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Post by Hunter on Aug 19, 2012 14:02:34 GMT -7
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She watched as her fellow mutant demonstrated her abilities, grabbing a twig. Her eyes went all black and glowy, then she tossed it into the air, where it soared a good few yards higher than it should have, then descended at about half the speed it should have. "Wow, that's still impressive," Dana stated. "You ever tried going all Ender's Game and make yourself zero-g?" Heck, the girl's mind was already racing about the possibilities of that power; reduce the g-forces someone feels, affecting acceleration, inertia... heck, if she became powerful enough, she might even be able to create a black hole! The world could be her bouncy house! "I bet stuff like that would come in handy if you ever go into space, huh?" [/style]
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Post by bree on Aug 19, 2012 18:47:42 GMT -7
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[/td][td][STYLE=width:340px; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:000000; text-align:justify] Bree raised her eyebrow at Dana as she spoke, not knowing entirely what she was on about. "Ender's Game?" She asked rather confusedly before continuing. "And... I've tried. But I can't go that far yet. The further I can go is what I showed you..." Bree mumbled her last sentence and looked at the ground before shooting up again at the mention of space. "Why would I ever go there? How could you think something so... Pointless as that?" Bree asked. Dana confused her in the way that she seemed to think. Honestly Bree didn't know all that much about how gravity really worked. She got the general idea of it, as much as you could really get from just reading old textbooks, but other then that it was pratically lost on her. She didn't feel the need to research it either seen as, well, she could subvert most of it's laws. At least she thought she could. "I don't know much about my power, how it works or anything like that. I don't... Know much about anything really. I haven't been to High School ever, or any School since I- Since I was Eleven." She shrugged. Bree didn't know why she was talking so freely with this girl, it just felt easier then with other people. She still didn't propely trust her though, Bree wouldn't hesistate to attack her if she felt threatened again. [/div][/td][/tr] [/table][div style="width:500px; height:20px; padding:4px; background-color:#000000; [br"]color:#FF0000; font-family:courier; text-align:center; font-size:10px; text-shadow:1px 1px 3px;]electric of gs[/div][/center] |
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Post by Hunter on Aug 20, 2012 20:08:36 GMT -7
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She couldn't help but chuckle lightly at the girl's question. "I dunno, something about space is just so... intriguing to me. I mean, why just limit yourself to just the Earth, you know? Who wouldn't want to see what else is out there? Plus, I really love sci-fi novels, so space just seems like a pretty badass place to go." She felt a twinge of sadness and/or sympathy as Bree told her that she hadn't been to a school in years.
"You gotta broaden your horizons, chica. Knowledge is power, so don't limit yourself to just what's five feet in front of you. I'll bet everything you've done with that gravity was just a shot in the dark at first, right? You've got to learn what to look for and what exactly to manipulate to get better. A muscle's only going to realize its full potential if you exercise it properly. I know there wouldn't be able to do half the stuff I can if I didn't have my books to help me out. That's what Xavier's for, isn't it?"
