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May 27, 2019 19:49:23 GMT
Post by Corbin Bryce on May 27, 2019 19:49:23 GMT
There was nothing worse than having to be stuck on a farm. Not only did he have no other place to go since his landlord kicked him out, but he was on house arrest too. Stuck in this hell. Can't even go out to get drinks to get shit faced. It was too far out of the way for any of his friends to come hang out. They weren't trying to drive 3 hours to stare at a cow's ass. He couldn't really blame them. Corbin sighed and sat on the porch of the rickety old farmhouse. It wasn't a bad house by any means, but it wasn't what he wanted. It was too bumpkin for his tastes. Corbin was a country boy who grew to be a big city boy.
Fuck this hick'sville lifestyle. Sparking a joint he thanked god for his uncle Jeb. Slick bastard had secretly planted a small weed crop somewhere out in the fields. Corbin stumbled across it the other day. He didn't have his stash. All that shit was seized when his landlord locked the door on him. His furniture, his stuff everything gone even his clothes. Corbin was sitting there in a pair of baggy overalls feeling like a Kentucky fried asshole. Not to mention this weed he was smoking was definitely violating some sort of parole but whatever. He doubt his parole officer was going to drive all the way the hell out to Farmville just to check up on him. Might as well blaze up and relax a little.
Corbin had never even met his parole officer. He had only been on house arrest a few weeks. His sentence.... 5 months. Harsh as fuck right? All he did was get caught selling some pot to a punk ass liar of a kid. He said he was 19, little shit was 16 and the judge frowned on that. Badly. Corbin sighed taking another puff of his joint. He could hear cows moving out in the field and he had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. The animals needed tending too and he had put out a help wanted add on craigslist. He needed a farm hand or two to help out. He could pay them in whatever they sold when they went into town for him.
It wasn't like he could go he couldn't leave the property. No, he was stuck here and the fact that he was sentenced to this life of hell was irritating enough to prevent him from getting a heady buzz from some halfway decent weed. "Thanks a lot uncle Jeb. You can't grow weed to save your dick." He mumbled flicking the joint out into the road. Corbin was about to get up and go inside. It was awfully hot and the AC would have felt amazing. He was about to when he noticed a beautiful woman approaching. Shit, maybe farm life just got a little more interesting.
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May 27, 2019 21:24:35 GMT
Post by Amber Adler on May 27, 2019 21:24:35 GMT
Amber was adaptable to the world around her, something she wished she could portray in her current situation of misfortune. She’d taken leave from the school for a small bit, she’d started to feel trapped and in search for something to awaken the raw energy inside of her begging release she embarked on a small trip of self-revelation. Somehow she’d lost track of time and her destination all in one fleeting moment and before she knew it, she was lost to dirt roads between old farms with no soul in sight. Smoke rolled off her engine as she stepped up to truly grasp the damage and while she was an excellent warrior of sorts, cars and engines were not exactly within her field of capabilities. She sighed softly feeling useless as she stared at the smoking engine, her fingers curled as she felt the energy shift into a golden hue on her fingertips out of frustration.
She didn’t exactly fear much in that moment except the relentless heat rolling off her exposed shoulders. The shirt she wore reached over her shoulders in thin, intricate straps before the white fabric disappeared into a pair of dark, fitted jean shorts resting over her delicate figure. Amber glared at the car before locking the doors and quickly made her way down the bland stretch of road.. Still, she soldiered on in the hopes of finding some old farmer who’d be kind enough to offer her assistance to get to wherever the road led next. She didn’t exactly leave the school with much to go on except a promise that she’d go back when she rediscovered herself.
She suspected an unfortunate encounter with a ghost of her past was the very thing that left her in an uncomfortable place where regret and fear ruled in a fierce battle for control. It didn’t take long before she stumbled upon an old rusty gate, one look at the pad lock sealing it from unwanted visitors left her with a charming grin coated in light mischief as her fingers rippled to life with a golden energy. One flick of her wrist tore the small chain apart and she spared the horizon a brief glance to make sure no one had spotted her small trick before she followed the dirt road.
