Abrupt Interruption \\Cole

[Atta Swanson]

Atta had tried to sit through class, but after the first was already not in the mood for either groups, nor the hours of sitting and trying to pretend she cared what the teachers were saying. Her mind drifted to what she would rather be doing, and her eyes felt heavy as she was certainly having issues adjusting to a new bed and a new 'home'. Her dad was never much of a father since the accident, but he was still the only family she had, and for the most part she was used to falling asleep to him watching tv or, at least knowing he was in the house and okay. When she left she figured she could make it on her own but, he was still young and since loosing her mother had never been to far from family. Now she was here, with nothing more than a letter sent to her father, and a brief phone call. Not about to show that weakness, and unwilling to be the 'lets talk it out' type she just chose to lay awake or sneak out at night to do other things.

When first period ended she waited till the halls were emptied into their second period class before making a B-line for the stairs. Climbing till she found a roof exit and taking in a deep breath of morning air. This was defiantly better then the stuffy class room, and far more her pace, alone and quiet. Or at least she thought that until out of the corner of her eye she caught a hint of movement and felt a wave of shock ripple up her spine. Her heart momentarily beating out of control as if it was one of the teacher here to reprimand her. Turning slowly she noticed not only was it anyone she knew, but it was not even some one in the 'ha caught you' position.

Looking closely and taking a few steps over she confirmed it was a boy, probably a student judging by his age and dress. He was stretched out, relaxing on the room as she had intended to. To most this was a chance to meet a kindred spirit, to her, there was someone on 'her' roof. "Oh great, is there anywhere in this school without some idiot cramping its style, or am I doomed to now forever live with at least some one in my space?" she gripped and moved to look over the edge of the building down at the grounds below, leaning there with a sigh and obviously displeased expression.

[cole mercer]

A nice nap, a good way to start the day right? He had gone to first class, shown up been bored, and left. When the next bell had rung he was already gone. Off to his usual hiding spot, Wolverine either didn't care enough or was to busy to ever come up and get him. The spot was perfect, quiet, secluded and high up. He liked being high up gave him a better vantage point. Not only that it was far off from anyone else so there wasn't much chance of him being interrupted, napping sure beat going to math class. He hated math he had no need to know what 3/4ths of 7.89 is right? Well to Cole there wasn't he didn't care for it and so the nap sounded better. Using his powers to take off from the ground up to the roof he landed gracefully. That was abnormal normally he fell and cracked his head on something, well this time he didn't and that was a plus right?

To that end he laid himself on the roof where he wouldn't slide down, falling into a very nice sleep. He couldn't really tell what his dreams were about, something about a gorgeous girl, his powers being fully mastered, being a hero, a nice relaxing life on the side. Good dreams, now for some reason that was being interrupted and it had startled him. That of course was bad when your hand touching something could send you flying up into the air. That something was him, as he flew into the air a few feet only to fall back down and land rather roughly as he gripped his head. He saw her, a young girl, his age, and she was good looking. This was a good day after all! He heard her talking, she sounded upset he was up here. What'd she think this was her roof? Ah well some company was better than none at all. He quickly moved himself to a standing position on the roof smiling a rather half assed smile scratching the back of his head.

"To be fair I was napping here first, but no sense in turning down good company, and it sounds like you have quite a few things to vent about. Might I recommend some time in the danger room? Helps me keep saner in this place."

He said all this with attempted charm, friendliness, generally just trying to be nice to her and make a friend. It wasn't easy being in this place, no friends not that he had a whole lot to begin with. But at least here you knew they were mutants like you who were dealign with similar problems to you. He wondered what this girl's power was....Maybe it was something cool!

"Name is Cole, Cole Mercer, and uh well other people call me Slingshot."

