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Post by Alec Rothstien on May 25, 2014 5:29:43 GMT
(June 4th, closed for Alec and Amanda *cough*Must-Establish-Evil-In-New-York*cough*)
Alec was beginning to notice a pattern.
The farther he got from the school, and the longer he was out of it, the more his mood improved. Everything about the institute from the majority of the students to the general goody-good feel made his stomach turn. What made it worst though was knowing every second he was in there his Dad got exactly what he wanted: Alec tucked away in a neat box, out of sight and out of mind. That meant liberation from Xavier's was a stab at his father.
And where better to celebrate liberation than an upper end club.
He was beginning to slip from the notice of his former peers, having been gone from the main flow of New York social life for almost a year. That meant it was safe to return to his former haunts without having to expect to talk to people he hated. He might not look much different, but a year put good distance between him and the humans he knew.
Taking a sip of his powers-obtained drink, Alec sat at the bar soaking in the thrumming beat of the club around him. He was feeling destructive and careless, and turning in his seat began examining the crowd, looking for a target.
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Post by Amanda Fammus on May 25, 2014 5:43:23 GMT
Tonight was like any other night but with a different sort of hum. Maybe it was the music, or the alcohol, maybe it was whatever that guy had given to her out back. In any case- none of it quite affect Amanda like it should, but it was just enough to make this club a little more enjoyable. The place was a bit more upper class, outrageously loud and disgustingly rich. Which meant it was straight up her alley and she wasn't the only one looking for a target.
She was wearing some black strapped dress that was probably a little low cut if she hadn't been in a club. Black pumps and a considerable amount of bracelets and rings. The man she was dancing with wore jeans and a douche-bag v-neck shirt. His face was rough with stubble but she wasn't focusing on his face while his hands were on her. He wasn't rich. Just fun. But his fun didn't quite cut it for Amanda. That's when she saw him and her eyes flashed as a impish grin took to her lips.
Over privileged and young; another term for easy.
She tilted her head back, peering at him through the crowd until there was a sufficient gap in the crouch between them and she was sure she had his attention. She'd lift her arm and beckon him over with her index finger without looking away and still leaning on her current dance partner.
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Post by Alec Rothstien on May 25, 2014 5:54:40 GMT
Scanning the crowd was almost proving to be a boring task until he met eyes with a young woman in the crowd. She was dancing with some guy who was clearly getting drunkenly friendly,but rather than looking away from Alec, she reached out, inviting him over. Power oozed off the girl, like she was fabricated out of confidence and sex appeal.
Alec didn't have to keep looking to know she was the most interesting person in the room.
He swirled his drink around, kicking the last of it back and abandoning it on the bar, sauntering down the stairs leading off from the bar down onto the floor where everyone was dancing. Deliberately he moved slow,not sure if he felt annoyed or amused at being summoned, but certain he wasn't about to hand over control of the situation easily.
He came up behind the guy he was fairly certain didn't even notice him, quirking a brow at the girl, giving her a questioning look. The guy was older and larger than Alec. As good a victim as any, and robbing the girl of her attachment seemed to Alec like a fair price.
Placing his hand on the guy's shoulder, Alec leaned forward and called, "You're done here. You want to go get yourself a drink."
Shoving hard with his powers, Alec felt the wave of discomfort from the man, who most definitely did not want to leave. But of course, he did. Alec folded his arms, waiting for the woman to make the next move.
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Post by Amanda Fammus on May 25, 2014 6:08:30 GMT
She rolled her eyes lightly as he took his time making his way towards her. He was cocky, but she should have expected this. Most rich boys were. She watched with an amused grin when Alec finally arrived. He placed his hand on his shoulder, called something to the man that she couldn't quite make out, and watched her partner leave. She'd remained facing Alec, her eyes following the man's departure before her gaze returned back to Alec who now had his arms crossed. She breathed in, and then gave a quick huff to expel the air as if she'd been assigned a chore but her grin suggested there was a little more pleasure than that.
She slid closer to him and fluently slipping her arms up his shoulders and around his neck.
"That was persuasive." she commented, raising a brow. She was close enough that her red eyes would easily be noticed- but in her experience most people seemed to thing it was just the club lights. Hanging off of men was Amanda's thing so if that's what he'd wanted when he came over here crossing his arms, that's what he was going to get. Otherwise, he might not be as happy as half these people here were.
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Post by Alec Rothstien on May 25, 2014 6:25:28 GMT
The huff amused him, and he smirked slightly, but he remained skeptical as she closed the gap between them, pulling her arms around him. It tilted the scales in his favor if she had this much connection with him, but something about her set off warning bells. She was trouble, obviously, but that didn't bother him in the slightest. This close, her eyes looked red.
The warning bells ramped up to sirens as he thought of another girl this close with gem red eyes.
Could you get PTSD from having a tongue literally shoved down your throat?
He groaned internally. As if it weren't bad enough to be living in the same building as Jackie, now she was getting in the way of his night life. Trying not to look grim, he shrugged indifferently. "What can I say? It's a gift. I couldn't help but notice your friend getting unfortunately courageous is his geography - I'd say boldly going where no man's gone before, but I wouldn't want to be insulting."
