Cleo (calciumrich) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-04-01 00:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | cleo moore, jason winter, p: mj |
Who: Cleo Moore & Jason Winter
What: Hanging out and enjoying the Hologym
When: Saturday 31st March
Where: Hologym
Rating: Low
Limbo, it would see, was proving quite popular as the facility to be if you were a Super. It had its fair share of transfers out, but the transfer ins were definitely starting to beat those particular odds and, as luck would have it, the newer faces were, to Cleo, quite familiar. That tended to happen when you moved around as much as she did though she always went right on back to her home base because roots were important. Fundamental, even. The latest new face was Jason, a fellow Super that Cleo had encountered during her time in Texas. Everybody had their own nicknames for different facilities; that one for Cleo was 'The Pit' because honestly it felt like that at times. Limbo was better, loads better, some people didn't know how good they had it in Washington and dear lord did they know how to whine about it. She was, however, proud of herself for not having marched on in there and set the record straight because honestly it wasn't worth her time or effort. She'd been invited along to the Hologym by Jason with an instruction of 'don't wear too many layers' which, in itself, could conjure up quite the colorful image of what might be taking place, but Cleo? Well, she didn't like to assume anything so she had taken the advice with a pinch of salt so she was clad in a tank and ripped jeans with converse on her feet. Not too many clothes but still enough to be respectable, whatever she may encounter in the Hologym. And then the doors opened and her eyebrow lifted when she was greeted with the sight, sound and even the smell of a beach. She ducked her head to hide the smirk before she figured, to hell with it, and off came the converse and socks, at which point she made her approach. "A beach, huh?" Jason was standing in the sand - and the simulated heat - in nothing but board shorts and a huge grin. There was a volleyball set up behind him and the gentle rushing of the ocean waves as they crashed onto the shore. It reminded him of home, of the beaches in Florida that he h*ung out on with his friends, or when he was younger and Mike had tried - and failed at first - to teach him to surf. It was just something familiar and even though it was nice, it did little to settle the aching in his chest for the real thing. To feel real sand between his toes. “Can’t sunbathe in that get up, Cleo,” he told her with an arch of his eyebrow. “C’mon, I got you a towel, there’s beer in the cooler and no stupid people who don’t know how to share a beach to bother us. Perfect, right? Come play volleyball with me?” He held the ball up and wiggled his eyebrows, “You know you want to.” “Well,” Cleo began, “Had I known that there was going to be a beach I would have worn my bikini but somebody-” cue a pointed look at Jason “failed to be overly specific with the details so here I am, jeans and all.” Still she was adaptable and ever since her eureka moment with her powers and her body confidence Cleo was less than shy, bold even, so much so that her tank was stripped off until she was left in nothing more than the black and red lace bra she had on underneath. It was a start. “And do me a favour,” she said with a smirk. “Don’t cry when I beat your ass.” Jason shrugged a shoulder, about to tell her that he had told her not to wear too many layers and she still showed up dressed like she was going to go shopping when she stripped off and he just stared for a moment as she did. When her top was dropped to the floor, he cleared his throat and belatedly averted his eyes. “You know you have an unfair advantage, right?” he told her, throwing the ball in her direction and scratching at his shoulder. As he turned to head to the other side of the net, the scarring on his back visible, just as visible as the scarring on his chest. His powers were volatile, and had been far more dangerous than they were now right at the beginning. The number of times he’d hurt himself he couldn’t keep track of. He pushed his hand through his hair. “Boobs and all.” He knew she’d kick his ass, but that was fine. “I can’t think of anyone who I’d want to beat my ass more than you, Cleo,” he told her with a wink as he clicked his tongue and stood on the other side of the net. Cleo smirked a little and hitched one shoulder up towards her ear. “It’s only an advantage if you rely on it, honey.” She grinned a second later and winked as she took up her place on the other side of the net as she waited for Jason to serve. “Let’s do this.” It was fun to be doing something other than training in the hologym, a breath of fresh air even. |