Thread: The brother I never knew! Characters: Gabe Winters & Alex Blanding NPCs: n/a Location: The Xavier School, near the kitchen Timeline: Sunday evening Description: Two of the three Summers brothers reunite! Rating: G (possible swears? Gabe's internal monologue gets a little swear-y)
Gabe had been down to the infirmary to make sure that the butt of the gun that had hit him in the face and the various beatings he'd taken being out in the field during their mission to save Manhattan hadn't done any serious damage. To be honest, he knew that it hadn't done, he was just a little achey but apparently he had to go and he didn't get a choice if he went or not. There were too many people here who kept trying to tell him what to do and how to feel and that he could talk to them if he wanted to about everything that had happened…
It was just ridiculous. He didn't need to talk, he just wanted to go home. He didn't want to be in this stupid school but he'd had a very stern talking to about if he ran away, they'd just bring him back because he needed to be here to learn to control his powers. He didn't want to learn anything because this place sucked. His room-mate was an exception, but really, he didn't know the kid that well and he was sure that Victor wouldn't miss it if he just… left.
He'd been into the kitchens, it was relatively quiet now, mostly everyone was off licking their wounds or spending time with each other in a kind of… relieved oh my God we're not dead thank God you're alive thing. Gabe didn't care that he had no one to do that with. Not really. He didn't want anyone to do that with, God, why would he? That was pathetic. It wouldn't do him any good because people wouldn't do that anyway. He just didn't fit in here either which was ironic considering it was a school full of freaks, like him, people who had a mutant power, some of which were dangerous, that could kill if they weren't what, controlled? Why should they be? No one would mess with you if you could blast a hole in them with your eyes.
Maybe it was just that Gabe hadn't understood the severity of his abilities and what he could do. He didn't think about the fact that he'd killed people, was he supposed to feel guilt? Was he supposed to feel bad for protecting himself from people that would have killed him? Why should he feel guilty? It was a kill or be killed, and he'd do it again if someone came at him with a gun. He just wished that he'd been able to control his powers better, perhaps then he wouldn't have been hit, that those assholes wouldn't have been able to get a hit in on him because he could have blast them all away.
He huffed out a breath, walking out of the kitchens with a couple of tins in his hands and a slice of bread in his mouth. The tins would go into his backpack along with the new t-shirt he had been given to replace the one that had been destroyed in the city. He stuffed one of the tins into his pocket, his now free hand lifting to take the slice that was hanging out of his mouth out so he could chew on the mouthful he had.
He wasn't really paying attention to where he was going, so when someone came into his field of vision and Gabe stopped just in time to keep from barrelling into him, the young - short - teenager narrowed his eyes at the person who had clearly not been looking where he was going.
"Watch it," he grumbled, trying to side step around the guy. And God, this was another reason why he hated this place. Everyone here was so damn tall. He hated being short. He had to hit his growth spurt soon. He took another bite of his bread and looked up. Okay, he'd seen this guy around before, he had some kind of cool lights coming out of his fists power thing. What was his name… did it begin with A? Or E? Gabe wasn't too sure. "Sorry-" he muttered gruffly, trying to at least attempt at not pissing everyone off.