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Post by Matthew Wilson on Mar 21, 2008 2:54:19 GMT -5
Matt read through the menu and snuck a look at Pandora. She looked so peaceful, being at home. He felt really good inside himself, knowing that he'd done something noble like this.
"So, Just to make things totally clear. We can't ever touch each other, right? Or else it'd be hell on earth. Literally, I mean if you do control reality?" Matt said, hoping that he wasn't too frank, but he had to tell her.
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Post by pandora on Mar 21, 2008 9:19:55 GMT -5
She blushed. She hated talking about her power, but she guessed it had to be done. "Well, technically I can manipulate reality, but it's close enough. And yes, we can't touch." Did he find her so repulsive that he would never want to touch her or was he just trying to set boundaries? She really couldn't tell. Unlike Matthew, she didn't have telepathy to tell the difference.
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Post by Matthew Wilson on Mar 21, 2008 20:10:19 GMT -5
"Well, it's just..." Matt began as he looked away for a moment, and then looked back into Pandora's eyes.
"I'm scared. I'm scared I can't control it. I mean, I'm not the best person when it comes to willpower. I may not look it, but I'm a recovering drug addict." Matt said, wanting Pandora to know everything about him.
"I've grown up a little harder than my brothers. They're much stronger than me. And I guess I'm scared to let them go in a sense. But I want to be free. I mean, I want to be able to feel how soft your skin would be, you know?" Matt said, blurting out his feelings before thining to himself,
You fucking idiot! You just blurted it out! Good one!
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Post by pandora on Mar 22, 2008 15:04:15 GMT -5
Pandora blushed. This was a little much for her. Although she could somewhat understand the difficult past of drug addiction with her own difficult past, the mention of his wanting to touch her skin was moving far too fast and came off as sounding kind of wrong. However, she was far too shy to say anything at all at this point, so she just hid her face in her menu and tried to hide how red her face was looking now.
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Post by Matthew Wilson on Mar 22, 2008 21:40:52 GMT -5
As soon as Matt had said that, he picked up her thoughts about it and he suddenly said,
"Oh no. No, no, no, It's not like that! Please, it's just," Matt said as he slowly pushed down the menu,
"I'm only going to be able to connect with people emotionally." Matt said as he looked away, a look of sadness on his face.
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Post by pandora on Mar 23, 2008 0:10:02 GMT -5
She took her face out of the menu and nodded. "Oh, I'm sorry. I get embarrassed really easily." She smiled at him. She was still a bit fazed by his forwardness, but she decided to trust him anyway. He seemed like he was a bit of distress, and it was flattering to be desired. Besides, he just seemed to be a genuine person. She didn't know how she knew it, but she just got that sense from him.
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Post by Matthew Wilson on Mar 23, 2008 0:13:21 GMT -5
"Yeah, well try having two older brothers that jump on you and try to belittle you in front of your new friend." Matt said as he chuckled and looked into Pandora's eyes.
"You know, we're a lot alike, you and I. Alot of people look at us and fear us. They fear you for your power. They fear me because I can absorb their power. It's not fair that a couple of nice people like us are just outcasted." Matt said, as he looked away a little, looking at the poster on the wall behind Pandora.
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Post by pandora on Mar 24, 2008 17:36:19 GMT -5
"It isn't fair at all." She looked down a bit. "It feels like everything in my life has been out of my hands. I'm so tired of feeling guilty. I'm tired of feeling like a victim. I wish there was something I could do, but there isn't. It's like a giant brick wall between me and any kind of solution, and there's nothing that I can do to tear it down." She frowned. Everything was so frustrating. Everywhere she went, she was just the girl with a box. She wanted to be more than that, to overcome it. There had to be something that she could do. She just didn't know what.
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Post by Matthew Wilson on Mar 24, 2008 17:43:55 GMT -5
"I know how you feel. I get everyone saying that, 'Aw Matt! You have the coolest power!'. But in reality, I hate it. But, at the same time I love it. I just wish I could control the powers I absorb." Matt said as he levitated a drink from the bench to him, dropping it a couple of times, nearly breaking it.
"See. I can't even bring a drink to myself without hiccups." Matt joked as he smiled a little and levitated Pandora's favorite drink to her.
"Your favorite I believe?" He asked, knowing that it was, thanks to the telepathy.
