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Post by Caligo on Jul 26, 2010 19:55:36 GMT
Faith had her hoodie wrapped around her with the cap over her head. She didn't mean to look like any street thug you'd ever see in the movies but it was a warm shirt and the hoodie covered up her awkward looking sunglasses.
Times Square was a nice place for pickings. People were always distracted by the big screens, flashy billboards and the nice view. Nowadays they were also distracted by people with purple skins, green hair, tails and wings. Mutants, like her. They had become common place now, even though most people still didn't like them.
Caligo just shrugged as she passed one of the more obvious mutants and tried to find a fitting target to pick in this area that was usually filled to the brim with tourists. She liked tourists, they always carried more cash than was good for them.
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Post by Bloodvein on Jul 27, 2010 2:00:40 GMT
Just as people had passed him unnoticed to his unusual shady skulking that he did, the red Sox baseball cap that he wore covered his face. The jacket he wore looked completely out of sync with the other members of society, as he had the collar raised upward to cover more of his face. His hands were jammed tightly into the jeans that looked like they could barely fit his legs. The muscles in his calves and thighs peered through the dark blue denim covering his lower half.
Time Square was busy as usual, so people ignored him, and everything else that passed them by. Ryan was still feeling a bit paranoid about the recent happenings, and thus had to make sure he wasn't seen. It was New York, after all, and crazy things have been happening lately. Surely some kid whom ran away from home, and defended himself against a few officers were the least of the world's worries, but it was a gamble, all the more.
The mutant allowed himself to get caught too far in the clouds. Without noticing he had collided head on with a woman, knocking her glasses and cap off, as well as his own cap. He stumbled back a bit, but caught his footing.
"Sorry." he instinctively responded, scurrying the ground for his cap. Grabbing it, he dusted it off with his hand, while lifting his head to get a glimpse of the girl whom he had bumped into. She looked normal enough, but something about her made his blood boil. It boiled like the last time his mutant ability shot out. He slowly came to a full stand as he examined her. His stare made his eyes look almost dead. Like he was staring directly into the insides of her body. He looked awkward, but hadn't noticed till the brief stillness passed.
"You alright?" he spoke relatively, hoping she hadn't noticed the tense and awkward moment herself.
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Post by Caligo on Jul 27, 2010 7:22:10 GMT
Sloppy! That was sloppy! Caligo scolded herself in her mind. It was supposed to be a standard pick. He had stepped to avoid someone and instead of brushing passed him she had collided forcefully with him. She had fallen to the ground, as she was a featherweight and caught off guard. Her internal rant continued Why did you have to go and make things so complicated? It's just a bloody pick, how easy did you want it to be? He's not going to just hand his money to you!
He had even knocked off her sunglasses, in broad daylight. She held her eyes tightly closed and felt around to try and find them. She couldn't. Panic. She felt it creep up her spine, Now what? Ask the guy you just picked to hand you back your glasses? she sighed "Ehm. Sir, could you please hand me back my glasses? I have this condition." she just hoped he wouldn't notice he was missing something yet.
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Post by Bloodvein on Jul 27, 2010 9:42:54 GMT
His eyebrows twitched, as she instinctively closed her eyes. He was far too surprised by the sudden burst of force upon his body to realize the swiftness in which she had done so. She was feeling around for the glasses she had lost thanks to him. Ignoring him completely, she requested her glasses be found, and at the end of her words, she mentioned a condition. Ryan began to wonder if the woman was blind. She'd then at least have an excuse for having had bumped into him. He almost considered her lucky for having one. He just looked like a klutz. he thought to himself.
"Yeah," he spoke softly, looking around the ground. Just below his large right foot, black specs scattered about. He lifted his foot, and placed it back somewhat, only to find the very shades she had asked for crushed under his immense weight. "about that..." he bent down, and picked up the largest chunk of the glasses he could. The frame and lens were still bound together, given the cracks in both of them. He held it up, and grabbed the girl's searching hand, placing the piece in it.
"All of it isn't there. My bad."
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Post by Caligo on Jul 27, 2010 10:41:58 GMT
Caligo couldn't open her eyes, not in the daylight, not at noon, not on Times Square. Not only would it hurt it would potentially damage her sight, might even blind her. She hadn't seen the naked daylight for some years now and frankly she didn't miss it. The night time was her time, the moon was her friend.
When her hand touched his and he guided her to what felt like a shard of glass she knew what was going on. Someone stepped on it, the constant supply of sunlight and neonlight meant she couldn't use her ability to push away the light for long, she'd exhaust herself in mere minutes. Great, not only you fuck up, you also blinded yourself in the process. she continued her internal rant.
