Peter Petrelli
Now. The moment was now. The last thing he heard before disappearing was Ben's anguished cry.
With the blocking field down, he teleported to the safest place he knew, a familiar and isolated place. The little cabin in the woods he shared with Cassidy Peak, now Cassidy Petrelli, his wife.
He froze time and stood on the threshold, simply looking at her, golden hair in the sun, caught in mid-motion as she was putting on a sweater against the morning chill. What he was about to do... he hoped it wouldn't affect their life together. But the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. Or the one.
But she couldn't see what he was about to do. So with one last look, he took himself to an even more remote location, deep in the wilderness of the mountains. He sometimes liked to be alone there, to think in the quiet cathedrals of trees. And he somehow hoped it would afford him a fragment of peace, solace, strength, and the favor of whatever force was out there guiding things. Bringing them together, splitting them apart. Always somewhere guiding things.
Wishing fervently he had a map this time, but without one, he began exploring past timelines. Nudging. Changing. Altering. Saving. Killing. Each time he went forward to see if the arena was still there, the Fist of God battle in DC, the deaths of friends and loved ones.
Back.
Forward.
Back.
Forward.
Back.
Forward.
Back.
Forward.
Back.
Forward.
Back.
Forward.
The arena was still there.
Starting to tire, he went back even farther and began making the changes he'd been trying to avoid. The ones that cut too deep.
Back.
Forward.
Back.
Forward.
Back.
Forward.
Back.
Forward.
But still the arena remained.
Back.
Resting somewhere in the past, he wiped away a thin trickle of blood from his nose with shaking hands. He was out of ideas except for one. The one thing he didn't want to change. Not just for himself, but for his family. Because never meeting Cass would mean that Natalie, his daughter, was never born. It was almost the same as killing her.
He fiddled with the St. Joseph of Cupertino medallion he wore that was given to them both by his ancestor that she'd saved. He'd have to go save the man himself if Nat wasn't there. Go back that far. Unless he had another child who could go back and...
Tears rolled down his cheeks, hot and salty, as he realized he was already thinking of Natalie as gone. But she'd understand. He knew she would. But never again seeing that dark mop of hair on that beautiful gangly teen...
Sobs racked his body as he took the time to mourn his happiness. What he'd been able to carve out for himself in that awful time. All the people he'd saved. And Cassidy.
Finally wiping away the tears, he stood up again, knowing what had to be done. And what he would do to himself. Ordinarily time jumps meant that he stepped out of the stream, then back in, retaining the memories of what he'd lived through, even if they differed from what everybody else knew. But not this time. This time he would forget.
Pulling out a handkerchief, he wiped his face, took a moment to compose himself, then wrote out a note on a scrap of paper.
There should be no arena in this timeline.
He closed his hand tightly around the note, steeled himself, took a deep shuddering breath, and made the final change.
--
The next thing he knew was laying on a wooden floor, opening his eyes and looking up at the ceiling of an old building. The space was huge, but as he tried to look around, his head spun and he found himself curling up resisting the urge to vomit, blood trickling from his nose.
"What the hell happened...?" he rasped, then realized a crumpled piece of paper was in his hand.
[tag: OlyMendez]
Full Version: Unintended Consequences
Flynn Gracey
"Well, as far as I can tell, you left to find someone a day ago, and just now dropped out nowhere, right here." The brunette leaned over into his field of vision. Hair pulled up and back, the look of panic on her face explained the soft Louisiana accent out of her mouth. "You okay?"
Something was definitely wrong with him. The blood from his nose and the pale look on his face was a bad sign more often then not. Taking a knee next to him she put a hand gently on his forehead. "That was more then strange Peter. " Shaking her head, "Do you know where you are? How many fingers?" She said holding up two fingers.
Flynn ran a New York City branch of the underground, looking at her small apartment, converted from warehouse office spaces, it was a slight surprise anyone could hide up to 10 or so Specials on the run. She didn't even have cloaking to help her out. Peter helped sometimes though, when he could.
Tag: AG
"Well, as far as I can tell, you left to find someone a day ago, and just now dropped out nowhere, right here." The brunette leaned over into his field of vision. Hair pulled up and back, the look of panic on her face explained the soft Louisiana accent out of her mouth. "You okay?"
Something was definitely wrong with him. The blood from his nose and the pale look on his face was a bad sign more often then not. Taking a knee next to him she put a hand gently on his forehead. "That was more then strange Peter. " Shaking her head, "Do you know where you are? How many fingers?" She said holding up two fingers.
Flynn ran a New York City branch of the underground, looking at her small apartment, converted from warehouse office spaces, it was a slight surprise anyone could hide up to 10 or so Specials on the run. She didn't even have cloaking to help her out. Peter helped sometimes though, when he could.
Tag: AG
Benjamin Lewis
A figure crept through the doorway, trying to silently move over the floor as if he was on some nature show.
"An' right here we see the crumpled form of the wild and endangered Peter-elli, obviously very vulnerable in his current position." the voice of Benjamin Lewis said in hushed tones, mocking an Australian accent as he slowly crept around to Peter's back.
"Let's see what happens when I poke him with a bit of electricity. Remember kids, do not try this at home." he added, reaching down and touching Peter, shocking him with a small bit of electricity.
Tag: AG
A figure crept through the doorway, trying to silently move over the floor as if he was on some nature show.
"An' right here we see the crumpled form of the wild and endangered Peter-elli, obviously very vulnerable in his current position." the voice of Benjamin Lewis said in hushed tones, mocking an Australian accent as he slowly crept around to Peter's back.
"Let's see what happens when I poke him with a bit of electricity. Remember kids, do not try this at home." he added, reaching down and touching Peter, shocking him with a small bit of electricity.
Tag: AG
Flynn
Reacting fast she sprang up, tackling the figure, pushing his chin back with her forearm. "Who the hell do you think you are? Answer fast or I'll drive rusty nails up under your fingernails." She hissed, stepping on his toes. Feeling a jolt of electricity she jumped back, shaking her arms out. " Awww crap Ben. You jerk. Skulking in the dark like that. " She flexed her fingers, narrowing her eyes at him. " And there's no need to shock the poor guy, I think he's just sick."
Tag: Zen
Reacting fast she sprang up, tackling the figure, pushing his chin back with her forearm. "Who the hell do you think you are? Answer fast or I'll drive rusty nails up under your fingernails." She hissed, stepping on his toes. Feeling a jolt of electricity she jumped back, shaking her arms out. " Awww crap Ben. You jerk. Skulking in the dark like that. " She flexed her fingers, narrowing her eyes at him. " And there's no need to shock the poor guy, I think he's just sick."
Tag: Zen
Peter
He went to answer Flynn, but merely ended up coughing and nodding instead, eventually sitting up with a crashing headache. He knew that feeling -- extreme fatigue. Couldn't even bring up regeneration in that bad of a state, so he had to wait a few minutes with his head feeling like it was full of glass shards before he could slowly heal himself, finding an equilibrium between the use of the ability and the help it was giving.
Finally, after returning to normal and wiping his face on his shirtsleeve, he unfolded the paper. A cold feeling landed in the pit of his stomach. It was in his own handwriting, but he had no memory of writing it, and had no idea what it was about. But he did understand the only thing it could mean -- he'd just changed the past drastically, and had chosen to obliterate all memory of what had come before in the other timeline. Which meant it had to be something devastatingly bad he was trying to prevent. An arena? What did that even mean?
"Does... does anybody know what this arena thing is...?" he asked, showing Flynn and Ben and anyone else nearby what he'd written to himself.
[tag: everybody]
He went to answer Flynn, but merely ended up coughing and nodding instead, eventually sitting up with a crashing headache. He knew that feeling -- extreme fatigue. Couldn't even bring up regeneration in that bad of a state, so he had to wait a few minutes with his head feeling like it was full of glass shards before he could slowly heal himself, finding an equilibrium between the use of the ability and the help it was giving.
Finally, after returning to normal and wiping his face on his shirtsleeve, he unfolded the paper. A cold feeling landed in the pit of his stomach. It was in his own handwriting, but he had no memory of writing it, and had no idea what it was about. But he did understand the only thing it could mean -- he'd just changed the past drastically, and had chosen to obliterate all memory of what had come before in the other timeline. Which meant it had to be something devastatingly bad he was trying to prevent. An arena? What did that even mean?
"Does... does anybody know what this arena thing is...?" he asked, showing Flynn and Ben and anyone else nearby what he'd written to himself.
[tag: everybody]
Caylem/Ian
The two men walked along the streets of New York City. Ian walked a few steps ahead of his younger friend. An ear bud in his right ear, the cord leading into his pocket. Caylem followed, his hands in the pockets of his jacket. This was his first time in New York, it was overwhelming.
They reached a corner, Ian looked over his shoulder. “Well, nothing that interesting on the radio, seems to me they haven’t had a decent song on the FM in ten years.” Ian smiled pulled the bud from his ear. “And of course the talking freaks on the AM are screaming about this and that.” He shook his head. “Seems kind of pointless in the end really. Listening to these freaks. Nothing but a bunch of bull.”
Caylem shrugged as he looked up at his friend. Ian laughed. “You know, there is something strange about talking to someone who doesn’t talk back.” He paused. “Even stranger that I’ve just noticed that.” He looked into the distance, waiting for the light to change so they can cross. Caylem shook his head, he had long since given up on understanding his friend.
The light changed. “So, you’ll like this shop, came here a few times, got a few bags for college, one for my old lap-top. You could use it instead of your pockets.”
Caylem raised an eyebrow, watching his friend cross the street. He followed quickly after his friend.
“Yeah, I know, you don’t need one, whatever. They’re good bags, decent price.” Ian smiled back at the young mute. “Don’t worry, I’ll cover the cost.”
Caylem let his neck and shoulders slacken, mimicking a sigh.
[tag: Wicked]
The two men walked along the streets of New York City. Ian walked a few steps ahead of his younger friend. An ear bud in his right ear, the cord leading into his pocket. Caylem followed, his hands in the pockets of his jacket. This was his first time in New York, it was overwhelming.
They reached a corner, Ian looked over his shoulder. “Well, nothing that interesting on the radio, seems to me they haven’t had a decent song on the FM in ten years.” Ian smiled pulled the bud from his ear. “And of course the talking freaks on the AM are screaming about this and that.” He shook his head. “Seems kind of pointless in the end really. Listening to these freaks. Nothing but a bunch of bull.”
Caylem shrugged as he looked up at his friend. Ian laughed. “You know, there is something strange about talking to someone who doesn’t talk back.” He paused. “Even stranger that I’ve just noticed that.” He looked into the distance, waiting for the light to change so they can cross. Caylem shook his head, he had long since given up on understanding his friend.
The light changed. “So, you’ll like this shop, came here a few times, got a few bags for college, one for my old lap-top. You could use it instead of your pockets.”
Caylem raised an eyebrow, watching his friend cross the street. He followed quickly after his friend.
“Yeah, I know, you don’t need one, whatever. They’re good bags, decent price.” Ian smiled back at the young mute. “Don’t worry, I’ll cover the cost.”
Caylem let his neck and shoulders slacken, mimicking a sigh.
[tag: Wicked]
Zin & Claude
“Ya know it would be great if you’d help me load the van, things would go so much faster.” Zin grumbled shoving another box into the back of the beat up white delivery van she’d borrowed. “They need these packs and I told Flynn that I would be there by now.”
“Sorry, can’t risk it. You think it wouldn’t look suspicious if boxes suddenly appeared in your van there? Never know who’s gonna walk by and report something like that.” Claude chuckled, leaning against the old brick building out of view of everyone.
“Who said you had to be invisible to help?” She didn’t bother to look back but instead walked back inside making sure everything safe house related was stuff back into one of the small hiding places from prohibition days.
“That would defeat the purpose of staying out of sight.” He watched her straighten up the work room, tucking away tell tale signs of less then legal activities. While Zin wasn’t grace in motion to watch she didn’t whine and pout when she did get hurt, usually by running into a table, jamming her fingers, tripping over nothing but dust. She was tougher then most people thought when all they saw the beautiful dark haired Brit, it was one of the many things he liked about her but would never let on about.
“Right, sure, whatever.” Zin rolled her eyes. “When I drive that van into the warehouse you get to unload it while I stand around making sarcastic comments then.”
“If that will make you happy then so be it.” He gave her an unseen smile.
“hmmm…” she knew full well that he would somehow get Peter and the others to unload the van when they got there.
Sliding through the heavy swinging door that lead out to the shop Zin was just about to tell Cecily she was going on a delivery run when she spotted a pair of men heading toward her door. It wasn’t like she didn’t get men in the shop; she did after all have a whole line of masculine cases. It was just that with the recent ramping up of events in the past few months she was more guarded when men stepped in without cajoled by girlfriends or wives. Being instantly suspicious was a completely irrational reaction, after all Claude had told her many times about several of the agents that the company had used in the past and both of them believed the government wasn’t above using some of the same tactics. Nonetheless she’d be watching them closely, as she was sure Claude would be from his stance somewhere nearby.
