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Good lord I'd forgotten how annoying teenagers can be.
Typical Monday lunchtime, David hangs around outside the Autumn Light Apartments, keeping a curious eye on the entrance to an often trafficked alleyway. A light wind blows along the road, pushing the neck length hair to one side of his face, despite the fact he pulls the occasional group of strands back and tucks them behind his ears. He squints as the sun comes out from a formation of clouds, sending a bright wave of light over New York.
Viva La Vie Boheme. Of course the Bohemian life is not one that Bella could tolerate at all. But this area is good for a few things. Like chickens. Live chickens. The last on her list of things to get before heading back to the Island. Her gaze slips towards the alleyway for a moment, narrowed in though behind dark glasses. She was just about to keep walking until she notices she isn't the only one watching the alley. Hm.
Dave pulls his gaze away from the popular mutant safe zone, crystallic grey eyes running sideways along the dirty pavements before focusing on the curvy form of Bella, returning her own gaze with a blank, if a little impertinent boggle. He didn’t stare, however, eyes rolling down to lock onto the floor in an action that might be considered submissive. He pouts a little, before throwing his hands onto his knees and leaning back onto a stretch of wall.
Bella lifts a brow as the boy turns to look at her. Whatever the expression in her eyes, it's still hidden behind her sunglasses but she does pause for just a moment to put down her bags and pull out a slip of paper. Her public persona is not going to be one of mutancy so she can't just walk up to him and demand to know why he's stalking the Sanctuary. So instead she'll pretend to be lost. She is from 'out of town' after all. "So if this is McLaughlin St, then Broadway has to be.."
Boy, was David the wrong person to try that trick on, neither did he look inclined to want to help some random stranger or even have anything past a basic knowledge of where he'd been hanging out. He glances up again, as she speaks, raising an eyebrow hidden through his dark locks. The teen doesn't say anything, the curious expression sinks as does he, lowering himself onto his bum and grafting his knees to his chest. He looks no more comfortable, a wasted effort.
Bella stares down at the piece of paper, then back up, chin lifted as she tries to gauge her location. Honestly she's just stalling for time, hoping that either the boy will slink into the alley if that's his intention or he'll walk away. A safe haven really isn't a safe haven if idiot children park themselves outside of it and draw undue attention.
Dave gazes up at Bella, still squinting. The teenager flicks his vision down to earth a moment before letting a grin poke through his features, "You know. If you could just move a little to the right, that'd be lovely." he says in his middle English accent, indicating the dark shadow cast behind the woman with a nod. "If you're gonna stand around, you might as well do something useful."
Jezabella. You're Jezabella. Jezabella! DON'T KILL THE BOY! Bella's mind is screaming at her, even as soft lips pull into a sweet smile chin tilting back down to regard the kid. "I hardly think that you're one to talk to others about doin' somethin' useful darlin'." A thick, Texan accent claims, brows arching over the rim of her glasses.
Dave pokes out a tongue, a careless effort to point out any lack of sincerity, "I don't have to do anything useful, I'm just here to look good." he uncrosses his arms and pushes out his legs, "Course, you could easily say the same, I suppose."
The urge to rip his tongue from his mouth and stuff it does his throat is suppress and exchanged for a soft laugh. "Of course. But if I'm only here to look good, atleast I have achieved my goal. You on the other hand." Sunglasses tilt down, unnaturally green eyes regarding the boy with disdain. "Are light years away from looking anything close to good."
That kills the smile, David goes back to looking a little cold again, "Well... Aren't you nice and friendly." he mumbles a little, pulling his legs back up to his chest, "Points for wit. Minuses for being a bitch." he hangs his head, picking the floor out once more.
"You were the one who decided to act like a jerk." Bella reminds, seeming unimpressed by his grumpiness. Try dealing with a grumpy, 70 year old Omega mutant for two years. You're tolerance level tends to increase pretty quickly. "Don't dish it out, darlin', if you can't suck it up."
Dave laughs a little, looking back up and throwing his head to one side, tossing hair out of his eyes again, "I'm not -that- sharp. Sorry." he releases a lung full of air upwards, hairs roll up before gently waving back into his face, "Broadway is that way." he offers a hand in the right direction, mostly through luck, "Probably good to get a second opinion. This is NY, mind."
Bella glances to the direction he points and nods before looking back to him. "Apology accepted." She reaches into a back pocket, searching for something. "So here's the deal, I have to buy some chickens today. They'll be in cages but I don't think I'll be able to carry both the cages and my bags. You walk me to my destination then help me with the cages, I'll pay you one hundred bucks. Half now, other half at the end?" She pulls out a fifty and holds it in his direction.
Warning lights go off in Davids head, a fight between shock and curiosity playing up on his features. The eyebrow lifts again and he gives Bella a careful look, "What're you trying to pull?" he asks, eyes rolling past her offer to trace over the alley once more, glance back to Bella, to the money. He pushes himself onto his feet, "You know I'd do it for less.." he tightens his lips together, "I see anything weird, I run."
Bella arches a brow. "If I were trying to pull something I'd be a little more subtle. You look like you're down on your luck, and I have too much money for my own good. I can always find someone else?" Her head tilts, as now she's forced to look up in order to look into his eyes. "As long as you don't run away with my chickens, that's fine."
Dave shrugs a little when she notes his current situation, 100 dollars was more than a days work. He nods seriously before a light smile tugs it's way in and he snickers a little, "I give my oath as a proficient asshole, I have no plans to be stealing any chickens." he puts the smile away and puts his hands in his pockets, generally avoiding whatever eye contact there is.
