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Post by greenbean on Dec 29, 2008 0:33:01 GMT -4
"Secret...passageways?" His voice tipped high at the end, and Lorna arched an eyebrow at the obvious line of B.S. he was trying on her.
"You know how the Scots are with their secret passageways."
"Oh, of course," she agreed, mock-seriously. "Sneaky bastards, those Scots."
Then she rolled her eyes grandly and smirked at him. "C'mon, dude, how stupid do you think I am? I go to Mutant School." Because duh, that pretty much said it all right there. "Share."
"Okay, guess," he said after a brief pause.
Lorna leaned back against the wall again, folding her arms across her chest as she regarded Jamie with slightly narrowed eyes. "Guess, hmmm?" She cocked her head to the side slightly, giving him a thorough once over. He didn't look particularly fast - not that that really meant anything, because she didn't look much like a walking magnet. But whatever.
"I'm sticking with my first guess - teleporter." The narrow-eyed speculative look disappeared as she grinned brightly at him. "Am I right? Close?"
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Post by jamie on Dec 31, 2008 0:16:55 GMT -4
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a multiple sneaking up behind Lorna as she was pressing him for the answer to his mutation in question. He continued to be evasive at best, and did a very good job at disguising his smile when the multiple stood behind her and off to the side, imitating her as she cocked her head to the side and gave him the once over. It was difficult not to bust out laughing though, especially when the multiple sort of waggled his brows at him.
"I'm sticking with my first guess - teleporter."
Jamie smirked.
"Am I right? Close?"
The multiple tapped her on the shoulder. He shook his head. "Sorry. No lifetime supply of Rice a Roni for you."
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Post by greenbean on Dec 31, 2008 13:49:07 GMT -4
Jamie just smirked at her guess, which didn't tell her a whole lot either way. Except he looked like a real smartass when he did that - which amused her, as well as frustrated her.
She was still looking at Jamie when she felt a presence behind her. Before Lorna could turn around, someone was tapping her on the shoulder. Turning, she came face to face with... Jamie?
He shook his head. "Sorry. No lifetime supply of Rice a Roni for you."
Just to make sure there really were two of him, she looked quickly from one boy to the other, her brow furrowed in confusion - and a little disappointment. Maybe he wasn't part of the freak show club after all.
"Huh. You're twins. That's kinda... non-tricky."
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Post by jamie on Dec 31, 2008 15:40:35 GMT -4
The look on her face was priceless, and Jamie was this close to coming clean. He didn't consider himself obnoxious or overly secretive. He was just having a little fun was all. Lorna seemed like a decent enough young...woman...
Wow. It had been awhile since he'd interacted with a girl his own age. The thought suddenly struck him as intimidating. He latched onto that while Lorna inspected the smirking waving multiple and then himself again.
"Huh. You're twins. That's kinda... non-tricky."
Jamie just shrugged. Maybe it wasn't quite time to tell her just yet.
As if on cue, another multiple walked up behind Jamie. "Hey, we got the green goo stuff in the jar." He looked at Lorna. "Well HELL-oooo."
Another walked up. "What? Woah. A girl."
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Post by greenbean on Dec 31, 2008 16:49:45 GMT -4
Jamie shrugged at her, and something, though she couldn't pinpoint what, exactly, told her that he was hiding something. Before she could ask him, they had company.
"Hey, we got the green goo stuff in the jar." He looked at Lorna. "Well HELL-oooo."
Lorna blinked. Triplets? "Uh... hi."
And then, they were joined by a fourth. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot? This was getting weird.
"What? Woah. A girl."
"You caught that, did you? I guess my cover's blown. Yes, I am, in fact, a girl," she confirmed dryly before turning her gaze once again to Jamie.
"Ooooookay... so obviously not twins..." Her eyebrows had crawled up her forehead as she waited, expectantly, for an answer.
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Post by jamie on Feb 17, 2009 8:12:27 GMT -4
The look on her face was priceless as she glanced over at the other multiple and told him that she was in fact a girl.
Somehow she knew to look back at Jamie for the answers, and he really couldn't stand it any longer. "No," he said, "not twins." The multiples went from surrounding her to standing by his side. One of them leaned a hand on his shoulder and the other crossed his arms and inspected something unseen in his fingernail.
But it wasn't all that easy to describe his power when it came down to it.
"I guess you could say that I'm good at...multitasking."
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Post by greenbean on Feb 19, 2009 12:13:53 GMT -4
"No," he said, "not twins."
All the look-alikes swarmed around Jamie, and it only confused her more. They were carbon copies of each other. No subtle differences at all… at least, not to the naked eye. Even identical twins had some differences, but not these guys. Different personalities from what she’d seen, definitely, but that appeared to be it.
"I guess you could say that I'm good at...multitasking."
Lorna blinked again, and cocked her head slightly to the side as she took in the scene before her. Multitasking? What the hell was that supposed to mean?