(tag Random)
“Ya know it would be great if you’d help me load the van, things would go so much faster.” Zin grumbled shoving another box into the back of the beat up white delivery van she’d borrowed. “They need these packs and I told Flynn that I would be there by now.”
“Sorry, can’t risk it. You think it wouldn’t look suspicious if boxes suddenly appeared in your van there? Never know who’s gonna walk by and report something like that.” Claude chuckled, leaning against the old brick building out of view of everyone.
“Who said you had to be invisible to help?” She didn’t bother to look back but instead walked back inside making sure everything safe house related was stuff back into one of the small hiding places from prohibition days.
“That would defeat the purpose of staying out of sight.” He watched her straighten up the work room, tucking away tell tale signs of less then legal activities. While Zin wasn’t grace in motion to watch she didn’t whine and pout when she did get hurt, usually by running into a table, jamming her fingers, tripping over nothing but dust. She was tougher then most people thought when all they saw the beautiful dark haired Brit, it was one of the many things he liked about her but would never let on about.
“Right, sure, whatever.” Zin rolled her eyes. “When I drive that van into the warehouse you get to unload it while I stand around making sarcastic comments then.”
“If that will make you happy then so be it.” He gave her an unseen smile.
“hmmm…” she knew full well that he would somehow get Peter and the others to unload the van when they got there.
Sliding through the heavy swinging door that lead out to the shop Zin was just about to tell Cecily she was going on a delivery run when she spotted a pair of men heading toward her door. It wasn’t like she didn’t get men in the shop; she did after all have a whole line of masculine cases. It was just that with the recent ramping up of events in the past few months she was more guarded when men stepped in without cajoled by girlfriends or wives. Being instantly suspicious was a completely irrational reaction, after all Claude had told her many times about several of the agents that the company had used in the past and both of them believed the government wasn’t above using some of the same tactics. Nonetheless she’d be watching them closely, as she was sure Claude would be from his stance somewhere nearby.
(tag Random)
Caylem/Ian
Ian pushed open the door and smiled to himself. “See, here it is, stop you’re moping. A bag will do ya good, it’ll keep your coat from being all lopsided.” He laughed, looking from his friend.
Caylem merely shook his friend and walked passed Ian and entered the shop. He looked around and stopped at one of the nearest items. It was obviously for a female, but he couldn’t help but admire the work done to it.
Ian stood behind Caylem looking at the bag. He then pulled back and looked around the place. “Just as I remember it.” He paused. “Well, except that was over there. And that wasn’t there…and that…” he started to trail off, looking around the room. “Hm…no…it really isn’t how I remember it. But the name and place is right, so it’s gotta be the store.”
Caylem had long since ignored his friends rambling and moved on to the more obvious male bags.
Ian shook his head. “I’m missing something here…I know it.” With that he finally noticed Zin. “Ha! You I remember. Told you we were in the right place.” Ian turned his head to Caylem. “See, I was right.” He noticed Caylem was engrossed with looking over a particular bag. “Ehh…screw it.”
He looked to Zin. “So, how are you? Been a long time since I’ve been here.” He shook his head. “Since I’ve been to New York really. Glad to see you’re still here though. That some things don’t change.” He smiled extending his hand to Zin.
[tag: Wicked]
Ian pushed open the door and smiled to himself. “See, here it is, stop you’re moping. A bag will do ya good, it’ll keep your coat from being all lopsided.” He laughed, looking from his friend.
Caylem merely shook his friend and walked passed Ian and entered the shop. He looked around and stopped at one of the nearest items. It was obviously for a female, but he couldn’t help but admire the work done to it.
Ian stood behind Caylem looking at the bag. He then pulled back and looked around the place. “Just as I remember it.” He paused. “Well, except that was over there. And that wasn’t there…and that…” he started to trail off, looking around the room. “Hm…no…it really isn’t how I remember it. But the name and place is right, so it’s gotta be the store.”
Caylem had long since ignored his friends rambling and moved on to the more obvious male bags.
Ian shook his head. “I’m missing something here…I know it.” With that he finally noticed Zin. “Ha! You I remember. Told you we were in the right place.” Ian turned his head to Caylem. “See, I was right.” He noticed Caylem was engrossed with looking over a particular bag. “Ehh…screw it.”
He looked to Zin. “So, how are you? Been a long time since I’ve been here.” He shook his head. “Since I’ve been to New York really. Glad to see you’re still here though. That some things don’t change.” He smiled extending his hand to Zin.
[tag: Wicked]
Zin
Even cloaked she could sense the Claude’s amusement, years of familiarity still trickleing back after five years of absence. Ignoring him, she stepped from behind the aged rosewood counter to shake the gentleman’s hand.
“Hello.” She put on her best smile for the customer. He may have remembered her but after so many years and customers there was no way to put a name with the face. Then again she didn’t even know if he’d been there before or after the explosion that had devastated so much of the area five years ago.
“We’re doing just fine. It was touch and go for a while whether the building would make it but she’s still standing after all the renovations and reconstruction.” Politely she hinted around to find out just when he had been there.
“I’m glad you’ve found your way back. Is there anything I can help you with? Looking for something particular?” Zin asked tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. It was a nervous tick, she was expected at Flynn’s but she couldn’t just leave it would be rude.
(tag Random)
Even cloaked she could sense the Claude’s amusement, years of familiarity still trickleing back after five years of absence. Ignoring him, she stepped from behind the aged rosewood counter to shake the gentleman’s hand.
“Hello.” She put on her best smile for the customer. He may have remembered her but after so many years and customers there was no way to put a name with the face. Then again she didn’t even know if he’d been there before or after the explosion that had devastated so much of the area five years ago.
“We’re doing just fine. It was touch and go for a while whether the building would make it but she’s still standing after all the renovations and reconstruction.” Politely she hinted around to find out just when he had been there.
“I’m glad you’ve found your way back. Is there anything I can help you with? Looking for something particular?” Zin asked tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. It was a nervous tick, she was expected at Flynn’s but she couldn’t just leave it would be rude.
(tag Random)
Ian/Caylem
Ian smiled and looked over at his shoulder to look at Caylem. “My friend there needs a bag to carry all his crap in. Obbsessed with using his pockets in his jacket.” He waved his arm in his friend’s direction. “Always got the thing lopsided. It’s quite a drag when you’re trying to look cool and suave around town.”
He turned his head back to Zin. “My mom used to drag me here all the time, always looking at this or that. Never bought anything, just enjoyed lookin.” He smiled absentmindedly. “Good ole days…” he shook his head. “But those are gone, right.” For the first time he looked anything but jovial.
A tap came at his shoulder. Caylem stood behind him with the bag. “Oh? Want that one huh?” he lifted it from Caylem’s hand and looked at it over. “Hm…Well, alright.” He passed it over to Zin. “Here we go.”
Caylem walked over to the counter and absentmindedly tapped on it’s surface while Ian did his business. “Still can’t believe it…five years.” He laughed shaking his head. “How does New York survive this kind of crap. She’s just as beautiful though.” He smiled again, but barely.
“So, How much do I owe?” he asked.
[tag: Wicked]
Ian smiled and looked over at his shoulder to look at Caylem. “My friend there needs a bag to carry all his crap in. Obbsessed with using his pockets in his jacket.” He waved his arm in his friend’s direction. “Always got the thing lopsided. It’s quite a drag when you’re trying to look cool and suave around town.”
He turned his head back to Zin. “My mom used to drag me here all the time, always looking at this or that. Never bought anything, just enjoyed lookin.” He smiled absentmindedly. “Good ole days…” he shook his head. “But those are gone, right.” For the first time he looked anything but jovial.
A tap came at his shoulder. Caylem stood behind him with the bag. “Oh? Want that one huh?” he lifted it from Caylem’s hand and looked at it over. “Hm…Well, alright.” He passed it over to Zin. “Here we go.”
Caylem walked over to the counter and absentmindedly tapped on it’s surface while Ian did his business. “Still can’t believe it…five years.” He laughed shaking his head. “How does New York survive this kind of crap. She’s just as beautiful though.” He smiled again, but barely.
“So, How much do I owe?” he asked.
[tag: Wicked]
Flynn
Letting go of Ben, she wiped her hands on her coat, going back to Peter. Putting a hand out for him she asked "Think you can stand? We should get you to a couch or something. Better then a wood floor." She took the paper from his hand, looking it over.
Frowning slightly, she shivered, shaking her head. "I have no idea what that means. Arena? Like- for sports? Or maybe something else? Like... I don't know." Handing it back to him, she gave him a quick smile. "Come on darlin." Glancing at Ben she narrowed her eyes, "you can come too, but shock anyone or thing and I'll kick you out the back window."
Tag: AG, Zen
Letting go of Ben, she wiped her hands on her coat, going back to Peter. Putting a hand out for him she asked "Think you can stand? We should get you to a couch or something. Better then a wood floor." She took the paper from his hand, looking it over.
Frowning slightly, she shivered, shaking her head. "I have no idea what that means. Arena? Like- for sports? Or maybe something else? Like... I don't know." Handing it back to him, she gave him a quick smile. "Come on darlin." Glancing at Ben she narrowed her eyes, "you can come too, but shock anyone or thing and I'll kick you out the back window."
Tag: AG, Zen
Peter
"I'll do more than that if you shock me again," he said to Ben as he got awkwardly to his feet with Flynn's help. He hadn't felt it much, actually, due to all the other pain he was going through, and he was nearly used to the younger Lewis brother's shenanigans by this point.
"I'm all right." He gave them a quick half-smile and made for the back dressing rooms of the theater, washing his face and hands after shoving the note into his pocket. He didn't know what the arena was, but he knew it had to be horrific for him to have shoved everybody, including himself, into an alternative timeline. Something to keep an eye out for.
[tag: everybody]
"I'll do more than that if you shock me again," he said to Ben as he got awkwardly to his feet with Flynn's help. He hadn't felt it much, actually, due to all the other pain he was going through, and he was nearly used to the younger Lewis brother's shenanigans by this point.
"I'm all right." He gave them a quick half-smile and made for the back dressing rooms of the theater, washing his face and hands after shoving the note into his pocket. He didn't know what the arena was, but he knew it had to be horrific for him to have shoved everybody, including himself, into an alternative timeline. Something to keep an eye out for.
[tag: everybody]
Zin
Now she knew Claude would be doubled over holding back a hearty laugh because the look on her face when the young man said he shop there with his mother must have been priceless. Zin hoped her surprised look didn’t offend him. Absentmindedly she touched her face and ran a hand through her hair like she could wipe away any signs of age. After all she was only 34, just fresh out of her twenties and on most days she didn’t fell much older then 21, it was silly to feel old just because he said he came in with his mother but that didn’t stop the little involuntary and slightly paranoid nag that maybe she was looking older then she thought.
“You’re Mum? Sometimes window shopping is just as enjoy able as the real thing and you walk away with dosh still in your pocket. How about I knock 20% off?” Taking the bag she rang it up and they exchanged cash for the item.
“Cities are resilient living things, always changing, growing, adapting, and evolving. They are what the people make of them or need them to be.” Zin smiled, losing herself a little in the shiny memory of why she came to New York in the first place.
“Do you still live around here or just back for visit?” She was making polite conversation and yet still probing to find if they were telling the truth.
(Tag Random)
Now she knew Claude would be doubled over holding back a hearty laugh because the look on her face when the young man said he shop there with his mother must have been priceless. Zin hoped her surprised look didn’t offend him. Absentmindedly she touched her face and ran a hand through her hair like she could wipe away any signs of age. After all she was only 34, just fresh out of her twenties and on most days she didn’t fell much older then 21, it was silly to feel old just because he said he came in with his mother but that didn’t stop the little involuntary and slightly paranoid nag that maybe she was looking older then she thought.
“You’re Mum? Sometimes window shopping is just as enjoy able as the real thing and you walk away with dosh still in your pocket. How about I knock 20% off?” Taking the bag she rang it up and they exchanged cash for the item.
“Cities are resilient living things, always changing, growing, adapting, and evolving. They are what the people make of them or need them to be.” Zin smiled, losing herself a little in the shiny memory of why she came to New York in the first place.
“Do you still live around here or just back for visit?” She was making polite conversation and yet still probing to find if they were telling the truth.
(Tag Random)
Flynn
Grinning she nodded up the stairs. "Well then, come on up. I have soup I can heat up. Have you eaten yet?" She unlocked a door that hid the stairs up to her apartment. "Zin said she'd be over soon-ish." Letting them file in she shut off the lights and locked the door behind her. Opening the door to her apartment she took her coat of, hanging it on a twisted metal coat rack she had once picked up from a sculptor, it was a prototype for a bigger piece the woman was going to do in DC. Flynn took a smug satisfaction in minute desecration of the US's government but using this piece to hang a wet umbrella on. Sticking it to the man, her way.
