urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:your_talents your_talents tj_mccarron@yahoo.com your_talents 2012-01-22T16:14:20Z urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:your_talents:2123 2012-01-22T16:14:20Z 2012-01-22T16:14:20Z Lisa stepped away from the stereo, having put on her favorite background noise cd, thunderstorms. She gave a glance across the room at Julian, and they exchanged smiles and nods. She then advanced on the bed, heels clicking against the floor, eying the person waiting for her.<br /><br />&quot;Alright Minnie...&quot;&#160;She says quietly. &quot;You understand the rules of the game?&quot; Her lips curl into a canine-exposing smile. urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:your_talents:2016 2011-09-06T03:00:23Z 2011-09-06T03:00:23Z Lisa reclined after Julian lead her to the couch, Minnie having already politely departed. She stretched out an arm and held his hand, appreciating the security of having someone around. The mild grogginess of having been fed on still paled in comparison to the diagnosis Nemesis had given her. urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:your_talents:1759 2011-08-07T23:43:44Z 2011-08-07T23:43:44Z Lisa was enjoying her afternoon off. Julian's secretary had informed him he'd stepped out for a few hours, so she'd taken it upon herself to slip into something less comfortable but a lot more interesting, and wait for him in his office. She made herself comfortable, setting herself up in his chair with the laptop he'd gotten her, and a bottle of good scotch. urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:your_talents:1373 2011-07-19T20:29:02Z 2011-07-19T20:29:02Z <strong>From:</strong> power_hungry@xfactor.net<br /><strong>To:</strong> tiny_dancer@xfactor.net<br /><strong>Subj:</strong> Hey<br /><br />Just thought I'd say... I don't know if we're going to end up being 'friends', but I definitely don't want to be your enemy.<br /><br />- Lisa<br /> urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:your_talents:1267 2011-07-15T06:57:58Z 2011-07-15T06:57:58Z Lisa squeezed the stress ball as she counted to ten, then went back to one. The reading she'd been doing said it was better to go in smaller increments than just keep counting. She couldn't be sure so far if it was actual physical withdrawal symptoms she was experiencing, or if it was all in her mind. Her x-gene seemed to be getting one final laugh in that the cumulative symptoms of her 'residue' problem aligned with withdrawal symptoms.<br /><br />She wanted to hunt. She wanted to feed. She wanted to rip the power out of someone, let it fill in the cracks she could feel in her being, and drive it around for herself.<br /><br />Even though it was killing her.<br /><br />The thing that made her life her own, the thing that made her more than just normal, <s>the thing that had cost her her parents,</s> was killing her. It would be funny if it weren't so twisted.<br /><br />She stretched out on the couch, devoid of makeup, dressed down to her sweats and nothing else. She could feel gaps in her mind where 'training', for lack of anything else to call it, had set. They'd gone away, along with the last scraplets of powers she'd tried. Aleksi had been almost completely pulled out, and he'd been the strongest she'd ever tried in one go.<br /><br />Julian was still there, now that she thought to think of it as him. The distant familiarity of feeling metal and energy resonate, of feeling that succintly different hunger. Julian, who she knew nobody challenged like she did. Who nobody kept him guessing like she did.<br /><br />She was glad he had someone supporting him, knowing things she couldn't yet. Really.<br /><br />She finally put the stress ball aside, hands creeping up her stomach as she thought of when he fed on her for the first in a while, at Minnie's suggestion. The feeling of having all the detritus pulled out, along with the now familiar razor's edge feeling of him living off of her own energy. One hand kept going up, the other heading south, nails scraping softly.<br /><br />She would not let herself be broken by the changes. She would ride out all the noise and discomfort, push back against it with raw sensation. She would live. Even if it was with someone else's help, she would live.<br /><br />She missed his touch, in more ways than one. His commanding presence. Even if she prided herself on her independence, you would have to be blind and deaf not to be impressed by the way he could take charge of everything around him. To protect those he called his friends or preserve those he owned.<br /><br />Her fingers move more firmly as she remembers the tension spiking when he pulled out the stronger powers, the way she could practically feel his body humming with the spoils of her hunting.<br /><br />She would live...<br /><br />She would live...<br /><br />She was alive. As alive as anyone could hope to be.<br /><br />She slid a hand through her hair as she came down from it, glancing at the clock, marking the time in her mind so she could know how long before the <s>need</s> desire to feed came on again. urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:your_talents:870 2011-07-14T03:11:01Z 2011-07-14T03:11:01Z Image of a brick wall, fist bursts through it.<br /><br />Text scrolls across the screen.<br />WHAT IS LISA GRAVES?<br /><br />Image of Lisa using various superpowers flash past, her laughing in ecstasy in each one.<br /><br />IS SHE A HERO?<br /><br />IS SHE A VILLAIN?<br /><br />Close up on her face.<br /><br />"What am I?" She laughs, then the music cuts out. "I'm <b>hungry</b>." Zoom in on bared teeth. urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:your_talents:620 2011-06-28T21:38:12Z 2011-06-28T21:38:12Z Lisa Graves is six years old, and dreams of flying.<br /><br />Lisa Graves is eight years years old, and has the walls of her room covered with pictures of Avengers, X-Men, and the Fantastic Four. There's barely room for her new sister's crib after all the decorating she does.<br /><br />Lisa Graves is sixteen years old, and there is a whole new world of sensations in front of her. She can be anything she can get within reach of.<br /><br />Lisa Graves is sixteen years old, and her father doesn't call her 'princess' anymore. Her mother doesn't wish her sweet dreams.<br /><br />Lisa Graves is eighteen years old, and she leaves without looking back.<br /><br />Lisa Graves is nineteen years old, and she sees a man she may never leave.<br /><br />Lisa Graves is nineteen years old, and the world is bigger than she let herself dream before. urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:your_talents:474 2010-02-06T02:20:37Z 2010-02-06T02:20:37Z Her friends told her she was an addict. She told them that so far as addictions went, hers didn't cost her a penny, didn't carry any risk of cancer, and the places she found herself at 2 or 3 in the morning were a lot nicer than on the corner looking to score a rock or joint.<br /><br />So, she was at her usual haunt on the Middle East Side, or &quot;Mutant Town&quot; as it had become more commonly known. She knew she was dressed to kill, and was just looking for someone to have a good time with.&#160;If she could try something new, all the better. For the moment however, she had a nice virgin cocktail to keep her company.