ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴀʀ ᴄʀᴀsʜ

girl, I've been way too much to handle. bitch, I've never been a good example. seen not heard is what they told me. i look too good to be this lonely.

[ofpolaris]

[ closed starter / @ofkatebishop​ ]            I dont pretend to know the challenges your facing 

“you don’t have to pretend. i know you care. that’s enough for me.”

[ofpolaris]

[ closed starter / @high-prince-asmodeus​ ]          “ if only people could be more like flowers ” 

“the world would certainly smell better, i’ll give you that.”

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[ closed starter / @ofsamwinchester​ ]       “ you’re going a little overboard ” 

“there’s no telling what that asshole would have done if i hadn’t done anything.” lorna retorted. “i couldn’t just standby and do nothing.” though some would argue having the guy nailed up was a bit excessive. lorna thought the guy should count his prayers she nailed through his clothing instead of his skin. 

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Tommy Shepherd. 

Haunting isn’t a term that comes lightly. Tommy feels haunted by himself even sometimes — his traumas that manifest into fits of anger or energy that can only be dealt with by blowing something up into pieces. He felt haunted by the scientists who poked and prodded at him — pumping him full of drugs in an attempt to make their experiments work. Nothing worked and instead all it did was make him more angry. He doesn’t know where to set it down. “It is. Trust me, I’ve tried to put them down after I broke free from my containment but I was stopped. They weren’t worth saving but that wasn’t my call.” He became too biased in the moment. This reminds him of why Lorna is so COOL in his eyes. They relate on so much it seems. “Thanksgiving, I guess? Hanukkah? I celebrated that one with my mother and grandfather which is nice. Otherwise I’m clueless about holidays outside of that one.” He smiles at the mention of popcorn. Oh, now the speedster is hungry. “I couldn’t think of a better way to spend a night. You want to go watch it now? End this crazy night on a high note.”

She grimaced upon hearing his failed attempt. Vaguely Lorna wondered if she should have been more affronted at the prospect of someone she called a friend attempting to 'put down’ others. Instead all she could do was find herself sad that he hadn’t been able to do it and take revenge on those who wronged him. “Who stopped you?” She couldn’t help but wonder. Tommy broke free on his own, he said, so there were no rescuers if she understood correctly. So who thought themselves the right to stop him from seeking his dues? “Thanksgiving. The holiday of family.” Her tone was sardonic at the mention of family. The only family she knew of were far away, and that was where Lorna liked them to remain. She smiled softly at his mention of spending Hanukkah with his mother and grandfather. It sounded just as nice as he said it was, especially how fond he seemed of the time. She let out a chuckle. “Sounds good to me. I’m always down to watch Hocus Pocus, and it’ll be nice relax after that shit show.”

[ofpolaris]

So, don't think I'm weird for looking up when your birthday is, but I figured you'd deserve a birthday present from someone. I had my science teams make a suit specifically designed for you. You don't have to use it if you don't like it, but it's there if you want it. Happy Birthday! ~ Daisy Johnson (Quake)

“Not weird. Kinda amazing.” It was one thing to meet Quake, another to become Daisy’s friend. For the other to know her birthday, to care? Lorna hadn’t given much thought to the day most her life. This was the first time it meant anything to her, and that was only proxy to Daisy’s gift. “I love it. Thank you.” Her own suit... Lorna was more excited about it than she would admit to most anyone. Except, right now, Daisy. 

[ofpolaris]

Erik Lehnsherr.

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he’s  never  met  this  lucifer,  supposed  owner  of  the  club,  but  he  knows  that  names  only  carry  weight  when  you  live  up  to  them.  erik  is  relatively  nondescript,  could  fade  within  a  crowd,  but  magneto  draws  attention  wherever  he  goes.  he  makes  himself  a  spectacle  to  keep  people  tuned  in,  to  make  them  listen,  and  its  effective.   everyone  knows  erik  lehnsherr  is  magneto  but  when  he’s  done  something  to  anger  the  masses,  or  they’re  reporting  on  him,  it’s  always  MAGNETO  they  single  out.   (  all  this  to  say,  names  are  important;  if  you  were  going  to  have  a  club  this  luxurious  -  pun  intended  -  you  needed  an  alias  to  match.   game  recognizes  game.  ) 

the  idea  that  he  belongs  somewhere  like  this,  rubbing  elbows  and  sipping  champagne  with  high  society,  draws  a  laugh.  the  boy  from  poland,  family  torn  apart  by  hatred  and  branded  an  undesirable  at  the  height  of  the  nazi  regime’s  rise  to  power,  could  have  never  imagined  he’d  set  foot  in  such  a  place.  “  hardly. ”  he  remarks,  pausing  to  take  another  drink  before  continuing.   “  where  i’m  from,  the  world’s  elite  would  have  preferred  to  see  me  dead  than  sat  at  their  table  like  an  equal. ”   he  smirks,  nostrils  flaring  slightly;  the  only  indication  that  he’s  irked  by  the  thoughts.   “  but  i’ve  always  been  particularly  good  at  making  myself  at  home  where  i’m  most  unwelcome. ”

