Post by Carter Ghazikhanian on Jan 23, 2008 0:08:34 GMT -5
Basic Stats
Name: Carter Ghazikhanian
Codename: Fathom
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Occupation: Law Clerk
Place of Birth: Cherry Hill, New Jersey
Place of Residence: Manhattan
Known Relatives: Annie Ghazikhanian (mother)
Alliance: Undecided
Physical Stats
Height: 6’1
Weight: 167 lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Messy shocks that vary from blond to light brown.
Avatar: Jamison Scott
Abilities
Mutation: Carter Ghazikhanian is a mutant gifted with the powers of telepathy and telekinesis. However, his telepathy is, by far, the better developed of the two, leading him to toy around with the idea of adopting the codename Fathom.
As an accomplished telepath, Carter is capable of reading and broadcasting thoughts over a 20 mile radius, his standard range. He can create psychic channels with others which remain as connections to them until they move out of range or fall unconscious. These mental links allow for remote tracking and communication. Carter can detect, track and even mask psychic signatures within his range from Cerebro-like devices and other telepaths. He can shield his own thoughts and the thoughts of others from other psychics as well. Offensively, Carter is able to invade and alter the minds of others and, when dealing with weak-willed individuals in his immediate vicinity, seize control of their bodies directly or force them to obey his commands. In addition, he can telepathically “download” or “upload” information from those within 20 feet of his person but must do so one at a time. The psi can directly attack the minds of others or fire psionic force bolts which affect the victim’s mind upon impact causing pain, unconsciousness, brain damage or even death depending on their “setting”. He can access the astral plane and travel about 100 miles through astral projection. Carter can manifest simulacrums of himself while doing so. By altering the perceptions of others, he is able to cast telepathic illusions which can be as simple as changing his own appearance or as intricate as creating a new environment. This ability is limited by the number of minds he wishes to affect and the complexity of what he wishes to accomplish.
Like all telepaths, Carter is unable to affect or interact with artificial intelligences and other machines. He can be hampered by various psychic blocks and inhibitors. In addition, Carter hasn’t spent much time on the astral plane so he is inexperienced at astral combat. This gives other psychics an edge over him to a certain point. Unlike other telepaths, Carter can use his abilities without arousing the attention of other psychics. His natural affinity for his telepathy has afforded him stealth and subtlety in the exercise of his powers. Likewise, Carter’s telepathic illusions can be made solid with the help of his telekinesis.
Carter views his telekinesis as a secondary ability because of it’s limited nature. He cannot move more than roughly his own weight. Thus, while he can levitate himself several feet off the ground, he cannot actually fly for the time being. Despite this, Carter is able to utilize his telekinesis with remarkable dexterity and can execute maneuvers with near-perfect precision.
Skills: Carter has the gift-of-gab. He just knows what to say and when to say it. The young man is supremely confident in himself, almost to the point that he believes that he cannot be wrong. Thus, he never second-guesses himself. He has a sharp wit and can process information on the run. He’s a fairly capable fighter and can hold his own against opponents who are somewhat smaller than him, but he usually lets his powers do the fighting for him.
Personality: The psychic is typically rather easy-going and care-free. He's not hard to get along with on most occasions if the person is careful not to upset him. In fact, Carter would go out of his way to entertain or accommodate friends. However, his abrasive nature doesn't necessarily lend itself to making many. The young man doesn't particularly mind though; he's fiercely independent and is perfectly happy on his own, fewer complications that way.
Carter utilizes humor heavily, not in the form of jokes but in observations. He can't resist any opportunity to inject humor into a situation, especially the chance to twist words around on people. However, the young man has a way of wording and inflection that seems to make everything come off light-hearted and facetious. This reflects his attitude towards life: he'd rather laugh than get angry. It's this outlook that allows him to be so relaxed about everything, sometimes to the point of insensitivity. The telepath isn't easily motivated by ideologies or sob stories; he usually judges others on actions alone and decides whether or not to stand by them based on that. Carter views any classifications other than family and friends as arbitrary and thus shows no inherent loyalty towards them. He's adopted a devil-may-care attitude and shows very little sympathy for the plight of others. If he doesn't know and like you, he can't be bothered. Still, he is sociable enough when approached; he just won't go out of his way to be friendly. If he likes you, he'll become more affable and eventually warm up to you. If not, then you get the cold shoulder or the silent treatment.
