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xp_logsI think Shiro is having some sort of effect on his roomates because no angsty!Alex either...
Alex walked in to the kitchen and set his skate board down on one of the kitchen chairs. He shivered slightly from being outside so long, he hadn't even realized how late it was. His stomach grumbled as he opened the fridge to see what he could warm up to eat, wondering if any of the salmon Lorna had made for him yesterday was still in there.
A day on an airplane and moving to a new country for God only knows how long makes one hungry. So after meeting Angelo, Shiro leaves his room and walks downstairs, wandering around to try and find the kitchen. "_Urusai_," he commands his stomach as it grumbles loudly. Once he finds his destination and enters, he sees the blond boy. "Anoo, hello."
[FYI, urusai means shut up, and anoo is the equivalent to um]
Hearing someone behind him, Alex quickly brought his head up, including the celery stick he just stuck in his mouth. He saw Shiro and it took him a moment to connect the boy to something Angelo had said about a new student. Taking the celery stick out of his mouth with one hand, he held the fridge open with the other. "Hey, you must be the kid they picked up from the airport. Hungry?" He nodded to the open fridge and opened it a bit wider in offering.
"Ee, thank you," Shiro responds with the slightest of bows before walking over to the fridge. "That would be me. Anoo, or should that be 'that would be I'? 'I would be that . . .'" He stops, trying to construct a grammatically sound sentence in his head. And people think Japanese is a difficult language.
Alex laughed softly. "It's 'That would be me' but either works. American's aren't big on talking grammatically correct, sometimes we can't even understand each other. Don't worry you'll get the hang of it." Finally finding the food he wanted, he pulled the fish out and popped it in the microwave. "So, where ya rooming?"
"Excuse me," he apologizes with a small smile. "My father was a diplomat, but I've never traveled here before, so I have yet to pick up on the subtleties of the language." He returns to the fridge, hoping to find something remotely edible. "I'm living with Angelo and somebody named Alex. I'm afraid I haven't met him yet."
"Well you have now because that would be me. I'm Alex Summers and I'm guessing you already met Angelo." He put out his hand just as the mircowave went off, so instead he had to turn to take out his dinner. Once it was safetly on the counter, he put out his hand again.
"Nice to meet you," Shiro responds (veiling his sarcasm), shaking Alex's hand tightly in an obvious power gesture. "And yes I have, just now. His English isn't much better than yours," he says with a wry grin.
Alex winced slightly at the powerful grip on his hand, since they were still quite painful lately. "I'd imagine. I'm afraid if you’re looking for perfect English, you came to the wrong place." He gave Shrio and playful smile has he uncovered the fish and went looking for a fork. "Your Japanese right?"
Turning back to the fridge, Shiro can't help but smile just a bit at Alex's expression. "Yes, 'born and raised,' as the expression goes. Where in America are you from?" he asks for the sake of politeness (hell if he knows the last bit about American geography save that the country is huge).
"Heh that's an interesting question. I've lived alot of places in this grand country, but most recently was Hawaii. Pretty close to you." Finally finding the fork he had been looking for he begins eating his dinner. "So, what brings you to Xavier's?"
"Hawaii? Kiree . . . If there's one place in this country I would not be adverse to traveling to, that would be it." Spotting some leftover spaghetti, Shiro reaches in and pulls it out. "I suppose I am here for the same reason everybody else is. I was forced into it because my powers are a menace to society."
"Hawaii is a beautiful place. I miss it quite a bit. Plus it's just too damn cold here," he shivers just mentioning the word. Then he gave a sad smile to Shiro's last remark and a sigh. "Yeah, tell me about it. I accidentally blew up a beach, what did you do to warrant that title?" He said it with as little emotion as possible, as if it were nothing.
"Killed my uncle and reduced my home to dust," Shiro explains with a shrug, refusing to show the least bit of emotion. "He angered me. A lot. Excuse me," he says, approaching Alex and the microwave to warm up his snack.
Alex stepped to one side to allow Shiro access to the microwave. "Hmm.. sounds like when I blew up half the living room in my foster parent house in Nevada. Though, I was just looking for the remote..." He hoped to at least get a smile. "So what do you 'do' exactly if ya don't mind me asking?"