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Post by Amanda Fammus on May 25, 2014 6:36:34 GMT
She noted some form of resistance, which was odd since he wasn't uncomfortable. No, he seemed very at ease for someone in a club with a woman clearly older than him. Not that Amanda considered herself old but she thought it best to be a little wary. This ordeal might not be about to go down like she wanted it to, as he might not be as easy as she'd originally believed. She couldn't help but laugh when he spoke, not that she was about to hold it back but he was almost charming.
"I'm not sure it was unfortunate actually, it's really quite fun." she assured him with an earnest nod, as if she was trying to get him to pick up a sport. To emphasize her point, she leaned a little bit more, brushing her lips against his jaw and breathing on his neck. But it was brief and she pulled back quickly to look at him better with a mock shocked expression.
"Oh no! Don't tell me-" she inhaled for suspense and to uphold her show of surprise, "-You're underage!"
She stage whispered the word like it was forbidden. Well- in a way it was. If he was younger than eighteen then her whole game was going to become very illegal, and disappointing. She tutted her tongue against the roof of her mouth flashing those almost too sharp canines shortly while shaking her head and looking down.
"That'd be a shame, you're cute."
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Post by Alec Rothstien on May 25, 2014 6:53:22 GMT
I'm not sure it was unfortunate actually, it's really quite fun.
As her lips brushed Alec's jaw, her breath tickling the skin of his neck, he felt himself relax slightly. She didn't feel like a monster, and as long as her tongue didn't come launching out at him, he figured he was on pretty safe ground. He chuckled at teasing, pursing his lips. Experimentally, he unfolded his arms, pulling them around her waist, spreading his hands over the small of her back. "Cute is what you call puppies and play things. I don't do cute. Now, what does my age matter to you? Illicit activities are always more amusing. Besides, admit it; if you had to choose between cougarism and Enrique Iglesias over there, there would be a lot of empty cradles."
Ever so slightly, he gave a push with his powers, testing her fortitude. He was careful with his phrasing, not expecting her to bend to the light application of his mutation. "How old are you anyway? You must be what, twenty? Don't tell me your old, now that would be a shame."
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Post by Amanda Fammus on May 25, 2014 7:14:21 GMT
She grinned. Maybe he was going to make this easy, he was ready enough to keep his age from her which would probably make it better. Perfect story if anyone looked into it. 'I was at a club, we were dancing- how was I supposed to know he was underage? He shouldn't have even been there if he was!' The fact that he didn't deny his age only convinced her that he was. But like he said, illicit activities were always more amusing.
"Oohh that's mean. He was a nice fella." she pouted. In truth she didn't give a damn about the guy, but treating him like a child was the game right now, "Play nice, puppy."
And then came the push. There was a chance it was the alcohol, but it felt a little different as he asked her the question. Actually, if it had been one drink earlier she may have been able to resist it. Her eyes fluttered, and she looked like she'd just lost her breath before she finally answered.
"Twenty-five." she said. Much more serious this time, and her eyes narrowed. She raised one of her hands from the back of his neck so her fingers were in his hair, all the while searching his face suspiciously. "Tell me your name..." she practically ordered. But there was a trace of honest curiosity.
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Post by Alec Rothstien on May 25, 2014 7:25:25 GMT
Knowing she wasn't earnestly defending her dancing partner didn't lessen the effect of the word 'puppy'. Alec's teasing mood might have taken a darker turn, if she hadn't dropped the answer to his question in his lap, gift wrapped. Alec's eyes widened fractionally, his grin growing considerably more. She wasn't flimsy minded, which meant something else was probably tampering with her inhibitions, but Alec wasn't beyond taking advantage of self-inflicted weaknesses.
As her fingers slid into his hair, he considered her, trying to decide exactly what he was looking for from this exchange. He wasn't about to take any serious of her - using his powers to make someone want to sleep with him would take all of the fun out of it. But that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy simpler games.
Tell me your name.
"Hmm, no I don't think I will," he gave her another push, harder this time. "But why don't you tell me yours?"
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Post by Amanda Fammus on May 25, 2014 7:38:06 GMT
The grin that took her face was a little less friendly now. Her lips were pursed and her eyes were sharper, but she was still interested enough to stay. Or was it prideful? It was possible that both were entirely a factor. Alec had quickly gone from an easy target to a challenge, and Amanda took those seriously. Challenge meant a good game after all, but maybe good was used a little too lightly. She felt it again, and bit her tongue hard. She couldn't withhold and answer and she couldn't lie. But giving up her real name was like defeat.
"Leuce." she managed to say it clearly enough. She spoke it like she was willingly telling him though, not like he'd won it. Somehow these pulls came down to this boy. And it was becoming frustrating.
"But y'know... Girl like me in the dark with some shifty looking kid.." she sighed, dropping her shoulders and letting her eyes drift away from him "My skirt is awful short... I might be feeling violated."
