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| Felidae | Nov 6 2010, 10:32 PM Post #1 |
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Nov. 2nd Time: Lunch Tag: Dan has claimed Mischa scrunched her nose at the food, not finding it really appetizing at all. It wasn't really the food per say, though it wasn't all that appealing to begin with, it was more like she was just in a bad mood. She was already feeling a bit iffy about being here, especially because she was afraid HE was going to find her, but she while she was in school she had to continue to hide who she was. Though she was used to wearing them, she didn't like the dark brown contacts that sat in her eyes. She felt like people could see right through them to what she really was, and she almost felt ashamed. It was as if she was afraid that someone would figure her out and either freak out or prosecute her being different. She already wasn't very popular to begin with. Her fork poked at the food for a moment before giving up on it altogether. Maybe she would be hungry when she got "home". Seesh, it was hard to think of that place as home. Then again, she never really thought her old home was really home. She was sure she should have been glad to be out of that environment, and on some level she really was, but she just didn't know how she felt about being around others like herself. It was hard to wrap her mind around the fact that she wasn't the only freak out there. "Mutants" he had said. People who's genetics contain the X-gene, which is enacted at different times and in different ways for each person. It made a lot of sense, but it was still hard to wrap her mind around. It was awkward how free she felt when she was in the form of a feline. Don't get her wrong, she really enjoyed doing it (even if it did hurt a bit at first), but it was just a different concept for her. Mischa wasn't just a young woman, she was feline underneath it all. It was actually a bit exciting to know that she had something that no one else had, and it made her feel special sometimes. Mischa just supposed that she was going to have to get used to her new life, and to the fact that her father wouldn't be beating on her any time soon. |
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| Ghost | Nov 9 2010, 12:31 AM Post #2 |
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The scent of melted cheese and tangy tomato drew many a jealous eye in the cafeteria, but Dmitry Ivanov remained as oblivious as usual to the looks, some filled with scorn. He walked, unhurriedly, through the crowded room, humming something upon his breath. He didn't mind the animosity of his peers; after all, it was merely human nature, and had Caveman Joe not wanted the stone wheel that Caveman Steve had made, society would still probably be stuck in some dreadful hippy hell. Besides, he was not particularly liked amongst the higher echelons of social clique at Salem High. People thought he was weird, which was simply the layman's terms for no one quite understood what he was saying. There were certain literary and media figures that could be drawn parallels of to him, but no one around had yet seen only his smile hanging in the air. It wasn't precisely that he disliked the cafeteria food. Compared to the horrible morsels that he'd been forced to torture his stomach with in his childhood, everything now smelled, looked, and tasted like five star gourmet cuisine. However, Dmitry realized that he had the luxury of choosing his favorite food, and he'd decided that today was a day he was going to treat himself to it. He heard someone grumble as he passed by, box held aloft on splayed fingers and the palm of his hand. It wasn't his fault that he seemed to be the only one smart enough to call out and order a pizza. "You know, I think it should be a punishable crime to let a pretty young woman sit in solace and repose." He hafd yet to ever talk to the girl named Mischa. He knew of her, had seen her around. He also knew that she was like him. Sort of. No one was like him, really - he was a snowflake as anyone else was, both in identity - and power. He didn 't know what she was capable of, but that curious old spike of "intuition" - the closest thing he could call that feeling that almost scared him sometimes - told him she was like him. He sat down in a chair at her table and set his box down, humming still, spreading a napkin over his lap. Reaching in, he picked up a slice of the pizza, and paused. "Do you mind the company?" |
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| Felidae | Nov 11 2010, 08:55 PM Post #3 |
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Mischa had been lost in her own thoughts and almost missed the comment that was thrown her way. In fact, she almost dismissed it because she was almost positive that the male was speaking to someone else. However, upon looking up, she found that the comment was indeed directed at her, and that the male that gave it was someone she vaguely remembered from Xavier's. She supposed it made sense then that he had approached her, because he recognized her as one of his own and figured it was worth a shot to make acquaintances. Of course, she thought he was just humoring her, and was just trying to convince her to let him sit with her, but she didn't mind. She didn't get comments like that very often. Mischa had never been called pretty before, not even from her parents, but she was kind of used to that. Sure, she didn't really think there was much to her looks, but at least she put in an effort to look nice every day. Perhaps she was compensating for that fact, which led to the fashionista type way that she dressed, but she supposed that was who she was. Mischa tried to hide the slight burning that started to creep on her cheeks by taking a drink of her water. "Not at all. It's better than sitting by myself." Of course she was used to that as well. It was something she was definitely looking forward to changing now that she lived among those like herself, but it was a slow process. However, she was glad that she could spend lunch with someone who she assumed was a mutant as well. She didn't know what his mutation was though, and she would admit that she was curious, but she wouldn't say anything about it in the large cafeteria room. There was no telling who could hear them and what they would say or do in response. Mischa was sure she could ask him later if he felt like he could continue to hang out with her. She continued to poke at her food as she looked towards his. "Well looks like you lucked out for lunch." |
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