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09 November 2009 @ 07:42 pm
Focusing On Olivia - For Jean and Olivia (surprisingly)  
It was all her fault.

If it hadn't been for her, then he wouldn't have lost that fight. If it hadn't been for her, he could've even beaten Jimmy eventually. If it hadn't been for her, he wouldn't be in such a bad mood right now. Growling, he sent out a mental shout for Jean, wanting not only an audience for his revenge, but also an ally for his potential torture. Besides, he knew the woman would enjoy it.

Is your little room-mate home, Jeannie? I'd like to have a word.

((OOC: Suggested posting order for this - Victor, Jean, Olivia~ ))
Jean Grey: 09 - Phoenix - boredand_intothefire on November 9th, 2009 07:58 pm (UTC)
Jean was away from her room. She had enjoyed being alone, and they put the new girl in with her. The new girl with whining, obnoxious thoughts. God she was annoying. Her mind perked when she felt Victor aiming thoughts toward her, and while she was also incredibly annoyed with him after his reaction to being found in St. Petersburg, she let the thought in.

Jeannie? Really?

She let out a sharp sigh instead of waiting for a response. She moved toward her room, pushing the door open to see the blonde sitting there. With her black eye. How had she missed that black eye before?

Oh, Victor. She projected what she was seeing to him. Is that your lovely handiwork? That was her way of saying, 'yes, she is in our room. Come play'
slightproblem on November 9th, 2009 08:02 pm (UTC)
Olivia glanced up from her book as her roommate came in and she raised an eyebrow before offering her a small smile and going back to her book.

Jean's cold arrogance didn't really bother her. She'd grown up being quiet and out of the way for her parents, and Jean had that same style in so far as Olivia could tell. She was calm, having been doing the breathing exercises Forge showed her, so she felt good.
Victor Creed: Smugwatch_the_nails on November 9th, 2009 08:10 pm (UTC)
So you've seen her, then. She's there.

He smiled wickedly to himself, already sauntering in the direction of the womens' dormitories and not giving a shit as to whether he'd get caught or not; his mutations still hadn't returned yet, but he could still pack one hell of a punch if he wanted to. Olivia's black eye was proof of that. Smirking, he made his way to Jean's room - already knowing which one was hers, seeing as he'd visited it only recently - and pushed open the door, standing in the doorway with a horrible smile on his face, staring right at Olivia as he spoke.

"Remember me, sweetheart?"
Jean Grey: 04 - Phoenix - angryand_intothefire on November 9th, 2009 08:24 pm (UTC)
Jean looked over her shoulder in mock surprise as Victor came in, but couldn't maintain the look for long. It warped into a grin, and Jean tipped the door closed behind Victor. She looked him over and noted that his claws were missing.

Her face shifted to one of concern.

What happened to your claws? She searched his memory and found the night previous, when Olivia sapped his powers from him.

You're an idiot.

There was no fucking WAY Jean wanted to lose her abilities. Especially not since revealing herself to Emma inadvertantly.
slightproblem on November 9th, 2009 08:29 pm (UTC)
Olivia sat straight up the moment Victor entered the room and she stood, her calm breaking a little, that stab of pain behind her eye. She swallowed and managed an angry look.

All she really managed was to look like a kitten with it's fur ruffled.

Looking to Jean, she noted the smile and backed up a step.

"What..." she breathed, before she had the immediate thought of trying to make a break for the door.

Neither of the two people in the room looked friendly to her. She edged around the room, a stormy look crossing her face. "You're not supposed to be in here."
Victor Creed: Contemptwatch_the_nails on November 9th, 2009 08:39 pm (UTC)
I'm not an idiot! I didn't know what she was going to do! He glared at Jean as she sniped at him, perhaps leaving Olivia to wonder what was going on; no words were actually spoken, but it was clear that something was passing between them. If I'd known the bitch was going to sap me, I never would've touched her!

