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Post by m8d on Jan 23, 2013 0:13:52 GMT -5
Alex looked down at Quinn as she began to explain just what she was. It was interesting to hear about how her kind could 'mold' fire into objects. Alex wished he could do something like that, it was definitely neat, but he doubted his kind could. Alex knew he was at an even greater disadvantage because of his arm. He hadn't been able to use his metal arm to create fire. Sure he could use his real arm to light it on fire, but over time the metal had gotten hot, it obviously wasn't resistant to the blaze unlike the rest of him. Another disadvantage no doubt...
His eyes followed Quinn's when she looked to her cat, his eyes stayed there though even as hers left. When she spoke to him again, asking why he had helped her, he wondered why she would even had asked that, it seemed like such a silly question. The answer was obviously he had done it because she was injured. Or was it obvious...? No...
Alex lifted up his metal arm and clenched its hand into a firm fist, the metal slid silently against the other parts, he frowned, "Because if I was in a situation similar to yours... I would have wanted someone to help me." he mumbled, his voice quiet and seemed almost troubled as he stared at the silver arm.
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Post by cindaquinn on Jan 23, 2013 22:37:32 GMT -5
Quinn noticed that Alexander seemed kind of distance after she spoke about her powers. She wondered what he was thinking about, and noticed him looking at his metal arm from time to time. She listened to him explain why he had helped her and sighed. Of course, it seemed like that should have been so obvious, but nowadays ... you really never could tell with some people. She glanced at Alex again- he was still staring at the silver arm, flexing it almost agitatedly. She stifled a groan and watched him.
"You'd be surprised at how many people would walk by .... It's sad to think about ...." She tilted her head slightly, reaching out to brush a finger over the cold metal curiously. "Does it ... hurt?" the girl asked hesitantly, hoping that she hadn't crossed a line. It seemed like it gave him grief, or ... something, but why? Wasn't it better than having no arm there at all?
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Post by m8d on Jan 24, 2013 11:50:13 GMT -5
It was shocking how many people just... walked by without a second glance when a person was in need of help. He saw it every day and it twisted his gut to see it happen. He wished he could help everyone that needed it, but he hated to admit that he just didn't have the time or the resources to do such a thing. His eyes glanced over at Quinn as he saw her hand reach out from the corner of his gaze. As her fingers touched the smooth surface she asked if it hurt, it took him a moment to respond, "Sometimes, yes..." he answered.
He couldn't feel her hand upon his metal arm, it was both something that saddened him, but also pleased him. It was sad because he'd never again be able to feel anything with that arm, it would forever be a dead space around it. Sure he could feel the arm itself, it was so real, sometimes Alex forgot it wasn't. The arm though was nice, considering it was tough, able to withstand almost anything, it also made him unique though... perhaps not in the way he had thought himself of becoming unique. It was a one-of-a-kind arm, the only one out there, sure it was still a prototype, but Maria had offered him free upgrades when she discovered them. Alex was a test subject for the most part, but he didn't mind. He had something that would have cost others millions of dollars to get. That was something to brag about... wasn't it?
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Post by cindaquinn on Feb 2, 2013 23:27:14 GMT -5
Quinn frowned a little, watching the man with a little concern. Was he sad because of it? It seemed like he maybe missed having a real arm .... She didn't know, and she didn't want to pry. She moved her hand from his arm and pulled it close to her, groaning aloud. Her arm felt like it was on fire- which, really, it probably was inside .... She squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath through her nose, trying to ignore the pain. Everything that touched her arm was beginning to make it hurt, including the mere fabric that she was wearing. She tried to slow her breathing in a desperate attempt to fall asleep again but by now, she had been awake for too long to do so. A whimper escaped from her throat not long after and she wished desperately for something- anything -to distract her from the pain.
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