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Post by sara on Oct 16, 2009 20:33:35 GMT
"If every time I open my mouth you take it as a reason to start shit, that isn't me." It was also getting really freaking old. She scrubbed her hand over her face and looked at the girl. "No shit, you think? But at this point in time, right now, it doesn't suck." She was seriously contemplating just leaving. Some people's lives were worse than others and Sara understood that, but taking it out on everyone is no way to make things better. Unfortunately, it didn't seem that Jordan understood that.
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Post by arun on Oct 16, 2009 21:21:29 GMT
Jordan sat back in her chair, looking up and looking Bender in the eye. "I'm just trying to make an impression. I get up and walk out that door- you forget about me in fifteen minutes tops." And man, that option seemed seriously tempting now. "My life doesn't suck right now? This second, no. Not really. But I walk out, my hands numb out, and I sleep in an alley tonight." Clearly Bender wasn't interested in feeling sorry for Jordan, but Jordan didn't really care. The red-head wondered briefly what Bender's story was, how she'd gotten cold.
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Post by sara on Oct 17, 2009 5:50:46 GMT
Bender arched a brow. "You already made an impression, I won't be forgetting you for quite sometime." To prove her point she looked toward her shoulder. This girl really wasn't getting it, but then she didn't expect her to. "Walking out that door is your option. I'm not going to beg you to stay, that's your choice. You can either enjoy a meal and maybe for an hour or two have your life not suck, or you can walk out hungry and let the life sucking part start sooner." The girl put her elbows on the table and leaned forward. "Look, I'm not saying your life isn't shit right now. I'm not saying bad things didn't happen to you. I'm not even going to tell you it's going to be alright, because I don't know. What I'm telling you is things would be a lot easier if you didn't try to start a fight anytime someone took a breath."
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Post by arun on Oct 17, 2009 15:17:20 GMT
"You won't forget that I hurt you. There's a difference." She tugged her sleeve up, showing Bender a scar running down her arm. "This, I remember the fight. I remember getting it. I don't even remember what the guy looked like." She pushed her sleeve back down and pushed her chair back on two legs. Jordan waited untill after the other girl had finished talking, taking a shuddering breath as she thought about it. The red-head let her chair land on two legs again, wincing as the impact ran up her brused body. "Look, I don't have any answers to what you're saying. Certainly not the right ones." She paused again, still sucking on her lip. "No one ever took care of me. All the choices I've made in my life have been the kind that have kept me alive, nothing more. And yet, I still feel dead. I hurt myself because it's the only reaction I get from myself these days. I've always taken care of myself, and the thing I've learned is that you should scream and scream untill someone hears you, then run when the wrong person shows up. I've screamed untill I've had to drag myself into alleys because I couldn't stand up. But I always run." She glanced around, there were a couple more people here now, which just made her feel more claustrophobic. "They taught you not to scream. But no one ever taught me that."
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Post by sara on Oct 17, 2009 20:25:36 GMT
The girl tilted her head a bit. "How about we just put it all away for right now? try to have a normal conversation. Neither of us is ever going to understand the other unless we get to know each other. I'm hungry and tired and not really up for any kind of battle, verbal or otherwise. Will that work for you?" Both of them had been brought up vastly different, but there was still that core of them that could possibly be similar. Both of them are trying to find their way in the world and neither one are adjusting very well.
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Post by arun on Oct 18, 2009 5:10:40 GMT
Jordan breathed a sigh of releaf, not even bothing to hide it. She was tired of fighting with Bender, even though she knew she'd started it. She was tired of fighting, tired of all of it, everything that had 'hellish life' stencled across it. "Yeah, that'd be good." She said, sounding slightly defeated now. She opened her mouth to say something, then shut it with a snap as a waiter walked carefully over with their meal. He looked slightly supprised at seeing the two of them alone, Jordan had ordered enough that he'd probobly been expecting an army. Her smirk returned momentarily to her face and she nodded, "Thanks Charlie." He left without another glance, looking throughly anoyed. "So... where you from?" Jordan asked, dipping a fry in catsup.
