Jonothon Starsmore - CHAMBER

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prydeintheshadows:

She beamed at his response and closed her text books. “Let’s go then.”Kitty grinned at her hopefully new friends and gestured him to follow her. “So, Jono, are the Sex Pistols your favorite band or do you have another?” She wanted to make as much conversation as possible with him. Kitty held her books close to her chest as they walked through the hallway of the institute. 

✵           For someone who considered himself so easygoing and unpredictable Jono’s face turned rather confused. What? Was this now? Just like that? Of course, it was not as if he had any better place to be, or something else to do. He tried to look cooler about it as they started to walk. He kept his phone on his hand, although typing and walking wasn’t the best combination, but it was not like he was driving and texting anyway. He wasn’t going to let this end the most meaningful conversation he could have with someone (to his standards).

      ╓             Picking up just one is hard.             Pink Floyd and The Rolling Stones. U?                                                                                   ╜

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elizabetsyb:

Betsy stared, light eyes on him as he looked around and then pointed to himself. “Yeah, you,” she told him. “You were starin’, much like you’re doing right now actually.”Shrugging, Betsy noted, “Feels a bit like deja vu to me, but I know I’ve never met you before.”

✵           Well, one thing she was right for sure: he was staring. But again it wasn’t like there was much for him to do in a sleepless night. As for ‘foreseeing’ this, he was still not convinced. Mutants around there had all sort of powers, to the point that could make one questions their own perception of the word, but anything like this seemed like far-fetched to Jono, the kind of thing crazy priests would say to drag you to church, or some crazy gypsy would do to steel your money.

He got his phone on his pocket (he was getting tired of doing so, but he knew no better way to communicate) and typed something down. He held it on his hands a couple of seconds mulling if this was the write thing to say. He wish he could show irony, or humour in written words. But that was probably the best he could get. So he showed it to her.

      ╓              And what now?              Will ya read my hand or something?                                                                          ╜

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fircfightcr:

This was new for Johnny —  being in a safe haven of sorts, being around such a big population of mutants, hell, even opening the refrigerator and knowing it would be stocked was a something else. He kind of forgot there was possibility of people actually understanding what it was like out there to be a mutants. A dangerous one at that. “Good thing we both wound up her then, yeah mate?” Johnny mused happily. Afterall, he knew he could have ended up worse, way worse. 

Fidgeting with his lighter idly, Johnny nodded subtly as he read over the text shown to him. “Yeah? Well I guess the lighter gives me a good James Dean so that I don’t actually go around lookin’ around like a Bogan.” He lifted a shoulder before allowing to it to fall lazily, “Still is pretty troublesome at times. Gotta admit it though, mate. You blow me out of the competition.” 

✵           The pun was good, but it nothing more then a slight eyebrow movement came as a reaction to it. As far as he tried to seem cool with his own misfortune, there were also time when he felt some envy on those that could carry on their lives even being mutants, those that looked ‘normal’.

      ╓            I bet you have some cool scars yourself.                                                                                ╜

✵           Okay, technically, scars were not cool, but as a trouble young adult he had got used to see people showing them off like trophies. It could not be so much different in Xavier Institute. They were all survivors there after all. Survivor from the world that hated them, and survivors of their own personal tragedies and powers as well.

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               -------------------------------   Day 1   -------------------------------

Does your character have a middle name? Evan Do they go by any nicknames or aliases? Jono is a nickname for Jonothon Don’t even call me that How old are they currently? 19 years old What pronouns do they prefer for themselves? He/him/his What is their academic standing at this time? Done with school. No plans for the future How tall are they?  1,78 m (or 5′10 to the Americans) What color are their eyes? Brown Describe their hair length, color and texture: Black hair, medium, usually on his chin line and worn pulled to the back. Do they have any tattoos or piercings?

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prydeintheshadows:

She couldn’t help but giggle at his eyeroll, kind of getting what was going through his mind and she whispered. “Don’t worry, I like them both!” Still laughing softly, she reclined back in her seat and looked down at his note,nodding enthusiastically when he finished writing. She drew a heart around Oasis and looked up at Jono. 

