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[open thread] pyromaniac bitches are my favorite kind of bitches
Characters: John Allerdyce, you.
Setting: Common area, recreation room, what have you.
Content: Amazing.
Status: Open and incomplete.
[John's in one of his usual moods. (Read: a bored and prickish one.) He's sitting on one of the couches in the wreck room, leaning forward, both his injured hand and his good one propped on his knees. He's opening and closing his Zippo, surveying the room and its occupants. Every now and then he turns towards the TV, where the news is on, but only when he hears something about mutants or fires or anything that catches his ear.]
Setting: Common area, recreation room, what have you.
Content: Amazing.
Status: Open and incomplete.
[John's in one of his usual moods. (Read: a bored and prickish one.) He's sitting on one of the couches in the wreck room, leaning forward, both his injured hand and his good one propped on his knees. He's opening and closing his Zippo, surveying the room and its occupants. Every now and then he turns towards the TV, where the news is on, but only when he hears something about mutants or fires or anything that catches his ear.]
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You know, it could be worse. You could be in jail right now. And me, too. If not for recently, then just, from the very beginning, with what happened with Dad.
[Kevin is not about to completely disagree with John. In fact, his thoughts on the X-Men are probably more aligned with John's than with anyone else's. And so he clarifies with:] Just thinking out loud, now.
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Kevin's last words soften that anger a little, John tears his gaze away.]
It could be worse. [The admission is resigned - it's the truth. And it's a truth he probably wouldn't confess so easily or frankly to anyone but Kevin.] But don't you think for goddamn second these people won't use you, Kevin. Maybe not like that, not like- [John stops himself there. He knows Kevin knows: like the Brotherhood.] Only difference between them and these sapien lovers is they give a shit what happens to you. And not just whether you die or not. [John's voice is strong now; has been throughout his speech. His penetrating gaze finds Kevin's.] It's the only reason it could be worse and the only fucking reason I left that damn place. That's why I got you out of there.
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[Before John can answer, Kevin continues on here, still thinking out loud, knowing John is the one and only person here who wouldn't berate him for these thoughts.] Sometimes I just feel, you know, what if I just give in and follow the track laid out for me here? I'd train, I'd pass all their little tests, and then graduate to X-Man. Because there isn't really any other option here. Life wouldn't be so horrible. But then, doesn't it fucking suck to do something, for the reason of "it's the only option I have"? And then I get all pissed again, and then I'm back to square one. I don't know what to do.
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[The words are spoken bitterly; there's such conviction in them it's hard not to listen to them. Because John's talking about something he cares about, like he cares about it. He feels the purpose rising in his chest, making his knuckles whiten over his lighter. He believes this: and maybe not for myself, not anymore. But he believes this for Kevin. He really fucking does, and the realization staggers him so much he gets up, feeling the sudden urge to leave, to escape this truth, the hopelessness he feels. There are no options for him anymore. He's a wanted terrorist. He's a fucking cold-hearted killer. There's nothing in this goddamn world that's his, and nothing he's believed in for months besides this stupid kid.]
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When I first got here I wanted to be an X-Man, so bad. Now? I think I'd hate it.
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