Staring at the Golden Gate (open)

[MARIAN DINAH LEWIS]

Marian pulled her coat more around her before she stuffed her hands into her pockets. This far away from civiliation, she was fine. No emotions trying to push out her own, no one else. While a bit relieving, it was also...frightening. She didn't like it when she couldn't sense emotions, feeling cut off. Like a ship without her anchor.

She smiled at that, despite the cold winds that whipped around her. Dressed in loose fitting dress pants, a good turtle neck, and a jacket that wouldn't hinder her movements, and her backpack from school was on the ground next to her.

Despite the fact she had come up here to be alone, it was also driving her up the wall. However, there was no better place to semi-relax. She carefully sat down and situaited herself into her spot and stared out across the bay, her little "empathy sphere" out at 10 feet. Fifteen might be better, but the full stretch just...annoyed her. Too loose, t0o...incorrect. She hummed a little and stared out to the Golden Gate Bridge.

[MARTINIQUE LAUREN WYNGARDE]

Martinique bit her lip and ducked her chin further down so that her scarf blocked part of her face from the wind. She almost regretted leaving New York, there she would have been warm and inside away from the cold. She didn't even really want to be in San Fransisco, but no the 'Higher ups' thought that it would be a brilliant idea to send her there in hopes of finding new recruits. but San Fransisco? Really? Wasn't there other mutants back in New York that they could bring into the Brotherhood? Or even somewhere back east? No, of course not. That would be too simple. Martinique was probably only there because she had made a rude comment on one of the girl's sweater. But seriously who wore polyester theses days?
Adjusting her gloves Martinique made her way down to the viewing area of the Golden Gate Bridge. A small smirk graced her face. it was a little funny that only last year Magneto had completely ripped the bridge from the ground to carry the Brotherhood to Alcatraz. And now it was back the way it was like nothing happened. It was no doubt that they had had help from mutants to put it back. Maybe San Fransisco was the right place to be after all.
Martinique pushed her hair out of her face. out of her face. "Damn wind." She looked up noticing that she was already at the viewing area. It would seem that most people did the smart thing and stayed in today. There was however a blond haired girl looking out at the bridge, who knew maybe she was a mutant and Martinique's venture outside would be worth it. She made her way to the railing looking over the edge, it was a normal reaction to do so. Glancing at the girl Martinique realized that she couldn't be more then sixteen or seventeen. She looked away back to the bridge unsure if she should say anything. She was never really one to talk to random people after all.

[MARIAN DINAH LEWIS]

The minute Martinique came within Marian’s 10 foot sphere, Marian was cataloging what she could about the person’s emotional print. When she moved, Marian brought in the sphere, adding layers to the basics she had. She was interested by this person. There was underlying frustration, maybe irritation. She was a bit curious about that. Marian looked over slightly and watched her walk up to the railing. She wondered what it was that had brought her out here. Now, Marian was curious. Now, she wanted to know more about this person. After trying to decipher her for a few more moments, Marian slowly stood up and she swung her bag over her shoulder.

She walked up to the railing herself and leaned against it, about two feet away from Martinique. The sphere was just over that, encompassing Martinique to give Marian the best idea about that emotional print. Marian smiled a tiny bit and nodded to the bridge. “Pretty amazing, when it got ripped up like that. It was interesting. It got repaired later. I don’t know by who or how. That was more then interesting. It was a sight. Were you around then?” she inquired, glancing over. Well, Marian needed to get more emotions. Something more to go off of.

Marian let out a little sigh. She leaned a bit against the railing. She had tried. While not exactly the most social, she would wait for the new person to speak. Really, Marian was going to try and see if she could get a better feel for Martinique. Marian wanted to know if she could trust the other or not. Well, having a friendly conversation was not that social. That was completely self-centered. For Marian, this was going to be it. For now, she as relaxed, calm. She didn’t seem bothered, mostly neutral in any of her own emotions, giving her a nice balance against Martinique’s and allowing herself to keep herself. Marian let out a low sigh and closed her eyes, allowing the emotions to ebb over her like the low tide lapping at her feet when she walked along the beach in her sandals.

All in all, a pleasant feeling.

[MARTINIQUE LAUREN WYNGARDE]

The wind had whipped her in the face with her own hair for the last time. Martinique rummaged in her purse for some kind of hair tie or a clip that would keep her hair out of her face. She sighed in relief having found a hair tie and a clip, she quickly put her hair up in a loose bun and clipped the remaining bit off to the side. She tensed up hearing footsteps behind her, she relaxed upon seeing that it was merely the young girl that had been sitting. She walked up to the railing and leaned against it not too far from Martinique, close enough that they could have a conversation if need be. “Pretty amazing, when it got ripped up like that." Martinique heard the girl speak to her, she looked over at the stranger slightly annoyed that she started talking out of the blue. "It was interesting. It got repaired later. I don't know by who or how. That was more then interesting. It was a sight. Were you around then?”
Martinique scoffed at the question. She didn't know who this girl thought she was but she was disturbing Martinique's time to herself. And she was not okay with it. "Well obviously mutants helped put it back together. Humans are completely incapable of fixing something like that in a years time. Why mutants helped I'll never know, we don't owe humans anything. Especially after this whole cure thing." Martinique explained her anger growing as she thought about what humans have done to the mutant community. It was disgusting to think that they helped put back together something that was destroyed for a better cause. "And if you mean was I around I assume you mean in San Fransisco, which no I was not. I'm sorry but who are you exactly?" Martinique turned to look at the younger girl with a slight glare.

[MARIAN DINAH LEWIS]

Ah, the annoyance was really obvious. Why was this female always annoyed? Marian was really not sure she wanted to know. However, she took all of it with a grain of sugar. Martinique was being bitter enough for both of them. And the ‘grain of sugar’ Marian had picked as that maybe Martinique was having a bad day. “True. I need to start thinking things through before asking them,” Marian murmured in response, though shuddered at the mention of the Cure.

