Re: Team 2: Abaddon & Scion
Frederick had spent the brunt of his life getting condescending, dismissive if not outright contemptuous looks. From his father and brother. Sometimes even his mother. From his classmates for being too rich, too pretty, too sensitive, too bisexual... Then later from all and sundry for being in porn, then for being a cripple, then for being a mutant with pink freaking hair... You get the picture. Frederick knew the looks well. He also knew very well how to summarily ignore them, lest his reaction to them become a lot more crippling than his car accident had been before the Flare.
His mother had called it being fresh, his ability to mug and grin at people, or generally act like nothing had happened in the face of any insult. He had only perfected the ability with age. He shrugged off Abaddon's attitude, up until the point where she mentioned gory scenes. What gory scenes was she talking about?
"Uh, I'm pretty sure those weren't our orders, and this Shatterstar guy doesn't look like he'll appreciate improvising. The guy's got a stick up his ass the size of Cleveland."