Plans for the day raced through the mutants' head. Experiment some more with what he was casually calling UltraViolet - or UV for short. A homemade chemical substance that would throw even the most in control mutant's powers out of whack. Call it a drug, UV was intended to enhance the mutated gene's energy output, and exponentially increase someone's powers for a few temporarily hours. Not to mention it could give quite heart pounding high ,with some questionable side-effects. Alas, he hadn't had time to tweak it formula...or...test it's latest batch since joining the Institute. It wasn't necessarily safe ,but with a campus full of test subjects, well - he just had to pick the right one. But first, he'd need to whip up more of the stuff in his free time.
However...
Ever get the feeling you're being watched?
That prickly skin, stomach prodding feeling?
Well Charlie currently had a decent case of it, yet an armful of books made being stealthy a little more difficult. He halted briefly in his strides, swiveled his head as he turned the corner and quirked a brow. But it wasn't quite in time to catch his nosy roommate before he slipped out of view. He must have been imagining that glimpse of unruly hair. It did however, confirm that something was off - even if he couldn't put his finger on it. Shaking his head visibly, he mumbled to himself. "Yeah, alright Charlie. You're paranoid.." Lanky legs traversed the halls at a decent pace, faster than before. Why? Because it paid to be paranoid, sometimes. And if gut instinct taught him anything, then he'd rather be safe than sorry.
As he entered the hall that had the Chemistry Lab, he treaded quietly but pressed his back to the wall, out of sight. One of the books was tossed ahead of him, giving the illusion that he'd kept on going and had perhaps dropped one of his items. Pretending to tie his shoe, Charlie would wait for whoever to poke their little head around the corner and if he thought the culprit deserved it, they'd earn a nice, firm punch to the gut --- gender withstanding.
However...
Ever get the feeling you're being watched?
That prickly skin, stomach prodding feeling?
Well Charlie currently had a decent case of it, yet an armful of books made being stealthy a little more difficult. He halted briefly in his strides, swiveled his head as he turned the corner and quirked a brow. But it wasn't quite in time to catch his nosy roommate before he slipped out of view. He must have been imagining that glimpse of unruly hair. It did however, confirm that something was off - even if he couldn't put his finger on it. Shaking his head visibly, he mumbled to himself. "Yeah, alright Charlie. You're paranoid.." Lanky legs traversed the halls at a decent pace, faster than before. Why? Because it paid to be paranoid, sometimes. And if gut instinct taught him anything, then he'd rather be safe than sorry.
As he entered the hall that had the Chemistry Lab, he treaded quietly but pressed his back to the wall, out of sight. One of the books was tossed ahead of him, giving the illusion that he'd kept on going and had perhaps dropped one of his items. Pretending to tie his shoe, Charlie would wait for whoever to poke their little head around the corner and if he thought the culprit deserved it, they'd earn a nice, firm punch to the gut --- gender withstanding.
Such suck. So wow. Much writer's block. Doge.