psych_youout (psych_youout) wrote in xemplifylogs, @ 2008-11-25 17:39:00 |
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Winter was coming and Kyle Gibney was out making a fool of himself. It was mid-morning and the thin layer of snow which had fallen was now mostly melting away. Unfortunately for the Brotherhood members, Wild Child was frolicking like a child, or perhaps a puppy? in what little bits remained of it. Too much time forced to sit still in Jason's dark tent while his wounds healed, and on a full moon no less, had left him with way too much energy. After a few shouts, he had taken his little snow fetish outside of the camp, but now that it was melting he was heading back to the heart of the Brotherhood Camp. He looked rather ridiculous really, wearing ripped and still bloody baggy blue jeans and a sleeveless t-shirt, pink scars laced over his bare arms. The furry youth did not even seem to notice that it was quite literally freezing outside as he crouched near the central fire.
Tents... Cordelia should have known what she was getting into when she left home all those years ago. Still, it didn't deter her from her loyalties. Just because she couldn't be in the nice, restful security of a building... where there was central heating and cable. One couldn't blame Cordelia for her preferences, after all, she'd been raised in luxury. Now... now she was sitting next to a fire, huddled in one of the warmest coats she had. And she was watching Kyle dance around like a fool. Was he even cold?!
Huge, furry, claw-tipped hands extended toward the fire, the young man giving a huge, toothy grin before he glanced to someone sitting next to him. It did not really matter who it was, he just wanted someone to enjoy the day with. "It snowed," he announced, oh so helpfully, in Cordelias direction. He was the observant one, wasn't he?
"Yeah. It snowed," she chuckled. "And its cold." Cordelia didn't much like the cold. She liked being warm... which was why she bundled up tightly at night. Why she didn't go get her blankets right now was beyond her. She wanted them... but that would mean moving. "Your fur keep you warm when you're flailing around in said snow?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"'S not that cold," he stated with a small shrug. "Back at home, it'd snow fer feet. You could tunnel through th' snow." He gave another huge grin, then looked down at the puffs of fur on his hands and elbows. Large chunks of it was missing due to his recent fight, having yet to grow back. It all looked rather strange, he having dark hair on his arms while he had light blond fur on his hands and elbows. Feral genes did strange things. "I guess," he returned with a small shrug. "Movin' keeps ya warm too," he added, seeing how she was all huddled up
"Don't wanna move," she replied. "I'm going to stay right here near the fire where I know for a fact its warm." She was used to the snow being around too, having lived in Boston, but damn. At least she'd had a house then. Couldn't Magneto spring for a place to stay? "Where are you from?"
"North," he grinned, thrusting a clawed thumb in the direction of North. How he knew at any given moment which direction was North, even he did not know, it just called to him. "Th' Canadian Rockies." He spoke of it as if it were a place he dreamed about.
"I've never been," she replied. "Is it pretty?" Of course, asking Kyle Gibney if he thought the Rockies were 'pretty' was probably a dumb thing to do.
His once more blue eyes nodded quickly as he grinned ear to ear. "Oh yeah! 'S great! Th'r's always snow on th' mountain tops n' th'r's thick, black woods as far as y' can see an' th'r's hardly any cities at all!" Clearly, Kyle and Cordelia had differing opinions on lifestyles.
Very different opinions. But that didn't mean they couldn't get along. "Hardly any cities at all? How do you function?" she laughed. Reaching out, she ran her mittened hand through some of the melting snow and sighed. She couldn't imagine living in more of it.
"Y' hunt! Y' survive! An' th'r's so few people 'round no one tries ta shoot ya." Gibs said it brightly, as if it were a very exciting, and very common existence. As if people not trying to shoot you was a rather rare thing. He did look rather beastly though, one could see how he could be anything from an evil mutant to a werewolf to a snow monster to frightened humans.
"People tried to shoot you? Geez, I'd smack them around just for that. Bunch of idiots running around with guns, makes me wish I had an active mutation instead of a passive one." Though, her mutation could come in handy on many occasions.
The still grinning feral just shrugged, not seeming too upset by the idea. There was one memory of looking down the barrel of a gun that still upset him, the first gun he'd ever stared down, but he was keeping that well from his mind now. "What's yer power?" he asked eagerly, scooting a tiny bit closer to where she sat.
"Psychometry. I can basically touch anything or anyone and learn all about them. Their past, their possible futures, where they've been, what they can do..." She loved her power, she just tried like hell not to use it on a person. It usually left her with a bad, bad headache due to all the different directions a person could take in life.
His face went rather blank at that first word. It was big and Gibney had no idea what it meant. Then she explained and he started grinning a little, nodding. "Oh, 'at's neat. I c'n heal fast!" he beamed, oh so helpfully. Seemed he thought that was more of his mutation than any of his more physical ones. He blinked, then thought a moment before he answered, "...wow, 'at really is cool. I dun even r'member half a my own shit."