Despite what his behavior might lead some to believe, Carter is a pretty perceptive guy. He's well-educated, stays current on the issues and knows his way around an argument. However, his opinions aren't what many would consider conventional or appropriate. Carter doesn't go out of his way to set himself apart like so many others; he just naturally thinks that way. For example, the young man believes that America is an oligarchy and has called the Founding Fathers some of the greatest racketeers to ever have lived. Carter is equally blunt when confronting others and has no problem pointing out their character flaws or informing them why they annoy him.
He's confident, sometimes to the point of being brazen, yet still manages to be suave and charming at the same time. The latter has to do with his style of confrontation; he plays at it. Carter isn't one to dislike anyone based just on the side they've taken; it's another story if you try to convert him however. He's fairly stubborn, pig-headed even, and once he makes up his mind it's very hard to convince him to change his view on the matter. Because of this, the psi hates being lectured and just preachers in general. It's sort of why Xavier and Mormons among others get on his nerves. They're the only type of people who can foul up his mood. When dealing with such individuals, Carter has no problem with resorting to violence but otherwise, he isn't particularly trigger-happy. That would mean getting worked-up over something and the young man doesn't see the point in doing that. He likes things to go as smoothly and conveniently as possible, though a challenge wouldn't upset him. He has an obsessive-compulsive need to keep busy at all times, usually doing something he deems "fun" but any sort of task will do, even tackling a problem.
History: Carter Ghazikhanian was raised by his mother Annie in a quiet New Jersey subdivision. Being a registered nurse, his mother had brought in enough money for the two of them to live comfortably. Carter never missed the father he never knew because his mother was always there to fill in the gap that the man had left behind. She drove him to Little League, shot hoops with him on the weekends, taught him how to catch a football and the like. The boy had a pretty unremarkable childhood, at least, until the day he developed his telepathy. Carter was eight at the time, stepping up to bat when the disembodied voices began shouting at him from out of nowhere. The pain and confusion of everyone talking inside his head was almost unbearable, but just as suddenly as they had come, they had gone. Among the chorus that had assaulted him, his fledgling telepathy had instinctively picked out a particular voice. Carter would later realize, after anticipating the curve ball, that it had been the pitcher’s.
He tried to explain to his mom that he was hearing people in his head but his mother simply told him that he was too old to be talking to imaginary friends. Carter realized then that he should probably keep his little secret to himself. The voices would come and go as his telepathy began developing in earnest. Pretty soon, they became constant, so much so that Carter began ignoring them. Subconsciously, his telepathy began to filter out the voices for him until his head was silent once more. Predictably, Carter began to miss them and he worked on trying to summon the voices back. He made his first attempt in the classroom figuring that there were more voices for him to try and listen to. Coincidentally, the teacher announced a pop quiz and the first thoughts that Carter picked up on were the class brains going over the possible answers in their heads. Sure enough, the nerds had been right. Carter felt guilty putting down the answers but he couldn’t bring himself to write the wrong answers intentionally.
Later that day, the boy resolved that he had some kind of ESP. Already an avid science-fiction fan, it didn’t take much to convince the kid that he had mental powers. Carter hit up the library for books on the subject and proceeded to compare the theories with what he’d done. The material that he poured over sold him on the fact that he was indeed a psychic and the fledgling psi began to experiment with all the feats listed in the books. After years of trial and error, his powers became a part of his everyday life. Carter didn’t hesitate to use them like one would use any other talent. His telepathy allowed him to breeze through the rest of middle school and into highschool without much effort. It was during this time that he developed his obsessive-compulsive need to be entertained. The teen grew bored quite easily because he had too much time on his hands from not having to study like everyone else. On a whim, the psi decided to try a few other psychic powers out to see if he had those too, just to pass the time. Learning telekinesis and astral projection kept him busy through the rest of highschool. By the time he entered college, Carter had a rudimentary understanding of his new abilities. Perfecting them took another year or two but by then he had discovered the joys of the one night stand.
