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[Bobby Drake]

[ Sucked.
'nough said. ]

As the sun slowly fell; A boy removed himself from the couch of the living room in the Xavier Institute. All of the students seemed to be more concentrated on the box full of colors that went by the name of television instead of him. This didn’t surprise the boy much since he didn’t exactly care about the people before him. Walking passed the box, the boy entered the kitchen. Once there, the boy walked over to the refrigerator, opened it, and removed a loaf of bread from it’s spot. Hunger. It killed all. Especially him. He enjoyed eating, not too much though. His figure was much more important. As a sigh passed the boy’s lips, he exited the kitchen with the loaf of bread in his mouth. His hands were shoved in his jeans pockets as he walked down the hall into the room he was currently placed in. The room was huge! The boy never saw himself in this room before. Well, before he was in it, of course. Another sigh passed his lips as he walked over to his bed and took a seat on top of it. An image of a girl smiling interrupted his thoughts. This was unbelievable. He couldn’t get her out of his head even if she never existed. Why did they have to break up? They were happy. Was it how he acted around Kitty Pryde? It couldn’t have been. She knew that Kitty and him were nothing but friends or did she think outside of the box? No, it was something he’d done and he knew it. What he would give to have a thumb war with her right now.

But alas, there were more important things that needed to be done and having girl problems wasn’t one of them. Bobby, as many called him, stood from his bed and walked out of his room. Probably a nice stroll around the park would do him good. After all, a break up for Robert Louis Drake was always hard, if he wasn’t the one to do it. This break up between him and Rogue was really affecting his daily actions. Bobby would run into people or things carelessly and he’d even forget the answers of questions when asked them. This was ridiculous. How could one girl effect him so much? Rogue wasn’t anything special. Maybe she was, after all, she was in the Institute but he didn’t mean that kind of special. The kind that Bobby meant was the one where they weren’t worth thinking of so much. Bobby ran into a girl who looked as if she was around the age of fourteen before walking out. An expression of frustration was placed on the girl’s face as he continued onto the patio of the Institute. A “Sorry” would’ve been good but Bobby didn’t have time for words. He had to concentrate on his current rival, John, the bloody pyro. Literally. John’s alias was that, too.

Ever since, Bobby had laid his eyes on him he knew he was nothing but trouble. John enjoyed burning things randomly and it pissed Bobby off since he’d go off igniting items in front of the public. The boy was out of control and there was nothing he could do to stop him. Other times, he would say things about Rogue that just made him want to freeze him to death. The boy would pay dearly if he’d spotted Bobby around. The image of John smirking was placed on his thoughts. His laugh… so wicked… so ridiculous. Bobby’s fist clenched as he let a frown pass his lips. He continued on with his walk to the park while trying to rid John from his thoughts. Insults by him came rushing back and forth repeatedly like moving lights. Why couldn’t it stop? Why wouldn’t it stop? Bobby placed one of his hands on his head while ruffling through his brown hair. Get out of my head, you stupid son of a bitch!, Bobby thought as he came to a complete halt and shook his head. GET OUT OF MY HEAD!,he mentally screamed before watching the image slowly disappear.

For a moment, everything was white. A white as daylight but whiter. Bobby couldn’t describe it. But, it was a nice feeling. Oh what he would give to think like this everyday. A smile lingered along his lips as he straightened himself and shoved the hand he took out back into his pocket. This was turning out to be a horrible night. Bobby hoped this would improve but then his hope was shattered by an annoying truck’s horn. There was no way he would move from where he was but if he didn’t want to get himself killed he’d better do so. Quickly running to the side of the road, Bobby continued on with his walk to the park. The trees bristled as a gust of cold wind passed by. Cold… cold night. Exactly like he wanted it. After all, Bobby loved winter. It was a shame the season didn’t arrive, yet. Bobby knew that the summer was coming and he wasn’t looking forward to it at all. Since, 1) he wouldn’t be close to a beach 2) he’d probably have to stay with his parents, 3) he didn’t want to leave the Institute and 4) he couldn’t see girls walk by in bikinis. The fourth one was the one that stuck with him, though. It was the only reason he enjoyed going to the beach. Girls in bikinis. Nothing more or nothing else.

Bobby took his hands out of his pockets and walked into the entrance of the park. The decoration was nothing big since the only things that really stuck out of it’s features were the flowers. He had to admit, they were nice to stare at… like Rogue. No, no, she wasn’t nice to stare at.. what was going through his head now? The one girl that drove him mad. Shaking his head, Bobby hurried over to the nearest bench and sat down. The bench was nice and hard.. so “comfortable.” Bobby tried to erase the thought of his so called “friends” sitting on a cozy couch and watching television. Ugh, did he really have to leave? Bobby’s head bobbed a bit as he leaned forward and placed both of his elbows on his knees. This was stupid. Did he really come all the way here just to gather his thoughts? He could’ve done that in his room; If nobody interrupted, that is. Bobby sighed heavily while staring at his shoes for a long period of time.

“God, I’m stupid.”