Moving past the boys she glanced at her phone, no messages, and turned oven on to preheat. Pulling out a pot and leftovers from the fridge she started to warm it up. "So Ben, skulking around or did you have something you needed either one of us for?" She tread carefully, not knowing if Ben knew about Peter's mission or not.
Tag: AG, Zen
Grinning she nodded up the stairs. "Well then, come on up. I have soup I can heat up. Have you eaten yet?" She unlocked a door that hid the stairs up to her apartment. "Zin said she'd be over soon-ish." Letting them file in she shut off the lights and locked the door behind her. Opening the door to her apartment she took her coat of, hanging it on a twisted metal coat rack she had once picked up from a sculptor, it was a prototype for a bigger piece the woman was going to do in DC. Flynn took a smug satisfaction in minute desecration of the US's government but using this piece to hang a wet umbrella on. Sticking it to the man, her way.
Moving past the boys she glanced at her phone, no messages, and turned oven on to preheat. Pulling out a pot and leftovers from the fridge she started to warm it up. "So Ben, skulking around or did you have something you needed either one of us for?" She tread carefully, not knowing if Ben knew about Peter's mission or not.
Tag: AG, Zen
Ian/Caylem
Ian smiled and handed the bag to Caylem. "There. now you can look like a sane human being for once." Caylem narrowed his eyes at Ian. "Don't give me that look."
Caylem shook his head, he looked from his friend to Zin again. It looked like she'd regained her compsure, but he was sure she was surprised by Ian talking about comming here when he was younger. Or even surprised that Ian seemed to talk and talk without needed to take a breath.
He turned back to Zin. "Long story short, I thought i'd avoid this place like the plague. Haven't been back in over five years." He shook his head. "I'm sure my mother would have loved looking through some of the stuff you have here."
His smile was gone now. "Thanks, a lot. One last thing, could you give me directions to the memorial. If I'm here, I owe it a visit."
[tag:wicked]
Ian smiled and handed the bag to Caylem. "There. now you can look like a sane human being for once." Caylem narrowed his eyes at Ian. "Don't give me that look."
Caylem shook his head, he looked from his friend to Zin again. It looked like she'd regained her compsure, but he was sure she was surprised by Ian talking about comming here when he was younger. Or even surprised that Ian seemed to talk and talk without needed to take a breath.
He turned back to Zin. "Long story short, I thought i'd avoid this place like the plague. Haven't been back in over five years." He shook his head. "I'm sure my mother would have loved looking through some of the stuff you have here."
His smile was gone now. "Thanks, a lot. One last thing, could you give me directions to the memorial. If I'm here, I owe it a visit."
[tag:wicked]
Jess
Jess arrived at her office in New York, ever since she had lost her power in a mission with Peter and his group she had retired from the missions, the government no longer chased her because of her status, but her career as actress was more or less over.
However she found it really easy to talk to people about other people out there with abilities, and how they should protect them rather than capture them, she wasn't part of any group, but she had some contacts.
She still had contact with Peter and the gang, but now she dedicated herself to a nobler cause, she secretly, in order to not get caught by the government helped people with powers escape or fake their documents so they could live normal lives.
It wasn't as glamorous as acting, something that she deeply missed, but she found it really comforting, something to keep her warm now that her fire was gone.
TAG: Maybe Bhero for Jade?
Chris
Chris felt a chill down his spine, as if something was different, but he returned to the question at hand, finding the girl that Caleb saw and stop all this hell that was occurring.
He started walking, they were near the cemetery, only a half dozen houses were in the area surrounding the graves. He could hear the shots of the policeman in the background.
"Okay... lets start with that one..." said Chris pointing at the first house he saw.
He walked to the front door and knocked the door, though it was unlocked and it opened with the first knock.
TAG: Wicked, Saviour.
Eddie
Eddie woke up and smelled the air, he couldn't tell why but it was as if he was smelling something again for the first time in what seemed like an eternity.
He turned around and saw his girlfriend MJ, he grabbed his chest as if checking everything was in order. He didn't know why, but he knew that somehow being alive here today was something major.
He looked at her, not wanting to wake her up, but wanting to talk to her at the same time, deciding it would be better to just go take a bath.
He filled up the bath tub and just submerged on it, 20 seconds passed but he didn't went up for air, 30 seconds he started to feel the effects of the lack of oxygen. He waited as long as he could, a familiar feeling getting stronger each time, although he couldn't really put his finger on it.
He got out of the water and gasped for air, water filling the floor of the bathroom as he moved strongly inside the tub.
He passed his hand through his hair and just started at the ceiling blankly.
TAG: AG.
Jess arrived at her office in New York, ever since she had lost her power in a mission with Peter and his group she had retired from the missions, the government no longer chased her because of her status, but her career as actress was more or less over.
However she found it really easy to talk to people about other people out there with abilities, and how they should protect them rather than capture them, she wasn't part of any group, but she had some contacts.
She still had contact with Peter and the gang, but now she dedicated herself to a nobler cause, she secretly, in order to not get caught by the government helped people with powers escape or fake their documents so they could live normal lives.
It wasn't as glamorous as acting, something that she deeply missed, but she found it really comforting, something to keep her warm now that her fire was gone.
TAG: Maybe Bhero for Jade?
Chris
Chris felt a chill down his spine, as if something was different, but he returned to the question at hand, finding the girl that Caleb saw and stop all this hell that was occurring.
He started walking, they were near the cemetery, only a half dozen houses were in the area surrounding the graves. He could hear the shots of the policeman in the background.
"Okay... lets start with that one..." said Chris pointing at the first house he saw.
He walked to the front door and knocked the door, though it was unlocked and it opened with the first knock.
TAG: Wicked, Saviour.
Eddie
Eddie woke up and smelled the air, he couldn't tell why but it was as if he was smelling something again for the first time in what seemed like an eternity.
He turned around and saw his girlfriend MJ, he grabbed his chest as if checking everything was in order. He didn't know why, but he knew that somehow being alive here today was something major.
He looked at her, not wanting to wake her up, but wanting to talk to her at the same time, deciding it would be better to just go take a bath.
He filled up the bath tub and just submerged on it, 20 seconds passed but he didn't went up for air, 30 seconds he started to feel the effects of the lack of oxygen. He waited as long as he could, a familiar feeling getting stronger each time, although he couldn't really put his finger on it.
He got out of the water and gasped for air, water filling the floor of the bathroom as he moved strongly inside the tub.
He passed his hand through his hair and just started at the ceiling blankly.
TAG: AG.
Ben, Matt
Ben sprung up from the floor where Flynn dropped him, completely disregarding Peter's comment. "Oh he likes it, he just won't admit it to my face." he said to Flynn, chuckling, then sprinted off before Flynn or Peter replied.
Frankly, Ben was just bored hanging out with the sitcom that the place had become. Everyone was paired off except for him, not that he didn't mind, but it was just boring sometimes to be around all the love-fest. Which is why he liked to "spice" their life up a bit, as he called it. Generally got him on the receiving end of various abilities, but he didn't' mind.
Heading down some random hallway. Ben turned and found himself in a large open space that had originally been two or three rooms, but had been converted to help train or practice or whatever, something that Ben didn't really pay attention to when it happened.
Inside, Sparrow was occupying her time strengthening her skills, her reflexes, something or another that Ben didn't really care about at the moment. All he saw was another opportunity to liven up his day.
"An' here we have the lone Birdie, preparing herself for another hard day's work of whooping people's buttocks." he started again in the hushed Australian accent, slowly creeping up on her. "Careful now, she's a wild one if agitated, so extreme caution is necessary even when she looks innocent."
He moved in closer to her, but before he got too close, his legs froze and his arms moved to his side. A small "Crikey!" of surprise escaped his lips before he started hovering off the ground some.
"Hey, I found another dummy for you to practice on Sparrow." a voice rang out behind him, Benjamin recognizing it as his brother Matthew. "This one will scream like a girl though." he added with a small chuckle as he started to rotate Ben around, somewhat to his amusement.
Tag: AG mainly
Ben sprung up from the floor where Flynn dropped him, completely disregarding Peter's comment. "Oh he likes it, he just won't admit it to my face." he said to Flynn, chuckling, then sprinted off before Flynn or Peter replied.
Frankly, Ben was just bored hanging out with the sitcom that the place had become. Everyone was paired off except for him, not that he didn't mind, but it was just boring sometimes to be around all the love-fest. Which is why he liked to "spice" their life up a bit, as he called it. Generally got him on the receiving end of various abilities, but he didn't' mind.
Heading down some random hallway. Ben turned and found himself in a large open space that had originally been two or three rooms, but had been converted to help train or practice or whatever, something that Ben didn't really pay attention to when it happened.
Inside, Sparrow was occupying her time strengthening her skills, her reflexes, something or another that Ben didn't really care about at the moment. All he saw was another opportunity to liven up his day.
"An' here we have the lone Birdie, preparing herself for another hard day's work of whooping people's buttocks." he started again in the hushed Australian accent, slowly creeping up on her. "Careful now, she's a wild one if agitated, so extreme caution is necessary even when she looks innocent."
He moved in closer to her, but before he got too close, his legs froze and his arms moved to his side. A small "Crikey!" of surprise escaped his lips before he started hovering off the ground some.
"Hey, I found another dummy for you to practice on Sparrow." a voice rang out behind him, Benjamin recognizing it as his brother Matthew. "This one will scream like a girl though." he added with a small chuckle as he started to rotate Ben around, somewhat to his amusement.
Tag: AG mainly
Jade
After two hours in the airport trying to locate her luggage Jade merged her way, shoulder to shoulder, through the swarm of tourists and travelers outside. She only had one bag with her which she easily slung over her shoulder. It wasn’t what was inside that she would have missed, the thrift store clothes and random belongings. She could have even gone without the false documents. But the board that was resting through the loops of the bag had become almost an attachment of herself.
She removed the skate board from its holster and tossed it on the ground while scanning her fingers across the city map. After checking out her location she tugged her jacket tighter around her body and stepped aboard her preferred means of transportation. Her mind wandered as it always did while she carved her way in and out of the sidewalk and pedestrians. She had just found a moment of normalcy after all the tragedy in her life when the dream came to her, the one that led her to this place. For years she had given up hope of ever seeing her brothers again but in this dream they were so real, so true, she had no way not to listen. She needed to seek out people like herself, to find where they were hiding, and maybe just maybe find out if her brothers had ever escaped their captors.
She had heard the stories of Jess and saw the drama play out on TV with her parents. She didn’t know if this woman would help her or hand her over to the government but it was her only hope.
The office building had a small sign Jade nearly didn’t see. She nearly flew of her board when she slammed the tail of the deck to the concrete and skidded to a stop. Pressing her toes to the tail she reached down and met her fingertips to the rough grip tape then immediately tucked it under her arm and made her way inside.
The door was cracked and as Jade’s fist met the wood, it creaked open. Her hand pushed it the rest of the way as she peeked her head inside calling out, “Hello is anyone here?”
[Tag: Sno]
After two hours in the airport trying to locate her luggage Jade merged her way, shoulder to shoulder, through the swarm of tourists and travelers outside. She only had one bag with her which she easily slung over her shoulder. It wasn’t what was inside that she would have missed, the thrift store clothes and random belongings. She could have even gone without the false documents. But the board that was resting through the loops of the bag had become almost an attachment of herself.
She removed the skate board from its holster and tossed it on the ground while scanning her fingers across the city map. After checking out her location she tugged her jacket tighter around her body and stepped aboard her preferred means of transportation. Her mind wandered as it always did while she carved her way in and out of the sidewalk and pedestrians. She had just found a moment of normalcy after all the tragedy in her life when the dream came to her, the one that led her to this place. For years she had given up hope of ever seeing her brothers again but in this dream they were so real, so true, she had no way not to listen. She needed to seek out people like herself, to find where they were hiding, and maybe just maybe find out if her brothers had ever escaped their captors.
She had heard the stories of Jess and saw the drama play out on TV with her parents. She didn’t know if this woman would help her or hand her over to the government but it was her only hope.
The office building had a small sign Jade nearly didn’t see. She nearly flew of her board when she slammed the tail of the deck to the concrete and skidded to a stop. Pressing her toes to the tail she reached down and met her fingertips to the rough grip tape then immediately tucked it under her arm and made her way inside.
The door was cracked and as Jade’s fist met the wood, it creaked open. Her hand pushed it the rest of the way as she peeked her head inside calling out, “Hello is anyone here?”
[Tag: Sno]
Zin
“Kirby Plaza’s only a short ride from here. Take a left out the door and follow that to the subway, there a couple of trains that make the stop about a block from the memorial.” Not usually the best person to give directions Zin did her best to not get them lost.
She couldn’t help notice the past tense when he referred to his mother. So many people had been lost that day, and it was only because Claude had so frantically urged her to leave the city that she was even still standing. But he said he hadn’t been back for more then five years, maybe this didn’t have anything to do with that day.
