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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2014 22:34:17 GMT -6
It was a prestigious moment, really. A coming together of the corporate and educational fields to ensure the future of the world's technology. This school chosen above all others for its unique ability to handle the academic careers of students with extraordinary gifts or attributes, those different and otherwise fated to be different for the length of their natural lives and perhaps afterwards. In a sense, this university was not unlike the students it educated, special and strange at the same time. A place of high repute, it was to be the starting point on the road to his becoming a powerful figure in the world of business.
Sadly, Quentin did not see it that way.
He stood outside the Dean's office as affairs were addressed and decisions-regarding his future-were made. It didn't take long, either, as the door opened and a blue-suited man approached Quentin and shook his hand, gushing on about the future of America's fiscal-flah-flah-flahgitty. He didn't even know why this man was so happy to see him, but it seem that he made men in business attire smile...something to do with the 800 billion the Wright Foundation was worth he assumed. Later he is amid more men in suits-men he knows well-as the Board of Directors personally escort him and the Dean to his living quarters, their chosen route made exclusive and private as to curtail corporate espionage.
The group would reach the dorm-amid some campus security-where the hushed praise filling the room would leak even through the closed door though it was unlikely anyone would make out anything, though neighboring students would be at least stirred as it was a respectable row when the group graced the dorms. And then the suited men would meet one last time in the hall before Quentin's dorm room, where more hands were shook and shoulders were patted before the suited men dispersed gradually, needing to finalize details with the Dean and Principal to ensure the terms set were understood. This left Quentin finally alone to do what he wanted to do the moment the idea of being hurled into the role of superc.e.o. came his way.
He fell face first on the bed designated for him and just lie there still. Still. "This. SUCKS!"
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Post by MAXWELL VERTER on Jul 13, 2014 8:52:26 GMT -6
Maxwell Verter was excited. How many years had it been since he first discovered his abilities? How long ago was it that he ran inside his burning house and pulled his parents out faster than they could blink? And now, after all that time, he was going to learn how to use his powers effectively, and become a superhero. He'd been given his room a few days ago, and he stared down at the piece of paper with the number on it:106. As he walked down the hall, he ran has hand along the wall until...
"Ah, here we go, 106!" he said optimistically. He opened the door and saw Simone lying face down on one of the beds. This was confused him: he hadn't been told about a roommate. Still, he would be glad to share the room with anyone.
He tiptoed over and tapped his roommate on the shoulder.
"Hello?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2014 9:21:04 GMT -6
He'd been lying there a few minutes, caught in a swirling vortex of suckage reeling from the unholy unawesomeness of having to be forced to attend this academy. Sure, he relished the idea of better learning to hone his powers as he enjoyed them so much-the feel of the wind, the silence of a still world, being untouchable... but, what was the point if it all dead-ended with him stuck in a suit behind some desk barking orders and smoking exotic cigars till he got an ulcer or something.
He didn't know how much time went by; but it was enough, it seemed.
Quentin never noticed the door opening, himself never having been formally told he would be receiving a roomie and truthfully, as he hadn't chosen this life for himself would most likely have mix feelings about this; the new person, whomever they be, would have powers like himself. But, never in the Q-sters wildest would he dream of the likelihood of meeting another... Just then, Q is tapped on the shoulder gently and is roused. Head perks up and turns to see the smiling mug of a dude not much older than him.
Turning and rising off the bed he stood now before this guy and spoke.
"Oh... hey. Guess you're my new 'roommate'?" Quentin took a moment too look this guy over, quietly pondering what his unique gifts were. Q reached a hand out, realizing he may very well be bunking with this guy for a bit and to make the best of the ordeal. "Name's Quentin, but you can call me 'Q' for short; I'mma Freshman here; wassup, dawg?"
One small step for Q; one giant leap for Q kind.
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Post by MAXWELL VERTER on Jul 13, 2014 13:53:05 GMT -6
His roommate called himself 'Q'. Well, wouldn't be hard to remember his name. He also noticed his heavy use of street speak.
"Well hi, Q! My name is Maxwell Verter, but you can just call me Max."