[Atta Swanson]

When the other shot into the air, she could not deny she jumped as well. Not nearly as far, but still a jump. Turning to make sure he had not some how fallen off the roof, she was relieved to see he was well enough after the startled take off. Once her nerves caught up with her, the fearful look was gone, and a soft chuckle caught her throat. Sure he could have been hurt, but the reaction had almost seemed like some cartoon skit. Catching herself before a true laughter could he hear, she swiftly replaced it with an unimpressed smirk and a challenging arch to her brow. Who was this guy, and what exactly was his power. Obviously flight was not it, as the landing had been rather violent. Maybe he was a mutant gazelle, or frog of sorts. Who ever he was, and what ever he could do was of little concern to her for now. All Atta really wanted was her time to herself again. Not that being alone was healthy, it was just where she felt safest and where she knew others would be safe from her.

Leaning on a near by spire she crossed her arms and listened to the silver haired boy explain himself and how he had been their first. Ready to just head back downstairs when he mentioned how it sounded to him like she needed to vent. She doubted it really happened that way, but felt like it might have been visible as she felt an electric pulse surge around her body. The others tone was obviously meant to be polite and perhaps a bit suave. Atta was only seeing the world in red at the moment, and his words twisted in her own mind to sound far more mocking and offensive.

Leaning up as the other introduced himself she narrowed her eyes and rolled her jaw listening to it crack lightly. Her green orbs looking up to the sky as if to ask an unseen god to have mercy on the other before they locked on Cole like missile cross hairs. " 'To be fair...' " she copied his opening line "..you have no right to just assume I have issues to vent about. So I muttered something, does not mean I have issues. Considering I was griping about you the only safe assumption would be that your probably the last person I wanna see in the danger room unless its under my boot" she snapped, advancing on him but cautious not to get to close. "And why does everything at this school seem to revolve around combat of sorts, like this danger room is going to make the worlds a better place..Pffft sure, teach the super powered teen age freaks to use violence to solve problems, makes sense right?" she rolled her eyes and walked back over to the edge of the building looking out over it.

"So sorry Cole but I am not looking for good company..and if your gonna nap here, then I'll find my own place tomorrow" her bitter tone was nothing more then a defense. She was really not angry, there was no reason to be. It was warm, the cool breeze kept the sweat off and with all the kids in class it was quiet. A kind word from a seemingly friendly student, could to easily become friendship, and at the moment that was something that she was still terrified of. Unless this guy was rubberman, she didn't want anyone feeling like they wanted to be around her. Even now looking out over the grass she already regretted being such a jerk. Eyes cast aside not wanting to look at the rather handsome teen she had lashed out at claws before kindness.

At home she had been able to distance herself without conflict, in a busy city people were not always excited to strike up conversations, or even give a damn about some one they didn't know. You could sink into the background easily. She had left her own school, and for the few months between the accident and her mutant education package, she had never even known she would go to such harsh lengths to keep a wall up. In truth it was frightening her to see what she was becoming.

[cole mercer]

Well that went about as bad as it could have. The girl didn't even give him a chance to talk really, she just flipped on him. That was something he wasn't expecting, she went from seemingly annoyed to pissed off as hell. What did he do? Did he come off as an a*(^(*%e? He wasn't trying to, maybe he had something that offended her? What had he done to make her so angry that she went on such a rant against not only him but seemingly everyone in the institute. He had watched her composure shift so drastically it was something he almost wasn't expecting at least not that. Not only that she was making remarks about how the Danger Room wasn't more than just training to help you control your powers. Cole had learned how to control his already, but that made him wonder....what if she couldn't control her's? That would explain a few things but it wasn't the smartest idea to bring that up not when he was feeling so dejected and afraid of what she might do or say to him next.

With that in mind he found himself leaning against the nearest solid construct that would hold his wait. He didn't even lean really rather sat down pulling his knees up to his chin, his arms wrapped around his legs. He was hurt, she had just called them all teenage freaks. Freak! Get out of our town! Go find somewhere else to screw up! That was the last thing he needed a reminder of why he was run out of his hometown. The fact was he was terrified of being rejected again. He had hoped here everyone would be a bit more friendly, guess he was wrong. Some people were just as hateful here. His eyes lowered his head hung a bit lower. A peaceful nap, yeah right, that's how this was going to go. He felt the fear and dejection set in as he kept his eyes lowered and spoke.

