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Post by Emma Frost on Sept 26, 2006 23:08:43 GMT -5
Two words… Emma… Frost. Now, saying Emma Frost were intelligent, powerful, manipulative, and beautiful would be an understatement. Emma Frost is not beautiful, nor graceful. She is beauty. She is grace. She emanates superiority. Her manor giving away nothing that she doesn’t mean to. She has a seductive secretiveness about her, one that makes her irresistible. Sex appeal is one of her best assets of misdirection. Although, despite this beauty, she leaves no doubt in the minds of others that her beauty is only out done by her wit. She is a woman that knows exactly what she wants and exactly how to get it. Her enemies fear her, her alliances praise her, her lovers worship the ground she walks on, and those who know of her, envy her. Envy, jealousy, regret… these are not emotions she feels often. Seldom does she ever look back on what she has done, nor does she second guess herself. What’s done is done; all there is now is the future. A future that she has a hand in more so than others could ever imagine.
At the moment, the stunning young erudite was making her way to a meeting. Her ‘you know you want me’ heals clicking on the freshly waxed tile floor of Frost International. She opened the door, a manila folder resting upon her hip. What she saw was what she saw every time a meeting of this magnitude took place. In the center of the room there was a long, round table with multiple chairs. Transparent windows paired with the buildings height made for a spectacular view of the city.
“Excuse my tardiness. I had a prior engagement.”
With a small nod, she acknowledged the presence of her guest. Her eyes instinctively found their way to the seat reserved for her, at the head of the table.
((Multiple or a single person may respond to this. I do not care. *nod*))
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Inferno
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What do you want from me darlin'? Just ask and yee shall recieve. For the right price of course.
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Post by Inferno on Sept 28, 2006 20:59:31 GMT -5
Jason awoke that morning to the usual sounds arround Hexus. The screaming, the yelling, the occational exposions and bursts of pale white smoke spreading to every room. Dreamer had her Dream smoke out of control ever since Boost had upgraded her powers and she had erased his memory. Jason didnt mind, after all, that only meant that there was one less minion of Blink's to watch out for. Now all he needed to do was to get rid of Dreamer, but how? He was right in assuming that now wasnt the best time to ambush her, the woman had stronger smoke now, and knowing her she wouldnt even think twice about using it on him either. Jason wasnt in the best mood, Jason wasnt a morning person, he was more of a mid afternoon beer sort of person.
At the moment Jason was in a rush, it would be only a matter of hours before the plan would be set and ready to put into motion. This was the surest and most proper way to do things. Money. In the end it was all about how much money you had and that would tell the world how much you were worth. Money, Jason could handle, he could get that anytime any place, it was the distributing part that he couldnt manage. It was something he'd put on his to do list, but never got arround to it. It was place somewhere toward the next Tuesday towards never. Jason pulled a suit out of his closet, sure it wasnt something he'd wear everyday, hell it wouldnt be something he'd be caught dead in but knowing his luck he would probably have Blink burry him in something similar, only green and fluffy. Blink, his one and only sister, had a sick sense of humor, dealing out threats to him whenever she had a second to spare.
Jason pulled on the navy blue suit and plain white dress shirt with the marron silk tie. He starred in the mirror for a moment and nearly sent a jet of fireballs at it, for a split second he thought he had seen his father standing there, only realizing it was himself. He looked as cold and colective as ever, the suit hanging off his broad sholders looking as if he was meant to be in a suit. The thought of it disgusted him, he hated button pushers, paper weights, offices, anything to do with compact little cubicals. Jason had the brains to be an engeneer, sure, maybe even the head of a major buisness, but the fact that he had sit all day drove him insane. Jason wasnt stupid, nor did he ever wish to be percceived in ths way. His father had been a buisness man, on the road most of the time, buisness trips, meetings, the occational company get-away. Rarely ever seeing either Jason or Blink, though that wasnt the reason Jason had hated him so much. The fact that his father, the greatest man Jason had ever known, was a button pushed, a number monkey, a calculating bug, made Jason's insides burn with hatred, a number bug meant one and only one thing. Neglect.
Jason learned long ago that those who stood up all day getting sunburns got paid less then the people who spent all day sitting down in offices. But there was a price to that, there always was,neglect. Either their families, their social lives, their children, but what seemed to make Jason take a few steps back from the mirror was the fact that wearing a suit meant he would have to neglect the ones he loved. He smoothed down his dirty blonde hair and gave a low sigh his light brown eyes starring at the image in the mirror. He looked so much like his father for that split second Jason's eyes searched for the tiny spec of resembelence and glared at the mirror wanting to destroy that tiny fragment that made him and his father, if only for a moment, one in the same.
Jason heard the pouding on his door and the room's temperature rose at least ten degrees as his anger flowed freely. "What the hell do you want?" He bellowed at the door still glaring at the mirror then ignoring it grabbing a comb and smoothing down his dirty blonde hair.
He heard Dreamer's clear silky voice shout back at him through the door. "If you dont effing get out here I'm gonna start the car without you and leave your broke ass here. Come on Jason I dont have all fcking day!"
Jason's eyes flashed the temperture in the room suddenly burning up but he couldnt feel it. He swung open the door and the blast of heated hair blew in Dreamer's face not before she had expelled a large cloud of halucinogenic smoke arround her body making her immune to anything, she giggled slightly seeing his anger she hugged his arm giggling like a school girl.
"You're pretty..." She said slurring her words slightly. She still hadnt gotten a hold of her boosted powers yet.
Jason starred at her disgusted pushing her away from his arm and whipping his hand on his suit pants. "Cant you stay sane for one day, woman?" He growled and snatched the keys from her and jumped into the gray cataclac in the drive way and sped off before she could catch up.
He arrived infront of the building parked his car five blocks away and walked a considerable amount. Knowing damn straight that if he showed up in Dreamer's car all would be lost. He stepped into the building the cool air conditioned air blowing against his newly combed hair making it slightly messy. His face stayed as cool as ever as he smoothed down his hair a hand in his pocket looking as though he were merely browsing arround. She would be out of her meeting soon, she said they could talk buisness for once. What kind of buiness he was soon to find out.
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Post by Emma Frost on Sept 28, 2006 21:43:36 GMT -5
Upon entering the room, she had noticed his attire and smirked. It wasn't like him to dress so formal. However, today's occasion did fit to an extent. Her heals clicked with grace as she continued to make her way down to the head chair. Where she belonged, where she had always been. In charge.
"So Jason," Her head turned back to meet his eyes. Through them, she could see into his thoughts. Not that she needed to, his demeanor was loud and clear enough. Even if she hadn't been a telepath. "How are things?"
A gentle toss landed the folder on the table, while she stopped directly in front of a small wet bar. Her hand instinctively reached for the Scotch, to poor them both a drink. Through the mirror behind the bar she locked eyecontact. "With Hexus I mean." Her thoughts flowed into his mind. One could never be to secretive. You never did know who was listening in.
Atleast that was her excuse for getting into his mind. Secrecy was a must. Although, lurking around in those thoughts of his was always exciting. She never could tell what she would find. His thoughts were so bad, so mischevious.
Drinks in her hands she approached him. A misleading smile crawled across her as she handed him the glass. "Still your favorite I presume." It was more of a statement than a question.
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Inferno
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What do you want from me darlin'? Just ask and yee shall recieve. For the right price of course.
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Post by Inferno on Sept 28, 2006 21:56:05 GMT -5
[I'll post tomorrow...I have homework >.< *waves*]
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Post by Emma Frost on Sept 28, 2006 21:57:04 GMT -5
I might modify.
-nod-
I think I can do more with this.
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