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Post by Iceman on Sept 8, 2009 13:34:06 GMT
“Hello?” the voice on the other side of the phone was so clear, so familiar. Bobby Drake missed it.
“Mom?” he asked quickly, desperately while his (literally) icy hands clung to the phone. The image inducer kept the rest of the world from seeing the translucent teenager, but he still felt self-conscious. Especially with what he was trying to do now.
“Bobby?” A sigh escaped the woman’s lips on the other side of the phone. “You’re not supposed to call here…”
“I know,” Bobby said quickly while he could already feel the phone grow heavier in his organic ice built hands. “I just wanted to see how you were and I miss you and – “
“Hello?” a male voice boomed on the phone and Bobby could feel himself shrink a bit away in the payphone booth. “Hello?” In the background he could hear his mother trying to lie about saying who it was. “Who is this?”
“Hello, this is Marc from the d-bag and associates; affiliated with a-holes united and tool co,” Bobby said quickly; slipping into the fast-talking prankster now that he heard the tone that brought him to a more vulnerable point than he had been in earlier. Naturally, the teenager instantly responded by being a complete jerk. “We have received noticed that you are actually our mook of the month and were curious as to when you can come to our corporate offices to GET BENT!” he yelled into the phone before slamming it on the hook.
Hearing the change fall into the receptacle, Bobby leaned his back against the glass of the phonebook and slid down. Shutting the image-induced icy blue eyes he brought his knees to his chest and raked a hand through his hair while letting a frigid sigh escape his lips. The base of the phone booth started to sheet over with ice from the inside and Bobby just didn’t care to stop it.
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Post by rogue on Sept 16, 2009 15:34:31 GMT
"Thank You. I 'preciate it. Have a good day." A girl in a green hoodie spoke. A brown leather gloved reached out to grab a hotdog from a snack cart on the corner. A white streak oh hair fell over a green set of eyes. They darted over towards a phone booth as the young woman over heard the exclamation of GET BENT from a familiar voice. Well, that was a good thing...she had lost track of Bobby for a bit, but she was glad she was able to find him again. Perhaps it was a bit uncalled for to follow him to boston, but you can't blame a girl for being concerned with the way he's been acting lately. Something was troubling him...she wanted to get to the bottom of it...or at least help. Even if it meant stalking him for a few hundred miles.
She strolled over to the phone booth, her green eyes peering from beneath her hood to stare at the clearly distressed young man inside. It was then she tapped on the glass to get his attention.
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Post by Iceman on Sept 30, 2009 4:32:08 GMT
Bobby exhaled a sigh when he heard that tap. He didn’t look up, though. He couldn’t bring himself to face anyone at the moment. Not when he’d taken a train from New York to Boston just to try and talk to the people that have wanted nothing to do with him since he’d gone to that damn school. It was humiliating enough that he missed them, it was worse now that he’d just wanted to hear his mother’s voice. With another exhale, he could see his breath. It was then he realized just what he was doing. His eyes shut and the tears that had gathered and solidified at the corners of his eyes reabsorbed into him along with the ice that had started to crawl up the glass.
Bobby lifted his head and looked over his shoulder. The holographic appearance of a brown haired boy with piercing blue eyes seemed to force a smile on his features to try and mask the fact that he was, in fact, heartbroken. It was Rogue. Of all the people to see such a weak moment. He stood up and popped his neck from once side to the and turned to face Rogue with the glass still between them. He expelled a breath of ice to just frost over part of the window and brought a finger to write in the slight ice. His finger wrote ‘yo’ on it before he stepped out of the phone booth. “Soooo who sent you? The Prof or one of the teachers?”
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Post by rogue on Sept 30, 2009 5:02:42 GMT
"What makes you think the prof or anyone at the institute sent me? Honestly Bobby, I'm hurt." Rogue replied with mock sadness. A smile cam across her lips as she dropped her hood and glanced back at him. She knew Bobby wasn't exactly the open and warm type or person...no pun intended, but she figured she could at least try and help him.