That said, he turned his attentions back to the girl in front of him - the pathetic, weak piece of shit who'd caused all this trouble in the first place. Even now, he felt nothing but contempt for her, sitting there and just waiting to see what her fate would be. He reached out and slammed the door shut behind him, snickering as the girl's eyes widened and backing up against it to make sure she couldn't escape. It was obvious now that the two of them were in this together - that whatever it was they planned to do, it would be two against one.

"I know I'm not supposed to be here, sugar-plum. That's what makes it so much more fun." Snickering, he advanced on her, his fingers already flexing themselves in anticipation even though his claws had gone. It was instinctive. "How about I start teaching you a lesson about how to control those powers of yours? I'll beat it into you if I have to."
Jean Grey: 06 - Phoenix - intriguedand_intothefire on November 9th, 2009 08:55 pm (UTC)
Jean rolled her eyes at his explanation. You think I want her sapping me? Fuck that, Victor.

She watched him advance on Olivia, feeling conflicted. While she really liked the idea of fucking with her, Jean was far too attached to the power her abilities gave her. Without them, she felt like she was nothing. That wasn't a risk she wanted to take.

Then again...

Jean let her mind reach out to Olivia's, pushing past the fear and memories of Victor punching her in the face (which Jean did squirrel away for her own amusement later) to find the fear center of her brain. She forced it down, minimizing what she was feeling until the girl's face relaxed once more. If the power was panic-triggered, no fucking way was Jean allowing this girl one ounce of fear.

"We can't let her freak out, Victor."
slightproblem on November 9th, 2009 09:06 pm (UTC)
Olivia watched the two of them, confused and frightened by their seemingly silent exchange. She backed up a couple of steps immediately as Victor advanced on her, a small noise leaving her. These two knew each other? And well, it seemed, if the look on Jean's face was anything to go by.

She felt her hip hit her bedpost and she reached over to hold onto it, the steadiness comforting. "Don't you touch me. You remember what happened last time...what if it's permanent this time?" She didn't even know yet if it was permanent. She was bluffing, and badly.

She stood there though, and then felt the fear drain away. It wasn't right. She was terrified. Or...

Was she?

Noting her roommate's words, she felt a scowl pull her face. The man standing in front of her was a bully, the woman no better, and this situation was bound to escalate. Reaching over for a lamp, she moved to clock Victor with it, anger present now that the fear was gone. "Get out!
Victor Creed: Frustrationwatch_the_nails on November 9th, 2009 09:22 pm (UTC)
He snarled as the lamp smashed against his temple, pain lancing into his skull as the blow connected; it was only made worse by the knowledge that the damage would take a long time to heal, that the bruise would remain for hours after the throbbing had subsided. Snarling, he lashed out at the girl with his hands, failing to realise for a moment that he had no claws. He'd never get used to that. And as he swiped at her, he threw a mental yell at Jean, knowing she'd be finding the whole thing entertaining, mocking his pain.

You can keep your mouth shut! That fucking HURT!

Since his claw-less slashes had proved ineffective, he took to grabbing at the battered remains of the lamp that she still held in her hands, trying to wrestle it from her grasp, intending to take it an strike her around the face with it instead.

Jean Grey: 06 - Phoenix - intriguedand_intothefire on November 9th, 2009 09:46 pm (UTC)
Jean sat back with her arms crossed over her chest, watching Victor much more out of his element than she'd witnessed him in St. Petersburg. Well, she'd already negated his powers, so it didn't matter if he touched her whether she was freaking out or not. She, however, was not going anywhere near the bitch.

Fuck you, Victor. Oh, no. She's bleeding a little. Quick, search her for trinkets your bitch might like.

A smirk curled Jean's lips and she stared at the scene, letting up on her strangle hold on Olivia's fear, taking a step backward. She forced images into the girl's mind, some of them of the rapes she'd seen in Victor's head. She was still too upset with him to connect him into it, but she saw the look of terror in Olivia's eyes, knew Victor would read that look as well.

