Afternoon run, WHOOPS! I'm lost and its creepy here...

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((from the same limbo I've been in the past few months, which would be nowhere~OMG))

Decked out in a bright neon orange spandex suit as to avoid being hit by any oncoming traffic, Carla raced through the streets of Bayville at top speed. Yes, her top speed made being hit by a car or truck on the roads impossible, but any runner knows that you need to wear reflective clothing when running at night, and in Carla's own head, that's why she does it. The truth is, if she were to be hit by anything while she were in her super speed running-mode it would be strictly her fault by not paying attention to where she is going. Either way sometimes she just got into those moods where a bright orange spandex outfit made her feel better, so that is why she decided to wear one this evening.

Even though she has yet to slam into a tree or trip on any kind of road obstacle tonight, she should consider herself very lucky. As she took off from the Xavier mansion three minutes ago for an afternoon/evening stroll, her mind has been wandering at about the same pace her feet have been running (i.e. waaaay faster than that saying "a mile a minute"). Her thoughts wander as she runs and when she finally takes a look at her surroundings she realized she had no idea where she had wandered off to...

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((Whee, I'm gonna crash into this thread, and assume Carla slowed down enough to be really seen and talked to, at least. ^^;; Do slap me if it was wrong to do.))
((Anyway, Pez from the mall, kindasorta.))


After Pez had lost Jaden to some passing shiny, he decided to go home instead. This would have worked much better if Pez had had any sense of direction, of course. Taking a wrong turn somewhere along the line cause him to end up in some deserted area he couldn't remember being to before, so he just figured 'fuck it' and decided to take the opportunity to smoke instead.

Pez spent some time walking randomly and smoking, before he noticed some chick in a orange spandex suit that reminded him very much of what prisoners wore. Not that Pez had actually been to a real prison (so far, at least), but he'd watched much tv.

"Yanno, it's common sense to ditch the prison outfit quickly after you've escaped," he felt the need to comment. "The cops will have you picked up within an hour if you go on dressed like that."

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((OMG whee I had no idea you had replied! *bad chilli, bad bad chilli* Ummm but uhhh yeah Carla has slowed down to be seen and spoken too, and I don't think they've ever actually met, so I'm gonna assume Carla has no idea who he is, correct me if I'm wrong and I'll edit the post))

Carla was standing in the middle of nowhere, sticking out like a neon orange sore thumb pondering whether she should just turn around and go back the way she came or give herself a self induced "Fear Factor" and go investigate the spooky abandoned warehouse-y place she seems to have stumbled upon. She jumped a little when she heard a voice behind her talking about prison-bait and cops picking her up or something along those lines ((OMG chilli has a filthy mind, read into that however you wish m'dears))...

"Ummm I didn't come from jail...and I don't think a cop could catch me even on his bestest day, but thanks for the warning...Do you know what happened to this place? I mean why is it so creepy? If I go take a peek inside will like the floors fall underneath me? Who are you by the way? What are you doing here? Are you lost too? I don't think I've ever seen you before..." Carla began to ramble away as she eyeballed the short, green haired stranger.

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((I don't think they've met, no. And my keyboard/laptop is being an annoying bitch, so please ignore any missing t and r. ^^;;; It frustrates me. *kills it* And I dunno how much sense I'm making with things. x_X Wheee...))


"This place? Many years ago, some chick was thrown down a well here and left to die, and in revenge, she made a videotape that kills people and brings a creepy feeling to this... is it a warehouse? Hmm, maybe they don't have wells around here then." Pez pondered how to best apply the plot of 'The Ring' to an abandoned warehouse in Bayville before shrugging and deciding he didn't actually care.

"I'm Pez," he said, then gestured with his cigarette. "I'm smoking. You're lost? I'm not, I know exactly where I am." Of course, Pez was so lost he wasn't even sure he was still in Bayville, but he wasn't about to tell some unknown chick that. Speaking of which... Pez gave her another glance over to see if he did recognize her, and came to the conclusion that he didn't.

"Never seen you before either, I think, but Bayville's rather big and I'm not likely to remember in whatever case. You apparently don't live in this area, what with being lost and all."

