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Post by arun on Oct 13, 2009 16:19:02 GMT
Jordan stared at the fridge full of cheap beer. Leaning on the other side of the isle, the red-head dug her fingers into her hand, then wiped the resulting blood on the back of her jeans. They didn't sell beer to minors, not here. Which was why she'd come to this store. But seeing the alcohol was almost physically painful for her. It would be so easy to get drunk and loose a day or two. Jordan pushed herself away from the fridge and walked away as quickly as she could without drawing attention to herself.
Jordan was sporting a livid black eye, one that might as well be self-inflicted. She'd jumped into a bar fight, then jumped onto a drunk guy's fist. The angry bruise on her gut, just showing under her tight red t-shirt hurt worse, but whatever. Jordan headed for the pharmacy, deftly picking up a bottle of aspirin.
She headed for the check-out counter and payed for the medicine with a handful of bills she'd lifted off a drug-mule. She'd been one long enough to know that the man she'd lifted it from wouldn't miss the cash. The late-night cashier didn't even give her a second look, which she appreciated, although it depressed her that someone in her state didn't deserve a second look.
She walked out of the drug store and into the lights of New York. Jordan took a deep breath, trying to decide what she was going to do tonight without thinking.
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Post by ayden2 on Oct 13, 2009 23:58:19 GMT
Ben needed a walk, alot had happened in the past week. More than once had his cover been almost completely blown by sentinels with their annoying gene detectors. Maybe it was time for him to stop performing at clubs and cafes. The thought chilled him to the bone; giving up the one thing that really stopped him from falling off the rails and becoming a walking killer. It was the one thing that kept his mind off his past, and all the sorrow that trailed with it.
Still, he preferred not to be so melodramatic and pretend his life was hopeless. Hands in his pockets, he calmly strode down street, passing a pharmacy. As he passed it, he happened to walk past a younger girl; who looked a little worse for wear. Her injuries looked fresh, or at least, partly new. She walked right past him. Benjamin stopped and turned around and spoke rather calmly. "Hey, hold up. Are you alright? You don't look so good."
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Post by arun on Oct 14, 2009 7:08:28 GMT
Jordan jumped, realising that off all the people around (which was actually not that many for New York), the guy was talking to her. She turned around slowly, weary but not overly so. He hadn't sounded bad, but that could always be a ruse. Ususally it was, in fact. Jordan bit of her usuall answer- 'Back off, f***ing perv.' and actually considered the question. "No." She said slowly. "I feel like I'm going to barf and even though I've beaten myself up, nothing's helped." Honesty, usually that drove people away. No one wanted to know about her hellish life.
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Post by ayden2 on Oct 14, 2009 7:18:02 GMT
"I'm sorry...what did you say?" He swore that she just said that she had beaten herself up. Ben instantly felt this wave of compassion for the poor girl. He had no idea what was wrong with her, but knew he had to help her. She could be a orphaned drug addict for all he knew; reagrdless, she was in need of help. "This will sound weird, but do you need someone to talk to? I'm happy to listen."
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Post by arun on Oct 15, 2009 2:52:07 GMT
Jordan blinked, unsure of what to make of what he'd just said. And yes, it absolutely sounded weird, it sounded like the kind of offer she would usually punch a guy for. But this guy didn't look like the type for that, which was what confused Jordan. She should say no, but she just didn't care at this point. She'd been deciding between downing all the pills she'd just gotten and ending it and taking enough so that she wouldn't feel it when she broke her own arm. "You're happy to listen, maybe take of my clothes too?" She asked sharply, although her heart obviously wasn't in it. "I- yes."
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Post by ayden2 on Oct 15, 2009 5:49:10 GMT
With a smile that obviously was directed to her comment about the clothes being taken off, he put on a joking face before commenting. "Well, I was hoping you'd take them off...But if you really want me to, then I'm down with that..." He was like that alot; making rather stupid jokes in front of complete strangers. First impressions to him obviously meant nothing, he only cared about the actual person inside. "Well, before we do talk, are you sure you need all those drugs? I mean, not to sound like I'm interefering with your business, but it can't be good for you." He actually was genuinely concerned about the red-head. The poor young woman obviously had some issues; and Ben was more than ready to help out. "Benjamin Lake, by the way." He figured it might be a bit more comforting if the girl knew who he was talking to.
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Post by arun on Oct 15, 2009 21:15:19 GMT
She rolled her eyes, but otherwise ignored his bad joke. She didn't have a response to that, especially since he didn't seem to mean it. He didn't look like the type to mean it, although he did look like he would be good at making bad jokes. She almost, in spite of herself, found herself smiling. His second comment didn't' even strike her as odd. She didn't think she'd mentioned drugs, but she knew she looked like the type. Almost relieved, she pulled the aspirin bottle out of her pocket and tossed it to him. "That's all I've got. Besides, I don't do drugs. Not like you're thinking of them anyways.
