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| For the Love of Alex Masters | |
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| Participants | Lorna Lucille |
| Synopsis | Two of the Trip-L Threat converge under the watchful eye of Alex Masters. |
| Location | Xavier School - Room F03 |
| Time | January 13, 2009 |
| Posted By | Lorna |
Room F03, it's new occupant is already making the space her very own. The music is blasting some sort of trendy pop music at a volume that just might be ten decibals over the legal limit, but it's such a good song. Dressed in a pair of Jersey shorts and a 3/4 sleeve t-shirt, Lorna is dancing around and lip syncing into her hairbrush. It's a scene that's normal around her apartment, probably normal around here too, but not usually from this young woman. "Oh Baaaaaabeh, ever since you went away I been cryin' on the inside!!" Her voice leaves a little something to be desired, but it's alright. Maybe the acoustics in the shower help.
Between songs, she's busy hanging posters, pictures, and little bits of celebrity memorabilia. Currently, she is floating in the air, to hang a poster on the ceiling above her bed. Havoc: The Series. Having only met the man a few days ago, she's already gained an autograph and quite a celebrity crush. Who can blame her? He was really nice and friendly, not like many from Hollywood.
"Someone likes the pop music, eh?" A voice calls out and Lucille pokes her head in, she's met Lorna once before and she quite liked the girl but she didn't really get the chance to really get to know her. The Cajun is dressed today in a pair of loose cotton sweatpants that hang low on her waist, meaning she is always pulling them up only for them to fall comfortably onto her hip again. Her arms are folded across her chest, which is covered by a black tank top.
Barefoot and also with the help of the loud music, Lorna wouldn't have heard Lucille approach at all. The darker haired woman chuckles at the sight of Lorna, it's amusing and cute.
Not seeing Lucille at the door, Lorna floats up against the ceiling and presses her lips against the poster lips. It's quite pathetic really, an action reserved for a schoolgirl crush or a stalker. But Lorna isn't a stalker, really she's not. She hasn't even thought about the man (much) between the time she left Manhattan and arriving at the mansion for class. Well maybe she has, but only a telepath would be able to tell the amount and extent.
The *paff* of a snowball against her window causes Lorna to look over and it's then she spies Lucille at the door. "OH MY GOD!!" she cries out, her face turning beet red from being caught. So surprised in fact, that she forgets to concentrate for a split second and falls from her suspended place in the air and crashes down on the twin bed. "Oh my god, how much did you see?!"
"A bit, don want the rest of the school knowing about your crush?" she teases lightly as she enters the room and tilts her head up to look at the poster she was kissing. Eyebrows raise, "That's the guy.. I met him the park. Alex Mars or somethin like dat, huh?" her gaze slides over to Lorna and she smiles softly, "He was really mad dat ah didn't know who he was." She shrugs lightly and leans against the wall.
"Fancy him much?" she winks and looks back up at the poster. "He's a nice looking one, bit too sure of himself."
"Alex Masters," Lorna sighs, looking up at the face staring down at her from the ceiling. "Movie star, television star, hot guy in my apartment building… I could go on and on. So completely nice too, I couldn't believe it when I met him." She looks over at Lucille with a large grin and then finally gets up from the bed to pad over to the door. She's in sock feet, the cold wood underfoot just isn't too her liking. She grabs the Cajun by the wrist and pulls her further into the room, closing the door behind her. "You cannot tell anyone about what you saw. Seriously, promise?"
"You live next door to him, late night visit I assume?" she raises an eyebrow and grins at Lorna as the woman makes a request from her. "Ok, ah promise." She holds up her pinky finger and offers a light grin at her. "I was going to visit him and watch his movies, ah think he believes I want him." she says with a laugh and then flops onto to Lorna's bed, looking up at the poster. "So you fly?" asking the question of if that's her only ability.
"Don think ah met a flyer yet." She states softly, running a hand through her hair and ruffling it. "She flicks her gaze over to Lorna.
Lorna hooks her own finger with Lucille's and nods once. "Okay, pinky sworn. It's in the vault." It's a sacred oath now, can't be broken. The fact that she was going to go visit him? Well that catches the green haired vixen a little bit by surprise, and her smile falters just a little. She manages to keep it up though and raises her eyebrows curiously, "Really? Well you really should watch his movies. They're good but I really like his series better. One hour of Havok every week? I'll take that, thank you very much." Then she blushes faintly and giggles just a little bit.