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he laughed and lorna wondered of which part she’d gotten wrong. she didn’t take insult to the laughter, merely curiosity. the laughter meant no ill harm to her, lorna knew the difference in the resulting laughter when someone meant insult compared to when it was simply the situation at hand that dealt the laughter forth. she wasn’t much for reading people typically, but that was something she’d come to recognize. ( it had nothing to do with her own experiences when she’d asked her parents things like could i show off my powers? why do i have to dye my hair? nothing at all ). she listened with intent, there was something attentive about the man. like each word he spoke was given with purpose. 

her quirked curiosity only grew at his mention of the world’s elite rather seeing him DEAD. it was a high claim to say there were people who wanted him dead then an equal, but lorna found herself believing it anyhow. maybe it was his assuredness, or maybe it was the fact that their world was full of dim fools. the persecuted for being so much as a different. a mutant, an alien, inhuman, they were wanted gone. rethinking it, she decided, perhaps it wasn’t such a high claim after all. making yourself at home where you’re most unwelcome, it was a particular thing to be good at but he was an EXPERT. “you fooled me,” she said not unkindly, but rather impressed. “if you couldn’t already tell.” a light grin etched at her cheeks. there was something vaguely inspiring about him and his ability of looking like he belonged. “i’m lorna.” she introduced herself. 

[ofpolaris]

Christine Palmer. 

“That snowball went right in my ear.” / @ofpolaris

 Christine  couldn’t  help  but  laugh  as  put  down  the  box  of  Christmas  decorations  and  brushed  snow  out  of  Lorna’s  hair  and  away  from  her  ears.  "I  literally  watched  you  barrel  roll  an  18  wheeler,  but  it’s  the  kids  at  the  Ronald  McDonald  House  that  are  your  downfall,“  she  snorted.  "They  got  solid  aim  though.”  She  gave  the  kids  a  thumbs  up  and  picked  the  box  back  up.  She  somehow  managed  to  talk  Lorna  into  coming  with  her  to  help  decorate  the  charity  house  for  the  holidays.  "It’s  too  late  to  turn  back  now.  I  see  Cheri  from  the  volunteer  department  has  already  spotted  us.“

“Shhh!” Lorna had lucked out in Christine being the only witness to that fiasco, and even more so in Christine keeping her secret and protecting her. Still, she didn’t want it to be said too loudly. Ears were everywhere. Voice lower, she spoke. “The 18 wheeler I could control, snows have no metal in them!” Lorna said the words like they were a grave offense. She was used to having a handle on most everything, the lack of metal was something she didn’t enjoy. “Don’t encourage them.” She said with the utmost serious and not a small smile as Christine gave the kids a thumb up. “Yep, stuck here until we die or this place looks good. Whichever comes first.” She smiled lightly. “So where do we start?”

[ofpolaris]

Logan Howlett. 

Logan was starting to grow both concerned and slightly freaked out by her long pauses and the way she was gazing at him. So much so that he waived his hand a bit and said. “Hey kid, you alright?” A huffed laugh emits past his lips and shakes his head. “Not in a club. Just things don’t seem to go the best for me when someone with a metal fascination is around.” As her eyes narrow again he gets more obviously frustrated. When she asked how it happened Logan huffs deeply and shakes his head. “A jackass tricked me into consenting to a fucking experiment that most hadn’t survive from. They injected it all over my skeleton.” With a quick zing noise his claws emerge from his knuckles, while the rest of him stays still. “These were just bone before that.” 

She frowned at the usage of the word kid but didn’t complain just yet. Other matters were at hand after all, quite literally. “Not sure fascination is the right term...” It might have been in his bones and not in hers, but Lorna had always felt like metal was an extension of her own self. She manipulated it like it was apart of her. Now she was meeting someone who metal was actually a part of. Hm. Maybe fascinated was the right term. “Sounds like an asshole.” She agreed, a slow nod in his direction though her gaze stuck to the metal claws now coming from his skin. “Cool trick.” Not a trick, that was simplifying it and she knew it. It was all very curious though. “You were able to do that with bone?” She asked, referring to the claws.

[ofpolaris]

Asmodeus​.

“Lorna Dane. No relation to the famous story of Lorna Doone?” Classic literature had been something of a guilty pleasure for him for centuries though he didn’t exactly feel guilty about anything per say. 

They began to walk and he took in the height of the buildings, the modern lights and the people as they went. That was what had changed the most in his time away. He’d heard things about the world of course but it was another thing to see it all for himself. Everyone was busier and more cynical. Through the throngs of pedestrians he could feel their hunger. Hunger for power, for validation, for love and acceptance and of course food. He was going to have a tough time keeping his own hunger in check. He focused instead on his guide to keep his mind occupied. “So, what is your favorite part of the city? It’s changed so much since the last time I was here. What would you say is the best part about it now?”

