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going my way? [ April 07, 2008 • 7:37pm]

He pulled his coat tighter the moment he'd stepped out of the office building, throwing a squinted gaze up to the overcast skies lording over New York as he climbed the rest of the short steps down. Considering the generally sunny day he'd spent with his father just yesterday (he was supposed to go on Saturday but as the weather wasn't looking nice then, his father pushed the date to Sunday and much to both their lucks, it pulled through) in Washington DC, he would have thought that last Saturday was the end of the gloomy days if the news hadn't warned everyone about a stormy week ahead.

Shiro dearly hoped it wouldn't suddenly rain on him. He also made a mental note to bring along an umbrella tomorrow.

Turning around to Jacobs who called for him to take care, he smiled, raised a hand to wave and nodded, telling him to do the same. Left hand in his coat pocket, right just by the bag strap slung over his shoulder, he started over to the sidewalk and to his usual taxi waiting spot.

It was just when he was about to put on his Ray Ban glasses when two beeps would honk just behind him and he would turn in time to see that familiar blue-green Second Generation Nissan Sentra pulling over to his part of the sidewalk. Shiro grinned as he watched and he turned back to approach the driver's side of the vehicle. Leaning low enough to meet the driver in her eye level by the time the window would be rolling down, he said, "Ms. Irene."

[ Open to: Irene ]

fool's blood [ April 03, 2008 • 9:42am]

Turns wood into saw dust...I used to tell everyone no one's a mutant in my blood but now, I can't be too sure. )

[ Closed. ]

at the end of the day... [ April 03, 2008 • 9:25am]

Despite the fact that aside from the soap-joke or the rainbow flowers, she hadn't seen any other pranks roll her way, Wanda still couldn't help but give the marshmallow bag a little eyeing when she plucked it from the cupboard. Hand on her hip while she scanned it up and down, left and right, she strained to look for anything suspicious.

When there was none, she was a happy occupant.

She sat herself down the kitchen table with her early evening snacks, one hand taking a squishy white thing from the bag and pinching it a few as she scrutinized it, narrowing her eyes in case Jubilee had planted a maggot in each and every piece of these sweets -- can anyone blame her for being extra careful? Footsteps echoed from the outside, she imagined something glowing brighter and brighter at every beat that walk took as she began to eat the marshmallow.

When the footstep had presented itself in the form of a human entering the kitchen with a tray of what looked like jellos in rainbow colors and something else, she strayed her eyes to the man in a white open polo top, sleeves folded, a black tank top underneath, and matched with a pair of khaki denims, "Oh, very colorful."

"Good evening, Wanda," was what Shiro had said to her in return by the time he had set the trays down to the kitchen table then proceeded to the counter to pull out a knife from the wooden holder then a fork from one of the small drawers just to the sink's side. "What happened to you today?"

"Nothing out of the norm. My soap has been rendered useless, my flowers all ruined and my pictures transformed to a mini-circus," dressed in a simple white dress (yes, that one she'd been looking for) Wanda was very slowly nibbling through her marshmallow when she watched the taller man drag a seat beside her. "Who do you think did it?"

"Who else?" Shiro rolled his eyes before cutting through a jello holding what looked like one of his Bulgaris in hostage. "Even if Sun's the youngest, you don't imagine him to have the mind of a six-year old."

Wanda must have giggled a little there before popping the rest of the mallow into her mouth. "That prank," she gestured to the one on Shiro's plate, "doesn't look like the prank of a six-year old."

"I'm sure you know who I'm talking about."

She sighed and shook her head, "We all do." She slipped her hand into the bag of mallows for another one.

"You don't have work tonight?"

"Night off," Wanda answered, the mallow halfway into her mouth as she glanced at the younger man, "The manager has a special someone singing on stage and after her, Barbara Cook's coming on."

"Barbara Cook?"

"You don't know your broadway."

"I never got into broadway," he returned to his extraction. With the fake pair of glasses dangling on his fork, he scraped the rest of the jello off with the knife before setting it on an empty space on the tray.

Wanda clapped her hands delightfully at this, "Congratulations, Mr. Yoshida! You have seven more plates to go."

