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Post by Joseph Wilson on Sept 6, 2016 19:06:05 GMT -5
One thing sucked about being taking to a new world, having to start life over. There wasn't a single record of him, sure there were a couple other people by the name of Joseph Wilson, it wasn't a terribly uncommon name, but could he pass to be the middle aged man with a desk job? Not unless he overshadowed the guy. So poor Joey was stuck in New York City without anything to his name, not even his social security number. So after buying breakfast, he didn't have much money left to worry about other necessities. And well without all the information that was aforementioned it was hard for a sixteen year old to get a job.
So Joey did what he does best. Play music. Early in the morning with people already bustling about, the teen sat on the corner of the sidewalk. A guitar sat in his lap, and almost looked too big for him. His fingers pressed against the chords on the neck of it while his other hand had to reach over the instrument to strum. It was a simple tune and he smiled as he played. Every so often a person would stop to watch or play a dollar or two in the guitar case. He always nodded to them with a polite smile. From here on out it was probably going to be a long day.
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Post by Molly Hayes on Sept 13, 2016 21:39:13 GMT -5
Watching the machines in the laundromat spin was almost hypnotic. Molly dozed lazily, sprawled across a set of ugly bright orange chairs, as she tried to wake up. The little girl was so not a morning child, and Kamala was finding this out first hand. She'd been grumpy since another hobo woke them up that morning, jostling the two girls awake and warning them about police rounds, but it was a directionless thundercloud of grumpiness that had no real focus. Everybody got glared at. Everybody got slept on.
She didn't know how long she'd been sleeping in the laundromat before the sound of music roused her. It wasn't the weird old-people music that was playing fuzzily over the speakers above them. It was the sound of somebody playing an actual guitar. She lazily squinted open an eye, pulling her hands up to cover her face as she made a groaning noise, before coming up to the first self-imposed sitting position of the day.
Molly sat for a moment looking utterly miserable before hopping to her feet and bounding out the door with a jingle of the bell. She hadn't been awake enough to think of telling Kamala where she was going...not that she actually knew where she was going. Not until she saw the older boy sitting and playing his guitar.
Like a miniature version of the walking dead Molly made her way over towards Joey and plopped down besides him with a sleepy smile. She was silent for an awkward moment before she managed a "Hi!" punctuated by a yawn. "You're really good!"TAG: Kamala Khan & Joseph Wilson
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Post by Kamala Khan on Sept 17, 2016 15:47:23 GMT -5
Kamala gave a quick glance across the laundromat. She's still dozing off. Bis sister Marvel smiled at the sleepyhead on the chair. Molly was adorable, and pretty much the best mutant to spend time together with. Except Maybe Wolverine. Then, with a some handy footwork, the Muslim super slid into the abandoned clothes section. Time to find some materials for Princess P's . There wasn't much to work with. Maybe this pillow case? Barely enough for another one of Molly's hats. It seemed like the underground dwellers weren't the only ones living under economic duress. I can alwasy use the cloth for her symbol. She already had a pair of scissors for that. All that would be needed was something to sew it on and with.
A few minutes later and Kamala left the room. She brandished a pink comforter. It was dirty, but that wasn't a problem at the laundromat king. The big "sister's" smile dropped however as she couldn't see the little girl! "Molly? Molly?" Her voice carried a note of panic. Brown eyes shifted around, frantically looking for the blond child. "Molly? Where did you go?" That's when the teen heard the familiar voice. Outside. Dropping the pink comforter, Kamala ran through the main door of the laundromat.
The door jingled again. Kamala stopped, then looked around. Molly was just there, right beside a teen boy playing the guitar. "Er, hi?" Did Molly knew the boy? What was he playing? "Molly, you sleepy- head. Introduce me to your friend!"
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Post by Joseph Wilson on Sept 29, 2016 19:44:09 GMT -5
Joseph was just strumming casually at this point, playing just little bits of different tunes. He was kind of spacing out to the music, trying to pick one song to stick to. He stared off into the crowded street blankly until a girl caught his attention with her own dazed expression. It was a little odd to see a young girl sit next to a stranger so casually, but he meant her no harm luckily.
He offered her a smile when she greeted him and nodded. His smile widened with the compliment and he raised a hand to his chin before dipping it forward, the sign for thank you. Even if she didn't understand him he was being polite.
Joey's sea green eyes looked up at another girl who greeted them, this time older. Looking between them, it seemed they knew each other. He waved to the brunette in silence.