She was thankful when she finally spotted a stranger, a handsome one at that, wrapped in baggy overalls. Amber waved politely before finally closing the distance and offering a charming smile hoping he’d be useful in her misfortune. There was always the chance that he was a danger to her but she was confident enough that she could hold her own against mutant and human alike that the fear never truly took roots.
“I’m sorry for trespassing”, she offered a casual gesture in the general direction of the gate she’d entered through before tucking her hair, wild from the breeze, behind her ear. “I’m looking for the owner of the house”, by the misfit of the overalls she somewhat assumed he was a farm hand or something alike. Still, she spoke with a charming confidence and a beautiful smile hoping to get some aid that’ll get her farther in a journey with no real destination in mind. Simply a goal, one she truly intended to achieve.
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May 28, 2019 18:42:32 GMT
Post by Corbin Bryce on May 28, 2019 18:42:32 GMT
Corbin almost choked on the last puff he had taken as she said hello. Fuck! The parole officer! He struggled to breathe and tried his best to blow the smoke out in a way that didn't look to suspicious as she approached. Ah damn I'm so busted. If this chick is half as smart as she is beautiful fuck fuck fuck. Why am I wearing these fugly ass overalls. Corbin was kicking himself for multiple reasons, but mostly because his face was beat red and it wasn't from the blaring sun. "I uh... Yeah that's uh me." He stammered. If this was his parole officer he was off to a cracking good start already.
"I'm Corbin Bryce. I own this farm." He said trying to sound more self assured and confident than he really felt in the moment. He felt like an idiot. Standing there with his hand caught in the cookie jar and to top it all off he looked like a little kid who wanted to play dress up. A little kid who thought it'd be fun to try on daddy's overalls and simply drowned in them. So many he hadn't adjusted to the whole farm life set up yet. Wasn't it true though, that most farmers just sit on their ass, get stoned and stare out into the fields? I mean what else could they do? He didn't even have cell reception or internet here. The place was pretty boring.
"I own this farm. What can I do you for?" He asked. Taking a page out of his daddy's playbook and making his voice decidedly more southern. It was stupid really but damned if it didn't usually work. When you have that country boy accent the ladies all fall over, sometimes they didn't even hear a damned word you said. They just nod and smile. Maybe it could get him out of some hot water. Now, Cobrin was no stranger to the inner workings of a car. He worked on cars his whole life. Hell, he could even fix a tractor which was a fact that he was slightly ashamed of. The one thing he couldn't fix was his propensity to get himself into trouble. Corbin didn't realize it yet, but he had just been caught smoking weed by one of the fucking X-Men. Sure, pot is small time on the list of offenses, but he walked into trouble like an old friend.
Corbin could fix her car alright. He could get himself arrested trying too. He couldn't go more than 10 feet off the property without the ankle jewelry he wore going off and sending a signal right to the police. IF this thing even gets signal out here... Which was a theory he was willing to test. Either way Corbin wasn't thinking with his head. He fell into her eyes and the cuteness of her features and couldn't help b ut start to daydream a bit. He zoned out on what she was saying and had to ask her to repeat it. "Uh.. Beg your pardon?" Pay fucking attention! He screamed at himself.
Corbin didn't have time to scold himself long. Out of nowhere thunder cracked against the picturesque white sky. A flash flood started pouring on them both. More lightning streaked across the sky. And today was supposed to be nice and Sunny. Sunny my foot! "Come on girl get inside!" He shouted. He had to shout to be heard over the rain. "We can talk inside before we both drown. I have to go get Jeff before that dumb ass horse runs off again!" Corbin bolted down the deck of the porch and around the side of the house. He left the front door wide open for the stranger to go inside and make herself at home. He had no clue who she was but he was sure she was the parole officer. Making his way around the side of the house he saw Jeff the horse was just standing in his stall. He could have sworn that he had left him loose. Jeff was notoriously afraid of storms and the stubborn horse liked to give Corbin a hard time no matter what.