"Shit." That was all she could say. It wasn't shouted, it wasn't forcefully exlaimed, just stated. "Now what?" she asked, speaking more to herself than to anybody else.
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Post by Bloodvein on Jul 27, 2010 12:20:09 GMT
A guilty sensation crept slowly upon the teen's head. Something he hadn't felt in some time now. Even snapping his father's arm in half didn't make him feel the slightest bit responsible like smashing some woman's glasses. The thought flown through his mind. Maybe she had asked for it, and karma was paying her back for something that had happened before. Despite his disbelief of such things, it might have been the case in fact.
She spoke low, asking more herself than Ryan what was to happen. He took a step back before speaking.
"No problem. They're glasses. I'll replace them." he said confidently, more a way of coping with the situation and making himself feel better, as opposed to insuring her her glasses would get replaced. He began feeling the insides of his jacket pockets. His hands bore into the closed area of his dark, tight jacket, only to find empty space.
Maybe. he thought to himself, as he continued searching his clothing for his wallet. He knew it wasn't in his jeans, for he'd had felt them there. He spent a large sum of the afternoon feeling the hot breeze blow upon his legs, so surely he'd feel an object touching him. His jacket, however, proved to be empty. I know I took the damn thing with me. I hadn't even pulled it out today... Then it hit him like a punch to the chest. His body looked like a large weight had been lifted from his very shoulders, as he sighed and hung his head down for a brief moment, before his eyes peered at the woman before him.
"I think you owe me something, gorgeous," His tone was low, and agitated. His wallet didn't just disappear into nothing, nor did he leave it anywhere. The woman had pick pocketed him when she bumped into him. In his head it made sense. Thinking about it from her perspective, she'd had gotten away weren't it for the unfortunate occurrence of her glasses being broken in the process. "Hand it over." he said, motioning his hand to tell her he wanted it back. Of course with her eyes jammed shut she wouldn't see it, but at this point it didn't really cross his mind.
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Post by Caligo on Jul 27, 2010 12:35:25 GMT
Still rattled by the collision and the fact that she'd have to replace her glasses. They weren't expensive or special they were just so damn hard to get by. Now she'd have to stick to the nighttimes, sleeping during the daytime always made her cranky. Then she heard what he was saying. Hand it over? she thought to herself wondering what he meant. The wallet weighing down her hoodie now felt more heavy as she realised what he was talking about, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
She was already trying to think of a way to get out of this, she couldn't run as she couldn't very well see. She couldn't darken her surroundings as there were too much photons in the air, even with her eyes closed she could feel them. Perhaps she could catch him off guard with an indecent proposal, that way she might give herself time to escape to either the sewers, a dark alleyway or the subway. She needed to buy herself some more time.
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Post by Bloodvein on Jul 27, 2010 12:44:10 GMT
An almost devilish grin made an appearance on his defined face at her response. Sure she said it without a hint of hesitation, but Ryan knew that a thief is as good an actor as Brat Pitt, or Tim Curry. Lowering his hand, he threw it in his jean pocket, jamming his fingers into the crease, and opening the pocket enough to allow him to drop it inside. His thumb hung on the outside of the pocket. His left arm continued to dangle in the air.
"Look," he said in a grumpy tone, stepping forward, just close enough for only those two to be heard. The thought crossed his mind. He decided to act on it. Too long a pause and he'd lose his opportunity. "I don't care for what you do. I actually think you deserve a medal for it, but I'm the wrong guy to pick pocket. You see..." a small pause came before finishing his statement. "I'm a mutant. And not a particularly pleasant one." Another pause arose from his last few words, to let them set in. "I kinda need that wallet, and I'd like to have it back."
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Post by Caligo on Jul 27, 2010 20:17:25 GMT
"Well here's the thing, mutant" Caligo hissed back. She didn't like it when she was threatened, even though he was quite right in harassing her, she did steal his wallet after all. "There's not even a hundred bucks in your wallet, you won't risk doing something horrible to me in the middle of Times Square" She realised that might not have been the best response she could've had to this man, especially when he was a dangerous mutant. She could barely control her powers and when she could they were of no use in a fight. She leaned into where she heard the sound from "So let's make a deal"
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Post by Bloodvein on Jul 27, 2010 21:57:27 GMT
The girl he confronted hissed back at him, almost immediately after he spoke. He moved his head back a bit, cocking his eyebrow, almost in confusion. He was sure his threat would earn him his wallet back, but she seemed to lack fear of mutants. A rarity in the people of New York. Even though they walked among mutants as if they're normal people, they still lived in a silent fear, afraid to speak their minds and say what they truly feel.
