2010-07-23: Undead Powers


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Date: July 23, 2010

Log Title: Undead Powers

Rating: PG

Xavier Mansion - Cafeteria

There is a large cafeteria for the students. Blue and white tiled floor lines the floor and there are large windows that let in a lot of light. Six sturdy blue plastic chairs sit around each white table. There are a few snack and soda machines along with a few microwaves and refrigerators sit along one wall.

Good; nice and empty. Alvin slinks in through the main entrance from the lobby, hands shoved deeply into the pockets of his jeans, that ride low on scrawny hips, shoulders off-slant, a lanky lean to his head as he cruises slowly in to look at see what's available. His body has a sort of Tim Burton skeletal slimness to it, and the general pallor and discolorations down from upper forehead, mottled to neck, just increase that. Apparently he's one of those morons that wears sunglasses inside, though they're not completely dark, too. He keeps his hands entirely to himself, browsing with eyes only for now.

Robyn is kind of keeping to himself at the moment, he's usually fairly social but right now, he's just going through a lot. He ignores the mac and cheese and goes for one of the cookies and as he looks up he realizes he's not alone. He gives Alvin a small smile and wave. "Hey, I think there might be some food left but not much." He says as he doesn't know how long he's been there.

Compared, Robyn will still probably look like a social god. Alvin orients, but it's kind of slow, an apethetic, sort of disjointed orient of head Robyn's way, a poor imitation of someone who's relaxed. "I can mix and match," Alvin deadpans back, and promptly begins to do exactly that. However, he does take in the existance of the mac and cheese, and looks around for a possible source. "Where's the mac from?"

"I think it was something that Mr. Parker-Mayfair made, there might be some left?" Robyn says as he looks at his plate. "I think I got this…..an hour ago? Sorry, I'm Robyn, I don't think we've met. Are you new here?" The reason he asks is because he's been at the school for well over a year and he hasn't seen him before.

"Oh," Alvin says, flat, toneless, to the comment that the food is from an hour ago. Well, nevermind on that then. He ends up picking out some weird things— looks like he's going to have breakfast. Oh well. Either that, or a selection of things easy to reach. "Two days," Alvin answers the new question, one hand drawn one, to flip out two spidery fingers. The nails are discolored, a few bandaids, wrist, and ringfinger, and some healing spots, scabby. "So far, anyway," Alvin adds, with a brief smile.

Nodding to Alvin, Robyn can't help that he looks a bit..injured? He's not really sure what to call it, but then Robyn looks like he's had better days too with the recovering broken arm. "Oh cool, how do you like it here so far? I've been here about…a year and a half so if you have any questions, I'll try to answer them without making this school seem as terrifying as possible." And there's a smile as Robyn says that but it's hard to tell with the tone if he's teasing or being serious.

"Well," Alvin drolls a little, some southern accent really pushing into his tone for the word, but he doesn't notice. "I don't think I've any real questions yet. Just decidin' if this place is any better than where I've been," Alvin says, shrugging, a direct, and fairly honest, assessment of what he feels about it. Which is…. pessimism. Yay. But not in a nasty way. Just a lack of faith. Alvin isn't going to stay standing by choice, and takes his 'breakfast' to sit down, tiredly. "I'm not sure much terrifies me really," Alvin mentions, thinking about it.

"That's probably a good thing." Robyn says with all too much seriousness in his voice about not much terrifying him. "A lot of weird shit happens here but, things always pick up." He says as he doesn't hate Xavier's but sometimes he'd like to have a few normal months. "You okay?" He asks as he notices Alvin looks tired and then there's the bandages and such, it's more of a worried curiosity than anything else.

Alvin picks over his food, a sort of half-forced attempt to put some of it into his stomach, settling, elbows leaned solidly onto the table's surface as if it's the only way he'll stay sitting up and not fall into his food. His table manners are poor, but usually people don't eat with him, so it makes little difference. He pulls his sunglasses off, dumping them to one side of his plate. Oh, that's why: his eyes are hollow, huge blackened circles, bloodshot eyes. "Come on, don't I look fabulous?" Alvin asks, with a sudden wry grin.

