Post by Kimura on Feb 28, 2008 21:49:24 GMT -5
Kimura always hated the mall. The way it smelled, the way people laughed, how they enjoyed themselves. Most of all, she hated the smiling gaggle of giggling girls. Blond and beautiful seemed to be the criteria for everything popular nowadays. She despised them and wanted to make them feel the pain she had suffered in school, the pain she inflicted on X-23 whenever she could.
Now out of the Facility and under Mystique's ever growing wing of students, Kimura was able to experience what being a powered person was like. She sat near the food court with a somewhat melting slushie on the table in front of her. Her hazel eyes scanned the area where a gaggle of cheerleaders passed.
She growled under her breath as they seemed to gravitate toward her and took a seat at the table next to her. Kimura tried her best to ignore them and continue staring at the world in front of her. Why she was told to integrate herself into the community was beyond her. She wouldn't have minded training and fighting from this day forth, but no.
She heard one girl whisper something about her into another girl's ear. Their snickering caused something to snap in Kimura's brain. She stood and looked toward them as they sneered, Nice outfit.
Kimura looked down at her battered t-shirt and dirty jeans before narrowing her eyes. She clenched her fist and brought it down onto the table in front of her, cracking it straight in half. "Nice face." she growled, stomping toward them leaving broken tile in her wake as the girls screamed and tried to scamper away.
Now out of the Facility and under Mystique's ever growing wing of students, Kimura was able to experience what being a powered person was like. She sat near the food court with a somewhat melting slushie on the table in front of her. Her hazel eyes scanned the area where a gaggle of cheerleaders passed.
She growled under her breath as they seemed to gravitate toward her and took a seat at the table next to her. Kimura tried her best to ignore them and continue staring at the world in front of her. Why she was told to integrate herself into the community was beyond her. She wouldn't have minded training and fighting from this day forth, but no.
She heard one girl whisper something about her into another girl's ear. Their snickering caused something to snap in Kimura's brain. She stood and looked toward them as they sneered, Nice outfit.
Kimura looked down at her battered t-shirt and dirty jeans before narrowing her eyes. She clenched her fist and brought it down onto the table in front of her, cracking it straight in half. "Nice face." she growled, stomping toward them leaving broken tile in her wake as the girls screamed and tried to scamper away.
