xmutanthigh | [OPEN POST] vivaaaaa las vegas

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[OPEN POST] vivaaaaa las vegas

Characters: Julian Keller, you!
Setting: Your dorm room door.
Content: Look this is the start of an epic vacation. Get in line.
Status: Open and incomplete.
Thread-jacking: JACK AWAY.
NOTE: Those tagged are the doors he's knocking on. If your character is not tagged, you're free to throw them in the mix another way.

[Sometimes... Julian is impulsive, rash, and just plain extravagant for the sake of being extravagant. This doesn't necessarily explain why he's knocking on your door, but it's about to.]

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[Bobby's in his room with Laura. She is sitting cross-legged on his bed, reading a book; he's at his desk with his accounting textbooks. They have been spending most of their spare time in each other's company lately, not necessarily talking or kissing or doing things together, but enjoying the ease and comfort of being close.

Bobby's absorbed in his study and doesn't notice the footsteps approaching his room. Laura does, of course, and it's she who opens the door, just barely after Julian's rapped his knuckles on it once, with a flat and quiet Hello.

Bobby looks up and his eyebrows shoot up at the sight of the other boy. He comes over to stand behind Laura, one hand casually resting on her hip.] Hey, Julian. What's going on?

[Rogue's not really surprised that it's Julian knocking and she greets him with a smile as she opens her door.] Hey sugah, what's up?

[Julian replies with a smile of his own - the kind that's more of a warm smirk. He leans forward a bit, his shoulder resting against the door jam.] Just have a question for you, beautiful.

Oh? [She raises an eyebrow as she folds her arms across her chest; she knows that smirk.] I just might have an answer.

[Has it been mentioned Laura freaks Julian out? Because she continues to freak him out. He wasn't expecting Laura to answer Bobby's door obviously, so he shakes the surprise and the creeps he's experiencing, pulling his eyes from the way too hot and way too scary girl in front of him, his attention resting on Bobby. There, now he can concentrate. And not on the freaky hot clone's stare. Which she is still pining him with.

His expression slides into something more comfortable, one side of his lips turning up into a smile - the kind of smile people should probably look out for.]

How'd you two feel about a vacation to Vegas?

[Laura blinks calmly, her eyebrows raising only slightly at the question. She replies, "Why?"]

Do you now? [Julian tilts his head against the door jam too, crossing his arms over his chest. He's teasing just for show here. Because he's pretty sure Rogue might be the toughest sell on this. Which is just ironic considering this trip is for her. For them. Not that he's going to admit that in so many words.] How do you feel about getting away for a weekend? All of us?

[The other eyebrow shoots up in surprise. She's not quite sure what she'd expected but this certainly wasn't it. There was a beat before she took a step or two backwards, an unspoken invitation for him to come in.] All of us? [There's an obvious question in her voice and it's not just for the one question she asked. Rogue's a girl who likes her questions and who really likes getting her answers. Don't judge.]

[His brow shoots up too - and his face is just a tad too casual and innocent. He accepts the invitation, walking inside just enough to close the door behind him. He's not quite sure how to explain. But starting with the truth - even if it's not the reason that motivated him to take this idea this seriously - is always a good place to start scapegoating.] You, me, everyone, sweetheart. Jon's all wound up. Kevin's worse. We all are. Wouldn't hurt taking a break with the team. [There is truth in his words. Julian's voice even lowers a tad speaking about Kevin. All his flirtatious smiles are gone. He might not be on the best terms with the kid, but he's part of the team. And the team failed him.]

Edited 2011-04-29 07:35 (UTC)

[Rogue nods, fairly sure that there's more to it but deciding to leave it be for the time being in favour an amused smile and light tone.] Ain't it a rule that the team's not allowed to take a break without trouble following? Actually, speakin' of which, where were you thinkin' of going?

[Bobby is mildly amused by Julian's discomfort with Laura. It's not uncommon for other students to be unnerved by her blank stares and blunt responses, but because it's Julian - arguably the mansion's biggest ego - it's extra funny.

But he kind of gets it, too, because it's not like Bobby's immune from thinking Laura's a little strange. So he forces down his smirk.

He raises an eyebrow at Julian's suggestion. Vegas? Really? Laura's already asked the burning question.]

Yeah, what brought this on?

[Julian settles a little at how she backs off, doesn't push - doesn't even push the explanation he gives her. Of course he feels a little personally responsible, as something of a leader around here. As one of Ali and Jono's best friends. His brow quirks up; he smirks and focuses his gaze on hers, eating up some of the space between them.]

Vegas.

[Oh hey. The raised eyebrow is back and her expression is torn between surprised and amused.]

Now I know you've definitely gone crazy, sugah.

[Julian doesn't find it that amusing. Probably because he gets girls. All girls. In all the ways that can imply. And Laura? Laura's not a regular girl. She throws him off his game. He's not sure he wants to have game with her. She could chop off vital bits before he could even take a breath.

He smiles though, flashing his usual devil-may-care smile. Look, his plan is solid.]