Corbin was standing there getting drenched and it was all for no reason. Jeff was already in his stall. To make it worse Corbin looked down with his slumped shoulders and realized he was standing in a pile of horse shit. Jeff neighed as if he were almost laughing at the idiot. Corbin slowly looked up from the horse shit and rose a slow rising middle finger to the asshole horse. Making his way back through the pouring rain Corbin found that the woman had gone inside. He took a deep breath and sighed it out as he slowly made his way inside to find out just what this was all about.
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May 29, 2019 13:16:59 GMT
Post by Amber Adler on May 29, 2019 13:16:59 GMT
Amber smiled at the stranger with a subtle charm, she half expected to see more people on a farm but he was the first person she’d spotted in quite a distance. Besides, the day wasn’t holding out for her and the sun was slowly inching past the horizon. With nothing much between her car and the stranger’s farm, she didn’t exactly have a variety of options. He was her life jacket in one mess of an unfortunate storm so to speak and Amber was very aware of the fact. There was no denying that the southern accent rolling off his tongue was decidedly attractive to her, she wondered if she could just outright request help with her car problems in fear he might reject the notion and leave her stranded in the middle of nowhere.
She repeated his name in her mind, hopeful that it wouldn’t somehow slip her mind. She doubted it though, she was known for her intelligence but the day felt so chaotic that she doubted herself in the slightest. Nevertheless, she deemed it only fair to introduce herself as well. “Amber”, she didn’t see the need in divulging more than her name as a simple identification. She wanted to get lost in order to find herself again and admitting who she was felt like a slight betrayal to the idea itself. “My car, it broke down and I’m sort of stranded”, she offered a simple, honest explanation of her troubles with a slight shrug and a small gesture towards the dirt road she’d travelled on even though it wasn’t in her sights anymore. She had to keep herself from rolling her eyes for just a second before she spoke, “I said, my car broke down. I’m hoping you could help a stranger out”, she offered another small smile.
Her eyes felt irritated at the annoying contact lenses she’d bought especially for the trip. The world had grown all the more worried about the mutant population and while her golden irises were perfectly acceptable at the school, she didn’t need to draw attention to them in the wrong company. It bothered her to see herself so subtly different and look like a stranger all the same, it was a part of her as much as her mutation and she was forced to hide it for the sake of a safe trip of self-exploration.
Her gaze shot upwards to the sudden grey clouds rolling in over the horizon with a deep, thunderous introduction. While she had a known love for stormy weather, it was just another obstacle in her travels or perhaps a drive to her destiny. She didn’t pay the idea much thought as the sky opened up in a sudden flood. Amber hardly heard him over the thunderous rumbles of the stormy weather but she was honestly caught off guard by how much she appreciated the cool embrace of the rain. It took her a minute to embrace the storm before she followed his advice and stepped inside the farm house. Amber wasn’t sure if it was appropriate but she stepped further inside his home with a curious eye while he dealt with the horse he’d mentioned. Amber almost wanted to help him but she decided against the thought and waited patiently instead.
Amber instantly turned around when she heard a small creak that gave way to his entrance into the home and found herself turning to glance at Corbin. She visibly tried to conceal a laugh at the sight of his shoes and pants, there was no denying the accompanying smell. “I take it things didn’t quite go as planned?”, she asked him with a humorous hint to her gaze. Amber couldn’t begin imagining how terrible she must have looked with the rain soaked into her auburn hair and leaving her clothes undeniably hugging her athletic figure.
“I suppose there’s no use trying to fix a car in a storm”, she muttered annoyed at the circumstances. She was stranded in the middle of nowhere with farms far and wide apart. There wasn’t exactly a town close by and night was quickly approaching. Amber honestly didn’t know where the day would take her, she’d be lucky if the stranger was kind enough to offer her shelter until the storm passed over. Still, she was too proud to ask for that much help from someone who didn’t know her more than a few minutes. She could feel the frustration of her mind grow beg for outlet in the form of her mutation but she couldn’t let it happen in front of someone who could very well harbour hate for her kind. She turned away from him hoping to hide the slight luminescent glow of her eyes as she took a deep breath to steady herself, there was no use getting killed for her mutation in the first few days of her trip to inner peace.