“So, did you loose your Mum that day?” Zin jumped right in, sometimes being direct was the best way to ask a question. “Sorry, don’t mean to pry, it’s just…they way you said it, it sounded like you lost her that day.”
(Tag Random)
“Kirby Plaza’s only a short ride from here. Take a left out the door and follow that to the subway, there a couple of trains that make the stop about a block from the memorial.” Not usually the best person to give directions Zin did her best to not get them lost.
She couldn’t help notice the past tense when he referred to his mother. So many people had been lost that day, and it was only because Claude had so frantically urged her to leave the city that she was even still standing. But he said he hadn’t been back for more then five years, maybe this didn’t have anything to do with that day.
“So, did you loose your Mum that day?” Zin jumped right in, sometimes being direct was the best way to ask a question. “Sorry, don’t mean to pry, it’s just…they way you said it, it sounded like you lost her that day.”
(Tag Random)
Ian/Caylem
Ian half frowned. despite his openess before, he didn't like being asked about his family. He prefered to control the information about himself. It was a healthy way of keeping yourself a part of the crowd. Volunteer enough info to keep people thinking they've got control, but not enough to make an use of.
"I lost my family." he said. He looked at Caylem, who had moved away, becoming very interested in a bag, trying block Ian out.
"I was away at college, In Albany." He shook his head, memories of that day. He was on the phone with his sister as it happened. One second her cheerful voice, the next, static.
Ian tried giving a half smile, but knowing he failed. "Course...Must have been hell to actually have been here when it happened and survived."
[tag: Wicked]
Ian half frowned. despite his openess before, he didn't like being asked about his family. He prefered to control the information about himself. It was a healthy way of keeping yourself a part of the crowd. Volunteer enough info to keep people thinking they've got control, but not enough to make an use of.
"I lost my family." he said. He looked at Caylem, who had moved away, becoming very interested in a bag, trying block Ian out.
"I was away at college, In Albany." He shook his head, memories of that day. He was on the phone with his sister as it happened. One second her cheerful voice, the next, static.
Ian tried giving a half smile, but knowing he failed. "Course...Must have been hell to actually have been here when it happened and survived."
[tag: Wicked]
Peter
With a sigh he watched Ben dart from the little hidden apartment to parts unknown. He had to admit the man was right -- as annoying as the jokester was, he did inwardly find it pretty darn funny. Usually. And it wasn't like Ben could actually hurt him.
His memory was still a little fuzzy, and he quietly sat down at the kitchen table in preparation for soup as he tried to get his thoughts together. Shifting an entire timeline, with him popping into the middle of it, replacing the him that had just been there. It creeped him out a little but he'd learned not to dwell on that kind of thing.
Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the past. Memories firmed up, became more clear. He could still tell where the split was because that's where the memories were less clear, but only barely. Something else to not dwell on.
Busting people out of prisons with Hiro... Meeting the Lewis brothers... Finding the theater/safehouse... Proposing to Flynn...
Suddenly he realized there was soup in front of him and he opened his eyes, blinking, smiling vaguely.
"Thanks. Don't know what I'd do without you."
[tag: Oly]
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Sparrow
Her skin glistening with sweat, she gave the battered salvaged punching bag one last kick, then grinned wickedly and turned toward them.
"Wow, with realistic girlscream even? Aw, Matt, you're too good to me." She made toward the levitating Ben as if going to attack, but just ended up digging her fingers into his ribs and tickling him mercilessly until she caught a nasty tingling pop to the hands that made her step back, laughing.
[tag: Zensu]
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Maryjean
Eddie was acting weird... but when was Eddie not acting weird? That's what she loved about him. Or one of the things, anyway.
"Breathing underwater's my ability, remember," she said with a smirk, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom. "And I hope you're going to clean up this mess before it damages the floor." Grabbing a couple of towels she tossed them at the edges of the overflow, hoping to at least prevent it from spreading farther.
"What's your problem, anyway? You look like you've seen a ghost. And not the usual ones you see."
[tag: snowind]
With a sigh he watched Ben dart from the little hidden apartment to parts unknown. He had to admit the man was right -- as annoying as the jokester was, he did inwardly find it pretty darn funny. Usually. And it wasn't like Ben could actually hurt him.
His memory was still a little fuzzy, and he quietly sat down at the kitchen table in preparation for soup as he tried to get his thoughts together. Shifting an entire timeline, with him popping into the middle of it, replacing the him that had just been there. It creeped him out a little but he'd learned not to dwell on that kind of thing.
Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the past. Memories firmed up, became more clear. He could still tell where the split was because that's where the memories were less clear, but only barely. Something else to not dwell on.
Busting people out of prisons with Hiro... Meeting the Lewis brothers... Finding the theater/safehouse... Proposing to Flynn...
Suddenly he realized there was soup in front of him and he opened his eyes, blinking, smiling vaguely.
"Thanks. Don't know what I'd do without you."
[tag: Oly]
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Sparrow
Her skin glistening with sweat, she gave the battered salvaged punching bag one last kick, then grinned wickedly and turned toward them.
"Wow, with realistic girlscream even? Aw, Matt, you're too good to me." She made toward the levitating Ben as if going to attack, but just ended up digging her fingers into his ribs and tickling him mercilessly until she caught a nasty tingling pop to the hands that made her step back, laughing.
[tag: Zensu]
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Maryjean
Eddie was acting weird... but when was Eddie not acting weird? That's what she loved about him. Or one of the things, anyway.
"Breathing underwater's my ability, remember," she said with a smirk, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom. "And I hope you're going to clean up this mess before it damages the floor." Grabbing a couple of towels she tossed them at the edges of the overflow, hoping to at least prevent it from spreading farther.
"What's your problem, anyway? You look like you've seen a ghost. And not the usual ones you see."
[tag: snowind]
Flynn
Grinning she set a bowl in front of him, she kissed the top of his head, holding it for a moment. "Starve" she shrugged. Opening a cupboard she pulled out a corn muffin and set it above the bowl. "Do you want anything to drink?" Stopping she bent her head over a little. "Are you sure you're okay? You look really out of it. Like, more then usual."
Tag: AG
Grinning she set a bowl in front of him, she kissed the top of his head, holding it for a moment. "Starve" she shrugged. Opening a cupboard she pulled out a corn muffin and set it above the bowl. "Do you want anything to drink?" Stopping she bent her head over a little. "Are you sure you're okay? You look really out of it. Like, more then usual."
Tag: AG
Aggie
“Of course you have to pick the creepiest of all the houses.” Why was she suddenly starting to feel like Daphne from a Scooby Doo cartoon? Glancing a bit anxiously behind them Aggie tried to keep an eye out for the walking dead. Her head turned back when the creak of the door cut the night.
“That is never a good sign.” She groaned. “Isn’t there a rule in Scream that says you shouldn’t go into a creepy house if the door just happened to be open?” The cool evening breeze brushed over her arms making her shiver.
(Tag Snow & Saviour)
“Of course you have to pick the creepiest of all the houses.” Why was she suddenly starting to feel like Daphne from a Scooby Doo cartoon? Glancing a bit anxiously behind them Aggie tried to keep an eye out for the walking dead. Her head turned back when the creak of the door cut the night.
“That is never a good sign.” She groaned. “Isn’t there a rule in Scream that says you shouldn’t go into a creepy house if the door just happened to be open?” The cool evening breeze brushed over her arms making her shiver.
(Tag Snow & Saviour)
Zin
“I’m sorry. Lost some friends myself, if I hadn’t been out of town I’m not too sure I’d be here at all. Took me more then a month to get back and by then they’d cleared out the worse of it, but you can still find the odd bit of debris from that day.” She let the topic drop quietly, noting the now awkward quiet that was filling the store.
“Your friend doesn’t talk much does he, so what’s brought the two of you back here?” Talking to people who had been touched by that day made her feel connected to humanity when parts of the world would rather see her locked in some cage.
(tag Random)
“I’m sorry. Lost some friends myself, if I hadn’t been out of town I’m not too sure I’d be here at all. Took me more then a month to get back and by then they’d cleared out the worse of it, but you can still find the odd bit of debris from that day.” She let the topic drop quietly, noting the now awkward quiet that was filling the store.
“Your friend doesn’t talk much does he, so what’s brought the two of you back here?” Talking to people who had been touched by that day made her feel connected to humanity when parts of the world would rather see her locked in some cage.
(tag Random)
Ian/Caylem
Ian looked at his friend, making sure he was still there. "Hm? Caylem? Nah, doesn't talk. Hasn't said a word to me since I met him." He smiled, sliding his hands into his pockets, looking up at the roof. How to play it, he wondered.
"Actually I'm here cause Caylem dragged me here." he laughed. "For a quite guy he's quite persuasive." He shook his head. "Course, I didn't want to come, I mean with all the specials this place seems to attract, not quite the safest place to be." His eyes darted to Caylem.
Now was the moment, play it right, something was wrong about the store, about the place, he could feel it deep down. As the two locked sight, Caylem's eyes narrowed, almost telling Ian not to do it. Ian ignored the warning.
"They should just stop all this humanitarian B.S. and just kill everyone last one of them if you ask me." Ian was lying, but it was needed, his eyes landed on Zin, watching her reaction.
[tag: wicked]
Ian looked at his friend, making sure he was still there. "Hm? Caylem? Nah, doesn't talk. Hasn't said a word to me since I met him." He smiled, sliding his hands into his pockets, looking up at the roof. How to play it, he wondered.
"Actually I'm here cause Caylem dragged me here." he laughed. "For a quite guy he's quite persuasive." He shook his head. "Course, I didn't want to come, I mean with all the specials this place seems to attract, not quite the safest place to be." His eyes darted to Caylem.
Now was the moment, play it right, something was wrong about the store, about the place, he could feel it deep down. As the two locked sight, Caylem's eyes narrowed, almost telling Ian not to do it. Ian ignored the warning.
"They should just stop all this humanitarian B.S. and just kill everyone last one of them if you ask me." Ian was lying, but it was needed, his eyes landed on Zin, watching her reaction.
[tag: wicked]
Eddie
He heard MJ's voice and suddenly turned to see her.
"Yeah I'll clean that up, don't worry..." said Eddie as he closed his eyes and rubbed them with his hands.
"It's nothing" said Eddie. "It's just... I feel like I shouldn't be here, like if I were running on stolen time..."
He knew it sounded crazy, and he seriously didn't want to scare her, it was probably just his imagination.
"As if I had done a deal with a crossroad demon..." said Eddie. "Although I don't remember putting anything in a crossroad... Maybe I walk while I'm sleep... Do I?"
TAG: AG.
Jess
She was looking at pictures of her while acting when someone entered her office.
"Over here" said Jess to the voice, it sounded like a girl.
In her new line of work, she couldn't help but to be scared every time someone new came into her office, she couldn't help but to wonder if the government had finally noticed what she was doing and came here to stop her.
She open a drawer and activated a small device she had that prevented communication via several devices, just in case this was a government operation. After that, she checked herself in the mirror making sure that she looked her best, just because she wasn't an actress anymore didn't mean she should stop looking her best.
TAG: Bhero.
He heard MJ's voice and suddenly turned to see her.
"Yeah I'll clean that up, don't worry..." said Eddie as he closed his eyes and rubbed them with his hands.
"It's nothing" said Eddie. "It's just... I feel like I shouldn't be here, like if I were running on stolen time..."
He knew it sounded crazy, and he seriously didn't want to scare her, it was probably just his imagination.
"As if I had done a deal with a crossroad demon..." said Eddie. "Although I don't remember putting anything in a crossroad... Maybe I walk while I'm sleep... Do I?"
TAG: AG.
Jess
She was looking at pictures of her while acting when someone entered her office.
"Over here" said Jess to the voice, it sounded like a girl.
In her new line of work, she couldn't help but to be scared every time someone new came into her office, she couldn't help but to wonder if the government had finally noticed what she was doing and came here to stop her.
She open a drawer and activated a small device she had that prevented communication via several devices, just in case this was a government operation. After that, she checked herself in the mirror making sure that she looked her best, just because she wasn't an actress anymore didn't mean she should stop looking her best.
TAG: Bhero.
Zin (with Claude lurking)
“Trust me I understand how persuasive silence can be.” Her chuckle was stopped short by a sudden change in the conversation.
Was it a test? A trap? Or just plain bigotry? Jump to defend and you could be easily outed as a sympathizer or worse, they could find out just what she was part off. She could feel Claude’s breath on the back of her neck just waiting to grab her and run. This was going to be a like walking a tight rope.
“Well,” she paused gathering her thoughts. “That was quite a declaration.” Her brow furrowed just a little and she tilted her head to one side as Zin tried to assess the two men. She wished Peter or Flynn or anyone who was really good at reading people, or their minds, was there.
“You don’t pull any punches do you?” She commented not wanted to lean one way or the other, better to draw him out a little more and see what was going on.
(Tag Random)
“Trust me I understand how persuasive silence can be.” Her chuckle was stopped short by a sudden change in the conversation.
