2012-02-02: Pacifist Aggressive


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Summary: Lock gets mad at Ahmed, Nick, and Quenton, so he throws his phone at Jill.

Date: February 2, 2012

Log Title: Pacifist Aggressive

Rating: PG-13

Xavier Mansion - Gymnasium

This big room with wooden floors is build with powered students in mind; the entire room is power proof. Blast the walls all you like, they are not breaking. The gym can either be one large room and it also has dividers to make it two smaller gyms. This large Gym has basketball nets, equipment to set up equipment badminton, volleyball, hockey, soccer, gymnastics, fencing, and everyone's favorite, dodge ball.

It's been a couple of hours since the fight between Quenton and Ahmed and Warlock has been in the gym for a good hour now, there’s different pieces of gym equipment set up around the room, if you look they're not set up as they should be so seem to be being used for different purposes that they should. Dressed in dark blue jeans, a purple long sleeved shirt (with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows), red/brown belt, red/brown sort of Jedi-like boots and steam-punk style goggles on his forehead Lock is on the phone, anyone outside the room might just hear him say "Whatever" down the phone before it's launched across the room, breaking to pieces as it slams into the wall.

A towel draped around her shoulders and a water bottle in one hand, a sweatpants and t-shirt wearing Jill pushes open the doors into the gymnasium only to give a short, sharp cry as a phone bursts magnificently into pieces on the wall near her. It takes a moment for her to realize she's not actually injured and that the defensive crouch with hands over her head is hardly necessary. "The hell was that for?!" she shouts aggrievedly.

Warlock was already stomping off in the other direction when he hears the scream, turning he spots Jill, "Fuck", he quickly jogs over, "Sorry, did I hit you?, I didn’t know you were going to walk in, are you ok?", while he's speaking calmly and his voice is very much in concerned mode, his face is still in pissed off mode.

The blue girl rises from her crouch and brushes off her shoulders. There's nothing there but the gesture seems to straighten her out, so to speak. "No, I'm fine, but what the hell?" Jill's trying her best to stay pissed off too but can't maintain it for very long. "Wrong number?" she asks sarcastically with a glance at the destroyed phone.

Warlock frowns at the smashed-up phone as if willing it more pain before looking back at Jill, "Might as well have been for all the bloody use it was to me", he offers Jill a hand up from he crouched down stance, "But sorry, I shouldn't have lost my temper like that, could've hit you".

Jill waves Lock's hand away. "What's got you so worked up anyway? You look like you wanna kill somebody." She pulls the towel off her shoulders and, after a second of wondering why she brought it in the first place, just puts it back. "You already get the email 'bout the rec room being closed? Re-runs of Mythbusters aren't worth murdering over."

Warlock nods, "Half-tempted to yeah", all talk though, murder probably violates the whole non-violent thing, he clenches his fists at the mention of the rec room, "Fucking Quenton, fucking Ahmed and fucking Nick, bloody dickheads", he stops himself from slamming his fist into the powerproof wall, he learnt earlier that hitting it hurts, "Mythbusters? what?"

"I heard Quenton and Ahmed wrecked the place, but I didn't know Nick was there too." The goo girl is more exasperated than angry. "Him and Quenton in the same room is always trouble, but Ahmed? Didn't see that coming." She shrugs. "Mythbusters, Star Trek, Spongebob, whatever. I don't know what you watch. There's still the TV in the living room, if they didn't break *that* too."

Warlock nods, "Yeah Nick was there, jerk", he sighs and leans against the wall, "Wouldn't count on the TV in the living room, only a matter of time before two more idiots who like to talk with their fists decide to smash up there too", he climbs up a couple of steps to sit on a bench, "What brings you down here?"

"Nick's not a jerk." A beat. "Well, okay, he can be but he always says he's sorry about it afterwards. Quenton, though. Quenton's just…" Whatever Quenton is, Jill cannot express it in words, merely a scowl and a huff. "It could've been worse. You could've been there and got hit by flying by a table." Finally drawn back to her sweatpants, towel, and water bottle, the blue girl just shakes her head. "I don't know. I thought I'd work out but the more I think about it, the more it seems like a dumb idea. I can't really build muscle, y'know?"

Warlock smiles finally, "I think you probably have as much chance of building muscle as I do", he gestures to his slim build, "Probably why I don't always have my powers, 'these are what we have to work with?, you're kidding me' is what my mutation would say, if for whatever reason it talked".

"Maybe you need to try harder." Jill sweeps the towel off her shoulder and lobs it at Warlock's face like a net. "Oh, what the hell. C'mon." She waves a hand encouragingly for Lock to follow her. "Run with me. At least I can still get tired so I'll sleep better tonight." Then, under her breath, she adds, "It's got to be better than running with Chloe." So saying, she starts off in a slow circuit of the gym, walking first and slowly upping the pace.

Warlock catches the towel chuckling before jumping off the bench and starting off after Jill, "Who's Chloe?", he matches his speed to Jill so they can talk while they run, "Don't usually have to run, used to travel using my skateboard before I came here, sucks that there’s no skate parks nearby here".

"Chloe McMillan. Blonde girl, 'bout my height. She and I were on the same squad last year." Jill keeps the pace gentle, jogging more than running. A fast walk could outmatch them. "She's got superspeed and, like, doesn't get tired. Ever." A frown. "But I think she likes hanging out with Heather more than anyone else because to them we're all moving in slow motion and it gets boring around us slow people." She eyes Lock after the comment on skateboarding. "You any good at it? Do tricks or just ride around for fun?"

"Haven’t come across her yet, Heather either", Lock grins, he is a very good skateboarder, probably the skill that he's proudest of, "I do alright yeah, can do a few tricks sure", though he hasn't had a proper chance since moving here, "The way you move on a skateboard when you know how is great, closest thing I can think of o flying just really close to the ground, that gliding feeling".

"Chloe's nice. Heather, on the other hand, Heather's… different." An uncertain expression crosses Jill's face. Guilt, maybe? "But she can't help it," the blue girl amends and this seems to ease her conscience. "I tried skateboarding, but I was terrible at it. I can rollerblade, though. You can cruise around Salem Center and most people won't bother you. Cops, sometimes, but not always. You could try there."

Warlock nods, "I could, but I was more looking for a proper skatepark with ramps and a half-pipe, somewhere I can really let loose, seems that’s the only thing this place doesn't have, probably one in New York but I’ll have to wait til the weekend, that’s hoping there’s a decent one there".

Barely a full lap around the admittedly spacious gym and Jill's already starting to breath a bit harder. Jogging and talking is harder than it looks. "New York has everything, so I'll bet it has skaters too. And they gotta have a place to go." She slows to uncap her water bottle and take a quick sip before slipping back into pace. "Or there's the Danger Room if you could get permission," she adds doubtfully.

Warlock is about to respond to Jill's idea about the danger room when his watch starts beeping, "Bugger, I gotta go, I’ll try and catch you later yeah?. I’ll come back for what’s left of my phone later", he breaks lap and jogs towards and out the door.

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