"Y'know it's funny....the people who ran me out of my own home town called me a freak too. I didn't want to leave home, I was forced to, leave my parents, what little friends I had. Even had to run from the cops, they were all out to get me. For no reason other than I was different...."

He felt his head sink lower not intentionally but the boy was hurt, not from her directly but from the reminder of why he had to leave his home. Why he had to run away, why he had to leave all that he cared about behind and run away. Run away from it all for his own safety, for his family's safety, for everyone's....

[Atta Swanson]

For a while Atta only looked out over the school grounds, listening to the silence her rage had brought her, but the silence had never felt so empty and unwelcoming. She had said some terrible things, and all of them just because she was scared. It was not fair or right of her to have snapped, but really she knew nothing else. This was her defense, and it was one likely to have her wind up not only alone but hated and shunned. Curious as to what expression was on the others face, afraid he was boiling with anger, Atta slowly looked over to see where and what Cole was up to, unprepared for what she did see.

The boy looked genuinely hurt, like she had beaten him with her fists and not her words. Cole had sunk back into himself and her heart ached. He was such a sweet boy, he had offered her a solution and all she gave in return was grief. Her mother would have been pissed if she ever found out that she treated some one so poorly for nothing. Still, that worry and fear that plagued her would not permit her to properly correct her error.

Before anything more could be said Cole spoke up, and her level of guilt climmed higher than ever before. She may not have known what anyone she knew would think if they found out she was a mutant, but what she did know was how it felt to feel like being different was wrong. Even still, it was her words that ha come out so slanderous and cruel. She wanted tot take back the freak comment, she could tell Cole was certainly no monster. Her on the other hand, well that was all to different.

It took every thing in her not to reach out and touch his arm, to try and consol him. Everything being the idea that she could shock him to death if not careful. Her hand had been outstretched a bit, but was now sucked back in tight. Sliding up her opposite arm to rub over her elbow as he glanced away "I didn't mean...Feak like that..I just.." she didn't know how to explain herself. How did you follow up to 'by the way, thanks for being like the barbarians that chased me out of my home'.

"And I mean..its not like your different here right.." she added trying to make things a bit better, but it was obviously not an expertise. She didn't know what to say, how to convey how sorry she was or even how she felt. On most occasions hugs or other such affections were strictly off limits for her

[cole mercer]

Cole was hurt, not by her in particular, her words simply brought up memories he had rather left forgotten. Run, run and don't look back! And remember son, we love you. His thoughts had brought him back to his father, what he would say if he saw him like this, acting so hurt and dejected, his father was a kind man but he also knew that he had to toughen up his son. The wound from having been thrown out of his own town was still fresh though, he couldn't escape the pain the memories would bring him for sometime. Hell his first few weeks here he had spent in the danger room, venting frustration, anger, and more than that pure hatred. He wasn't sure if any of the teachers noticed his rage, or how mercilessly he attacked the Anti-Mutant troopers that they pit him against. He was sure he had lost points that day for his anger and for the fact he would have killed one of them from the sheer amount of force he put behind one of his marbles. That much velocity would rip a normal person in half.

He had contained himself, taken up other hobbies, like napping, or reading, the occasional target practice. He also made a habit of volunteering for as many training sessions with Wolverine as he could. It helped him vent his rage taking on a guy who had nothing but feral rage to begin with. Paired against the sheer amount of hate and anger that had swelled up in the young teen from knowing what it was like to be cast out. To have to leave his happy life with his family, not by choice, not by some willing action. No he had been forced to leave. That's when he remembered his mother's words to him when he had been beaten up by a bully. He was no older than 10, once again it was due to his appearance.

"Mom, how come bullies are so mean? I never did anything to them..."

"Because, some people hurt others to hide their own pain and fears. Try showing a little compassion you never know it might make them change their ways."