“Okay, look,” she stated, brow furrowed slightly. “I’m pretty new to this whole,” a delicate hand made a circular motion in the air, “being around other mutants thing. I’m still iffy on the protocol involved when sharing info about what our whacked-out genetics let us do. But this cryptic stuff? Sorry, but it’s just not working for me, dude.”
It really wasn’t. She wasn’t stupid, by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, she rather prided herself on the fact that she was smarter than the average bear. But the conversation she was having with Jamie just wasn’t making any sense.
Lorna smiled crookedly and tucked a stubborn lock of hair behind her ear. “So, pretend like I’m five, and let’s try this again, okay? What’s the deal?”
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Post by jamie on Feb 19, 2009 20:46:53 GMT -4
Jamie was starting to get the impression that he needed to come clean. His first clue toward this end was when the strange (but hot) green haired visitor started to look a little peeved by his elusiveness and more or less ordered him to come clean. Yeah, he was pretty quick on the uptake.
His grin fell for a moment and then came back in full force. "Cryptic is it?" He couldn't help it. The word cryptic made him think of that Tales from the Darkside host. The one that looked like an overbaked turd. Keeping that musing to himself, Jamie shook his head and the multiples all mimicked him. "I'm not going for cryptic. I sometimes kind of forget that it might not be as obvious to everyone else."
Gesturing to his sides at all the multiples, Jamie swept a glance at each of them. They took a bow one by one. "This is my power." He thought surely she would get it now.
A multiple on his left thought not. He sighed. "She needs to see it, jackass." Jamie winced as the open palm smacked him in the back of the head. With the sound of a cork popping another multiple appeared out of thin air.
"Tadaaa," the newby exclaimed.
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Post by greenbean on Feb 21, 2009 13:41:50 GMT -4
"Cryptic is it?"
Lorna rolled her eyes, but couldn't quite keep from returning his grin. "Yeah, it's cryptic. Very."
All the look-alike boys shook their heads. It was almost like being in a hall of mirrors, watching so many versions of the same person do the exact same thing. Really, really weird.
"I'm not going for cryptic. I sometimes kind of forget that it might not be as obvious to everyone else."
"Yeah, no. Not obvious," she confirmed. "Just... confusing."
Gesturing to his sides at all the multiples, Jamie swept a glance at each of them. They took a bow one by one. "This is my power."
Brow furrowing once again, she let her gaze drift to the other boys. And apparently her lingering confusion wasn't lost on at least one of them.
"She needs to see it, jackass." The one who'd spoke smacked Jamie upside the back of the head, and Lorna couldn't help but laugh. Her laughter was abruptly cut off, though, as another look-alike appeared in conjunction with an odd like popping noise.
"Tadaaa," the newby exclaimed.
Lorna knew her mouth was slightly open and slack, which likely made her look like a moron. But she couldn't help it. Jamie had just produced a... what? A clone? A copy? A... another Jamie?
"Dude!" Her lips curled into a big grin once again as she looked from Jamie to the others and back again. "That is so cool!"
Even if she was still a little unclear on how Jamie's power worked, it was really cool. "How does it work?"
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Post by jamie on Feb 24, 2009 0:50:52 GMT -4
Though he wasn't exactly sure what kind of reaction he expected Lorna to have when he displayed his power, he knew what he hoped she would do by simple means of deduction. He hoped that she would not scream, or make a face of repulsion, or say "eww", or even barf. Not that any of that had ever happened, but it was something that Jamie didn't know that he could handle if it did happen.
Her reaction was none of the above, and he was pleasantly surprised when she instead praised him as a 'dude', and said that he was so very cool. Or something along those lines. Jamie wasn't one to parse words.
Unfortunately she followed up with the question, "How does it work?"
Never ones to miss a beat, the multiples quickly took to showing her with a volley of "Like this", and several open palmed smacks to the side of his head. Though he tried to ward off the blows, and though he ducked and dove, and though he whined and protested mightily...before he knew it the hallway was literally teeming with multiples.
An awkward silence settled over the hallway like the morning dew.
"Anyone up for a game of baseball?" He didn't know which multiple had suggested it, but he was almost glad. Doing a quick count he found that they had just the right amount...if Lorna played.
Not realizing his brows were up questioningly to her, Jamie decided to let her off the hook. "Well, that is if Lorna is up to it. And if she doesn't throw or run like a girl." He smiled.
"Like you," one of the multiples mumbled. They all started laughing.
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Post by greenbean on Feb 24, 2009 13:32:56 GMT -4
Lorna watched in horrified amusement as the... other Jamies, for lack of a better term, assaulted the original one, ignoring his protests and smacking him repeatedly, producing duplicate after duplicate.
Oh. Duplicate. That could work, couldn't it? She figured it just might.
When they'd apparently stopped the demonstration, Lorna Was leaning against the wall again, a playful smirk curling her lips. "Impressive. Seriously."
"Anyone up for a game of baseball?"
