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Jean Elizabeth Grey-Summers ([info]hues_of_grey) wrote in [info]xinstitute,
@ 2005-08-02 17:24:00
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Coney Island Trip-OPEN TO ALL, PLEASE JOIN IN THE FUN!
Jean parked the van, turned off the engine, unbuckled her seat belt and hopped out. She waited for the kids and the rest of the chaperones to pile out and gather around the van.
"Alright," she said, adjusting her sun glasses. "This is suppose to be a fun day and we do want you all to have to fun. But we do have a few rules. Number One: NO POWERS, try and blend in as much as possible. Number Two: Stay with your group. At least one member should have a cell phone so in case something happens, you can call me." She held up her cell phone. "Number Three: Have fun, just be careful. We'll all meet at the Farris Wheel at 5.00 to head back to the mansion. Be there or...you're in big trouble when we get back." Then dropping her teacher look she gave them all a smile. "Alright, go have fun!"


(Okay, this post is for EVERYONE. BH and X-kis and adults alike, just to get things a bit interesting around here. The BH kids are of course welcome to cause trouble. Maybe hold off a bit until things get rolling, but after that GO FOR IT! We need some action around here, damnit! Even if you're character didn't reply to Jean's post, still post here and join in! The more the merrier!)

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[info]psionic_
2005-08-02 18:09 (link)
An exasperated sigh had Betsy turning to the young Mistah Guthrie with a wrinkled, smooshed face, "So," she looked around the park, "What do you want to go on? Well, what would you be comfortable on?" She made another face, not know how that question would sound. Who goes to an amusement park and doesn't ride anyfing? "Or, or we could play games?" And you cold win me things :D

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[info]remembrancedims
2005-08-02 19:54 (link)
"I like any rides," Jay stuffed his hands in his pockets, shrugging. "And I definitely want to play one of those throwing games. Haven't played one in years." Probably since the last county fair, you hick.

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[info]psionic_
2005-08-02 20:01 (link)
"Oh," a few nods, "good then." Another look around, "What first? I've never been to a place like this," poor deprived child.

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[info]remembrancedims
2005-08-02 20:30 (link)
"You've never been to an amusement park?" Gobsmack shock goes Mr. Guthrie, "Let's start simple. C'mon. Let's go knock some milk bottles over."

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[info]psionic_
2005-08-02 20:37 (link)
"Well," she thought, "no, not really," a shake of her head. Not even DISNEYLAND. Poor kid. Betsy followed, "Knocking milk bottles over is supposed to be fun?" She'd take his word.

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[info]remembrancedims
2005-08-02 21:36 (link)
"Yup!" He led the way over to the games area, and after a bit of roaming, found the booth that had the whole knocking milk bottles over. For teddys! Paying the guy, he explained how to do it. Because Nata = lazy.

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[info]psionic_
2005-08-02 21:45 (link)
"So...you get a prize for knocking the bottles over?" She made a bit of a...wtf, face. "Do they just...like giving prizes away? This hardly seems difficult."

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[info]wolfsbane_rhane
2005-08-02 18:11 (link)
"Can we get somethin' t'eat first?" She asked to her group of unknown people :D "M'soooo hungry, I dinnae eat b'fore we left a'cause people were rushing me!"

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[info]black_shamrock
2005-08-03 16:45 (link)
"Well tha' were right rude of 'em, innit, lass?" Oh look, Rahney and her group (of still unnamed friends) got the 'fun adult'. "Ye've got cash, aye?" he queries after a moment. "Would'nae put it past this lot o' wet blankets to send ye all out with naught in yer pockets.."

Passing a glance about the scattering kids, Black Tom's dark eye lights on Jean briefly, a broad smile curling his lips as the lean villain touches shilleghlah lightly to brow in a little 'how d'ye do' to the resident mother hen.

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[info]wolfsbane_rhane
2005-08-03 19:04 (link)
"It was," she nodded, hands stuffed in her pockets. "Got 'nough. I dinnae get money from th'school like most o'th'kids. Mummy sends an allowance once a month," a nod as she was distracted, "oooo, coney dogs."

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[info]black_shamrock
2005-08-05 09:47 (link)
"Aye," the lean villain replies. "Well if'n ye need a spot extra, lass, jus' ye say th' word, aye?" Because really, what's the point of ill-gotten gains, if no one knows the ill ones have gotten the gains?

