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xansummcrs:

“Did you just call me pretty? I’m flattered, honestly.” He said with a smirk, giving a small shake of his head. “And for the record, I’ve never had my face punched in. Even Big Bill over there likes when I call him sweetheart and honey-bunches.” He commented with a shrug, nonchalantly. Xander turned his head to look at the T.V. with a sigh. “I wouldn’t let it get to you… It’s just people being scared of things they’re not really sure of comprehending.” He muttered before moving to get her a new drink. “I’ll change it in a second…”

“You should focus less on the pretty comment and more on the other part,” she pointed with a scowl. “With a name like Big Bill, I’m not that surprised. You can save your sweetheart and honey-bunches for him, stick to Mia for me, alright?” Scoffing, she glanced at the men and completely failed to feel any kind of empathy for them. “Mutants are the ones that should be scared and I don’t see them walking around calling everyone freaks of nature.” Her glare softened when he assured her he would change it in a bit, feeling a little bad for reacting the way she did. “Thank you. I know I seem really hostile, but I’m not always this angry.”

#( c: xander. )

adamroberts:

Fucking idiots spewing bullshit. Adam liked the sound of that. It told him a lot of what he needed to know, and just that little bit less of what he wanted to know. He took a seat beside her, watching her flag the bartender down for a refill, his own drink resting on the bar. “Well I’d prefer football but anything’s better than that news,” He shrugged, resisting a sigh. “Just because someone somewhere does something bad all of them are to blame. It’s just so stupid.” And dangerous. For who…Adam couldn’t be sure since some mutants had the power to rival grenades and rockets at their fingertips. Adam looked over at Mia, gnawing his lip. “Nice to meet someone else who isn’t swallowing the coolade.”

Anything was better than the news, there was no arguing that one. Mia watched as he sat next to her, not bothered by it in the slightest. She might’ve looked a little antisocial, but that was only because she was currently surrounded by ignorant idiots. “Football, hockey, I don’t care what sport it is. I’d even watch baseball at this point and I think it’s the world’s most boring sport,” she told him with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. It was kind of hard to be happy when a group of dudes were basically calling her a freak right next to her. “If we followed that rule of thumb, there wouldn’t be anyone good left. According to them, at least.” The brunette nodded, extending her hand to him. “Well, we haven’t officially met. I’m Mia.”

#( c: adam. )

vcrgas:

It was always the same with any crisis in the news; no outlet would stop talking about it so long as they could milk the violence for as many views or newspapers sold as possible, this incident promised not to be any different. “I could second hockey.” Jacob offered up from his spot at the counter, glancing sideways at the girl who had first spoken up. “Would at least show us somethin’ we don’t already know.” The stranger seemed perturbed by what the newscaster was saying beyond just her words, but he reasoned with a flicker of sympathy that it was just as likely mere irritation brought on by overexposure. “Y’know, it’s going to be a long time because they shut up about this,” He spoke directly to her this time, tipping his drink towards the grimy television, “Might be easier if you get a tough skin about it early on.”

Pleased that someone was backing her idea, Mia motioned towards the man before moving her gaze back to the bartender. “See, I’m not the only one who wants to see a bunch of guys moving a puck around with sticks,” she told him with a smirk, only for him to shake his head in disapproval and walk away. “Idiot.” Bringing the glass to her lips, she took a sip before setting it back down on the counter. “I know. What do you suggest? That I just sit here and shut up? The things they’re saying... it’s not right.”

#( c: jacob. )

adamroberts:

Adam frequented the bar; it was somewhere to go after a shift and a drink always put a nicer spin on a night alone. Sat at the bar, nursing his pint while occasionally glancing around, or at the pool table, Adam half waited, for someone to talk to him, half waited for himself to make a move. The TV blared the same news of the day, making Adam sigh into his pint. Booze plus a hateful attitude was a recipe for a brawl. One glass done, he slid it away from himself, curiosly looking left as something else seemed to scoff at the TV. He was glad she asked for it to be turned off instead of him having to, or having to just sit through it.

Taking a potentially big chance, Adam ordered another beer but moved to sit beside the woman. That she asked for it to be turned off was a good sign. Hopefully. “Doing your head in too huh.”

Mia looked at the newcomer suspiciously, worried he might just be one of the mutant hating assholes who wanted to pick a fight. Thankfully, he appeared to be one of the good ones. “You could say that, yeah. Pretty hard to enjoy a beer when you have a bunch of fucking idiots spewing bullshit sitting two feet away from you,” she replied, the alcohol already in her system causing her to overshare quite a bit. “If this is some type of ploy to get the irritated customers to buy more booze, it’s definitely working though.” Waving the bartender over, she asked for a refill while glancing at the stranger who had joined her. “I’m guessing you would also rather hear them arguing about hockey?”

#( c: adam. )

slippingcanvas:

At this point, Pia had been forced to ingest the disastrous news through so many different mediums, it had begun to all sound like a blur of recycled jargon. The only difference now was the two predominant angles it was being delivered through — to generate fear, or to be a piece of neutral commentary. Unfortunately, the majority of the local population seemed swayed toward the former approach. Staring down at her lap where one of her palms lay, facing upwards, the fingertips of Pia’s opposite hand absentmindedly traced along the lines of the other. A quiet bout of dry laughter erupted from her chest at the nearby sound of someone trying to sway the bartender’s choice of TV channel. “Good luck with that. They’re glued to this fucking garbage,” she muttered without looking up, merely shifting focus to the untouched shot glass of tequila positioned a few inches in front of her, “Where are the mind controllers when you need ‘em? Surely someone’s got that…”

It was clear her request wasn’t swaying anyone, least of all the person in charge of the remote control. It wasn’t that surprising that everyone seemed so opinionated when it came to this particular topic really, people had a tendency of fearing the things they didn’t understand and mutants definitely qualified. “Yes, I just hoped there would be at least one person with a shred of intelligence,” she told the stranger, glancing at the still untouched shot in front of her. “Not here, unfortunately. You should drink that, I promise it’ll help you drown all the voices.”

#( c: pia. )

xansummcrs:

Xander leaned over the bar with a smirk as he studied the woman. “Sweetheart, it’s a bar.” He shook his head, looking around. “Generally we put on what people want to watch. Plus, I don’t think there’s a game tonight.” Although he detested the talk of mutant hate groups and the slander of everything they were, he’d rather not have people fling beer bottles at his head. He shook his head with a deep sigh, as if disappointed. “I could get you another drink if you want.”

“Whoever told you calling strangers pet names was a good idea was probably trying to get that pretty face of yours punched in.” Mia looked up at the man behind the bar, her glare heavy. “There’s a game every night. Plus, am I not people? I don’t want to watch that crap.” Granted, she had a feeling the group of very loud, obnoxious men who were talking shit about mutants wouldn’t be too happy if someone dared change channels, but it would definitely help her conserve her sanity. “Well, if you’re not going to change the channel, I’m going to need it, so sure.”

#( c: xander. )

It was all people talked about, all people read about and all people watched on TV. Unsurprisingly, everyone in the bar she was currently drinking in seemed to have an opinion on mutants–on people like her–and most of them weren’t that flattering towards her kind. Bringing the rim of her glass to her lips, she took another long swig of her beer before looking at the bartender. “Hey, would you mind turning that off?” She asked them, motioning towards the screen in the corner of the room. “Or putting on a hockey game or something. Please.” At this point she’d rather hear the group of men scream about sports than about their disgust of mutants.

#change.starter

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a lifetime of showing the world only what they want to see. i’m not doing that good at all.

#( sinking. )

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