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Post by Bloodvein on Jul 29, 2010 7:43:40 GMT
She seemed a little hesitant to give her name. Understandable. She was a thief, from what Ryan could gather. Too dangerous to give away information.
"Caligo, huh?," he chirped up, looking back at her. She couldn't see, but maybe she'd feel his eyes burning into her. Forgiveness wasn't quite there yet. He turned his attention back to his front, avoiding more people as best he could. "That's an interesting one. I'm called...," he stopped short of finishing his sentence. He wondered if giving out his real name to someone like her was the best option. A swift session in his mind opted against doing so, and such, he thought of the best thing he could.
"Bloodvein." The two continued on, looking for a store to find glasses. Across the street, there was a shop that had sunglasses for display. He assumed that'd be the best place to start. "There's an American Eye across the street. Will that place do?"
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Post by Caligo on Jul 29, 2010 11:59:50 GMT
After hearing his mutant name, as she couldn't imagine parents calling their son bloodvein she took some time to try and figure out just what he could do. "I'm afraid that won't do, mister Vein" she pulled herself closer to him "See I'm a mutant too, normal sunglasses don't cut it" she whispered in his ear to avoid being looked at by people.
If she were able she would've looked around to find the nearest DIY shop herself. She felt helpless in the hand of this man. As she only just now realised her situation she felt her heart starting to race. She wasn't helpess, not anymore, she could take care of herself, no man would ever take advantage of her. She breathed almost meditatively to ease her stress.
"You'll want to look for a D.I.Y. shop, a home improvement centre or a metal works. I need Smoked glasses, the ones you would normally use when welding." she had told him before but appearantly he hadn't picked up on that. "But the goggles, not one of those entire mask things"
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Post by Bloodvein on Jul 29, 2010 22:21:42 GMT
The dark haired boy allowed himself to be pulled in closer for Caligo to whisper to him, after telling him the American Eye wouldn't do. What she whispered in his ear would have caught him off guard. Like him, she was a mutant. A fairly harmless looking one, just as he was. No weird red hair, no creepy blue or green skin, no claws, talons, fangs. She looked human, just as he did. He maybe would have been more shocked, had he came to the realization of why she didn't waver to his threat of being a mutant. She apparently knew the danger and threat of one if she was one herself. Instantly Ryan began wondering what kind of mutant she were.
His thoughts were interrupted when she implied that they needed to find a D.I.Y. or some sort of shop that sold a particular pair of glasses. The thought must of slipped his mind, as he felt deja vu upon hearing her say D.I.Y.
"Oh." he lightly responded, feeling a slight tremor of stupidity for his forgetfulness. She explained what she needed. Putting two and two together, he imagined her ability had something to do with her eyes, and natural sunlight would be harmful in someway. He then wondered about his own power. He only discovered it some time ago, and upon experimenting in using it some time ago, he proved he wasn't a master of the art yet.
Regardless he had to concentrate on his path here now. "A D.I.Y. will require a little more searching then. Come on. Stay close," he picked up, beginning to walk, but stopped short. "Try not to pick pocket any people, ok? Least not like this. If you get caught then you're on your own."
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Post by Caligo on Jul 30, 2010 12:15:25 GMT
Caligo shook her head a bit, as if she hadn't figured that she shouldn't pick anyone's pockets. "It's too dangerous anyway. Can't see where they're holding their money." she wondered if she wanted to tell this to this man, and if she didn't why she was. "It becomes a game of chance, like playing dice. No skill involved, just pure luck." As he kept dragging her across the streets she thought they must've left Times Square some time ago and she was now wondering where the nearest D.I.Y. was. "I don't play with dice."
It was true really, she didn't like odds, no matter how heavily they were tipped in her favour. She wanted certainty. She had skill, the sleight of hand, the quickness of the fingers. She had trained for a long time and now she was undone by a simple unobservant brat, even though he was helping her find new glasses, or goggles rather, she felt resentment towards him. She had felt that the wallet held close to a hundred bucks and she could always do with some money. "Found anything yet?"
