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LOG: Dominic Petros & Rogue. [Oct. 10th, 2009|12:28 pm]

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SUMMARY: Backdated to around the 10th of October. Dom curiously pokes Rogue for more insight into John's recent behavior, and she gets irritable and cracks a little. A sofa in front of a TV isn't a place for an argument, though, and fortunately, they get out of it unscathed.

E-yelled? Is that what the cool kids are calling it? )
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a sorta fairytale with you [NARRATIVE] [Oct. 22nd, 2009|01:47 am]

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The hotel may be secure, but its residents' minds were not.

The passcode to get in had been plucked from the mind of an overactive teenager on their way to the hotel after school. When they made their way into the hotel after the majority of the residents and that night's guests had retired, illusion cloaked their entry. The residents that were awake felt the sudden need to sleep and if they were lucky, they got to the mattress before they fell unconscious.

With the young mutants in the hotel at their mercy, the sisters Wyngarde did a brief telepathic sweep of the grounds, making sure no one had been immune to their wiles and remained awake. Jason Wyngarde and Manuel de la Rocha followed before the four toured the hotel, setting up their operations in the abandoned penthouse on the top floor.

Once upon a time... )
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through all of the devilish things we do. [group thread] [Oct. 18th, 2009|01:16 am]

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John wasn't going to pretend to understand why they were given this chance, but he wasn't going to hesitate and miss it, either. They were all mutants of action. Some of them wanted to change things, fight back against the injustices done to them. Some of them were sick of being told to hide in the shadows while the big kids played -- they were all extremely dangerous and capable in their own right, and they didn't need anyone else telling them that they knew best. Some of them didn't give a shit about anything; all they wanted was a little excitement to shake up an otherwise ordinary night. Adrenaline, bloodlust, vengeance, independence, it didn't matter what drove them to action. What mattered was that when John called and told them that their opportunity was now, they came.

Finding Sublime wasn't hard with Tessa's assistance. It was late at night, and the fugitive cult leader was picking the most abandoned streets to get to his destination, even when they took him out of the way. Staying under the radar and avoiding recognition was obviously more important to him than anything else, and it gave the mutants more than enough time to catch up with his car. He should have brought along reinforcements. Maybe a bodyguard or two. It was weird, actually. The guy had to know that venturing out into the Los Angeles night without protection was a bad idea. Either he was more stupid than they gave him credit for, or more desperate.

They teased him a little at first when they caught up to him on a deserted intersection. Playing with their prey like cats with a cornered mouse. The street lights flickered ominously with Dan's assistance, and Pietro whipped up quite a wind -- removing the car's headlights on one pass, even. Sublime's vehicle began to rebel against him as Wanda and Dan worked together. The radio turned on by itself and started skipping stations as the engine sputtered, the front windshield inexplicably spider-cracked and shattered inward on him, and all four doors unlocked and locked again in rapid succession. When he tried to floor the gas and run the red light, Jared leaped into the path of the oncoming car and dented the front fender, and when he tried to back up and flee the scene of the crime, Fred was there to hold the car firmly in place. Vic and Sarah climbed easily atop the roof and left deep scratches in the strong metal, and then at last, Julian pried the doors off with his telekinesis and lifted Sublime into the air. They had their terrified victim. Now they just had to get him where they wanted him.

The group met up with Cal, Dom, and John by the Third Street Promenade. The boys had brought their supplies -- tar and feathers, liberated from a supplies store and a construction site. All the elements were together now: Sublime, his punishment, and the silent shopping strip where their actions would get the most attention in the morning. It was time for Sublime to suffer for what he'd done, and for the world to find out what mutant justice was really like.

[open to dom, dan, cal, pietro, wanda, jared, julian, fred, vic, sarah, & sublime]
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log: dan and dom [Sep. 29th, 2009|01:55 pm]

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summary! A week or two or three ago, Dan and Dom went to some random party and the conversation turned to that of mutants. Oh boy. Don't worry though! They didn't destroy anything.


Oh yeah? Well if it was up to me they'd just round those freaks up and shoot them. )
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goodbye santa monica [ THREAD ] [Jul. 24th, 2009|03:49 pm]

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[ Paradise Hotel, Santa Monica ]

Everyone might have been on guard for another potential quake - but this was so completely off the scales of what anyone imagined. At around 3pm on Friday afternoon, the ground buckled and rippled out from the epicenter, quickly extending far out beyond Santa Monica's borders, the entire state and the surrounding areas soon feeling the shake.

At Paradise Hotel, they were luckier than most. Thanks to the quick thinking of Jean Grey and Madeline Pryor, they were able to reinforce the hotel, keeping it from completely collapsing around everyone's ears. It wasn't perfect - the top of the building still swayed and buckled, the two top floors crashing down in on each other and partially damaging the third. Most of the windows shattered, with the balconies quickly collapsing in on themselves and the back stairs following suit.

In the upper levels, Julian Keller found himself caught underneath a piece of falling concrete, knocked out as it pinned him down. Mark Sheppard, having stepped out onto one of the balconies not long before the quake, was instead impaled by a broken railing, suspended almost in midair. Forge would later be found buried underneath a slab of concrete that had once been part of the back stairs. They weren't the only residents who needed immediate help, and everyone needed to get out of there in a hurry.

Paradise Hotel was trying to fall down.

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