Julian Keller (
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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"You might not want to do that. Last idiot who poked around with it set of something in there that nearly fried my brain. I'd rather not do that again. 'Sides, I already got someone from engineering to take a look at it."
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Who woulda thunk it?
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"So who else is on this ship? I know Chamber is here..." No, he is not mentioning the hugging. Not. At. All.
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"The Young Pretenders are here?" Really, at this point, everything Avenger related made him want to puke, especially the Young Avengers.
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"They've been sticking pretty close together, I think," she added. "It's been kind of lonely." And yet, at the same time, she's been able to not think about everything that's gone on at home. That's a good thing, right? "Maybe...there will be more of us. Soon."
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"...I was just the most stubborn. But everyone has their limits."
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"But they've been treating you good here? Anyone giving you shit for being a mutant?"
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"Though I don't think anyone else is from a world that has a whole bunch of mutants. The closest I've come is that Kon kid saying something about metas."
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"I'm not sure about anyone else, yet." He hasn't had that much of a chance to meet people yet.
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"I don't need any of your dust. But I could probably do with a shower... and a bit cologne if anyone on board even has anything like that."
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"We're god knows how many light years away from earth, and probably not in our own universe... and you managed to find Dazzler CDs?"
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