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WONT BACK DOWN
a marvel/dc roleplay
Botanically Inclined (Iris!)
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Post by Alex "Havok" Summers on Feb 18, 2013 1:10:56 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][style=width:370; padding:10px 25px 10px 25px; background-color:BFBFBF; text-align:justify; font-family:kozuka mincha pro; font-size:13px; color:383838; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:-1px; margin-top:10px] Don't Let It Bring YouDOWNAlex, strangely, had been the only one with the time to accompany them on this field trip. Well, actually, that's a lie. He was the only one that had been willing to take them on the yearly field trip. Yeah, yeah, Plants was a subject that he had been teaching for years, but still. He would be more comfortable if there was a chaperone with them, but it really didn't matter. When everyone else had been asked if they wanted to come, they had all hastily said no. Some, he could understand. Priss, for instance. He would have not wanted her on this trip anyway, but had asked nonetheless. But, like Jean, Scott, and Jean-Paul? Heck, even Xavier himself said he was already booked with a close friend for the day. Their excuses were cover-ups for not wanting to go, though. It did make him a bit miffed that everyone else had refused to come, but he supposed that it was their loss. He had a great group. They were all doing well, and would listen to what he had to say, not like the rowdy bunch last year. He was looking forward to it. It was just him, Kitty Pryde, Horace Welch, Yeshua Lopez, Viara Diablo, and last but not least Iris Torrin. And so, here he was, in the school van, pulling up to the gigantic New York Botanical Gardens. It had been a pleasant drive up; there had been quite some lively chatter going on, with the two boys in the middle and the girls in the back. As always, Yeshua and Viara were driving everyone crazy with some of their cute phrases (they had been dating for over a year). Then Horace was cracking bad jokes, that made everyone laugh but still were bad, and Kitty was silent, just taking it all in and responding when she needed to. Ah, those kids. They never failed to make Alex smile. Yes, definitely looking forward. Soon they were wandering through the misty, cool air, admiring plants and flowers, duscussing scientific names for certain species, just enjoying themselves. That had always been the whole point of these field trips, ever since they had been started, what was it, seven years back? No work to go along with it, no assignments, just a whole day to oneself and enjoyment. It was good for the human soul. All the other teachers who had been too busy were definitely missing out. A japanese exhibit was on display now, and the sweet scent of cherry blossoms floated around. Alex sniffed in and smiled. One of his favorite smells. It's Only Castles Burning [/style]TAGS: Iris Torrin WORD COUNT: 435 OOC NOTES: Sorry it took so long. >.> LYRIC CREDIT: Neil Young, Don't Let It Bring You Down
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Post by Iris "Prism" Torrin on Feb 19, 2013 23:21:23 GMT -5
In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby
Iris was going on a trip to the botanical gardens with a few fellow mutants. Because of this, she had decided to make her hair teal and blue for the day. She needed some green in there, it was the botanical gardens after all. Thus, the teal was added, but she had felt like she wanted blue that day too. Thus she ended up with the front having teal while the rest was blue. She was lucky in the regard that she could do that easily, and decide her hair every morning. Other people had to wait between dyes, and their hair would fade to odd colors or grow out. Hers would grow whatever color she told it to, and so she never had to worry about that. It was almost to the point where she didn’t remember what her exact hair color had originally been. Her shirt matched in the respect that it was black with teal and blue bubbles across the front and back, and her pants consisted of bright teal jeans. The girl also had a zip up hoodie and a pair of converse on. Well, at least nobody could claim they lost her. She was relatively hard to miss most of the time, but it was probably a good thing during school trips so that the ‘students’ older or younger could be spotted easily.