“Got me through my first break up. Wonderwall.” She grinned. “Cried for days.” Kitty shook her head and smirked. “You’re more than welcome to come by.  And my 17th birthday is around the corner, I was thinking of having some people over, listen to some records and just hang out.  You’re welcome to come but I can play you sooner. If you’d like that is…”

✵           Seventeen. She was so young to be in a place like this. On the other hand he was only a couple year younger than him. Maybe he was underestimating her. She seemed to know how to live a life,or at least she had a good soundtrack for it. He nodded her her offer. Hanging around with someone could not be such a bad idea. Sooner or later he would need to make some friends.

       ╓              You have good taste in music.                                     This should be fun.                                                                            ╜

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angel-wings-x:

Warren read and leaned. back.  “The water?”

✵           He didn't get it. He furrowed his brow and looked at the page, finally realising what was happening. He showed him the wrong page. He flipped the pages again and found the correct message at once.

      ╓             Jono Starsmore                                            ╜ 

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firecrackertabitha:

“Ahh crap,” Tabitha hissed under her breath when a quick glance over her shoulder revealed they were being followed by the very person she had just upset.  She had to think of something and quickly.  Her initial reaction to being grabbed was one of pure panic and her instincts told her to defend herself.  Her hands balled into fists which both started glowing and crackling with energy but by the time the unknown male had her inside the storage cupboard she had worked out his plan and didn’t react to the hand on her mouth.  Instead she focused on her breathing, taking deep, calming breaths.  This man wasn’t her father, he had given her no reason to fear him - yet.  “Looks like I owe you one,” she said when the coast was clear and regaining some of her usual bravado she added, “If ya wanted to get me somewhere cosy and private all ya had to do was ask.”  She winked for added effect.

✵          In the darkness of the storage room, her fist were like stars brightening up the sky. He kept looking at them even when they were no longer glowing. He was waiting for the footsteps to go away, but he was also wondering how alike they could be. Of course, he should not jump into any conclusions when coming to other people’s powers, but he could hope right? Maybe he didn’t have to be the strange one.

✵           The Brits russet eyes travelled back to her face when she finally spoke. Whoever was fallowing her was probably gone for now so they were safe. How could blood still run on his face was still a mystery but the fact was that her comment made him blush slightly, and he wrinkled his nose as if he could smile. He reached for his phone on his pocket, its screen illuminated their faced as he wrote.

      ╓            I had no second intentions. At least not now.                                                             I'm Jono btw.                                                                  ╜ 

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angel-wings-x:

Warren shrugged then looked at the other.  “Got a name?”  He asked as he continues to eat. 

✵           Jono reached for the notebook he cared around on his pocket, he opened the on first page, read:

              ╓                  Would you have Oasis over there too?                                                                                    ╜

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fircfightcr:

Johnny was a right prick about a lot of things, most of the time for no good reason, but he wasn’t when it came to mutants or their mutations. Yeah — even the arsonist had a specific set of rules he lived by in his life; never put down other mutants for things they couldn’t control and always stick up for the underdog. He kept it simple really. Dropping his cigarette to the floor, Johnny snuffed it out with his boot to be courteous, and leaned over to read the message typed on the phone. Made sense, he figured, after all he had only seen fire where the other’s mouth was supposed to be.

“It’s a bad habit anyway, and I’m all about making bad decisions.” Johnny shrugged, he had picked up smoking when he was in Berlin and never had managed to kick it ever since, “I don’t make fires though, mate, I only manipulate them. So either way I got to keep a lighter on hand. 

✵           They were all stories at the end, and in Xavier Institute some of those stories had very traumatic climaxes involving their powers, or the people’s fear and hatred. Jono was not there to judge. In fact, it felt a little comforting to know he was not alone, and that there were people around who could deal with him having a past. A very broken past. 

