2010-07-29: Interruptions and Interpretations


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Summary: Old roommates revisit old ideas.

Date: July 29, 2010.

Log Title: Interruptions and Interpretations

Rating: PG-13

Xavier Mansion - James' Room

This is James' room, and by his, we mean 'His.' From the looks of it, in the absence of a roommate, he's taken over the accommodations of two. In one corner of the room, two beds have been pushed together while the window itself has been covered by a few blankets and a large plank of wood—probably a desktop—to block out ambient light. But even with such personalization, there's still at least one desk and dresser left intact. With schoolbooks in one and clothes in the other (although not necessarily in the right order) the room obviously belongs to a student. But, with a lack severe of personal effects to describe what type, all that you have to go by is a large occurrence of gnaw marks distributed randomly across several items.

Lucas uses his old key to open the door. He's wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a wifebeater. He looks in as he enters, leading with his prying eyes. "Jim?" he calls, as he enters.

Having taken advantage of the once-again empty room, James has already pushed both beds back together. Passed out, and hanging somewhat off both sides, the hyena raises his head slightly at the sound, "I didn' touch the cake!" Ears going alert, the creature turns his head towards the door and blinks a few times to greet his ex-roommate, "Oh hey…"

Lucas smirks, and closes the door. "Hey." He walks over and leans against the wall, looking around a second, before his eyes settle back on the hyena. "Ah need your help."

The large creature rests his head back on the bed and waves a hand in a random direction, "What time is it?" He puts a hand on the floor and sifts through a bunch of empty soda cans, eventually finding his phone, "7pm?!" Sounding more alert he rolls over and look up at the ceiling before stretching a whole bunch, "Wadda' want?"

Lucas smiles, "Yeah, 7pm." He sighs, "So… Ah really want this team thing to work, an'… Ah can't do it without you." He shrugs a little, "Ah just… Ah know you don't really think Ah'm ready, but Ah would…" He sighs again, as if this isn't easy to say, "Ah need you to have my back an' help me keep the others alive."

James points up at the ceiling, "See those finger sized holes up there? I put those in there 'cause I wanted to know how long I could hang upside down before I got bored or passed out. I forget which happened first…so either way I probably hit my head on the way down." He screws up his face and looks over at Lucas, "None of us are ready. So, why's it matter what I think?"

Lucas answers without hesitation, "Because you're my best friend." He shrugs, "Ah've chosen to try this hero thing. Ah want you standin' at my side, with me. Pass or fail."

James waves another hand and pulls himself upright with a flailing of feet and paws. Leaning over his knees, he searches for his discarded goggles before putting them back on top of his head, "What 'is' it, exactly you're leading? I mean…keep in mind I've not exactly been around here for the last month. You doing the Paragons? Or this about that extra team thing that everyone keeps talking about?"

Lucas smiles, "Dude, the funny thing is, this is YOUR idea." He walks over and sits on the bed. "When you were possessed - Selene not Demon - you tried to form a team that was made up of students what had more experience than most. Staff bit on the idea." He shrugs, "Believe it or not, things YOU said is what made me think maybe Ah could lead that. So, yeah. It's an extra team, made up of me, you, Robyn, Jinx. Maybe Connor if'n he ain't still a fuckin' shitty dickhole. Since Ah graduated, Ah'd lead, an' we get to handle the crimes what aren't at the Xmen level."

James gives Lucas an unkind look that's marked with the narrowing of eyes and the flattening of ears. The next few words come out very plain and clear, "That. Was. Not. Me." He shrugs and looks at the floor, "Hell, joining the security force wasn't either. It was something she suggested while I was 'talking' to her a while back." He frowns, "You yourself even said 'that' was how you knew it wasn't me. Actually making sense or whatever."

Lucas nods, "Sure sure. But you yourself said it was you because you chose to allow it." He shrugs, "Look, Ah'll call it whatever you wanna call it. But you need to pick one way an' stay with it so's Ah can be consistant." He looks closely at the hyena. "So… Are you stayin' with me, or what?"

Right or wrong, James takes that first part as a challenge and stands up as soon as the words hit his ears. The room isn't exactly large, so moving from the bed to the wall where Lucas stands only takes a few steps for the gnoll. Hand outstretched, he goes to give the ex-roommate a shove for bringing up such a sensitive topic, just to pin him in place against the wall for a moment, "Anyone else said that and they'd be leaving with a few less teeth. You wanna pull that shit on me again and I'm bound to forget that I like you. Got it?"

Lucas doesn't flinch when he's shoved against the wall. He does furrow his brow a little. "Ah'm just tryin' to be sensitive to YOUR needs, bro," he offers, with a cocky little smirk. "Anyone else shove me against a wall, they'd be on the floor on fire." He leans forward then, and quickly gives James a peck on the nose. "Love you too, brosef." He laughs.

James screws up his face and leans away, dropping the assaulting arm, "Only fire that's going around here is your flaming." He flops back down on the bed, eyes looking back over, "So…what do you want from me? My approval? Cause, we could jugg on over to mamby-pamby land where maybe we can find some self confidence for you, ya jackwagon." Nothing my fondness there.

Lucas shakes his head, "No. Not your approval. Ah already know how you feel. An' that's fine. But, when Ah get out there, leadin' this team, Ah want you with me. At my side." He sighs, "Jim, if'n Ah get out there an' you're right, Ah can't handle this, Ah need to know you have my back an'll help me get everyone back alive."

James makes a frustrated sound and rubs his eyes with a paw, "I still think this is all bullshit and there's no way anyone with a lick of sense is gonna let this happen. But if it'll get you to stop talking about it, fine…I'll do it." Which is the hyena's way of saying, ’by jove, gov’na. 'Tis a great idea!' Little does he know, others already think so as well. "So…what happens next?"

Lucas smiles, "Ah go to Scott. Trust me. It'll happen." He gives the hyena's shin a gentle kick with his bare foot. "After your next flea bath, y'all gotta come see my room. Ah gots my own shitter," he says with a laugh. He turns, begining his move towards the door. "Thanks, Jim. Oh, you wanna go to the mall this weekend? Ah need new shorts. Blew up my fav pair in the med bay."

The hyena nods, listening to Lucas, "Yeah, you're moving up in the world, eh?" There's not as much happy about that than there should be, but by now it's probably out that he isn't happy about loosing his ex-roommie. "I dunnno…" James says flatly, "If I'm around, sure?" He looks over, "Old-Man Emma okay'd me to take a solo trip to anywhere I wanted for up to two weeks. I dunno when, but I'm gonna vanish for a bit sometime soon. Go camping or something stupid."

Lucas opens the door, looking back at James. "Ah never been campin'…" He purses his lips, considering asking to go, but then reconsiders. He nods, "Sure. If you haven't left me here then." He smiles, "Be good, Jim." He winks, not really meaning that, and unless James says anything else, goes.

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