[Mystique]

The park was a gret place, a great place to pass by on your way to other things anyway. Mystique didn't much like the park. It was alwayd crawling with humans. How she dispized them. They were primative and idiotic, barely worthy of crossing her thought process.

On this particular morning, as she headed through the park it was not so crowded. That in itself brightened her day. There was some life though. She looked up to notice a passing couple staring at her. She rolled her eyes, she was rather used to odd glances. How could she not have been. When she was not in her natural form of blue skin and red hair, with piercing yellow eyes. She was in a black trench coat that extended past her knees, and whatever suited her for that day. Today, it happened to be auburn hair pulled back into a tight pointy tail. It revealed her soft, very feminine features. For some reason that seh could not place, she had chosen jeans today, with her coat simply tied to cover herslef so she would not need a top. Nevertheless, if need be, she could fix such things easily. Her attire for the day had been a very unusual one. Usualy she wore black leather pants and her shirt like leather top. she wore very utspoken clothing, it was just who she was.

However, when she saw what she saw next, she was glad she had chosen to wear what she did. when she blew past the couple giving her the odd glance, she had noticed someone. Someone of interest. A young boy, she imediatly recognized as Bobby Drake from Xaviors Institute.

Smirking to herself, she changed her course. She was well aware that she would be late to where she was going, but she paid no mind. As she walked, she discretly shifty her apearance to match that of a prety teenage girl with auburn hair, grey blue eyes, and pristine skin.

He had not noticed her as she approached, stopping a few feet from the bench. So when she spoke it probably came as a light surprise.

"Hi there, mind if i sit down?"

Her voice was kind and carefree, just like any girl of such an age. But on the inside, she was watching him carefully.

[John Allerdyce]

(Of course now you have my attention. May I join?)

[Bobby Drake]

[ Of course. ]

[John Allerdyce]

A rather large crowd had collected in the city’s major park gathering around the various areas that were marked off with yellow cautionary tape from the police. Most hung in small clusters situated on checkered blankets with baskets containing various food items and drinks. There were games of volleyball off to the side and kids chasing one another as they weaved in and out of the crowds of parents and on lookers. All the things to really sicken the stomach of one who didn’t buy into the whole “family thing.” As the day progressed the atmosphere around the park only intensified in anticipation of the night’s events. John arrived not long before dusk surveying the crowd guardedly as he moved through it looking for an individual he’d been assigned to follow and take surveillance on for a few days. It would end up to be a similar job as the man in the café not long ago. That man had been asked for a cigarette and had regretted it once he’d flicked the lighter to give him a light. John didn’t need a light.

Yawning he passed by an ice cream truck wanting to shield his ears at the high pitched giggles of the kids as they handed over their weekly allowance for that prized bar of ice cream. His gaze moved through the crowd seeking out the man in the picture he’d been handed. He’d just about given up when he spotted him towards the back of once section of the crowd holding his infant daughter over his head proudly as he bounced her slightly. He moved that way taking a position not far behind the man and his family watching him intently. He remained there even as the sun passed below the horizon and the sky went pitch black. Even as the night’s fireworks went off his gaze remained locked on him watching him with his family. From there the night continued…

The park was quiet at such an early hour of the morning. The grass was dampened from a late night’s rain as John walked along the path meandering through the construction equipment on a brisk walk before the day really began. Already the hints of the day were around him as he walked spying a few dog owner’s out with their treasured pets letting them get some exercise before their owner’s rushed off to work. Things weren’t as entertaining after having been out all night tracking down another one of Magneto’s little assignments and taking care of him.

He lingered for a moment watching a young couple play with a rather hyperactive puppy. It scampered across the wet grass between the two of them barking spasmodically as each of them called its name and clapped their hands calling it towards them. The puppy would slip in the grass and fall down clumsily barking excitedly as it clamored to its paws and dashed towards the other time and time again. He watched curiously only turning and walking away when they waved at him acknowledging his presence.

He approached a group of benches up a head finding two figures. Both familiar but for different reasons.

"Well...well. What do we have here?"

“Looks like I interrupted a party,” he commented glancing between the two as he crossed his arms.

[Bobby Drake]

[ Sorry it took so long and for the suckage of this post. ]

Why was it so hard to take a girl out of your head? Was it because you shared experiences with her? Or was it because you fell for her after you broke up with her? This was out of control and Bobby needed to do something. This instant. Probably having a nice chat with Logan would calm him or at least help him think of something else other than Marie. Or probably tease Kurt for a bit. That always enlightened him when he was feeling down. Bobby knew that he couldn’t return to his home after he told his parents that he was a mutant. Well, he didn’t exactly tell them. Showed them, actually. They were left dumbfounded by his action. What was wrong with being a mutant? If you were fighting for a good cause what was the point of making a big deal of it? His power didn’t harm anyone. If you excluded the Brotherhood, of course. But, they didn’t count. They weren’t important in Bobby’s book. Unless, Marie found “ridding-annoying-pests-that-you-can’t-get-rid-of” important. He highly doubted she would take the Brotherhood group seriously. For God’s sake, they helped them once.