Anyway, she hopped onto the bus and ended up in the back with the rest of the girls. She chatted with them and the boys on the way up. It was kind of loud, and she didn’t like that at all, but she was dealing. It certainly could have been louder, and so she just put in headphones for the second half of the trip to the gardens and went silent. Noise cancelling headphones were her favorite, and so it meant she didn’t have to turn up the music loud and thus be counterproductive to herself. Iris just couldn’t handle loud noises, and so she had the music up just loud enough to tone down the other noises and just watched the colorful shapes until they arrived. Most people didn’t know about her little ‘condition’ as her parents called it, and that was because she never said anything about it. To her, it wasn’t something she wanted to advertise. She was weird enough without that on top of it. Thus, she just said she had sensitive ears instead. It wasn’t quite a lie, but it wasn’t quiet the truth either.
They made it to the gardens and she placed the ear buds in her pocket with her phone before hopping off the bus. She wandered with the group and was glad she brought her camera with her. She was taking pictures of the various flowers and borrowing a bit of color here and there. So far, she was pretty sure nobody had actually noticed, and besides it was mostly from flowers that had fallen off the stems and hadn’t been cleaned up yet or from the backside of a petal where it wouldn’t likely be noticed. Iris had also taken a few candid shots of the class, only giving them the heads up of saying think fast before she took the picture. They moved into what appeared to be a Japanese themed room and you could smell the cherry blossom trees that were in bloom. She should know most of the flowers by now, being that this wasn’t her first time on the trip, but only recognized maybe half if that. Iris did know which ones she had pictures of though. As she walked into the room she stood next to their ‘chaperone’ of sorts for the trip. Then suddenly she turned and with a smile said ”Think fast.” before she snapped a picture of him. Hey, he had a slight warning, and that was all he would get. She liked playing with colors on pictures, and the ones she didn’t like just were stored as color for later. ”Having fun?” she asked him simply with a slight smile. Now that she had taken a candid picture, she might as well make conversation. Besides, everyone else seemed to be occupied elsewhere for the moment.
THESE ARE NOTES YES
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Post by Alex "Havok" Summers on Apr 19, 2013 0:09:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][style=width:370; padding:10px 25px 10px 25px; background-color:BFBFBF; text-align:justify; font-family:kozuka mincha pro; font-size:13px; color:383838; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:-1px; margin-top:10px] Don't Let It Bring YouDOWNAlex liked Iris's hair today: a nice blue with green in the front. As always, it appeared as if it were her natural color, and not a fake dye. It must be fun to be able to alter the color of anything whenever you wanted, just by looking at it and thinking about the color. Not like he would ever give up his blonde hairdo. Naah, the fun part would be the colors you give off when you were angry or jealous, sad or happy. Alex had never seen Iris do it, and so sometimes he wondered if she did, just inadvertently. There were a lot of things he wondered about Iris Torrin, probably many more questions about her floating around in his brain than about anyone else at the school. Just like a girl would do, she always made sure that her hair fit her clothes- or was it the other way around? There was no way to know without asking. Every time she wore a shirt it would be a different hue or, oftentimes, a different color that it had been before. And, if she got tired of the shade, she would just think and it would change. Obviously everyone was very excited. Alex was glad for that. He would have hated to have a sulky class who really just wanted to stay at the school and do absolutely nothing like some in years past. That always made for a terrible, uninteresting trip. Alexander was glad that he didn't have to drag them around. They took their own routes different to their teacher's own, pointing enthusiastically at prime specimens of plants they had