<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/kB43jze.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Demetrius Bond | Hijack<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Lounge<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 3rd, 5:00 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><strong>Blackout</strong><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Watching TV | Confronting Blackout.<br/><hr/><br/>He was bored, cranky, having had piss poor sleep the last few days, though no real fault of anyone else but his own. It happened from time to time, he'd get absorbed in scouring the inter webs for information, shifting through articles about The Brotherhood, the fools that made up their government, and countless other things that pulled and tugged on his interests. He hadn't been in the mood for anything really, so he'd taken up one of the chairs in the lounge, his laptop resting on the arm as he surfed the internet, his hands resting behind his head as he read articles and browsed some of his favorite sites.<br/><br/>Demetri hadn't been paying much, if any attention to those who'd come and gone, the lounge was a popular hang out spot for the other students, so it could sometimes get a high level of traffic. He always figured, if someone wanted to talk to him, they could come on up and get his attention, otherwise, he was occupied.<br/><br/>Stretching, He finally after gods knows how long, decided to look up and take in his surroundings. Apparently the room had cleared a little, leaving two girls, only one of which he could easily place sitting on the nearby couch and watching the news, of all the damn things to watch. The news felt like a trap lately, if it wasn't droning on about useless petty crap about celebrities, sports and the like, then it was talking about mutants, the brotherhood, the governments attempts to make everything better and safer for everyone. The problem was, the news wasn't honest, it was told in a way to cast quite often the officials and senators in a benevolent light, while making everyone who opposed them out to be violent nut jobs at worst, and poor misguided fools at best.<br/><br/>He might have changed it there and then, the command was already beginning to take form, but he stopped when the senator walked up to a podium and started speaking. Demetri watched in cold silence, his dark eyes narrowing, watching that man's face. Did he truly believe the sewage passing between his lips? If mutants had only registered, they could have received help sooner. Blaming the victims. It was their fault the humans had attacked them? He shut down his computer with a thought, one hand clenched as anger bubbled beneath the surface.<br/><br/>It was shit like this, when he heard the humans talking like this, that he felt he could almost understand why mutants joined the brotherhood, extremist methods or not.<br/><br/>The girl's laughter caught his attention, the dark mocking quality of it lifted his brow. He couldn't see her face from where he sat, not easily, but she had dark hair, colored with bright turquoise streaks. He'd encountered her before, though her name escaped him. Shaking his head, Demetri stood, grabbed his laptop and started moving toward the hallway that'd take him back to his dorm room. Maybe he'd bribe one of the mutants capable of sending him into a dreamless sleep to do just that.<br/><br/>{ Blackout }<em>"Yeah, it will," she noted, "But we're already here and safe, so it's not our problem, is it? Besides, we're talking about other mutants. If they don't want to be messed with, maybe they should learn how to fight back and defend themselves."</em><br/><br/>He could have ignored the girls comment, hell, he probably should have just continued walking away, but that wasn't the kind of person he was, and he was already on edge from both the news and lack of proper sleep. Dropping his computer with an unceremonious plop on the chair he'd just occupied, he didn't move another muscle, though his full attention was now focused on the girl with the sketchpad.<strong>" If you honestly believe the shit that just came out of your mouth, then you're no better than those bastards that oppress us. So what is it? Are you just that fucking stupid and ignorant, or just talking out your ass?"</strong>Her words made him remember, think about the kids he used to live with on the streets, so often they were so afraid of using their powers, even if it was to get a easy meal that they starved and hid, tails between their legs and heads down. Ashamed because humans always feared what they didn't understand. Because while many would shy away, there were those bastards that didn't hestiate to attack, to hurt any mutant they came across.<br/><br/>And it was always the mutants fault in the end.