"Hi there, mind if i sit down?" Bobby’s head quickly lifted to find himself a familiar yet strange looking girl standing before him. He placed a look of confusion on his face as he examined the area he was in. This was… weird. Why would someone come out of the blue and strike up a conversation with him?

“Uhh… sure, go ahead.”

Bobby straightened himself while rubbing both of his hands on his legs. It was getting rather cold outside. Why didn’t he take his jacket? Bobby frowned as he turned his attention away from the strange girl. Good going, Bobby, He said to himself sarcastically. Before turning his attention to the girl Bobby placed an enlightened his expression on his face. If he was having a bad day there was no need to try it make it bad for the others. His brown eyes narrowed on her while slowly smiling. He couldn’t help but have this strange feeling that he met this girl before. But, where? When? Why? Suddenly, Bobby’s thoughts were filled with questions. This sucked. As soon as he stopped thinking of a girl another one popped in mind. Suddenly, Bobby came up with the conclusion that the girl standing before him was not only an enemy but apart of the group he disliked the most. Quickly standing up, he shook his head repeatedly as if denying her very own existence. His eyes widened and his fists were clenched tight. So tight that you could see both of his fists turn into ice.

“Mystique… what the hell do you want?”

He snapped while letting his head tilt a bit and having his eyes narrowed upon her. Bobby could feel a large amount of hatred fill him as he stared at this… portrait which made him think she was that actual girl. She had a talent for “stuff” like that since she was a mutant, too. But, the problem was that she worked for the Brotherhood. From what he heard of them, they were a “lovely batch of sissies.” This quote came from Logan. Not him, though. Bobby would call them something much worse. Like, “Hey, aren’t those the wussies we told off last Monday?” or “Shouldn’t you be running along to your little daddy Magneto?” He’d mutter these, of course. Okay, he lied, he thought of these but never told it to them directly. But, since, he didn’t have anybody to tell him what to do he might get around to saying one of those.

Suddenly, Bobby heard another voice behind him. Just as soon as he got a glimpse of this person he turned immediately back to the girl. A sigh passed his lips as he loosened his grip. What did they want? To disturb Bobby's little slumber? Or… just kill Bobby since he was outnumbered? A small chuckle passed his lips as he heard the person behind him speak again. John, as curious as a kitten. He really needed to mind his own business, though. Shrugging his shoulders, he turned around and took a good look at John. The usual “I-can-kick-your-ass” expression on his face. He hadn’t changed much since he last saw him. A small smile lingered along his lips as he placed his hand on his forehead and bowed his head only slightly.

“You didn’t interrupt anything, actually.”

[Mystique]

“Mystique… what the hell do you want?”

Her head tilted back with a grin at his words. "Damn." She teased, her eyes watchfully on him. There was no need to deny it, she had been busted. Besides, it was Bobby Drake, he was a peacemaker. He would never do a anything here in public, especially not to girl. Not even the likes of her.

She wet her lips softly and raised a playful eyebrow. "What makes you think I want something?"

Her eyes were locked onto him as if she were expecting an answer. It sure would have been interesting. But to her delight, something far more intreging crossed their path. It was John, could this day have gotten any more entertaining?

Bobby Drake never was much of a fighter, so it was no surprise that he lowered his head and his powers in submission. It was both wise and completly sutpid at the same time. He was practicaly pinned between two of the Brotherhood. He had had chosen either the perfect time to let down his defenses or the absolute worst. Most likly the second, John was here after all. She assumed he had done what he had done because he was hoping the two wouldn't attack him. Mystique doubted she would, unless an oppertunity presented its self were she must. Although she couldn't say the same for John. He and Bobby got along about as well as.... well, fire and ice. Mystique would never interviene with that, Pyro would never forgive her.

“You didn’t interrupt anything, actually.”

She grined at his presence, before opening her mouth to respond, but the x-man did it first. A small frown formed, but did not stay. This party had just begun. Crossing her legs, she placed her arms lazily over the back of the bench, causing her trench coat to fall open slightly. Her eyes were on the boys, ready to watch the show.

[John Allerdyce]

“Mystique… what the hell do you want?”

John couldn’t help but smirk. There was never a time when Mystique didn’t want something. Whether she chose to reveal it at that time or not it was dreadfully obvious in the end that she wanted something. And John at this point was used to her tactics. She did want something. And it could have been as simple as just harassing the x man.

"What makes you think I want something?"

Same sort of conversation. It always repeated.

“You didn’t interrupt anything, actually.”

He frowned shrugging his shoulders. “How unfortunate then,” he whispered as he passed a grin to his colleague. Two against one wasn’t really fair. And as always this particular x man had already backed down and showed submission when he bowed his head in the manner he head. In reality he was already beat.

John shook his head glancing down with a wide smile for a moment before looking back up. “So how is dead old Xavier these days?” he asked in a taunting manner. With Mystique on one side of him, John moved in closer leaning on the back of the bench on the other side of him. He passed a smirk at Mystique before looking back at him.