That made Cole lift his eyes and look at her, she was stumbling over her words, rubbing her elbow, he even noticed her try to reach out. Part of him felt like she was a really nice person deep down, as if something had scarred her, as if something that had happened had scarred her. He didn't know what, but then she said it, he wasn't different here, well he was every mutant was different. Just like every normal human was different, but Cole was different, he had something not a lot of the kids here had, loving parents back home. He couldn't ever go back home, he hoped some day his parents would come here but it was probably best that they didn't. He finally met her gaze with his own, he then lifted his head and spoke in a more friendly tone some of the pain gone from his tone now that he saw how she must have been lashing out to hide herself, to push people away due to some fear.

"My mom used to say. People only hurt other people because their afraid or because they are hurt themselves, and that if you show a little compassion and just be friendly, they might change. So sorry if I offended you or whatever, I wasn't trying to....I just....it's lonely here, some of the kids understand what it's like to be run out of town for being a mutant, but I always got made fun of, cuz of well...."

He tugged on his hair a bit trying to make the point of it being silver. He hadn't really met anyone with the same condition in his life. He had heard that Ms. Monroe had white hair, but he knew that was due to her powers. His on the other hand, well he didn't really know he just assumed it was due to his powers.

"I'm not trying to get pity from anyone, believe me that's the last thing I want. There are others here who have it far worse than me. Just bringing up memories I'd rather leave forgotten."

He kept his gaze on her his eyes averting only after he had finished speaking and looked down over the schoolyard. He was simply waiting for a teacher to come find him. He was kinda hard to miss....

[Atta Swanson]

The next few words from cole's mouth as he lifted his head were not cruel or angry in return, instead they were kinder and attemptedly supportive. Perhaps what he had said before was not meant to be directed so sharply at her. Either way it was a bit of a shock as he tried to calm the situation now, when it could so easily have escalated. Who was this kid?

Atta listened to what he had to say, apologizing and explaining himself though she knew he didn't need to. She may never have said it, but it she had been in the wrong, not Cole. As he continued, however, her heart ached both for the sorrow she felt for him having to run as he did, but also the fact her mother had once spoken similar words. More along the lines of violence was never the right answer, but still those little things that stuck with you. She did miss her family, but unlike Cole even if given the chance, she had no way to see her mother again, and she hadn't really seen her 'real' father since the accident. She had to keep her composure, standing there while Cole admitted it was lonely at the school. God, she knew how very true that was.

For a place packed with students, and faculty, she had never felt more alone here than she had in some of the San Diego alleys at night. Perhaps it was the lacking freedom here, or the fear that if she messed up there was a lot more frightening people to answer to. She missed home despite how eager she had wanted to get away from it, and surrounded by happy faces only made her choice to seclude herself feel that much more empty.

"I know...what its like to want to just forget.." she muttered eventually no longer able to keep eye contact, turning to stare again over the school grounds intently at nothing. Her other arm folded up to cross with the one holding her elbow, and she leaned on them before speaking again. "Your hair looks fine by the way..I mean I figured it was dyed or something but..I mean its better than a lot of other styles and colors I have seen..and that was chosen" Her mind fell to down town San Diego and some of the night life she had witnessed. Rainbow Mohawks and colors that had no business being next to others. Insanity really.

"Your mom sounds like a smart woman..." he mouth felt dry but she had to say it. He had been trusting enough to open up, so why not at least try to say something nice. "..and I am not offended but, don't expect me to change." She took a deep breath, not looking at the handsome features coupled with kind words was helping to calm her mind and push back that desire to maybe try reaching out again. She was not ready, not trained, she couldn't trust herself so it was far harder to trust others.

[cole mercer]

Cole smiled, a hopeful smile, she wasn't a bad person, he could tell she was purposefully pushing him away now. The sudden change in her attitude, how she really felt bad for treating him like that, he wouldn't point it out though. His mother had once told him that doing that was what got him into trouble so much with Girls and other people in general. He had once done that when he discovered his powers and almost put a kid through a wall, he also had learned that his power can stop the force of anything with a single touch. The hard part was managing to block it. He was certain he could teach her to control her powers without any trouble. The junkyard he had in mind was perfect too, plenty of things that could be destroyed without any problems. He did always want a partner to help him clean up the streets. Granted it wasn't much he was always helping the little guy. Any real force would probably kick his ass, anyone like the mutants he saw on TV back home. The heavy hitters like that Magneto guy or hell even Mr. Logan was a force to be reckoned with.