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Post by pandora on Mar 24, 2008 17:51:47 GMT -5
"Thank you," she replied. She watched while a Cherry Coca Cola floated towards her and landed softly in front of her. Although she thought it was very sweet that he knew her favorite drink, it was still rather unsettling to know that he could read her thoughts. Shy people are usually that way so that they can preserve the privacy of their own mind, and Pandora was no exception. Matt was probably reading her mind now. That made her a bit nervous, but she futilely tried to hide it the best she could.
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Post by Matthew Wilson on Mar 24, 2008 18:00:26 GMT -5
"Um, ok. So... What's your story? Like, how did you end up here?" Matt asked, hoping if she wouldn't mind telling her story.
"I mean, you don't have to if you dont want. I just thought that it would be nice for two outcasted sould like us to kind of get to know each other properly." Matt said, sipping his cola and looked at Pandora.
"I mean hey, I don't know if you can relate, but my parents died when I was 10. I was rasied by my brothers, Markus in particular. Our grandfather helped, but wasn't like Markus. I was kinda the black sheep of the family. Still am. I mean, I did drugs, mainly narcotics like painkillers and stuff. And I relapsed. A lot. But my brothers helped me get right." Matt said as his expression darkened and he looked down.
"Then I discovered this. My power. After that everything changed. My grandfather disowned me because of my power. Just like he did with my father. Markus helped me out, and then I was here. Absorbed teleportation and ended up here." Matt said as he looked up at Pandora and wiped the tears away.
"So now I'm here and I've met a beautiful and charming person like you. Someone I can relate to." Matt said as he smiled and looked into Pandora's eyes.
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Post by pandora on Mar 24, 2008 18:12:12 GMT -5
It was a surprise to see someone so open. Pandora wasn't really used to that. She supposed it was because she kept so many secrets. She decided to open up anyway. He seemed so friendly, like he really wanted to know about her.
"Well, I was raised near here in Rockville by parents until they . . . well . . ." She looked up at him. ". . . when they were murdered. I was there. I watched the whole thing. It was bloody, and I was scared out of my mind. I spent the whole night crying until the morning when my powers manifested. The town was filled with killer bees.
"The townspeople turned on me then. I was lucky that Xavier found me. He tried to teach me how to control my abilities. And after a while I learned how to trap my powers into a box. Afterwards, I heard about the cure, and I thought that everything was better. But then I became a supermutant, and the box opened, and everything went crazy again. Here I am now with this mess in my hands and no idea how to fix it. And that's basically my story."
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Post by Matthew Wilson on Mar 24, 2008 18:18:13 GMT -5
"So that's what the cure does. I've heard about it, but never really understood it." Matt said, as he looked around and then back to Pandora.
"I know that it's hard to be different like that. To be outcasted and pushed away. But I suppose there's always a good side to it. Have you tried practising it? I mean I read in a book that the more often a mutant with an unstable power trains themselves in an isolated environment, they can eventually control it enough to live confortably." Matt said as he smiled and looked at his hands.
"I... I really wanna be able to hold your hand and show that human connection, but I'm scared. Scared of just losing it. That way we could do it together. Learn to control it." Matt said as he smiled and withdrew his hands as he sipped on his cola some more.
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Post by pandora on Mar 26, 2008 16:57:33 GMT -5
"When Professor Xavier helped me put it into the box, I thought I had everything under control. And when I got the cure, I thought all my problems had been solved, that nothing crazy would happen again. I was wrong. I was so wrong. I don't know if I can handle another disappointment. But I guess I have to try anyway. There's nothing I else can do. I can't stand all these powerlessness, this waiting for something that I know is going to come. It's so ridiculous. I --"
Suddenly, she was interrupted by a smiling, redheaded waitress. "Are you ready to order?" she asked.
"Oh, yes. I'll take a double bacon cheeseburger with fries." Pandora was taken off guard by the interruption, but she was glad that at least the waitress hadn't overheard their conversation.
"Anything else?"
"No thank you."
"How 'bout you, sir?"
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Post by Matthew Wilson on Mar 26, 2008 23:41:50 GMT -5
"Um, yeah. Can I get a Cheeseburger please?" Matt asked as he looked to Pandora and smiled. He wanted to help her. So badly. When the waitress left, he looked to Pandora and said,
"I'll help you learn to control it." He said, not knowing how he would help, but knew that he would.
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