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Blake Tyrie (blake_ty) wrote in no_good_deed,
@ 2011-04-28 21:07:00

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Lookin' for Food...
Who: Blake Tyrie and Emma Frost
What: Blake runs into his Ethics teacher while trying to find something to eat
When: Thursday Evening
Where: Kitchen,in the X-Mansion
Rating: PG-13 because of Blake's mouth and attitude

A young man of 19 years walked the halls of the Xavier Institute. He grew bored of his MP3 player so he decided to get something to eat. This young man had been through a lot. He has had a roller coaster of a life. This young man has seen his parents killed and his house burned down to the ground. He has lived on the streets for years, barely getting through the days of his young life. He has even killed people himself when he was only 13 years old. However, despite that, he had also seen good in his life. He found out, the day that he was discovered by his friend Landa, that he was destined for something more. This young man hated the way mutants, people with special ability, were being treated. However, on the other hand, he was taught that mutants couldn't take advantage of humans during his time at the Xavier Institute. This young man's name was Blake Tyrie. All that Blake truly wanted was to master his powers and get out of the school, and he couldn't wait for that day. Blake had no way of entertaining himself other than pulling pranks and starting fights with the other students. Blake wasn't able to do much of that today, so he felt this day of his to be...unproductive. Blake thought that he could at least get something good to eat.

Blake had class today with a woman named Ms. Frost, or something like that. Blake was not sure what her power was, in Blake's mind, it probably had something to do with ice or something stupid like that. Blake didn't really pay attention to anything but his wants, needs, and desires. It was his desire to get out of here as soon as he was done learning whatever it was that he needed to learn. The sound of his black shoes hitting the floors echoed throughout the halls as he made his way toward the kitchen which, upon finding it, appeared to be empty. Blake didn't care, though, as usual. Blake made his way to the fridge to find something to eat. He opened the fridge up and he began to scan the inside of the fridge. He might go swimming later as well, no one knew what Blake was going to do next. Not even Blake knew what he was going to do next. However, what Blake did know was that he felt that he was probably the best student in the school, Blake felt that he had the most potential, but Blake wasn't so into himself, he knew that he still had a lot to learn. Blake sighed as his eyes scanned the fridge for something quick to eat.

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white__queen
2011-04-29 03:55 am UTC (link)

Most students jumped to that conclusion after hearing her last name. Emma was used to that, and all references to her name and how much it fit a woman who had such a cold personality. There were numerous nicknames she was aware her students called her, and most of them were deserving. Frosty Bitch, Ice Queen, the list could go on, but ironically - or maybe not so ironically - her powers had nothing to with cryokinesis. She left all the icy, frosty things to boys like Bobby Drake. Emma Frost's powers were far more interesting. Telepathy. Yes, Emma Frost could read minds. She could do far more than that with her telepathy, but for all intent and purposes, Emma was a skilled telepath. Who at the mansion didn't know that?

Oh.

The boy walking into the kitchen didn't realize that, did he? With a cup of freshly brewed coffee in hand, Emma stared down at the drink. Part of her wished she convinced Hank to make her one of his perfected cups of coffee, but considering the hour and the fact that she only wanted the coffee to get through the rest of the papers she needed to grade, Emma felt like it would be a worthless cause.

Icy blue gaze lifted from the drink as a boy walked into the kitchen, obviously too wrapped up in his own little world to even notice the platinum blonde vixen standing off the side. A finely sculpted brow arched as she watched him rummage through the refrigerator.

"Isn't it a bit late to be having dinner, Mr Tyrie?" Plucking up a spoon, Emma stirred the coffee attempting to make it less sludgy than it all ready was to no avail. Giving up, she placed the spoon in the sink and took a sip of the coffee. She had to hide a grimace as her stomach threatened to turn over. Ugh, a multi-billion dollar heiress was reduced to drinking cheap sludgy coffee and grading ungrateful students papers. This was what her life was reduced to? Damn, she inwardly cursed herself, damn her bloody conscience and the need to help that she felt when she found out the Xavier Mansion had been destroyed.

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blake_ty
2011-04-29 04:43 am UTC (link)

Blake was taken by surprise a little bit; he got his head out of the fridge and he turned around, thinking that it was another professor that found another reason to put Blake in the dog house. However, when he caught sight of Ms. Frost, those feelings quickly went away. Blake gave a sneer to his Ethics teacher. Blake didn't know why people just couldn't mind their own business, everyone had to butt into other peoples' business in this school, especially the professors. This may have been a school, but to Blake, it was a prison. Blake closed the fridge and he leaned his back against the fridge and crossed his arms over his broad chest. Blake kept the sneer on his face and raised an eyebrow. Blake thought that teaching Ethics was stupid and that having it for a class was dumb. Blake felt that the only people that should teach a child how to live are the parents of the child and if the parents aren't there, then the child should reserve the right to learn on his or her own, especially if that kid was Blake's age. Professors at this school made Blake sick...but this particular one made Blake feel something...different and it was that difference that made Blake's sneer fade away.

