Looking... Looking

[polaris]

The green hair mistress of magnetism stood on the counter looking for something. She was unsure what she was looking for but knew it should be her. She stretched up on her tippy toes to open the cabinet above the refrigerator. She bit her tongue as she stretched a few centimeters more as her finger brushed over what she was looking for. Her feet inched towards the edge of the counter; she was one wrong move from lying on the floor on her back. Luckily, she managed to grab her prize, two boxes of Girl Scout’s Cookies. One of them being a box of Thin Mints and the other being Samoas.

“Jackpot!” She exclaimed excited as she hopped of the counter with the cookies’ boxes in hand.

Lorna knew one cookie would probably have her working out for weeks to get it all off, but she thought she deserve it for not causing in ruckus in while. She doubted that she was reformed, in fact she knew she was a bad person, but at least she manage to go awhile without someone pointing it out.

She hummed slightly off tune as she hopped about to get glass and some milk for her cookies.

((Open to anyone. Post and get a cookie.... Yes, I am sinking as low as to bribe people with cookies. ))

[infernowisp]

((MMm...C is for cookie and I SMASH! That's how it works, right?))

A blazing puff of fire came hurtling in through the open doors into the kitchen. A streak of orange-red-yellow and heat tore through the air, sending sparkles of embers to burn out and disappear as it shot through. As if screeching to a halt, Flicker stopped suddenly in the middle of the room, hovering and spinning his faceless front around. He seemed to be searching for something. Then, suddenly and like a seeking missile of fire and brimstone, he came darting towards Lorna. The air was soon crackling around her, filling with warmth and bitter hotness.

With a sudden upturn Flicker flew over Lorna's face in a gentle blast of heat, like a blow-dryer on high. He passed over her hair without so much as a singe, his bulbous little body flying with renewed speed down her back as if she were merely a hill in his way. There he stopped behind said obstacle. He shook with what could only be described as excitement, flame dimming gently behind her as he waited, pondered, plotted all as a voice came wafting closer and closer and tinged with a different kind of biting fire.

"Ninety-five Mississippi....Ninety-Six Mississippi...Ninety-Seven Mississippi...Ninety-Eight Mississippi...Ninety-Nine...One Hundred!" Tiffany seemed distracted by her nails as she kept only one hand over her eyes, fingers spread so that she could see, while wandering after the path of her forced companion. With a sigh of annoyance she ended her counting and dropped the make-shift finger blind, "Ugh, Flicker I swear this is the last time that I'm playing this dumb game with you. What are you twelv---" She stopped short as she looked up to see a green haired woman just propped up on the counter. Her eyes widened and she doubled over slighted as she halted and had to right herself into a more formal position, "Oh-Oh wow. Wow. Ma'am I'm like...like totally sorry. He just. Flicker. He's just." With frustration then she called out and stamped her high heel down to the ground, "Flicker! FLICKER! Get out here...NOW!"

When no sign of motion came she sighed and half-grunted once more, "UGH! I cannot believe him! Flicker. Out...NOW!" She yelled as her shoes clacked on the ground with each step as she lowered down to her haunches, very carefully given her mini-skirt, to start going through the cabinets near the entrance way that she was now storming around.

[Kenny Orion]

Kenny was strolling down the hallway when he heard a noise in the Kitchen that sounded like a loud stomp. "Now what could be going on at this hour, It's not like it could be a robbery of some sort." Kenny said to himself as he peered into the entrance when he noticed that someone was on the counter getting something from the cabinet above the fridge. Without warning he slowly began to close up his fists "Alright who's there, cease and desist whatever your doing or I'll.... I'll use my powers." Kenny said trying to act a little brave.

[polaris]

Lorna stood perfect still as the fireball examined. She held the glass she had just retrieved from the cabinet and her two boxes of cookies close to her chest. A frown appeared on her face as a red hair girl entered the kitchen, from the way she spoke it would seem she was the owner of the fireball with the mind of a cocker spaniel and the fire ball was named Flicker.

She had seen a lot of weird things since Alex brought her here but she believed this took the cake. That or she was really a dream and she was off asleep somewhere, if that were the case she needed her head examined. Oh why, oh why couldn’t she be dreaming of a harem of half naked men?

Lorna remained perfectly still as if frozen in time as she try to figure how one was suppose to respond to situations like this. Her head towards the door as Kenny spoke and was disappointed to see he wasn’t a half naked harem man. She sighed facing the fact this insanity was her reality.

“What? Eating cookies against the rules now?” She asked as she sat on the counter and blew a stray stain of green hair out of her eyes.

((Cookies are good! No smash cookies!))

[infernowisp]

Tiffany was, by now, ignoring both of the figures in the room with her as she searched hastily through the kitchen. Cabinet doors were sent flying open only to crack closed again as no sign of fire was found. She flipped her hair and looked over her shoulder and then the other in search of her damnable pet. When a tiny spark fluttered out behind Lorna Tiffany's eyes squinted in rage. Her jaw clenched and her fingers curled up into a tight fist as she went storming up to the side of the green-haired woman. With a stamp of her foot she all but screamed, "Flicker! Oh. My. God. You are so[/b] embarrassing!"

