J.J. Proudstar | FRENZY (mypath) wrote in academy_x, @ 2010-01-26 18:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | nightcrawler, warpath |
Who: Warpath and Kurt
What: Warpath is bored, annoyed, and getting angry again. Its time to explore the town.
When: Evening, Jan 26
Where: More than likely Buffalo, NY
It didn't seem that anyone cared too much about the loss of powers that had consumed so many of the students and faculty members, and it greatly unnerved James. He would remember the event as a display of weakness by the faculty, and would take steps backwards in his regards to them. Then, there had been the explosion of the girl's dormitories only days prior. He did not know the reason behind it, but had heard the rumors of a student loosing their ability to control their powers. It happened, he figured, but he was thankful he had a good grasp on his own. One bigger issue though that seemed to be eating away at the young warrior was the lack of someone to confide in. Growing up, he had had a best friend, someone that, although didn't match in his ability, matched in his determination to improve himself, and the two would constantly find time to talk or go hunting together and just be kids. There was no luxury of that here. He had been learning to communicate more with his roommate, but now that the other had lost his own abilities, he seemed.. lacking, and Warpath figured to just let the kid work it out on his own.
The school itself was making him feel claustrophobic. He needed to get out, far away from the whiny and privileged. Warpath kept his hair unbound as he got dressed to leave the facility for a while. Faded jeans, black Nike's, a worn out t-shirt, and his jacket from the salvation army would be as 'getting ready' as James actually cared to get for going out. Although he hadn't exactly explored the town nearby without Storm, he figured he'd let his stamina take him on a few hours walk. James took his backpack and emptied the school contents out onto his bed before heading downstairs, his bone daggers neatly tied around his ankles just in case... In his hunt for drawing all the students down to the rec room, he had taken the time to reclaim what was rightfully his. The kitchen would be his next stop, opening up the fridge in order to pull out various meats and other foods. He would make himself a few sandwiches, wrapping them in paper towels, and then placing them in his backpack, along with two bottles of water. Its not that he intended to be gone for days, but if that happened, he wanted to be prepared... and he had no money.
James made his way towards the one of the entrances of the building, pulling his hood up over his head while slipping both arms into the holds of the backpack, adjusting it on his back for a moment. He would be leaving to explore the next town, should he be stopped, he'd simply suggest they come with, or threaten to not tell anyone.