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Kijani smiled a bit at Taylor as he entered. "Good morning. I need coffee." She got up and went to the gas station minimart next door, buying the largest can of iced coffee she could get. Cracking it open, she went back outside to Taylor. "Is my car going to be okay out here by itself? Perhaps I should have left it at the hotel."
Kijani woke up at the insistent beeping of her phone alarm. She yawned, blearily wondering why her bed was so hard, and why she felt so stiff. Then she opened her eyes and realized she was not in her bed. "Oh... right." To prevent the weariness from creeping into her soul, she got moving. She got her face washed, and a clean set of clothes on, putting on makeup and fixing her hair into it's usual perfection. Then she headed out, only realizing halfway there that she'd done her face up for dirtbiking. Dirtbiking! She groaned out loud, and spoke with no one to hear her.
"You are... a creature of habit, Kijani. Idiotic, worthless habit."
She got to the KFC and went inside, the smell of greasy chicken making her stomach turn. She needed a cup of coffee, badly.
"You are... a creature of habit, Kijani. Idiotic, worthless habit."
She got to the KFC and went inside, the smell of greasy chicken making her stomach turn. She needed a cup of coffee, badly.
*dances around* I want to draw... can't find a decent reference for female orcs.
"Ten. Sure. I'll be there." She didn't know KFC was even open at that hour of the morning. But still, it would work fine for a meeting place. "I... I suppose I'll see you tomorrow, then. Don't work too hard." With that, she headed back into the bar, and out the front door. Luckily, her GPS was still functioning, so she made her way to the hotel. Fifteen minutes had her a decent room, and she managed to set her alarm and go to the bathroom before she collapsed into sleep on the bed.
“Get your clothes off.”
Even though he was rather far from her by the time he said it, Kijani felt her stomach drop to her knees as Mr. Croil spoke those words. A violent shiver ran through her body, one that had nothing to do with the frostbite creeping into her body. He could hurt her. It was just the two of them, in this isolated place. He could easily overpower her, especially since she was so weak with cold. He could do anything to her, and no one could intervene... She found her gaze darting around, looking for something to use as a weapon. Something of her panic must have shown on her face, because Mr. Croil explained his comment soon after. The logic in it brought her back to thinking, instead of panicking. “Right. The cold. You're right.” As soon as he was out of sight, she slowly started to strip down. Her dress went first, and then she peeled away her underthings as quickly as she could. Her skin felt numb underneath, and her corset almost felt like it was frozen to her skin. She got it off, though, and quickly wrapped herself up in the burlap sacks. They itched, but compared to her icy clothes, they were luxury. Once she was sure she was properly covered, she looked up.
What she saw made her nearly drop her handful of sacks. Suddenly she felt warm, blissfully warm from the core of her body. Mr. Croil... his body was so muscular, so sturdy and strong. Her heart hammered against her ribs, and she tried to avert her eyes. It was very improper for her to look at a man this way! Her head wouldn't lower, though, and she suddenly wished it had.
At first glance, she thought he had some kind of skin condition. His skin looked awful; all sorts of sickly colors stark against the worker's tan of his skin. When she found her gaze tracing the lines of the markings, she realized that it wasn't a condition, but a mass of scars. Her stomach twisted in revulsion and she pressed a fist to her mouth. Who could have done something like that to him? Why?
Speaking of why, why had he stopped moving? He would freeze to death without something to cover him... Something seemed so wrong with his movements. He looked disoriented. Like he wasn't there, in spirit. “Oh dear...” Kijani murmured to herself with half numb lips. With a burst of energy brought on by purpose, she gathered up the rest of the sacks and headed over slowly to his side of the mill.
“Mr. Croil, please...” She held out the armful of sacks, and stared at her own blue tinged toes. “Put something on you. You'll catch your death, and that would be very unfortunate...” A faint smile graced her face. “I would be rather furious with you if you died, after all the trouble I went through to come get you.” She was deliberately trying to rouse him. Perhaps frustration would get his brain working again.
Even though he was rather far from her by the time he said it, Kijani felt her stomach drop to her knees as Mr. Croil spoke those words. A violent shiver ran through her body, one that had nothing to do with the frostbite creeping into her body. He could hurt her. It was just the two of them, in this isolated place. He could easily overpower her, especially since she was so weak with cold. He could do anything to her, and no one could intervene... She found her gaze darting around, looking for something to use as a weapon. Something of her panic must have shown on her face, because Mr. Croil explained his comment soon after. The logic in it brought her back to thinking, instead of panicking. “Right. The cold. You're right.” As soon as he was out of sight, she slowly started to strip down. Her dress went first, and then she peeled away her underthings as quickly as she could. Her skin felt numb underneath, and her corset almost felt like it was frozen to her skin. She got it off, though, and quickly wrapped herself up in the burlap sacks. They itched, but compared to her icy clothes, they were luxury. Once she was sure she was properly covered, she looked up.