Was it a test? A trap? Or just plain bigotry? Jump to defend and you could be easily outed as a sympathizer or worse, they could find out just what she was part off. She could feel Claude’s breath on the back of her neck just waiting to grab her and run. This was going to be a like walking a tight rope.
“Well,” she paused gathering her thoughts. “That was quite a declaration.” Her brow furrowed just a little and she tilted her head to one side as Zin tried to assess the two men. She wished Peter or Flynn or anyone who was really good at reading people, or their minds, was there.
“You don’t pull any punches do you?” She commented not wanted to lean one way or the other, better to draw him out a little more and see what was going on.
(Tag Random)
Ian/Caylem
Ian crossed his arms, watching her. She was hesitating on saying anything. If she agreed, she'd have done so. "Well, not often that people give me such a calculating response." He gently rolled on the balls of his feet, staring at the woman. "And because it's calculated, the least of which I know is you disagree with my statement"
He smiled and looked at Caylem. "Well, see never a bad idea. Would you like to show them? or are we going to leave before this gets interesting?"
Caylem had permanent scowl on his face. He knew what Ian was doing, and it was extremely crass of him.
"Me and my friend here travel the country, mostly doing cons, short, long, games on the street." Ian watched as Caylem took out a small notebook. Caylem held up the pad, the paper blank.
"Course, we've done some extra-curricular work as transporters. though mostly we're hired for a few fake IDs by drunk kids."
Slowly a single word started to form. It read, "Hello."
"So, i know it's round about way of asking, but got any jobs?"
[tag:wicked]
Ian crossed his arms, watching her. She was hesitating on saying anything. If she agreed, she'd have done so. "Well, not often that people give me such a calculating response." He gently rolled on the balls of his feet, staring at the woman. "And because it's calculated, the least of which I know is you disagree with my statement"
He smiled and looked at Caylem. "Well, see never a bad idea. Would you like to show them? or are we going to leave before this gets interesting?"
Caylem had permanent scowl on his face. He knew what Ian was doing, and it was extremely crass of him.
"Me and my friend here travel the country, mostly doing cons, short, long, games on the street." Ian watched as Caylem took out a small notebook. Caylem held up the pad, the paper blank.
"Course, we've done some extra-curricular work as transporters. though mostly we're hired for a few fake IDs by drunk kids."
Slowly a single word started to form. It read, "Hello."
"So, i know it's round about way of asking, but got any jobs?"
[tag:wicked]
Peter
He looked up at Flynn. "You're adorable, thanks," he quipped somewhat sarcastically.
Tell her? Don't tell her? She often missed things, much to his relief sometimes and annoyance other times, but when she set her mind to something she was excellent at working it out correctly. With a sigh, he decided to tell her.
"Timeline shift. Things still working themselves out. Don't worry about it," he said as calmly as he could, nibbling on the muffin first.
[tag: Oly]
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Maryjean
"Well, your body doesn't. No idea about the rest of you," she said, looking at him with one eyebrow up. "Maybe you should... I don't know... take a break from doing your thing. I think it's messing with your head." She tapped her temple meaningfully before going to get a mop from the hall closet.
Eddie had always been into the whole "unexplained phenomina" thing, which was very ironic considering his own ability was astral projection. She worried that listening to the Coast to Coast with George Noory radio show was giving him even more crazy ideas, what with their talk of sinkholes to hell, underground colonies of lizard men and secret government deals with the aliens living on Planet Ten. But it didn't seem to be making him any weirder, so she let it go.
She came back with the mop and stopped up short in the doorway, staring at him. "What the heck are you doing now?"
[tag: snowind]
He looked up at Flynn. "You're adorable, thanks," he quipped somewhat sarcastically.
Tell her? Don't tell her? She often missed things, much to his relief sometimes and annoyance other times, but when she set her mind to something she was excellent at working it out correctly. With a sigh, he decided to tell her.
"Timeline shift. Things still working themselves out. Don't worry about it," he said as calmly as he could, nibbling on the muffin first.
[tag: Oly]
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Maryjean
"Well, your body doesn't. No idea about the rest of you," she said, looking at him with one eyebrow up. "Maybe you should... I don't know... take a break from doing your thing. I think it's messing with your head." She tapped her temple meaningfully before going to get a mop from the hall closet.
Eddie had always been into the whole "unexplained phenomina" thing, which was very ironic considering his own ability was astral projection. She worried that listening to the Coast to Coast with George Noory radio show was giving him even more crazy ideas, what with their talk of sinkholes to hell, underground colonies of lizard men and secret government deals with the aliens living on Planet Ten. But it didn't seem to be making him any weirder, so she let it go.
She came back with the mop and stopped up short in the doorway, staring at him. "What the heck are you doing now?"
[tag: snowind]
Eddie
"Making holy water..." said Eddie as he tossed a cross into a glass of water. "I rather not have any evil spirits possessing my body..."
He knew that if people knew what he knew they would do some security measures more often. He put his cross around his neck and then turned to her.
"Yeah, maybe you're right and using my power too much is affecting me..." said Eddie. "Anyway... You wanna go out and eat some breakfast? I feel like going out"
TAG: AG.
"Making holy water..." said Eddie as he tossed a cross into a glass of water. "I rather not have any evil spirits possessing my body..."
He knew that if people knew what he knew they would do some security measures more often. He put his cross around his neck and then turned to her.
"Yeah, maybe you're right and using my power too much is affecting me..." said Eddie. "Anyway... You wanna go out and eat some breakfast? I feel like going out"
TAG: AG.
Caleb
"Something tells me that we might not live long enough to appreciate the irony of Wes Craven."
Caleb commented wryly as he slowly edged into the house, just ahead of the other two. Dark. That's the first thing he noticed. The place was dark and damp and had the lingering smell of something old and rotten. He didn't need to be "perceptive" to know that it wasn't the type of house three intrepid busybodies should go snooping around in. But...the image of the girl remained ingrained in his mind and he knew that they had to help her. Why didn't we think to bring some kind of weapon with us?
[Tag: Wicked and Snow]
"Something tells me that we might not live long enough to appreciate the irony of Wes Craven."
Caleb commented wryly as he slowly edged into the house, just ahead of the other two. Dark. That's the first thing he noticed. The place was dark and damp and had the lingering smell of something old and rotten. He didn't need to be "perceptive" to know that it wasn't the type of house three intrepid busybodies should go snooping around in. But...the image of the girl remained ingrained in his mind and he knew that they had to help her. Why didn't we think to bring some kind of weapon with us?
[Tag: Wicked and Snow]
Vincent
He checked the address on the business card he'd been given. A few days ago, someone had handed him the card along with enough money to make a trip on a Greyhound from Tulsa to New York City, a place where he'd never been. Not being one to lie, he'd been honest with his family about where he was going so they'd know where to start looking for him if he went missing.
"I have no idea who it was who gave me the card, dad." Vincent groaned as he pulled his upper torso out of the engine he'd just installed a new carburetor in. He was still only working with one hand, but that didn't matter. His right arm was still in a sling. "I was in the VA finishing up therapy with my arm when someone dropped it in my lap. Didn't even see 'em."
His father peered out at him from under the truck, holding an old, rust-covered wrench. "Well, all I can tell you is just to be careful. There's plenty of people out there wanting to get rid of people like us. Can't tell you not to go because I can tell you've got your mind set on it. Hand me that towel over there."
Vincent retrieved the dirty towel from off of a nearby table and handed it to his father who used it to wipe a bit of sweat from his face. "I might not know much, but I do know that you can take care of yourself. Just keep in contact so we'll know where to find you if we need to."
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He ran a hand through his hair before entering the building and stayed close to the door when he heard a few people talking just ahead of him.
After a few moments of listening to their conversation, he cleared his throat. "Sorry to interrupt, miss," he glanced at Zin, and the two young men standing before her, "sirs...just wonderin' if y'all might be able to tell me why I'm here. Someone dropped a card in my lap about two weeks ago at the VA hospital out in Tulsa. Told me to come up here. Y'all need something fixed?"
He had a feeling that he'd showed up at a rather awkward moment. "Oh, where are my manners? I forgot to introduce myself. Sorry. Must be strange havin' some guy waltz in here without a name to go along with him," he chuckled and walked towards them, extending his left hand because his right arm was still in a sling around his back and shoulders. "Vincent Hartfour. Mechanic. You got car problems, odds are I can fix 'em."
Tag: Random, Wicked
He checked the address on the business card he'd been given. A few days ago, someone had handed him the card along with enough money to make a trip on a Greyhound from Tulsa to New York City, a place where he'd never been. Not being one to lie, he'd been honest with his family about where he was going so they'd know where to start looking for him if he went missing.
"I have no idea who it was who gave me the card, dad." Vincent groaned as he pulled his upper torso out of the engine he'd just installed a new carburetor in. He was still only working with one hand, but that didn't matter. His right arm was still in a sling. "I was in the VA finishing up therapy with my arm when someone dropped it in my lap. Didn't even see 'em."
His father peered out at him from under the truck, holding an old, rust-covered wrench. "Well, all I can tell you is just to be careful. There's plenty of people out there wanting to get rid of people like us. Can't tell you not to go because I can tell you've got your mind set on it. Hand me that towel over there."
Vincent retrieved the dirty towel from off of a nearby table and handed it to his father who used it to wipe a bit of sweat from his face. "I might not know much, but I do know that you can take care of yourself. Just keep in contact so we'll know where to find you if we need to."
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He ran a hand through his hair before entering the building and stayed close to the door when he heard a few people talking just ahead of him.
After a few moments of listening to their conversation, he cleared his throat. "Sorry to interrupt, miss," he glanced at Zin, and the two young men standing before her, "sirs...just wonderin' if y'all might be able to tell me why I'm here. Someone dropped a card in my lap about two weeks ago at the VA hospital out in Tulsa. Told me to come up here. Y'all need something fixed?"
He had a feeling that he'd showed up at a rather awkward moment. "Oh, where are my manners? I forgot to introduce myself. Sorry. Must be strange havin' some guy waltz in here without a name to go along with him," he chuckled and walked towards them, extending his left hand because his right arm was still in a sling around his back and shoulders. "Vincent Hartfour. Mechanic. You got car problems, odds are I can fix 'em."
Tag: Random, Wicked
Jade
As Jade stepped inside, she heard the woman toward the back of the room. A huge wave of insecurity rushed over her when she realized she had no clue as to what to say to this woman or no way to protect herself if something went wrong. She knew she had one way, but no idea how to activate it so it remained useless and dormant inside her like a curse. The very curse that made her a target and made this trip all the more dangerous.
Walking toward the woman Jade stuttered her words, “Hi, my name is Jade. I’m looking for.. I.. Are you Jessica Wells?”
The woman turned from the mirror and Jade recognized her immediately. Now all she had to do was figure out how to ask her if she was involved in a conspiracy against the government without getting killed or kidnapped. Taking a deep staggered breath, she extended her hand to the woman waiting for a response.
[Tag: Sno]
As Jade stepped inside, she heard the woman toward the back of the room. A huge wave of insecurity rushed over her when she realized she had no clue as to what to say to this woman or no way to protect herself if something went wrong. She knew she had one way, but no idea how to activate it so it remained useless and dormant inside her like a curse. The very curse that made her a target and made this trip all the more dangerous.
Walking toward the woman Jade stuttered her words, “Hi, my name is Jade. I’m looking for.. I.. Are you Jessica Wells?”
The woman turned from the mirror and Jade recognized her immediately. Now all she had to do was figure out how to ask her if she was involved in a conspiracy against the government without getting killed or kidnapped. Taking a deep staggered breath, she extended her hand to the woman waiting for a response.
[Tag: Sno]
Natasha
At first glance, the truffles were perfection. Carefully dipped in a dark chocolate shell with a creamy milk chocolate mint and orange ganache, they melted so delectably in your mouth, sending shivers down your back. And they were. Perfection, that is. Still Natasha mulled over them, inspecting them, even though she was the one who dipped them. She set it back down on the silver tray and slid it into the chilled display case, the click-clack of her heels on the stone floor followed her back into the kitchen, where the magic was created. Her three employees, younger women were busy roasting the cacao beans, grinding and conching the chocolate, while Natasha made deliveries. The first of the day was to a small apartment above a shop, some woman who just broke up with her boyfriend ordered six bonbons and 6 almond truffles, a chocolate feast for even the most seasoned chocoholic. Natasha picked up the box, making sure to not tip it and placed a small ice pack in with the truffles and bonbons.
"See ya girls later, be good. Lynn, Ima leavin you in chahge while I'm gone, watch over that chocolate in the tempering machine, make sure it don't get too hot and get that batch outta tha concher ya 'ear?"
Natasha gave a quick smile, then walked out of the shop, quickly attempting to catch a cab with the delicate goods.