And Alex does get a smile. Or at least a quick upturn of the lips and a soft chuckle. "I generate heat and use it as either a weapon or to make me fly. And I can shield myself from heat and radiation." He says that last word slowly, having just learned it from Angelo minutes earlier.
"huh...sounds interesting. How well can you control it?" People's control of their powers fascinated Alex, probably because he couldn't.
"Well enough." Shiro shrugs as the microwave beeps to alert him his food is ready. "I know I'm stronger than I appear to be right now, though. The problem at hand is maximizing my potenial."
Alex chuckles sarcastically between bites of fish. "I'm exactly the opposite. I've seen my potential and damn it scares me. I just can't control it." He shook his head. "New subject. What else do ya like to do?"
A mutant scared of his own powers? Never in his few years of living with his cousin Keniuchio had he heard of such a thing. But Shiro just shrugs, not wanting to intrude. "I fight. Karate and kendo mostly, although I was studying judo up until I came here."
"heh, Pete and Logan, if he ever comes back, will love ya. I try to avoid their combat classes, I get enough bruises from skateboarding." He shrugged his shoulders as he finished his dinner. "Of course if my brother finds out I've been missing those classes, he'd come after me."
"Ee, Angelo told me that they teach how to fight here." He takes a mouthful of his spaghetti, wrinkling his nose a bit. It has obviously been in there just a bit too long. "Do they have any real classes, too, or just 'How to survive as a mutant'?"
"Oh yeah, everything you'd find in an American high school, English, history, sciences, math, ya know the normal stuff along with special stuff taught by the grad students." He turned and began washing the stuff he'd been eating out of in the sink. "Good well rounded education, or something like that."
"Art?" Shiro asks hopefully before chastising himself mentally for appearing so childish. "Pardon me. I just enjoy art, almost as much as fighting."
"I think Piotr teaches an art class. I take Philosophy which is taught at the same time so I'm not exactly sure, but you can always go ask him. He's the really big guy who becomes metal who lives down the hall from us with Mr. Worthington. Nice guy as are most of the people here." Alex sighed softly as he finished washing the stuff and put it away. Then he turned and leaned against the counter. "Anything I can do for ya before I head up to bed? I'm beat."
"I'll do that then, thank you." He inclines his head again. "And no thank you, I'm sure I can fend for myself before I decide to join you upstairs."
Alex nodded. "Right then. See ya in a bit. Or if not, see ya in the morning." With that he picked up his board and with a wave over his shoulder, headed upstairs to bed.
"_Oyasumi_," Shiro calls as Alex leaves, and continues with his snack.
[which means "good night," btw]
Out of curiousity, I can' help but wonder what happened to the NPCs that Alex was rooming with before they were evicted to make room for Angelo and Shiro? *smirks
Alex walked in to the kitchen and set his skate board down on one of the kitchen chairs. He shivered slightly from being outside so long, he hadn't even realized how late it was. His stomach grumbled as he opened the fridge to see what he could warm up to eat, wondering if any of the salmon Lorna had made for him yesterday was still in there.
A day on an airplane and moving to a new country for God only knows how long makes one hungry. So after meeting Angelo, Shiro leaves his room and walks downstairs, wandering around to try and find the kitchen. "_Urusai_," he commands his stomach as it grumbles loudly. Once he finds his destination and enters, he sees the blond boy. "Anoo, hello."
[FYI, urusai means shut up, and anoo is the equivalent to um]
Hearing someone behind him, Alex quickly brought his head up, including the celery stick he just stuck in his mouth. He saw Shiro and it took him a moment to connect the boy to something Angelo had said about a new student. Taking the celery stick out of his mouth with one hand, he held the fridge open with the other. "Hey, you must be the kid they picked up from the airport. Hungry?" He nodded to the open fridge and opened it a bit wider in offering.
"Ee, thank you," Shiro responds with the slightest of bows before walking over to the fridge. "That would be me. Anoo, or should that be 'that would be I'? 'I would be that . . .'" He stops, trying to construct a grammatically sound sentence in his head. And people think Japanese is a difficult language.