The telepath first met Moira MacTaggert during a guest genetics lecture on mutation she'd given at Columbia. Carter, then a sophomore, hadn't believed her theory on human evolution. It had seemed so absurd at the time. Really, people with wings and laser beam eyes? His own condition wasn't enough to persuade him either; ESP was tame compared to some of the things that Dr. McTaggert had cited as possibilities. Being the cocky bastard that he is, Carter had tried to confront her afterwards and question the validity of her work. She had only smiled in response, instructing him to contact her when he wanted to come to grips with his condition. Strangely enough, he did. The two of them became fast friends and Carter developed a profound respect for the researcher. She devoted quite a large amount of time and resources to help him work with his powers; it was the main reason for his rapid progress. In exchange, the telepath agreed to complete a few tasks for Ms. MacTaggert in the event that they should become necessary. However, despite everything else, he still didn't quite completely buy the whole mutant thing.
After getting his diploma, Carter moved to New York permanently and tried his hand at Wallstreet. He made quite a lot of money but found it too boring to bear so he quit after a few months. The young man was between jobs when Kelly began his rantings about people he called mutants. Carter couldn't help but be amused by it and called Ms. MacTaggert up that night to concede that she'd been right all along. So... he was a mutant. Carter thought that it was good to know but the revelation had no impact on the way he lived his life. The more the young man heard about others of his "kind" the more he thought the idea that some old man in Washington believed he could police the mutant population to be laughable. He wasn't worried. Shortly afterwards, he read about some sort of mutant terrorist attack on Liberty Island but shrugged it off like he did most things. The young man didn’t feel any more solidarity with other mutants than he did with other white guys.
Eventually, Carter found his way to the law firm where he works now. Technically, the telepath didn’t need to hold down a job, but he felt the need to get out of the house on a regular basis so he figured why not. He ended up not actually working much anyway. Though Carter is listed as a clerk, he never ran around doing research for the firm’s attorneys because of his uncanny ability to “predict” how the other side would present their arguments. The enterprising young man quickly worked out an arrangement where he was paid top dollar for his “advice” soon after, leaving him with a highly flexible schedule.
After arriving at Xavier's house all those months ago, Carter had spent a week or two figuring the place out. Somehow, the X-Men's secret wasn't as tantalizing as he'd thought it'd be. The virus made up for it though. After a majority of the place got sick, Ms. McTaggert informed him of his first task. That's when he'd met the others like himself. She'd mentored all of them too, probably for the same reason. Together, they found out where the cure was being kept and informed the X-Men. Carter was present when everyone available was called to help retrieve it. He didn't do too much though for fear of giving his secret away.
Afterwards, things returned to normal and the psi stayed on at Xavier's at Moira's request. It isn't as bad as he'd initially thought; the X-Men and himself have come to a mutual understanding. For the moment, he's decided to focus on his relationship with Mindee. Carter has genuine feelings for her but she's just really young. Breakups are so awkward... he isn't looking forward to it. Other than that, the psychic has decided to try to get to know the others better, swap stories and the like. Anything to pass the time...
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Player Information:
Name: Dave
Age: 21
Contact Information: sonofninedragons [aim]
Other Characters: Not at the moment.
Name: Carter Ghazikhanian
Codename
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Occupation: Law Clerk
Place of Birth: Cherry Hill, New Jersey
Place of Residence: Manhattan
Known Relatives: Annie Ghazikhanian (mother)
Alliance: Undecided
Physical Stats
Height: 6’1
Weight: 167 lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Messy shocks that vary from blond to light brown.
