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Post by Sean on Oct 17, 2007 11:56:03 GMT -5
OOC: Lee, wasn't much sure how to go about this sucker, let me know if you want some edits made.
Black Tom Cassidy cruised slowly around the parking lot of a Wal-mart on the outskirts of New York City. He and Sean had, earlier, seen to the procurement of a pair of vehicles. Not being one to waste time, Tom had already been to the DMV to get the new Toyota Tacoma registered and licensed with the state. The closer to legit they looked, the better. Now, the former IRA Terrorist was focused on the next job at hand... procuring cleaning materials while Sean went to a Home Depot around the corner with Teresa to lay hands on some basic construction materials to fix up the building.
Pulling into a parking space that was neither too close nor too far away from the entrance to the super store, Tom exited the truck and locked it up, setting the alarm. He was just heading in the direction of the doors to the store when the sounds of some ska-punk music reached his ears. Looking around, he could only see one person close by, and he didn't appear to have headphones on. Closing the distance between himself and the boy Tom placed a hand on his shoulder firmly, but in an unthreatening manner. "You should be more careful in the display of your powers, my friend," Tom said softly, his other hand tightening around his cane.
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Post by Lee on Oct 17, 2007 18:15:04 GMT -5
Articuss had been enjoying his day, Wal-Mart was always fun. He had just "bought" a drink from the soda machine and was softly playing his favorite Reel Big Fish song. Mind you, he had yet to commandeer a cd or mp3 player of sorts, so with his hoodie over his head, and dulling the music softly with his hand over his mouth looking like he was continually yawning, it seemed more like he was just blarring music into his ears, at least that's what he thought it looked like. He could still everyone walking and talking around him quite clearly, including a strange man with a cane who was getting precariously close. Articuss was hunched over, both hands in his pockets, and his mouth closed, dulling the sound the same as his hand was doing. However, he stopped playing the song when he felt a hand on his shoulder, a hand belonging to Black Tom Cassidy.
"You should be more careful in the display of your powers, my friend," Articuss twitched his head slightly to face the mans shoes, seeing as his head was still facing downward. "Fuck. You." he said, sounding like that of a British man much older than he. "I will use them as I please." Articuss added as he stood up, lowering his hoodie to face the man, glaring at him slightly before walking by him, being sure to shoulder bump him on his way by. Articuss wasn't sure why this guy was instructing him, but he didn't like it, so he headed into the Wal-mart to find some food.
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Post by Sean on Oct 18, 2007 14:16:46 GMT -5
Slightly angered, Tom took two quick steps and laid a hand on the boy's shoulder, spinning him around roughly. Clearly, he had some talent in the area of sound projection. While not the most combat oriented of talents it did, nonetheless, have its definite uses. "Do not make the mistake of believing yourself to be the only one with gifts," Tom said in a low tone. Surrepticiously, he pointed his cain in the direction of the nearest car and triggered his powers. There was an audible thump as the door panel of the car dented inwards and part of the plastic from one of the rear lights melted a little bit.
"I have my own ways of distinguishing myself from the common humans," Tom continued in a hushed tone. "Walk with me." Tom pushed the young man gently in the direction of the front entrance of the Wal-mart. "I believe the two of us may be able to equally benefit from this chance meeting, and if not you will be allowed to return to your pointless and menial existance. I offer you the chance to make something of your life. Not only for youself, but for your people. The choice to walk with me or not is yours." Tom continued past the young man and through the doors.
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Post by Lee on Oct 18, 2007 23:52:29 GMT -5
The man turned pulled Articuss around, forcing a grunt from the young man. While he was still a good half a foot or so taller than the man, Articuss could never hope to beat him in physical combat, so he kept his hands clenched at his sides, rather than going for a punch. Articuss watched as the man pointed his stick at the car, which the procceded to become dented and a taillight become slightly melted. "I have my own ways of distinguishing myself from the common humans,"
"What? Showing your magic stick to[glow=red,2,300] young men[/glow]?" Articuss said with a smug look, he obviously thought himself quite clever for his comment, which even made himself chuckle a bit under his breath.
I believe the two of us may be able to equally benefit from this chance meeting, and if not you will be allowed to return to your pointless and menial existance. I offer you the chance to make something of your life. Not only for youself, but for your people. The choice to walk with me or not is yours." And with that the man walked by him. Articuss waited for a moment, weighing out the possiblities of what the man wanted. His people? Articuss knew there were more people with...abilites, but HOW many? Articuss had too many unanswered questions to NOT follow the mysterious man. The man was already far inside the Wal-Mart when Articuss called out "Wait up old man!" while jogging to catch up with him. Thankfully, that statement was from a TV show, hence it sounding like it all came from the same person.
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Post by Sean on Oct 19, 2007 0:12:05 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry for shortness, Lee.