None the less he wanted to help her, when she said she wanted to forget something he had a feeling it had to do with her powers. He wasn't going to pry, if she had wanted to tell him she would have. Something serious must have happened to her, his eyes managed to meet up to her's again with a friendly smile. He was hoping she would be his first friend. It didn't hurt to have a hot friend right? Well any friend really dammit quit ogling her! He couldn't help himself, he hid it quickly looking away, he didn't want to make it awkward for her but who could blame him? Blonde, green eyes, bright green at that, her eyes really were pretty. He adverted his eyes again, trying to keep from staring too much, then again he had been stared at a lot but he wasn't sure if the girls here were just doing that because he looked strange or because they were actually finding him attractive, she told him his hair was fine? She didn't think it was weird?! That was awesome and made his face light up showing it.

He soon stood up and looked at her once more that big bright smile on his face. He needed the ego boost, and it made him glad at least one person didn't think he was strange in anyway. That was what made him the happiest, he was hopefully making a friend in this lonely place. He then tugged on his hair and spoke.

Nope all natural here! No dye involved, thought about dying my hair once but my Dad told me that was stupid and that it made me unique. Well not that being a mutant didn't I guess."

His mom was a smart woman, she gave him a lot of good advice as a kid, even helped him learn tactics to focus his powers. All verbal no actual involvement but her advice always gave him courage. She even encouraged him when he would come home after a day of bad training, or when he began to believe he'd never control his powers. He then decided to bring it up, the powers, he could help her, he could help teach her. He knew what it was like to have a power that you couldn't control, the amount of times his dad had to repair the walls because his powers sent something flying through a wall. He wanted to help everyone he could, especially someone who understood how being lonely here felt. There were people who didn't have that problem, who seemed to fit in just fine. Well Cole was never very social in the first place, here it was even harder. He heard her last sentence and merely kept smiling. Why would he ask her to change who she was?

"Well despite what your saying, I can see somewhere in there is a really nice girl, So y'know don't worry about it, I wouldn't ask you to change, just can I ask a question?"

He said tilting his head slightly, he wanted to know what caused her to pull her hand back. He assumed something to do with her powers. He was more curious what her powers were. After all his wasn't exactly obvious but once seen it was pretty obvious what he could do. He liked his power, it was a fun one to have, being able to stop anything coming at you with a single touch was a useful power. He had tried developing that into a field, but it was hard enough to focus the point of access for the power to his hands and feet at first, a field of it would take time. Would be good for defense though. He kept his smile hoping she would let him ask one question.....why was all he wanted to know.

[Atta Swanson]

Atta rolled her eyes at the comment he made, even though she knew she had the potential for kindness. Cole sounded so confident, and she wished deep down that she cold be that certain there was a light at the end of her tunnel. As far as she could see, it only got darker from here. She had only found herself withdrawing more now that she was surrounded by others, sure they were mutants like here but the large volume of 'fearless' people made her more nervous then walking into gang lands, or bad neighborhoods. If she even so much as sparked most humans would run, but here they tried to embrace it by being closer and more welcoming. This worried her more and more as the chances of another 'accident' felt ever closer to becoming reality.

This boy though, seemed fine with giving her space. He had yet to try and get 'chummy' but at the same time was having a civil conversation. Out here, just the two of them, it felt like a true breath of fresh air. Unlike a class room she was free to leave when she pleased without reprimand, and it was easier to keep space between them. As the minutes passed between them, she was truly relaxing. The air of kindly conversation and sweet smiles was having its full effect, and her guard dropped ever so slightly. Eyes daring to glance back over to speak up in regards to what had been said.

