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Post by starrea on Sept 4, 2019 18:09:04 GMT
It had been a rough few days for Lennox. She hadn't seen Stark in what seemed like forever, and without his guidance, she had no idea what to do. That's why she had come to the coastline in the first place - she was hoping for some sort of epiphany, some sort of sign of what to do. But as she stared out at the water, she wasn't getting the answers she sought for.
The waves of energy that she had started to see and feel had been coming and going, and their absence was leaving her physically sick. When they were gone, her body craved for their return, leaving her shaky, dizzy, and nausea. She hadn't seen any energy waves in a couple days now, and she had spent most of the morning throwing up. What if they didn't come back, what would happen to her? What was happening to her? Something that had felt like a divine gift in the beginning now felt like a frustrating burden that she couldn't figure out.
Lennox had always lived in her life in mostly solitary, but with this new development and now her sickness, she was felt incredibly lonely. Stark had always been there for her, but she couldn't seem to track him down when she needed him most. Everything was spinning out of control and she had no idea what to do to stop it.
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Post by Val on Sept 5, 2019 22:41:23 GMT
Xander had experienced a similarly rough couple of days, which was apparent as he stormed down the beach, kicking up sand as he headed straight for the water. He'd recently convinced Brogan, a famous outlaw and former lover of his adopted mother, to recruit him into his entourage of bandits. Eager to prove himself right away, Xander had fallen victim to a brutal beating by some thugs he'd been spying on. The evidence of the assault was still noticeable in the form of a bruised up face and busted lip.
Reaching the edge of the water, Xander suddenly dropped to his knees, flung his head back, and screamed as loud as his lungs would allow. This wasn't a new occurrence for him. But it might've been the first time someone witnessed the outburst, since he was oblivious to Lennox's presence just a little ways down the beach.
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Post by starrea on Sept 9, 2019 22:46:31 GMT
A piercing scream caused Lennox to lift her head from where it rested on her knees, her gaze sluggish as she tried to find the source. She finally found the source - a boy just down the beach who appeared to be in just as bad a mood as she. Her face twisted into a scowl, not the mood to listen to someone scream as she was trying not to throw up, but then she saw the waves of energy explode out of him as he screamed. She tilted her head and quickly glanced around, but the energy was only coming from him. Nowhere else.
Another wave of nausea ripped through her body and spurred her into motion. She needed to touch him, she needed his energy. Lennox stumbled to her feet, the movement making her retch but she kept going. She staggered towards him and as she got closer, she realized that he looked just as rough as she did. She didn't wonder why. The only thing she cared about right now was touching his energy, anything to stop herself from feeling like this.
She probably should have said something, anything to warn him that she wasn't going to hurt him or why a stranger was touching him, but her brain could only focus on her mission to alleviate her withdrawal. Lennox basically stumbled into Xander, her body clumsily colliding with his. The relief was instant - his explosion of anger washed through her body, quieting her withdrawal symptoms in a matter of seconds. His energy was angry and wild but she also felt pain in there, and it reminded him of herself.
Lennox pulled back hard enough to cause her to fall back on her butt, cutting the bond between them. The energy washed out of her, but it left her feeling relaxed and high. She closed her eyes and raked her hand through her hair, just enjoying the high and momentarily forgetting the boy she just used was still there.
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Post by Val on Dec 30, 2019 3:25:04 GMT
So preoccupied with his own turmoil and angst, Xander was oblivious to the girl until she collided with him. He impulsively caught her in his arms and then jumped backwards in bewilderment, landing on his butt at the same time she did. He scrambled backwards a few feet, kicking up sand as he stared wide eyed at Lennox. The anger spewing from him quickly turned to confusion and embarrassment. He wasn't used to attention from girls, let alone being grabbed by them out of the blue.
"What the hell?" he questioned, taking in the intoxicated look upon her face, "W-what is wrong with you?" He pushed himself to his feet and glared at her through swollen eyes, "What are you, some kind of drug addict?" he spat rather hypocritically, considering his own struggles with drug abuse.