With that Flicker came darting out from behind Lorna, whisking himself past Tiffany. Another wave of fire-red hair came following as Tiffany jolted her gaze after the ball, shaking her head and snatching out after it as it puffed up with what seemed to be a mix of fear and joviality, "Oh-Oh no you don't you little jerk!" It was a miss though, her hand merely flowed down through the air. Flicker serpentined his way around the kitchen for a few feet with Tiffany close behind before she finally became rigidly still and jutted out an angry finger as she called out, "Sit!"

Flicker sank like a twelve ton steel weight in water, crashing down to the ground and becoming a tiny round bonfire, crackling on the ground as Tiffany came tearing up beside the creature. With a deep breath she scolded the beast, "I swear! I SWEAR! God. Like, could you be any more annoying?!? Get up here and just," her eyes widened at something said with a sudden flare up while the figment started to rise, "Shut up! You are making me look, like, totally dumb right now. I'm not your babysitter. And even if I were, I so wouldn't get paid enough to look after you--You brat! Now just, just quit it!" Finally Flicker seemed to give in, floating up with a low flame and a slightly dipped expression in his sulk as he ended up hovering above her right shoulder.

Tiffany sighed and flicked back her hair again as she clicked her tongue after the ordeal. She turned over to Lorna and gave a quiet chuckle, "Sorry. He gets-He gets all shway rambunctious at night. It makes him wicked hard to control and then I'm totally tired in the morning and it is all his fault." She shakes her head like it is obvious before turning to look over at the defensive boy in the doorway. Her eyebrow raised up as she sank into the hip that her hand came to rest on, only to ask simply "God-Are you always this trigger happy?"

[Kenny Orion]

"Oh dear please forgive me, I heard something and i thought it was a crook trying to sneak in the Mansion for something." Kenny said with a look of embarrassment but then noticed the two boxes of cookies that the green hair woman had in her hands "Did you say cookies, what kind of cookies are those miss?" he said as he leaned against the Kitchen wall.

[polaris]

Lorna watch the red head girl with the fireball. She wondered what Letterman and his stupid pet tricks would think of this little act. Of course then she remembered a fireball was hiding behind her. She set her glass and cookies down and began to check if the ball of fire burned her hair. The last thing she needed was to have to pull a Brittany and shave off all her hair. She was relieved when she found her hair hadn’t been scorched. She freely admitted she might be crazy; she just didn’t want it to be that obvious to everyone else.

She moved to get the milk from the fridge. “No harm. No foul.” She said with a shrugged pausing a moment to look over her shoulder to Kenny. “If someone was able to get this place security I doubt they would be raiding the refrigerator.“

“Thin Mints and Samoas the best the girl scouts have to offer. Help yourself.” Lorna set the gallon of milk on the counter and did her best to be friendly as she poured herself milk.

“Umm nice…” She said looking to Flicker and the girl who seem to own him as she moved to sit at the table with her cookies and milk. ”Fiery ball of death you got there… You must be very proud…”

[Kenny Orion]

"Sure thing, I'am kinda partial to those Thin Mints myself." Kenny said as he took some of the Thin Mints and got a cup to pour some milk when he noticed the floating fire ball that moved about with a look of astonishment. "How does that fireball do that, how did it came about?" he asked as he took a bite of a Thin Mint

[infernowisp]

Tiffany rolled her eyes at the prospect of speaking on the noxious being that she was eternally tethered to, "Yeah-I'm like totally ex-ta-tatic," and she seemed entirely unaware of her butchering of the word ecstatic while she bounced herself up onto the counter top above a number of the cabinets she had rummaged through, silky smooth legs crossing over immediately and delicately with her cherry red heels dangling over the edge.

She sighed as she looked up and over to Flicker that now just bobbed in the air idly, fire and heat wafting off him and bending the light waves about his softball-sized form, "Yeah. Flicker is his name and pissing me off is what he does so totally best. I'm like, I don't know, his," raising her perfectly manicured fingers to air-quote the word, "Charge. Or something that he calls it. Whatever, apparently when me and my old friends were playing with the Ouija board he got the hots for me," oblivious of the pun as well, "And came on through." She looked up to the being again with a side-glance of irritation, clicking her tongue once more for emphasis.

When she looked back she raised up her hand to cup over the side of her mouth, hiding her words from Flicker as she spoke, "If you as me. I think he's like, some kind of outcast from, like, whatever crazy mixed up dimension-thingy that he comes from. I bet he's like, the total looser back home and just needed a place to crash. Either way it's like hanging with a retarded monkey." Her hand then dropped when she crossed her arms with a 'Humpf' sound followed by a pout, blowing up some air from her bottom lip and up to spray some fallen hair away from her eyes as she sulked with the ever-present realization of her condition floating over her as Flicker always was.

[infernowisp]

((Geez...I've got the touch of death apparently. I hope people just keep getting paralyzingly busy when I enter into a scene because this doesn't give me a very good record. ))

[polaris]

“Enjoy.“ Lorna smiled and shrugged slightly as Kenny took a cookie, she was glad that her small act of kindness was accepted.