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"...You know... I could help you, if you'd like," Dana finally said after a pregnant silence. "My family's practically got a library of books, and I know my parents wouldn't mind lending some to you. I mean, I know you don't trust me, but I... I just..." Dammit, why was she getting so caught up? "Maybe you could... come over after school ends, and I could... help you? Think of it as tutoring, I guess."[/style]
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Post by bree on Aug 21, 2012 13:29:26 GMT -7
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[/td][td][STYLE=width:340px; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:000000; text-align:justify] Knowledge is power? Bree didn't care for either of those things. She stopped caring about them a while ago, she stopped caring about most things a while ago. She didn't want to fully realize her Mutation, what she could do with it, it'd get in the way of what she really wanted. What she really wanted... What did Bree want? It dawned on the girl that there was nothing for her to want. She couldn't consider anyone a friend ever again, her incapability to trust somone would be forever in her way, she didn't want money and power was meaningless to her. What was the point of having power when she didn't know what to use it for? Money merely came from power as well, there was no need to seek it. There was no drive in Bree to do anything. The mutant looked down at her empty hands. She had nothing to her name, her parents had practically disowned her, the only thing that really showed that she even existed anymore was her registration as a Mutant. That was it. In time she would just... Disappear as if she had never existed. Maybe it'd be better that way; if everyone just forgot she had happened. That there was ever a Mutant Girl named Bree Lily Ophir. When Dana ended the silence Bree looked up at her to listen to what she had to say. She listened and... Shook her head. "Don't bother with me." She said flatly. "There's simply no point." Bree stood up slowly, just about keeping her balance. "It's a waste of your time. I don't even intend to attend the School, I'll just spend the time that I would there outside." Bree took a nervous step toward Dana so she could place her hand on the tree she had fallen off, looking up at it. "... There's just no point to it."[/div][/td][/tr] [/table][div style="width:500px; height:20px; padding:4px; background-color:#000000; [br"]color:#FF0000; font-family:courier; text-align:center; font-size:10px; text-shadow:1px 1px 3px;]electric of gs[/div][/center] |
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Post by Hunter on Aug 21, 2012 22:06:13 GMT -7
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"So... what?" Dana asked once the girl had finished her rather sad explanation. "You've just given up on life? Is that it? You're just gonna spend the rest of your life curled up in a ball, feeling sorry for yourself?" She stood up to face Bree, no longer concerning herself with her feelings. "What the fuck kind of way to live is that? You may as well be dead, if you just sit there in self-pity. If there's no point to life, then who the hell cares?! Everyone dies the same, so why not enjoy the ride while you can?
"And stop fooling yourself. There's nothing wrong with doing things just because you feel like it. If you really think you're not worth it, then why the hell would you try to climb that tree?! You did it because you wanted to, not because it had a reason! You're not the only one that gets to decide whether or not you're worth it; if I didn't think you were worth it, I wouldn't be talking to you, much less offering to tutor you!
"I don't know what happened to you to make you hate yourself so much, but it's in the past. If you don't believe in yourself, believe in the me that believes in you." [/style]
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Post by bree on Aug 22, 2012 4:07:04 GMT -7
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[/td][td][STYLE=width:340px; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:000000; text-align:justify] Bree looked at Dana coldly. "... I told you to stay away..." She muttered as the older girl spoke. Bree didn't so much listen to her words as she did hear them, they had no effect on Bree. She just kept staring at Dana silently as she spoke. Was it supposed to move her, make her feel 'better' about herself? Bree thought it a pathetic attempt to try and change the way she thought, her mind was already cemented in it's position. No one would ever change her mind. Did she finally stop? Good. "I don't hate myself." Bree started off by saying. "I don't have a feeling as strong as hate within me, or any feeling." Bree knew that was a lie, but it was a truth she was trying to accomplish. She did her best to act as much at least. "And what kind of idiot would believe in some girl they just met? Someone who they had never even heard of or seen before. You delusion yourself about your own importance... You're arrogant. You're the only one fooling themself here."Bree lowered her hand from the tree and turned her body to face Dana, aligning it with her head. "Maybe I have given up on life, but at least I know my place. I have nothing to my name, nothing can ever be to my name. For all that matters I have no family, no money, no power, nothing. I don't even want for it. I can never be of importance. The only future I have to look forward to is as a homeless woman on the street, begging for money off the people who pass her just so she can eat. What's the point in doing something that, in the end, will change absolutely nothing. And even if it did... Why spend your time on me?"Bree shook her head as she stepped back away from Dana again. "Me of all people..." She crossed her arms. "I don't want your help. I don't want you to be around me. I don't want anything. I don't have any drive to do better, I have no ambition. I'm content." Bree looked at the tree again. "... That was just a moment of madness. It won't ever happen again."[/div][/td][/tr] [/table][div style="width:500px; height:20px; padding:4px; background-color:#000000; [br"]color:#FF0000; font-family:courier; text-align:center; font-size:10px; text-shadow:1px 1px 3px;]electric of gs[/div][/center] |
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Post by Hunter on Aug 22, 2012 23:36:18 GMT -7
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"You don't feel distrust? Suspicion? Pain? Hurt? I may be arrogant enough to think someone who's clearly got psychological scars deep enough to make the Grand Canyon green with envy to trust me and Freud cream his pants, but at least I admit it! Who the hell do you think you're fooling?" She was determined to prove Bree wrong. If Bree lost it and used her powers, she'd just prove Dana's point. Total win in her book.
