can't touch this. (open)

[Frost]

6:00 PM, HELL'S KITCHEN
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can't touch this...

There she was, walking along the concrete path that led to the devil knows what. The index finger of her left hand just barely touched the cool metal of the rails just outside shops as she passed by, her eyes fixed ahead of her. It was almost as if she were in her own little world, careless of wherever her legs were taking her. Frost was paying attention, though, despite the absent look on her face. She saw nothing of importance to gaze at but the neverending space in front of her, so she kept on staring, looking as though she were spacing out. Yes, boredom had definately taken over the young mercenary. She was in desperate need of something to do.

After about only five minutes of walking, the blood-red haired woman spotted something of interest just as she was passing through a wide alley. Two men seemed to be fighting, and one seemed to be nearing victory while the other struggled against a wall. With a raised brow, she continued walking at her steady pace. She met at eyes for a second at the most with both the thug and his unfortunate victim as she passed them by, and the fighting ceased momentarily. A hunger seemed to rise in the thug, who immediately dropped the fearful citizen he had been beating. As the bruised and bloody man saw the chance to escape, he picked himself up slowly and limped away, eying the thug warily.

Frost didn't take the time to look back at the strong looking man, who had a confused expression. By the looks of his face, half of him wanted to violate her while the other half oh him wanted find out who she was. After all, not many innocent women would dare to venture into an alley in a place like Hell's Kitchen, nor would many innocent women walk on past such a brutal fight without so much as a fearful or even unsecure look on their face.

"H-hey!" he called, sounding quite hesitant. He seemed to remain silent for a brief moment, gathering his composure before letting a small smirk cross his face. "What's a pretty lady like you doin' down here, 'uh?"

Frost gave a light, amused 'hm' under her breath. Her bright red lips curved into a small smirk. She knew what was coming next, but it didn't bother her. If the man had been throwing mere punches at his previous victim, she assumed it was safe to say that he wasn't a mutant, and she hadn't seen a weapon on him. She, however, was both a mutant and armed. 'Pretty lady' or not, he didn't stand a chance.

Seeing that she was unphased by his question, and on top of his kept walking slowly along without an answer, the thug gave a low growl. Furrowing his brows, he tried again. "'Ey! I'm talkin' t' you!" Running after her, he planned quickly in his mind how he was going to do this. Slowing behind her, he violantly shoved her up against the nearest wall. Suddenly, he gave a loud surprised yell. Immediately he took his hands off of her shoulders, rubbing them together. She was hot... literally. Looking up at her after a moment of examining his hands, he saw that she had changed.

After burning him, Frost had quickly dropped her body temperature to one that would sting if touched. Her skin becamme extremely pale, white with almost a blue tint to it that was just barely noticable. Her hair turned to a nearly white blonde. Her eye color changed from a deep ocean blue to a very light blue with shards of lighter and darker shades that made her irises look as though they were made of ice. Her lips were also a pale shade of pink. All this happened at an alarming rate, and in just a second she was ready to attack the pathetic man before her, who already had an unnerved look on his face.

With a wickedly growing smirk, the cold looking woman let frost creep across the ground towards the man in front of her. When it reached his shoe, a sting was felt. By this time, he had figured out that running away was his only possible escape, and he attempted just that. However, just as he was about to disappear around a turn with a desperate but hopeful expression, a gunshot rang out.The man fell against the nearest wall with a dazed look on his face. Frost had shot him. She had shot him in the arm, and though it wouldn't kill him that quickly unless he failed to find help, it would put him in a great deal of pain.

As if it hadn't even happened, Frost continued her walk, her appearance the same as before. Passing the fallen and violantly bleeding man who seemed as though he was in the most agony he had ever experianced, she looked down at him. "Don't ever underestimate a 'pretty lady'." she told him with a sick smile. With that, she walked on, red hair bouncing with every step.

da na na na...

[mystique]

Mystique watched from the shadows. Her lips curved into a smile. She didn't hate men...they had their uses, preferably dead and bleeding on the ground...but there was some dark satisfaction in seeing a fellow female being the stronger of the two.

Her arm throbbed slightly, it still in a cast. She had painted the plaster black so it wouldn't stand out like a beacon. It was important to be a chameleon, even in her natural form.

She stepped forward, scanning the girl with her eyes. "Mutant?"

[Nightcrawler]

Nightcrawler sat at the back of the train in a hoody avoiding the glances of the other passengers he had plastered his vision to the streets below. He was shocked at the mere amount of grime that had accumulated in the street, he also spotted a bleeding man run down the street the train was passing. Kurt was shocked that man needed to get to hospital, he teleported into the street below in a puff of smoke "Mien got! Vhat happened to you?" the man screamed and ran in the opposite direction just as the police pulled up.
Humans and their guns they were just about to pull the trigger when Kurt disappeared and busted their heads together a second later.

More police cars had entered the street apparently a dead body had been found as well as a severely beaten man and it was seen to be the work of a hooded mutant, all Kurt had been trying to do was help the man. He did the only thing that could be done steal the police officer's weapons and flee, Kurt ran down the street hearing the sound of the numerous police car sirens chasing him he sped up. He saw two women in the street up ahead but now was not the best time to be checking out ladies on the street no matter who they are.

[mystique]

Mystique caught the sight of her son, fleeing and frightened. She shook her head. The poor boy seemed to have lost some of his optimism. It was all well and expected but somewhat sad.

Mystique sank back into the shadows, she had changed her mind. She had no desire to be questioned by the cops and with her broken arm she hadn't a great chance of escaping as it was. She ran faster, rushing home.

[zach]

Zach was walking down the street letting his mind wander. He was wearing his usual outfit and with the addition of a Fedora on top of his head. He was looking at some paper in his hand, it was a script. He normally went out and got location pictures and videos for the studio he worked at. This was his first time doing voice work.

He stopped and looked up as he heard commotion. Then a hooded man ran around the corner closely followed by a bunch of police officers. He gut fell and he stepped out of the way hoping against hope that no police officers would stop and talk to him. He then decided that maybe he should find out what was going on. After all that was kinda what he did. He started to follow the Hooded figure from the shadows. Just to find out what was going on.