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Post by Multiple on Nov 2, 2009 6:17:51 GMT
Sometimes, Jamie loathed how easily television could influence him. It wasn’t one of those sort of things that came with wanting to change a person’s life. Hell no! Jamie Madrox was perfectly happy(ish) with how he was. Hell, it was fun. But he wasn’t about to flip all that around because he watched some Lifetime movie. Nope.
He had just watched Fight Club.
Usually, James Arthur Madrox was not stupid enough to imitate things he saw on television. But Tyler frickin Durden just got him amped enough where all Jamie wanted to do was punch someone in the face. That… and boredom. So now he was geared up in form fitting muscle tank and a pair of loose fitting black pants; as was his dupe. With their hands taped up, it wasn’t hard to figure out what he was planning. Hard rock was blaring from the stereo at the moment; making all of this just perfect. Blue eyes narrowed at one another as Jamie and his carbon copy circled one another on the mats; their bare feet not making a sound.
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Post by monet on Nov 2, 2009 17:16:52 GMT
Monet was up for a little training and a good smack down. That may or may not have been because she had just finished watching the first Mortal Kombat movie. There was just something about that techno music. Once you hear it, you just get the urge to beat the hell out of someone. It was so serious that Monet had dressed herself up exactly how Sonya Blade was in the movie. A black tank top, black short shorts, a pair of black boots and her hair pulled back in a pony tail.
With a CD in hand, she entered the training room, but she wasn't alone. Apparently someone else decided to get in a little sparring against themselves...literally. She shook her head at Jamie and inched over towards the radio slipping in the compact disk. Hard Rock was replaced by techno.
"MORTAL KOMBAT!"
" Excellent." Monet smiled crossing her arms.
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Post by Multiple on Nov 3, 2009 5:17:19 GMT
Jamie’s intentions for kicking some serious ass were at hand. Fiesty blue eyes stayed on one another while fists clenched and relaxed in almost a mirror image. Each was looking for that shift in weight that would signify that first strike. The mutant consciously tried not to read his clone’s intentions mentally. Instead it was the shift of the Dupe’s feet that gave him away.
The attack would have landed successfully but the change from steady rock to erratic techno threw off their focus; tripping on his own feet. The copy collided with his originator to result in about four more duplicates tumbling to the floor with Jamie at the bottom. “… fuck,” he groaned before looking up and over at Monet and providing a smirk to compliment the waggle that came from his eyebrows. “Hey there sweetness, come here often?” he joked while he eyed her getup.
“Dayum!” his moronic copies whistled in unison; causing Jamie to roll his eyes (while certainly agreeing) before he absorbed the surplus.
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Post by monet on Nov 6, 2009 5:03:51 GMT
Snickering at their tumble, Monet pressed the stop button and smiled brightly. "Bravo." she said giving Jamie and his duplicates a small round of applause. Setting a hand on her hip, her lips curled up into a smirk. She appreciated the dupes' little out burst. It was rather satisfying to know that the work she put into her looks were appreciated.
"I do come here a lot. Have to stay in shape you know? It's not easy trying to stay beautiful. Is it? Whats your secret?" she winked back and chuckled. "So, what exactly are you up to down here, Jamie? Besides trying to beat yourself up."
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Post by Multiple on Nov 6, 2009 22:42:20 GMT
Jamie looked around for a moment, pretending that Monet was possibly talking to someone other than himself before he sat up from where he had landed and pointed to himself as if he were somehow astounded by that compliment. “Well, personally, I keep my girlish figure with the whole binge and purge method.” It was a lie. There was no way the likes of James Arthur Madrox, a boy who was known clean out a fridge in record time under the excuse he was ‘eating for eleven,’ could ever be Manorexic. It was just a foul idea all together. “That and lots and lots of bean dip,” he added as a side note with a smirk.
He pushed himself to stand and cracked his neck. “Well… I just kind of watched Fight Club. So I was trying to go all Tyler Durden and yeah… I was literally just trying to beat myself up I guess.” He brought his shoulders up into a shrug. “Aka I was bored and don’t want detention,” he rolled his eyes at his own antics, “… today.”
