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Angie Baxter. Fire manipulator.

[angie-baxter]

Angie

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[violet-donova]

"I know, but I, I need some room to breath." Violet replied, hoping that Angie would understand this, understand why she needed to get away from all of this. "The meds they’ve been giving me are supposed to make me drowsy, but I haven’t been taking them, so I’m pretty sure that it’s safe."

[angie-baxter]

"Then you take a walk or something don't...run away." Angie drifted off childishly. "You haven't been taking them? Okay I'm pretty sure that's even worse than taking them and riding your motorcycle."

[violet-donova]

"As long as I feel like it." She replied, crossing her arms over her chest as if that emphasized her point. "It’s not going to be forever Angie. At least, I’m pretty it won’t be. I can’t carry all of my shit on my bike anyway. If I really wanted to leave I would’ve brought a car."

[angie-baxter]

"You shouldn't have to go at all." Angie frowned at her friend. "Did the infirmary even clear you to ride your motorcycle? Is it even safe for you?" Angie was only being picky because she was worried about her friend, worried how her time at the "other school" would affect her.

[violet-donova]

"Pretty sure I don’t need to tell you when I decide to go for a ride."

[angie-baxter]

"And how long do you plan on going on this 'ride'? A month? A year? I may not know much about you, Vi, but I'm not an idiot. I know when someone's running away. Believe me, I do."

[violet-donova]

"I’m sorry did you need something?"

[angie-baxter]

"I wanted to know where you think you're going."

[ceceliarps-deactivated20150711]

Vladimir, numerous thoughts sprinting and residing within his head, couldn’t prevent himself from his fidgety behavior that consisted of his furiously chewing his lip and playing around with his slim fingers. He wasn’t quite sure why he was nervous considering the fact that he more than knew how much he liked and trusted Angie. Sure, talking about certain things did happen to be difficult, but he wanted to show Angie, prove to her, in a way, that he wasn’t scared to confide things with her. Certain stuff just took time, but he felt as if now was the right time to say what had happened. “You know the whole kidnapping bit, right? Well I suppose those people probably tried to get some mutant information off of me, or some shit like that. I guess the bruises just came from their…not-so-gentle handling.” He looked over at her, eyebrows raised as he shook his head. “It’s honestly not that bad at all. I mean, I don’t even remember much of how they got there and the pain’s gone. They’re just sort of disappearing now. They’ll be gone, soon. And then we can make out without you having to see them, so don’t be worried, okay?” Vladimir nodded, agreeing with what she had said. “Hey, same conduct flies with me too. Why don’t we just agree to ask questions? And if the other doesn’t want to answer, then they don’t have to.” Vladimir immediately knew he’d end up answering all her questions, although not right after she had asked them, but eventually. It took time. “Then you’ll know that my memories are fucking great. That they’re the best things ever and I wouldn’t trade them for anything.” Sure it was foolish to say something like that, something so bold, but Vladimir knew he meant it. He’d read the files, had seen what his life was like before, and was slightly glad it was gone now. Lorelei. “Yeah, yeah. I know, but sometimes I like hearing all about little baby Angie.” He didn’t just like the feel of her against him, he fucking loved it, and the second she squeezed his hand, he felt his heart stop, just in that slight moment. Letting out a hum that was a mixture of amusement and satisfaction, he threw her a crooked smile. “Nothing slips past you, does it?”

[angie-baxter]

Listening to Vladimir recall what little he knew about his bruising, Angie thought about burning something, anything, in order to extinguish the little bubble of anger that was rising in her throat. It may not have seemed like a big deal to him, but to her it was the most awful thing one person could do to another. Physically torturing a person to the brink of death but not quite killing them. And no matter what he said Angie was always going to assume it was worse than it seemed. At his words, she laughed, leaning her face into his shoulder. "I'm more concerned with your health than with kissing you, you know. But if that's what you want to focus on, than sure." She moved her face from his shoulder to look at him, nodding. "I can do that, yeah." She thought about all the questions she might want to ask him the questions she might want to ask him, the questions he would ask her. When he spoke about his memories, Angie felt her face turn hot, and she hid her face in his shoulder again. "Still. There's a lot you could know. If we could figure out a way to get your memory back." She smiled and shook her head. "Baby Angie was not even remotely interesting until she was eleven." She sighed, curling against him a little bit more. "Not usually. I would have pushed you for it before but its late and I'm off my game."