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Carla watched as the little guy flicked his cigarette and used it to gesture to around at the various landscape. She listened intently as he described the poor girl and the videotape...then she got to pondering who uses videotapes anymore anyhow? She pursed her lips and pondered for a moment whether or not she could actually name someone who owned a VCR anymore...this was a difficult task.

After a few moments of spacing out, Carla snapped back to reality and once again realized she was lost, but this Pez person said he wasn't. "So you're not lost? Good. Which way is it back to ummm Bayville High?" Carla didn't like to really give out the name of the Xavier institute to strangers for fear that they may know about it or think it's some kind of Mental Institute or something...the high school she would be able to easily find her way home, no problem-o.

"And I'm Carla...I was out jogging..." She tugged on her orange jumpsuit, "Obviously and my mind was wandering and I ended up over here, wherever here is. Funny I've lived in Bayville for over a year now and I've never seen this place before. Is it really haunted or whatever? Have you ever been in there? I mean since you've been here before?" She asked with curious eyes.

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Pez had no idea how to get to Bayville High, but he figured he could always fake it. "Sure I know the way," he said and grinned. "You go in that direction towards those trashcans, then left, left, straight ahead, left, left, left, right, in direction towards the mall, right, right, and then you're there." Chances were anyone following those directions would end up in Canada before they got to Bayville High, and Pez was half-tempted to follow his own directions just to see where they lead. He'd already forgotten what he'd said though, and thus paid it no further thought.

Pez listened as Carla introduced herself, then blinked. "People actually jog? Willingly?" He knew Jaden did that occasionally, but Jaden did many weird things. "Are you sure you're not a prison escape? Cause I'd get running in that case." He then grinned as Carla asked about the place again.

"This place is very haunted, yeah," he answered and nodded. "It's one of those spookily-moving-around haunted places, which might be why you've never seen it before. It was at the opposite part of town the other week. I've been in it many times, I live there, on the thirteenth floor. It's hell to get my mail though, since the adress keep changing. Since it moves around so much." Pez dropped his finished cigarette and stepped on it, then bounced a little in place, wondering briefly if Carla actually believed anything he was saying.

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Carla tried to make a mental trace of Pez's directions before she realized that she wasn't familiar with the area enough to get a mental picture of what he was trying to say. That and left, left, left without any detail of how FAR she should go before turning LEFT didn't really help her much. She concluded that he was not one of those people who give directions well. Carla loves taking directions from people who are meticulously detailed cuz it makes her life so much easier when all she has to think is "go east a quarter mile and take a right, head south for about three miles and take a right, head west for half a block and take a left and you're there..."

She shrugged her shoulders as she forgoed Pez's directions and giggled when he was surprised that people nowadays still jog. "Oh, yes, I jog every day usually for 20 miles or so...it ummmm helps keep me at the top of my game. I'm a very good runner and I love to run outside as long as it's not slippery out cuz I tend to run rather quickly and I don't think I can afford to take a dive and hurt myself...that would be very bad." Carla nodded her head in agreement with herself on the word 'bad'.

She listened puzzled as Pez began to describe the moving haunted warehouse. "Well, if you're so worried about your mail then why don't you just get a P.O. box so you don't have to keep changing the address? I know lots of people back home who do that cuz they move around a lot but don't want the hastle of change of address forms...So do you live there now? Or are you living somewhere else and you just came here for nostalgic purposes?" She raised her eyebrows in curiousity and confusion as she began to comprehend *sortof* what Pez had just said...

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Pez blinked again. "So not only do you jog willingly, but you jog on purpose?" He shook his head a little, some people had real strange habits. "I can imagine falling would be bad for you if you're fast, but I bet it'd be hella fun for onlookers." Pez grinned at that, then part of what Carla had said earlier caught up with him.

"20 miles? Wow. That's a long bit to jog. Are you one of them insane Olympic contenstant people that only lives for whatever supposedly healthy sporty thing they do? ...say, do you happen to be related to Pietro Maximoff?" Pez gave her a suspiscious look. Carla didn't look very much like Pietro, but then again, neither did Wanda. On the other hand, Wanda wasn't exactly quick, unless it was the sort of quick that was closely followed by 'to anger', so Wanda was very unhelpful in this instance.

