Post by longshot on Jun 13, 2010 15:01:36 GMT -5
Longshot couldn't believe that the people around the mansion were being so rude to the residents. They barked orders at them when they felt they were out of line. They were unfriendly and wouldn't start up a conversation with any of the prisoners. But the thing Longshot really was irked about was that they were so formal and sentry-like, rarely displaying any human emotion but anger. Longshot didn't like that. He liked to be nice to everyone, and he even tried that with the guards, for a while. Longshot also wanted everyone else to be just as nice as him.
The sun had been in the sky for a few hours now, a pale golden light left a sharp glow on the carpet through the windows. Slowing down every time he came across a window, he made sure to look out, though everywhere he looked outside, there was a guard stationed. Longshot didn't know how Xavier's mansion was so important to the government, but then again, he didn't know a lot about this world, though he felt it was slowly turning into his world at home.
The only thing Longshot really remembered about Mojoverse was that he was the rebellion leader of the slaves. If the guards still restricted their leave and doings in the mansion, Longshot knew they would be slaves in their own home. Of course it wouldn't be as bad as at home, but Longshot could still jump into action and lead another rebellion if he had to. Judging by how everyone steadily got grumpier in the mansion, he thought that there would be a sufficient amount of mutants to back him up as well.
Longshot opened a door to outside and looked up at the roof of the mansion. That was where he wanted to be. Not one of the guards would pester him up there, because they wouldn't have an easy way of getting up there. Longshot, on the other hand, could easily maneuver his own body up there until he was safe on the roof, looking down at all the people on the ground.
Walking up to a tree close to the mansion, but not quite as tall, he took a running start up its trunk, grabbed at a branch and quickly scaled the tree to the top. The thin branches unable to hold his weight, the buckled slightly, but before they could break, he used his momentum to push off, flip over the open space, and land lightly and expertly on his feet. Sitting down so that his feet were hanging over the edge of the roof, he looked down again, a big smile playing on his face. He didn't need his power to do that. His luck might have helped, but he was still extremely agile even without that aspect of his power. He was engineered to be light on his feet, but strong.
The sun had been in the sky for a few hours now, a pale golden light left a sharp glow on the carpet through the windows. Slowing down every time he came across a window, he made sure to look out, though everywhere he looked outside, there was a guard stationed. Longshot didn't know how Xavier's mansion was so important to the government, but then again, he didn't know a lot about this world, though he felt it was slowly turning into his world at home.
The only thing Longshot really remembered about Mojoverse was that he was the rebellion leader of the slaves. If the guards still restricted their leave and doings in the mansion, Longshot knew they would be slaves in their own home. Of course it wouldn't be as bad as at home, but Longshot could still jump into action and lead another rebellion if he had to. Judging by how everyone steadily got grumpier in the mansion, he thought that there would be a sufficient amount of mutants to back him up as well.
Longshot opened a door to outside and looked up at the roof of the mansion. That was where he wanted to be. Not one of the guards would pester him up there, because they wouldn't have an easy way of getting up there. Longshot, on the other hand, could easily maneuver his own body up there until he was safe on the roof, looking down at all the people on the ground.
Walking up to a tree close to the mansion, but not quite as tall, he took a running start up its trunk, grabbed at a branch and quickly scaled the tree to the top. The thin branches unable to hold his weight, the buckled slightly, but before they could break, he used his momentum to push off, flip over the open space, and land lightly and expertly on his feet. Sitting down so that his feet were hanging over the edge of the roof, he looked down again, a big smile playing on his face. He didn't need his power to do that. His luck might have helped, but he was still extremely agile even without that aspect of his power. He was engineered to be light on his feet, but strong.