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Post by Everyone Else on Jun 3, 2009 23:11:08 GMT -5
::As promised, it was little more than a ten minute drive to the man's house. When they arrived at the brownstone, he parked in the driveway, leaving room for Michael's motorcycle.::
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Post by Michael Kenyon on Jun 13, 2009 21:07:51 GMT -5
Michael dropped his bike into neutral as he rode into the driveway and parked. Turning off the motorcycle and removing the keys he looked up at the mutant's home. Dropping the kick stand he swung his leg over the bike to get off. "This is were you live?"
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Post by Everyone Else on Jun 21, 2009 14:14:25 GMT -5
::The mutant stepped out of his vehicle and nodded at Michael's question.:: "Me and the Missus."
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Post by Michael Kenyon on Jun 26, 2009 16:05:24 GMT -5
Michael gave one nod before placing his keys in his pocket and swigging his bag off one shoulder keeping it on one. Walking toward the house he walked slowly taking his time trying to take everything in. He had killed someone, Kylie wasn't speaking to him, he was relying on a mutant, and he was a mutant himself.
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Post by Everyone Else on Jun 29, 2009 9:26:26 GMT -5
::The man led Michael up to the front door, and he let the young man in.:: "I'll take you up to the guest room, and then I'll talk to my wife about you staying for a couple of days."
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Post by Everyone Else on Jun 29, 2009 9:26:35 GMT -5
::The man led Michael up to the front door, and he let the young man in.:: "I'll take you up to the guest room, and then I'll talk to my wife about you staying for a couple of days."
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Post by Michael Kenyon on Jun 30, 2009 18:36:37 GMT -5
"Does she know you're a mutant?" He asked following him into the house. He started to feel the electricity inside him build, started to feel it come through his finger tips but he focused and made it stop before it got any harder to repress. Repressing it was hard but it was easy to stop when it first started before it got harder to control. Especially when his emotions were under control and not being provoked.
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Post by Everyone Else on Jul 19, 2009 19:58:01 GMT -5
"Yes," ::The man said, holding the door open for Michael, before shutting and locking it behind him. The staircase was near the front door, and he started upstairs.:: "That isn't something you can hide from your wife."
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Post by Michael Kenyon on Aug 14, 2009 19:42:37 GMT -5
Michael followed him up the stairs as he spoke. "Is she a mutant too?" There was a hint of attitude in his voice. He still had mixed feelings on the whole mutant issue and probably would till he just accepted it. Michael liked the power being a mutant brought him but he still couldn't let go that mutants hurt him before he became one. They were the one thing he hated in the world which made sense now considering he hated himself for some of his actions in the past.
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Post by Everyone Else on Sept 5, 2009 13:30:14 GMT -5
"No," ::The man said with a shake of his head. His wife was the loveliest, most understanding woman he knew, quite a gentle spirit. But she was not a mutant, and thus there were certain aspects of his life he couldn't share with her.:: "We're a mixed household."
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Post by Michael Kenyon on Sept 5, 2009 15:01:24 GMT -5
Mixed. That was an interesting way to put it. He just gave a nod of his head and continued to follow the mutant. Michael was just so confused in his own life and his own opinions that he felt he shouldn't comment on other people's.
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Post by Everyone Else on Sept 5, 2009 15:06:41 GMT -5
::Once they were up the stairs, the man showed him to the guest room. It was cozy, a result of his wife's decorating skills.:: "Get comfortable. There's a shower down the hall, and dinner should be on the table in an hour or so."
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Post by Michael Kenyon on Sept 5, 2009 16:12:48 GMT -5
Michael was unsure of what to say so he just said, "Thanks..." as he walked into the room and looked around. The good thing was Michael was starting to feel normal in a room that wasn't his own.
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Post by Everyone Else on Sept 5, 2009 17:21:56 GMT -5
"You're welcome," ::The man told him, before leaving Michael to settle in.::
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Post by Michael Kenyon on Sept 5, 2009 20:21:45 GMT -5
Once the man left, Michael walked over to the bed and shrugged off his backpack and took a closer look at the room. It was nice, nicer then most of the places he had stayed in lately. Hopefully though he didn't burn anything like he had in the other rooms. Letting out a sigh, he ran his hands through his shaggy hair before falling on the bed and closing his eyes. As soon as he did he got a flash of the guy he turned into charcoal and then a flash of what he had done to Kylie the last time they saw each other. His eyes flew open and he just laid on the bed staring up at the ceiling with one arm behind his head. What happened to his life? Michael let out another sigh and just laid there for a few minutes before he hopped in the shower and got ready for dinner.
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