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Post by Bloodvein on Jul 30, 2010 17:08:53 GMT
Ryan could only let out a slight chuckle to him giving her warning. She didn't stray away from her true intentions or feelings at all. Not so much as an attempt to mirage that she was a thief. It almost irritated him. Granted she was a mutant she was proving to be no different from the other human specimens in New York. But everyone had a reason for doing something. Ryan wouldn't look any better than the next criminal if his side of the story wasn't given during several events in his life. So for now, he continued to help.
She said something that sparked his interest. Something that he could completely relate to, in every way. He wasn't a gambling person himself. No matter how likely it seemed like things would go in his favor. He wanted a guarantee. Not a statistic. He felt uncomfortable leaving anything up to luck. If someone is to earn something then they'll earn it through their own work and skill. That was his belief.
"You and I agree on something. This is looking like the start of a beautiful relationship."
A few more minutes passed in their travels, and she inquired to know if they saw anything. He looked back at her for a second, for no real reason but his own reassurance that his words would get through. It wasn't as though she would see him anyway. "In a moment. We're just about there."
The pair came upon the shopping strip. Buildings and buildings were built against one another, all almost looking like one singular building, large enough to be a mall. Many different shopping centers were around. Ryan's eyes scanned the area got a D.I.Y. A short stride brought the two to the building. It was smaller than the others, and looked almost like it received no business. Ryan pushed the double glass doors open, entering the store. The cool air conditioning did its work, as Ryan's boiling blood began to sooth itself down. His skin began wearing down, and sweat stopped falling from under his dark locks. There weren't many people within the store, and some rather old music was playing, that sounded like it was from the late 70's.
Ryan looked around, eying the different displays, and glasses that could be seen. "What exactly am I looking for?"
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Post by Caligo on Jul 30, 2010 18:04:27 GMT
Feeling the change in warmth and in light source Caligo knew they had entered a store. She enjoyed the air-conditioned cool breeze running down her spine for only a second before her chaperone dragged her along. "We are looking for welders goggles. They don't need to be able to open." she thought she was talking to an employee and wondered why they go no response.
She looked over to where she thought the guy that was holding her hand stood. "They usually have some kind of elastic that runs around the back of the head" she'd customise her goggles once she'd get around to it, once this freakishly friendly target of her latest crime got off her back. "Be sure to pick a flashy one for me, will you."
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Post by Bloodvein on Jul 31, 2010 9:48:56 GMT
"Yeah, yeah." Ryan lifted his hand, waving and turning his back to her, after she explained what she needed. She'd be left alone, but she was in a rather empty store and was a mutant. She didn't need his babysitting, nor did he feel the need to give it. He wanted to get his task out of the way and get to where he wished to go. She had been rather descriptive with her explanation of the goggles she needed. So much so that he didn't need to search hard for them. A rack about half full of them almost shot out as Ryan's hawk like eyes scanned the large store.
The hardwood floor knocked rather loudly under the boy's sneakers as he swiftly floated over to grab a pair. They were wrapped in thwe packaging, exposing the goggle parts. The packaging covered the lens and rubberband that held them. The price was stated as exactly $49.99. Even though she had already informed him of the price for the goggles, he still cringed at the price, clenching his teeth, and sighing lightly under his breath.
"I've got em." he yelled, exuberantly across the store. Some of the other shoppers, which included nothing more than old men and women, to stare at him. He walked back over to Caligo, having had taken possession of the goggles and holding them up.
"First things first. I want my wallet back."
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Post by Caligo on Jul 31, 2010 20:46:45 GMT
Caligo reached inside her pocket and got out the wallet. She got fifty dollars out on touch alone and handed him the wallet. That way he couldn't walk off with all his money and just leave her there without anything to show for it. For all she knew she was escorted to a supermarket or something. "Thank you ever so kindly" she responded holding out her hand with the wallet and waiting to get the goggles in her hands. "So now you don't have any purpose anymore, where will you go?"