Pez mentally shrugged and figured he didn't really care either way, then giggled a little to himself since Carla apparently did believe him. Or maybe she was just humouring him. He was amused in any case, and decided to continue to make things up to see just when she'd call him on it.

"Oh, I'm not actually worried about my mail," Pez thus said, and lit a new cigarette. "I only get boring things like bills and ...fanmail and stuff. Yeah, I'm a rockstar, ya see. So such a place as this helps me avoid stalkers. But I really live in that big mansion thingie up on the hill or whatever. Yanno, the secluded place with the gates and intercom and such, typical rockstar stuff, yeah. I just lost my bodyguards in a freak accident involving some rabid fans and a couple of bunnies, which is why I'm here now." Pez blinked at himself. He had no clue anymore what he was saying, so he shrugged and stopped talking.

[DeathLordLa]

((From the streets, whee!))

For a while Jaden was convinced he had gotten into some kind of a 'Twilight Zone' timewarp, or alternative universe... or maybe got stuck in a giant snowglobe. All of the traditional signs were there. The light was different, the houses and stuff were funny looking, the people seemed a little shadey. In fact, one guy appeared to have been selling substances, and those guys were creepy since they seemed to just know if a guy had been hooked on anything before, even if years had gone by.

It took everything Jaden had to decline an offer from one of those guys, cause he had a damn good price for his stuff, though that usually meant it was mixed with things. Powered sugar or flower, or something. Not that any of that mattered since it was Bad and Wrong and Jaden made his own mini promise to pez when he started to like him that he wouldn't fall back to that shit. Hell, the two of them had gotten into a rather nasty bitch fight over Pez's addiction, so it just wouldn't have been fair to buy things.

Jaden sighed heavily and continued to trudge along, feeling a little more then depressed since Pez was nowhere in sight *yet*. Maybe he should have gotten...

"PEZ!" Jaden yipped, he could hardly believe what he was seeing! Pez had apparently gotten stuck in the time warp too! Now there was a point to existance and giving hugs and not drugs and such, Jaden had his Pez back.

"Darling, fucking tap dancing Satan on Romeo and Juliet's grave! I was scared I lost you again, how'd you get in the warp? OH MY FUCKING DIETY, Carla? The Hell? Oh shit, I swear if anything's going on I'll fucking spill some blood. Oh, hehe, I sure can drop the EFF BOMB a lot, and silly Pez, I know you wouldn't do that. I think maybe my brain exploded, cuz I missed you," Jaden started in on his usual rambles as he ran over to Pez as fast as his legs would allow. He really had been scared, but now... now the sun could shine and nobody would have to die!

Jaden threw himself at Pez with everthing he had, wrapping his arms around the other boy tightly and kissing him on the cheek. He didn't really care if Pez would later be annoyed by it, because all that mattered now was Pez, and Jaden had found him again.

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Carla twinged at the mention of Pietro Maximoff. She knew he who he was and saw him around school but hated being compared with him, mainly because of who his father is and all the bad things he does for him and the things he did to the X-Men in the brotherhood.

"Umm no I'm not related to Pietro, and yes I really do run voluntarily of my own free will. No, I'm not an olympic runner or anything, I uhhh just like to stay in shape and running is the best exercise for that cuz it works out everything for the most part and it teaches you discipline and stuff...or at least that's what the Professor umm coach tells me..." She paused for a moment to think if she answered all of Pez's question before continuing.

"So you're a rockstar?!" Carla gave him a puzzled look up and down. "Well, I suppose that would explain the hair...actually you kinda look like you could be one...what band are you in? And what do you do? I bet you're the drummer or something, you look like you could be a drummer...."

She rambled on incessantly about drummers and rock bands and didn't even notice Jaden come up to them and kiss Pez on the cheek. She was amidst looking at her hands flailing around as she got more and more enthused about rock bands and drummers and guitar players and she squealed. "Jaden! Hiya! What are you doing here? And I see you know Pez...umm he's a rockstar and lives in that disappearing reappearing warehouse over there..."

Carla glanced behind her to make sure that the warehouse that she was referring to was still in the place it was when she last looked at it. She didn't want to seem crazy in case there was no warehouse to be referring to...