Half the point of money is showing it off.
Ooh, indeed. Coney dogs.

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[info]hues_of_grey
2005-08-04 15:59 (link)
Jean caught Tom's smile, and returned it with one of her own. She nodded in response to his unspoken greeting and just hoped that BH wasn't planning on causing trouble because that's the last they needed right.
"Mr. Cassidy," She said. "I'm glad you could come. I certaily hope you enjoy yourself."

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[info]black_shamrock
2005-08-05 09:44 (link)
"Oh, we're sure t' enjoy ourself.. We have this feelin' y'see. Call it a hunch y'could." A wink and deepened grin.

"Where's that lad o' yers, by the by? Jus' would'n be proper for a lass like ye t' wander about by her lonesome." Right.. because Black Tom is such a gentleman.

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[info]red_glasses
2005-08-05 13:00 (link)
"You're absolutely right," Scott said, his tone a bit tight as he slid his fingers through Jean's. "Which is why I'm right here."

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[info]hues_of_grey
2005-08-05 20:36 (link)
Jean smiled. She liked Scott being over protective. Well, okay. Most of the time it drove her nuts. She's a big girl...But at the moment, she's rather enjoying it. "My knight in shinning armor."

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[info]anotherxredhead
2005-08-05 22:19 (link)
"And my fekkin' big problem."

Theresa had been a perpetual stubborn mood since her bud had abandoned her post at the tent fort on the lawn and seeing Tom try and flirt with Dr. Grey (ew! ewewewewewewew!!) was just infuriating enough to cause her to stomp on over and give Tom a kick in the shins. Sure, it was lighter than he deserved, but it was far more familial a gesture than the slug he was no doubtedly asking for by the end of the day.

"Can' leave y'anywheres, can I now?," she told him, then turned her best smile on her two instructors. "Sorry, sir, Doctor-ma'am. Can' keep his fingers out o' anything these days."

She narrowed her eyes back at her uncle. "Yeh. Gonna win me somethin' like y'said y'would or were y'just all talk?"

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[info]cassidy_laird
2005-08-06 09:31 (link)
As a law enforcer for 10 years, a mutant 'superhero' for an indeterminate span of time, and a school instructor, Sean felt it was in his inert responsibility to attend this trip Ms. Grey arranged just to ensure that it will proceed safely for the mansion residents and for other unknowing vacationeers of Coney Island. It was also not wise, to set them loose with a demented ex-convict who so happens to be his cousin and the 'uncle' of his daughter who, Sean will one day ensure, will never ever be singing drinking songs and, in the side, 'improve' her vocabulary of curses anymore than it is. Intervention is, apparently, of essence.

And this was perhaps another reason why, Sean Cassidy realized, his daughter will prefer her villainous shrewd uncle, than her heroic father anyday.

Because as much as Thomas Cassidy is rotten to the core, he is able to find time for her, than the valiant Sean who will always find time for others.

But not today.

"I can win ye somethin'." Sean passed a smile over to Theresa and stepped in between his daughter and his cousin. Very smooth, casual and relaxed. One would not think it may be deliberate, "Wat wil' ye want?"

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[info]black_shamrock
2005-08-06 09:59 (link)
Black Tom had chuckled and winked at Jean as Scott had his little 'my girl' moment.. mostly just to tweak the boy scout a bit.

Then his dear neice kicked him- none too hard, mind, but even so, prompting a quiet curse, and a laughing frown.

Can' leave ye anywheres?
"S'pose nae, lass, what say we-"

Enter Sean. "Oh aye, real subtle there, Sean.. Hows about ye let the lass choose who she wishes to go about with, aye?" he says to his cousin's back, leaning out from behind Sean to wink at Terry and point out a booth wherein a winner may claim a large, stuffed, "Pony, lass."

Silently, he restrains the urge to just thwack his nemesis across the back of the head- Not in front of Terry, though...

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[info]cassidy_laird
2005-08-06 10:20 (link)
Sean kept his hands in his pockets as he faced Tom, standing enough to cover Theresa from Tom's view, but relatively calm at that, "Sure, I'm not forcin' Theresa at al'. I jist 'av al' de time in de world."