"Unique is right, and to be honest, the hair suits you..in a good way. Don't think it would look right if you were like..a red head or something." Atta spoke with honesty, agreeing with his fathers thoughts. Atta had nothing to hide but herself, she looked human and other than shocking contact no one would ever know she was a mutant. Still, from what she had seen at the school, there needed to be more pride in who they were. She was terrified of her powers, but they were not leaving and her mother had raised her better than to pout. Despite the fact that it was her own mother had been lost, it was only more a reason to be the woman her mom wanted her to be.

Slowly she turned her whole body, leaning her back to the support behind her and crossing her arms a bit with a raised brow. "I think I can be 'nice' enough to permit you one question..but don't look to deeply into this supposed tender soul deep down. So, Shoot..." Not yet ready to completely open up, she tried to keep some what of a front. It would take a little more then a chat in the morning light to crack the hard shell she had around her. For now though, Cole was at a good start.

[cole mercer]

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[atrb=background, imageshack.us/a/img692/3817/ez3k.jpg] Cole smiled bigger when she said unique and kept pointing out how she couldn't imagine him being a red head or something. That made him rub the back of his head smiling a big dumb smile without even meaning to. A nervous habit of his he supposed, one he had for awhile but was never really shown because he never had anyone to make it come to light. No one really complimented him before, they always thought he looked strange, or were girls who were just staring and giggling to themselves. He never really looked into it much simply assuming they were laughing at him. He never really had the highest opinion of himself, never sure why it might of been because of his realization of being a mutant. There could have been more to it than that but he never thought about it too much. However he had found someone here who actually saw past how he looked, who despite how much she tried to deny it was a good person. He wanted to ask why she hid her powers, why she was so withdrawn, he wanted to know more about her, to become closer to her. Not for any other reason but to have a friend, he was a loyal friend and always had been. He stood up for his friends and his parents taught him to value friend's above all else. To know that having someone you could rely and who could rely on you in turn was invaluable, he knew the instructors around the school liked him, well he thought they did. He knew Wolverine didn't hate him but he also didn't like him but he felt like "Professor" Logan didn't like anyone. He was sure that wasn't true but a man who had razor sharp claws coming out of his hands was hard to be friendly with. If anything he felt Wolverine at least found him interesting, he had found him being a vigilante protecting the innocent. He wasn't doing anything else with his powers, he only agreed to come here after being convinced to come to the academy by him he almost owed Logan. Then again that didn't matter he didn't think that he of all people was looking for thanks. He just expected them to do their best here and Cole was an ideal student besides the occasional skipped class. He finally managed to sum up what he wanted to say keeping a calmer tone with her. He wanted to know why she was resisting the obvious good side of her. He could see through it, see that her words hid a deep sense of caring for those around her, whether she admitted it or not was irrelevant. He just wanted to see how this went he hoped this wouldn't scare her off entirely. “Well....earlier you held out your hand like you wanted to help me, but then you pulled back as if you were afraid. I've seen enough kids around here to guess...but I want to know is it related to your powers?” He said again tilting his head, an innocent question, a logical one at that. One would assume that someone restraining themselves from obviously wanting to help someone would have to do with their powers. He just wanted to know, not only that, he wanted to help. WORDS: 678 TAG: Atta! WEARING: Casual Cole outfit NOTES: Kudos to Rach for the kickass table and TEAM SHOCK AND AWE!

[Atta Swanson]

Atta had to admit it was not what she expected to come out as the inquiry. Usually most people were just up front, 'what are you powers?' or 'What can you do?'. Cole had taken it one step further and danced around the direct method, in favor of searching deeper for an answer to he withdrawal earlier. In a way it was asking what it was she could do, though curved to fit in with why she was afraid of the 'gift' the x-gene had provided her. Green eyes cast down to the roof, eyes focusing on anything other than Cole. Why did he have to be such a sweet heart, not to mention attractive sweetheart, and also ask all the 'I could punch you' questions.