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Post by starrea on Dec 30, 2019 18:28:00 GMT
Lennox’s brief trip of bliss was rudely interrupted when the boy opened his damn mouth. Her eyes snapped open, new life in them, and she glared at him. Her eyes raked over him, finally actually looking at him for the first time now that her head was clear. He looked just as wild and angry as his energy was. She pushed herself up off of the ground, brushing the sand off of her.
His words sparked her anger, and took a step forward - as if she were a force to be reckoned with.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” She shot back, the ocean breeze whipping her hair around, “What are you, a lunatic? Screaming at no one?”
His words struck a chord in her, though. Was she a drug addict? It seemed that now, she was a slave to the energy, or whatever was happening to her. But she could tell that this boy was troubled too. His energy had shown her the cracks in him. As the two faced off, she was sure he wouldn’t admit he was cracked, just as she wouldn’t admit she was broken.
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Post by Val on Dec 31, 2019 2:38:35 GMT
Xander mimicked her step forward so that they were standing nose to nose, the anger brewing between them dangerously explosive. From what he could tell, she seemed to be about his age, though she clearly didn't run among his crowd. Whoever she was, he felt like he was staring into a mirror of a female version of himself, and he did not like that, "Stay away from me, bitch," he warned. He lifted a finger and pointed it down at her, "And never touch me again,"
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Post by starrea on Dec 31, 2019 3:54:42 GMT
Lennox was dynamite, and Xander had just lit a match when he had called her a bitch. Enraged, Lennox launched forward and collided with the boy once more. As soon as they touched, Lennox felt an explosion of energy. Unlike the previous time, this time the energy was not soothing - it was angry. It crashed through her, shaking her to the core, until she felt it collide with her own energy. The shockwave literally sent her careening backwards, ending the contact between them. Despite the bad trip, Lennox could feel her body tingling. Her body needed it, even if it destroyed her.
“Don’t tell me what to do, and if you call me a bitch again, you’ll regret it,” She warned. She never consciously decided that she didn’t want to stay away from him, but an addict never strays too far from a fix.
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Post by Val on Jan 1, 2020 22:58:33 GMT
Xander stumbled backwards, cursing as she deliberately antagonized him. He couldn't feel the energy quite the way she did, but he was subconsciously enjoying the attention nonetheless. He had always been a social outcast, so interacting with people his own age was a treat- no matter how aggravating. He straightened up and crossed his lanky arms over his chest, looking her up and down with a newfound smugness in his dark eyes, "Bitch," he repeated slowly, this time smirking.
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Post by starrea on Jan 1, 2020 23:33:42 GMT
Lennox’s head was still reeling when his smug voice cut through the fog in her head. Anger burned through her veins as she charged forward again, her fists balling up. She didn’t quite know how she was going to make him regret it, but she was hell bent on making it happen. She was an explosion waiting to happen, and he was a match.
It would have been nice her... abilities, whatever they were, did anything. But as usual, nothing in her life ever seemed to the way it was meant to, and she would have to rely on herself to fight her way through. So without a second thought, she pulled her fist back and sent it flying into his face.
Before her fist hit his face, a blur behind him caught her attention. Her punch still landed, but only because momentum carried it the rest of the way to its target. Her attention was entirely focused on the bird resting on a nearby tree behind Xander; it was a magpie. Her entire body stiffened, the inherent implication of seeing a lone magpie washing over her. She stumbled back, looking between the bird and Xander, her mind reeling. Was the bad omen for him, or her?
A second later, though, a second magpie perched itself next to the first and she cocked her a head a little as she watched them. Two magpies were an extremely good omen, and she looked back at Xander curiously. Could the omen be about him, could the universe be giving her a sign?