She continued on, calling Ryan on his bluff. He surely wasn't gonna risk drawing attention to himself, nor had he any plans to rough up a woman over his wallet. The only time it was acceptable to hit a woman was during the akido sparring matches with his fellow mates. He was also somewhat shocked she knew how much money was within his wallet. He didn't even see her take the thing out. Let alone look inside of it and count the cash.
Stay calm. Chill out. His thoughts coursed through his mind, and relaxed his tense body. He was going over what he should do now. He thought about taking it by force. He wouldn't need his mutant ability to steal from someone whom wouldn't even open their eyes. Then again he was still wanted for the assault of the law, breaking his father's arm, and running away from home.
Dammit...
The woman, however, said something that intrigued him. She wanted to work out a deal, and this confused him even more. "What did you have in mind?" She already had his wallet, and if she realized that he had no plan of regaining his wallet, she pretty much won.
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Post by Caligo on Jul 28, 2010 11:36:53 GMT
Caligo didn't know exactly what she had in mind but she knew it was going to be something she could feel the moral winner over. "I need new, custom, glasses. They were about 50 bucks" she finally got up from the floor as she knew it would take some convincing to lure him into the trap for the other 50.
"I like you, I really do. You've got moxie" she had heard that line somewhere when they sneaked into the movies. She leaned in to have her mouth reach his ear, her hands pressing on his chest. "I could show you how much I like you. For the other 50." she slowly moved her hands downward until she reached his waist.
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Post by Bloodvein on Jul 28, 2010 14:03:08 GMT
Listening to her proposal, she requested her glasses be replaced. They were quite an expensive pair. At least for the likes of Ryan Black. His father made more than enough money to support the lifestyle they lived, but the boy never bothered to ask his father for anything. Isn't worth it if it isn't earned, was what he believed in. For most cases.
She went on with something that almost made him chuckle slightly. Moxie? It sounded like something from an old 80's boxing movie. Somewhere in between having to spend 50 dollars on a pair of glasses, and the other 50 on a what Ryan supposed was a date, saw his wallet implode upon itself, due to how empty it would become.
He sighed slightly, shaking his head. His short hair swayed back and fro in his gesture.
"Let's just get you those glasses."
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Post by Caligo on Jul 28, 2010 14:47:53 GMT
Since he still hadn't hit her for taking his wallet Caligo didn't mind going with him for now. "I'm keeping the wallet for now, as collateral." she searched for his hand since she still couldn't open her eyes to see anything. "Take us to the nearest DIY shop"
She was glad to feel that he started walking into some kind of direction, although she had no idea which direction that was. She knew he hadn't anything else of value with him, which was a pity. But at least she'd get some sort of replacement for her glasses. She'd need to get the frames for the sunglasses somewhere herself but at least he'd be buying the smoked glasses for her, which were the most expensive anyway since she was getting a ten finger discount on the sunglasses.
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Post by Bloodvein on Jul 29, 2010 3:50:01 GMT
Ryan held the young woman's hand, guiding her through the crowds of people that had taken up the streets and walk ways of Time Square. They were in the middle of the business part of the city, and surely there were some sort of shops that would be able to supply him with what he needed to find. His eyes scanned the shops that were on the left and right sides of the duo. The man tugged upon his passenger's arm to avoid being hit by the crazy drivers, whom didn't mind exposing their road rage at the teens.
They had made their way to the right side of the street. The sidewalk was extremely busy, and it for some reason seemed like everyone was walking in the opposite direction as Ryan and the girl. Weaving through people would have been an easy task, had he not needed to be directing a woman whom refused to open her eyes. Ryan decided to speak up, after the few minutes of silence that they spent together.
"I'm buying you a pair of glasses more expensive than most dinner dates I usually take women out on. Yet I don't even know your name." he exclaimed, hoping the woman would get a feel for the situation. Perhaps the same feel that he was getting. She basically robbed him, unsuccessfully, but he did break her glasses, and he refused to be like the rest of the garbage in the world, and ignore his obligation to replace what he had destroyed. However he knew that she felt no feelings otherwise, and it would have been a useless effort.
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Post by Caligo on Jul 29, 2010 7:22:56 GMT
Feeling hundreds of people brush up against her as the man that held her arm at the wrist almost literally dragged her across Times Square Caligo felt that, had she not been blinded by the gracelessness of this man she could've been rich by now. Well at the very least she'd have some wallets. But she couldn't see which pockets the people were carrying their money so it would be a flip of a coin if she'd hit or miss. People would possibly start to notice though.
He asked her name, why would he want to know her name? She knew the reason he gave but she also knew there was almost always another motive when asking someone's name. "They call me Caligo" Since he was a mutant he would probably understand what she meant by that, or maybe not.
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