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Tweak says, "STOP LOOKIN' AT ME!!"

Pyro (saint_johnny) wrote in age_of_miracles,
@ 2008-03-18 01:33:00

Entry tags:

avalanche, brave new world, pyro

Thread: Pyro & Avalanche
Who: John Allerdyce and Dominic Petros
When: Evening, Monday, March 17
Where: Dom's room (or just around it in the hallway), the Lair
What: John's none too happy with Dom and he's looking for someone to hit. So he's gonna hit someone.

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John had stayed in Washington for as long as he could, but he was too injured from his fight with Johnny Storm to be of any use----not to mention the emotional trauma of seeing what had happened to Magneto. He was hurt and he'd sought minor medical attention, and now he was back at the quiet Lair. Empty. Full of despair, anger, and fear. It was a bad environment now and someone like Dominic was making it worse.

It wasn't that he wanted to fight him-----no. No, he did want to fight him. He wanted to kill him. John had been holed up in his room, trying to make sense out of the events of the last several days and trying to recover from his burns... but he couldn't take it anymore. He had to take out aggression and after reading what Dominic was writing toward Mystique, internet-arguing wasn't going to cut it anymore.

And so, John stormed through the Lair, not caring how hurt he was, and soon he was banging down Dominic's door.

"Dom! Open the fuck up!"

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	_seismic 2008-03-19 03:57 am UTC (link)
	"It's life. It can always get fucking worse." Dominic retreated further into his room, kicking aside a pile of junk. There were piles of clothing stacked in places, as well as a half-full duffel bag shoved against one wall. "The more fucked up it is, the more you know you're living in it." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

saint_johnny
2008-03-19 04:13 am UTC (link)

John chuckled helplessly, looking into Dom's room and glancing at the bed. He knew, vaguely, that the Gwen clone had died in Dom's bed. He hadn't had a real chance to talk about it, or to really think about it. Now, he found himself staring at it. He knew what it was to find Gwen Adamson dead. It had happened to him, and... now it had happened to Dom, too. Clone or not, that didn't matter.

"Dom..." He sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I..." He stopped looking at the bed and actually turned to look at the rest of the room. What the... fuck... "Dom?"

He stalked over to the bag and held it up. "What's this?"

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	_seismic 2008-03-19 04:21 am UTC (link)
	Clone or not. She'd still been a fucking person. That, in Dominic's opinion, was something people around the Lair had seemed to miss. Whether she was the real Gwen or not, she'd come to them for help. And she'd died there, all the same. "My bag," Dominic answered shortly, following John's trek across the scattered room. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	saint_johnny 2008-03-19 04:28 am UTC (link)
	"What? What do you mean, it's your bag. It's a bag that's half packed and looks like... that... stuff is gonna go in it," John said, staring at him like he didn't understand. He dropped the bag down onto the ground, looking around the room again with a defeated, incredulous chuckle. "Oh, God. You ... you're booking it, aren't you? For how long? For forever?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

_seismic
2008-03-19 04:44 am UTC (link)

"I. . . .don't know. Consider it following orders," Dominic snorted wryly. "Mystique, in her moment of fucking clarity, wants me gone."

He shrugged, although there was more helplessness in that gesture than he wanted to admit. "I would have gone anyway. This place. . . it's not the Brotherhood anymore. You've gotta fucking see that? The Lair is empty. It's a fucking tomb more than anything else. There's nothing here."

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saint_johnny
2008-03-19 04:50 am UTC (link)

"What? Shut up, no she doesn't," John said with a frown. "She doesn't want you gone. She doesn't want anyone gone. Jesus Christ." He ran a hand over his face, looking for a second like he was just going to collapse. He didn't have the strength for another blow like this. It was one thing to argue with Dom, it was quite another for him to leave. "This place it----it's... no. It's... yeah, it's empty now, but it'll fill up again. We'll find new people. We'll get people here. We'll make this better than it ever was----Dom, don't listen to Mystique, you know how important Eric was to her, she's upset because you said what you said, and like you and me ... fighting and shit... and... god damn it, Dom."

He turned away and paced the room, visibly limping and walking in a ginger kind of way, trying to make sure his clothes rubbed against his skin as little as possible. "You can't..."

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_seismic
2008-03-19 05:03 am UTC (link)

"Can't what? Leave when I want too? The way you and Rogue do, whenever stupidity hits especially hard?" He frowned, kicking the duffel bag aside for lack of a target for his frustration.

Why couldn't anything be easy? This place had been, if not home, then something perilously close for over three years. It was a long time to be anywhere. But things felt different and they had for a long time. He'd given just about everything to the cause but his life.

"There's nothing here, John. They're all gone. Jono. Kevin. Magnus. Iggy. Gwen. Even fucking Tabbitha. What reason is there to stay?"

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saint_johnny
2008-03-19 05:10 am UTC (link)

John looked away, scratching the side of his face. "I don't know anymore," he mumbled, knowing that Dom had a point and hating that fact. Dom was loyal, and he always had been, and now Dom couldn't take it anymore. Couldn't take the Lair, at least. He didn't know if Dom was planning on leaving the Brotherhood and he was scared to actually ask.

"I'm gonna... I'm gonna go," he said finally, taking a few backward steps toward the door. "You... you better come say goodbye to me when you go." He nodded to himself, like this would somehow fix things. "So... do that. And... stuff. You do what you want. I know you don't need my fucking permission, but do what you want."

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