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Post by Val on Jan 2, 2020 2:48:13 GMT
"What the hell!" Xander cursed, the exclamation muffled as he brought his hands to his face. He was already bruised up and recovering from his recent assault, and now the burst of pain returned to his nose with a vengeance. Blood started to trickle through his fingers as he turned to glare at her, "You psycho bitch!"
He plopped himself down in the sand and used his sleeve to stop the bleeding from his nose. Fortunately for her, even Xander had been taught by his mother to never hit girls. As tempting at it was...He watched her from the ground, noting the strange way she was eyeing the birds. Again, he was convinced she was some sort of addict, or at least a mental case- he'd been around the type all his life, "You know...I could get you your next fix. What are you into? Name it, I got it," he told her, deciding he liked the attention, even if it meant getting socked in the face every once in a while.
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Post by starrea on Jan 2, 2020 3:00:33 GMT
Lennox scowled as he called her a bitch again. She glanced between the magpies and Xander - how the hell could someone who called her a bitch so many times be a good omen?
“Wimp,” She sneered, watching the blood drip out of his nose. Her punch wasn’t even that hard. “I told you not to call me a bitch!” She snapped, but some of her fire had been out by the appearance of the good omen.
It took Lennox half a minute or so after he had finished offering her drugs to figure out what he was talking about and she scowled in disgust, “What do you think I am, some crack head? I don’t poison my body with drugs,” She said hotly, conveniently leaving out the part about how she was quickly becoming addicted to energy.
“The omen can’t be about you. You can’t be good.” She decided out loud, putting her hands on her hips as she stared at him.
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Post by Val on Jan 2, 2020 21:08:22 GMT
Omen, huh? Xander stared back at her steadily, his brow arched the slightest bit. Wiping the last bit of blood from his nose, he stood up, "Fine, no drugs then," he relented, crossing his arms, "But don't be so quick to judge me, girl. If you believe in omens...I was presented with one on my way to this beach. A snake in my path. My mother has told me that it means something important is coming into your life," he told her, testing the waters, "I don't really believe in all that stuff though," he shrugged his shoulders dismissively, "Do you?"
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Post by starrea on Jan 2, 2020 23:17:47 GMT
“What do you mean you don’t believe in that stuff?” Lennox all but hollered. And the worst part was that she couldn’t even see how he manipulated the reaction out of her.
She took a step back from him, as if she was scared that his lack of belief would rub off on her.
“You have to listen to what the universe is saying, otherwise bad things will happen,” Lennox chanted, the words ingrained into her head. She had spent most of her childhood being forced to repeat them.
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Post by Val on Jan 3, 2020 2:10:47 GMT
Xander all but rolled his eyes, "Bad things will happen either way, sweetheart," he replied matter of factly, taking a step toward her as she stepped back, "Besides...maybe I am listening to the universe. Subconsciously, at least. I'm still here, talking to you, right? Maybe you're my snake," he told her, suddenly feeling confident in his ability to manipulate the girl. He liked the idea of having friends that wouldn't judge him or abandon him- perhaps it wasn't friends he needed, but followers.
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Post by starrea on Jan 3, 2020 2:24:53 GMT
It was always difficult to explain faith to those who didn’t believe. They always wanted evidence and the thing with faith was that the evidence wasn’t always something you could see. It was something you felt, a feeling the guided you and supported you. And omens and signs were only the universe’s way of communicating what was to come.
She ran a hand through her thick, tangled hair and let a frustrated sigh. “I know bad things happen anyways, but what you do can make more or less bad things happen. You have control over your energy and your actions, and that influences the energy of the universe. What energy you in is similar to the energy the universe puts back out on you.”
The boy didn’t seem to care. She didn’t want to listen to him because he was a boy and he had called her a bitch, but he had seen a good omen.
“Doesn’t mean it’s me. Maybe you got some new drugs today or something,” Lennox snapped hotly, but she was beginning to wonder. She had seen a good omen behind him, and he saw one right before they bumped into each other. It sounded like fate.
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