"Let's get one thing straight, boy, I'm not old and I've killed more people than you've got fingers and toes," Tom said in a cool, low tone as he headed in the direction of the aisles with cleaning supplies, pushing a cart easily in front of him. "So, how willing are to serve mutant kind? To put the wants and needs of your people above yourself?" Tom had been speaking the entire time in a low tone, calmly plucking cleaning supplies as he made his way down the aisles and filling the cart with rubber gloves, mops, brooms, sponges, and various cleaning solutions, not to mention trash bags.
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Post by Lee on Oct 20, 2007 15:22:26 GMT -5
"Someone is touchy about their age..." Articuss thought to himself. As they walked, they made way to the cleaning aisle. "So, how willing are to serve mutant kind? To put the wants and needs of your people above yourself?" "Others? I'm willing to serve myself. I didn't exactly know there were [glow=red,2,300]alot of[/glow] us." Articuss said, being sure to keep his voice down. "[shadow=red,left,300]But why[/shadow] should I help others. I can defend myself AND NO ONE ELSE has done that for me, so why should [glow=red,2,300]I help[/glow] them?" Articuss said standing up, thinking that he could leave soon. What he said he thought true. His own parents wouldn't fight for him, so why should he fight for anyone else, much less an entire race of people. But none the less, what this man said was slightly intriguing....but only slightly.
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Post by Sean on Oct 21, 2007 20:49:44 GMT -5
"Why should you fight? Don't you want equality with the humans? Domination over them? We are homo superior, they are homo inferior," Tom replied in a low tone as he moved from the cleaning supplies area of the store in the direction of the food. The best choice in terms of food items would be to go with non-perishables for now. Once they had a working refrigerator, then they would see about getting everything else.
"It has always fallen to those with power to help those without," Tom continued. "Your particular gifts would be extremely useful to our... group. Perfect voice mimicry has many potential applications in the areas of intelligence gathering and infiltration. So tell me, do you wish to do something for which you will be remembered throughout history as a savior of mutant kind? Or do you simply wish to fade into simple annonymity?"
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Post by Lee on Oct 24, 2007 13:00:18 GMT -5
(OOC:Sorry it's so short Sean.)
So tell me, do you wish to do something for which you will be remembered throughout history as a savior of mutant kind? Or do you simply wish to fade into simple annonymity?"
"Well, I'm already destined for greatness, might as well add this to my list of achievments." Articuss replied, still speaking softly and sounding more sarcastic than arrogant. Articuss thought about it. Being remembered as a savior? Sure sounded nice, but Drexel still wasn't sure about it. There seemed to be up sides to it and the down sides seemed minimal. "Okay mister, ya got my attention. What do you have in mind?"
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Post by Sean on Oct 25, 2007 22:16:25 GMT -5
'Kids,' Tom thought to himself. 'They never pay attention to the world around them. Something has to hit them with a 2x4 before they even take notice.' "It's quite simple, you will come with me. I will train you to become an effective weapon, along with other recruits, and we will fight for our rights and those of our people. It has always fallen to the strong to stand for the weak. Are you strong? Or are you weak?"
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Post by Lee on Oct 26, 2007 16:37:39 GMT -5
"I don't think I need to answer that..." Articuss began, in reference to the question of him being strong or weak "But I've already done some training of my own and I'm not much for actually fighting someone. I prefer to let them hurt themselves..." he said, looking round to the people around them. A certain brunette female seemed to be interested in what they were talking about(or HOW he was talking), but when she noticed Articuss staring her down, she left the store quicker than the wind.
"Whatever it is you got planned, I'M IN...but if I don't like it when I get there, I'm out, got it?" Articuss said, grabbing some liquid soap the man had been looking at while talking to the young man and handing it to Tom. "What's your name anyway?"
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Post by Sean on Oct 27, 2007 1:23:39 GMT -5
"My name is Tom, and you're either in or you're out," the Irishman replied. "As with all great endeavors there is no half way, and what you're embarking on won't be easy. Most importantly, I can't have you knowing the location of our base of operations if you're not dedicated to the cause. The last thing we need is for you to turn us in." Tom began moving away from the cleaning supplies and towards the food aisles in search of non-perishable food items to keep himself, Sean, Teresa, and perhaps this newcomer fed and happy until the status of the refrigeration units in the apartments could be verified.
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Post by Lee on Oct 27, 2007 16:22:34 GMT -5
"All or nothing, huh?" Articuss replied rhetorically. They made their way into the food aisle, where Articuss' stomach began to growl rather loudly. He didn't have a job anymore, and hence no money. Even though this wasn't the best food ever, it was better than what he had been eating that past week. Articuss licked his lips, the sight of food making his mouth water. With this guy there was food, shelter, maybe some other people his age (although none to intellectually spat with, there was bound to be a fun person somewhere staying with them.) and of course, more training. Without this guy, there was more scrapping for food, homeless shelters and more fights than Articuss cared to get into without using his powers. "Okay, pops. I'll join up."