After a 10 minute cab ride with a man who smelled like rotten red snapper, she paid him the amount and had him leave, she'd probably walk around a bit, enjoy the scenery before returning to the shop. She stepped out of the cab, closing the door behind her, and walked out a bit, looking around for any sign of life. Of course, being in New York, there were always people around, but in particular, the scene of the delivery. Natasha then spotted a few people gathered in a little shop, a blond, two younger men and a woman, all speaking. Natasha stepped a bit closed, dark red pumps clacking on the pavement, and peeked in a bit to the conversation.
"Seems to a be a little bit a reunion here, " Natasha gave a small laugh, her southern accent still strong after all these years, of course her yearly visits to Lafayette didn't hurt.
"I was wonderin' if this was the right address fo' a chocolate delivery? I see a little crowd and I'm second guessin' myself." Natasha gave her signature smile with her southern 'charm', as the Yankees here called it. It wasn't charm, just a false sense of pride to keep her going throughout the day without cracking under stress and other maladys.
"Gata Negra Chocolates, sorry. Shoulda said that first."
Natasha laughed a bit again, feeling a bit awkward in the situation. Of course, what situation wasn't she awkward in?
[Tag: Wicked, Random, BG]
At first glance, the truffles were perfection. Carefully dipped in a dark chocolate shell with a creamy milk chocolate mint and orange ganache, they melted so delectably in your mouth, sending shivers down your back. And they were. Perfection, that is. Still Natasha mulled over them, inspecting them, even though she was the one who dipped them. She set it back down on the silver tray and slid it into the chilled display case, the click-clack of her heels on the stone floor followed her back into the kitchen, where the magic was created. Her three employees, younger women were busy roasting the cacao beans, grinding and conching the chocolate, while Natasha made deliveries. The first of the day was to a small apartment above a shop, some woman who just broke up with her boyfriend ordered six bonbons and 6 almond truffles, a chocolate feast for even the most seasoned chocoholic. Natasha picked up the box, making sure to not tip it and placed a small ice pack in with the truffles and bonbons.
"See ya girls later, be good. Lynn, Ima leavin you in chahge while I'm gone, watch over that chocolate in the tempering machine, make sure it don't get too hot and get that batch outta tha concher ya 'ear?"
Natasha gave a quick smile, then walked out of the shop, quickly attempting to catch a cab with the delicate goods.
After a 10 minute cab ride with a man who smelled like rotten red snapper, she paid him the amount and had him leave, she'd probably walk around a bit, enjoy the scenery before returning to the shop. She stepped out of the cab, closing the door behind her, and walked out a bit, looking around for any sign of life. Of course, being in New York, there were always people around, but in particular, the scene of the delivery. Natasha then spotted a few people gathered in a little shop, a blond, two younger men and a woman, all speaking. Natasha stepped a bit closed, dark red pumps clacking on the pavement, and peeked in a bit to the conversation.
"Seems to a be a little bit a reunion here, " Natasha gave a small laugh, her southern accent still strong after all these years, of course her yearly visits to Lafayette didn't hurt.
"I was wonderin' if this was the right address fo' a chocolate delivery? I see a little crowd and I'm second guessin' myself." Natasha gave her signature smile with her southern 'charm', as the Yankees here called it. It wasn't charm, just a false sense of pride to keep her going throughout the day without cracking under stress and other maladys.
"Gata Negra Chocolates, sorry. Shoulda said that first."
Natasha laughed a bit again, feeling a bit awkward in the situation. Of course, what situation wasn't she awkward in?
[Tag: Wicked, Random, BG]
Maryjean
She peered into the tub, one eyebrow askance.
"Isn't holy water supposed to be... I don't know... cleaner...?" Shaking her head with a sigh, she handed him the mop and started helping him clean up the mess.
"Sure, let's go out. Sounds nice. There's a new little waffle place right up the block from Zin's shop I thought looked pretty good. Been thinking about it for days, actually." Her mouth actually started watering at the thought of a strawberry-topped waffle, still hot from the iron.
Soon enough the water was contained and they were on their way, hats, scarves and sunglasses all in place as usual so they wouldn't be recognized. In winter on a sunny day it was easier to pull off than in summer.
[tag: snowind]
She peered into the tub, one eyebrow askance.
"Isn't holy water supposed to be... I don't know... cleaner...?" Shaking her head with a sigh, she handed him the mop and started helping him clean up the mess.
"Sure, let's go out. Sounds nice. There's a new little waffle place right up the block from Zin's shop I thought looked pretty good. Been thinking about it for days, actually." Her mouth actually started watering at the thought of a strawberry-topped waffle, still hot from the iron.
Soon enough the water was contained and they were on their way, hats, scarves and sunglasses all in place as usual so they wouldn't be recognized. In winter on a sunny day it was easier to pull off than in summer.
[tag: snowind]
Flynn
She stuck her tongue out at him, getting a bowl for herself she curled up on the chair across from him, sipping the soup and nibbling on a piece of bread.
"Timeline shift?" She said uncomfortably. "That sounds...not bad...sort of bad?" Shaking her head, she idly dipped her bread in the soup, sighing. "Well, if it's sorting itself out, no reason to worry." She nodded. Pushing her hair back she let out a soft sigh and looked over at the book case, out of habit. Tapping her spoon on her chin she mentally went over the past week, who had come and gone and how many, and how much she needed to restock.
Tag: AG
She stuck her tongue out at him, getting a bowl for herself she curled up on the chair across from him, sipping the soup and nibbling on a piece of bread.
"Timeline shift?" She said uncomfortably. "That sounds...not bad...sort of bad?" Shaking her head, she idly dipped her bread in the soup, sighing. "Well, if it's sorting itself out, no reason to worry." She nodded. Pushing her hair back she let out a soft sigh and looked over at the book case, out of habit. Tapping her spoon on her chin she mentally went over the past week, who had come and gone and how many, and how much she needed to restock.
Tag: AG
Zin
“There are reasons to weigh your words, these are not days when the public can speak as freely as they once could. Either way as a business owner I run the risk of offending someone no matter what I say or believe. So your theory has a flaw. As for a job, that was a long way to go to ask for a one. Why would I be inclined to hire someone who just confessed to pulling cons?” Zin replied tartly. Her agitation at his attempt to provoke was quickly pushed aside when the word ‘hello’ appeared on paper, without the aid of a pen, just as another gentleman appeared.
She was about to round the counter and snatch the paper out of Caylem’s hand before the newcomer could see it, but Claude beat her to it. The paper disappeared from sight. Zin gave him a look that would hush most people but she didn’t know them or how they would react to something just disappearing. Instead she turned her attention to the new arrival.
He politely introduced himself telling the story about how he’d come to her shop. She was puzzled by so many things most of all why someone was putting her name on a card and giving it to people. Had someone found her out, was the shop too public a place to try and move people that longed for a normal life, into hiding?
Her place just a pit stop on the way to some place like Flynn’s. She used to get people showing up carrying what ever item was the latest signal indicating they were sent by an unseen conductor.
“I’m afraid I don’t even own a car for you to fix.” She smiled politely. “Did you get a look at…” A new lighter voice entered the mix, the shop was filling fast.
“Chocolates?” Again another look of confusion flashed over her features.
“You certainly are a magnet today.” Claude whispered in her ear, his breath tickled a few escaped tendrils of hair.
“That was me.” Cecily, Zin’s shop partner, popped out from the back. “I treated myself, Glenn and I broke up. Short version, he cheated, I threw him out.” The sunny blonde headed woman shared with the group whether they wanted to know or not. “Heard about this little chocolate place and I thought I could use something special.” Cecily paid the woman and perched herself on the counter looking at everyone like she was watching the latest installment of her favorite soap opera.
“So what’s up?” she asked.
(tag Random, BG, T)
(Think I got everyone
)
“There are reasons to weigh your words, these are not days when the public can speak as freely as they once could. Either way as a business owner I run the risk of offending someone no matter what I say or believe. So your theory has a flaw. As for a job, that was a long way to go to ask for a one. Why would I be inclined to hire someone who just confessed to pulling cons?” Zin replied tartly. Her agitation at his attempt to provoke was quickly pushed aside when the word ‘hello’ appeared on paper, without the aid of a pen, just as another gentleman appeared.
She was about to round the counter and snatch the paper out of Caylem’s hand before the newcomer could see it, but Claude beat her to it. The paper disappeared from sight. Zin gave him a look that would hush most people but she didn’t know them or how they would react to something just disappearing. Instead she turned her attention to the new arrival.
He politely introduced himself telling the story about how he’d come to her shop. She was puzzled by so many things most of all why someone was putting her name on a card and giving it to people. Had someone found her out, was the shop too public a place to try and move people that longed for a normal life, into hiding?
Her place just a pit stop on the way to some place like Flynn’s. She used to get people showing up carrying what ever item was the latest signal indicating they were sent by an unseen conductor.
“I’m afraid I don’t even own a car for you to fix.” She smiled politely. “Did you get a look at…” A new lighter voice entered the mix, the shop was filling fast.
“Chocolates?” Again another look of confusion flashed over her features.
“You certainly are a magnet today.” Claude whispered in her ear, his breath tickled a few escaped tendrils of hair.
“That was me.” Cecily, Zin’s shop partner, popped out from the back. “I treated myself, Glenn and I broke up. Short version, he cheated, I threw him out.” The sunny blonde headed woman shared with the group whether they wanted to know or not. “Heard about this little chocolate place and I thought I could use something special.” Cecily paid the woman and perched herself on the counter looking at everyone like she was watching the latest installment of her favorite soap opera.
“So what’s up?” she asked.
(tag Random, BG, T)
(Think I got everyone
)
Ian/Caylem
Several things happened in near sussesion, almost giving Ian whiplash looking from one to another. As soon as a young man's voice was heard his head jerked toward the door and the new comer entered. "Holy-" he cut himself off, realizing he hadn't heard the man enter. His thoughts raced, trying to go everything he said. Wether the kid knew he was a Con-man wasn't a problem too him, but he was unsure of what the kid may have seen Caylem do.
He then jerked around again, just intime to see Caylem trying to hide the notepad which disappeared instantly. The two exchanged looks, Ian was smiling. She may have thought his logic was flawed, but his point was just proven by the disappearing pad. Whether she did it, or someone else, it didn't matter.
Ian wasn't paying attention, then another person entered. Something did feel wrong about this. Too many people showing up almost instantly. And it only took him a moment to realize that he and Caylem where one of the strange occurances.
Finally a third person came into the shop, this time from the back. He smiled to himself, hearing the words "break up."
He stepped forward, extending his hand. "Name's Ian Graves, pleasure to meet you. Me and my friend here," he gestures back to Caylem, "are just passing through, thought we'd stop by, pick something up." He smiled to her. "How are things with you?"
[tag: Wicked, BG, T]
Several things happened in near sussesion, almost giving Ian whiplash looking from one to another. As soon as a young man's voice was heard his head jerked toward the door and the new comer entered. "Holy-" he cut himself off, realizing he hadn't heard the man enter. His thoughts raced, trying to go everything he said. Wether the kid knew he was a Con-man wasn't a problem too him, but he was unsure of what the kid may have seen Caylem do.
He then jerked around again, just intime to see Caylem trying to hide the notepad which disappeared instantly. The two exchanged looks, Ian was smiling. She may have thought his logic was flawed, but his point was just proven by the disappearing pad. Whether she did it, or someone else, it didn't matter.
Ian wasn't paying attention, then another person entered. Something did feel wrong about this. Too many people showing up almost instantly. And it only took him a moment to realize that he and Caylem where one of the strange occurances.
Finally a third person came into the shop, this time from the back. He smiled to himself, hearing the words "break up."
He stepped forward, extending his hand. "Name's Ian Graves, pleasure to meet you. Me and my friend here," he gestures back to Caylem, "are just passing through, thought we'd stop by, pick something up." He smiled to her. "How are things with you?"
[tag: Wicked, BG, T]
Eddie
"It would be way easier if we were changelings..." said Eddie. "Just puff, we're someone else and we can go have breakfast without anyone trying to capture us... Although of course we would be evil so that's bad..."
"We should really learn how to eat stuff in the astral... Although I don't think that's possible..." said Eddie. "It would be really fun though... just go and have a pizza in Italy"
He started walking with his disguise, which was a black wig, sunglasses that made him look weird and British.
TAG: AG, others?
Jess
"Yes" said Jess as she shook hands and waited to see if the girl was a friend or foe. "Nice to meet you..."
From time to time, even though she had been out of acting for some months now, she still had a couple of crazy fans a month, or just failed reporters wishing to find something interesting about her.
"And you are?..." she said waiting to put a name to the face. "Please take a seat..." she said trying to be cordial, anyone that had met her a year ago wouldn't believe it was the same person.
TAG: Bhero
Chris
Chris searched the house entirely but found absolutely nothing there, it was empty.
"This one is empty... let's try another one..." said Chris as he got near the house next to it and knocked in the door, a guy looking through the peephole.
"Hey... is there a girl in there?" asked Chris.