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May 29, 2019 14:25:45 GMT
Post by Corbin Bryce on May 29, 2019 14:25:45 GMT
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Where she thought she looked terrible, Corbin had already decided she was a little slice of heaven. The way the rain had made her clothes hug her skin.... well, let's just say country boys know a thing or two about big city sinning. "Lemme getcha a towel." He said moving across the room and riffling through a pile of dirty laundry on the floor. There were clothes and papers everywhere. No one could accuse him of being neat and tidy.
Eventually he came back with a towel and handed it too her with the thought that at least she wasn't here to haul his ass to jail. Amber. He thought, sliding the name over his tongue quietly. He liked the way it tasted. Simple and sweet. She was quiet the looker. He would love to help with her car troubles, but there were two problems with that. One. It was raining cats and dogs. Two.... He couldn't leave the property. Hell, he was so willing to help the beauitufl stranger that he might even lend her his tractor. She could ride it down the rode, hook up the car and haul it back.
Then he would have to explain why he couldn't leave. The wave of embarrassment was already hitting him like a cyclone. A nice lady like this? Hell, she was liable to just turn tail and run off when she found out he was some sort of criminal. But he wasn't really. He had a few nicknames that he didn't give himself. The gas man. Mr. Smoke.... It was all because his love and fondness of weed though. He dealt drugs. Not on a major scale, but enough to keep him eating and mostly keep his bills paid. Present bills excepted.
The sky was getting dark. Not just from the rolling clouds moving across the stratosphere. "Hey... You said'chur stranded right? Why don't you stay here the night? It's no problem. I got a back bedroom with a TV. Don't get no channels but I got a VCR. I was bout to fix me some supper. You look like you could use some eatin." He said. The more he used his country accent the more it slipped back into his natural traits like an old friend. He had been a city boy for a long time, but his country ways were coming back to him. He was raised a country boy, on this very farm in fact.
Corbin was all smiles. He had the sort of smile that you put on billboards for toothpaste advertisments. Trusting and sweet he almost looked like a southern politician. he ran his hand through his wet hair and looked down. The smile faded when he realized he had tracked horse shit all throughout his living room. Fuck on a stick. That dog garn horse Jeff was a major thorn in his side. He would sell him, but everyone he's had out to the farm to look at the beast wasn't interested. They said he had attitude problems and they were all looking for a well trained horse.
Corbin wanted to blast into a fit of swear words that might've made a sailor blush, but instead he kicked off his shoes and kicked them out onto the porch. The front door still stood hanging open and he couldn't help but appreciate the rain a little more. "Tell ya what. My mama's got some clothes upstairs. You can get changed inta' something dry. I'll clean this up and I'll start dinner." He said looking at the mess he had made. Corbin sighed and looked around. He wished his sister had left some clothes here, but she hadnt' been to the farm since they were little kids. His mama's clothes were hideous sun dresses with ugly flor prints on them, but at least they were dry right?
Corbin began to mop up the mess as she went to change. He was quietly swearing to himself about that damned horse and wondering what he was going to fix for supper. He hadn't really had time to plan out a meal, but he was sure he could whip something up that was okay. There was fresh bacon and some eggs I nthere maybe he could do a little breakfast for dinner thing. Living on a farm you had a lot of breakfast for dinner type meals. With pigs and chickens you always had fresh bacon and eggs at the ready.
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Post by Amber Adler on Jun 3, 2019 12:26:49 GMT
Amber Adler.
Amber nodded with an appreciative smile, she was slowly feeling the cold of the rain set over her slim shoulders and she had to keep from shivering in the slightest. Her fingers reached out for the towel and drew it to her where she wrapped it’s edges over her shoulders with a soft sigh. For a brief second she truly regretted leaving the school behind for some impulsive inner peace mission but she knew in her heart she’d brave every storm known to mankind if it means she could feel strong again. If she knew she could feel like a warrior again. Not someone numbly held together in light of past betrayals but someone who was genuinely and earnestly reborn into a better version of herself.