He walked over to the other bed and sat down. He was curious about his new roommate, in particular what made him 'special'.
"So I'm guessing you're here because of some special power you have, right?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2014 14:43:14 GMT -6
Q nodded and smiled; at least this guy seemed the friendly sort, which would help the transition for Quentin. The new guy chooses the other bed and dumps his stuff there before asking and asking Quentin the big question of the day: what powers did he have. A smug smirk crawled onto Q's grill. "My powers...? Heh, well, to be honest, it may put you off to say it like this, but, uh..."
He paused as his ego shimmered.
"Even if I showed ya, you'd prolly miss it..." By blinking, but Quentin neglected to add that little tidbit.
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Post by MAXWELL VERTER on Jul 13, 2014 16:26:25 GMT -6
Q smiled at him. Clearly, he enjoyed the fact that he was more than human. As did Max. But these powers he had were for more than just enjoyment. Max planned on becoming useful.
Q told him that he would 'miss' a display of his powers.
"Why? Do you turn invisible or something?" He said before chuckling. "Seriously though, you'd be surprised how hard it is to get something past me without noticing. I'm... quick on the uptake, if you catch my drift."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2014 16:34:12 GMT -6
Oh, yea... he'd miss it, or so Q thought. If it was obvious he enjoyed being this kind of cool, it was because Q wasn't trying to hide it. And why should he? He was the very modern model of modern manly swag! Be a crime NOT to show it. Though, yea, he did get he was attending a school where his powers were to be honed and that, somehow, he'd have to learn to stop goofing off... and become an adult, of all things. The other asked more questions, offering some other choices to which Quentin didn't stir in response to.
And, then the man went and mentioned speed...
Q turned, his face turned a deep, bottomless level of smug the bluest blood could not boast. He truly looked down his nose now! Folding his arms and rubbing his nails against his chest, he asked matter-of-factly. "Quick...but, are ya fast?"
He then rolled his face to him, and laid a deep 'I DOUBLE dog dare ya!' look on 'im. A small breeze blows a piece of paper between them... before his right limb, moving in such a fashion it was hardly a blur, reached out to attempt snatching said paper from the air. He didn't know how or why...but somehow, he felt he'd been challenged.
And he wanted to see first hand just what this guy can do...
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Post by MAXWELL VERTER on Jul 13, 2014 21:48:32 GMT -6
Q's demeanor changed very quickly once Max mentioned being quick. Q looked down at him, rubbing his fingernails on his chest. Everything from his tone to his posture suggest superiority. Q was showing him up... and it was working!
Max stood and up and looked Q right in the eye. If Q was going to challenge him, Max would never back down.
"Buddy, I define speed. You've got no idea what I'm capable of."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2014 21:53:37 GMT -6
Quentin, having never had to defend his speed before, awoke to all this with a vested interest. This guy was poking his chest out at him; well, alright! "Hey, look, I'm sure you're ok for whatever thing ya got goin' over there...but nobody-noooobody-in this world is faster than me."
He took a step inwards.
"And, that's the bottomline..." Cuz Stone Co-...oh, wrong plot!
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Post by MAXWELL VERTER on Jul 13, 2014 22:17:33 GMT -6
Max looked fiercely at Q and smiled, an idea beginning to from.
"Well, we could stand here giving each other the eye, or we could actually deliver." Without even waiting for his roommate to respond he began again. "A race. Ten laps around... I don't know, where would you want to race?"
This guy was all talk and no bite. 10 to 1 he would just back down. And if he didn't, well, he might as well give up right then and there. Because at the end of the day, this guy had nothing on him. Nothing.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2014 22:29:57 GMT -6
Quentin didn't waste a moment in responding. "The city." As in Manhattan. Ten laps around the Big Apple. He wanted to see if this so-called 'speedster' was everything he was making himself out to be. And, heh, to be quite honest, it was refreshing to race someone for a change, and not just outpace the world at large. Worst case scenario, he finds a kindred spirit out there on the highspeed highways.
First things first, though. Keep it civil.