Avatar: Jamison Scott
Abilities
Mutation: Carter Ghazikhanian is a mutant gifted with the powers of telepathy and telekinesis. However, his telepathy is, by far, the better developed of the two, leading him to toy around with the idea of adopting the codename Fathom.
As an accomplished telepath, Carter is capable of reading and broadcasting thoughts over a 20 mile radius, his standard range. He can create psychic channels with others which remain as connections to them until they move out of range or fall unconscious. These mental links allow for remote tracking and communication. Carter can detect, track and even mask psychic signatures within his range from Cerebro-like devices and other telepaths. He can shield his own thoughts and the thoughts of others from other psychics as well. Offensively, Carter is able to invade and alter the minds of others and, when dealing with weak-willed individuals in his immediate vicinity, seize control of their bodies directly or force them to obey his commands. In addition, he can telepathically “download” or “upload” information from those within 20 feet of his person but must do so one at a time. The psi can directly attack the minds of others or fire psionic force bolts which affect the victim’s mind upon impact causing pain, unconsciousness, brain damage or even death depending on their “setting”. He can access the astral plane and travel about 100 miles through astral projection. Carter can manifest simulacrums of himself while doing so. By altering the perceptions of others, he is able to cast telepathic illusions which can be as simple as changing his own appearance or as intricate as creating a new environment. This ability is limited by the number of minds he wishes to affect and the complexity of what he wishes to accomplish.
Like all telepaths, Carter is unable to affect or interact with artificial intelligences and other machines. He can be hampered by various psychic blocks and inhibitors. In addition, Carter hasn’t spent much time on the astral plane so he is inexperienced at astral combat. This gives other psychics an edge over him to a certain point. Unlike other telepaths, Carter can use his abilities without arousing the attention of other psychics. His natural affinity for his telepathy has afforded him stealth and subtlety in the exercise of his powers. Likewise, Carter’s telepathic illusions can be made solid with the help of his telekinesis.
Carter views his telekinesis as a secondary ability because of it’s limited nature. He cannot move more than roughly his own weight. Thus, while he can levitate himself several feet off the ground, he cannot actually fly for the time being. Despite this, Carter is able to utilize his telekinesis with remarkable dexterity and can execute maneuvers with near-perfect precision.
Skills: Carter has the gift-of-gab. He just knows what to say and when to say it. The young man is supremely confident in himself, almost to the point that he believes that he cannot be wrong. Thus, he never second-guesses himself. He has a sharp wit and can process information on the run. He’s a fairly capable fighter and can hold his own against opponents who are somewhat smaller than him, but he usually lets his powers do the fighting for him.
Personality: The psychic is typically rather easy-going and care-free. He's not hard to get along with on most occasions if the person is careful not to upset him. In fact, Carter would go out of his way to entertain or accommodate friends. However, his abrasive nature doesn't necessarily lend itself to making many. The young man doesn't particularly mind though; he's fiercely independent and is perfectly happy on his own, fewer complications that way.
Carter utilizes humor heavily, not in the form of jokes but in observations. He can't resist any opportunity to inject humor into a situation, especially the chance to twist words around on people. However, the young man has a way of wording and inflection that seems to make everything come off light-hearted and facetious. This reflects his attitude towards life: he'd rather laugh than get angry. It's this outlook that allows him to be so relaxed about everything, sometimes to the point of insensitivity. The telepath isn't easily motivated by ideologies or sob stories; he usually judges others on actions alone and decides whether or not to stand by them based on that. Carter views any classifications other than family and friends as arbitrary and thus shows no inherent loyalty towards them. He's adopted a devil-may-care attitude and shows very little sympathy for the plight of others. If he doesn't know and like you, he can't be bothered. Still, he is sociable enough when approached; he just won't go out of his way to be friendly. If he likes you, he'll become more affable and eventually warm up to you. If not, then you get the cold shoulder or the silent treatment.