Typical Monday lunchtime, David hangs around outside the Autumn Light Apartments, keeping a curious eye on the entrance to an often trafficked alleyway. A light wind blows along the road, pushing the neck length hair to one side of his face, despite the fact he pulls the occasional group of strands back and tucks them behind his ears. He squints as the sun comes out from a formation of clouds, sending a bright wave of light over New York.
Viva La Vie Boheme. Of course the Bohemian life is not one that Bella could tolerate at all. But this area is good for a few things. Like chickens. Live chickens. The last on her list of things to get before heading back to the Island. Her gaze slips towards the alleyway for a moment, narrowed in though behind dark glasses. She was just about to keep walking until she notices she isn't the only one watching the alley. Hm.
Dave pulls his gaze away from the popular mutant safe zone, crystallic grey eyes running sideways along the dirty pavements before focusing on the curvy form of Bella, returning her own gaze with a blank, if a little impertinent boggle. He didn’t stare, however, eyes rolling down to lock onto the floor in an action that might be considered submissive. He pouts a little, before throwing his hands onto his knees and leaning back onto a stretch of wall.
Bella lifts a brow as the boy turns to look at her. Whatever the expression in her eyes, it's still hidden behind her sunglasses but she does pause for just a moment to put down her bags and pull out a slip of paper. Her public persona is not going to be one of mutancy so she can't just walk up to him and demand to know why he's stalking the Sanctuary. So instead she'll pretend to be lost. She is from 'out of town' after all. "So if this is McLaughlin St, then Broadway has to be.."
Boy, was David the wrong person to try that trick on, neither did he look inclined to want to help some random stranger or even have anything past a basic knowledge of where he'd been hanging out. He glances up again, as she speaks, raising an eyebrow hidden through his dark locks. The teen doesn't say anything, the curious expression sinks as does he, lowering himself onto his bum and grafting his knees to his chest. He looks no more comfortable, a wasted effort.
Bella stares down at the piece of paper, then back up, chin lifted as she tries to gauge her location. Honestly she's just stalling for time, hoping that either the boy will slink into the alley if that's his intention or he'll walk away. A safe haven really isn't a safe haven if idiot children park themselves outside of it and draw undue attention.
Dave gazes up at Bella, still squinting. The teenager flicks his vision down to earth a moment before letting a grin poke through his features, "You know. If you could just move a little to the right, that'd be lovely." he says in his middle English accent, indicating the dark shadow cast behind the woman with a nod. "If you're gonna stand around, you might as well do something useful."
Jezabella. You're Jezabella. Jezabella! DON'T KILL THE BOY! Bella's mind is screaming at her, even as soft lips pull into a sweet smile chin tilting back down to regard the kid. "I hardly think that you're one to talk to others about doin' somethin' useful darlin'." A thick, Texan accent claims, brows arching over the rim of her glasses.
Dave pokes out a tongue, a careless effort to point out any lack of sincerity, "I don't have to do anything useful, I'm just here to look good." he uncrosses his arms and pushes out his legs, "Course, you could easily say the same, I suppose."
The urge to rip his tongue from his mouth and stuff it does his throat is suppress and exchanged for a soft laugh. "Of course. But if I'm only here to look good, atleast I have achieved my goal. You on the other hand." Sunglasses tilt down, unnaturally green eyes regarding the boy with disdain. "Are light years away from looking anything close to good."
That kills the smile, David goes back to looking a little cold again, "Well... Aren't you nice and friendly." he mumbles a little, pulling his legs back up to his chest, "Points for wit. Minuses for being a bitch." he hangs his head, picking the floor out once more.
"You were the one who decided to act like a jerk." Bella reminds, seeming unimpressed by his grumpiness. Try dealing with a grumpy, 70 year old Omega mutant for two years. You're tolerance level tends to increase pretty quickly. "Don't dish it out, darlin', if you can't suck it up."
Dave laughs a little, looking back up and throwing his head to one side, tossing hair out of his eyes again, "I'm not -that- sharp. Sorry." he releases a lung full of air upwards, hairs roll up before gently waving back into his face, "Broadway is that way." he offers a hand in the right direction, mostly through luck, "Probably good to get a second opinion. This is NY, mind."
Bella glances to the direction he points and nods before looking back to him. "Apology accepted." She reaches into a back pocket, searching for something. "So here's the deal, I have to buy some chickens today. They'll be in cages but I don't think I'll be able to carry both the cages and my bags. You walk me to my destination then help me with the cages, I'll pay you one hundred bucks. Half now, other half at the end?" She pulls out a fifty and holds it in his direction.
Warning lights go off in Davids head, a fight between shock and curiosity playing up on his features. The eyebrow lifts again and he gives Bella a careful look, "What're you trying to pull?" he asks, eyes rolling past her offer to trace over the alley once more, glance back to Bella, to the money. He pushes himself onto his feet, "You know I'd do it for less.." he tightens his lips together, "I see anything weird, I run."
Bella arches a brow. "If I were trying to pull something I'd be a little more subtle. You look like you're down on your luck, and I have too much money for my own good. I can always find someone else?" Her head tilts, as now she's forced to look up in order to look into his eyes. "As long as you don't run away with my chickens, that's fine."
Dave shrugs a little when she notes his current situation, 100 dollars was more than a days work. He nods seriously before a light smile tugs it's way in and he snickers a little, "I give my oath as a proficient asshole, I have no plans to be stealing any chickens." he puts the smile away and puts his hands in his pockets, generally avoiding whatever eye contact there is.