"I came here on my own free will. I know somethin's buggin' ya. I mean at least that's what it seems like ta' me. Obviously if you were in there in the booth like ya lost ya best friend....unless that's what you were on the phone 'bout..." she said scratching her head. "Come on Bobby, talk ta me. Tell me what's up. You don't gotta hide nothin from me or be shamed 'bout problems. Remember who you're talk'n to." she said raising her gloved hand.
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Post by Iceman on Oct 2, 2009 4:05:55 GMT
Bobby’s brow arched just slightly at the sarcasm. She was getting better at it, to be honest. He couldn’t help but let a genuine curve hit just the corners of his frosted lips but he shook it off. “Dunno. Seemed like a Prof-like thing to do. Send someone here, y’know?” He shrugged his shoulders and dismissed it quickly; allowing Rogue to actually be his friend. Something he hadn’t let anyone be for well over a year now.
His image-induced pale blue eyes slipped to her hand and he expelled brief sigh. She would understand. Probably more than anyone, he figured. He shifted the weight on his feet for a moment before looking down at his sneakers. He couldn’t talk about it. Not yet… maybe not ever. “Don’t worry about it. Just got a bit… sentimental is all.” He glowered at the phone booth as if it had been it that rejected him on the other line and not that of his parents. “But remembered just what I left. So we’re good.” He faked another wide smile and did a thumbs up as if to further drive his point.
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Post by rogue on Oct 2, 2009 16:51:41 GMT
"Sentimental...." Rogue repeated under her breath. She didn't have much of a clue of what he meant by that. Then she remembered that he was from Boston. Remembering what he gave up, it was vague but it she could kind of tie two and two together. She glanced at him when he smiled and this thumbs up to further cover up the fact that he was bothered. "I can relate to how you're feelin..." she began to play along with his "I'm fine" act. Though he locked himself up, it caused Rogue to open up a bit.
"I ain't exactly been the person you see now. I mean, I can relate to the whole rememberin what you left and being good. I ran away from my family...and I was taken in by who I thought cared 'bout me, but in reality they just wanted 'ta use my powers for their crimes. That was one of the reasons to come to the institute...along with tryin to get my powers under control...but the latter part doesn't seem to be working out...." she sighed. She took a bite of her hot dog, chewing slowly while she started to think about her life so far. Most people would have probably gone crazy by now with her powers. Some how she was still coping and managing. She believed that someday, she would be able to gain control of her powers. However it's been two years since she had joined Xavier and not an ounce of progress had come out of it.
"While I could just drain off a bit of ya energy and get a piece of your mind to know whats really goin on up in that head of yours, but I won't pry. I will just say that...you ain't alone. We're worlds apart, but at the same time...we can both relate to each others problems. To tell ya the truth, I've been considering leaving the mansion for awhile now."
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Post by Iceman on Oct 4, 2009 3:24:10 GMT
Bobby wanted to scoff right in Rogue’s face. His lip had curled in preemption to do so. He stopped himself, however. It was that link of being a bit caught up in their own powers and unable to shut them off that kept his lips and that click of his bitter tongue from saying anything. The hard frost of his gaze thawed only slightly. There was difference really. Bobby didn’t choose that separation from his parents. He had wanted that perfect life and had it. Everything had been perfect and then he had to be different. His power hadn’t started out as out of control as it was. He made freagin’ snow, for crying out loud! But it was that subtle difference that made the Drakes want no part in their own son. The Professor was entitled his legal guardian before Bobby could have said ‘x-gene.’
He wanted to take all of it back.
The passing years, Bobby changed. He had remained immature and the running joke of the X-men and the Institute, sure. But there was something angry about the young man now. He chose to enroll at Xavier’s and explore his gifts and now look at him. He was made of ice and had just been crying in a phone booth trying to talk to people who wanted to pretend he didn’t exist. It was enough to rack another shallow grunt from him. He restrained himself, though, and listened.
“You really think I’d care if you wanted a peek into that winter wonderland?” Bobby asked with an arched brow as he brought a finger to indicate his head. They weren’t that far off and, as much as Bobby didn’t want to admit it at times, he could relate to her. Maybe not entirely, but enough. At the end of what Rogue had said, his gaze lifted to actually look at her again. “You too huh?” he asked as his charade of a happy demeanor slipped just a bit.