Alex laughed softly. "It's 'That would be me' but either works. American's aren't big on talking grammatically correct, sometimes we can't even understand each other. Don't worry you'll get the hang of it." Finally finding the food he wanted, he pulled the fish out and popped it in the microwave. "So, where ya rooming?"
"Excuse me," he apologizes with a small smile. "My father was a diplomat, but I've never traveled here before, so I have yet to pick up on the subtleties of the language." He returns to the fridge, hoping to find something remotely edible. "I'm living with Angelo and somebody named Alex. I'm afraid I haven't met him yet."
"Well you have now because that would be me. I'm Alex Summers and I'm guessing you already met Angelo." He put out his hand just as the mircowave went off, so instead he had to turn to take out his dinner. Once it was safetly on the counter, he put out his hand again.
"Nice to meet you," Shiro responds (veiling his sarcasm), shaking Alex's hand tightly in an obvious power gesture. "And yes I have, just now. His English isn't much better than yours," he says with a wry grin.
Alex winced slightly at the powerful grip on his hand, since they were still quite painful lately. "I'd imagine. I'm afraid if you’re looking for perfect English, you came to the wrong place." He gave Shrio and playful smile has he uncovered the fish and went looking for a fork. "Your Japanese right?"
Turning back to the fridge, Shiro can't help but smile just a bit at Alex's expression. "Yes, 'born and raised,' as the expression goes. Where in America are you from?" he asks for the sake of politeness (hell if he knows the last bit about American geography save that the country is huge).
"Heh that's an interesting question. I've lived alot of places in this grand country, but most recently was Hawaii. Pretty close to you." Finally finding the fork he had been looking for he begins eating his dinner. "So, what brings you to Xavier's?"
"Hawaii? Kiree . . . If there's one place in this country I would not be adverse to traveling to, that would be it." Spotting some leftover spaghetti, Shiro reaches in and pulls it out. "I suppose I am here for the same reason everybody else is. I was forced into it because my powers are a menace to society."
"Hawaii is a beautiful place. I miss it quite a bit. Plus it's just too damn cold here," he shivers just mentioning the word. Then he gave a sad smile to Shiro's last remark and a sigh. "Yeah, tell me about it. I accidentally blew up a beach, what did you do to warrant that title?" He said it with as little emotion as possible, as if it were nothing.
"Killed my uncle and reduced my home to dust," Shiro explains with a shrug, refusing to show the least bit of emotion. "He angered me. A lot. Excuse me," he says, approaching Alex and the microwave to warm up his snack.
Alex stepped to one side to allow Shiro access to the microwave. "Hmm.. sounds like when I blew up half the living room in my foster parent house in Nevada. Though, I was just looking for the remote..." He hoped to at least get a smile. "So what do you 'do' exactly if ya don't mind me asking?"
And Alex does get a smile. Or at least a quick upturn of the lips and a soft chuckle. "I generate heat and use it as either a weapon or to make me fly. And I can shield myself from heat and radiation." He says that last word slowly, having just learned it from Angelo minutes earlier.
"huh...sounds interesting. How well can you control it?" People's control of their powers fascinated Alex, probably because he couldn't.
"Well enough." Shiro shrugs as the microwave beeps to alert him his food is ready. "I know I'm stronger than I appear to be right now, though. The problem at hand is maximizing my potenial."
Alex chuckles sarcastically between bites of fish. "I'm exactly the opposite. I've seen my potential and damn it scares me. I just can't control it." He shook his head. "New subject. What else do ya like to do?"
A mutant scared of his own powers? Never in his few years of living with his cousin Keniuchio had he heard of such a thing. But Shiro just shrugs, not wanting to intrude. "I fight. Karate and kendo mostly, although I was studying judo up until I came here."
"heh, Pete and Logan, if he ever comes back, will love ya. I try to avoid their combat classes, I get enough bruises from skateboarding." He shrugged his shoulders as he finished his dinner. "Of course if my brother finds out I've been missing those classes, he'd come after me."
"Ee, Angelo told me that they teach how to fight here." He takes a mouthful of his spaghetti, wrinkling his nose a bit. It has obviously been in there just a bit too long. "Do they have any real classes, too, or just 'How to survive as a mutant'?"