looked at in class. Alex stopped in front of the cherry tree and sniffed again. He had to fight back tears as the scent made him think of the tree that his adopted family, the Blandings, had planted in their yard. Alex and his little sister Haley had spent hours underneath that tree, playing. He didn't know why these random memories always popped up in his head. Sometimes he thought that perhaps his mind was like a duct taped box that could only be opened with a certain type pf knife. Hearing footsteps coming up next to him, he quickly wiped his tears and turned to face the direction they were coming from. It was Iris, not surprisingly. He grinned and was about to say hello when suddenly she popped off with "Think Fast!"Only a moment was needed to respond. "Hells Bells." He used that phrase as his own personal Cheeseburgers. As the shutter on the camera came down and up again, he smiled and put a hand up in a wave. "Yeah, as much fun as I can have while I am still primarily a teacher." His cheery reply to her question shouldn't have come to a surprise to Iris; after all, he had told all his classes that he was rejoining the X-Men. It's Only Castles Burning [/style]TAGS: Iris Torrin WORD COUNT: 491 OOC NOTES: Now that I'm back and have the muse to actually post something worthwhile,- hooray! LYRIC CREDIT: Neil Young, Don't Let It Bring You Down
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Post by Iris "Prism" Torrin on Apr 20, 2013 14:57:53 GMT -5
In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby
Iris, in fact, actually matched her clothes to her hair as opposed to matching her hair to her clothes. That was the first thing she decided each morning really. She just found that it was easier to figure out what her hair was going to look like before she picked out an outfit and colored it in the morning. The girl was sometimes very indecisive in the morning, and would at times end up with more than one hair color rather than just something solid. It wasn’t her fault she loved all the colors and couldn’t pick just one every morning. This, was exactly what had happened today. She just couldn’t decide on just blue, she wanted some green in there too. Besides, she was out on a class trip, and it really wasn’t that hard to dye your bangs a different color, and thus wasn’t worried about someone stopping her to ask about how her hair got like that. Even if they did, it wasn’t as if she actually had to tell them anything. Could always just ask them to leave her alone, but she was too nice to do that usually. So she always ended up having to make up some story about experimenting with color. Then she also got to hear about how she was wrecking her hair with all the dyes. No, actually she wasn’t, and besides even if she did actually dye her hair what was it any of their business anyway?
Anyway, she had spotted someone she wanted to talk to and so had headed over towards Alex. She saw him smile for a moment, and then decided to surprise him with a picture. She could even use the flowers in the background for what she was planning to do in her room later. The girl wanted to remember her pictures as something other than just data on a computer. She wanted to transfer the flowers to the wall, but to do that she needed to have plenty of pictures. Sure, she had some at home and had started, but needed quite a few more. A few trees wouldn’t hurt either so, once she giggled at his reply and had taken the picture she turned and took a picture of the cherry blossoms. Hearing his statement about having as much fun as he could while still mostly a teacher she shrugged slightly. ”Why did you start being primarily a teacher in the first place?” she asked him simply. The girl was choosing her words so that too many prying ears from normal people wouldn’t hear them. Though really, it was mostly just other students from the school.
She, herself, was in the X-Men, and supposed that probably meant she would see him more actually. Right now she wasn’t really taking very many classes, and mostly spent her time taking pictures and trying to figure out what it was she wanted to do. Sure, she technically supposed she had quite a bit of time to decide, but she really probably should figure something out. ”Any particular flower your favorite?” she asked simply while picking up a petal that had fallen and taking the color from it before placing it in her pocket.