Despite what his behavior might lead some to believe, Carter is a pretty perceptive guy. He's well-educated, stays current on the issues and knows his way around an argument. However, his opinions aren't what many would consider conventional or appropriate. Carter doesn't go out of his way to set himself apart like so many others; he just naturally thinks that way. For example, the young man believes that America is an oligarchy and has called the Founding Fathers some of the greatest racketeers to ever have lived. Carter is equally blunt when confronting others and has no problem pointing out their character flaws or informing them why they annoy him.
He's confident, sometimes to the point of being brazen, yet still manages to be suave and charming at the same time. The latter has to do with his style of confrontation; he plays at it. Carter isn't one to dislike anyone based just on the side they've taken; it's another story if you try to convert him however. He's fairly stubborn, pig-headed even, and once he makes up his mind it's very hard to convince him to change his view on the matter. Because of this, the psi hates being lectured and just preachers in general. It's sort of why Xavier and Mormons among others get on his nerves. They're the only type of people who can foul up his mood. When dealing with such individuals, Carter has no problem with resorting to violence but otherwise, he isn't particularly trigger-happy. That would mean getting worked-up over something and the young man doesn't see the point in doing that. He likes things to go as smoothly and conveniently as possible, though a challenge wouldn't upset him. He has an obsessive-compulsive need to keep busy at all times, usually doing something he deems "fun" but any sort of task will do, even tackling a problem.
History: Carter Ghazikhanian was raised by his mother Annie in a quiet New Jersey subdivision. Being a registered nurse, his mother had brought in enough money for the two of them to live comfortably. Carter never missed the father he never knew because his mother was always there to fill in the gap that the man had left behind. She drove him to Little League, shot hoops with him on the weekends, taught him how to catch a football and the like. The boy had a pretty unremarkable childhood, at least, until the day he developed his telepathy. Carter was eight at the time, stepping up to bat when the disembodied voices began shouting at him from out of nowhere. The pain and confusion of everyone talking inside his head was almost unbearable, but just as suddenly as they had come, they had gone. Among the chorus that had assaulted him, his fledgling telepathy had instinctively picked out a particular voice. Carter would later realize, after anticipating the curve ball, that it had been the pitcher’s.
He tried to explain to his mom that he was hearing people in his head but his mother simply told him that he was too old to be talking to imaginary friends. Carter realized then that he should probably keep his little secret to himself. The voices would come and go as his telepathy began developing in earnest. Pretty soon, they became constant, so much so that Carter began ignoring them. Subconsciously, his telepathy began to filter out the voices for him until his head was silent once more. Predictably, Carter began to miss them and he worked on trying to summon the voices back. He made his first attempt in the classroom figuring that there were more voices for him to try and listen to. Coincidentally, the teacher announced a pop quiz and the first thoughts that Carter picked up on were the class brains going over the possible answers in their heads. Sure enough, the nerds had been right. Carter felt guilty putting down the answers but he couldn’t bring himself to write the wrong answers intentionally.
Later that day, the boy resolved that he had some kind of ESP. Already an avid science-fiction fan, it didn’t take much to convince the kid that he had mental powers. Carter hit up the library for books on the subject and proceeded to compare the theories with what he’d done. The material that he poured over sold him on the fact that he was indeed a psychic and the fledgling psi began to experiment with all the feats listed in the books. After years of trial and error, his powers became a part of his everyday life. Carter didn’t hesitate to use them like one would use any other talent. His telepathy allowed him to breeze through the rest of middle school and into highschool without much effort. It was during this time that he developed his obsessive-compulsive need to be entertained. The teen grew bored quite easily because he had too much time on his hands from not having to study like everyone else. On a whim, the psi decided to try a few other psychic powers out to see if he had those too, just to pass the time. Learning telekinesis and astral projection kept him busy through the rest of highschool. By the time he entered college, Carter had a rudimentary understanding of his new abilities. Perfecting them took another year or two but by then he had discovered the joys of the one night stand.