He then turned to the direction of the booth Tom was pointing, and back to Theresa while keeping that good natured smile, "Oh...That's sum gran' pony indeed. Why don't we 'av 'er?"

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[info]anotherxredhead
2005-08-06 16:19 (link)
Terry stared at them both like they had just decided to go on tour in a caberet-drag show together. Suddenly, what was supposed to be a dig at her dear uncle's ego to get him distracted enough for Mr. Summers (who had so previously gotten a taste of 'Cassidy hospitality') and Dr. Grey to escape unharmed had just turned into Pony War 2005(tm).

Caught open mouthed, she watched them fight with strainingly polite words over Sean's shoulder and realized that with the wrong word on her part, these two could tear this place to pieces. Growing up, she knew as a rule that Tom always won and from Sean's suddenly triggered gung-ho attitude about spending time with her, this competitive streak might run in the family.

"Ah," she started, eyes trying to catch Rahne's before they found the rather colossal stuffed pony by the game where you knocked down the stacked milk bottles. And... she faltered. Ooh, Tom had chosen well. That pony'd go great next to her bed...

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[info]wolfsbane_rhane
2005-08-06 16:34 (link)
And here comes the wee one, walking back, one dog in each hand as she takes a bite from one. "Ehh, whit're they fightin' about now," Rahne asked through a stuffed motuh, coming along side her friend who she only abandoned because she could have SWORN she was getting fleas. "Or'as tha a stupid question?" Rahne offered the other hot dog.

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[info]cassidy_laird
2005-08-06 23:36 (link)
"W'at are we waitin' for??" Sean took Theresa's hand, "Let's go git 'er!"

Once he stood by the booth, Sean was ready to take out his wallet and pay the booth manager, "One shot fer me, an' dat laddie behind." He gestured to Tom at the back. Sean was feeling very very confident. Having been in Interpol for ten years, he would be a certified sharp shooter. He owns this game. He could already see Theresa's smile on her face. That proud recognition of a daughter to a father...

Sean was given his balls and he began practicing his swing. He was set to throwing all 3 balls and winning the game. But blast him and his motto of equality and justice. Tom's got to have a fair shot. Besides Sean would bet that Theresa would want to see her uncle try too...

"Al'Roi. So," Sean tossed one ball to Tom, "Wan shot after another. Fair eno'f cousin? I go first" Since he did the paying. Now that was fair.

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[info]anotherxredhead
2005-08-06 23:46 (link)
Terry rolled her eyes at the rather loaded question Rahne came up with, any caustic remark bitten back in the face of, "Ooh, hot dog! Yer a blessed saint, righ' I told y'that?" A smile, she had just reached for the offered food when the other direction seems the way to go, thanks to one overeager lost parent. "Ah hey now..."

The targets were in sight and she knew very well that look in the red haired man's eye. She'd had it enough times to know what it meant. The war was about to begin.

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[info]black_shamrock
2005-08-06 23:57 (link)
And that oh-so-telling look is shared. Black Tom smiles without mirth as Sean hauls Terry towards the booth.. The big lout thinks he's gonna show up Tom Cassidy does he?

Stepping in smoothly to hold the hot dog that Terry didnt have time to accept from Rahne before being pulled towards the booth of ill omen.. "We'll hold tha' fer her, Rahney-girl."

"Oh aye," he smirks lazily at Sean, "Quite fair.. Go right ahead then lad, an' take th' first throw.." In his offhanded meandering manner Tom rambles on aloud as Sean winds up. "Jus' whatever ye do, keep yer eye on th' prize, and try nae t' emberass y'self, or yer dear old MOTHER-" All bit shouting the emphasized word as Sean starts his arm forward.

Fair play only runs in one brance of the Cassidy tree, the coney dog proffered to Terry with a sly wink.

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[info]cassidy_laird
2005-08-07 00:13 (link)
The ball struck all bottles except three among the lowest row. "Ohhhh That's a CLOSE one!" The manager started exclaiming around with one crispy snap of a finger, in the hopes to build excitement...and a curious audience.

Sean was not one to hit his fist on the booth, shake it, or yell profanities for missing it. Or having his eyes darted like daggers at the three innocent bottles. He allowed himself to be distracted a wee bit. Sean was a peacemaker...A peacemaker...

