Post by surge on Jul 31, 2009 4:45:46 GMT
James Mathews considered himself an entrepeanuer. And, in his opinion, there was no room in the heart of such a goal-oriented businessman as himself for consideration of others; numero uno always but always came first.
Therefore, when the nineteen year old drug dealer saw the familiar figure of a filthy girl bundled up in four oversized and ratty coats, the grimace which marred his features had nothing to do with sympathy. No, James issue with Surge, as the other hobos christened her, was that she often did not have money to pay for her fix yet was one of the most insistent junkies he knew... and that was saying something.
For her part, Noriko was just desperately attempting to maintain clarity and focus on why it was she was walking down this particular street at this particular time. The street lights which were flickering, their energy chaotically ebbing and flowing from her untamed presence, did nothing to ease the young mutant's confusion. In fact, she might have vacantly walked right past James had he not confronted her first.
"Do you have money tonight, Surge?" His voice was cold, his arms crossed imposingly.
Right. The drugs. The only thing which really helped her to deal with her unusal issues... surely her father would have had a better solution? But he hadn't even believed they existed, despite the clear-as-day signs.
Wait, what had the dealer asked again?
Right. The drugs. With an immense strain, Noriko focused all of her willpower into coming off as coherent.
"NoIdon'thaveanymoneyrightnowbutyouknowimgoodforitIswearI'llgetittoyouIjustreallyneedthemnoworelsethelectricityanditwillbebadandthignswillhappenandyouhavetogivethemtomeandI'llpayyoulater!" In the space of about two seconds, she layed out her claim as best she could. Damn, damn, damn! She couldn't even speak! What was wrong with her?!?
And James... he didn't even have to say anything. She saw the scorn even as his gaze turned to look for other less pathetic, and more importantly paying customers. Nonononono!
"NEEDTHEMNOWPLEASE!"
And as her last tether on her emotions snapped, the air heated and Surge, true to her name, was wreathed in an azure halo as electric currents burst fourth from her form and all hell broke loose.
Therefore, when the nineteen year old drug dealer saw the familiar figure of a filthy girl bundled up in four oversized and ratty coats, the grimace which marred his features had nothing to do with sympathy. No, James issue with Surge, as the other hobos christened her, was that she often did not have money to pay for her fix yet was one of the most insistent junkies he knew... and that was saying something.
For her part, Noriko was just desperately attempting to maintain clarity and focus on why it was she was walking down this particular street at this particular time. The street lights which were flickering, their energy chaotically ebbing and flowing from her untamed presence, did nothing to ease the young mutant's confusion. In fact, she might have vacantly walked right past James had he not confronted her first.
"Do you have money tonight, Surge?" His voice was cold, his arms crossed imposingly.
Right. The drugs. The only thing which really helped her to deal with her unusal issues... surely her father would have had a better solution? But he hadn't even believed they existed, despite the clear-as-day signs.
Wait, what had the dealer asked again?
Right. The drugs. With an immense strain, Noriko focused all of her willpower into coming off as coherent.
"NoIdon'thaveanymoneyrightnowbutyouknowimgoodforitIswearI'llgetittoyouIjustreallyneedthemnoworelsethelectricityanditwillbebadandthignswillhappenandyouhavetogivethemtomeandI'llpayyoulater!" In the space of about two seconds, she layed out her claim as best she could. Damn, damn, damn! She couldn't even speak! What was wrong with her?!?
And James... he didn't even have to say anything. She saw the scorn even as his gaze turned to look for other less pathetic, and more importantly paying customers. Nonononono!
"NEEDTHEMNOWPLEASE!"
And as her last tether on her emotions snapped, the air heated and Surge, true to her name, was wreathed in an azure halo as electric currents burst fourth from her form and all hell broke loose.