"Oh, uhm, no I'm not really a flier. I mean, I can float and fly… but… There's a little more to it than that. I can't really explain it except that I'm kind of like a magnet." She gives Lucille a sheepish grin and a slight shrug of both shoulders before traipsing back to her bed and flopping down on it. "What do you do? You don't turn into something gross, do you? I mean… it's alright if you do, I just have a little bit of a weak stomach."
"Perhaps we can watch them instead? Ah rather not give the guy the wrong impression about us just being friends." She chuckles softly and then with a wink at Lorna, her body dissolves rather quickly, starting with her leg and ending with her eyes. In a second she reappears next to Lorna's dresser, leaning against it. "Ah teleport." She says simply and shrugs her shoulder. "A human magnet.. awesome." She grins at Lorna and offers her name again, in case Lorna doesn't remember.
"Lucille." She says with a nod, "Ya resident Cajun bartender, at your service, though ah gonna try and take a few college classes now. Since ah never did before."
Lucille disappears and Lorna blinks in confusion only to find the Cajun a few feet away. "Oh wow! That's amazing! I've never seen anything like that before, except in movies." Then she pauses a little and stares up at the poster. "No, no, no, I mean, if you were going to go over thereto watch movies, you should!" The green haired girl isn't going to turn into the green haired monster any time soon. Especially after only meeting the man once. "Just if you already made plans with him, it would be rude to break them. And he's Alex Master, you can't just break plans with Alex Masters. It's unheard of."
A quick flash of a white toothed grin is afforded to her. When Lucille gives her name again? Lorna blanches and smacks her forehead. "Oh damn, I totally forgot to properly introduce myself, didn't I? I'm such a spaz. I keep thinking everyone will just get a memo of who is new around here. I'm Lorna Dane, I don't bartend, I'm not really anybody anymore." Though she might still be recognized from the billboards which still display giant Lorna faces around Manhattan.
"You a model? Seen ya face round the city a few times." She says with a slight grin and she winks at the green haired woman as she goes back to sitting on the bed. "You been here long? I didn't know a place like this could ever exist." She offers softly to Lorna and smiles as she turns her head to look out of the window.
"Laura recruited me, or ah should say. The Professor sent her to invite me in, ah didn't think twice. Came in, as soon as I was offered."
The question receives a groan of a response. "No, I'm not a model, I used to be kind of a spokes person or something for makeup. They own my pictures, so they can use them forever if they want." Lorna gives her a little smile and reaches up to one of the scrapbooks over her head. Apparently the woman is an avid scrapbooker. "I've been here since I was in my senior year of high school… off and on. I never really took full course loads until this semester." She flips through the pages until she finds the one displaying her first day at the school. Her class was really small, but there is a young green haired girl in the middle of a bunch of other teens. "This was my first day here. Laura was in the year behind me, I think. I forget when she first started here. But we never really hung out or anything. Not that she's not nice or anything, really, she is. I just couldn't control myself very well and she's really not the person I should be around when I have an accident."
"Oh yes, ah have to agree." She says with a nod as she looks over the scrapbook and then flipping the pages to see the other pictures. "You like it here?" she asks softly and then she's thinking about if the professor would have found her earlier in life, how things would be different for her.
"Sometimes I wish the professor had found me earlier, then I could have known all of you guys and really made friends that are like me. Better late then never, right?" she chuckles softly and holds her knees to her chest. "It's just.. so.. nice here." She smiles lightly.
"I think the professor finds people when it's the right time to find them. I mean, I was really happy with my life until just a few weeks before the enrollment package arrived at the house. It was the perfect timing, you know?" As Lucille flips the pages, she's treated to a glimpse of Lorna's life in pictures and witty captions. "I think he also has to be really careful about who he invites. I mean, he has to be sure that the person needs and wants to be here too. You know?" Not everyone shares his dream, her fantasy father, for one. Speaking of which, the pages is flipped to her first newspaper clipping regarding 'Magneto' and with a small blush, Lorna grabs the album and switches it out for a different one. "You wouldn't be really interested in the rest of that one. It's just mostly uhm… articles and stuff about the war."