“How bout you princess? Don’t you know it ain’t safe to be goin’ out in little numbers like that with hooligans like myself lurking around here?”
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Post by monet on Nov 8, 2009 0:28:38 GMT
"Oh really? Well, you don't get beef like that from just throwing up. Obviously, you must be doing something else. To keep that girlish figure" she said making quotes with her fingers. There was just something about Jamie that made him stand out from the other guys at the academy. Maybe it was his 'I don't give a crap' rebel boy attitude. That and he was freaking hilarious. Usually the only thing that tickled Monet's funny bone was laughing at other people's flaws, but Jamie had a talent to make her chuckle. People found his antics annoying, she thought they were adorable. She thought he was adorable, well obviously he had it going on, but she wouldn't blatantly state that she had the hots for him.
"Well, you know, I'll just take my chances..." Monet smiled walking over and circling him. " Besides, why does the girl always have to be cautious? The guy could be in danger too..." she smiled running her index finger across the back of his neck.
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Post by Multiple on Nov 8, 2009 6:05:08 GMT
Sometimes Jamie was seriously shocked not only that Monet wanted to talk to him, but also that there was some amusement that came from her typically was just astounding to him. But, that surprise never surfaced on his features or in his tone. Just as easily as any other opportunity for an easy session of goofing around, he just played off of her comments like he did everyone else’s. There was so much more intrigue in it since he definitely knew that dames that were as hot as Monet St. Croix just didn’t find guys that were like him in the least bit to be funny or interesting. Hotness aside, Jamie would treat Monet like he did anyone else. If she could play, game on. If she couldn’t, game on anyways and it would be ten times more unbearable. “I told you, bean dip helps.” He nodded sagely with a smirk
“Suit yourself,” he warned jokingly in a singsong voice with a devious expression on his face. Goosebumps fledged their way to the surface of the skin of his forearms when he felt her finger but he said nothing at first. “He could, but I suppose that would depend, wouldn’t it?” he asked with an arched brow as he craned his neck to follow her with his gaze.
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Post by monet on Nov 12, 2009 2:21:15 GMT
"Bean dip. Never really cared for that. I'm more of a salsa girl. I like it hot and spicy." she said as her finger took a detour from his neck and slid down his back. Monet floated backwards and crossed her arms as her lips tugged into a smirk.
"Of course it depends. How long do you think you'd last against me? Though could I possibly bring myself to bring harm to you, even if it were a friendly sparring match? I'd much rather go see a movie or grab a bite to eat than kick your little bubble butt ass. It all depends on you, Mr. Madrox." she said curling a fist and giving him a little wink.
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Post by Multiple on Nov 12, 2009 17:09:54 GMT
Jamie’s train of thought strained to travel a bit when he felt that finger linger down his back. He looked over his shoulder before turning to face Monet; all the while trying not to look like he was losing his cool. Whether that was actually working, he had no idea. He was sure a dupe would have been snickering if they were out to witness.
“I could last a bit. Depends on how long you can go without using those fancy powers of yours,” Jamie flexed briefly before snickering at his own attempt. “I think I could make you harm me. I do tend to have that effect on people.” His lips curled into a mischievous smirk at her wink. “Though, I guess a bite or a movie would be fine. Since, you know, I don’t want to hurt you while you try to force yourself to lay a hand on these buns o’ steel.” He scoffed as he turned around and clenched his butt cheeks and did a brief booty wiggle. “I don’t want to embarrass you too much. So dinner it is.”
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Post by monet on Nov 19, 2009 22:41:33 GMT
"Pfft. I don't need my powers to take you out. I'd have to. Last thing I need is Frost or Braddock yapping in my ear about putting a fellow student in the Infirmary because of a little horseplay." she sighed rubbing her chin with an annoyed expression just thinking about it. Oh, but wait. Her eyes glanced back to Jamie as he decided to give off a little display of his backside. If they were anime characters, Ms. St. Croix would be standing there with a nose bleed, but she remained with a collected front and appeared to be unaffected by his rear.
