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undergrounds2015-08-31 05:47 am
pathfinding) wrote in undergrounds2015-08-31 05:47 am
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[A; Bookstore]
It is an enjoyable morning where you're trying to enjoy your silence with books and maybe a sub-par latte. Instead, you have to deal with some jerk two tables away blasting some techno neo-classical dubstep monstrosity, made worse by that tinny static that overtakes anything heard second-hand through cheap headphones.
After the token glare at the jerk's direction, there is a hand dismissively waved at you. They don't even bother looking up from their book. "I know I know, final warning afore you throw me out, I'm almost done. Shoo now."
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[B; Redbright]
Books are useless. Next idea on the list, go try the stupid famous school to help weirdos get a better handle of their powers. Fast forward an hour and an obscenely short interview, only to walk out with a rejection slip because humans are unwelcome here, chains forged of paranoia by entwin it's a normal school and he's normal. Well.
Ain't that hilarious.
Legal ways are out then. Time for being sketchy. Enjoy having your space invaded in any fashion of your choice at any time you let your guard down: sliding up against your shoulder, leaning over the back of your park bench, suddenly sitting next to you in the lunch room and eating your fries. Usual totally normal college exchange student stuff, not suspicious at all, obvs.
"Heeeeeey, so what are you? And how much do you pay a year, that's more important."
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[C; Hobos kind of smell like shame - Closed to Kate]
The message is left at just before six, rambling and tripping over itself like what usually happens in those subtle fits of panic. Most of it is just obtuse nonsense - again, not new - but parts stand out. Left the wallet somewhere. Or it got stolen? Shrugs??? Also he's detained, no big. The spare house key is under the left bleeding heart this weekend. There's also a cat stuck on the fridge.
Maybe somewhere in there is a 'please don't leave me here' but really. Totally obtuse nonsense. She's just hearing things from the stupidity overdose.
When she actually turns up, the idiot in question is still in a holding cell, sitting cross-legged on a bench and staring vacantly into space. There is also a drunken scruffy dude sleeping on his shoulder. These two things are obviously not related. "Your sunglasses look stupid."
It is an enjoyable morning where you're trying to enjoy your silence with books and maybe a sub-par latte. Instead, you have to deal with some jerk two tables away blasting some techno neo-classical dubstep monstrosity, made worse by that tinny static that overtakes anything heard second-hand through cheap headphones.
After the token glare at the jerk's direction, there is a hand dismissively waved at you. They don't even bother looking up from their book. "I know I know, final warning afore you throw me out, I'm almost done. Shoo now."
---
[B; Redbright]
Books are useless. Next idea on the list, go try the stupid famous school to help weirdos get a better handle of their powers. Fast forward an hour and an obscenely short interview, only to walk out with a rejection slip because humans are unwelcome here, chains forged of paranoia by entwin it's a normal school and he's normal. Well.
Ain't that hilarious.
Legal ways are out then. Time for being sketchy. Enjoy having your space invaded in any fashion of your choice at any time you let your guard down: sliding up against your shoulder, leaning over the back of your park bench, suddenly sitting next to you in the lunch room and eating your fries. Usual totally normal college exchange student stuff, not suspicious at all, obvs.
"Heeeeeey, so what are you? And how much do you pay a year, that's more important."
---
[C; Hobos kind of smell like shame - Closed to Kate]
The message is left at just before six, rambling and tripping over itself like what usually happens in those subtle fits of panic. Most of it is just obtuse nonsense - again, not new - but parts stand out. Left the wallet somewhere. Or it got stolen? Shrugs??? Also he's detained, no big. The spare house key is under the left bleeding heart this weekend. There's also a cat stuck on the fridge.
Maybe somewhere in there is a 'please don't leave me here' but really. Totally obtuse nonsense. She's just hearing things from the stupidity overdose.
When she actually turns up, the idiot in question is still in a holding cell, sitting cross-legged on a bench and staring vacantly into space. There is also a drunken scruffy dude sleeping on his shoulder. These two things are obviously not related. "Your sunglasses look stupid."
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"It was no hassle." Lies and blatant slander, but she's too dizzy to care. Fight her, von Brandt. "Perhaps later. It could bite me in the ass but frankly, everything currently tastes like shit."
There's a pause as she forces in another shuddering breath, grits her teeth and pushes back to her feet. Moment over, shoo out the clowns. "Besides. It wouldn't be polite to you either. Alleys aren't exactly the best location for this sort of thing."
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"Remember that if you pass out, I can't drag you home." Weak as hell makes not for good escorts. Even considering it kind of hurts. She's mostly bones, augh- oh wait, there's a distraction in there. The smile she gets is radiant. "And don't worry about me! Far worse things have been done to me in alleys."
...
That is not better.
But who cares about that, because an arm is offered to help her up. "At least you didn't break your phone case this time!"
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Except- there's another moment to breathe, allow her head to stop spinning, and then the rest of the sentence clicks into place. Beat. Oh, Aleks.
"... You really do have a nasty track record for trouble, kitten. It's rather worrying."
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Then she's up and functional and the arm is released. Personal space is regained and the conversation could move on to brighter thinnnngs wait no she's going back on the idle comment. Of all things to focus on.
The previous flinch doesn't come back, which may or may not provide a wonderful clue as to why he freaked in the first place. But who cares about that. All that matters is the bright sunshine smile that Kate gets in response. In the black space of a blink, the Eyes watch her.
"Worrying, but not unsurprising. Humans are far worse monsters than you, dear."
The Smile Is Not Nice.
But who cares!! The moment of being speared through by white fires immediately dies when he turns away and essentially ditches her. "Now if you're done being a baby, we're out."