Blake examined his teacher from head to toe. Blake didn't know why he hadn't noticed before but Ms. Frost looked...phenomenal, to say the least. Blake smirked a little at the sight of Ms. Frost. Blake was still a 19 year old guy, after all, no matter how grown up he tried to act. He may have been introverted and impulsive and rebellious and flippant but he was just like every other guy when it came to a beautiful woman. Blake felt that it was a shame that she was a meddling professor in a stuck-up school of little mutants. Blake sighed, and a stoic expression crept upon his face.

"...What do you care, isn't it a bit late for you to be worried about what I'm doing...?"

Blake decided to fire back. Blake loved challenging authority. It was the only thing that made him feel alive in the school. The students were either nerds, stuck-up, or just stupid in Blake's eyes. Pulling pranks, flirting with girls and women, and fighting were really the only things that gave Blake joy. However, Blake knew that, in the end, he would have to be the one to save the school from ultimate boredom and stupidity.

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white__queen
2011-04-29 04:57 am UTC (link)

Even if Blake didn't see, he was a typical boy in Emma's eyes - and mind. His defiant personality was similar to the majority of the students at this school. They all hated being told what to do, and who could blame them? Many of them came from abusive homes, majority - if not all of them - knew what it was like to face adversity. All of them, including the teachers, were viewed as vile, dangerous mutants. Why any student wouldn't be a little defiant in the face of authority was beyond Emma. However, Blake was a different breed of defiance. He came with a major chip on his shoulder. His attitude was atrocious, and while most students at Xavier's were grateful to have a safe place to live, Blake seemed to challenge it all the way.

"It's never too late, Mister Tyrie," Emma hid a smirk from behind the rim of her coffee mug. Some professor might actually get tired of this tough guy exterior, but Emma always found boys like Blake to be amusing. Her smirk likely didn't help this situation, and as she leaned against the counter, Emma made sure to watch him closely.

"I'm not meddling, merely trying to make conversation. You should know, I'm not one for small talk, but I figured it was the polite thing to do, but since manners seem to go completely over your head, I could return to ignoring you." Quirking her brows upward, she took a slow sip of her coffee. Perfectly manicured nails rapping lightly against the porcelain of the mug.

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blake_ty
2011-04-29 06:02 am UTC (link)

Blake rolled his eyes. Blake felt that his point was being proven. There was nothing worse than a pesky teacher. Blake caught the smirk that she gave Blake. Blake wasn't going to lie to himself, to be put cleanly, Blake thought that Ms. Frost was stunning. Of course, Blake knew that he probably wasn't the only one who thought so. Blake thought it would be stupid for him to think that he was the only one who could see it. Blake hadn't been here for that long, he didn't know that many students. The only students that looked familiar to Blake were students that Blake got into a fight with or pulled a prank on. Blake would like to get to know his Ethics teacher though, that much was for certain. Blake threw his hands into his pockets and he kept his stare on Ms. Frost. What Blake saw about Ms. Frost was that he couldn't really read her. Blake was good at reading people, what they wanted and what they were thinking. However, he couldn't do that with Ms. Frost, he felt that he knew that smirk on her face was a mask, but he just couldn't tell what it was hiding.

Blake sighed as Ms. Frost insulted his manners. Blake felt that what she was saying was all in an attempt to make him feel bad. Blake felt that it could be that or she could simply care less about it all, Blake couldn't tell because he couldn't read her or her intentions. Blake watched her just as she watched him. Blake, at times would turn away for a few seconds but whenever he turned back to Ms. Frost, her eyes were still on him. Blake scratched his head a little bit and raised an eyebrow at her. He figured that she was only being nice, but he didn't really care. However, he didn't like silence whenever there was more than one person in the room; it made him very uncomfortable and very anxious for some reason. Blake ran his hand through his brown spiky hair and decided that he would bite at the bait that Ms. Frost was giving him, no one was around to catch being nice, so he figured he could be lenient with her at least.

"Ok...what are you doing out here...did you know I was, like, coming down here or something and you decided to talk to me about behaving, just like everyone else did...?" Blake said stoically as he got away from the fridge and reopened it.