"Yeah, I try not to use it on people though. Gives me a killer headache and a nosebleed and we're not exactly in an area conducive to getting aspirin and a kleenex," she pointed out, smirking. Or sympathy for that matter, but then again, sympathy wasn't high on her list of priorities anyway.
His nose wrinkled as he heard that, nodding. "Yeah, 'at's not fun at all." He frowned as he thought of someone pretty as her in pain and bleeding and a hint of a growl rumbled in his chest. Kyle was over protective of women, he couldn't really help it. "'Ow'd y' come here?"
"I walked. And I got chased. And then I met this mutant who told me about the Brotherhood and here I am. Away from my sister, who I hate, and my parents, who I can't stand... and just kind of, doing what I can. How'd you get here?"
He blinked, head turning to one side. "Y' have a sister?" Gibney had always wondered what it was like to have a sibling, as he had been an only child. He gave a low chuckle as he thought about the events that led him here. Gibney had a bad habit of rambling on but for once, he actually kept it rather short. "Cops were after me, th' boss got me outta a pickle."
"The boss does seem to take care of his own, don't he? And yeah. I have three brothers and sisters." She stopped, blinking, and shook her head. "No... that's not right. I had three. Now its just Emma. I'm not sure if Christian is still out there or not. Either way, it doesn't matter. I was kind of like the outsider in the family anyway."
His eyes blinked very quickly, he looking rather stunned for a moment. "...Oh." He looked her slowly over, unable to comprehend how someone like her could be an outsider. "M' family ran me out, too." He said it with an odd mix of sadness over what had happened, and excitement, as it gave him something in common with the pretty lady before him.
"My family didn't run from me. I definitely ran from them though." She reached out and patted his back, forcing the urge to pat his head to be stomped down. He was adorable. "Its good that you don't let stuff like that get you down though."
"Oh..." he muttered again, still confused. Why would you run from your family? It just did not make sense to the little feral who wanted nothing more than to be accepted and received nothing but rejection. He gave a huge, toothy grin at that patting, he certainly would not have minded a pat on the head, he was quite easy going.
"Yeah. Its not easy being different. And its even worse when you can't live up to the legacy that is your older siblings." Being the youngest, she was constantly disappointing her parents until she was fed up with the looks they gave her and the remarks from her siblings.
Not easy being different, that was something Kyle could greatly relate to and yet did not fully understand. He nodded quickly in agreement. It was not easy having people hate you because you were different. Kyle honestly would not change a thing about himself however, despite his houndish looks and strange behaviors. "Whatter yer older siblin's like?" He was very curious now, and seemed to be settling down like a kid at story time.
"My older brother, Christian... he was very sweet, but very connected to my older sister, Emma. They were close. Closer than I'd seen two people. Sometimes it made me wonder. My older sister Adrienne... she was the sarcastic type, always acting like she was better than everyone else... right up until Emma killed her."
He listened intently, and his eyes flew wide and nearly bugged from his eyes at that last line. "What?" He asked, jaw hanging wide open. It seemed to result in a strange reaction from this male, his nose staring to wrinkle, a growl rumbling in his chest again.
"Yeah. You've probably heard of my older sister, Emma. The White Queen, Emma Frost." She snorted as she said it. White Queen indeed. She'd been blessed with so many damn mutations that Cordelia was surprised she wasn't sporting a cape and flying around like a superhero. "She runs with Xavier's crowd."
He blinked. Then blinked again. Nope. Not only was no one home, the lights weren't even on. "...oh." It was a simple statement to try and fill the awkward silence that was forming. The runt did not even seem to react to Xavier's name.
"You okay? I didn't scare you off with my story of the family who gave the term dysfunctional a new definition did I?" she asked, chuckling softly.
He shook his head quickly. "Nah.. I mean..." He gave a slightly forced chuckle and shrugged his shoulders. "M' dad ran me off with a shot gun. 'S hard t' scare me." He assured, then lifted his chin and puffed out his chest slightly to show how big and brave he was.
"My dad ever came at me with a shotgun, I'd have probably cowered right there in front of him." Cordelia didn't think she was very brave at all. She ran with the Brotherhood because they were trying to make it better for mutants, not hide themselves away. There were people here who she could count on to watch her back... possibly.
He shrugged, sighing and lowering his eyes a little. That big puffy pride he'd been putting on suddenly vanishing. "Yeah well... I jus' ran." A part of him wished he'd torn his throat out. Another part of him hated himself for even thinking about that.
Reaching out, she pulled him to her in a sort of half hug. "You're alive. That's all that matters in the long run right? He didn't get you." Cordy could see herself and Kyle becoming friends. She could do worse, she knew.
