The Funniest Things Happen in Chicago (locked for rude_not_ginger)

Feb 04, 2007 22:28

(I'm not sure how this relates to her current play with professor_w, so I'm going to say that this is 616B!Kitty. Her letter to Pete was never sent ( Read more... )

rp

Leave a comment

Comments 82

rude_not_ginger February 5 2007, 06:58:15 UTC
Aaaaaaand a rather tall, rather lanky-looking gentleman in a brown, pinstripe suit ran past her. And by ran, it was the literal sense, of course. His plimsoles padded against the ground as he took off down the street, running with a sense of purpose before turning down an alleyway.

Reply

enduring_pryde February 5 2007, 07:19:17 UTC
The man came out of no where. Literally. He was just there, and then he was past her. She blinked at him. He didn't look like someone on a jog, based on the way he was dressed. Wearing a suit while running? That wasn't very typical...well, it was a brown suit. That wasn't typical.

Curiosity kicked in and she started running after. And just not for curiosity, maybe the man needed help. And when a person needed assistance, she still felt that instant need to help.

Reply

rude_not_ginger February 5 2007, 07:21:25 UTC
Down the alley, faster, faster. The man grasped the side of a dumpster, pulling himself on top and grabbing onto a fire escape, lifting his lean frame up the ladder.

Halfway up, he paused, checking his watch. He swore in an odd language and then continued to climb, darting onto the fire escape and up the stairs.

Reply

enduring_pryde February 5 2007, 07:36:15 UTC
The man was quickening his pace now, but she continued to follow. "Do you need help?" she shouted as he was racing up that fire escape.

She didn't know why she was bothering, except for the fact that whatever this was, it was definitely more interesting than what she could have been doing on her day off. The highlight of her day would have been studying, something she normally enjoyed, but right now she was just too tired for it. She needed something unexpected.

And then she got just that. The man she was chasing mumbled something to himself, something in an language that she couldn't place. She knew only a handful of languages--thanks to her tensure with the X-Men she was fluent--but the words he spoke, they were unlike anything she knew.

Reply


Leave a comment

Up