"Only my daughter..."
"Is she a cute brunette?..." asked Chris.
"She's blond.. and she's eleven you freak..." said the owner of the house.
"No it wasn't like that!" started Chris but the guy had already left.
"Damn it... Okay... four houses left..." said Chris. "Let's each of us take one, just scream if you found the girl..."
TAG: Saviour, Wicked.
OOC: I'll make an aleatory decision to see who gets to find the girl Wick and Sav, It shall be fun. Also yes, if Eddie ever meets Chris he will try to kill him. 
"It would be way easier if we were changelings..." said Eddie. "Just puff, we're someone else and we can go have breakfast without anyone trying to capture us... Although of course we would be evil so that's bad..."
"We should really learn how to eat stuff in the astral... Although I don't think that's possible..." said Eddie. "It would be really fun though... just go and have a pizza in Italy"
He started walking with his disguise, which was a black wig, sunglasses that made him look weird and British.
TAG: AG, others?
Jess
"Yes" said Jess as she shook hands and waited to see if the girl was a friend or foe. "Nice to meet you..."
From time to time, even though she had been out of acting for some months now, she still had a couple of crazy fans a month, or just failed reporters wishing to find something interesting about her.
"And you are?..." she said waiting to put a name to the face. "Please take a seat..." she said trying to be cordial, anyone that had met her a year ago wouldn't believe it was the same person.
TAG: Bhero
Chris
Chris searched the house entirely but found absolutely nothing there, it was empty.
"This one is empty... let's try another one..." said Chris as he got near the house next to it and knocked in the door, a guy looking through the peephole.
"Hey... is there a girl in there?" asked Chris.
"Only my daughter..."
"Is she a cute brunette?..." asked Chris.
"She's blond.. and she's eleven you freak..." said the owner of the house.
"No it wasn't like that!" started Chris but the guy had already left.
"Damn it... Okay... four houses left..." said Chris. "Let's each of us take one, just scream if you found the girl..."
TAG: Saviour, Wicked.
OOC: I'll make an aleatory decision to see who gets to find the girl Wick and Sav,
It shall be fun. Also yes, if Eddie ever meets Chris he will try to kill him.
Jade
"Oh.. Sorry I guess Jade isn't much to go by. Wise is my last name, Jade Wise," She answered slightly blushing at her mixed up words earlier.
She still had not found the right words to ask this woman or even something close to the right words so she just got to the point. "I had nowhere else to go and I was hoping you could help me." Fumbling with her skateboard, she switched it to the floor and leaned her weight slightly against it to hold her in place.
The thought crossed her mind that abilities are genetic so suddenly she omitted part of the story so as to protect herself slightly. Getting strait to the point, she asked her question. "I am looking for some close friends, brothers, that were taken a few years back. I have reason to believe they are on the run and I need to find them before someone else does. Do you have any idea from your time on the run where I could start looking?"
Jade couldn't breathe as the heavy weight in the room pressed down on her like an avalanche of uncertainty. She could do nothing but count the tiles on the floor, unable to look the woman in the eyes.
[Tag: Sno]
"Oh.. Sorry I guess Jade isn't much to go by. Wise is my last name, Jade Wise," She answered slightly blushing at her mixed up words earlier.
She still had not found the right words to ask this woman or even something close to the right words so she just got to the point. "I had nowhere else to go and I was hoping you could help me." Fumbling with her skateboard, she switched it to the floor and leaned her weight slightly against it to hold her in place.
The thought crossed her mind that abilities are genetic so suddenly she omitted part of the story so as to protect herself slightly. Getting strait to the point, she asked her question. "I am looking for some close friends, brothers, that were taken a few years back. I have reason to believe they are on the run and I need to find them before someone else does. Do you have any idea from your time on the run where I could start looking?"
Jade couldn't breathe as the heavy weight in the room pressed down on her like an avalanche of uncertainty. She could do nothing but count the tiles on the floor, unable to look the woman in the eyes.
[Tag: Sno]
Peter
"I think it was bad. Bad enough for me to have to shift things around. But you're here, so... not bad." He looked up at his fiance with a soft smile, finally starting in on the soup, memories firming up in his head as the seconds passed.
He caught her looking at the bookcase, the classic hidden door kind of deal that added an extra layer of safety to the place. If the theater downstairs were compromised, they'd have to find the apartment. If they got in there, they'd still have to figure out the bookcase door. Each step bought the people behind there precious minutes, or seconds. Enough time for him to teleport everybody out, most likely.
Remembering what Flynn had said about Zin, he decided to pay a little mental visit to check on what the holdup was. She was stressed, he could feel it through the connection he brought up, and closed his eyes to get a better feeling for what was going on. Zin and Claude were there, and Cecily... and... who were all those other people? It was like a party over there, and he knew Claude wouldn't stand for that -- it was probably uninvited company.
Hey... he softly sent over to Claude to avoid startling the man. He knew Zin was more likely to show outward signs of somebody talking in her head, but the invisible Brit, even if not invisible, would play it stonefaced. What the heck is going on over there? You guys need any help?
[tag: Oly, Wicked]
"I think it was bad. Bad enough for me to have to shift things around. But you're here, so... not bad." He looked up at his fiance with a soft smile, finally starting in on the soup, memories firming up in his head as the seconds passed.
He caught her looking at the bookcase, the classic hidden door kind of deal that added an extra layer of safety to the place. If the theater downstairs were compromised, they'd have to find the apartment. If they got in there, they'd still have to figure out the bookcase door. Each step bought the people behind there precious minutes, or seconds. Enough time for him to teleport everybody out, most likely.
Remembering what Flynn had said about Zin, he decided to pay a little mental visit to check on what the holdup was. She was stressed, he could feel it through the connection he brought up, and closed his eyes to get a better feeling for what was going on. Zin and Claude were there, and Cecily... and... who were all those other people? It was like a party over there, and he knew Claude wouldn't stand for that -- it was probably uninvited company.
Hey... he softly sent over to Claude to avoid startling the man. He knew Zin was more likely to show outward signs of somebody talking in her head, but the invisible Brit, even if not invisible, would play it stonefaced. What the heck is going on over there? You guys need any help?
[tag: Oly, Wicked]
Maryjean
"Well... if not changelings then illusionists or something. Yeah, that'd be handy. Do you think somebody on the astral has a restaurant with astral food...?" But as they approached Zin's designer bag shop, the train of thought was lost. MJ caught Eddie's arm and steered him next to a tree and some newspaper stands so they could observe what was happening. The shop wasn't that big, and it seemed stuffed full of people she didn't recognize.
"Maybe you should do your thing and see what's going on in there," she muttered softly so that only he would hear. "But remember to let me get you to an alley or something first this time. You're too heavy to drag around and we don't need you appearing to collapse on the sidewalk again." What would he do without her? Probably get dragged off to some facility again.
[tag: snowie]
"Well... if not changelings then illusionists or something. Yeah, that'd be handy. Do you think somebody on the astral has a restaurant with astral food...?" But as they approached Zin's designer bag shop, the train of thought was lost. MJ caught Eddie's arm and steered him next to a tree and some newspaper stands so they could observe what was happening. The shop wasn't that big, and it seemed stuffed full of people she didn't recognize.
"Maybe you should do your thing and see what's going on in there," she muttered softly so that only he would hear. "But remember to let me get you to an alley or something first this time. You're too heavy to drag around and we don't need you appearing to collapse on the sidewalk again." What would he do without her? Probably get dragged off to some facility again.
[tag: snowie]
Jess
She realized that the girl probably was in real trouble to find this guys, and Jess didn't really know what she could do for her, she only had some months in the business of hiding people, although maybe some of her contacts could have some information about that.
"Well if they have a name and you can give me a photo I may be able to help you find them..." said Jess. "I can't promise anything though, most people that have disappeared like to stay that way..."
TAG: Bhero
Eddie.
"Or I could just sit in that bench over there and appear like I'm sleeping in your shoulder" said Eddie considering the options. "People may think I'm a narcoleptic though..."
He didn't thought that people would think he was hangover or just tired, he had to think that people would think he had a really strange disease.
He sat on the bench and closed his eyes, projecting to where the riot was forming.
"Hey, what's going on here?" said Eddie from behind Zin.
TAG: Wicked, Random, BG.
She realized that the girl probably was in real trouble to find this guys, and Jess didn't really know what she could do for her, she only had some months in the business of hiding people, although maybe some of her contacts could have some information about that.
"Well if they have a name and you can give me a photo I may be able to help you find them..." said Jess. "I can't promise anything though, most people that have disappeared like to stay that way..."
TAG: Bhero
Eddie.
"Or I could just sit in that bench over there and appear like I'm sleeping in your shoulder" said Eddie considering the options. "People may think I'm a narcoleptic though..."
He didn't thought that people would think he was hangover or just tired, he had to think that people would think he had a really strange disease.
He sat on the bench and closed his eyes, projecting to where the riot was forming.
"Hey, what's going on here?" said Eddie from behind Zin.
TAG: Wicked, Random, BG.
Vincent Hartfour
He introduced himself to all of the people who'd just arrived and blushed. He'd never really been around this many strangers before. "So, uh..." He looked around the shop. Didn't look like anything was out of the ordinary, from what he could see. Not that he'd seen a whole lot of chocolate shops, or whatever this was. "Do y'all, er..."
Do y'all have powers? he thought to himself. Oh yeah, asking that would go over real well, probably.
"What sort of work do y'all do here?" Vincent felt like he'd walk in on the wrong end of a conversation and flushed with embarrassment. "Forgive me," he glanced at Caylem and Ian. "If y'all were in the middle of somethin' I can always come back later. Don't want to, er, get in the way of important business."
Wow, way to go making a first impression, you idiot, he chided himself and nodded at Zin, then began backing off towards the door.
“I’m afraid I don’t even own a car for you to fix.” She smiled politely. “Did you get a look at…” A new lighter voice entered the mix, the shop was filling fast.
He stopped a few paces from the door. "Oh, I can fix plenty of things other than cars, ma'am. They just happen to be my specialty. Done a lot of odd jobs over the years here and there siding houses, renovating, bit of basic electrical stuff -- other things I learned how to do when I was in the Marines. If something's broken, odds are I'll be able to figure out a way to fix it right quick."
Okay, so maybe he wouldn't leave just yet. Everyone always needed a handyman or someone around to do odd jobs that no one else wanted to do. "I'm just your average grease monkey."
Or maybe not so average.
People nowadays didn't seem to react very well when powers were brought up. For the time being, he figured it was something he'd be best keeping to himself. After all, he didn't know these people -- he probably could trust them, but he didn't want to risk it.
Tag: Wicked, Random, T
He introduced himself to all of the people who'd just arrived and blushed. He'd never really been around this many strangers before. "So, uh..." He looked around the shop. Didn't look like anything was out of the ordinary, from what he could see. Not that he'd seen a whole lot of chocolate shops, or whatever this was. "Do y'all, er..."
Do y'all have powers? he thought to himself. Oh yeah, asking that would go over real well, probably.
"What sort of work do y'all do here?" Vincent felt like he'd walk in on the wrong end of a conversation and flushed with embarrassment. "Forgive me," he glanced at Caylem and Ian. "If y'all were in the middle of somethin' I can always come back later. Don't want to, er, get in the way of important business."
Wow, way to go making a first impression, you idiot, he chided himself and nodded at Zin, then began backing off towards the door.
“I’m afraid I don’t even own a car for you to fix.” She smiled politely. “Did you get a look at…” A new lighter voice entered the mix, the shop was filling fast.
He stopped a few paces from the door. "Oh, I can fix plenty of things other than cars, ma'am. They just happen to be my specialty. Done a lot of odd jobs over the years here and there siding houses, renovating, bit of basic electrical stuff -- other things I learned how to do when I was in the Marines. If something's broken, odds are I'll be able to figure out a way to fix it right quick."
Okay, so maybe he wouldn't leave just yet. Everyone always needed a handyman or someone around to do odd jobs that no one else wanted to do. "I'm just your average grease monkey."
Or maybe not so average.
People nowadays didn't seem to react very well when powers were brought up. For the time being, he figured it was something he'd be best keeping to himself. After all, he didn't know these people -- he probably could trust them, but he didn't want to risk it.
Tag: Wicked, Random, T
Cecily
MMmmmmmm, these are fantastic…." Popping a luxurious chocolate into her mouth, closing her eyes and letting it melt on her tongue, Cecily was a little disappointed when her revelry was interrupted. She stared at his hand for a second before shaking it briefly.
"Cecily Green."
"How are things with you?"
"How in-depth to you want to go? Cause I got all day if you really want to know." Any other person would know she was teasing, but it was doubtful he would. She put her chocolates aside, crossed her legs and waited.
(tag T & Random)
Claude
Arms crossed and stoically leaning against the back wall monitoring the situation, Claude's fingers toyed with the edges of the tablet. If he'd been visible the only perceptible thing anyone one would have noticed a slight nod of his head when Peter's mental voice called out.
