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Tweak says, "OBLAAAARGH"

Loki (hamrammr) wrote in compass_network,
@ 2013-02-03 13:10:00

Entry tags:

!open, maryanne walker (oe), ~isabel lane, ~john mitchell (oe), ~micha delmare, ~tony stark

Hello Island!

There are plenty of horrible things that have happened over the past few weeks. We all lost people, half of us are grieving or at least know someone who is. Every few days someone new arrives here and they will feel lost, they will feel horrible. But we can show them a bit of kindness, everyone here. Show them you are human, listen to them. We need to start helping each other.

I’d say that’s all something we should do a little bit more: listening to each other. We all have our pasts and some of us have been through a lot of shit. But before we go and attack people, let’s listen to them, show them a bit of respect. Let’s get to know each other before we start to judge the other person, swap stories and see where we are alike rather when where we are different.

My name is John Mitchell. I’ve been on this island from pretty much the beginning. I own the local pub, so you can come and see me there. I made the mistake of attacking the spire a while ago and since then it loves electrocute me which usually ends with weird stuff happening to me. I’m a vampire and I hate it. I don’t need to drink blood but I’m still addicted to it. Please, don’t offer me blood or bleed in front of me. I’m trying my best to stay clean. I can be an arse at times, bear with me.

I grew up in Dublin, Ireland, in the late 19th century, early 20th century. I used to steal apples from Uncle Michael with a few others from the same street and then watch as Mick accused the “British arse bandit”. I didn’t have much when I grew up, in retro sight we were nearly as poor as beggars but I had enough. I was a soldier in the Great War and died there. I thought I would be home by Christmas as did most of my comrades but I never got home again. I travelled the world. I’ve done a lot of horrible things in the past, a few kind things as well. I love fast food and Maryanne’s burgers are a blessing in my eyes. I don’t see sense in white chocolate or putting milk into your coffee. I always wanted to learn how to play the guitar but never got farther than A major.

So, hello, everyone, that’s me. It’s nice to meet you. Who are you? And would you like to help me turn this into a place we all want to live in?

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part 2

maryanne_walker
2013-02-05 10:36 am UTC (link)

That was all it took, he managed to scramble up, run for his shotgun and chase me out of the house. Sean couldn't do anything to save me. I ran, as fast as I could. I guess in the confusion, he got my car packed all my stuff in it and drove it to the street. The car was something I had earned, I had bought with my own money. I don't know why my guitar and fiddle weren't in the car. And I don't know how David found out... But Sean parked the car on the road and took to the woods to find me. He knew where our hiding places were.

In the time Sean took to find me, and the time we got back to the car, David had set it on fire. There was no saving anything by the time we got to it. My pictures, my cello, and my clothes... everything was gone. And I was still a giant Cougar.

Shortly after that, me and Sean stood watching it burn while David guarded it with his hunting riffle for about fifteen minutes. The X jet landed, and there were several mutants, like me, on the hunt for me. They found me before anyone else could. Jetted me away to Xavier's institute for gifted students.

There I learned how to control my mutation, but it took me a good solid month, and a lot of time with a telepath, to figure out how to shift back. By then my body had changed some internally. Which is a lot of science stuff that most people aren't interested in so I wont go into it.

Needless to say I learned focus, and how to sooth my beast. I wont go into details because it's more sciencey stuff and I've probably already bored people to tears. I was at an okay place when I thought it was time for me to leave xavier's. I didn't need it for regular schooling, I had got my additional credits and they gave me my diploma. Once I had a handle on my mutation I wanted to go do the things that I had set out to do.

I'd had a full ride academic scholarship to the University of Alabama. I could literally do and be whatever I wanted. I'd got it issued to me before graduation. I got told at the front door that there was no room for a mutie like me. My Dad had me put on a list. One that identified known mutants to the rest of the world. So I was denied my dream. Or one of them.

I don't know how I found myself in Slidell, but I found a small group of mutants there. We stuck together, we were all rejects. No body wanted us. Or our families didn't anyway. That's where I met Jason.