((sorry took so long guys, I've been pretty preoccupied lately...but umm if you want to pull them outta here, feel free to just have them take off as Carla's got her back turned ))

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Pez listened with some amusement to Carla's ramblings, while trying to decide which road of lies to go down next. There was always the option to claim to be somehow related to Kurt Cobain, or possibly a secret ninja sent to assassinate Richard Gere or something. All those thoughts were forgotten when Pez heard a very familiar voice calling his name. Pez's head snapped up and he caught sight of Jaden running towards him.

"Jaden!" Pez exclaimed and smiled widely, not getting a chance to do much else beside quickly dropping his cigarette and stepping on it before he was attack-hugged by the other boy. Pez was rather pleased to see he'd been missed, even if he didn't like Jaden to worry, and hugged Jaden back and petted his hair some.

"Hey, missed you too, hope your brain didn't actually explode. I was on my way back to the boarding house, but, yanno, the usual stuff and shit." Pez gave Jaden a quick kiss, then giggled at Carla. That chick was much fun, and apparently quite gullible. Though he would've prefered to be alone with Jaden, but that was always the case. Pez hmm-ed and put his head on Jaden's shoulder, then giggled a little.

"I think the warehouse is moving again," he noted. "Whatcha say, Carla, don't you think it was closer to that house over there just a while ago?"

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Jaden was entirely too busy burrying his face in Pez's hair to listen much to whatever bull Carla was rambling about. Something about Pez and rockstar's and moving buildings. He even snorted and bit Pez's head when he started in on it too.

Obviously neither of them had been in a parallel universe before, and didn't seem to realize those things happened. That knowledge didn't keep Jaden from eyeballing the warehouse anyway, it might be interesting to watch one move.

Seeing nothing, Jaden snorted some more and gave Pez's hair a hard tug with his teeth.

"Excuse you, excuse you both actually, but don't ya'll think it's a little cold to be running around like possesed skinless children? Besides, we don't want to be stuck here! Who knows when another realmway, or, yeah, whenever one of those would open. I have a guest at the house, and she may not like it if I get lost in another universe, cuz, really, it's rude," Jaden paused and carefully considered what he was saying, trying to decide if he should elaborate while doing so anyway, "Then again, she was fucking boring, cuz, yanno, she's done it alllllll and seen it allllll and she's a mermaid ghost. Huh, that makes sense then, nevermind. Guess when you're a merghost it's kinda hard to not see it all. She has my room in any case, which meeeans I'm sleeping with yoouuu. Not like that's new either, oh well!"

Jaden quited down for a few moments while still holding onto Pez. It didn't take him long to become bored of that, so he kissed Pez on the forehead and wandered off somewhere close by to see if he could make rocks float with his mind.

He most definately couldn't.

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I think the warehouse is moving again. Whatcha say, Carla, don't you think it was closer to that house over there just a while ago?

As Carla was turned around to make sure that the warehouse was still there she heard Pez. She tiled her head drastically to the right and tried to remember exactly how close to the house it WAS when she first arrived there. She squinted her eyes and pursed her lips but couldn't remember how close to the house it was...

"Hmmm I don't know..." she said as she turned around to see Jaden huffing and puffing at a rock at his feet. She giggled slightly because that was the same frustrated/concentrating face Jean used to make when she was trying to levitate a book back when her powers were just manifesting.

"Well either way shouldn't you like go into the warehouse? I mean if it really does shift on you, aren't you afraid it's gonna disappear before you can get home? Then what are you supposed to do? I mean its pretty late out, and kinda spooky out here. I wouldn't want to be stuck over here with no place to go because the warehouse has disappeared again..."

She paused and pondered over Jaden's whole alternate realm-thing she heard Jaden mention..."Hey, when you're in the warehouse and it disappears, where do you go? I mean when it reappears somewhere else can you like go outside and hang around the new place for awile like you're doing now? Or are you stuck inside the entire time until you come back? Do you really go to another dimension? Ooooh that would be kinda neat, like you have your own personal teleportation device to take you to other worlds!"

Carla's head began to spin trying to comprehend all of this. This creepy warehouse was turning out to be cooler and more complicated than she initially thought...

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((I have absolutely no idea how much sense this is making. My stomach hurts. >_O And Pez decided to run like whoa with scissors random thoughts.))