She took a step towards him. "Alright Ben. I'm Jordan... Frey." It wasn't her real last name. She didn't even know what that was, but she liked the word and she generally used Frey as her last name.
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Post by ayden2 on Oct 16, 2009 1:00:47 GMT
He caught the aspirin and quickly scanned it; maybe he was wrong. He was under the impression that the bag she had was full of medication, but maybe he was just being too snoopy. "Nice to meet you, Jordon." Smiling to her for the moment, his eyes glanced down to her hands, where she was bandaged. Both palms obviously looked to have some form of blister or burn on them, another thing that made Ben concerned. "Are your hands okay?" There were so many questions he wanted to ask her, but maybe the street wasn't the place. "Tell you what, how about you ignore my question for now, and I buy you a coffee?"
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Post by arun on Oct 16, 2009 3:46:46 GMT
"I've ignored that question before." She said agreeably, surprising herself. Coffee... she couldn't remember the last time she'd had it. Another sign that Ben wasn't from town, at least not her part of town. "That would be wonderful." She smiled timidly at him, it was a weak smile, but the first that she'd attempted in awhile. The effect was startling, even dirty as she was. "Thanks."
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Post by ayden2 on Oct 16, 2009 7:11:50 GMT
(Won't bother changing thread, we'll just have the cafe here.)
"I know the perfect spot." Benjamin motioned Jordon to follow him a few minutes down the street to a cafe named the 52nd Street Cafe. As soon as he opened the door, the barista waved to Ben. "Benji my boy! What can I get you?" Benjamin smiled kind of awkwardly to Jordon, before signalling with his hand. "Just two lattes, thanks Jack!" Jack nodded with a big smile before Ben slowly led Jordon to a table. It was a table he had often sat himself at after he had finished performing. "I figured I'd take you here. I've performed here for a number of functions and Jack is a great guy." With a smile that wasn't intended to be boastful, he leant on the table, opposite Jordon. "Do your hands hurt?"
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Post by arun on Oct 16, 2009 15:30:54 GMT
Jordan raised an eyebrow. "Is this where you take all your girlfriends?" She assked, "Because I bet they're all dressed a little better." She sat down across from him, fighting down the brief urge to get up and flee. She was having coffee with some guy she'd met minutes ago. She shrugged at his question, having expected it and having had time to deal with that he'd ask. "Yep." She put her elbows on the table, resting her hands together where she could stare at them. Not that she didn't do that anyways. "They hurt."
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Post by arun on Oct 16, 2009 15:44:23 GMT
Jordan raised an eyebrow. "Is this where you take all your girlfriends?" She assked, "Because I bet they're all dressed a little better." She sat down across from him, fighting down the brief urge to get up and flee. She was having coffee with some guy she'd met minutes ago. She shrugged at his question, having expected it and having had time to deal with that he'd ask. "Yep." She put her elbows on the table, resting her hands together where she could stare at them. Not that she didn't do that anyways. "They hurt."
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Post by ayden2 on Oct 17, 2009 0:37:05 GMT
"Oh yeah, all twenty-two of them..." He couldn't help but make another joke, no matter how horrible they tended to be. Jack made his way over to the table, placing the coffees down in a delicate process, before he nodded to Ben and walked off. Beclem watched as Jordon examined her hands and commented on how they hurt. Was it just him or did she kind of just rather casually excalim that they did hurt and made no form of a sad tone in her voice? "You say it as if it isn't a bad thing..."
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Post by arun on Oct 17, 2009 15:30:06 GMT
She nodded to the man and grabbed her coffee, wrapping her hand around the cup and trying not to drop it as her burt hands protested. She raised an eyebrow, her mouth quirked in a semi-smile. "If there's that many, you really don't want to be seen with me in a public place, do you?" Jordan hesitated, considering what he'd said. "No, I said it like it's a complicated thing. Which it is. But yes, they hurt like hell."
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Post by ayden2 on Oct 18, 2009 9:39:09 GMT
"Oh, trust me, I've had worse than a girl who just walked out of a pharmacy with a black eye..." It was actually not true, obviously, as he only really had one true girlfriend, but she had abandoned him when he needed her the most. She left him and never, ever spoke to him; not even giving him a reason. Still, he preferred not to think about the tragedies of his past. This girl seemed nice, and maybe, just maybe beneath the stubborn remarks, she was as broken as he was.
His hands moved towards hers on the cup, before he looked up into her eyes with a rather genuine look. "Do you...mind?" Obviously he was implying was it alright if he gently took her hands to examine the wounds. It was strange, he knew there was something different about the girl. She gave out a strange vibe which tickled Ben's curiosity.
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