It took a little prodding and a whole lot of charm, but his Cajun ass worked himself under my skin. By then we had a few rejected kids with us. We were their bread and butter. It was good to feel loved and needed again. But time was short.

One bright early morning we woke to find eight of our twenty kids had lost their mutations. A few were devastated, a few were happy that they no longer carried the stigma of being a mutant anymore. Jason... Was normal. Still plans went on like normal. The former mutants still couldn't go home anymore than we could have. So we continued on with our plan. We were going to get a house, one big enough, and maybe a bit run down, to hold us all. And we were going to build a normal life for ourselves.

It was a cold December day, and Jason had found a perfect house. It was something we could both afford, because it was a little wrecked from Katrina. But not to much for us and the kids to do something with. We were there to sign papers. I should probably mention that Jason and I had a justice of the peace wedding. ~~And we thought that maybe I was pregnant.~~ Anyway. We'd done it, we were going to be homeowners.

He was knelt down in front of me arms wrapped around my waste. I felt the fire travel through my middle. I didn't know what had happened. But when I looked down, there was a dime sized hole right between Jason's eyes. There was no time for goodbye, no... Nothing. He was just gone.

I shifted then and there. Before I had lost too much blood and couldn't do it. I followed the trajectory. Found the sniper's nest spot. But he was long gone. I hunted him for months. The kids had Jason buried. Moved into the house for a little while. Life went on without me.

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Part 3

maryanne_walker
2013-02-05 10:39 am UTC (link)

I found the man that killed Jason exactly two months later. On Valentines day. I killed him in the most painful way I could. I ate him alive. Not while I was human, of course. I've been a changed person ever since.

I went back home, and shit hit the fan. I don't know how they found us, but they did, though honestly I only need one guess. Purifiers burned the house down. The kids got out but we scattered. Six came with me. The rest... I don't know where they got off to.

We ran, and ran, and found ourselves in the wooded swamp around my hometown. Irvington. I knew those woods. And we lived off of the land, on the LAM for five years.

Before train kidnapped me the Purifiers found us again. Because I did something stupid. Because one of the kids wanted a fucking McDonalds burger for their birthday, I went and got them one. It was so little, I couldn't turn the request down.

I ended up shot again, in the shoulder, when Thomas yanked me on board. I don't know what happened to the kids. Last I heard John was free and clear, no men after him but he didn't know where the others were. Then my phone died.

Anyway my life on the train changed for the better. I met some people that changed me, and my life. People that I will love for the rest of my life. No matter what happens. And one that will own my heart for the rest of forever. Because he won it, even if I fought my own battle with it. He planted himself inside and I would never want it any other way.

That's me in a nutshell. And I'm only twenty-six.

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	hamrammr 2013-02-06 03:56 pm UTC (link)
	Jesus, that really is a book. You should team up with Grey and write an autobiography. Anyway, it's nice that you are here. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	maryanne_walker 2013-02-07 04:40 am UTC (link)
	Hah, haven't we been there already? There is one somewhere, just buried in a hole so no one will ever ever find it. It's nice that you're here too. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hamrammr 2013-02-07 02:13 pm UTC (link)
	And here I've blissfully forgotten all about that conversation. Have you actually found yours? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	maryanne_walker 2013-02-08 04:04 am UTC (link)
	Yes. Oddly enough it fell on my head. I freaked the FUCK out. Then doing my kitty bury things thing... It's now buried under a rock where no one will ever find it. I was tempted to burn it... But that seemed like it might be a bad thing to do. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hamrammr 2013-02-10 03:53 pm UTC (link)
	Jesus, did you look into it? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	maryanne_walker 2013-02-11 04:42 am UTC (link)
	Hell no. I know what's in there. Why would I want to relive it? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hamrammr 2013-02-11 07:05 am UTC (link)
	Curiousity? To know what's actually mentioned in there? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	maryanne_walker 2013-02-11 07:31 am UTC (link)
	No, my luck everything is painted in to a more vivid picture than I could ever put it in. I doubt a single thing is groused over. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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