What she saw made her nearly drop her handful of sacks. Suddenly she felt warm, blissfully warm from the core of her body. Mr. Croil... his body was so muscular, so sturdy and strong. Her heart hammered against her ribs, and she tried to avert her eyes. It was very improper for her to look at a man this way! Her head wouldn't lower, though, and she suddenly wished it had.
At first glance, she thought he had some kind of skin condition. His skin looked awful; all sorts of sickly colors stark against the worker's tan of his skin. When she found her gaze tracing the lines of the markings, she realized that it wasn't a condition, but a mass of scars. Her stomach twisted in revulsion and she pressed a fist to her mouth. Who could have done something like that to him? Why?
Speaking of why, why had he stopped moving? He would freeze to death without something to cover him... Something seemed so wrong with his movements. He looked disoriented. Like he wasn't there, in spirit. “Oh dear...” Kijani murmured to herself with half numb lips. With a burst of energy brought on by purpose, she gathered up the rest of the sacks and headed over slowly to his side of the mill.
“Mr. Croil, please...” She held out the armful of sacks, and stared at her own blue tinged toes. “Put something on you. You'll catch your death, and that would be very unfortunate...” A faint smile graced her face. “I would be rather furious with you if you died, after all the trouble I went through to come get you.” She was deliberately trying to rouse him. Perhaps frustration would get his brain working again.
Hiya! I'm halfway through the post, finally, and I'm on Skype! If you wanna pop on and drop me a line, that'd be cool.
Hello! I'm one of the mod squad. Call me Dizzy!
I like what you have going so far, but I'd love to see a bit more expansion.
For the powers- how accelerated is her healing? I mean, I don't know a whole lot about Sabertooth, so you'll have to clue me in. I mean, Wolverine took a bullet to the head and came back, so I'd appreciate it if your girl was a liiiittle less powered than that.
For the bio, just to throw some ideas at you: Does Lexi know who her father is? Or her mother? We do have a lot of orphans running around at this school, but considering the nature of comic books, it makes sense enough to me. How was she brought up? Did she know she was a mutant's kid and might be a mutant herself, or was she in the dark?
As for the appearance, it might be my eyes, but her hair seems to be pink. Is that me seeing it wrong? (I do need to get my eyes checked, it's been a while.) I'd love to know how tall she is, and perhaps a general idea of her body type. Not saying you have to do it, but it'd be interesting if she was big and tough like her dad.
Good to see you! I hope you aren't scared off by me, haha. ><
I like what you have going so far, but I'd love to see a bit more expansion.
For the powers- how accelerated is her healing? I mean, I don't know a whole lot about Sabertooth, so you'll have to clue me in. I mean, Wolverine took a bullet to the head and came back, so I'd appreciate it if your girl was a liiiittle less powered than that.
For the bio, just to throw some ideas at you: Does Lexi know who her father is? Or her mother? We do have a lot of orphans running around at this school, but considering the nature of comic books, it makes sense enough to me. How was she brought up? Did she know she was a mutant's kid and might be a mutant herself, or was she in the dark?
As for the appearance, it might be my eyes, but her hair seems to be pink. Is that me seeing it wrong? (I do need to get my eyes checked, it's been a while.) I'd love to know how tall she is, and perhaps a general idea of her body type. Not saying you have to do it, but it'd be interesting if she was big and tough like her dad.
Good to see you! I hope you aren't scared off by me, haha. ><
I'm in the Titanpad for whoever wants to join me.
I'm available. Usually in the evening. It's currently 3:52am for me (yes, my sleep schedule IS messed up, thank you for noticing) so I'm definitely a night owl.
Kijani headed off to the office. She had a gym bag with her costume in it, as well as a CD with the music she'd chosen. She was quite ready, though she wasn't sure what the other students would think of it.
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Devika sighed faintly as the announcement was made. At least everyone would be in the gym, so she'd know where to avoid.
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Devika sighed faintly as the announcement was made. At least everyone would be in the gym, so she'd know where to avoid.
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