The telepath first met Moira MacTaggert during a guest genetics lecture on mutation she'd given at Columbia. Carter, then a sophomore, hadn't believed her theory on human evolution. It had seemed so absurd at the time. Really, people with wings and laser beam eyes? His own condition wasn't enough to persuade him either; ESP was tame compared to some of the things that Dr. McTaggert had cited as possibilities. Being the cocky bastard that he is, Carter had tried to confront her afterwards and question the validity of her work. She had only smiled in response, instructing him to contact her when he wanted to come to grips with his condition. Strangely enough, he did. The two of them became fast friends and Carter developed a profound respect for the researcher. She devoted quite a large amount of time and resources to help him work with his powers; it was the main reason for his rapid progress. In exchange, the telepath agreed to complete a few tasks for Ms. MacTaggert in the event that they should become necessary. However, despite everything else, he still didn't quite completely buy the whole mutant thing.
After getting his diploma, Carter moved to New York permanently and tried his hand at Wallstreet. He made quite a lot of money but found it too boring to bear so he quit after a few months. The young man was between jobs when Kelly began his rantings about people he called mutants. Carter couldn't help but be amused by it and called Ms. MacTaggert up that night to concede that she'd been right all along. So... he was a mutant. Carter thought that it was good to know but the revelation had no impact on the way he lived his life. The more the young man heard about others of his "kind" the more he thought the idea that some old man in Washington believed he could police the mutant population to be laughable. He wasn't worried. Shortly afterwards, he read about some sort of mutant terrorist attack on Liberty Island but shrugged it off like he did most things. The young man didn’t feel any more solidarity with other mutants than he did with other white guys.
Eventually, Carter found his way to the law firm where he works now. Technically, the telepath didn’t need to hold down a job, but he felt the need to get out of the house on a regular basis so he figured why not. He ended up not actually working much anyway. Though Carter is listed as a clerk, he never ran around doing research for the firm’s attorneys because of his uncanny ability to “predict” how the other side would present their arguments. The enterprising young man quickly worked out an arrangement where he was paid top dollar for his “advice” soon after, leaving him with a highly flexible schedule.
After arriving at Xavier's house all those months ago, Carter had spent a week or two figuring the place out. Somehow, the X-Men's secret wasn't as tantalizing as he'd thought it'd be. The virus made up for it though. After a majority of the place got sick, Ms. McTaggert informed him of his first task. That's when he'd met the others like himself. She'd mentored all of them too, probably for the same reason. Together, they found out where the cure was being kept and informed the X-Men. Carter was present when everyone available was called to help retrieve it. He didn't do too much though for fear of giving his secret away.
Afterwards, things returned to normal and the psi stayed on at Xavier's at Moira's request. It isn't as bad as he'd initially thought; the X-Men and himself have come to a mutual understanding. For the moment, he's decided to focus on his relationship with Mindee. Carter has genuine feelings for her but she's just really young. Breakups are so awkward... he isn't looking forward to it. Other than that, the psychic has decided to try to get to know the others better, swap stories and the like. Anything to pass the time...
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Timmy continued to ogle the waitress while Lexa placed her order and only returned his attention to her when his sister began speaking to him again. Dangit, he thought, Why couldn't she have been hungry today? Despite his reservations about taking his eyes off the hot-looking blonde, Tim nonetheless turned to face Lexa as she vented her problems to him. Watching his sister pick through her hair absentmindedly, he couldn't help but be reminded of their mother, Irene. That's where Lexa had acquired the habit from of course; their mother used to brush through her hair, fidgeting with it every time she was nervous.