"I know," Shiro slid that plate aside and sliced open the adjacent yellow one for another pair, "I'm well aware, actually..."

[ Open to: Xavier's ]

April's day requires fools [ April 01, 2008 • 9:08pm]

Psych! Ha ha ha. )

[Open to reactions!]

ooc )

Rooftop cats (Erik) [ March 28, 2008 • 2:54pm]

They swarmed her until they covered her entirely like a cloak stuck on a branch. They horded her until she couldn't breathe and lost control. But she showed none of this. Yes, she will feel pain and she will suffer. These were little things that were part of the job and she would accept them, but she will never allow herself to be affected.

Rahne opened her eyes and she returned back to where she was. The shower had been pouring nonstop. Gallons of water must have gone wasted as she became fixated in recalling what had happened during the protest and how that X-Man slighted her with his nightmarish hallucinations. She did not realize how water started flooding in her cubicle and that the water was already her ankle level.

She left the pool behind to wear some loose clothes for the night. It was late when she opened her window to give her wings a stretch before settling in. Rahne flew more openly in the dark because she wouldn't be attracting much attention.

Her definition of settling in wasn't exactly heading to bed. Most often than not it meant sitting on top of the roof and spending the rest of the night on it. Whether she slept or not, it didn't matter. What she does wasn't very exciting. It was simply an equivalent to meditation, or just passing time by. These after a whole day spent in training, which was another of those unexciting things she ever does.

But she was not alone. )

The Aftermath... [ March 28, 2008 • 10:45pm]

Her head did not feel so good. Her brain felt a little too big for her head, as though suddenly overnight it had filled with air. Scott had woken her with a glass of water and a few Advils in hope to stave off the roaring hangover before it hit her, but it was too late, and it was very likely she was still a little bit drunk.

The details of the night before were a little fuzzy. She still had on a sparkly silver top she'd put on before they'd gone out clubbing and she had a tacky tiara tangled up in her hair. Scott thankfully had managed to tug off her boots when she'd gotten into bed, but he had not the skill nor the perseverance to try and remove the tiara and so it had stayed.

For some reason, and it was probably the extra alcohol in her system that was playing a part in this particular confusion, there was a fertility statue sitting on her bedside table. There was no question as to who'd gifted it, as a "♥ Ororo" was etched into the base, but she had absolutely no recollection of getting it the night before, and most certainly didn't remember positioning it in such a lurid way next to her engagement photograph and the portrait of her parents.

She had to put the night behind her and move onwards and upwards, away from the nausea and the headache and down to breakfast, though considering it was after midday already it was probably more aptly called lunch. Her parents were arriving later in the afternoon, and while her father wouldn't have any problems with her looking a little dishevelled, she was sure that her mother would have something to say about it.

She stumbled into the kitchen, having switched out of her silver top and into her pyjamas, though still with the tiara stuck in her hair. She'd shower after she'd had a little bit of something fatty and disgusting to eat. She wondered what there was in the fridge.

Doodle wars! [ March 27, 2008 • 2:48pm]

Issuing the challenge:

Put on top of a pile of Shiro's paperwork late Wednesday afternoon. )

[ March 24, 2008 • 2:47pm]

[ music | Bustle of the streets ]

Where: District X
When: Midday, some day shortly after the fray.
Who: Kurt and anyone who happens to be around.
Doing What, Exactly? Let's find out together!


Last orders at the pub, PART 2 [ March 15, 2008 • 12:44am]

Who: Shiro Yoshida and Jubilation Lee
What: Drinks all 'round! Plus a little lot of chitter-chatter on the side

Continuted from here.

You're only laughing 'cause you've never experienced them and you think it's funny. Well, newsflash: it's not. )

Last orders at the pub, PART 1 [ March 15, 2008 • 12:34am]

Who: Shiro Yoshida and Jubilation Lee
What: Drinks all 'round! Plus a little lot of chitter-chatter on the side
When: [major leagues backdated] Monday night
Where: APT
Rating: ~PG-13 (for words)

Strippers? No, I'm not too fond of strippers like you are, thanks. )

Continued here.

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