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Post by Multiple on Nov 12, 2009 14:44:39 GMT
Jamie wasn’t always the one sneaking out of the Academy. Actually, there was usually at least one dupe taking care of a few “loose ends.” Today, one of those clones were doing just that. What appeared to be James Arthur had finished taking care of a few things was in New York. Oddly enough, this wasn’t anything seedy. He wasn’t about to rob anyone or steal a car. Instead, the dupe was working on trying to find not only a job, but trying to send the cash he had (that was acquired through less than legal means) to his grandmother in Kansas. They weren’t complicated errands and Jamie had sent the dependable one of his duplicates out to take care of everything. That did not, however, mean that a wandering mind was left once the duplicate was finished doing what he’d set out to do.
After filling out that last application, the duplicate opted to explore the city he only ventured to when taking care of some things for his originator. He always did as told, but now, now it was only Arthur’s prerogative for a few hours. The tall young man walked along once of the paths in central park; truly observing New York for the first time.
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Post by Magma on Nov 12, 2009 20:53:45 GMT
Amara didn't know what to do with herself after her classes were done. It had taken her a while to adjust to life in New York compared to her quite city she used to once live in. However Magma did like something about this new society- shopping in the New York stores. Amara was given a small allowance from her father to buy the things she needed; meaning clothing, extra food, transportation- not 50 dollar underwear and jeans in the three digit range. What could a girl that lived in NY do? She was surrounded by temptations such as the entire Fifth avenue.
But there was nothing that could keep her from Central park. Amara made her way with her H&M bag through the greenery. The blonde teen walked along in her Ugg Boots and an outfit straight out of a magazine. Amara closed her eyes and took a deep breath of fresh air in. It was a lot nicer here than between the city alley ways. However, Amara kept walking as she closed her eyes and hit a very solid object.
"Oh." she said while looking up at the tall guy who she stupidly ran into. "Sorry."
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Post by Multiple on Nov 12, 2009 21:34:13 GMT
For some reason, the duplicate had never technically learned a few rules when in a new city. One of which was in regards to not looking so blatantly like a tourist. He hadn’t been looking where he was going and it wasn’t until he felt a collision that he snapped out of the brief moment of country boy and looked down at the blonde that had run into him. His brows shot up for a second; partially because of the sheer fact that the wind had been knocked out of him and the other because… well the girl was cute.
“Nah,” he said with a shake of his head and a dismissive expression before a slow grin slid up his features, “It’s fine.” A hand rose to rub the back of his neck while he took a moment to just get over the sheer hotness of this girl. Naturally, it would have been a pure Jamie Madrox move to scoff and turn this girl away. There were, after all, plenty of fine young women at the Academy. But this particular duplicate couldn’t bring himself to do that. He didn’t have that defensive aspect. That was a different clone all together. “I should have been looking where I was going.”
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Post by Magma on Nov 12, 2009 21:54:02 GMT
Amara looked up at the guy she ran into and had to blush a bit. He was cute, really cute. But since when weren't there hot guys running around the city. It was after all model capitol. Amara confidentally smiled at the guy as he spoke to her.
"Its alright, but how do you know that I don't make it a habit to run into good looking guys?" she asked with a wry smile. Amara saw something that struck her fancy, just like she wanted those wedge boots. This 17 year old should have been worried about attracting pedos and stalkers, but with the ability to harness the Earth's core it was hard not to have an air of confidence, sometimes borderline smug.
"I'm Amara." she said while smiling brightly at him.
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Post by Multiple on Nov 12, 2009 22:28:04 GMT
The duplicate let out a laugh and smirked. She was good. “Well, there’s no way I can tell if that’s your thing.” His hand dropped from the back of his neck to rest lazily in the pocket of his beaten up leather racing jacket. “But then again, I might just be trolling along to get rammed into by pretty girls,” he volleyed with smirk. His brow arched briefly before his smile widened into a grin.
He almost hesitated in giving his name. Almost. After all, he was technically out on marching orders earlier and filling out everything out under the name Jamie Madrox. Did this count too? It was hardly a debate. This duplicate was dependable and hard working. Unfortunately for Jamie’s prospects, that did not mean that this clone was by any means selfless. “Arthur,” he introduced with a grin; giving himself a name possibly for the first time. “Or Art,” he added, deciding that he wouldn’t have minded a nickname.
“So you here on business or pleasure?” he asked curiously as he eyed the shopping bags only in a brief flicker.
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Post by Magma on Nov 13, 2009 2:31:45 GMT
Amara looked up at the tall guy's expression as he returned her little jest. Her sapphire colored eyes scanned him up and down and pretended to seriously question his motives. "You do look like one of those guys. But then I might be one of those girls that doesn't mind being knocked into." she added with a wry smile.
"Arthur? I like Art. Well I was on a very important buisness trip. I was in desperate need for some clothes. What about you, Art? Just wandering around without a purpose or actually doing some research on the plants indigenous to NYC?" she asked with a slight sarcastic bite.
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Post by Multiple on Nov 13, 2009 19:50:36 GMT
Arthur grinned to himself. She could play. And actually, it seemed that she could play fairly well. His own eyes sized her up; not really caring if she were like his originator or not. ‘Special’ or a freak by some standards. As far as anyone knew, Arthur was in New York and was an average guy. He could be pretty fine with that, despite the fact that Jamie would sock him for it later. Meh. It wasn’t like it was the first time any of the duplicates tried to act independently. He just decided to roll with it. “Well, I feel less like a predator when I say ‘mission accomplished’ then.”
