; several dupes cushioning his fall while a few more landed on top. It was hard to tell where one Jamie ended and the other began in the pile of human debris. “… ow,” came the pained bellow from Jamie as the impulse to yack, yet again, rose and slowly subsided.
Progressively while Jamie gained his bearings his surplus popped right back into his form; resulting in a full on set of aches and pains from being an eight-Jamie dog pile. “Damn,” he groaned as he sat up and looked towards JP with indifference. “What the hell dude?”
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Post by northstar on Nov 3, 2009 21:42:10 GMT
Sure enough Jean-Paul collided with Jaime like a runaway train. He watched as the mutant turned into a one man dog pile. JP was only slightly more fortunate as the collision sent him down the hall. Fortunately unlike alot of speedsters he could fly and used a brief moment of weightlessness to keep himself airborne until he could put on the breaks and land. Of course he still hit several things but it wasn't nearly as bad as what happened to the other student. He was a little tender from the collision but hopefully nothing that would leave a mark.
"What the hell indeed Jaime?" he said with a slight attitude, Jean-Paul really didn't like messing up while using his mutant power, with the ability to travel as quickly as he could errors were rarely forgiveable.
"I mean who wanders the halls this late at night? Honestly?"
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Post by Multiple on Nov 7, 2009 19:03:56 GMT
Jamie Madrox looked over at Jean-Paul with a sour look that rivaled curdled milk. That very comparison alone let his gag reflex irk in his throat again. Honestly, had the entire contents of his stomach not been spewed into the toilet just moments ago, he probably would have laughed this entire thing off. But, Jamie had just ralphed his gut inside out and he had just been in a dogpile of surplus Jamies to add to his discomfort. “I know, damn,” he replied with a bit of fatigued venom. “I’ll try to hold in my puke until the timing’s right for you.”
[sorry i suck today]
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Post by northstar on Nov 16, 2009 7:07:18 GMT
So Jaime was less then thrilled that Jean-Paul had collided with him. To be honest the speedster hadn't even been moving that fast given the late hour and the poor visual conditions. If this had happened during the day JP would've been moving much faster and some real damage might have been done. The snide remark made JP almost laugh out loud. This kid really did like to have an attitude about him when he was up late and apparently hurling.
"Look sweetie, not my fault you can't hold your liquor. But if you do try and puke on me I can promise you'll end up wearing most of it." Before he could continue his conversation though there was one thing JP had to do. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a pack of Orbit's gum and tossed a piece to the fellow student.
"Seriously Jaime, your breath smell's like the dumpster of a McDonalds or something."
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