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Post by ayden2 on Oct 21, 2009 5:19:51 GMT
She started losing it, gaining the attention of the people in the bar. Benjamin stood up, feeling helpless, but knowing he had to do something. She was bleeding and scared, and this was when a girl needs a hero; a man whom will be there for her when she needs it the most. He moved forward, wrapping his arms around her in a embrace and resting her head against his chest. Placing one hand against her head, he rested his chin on the top of her red head before speaking calmly. "Shh...Hey...it's alright..."
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Post by arun on Oct 21, 2009 5:28:55 GMT
She stood there, pressed up against him. Yesterday she would've pushed him away, punched him, taunted him. But now she just wanted to be taken care of, she just wanted to be safe- from herself. Tears ran down her face, and she was shaking slighly. She spoke into his chest, unsure if he could even hear her. "I always though I didn't do drugs. I told myself. I-I..." She trailed off. "I guess I just figured out how to get a cheap fixx. You should leave, don't get involved." But she didn't mean it, and she made no move to push away from him. So they stood there, even though half an hour ago they'd been complete strangers, standing in the middle of a coffee shop while people tried not to stare.
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Post by ayden2 on Oct 22, 2009 0:16:03 GMT
A fix? What did she mean? The medicine in her bag couldn't give her a fix, so that wouldn't be it. Then it hit him. The black eye, the bleeding hands, the constant fights...She had some sort of addiction to pain. His first thought was to drop her and get the hell out of here; how could someone be so messed up that they wanted pain? But he knew he couldn't leave her, not in this state.
"Come with me...I've got something to show you." He released her, before grabbing her hand and taking her outside the cafe. He needed to get away from public eye so he could show her his secret. He led her down a alleyway, which would probably seem really suss for anyone nearby, but she would know he didn't have bad intentions. Stopping, now knowing he was out of view, he brought her closer. "You're not the only one with a problem." He brought his right hand up infront of her face, and then clicked his fingers. A bright yellow flame appeared from seemingly nowhere, now hovering above his thumb. "I'm one of them."
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Post by arun on Oct 22, 2009 8:31:32 GMT
She felt him stiffen against her as he put it together , waited for him to walk away. But he didn't, even when he stepped back and took her hand, he was still there. Still with her. Jordan barely heard Ben's words, but she moved with him automatically as he pulled her out the door and towards an alley. She felt a momentary rush, panicking at the idea of following a guy into a dark alley, but she either wasn't thinking clearly enough to actually think about it or she trusted Ben.
She stood facing him, the tears that were still running down her face sparkling slightly in the New York city lights. She wrapped her arms around herself, still shaking slightly as she watched him. He snapped his fingers and... a tiny flame appeared out of nowhere. 'I'm one of them.' Jordan stared at him, her green eyes flickering from his hand to his face. Finally, settling on his face, she unwrapped one of her hands from around her arm and showed him her palm. "Us." The word was only a breath, almost unrecognizable. She concentrated on her hand. There was a flash of black light as the black energy appeared on her hand. She didn't even flinch, but the smell of burning skin was unavoidable.
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Post by ayden2 on Oct 22, 2009 11:31:45 GMT
"Us."
The word hit him with suprising force as he flicked his wrist slightly, causing the flame to disappear. His eyes stayed upon her, trying to decipher what she could be talking about; or what form of secret she was about to show him. Half of him couldn't wait for her to show him, for it would confirm that she was different to normal humans; something that Ben found attractive.
Yet...what he saw broke his heart. Not out of disappointment, but merely out of pure pain as he watched where the beams were coming from. They weren't coming out of thin air, they were burning the skin of her palms. He could smell it, he could see it in her eyes. She didn't react to the pain visibly, but Benjamin could see the agony in her eyes, and it broke him even more. With a faint smile, he gently placed his hand against her arm. "I...uh." He didn't know what to say, it wasn't as though he could just ask her not to cause herself any more pain. He was at a loss for words, his mind scrambling for something generated from comfort or merely support. "Do you have any family...or anyone to stay with?"Really, he wanted to talk about the whole pain issue, but maybe now was not the best time?