"Oh yeah, everything you'd find in an American high school, English, history, sciences, math, ya know the normal stuff along with special stuff taught by the grad students." He turned and began washing the stuff he'd been eating out of in the sink. "Good well rounded education, or something like that."
"Art?" Shiro asks hopefully before chastising himself mentally for appearing so childish. "Pardon me. I just enjoy art, almost as much as fighting."
"I think Piotr teaches an art class. I take Philosophy which is taught at the same time so I'm not exactly sure, but you can always go ask him. He's the really big guy who becomes metal who lives down the hall from us with Mr. Worthington. Nice guy as are most of the people here." Alex sighed softly as he finished washing the stuff and put it away. Then he turned and leaned against the counter. "Anything I can do for ya before I head up to bed? I'm beat."
"I'll do that then, thank you." He inclines his head again. "And no thank you, I'm sure I can fend for myself before I decide to join you upstairs."
Alex nodded. "Right then. See ya in a bit. Or if not, see ya in the morning." With that he picked up his board and with a wave over his shoulder, headed upstairs to bed.
"_Oyasumi_," Shiro calls as Alex leaves, and continues with his snack.
[which means "good night," btw]
Out of curiousity, I can' help but wonder what happened to the NPCs that Alex was rooming with before they were evicted to make room for Angelo and Shiro? *smirks
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the NPC's?
Date: 2003-11-11 04:37 am (UTC)He does that, we just get new ones. Essex left the NPC-clone generator in the basement.
Re: the NPC's?
Date: 2003-11-11 05:29 am (UTC)Re: the NPC's?
Date: 2003-11-11 07:02 am (UTC)I mean.. uh..
.. no crush on the bad boys here. No sir.
Re: the NPC's?
Date: 2003-11-11 04:30 pm (UTC)Although... I wonder if I can age him down with the clone machine...
Re: the NPC's?
Date: 2003-11-11 04:51 pm (UTC)*pout*
Ah well, back to mooning over the one teaching Self-Defense so I can fall on my ass a few more times.
Re: the NPC's?
Date: 2003-11-11 08:42 pm (UTC)Re: the NPC's?
Date: 2003-11-11 08:44 pm (UTC)I mean, one of the kind of innocent but not really teenaged girls here has to moon over Pete, and you're busy with cloneboy over there.
Re: the NPC's?
Date: 2003-11-11 08:50 pm (UTC)*snugs* her cloneboy.
Re: the NPC's?
Date: 2003-11-11 08:51 pm (UTC)Rule 213.43a. When in the presence of teenage girls, a scruffy Englishman with a bad reputation will find at least one of them has a inappropiate crush on him.
Re: the NPC's?
Date: 2003-11-11 06:27 pm (UTC)Re: the NPC's?
Date: 2003-11-11 07:11 pm (UTC)Re: the NPC's?
Date: 2003-11-11 08:41 pm (UTC)Re: the NPC's?
Date: 2003-11-11 09:41 pm (UTC)Re: the NPC's?
Date: 2003-11-11 10:15 pm (UTC)Re: the NPC's?
Date: 2003-11-11 10:54 pm (UTC)You!
Date: 2003-11-12 12:33 am (UTC)Re: the NPC's?
Date: 2003-11-12 05:58 am (UTC)Re: the NPC's?
Date: 2003-11-12 12:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-11 04:42 am (UTC)You say it like it's a bad thing. Well, if you want, I can make Shiro an asshole and piss off Alex and Angelo.
no subject
Date: 2003-11-11 05:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-11 05:19 am (UTC)NO!
Date: 2003-11-11 07:00 am (UTC)...
...
wait, will he be all dark and bad-boy like if he's corrupted? Cause, then, go for it.
Re: NO!
Date: 2003-11-11 10:18 am (UTC)Re: NO!
Date: 2003-11-11 11:00 am (UTC)Re: NO!
Date: 2003-11-11 11:02 am (UTC)Now you've got me thinking about Johnny Depp...
Re: NO!
Date: 2003-11-11 11:19 am (UTC)*teasing*
Re: NO!
Date: 2003-11-11 11:22 am (UTC)(Plus IMDB says he's 5"10 which is taller than I am.)