"Hm, wow. You don't want to embarrass me? I guess chivalry isn't quite dead. Any particular kind of meat you're up for eating? Thai, Chinese, BBQ?"
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Post by Multiple on Nov 22, 2009 15:08:58 GMT
Despite how terrifying it probably was to hear Monet say that she just didn’t want to be in trouble for hospitalizing Jamie, he let out a slight laugh at it. He would have hoped that he would have at least some prowess in … something. Alas, one of Jamie’s constant issues was the fact that his dupes did all the work for him and it left him with all of the talent and knowledge… but none of the drive. He turned back to face Monet after his little show, almost disappointed in seeing no reaction. Not even an arched eyebrow! It was all about the response and nothing. NOTHING!
“Course it ain’t dead baby. Not when James Arhtur Madrox is around… and in a good mood,” he added jokingly and threw in a wink to make the jest clear. “Thai food?” he asked with a quirked brow. He’d never had it before and for some reason the thought of it intrigued him. He made a mental note to send out his dupes to try different foods and nearly kicked himself for not thinking of it sooner.
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Post by monet on Dec 7, 2009 19:41:23 GMT
"Oh Joy." she responded in a sarcastic tone and rolling her eyes as she turned her back as if to ignore him. A rather rude gesture, but confirmed that she was only joking when she shot him a smile. She almost fell over to the floor when he asked what Thai food was. How could he NOT have had any before? What kind of life was he living?
"Oh, well I guess that will be the choice on the menu. It is a must that you try it. Once you do, you will get hooked. Though, if you can't handle spicy, maybe we should stay clear of something more tame and suitable for punks." she snickered.
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Post by Multiple on Dec 26, 2009 14:51:41 GMT
Jamie grinned at the sarcastic response. Yes! She could take his odd tendencies and fire back in a similar fashion. Perfect, really. He wasn’t necessarily sure just how well everything would go over if Monet ended up bolting away from James Arthur Madrox… or worse, punching him in the face. His lazy smile stayed that way with just that hint of mischief when she had indicated by way of expression that she herself was kidding around as well. Had he known that not having Thai food was an indication of poverty, well, Jamie wouldn’t have been all that fazed. He had been just kind of an average Midwestern kid until Miss Frost had bailed him out. Thai was not one of Kentucky’s cuisine choices.
“Pfft! Me? Tame and a punk? Please,” Jamie scoffed with a smirk as his brow arched in a way that may as well have been him beckoning her with a hand that said ‘bring it on’ in every pull of his expression. “I’ll kick that food’s ass and ask for seconds.” He flashed a quick wink to indicate that he was joking… sort of.
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Post by monet on Feb 1, 2010 17:22:57 GMT
"Now that is what I like to hear." she smiled as she strolled over next to him and looping her arm around his. "Granted, I know many guy are at a disadvantage when it comes to strength...but, as long as you've got confidence, that's all that really matters."...a good looks of course, but she wouldn't really say that to Jamie out loud. There was no need to anyway, he was already cute. On top of that he actually had character and while his slacker attitude and jokes might put most women off, Monet found him to be entertaining. Better to have someone to make you laugh than to bore you to tears. That was for sure.
"I think it's safe to say that we should probably go get ready. You do have a decent suit to wear...right? No jeans and T-shirts where we're going."
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Post by Multiple on Feb 20, 2010 17:28:47 GMT
“Well, confidence is somethin’ I got. So we’re good,” he smirked. He had more than enough confidence for him and his duplicates. Well, he at least faked it well, anyways. That smirk slipped into a grin as he didn’t hesitate from her arm (despite the fact that she could probably crush him like a grape). It was weird when someone didn’t mind the way he acted, especially someone he did actually find himself attracted to. Hell he somehow got a date over literally beating himself up. How awesome was this?
“Yeah I got it somewhere… I think,” he replied as he tried to remember where he’d put his dress clothes. If not, he could very well snag someone else’s getup. Not like there’d be anything new about that. “I’ll work it out though.” He added with a smile before he nodded to the door. “Meet you in the front in like, an hour?”
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