Jamie Madrox (ivebeenduped) wrote in no_good_deed, @ 2011-01-21 15:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | boom boom, complete, old pc: beast, old pc: multiple man |
Make me wanna die
Who: Jamie OTA
What: Jamie arrives at the mansion. Or what used to be the mansion.
When: Friday, Jan. 21, later afternoon
Where: Uh...the mansion?
Rating: TBD work-safe morethanlikely
He'd been glued to the screen the entire time the news was on. Xavier's had been, essentially, blow up. And he'd almost been there. He could have been there when the shit hit the fan and his army of duplicates could have saved the day and won over the people he thought at one point could help him. Or he could have died. At this point, either one would have been better than his crappy motel room.
Details were still unclear said the pretty blonde reporter, and Jamie snorted. Details were unclear because mutants were involved. Xavier's mutants. No one would know anything they didn't want anyone to know. Well, now seemed good a time as ever to see what was going down for himself. He still felt bad about the Theresa girl coming to get him and not being there when she showed up. She'd been pretty pissed, and he felt bad because she was pretty and not fourteen like she'd sounded on the phone.
Second chances, maybe?
As the days passed, Jamie was learning how better to keep himself from duplicating. For starters, we wore earphones and had music blasting through them anytime he was going to be around more than one other person. It was safer for everyone that way, even if his music annoyed other people. He also stopped showering for awhile, observing that his odd smell kept others well out of bumping range. Not that he was enjoying the smell of himself all that much, but it was a security measure that had to be taken. He also ate and drank everything painfully slowly, took extra vitamin C to keep himself from getting a cold, and plugged his nose when he felt a sneeze coming on.
So far, so good.
The cab ride was uneventful, and the walk down the street to the beginnings of the four hundred mile long driveway was nice and naturey. And cold. Coming out of the wilderness to find the gate at the front of the mansion, Jamie stopped and stared. This was far worse than he'd been expecting, and so very not good. What was he supposed to do now? Who would help him?
When some kids got overly excited, stressed, or otherwise emotional, they pooped themselves. Jamie...duped himself.