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Summary: Quenton and Nick talk about how much things suck, and the few things that don't.
Date: August 17, 2012
Log Title: Misery Loves Company
Rating: R
Xavier Mansion - Communications Tower
This large metal tower has many mysteries and stories surrounding it. Deep in the woods it supplies most of the radio frequencies of the school. Danger and High Voltage signs hang all around the tower, but that doesn't stop the occasional group of students from trying to climb it.
If it was intentional or by accident (due to his complete lack of direction sense), it's unclear how Nicholas ended up sitting at the base of the communications tower. His back is against one of the thick metal supports as he takes tips of his water in between bites of an apple. Sounds of wildlife and the rustle of wind through the leaves of the tree can be heard in the mostly shaded area. The quiet and sounds of nature are helping Nick relax, just trying to keep his mind off of his misery.
"You're always in the damn woods," is a comment, suddenly, from above Nick, and should he look, Quenton stands on the scaffolding, leaning against a pole, morosely peering out to the rest of the area. "I can't help but wonder if you're out here looking for Redskins who wronged you, Lone Ranger, but if you are, I think I saw them Kumbyahing that a way." He points off in some randomd direction. The snark is back, but it holds no hostility, though there's no mirth or warmth either.
"Not always, I'm usually in the stables." Nicholas replies to Quenton as he turns to look up at him. "I got lost, again, so I figured I'd just stay here for a while. At least I brought my lunch with me." He says nudging a backpack next to him. "And I don't have anything against Indians. Anyway, how'd you like the Danger Room session yesterday?"
"Ah, you're one of them. Your sworn brother was some Apache warrior, I bet, killed by Johnny Shadow at high noon, and you're letting the road, where-ever it may take you, lead you on a path of revenge and adventure," Quenton murmurs, lost in the rant for a moment, before his shoulders jerk up at the query, his red eyes falling on Nick. "You and Shane were there. And I was almost… worried I lost her. Soon as she implied we're still together though… I don't know. Life got a little less dark."
"I think it'd take a lot to lose her, she puts up with you more than you deserve….you're lucky. I haven't heard or seen from Jill in a while. Anyway, I meant that as a good thing, about Shane." Nicholas says then takes a bit out of his apple. "The Danger Room's the only place I can really put aside everything and feel…kind of happy again. It's weird. And the only path of revenge I'd like to get are on those purifier assholes."
"Yeah. You're right about that. I probably don't deserve her," Quenton murmurs, jumping down from his perch, landing on to the ground gracefully for someone who prefers destruction over most everything else. He regains such machismo by picking up a rock, and just whipping it at a tree, hard enough that a sickening crack can be heard as it imbeds into the bark. "As for the Purifiers… well. I'm eighteen now. I can find them. But I know it's a personal thing. So maybe I'll wait 'til you can come with me."
Nicholas gives Quenton a slightly exasperated look. "Dude, you do. You deserve something good in your life just like everyone else. Maybe you deserve someone like her in your life more than most people do. You're good for each other." He actually thinks the two work well as a couple. "Anyway, give it a year and I'll be eighteen, I just turned seventeen a few days ago. So, how are you holding up with everything?"
"Happy birthday," Quenton mutters. The question, after he picks up another rock, earns Nicholas a blank look. The rock? Well. It slips through his fingers, mostly dust now. "Zoey still won't talk to anyone, not even me. My brother's still at large, probably killing people. I don't know. I'm not killing myself. I'm not running away. I think I'm holding up pretty damn good. I just.. the Rage is back, just waiting to come out again."
"That sucks." Nicholas says looking down at the ground. "I can't…" He doesn't even know what to really say. "Thanks, for the birthday wish. Shane made a cool duster for my birthday. But, it sucks, a lot. No one really understands what it's like…" He says throwing his apple in the air before batting it away with his telekinesis into the woods. "I think that's why I love the danger room so much, it just gives me something to focus on."