In truth, had anyone else ask her, she may have quickly turned back to her fiery self and told him off. Something along the lines of 'Because you nosey self was not worth helping'. Cole had so far been nothing but kind, and she was steadily growing tired of pushing away. With so many around her now to distance herself from, it was only a matter of time till some one found out why she did it. At least, with Cole, she felt safe that it was not about to be posted on the student bulletin board. Atta had only just met him, but felt there was already a level of trust to be had. Or perhaps, deep down, she really wanted to get it off her chest. To have at least one person understand a little bit more about who she really was. Could 'one' friend really hurt.

"It..well..." Atta started raising her eyes up but keeping them in the opposite direction of her slowly developing friend. "..Yeah.." it did feel good, one word into he explanation and her shoulders felt lighter. Each breath was not as heavy and she swore at that moment the sun was bathing her in a warmer light then normal. "I can't risk getting that 'close' to people, to anyone or anything". Her mind flickered back to the last time she had pet a cat. Poor thing walked away alive yes, but also grew two times it size due to its hair standing all on end, and it ran with a jump as its statically charged fur sparked it.

Turning back to fully face Cole her eye were stern, but not with anger or concern. She was really peaking out of her comfort zone, and that took a level of concentration and nerves of steel. "I'm basically a human generator, from what the profs have helped me figure out, I produce /wwaaayyy/ more electricity then any average person. The down side is I.." there was a pause and she just couldn't keep her eyes on him. Her voice almost choked up and suddenly no where near as confident. "..I cant exactly always stop it from coming out..People get hurt.." she admitted without the true gravity of her fear explained. The accident was nearly a year ago now but her heart still pounded in her chest and ever muscled screamed at her to run. Months of wanting to distance herself was really making this relatively close encounter suddenly uncomfortable. Her stomach tightened and her hand grew fidgety, but still her feet stayed planted firm. Remy had told her that she would have to face not only others but herself, and to do so, she had stand strong.

"So yeah, I don't really get to chummy, or touchy feely to avoid putting one of those idiots into heart failure" her attitude returned slowly and her eyes lined back up with his. "You've been warned" she said warping her fear into a threat. She did not want him to be afraid per say, but it did help keep others at bay. "And that all summed up, is why they call me Voltage".

[cole mercer]

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Cole listened intently to what she had to say, he could tell how much it took for her to get it off her chest. To finally open up to someone about why she was so withdrawn. He tilted his head curiously when she began to explain. Her power made her a human generator, but unlike him she hadn't mastered her powers. He had a few mishaps when he was younger, a few times something went through a wall, a few times he launched himself off the ground by touching something. Nothing too dangerous, the junkyard saw most of the damage. He was glad he had the family he had when it all came about. Acceptance, that was the bottom line and Cole accepted her reasons. She had a right to be afraid of getting close, she could hurt someone she cared about. He wondered if she had previously and simply didn't tell him, but it didn't matter.

What did matter is Cole wanted to help her, he wanted to show her how he learned to use his powers. To find somewhere safe, she seemed a bit opposed to using the danger room. But granted that room was best for honing your powers not learning to control them. Cole had come to the academy fully in control of his powers. He needed a safe haven and they happily gave him one. He had yet to see the woman that his parents described, white hair, white eyes, he was sure she was someone that would be hard to miss. Well granted he thought the same about himself. It was a nice thought to think he wasn't the only one with a strange hair color due to their powers. Then again not everyone was lucky enough to have a safe place to learn to control their powers. He wanted to help Atta and he also smiled when she said her codename was Voltage.

To Cole the mere thought of being a hero was awesome, having super powers was cool, was a blessing, something he could use to do some good in the world. But not everyone felt the same way, he had always wondered what it would have been like but soon he leaped up and kept up that big goofy smile as he spoke in a rather comforting and friendly tone.