She broke off part of a Samoa and popped it into her mouth as she listen to redhead as she talked. Her mind wander as she listen to her wondering if she was one of the few female mutants who didn’t get the gorgeous gene activated with her powers. All the women she ran in here look as if they could be underwear models and even that July or whatever her name was from the Acolytes was at least pretty. She didn’t even have pretty. It made her want to wear a bag over her head and a tarp over her body, so no one could see she didn’t quite stack up to the rest of them.

The green hair girl look to the Xavier’s T-shirt she wore tied just under her chest and the pair of sweats and figures she might as well be wearing a tarp. She pushed away her uneaten part of her cookie figuring maybe it wasn’t worth the layer of fat she would have to work off. She sipped her milk trying to focus back into what the fireball girl was saying.

Listening to her talk made her realize the redhead was everything she was not perky and a knock out, she was like a cheerleader from hell sent here to shine a floodlight on all her flaws. She closed her eyes reminding herself not to make any more enemies she had enough of those.

Lorna smiled slightly wiping her mouth off on the back of her hand. “Wow… I don’t know what to say.” She shrugged. “All I can do is control mental and the magnetic spectrum. No magic minion for me.”

“I am Lorna, by the way.” Deciding the polite thing was to introduce herself to the two mutants hanging around the kitchen.

(Sorry for taking so long. Was out all weekend.)

[Kenny Orion]

Kenny took a sip of his milk and afterwards begin to speak "My name is Kenny and my power is kind of unique than you girls have" he said as he snapped his fingers a glowing cosmic light emerge "This is what I end up with in childbirth." he added as he snapped his glowing fingers to turn off the glow

[infernowisp]

Tiffany gave a half smile to the two introductions, internally sizing up the pair as they jibbered on in voices that weren't her own and thereby warranted disinterest on her part. Instead there came a list that had little to do with their words:

The Girl:

Green hair? Ew! What's that? Like--So 80's? I bet she's some sort of punk rock, trampy-chick-groupie-loser. Ugh. Though no surprise. Doesn't look like she could get anything from anyone other than from some strung out band member.

The Boy:

Short. Maybe he'd look good in some of my heels. Maybe then he'd be dateable. I guess he's alright--maybe I can teach him to talk less. That'd be wicked cool. And that weird glow? Oh-GA-AD!! Weirdo.

Still all that came out from her mouth was a pearly, gleaming white grin followed by a few words mixed with a petite giggle, "My friends call my Tiff," then without any thought she continued-and though unintended in her bimbo-like mind, the malice was entirely there as she whisked briskly through the statement, "But you two can call me Tiffany." Though the truth of her feelings lied in her single thought of this whole establishment and her exile to it.

Fa-REAKS!

[polaris]

Lorna watched Kenny as he shows them a taste of his powers. To her it just look like he was a human firefly, but she wasn’t one to judge powers. She smiled slightly and clapped slightly, not knowing what else to do. “Nice. Very shiny.” She said with a smile, still trying to be friendly. “I am sure your mother is proud.”

Her eyes shifted to Tiffany when she introduced herself. She knew there was a reason she didn’t like her besides the annoying perkiness and flawless body. She never got along with anyone named Tiffany as long as she could remember. Her mother was a Tiffany and always gave her the same dismissing look, like she wasn’t worthy of her attention.

She was sure she would be calling her Tiff anytime soon, but another nickname for the fiery redhead jumped to her mind: Biatch. Since Lorna was doing her best to be on good behavour she didn’t come out and say it. She smiled and nodded polite, doing her best not to show how much she would like to pop her little airhead.

“Tiffany. Yes, you are most certainly are a Tiffany.” She said mostly to herself as she try her best to convince herself that maybe this Tiffany wasn’t a dim and shallow as she appear to be, thou she had a strong feeling she may be wrong about that.

[infernowisp]

Tiffany just giggled and let more florescent light flash off her teeth in a smile as she flipped her glowingly red hair, "Yeah--I am, aren't I?" Because as they all knew there clearly couldn't be a better name than Tiffany, especially for her.

At least she's not as dumb as she looks. Or as much of a jerk. I mean, sure-Duh I'm a Tiffany. But she must have meant it as a compliment. I mean, what else could you mean by that? OHhh, maybe she meant I'm expensive. Like-Like a "Tiffany". Like A--"Tiffany" Lamp. Aww-That's so sweet of her. I love Tiffany.

Tiffany then folded her arms and leaned back as Flicker bobbed and weaved through the air in a bored little dance over her shoulder. She raised an eyebrow as she looked the green haired woman up and down, "So, Lorn---A? Lorna, right? Lorna. Is that professionally done?" and then gesturing with some of her pointy nails, hand bobbing on her wrist as her elbow rested near her stomach, towards Lorna's hair. "Oh-Or is it part of your," then gesturing with air-quotes, "'Power' Or whatever...?"


((Sorry, was actually only busy for a few days and then my brain went all melty ^-^))