Full house. Two looking for a job, one making a delivery, and one….one was sent here. Had a card dropped on him out of the blue. Claude's eyes traveled to Vincent watching him to see if he would give up any more information.
Best for you to hold tight, unless you want to drop in and scare the hell out of the lot of them that is. Might enjoy watching actually. Think she might be hatching a plan to keep'em around and see what's going on.
(tag Anime)
Zin
She almost jumped a mile straight up when Eddie popped in, unseen to the rest. Quickly she played it off like she'd seen a mouse instead.
"Guess the store mouse wanted to see what was going on." She laughed but turned to look in Eddie's direction. "Must be a guard mouse, since everything's fine he must have popped back in his little mouse condo."
"So you're a handy man? Well, when you put it that way, I may just have some use for your services. This is an old building and it needs a little care. In fact, I think the radiator in one of the guest rooms isn't working. It was cold in there this morning. If you know something about steam pipes you've got yourself a job." Zin offered then turned to Ian and Caylem. "And against my better judgment I many just have a job or two for the both of you."
(tag Snow, BG & Random)
(Aggie in the morning - now tis time to slepp )
MMmmmmmm, these are fantastic…." Popping a luxurious chocolate into her mouth, closing her eyes and letting it melt on her tongue, Cecily was a little disappointed when her revelry was interrupted. She stared at his hand for a second before shaking it briefly.
"Cecily Green."
"How are things with you?"
"How in-depth to you want to go? Cause I got all day if you really want to know." Any other person would know she was teasing, but it was doubtful he would. She put her chocolates aside, crossed her legs and waited.
(tag T & Random)
Claude
Arms crossed and stoically leaning against the back wall monitoring the situation, Claude's fingers toyed with the edges of the tablet. If he'd been visible the only perceptible thing anyone one would have noticed a slight nod of his head when Peter's mental voice called out.
Full house. Two looking for a job, one making a delivery, and one….one was sent here. Had a card dropped on him out of the blue. Claude's eyes traveled to Vincent watching him to see if he would give up any more information.
Best for you to hold tight, unless you want to drop in and scare the hell out of the lot of them that is. Might enjoy watching actually. Think she might be hatching a plan to keep'em around and see what's going on.
(tag Anime)
Zin
She almost jumped a mile straight up when Eddie popped in, unseen to the rest. Quickly she played it off like she'd seen a mouse instead.
"Guess the store mouse wanted to see what was going on." She laughed but turned to look in Eddie's direction. "Must be a guard mouse, since everything's fine he must have popped back in his little mouse condo."
"So you're a handy man? Well, when you put it that way, I may just have some use for your services. This is an old building and it needs a little care. In fact, I think the radiator in one of the guest rooms isn't working. It was cold in there this morning. If you know something about steam pipes you've got yourself a job." Zin offered then turned to Ian and Caylem. "And against my better judgment I many just have a job or two for the both of you."
(tag Snow, BG & Random)
(Aggie in the morning - now tis time to slepp
)
Ian
Ian smiled, sliding both his hands into his pockets. "Look, at the moment, you could read from the dictionary, and I'd enjoy it." He laughed. "Look at my friend, he doesn't talk. I mean, I like the sound of my own voice and all, but..." he sighed, shaking his head. "Listening to someone else would be fine."
He stopped for a moment and looked at her. Even though he was taller than most, because she was on the counter, he had to look up at her. It felt strange for him. "I actually just came in looking for a bag for my friend, and got a job." He smiled playfully.
[tag: Wicked, BG, T]
Caylem
The younger man watched his for a moment and shook his head, almost disappointed. he put his hands into the pockets of his coat, his eyes scanning the room. He hoped to find the reason for his notebook to have disappeared. Of course he wasn't so lucky. Instead he just gently rocked on the balls of his feet.
He turned his ear to Zin as she spoke. And against my better judgment I many just have a job or two for the both of you. He smiled.
He walked over to the woman, knowing Ian probably only half heard, lost in his own world. Caylem bowed slightly to her, being one of the few forms of gratitude one could use without speech. Then he stood straight and pulled out his hand slowly and extended it, palm open to her. A slow smile formed on his face as he wondered how exactly the woman made the notebook disappear in the first place.
[tag: wicked]
Ian smiled, sliding both his hands into his pockets. "Look, at the moment, you could read from the dictionary, and I'd enjoy it." He laughed. "Look at my friend, he doesn't talk. I mean, I like the sound of my own voice and all, but..." he sighed, shaking his head. "Listening to someone else would be fine."
He stopped for a moment and looked at her. Even though he was taller than most, because she was on the counter, he had to look up at her. It felt strange for him. "I actually just came in looking for a bag for my friend, and got a job." He smiled playfully.
[tag: Wicked, BG, T]
Caylem
The younger man watched his for a moment and shook his head, almost disappointed. he put his hands into the pockets of his coat, his eyes scanning the room. He hoped to find the reason for his notebook to have disappeared. Of course he wasn't so lucky. Instead he just gently rocked on the balls of his feet.
He turned his ear to Zin as she spoke. And against my better judgment I many just have a job or two for the both of you. He smiled.
He walked over to the woman, knowing Ian probably only half heard, lost in his own world. Caylem bowed slightly to her, being one of the few forms of gratitude one could use without speech. Then he stood straight and pulled out his hand slowly and extended it, palm open to her. A slow smile formed on his face as he wondered how exactly the woman made the notebook disappear in the first place.
[tag: wicked]
Flynn
Clearing all the dishes as he looked off she stacked them in the sink. She knew the look, he was off talking to someone. Biting her lip she looked down, turning the water on to warm up. What did he really mean by she was in /this/ time line. She wasn't in the other one then? It bothered her vaguely, but she wouldn't dwell on it.
"Was that a conversation with Zin or Claude, asking them where they are?" She put a squirt of soap in the water and swished it around.
Tag: AG
Clearing all the dishes as he looked off she stacked them in the sink. She knew the look, he was off talking to someone. Biting her lip she looked down, turning the water on to warm up. What did he really mean by she was in /this/ time line. She wasn't in the other one then? It bothered her vaguely, but she wouldn't dwell on it.
"Was that a conversation with Zin or Claude, asking them where they are?" She put a squirt of soap in the water and swished it around.
Tag: AG
Peter
A little crooked half smile played at his lips just before he opened his eyes and gazed unseeing toward the window.
As fun as that would be to put a stick in the ant nest, I wouldn't do that to them, he said, the humor evident in his mental voice. Okay, just keep me posted then.
His gaze focused and slipped over to Flynn, posture relaxing in his chair as he gave a little sigh of relief -- he might just get through an entire meal without a fire to be put out somewhere.
They've got... sorry... His grin widened and turned sheepish as he realized what he was doing. "They've got a bunch of people over there all of a sudden. Like... weirdly so. Claude's keeping an eye on it for me." With a nod, he finished up the soup and bread, getting up to put his dishes in the sink, the others having been cleared.
He nuzzled her neck, holding onto her shoulders and just enjoying being with her, her fragrance, her softness. Through the soap in the sink he could catch glimpses of the ring he'd given her... two weeks ago...? Yes... Yes. Two weeks ago.
He was feeling better by the minute. The meal and some quiet headspace with the woman he loved had done him a lot of good.
[tag: Oly, Wicked]
A little crooked half smile played at his lips just before he opened his eyes and gazed unseeing toward the window.
As fun as that would be to put a stick in the ant nest, I wouldn't do that to them, he said, the humor evident in his mental voice. Okay, just keep me posted then.
His gaze focused and slipped over to Flynn, posture relaxing in his chair as he gave a little sigh of relief -- he might just get through an entire meal without a fire to be put out somewhere.
They've got... sorry... His grin widened and turned sheepish as he realized what he was doing. "They've got a bunch of people over there all of a sudden. Like... weirdly so. Claude's keeping an eye on it for me." With a nod, he finished up the soup and bread, getting up to put his dishes in the sink, the others having been cleared.
He nuzzled her neck, holding onto her shoulders and just enjoying being with her, her fragrance, her softness. Through the soap in the sink he could catch glimpses of the ring he'd given her... two weeks ago...? Yes... Yes. Two weeks ago.
He was feeling better by the minute. The meal and some quiet headspace with the woman he loved had done him a lot of good.
[tag: Oly, Wicked]
Flynn
Smiling softly to herself, she leaned back against him. Turning the water off, she shook her hands out and turned around, wrapping arms around his neck. "I see you checking that ring out." Licking her lips she gave him a light kiss. "Did you ever think you'd get married?" She asked, tilting her head slightly.
"I mean, these days...it's hard to do a lot things." Sighing softly she looked down slightly. Closing her eyes for a moment she titled her forehead against his. Letting out a quick breath, she kissed his cheek and wiped her hands on her legs and moved away to wrap up bread and put it away.
"I'm going to check supplies, if I need to restock, I might be going out tonight." She gave him a nod and moved to the bookcase.
Tag: AG
Smiling softly to herself, she leaned back against him. Turning the water off, she shook her hands out and turned around, wrapping arms around his neck. "I see you checking that ring out." Licking her lips she gave him a light kiss. "Did you ever think you'd get married?" She asked, tilting her head slightly.
"I mean, these days...it's hard to do a lot things." Sighing softly she looked down slightly. Closing her eyes for a moment she titled her forehead against his. Letting out a quick breath, she kissed his cheek and wiped her hands on her legs and moved away to wrap up bread and put it away.
"I'm going to check supplies, if I need to restock, I might be going out tonight." She gave him a nod and moved to the bookcase.
Tag: AG
Spencer
He had slept for most of the flight, head nestled tight against the wall of the plane. Hadn't made any un-necessary small talk. Just slept. Kept to himself. Kept neutral. Leaving neutrality & into...well what exactly?...was this a fully fledged war?...are there clearly defined rules of engagement in place?...will they / can they be adhered to? And if it isn't a war, what is it? Ethnic cleansing on a molecular level?
Switzerland had been fantastic for him, he had met some great new people, some not so great, but the majority were, good people. Yet all the time he was there, he had felt a tug. An insistant nagging doubt, an un-scratched itch, that he wasn't where he should be. Boxed off & sent out of harms way. Like a child, protected. As if he was incapable of protecting himself. To hell with that.
He wanted to help. Let protection be damned. If we lost here, if we ended up rounded up & killed or locked away, it would only be a matter of time until those isolated little pockets of neutrailty would pop. Then he'd be alone, helpless AND with the knowledge he hadn't helped his friends.
In the end, boarding the flight from Berne to New York had felt like the most right thing he'd ever done. He hoped his Dad would be proud of him. Somehow he knew he was.
He breezed through the security & into the main hall. Turning on his phone, he called Zin.
His face broke into a broad smile when he heard her voice.
"Guess who?
Nope. Try again.
Oh Zin. You're hurting my feelings now.
And we have a winnner! The very same. Just landed in JFK. Where are you?
Yeah. Oh i'm sure i'll find it. I'll get a cab to a block away & i'll walk from there.
Switzerland was great. Look i'll call you when i'm closer. About 20 minutes i guess."
An hour & 20 minutes later...
"Hello Zin. Where you at? I'm at corner of 42nd street. Tell Claude to get his grumpy ****** out here."
[tag:wicked]
He had slept for most of the flight, head nestled tight against the wall of the plane. Hadn't made any un-necessary small talk. Just slept. Kept to himself. Kept neutral. Leaving neutrality & into...well what exactly?...was this a fully fledged war?...are there clearly defined rules of engagement in place?...will they / can they be adhered to? And if it isn't a war, what is it? Ethnic cleansing on a molecular level?
Switzerland had been fantastic for him, he had met some great new people, some not so great, but the majority were, good people. Yet all the time he was there, he had felt a tug. An insistant nagging doubt, an un-scratched itch, that he wasn't where he should be. Boxed off & sent out of harms way. Like a child, protected. As if he was incapable of protecting himself. To hell with that.
He wanted to help. Let protection be damned. If we lost here, if we ended up rounded up & killed or locked away, it would only be a matter of time until those isolated little pockets of neutrailty would pop. Then he'd be alone, helpless AND with the knowledge he hadn't helped his friends.
In the end, boarding the flight from Berne to New York had felt like the most right thing he'd ever done. He hoped his Dad would be proud of him. Somehow he knew he was.
He breezed through the security & into the main hall. Turning on his phone, he called Zin.
His face broke into a broad smile when he heard her voice.
"Guess who?
Nope. Try again.
Oh Zin. You're hurting my feelings now.
And we have a winnner! The very same. Just landed in JFK. Where are you?
Yeah. Oh i'm sure i'll find it. I'll get a cab to a block away & i'll walk from there.
Switzerland was great. Look i'll call you when i'm closer. About 20 minutes i guess."
An hour & 20 minutes later...
"Hello Zin. Where you at? I'm at corner of 42nd street. Tell Claude to get his grumpy ****** out here."
[tag:wicked]
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