"Screw it, let her freak out. I'll be standing over here, though."
slightproblem on November 9th, 2009 11:43 pm (UTC)
Olivia grimaced as the lamp cracked into Victor's skull, feeling a dark thrill of satisfaction at it. She tried to keep ahold of it, but it was almost as if the momentary bravery faded away to be replaced with fear. In her mind, she saw flashes of what he was capable of, things that he'd done, and her eyes flooded with fear again. She raised her arm to protect herself as he struck out at her again before she cast a panicked glance at the door.

She tried to dart past him, past Jean, needing escape. She knew that she was prey. This was instinct.
Victor Creed: Sneerwatch_the_nails on November 10th, 2009 05:29 am (UTC)
Shut your goddamn mouth, whore, or I'll get over there and shut it for you!

He shot another annoyed glance at Jean, bristling at her comments; he didn't need to be reminded of Emma, not now, not when he was trying to have some fun here and forget about her. Not like the blonde telepath wasn't on his mind nearly all the time anyway. He couldn't dispute the fact that he still regarded Emma as 'his', though, even though he couldn't be sure she still wanted him. Maybe, in a way, he was trying to drive her away now...

I don't see YOU getting your hands dirty, what's the matter, you scared she might touch you?

Sneering, his arms darted out to grab at Olivia as she tried to run past, years of combat experience and hard manual labour meaning that his grip was still strong even without his mutations. It didn't matter if he touched her again, it wasn't as if she could leech away what he'd already lost. Sinking his fingers into her arm, he yanked her towards him with a hiss, the look on his face bitter and hateful.
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Jean Grey: 04 - Phoenix - angryand_intothefire on November 12th, 2009 08:21 pm (UTC)
Rethreading due to excessive smooshing
Her mind focused hard on Victor, picking up everything that was going through his mind as his hand worked inside his pants. She grinned at him, almost moving to close the space between them when he did it again.

Jean's lip curled into a snarl and she let out a disgusted, short laugh, turning her attention away from him. He was losing her interest each time he lost focus and started thinking about Emma. It really wasn't jealousy on Jean's part; she could care less if he wanted Emma more, or loved Emma, or whatever the fuck it was between them. It was more a matter of not enjoying having her mind invaded by Victor's weakness.

She wasn't even looking at him as he hit his peak.

She pulled her mind away from his, but didn't close off. She had too much work to do with Olivia. She sat up on the bed, leaning her elbows into her knees and resting her chin in her palms, staring at the girl like she was gift wrapped and Jean was trying to guess what was inside. She began picking through her memories slowly, Jean's eyes closing against the deep concentration it was taking for her to begin shifting the memories. She suppressed some of Olivia's more active brain, putting her into a slight doze.

It didn't really matter anyway; the girl was near catatonic as it was.
Victor Creed: Future!Verse - Gloatingwatch_the_nails on November 12th, 2009 08:27 pm (UTC)
Re: Rethreading due to excessive smooshing
He was so lost in his pleasure that he didn't even notice Jean pull away, both mentally and physically, concentrating instead on wiping himself off on his trousers, cleaning his sticky fingers on the bedsheets as he shivered and sighed, regaining his breath. He grinned over at Jean as she worked on Olivia, his own mind drowsy and satisfied, at least for now - he always recovered fast, that was a gift that came with his regeneration.

"What're you gonna do now, Jeannie?"

His voice was almost a purr, his curiosity quite genuine; he knew to some extent just what a telepath could do, but he couldn't work out what Jean was up to right now.
Jean Grey: 10 - Phoenix - dominantand_intothefire on November 12th, 2009 08:53 pm (UTC)
Jean's eyes were closed, so she missed the grin, but felt his attention on her again. She was working quickly but trying to make sure she was thorough, removing every single moment of Jean from the blonde's memory of the past hour, but leaving some faded ones of Victor. Ones that would come back and haunt her while she slept.

She also reached out and tapped into the simple, human minds of the MP's that were stationed in the compound. There was one she'd touched on a couple times, the one that guarded the garage. She slipped into his, quickly implanting the overwhelming desire to confess to the rape and assault of Olivia.

Victor's voice invaded her concentration, and she twitched her finger. That twitch was a full force, knocking him sideways bitchslap to Victor. "No talking. Fixing her."