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Post by Sean on Oct 27, 2007 20:10:57 GMT -5
"Lesson number one, from here on out it's Tom or Sir, not 'Pops'," Black Tom replied, his eyes flashing a bit dangerously. He knew there would be a learning curve with all these American whelps, that it would take time to properly train them up into some kind of a force. But, he had faith that they could be taught. Anyone could be properly taught, and the younger the better. Little Teresa could probably already wipe the floor with this older boy, though that might admittedly have to do with her powers, which were already starting to develop. "Your first task," Tom began, snagging a shopping basket from the end of the aisle and pressing it into Articuss' hands, "Is to fill this with non-perishable food items, keeping an eye on the healthiness of those food items. Do you understand?"
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Post by Lee on Oct 27, 2007 20:56:34 GMT -5
"Okay Tommy..." Articuss said, secretly rolling his eyes while looking down.
"Your first task, Is to fill this with non-perishable food items, keeping an eye on the healthiness of those food items. Do you understand?"
"I'm not an idiot, of course I understand..." he said, holding onto the basket. Articuss came back a few minutes later with a basket full of canned corn, peas, various other canned vegetables along with different soups and non-perishable items. "MISSION ACCOMPLISHED Tommy. What next?"
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Post by Sean on Oct 27, 2007 21:06:07 GMT -5
"Now, little one, we pay for our goods and return to base," Tom replied easily, taking the basket of food items from Articuss and setting it down inside the shopping cart atop the other purchases. "If you wish to be treated as an adult, then stop behaving like a petulent child. My neice has better manners than you do and she's not yet ten," the Irishman continued, sliding into a checkout line. While it would have been very easy to simply trash the store and walk out with the items for free that would have certainly called undue attention to Tom and this new recruit, attention better left ungarnered.
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Post by Lee on Oct 27, 2007 21:37:00 GMT -5
(OOC: No changing text, no time. Articuss is still talking funny about every other word or so.)
"No, you want me to act as a slave or someone beneath you, groveling at your feet saying 'yes sir' or 'no sir'. 'I'm sorry sir.' and that sort of thing. If we are all superior, then I demand respect." Articuss snapped back at being called a child. "The difference between me and your niece is I'm not a well trained dog." Articuss knew mouthing off like this early on couldn't be good, but damn it, someone had to stand up to Tom...and Articuss was the only one there.
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Post by Sean on Oct 29, 2007 11:30:18 GMT -5
The former Irish terrorist's eyes narrowed dangerously as the upstart spoke. It was to be expected that those they would be recruiting would initially be like this one, for the most part. Only through their training in the coming days, weeks, and months would the upstarts become some semblance of an effective fighting force or paramilitary organization. This young one would be in for a nasty surprise, but not right at the moment. Silently, Tom completed the checking out and pushed the cart full of bags out into the parting lot in the direction of the blue Tacoma. Unlocking the vehicle, Tom began moving bags from the cart to the small backseat of the pick-up. When he had finished he slid behind the wheel and waited for Articuss to enter.
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Post by Lee on Oct 31, 2007 12:38:41 GMT -5
Articuss followed behind, head down with his hoodie over it. When they finished putting the groceries away, Tom was waiting for him in the car. What if this guy was some crazy asshole, trying to get mutants into a secret facility for experiments? Or just some 30 something pedophile...In the first case, Articuss would have a limited amount of time to escape, IF he could that is. In the second case, he could easily kick this guys ass, as long as his little pimp cane was taken away from him.
Cautiously, Articuss got into the car, closing the door next to him saying "So where are we goin'?"
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Post by Sean on Oct 31, 2007 19:47:30 GMT -5
"Home base in Downtown New York," Tom replied, giving the only answer Articuss was going to get. If this whiney teen decided to abandon the Brotherhood once he saw what his living conditions were going to be then the less he knew about the base's location the better. Once the teen was in the truck and ready to go, Tom fired up the vehicle's engine and pulled out of the parking lot at a sedate speed, heading for the highway into downtown New York and the Brotherhood's headquarters building.
The minutes of driving seemed to drag by at a snail's pace, but eventually he pulled into an alleyway between two tall buildings just as the sun was disappearing from view behind the New York skyline. Pulling into the Brotherhood's parking garage area he found a spot near to the doors leading up the the apratment complex proper and killed the engine. "The first order of business is to unload the groceries and carry them upstairs. Use the elevator at your own risk, neither Sean nor I have checked it yet." With those words, Tom took an armful of groceries and started walking in the direction of the door that would lead to the stairwell.
[Exit back to main BH thread]
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