[ceceliarps-deactivated20150711]

Vladimir, an interested expression residing upon his face, kept his gaze focused on Angie, examining every single movement of hers, absolutely in awe at how graceful and fluid they were. Although she herself appeared to be obviously exasperated, Angie managed to pull off the whole facade with a certain softness and gentleness he couldn’t quite describe, but was most definitely able to admire. His heart continued to beat rapidly, remaining the way it had been for most of this night, though right now it seemed to be accelerating, if that was even possible. He wanted to know how she felt, how her perspective was on the predicament they were recently facing. Vladimir let out a sigh of relief at her statement of agreement, a reassurance draping itself over his shoulders, causing him to relax and grow less tense. Today had allowed him to finally realize how attracted he was towards her, hell, it had told Angie herself the way he felt without him even needing to say a word. Vladimir also felt that what had previously happened only moments before gave him permission to see how Angie’s emotions were, concerning her relationship with him. “That’s true.” He responded in an exhale, whilst scratching the back of his head, only slightly nervous now. Listening to her, he nodded in understanding, for he had felt the same way when it had come to the topic of her father. He wanted to ask her thousands of questions, to know all about her and who she was, yet he had to restrain himself and make sure he didn’t unleash too much more than she was able to handle. Vladimir’s lips immediately turned downwards into a frown, disliking the fact that something so simple like that was holding Angie back, preventing her from asking him anything. “I understand that, and, if I’m being honest here, I feel like that with you sometimes, a bit, too. Like, I never want to ask you things that might make you cry or upset because it hurts me. I hate to see you that way.” Furiously biting his lip, Vladimir clasped his hands together tightly, prepared to go on. “But that doesn’t ever mean we should keep the questions we have to ourselves, because that isn’t quite good to do, either. Sometimes we need to just ask the questions and take risks. I mean, how else are we going to get to know each other any better? How can we become closer if we’re always scared and never learning anything new about each other?” Vladimir finished the statement with a nod, bursting into laughter at what she said next. “You’re so fucking ador-” His words were cut off as he was caught by surprise at her following actions. The feeling of her against him wasn’t only intimate, yet it made him feel warm, too. Not the burning passion he had been experiencing moments before, but something different, a feeling just as pleasant and beautiful. Looking down at their intertwined fingers, he threw her a sheepish smile. “There’s a first time for everything.”

[angie-baxter]

Once she was able to calm herself down, Angie was able to push her other feelings aside, prepared to talk about the topic at hand. She was going to tell him how worried she was for him. Being bruised like that, having to go through that and not remember any of it. Unless of course he did. And he just wasn't saying anything. Angie wouldn't blame him if that were the case. That wasn't something that shouldn't have been brought up at all, had she not seen the bruises herself. He probably wasn't even ready to talk about them and yet he was going to anyway, for her sake. Angie felt a rush of sympathy for him, then, knowing he didn't have to go out of his way and yet he was choosing to. It made her want to reach out and hug him and never let him go. Although that wouldn't be the best option. "You can ask. And if I don't want to answer I just won't." She shrugged. "Easy as that." It wasn't going to be that easy, because Angie knew she would feel tempted to answer despite her better judgements. "But it's hard, you know? Because I know that all the memories you have are of wherever you were and me. And I know me pretty well by now." Her weak attempt at a joke made her want to bury her face in her pillow again. "There are other ways besides talking about our pasts, Vladimir." She curled against him, finding comfort in the rising and falling of his chest. She squeezed his hand, smiling up at him. "I suppose so. But you can continue to tell me how adorable I am since I interrupted you."

