Mark Sheppard (djshep) wrote in marvel_united, @ 2010-03-05 11:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | dj, pixie |
Who: Mark Sheppard and Megan Gwynn
NPCs: ----
When: March 3, 2010 (Slightly backdated)
Where: Xavier's Common Room
What: Megan loses a bit of her soul and who does she go looking for? Trouble. She ends up finding Mark and hits on him shamelessly. She is rejected and leaves in a huff.
Rating: PG-13
"Aw, man, I so had that!" Mark was stationed in front of the TV in the common room, a Rock Band guitar in hand. The remnants of his fallen band mates surrounded him; a discarded bass was on the floor, the drum set was back in it's rightful place against the wall, and somewhere on the couch, the microphone stranded on the table. Mark was not so easily dissuade. He would finish this song on expert and then he would grab a bite to eat.
The game itself was only a distraction from the quiet within Xavier's. Everyone was so quiet, these days. Even Mark. He wanted to chock it up to Galactus, but the problems he was having had nothing to do with the fashion faux pas planet-eater. This train of thought led to a slew of badly plucked notes and unpleasant tings from the stereo and he hit the pause button. "Nothing wrong with restarting," he murmured, casting a glance around to ensure he was alone before he scrolled down, reset the song, and went back to attempting a perfect.
Megan had just had a bit of soul ripped from her. So where does she go? Hunting of course. She needed to find someone now. This led her to the common room. She heard voices - well one voice: Mark... DJums - wow, that nickname made him sound yummy. She stood at the doorway, stretching herself so that she nearly molded against it. It was hot in here. She shed her hoodie revealing a tank top.
She raked her hands through her pink hair and cleared her throat. Come on, Yum-Yum-DJums, notice me. She sent her thoughts to the innocent victim.
Mark was clueless for as long as he had his streak of perfection going. He had just lifted the guitar up to incite Star Mode when -clang-, he hit the wrong button. With a frustrated sigh, he hit pause again and was just about ready to restart when he caught a glimpse of a reflection in the black portion of the TV. His head snapped back and his jaw fell wide.
"Uh...h-hey, Megan," he greeted after clearing his throat. It had only cracked a little, which was a relief to him. His eyes swooped over her, noting the position her body took on the doorway and he flushed. "What's up?"
Megan grinned and twisted her pink hair around her finger. "Oh... just bored," she sighed and walked over, her walk definitely unusual for her - as she usually fluttered over - and this walk had more.. purpose to it, a bit predatory. "So, fancying yourself a rock star, hmmm?"
She walked right over to him and touched the guitar. "Can I join the band?" Indeed, she was invading the personal space quite a bit - probably enough for Mark to smell the peppermint sweet she'd been sucking on earlier.
Mark hastily rubbed his sweaty palms on his baggy jeans as she approached. "I rock pretty hard," he said with a nervous laugh as she got closer. His stomach clenched at how sweet she really smelled, and for a moment he thought he was dreaming. At least until he pinched his arm while adjusting the strap of the guitar.
He turned away from her hastily to point to all the different instruments in a flourish of movements. "You wanna sing? We'd look like an Indie band that way..." His face was glowing red and her tried to hide it by avoiding her gaze at all costs. Something was wrong, even if his hormones were telling him it was right.
Megan's lips were pink and she smiled at him. And she stood closer, her chest closer to him than any part of her body. She held his stare as long as she could hoping that she might make a suggestion with her eyes. "I could think of something better to do," she started, then finally broke the stare, looking down. "But indie rock band it is."
To get the mike, she had to lean around him as it was on the table behind where he was standing. "Mmmm.... excuse me." She said when she had already leaned close enough.
His mind was yelling at him to make a move, and for a brief moment, he almost listened. His hands were up, about to touch her, before he shoved them back down on the guitar and exited back to the song list. "So, what are we playing?"
He swallowed thickly before he looked over to her, doing his best to put on his most charming smile. Megan's sugary sweet personality is what had always gotten his attention. She was kind and carefree, the type of girl who would rarely get serious. He could really appreciate that in a world like this. As much as he wanted to, he had never made a move and that's what made this moment all the more confusing. Was she really coming on to him or had someone set this up? He took an anxious glance around, checking for any snickering classmates. The coast seemed clear, so just what was going on?
Megan's chuckle was deep and slow. She tilted her head and arched her eyebrow. "What are you looking for, DJums? Nothing but us two. I promise."
She grabbed his free hand and pulled it toward her bosom. "Listen to my heart. It's not beating as fast as yours." She smiled at him. "What is making you so nervous?" She pressed closer. "Let's just *pretend* there's mistletoe up there." And she parted her lips slightly and leaned in - which wasn't much of a lean seeing as she had sidled up so close to him - to kiss Mark on those stunned yum-yum lips.
Mark had only a few precious seconds to listen to the screaming and yelling in his mind. He knew that something was up, but did it matter? He remembered the sweet taste of those pretty lips and he wanted that again, but did he want it like this? He took her by the shoulders gently and carefully stepped back over the cords along the floor. "Megan, are you alright?" His voice crackled slightly, but the concern was clear.
Megan blinked, annoyed and confused as her eyebrows furrowed. "I'm trying to kiss you, DJums. I thought you wanted that." Her hand went to his own and pried it off her shoulder slightly as she tried to lean closer. "Don't you think the time would be a little more fun if we were kissing?" She maneuvered herself so that she was closer to his face. "Unless... you don't like me." She pouted slightly, assuming this looked positively adorable.
He fumbled for a proper response, tripping over every syllable as he tried to explain himself. It was difficult with her looking so brokenhearted. "No, it's...you see, I...I mean, you're awesome, Megan. And I really like you. A lot." He could feel his ears burning beneath the beanie he wore and he felt the embarrassment creep slowly down his cheeks and neck as he continue to make a fool of himself. "But don't you think this is a little sudden?" It came as a surprise to Mark that he was not squeaking out his words. With her lingering so close to him, it was getting difficult to even breathe, let along think straight.
Then the pout got angry. Megan frowned deeply at him, narrowing her eyes, stepping back. "Sudden? What's wrong with trying to make something happen here? Gawd!" She threw up her arms and took flight, her wings beating as if to help fuel the anger as she backed away from Mark.
"Maybe that is what I should expect." she huffed, folding her arms, looking down at him. "You are a child, after all. I'm going to go find someone who actually wants to have fun!" Like Remy. He was an adult, not a teenage boy like Mark was. "Goodbye, Djums. You just totally missed out." And she flew out of the room.