“Oh wardrobe business,” Art nodded with a smirk, “heavy stuff.” He nodded almost sagely. As if he even knew what that implied for a girl. I.e. he didn’t. Jamie (and consequently Art) lived in a school full of high maintenance dames and the mutant(s) spent a good chunk of time avoiding as many shopping trips as possible. “Actually,” he corrected while his gaze left to look around the park and then back at Amara, “I’ve been kind of trolling for a job and mailing some stuff out. The research was just a pit stop.” Art couldn’t help but laugh just a bit at the idea and winked.
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Post by Magma on Nov 13, 2009 20:33:47 GMT
Amara couldn't help but look up to this guy- besides actually looking up to him. He didn't mind her somewhat pushy manner. It was a gift from her outspoken father. The blonde looked up to him as he added his little pun, she commented only by smirking. The Nova Roman would have said the same thing, but quoted Caesar or some Greek Myth. However she knew that her latin teachings would be lost in this society.
"Heavy? " she asked with a curious tone. She knew a few slang terms from just walking around the mansion, but she didn't know them all. What in the world did heavy mean? Her bags were heavy? Not really it was only two things in them. Amara shrugged and moved onto the next part of the conversation as if she didn't ask anything.
"A job? I need one of those." she added, thinking about all the money she spent under her father's name. Amara caught that flirtatious wink he cast her and she adverted her eyes in the way most girls did when they were flattered with a compliment.
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Post by Multiple on Nov 15, 2009 16:16:02 GMT
Jamie Madrox had encountered the woman at the Mass Academy for the last few years. It was almost clockwork the way some of the girls could be and, thus, almost second nature for Arthur to deal with any pushy person. That tilt of her lip was cute and he couldn’t help but jones for them just a bit. He remained patient, though. At first he didn’t catch that she didn’t get the slang he’d used but didn’t think much of it. Not like the people at the academy got him, the dupes, or Jamie anyways. So, he just kind of shrugged it off. Maybe she wasn’t from here too. Though, the shopping bags could indicate different.
“Well, honestly, if you need help lookin’ for a place… I just went to about every joint with a hiring sign if you want some good pointers,” Art offered with a grin. What was it about this girl? There something about her that was off about her in the best sense of it. He caught the aversion of her blue eyes and his gaze cast elsewhere too as if he’d been caught.
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Post by Magma on Nov 15, 2009 20:30:55 GMT
Amara knew that she wasn't cut out to work in this town. There were too many rude and obnoxious people that would mostly just set her off and make her blow then entire establishment. Amara shook her head and grinned at Art just at the thought of destroying the entire Macy's department store.
"For some reason I can't imagine my hot temper dealing with the stupidity of the masses." she chuckled. "But I wouldn't mind a few pointers. Who knows, I might find a job that doesn't require me to interact with them." Amara said. Maybe she would be able to work for someone that needed her lava skills- like a bar that wanted a human girl on fire as a decoration. Amara could just stand there and scare them senslessly.
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Post by Multiple on Nov 18, 2009 14:49:34 GMT
Arthur had no idea that this girl had a temper… or a power that reflected such. It wouldn’t have changed anything. Again, nothing he wouldn’t have already been used to. Typically Jamie and the dupes had a temper all their own. Really, Arthur speculated that should he get a job around here, it wouldn’t last.
“Meh. I have a low stupid tolerance too,” he shrugged with a slight grin, “but their idiocy just kinda makes for good stories later. You know… after the blinding hatred for stupid passes.” Arthur let out a laugh; hoping this girl wasn’t going to categorize him in the demographic of morons. “Good luck,” he cracked with a wide-set smile.
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Post by Magma on Nov 18, 2009 22:25:22 GMT
Hmm so that was how you tolerated a job in this town. Amara made a note to keep that in mind when- if- she wanted to. The teen smiled when she found out that he didn't flinch at her comment about her temper. Most people figured with her cute apperance, she wouldn't be such a hot head. That was something this girl had to work on.
"So you've had some run ins with idiots too? I think there should be a support group for us victims." she added with a faux serious face.
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Post by Multiple on Nov 22, 2009 15:28:45 GMT
Jamie had been tossed in a proverbial snake pit of girls that had worse tempers than he would have ever imagined. So, naturally, had Arthur. Then again, it wasn’t like Arthur or his originator was known for being the most even tempered guy. Having multiples meant that vengeance could be carried out easily. Arthur, personally, wasn’t that much of an ass but he knew his boss probably more than Jamie knew himself.
“Well there is a group I go to regularly for that on Wednesdays,” he said with a stoic nod that was given away by the wry smirk on his lips that broke onto his features in quick succession. “They give us jackets and the coffee’s not all that bad either.”
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Post by Magma on Nov 26, 2009 2:30:47 GMT
Amara laughed as he continued on with her joke. Most of the guys at the Mansion were serious. Well she'd only met the russian, but she could only guess that most of them were just the same. Now Amara was a very serious person, however she did like to have a good time. It seemed like Arthur was just that.
"Jackets, coffee? What more could a girl ask for?" she smiled. Amara beckoned her head up too look at him, she had to squint just to see his expression in the bright sunlight.
"So are you from around here? Like 5th Ave or something?" the blonde girl asked curiously.
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Post by Multiple on Dec 3, 2009 16:18:02 GMT
"I don't know," Arthur said with almost an arrogant sigh that was clearly a joke as his eyes essentially rolled at his own antic. His smile curled widerand he couldn't help but enjoy that Amara was not only getting most of his jokes but also playing along. So very few of the girls from the Academy did that. Personally, he blamed Jamie's attitude for it considering his original was a borderline sociopath at times. So, Arthur lapped this up.
"Not really. Technically speaking, I'm from Kansas. Then moved to Boston to go to school, and now I'm here to try and find a job," he explained, almost crossing his own eyes at how ridiculous that must have sounded. "If that made any sense..." he added with a laugh before his shoulders came up into a lazy shrug. "What about you? You native to the area?"
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