Robyn grins back and lets out a breath of a half chuckle. "Well it all depends, do you want me to be serious or give some sort of witty retort? Cause right now, I don't know if I can do witty." He says as he does think Alvin looks..unwell but then again he's at a school for mutants so you never know. Two of his best friends look like animals. "Hey, as long as you feel fabulous, that's what really matters. It really doesn't matter what others think, it matters what you think." And Robyn really does believe that.

Alvin chokes a laugh; he choked on his own spit, apparently, because he didn't have his mouth full. "Ha! Well, I think I feel like shit. I guess I'm screwed then, aren't I," Alvin announces, shaking his head, with a somewhat masochistic glance over his hands, and then back to the food, tilting his head suddenly to crack his neck. Ah, better. "Everyone's pussyfooted around askin me what I do. Kind of funny," Alvin observes.

"Well honestly, it's kind of the butt sniffing of the Mutant world, asking your powers. I don't know, you haven't even told me your name yet so I figured I'd get your name before I asked the powers question." Robyn says with a warm smile and a bit of a chuckle as he pushes his hair out of his face with his arm that's recovering from road rash. He's got the definite 'emo' look about him but his smile doesn't match the 'emo kid' personality. "So how about I'll tell you my powers if you tell me yours?"

"Oh. I guess that makes sense. So it's insulting to ask. Huh." Alvin soaks that in, playing with his spoon, twirling it between slim fingers, twisting it back and forth absently. "It's Alvin, anyway," Alvin adds, gesturing to himself. "And if you end up thinking about Chipmunks, you can use Al or Vinny instead," he recommends, dryly. And gestures, in a 'go ahead' motion.

Robyn shakes his head. "No..it's not insulting just, overdone? I dunno, I just guess there's more important things than finding out what someone's powers are. Powers don't make a person." He shrugs and then smiles at the name. "My name's Robyn, I'm named after a bird so I really can't throw stones at being named Alvin. It just sucks that there have to be those chipmunks." Which was before Robyn's time so to him it's that annoying old show.

"Oh. Well. Every time anyone asks me if I'm sick or if I feel all right, they're asking me that," Alvin clarifies, which gives a really big suggestion to that his power has something to do with his appearance. Bingo. He twists the cap off of his pepsi (because soda goes with breakfast, what), and enjoys his sugary caffiene.

"Well I'm the walking wounded over here, and it has nothing to do with my powers, so who knows. It could or it couldn't. For all I know you have really bad allergies and the most accident prone person I've met?" Robyn says shrugging a shoulder with a smile. "When I was asking you if you were sick or alright, that's all I was asking. I mean…I got hit by a car recently so I know 'accidents' can happen around here."

"I guess more people get injured around here, huh. Dangerous place," Alvin observes, but doesn't seem bothered by it either way, really. There's no paranoia, he's just as laid back or apathetic as he was throughout this. "Heh. Power attract oncoming vehicles? That's right up there with mine," Alvin says, amused.

With a smile, Robyn shakes his head. "No, I don't attract oncoming vehicles. I..I can possess people, along with being able to project myself astrally, make psychic weapons and, well…I'm a psychic vampire." Robyn says the last part casually like being able to drain the psychic energies off of people is no big deal, and even less of a deal that he requires it to survive. "And yeah, when you put a bunch of people with super powers in one building, it attracts danger."

"A mind vampire, huh," Alvin says, arching his brows, but not really disbelieving it. "Well, all right, so long as you don't sparkle, I draw the line at glitter," Alvin observes, drinking too much soda, and having to pause to cough and swallow more correctly. He recovers though, but caused something of a bloody nose. "Damn." Napkin applied, tiredly; no surprise, just a sort of air of annoyance, like someone would be at hiccups.

"No I don't sparkle." Robyn says making an obvious face of annoyance in regards to the referenced series. He's about to comment further when Alvin's nose starts bleeding. "Are you okay?" He asks with a hint of worry. "Want me to get one of the doctors?"

"Doctors? Nah. I get it all the time. —- oh, you did tell me yours, right." So Alvin has to say his. He's vague, but mostly just out of being playful. "I'm a walkin' plague. I make myself and everyone rot. So we're both undead, really. Trust me, the zombie's side sucks," Alvin smirks, picking up his food loosely, holding his nose. He's going to go take care of that, obviously. "…Later."

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