He blinked, rather surprised by that action. After all, the last female he'd been nice to had lashed out rather violently at him, and the one before that had kicked him then shaken herself nearly to tears when she kissed his cheek. Not that Gibs was going to complain about the change of events. He grinned and shrugged. "'S all good now." He was fine, he could not even remember the mans face.
"Good. I'd hate to have to shake you back into the present," she replied with a smirk. Lord knew she doubted it would work, but she would have given it a shot. And probably scared the poor little wolf boy to death in the process. "So... what else do you like to do? Other than play in the snow."
He shrugged, looking down at one of the big, still pink scars across his arm. "I like t' hunt an' fight. An' uuuh," he paused and tried to think. "I like video games." He had not played one since he was eleven, but that hardly mattered, he still remembered how much he liked them.
"Video games? Really?" she asked, grinning. He was like a little kid, she loved it. She didn't feel like the young one around him. Hell, she kind of felt on equal terms though he could probably take her in a fight on a massive level.
"Yeah, I used t' play th' Mario Brothers games, back b'fore... yanno." He shrugged and waved a furry hand. He had failed to leave out that he had not even been a teenager when he had been run off with that shot gun.
"Mario broth- how old were you when you had to start fending for yourself?" she asked, very curious now. Seriously... sometimes she hated people, but there were times when she hated them much more than usual.
He rocked back slightly on his heels, scratching at his prickly chin. "...was eleven? I think." He had to add that last bit. He thought it was his eleventh birthday he'd just celebrated. The annoying thing about a healing factor, it sometimes messed with memories.
"Eleven? What a douchebag!" she scoffed. Yeh, this would be one of those times where she hated people more than usual.
He shrugged once, frowning though he was lookin away. He tried not to think about it too much, it still stung, deeper than he would ever admit, and did nothing but irritate his feral gene.
"Yeah well, our parents are missing out on great kids. So its their loss and our gain," she replied with a nod. She decided from here on out, she was watching Kyle's back.
He grinned slightly, bobbing his head. He'd have to watch out for her sister, anyone who would kill a family member was very low on Kyle's list, but other than that, he liked this girl, quite a lot. It was mildly surprising to anyone who had been around Kyle that he was not going utterly girl stupid yet... but of course, yet was the key word.
Settling back into her huddled position, she held her hands out towards the fire, warming herself up. "I think I might turn in soon. Which tent is yours, anyway?" She was looking around, tents really all looking the same, though she could tell hers easily due to the fact that she was sitting to the front of it.
"I don' have one, I live in th' burrow over there!" He sounded beyond proud of this as he pointed toward waht looked to be a mound of mud behind two fallen trees. Kyle had spent a good bit of time making the little hole in the ground warm and waterproof.
"You live in the ground?" Another difference of opinion. Cordy couldn't imagine living in the ground. Scratching her head, she cocked her head to the side. "I couldn't. I'd freak. I'll stick with my nice, safe tent and the blankets I can bundle up in."
"Tents're too flimsy," he frowned, nose wrinkeing as he made a face. "They dun hold in enough heat an' c'n be blown over." He was eyeing the surrounding tents skeptically. They at the very least needed some mud and leaves on them to insulate.
"The wind isn't strong enough right now, and somehow I doubt the ground would be warm," she chuckled. "At least, I don't see how it could be."
"Ground holds heat better'n air. 'S why snow will fall but not stick." Kyle did not know the scientific complexities of it all, but he knew what was real. "'M stayin' in Jason's tent fer now." He gave an embarrassed grin. "'E's kinna mad at me 'at I got m'self roughed up."
"Who did that to you, anyway? Someone here?" If it were someone here, she might just have a chat with them.
"Some bit smelly cat," he said, nose wrinkling with a small growl. "I was tryin' ta get this bike an' 'e came up and got me off guard. Big guy." His eyebrows were pulled down as if he were angry at the memory, but he was also grinning with a half insane look, as if he had qutie enjoyed it all. "I got 'em pretty good though... woulda won if MasterMind hadna stopped me!" Something about that last bit was so painfully clearly a lie.
Reaching up, she ruffled his hair a bit. "I'm sure you would have." She wanted to placate him before she crashed in her tent for awhile. "I'm going to turn in. I'll see you in the morning, yeah?"
He bobbed his head quickly, grinning widely at that patting. "'Kay! Lemme know if ya want me ta help with yer tent." He gave a quick grin as he reached over to pat her back with a large furry hand.
"I think my tent is just fine, thanks," she chuckled. Getting up, she brushed off her bottom and made her way to her makeshift quarters.
He moved quickly along beside her until she reached the tent flap, still moving on all fours. "'Kay then." He did not approve but well, he was not going to press the issue. He bobbed his head and turned to move away once he was sure she was safe inside. He had a new friend, and the feral could not stop grinning about it.