WHAT IS LOVE BABY DON'T HURT ME

[thepornstache.livejournal.com]

TEST DRIVE MEME



1. COMMENT WITH A JOURNAL OF A CHARACTER YOU'VE THOUGHT OF APPING AS THOUGH THEY'RE ALREADY IN CNC
2. TAG AROUND WITH NEW JOURNAL OR OLD!
3. APP THEM ALL NOW!
4. NOBODY IS EVER LATE EVER GET YOUR ASSES IN HERE

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[mostawkward.livejournal.com]

[eating pb&j in the park.]

[oxfordian]

(( ooc: wtf hi

hi

there ))

[ Just, well, quite a bit of staring. HAVE IT. HAVE IT ALL. ]

Ah, hello?

[mostawkward.livejournal.com]

[hello. c: and wesley just keeps eating his sammich and staring at him, registers the face, and grins.]

Goddamn. Someone up there loves me so fucking much they decided to make two of me.

Although -- [he's peering at charles' face]

you don't seem to be radiating as much awesome as I am.

[oxfordian]

(( ooc: i did not expect to see faises here that i recognise but not from in game!! IT'S EXCITING

unless you've been in cnc this whole time and i'm just a horrible douchebag but i feel like we would have communicated that... i hope :c;; /FRETS ))

[ What on this green and suddenly unGodly Earth is that accent. What actually. Charles just--frowns, his brow furrowing immediately as he takes a moment. Hell, Erik had a man who shared his face in this place -- it wasn't that unexpected.

Though he could hardly poke fun at Erik now, not if he was subject to it as well. ]

..pardon?

That's rather rude, don't you think?

[mostawkward.livejournal.com]

ooc; i'm not, don't worry. lucy invited me over.

[wesley's amiability goes from happy and consistent to flatline, and is replaced with that general abrasive viciousness that he always has.]

"Rude", he says. What an absolutely prissy bitch you are, person who is less than awesome than me.

Then again, I suppose that's to be expected at some fucking imperfect copy.

[oxfordian]

(( ooc: oh no that's completely acceptable fhalsjdflj you should join us in some form omg ))

[ Charles opens his mouth to speak, then stops. Then opens it again, as though trying to gather his thoughts in the most... appropriate of ways. ]

Imperfect?

You're the one whose accent is incorrect. Who is obviously much older than I happen to be.

[mostawkward.livejournal.com]

ooc; alas, your comm is too big!

Really? Your first sign that shit's off is the fact that I sound less like a fucking prat than you do?

[oxfordian]

(( ooc: noooo what why ; ; ))

Well, I dare inform you that my closest friend has experienced the same--phenomena, here in this city.

I'm hardly surprised that I'd have the same honour. [ He's starting to get used to this, alright, he can deal with the language and the accent and -- though, really, he kind of appreciated being the only one with his face. ]

And who are you, as it were?

[mostawkward.livejournal.com]

ooc; sorry :c

[and he just shrugs at that.]

Wesley. Wesley Gibson, if you're keen on the fucking last names part.

[unspoken: the killer.]

[oxfordian]

(( ooc: oh :cc it is okay. i am still excite!! ))

[ Squinting at him and sliding his hands into his pockets while he straightens himself up, Charles just really studies the man then. They're identical, that is entirely certain. Of course, not--not exactly. ]

It is nice to meet you, then, Wesley. I'm Charles Xavier.

[mostawkward.livejournal.com]

[god, even that name sounds posh as fuck.]

Alright. You done staring? Can I eat my sandwich in peace?

[oxfordian]

[ That at least illicits a laugh and he looks almost skeptical, before he's taking a step back. ]

My fascination far outweighs your own, I see.

[mostawkward.livejournal.com]

[blank face as he eats.]

Do you want to dissect me?

[oxfordian]

Dear God, no, nothing like that!

[ oh my lord, his fragile sensibilities ]

I should think we'd have the pleasure of an interesting conversation, that is all.

[mostawkward.livejournal.com]

[he heaves a sigh.]

Frankly, I think my sandwich is a hell lot more riveting than my fucking twin trying to get me to talk about my feelings.

[oxfordian]

Now, now. I didn't say anything about feelings. I would hardly need to get you to talk about them at all. That is all free information on its own, I'm afraid.

[ He frowns, trying not to be offended. But whatever, it's obviously this guy's prerogative. ]

Frankly, peanut butter and jelly is not all that desirable at all.

[mostawkward.livejournal.com]

Oh shit. We can't be fucking bros anymore, you just dissed my food, and it's not like you got other redeeming qualities that don't contribute to you being a posh fuck.

[oxfordian]

[ His eyebrows are raised in piqued interest. ]

Oh?

Telepathy is not a redeeming quality of any interest at all?


[ Then, directly in his mind; ]

What a shame.

[mostawkward.livejournal.com]

[you

really


shouldn't



have done that, charles.

in a span of a second wesley's sandwich falls from his hand and he draws his gun, a bullet curved inches away from charles' temple. a warning shot, but make no mistake, he's not one to miss targets.

a low, quiet snarl ripped out of his throat:]

Stay the fuck out of my head.

[oxfordian]

[ yeah he kind of

deserves it

That is more than enough to put Charles on edge and he freezes, before he's just glaring with real distaste. ]

That's a bit excessive, don't you think?

[ His voice is a bit croaked, but his confidence remains. ]

[mostawkward.livejournal.com]

[wesley's mind is all sharp edges and hard lines, cracked glass, hailstorms. it is a line of threads crossing together and forming weaves of thought like a mechanical loom, swift and angry as all the myriads of ways charles can die, telepath or otherwise, crosses his mind. he is not a kind man, neither is he reasonable.

his voice is low, flat and controlled -- the tone of a man who's done this kind of shit so many times that he doesn't even bat an eye.]

For a man who can control minds and more, nothing is fucking excessive.

Don't fuck with me, Xavier.

[oxfordian]

I am hardly fucking with you.

I won't manipulate or otherwise invade your mind any further. [ He's serious in this, though it seems his intrigue and his fascination has only doubled since his near-death bullet experience here.

He's not a daredevil by any means, but he's not meek, either. His interest far outweighs his sense of self-preservation for a dangerous span of minutes, here. ]

Believe me.