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trans_92009-08-05 08:44 pm
telekinetic_badass) wrote in trans_92009-08-05 08:44 pm
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Rock Bottom [NOW OPEN]
Julian was still irritated to hell and back. Thankfully someone had pointed him in the direction of the Danger Rooms Sensoriums so he could blow off some steam.
He had to be a little more creative about it, though. Without his powers, the urge to fling himself at danger didn't seem particularly smart. So, instead, he had the room recreate his favorite basketball court. It was located on the SoCal coast, just off the beach.
The sound of the waves nearby was relaxing, and he could even smell the ocean as the breeze crossed the waves and on to shore. Normally, he'd be something close to being at peace here, but he was still bugged and irritated.
He wanted to blame the collar. It was heavy, it itched, it was screwing with his jumper. But, really, it all ran much deeper than that.
To say his life had gone to shit in the last few months would be an understatement. Ever since M-Day, every thing he held dear in his life had been slowly stripped away from him. His family abandoned him, the girl he loved broke his heart, his friends were killed, his home was destroyed, his own sense of idealism was shattered, the X-Men, the other heroes were too busy fighting and ignored him, it was currently up for a public vote as to whether or not he should be allowed to have kids one day or be chemically sterilized forever; and most recently, the person who he trusted most to guide him had helped the Avengers subdue him, lock away his powers, then lock him away in 42.
So, now he really had hit bottom, as he was on Stacy with nothing. No money, no powers, not even the clothes on his back. He really didn't even have much of an idea who he was right now.
Hell, he hugged Chamber. That's how desperate and happy he was to have something around that was at least some shred of what he knew. He even sort of latched on to Captain Picard because the guy looked like Xavier, and he barely knew the Professor to begin with.
He was living in the past. And much like this place, it was just an empty, hollow substitute for the real thing. He had nothing, now.
...Did that mean he was nothing?
"Who are you right now?" he asked himself, tossing off another jumper that clanged off the rim.
He had to be a little more creative about it, though. Without his powers, the urge to fling himself at danger didn't seem particularly smart. So, instead, he had the room recreate his favorite basketball court. It was located on the SoCal coast, just off the beach.
The sound of the waves nearby was relaxing, and he could even smell the ocean as the breeze crossed the waves and on to shore. Normally, he'd be something close to being at peace here, but he was still bugged and irritated.
He wanted to blame the collar. It was heavy, it itched, it was screwing with his jumper. But, really, it all ran much deeper than that.
To say his life had gone to shit in the last few months would be an understatement. Ever since M-Day, every thing he held dear in his life had been slowly stripped away from him. His family abandoned him, the girl he loved broke his heart, his friends were killed, his home was destroyed, his own sense of idealism was shattered, the X-Men, the other heroes were too busy fighting and ignored him, it was currently up for a public vote as to whether or not he should be allowed to have kids one day or be chemically sterilized forever; and most recently, the person who he trusted most to guide him had helped the Avengers subdue him, lock away his powers, then lock him away in 42.
So, now he really had hit bottom, as he was on Stacy with nothing. No money, no powers, not even the clothes on his back. He really didn't even have much of an idea who he was right now.
Hell, he hugged Chamber. That's how desperate and happy he was to have something around that was at least some shred of what he knew. He even sort of latched on to Captain Picard because the guy looked like Xavier, and he barely knew the Professor to begin with.
He was living in the past. And much like this place, it was just an empty, hollow substitute for the real thing. He had nothing, now.
...Did that mean he was nothing?
"Who are you right now?" he asked himself, tossing off another jumper that clanged off the rim.
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"Nice shot."
He went to retrieve the ball, and dribbled it as he made his way back to her.
"Well, I heard the media library had something akin to a movie theater." Yes, a nice, private, cozy space. "Maybe you could join me there instead, and we can see if you're real." Preferably by making out with her. Lots.
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"You don't strike me as being a girl who scares easily. And I don't think my sensitive side is the part of me you want to see the most." He let that statement hang in the air for a moment. "But you do like to have fun. So I'm thinking maybe something more of an action comedy. Something we can laugh at and enjoy... or not pay a whole lot of attention to." Just in case they wanted to pay far more attention to each other.
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And then she wasn't standing there.
Suddenly, the ball disappeared from Julian's hand.
The next moment, Kara's hovering above the basket and she drops the ball in. Gravity brings the ball down faster than Kara.
Granted, Kara's not exactly following the rules of gravity.
She dives down and grabs the ball, though, her cape fluttering behind her. She lands in front of Julian and tosses it to him. "It's a date, handsome. Though I should warn you - don't choose anything with Chris Tucker. His voice distracts me in exactly the way you don't want it to."
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"Not a problem, gorgeous. I'm Julian, by the way. You're... Linda, right?"
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Wrong question, hot stuff. Wrong question.
"I'm who?!" She asked again, much more forcefully.
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"You're Kon's cousin, right? He told me your name was Linda, and you go by the name of... of..." What was it? Strong-girl? Mightygirl?
Oh, yeah! "Powergirl... I think."
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"Yeah. I was talking to him when I first got out of the slime. When I spotted you, I asked him about you and he said your name was Lin-- oh that little cockblocking son of a---"
Wait...
"You don't happen to have a twin sister on board, do you? Cause I don't think I'd forget a
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"Well, Kara-- that's a pretty name by the way." Less fighting, more flirting. "Look, it's alright. If you're still on for that movie..."
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"Tonight, then, gorgeous. Just you and me."
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