At his words she couldn’t help but nod at the question, stranded sounded so desperate but it perfectly summed up her unusual predicament. There was a paranoid suspicion that it might not be safe to trust a stranger she only just meant but she didn’t exactly have another option. Besides, she was certain she could hand him his ass in a second flat unless he turned out to be another mutant. She doubted it though, which also lit up the problem in her mind that her mutation had a very physical form that often drew scepticism from humans and if he was indeed not like her, she had to spend her time around him hiding who she was. It was a risk she had to take, unless she dared to brave the storm for a lonely dirt road in the middle of nowhere.
“Thank you”, she told him simply and drew the towel from her shoulders to dry out the tips of her dripping auburn locks. “I’m starving actually”, it was a soft confession followed by a simple chuckle, for someone who had excellent strategy in battle, she was often very forgetful on trips. It’s the one reason she forgot to take any snacks with her and only realized the fact when she realized just how lost she was in a space where there weren’t much of anything in sight, least of all a place to get something she could eat.
Her chin lifted in a quick glance at the stairs before looking back at him with a charming grin, something that only radiated her beauty more than the simple natural grace that enveloped her person. “Something dry would be nice”, it was words meant more to herself than to him. “Thank you Corbin”, his name rolled off her tongue with ease and she found herself exploring the home with a simple task in mind. Amber took a quick left only to discover it was the bathroom but on her second attempt she managed to find a closet with awfully bright sundresses. Her fingers reached out to caress the soft fabric with her fingertips before taking hold of a bright yellow dress with white flowers engraved at the midline.
Amber shut the door and quickly took off the annoying weight of her wet clothes before using the towel to dry her flesh from the rain’s touch. She took the moment to release some of her built up energy, it drifted off her flesh in a soft golden hue and dissipated before she slipped the dress over her slender figure. It wasn’t a perfect fit, it didn’t look very good either but it was dry and that in itself was a drastic change that left her far more comfortable.
Amber hung her wet clothes over the bath tub and slowly made her way back downstairs in search of Corbin. She watched him closely in the kitchen before speaking up, “Anything I can help with?”. She wasn’t sure what he was planning for dinner but she wasn’t the type of person who could really sit still. So she waited patiently as she tucked a damn strand of hair behind her ear with a soft smile atop her lips.
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Post by Corbin Bryce on Jun 3, 2019 16:14:52 GMT
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Corbin was in the kitchen preparing the only thing he honestly knew how to cook. Hotdogs. It wasn't gourmet by any means but it was food. And he had been living off canned beans since he got here. Somehow he didn't feel like it was appropriate for a lady. He could be a gentleman when he wanted to be. After all she was quite the looker and the countryside had it's perks, not many but there were some; but he didn't get many people to talk to way out here. Especially not with the ankle bracelet that sent the cops if he stepped off the property.
"Oh uh... yeah sure." He said trying to not sound as startled as he was by her sudden voice in the kitchen. "Uh... chop these onions." He said handing her a knife. Maybe not the brightest of ideas. Alone in the country with a total stranger during a violent thunderstorm and you hand them a knife. No one ever accused him of being bright. He was just about to hand her the knife when Corbin noticed a slight flicker of gold in her eye. Dancing around her inner iris like sparkly flecks of golden sunlight. He dropped the knife and stared at her.
It was like seeing glowing wolf's eyes coming out of a dark cave. His hand was visibly shaky. He didn't know why, he had never had a problem with mutants, but he had also never met one. "Ar....are you a mutant?" He asked. The end of his question for some reason or another slipping into a whisper as if he were afraid the neighbors that lived miles away would hear him. Leaning back against the sink his hands gripped the wet countertop. He thought it was from the facet but it was his own sweaty palms providing the wetness.
"So uh... I ....You.....Have yo....What is it like?" He asked bluntly. There wasn't actual fear residing in his mind and heart, but more curiosity. He had never met a mutant and more to the point he had never seen one so god damned beautiful. To this point he had been doing his best to stay cool and smooth and not bumble like an idiot. That had gone out the window with this new revelation. Corbin wasn't exactly smooth with the ladies. He got by okay, he wasn't a superstar... But he was handsome, kind of clutzy and sometimes charming. It was enough to keep him batting .500, he certainly wasn't batting .1000.