The second album is filled with autographs of different famous people she's met and taken pictures with. Each page is meticulously dates, captioned, and indexed. "Oh! You'll love this album… It's my favorite one. Here, I'll show you." And she flips the pages until she comes to the one of a candid shot of a green head and Emilio Gonzalez, 'actor of the moment' a few years ago who spiraled into a life of decay only months after. "He was really nice, not as nice as Alex, but he took me out on a date once when I was sixteen. That sort of didn't end well for him…"
"The metal bending one, eh? He's caused quite a scare that one." She says as Lorna takes the album away, instead of staying that she's very interested about news of the war and the people involved in it, she lets Lorna take the album away and she looks at the other one, "This one and them Sentinels ain't gonna stop soon, at least ah don think it will anytime soon." She says and flips through the new album when the flipping stops and she is told the story of the date with the actor, laughs softly.
"What'd you do to him?" she says with a chuckle. "Make a pan fly into his face?"
The young woman's eyes fly open at the suggestion and she shakes her head vehemently at it. "Oh no, I didn't do anything to him. I mean, I guess I sort of did. He was almost thirty and I was sixteen, my mom threw a royal fit and stormed into the restaurant." She blushes. "It was kind of really embarrassing, after all, it was my first date in New York. She tried to have him arrested and then he got caught with some girls that were around my age…" She doesn't go any further than that, the rest is just implied.
"Oh! Here's a picture of that hockey player from the uhm… Jets?" Seeing as the Jets are a football team, she's really wrong on that point, but she doesn't catch it. "He was really nice, he gave me an autograph. Turns out he was a mutant too! I think they caught him though, because he wasn't registered…."
"Poor guy.." Lucille says as she runs a finger over the picture of the mutant hockey player. "They have no right, doing that to people. If they don't want to register then they shouldn't have to register." She says harshly and her gaze narrow at the picture. "It's not fair, but life isn't fair." She admits and sighs as she gives the album back to Lorna. "You've met a few famous people, are they like normal people?" she leans in with excitement, "Or are they just as weird as some people say we mutants are?"
With a laugh, Lorna nods, "Oh god! Some of the famous people are freakier than any mutant I have ever met. I think the worst ones of all are fashion photographers though, they seem to like yelling at their models to make love to the camera and stuff. By the way, don't ever Google me. Ever." It's a sound warning if the Cajun wants to keep her eyeballs intact. Unless she wants to burn them out of their sockets, it's up to her, really. "But yeah, I know what you mean about the registration thing. I'm registered, but I can't exactly not be registered. I'm a little bit obvious, so it's just safer this way. Besides, if I lay low and just be a good person, I don't have anything to worry about, right?" Yes, she's a little naive.
"Da photographers sound a little strange. Maybe they like picturing you guys doing that." When warned about Lorna's pictures on goggle she nods her head. "I won't Google." Unless she wants to play a little joke on her friend, though she probably won't end up looking at the images. She wants to keep her eyes, thank you.
"You've had to tell a few of the boys here, not to do that huh?" she asks with a raise of an eyebrow and crosses her legs at the knee. "But, you shouldn't have to worry about keeping your head down. Why must the mutants be on their best behavior and the humans are free to act as they want?" Not meaning they aren't any laws but there are things that the mutants get in trouble for that the humans wouldn't get into that much of trouble for. At least in her opinion. " It's like we're sex offenders, they treat us like animals, Lor."
"Good, don't Google me. I haven't told anyone here not to, yet. I don't think they'd Google me anyway, would they? Oh… teenage boys… never mind." And Lorna lets off a small laugh that ends with a sigh as she lays back against her pillow. Her head is at exactly the right angle to catch a glimpse of the posterman looking down at her, it really was a brilliant idea to put him up there. When Lucille starts her speech about the registered mutants, well, it's not something Lorna completely disagrees with… "Human's aren't allowed to do everything they want. We're all supposed to follow the same laws, it's just easier to pick some of us out from the crowd." She's not completely insensitive to the issue, she just has a different opinion. "I don't think I'd act any differently if I was like my parents or my sister. I'd still do the same things, but I'd probably be back home in Iowa instead of here."
"Well, ah have to say. Ah am glad you aren't normal and that you aren't back home in Iowa, ma copain." Lucille says and she too looks up at the poster of Alex Masters, "We should go and see him together one day, I'm sure he'll love that." She says jokingly and she thinks about what she's found here at Xaiver's that she hasn't found anywhere else. Friends.
