[Public] Journal Entry: Jonothan Starsmore, 8/15/2012

[om_chamber]

Okay, so I guess I'm supposed to use this thing to introduce myself? I'm still at the airport, waiting on a cab that's supposed to take me to this "school" that's supposed to be so helpful to mutants. Bloody waste of time if you ask me. Anyway, my name is Jonothan Starsmore. If you watch National Geographic at all, you'll know my parents, Jack and Marianne, the "controversial" archaeologists who think that every urban legend can be traced back to mutants. Guess they finally got one right.

Not sure what else I'm supposed to say here. I'll be there in probably an hour, so there's that, I suppose. I've only got just the two bags, so I'll need to take a trip into town to pick up a few things.

Comments

[om_skin]

You're the best, man, for real. I only been here a couple of days, is all. I came with a few, but I haven't really been able to leave since. It's balls.

[om_chamber]

Well, don't go blabbing it too far, eh? I doubt Xavier cares much that I'll have bought you smokes, but I'd rather keep it quiet for now, else I get the rest of our cellmates after me.

I imagine I won't be going far either, once I get there.

[om_skin]

I said I owe you one, didn't I? Secret's safe with me.

What's your deal, anyway? You don't think they'll let you out much, so...you must be one of the obvious ones too, yeah?

[om_chamber]

I appreciate that.

Might say that, yeah. I don't know if there's a word for it yet, but my chest exploded, makes me look like I'm on fire. Guess I took out my lower jaw while I was at it. Had to wrap myself up with whatever I could find, so I look a little bit like a mummy. Ironic, considering what my folks do for a living.

[om_skin]

Shit, man, that sounds pretty intense. Does it hurt?

[om_chamber]

Not really.

What about you? You mentioned that I must be one of the obvious ones "too", so I'm guessing you're not exactly prom king material either. No offense.

[om_skin]

None taken.

I got grey skin. Lots of it.

[om_chamber]

Lots? How much are we talking?

[om_skin]

I dunno couple of people's worth, I guess. Haven't really tested how far I can stretch it yet. Don't know if I really want to, truthfully, cause it's kinda creepy.

[om_chamber]

Jesus. Can't say that I blame you. Had a hard enough time dealing with the bloody inferno in my chest. Can't imagine having a couple of people's worth of skin hanging off me.

What's your name?

[om_skin]

Angelo Espinosa. I'm from south central L.A.

Where you from?

[om_touchstone]

I hope you both realize that smoking is prohibited in the rooms.

[om_chamber]

Ease off, mate. We've all got our vices, let Angelo have his.

[om_touchstone]

Vice yourselves silly.

Just not in the vicinity of my things.

[om_chamber]

You do realize you're talking about vices with a man with no heart or lungs, right?

From what I've learned about Angelo, I don't think you'll have anything to worry about.

[om_touchstone]

No... sorry.

[om_chamber]

Thought not. I'm just doing a bloke a favor. We all need things to cling to, something to distract us from the hell our lives have become. I'm sure you've got yours, as well.

[om_skin]

Are you the security guard?

[om_touchstone]

I will be, if you burn down our hall or give me cancer. Just do it someplace else, okay?

[om_skin]

I'm shocked and appalled that you think of me as so inconsiderate, amigo.

[om_northstar]

More like the hall monitor's over-achieving little brother.

[om_skin]

That's unfortunate. You know this guy?

[om_northstar]

He is my roommate. Lucky me, I suppose -- at least it means the scenery is pretty.

[om_skin]

Oh yay, more pretty boys.

[om_northstar]

Pretty, but boring as fuck.