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Post by Molly Hayes on Oct 3, 2016 20:43:49 GMT -5
He didn't speak. He just did a weird thing with his hand that Molly accepted with a sleepy grin. Because she'd grown up her entire life with parents who pretended to be speech pathologists the little mutant wasn't unfamiliar with the concept of sign language. That didn't mean she had any idea how to speak it, though. She was more than content to lean next to him and go back to sleep to the soft sounds of his strumming guitar. A slamming of the door by her, and the frantic ringing of the bells, had Molly glancing up at Kamala. So much for sleeping."Hi Kamala~" Molly grumbled not awake enough to manage her usual cheerful chirp. She glanced between the two teenagers before leaning easily against Joey, claiming him as her new friend and pillow. "I don't know your name," the little girl said. "What's your name? I'm Molly," she waved a lazy little hand in the older girl's direction. "And that's Kamala. She makes good pancakes." The girl paused for a tired moment, squinting against the light, and staring up at Joey as if something finally clicked. "You don't talk, do you?" she decided.TAG: Kamala Khan & Joseph Wilson
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Post by Kamala Khan on Oct 15, 2016 13:06:14 GMT -5
The American-Pakistani girl looked at Molly. Then she looked at the boy. Then she looked back at Molly. "Molly, I have a better idea for introducing yourself than falling asleep on them." She winked at the teen, then squatted down to grab something from the two mutants' shared bag. "Where I come from, which is the magical land of New Jersey, you offer people the hospitality of food." Hands swiftly produced a box of cookies. "Do you want to do that?"
Kamala tilted her head as the boy remained worldess throughout. Her eyes gave a small frown as Molly pointed out the silence. "Oh?" Why didn't the boy talk? Were they making him uncomfortable? Was he just not in the mood? Or maybe he was a professional singer and needed to save his voice! The teen went through a hundred theories as the discussion between Molly and the boy with the guitar unfolded. "And thanks Molly. Though I still owe you a doop-shaped pancake." She then turned around to the boy. "What's your favorite pancake shape?"
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Post by Joseph Wilson on Oct 18, 2016 19:00:14 GMT -5
So they called each other Molly and Kamala. Both nice names that fit the friendly girls as far as he could tell. Too bad he couldn't introduce himself as easily. He could only hope they could figure out his name. Still he spelled out his name with his hands. "J-O-S-E-P-H" He didn't really expect them to know it, maybe the J and O, but the other letters weren't as obviously shaped. Not that he'd be upset if they called him Joe, wouldn't be the first time.
His eyes followed the cookies. He didn't have a plan for lunch, maybe a hotdog if people dropped enough change for him as they passed. Joey's attention was drawn back to the little girl dubbed Molly when she brought up his lack of saying anything. He shook his head, no. It would've been so much easier if he could, but he'd grown used to the silence. Hopefully the girls would get the general idea of what he was saying. That would be a step in the right direction.
Favorite shaped pancake? He never really had them in spectacular shapes. Instead his mom would make them as big as the pan, and boy was that a treat. He shrugged before putting his hands together into a circle. As long as it was a pancake he wouldn't complain.
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Post by Molly Hayes on Oct 19, 2016 18:32:11 GMT -5
Molly couldn't think of a better introduction at the moment, but when Kamala pulled out the box of cookies her eyes brightened in excitement. "Yeah!" she exclaimed. The little girl grabbed for the box, and was moving to open it when the boy she was leaning against started spelling with her fingers. She let the box drop to the ground in front of her and instead focused on what he was doing. "J!" Molly said brightly. "O!" ummm, his hand was in a fist. She sort of remembered a few letters from when Mommy had tried to teach her. "A?" she guessed, but he continued signing, curling his fingers above his thumb, "C?" a finger was curled out, like the trunk of a pachyderm. "ELEPHANT! Um, no, wait. TWO WORDS!" Well, he was holding out two fingers to form the letter H. "Joac Elephant! Is that your name?"The little girl in the colorful hat wasn't terribly good at charades, but her face lit up and it was obvious she was enjoying it anyway. Her eyes caught the discarded cookie box and she wrestled it open while Kamala and their new friend discussed pancake shapes. When Joey put his hands together into a circle Molly pulled out two cookies. One was shoved into her own mouth. The other cookie was put into the circular hole Joe was making with his hands. She beamed at him as she held it aloft, her mouth covered in cookie crumbles. She managed to swallow before she asked: "Cookie?"TAG: Kamala Khan & Joseph Wilson
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Post by Kamala Khan on Oct 22, 2016 9:45:29 GMT -5
Kamala winced when Molly dropped the box to the floor. She missed the start of the boy's charade, staring at the box from her towering position. Her mouth opened to speak, but then closed as Molly below her started spelling letters. So he is mute. Either that or a master troll. But the young boy didn't seem nefarious. "Elephant?" Kamala repeated, incredulous. She had phased out again and wasn't sure if Molly had misread the symbol or the boy was trolling them afterall. "Come again. Elephant?" Now her eyes were focused on the mute. Her left eyebrow rose slowly. A couple of strands turned blond.
Of course, Molly helped herself to two full cookies before offering some to her new friend. "Circular pancakes are boring, but they net you a cookie!" Kamala joked. She noticed something in the boy's eyes. Maybe food wasn't the best topic."And have one offering from me too. No, two, because I'm twice as tall as Molly!" The teen squatted down again and grabbed one cookie in each hand. She then extended both arms in a sign of friendship to the mute boy. "Are you living on the streets too?" She whispered the next phrase. "Or perhaps... down below?" In this world or hers, kids became homeless because they had to leave home. There weren't a million reasons to leave home.
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