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white__queen
2011-04-29 10:41 am UTC (link)

"Oh please, Mister Tyrie. The world does not revolve around you." Taking a final sip of her coffee she placed her mug in the sink. "I have no intentions of chastising you for your behavior considering I have yet to witness what other teachers have," Resting her hip against the counter, she crossed her arms over her chest and watched him closely.

"I wanted a cup of coffee, and it just so happened that you were in here at the same time. I'm not following you, and I'm not here right now to lecture you about your behavior. I think, if you want to be left alone, you ought to be left alone. Nineteen years old, and being treated like some of our freshman population. Granted, from what I hear, you don't exactly act like a nineteen year old some of the time," A smirk curled across her lips once more, this time there was no coffee cup to hide behind. It was difficult to determine if her smirk was mocking him or not. Emma wasn't the easiest person to understand. She wasn't Ororo where emotions and opinions were worn so openly on her sleeve.

Her walls were made of diamond with intentions of keeping everyone out emotionally. It was easiest to keep people at an arms length than to open up herself to be vulnerable. If Blake felt like he couldn't read her like most people, it was because Emma didn't want to be read like some sort of book. As a telepath, Emma read other people like a book, she hated the idea of being in the opposite situation.

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blake_ty
2011-04-30 08:32 am UTC (link)

Blake rolled his eyes once more at Ms. Frost, barely taking in what she had to say. Blake may have been a little cocky and cynical, but he wasn't that into himself. He knew the world didn't revolve around him. Blake knew that if it did, then his parents wouldn't have died. If it did, then he would have mastered his powers the first day he got to the school and have gotten the hell out of the school already. However, Blake did think that he was the strongest mutant at the school. He thought that he had the most potential and he thought he could beat down anyone that crossed his path. Blake took out leftover pizza that he spotted at the bottom of the inside of the fridge. He took three slices, put them on a plate and walked over and popped them into the microwave and set the microwave to warm the pizza up. After putting the pizza into the microwave, Blake thought that he should have ate it as it was, just to give Ms. Frost something to watch. Blake found his way back to the fridge and leaned against it once more, only to hear Ms. Frost's condescending comment.

She basically told Blake that he should be able to do whatever he wanted but then she told him that he didn't act his age. That comment caught Blake's attention but he didn't really care for what others said about him. If he did, then he wouldn't be Blake Tyrie quite frankly. Blake kept his smirk on his face. Blake thought it would be too easy for him talk bad about Ms. Frost, in fact he found it too easy to talk about anyone. Blake loved finding flaws in other people and he loved letting them know what their flaws were all the time.

"Oh really? Well, from what I hear, you...you know what? Never mind, that's way too easy...", Blake said, deciding to hold back his insult, he rather not face another complaint made by another professor.

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white__queen
2011-04-30 09:50 am UTC (link)

Emma's brows rose curiously as Blake was about to insult her but held back, "Oh no, Mister Tyrie," Waving her hand to urge him on, "please continue. I guarantee you any insult you could possible say to me, I've heard before." Placing her hands on the counter, her nails idly rapped against the marble tops.

"You see, I have this theory, I think your defiant personality stems from two things," Leaning back on the counter, Emma began to wonder if she was really crossing a line with him. Ah well, if Blake wanted to act like he could handle anything she could throw at him, then she might as well dish out her brutal honesty, "One, you're a typical teenager, who hates authority, and feels entitled. It's all right, Mister Tyrie, you and 1.2 billion of the world's 6.3 billion people feel that way." Emma felt that Blake wasn't that different. He might have felt he was best thing since sliced bread, but every other teenager felt that way as well. "Second, of course, is your lack of trust in anyone who holds some sort of power over you. I think the biggest problem you face each day is keeping up this front to make people think that you're some sort of threat to them." Emma paused, allowing that to sink in. Any other student would likely be in tears at this point. Emma figured that Blake could handle this though.

"The real question should be, what would Blake Tyrie be like without all these fronts?" Emma smirked, oh goodness, was she challenging him? Her smirk certainly suggested it.

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blake_ty
2011-05-01 01:37 am UTC (link)

Blake raised an eyebrow, watching his Ethics professor trying to urge him on. Blake wasn't sure if she was just trying get a rise out of him just to get him into trouble or if she was really challenging him. Either way, it really didn't make much difference to Blake. Blake didn't really care whether or not he got into trouble. If he did, then he would have stopped acting the way he did a long time ago. Blake, as much as he got into trouble, didn't mind punishment. He taught himself to practically keep doing whatever it was that he was doing, despite the consequences. Blake was just going to let it go anyway but then Ms. Frost drew him in again, telling him that the way he acted could come from two different bases. Blake was intrigued to hear her opinion but her opinion only served to anger Blake in the end.

