this is what learning feels like [open]

[greenhaired]

Washington was by far the worst place to attempt sunbathing. Really, how somewhere so close to California could be so dire was lost on Lorna. She didn't mind the cool, didn't even mind rain. But the absence of sun was starting to bother her. Either way, Lorna ended up inside again

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[codenamepyro]

The fact that St John was even in the training center was completely out there. He hardly ever ventured into the building and when he did it was to go to the rec area on the top floor. Pausing in the door way, he tried to figure out why the green haired chick was sprawled on the floor.

"What are you doing?" He really couldn't understand, when there were chairs upstairs, someone would sit on the hard floor on the bottom floor. It just seemed dumb.

But then no one around here really had too much sense. Which was kind of obvious most of the time.

[greenhaired]

Looking up from her books, Lorna glared just a little. It should've been obvious what she was doing. It didn't exactly take a rocket scientist to figure it out. "I'm auditioning for the latest rendition of CATS," which, she totally could do, "what does it look like, wise ass."

Lorna didn't know Pyro from Jack -although she did know that Jack was older and grey and had a trigger finger with a twitch. But really, she was beyond making good impressions since the whole invasion on the camp thing. These people weren't meant to be her friends, just colleagues who may or may not end up being disposable.

Although that ached just a little. She was starting to like some of them.

[codenamepyro]

Pyro cared about as much as she did. Yeah, he had 'friends', but the people he'd mostly counted as friends were long since gone, and that sucked. He'd learned to stop caring years ago, this only solidified it all.

"It looks like you don't know what a fucking library is for." Seriously, the middle of the hall, on the floor, against the wall. What was this? High school? Even there, surely people actually used seats or rooms or whatever. Hell, there was even her own bloody room since they were all given their own for good fucking behaviour or something.

"Are you seriously going to sit there rather than find a fucking chair?"

[greenhaired]

The floor was perfectly comfortable, mostly. Really she could do with something a little more comfortable. And maybe dragging the books to her room would be a good idea. But Lorna really didn't fancy keeping the books too long anyway. She was just reading through them for a glance.

"It's the floor, not a bed of nails." And people called her a primadonna?

[codenamepyro]

Pyro could deal with floors; he'd lived on them, slept on them, dealt with them for years. And he never had the cushion to brace against a wall either. So whatever she wanted to call him she could. But why would she chose to sit there and read when there were actual chairs on the floor with the books.

"Whatever," waving a hand, Pyro just turns towards the elevators. "You're deranged."

[greenhaired]

Smirking slightly, because she'd heard that before, Lorna flicked her hand out to the elevator, making the metal doors open slightly before snapping shut and then slowly opening with a loud groan of metal against metal.

The box wasn't there, and likely enough if he looked to be about to step onto the car well, she would stop him. Surely.

"You have no idea."

[codenamepyro]

The grind and groan of the metal made his spine stiffen and his hand already went to his lighter, wrapping his fingers around the smooth casing of the lighter. It was a reflex right then, one that made his gut clench and his side ache.

At her comment, he twisted slightly, just a little surprised at her show of power. Most of the members in camp didn't bother any more. "Seriously, deranged." If he had to he'd take the fucking stairs. "What the fuck?" He pointed a thumb at the elevator, still holding his lighter.

[greenhaired]

Lorna smirked a little, but then he had went straight for his powers, rather than try to keep walking. He was a jumpy little thing, wasn't he. "Just proving a point."

She had a mean streak, you didn't get taught about life by Emma Frost and not pick up a mean streak. Lorna's was still somewhat petty and childish, but she adored getting the better of people. "Paranoid much?"