We're all tense. Could use a break over a long weekend. What do you say, Iceman? Take one for the team?

[This is Julian's way of saying: This last mission was hard and life-changing and all the sad bullshit. Let's have some fun and bond and crap.]

[Bobby gets it. And he thinks it's a good idea, actually, but he's Mr Responsible so he needs details first.] I'm guessing the whole team's invited... and that it hasn't been run by the staff yet. [The corner of his mouth quirks in a not-unfriendly smirk.]

There a better place to loosen up? [That smirk definitely has a mischievous edge to it. Maybe his voice is a little low and promising as he reaches for her hips too. His fingers slide over rough fabric of her jeans, slip into her back pockets. Gently, he pulls her hips in closer towards his.] Whatever you wanna do, sweetheart. There's more than gambling in Vegas.

Doesn't need to be. [Yeah, that's a smug smirk pointed right back in Bobby's direction.] I got the money to cover it, so long as people chip in what they can. We're all eighteen.

[Bobby lets out a low whistle.] Flying us all out to Vegas? Generous, man.

[Gently, he squeezes Laura's hip. She's spent this entire exchange fixing her unwavering gaze on Julian. At this gesture, she turns her head and looks up at Bobby.]

How about it, Laura? Holiday in Vegas? [The smile he gives her is charming, bright and unassuming.]

I got it, Iceman. [Julian says this like only he would say this - as if it's just the reassuring truth and yet he's still a little smug about it. He crosses his arms and leans against the door jam, waiting for Laura's answer - he's a bit more at ease without that stare on him.]

What do you say?

[Laura, however, does not look at Julian at his question; instead she quietly studies Bobby's expression. She cannot think of a reason they should not. The truth is, Laura never minded breaking a few rules for her own reasons.

"Okay. I can pay my share, Julian."

It's only then she looks back to the telekinetic. Julian raises a brow.]

You got a few thousand dollars?

["Yes. I have one-hundred forty-six thousand two-hundred and fifty three dollars." Blink. Julian's expression is a bit shell-shocked.]

[Yeah. Bobby's kind of taken aback by this as well. That explains why he's staring wide-eyed at Laura right now.] You have - [He breaks off, shaking his head, refraining from asking how on earth she got that much money. He can just add this to the list of things he doesn't understand about his mysterious girlfriend.

Turning his attention back to Julian, he smooths over the moment with a smile.] Okay. We're in. I'll, uh, chip in what I can.

[Laura barely reacts to the boys' surprise. Her expression, as always, is merely guarded and blank. She stares up at Bobby through her lashes. She hopes he does not ask. If he does, she will say it was her mother's, the Facility's. That is not a lie. Some of it, though. Some of it is hers and hers alone.

Julian's back to smiling too however, brushing off Laura's big bank account. "Awesome. See you around." And then he's off down the hall.

Silently, Laura turns back into the room and sits on Bobby's bed to continue her book.]

Edited 2011-04-30 04:29 (UTC)

Yeah, I know. [Her hands find his chest automatically as he pulls her towards him. Green eyes look off to the side, avoiding his as her teeth begin to tug at her bottom lip.] You sure there ain't more to this than just taking a break as a team?

[So that's out there. He's almost relieved she's avoiding his eyes; the way his predatory smirk softens and his face falls just a bit is all the confirmation she's looking for. He's quiet a moment - just a few suspended seconds of feeling her palms against his chest, her downcast eyes and bitten lip. There's an ache in his chest thinking about her question, looking at her.

He leans down, nudges his head gently against hers. His lips hover over the shell of her ear.]

I just want us to have some fun.

[She doesn't say anything, her gaze shifting up to his for a brief moment before dropping again. The lip biting stops as she tries to simultaneously consider question at hand and also try to push away the rising tension within her. It's not exactly a successful effort on either front.]

[There's something in her eyes - something that twists the ache inside of him painfully. He catches a glimpse of that look, and he knows: She knows. She's looking right through him.

He looks down between them, just as uncertain and lost as she is. He doesn't know what to say to make her feel better, doesn't know if he should say anything. If he were a bit more self-aware, maybe he'd know he was afraid to bring it up. He just knows he has to be careful. Has to... he doesn't know. He has no idea.]

[She moves back a minuscule distance, not even realising that she is. They've been avoiding the issue for at least a month now if not two and she's still no more eager to go into it now than she was before. It's a moment before she finally manages to flick her gaze up again, keeping it there this time.] So Vegas. Did you talk to anyone else yet? [It's an attempt to change the conversation and a really poor one at that. Nothing in her demeanor's changed and her tone is strained.]

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[OPEN POST] vivaaaaa las vegas

I figured I'd save you from split-personality disorder. XD

IDK why I'm tagging during finals. Clearly I've gone bonkers. Again.

whenever I tag when I know I shouldn't, I call it "stress management" ;)

Damn you for telling me about this post. :(

hahaha thanks mindy <3 this is helpful

oops :( i'm... sorry?

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