om_main | Alisha & Nathan, Backdated to 14/06/13

Alisha and Nathan are reunited at long last. There's probably some reason why Alisha didn't rush to meet him right away, but even with her bitchy evasiveness and his, well, being Nathan, you can tell they sort of kind of grudgingly missed each other.

Curtis. Simon. Shit, she almost expected Nathan to come hurtling around a corner with some rude comment on the tip of his tongue. After everything she'd been through today, it might actually get a laugh out of her. Until he asked what she could do. And it would come. She was three for three so far. Everyone wanted to know what she could do. They thought they wanted to know what she could do. If she really told them, showed them, they'd regret it.

She had her door open, now, and was sorting through the various things she'd brought with her. Clothes here, laptop there, more clothes on the bed for hanging. She tried to forget the fact that there was more on the way.

All of about three seconds later, a mild shriek echoed from far down the corridor of the girls' wing. Whatever was answered wasn't discernable in words from Alisha's room, but for a vague high, Irish lilt making them, and about a second after that - "Fuck a monkey! So here you are," Nathan half-smiled at her, loping right on into her room and having good look at what'sherface, it having been a while. (This one was her, right?) "Getting the band back together, are we?"

It could have been worse, Alisha reminded herself. Nathan could have barged open when she'd been changing. At least her door was open. She hadn't been inviting his appearance, but she hadn't locked him out, either. "Late as usual. I've already seen Curtis and Simon. And how you haven't driven Simon mad by now, I don't know." In shorthand: Hello, Nathan.

"Barry's a surprisingly resilient little creeper," Nathan admitted with something approaching acknowledgment in the words. "We could call ourselves ASBO and the Shitheads," Nathan went on with his band theme, dropping to sit on Alisha's bed without paying any mind to the clothes under him, the mattress bouncing with him a bit. "Wait! Shithead and the ASBOs. I'll be Shithead, the face man! You can play tambourine or something, but whatever, you'll really just be there to keep the group from looking a total sausagefest. And none of that Yoko Ono bullshit, either."

Translation: Hello, Alisha, how inexplicably lovely to see you once again.

"At least the Shithead's right," she said and it was somehow both disgusted and fond. "But you are so not the face man. I guess it's good to know that some things, even the ones you really wish would, never change." Dying hadn't changed him and if that wouldn't do it, then nothing would.

"Get off the bed." She made a shooing motion and hoped he'd listen to her. Any other time, she'd smack him upside the head or something, but that wasn't an option now. That really wasn't an option with Nathan, even if she would be willing to risk it on any other person.

"I've got face and personality coming out my arse! It's why I'm so universally popular and well-liked!" He insisted at her dig, reaching to give his luxurious curls a toss and fluff - sexyface.

Nathan let the expression slide away after a moment, still making no move to relocate from her bed where he watched her. "Why are you even here?" The question wasn't, what's your power, but rather, this really isn't your style, is it? He stretched out on the bed as something caught his eye, reaching for one of her bras to fiddle with.

She couldn't touch him, but she snagged a magazine that had been left lying around and rolled it up and smacked him on the hand like he was a bad puppy. "Get off the bed, Nathan. And if you so much as look at my knickers again, you'll be regretting it for the next month.

"OW!" All right, so it didn't actually hurt, but it was a surprise! Nathan frowned at her and scrambled off of the bed again, nearly tumbling right over himself onto the floor as he went. He plucked at a pink textured blouse that had caught at the button of his jeans, wrestling it off of his fly and dropping the poor crumpled thing back to the bed.

"But really, why not just go to uni and be the most fashionable slut there?" Not the most delicate choice of words - when were they? But Nathan meant it fondly enough. Alisha was one of those who reveled in her sluttiness. It was something he'd always admired about her, actually, even if she was nowhere near his fancy. To much fucking work, girls like her, and he hadn't any money anyway.

"Why is anyone here?" she asked without really answering his question. People were here because they had powers. "It's not like I came here because of you lot." It was almost a lie. One of the reasons she'd agreed to come was because she heard about the three of them being here. People she knew, even if they were self-proclaimed shitheads.

"Barry and me were on the lam and being chased by evil mutant scientists who were trying to carve us up like fat holiday geese," Nathan pointed out. "You could've blended in and pretended the whole thing was just another part of girl puberty," he suggested. Or at least, to look at her, she could've... "Couldn't you?"

"Some people are not as naive as you are about girls, Nathan. Unless you're talking out of your ass like normal. Do you think people would chalk up coming back from the dead, turning invisible, or turning into a girl as 'just another part of boy puberty'?" She knew what he was doing. He was fishing to try to find out what her power was and she wasn't about to tell him. She couldn't imagine what he'd make of it, but nothing good, that was for sure.

"Besides, wouldn't those be the evil mutant scientists who used the community centre as a recruiting ground?" She arched an eyebrow at him.

"Aha! So you can't control your mutation," Nathan latched onto, pointing an interrogating finger at her and advancing a few steps. "Come on, then. A natural born show-off like you, I can't believe it's taken you this long to say what you got in the 'ol genetic lottery. It's totally unfair that you know all of ours and I can't know yours! I'll pry it out of the weird kid anyway, so you might as well..."

There was no way she was telling him that Simon actually did know and that he was the only one who did. First, she didn't want to suffer through knowing looks that were completely wrong and second, she didn't want to chance that he actually could pull it out of Simon. Simon had promised her, but Nathan was devious.

"What makes you think I told him?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips as she tried to stare him down. "And before you ask, I didn't tell Curtis, either. You might want to shout to the skies that you're immortal, but I like my privacy." Which was an odd statement coming from her. She'd never had an interest in that. Before.

"He said you'd seen him already. I figured you'd told the others and you were leaving me out for spite. And what's all this shite about privacy? The first day we met you did things to a water bottle for the lot of us more graphic than actual sex I've had!" Nathan put his own hands on his hips, shifting them to a jaunty angle and lifting his chin to mirror her in caricature. "It's really embarrassing, isn't it? I bet it makes you into a hideous old hag, or you belch uncontrollably, or you gush custard out your clunge! And me without a spoon."

"You mean you've had sex before? And here I thought you were talking out of your arse the entire time. I'm only going to say this one more time before I kick you out of my room and slam the door in your face, yeah? I am not telling you what my power is. And before you feel left out, you're not the only one. There are more people here who won't know than will." She was sure the teachers probably knew. She just wasn't telling the students.

"I've had loads of sex! Why, right before I started my community service, there was this chick who I think might've been coming out of dental surgery, so not much of a conversationalist, but she really..." But miss priss didn't seem very much interested, so Nathan let it go, frowning at her softly and piping down. "Fine, don't tell me. But it doesn't matter, you're still you. Whatever it is you got, the other kids with the wonky powers seem to be able to learn how to handle their shit here. And even as creepy as it is having one more ASBO from the old group, I'd rather have your tart little self than another loser kid who wouldn't look nearly so good in an orange jumpsuit, yeah?"

For once, Nathan didn't need to be kicked out. He showed himself to the door.

Alisha followed him to the door. She was definitely shutting it - and locking it - once Nathan was out. If Alice wanted back in, she was going to bloody well have to knock or something. "Twat," she muttered, but there was a hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth. There was something reassuring about suffering through Nathan's comments. It showed that he cared, even if he chose the absolute worst ways to show it.

"114 in the boys', don't be a stranger," Nathan informed her with a look as he went out, or maybe just reminded, whatever. "And I'll find out eventually!" He threatened at a muffled yell from the other side of her door.