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Post by Ray on Oct 23, 2011 12:42:25 GMT -5
Rebecca Lebeau sighed softly, and watched as the tendrils of her breath were swept away by a cold breeze. She shoved her hands deeper inside the pockets of her hoodie, and kept her head down. So much for the nice weather they were supposed to be having. Sure, it wasn't raining, by Ray wasn't one for the cold.
Walking alone in the park, that seemed to be all there was though. There wasn't many people about. Maybe just a couple, walking as swiftly as they could through the park to get to their final destination. Walking quickly would help a little in dealing with the cold, but why walk quickly when she had no where to walk to? Just randomly storm about the place? ...Yeah, she could actually do that. Get some weird looks though.
Ray sighed once more and tilted her head up towards the sky, summoning up her usual slightly perky - and queer - self. But things had been so odd the past while. For most of her life, at least since the whole kidnapping thing and having her mom dying which were huge things, she had been traveling with her father. Just the pair of them. Going where ever they could. The law wasn't too much of a problem. The people... Well, you had to deal with them. And on their trips she had been taught by her father - he'd been a good teacher, at least in Rebeccas opinion. So moving to the Xavier Institute where people, mutants, were everywhere you looked... Where you were in the same place all the time... So many people telling you what to do...
It just annoyed Ray.
She loved the people there! And she loved to learn, it was just taking some getting used to.
Which was one reason why she was out wandering about on the strangely cold day. She had needed some time to think. Or at least wander like she was used to. Her feet liked being on the move. It was nice seeing the sights - sometimes she went roof-jumping. Just hopped from one roof to the next, seeing what was happening. There was never anything much going on. But one day.... Something would happen.
Ray groaned. She was strange. All the other members of GeNext were back relaxing at the mansion. Why couldn't she have just done that?
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Post by Doc Banner on Oct 25, 2011 0:19:28 GMT -5
Other children went to the park. Other five-year-olds went to the park, played in the sandbox, slid down the slides. They enjoyed their lives, laughing and playing, unaware of the world around them. They didn't have the equivalent mind of a college professor, or a superhuman physique that towered above most.
That's where Robby came in. At 6'4" and three-hundred something pounds of pure muscle, he looked rather odd, sitting on the swing by himself. Due to the cold day, nobody else was on the playground. The kids were packed inside, no doubt playing their Xboxes or something of the sort. That left him alone, looking extremely out of place. Maybe it was his green hair. No, that was lie - it was definitely because he looked much too big to be on a playground.
But he had spent his entire life inside of a laboratory, only reading about parks and recreation. Now that he was free to explore the world, he wanted to swing and play. It was the things that he had missed out on. But the sad truth was that that part of his life had passed him by, his childhood robbed from him. A hand wrapped around the chain, his face aimed down to the wood chips that the swings were perched upon.
His attire was simple, of course. An unzipped purple hoodie was worn over a long sleeve green shirt, clearly inspired by his father's classic color scheme, though his blue jeans and black sneakers - size 15 - added his own flair to the outfit.
The gamma mutate looked up just in time to catch the gaze of a pretty young girl, who looked to be around the same physical age of him. With an innocent yet oddly sad smile, the gentle giant gave her a small wave. That was socially appropriate, right?
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Post by Ray on Oct 26, 2011 11:11:03 GMT -5
As she wandered along, her ears caught the sound of squeaking chains. Trained well by her father she picked up small noises easily - but then with no one around the sound wasn't too hard to make out. Glancing up, her gaze fell to the swing set, on which someone was sitting. Head tilted, she slowed her pace and looked on slightly curiously. The person on the swing certainly wasn't child-sized. In fact, they were about the size of three children on top of each other - and wasn't that just a funny image?
As she looked on, the guy - she could make him out clearer now as the park path twisted towards the swings - caught her eye. She made out a small smile, and watched as he waved. Despite the cold, and her messed up brain, she smiled back - quite genuinely, and she was rather surprised as she waved back.
It was strange seeing the guy sitting there. Quite apart from him looking too old and too big to be on the swing (after all there was no age limit on swings, she herself would sometimes go on them whether people could see her or not), what caught her eyes was he just seemed... Out of place perhaps? Not in a bad way, in a lost way. That was it.
Acting on an impulse she walked off the path and over to the swing set. She walked behind the swing the... giant, she thought, not unkindly. She sat down - or flopped - onto the second swing, swaying very gently back and forth. Why she had decided to come over she didn't quite know. She looked up at the sky, and felt the urge to fly. Ray felt free when she was able to fly. It was exhilarating. Of course, that wasn't a possibility now there was someone who could see her.
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Post by Doc Banner on Nov 4, 2011 18:07:25 GMT -5
"Many people...take the world around them for granted." A few moments after the girl sat down next to him, Robby began to speak. He didn't know why. This was a new experience for him, speaking to a random person out in public. Hell, being out in public was a new experience for him. And so he went head long into it, bringing out his emotions in a way that most people had been trained not to in public.
"They go about their own business, not realizing that there are others co-existing with them in this world. When they walk down the street, they fail to see so many houses, playing home to so many families. Each one with a conscience, each one with a soul. But the thing that they fail to recognize the most is the sheer...beauty of the environment itself." He craned his head upward, staring to the stars. "The sky. I never saw it for myself until two weeks ago. Only in pictures, only through a computer monitor. And when I finally witnessed it for myself, and when I saw my first shooting star, I...I couldn't even describe it. I have gifts that allow me to practically touch the sky, almost like flying. Gifts that other people would use and abuse."
Finally, he turned to face the girl again. "Dr. Robert Bruce Banner, Jr., PhD." A larger hand was extended to her. "But for the few short years of my life, people have tended to call me Robby."
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