So he turned to Tom, with a calm resolute smile, "Yers." He gave a nice friendly pat on the shoulder.

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[info]black_shamrock
2005-08-07 00:27 (link)
A theatrical wince at the near miss.

Tossing the ball up and down in his hand, as the lean villain swaggers up to the booth. "Aye, mine," he notes with a devilish smile. "Tough luck there, lad.. ye nearly had it."

Tilting his head and narrowing one eye, in scrutiny of the bottles, Black Tom just waits for Sean to try something to get him back- But will the Cassidy Clan's good son stoop to such depths?

About to find out, Tom rears back to throw...

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[info]cassidy_laird
2005-08-07 00:56 (link)
While Tom was busy strategizing, Sean took the time to buy cotton candies for Theresa and Rahne and sketch an agenda. If Tom, by sheer wicked luck, does win the pony, Sean has to think of another way of winning.

"Ah I saw another game dare. De wan dat uses shootin' guns? Let's try dat next. Or, maybe we cud check out de rides or their shows? W'at do ye ladies t'ink?"

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[info]wolfsbane_rhane
2005-08-07 05:25 (link)
OH gee! All the food! She took alternating bite between her hot dog and the newly arrived cotten candy, "Disnae matter t'me," she shrugged looking over to Terry, "Hey Terry! Terry," she called, loudly. "Yer da wants t'go shootin' now," the little red head said, making her way over to the booth

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[info]anotherxredhead
2005-08-07 08:32 (link)
Terry gives her uncle a small scowl and snags her hot dog from him as he takes his mark. "Jaysus Christ, like I expected anythin' diff'rent from yeh," she mnuttered in chagrin as Sean seems to have gotten himself off somewhere, leaving her a minute with the dark side. "I musta been silly t'think ye'd take him fair and square," she told him under her breath as she wolfed down the Coney Dog. "If I even *have* a grandmother, ye'd probably do th' same t' her, wouldn't yeh?"

Hearing Rahne's call, she inwardly winces. Knowing the love harbored between these two, oh she's certain Sean wants to go shooting. As Tom took his time with the wind up and the pitch, Terry calls back smiling, "SHOOTING? WHERE?"

Now... Terry's loud as a natural course; part of her genetics that gives her voice a naturally different set of range and pitch. It was certainly not loud enough to be heard on a passing boat or somewhere half way across town, but whether or not that was loud enough to disturb the Master at work on the milk bottles....?

And... was it timed this way?

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[info]wolfsbane_rhane
2005-08-07 09:37 (link)
She pointed over to the booth Sean'd mentioned, "O're there," a squint into the sun. "This lil rivalry 'tween th'cousins makes nice fer entertainment when yae figure t'be bored." Rahne smirked, "An'when yae dinane ha'tae spend anythin' on yerself."

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[info]black_shamrock
2005-08-08 00:39 (link)
Yes, Black Tom (and he earned the name) would cheat his own Mother.. and why? For what possable cause?

Terry had it right in the beginning: because Tom Cassidy has to win.

The clatter of milk bottle falling over draws a broad grin to the lean villain's face. The sound of victory, in however small and silly a form.

"One pony, comin' righ' up-" What's that? they're already moving on to..

Shooting? "Shit," Tom mutters eloquently. Sean is a far better shot than him.

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[info]cassidy_laird
2005-08-08 07:31 (link)
"Gran' job, Thomas!" Sean stretched his neck and called out to Tom in a very well-modulated voice. He's sure his cousin will be enjoying the applause of the kids around the milk bottle booth.

Tom won and not even his daughter's loud pitch distracted him? Must be wicked Irish luck indeed.

Sean was already by the shooting booth though and had already acquired himself a gun. His two remaining milk bottle balls were given to a boy who would be waiting patiently right after Tom (and should be currently badgering Tom with questions like, "Howdidjadoitmister??? Howdidjadoit??")

Sean beckoned the girls to come closer over a loaded gun, "Theresa, why don't ye try dis? Rahne can try after. Let me show ye how dis works..."

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[info]anotherxredhead
2005-08-09 01:05 (link)
Terry laughs with Rahne and gives her a playful slug in the arm, "Ah, y'lil' mooch! Day's out you'll have worked these two inta treatin' y'like a princess, eh?"