[sweet-selena-odonoghue]

"Marmphmallosh"

[sweet-selena-odonoghue]

Selena nodded. “That’s cool. At least I’ll get a little bit ‘o time with people believin’ me.” She nodded. “Me ex, Cameron, was pretty tall too. He’s so pretty. But really, like, everyone is taller than me. I think Avery is the only one who isn’t, and she doesn’t count cause she’s only half an inch shorter.” She smiled sympathetically. “Ye, I get that. Anna bugs me all the time, and Cameron likes ta hold things above me head.” She frowned. “I’m sorry, sweetie. That really sucks. At least I don’t have to miss me mum, she isn’t worth knowin’. That really sucks.”

[angie-baxter]

"I mean it could work for a while, as long as people aren't suspicious." She shrugged. "I mean being tall is great and everything, but it has just as many downsides as being short does. There are still people who are taller than you, depending on how tall you exactly are." She nodded. "Hopefully that won't happen to be anytime soon, but I wouldn't put it past Vladimir to try." Angie shrugged, brushing off her apology. "It's not a big deal, really. I mean he died before I was born and my mom never really talked about him until I discovered my powers. I always thought he had just left."

[ceceliarps-deactivated20150711]

Vladimir, having absolutely no clue as to what he was supposed to do in such an odd situation as this, ran a hand down his face, a frustrated sigh making its way through his pouted lips. He hadn’t meant to hurt her feelings in any way by not telling her, after all, she had been there for him in every single step of the healing process he was going through, but instead felt like the topic was too painful. Everything about it was too difficult to explain and discuss, yet he knew he should have told her at some point, rather than having her find out this way. Vladimir had often considered telling her about the bruises; whenever he had seen her in the hallways of the school, or found himself mindlessly walking past her dorm room door even though his destination was on the other side of the school. It just hadn’t been easy, every single time he had tried to say it, his throat would constrict and lips would become sewn shut. She probably despised him right now, for keeping such a thing like this a secret, but then again, Angie wasn’t that type of person. She would understand, or at least try to, he hoped. “I’m sorry. I just-I can’t help feeling that I have.” He noticed her expression change and silently cursed himself for moving away, causing the crack between them to grow. “Oh God, I hadn’t meant it that way. It wasn’t just fun, it wasn’t just a game for me.” He glanced over at her, finding that she still was wearing his sweater, looking absolutely fucking adorable. “It was more than that, and I like doing more than just kissing you. I mean, kissing you is fucking great, but so is being near you, and talking to you, and…there’s more I see in you than just somebody to kiss.” Hearing her tone then made him want to reach out and pull her into his arms, reassure her and tell her that everything would be alright. But she had rejected his previous hug and he didn’t want to risk frightening her, or even worse, being denied by her once more. “I don’t want you to be scared like that. You can ask me anything, you know you can, don’t you?” Vladimir blushed and pulled his knees close to his chest, resting his head upon them. “I want you to ask me things, and if it’s ever too much, I will always tell you. Angie, I trust you, and I want to tell you things. I like telling you things. Hell, I want to tell you everything, but, sometimes, it just…takes me time. It takes me time to do things, but I will do them. I don’t even know if any of that made sense.” Chuckling, he slowly shook his head and moved closer to her, trying to get her to look at him, to show her he was perfectly okay. “You can’t do that because if you do, that means we burn with them, and I don’t want that. I don’t want anything that takes you away from me. Besides, I am here now and I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon. I don’t plan on leaving you.” He held out a hand in front of her, desperate for her to hold his, show him that everything was okay. “It’s okay, Angie. All I want is you, even though I don’t deserve you. You’re too good for me, Angela, but I can’t help it.”