[color=CED8F6][b] “Voltage, that's a badass name! Well mines Slingshot for a reason, cuz well my power is velocity manipulation I can make something standing still go from zero to 6000 miles an hour by touching it I can also stop impacts by slowing any impact they would have. But Atta, I have an idea, I promise to not to be offended if you say no, but my Dad had a friend who owned a junkyard back home. He knew I was a mutant but he let me use his junkyard to master my powers in secret. My dad told me his friend has a brother who owns one here in town, I could ask him if he'd let us use it. That way you can train to use your powers, no one gets hurt, and no one will know it'll just be me and you. I mastered my powers on my own so why not help someone else do the same right?” [/b][/color]

He kept the smile, the friendliness, he really wanted to help her, he wanted to show her how to use her powers, to master it all. To be able to live a semi normal life without being worried about shocking someone. He wanted to help Atta, to make a friend, to have someone he was close to. What better way than to bond through training right?


[hr][b][color=CED8F6]WORDS:733[/color][/b]
[b][color=CED8F6]TAG:ATTA[/color][/b]
[b][color=CED8F6]WEARING: Casual stuffs[/color][/b]
[b][color=CED8F6]NOTES: THE BEGINNING OF SHOCK AND AWE[/color][/b]
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[Atta Swanson]

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[atrb=background, i40.tinypic.com/i59c3t.jpg] At the exclamation of how 'badass' her name was, Atta could not hold back a narrowed glance. Her mind self programmed to be wary of sarcasm or posers. Analyzing his features and listening carefully to what else was to follow, it didn't take long to figure out he meant every word. The compliment settled in, and she softened her gaze while he explained his own 'gift'. Cole's excitement for his powers made her slightly jealous, certain that if her own had manifested in a safer way she probably would have been just as enthused. Not that his sounded entirely safe. Atta didn't have time to interject before Cole moved on to a proposition that would prove to good a chance to pass up. Even if she still was very unsure about Cole and the idea of using her power more openly. Cocking her hips to the side she crossed her arms, still looking as though he was just wasting her time, but inside every fiber of her being was locked on to the words spilling from Cole's lips. Cole had not only family that cared, but understood his requirements, and with family and friends had been given a place to learn his limits and gain a firm grasp on his abilities. Once more her brilliant green hues looked away, teeth grinding into one another, wishing she had been given such a chance. If she had paid more mind to what was going on around herself and not trying to climb a social ladder to nowhere, maybe she too could have trained and mastered he currents within. It burned at the back of her throat and eyes just to contemplate what the outcome of that would have given her. Not that she could go back in time, but with guilt so fresh in her heart, the thought could still put salt in her wounds. Not a tear was shed, and as her fingers tapped against her arm, Cole offered her something that few others students could, and none of the teachers would probably want to hear. Her eyes snapped back to him as he placed the offer on the table, and for a moment she just stared at him in silence. Eventually her eyes fell to the stone roof below them and it was obvious that her mind was lost in thought. Running the pros and cons of what this could mean. Glancing to him every so often to make sure he didn't have a laugh hidden behind his lips, or a sneaky grin to his features. From what she could see in that full on smile, he was not trying to dupe her. Cole seemed like the real deal, just another mutant wanting to giver her a chance to catch up, and gain control. The junkyard sounded to good to be true, a place without other students, teachers, or well, any living soul to judge or be injured. A place where the only danger to herself was, well, her. "A junkyard huh..." she mumbled under a breath, tongue running over her dry lips before she chewed on the lower one a moment. "...With your help?". Eyes rose from her shoes up to his once again. Boring her gaze past his grin to try and look deeper into who Cole was. All she could see though was truth, this guy was genuine, he just wanted to help. Her back straightened and her arms unfolded to go to her hips and she rolled her jaw before nodding slowly "You got a deal 'hot'shot.." her tone was stern but there was a slow smirk taking up one side of her lips. "But no one else knows about it...just us...and don't get any ideas in your head that this is some kind of emotional moment. I just wanna make sure the next time I toast some one its cause I said so. Got it?". Even against her own policy, her hand stuck out for a shake. A test of not only her own willingness to have this 'stranger' as her mentor, but also to see if he was truly fear free in wanting to be around her. Now that he knew she could possibly put him in a hospital bed with just his touch. She didn't trust him yet, but it would be a good start. WORD COUNT // 724 OUTFIT //Check it out TAG // Cole Mercer/Slingshot RPN // A deal is struck!

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