537 / Havoc&&Bry / woo :3
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Post by Alex "Havok" Summers on Jun 3, 2013 21:43:52 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][style=width:370; padding:10px 25px 10px 25px; background-color:BFBFBF; text-align:justify; font-family:kozuka mincha pro; font-size:13px; color:383838; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:-1px; margin-top:10px] Don't Let It Bring YouDOWNIt was a miracle Alex even coordinated his outfits; if he let his old self take complete control, he'd be a slob, 24/7, clothes completely mismatched, bed hair, the works. However, something in Alex retained a pride that extended to his appearance. Also, Charles Xavier, and yes to an extent Scott too, had instilled a sense of upright dignity and confidence in the younger Summers brother that even Alex didn't fully understand, yet. And so he kept himself nice and clean, polished, clothes washed consistently, not too shabby and not too many holes in his jeans (though about 90% of his pants have at least one in them). Watching Iris made him smile. She was such a spunky young lady, with so many ideas in her head that even Alex at his, erm, pretty anachronismal young age of thirty couldn't probably keep up with. As she snapped photos and he talked, he thought a bit about how good of a group of kids he had, and how he wished he had been brought up under a man as wise and understanding as the Professor. Sure, he had been Xavier's pupil since he was 16, but if he had been able to get to him even one year earlier, Alex would have avoided some of the tragedy that rocked his world at that age. However, his sister would probably not still be alive, so, it was a hard exchange. "Why did you start being primarily a teacher in the first place?”Long before he had made sure than almost nobody would overhear their conversation; he couldn't afford them getting in trouble for that. Alex bit his lip, then let the flesh slip through. What exactly had he been thinking when he quit the X-Men and confined himself to the classroom? "Well—" His glance lingering on Iris for a moment, he realized that it wasn't for one reason he left. There were many different causes, each in its own capacity leading to the resignation. "You're going to think this sounds really sappy, but almost the moment Xavier opened the doors to his school I was in love with you kids. Remember, I was only seventeen at this time, so I really was a kid myself. I loved being able to socialize with people who had abilities just like me. Some of the other first X-Men and I made up the core of the upperclassmen. I mostly trained kids with powers for the first and second year before I was old enough to start teaching. That's one part of it." He had also been drunk on the leadership he held over the other kids. They all admired him, and asked him constantly about the Missile Crisis, and what had happened. No matter what he had made up, mostly because he couldn't divulge the real truth, they believed him. Even if he had made himself out to be singularly responsible for everything (which he never did; Alex would never leave out any of his comrades), they probably would have still believed him. Of course he wouldn't admit that to her. "Then, I tore my ACL on a mission when I was twenty." His last mission as an X-Man had been to Washington state, to pick up a young man who had super accuracy. The kid was nice, but he had made the enemies of a group of bullies. As Alex was taking the kid back to Xavier's gray Corvette, the boys set upon them. The new student, to put it nicely, got really mad at his attackers, and nearly killed one. Alex managed to prevent this, but the sudden strain on his ankle, dashing in to save the day, wrenched and tore his ACL. This last part would be the hardest to admit to. He sighed a bit as he started in. "Thirdly... And lastly... Scott was starting to come into his own. Though he was older, I still retained authority over him simply due to the fact that I had been trained for longer. Over time, though, as it was found that my brother's powers were more controllable, and restricted to a generalized area, unlike mine at the time, I realized that the X-Men seemed more willing to leave me behind with every passing training exercise and mission, and that they were taking Scott more and more. I thought that I was useless to the X-Men, and so I said my adieus."Again, there was an important truth missing out of the story: he had been angry and bitter at his older brother, for (Alex felt) taking his spot on the team, and had confronted him in a fury. Some physical damage was dealt that day, and that's how they found out that they were immune to each other's powers. However he and Scott had dealt with that, before Jean had killed the latter. Alex missed his brother dearly. "Sorry that answer was pretty long." Alex rubbed the back of his head and apologized. "I tried to make it short, though, for you." That's always what he had been told he was good at: long-winded answers. ”Any particular flower your favorite?”"That's a tough question." There were just so many to choose from, from the smallest wildflower on a wild onion plant, to the mighty corpse flower in the jungles of the Amazon. If he had to choose right here, right now, confined to this exhibit... "I would probably have to say, the cherry blossoms." He gestured up to the little pink flowers above their heads. "But, that's only within this museum. My favorite flower, is one so small and insignificant, it will never be here. I don't even know what it's called, really. They're a little orange wildflower that grows all across the midwest." Visiting Colorado with the Blandings as a young man, he had fallen in love with the orange dreamcicle weed, or that's what they had called it. It was so delicate, and looked like a poppy. He used to pick them by the dozen to give to Haley. It's Only Castles Burning [/style]TAGS: Iris Torrin WORD COUNT: 1010 OOC NOTES: I promised such a long time ago to have this up, and I terribly failed you o.o It's really long to make up for that xD LYRIC CREDIT: Neil Young, Don't Let It Bring You Down
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Post by Iris "Prism" Torrin on Jun 8, 2013 17:16:40 GMT -5
In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby
With as many colors as Iris interacted with on a daily basis, she had figured out which colors went together well before she had control over her powers. After all, every noise caused an array of them. So she learned which ones looked good and which ones didn’t. Besides, the girl liked looking nice, though that didn’t mean all of her clothes were hole free all the time. She had her clumsy moments, and so of course had a few pairs of ripped jeans for wandering around in the woods or for projects that got messy. Paint stains weren’t always able to be hidden even with her powers. You could still tell the difference in fabric pattern to a solid spot of slightly different light reflecting abilities. Most people wouldn’t notice that unless they were really looking for it though, and besides it gave the clothes some character at times. Just depended on the occasion of course, and right now she was just dressed for going out to a botanical garden and taking pictures. It was going to be quite a fun day, or so she hoped at least. It was certainly supposed to be fun at least.