[angie-baxter]

There had to be something she could focus on, Angie thought, then thinking about the situation at hand. It couldn't be avoided, after all he'd asked about it, but she wished that the ground would swallow her whole so that there would be something else to focus on for the time being. Anything but the images she saw flashing in her brain, depicting Vladimir being thrown around like a rag doll. She shook her head, trying to clear it, before burying it in her pillow, forcing herself to think of something else. It wasn't until she had an image of the skittles that she kept under her bed did she finally remove her head from the pillow, nodding at his words. "I understand what you meant." It had started out as a game, absolutely. Seeing which of them was wrong or right. But it had turned into more or less a moment of clarification, of where they both wanted to be. She smiled softly at him, before nodding again. "I understand, don't worry. You and I both know you can't stop the words that come out of your mouth sometimes." She had meant to ease the tension between them, but Angie couldn't help but feel even worse as she spoke. "It's not that I'm scared or upset to ask, it's taking me everything I have not to ask as a matter of fact." She tugged absently on a string that was sticking out from the seams of the sweatshirt.  "But I'm always so worried it's going to trigger something and I'm going to upset you and I don't want you to be upset." She shook her head. "You shouldn't have to tell me because I should be able to figure out when I can say anything and when I have to keep my mouth shut." She shrugged, as if the idea of killing them both didn't bother her. "If it mean those people would go down too than I don't care. I just don't ever want you to get hurt again." Her face flamed at his words, and when she looked at his hand she decided to do him one better, pushing his legs down gently and burying herself against his chest, hoping that would relax the both of them enough. Looking up at him with a curious expression on her face, Angie took the hand he had previously held out to her, lacing her fingers through his. "You've never called me Angela before."

[ceceliarps-deactivated20150711]

Vladimir analyzed her body language and facial expression with eyes that were clearly clouded, everything in his obvious and immediate vision appearing blurred, giving off the feeling that he was practically intoxicated. Which, when he considered the situation and moment, he could be, drunk off of the numerous kisses and gentle brushing of their skin making contact. He didn’t quite fully comprehend what was happening, what he was thinking or what she could possibly be pondering. Perhaps him lifting her shirt had frightened her, been too much, a leap over the boundaries? His movements felt sluggish, and he wasn’t quite sure what he was missing. Vladimir, racking his brain for what could have happened, what could have immediately changed her attitude, let out a noise of surprise when he realized. She had seen. She had seen the bruises the gruesomely decorated his ribs, the same marks that he was forced to see every morning, every fucking day, when he changed. But they didn’t just stop there, no, they went on to litter his legs, being the very reason he insisted wearing jeans and pants every single day, even though it was spring. Would she be angry? Upset with him because he hadn’t confided this with her? To be honest, he wasn’t quite sure how he had received the marks, but he had theories, numerous ideas and explanations. And his heart broke, it fucking broke the moment she shook her head and moved away, rejecting his hug. Her hands, delicate and beautiful, instantaneously began to burn the moment they were placed on his arms and he frowned, moving his arms away from her, from her touch. “I didn’t mean to pressure you into anything. I-I just meant for it to be”, he paused, racking his brain for an answer, “just fun. Harmless fun.” But it hadn’t been that, he hadn’t been fucking careful. “Are you sure?” He gulped before taking a breath, knowing that the question he was about to ask would be one of the hardest things he’d ever have to do. “No. No, I’m fine, but…You saw them, didn’t you? That’s why you look scared, no, upset. Why are you upset?”

[angie-baxter]

Angie wasn't quite sure how to breach the topic of what she saw. She wasn't sure if he even wanted to talk about it, truthfully. It was bad enough she had pushed him into things he was scared to talk about that first night, and that she couldn't give him answers to the questions he kept asking her. Now she had seen something she knew she wasn't supposed to see, something he hadn't brought up. And at first she was offended, because after everything she had helped him through he hadn't bothered bringing up the one thing that she could absolutely be there for him for, despite not knowing anything about it. But when he pushed her away, the only thing she could feel was devastation. Not only had she managed to hurt his feelings, but she could possibly have forced a wedge between them, since she still refused to bring up what she saw. "You didn't pressure me at all, honestly." She shook her head, desperate to reach out and grab his hand but knowing he would probably push her away again. "It was more than that to me, you know it was. You mean more to me than just kissing, Vladimir. You need to realize that." At his question, she hung her head miserably, noticing then that she was still wearing the sweatshirt he had pushed aside. "I didn't want to bring it up." She said softly, refusing to raise her head to look at him. "When I saw it I-the very idea of someone hurting you, abusing you like that. It makes me want to burn the entire world into little tiny pieces of ash so that the people responsible can suffer." She finally raised her head, still avoiding looking at him directly. "You deserve everything that is good and wonderful in the world. Not something like that never something like that."