        ╓               I know a thing or two about bad               decisions.                                                                     ╜ 

✵           He typed and showed the message to hi only for a short time as he explained the imitation of his own power. So that’s why he would need a lighter, while for Jono, he was made out of energy, literally. It was somehow interesting how they ended up in the same place.

       ╓             It’s still a cool thing, u know?                                                             ╜ 

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prydeintheshadows:

Her gaze flickered over to the flag on his jacket and she couldnt help the grin forming on her face. “How did I miss that?” She asked, perking up. “The Sex Pistols. Does this mean you like them more than The Ramones?” She chuckled an looked down at his new note. Her grin faded at the crossed out portion and she drew a sad face next to it. She had met several mutants that have either hurt themselves or others when their powers manifested. The stories were awful. 

Noticing that he wanted to drop the subject, she smiled again at his gesture and nodded at the next inquiry. 

“Mm hmm. Have a bunch of old vinyls in my room. You should come listen sometime. I play guitar… learned by ear. First song I learned was Creep by Radiohead followed by Everlong by The Foo Fighters. So I’m not a pro but I get by.”

✵           She knew the reference. That was nice. A shrug and a playful roll of eyes were her answer, though. He never really understood this hate between the fans, why couldn’t both bands be great? So his preferences weren’t so important, although he did like the Pistols better.

His face lighted up, even though she had just drew a sad face on his notebook; for music was something he would be glad to talk about rather than his not so distant past. He knew people who had vinyls back in London, and they were all real music enthusiasts, so maybe she was too. Radiohead and Foo Fighters were surely appealing, but he wasn’t so sure if popping up in a underage girls room would be a nice idea. There was only one way to make up his mind so he wrote:

        ╓               Would you have Oasis over there too?                                                                                 ╜

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“You’re the one I saw. I knew you would be here, in this location,” Betsy explained, staring at them. “But I don’ know why I foresaw you. Still not sure if it’s supposed to be some'fin prophetic or not.”

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✵           On a situation like that, his only reaction was to look around and wonder if he was the one to be present in someone’s vision or whatever. It was getting late and not many people were outside. He stared at her one more time and then finally took his right hand out of his pocket pointing to himself, as if he was asking the lady if she was talking to him.

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prydeintheshadows:

She waited for the next piece of paper, looking forward to what he was going to write and when she read his message, Kitty grinned and looked up at him. 

“So where are you from that the age limit isn’t 21? And I don’t know of anyone honestly but if I find someone, I’ll tell you.” Which was of course, was not happening considering she didn’t think to ask someone that question. “What about you? Why Xavier’s?” Kitty began sketching around his last messages–an electric guitar with an amp connected to it. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she waited for the response.

✵           He would probably get better results if he had asked someone who looked less of an nerd. He could try someone else latter. He pointed to one of the patches on his jacket, a British flag. He was not the most patriotic fellow, but the Sex Pistols had made it an iconic symbol to carry. Her doodles brought up his attention for the same reason the flag did. Jono liked music. 

The second part of her interrogation was a bit more complicated. There was a correct way to do it, special terminology, Scientific explanation to what he could do, and how his body worked. But he was never the brightest person, and he was never to do it accurately. So he just wrote the first thing it came to his mind.

          ╓               I blow up stuff.               My face included.                                                ╜  ✵           The subject was easily dropped, though. And pointed to the guitar she head drew on the top of the page. He gave her a thumbs up for it, in approval. Then wrote next to it.

         ╓               So, you like music?                                                 ╜

Who on Earth didn’t like music. but that was not the point.

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angel-wings-x:

Warren stared at the other for a bit.  He wondered what was so exciting about his food.  “Do you want some?”  He asked holding out half of the sandwich.

✵           Surprise took over the Brit’s face as the other actually addressed to him. So he had been staring to much. He shook his head without taking his eyes out of the sandwich, obviously self pitying.