He looked toward the phonebook he’d left and back at Rogue. “Look… don’t tell anyone I came here. But I was trying to call my parents, okay? Don’t know why, really. I just thought… I don’t know. Just thought that maybe they’d gotten past the whole ‘your kid’s a freak’ thing.” He exhaled a sigh. “They still want to pretend I don’t exist. Fine by me I guess… after all… I doubt they’d think much different if they found out they had a walking popsicle for a kid.” A ball of ice formed in his hand and he just couldn’t contain the frustration anymore. He whipped his shoulder in a motion and snapped his hips to hurl the ice straight at the phone booth that had hurt him so. When he heard the glass shatter, Bobby’s jaw set. “It was a fucking mistake.”
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Post by rogue on Oct 6, 2009 5:47:34 GMT
"It ain't no winter wonderland. Stop puttin ya self down all the time." She sighed. Now if only she was able to take her own advice, which did sometimes. He referred to himself as a human ice cube and she referred to herself as the girl with the death touch. Both of them clearly had issues but it was nothing they couldn't get through together, right? She was actually being positive for once, even though it was a front. She felt that she had to be the strong one since Bobby was the one really hurting at the moment. REALLY hurting. She didn't know how much until he spilled the reason of why exactly he had came to Boston. Family issues, of course. It seemed to be a popular situation with a lot of students at the mansion, whether they were orphaned, abandoned, or their family was just deceased.
Rogue bit her lip and jumped when Bobby shattered the phone booth. She didn't need to drain him to know how he was feeling. Anger and sadness were bad alone, but when you mix them together, it was dreadful...she knew it all too well. "It's their loss." she said timidly. No, Rogue didn't feel fit to play Ms. Moral support especially when she was just as much a wreck as he was, but he needed someone. And she would be there for him.
"You, Bobby are one of tha most 'mazin guys I've ever met. I know that when eva I feel bad, I can always count on you to cheer me up. Ain't nobody else I feel as comfortable around as you. No body I can be open wit my feelin's 'bout. You're like...one of my, if not the best friend I have at the mansion now that I think 'bout it. I understand...you want control and how frustratin' it is not ta have it. You wish you can go back...but ya can't. The professor said I have a powerful gift. Any power I want just by touchin' the right person, but at the cost of great power, I can't hug or kiss or shake a hand without bein covered up. So please..." she said slipping a gloved hand on his. "You're a great friend and I love you for that. And I won't tell nobody 'bout this trip. We'll sat we came to see the Liberty bell or somethin'. Though I don't know what I'll say when I leave again."
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Post by Iceman on Oct 21, 2009 14:04:04 GMT
Bobby couldn’t help but selfishly wrap himself in the icy shell he’d already started to put up. Just hearing his parents’ words on that other end reminded him just how much he hated himself for all of this. It wasn’t his fault he was a mutant but there was just a part of him that detested just who he’d become because it was something that the people he’d loved for the majority of his life hated to the point where he couldn’t be their child anymore. It hurt, but it just sparked a certain hatred that Bobby couldn’t even properly express. The very idea of him was offensive to someone. How would anyone be able to force a smile on their face when they knew that?
He listened to Rogue, not necessarily believing it for a second but found a bit of comfort that the words were said; no matter how false they were. Lately, he hadn’t been a good anything. If he had been, he certainly hadn’t felt like he was. He wasn’t feeling great knowing that Rogue was being forced to consol him like this, but what else did he expect? He would do that for her and had time and time again. Being the good friend had been his job and he was failing miserably at that too. Why wouldn’t someone just put him out of his damned frosted misery?
He brought a slight smile to his features when Rogue’s hand went on his; not necessarily feeling the touch of the glove but noticing that slight warmth from the contact. “Well… maybe not the Liberty Bell… That’s in Philadelphia,” he snickered for a moment and gave the gloved hand a friendly squeeze before he retracted his hand. “Thanks.”
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