Regina Cruz was running down the streets, she was late for the road
trip, about half an hour and she knew that Chaos wouldn't wait for her.
She groaned when she got to the place where they were supposed to meet and
ran her fingers through her hair, reminding herself why she was late. She
had taken that time to get her hair done. The bus was gone.
She truly didn't want to miss having a good time because of her tardiness, and searched for a way to at least catch up with them. A rather large vehicle was parked in front of a diner. A grin spread across her face. She had always wanted to drive a truck. She picked the lock the way her brother had taught her and climbed in, driving away as fast as possible.
Regina was born in a large Hispanic family. She had four older brothers and two younger ones. Her father was a technician at a computer company and had raised all seven of his children well despite being a widower. At sixteen her powers manifested when she tried to hold her breath too long and all the held air exploded through the pores of her skin. A bunch of small blue sharp toothpick like darts shot out of her arm and stunned her neighbor's pit-bull.
A family friend who had been a mutant as well assisted her in finding out how it happened, apparently the air in her body could be ejected through her pores and allow the liquid version of the mutation in her body expel through her skin in a solid adaptation. Her brothers were thrilled, they had spent many days stunning stray animals and taking the home, much to the aggravation and dismay of her father.
By the time she was eighteen she left to go to school a little farther from her home, where she met Chaos at a bookstore. They became pretty good friends and now that at twenty she was old enough to fend for herself, she was called to join them on the road trip Chaos had created. She fingered the silver chain on her neck with her orange painted fingers. She had been in the mood for orange and dressed in an orange tank top, orange sweats and grey sneakers. Her hair was jet black and cut bluntly at the neck, it was smooth and sleek, relaxers do wonders to curly hair.
There it was, right ahead of her the large van! She honked the horn and it blasted like a trumpet she covered her ears and lost control of the vehicle.
"Oh crap! This sucks!" The vehicle swerved to the left than the right. She managed to gain control before it tipped over. "Whoo!" She saw the van stop and knew that they would come to check out if she was okay. She threw her head back and looked off to the other side.
Her door was yanked open.
"Oh mah God are ya okay?" She didn't move no matter how bad her insides tickled with laughter. She barely recognized the voice. "Ah think she's dead!"
"She isn't dead Rogue!" She felt two fingers press to her neck. "She's still breathing." She knew that voice.
"Boo!" she turned her head and her ink black iris and sclera met Chaos's. Rogue screamed and it was as if every mutant's ability was put into play because her life was threatened. "Just kidding?" it ended in question.
"I hate it when you do that with your eyes," her friend said. Regina grinned and like spilled ink going backwards, the color went back into her irises leaving the rest white. She loved doing that to people. She climbed out of the vehicle and made a quick call to the police department so they'd pick up the 'borrowed' vehicle.
She was introduced to Rogue and a demon eyed Gambit. The rest went ahead and she slowed Chaos down.
"Ese debe saber bueno," she said. Her voice must have allowed Chaos to understand what she was saying because she agreed with her.
"You're damn right." She entered the bus were she looked around at all the guys gathered.
"Oh yes! I've been waitin' for this all my friggin' life, heaven on earth." She stared at all the guys with admiration in her eyes, especially the blonde bus driver. Easy to say she was never prone to being shy, she walked to the back and began speaking to them all, keeping the van entertained with her sarcastic one liners.
She truly didn't want to miss having a good time because of her tardiness, and searched for a way to at least catch up with them. A rather large vehicle was parked in front of a diner. A grin spread across her face. She had always wanted to drive a truck. She picked the lock the way her brother had taught her and climbed in, driving away as fast as possible.
Regina was born in a large Hispanic family. She had four older brothers and two younger ones. Her father was a technician at a computer company and had raised all seven of his children well despite being a widower. At sixteen her powers manifested when she tried to hold her breath too long and all the held air exploded through the pores of her skin. A bunch of small blue sharp toothpick like darts shot out of her arm and stunned her neighbor's pit-bull.
A family friend who had been a mutant as well assisted her in finding out how it happened, apparently the air in her body could be ejected through her pores and allow the liquid version of the mutation in her body expel through her skin in a solid adaptation. Her brothers were thrilled, they had spent many days stunning stray animals and taking the home, much to the aggravation and dismay of her father.
By the time she was eighteen she left to go to school a little farther from her home, where she met Chaos at a bookstore. They became pretty good friends and now that at twenty she was old enough to fend for herself, she was called to join them on the road trip Chaos had created. She fingered the silver chain on her neck with her orange painted fingers. She had been in the mood for orange and dressed in an orange tank top, orange sweats and grey sneakers. Her hair was jet black and cut bluntly at the neck, it was smooth and sleek, relaxers do wonders to curly hair.
There it was, right ahead of her the large van! She honked the horn and it blasted like a trumpet she covered her ears and lost control of the vehicle.
"Oh crap! This sucks!" The vehicle swerved to the left than the right. She managed to gain control before it tipped over. "Whoo!" She saw the van stop and knew that they would come to check out if she was okay. She threw her head back and looked off to the other side.
Her door was yanked open.
"Oh mah God are ya okay?" She didn't move no matter how bad her insides tickled with laughter. She barely recognized the voice. "Ah think she's dead!"
"She isn't dead Rogue!" She felt two fingers press to her neck. "She's still breathing." She knew that voice.
"Boo!" she turned her head and her ink black iris and sclera met Chaos's. Rogue screamed and it was as if every mutant's ability was put into play because her life was threatened. "Just kidding?" it ended in question.
"I hate it when you do that with your eyes," her friend said. Regina grinned and like spilled ink going backwards, the color went back into her irises leaving the rest white. She loved doing that to people. She climbed out of the vehicle and made a quick call to the police department so they'd pick up the 'borrowed' vehicle.
She was introduced to Rogue and a demon eyed Gambit. The rest went ahead and she slowed Chaos down.
"Ese debe saber bueno," she said. Her voice must have allowed Chaos to understand what she was saying because she agreed with her.
"You're damn right." She entered the bus were she looked around at all the guys gathered.
"Oh yes! I've been waitin' for this all my friggin' life, heaven on earth." She stared at all the guys with admiration in her eyes, especially the blonde bus driver. Easy to say she was never prone to being shy, she walked to the back and began speaking to them all, keeping the van entertained with her sarcastic one liners.