Q extended his hand to him, he wanted him to know all in all, it was just a game...but a game he would win; thinking Q was a slouch? Good way to get burned. "Heh, show me what you got then, Max. Don't disappoint me; we meet at the South Street Seaport. Tch, don't be late!"
And with that, Quentin took off like a dart his body hardly a fading blur as he exited the dorm room, made short work of the hallway and campus grounds and was making his way between traffic before the second hand on the clock on the wall ticked a beat.
Word! Someone who can keep up!! Truthfully, he was amped!
(ooc: hey dude, i wanted to hash out this little scenario with ya a bit, mind if i PM?)
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Post by MAXWELL VERTER on Jul 13, 2014 23:11:51 GMT -6
Q replied instantly. So he wanted to do lap Manhattan, huh? That would be fun... if Max actually new his way around New York. He hoped he didn't get lost, though it would be hard to get lost on a circuit.
Q put his hand out, and Max took it. When it came down to it, this was only a race, between potential friends. Q told him to meet up at- South Street Seaport.
"Uh actually, I don't-" he began, only to be interrupted by Q rocketing out of the room. "Well, that's just great"
-----5 minutes later-----
Q immediately filled his view as he moved into place next to him.
"Sorry about that," he panted "it took me five minutes to find out where South Street is"-he smiled-"and an 8th of a second to get here". He looked forward and put one leg forward.
"Now are we gonna stand here, or should we start this?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2014 23:45:20 GMT -6
Hey, he had the hometown advantage! So, whereas Max wasn't native to these avenues, Quentin was and knew them quite well; but this wasn't about shortcuts and keeping secrets. That would defeat the purpose of a out-and-out race! At the Port, Q stood with his arms folded, already beefin' about this guy making him wait. "Cha, really??" He finally expressed his impatience when a familiar buzz in his frontal lobe prompts him to super-rapid movement nearby.
Quentin would be looking Max's way as he zoomed into being, aware of his approach.
"Pfa! Slowpoke! Let's go, already, homie!" Heh, nice veiled brag about his speed; Q would have to borrow that once sometime. Looking ahead he saw the traffic light up ahead on Water street; it just turned red. "When the light goes green, we do this." His sparring mate mentioned his difficulty in finding the Port, a notable location and didn't want his being from New York to bias the race... so: "Stick to Fulton street; it connects to Broadway which lines the entire island." Quentin then got down besides Maxwell, hunched into position and set his eyes steely-like on the traffic light shining red...
Red....
Red......
Red..........
Red....................
GREEN!!!!!
Quentin tore into motion without holding much back, the air splitting from his takeoff with a loud -schoom!-; he wasn't going to take it easy on this guy...but he also wasn't gonna show it all at once. Heh, if he wanted to see q's best, he'd have to work for it! So, he cruised along maintaining a pace decent enough to show this dude who he was dealing with hurr!
"Aaah, that's what I needed; a nice, leisurely jog!"
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Post by MAXWELL VERTER on Jul 14, 2014 10:35:36 GMT -6
Q explained both the path and the starting lights. Max was totally ready for this, and he was excited! He'd never met somone with speed like him. Perhaps he'd finally find somone who could match him. The light turned green...
And Max was off, sprinting alongside his opponent. He could feel the air pulling in behind him as he and his roommate hit 100mph. This was amazing... but not quite high enough. Max wanted to building up some real speed.
"You call this a jog? I'm not even trying yet!"
Q had wanted to race, and Max expected him to deliver...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2014 11:10:30 GMT -6
120....140....180!! They were two blades cutting their way up Manhattan's boulevards like a bolt of lightening. Weaving around cars, in and out of traffic and leaving hot streaks on the pavement, it was a duel of epic proportions! The world around him faded away, and all he knew was the race. Peaking at 210, he and Max stood neck and neck.
"Heh... Not bad... not bad at all. But, how's about we change the terrain a bit??" And with that, Q arced suddenly turning down an avenue; a little while later, Max'd spy him skipping across the surface of the east river, keeping perfect time with his rival.
He turned and winked. "Word. It's like that."
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