[sweet-selena-odonoghue]

"Marmphmallosh"

[sweet-selena-odonoghue]

Selena clapped her hands. “Yay! I will have to keep that in mind next time.” Selena nodded. “Yeah, see, half the time I have to wear heels just to look people in the eye. It really sucks with me dad, cause he’s ginormous. Like 6’3” I think? That is more than a foot taller than me. It’s ridiculous.” When Angie’s eyes widened Selena waved her hands a little. “No, no! It’s ok, I don’t know me mum. Like, at all. I know her name was Maria, but Papa doesn’t even know what her last name was. It’s cool, Papa raised me by himself, Uncle Dalek helped when I was a bit older. It’s all good.”

[angie-baxter]

"It might only work for so long, though. After a while they could just think I'm lying." She reasoned. "But I will help as much as I can." Angie nodded at her words. "Vladimir's 6'2", which is exactly six inches taller than I am, which is enough for him to make fun of me." She huffed, nodding along to her words. "That's more than I know about my dad. He died before I was even born. Fire manip powers gone wrong."

[sweet-selena-odonoghue]

"Marmphmallosh"

[sweet-selena-odonoghue]

Selena nodded. “Hey, that might work. He doesn’t listen to Anna, Avery, Papa, or Cameron anymore, he knows they’ll like for me.” She laughed a little. She nodded sympathetically. “Anna’s the same way, she’s like 5’7” barefoot. That’s one of the lucky things about my biological mother being a junkie, I ended up teeny tiny.” She shrugged. She as quite small, 5’ even, probably not even 100lbs soaking wet.

[angie-baxter]

"Well in that case I'd be glad to help." The way Angie saw it, with her reputation amongst teachers, the language teacher was going to be more likely to believe her if she vouched for Selena. "Yeah, I'm about 5'8". I just don't like the idea of being freakishly tall around people who are average height. That's why my sneakers don't usually have any height and if I have to wear nice shoes the heels are barely a quarter inch off the ground." Angie's eyes widened slightly in surprise, wondering how Selena could be so casual about her mother's problem. "Well sometimes that's a good  thing, being small."

[sweet-selena-odonoghue]

"Marmphmallosh"

[sweet-selena-odonoghue]

Selena nodded. “Technically, yes. But he cheats. He’d probably say he wants to make sure I didn’t shop the picture and provide the marshmallows. He says Papa spoils me so he has to make me work.” Technically it was the pot calling the kettle black, both men spoiled Selena equally. She nodded fervently. “I know, aren’t they amazing? I have these cute leather pants that they will just amazing with!”

[angie-baxter]

"Well I was standing right here when you had all of them in your mouth, so I could act as an extra witness, if you'd like." Angie shrugged, wondering how often the girl got into situations like this. "I've always wanted to wear ridiculously high heels. But I would look more like a giantess than I already do." Angie wrinkled her nose.

[sweet-selena-odonoghue]

"Marmphmallosh"

[sweet-selena-odonoghue]

Selena nodded. “That would work on me dad, but Dalek is more careful with his money. It had to be full size.” She pulled up a webpage on her phone to show Angie a pair of sparkly silver shoes with pink spikes on the heels. “And these are just too gorge to risk losing.”

[angie-baxter]

"Well he never specified, did he? It's technically a loophole." Angie leaned closer to look at the shoes Selena wanted. "Jeez. Those look like they can kill a guy if put in the wrong hands."

[sweet-selena-odonoghue]

"Marmphmallosh"

[sweet-selena-odonoghue]

It took a minute for Selena to eat the marshmallows. Then she pointed to her phone. “Me Uncle Dalek bet me that I couldn’t fit five marshmallows in me mouth. I did and took a picture. Now he owes me a new pair of shoes!” She looked so happy about that prospect!

[angie-baxter]

"Oh." Now that her mouth wasn't full, Angie was able to understand the other girl a lot better. "Well new shoes are always good. Although you could have cheated and used mini marshmallows."