The young mutant remembered a particularly amusing occurrence that involved her peculiar habit. He was about seven when it happened. His mother was speeding down the highway again - another habit Lexa would pick up in the near future - when the sound of police sirens caused her to finally slow to a stop. Tim had been seated behind his mom on the driver's side next to Lexa who occupied the middle seat of the family car between himself and Christie. Philip, as usual, was perched in the passenger seat. From his vantage point, young Timmy had a great view of the officer strolling up to his mother's window to confront her about her speeding. This of course made Irene nervous which in turn caused her to run her hand repeatedly through her hair as she addressed the officer. Somehow, he got it in his mind that she was flirting with him. His mother, 34 at the time, was quite the looker and so the cop made the mistake of hitting on her. The smack was almost instantaneous and elicited a round of laughter from everyone in the car, including Irene. The only one who wasn't laughing was the traffic cop, who stormed away leaving his mother with a $300 ticket.
Timothy was brought back to the conversation at hand when Lexa mentioned that she hated lawyers. He couldn't help but find the irony highly humorous, especially when she mentioned that they made life difficult. You have no idea dear sister! Tim thought, grinning at her as Lexa continued to rant. Wow, this shit is depressing me and I didn't even experience it. Oh well, that's what she gets for being a lawyer... Timmy didn't say any of those things of course. No matter how annoyingly overbearing Lexa was, he still loved her. That love and the utter fear of ticking his sister off when she was in a bad mood kept his mouth firmly sealed until he could think up something else to say. He didn't think "That sucks!" would cut it. "You asked for it," probably wouldn't work either.
"Hrm..." he began, buying himself time to think while ending the conspicuous silence. "I can't do anything about the lawyers... you're gonna have to figure out that one yourself. But.... I think I might be able to help you with your shoe problem." Tim winked at his sister, indicating that he intended to use his powers on them. He wouldn't say anything else though. Timmy wanted Lexa to ask him to use his powers for trivial reasons. The anticipated satisfaction was enough to bring a smile to his lips.
The young mutant remembered a particularly amusing occurrence that involved her peculiar habit. He was about seven when it happened. His mother was speeding down the highway again - another habit Lexa would pick up in the near future - when the sound of police sirens caused her to finally slow to a stop. Tim had been seated behind his mom on the driver's side next to Lexa who occupied the middle seat of the family car between himself and Christie. Philip, as usual, was perched in the passenger seat. From his vantage point, young Timmy had a great view of the officer strolling up to his mother's window to confront her about her speeding. This of course made Irene nervous which in turn caused her to run her hand repeatedly through her hair as she addressed the officer. Somehow, he got it in his mind that she was flirting with him. His mother, 34 at the time, was quite the looker and so the cop made the mistake of hitting on her. The smack was almost instantaneous and elicited a round of laughter from everyone in the car, including Irene. The only one who wasn't laughing was the traffic cop, who stormed away leaving his mother with a $300 ticket.
Timothy was brought back to the conversation at hand when Lexa mentioned that she hated lawyers. He couldn't help but find the irony highly humorous, especially when she mentioned that they made life difficult. You have no idea dear sister! Tim thought, grinning at her as Lexa continued to rant. Wow, this shit is depressing me and I didn't even experience it. Oh well, that's what she gets for being a lawyer... Timmy didn't say any of those things of course. No matter how annoyingly overbearing Lexa was, he still loved her. That love and the utter fear of ticking his sister off when she was in a bad mood kept his mouth firmly sealed until he could think up something else to say. He didn't think "That sucks!" would cut it. "You asked for it," probably wouldn't work either.
"Hrm..." he began, buying himself time to think while ending the conspicuous silence. "I can't do anything about the lawyers... you're gonna have to figure out that one yourself. But.... I think I might be able to help you with your shoe problem." Tim winked at his sister, indicating that he intended to use his powers on them. He wouldn't say anything else though. Timmy wanted Lexa to ask him to use his powers for trivial reasons. The anticipated satisfaction was enough to bring a smile to his lips.
Player Information:
Name: Dave
Age: 21
Contact Information: sonofninedragons [aim]
Other Characters: Not at the moment.