According to Ms. Frost, Blake was the way he was because he was just a typical teenager or because he was afraid of putting trust into anyone. She then mocked him, wondering what Blake himself would be like if he wasn't who he was at this point in his life. Blake couldn't believe the type of nonsense that came out of his teacher's mouth. He felt like slapping her. Blake got out of his lazy state. He got up from leaning against the fridge and he made her way over to her but he didn't get that close. Blake's facial expression went from stoic with a sneer to just outright anger, however it was softened because he didn't think that something so ignorant would come out of a professor's mouth, so it was somewhat of a shocked look than it was an angry look.

"Don't you ever...make the mistake of thinking that you know me. I am who I am. Did you even think for a second that anyone would even listen to you if you didn't look the way that you did? So don't you ever...ever make assumptions about me when you don't even know who I am? Who the hell are you, what the hell do you know?" Blake said sharply and vengefully as the microwave made a 'ding' sound, signaling that his pizza was ready.

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white__queen
2011-05-01 11:04 am UTC (link)

She could see that anger rise in him, and while for a very brief, very single, very quick moment Emma questioned if she overstepped her boundaries, she regained her confidence. As she stopped midway between them, Emma closed the gap. Her face and blue eyes completely devoid of an expression except for a broad smirk across her lips. His attempt for sharp and vengeful words only amused Emma as she listened to his whining monolog about not judging him and not making assumptions. She wanted to roll her eyes, but she kept quiet and allowed him to prattle on. How many other students didn't want to be judged? Didn't want assumptions made about them, and always spouted that 'you don't know me' diatribe every single day? Emma honestly lost count.

"I know more than you think, darling." A finely sculpted brow arched as she tapped a finger to her temple. She began to wonder if he really didn't know that she was a telepath. Ah, it was probably better that he didn't know. That would likely anger him anymore. Granted, if she were younger and more naive she would have taken advantage of this situation a long time ago, but Emma say potential in Blake Tyrie. Potential that perhaps other professors might have overlooked. Or maybe they just didn't see it because they didn't have the sight that Emma did. There was a level of power that came with being a telepath, especially one like Emma Frost and the situation that she was in. With Xavier and Jean gone, Emma was able to take up the mantel of 'Head Telepath'. There was some sort of power in being the only one to work a machine like the Cerebro.

Taking a step from him as the microwave signaled that the pizza was ready, Emma nodded. "Your pizza is ready, Mister Tyrie." Emma was ready to leave and end this conversation. Hopefully he wouldn't be offended if she left while he was eating.

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blake_ty
2011-05-04 04:04 am UTC (link)

OOC:((Sorry, I was taking care of school stuff, please forgive me!!))

Blake felt that he made his point. Blake thought he was a force to be reckoned with and he hated being underestimated and he hated being put into a category by people who didn't know him. When it comes to that, Blake takes it all as an insult to his pride and soul. He didn't like it when people didn't take him seriously, and usually he would show them why he should be feared, no matter who it was. However, he found something strange amidst. He couldn't bring himself to show Ms. Frost who Blake Tyrie truly was. Blake had his fists clenched when he said what he said. However, strangely, when Ms. Frost approached Blake, thus closing the gap, Blake found his fists unclenched. However, that didn't mean his facial expression or the way he felt changed at all. Blake already knew that fighting a professor would result in him getting expelled, but that wasn't the thing that kept him from doing it. It was something else, something that Blake couldn't put his finger on.

However, one thing was for sure, Blake felt that Ms. Frost knew exactly what to do to make him angry, telling him that she knew more than he thought. As if that wasn't enough, the arched brow and the smirk that she had on her face was more than enough to send Blake over the edge. Blake closed his eyes tightly and opened them, exhaling quietly to hold in his rage. He clenched and unclenched his fists but he ended up stuffing his hands into his black jeans. Blake rolled his eyes once again when Ms. Frost told him that his food was ready. Blake was going to take the pizza into his room, he wasn't interested in eating in the kitchen and he wanted to leave Ms. Frost rather than Ms. Frost leaving him, if it ever came to that situation. Blake walked over to the microwave, opened it, and got the pizza out from inside the microwave.

"If you know what's good for you...you wouldn't do what you just did to me ever again...I'm not like these little students that you boss around, so I suggest that you watch what you say to me from now...that is...if you like the way your face and body looks at this point in time..." Blake said, with a vengeance as he made his way to the exit of the kitchen.

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