Corbin relaxed a bit maybe he imagined it. Trick of the light. Maybe the fumes from the hot dog flavored water had soaked his brains in overly processed chemicals from the manufactured hot dogs. "Can you like shoot holograms out of your eyes ? Or fly? Can you melt things with your touch.....? Or maybe.... Maybe you can interfear with electronics." He smiled a bit thinking about how she could help him ditch the ankle bracelet once and for all if this were true. Slim hopes and slimmer dreams. It didn't take him long to jump back on the hype train of her actually being a mutant. If she was it would have been the first interesting thing that had happened since he arrived at this po-dunk little farm. template by eliza @ TB & THQ |
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Post by Amber Adler on Jun 12, 2019 5:33:33 GMT
Amber Adler.
Amber nodded softly and reached out to wrap her slender fingers knife and drew it closer to her. There was a loud rumble of thunder, enough to scare Amber in the slightest. She loved the storm but at times, the rumbling roars of thunder overhead had the ability to draw her into a small fright. Nevertheless, she hadn’t realized the natural flicker of golden energy as her body responded to the sudden instinct to guard herself. It wasn’t until she met his gaze and truly comprehended his words that she realized how she’d screwed up. Amber looked from Corbin to the knife and wondered if he thought her a monster or a threat so she gently reached out to set the knife down on the counter and cautiously stepped back with open palms.
“I’m pretty sure you don’t really need confirmation, do you?”, there was a slight challenge to her words. Something about being a mutant made her feel stronger and confidence radiated off her like her mutation normally would. It was unseen but very apparent all the same. Amber made sure to put enough space between them in case he was honestly fearful and foolish enough to try something that would get his ass kicked. Still, she wasn’t a violent person, or angry even but she wasn’t opposed to protecting herself.
“Do you need a minute?”, she asked with a hint of sarcasm at the ramblings of his unfinished sentence. She chuckled softly wondering if she’d confess the truth of what it felt like or mask it with words that carried no real meaning. It was empowering and addictive and wonderful to be a mutant but it was also terrifying and unpredictable with wars on her kind always ragging. She settled for something a little easier to comprehend, something that wasn’t weighed down by the passion of the truth. “It’s not as exciting as you might think”, a simple lie. It was endlessly exciting for her, she adores her kind but not to an extent that made her bitter or hateful towards his. Amber was truly in love with the potential of mutants, the beauty of their abilities.
Amber felt her mutation spark to life, not too much but enough so that her eyes were the natural gold that she so harshly tried to hide from Corbin. She found herself laughing softly at his words. “My gift is a little more complicated than that”, she didn’t know how to really explain that her body was born to absorb and transform energy to a form that she could manipulate or that she was hardened and enhanced by the constant flow of her energy that made her a warrior to fear. Nevertheless, she didn’t feel fearful or worrisome of Corbin’s intentions and found herself opening a soft palm. Energy balled up in her grasp, a shimmering ball of golden energy that wrapped in and around itself in a beautiful embrace. It shot towards the ceiling for a quick second before a golden shimmer rained down around them. It was a small trick of her mutation, something she could show him without making him fear what she was really capable of. Amber couldn’t who him that the same energy that made the world glow around them could blast a door off its hinges or toss a full grown man off his ass. That was a side to her mutation that she withheld with great caution.
“I, uh, I should leave”, she told him politely after a few long minutes. She didn’t want to put him at a discomfort and she didn’t want to be the object of a witch hunt if he deemed her a monster. Amber didn’t really care about the rain, she’d risk the storm if she had to. Still, there was a small moment that she waited, a second that she used to draw the shimmering energy back to her chest with a graceful wave of her palm.
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Post by Corbin Bryce on Jun 13, 2019 19:13:02 GMT
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"No! Don't go!" Corbin cried. He didn't mean for his reaction to sound quite so desperate, but fuck man it was lonely here in this stupid house. He didn't have a phone line or internet. Technically he wasn't even really supposed to have visitors but screw all that noise. Screw it right in the fucking nose. Corbin smiled quietly at her with a nervous little smile. He felt slightly embarrased, but at this point what did it matter. She was a mutant and he was a human. If she wanted to she could crush him with a wave of her hand.