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Post by Bloodvein on Aug 2, 2010 16:07:41 GMT
"No purpose? Sheesh, you say that like I'm going to die," he blurted out, snatching his wallet back from her. He took the fifty dollars, and turned to the man, paying for the goggles. He waved in decline for a receipt and turned his attention back to Caligo. "I had originally planned on heading to Xavier's school. They say it's a school for mutants like us and is supposedly a safe haven," he broke his speech off, thinking of the current situation. He needed more than just a place to go for being a mutant. He needed to hide from the police as well and get away from his father.
"Guess I could say I didn't move out on the best of terms."
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Post by Caligo on Aug 2, 2010 20:00:30 GMT
"Why don't you post it on a billboard in Times Square!" Caligo hissed at him. She grabbed the goggles from his hands just as he had taken the money from hers. She took out the goggles and unwrapped them. She pulled the goggles over her head and put the smoked glasses in front of her eyes. It felt good to open her eyes again, even though she saw very little. "In my memory you looked better." She spoke as if the two of them hadn't seen each other for years.
"So it is true." In the doorway stood a guy, skinny, unwashed. He was looking at the two in the shop. "I followed you from the Square. I was afraid he'd take you somewhere after you picked his wallet. Do something to you. But I guess you're one of his Mutie friends." He looked around as if he was afraid to be talking to her. "You better not come home tonight."
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Post by Bloodvein on Aug 3, 2010 20:42:07 GMT
"And I liked you better with your eyes closed." he swiftly responded, folding his arms over his chest. He had watched her work her way blindly through the packaging, and placed the goggles over her head. She looked odd with them on, but she needed them for whatever reason. He got his wallet back and it was time to continue on, until something unexpected happened. A skinny man erected from the outside. The wave of heat from the other side of the door rushed its way in, hitting Ryan like a flurry of feathers brushing past him.
"You know this guy?" he asked, pointing his thumb at the man in question.
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Post by Caligo on Aug 4, 2010 10:17:26 GMT
Caligo sighed "That's Steve." The sound in her voice was that of defeat. For so many years she had been able to keep her mutation a secret. They all knew she had to protect her eyes but they probably thought it was some kind of medical condition. "He's the rat bastard that's going to rat me out to my gang." The defeat was gone, now there was poisonous hatred.
"I have to look out for me and mine." Steve replied he looked at her to reflect the poison in her words with his stare. "You are no longer one of those." he looked around again, feeding off his own paranoia. "So you better don't come back, you know what we do to outsiders!" with that he stepped away from the doors and disappeared into the crowd.
"That great, just fucking great!" by now most of the people in the shop were looking at them. Caligo looked around and then back at the guy who had called himself Bloodvein. "So where are we headed?"
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Post by Bloodvein on Aug 4, 2010 19:57:16 GMT
"O...k." he perked up, when Caligo responded to him and answered his question. Listening to what Steve had to say, apparently Caligo was in a gang, and kept her identity secret for a little while. He placed both his hands into his pockets, dropping his wallet in there as well.
Once Steven had left, Ryan began thinking more about the situation, and how it might have been partially his fault.
Just great. he thought to himself. He turned his eyes back to Caligo, asking where they were heading to. He had turned his head to the side, and raised an eyebrow. "We?" he spoke up in an unenthusiastic tone. "You'll have to excuse me. I don't exactly feel at all that safe traveling around with someone who picked my pocket and forced me to buy them the most expensive pair of goggles ever." He took his hands out of his pockets, and folded them across his chest.
Thinking about the situation a little though, he realized she was now in the exact same position he was in. Without a home to return to, and a mutant, hated, resented, or feared by a majority of the population. Letting out a small sigh, he felt something similar to sympathy.
"Xavier's school..."
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Post by Caligo on Aug 6, 2010 9:02:36 GMT
"You were walking around Times Square, dreaming. You had it coming." Caligo looked around a bit and then stepped out of the shop. It was good to have her eyes opened again, even though she hadn't seen anything in its true colours in some years now. Everything was blocked by a dark haze from her smoked glasses. Even though she shouldn't be able to see anything with those things on she saw everything rather well, as if she was wearing low grade sunglasses.
She looked around to get her bearings and then turned 180 degrees. "So I guess we're headed for Grand Central?" She asked Bloodvein to confirm their heading.
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