She had been so scared, during that time anyway, that her aunt and uncle was going to find out. While she disliked hiding, she really, emphasis on the really, didn’t want to get thrown out on her ear and put Mr. Kim out. She clanked over at Martinique on the last thing, which caused Marian to nod. “Sorry. And I’m Marian,” she responded, feeling the anger, the…disgust maybe. She glanced over at Martinique and decided to heck with it.

Marian sighed at the glare and raised an eyebrow back at her. “Well, I figure, based off the emotions just rolling off of you, you’re either a mutant or a human who is of the mutant mind-set. I’ve met one, don’t laugh on that. However, as a whole, I’ve found that no one, mutant or human, can co-exist. That is just a pacifist’s dream. A nice dream, but so far out of the realm of reality I doubt it will ever come true,” she added, before staring back at the bridge.

It really was a nice day. She liked the fog. And Marian couldn’t help but like it. However, she was waiting. She wanted to know what Martinique was feeling, or how it effected her. Either way, Marian was leaning toward mutant on this. Neither homo-sapians or homo-superiors could be peaceful.

History taught them that.

((ooc: Sorry. I started school and got sick at the same time.))

[MARTINIQUE LAUREN WYNGARDE]

Martinique sighed in annoyance when she heard the blond speak. Reaching into her bag she grabbed her pack of cigarettes and her lighter. She never did smoke a lot though at times she just didn't care that she was killing her lungs. Lighting the tip she inhaled carefully, her lungs already being constricted by the cold. “True. I need to start thinking things through before asking them,” The girl mumbled just loud enough for Martinique to hear. 'Yes you do.' Martinique thought to herself taking another drag.
“Sorry. And I'm Marian,” Martinique nodded ever so slightly acknowledging that Marian had spoken. She turned her attention away from Marian looking back to the bridge. The destruction of the bridge has been such a symbol to the brotherhood and Martinique, it proved that they had stood up for themselves. It showed the world that there was nothing wrong with them, that they were perfect the way they were. The way biology made them. And that nothing the government cooked up or the protests that humans made were going to stop them.
Martinique could hear Marian sigh and felt her eyes on her. “Well, I figure, based off the emotions just rolling off of you, you're either a mutant or a human who is of the mutant mind-set. I've met one, don't laugh on that. However, as a whole, I've found that no one, mutant or human, can co-exist. That is just a pacifist's dream. A nice dream, but so far out of the realm of reality I doubt it will ever come true,” Martinique stopped her movements, her cigarette and inch from her lips. Well this was a surprising turn of events. "You're an empath."

[/b] It wasn't a question, Martinique was certain that the way Marian had phrased her words that she was most definitely a mutant. "The humans don't understand us. We're just insects in their minds, and they're the exterminators."[/font][/justify][/size][/blockquote]

[MARIAN DINAH LEWIS]

"And you're intelligent," Marian responded almost flippantly. And ah, she was one of the extremists. She ignored the smoking, who was she to tell anyone what to do, and let out a low hum, as if she was in thought.

She listened to Martinique and nodded slightly. She was an extremest, which Marian didn't fully enjoy. Nothing against extremists, but they often upset her day. Such as her aunt and uncle. She could not be herself around them. "Think like a man of action, act like a man of thought. Henri Lou Bergson. Is your leader like that?" she inquired.

She was fishing for information about where Martinique was from. Okay, not really. However, she was trying to get the other to talk. The emotions were not helping and Marian often tried to talk around then. However, any spike in Martinique's emotions was now being carefully monitored.

Like the annoyance. Marian wasn't in the mood to push and prod. To poke a sleeping dragon in the eye, so to say. She stared at the Golden Gate and wondered if it was worth it all in the end.

Having to lie about herself.

[MARTINIQUE LAUREN WYNGARDE]

Martinique pulled out her phone checking the time and debated on if this girl was worth recruiting. Sure an empath could be useful especially if she was able to manipulate other peoples emotions. Then again if they were going to win this fight they were going to need all the fire power they could get and Martinique was sure that having an empath on the battlefield wouldn't help too much, unless they could fight. Then they'd might have use for her.
"And you're intelligent," Martinique rolled her eyes at Marian's comment and took another drag of her cigarette as she put her phone away. She wasn't entirely sure if Marian was being sarcastic casual or just plain rude. She wasn't the one who was the empath after all. "Well thanks, so many people take me for a dumb bitch."

[/b] Martinique replied sarcastically and flicked the ash from her cigarette. "Then again it's whatever. They're somewhat right, I'm definitely a bitch."[/b] She didn't care if she was rude, most people were never worth her time.
"Think like a man of action, act like a man of thought. Henri Lou Bergson. Is your leader like that?" The question unfortunately intrigued Martinique. Magneto had seen all this happen before only race was involved instead of genetic code and superpowers. He had seen a man and his army trample through country after country leaving death and fear in the footsteps behind him. Back then the world was at war and it was happening again. Martinique was there that day when Magneto had crashed the mutant meeting in District X, he had said that they would strike first blood. In the end he was right. They had put The Cure into weapons and had indeed forced it upon them. Martinique liked her lips unsure of really how to answer. She took another drag, a slow one this time, letting the question sink into her mind. Releasing the smoke from her mouth she watched as it danced in the wind. "'Be the change that you want to see in the world,' Gandhi. I think that's more him. Martinique said. "You'd have to meet him to understand his views on the world. He knows that no one learns from the past. And I know that as long as there are people different in this world that there will always be hate and fear. So why not try to show them what we really are now? Why not fight back? They started this war."[/b]

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