He had to admit he was slightly fascinated by the display of her abilities. He liked to think that if he had a mutation that someone might treat him with kindess and respect too, but lets be real. He knew how mutants were regarded. He could see the doubts swimming in her eyes as she looked at him with her dirty little secret all on display. "I didn't mean to make you feel like an exhibit in a musem. You're a person just like me." He was being sincere.
It didn't really matter to him that she was a mutant besides making her slightly more interesting than before. She was still a looker right? Hot was hot. And lonely was lonely. He was about to admit to her that he had never actually met a mutant in person when there was a knock at the door. Corbin looked at Amber curiously and then back out into the living room where the knock was originating.
Maybe it was another person caught in the storm. Maybe someone fucked up and sent their pizza delievery guy to the wrong house. Corbin held out a hand as if to ask Amber to wait. "Stay here. I'll go see who it is." He said as confidently as he could. Less she think this was some sort of trap. Corbin had no earthly clue who could be knocking on his door in the middle of a tornado warning. He knew it was one because The radio in the living room was making that annoying broadcasting emergency sqwak. Corbin reached the living room door and opened it up to see a face he did not recognize.
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Post by Mr. Walker on Jun 13, 2019 19:22:18 GMT
[googlefont="Kaushan Script"] "Hi....?" The handsome son of a bitch that answered the door said. Dylan smiled at him his most charming smile. He was soaked to the skin and breathing out visible clouds of his own breath. It was freaking cold out mate! Dylan was sort of leaning on the door frame as the door swung open. He greeted Corbin with a friendly smile and a nod. "Right. My names Walker. I was hustling up the road a bit when the storm hit. Was wondering if you might be able to refuge a fellow human being in the depths of this cataclysmic natural disaster mate."
Corbin blinked a few times. The man's red tie hung loosely tied and unattended too. His hair was wet to his head and his face looked tired. A British guy? All the way out here? He thought quietly as he looked him over. He didn't seem too dangerous. Behind Dylan lightening bit the sky and thunder cracked loud enough to rumble the foundation of the house. That was pretty close. "Sure, I suppose. I got spare clothes and a bedroom you can use til the storm blows over."
Dylan's smile cracked wider as he stepped inside. "Much appreciated mate. And your name would be....?" Corbin smiled and apologized. "Oh, I'm Corbin. Corbin Bryce." He said reaching out his hand. Dylan shook it with a firm grip and an enthusiastic application. "Dylan, Dylan walker. Nice place you got out here. Secluded. No, nosy neighbors pokin' round in ya business." Dylan noted. Corbin was slightly uncomfortable by the observation, but he smiled just the same. "Yeah I suppose. We were just about to make dinner would you care to join us?"
Dylan's head turned to the mention of "We" An eyebrow raised as he smiled brighter, he notice Amber peering out of the kitchen. "I would love to, I'm ravished." Dylan admitted with a toothy grin. A toothy grin directed specifically at Amber. tagged | notes template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0 |
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Jun 20, 2019 17:51:08 GMT
Post by Amber Adler on Jun 20, 2019 17:51:08 GMT
Amber Adler.
Amber halted in her steps and turned to face him, there was a soft smile upon her lips and a thankful glint to her gaze. She didn’t truly want to brave the storm but she was the type of person who’d face a hurricane if she had to. Amber was strong, mostly because life made her that way and partially because of her undying loyalty to protect the students at the school. She’d offer her life for theirs in a heartbeat and every minute away from them was filled with anxiety and worry although she knew they were safer there than any other place.