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fircfightcr:

Tilting his head back to watch the other, Johnny removed the straight from his lips and kept it hanging between his fingers. Golden brows arched subtly as the pyro watched the other yank down his bandages. “Well that’s — new.” He replied, a mix of intrigued and confused. Fire always was a good way of getting Johnny’s attention. “Don’t s’ppose your keen on conversation then.” He noted, “Granted, you’ll never have to borrow a lighter in your life.” 

✵         Was that guy for real? He stared at him a while before finally shaking his head. He would had laughed if he could now. People around there where kind of unpredictable, some where so easy going about his... ‘condition’, some were not so comprehensive, and now this guy was setting a high not on the whole psionic biokinesis or whatever it was called. He got his phone on his pocket and typed his message, showing it to the pyromaniac next to him.

          ╓               I can’t smoke either. But well,               it was the most  efficient  way               to quit. So yeah. No need for               lighters. Like u.                                                              ╜ 

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prydeintheshadows:

Again, just feeding off his energy, she can tell he was maybe…annoyed? She bit her lip as she watched him write and hoped she wasn’t the reason why he was upset or well, seemed upset. Kitty read the note and was about to answer when Jono went ahead and wrote more. “Oh I didn’t…ok”

She read the next note and gave his inquiry some actual thought before answering. 

“Well…started getting crazy headaches and one night I ended up phasing into my living room. I wanted a place that could help me. My parents weren’t supportive at first but it changed…I can be myself here.” She spoke softly. “Even though I’m still kinda weird…” She admitted with a timid smile. “What else would you like to know?”

✵         Well, that was strange. He looked puzzled at her wondering what ‘phasing into my living room’ could mean. So much thinking for finally realizing that it was probably literal phasing into my living room. Still, how did she do it? Teleportation maybe. No need to stress about it. He would probably find out eventually. 

He analyzed her from head to toes. She didn’t look ‘weird’, nerdy for sure, but not weird. Xavier Institute was the kingdom of weirdos. Jono including in that group, but Kitty was visually human, she probably didn’t have much trouble fitting in. He wondered if his question was offensive somehow, and didn’t dare to say she was not as nearly as weird as him. Maybe she was blue and had got a tail but could fake with make up or any other crazy technology they had. Maybe asking personal stuff should be left for later.

           ╓               Where can I get someone to               sell me bear as a 19 yo?  It’s               so stupid  that u need  to  be               21 to drink here.                                                               ╜

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newfxundstrength:

“Suit yourself.” Adrain pushed the food away regardless, save for a roll he pulled apart–seemingly for no reason other than the act of doing so. “You’re quiet, aren’t you?”

✵         His eyes darted the other male for a while before he reached his phone. He typed something on the note apps and handed it to his newest acquaintance. 

           ╓               One of the many perks of being me:                     I don’t have a mouth. Literally.               So I have to be quiet.                                                                       ╜

Jono was not quiet. He had got into so many fights because of his talkative nature. He had been called a thousand times a lousy mouth and other related names. But we’ll, this was in the past now.

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firecrackertabitha:

The poor guy looked like a rabbit in headlights but that was fine for what Tabitha needed, she had her alibi.  The fact he hadn’t replied played into her hands too as it meant she was still in full control of the supposed conversation.  “So yeah, the East wing is mainly full of…” she was cut off by the sounds of a very loud explosion coming from the direction she had just arrived from.  “Ignore that, s’nothing to…” she was cut off again, this time by someone screaming her name angrily at the top of their voice.  “Talk and walk, c’mon this way, so yeah East wing is the opposite side of the building to the West wing, crazy huh?”

✵         The sound of the explosion me him flinch. He was used to this type of loud noise, but he was usually the one providing it (either intentionally or unintentionally). The male turned around, curiously looking for the source of the explosion, and then back at her with his eyes widen. He heard someone screaming, but he ignored the will to look back. He proceeded walking with the lady. The person yelling what he could only guess to be her name followed them, that would be troublesome. Jono waited until they tuned a corner and saw the storage door. As fast as he could the Brit pulled her and dragged her inside. He covered the girls mouth, as they heard footsteps outside, and he waited like this until they were far away.