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“Not that I’m aware of.” Or, technically, possible. She wasn’t even a Dane by blood, let alone did she think someone purposely named her something close to a fictional character. They needed a bit more care to do something so specific. Technically, excluding the adopted parents she wished to forget, she didn’t know anything of relation. 

His question gave her pause. Her favorite thing about the city... it wasn’t something Lorna thought of often. She had much more pressing matters on her mind. So, she let one of the most pressing matters be her answer. “Food.” She responded, adding afterword. “Pizza. Pizza in New York is so much better then anywhere else I’ve been.” Which was only one place, admittedly, but the taste difference was unreal.

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Kate Bishop​.🏹🏹🏹

“Hopefully, it’s not the bad kind of cult though. Are there good cults?” The term cult itself always seemed pretty negative, but maybe that was just a societal thing. “Yeah, after the things they did, it was better to just distance myself from them. I’ve got a mentor of sorts that’s more of a parental figure than they are,” not that she told him that. He probably already knew. “You already struck up a conversation, so you’re doing something right.”

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“Uhhhhh,” Her mind fumbled. “If you count fan clubs as cults, I guess.” Technically the were all hailing one common thing, it was similar in that regard. She gave a nod of understanding. Distancing yourself from your parents was something all too understandable to the girl. “I’m glad to hear that.” Though, she wished she could share in such a feeling. It’d be nice to have someone to rely on beyond her own self. Lorna let forth a chuckle. “Well when you put it like that I can’t really argue.”

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[ofpolaris]

Kate Bishop. 

“Believers sounds kinda culty too,” Kate pointed out. It sounded like the things her mother got up to. She recalled when her mom had tried to feed on her best friend because she thought it would cure her vampirism somehow. “Considering my biological parents consisted of two criminals, it’s a miracle I ended up like that, but have you really not met many nice people? You might need to get out more,” she joked.

Lorna laughed at that. “A bit, yeah. Apparently it’s hard to find something non-cult sounding.” Made you wonder just how many cults were out there. “Biological?” There was a note of inquiry in her tone, curious if the girl had a different set of parents as well as the biological ones. “You aren’t the first one to tell me that.” She said, a bit bashful. “I’m working on that though.” The whole ‘getting out’ thing, very much on her check list. 

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Asmodeus​.

Well that was different. He could hear the sincerity in her voice. Most people didn’t actually mean it when they said they were ‘good’ or ‘fine.’ She did though. Something must have gone her way. “So I see. Well then miss if it wouldn’t be too much trouble I would appreciate a guide to Lux. I haven’t seen the city in some time. I would like to see it again and what better way to do that than on the way.” He turned to her and gave a little bow, hand placed over his heart. “I am Andrés Moreno. By what name should I call you?”

“Not too much trouble at all.” Rather, it gave her something to do. Plus Lorna was always looking for an excuse to take in the sights herself. Despite having lived in New York for quite a while now she still found herself fascinated with the city itself and all it’s structure and inhabitants. That introduction was a bit too formal for Lorna’s tastes but she didn’t note on it, rather saying. “You could call me Lorna Dane.”

[ofpolaris]

Dolphin. 

‘You’re very lucky,’ she nodded, wishing she could dye her hair - maybe she could, but what would she think after it’s done? ‘Would she sill feel like herself? Anyone who tells you different are idiots who need to stick their head in hair dye’

The girl was kind, Lorna would give her that much. Not only that, but strong willed enough to call a group of strangers idiots. Lorna chuckled. “Thank you.” She said. “And agreed. Far too many people are too idiotic for their own good.”

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Tommy Shepherd.

“My entire life is scary. It wasn’t anything I’ve never seen before. Do you believe living people can haunt you too? Everyone who would have been unhappy to see aren’t dead so there wasn’t anyone really to try spooking me.” Tommy doesn’t know what it must be like to carry on without any of those traumatic experiences. He thinks that would be boring though to be normal. Other times he doesn’t think anyone really is and they’re just all pretending. He didn’t mind getting to watch people have an awful time since it amuses him on most days. “I can’t imagine what the next holiday will be like. I don’t usually celebrate any of them so this was quite the way to experience my first Halloween party.” The speedster laughs trying to make light of the situation. “Next time we should watch it together with popcorn.”

A broad sense of empathy fell from her heart at his proclamation that his life was already plenty scary and he needn’t fear what he’d seen before. “Yes, I do. The term excels beyond just the dead.” It was a person lingering where they were unwanted. Actions you regretted had the same notion. Haunt was a good as term for any for it, a true one too. “Well thats a shame.” Not a shame he wasn’t haunted, but rather a shame they were still living after what they had put Tommy through. “What even is the next holiday?” Lorna pondered. “I’ve never been much of a holiday person in general to keep track.” At his words she gave a chuckle. “At least it’ll be a memorable one.” Her own first Halloween party had been pumpkin carving as a kid that her mother had dragged her by the hair to. She wanted her so desperately to be normal and make friends. If only the inhabitants of their town had actually been friends worth making. “Popcorn sounds good. And we could watch Hocus Pocus.” She decided triumphantly. “Some good Halloween movies will make the night perfect.”