Pez involuntarily twitched a little as Jaden tugged at his hair, more out of habit than actual pain. He'd assumed long ago all the hair dye and the like he used had permanently numbed his scalp or something, because that sure seemed to be the case. It'd possibly resulted in his hair being toxic too, which would be quite nifty, but bad if Jaden decided to gnaw on it. Unless it turned out to have the same psychadelic effect as licking toxic frogs, in which case Jaden probably still shouldn't gnaw on it. Jaden did not need to any outside psychadelic forces to influence his mind. Pez giggled and tugged a little at his hair. He frowned over the fact that it wasn't long enough so he could lick it himself, while filtering through what Jaden was saying and trying to figure out the entire 'another universe' thing.

"You found another random person and-or thing?" Pez noted, briefly wondering if mermaid ghosts would prefer to haunt toilets. "Huh. You would be such a great recruiter for cults. Oh! We should start a cult or something. That'd be fun. Boring people suck, can I smack her with a frying pan? Can I fry her in a frying pan, if she's a mermaid and everything? Whatever. I like sleeping with you, so that's good."

Pez smiled at Jaden and hugged him some more, then bounced a little in place and looked after Jaden as he left. He tried to keep track of what Carla was saying, while also thinking of fun ideas for cults. Possibly involving psychadelic frogs.

"Hmm, you make very good points with those questions of yours," Pez informed Carla. Since he'd sort of missed exactly what most of her questions was about, he settled for a more general lie. "Alas, if I tell you I have to kill you, since those answers are all slightly related to the answer to 'what's the meaning of life?' and the aliens don't like people knowing that. Oh, I don't need a warehouse to go to other dimensions, I've got those new funky mutations and shit that means I can teleport where ever I wanna. And stuff. Hey, there's no psychadelic frogs around here, is there?"

Humming a little to himself, Pez realized that for whatever reason, he was talking to some random chick, while Jaden was nearby and not talking to random people. He might be talking telepathically to random rocks though, but Pez didn't think anyone'd mind much if Pez interrupted that. So Pez bounced a little more and grinned at Carla.

"Oh well, it was something-or-another meeting you and stuff, I'm gonna skedaddle now. Have fun finding Bayville High, whatever you plan on doing there this late at night. Hope it's vandalism." With that, Pez gave Carla a little wave, then walked over to Jaden and kissed his cheek.

"Hey babe, come to this dimension often? So, whatcha say, wanna go back home or wreck some mayhem downtown?"

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The rocks just weren't moving, no matter how hard Jaden squinted and grunted at them with all the powers of Hell. Obviously he did not have any rock moving powers, and using the Hell powers only served to give Jaden a wicked headache. Jaden figured that was appropriate enough though, since wicked things and Hell kinda went hand in hand. Then again anything good to one person could be wicked to another, and vice versa... meaning everything was either damned, or automatically going to Heaven.

Of course that was all complete bull to Jaden, seeing as how 'heaven' and 'hell' could easily just be alternate dimesnions or whatever, kind of like the place he and Pez were in now.

Almost like Pez Jaden was thinking of him, he appeared and kissed his cheek, startling Jaden from his thoughts with a squeak. He smiled and moved to counterkiss Pez on the nose, then stood up and snagged Pez's hands, starting to sing and dance.

"I know I know for sure, that life is beautiful around the world. I know I know it's you, you say 'Hello' and then I say 'I do'," Jaden sang loudly and giggled. He stopped dancing shortly afterwards and ran a quick circle around Pez.

"I don't think I come here that often, dunno though. Um, hmm, I dunno! Are you tired? You must be cold, I think we should go home so you can get warm and such. It is cold, right?" Jaden assualted Pez with questions concering his health, then looked back to where Carla was, "Hey! Nice seeing you again! You're seriously hot, but I don't think orange is your color... red. Red is, most definately! Bye!"

Jaden gave his surroundings a quick glance, trying to determine where he came from, then shrugged, laced his fingers with Pez's, and walked off in a random direction. Adventures awaited the two, it was just a matter of finding them.

(I DUNNO WHERE THE HELL THEY'RE GOING! Streets maybe, because I'm easily amused.)