theatrical-muse x CLOTHES
What are you wearing?
What, this thing? It's a green t-shirt and I am well aware I get a lot of crap for wearing it. People say "Jamie, that's not any kind of uniform!" or "What are you trying to say about yourself?" I don't believe in over-compensation and trust me, you don't even know the meaning of embarrassing suits.
When I was born the doctor gave me the customary welcome into the world by holding me by one leg and a slap on the rear. What that doctor didn't expect was another baby to fly out from the original and fly straight into the arms of a well-placed nurse. That first dupe didn't last long, he merged back with me in less than a minute, but my parents had enough expectations to last a lifetime. I was more than a kid with a "condition", I was a young boy who was way too entertained by his abilities. Three years of treating a toddler like some kind of glass figurine was enough for them. Even a failed attempt at learning to walk could result in three duplicates wailing simultaneously. Finally my father was able to seek help from a government research facility. When every scientist and physicist there had finished poking and prodding me they determined it was the strike force of kinetic energy that made this multiplication possible. To solve this predicament a special suit was designed for me that absorbed kinetic energy (for example any direct blows to me or the reaction of impact from falling over) thus no three-year old duplicates running amok. It was a full-body suit with conspicuous markings and pads. I looked like a walking circulatory system with a few pads stuck in places that would appease the most paranoid of mothers. I wore basically the same clothes from the age of three until I was fifteen. That year everything changed…but that's not what we're talking about. What I mean to say is that I deserved some sort of shot at normalcy. I deserved at least a taste.
Okay, back to the T-Shirt. It's green and if you notice it's got a pretty distinct pattern on the front: two sets of three orbs connected by a vertical line. No I'm not in it for the design: they're the same specialized shock-absorbent pads. Sure I've got more control over my ability now but hey, I can't have dupes popping out of me left and right just in case some schmo lands a lucky couple of hits. Those pads are developed directly from the suit I wore for all those years. It reminds me of what I came from, but just enough for me to be able to feel comfortable in my own skin. Maybe I'll never be normal: I've come to terms with that and I see my power as a superior human trait. But trust me, you'd take a t-shirt over some skin-tight suit any day of the week.
The other thing you might catch me wearing is a black jacket. Don't sweat it. It's just a jacket. Not everything has to have an epic back story. It's just clothes.
Jamie Madrox
X-Men [comics]
Word Count x 521
What, this thing? It's a green t-shirt and I am well aware I get a lot of crap for wearing it. People say "Jamie, that's not any kind of uniform!" or "What are you trying to say about yourself?" I don't believe in over-compensation and trust me, you don't even know the meaning of embarrassing suits.
When I was born the doctor gave me the customary welcome into the world by holding me by one leg and a slap on the rear. What that doctor didn't expect was another baby to fly out from the original and fly straight into the arms of a well-placed nurse. That first dupe didn't last long, he merged back with me in less than a minute, but my parents had enough expectations to last a lifetime. I was more than a kid with a "condition", I was a young boy who was way too entertained by his abilities. Three years of treating a toddler like some kind of glass figurine was enough for them. Even a failed attempt at learning to walk could result in three duplicates wailing simultaneously. Finally my father was able to seek help from a government research facility. When every scientist and physicist there had finished poking and prodding me they determined it was the strike force of kinetic energy that made this multiplication possible. To solve this predicament a special suit was designed for me that absorbed kinetic energy (for example any direct blows to me or the reaction of impact from falling over) thus no three-year old duplicates running amok. It was a full-body suit with conspicuous markings and pads. I looked like a walking circulatory system with a few pads stuck in places that would appease the most paranoid of mothers. I wore basically the same clothes from the age of three until I was fifteen. That year everything changed…but that's not what we're talking about. What I mean to say is that I deserved some sort of shot at normalcy. I deserved at least a taste.
Okay, back to the T-Shirt. It's green and if you notice it's got a pretty distinct pattern on the front: two sets of three orbs connected by a vertical line. No I'm not in it for the design: they're the same specialized shock-absorbent pads. Sure I've got more control over my ability now but hey, I can't have dupes popping out of me left and right just in case some schmo lands a lucky couple of hits. Those pads are developed directly from the suit I wore for all those years. It reminds me of what I came from, but just enough for me to be able to feel comfortable in my own skin. Maybe I'll never be normal: I've come to terms with that and I see my power as a superior human trait. But trust me, you'd take a t-shirt over some skin-tight suit any day of the week.
The other thing you might catch me wearing is a black jacket. Don't sweat it. It's just a jacket. Not everything has to have an epic back story. It's just clothes.
Jamie Madrox
X-Men [comics]
Word Count x 521