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Post by sara on Oct 19, 2009 15:16:08 GMT
Sara waited to see what the girl would do. What decision she would make. When Jordan agreed Bender sat back in her seat and relaxed a bit. "Good." She looked up when the waiter brought their food and nodded to him. A brow went up at the exchange between the two. Bender wasn't sure what was going on but something apparently was. She shook her head and started in on her potatoes. "Virginia. You?" She took a sip of her drink and waited to see if they'd actually have a normal, stilted, but normal conversation.
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Post by arun on Oct 19, 2009 18:58:49 GMT
Jordan nodded, not entierly sure where that was but also not caring. "Im from here." She spread her arms wide, "This is my world." And someday, you're going to escape. She told herself silently, promising herself. Jordan started eating, happy for a warm meal. "So what's with the army rutine?"
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Post by sara on Oct 20, 2009 17:00:11 GMT
Sara nodded when the girl said she was from around here. "A native then. That's cool." The girl ate at her food not really sure who to do this conversation thing, but liking the not arguing part. Companionable silence would have been just as good for her right now. "I attended a military academy the last eleven years." That would pretty much explain the military thing, not counting that her dad was military.
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Post by arun on Oct 20, 2009 19:14:52 GMT
Jordan sat back in her chair, staring at Bender. She didn't consider it cool that she was a local, but whatever. And she sure didn't mind commpainionable silence. But eleven years. No wonder she was so stiff. "Um, would you accept an appology?" She asked, refurring to the other girl's life now what she'd done. "'and when did you find out? Mutants aren't poppular in the millitary."
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Post by sara on Oct 21, 2009 6:19:01 GMT
”Depends on what you are apologizing for, and less than a week ago. That’s why I’m no longer at the school. My father is in the military and our base commander…. Headmaster is a good friend of his. They couldn’t bring themselves to turn me in, so they got me out instead.” Sara’s brow furrowed at the conflict her father must be going through right now. ”We were having a bit of a competition as military academies are prone to do. It was me and one other person on my squad, we were it, and the opposing squad had nearly all members. I wanted to win, very badly. We had gotten to where they other squad was set up, and as I came off a low wall, I landed with one knee to the ground and my fist to keep my balance. That’s when the tremor hit. We won, our base commander figured it out and here I am.”
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Post by arun on Oct 21, 2009 6:28:13 GMT
"Wow. Well I am sorry about the Mutant thing. We're not a very loved part of humanity. Although hopefully the panic will pass. Blacks, gay's, mutants. Although I guess that they have more reason to freak about having their minds read then someone having a different skin color. You manafested late, right? I mean, I first did... it when I was like thirteen." She didn't actually know when a normal age was. She didn't know much about mutants as a theme. Just about herself. "Well congrats on winning."
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Post by sara on Oct 22, 2009 2:07:10 GMT
Sara just shrugged. ”I just have to overcome, improvise, and adapt. Shit happens, gotta live with it. Thanks for the congrats though, they let us keep it so I was happy.” The girl just shrugged. ”Not sure if I manifested late or not, just didn’t have any reason to use it until then I guess. Our squad usually did better than that. I hope it doesn’t come to all out war, I wouldn’t know what side to fight on. It’d be the civil war all over again. What about you? How did you find out about yours?”
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Post by arun on Oct 22, 2009 8:41:26 GMT
"Civil war. Exept the last time around both sides where even." Her words were grim, but not emotional. She knew that it could happen. But since she wasn't going to have anything to do with if it started or not, it wouldn't be anything big in her life unless it was in full swing. She hesitated, thinking about Bender's question. "I... was alone in the city. I was young and scared." She took a deep breath. "I was so scared and hurt when it showed up, I stabbed myself in the stomach, almost died." There was more, much more to the story. But she stayed silent after saying that, biting her lip again.
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Post by sara on Oct 22, 2009 15:27:32 GMT
Bender nodded conceding the point to Jordan. She watched the girl as she spoke about how her powers came about and she nodded. ”Had to be rough, maybe things will get better for you.” The girl looked up when the check came and she nodded to the waiter. She looked over at Jordan. ”Do you need money to get a place to sleep for the night?” She’d offer to help pay for the girl to get a room, but was totally wiped at the moment and seriously needed some sleep.
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