Anyway, what she was wearing wasn’t important at the moment as they were having a conversation and all. She had certainly asked him a question, and was curious to know the answer to it. It would seem that he wasn’t entirely sure how to start answering the questing judging by his reaction to it. That was fine, she’d give him a few minutes to think it over. After all, he may not have really thought about his actual reasons before. Maybe he had just done it on a whim, or maybe there were reasons he had realized after becoming a teacher. Then he started talking, and he stated that she may think it was rather sappy. Well, that was a little doubtful, but she’d figure that out once he finished talking. Oh, so he basically was saying he liked training and teaching kids how to use their powers. She certainly had appreciated the help when she had arrived. She was sure some of the kids with more dangerous powers, like Alex had been, appreciated the help with control more. ”It isn’t sappy that you simply enjoy teaching. You found something you like at least, I still haven’t.” she said with a sigh and a slight shrug. It was true enough, she was just taking random classes that looked interesting right now to try and find something she really enjoyed.
His next reason though was a bit more of an explanation as to why he decided to stop. So he tore his ACL, and from what she could remember that never really healed quite correctly either. ”Oh, that doesn’t ever really heal either does it. I assume it is better than it was though.” she said with a slight frown. That, kind of sucked she supposed. It prevented you from doing everything you really wanted to as well. It was probably even hard to walk for quite some time for him also. She hadn’t quite come to the school yet at that point, it was a few years later that she had shown up, and so she hadn’t known that about him. Granted, she also probably wouldn’t have known about the school at the time, because she hadn’t looked for a place for those like her until several years later even. Granted, at that time she really wasn’t exactly sure why she was so different to begin with either. Those were things she was still trying to figure out.
His next explanation was a little sad though. ”That’s not a great reason to leave someone behind. Just because someone’s powers seem to be easier to control doesn’t make them more useful. Experience and how good you are at strategies should count more towards who gets picked for missions.” she stated simply. Her own powers weren’t all that useful, and so she often got left behind on missions unless they really needed someone to cause a distraction. Thus, she stuck to training and classes more often than anything else. ”A long answer is fine with me. We have plenty of time here anyway don’t we?” she asked with a smile at him. An apology wasn’t really needed, besides she was the one who had asked after all. If she wasn’t ready for a long or short answer, she wouldn’t have asked the question to begin with. Besides, all she was really doing at the moment was snapping pictures and wandering around mostly aimlessly. She was collecting color too while she was at it, but that was more secretive as she was putting the petals in her pocket so that nobody would notice something was amiss. After all, flowers didn’t just randomly have black petals now did they?
Then, as a sort of change of subject, she asked him what his favorite flower was. After all, they were on a botanical gardens trip, and so it seemed like a reasonable question. She waited a moment to let him contemplate his answer, and then listened when he gave one. ”They are pretty, and smell good.” she commented with a slight smile. Then he stated that there was some orange wildflower that grows across the Midwest that he liked as well. ”I suppose wildflowers never end up in botanical gardens, you would think they would though. They are still flowers after all.” she noted simply with a light smile.
922 / Havoc&&Bry / aaaand we're getting somewhere =D
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