"And why not you? Who are you to say you don't deserve any less of a chance than anyone else? Take a look in the goddamn mirror! Content isn't the same as feeling empty, Bree. You're not content; you're lost. You've got no where to go. And that wasn't madness. That was happiness. And if you think you've gotta be crazy to be happy, I'm the craziest bitch alive."[/style]
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Post by bree on Aug 23, 2012 19:16:41 GMT -7
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[/td][td][STYLE=width:340px; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:000000; text-align:justify] Bree didn't give Dana much attention... Until she got close. Until she did the exact thing Bree had said repeatedly not to. Bree's fist clenched slowly, against what the girl wanted, as she turned and gave Dana a look. An undescribable look of rage. But Bree held out enough not to use her abilities yet... Not to let Dana win. After that brief rage Bree forced it back down inside herself and turned away from Dana. She heard the girl go on about her, about feelings. How she thought she was wrong. When she finally stopped speaking Bree took a long pause, looking down at her feet. "And what if..." She looked up in front of herself for a while. "What if I don't want to feel? What if I don't want to be angry, or happy, or sad... What if I don't want to trust someone?" Bree turned around and looked Dana straight into the eyes. "You talk as if it is indisputable fact that those things are good. Well I don't think like that!" Bree's voice raised into a shout for the last sentance, the girl taking a step forward and rising herself higher. When she realized what she was doing she calmed herself down again. Or rather pushed the feelings deep down inside. "Content... Empty... It's all just the same to me." Bree muttered and looked down at her feet. "I don't care how you choose to live your life. It doesn't matter a single thing to me." She looked back into Dana's eyes. "So at least have the decency to let me choose how to live mine. You're not my family, you're not in charge of me and even if you were... I just wouldn't care. I may even care less. It's not whether or not a deserve a chance, or something stupid like that, it's that I don't want that chance. Give it to someone else. I'm sure there's plenty of others at the Institute more wanting of it." Bree paused and walked away slowly. "I'm a lost cause. I don't want to matter. So leave me like this." [/div][/td][/tr] [/table][div style="width:500px; height:20px; padding:4px; background-color:#000000; [br"]color:#FF0000; font-family:courier; text-align:center; font-size:10px; text-shadow:1px 1px 3px;]electric of gs[/div][/center] |
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Post by Hunter on Aug 26, 2012 21:19:04 GMT -7
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She met the girl's emotionless gaze with her own, stoic face. Her face was stone, even as Bree's anger boiled over once again, and she once again yelled about how she didn't think like she did. Catching herself again, Dana watched as Bree forced her anger back under the surface. She listened to her lecture about how she wanted to be left alone, never showing any emotion even when Bree turned around and began to walk away.
"Don't think for a second I'm going to let you forget about this," Dana stated to the girl's retreating back. "You may not care how I live my life, but I care about how other people live theirs; you've got too much potential as a person and as someone who goes to the Institute to let it go to waste. You may think you're a lost cause because of whatever abuse you went through, but I sure as hell don't. You may think it's courteous to just let someone live life as an empty shell of a human being, but I'm too tenacious a bitch to just let someone throw their life away like that. I don't give two shits about what you want as of now. If you want to complain, complain after I help you. But for now, I'll just leave you alone."[/style]
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