Johnny Storm (
fantastic_torch) wrote2007-06-04 09:58 pm
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Rm 326 - Monday night
Johnny got moved into his room all right. Though he did have only minor problems with his door knob. He wouldn't discuss how he got it to turn for him either.
He didn't care about unpacking. He just set his stuff wherever and tossed himself down onto his bed. More privacy was better but damn, he didn't have anyone to be private with. What the hell?
He was restless and bored and thought about his workshops today. They were made of awesomeness.
Still..."Ahhh, screw it." He dug through a bag and pulled out his toy. The thing. Then he made it talk, 'It's clobberin' time'.
(ooc: open to anyone especially roomie if he wants..sp is love)
He didn't care about unpacking. He just set his stuff wherever and tossed himself down onto his bed. More privacy was better but damn, he didn't have anyone to be private with. What the hell?
He was restless and bored and thought about his workshops today. They were made of awesomeness.
Still..."Ahhh, screw it." He dug through a bag and pulled out his toy. The thing. Then he made it talk, 'It's clobberin' time'.
(ooc: open to anyone especially roomie if he wants..sp is love)
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Charlie was in a good mood, Johnny noted, and he was very much enjoying it. "If they did, would you want one? So you could hug it and push the button that says two things, 'FLAME ON' and 'The Ladies call me Torch'." There wasn't one but he thought it sounded great. They should totally make a toy of him.
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Because she wasn't sure if she could, but she'd managed pretty well under cold, cold conditions when she was an experiment for the Shop.
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Johnny could do under extreme cold conditions. But without oxygen period, there's nothing he can do.
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Johnny wouldn't understand. Sometimes she didn't.
Charlie swallowed, and looked down at the pillow in her hands. "Because I was different. Because my parents were different." She was quiet, thinking of Irv and Norma. "Grandpa Irv got shot. He still helped us, though."
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Johnny felt for Charlie, he really did, and he went to move his arm, to wrap it around her and bring her against his side if she allowed. He said softly, "I'm sorry, Charlie. I can't say that I understand the feelings you must have, because I've never been in that position. But I care for you, and how you feel means a lot to me. And I'm here to listen..."
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