"I'd get you something, but I'm broke and I can't make shit with these hands." Quenton lifts his hands, staring at them, one covered by a glove. "I don't know. I like the Danger Room, too, but I can't have private sessions by myself, and I'm not really comfortable with people seeing what I like to do there."
"I don't need anything." Nicholas says in regards to a birthday gift. "Right now all I can imagine is you don't some pretty brutal things in there, I just like the stuff Connor runs. I mean he pushes real hard and it drives me crazy but I need to get better."
"Yeah, he pushes real hard," Quenton echoes, nose giving a twitch, though he doesn't comment anymore on that. "So, you haven't seen Jill at all? Maybe she's with her parents? Or maybe she's sleeping in a coffin all summer. Hibernating. Watching the Vampire Diaries while sucking on a slushie. And by slushie I mean a bunch of ice and blood.
"She…she doesn't have parents, I mean she has the woman who raised her after they passed away, but I don't know. I haven't heard anything from her, I guess that's just my lot in life." Nicholas says glumly with a shrug. "Maybe she's just afraid or something, maybe she's dead or maybe she's gone to far, I really don't know. I almost hope that's what it is, the blood slushie and Vampire Diaries thing, it'd mean she's okay."
"Yeah, he pushes real hard," Quenton echoes, nose giving a twitch, though he doesn't comment anymore on that. "So, you haven't seen Jill at all? Maybe she's with her parents? Or maybe she's sleeping in a coffin all summer. Hibernating. Watching the Vampire Diaries while sucking on a slushie. And by slushie I mean a bunch of ice and blood." (Punctuation)
"She…she doesn't have parents, I mean she has the woman who raised her after they passed away, but I don't know. I haven't heard anything from her, I guess that's just my lot in life." Nicholas says glumly with a shrug. "Maybe she's just afraid or something, maybe she's dead or maybe she's gone to far, I really don't know. I almost hope that's what it is, the blood slushie and Vampire Diaries thing, it'd mean she's okay."
"Were her parents brutally murdered, too? Because if so, that's -our- lot in life. Your lot in life is you're one clueless guy," Quenton murmurs. "But you know. The benefit of being you is because you're a southern heart-throb who rises a horse and listens to the music of pain, being clueless happens to look good on you. So congratu-fucking-lations for that." His irrelevant rant ends and he jerks his shoulders up. "If you're too worried, why don't you start looking for her?"
"Car accident I believe." Nicholas says. "And what am I clueless about? And also I'm not Southern, North Dakota is far from Southern." He says with a little bit of a scowl but then he is clueless in regards to be a potential 'heart-throb'. "Yeah, and what a heart-throb I am, noone hear wants to deal with some kid whose lost his parents. People love to pretend they care but as soon as you're not happy after what they think is a 'good amount of time', well fuck you. People won't ever understand Quenton."
"Okay, first of all, no one's a heart-throb when you get to know them. Second of all, just because it has north in the name doesn't mean you aren't southern, and even if North Dakota isn't southern, which it probably isn't, no power on this Earth is going to make me stop calling you southern, short of an apocalypse, Shane threatening to break up with me, mind control, you dying, me dying, Shane dying, me being teleported to an alternate dimension where you're from Canada, you coming from an alternate dimension where you're from Canada… I think you get the idea." Quenton stops to take a breath. "Finally, as far as I'm concerned, I'd much prefer you miserable then happy, because misery just -loves- company. So if you're going to be miserable, fucking rock it man. But we already get that no one else is going to be happy about it."
The rant causes a small smile to form on Nick's face and he shakes his head. "I don't say ain't or y'all." He says in mock defensiveness. "I guess it's just you New Yorkers who think anything that isn't New York is Southern." He shrugs and pushes himself up so that he's standing and leans against the tower. "I don't like being miserable but, I can't help it. I just feel….alone. I mean I have friends here but it's not the same, I just miss them all so much."
to be continued hopefully