And then she looked back at him, masking her threat with a serious pout. Amanda was willing to scream and flail all over that boy if he didn't give up his own name real fast. Pretending to be sexually harassed wasn't beneath her- and she knew there were a few big guys like Enrique Iglesias who were keeping a close eye on her.
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Post by Alec Rothstien on May 25, 2014 7:49:40 GMT
Leuce, the odd name fit the odder girl. She hadn't seemed reluctant to give him the name, which took a bit of the fun out of it, but the threat that followed seemed to suggest something else. He didn't really care if she knew his name, but now it had become a matter of control, which made him dig his heels in.
"But you don't feel that way at all, do you? And you won't try and make me look bad to these guys." he raised a brow, pushing again. "And out of the two of us, who looks more shifty? Spoiler alert, it's not me. So you aren't going to give anyone any ideas, unless you want to see how persuasive I can be."
His threat lacked the skilled subtly she applied, but then people with his ability weren't required to veil their opinions or intentions.
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Post by Amanda Fammus on May 25, 2014 7:59:56 GMT
She bit down on her tongue again and that bitter grin returned. He was treading on some dangerous ground right now and she wasn't even sure he was entirely sure of it. That pull was sobering her up and she was putting forth some more defiance. Without a doubt it was him. Mutants were becoming more frequent now a days it would appear, which was both interesting and disappointing. In this case? It was annoying. He was pushing her buttons.
"Who's the say how I feel?" she murmured. If he didn't want her to throw a scene then that meant he wanted to keep her close. She couldn't quite place what he was- but oh boy. She'd stay close if that was the case.
"I like persuasive." she complied in his favor. Too far and too willingly into his favor. She closed the distance, leaning into him and wrapping her arms around him more snugly. She tucked her head into the crook of his neck and pressed her lips against his skin. "It's about to get hot in here..." she murmured.
And then her temperature would start rising, heat radiating from her very core. At first it'd be mild, but it would get alarming quickly. Not that she'd take it too far, but just enough to make him sweat. He wanted to play the game, after all.
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Post by Alec Rothstien on May 25, 2014 8:11:43 GMT
She was fighting back, slipping out from under control. Questioning what he said wasn't how people reacted when his compulsion was working, which made her moving closer an unsettling move. As she pressed her lips against him, he took the chance to look around to make sure no one was seriously considering interrupting them.
That was his mistake. The threat wasn't going to be coming from outside their conversation.
It was a subtle shift. Here in the midst of so many bodies, it was already humid. He was wearing light clothes, given the time of year, but that wasn't helping as her body heat seemed to build, soaking into him. Alec's grin faltered, and he squirmed a little, sweat beginning to break out over his skin, his breathing turning to a slight pant. No, this he didn't like. He'd been at the institute long enough to recognize mutant abilities when they were used - and this woman getting hotter by the second, and not in the attractive sense.
"I'm glad you don't feel the need to stand on ceremony, but this is getting a little clingy. Now let me go." He shoved, even harder now, the heat raising his irritation. Worse, it made it more difficult to focus, to be calm. Like this, with her more alert, he wasn't as effective as he wanted to be.
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Post by Amanda Fammus on May 25, 2014 8:22:57 GMT
She laughed against his neck, feeling her own self control grow with the confidence she'd gained from 'winning' this round. He didn't like her heat? She should have been offended, she quite enjoyed it herself. That force was back again, she could feel it, and she strained her brow despite her smile. They both knew exactly what was going on here now. She inhaled his scent once more and then leaned back, but didn't release him. The temperature began falling but whether it was because he was commanding it or not remained up for debate.
"That's not my style." she rolled her eyes, "And neither is your game. Let's cut the crap, you're in way over your head and I'm too complicated." Amanda said, a slight smile but it was just for show. She was speaking in all seriousness.
"I'll head my way you head yours, wherever young mutants like you go, and we never talk about this again!" A cheerful smile for someone who was talking about banishing an acquaintance. But this had the potential to become more problematic than a cheeky little dance. As it was, she made it sound like she was letting him off the hook.
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Post by Alec Rothstien on May 25, 2014 8:38:57 GMT
Relieved as she backed her heat off, Alec wasn't certain whether he'd made it happen or she'd chosen, but he decided it was better to count his blessing than over think it. She was probably right, non-X-Men mutants might be outside of his depth. But that made a thought occur to him that he'd never entertained before.
Leaving their side all together.
He doubted this girl had anything to do with the rumored Brotherhood of mutants, the counterweight to the X-Men. She didn't exactly seem like the teamwork type. But if he cut loose of the Professor and his society of the broken winged, he'd need someone to help him navigate the other side until he leveled out and found a few like minded individuals.
"Mutants like me go wherever mutants like you go," he decided to bluff his way forward, eyeing her. He didn't try to put on airs anymore. Like she said; it was time to cut the crap - mostly. "It's a big city for humans, but people like us have a way of bumping into each other eventually. I don't think avoiding each other is going to be especially proactive, with mutants like the X-Men running around spoiling all the fun. So, why don't we make a deal - a truce. I don't push into your head, you don't do whatever it is you do... Maybe we can be useful to each other."
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