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Post by arun on Oct 22, 2009 21:49:50 GMT
She had closed her eyes when she had turned her power on. She hadn't wanted to, but she couldn't make herself watch his face, she didn't want to see his expression as he realised how messed up she really was. Her mind whent even blanker automatically as the pain hit her, and she started shaking more. Ben's hand on her arm startled her and she made herself focus on that. She closed her hand, dousing the light with a slight hiss.
Jordan gasped and stumbled slightly as the pain of her most recent burns shot up her arms. She grabbed Ben's arm for support, looking up at him with dark eyes. They stood there for a moment, Jordan's shoulders heaved as she fought to control her tears and shaking. After a little while he spoke again, and she forced her raw hands off his arm. Jordan stepped back, not looking at him. "Wait, you mean my whore of a mother who never wanted me, or the foster father that tried to rape me?" Part of her tought girl act laced her voice again, she realised now that it was an act, but it was still a comforting act. But her control had shattered.
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Post by ayden2 on Oct 23, 2009 1:33:05 GMT
Well that reply was...unexpected. There was a lot to this girl that he obviously didn't know about. Typically, poor parenting can be attributed to how a child grows up and it saddened him that parents as bad as hers actually existed. Yet, beneath the sorrow he could detect something in her voice, like she was trying her hardest to sound firm and secure; but really, it was the complete opposite. "You know, you don't have to prove to me that you're tough. The fact that you are living with a 'gift' like that shows me far more about you than anything else you say or do." He brought her closer, comforting the stranger he had met only about a hour ago. "How about you stay with me for awhile. I can support you and give you a place to live..."
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Post by arun on Oct 23, 2009 4:23:23 GMT
Jordan thought she'd said too much, gone too far. It was true, but she'd never told anyone about her foster father, the reason that she was on her own. No one had ever asked before. She didn't mind throwing around the bit about her mother, even though she didn't know 100% that it was true. "You know, you don't have to prove to me that you're tough. The fact that you are living with a 'gift' like that shows me far more about you than anything else you say or do." She stared at him, eyebrows drawn together. No one had ever told her anything other then that she was weak for not dealing with her 'gift' better. That she was weak or pathetic or self-centered.
She let him pull her closer again, leaning her head in against his shoulder. His offer caught her off guard, and she caught her breath, but didn't pull away. "Am I supposed to say no?" She asked, voice muffled.
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Post by ayden2 on Oct 23, 2009 12:21:41 GMT
He merely laughed at her answer, and looked up at the sky; clouds were forming and he could smell the humidity in the air. He knew it was going to rain soon, and that he needed to get inside as his gifting makes him stand out in the rain. His body increases its temperature in reaction to the cold, and he effectively gives off a mild amount of steam; which kind of makes him appear a bit different to other people. A part of him didn't want to move however, and so he simply just rested the girls head against his shoulder. "I'm going to help you through this." By this, he literally meant the whole fix on pain she was having. He comforted her, gently stroking the side of her head as it rested against her chest.
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Post by arun on Oct 23, 2009 20:00:12 GMT
It was going to rain. Jordan's city was crying, again. She'd always wondered why it always seemed to rain when someone died, but it didn't matter right now. Hopefully it wouldn't for a while. She loved New York in the rain, everything blurred, like it was in pain too. "Thank you." She whispered, unsure if she was talking in response to his words or just because he was there with her. Maybe it was both. Jordan took a deep breath, enjoying the feel of his hand on her hair, then she pulled away slightly, looking up at him. "We should go. It's... dangerious to be out here at night." Not that anything could hurt the two of them. But she didn't want a fight.
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Post by ayden2 on Oct 25, 2009 1:19:16 GMT
"Yeah...It gets a little steamy when I stand in the rain." No pun intended, he literally does let off light amounts of steam in the rain due to his mutation and its natural reactions to cold weather. "We'll head to mine." With a smile, he moved Jordon to his side, arm around her shoulder as they began to walk to his place.
(Don't know how else to continue this thread? Should we just leave it and make a new one later?)
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Post by arun on Oct 25, 2009 3:12:17 GMT
She laughed, leaning against him. "Yeah, well I'd hate for you to get steamy on the street." It was a bad joke, and she wasn't sure what she meant by it, but it was still a joke coming from Jordan. She reached up and gingerly grabbed the hand resting on her shoulder. "Alright, Ben. Alright." She resisted the urge to look back down the allley. It wasn't like she was leaving... but homefully she was.
(lets start another one where they're at his place.)
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