The question was posed by... damned if she knew who. She didn't think it was the original Jamie, though. That one seemed to be looking at her curiously, brows raised.
"Well, that is if Lorna is up to it. And if she doesn't throw or run like a girl."
Green eyes narrowed as she shot Jamie a Your-Death-Is-Imminent-If-You-Don't-Watch-Yourself look. One of the duplicates muttered something, but it she couldn't make it out
"Better watch it," she warned Jamie, only half joking. "I was just starting to like you. I can change my mind pretty easily at this point."
What was it with boys assuming girls... played sports like girls? Baseball wasn't Lorna's sport of choice, by any stretch, but she could hold her own. She just couldn't pitch. Oh no. Not at all.
"I'll play," she informed all of them with a smug little smirk. "But I think we need a little wager to make things more interesting. Any suggestions?"
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Post by jamie on Feb 24, 2009 19:45:40 GMT -4
Jamie heroically ignored the multiples assertion that he threw and ran like a girl. Over the course of many years Jamie had developed the ability to live with himself, so to speak. One key ingredient to being able to live with himself was the ability to ignore himself.
Far too many times in the past he had gotten into shouting matches with a multiple, or the occasional scuffle had broken out over a disagreement. Though many people simply could not imagine such a thing were possible, most couldn't claim to have had to spend any significant amount of time with the likes of themselves.
In this way, Jamie had a pretty good idea of what a jerk he could be. It was an advantage of the most humbling variety.
"Sorry," he said with a teasing grin. Honestly he was just trying to goad her on to make sure she would play. It seemed to be working. "I'm sure you're...all right." Quickly he added, "So take eight multiples," he gestured to the side and named them as he pointed. "Skippy, Dippy, Sleepy, Spanky, Roger, Pee Wee, Witless, Skid Mark and Twitter. I'll take the rest." He grinned proudly, unaware how many he had actually given her.
"As for a wager? How about dinner? Loser cooks all."
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Post by greenbean on Feb 24, 2009 22:57:41 GMT -4
"Sorry," he said with a teasing grin.
"Liar," Lorna shot back with grin of her own.
"I'm sure you're...all right."
Her eyes narrowed again and Lorna worked on plotting her revenge. Playfully. Really.
"So take eight multiples," he gestured to the side and named them as he pointed. "Skippy, Dippy, Sleepy, Spanky, Roger, Pee Wee, Witless, Skid Mark and Twitter. I'll take the rest."
Snorting out a soft laugh, she shook her head. "I hope whatever sciencey stuff you've been working on down here doesn't have anything to do with counting." She glanced at who she hoped was the last 'multiple' Jamie had named. "Twitter, was it?" A dark green eyebrow was arched in amusement. "You can join Count Suckula's team over there. Sorry."
"As for a wager? How about dinner? Loser cooks all."
Lorna just about choked, then burst out laughing. "Cooking? Me? Really?" She grinned at him. "So that's insult to injury when your team loses huge, right? I make you eat something I've cooked?"
Really, he didn't want her cooking. Or anywhere near a kitchen, for that matter. It was just... bad. Very, very bad. A tragedy waiting to happen.
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Post by jamie on Feb 24, 2009 23:09:53 GMT -4
"Aw man," Jamie protested as Twitter made his way over with a smug grin. He shot him a warning glance and then looked back to Lorna. "Count Suckula?" He tested the title in his mouth. "Count...so...I'm like royalty or something?" He dismissed it with an appraising shrug.
"Cooking? Me? Really?" She grinned at him. "So that's insult to injury when your team loses huge, right? I make you eat something I've cooked?"
"Ohoo, don't try and weasel out of it," he said as he led the gang down the hallway to where some sporting equipment could be found. It was Muir Island, and by all accounts there shouldn't really be anything in the way of baseball gear...but surprisingly there actually was. The Scots actually got it right on this one.
"And not just for me," he added. "You and your team of losers...albeit handsome losers...all have to cook and cater to us. That would be the winners." He gestured at his teammates and they beamed proudly.
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Post by greenbean on Mar 6, 2009 9:56:54 GMT -4
"Ohoo, don't try and weasel out of it," he said as he led the gang down the hallway.
"Hey, I never try to weasel out of anything," Lorna assured him with a cocky grin. "Especially not when I know I'm going to win."
She followed the crowd until they came to a storage area that house baseball equipment. Why there would be that kind of stuff on Muir Island, Lorna wasn't sure, but she wasn't going to complain.
Game on.
"And not just for me," he added. "You and your team of losers...albeit handsome losers...all have to cook and cater to us. That would be the winners."
"Whoa there, dude," Lorna protested quickly. "Back up. Catering was never part of the deal. Cooking does not equal catering to, and vice versa."
Though, she had to admit, the idea of Jamie and his team of... Jamies cattering to her every whim when her team won was more than a little appealing.
Oh, come on. What girl wouldn't love having a bunch of very cute boys at her beck and call?
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