“Thank you” she told him sincerely before feeling a comfortable shift of gold in her gaze and ran her fingers through the wet locks of auburn hair caressing her shoulders. “If it counts for anything, I’m not here to cause trouble”, there was innocent truth in her gaze. A subtle promise that she wasn’t going to hurt him like some of the more vengeful mutants that were out there. She would wait out the storm and leave him be before trouble found her. Amber’s head turned to the sounding knock and felt her chest rise in a quick inhale. She nodded at Corbin though and kept to her spot while she folded her arms over her chest with quiet curiosity as to who may be at the door.
She didn’t see his face before she heard his voice, it was unfamiliar and yet it left an awful distrust in it’s wake. There was something about him, something about his presence alone that made her skin crawl. Amber wasn’t sure if it was simple paranoia or something more but she simply didn’t feel comfortable upon seeing the stranger enter the house. Amber felt herself will her mutation into a hidden halt, careful not to draw attention to the golden flicker in her gaze or the shimmering depths of her abilities. She didn’t need to incite a witch hunt by simply being what she was.
Amber listened to their conversation with peaked interest, a shiver travelled the length of her spine in an uncomfortable touch as she met the gaze of the new dinner guest. She forced a smile, a stiff one at that and waved at Dylan. “Seems like we both had bad luck”, a quick collection of words with an almost ominous feel about them. Amber had no idea just how slimy the bastard was but she had an awful feeling brewing in her gut.
“I’m Amber”, a simple introduction. She glanced at Corbin wondering if he also had an eerie feeling about the whole thing. Still, she hardly knew him and deciphering the meaning in his gaze wasn’t an easy task. She was at a loss though, she didn’t know what to do when every fibre of her being ridiculed the idea of turning her back on Dylan. There was a fierceness in her gaze, something of a subtle glare as she glanced at Dylan. Amber seemed almost defensive as she kept her arms folded over her chest unknowing of what the night had in store for them.
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Jun 27, 2019 20:12:52 GMT
Post by Mr. Walker on Jun 27, 2019 20:12:52 GMT
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"Amber? Nice to meet you. Dylan, Dylan Walker. Aye...." He said staring at Corbin first and then back to Amber with a beeming smile. "You two. You make a really cute couple." He remarked. Dylan, not hip to the situation had naturally just assumed the two of them were an item. Why else would she be out in the middle of god forsaken nowhere?
It was odd though. From the outside this place seemed deserted. The farm itself was in terrible disrepair. Whoever owned it was doing a piss poor job of keeping it up to standards. "Delighted to be here love. Well, under the circumstances... It's better then out there it'n'it?" He asked.
Running a hand through his soaping wet hand Dylan accidentally flicked drops of rainwater everwhere. LIke a dog that fell in the pool and shook itself dry next to every sane, dry person by the pool.
Corbin shyly smiled, but he didn't bother to correct the Brit about the relationship misunderstanding. Instead he simply flashed Amber and apologetic look. Then again he did feel a slight swell of pride at the notion that he could even land a girl as beautiful as her. A real pecker stroke to his ego if he did say so himself.
"AM I crazy? Or did i hear one of you lot say something about....Dinner? Ah, I'm stark raving bloody starving I am." Dylan said in the most absolutely British way he could. It was just the way he talked. It was kind of grating on your nerves after you truly got to know him because everything smug and cocky that came out of his mouth seemed just a little smuggier, a little cockier with the accent.
Dylan made himself at home walking past Corbin who looked at Amber and shrugged. Dylan picked up a family photo and saw a teenage Corbin taking a picture with his uncle Jeb. Uncle Jeb who had originally owned the farm. Well.... I know who owns the place now. He thought. Turning on his heels he smiled and slapped his thighs with a 'when are we going to get this party started' theatrical approach to the thunder clap in the sky. Lightning lit up behind him almost as if on cue to a horror movie villian appearance.
"So? What's for dinner?" He asked. Taking special interest in Amber. Everytime she looked at him he made sure to look right back.
Going so far as to stare directly at her with the most intense gaze for over 5 seconds. Blantant. Not even trying to hide it. His gaze snapped away after the long silence of no one answering his question. He looked to Corbin. Dylan's lips were pressed inwards curling around his teeth turning his wicked mischievoussmile into a straight line across his face. "Uh.... Speghetti and hotdogs?" He said almost confused.
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