|Laura Kinney (extwothree) wrote in no_good_deed,|
@ 2011-03-14 11:40:00
|Entry tags:||deadpool, incomplete, old pc: banshee, old pc: scorpion, x-23|
Who: X-23 OT Banshee, Scorpion, and Deadpool
What: Club mayhem
When: FORWARD DATED to 3/18
Where: Orchid Lounge in Manhattan
Rating: It'll probably end up somewhere around an R
Since the fire in downtown Westchester, Laura had been a busy little girl. She drove away from the damage she'd help bring to a head only to return as the fire was close to being put out, dressed as a normal teenage girl. By then there were many other people there - family members who'd seen the breaking news reports at home and came down to watch at a safe distance. Some had expressions too cold to be family. These, Laura guessed, were business associates.
To their credit, no one breathed a word about the true identity of what the store concealed when the press was going around looking for answers. Laura, acting the part of a grieving sister, was taken under the wing of an older woman who was also trying to comfort several others. They all ended up going home with this woman when all was said and done. As they were served hot food, coffee, tea, and homemade cookies, the grieving group shared their stories.
Laura said she lost her older brother in the fire. She was too sick with an auto-immune disease to work or go to school, and he had been taking care of her since she was fifteen, the year their parents died in an accident with a drunk driver. Terrible thing. She wondered if she'd gone too far with her story for a moment, but relaxed when she could read easy empathy on the faces of everyone in the group. When she hid her own face in her hands to cry - it came so easy - many of them reached out to comfort her.
It took longer than she thought it would for someone to accuse a mutant of setting the fire. As the point was brought up. the mood in the room changed completely and Laura fell into silent listening. When it became apparent that only accusations and speculation was being tossed around, she decided to speak up.
"I want to be part of it," she said thickly. "I want to help get rid of these mutants."
The grandmother woman who'd taken them all home with her smiled at Laura kindly. "Sweetheart, you're ill."
Laura gave a little shrug. "So maybe I can't fight but I'm good with computers. I just want to help."
Later, when people were heading home, a young man approached Laura and offered to walk her to her car. When he could see she was going to turn him down, he quickly told her that he knew of a way for her to get involved. On the eighteenth there was going to be a meeting with the five heads of the biggest New York anti-mutant cells. He knew this only because he worked as a recruiting agent for one of them. If she wanted a job she needed to be at the address he was giving her and meet with them that night.
When Laura got back to her hotel she used her phone to send Ororo Munroe an email to let her know what she'd found out and where she was going to be. Not that she didn't enjoy the little blaze before, but this was going to be so much more public. A little backup, even if only to keep her reigned in, wouldn't be a bad idea.
The address turned out to be a club in the lower east side of Manhattan, and it was very busy.
She wore her usual black leather tonight, her long thick hair left down and loose. Even if she was legal, she looked like jail bait and got in without a problem.
The music was loud, the lights were colorful, and the crowd was rowdy. Laura went to the bar to get herself a beer, then found a place to sit, drink, and observe.