[open thread] this is the skin of a killah~

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

Characters: Julian Keller, you. All are welcome, but separate threads, please. This ain't no group therapy session~ Julian can meet each person at a different time or something.
Setting: Outside, on one of the mansions trails.
Content: Julian's taking a jog which became a... half-hearted walk.
Status: Open and incomplete.



[Here's Julian, finally... running out of steam this week. It's been a few days since he helped Josh kill Kimura and frankly he's done nothing but train and pretend everything's okay since then. He's also surly and sarcastic if anyone's brought it up.

He went out for his daily jog, but halfway through it became a walk. So he's in his sweats and he's sweaty, walking the trail and just looking a bit miserable and pensive since he thinks he's alone.]

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[golden-elixir.livejournal.com]

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[Nice try, homo. Julian sees you and would be content with just walking along and not dealing with your homo face and the fact that both of you basically murdered a bitch, but he can't. Because Josh drops one of his gay little sweaters. With a long-suffering sigh, Julian snatches it up, balls it up and throws it at Josh's head with a telekinetic oompf.]

You forgot your gay little sweater, Foley.

[golden-elixir.livejournal.com]

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

Say what? Tell you that you dropped your sweater, homo? [Julian gives him a look as if he's being an ungrateful bitch.]

[golden-elixir.livejournal.com]

This place sucks, doesn't it?



I mean, remember that indoor pool we had at the Academy? It's way too cold to swim here. The pool's freezing, the lake is even worse, and nobody even knows or cares about sailing. Why do we even have a boathouse?

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

Hey sugah. Everything alright?

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[He looks up from staring at the ground, surprised at seeing Rogue there and... giving a shit. Since that's usually his job. ASLKDJFL;DF. If he could keyboard smash, he would. Instead he slows to a stop in front of her, trying to look casual and not ridden with self-loathing and guilt. PROTIP: HE SUCKS AT IT.]

Yeah, sweetheart. Fine. Went for a run.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

You don't look fine.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[No shit. He hasn't exactly been sleeping. He's quiet, his stare hard as he looks at her, clearly a tad irritated.]

I'm tired.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

And that's all?

[queendediamonds.livejournal.com]

Julian



I think we need to talk, dear.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Great. Julian is... the opposite of ecstatic. He sighs a little heavily, and his voice is weary as he defleeeects.]

Whatever it is, I didn't do it, Miss Frost.

[queendediamonds.livejournal.com]

Shockingly, I'm not here because you're in trouble and you already know that.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

Fine. What?

[queendediamonds.livejournal.com]

There's no shame in being uneasy about what happened with Kimura.

[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

[Since being shot, Ali's gone a little ultimate on her training regime. Today, she not running laps, but sprinting them as fast as her smoke-addled lungs will allow. Which is still pretty damn fast. All she's sporting is a sports bra, track pants and headphones and she probably would have run right past Julian without noticing, if she hadn't almost collided with him.]

Jesus! Watch where you're going assh--eeey, buddy! Half-assing today? Usually that's my job.

[She gives him a grin that's trying waaaaaaay to hard to be laid back and totally, completely unflapped. There is no flapping of this girl. Can't you tell from the hardcore and the jokes?]

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, Julian can soooooo tell. His hand had shot out to catch her by the arm, worried she'd fall, and now he just keeps his loose grip on her and raises an eyebrow. Things have been... too normal between them since the Kimura mission. As in they both pretended certain things hadn't occurred.]

Usually, but I see you're still dedicated. And being a spaz.

[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

[Certain things. Certain things like her almost dying? Certain things like her backing Kevin's play for Laura? Certain things that totally didn't happen...Ali's mind was wiped of them almost as effectively as if Emma had done it herself.]

Some things you work on, some things can't change. Why the long face, genetics?

[She laughs a little too hard at the joke she stole from Hank McCoy. She gets it, but just barely.]

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, those things. Although Julian's having a harder time repressing. So his tone and his face is totally one of mock casualty with an edge of hardness.]

Why the Rocky workout regimen, Blair?

[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

[Ali shrugs, pulling out her headphones and shaking some of the sweat off her. Groping for a clever retort, she fails and shrugs again.]

Just wanna look pretty for the British invasion. Plus, they blew up the music room along with...well, everything else so we're short a drum kit and half our amps.

If we're still playing this gig across the pond, light show's gonna have to make up for the crap music we'll be playing.

[scottheboyscout.livejournal.com]

Julian?

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[BOY SCOUT TIMES. Just what Julian needs.]

Mr. Summers.

[scottheboyscout.livejournal.com]

I thought that was you, I'm not used to seeing you take it easy. Something bothering you?

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[Life in general? He makes a "yeah, everything" sigh and a "I guess we're really gonna do this" look.]

Not a thing. Tired.

[scottheboyscout.livejournal.com]

Not surprising. I read the report that Bobby filed. You made some tough calls.