Now... Rahne had a point. As much as she really didn't have the heart to see these two at each other's throats, some idle sense of decency and family still stuck in her morale ceter, working the two against each other for a decent benefit might not be that hard. Oooh, she was Tom's girl.

Pony aquired, she gave Tom a smirk. "Beginnner's luck." Then followed with Rahne to the shooting gallery. Should she tell Sean that Tom had taught her how to shoot everything from a simple pistol to a semi-automatic handgun by the time she was 12? Holding her new prize pony, she nudged Rahne out of sight from her long lost father and gave her a quick eye roll. This was going to be rich. "Ooh, do show us wee things how it's done?," she asked, maybe just a little too politely.

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[info]wolfsbane_rhane
2005-08-09 07:39 (link)
"Hmm, mebbe?" A wolfish grin hidden behind her cottoncandy as she followed along.

Now Rahne? Had no experiences with fire arms what so ever, unless you count the times she'd been shot at - she wasn't too fond of shooting. "Ooh, I'unno Mr.Cassidy, we'll let Terry ha'e th'fun, I'm a terrible shot anyhow," a slight nod. "I'll just ehm, I'll stay right here!"

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[info]cassidy_laird
2005-08-09 10:05 (link)
"Sure! I'd be glad ter. 'ere is wha ye load it..." Even if Sean would know that Theresa had lessons, he wouldn't care. He would want to give his own version (or he wanted the experience of teaching something to his daughter, may it fall on deaf ear or not and even if the pleasure may be all his). The one that didn't only include lessons from professional training days past, but also experiences from his eventful youth.

"I wus one av de young lads in de service. So it wus twice 'ard te keep de gun on de target an' from collapsin' at dat," Sean eventually completed the instruction and demo procedure by shooting the gun.

"Bullseye!! Two more to go sir! Then you own the monkey!"

It was...not particularly as pretty as the pony, but possibly cuter. Depending on Theresa's opinion of what cute is anyway.

"Try it." Sean stepped aside, "Rahne 'ill come next. I'll 'old de grub stuff for ye."

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[info]black_shamrock
2005-08-09 17:05 (link)
It takes a few moments for Tom to catch up. "Simple, lad.. Ye make sure no body knocks 'em over first." That for the ankle biter, before- prize pony in tow, he heads over after the trio.

This is gonna reek, no way he can take Sean in a shoot out.. Not with guns anyway.

Oh wait. Heh, Sean's letting the girls shoot. Tom's smile can back full force. Still just out of casual speech range, but jauntily catching up.

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[info]anotherxredhead
2005-08-10 17:52 (link)
to avoid the squishy, please follow here.
sankyuu. =)

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[info]objectinmotion
2005-08-05 22:39 (link)
Pietro had too many stuffed bears. Any carnie racket of skill and chance was thought up a long time ago by people far smarter than these scabby folk and with a mind that races and the reflexes to match, it was easy to making a killing.

It wasn't necessarily cheating, it was just being smarter. Now, the brightly colored basket he'd gotten to hold all these stuffed animals, now that was stealing. Not like they'd ever catch him...

He handed the booty over to his sister, stating with a bored air. "They're sideshow's nothng much."

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[info]hexingwitch
2005-08-06 06:14 (link)
Wanda grinned, hugging the basket to herself for a moment. Didn't she just feel so special?

"Maybe there's something else we can do?" She ventured. Although what that would be, she didn't know. He probably wasn't interested in the rides, he'd played most of the games, and if the sideshow sucked...

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[info]objectinmotion
2005-08-06 22:52 (link)
Pietro shrugged, a loose gesture followed by a short gust of wind as he picked himself up one of the throwing softballs at a nearby booth, returing to his sister's side in an eyeblink to toss the ball around idly. "What do you want to do?," he asked, a rather casual gesture made of behalf of his sister; she understood how boring the world could be for him at times, so he did his best slow down around her. "Just because they aren't any good doesn't mean we can find a way to liven things up, right?"

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[info]hexingwitch
2005-08-10 18:57 (link)
"Liven things up?" She repeated with a smile. She liked where this was going. "Did you have anything particular in mind?"

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