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Post by Maia Veronna on Jul 11, 2011 10:37:12 GMT -5
(Maia checked the bandage *poke poke*)
“I know a place that isn’t to far from here.” She gave him a slightly uneasy smile, his sudden change in shade giving away part of his thoughts. “Sorry the shirt isn’t that great. Not many men stick around here, the few I have are all pretty much like that.” She shifted from foot to foot. As his color changed again she gave a sigh of relief.
Julian tossed everything away and looked over at Maia. “Not to late, Maia, you promised to help me with the children tomorrow.” Her tone was motherly, making Maia crack another smile.
“I won’t be gone long. I’m sure he’s to wore out for me to bother long.” She looked at Alistair and flashed a teasing grin. “If you’re ready I just got to grab a jacket then we can go. And you can change your mind at any time.” She then suddenly offered in case she was pressing her luck to much.
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Post by Alistair Price on Jul 12, 2011 12:34:52 GMT -5
(OOC: Fixed)
Alistair was glad to hear that the place wasn't far--he didn't much feel like walking too long of a distance. He noticed a sudden change in the girl's expression while she was looking at him. She seemed maybe a little nervous or something, which made Price raise one eyebrow just a tad.
“Sorry the shirt isn’t that great. Not many men stick around here, the few I have are all pretty much like that.”
Alistair gave her a smile. "No, it's fine." He said simply. ~Sweet kid.~[/color]
“Not too late, Maia, you promised to help me with the children tomorrow.” The nun's words caught Alistair's interest. He assumed the aforementioned children were orphans taken care of by the convent, but did Maia have something to do with this place besides Julian? Was Maia some sort of "nun in training"? She didn't look like the type, but looks can be deceiving. Then again, it was more likely she volunteered on her free time. Alistair chose to assume the latter, and then gave Maia his full attention.
“If you’re ready I just got to grab a jacket then we can go. And you can change your mind at any time.”
"I'm ready when you are." He replied pleasantly, ready to follow her.
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Post by Maia Veronna on Jul 13, 2011 13:51:35 GMT -5
Maia nodded and led Alistair into the main lobby again. She made a quick dart into a side room and returned, pulling a brown leather jacket over her white tee shirt. She started for the door, giving a small wave to Julian as they left. She stepped outside, a cool wind hitting her. Even during the summer, the storms could drop the temperature just enough to annoy you.
“You sure you’re up for this?” She gave him a side look. “I bet your hurting like crazy.”
She twisted a button on her jacket before adding more, in case he wanted to change his mind. “Like Julian said, I have to be back early to help with the kids anyway, so we won’t be gone long. Once a week we take the kids somewhere; a park, museum, you know somewhere other than these walls.” She nodded back to the building.
“It might not seem like a lot to most people, but to them its everything. I remember the first time I got to go on one of the trips. We went to a play,” she smiled to herself, “it was an amateur version of cats. For a week after I wanted to be an actress.” She struck a pose and laughed a little. “But of course back than I wanted to be everything… I finally settled for a lawyer when I realized queen of the world wasn’t going to happen anytime soon… What did you want to be as a kid?”
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Post by Alistair Price on Jul 14, 2011 1:05:40 GMT -5
The young-looking mutant followed Maia out into the lobby, giving Julian a slight bow before leaving the previous room. He stopped out in the hall and waited for his companion as she fetched a jacket. ~Funny, I didn't think it was that cold.~[/color] Alistair thought to himself. ~And I'm practically cold-blooded.~ He added, and then went outside with Maia, into a cooler temperature than he recalled. He quickly wrapped his arms around himself, now happy to be wearing the warm flannel. ~Okay... That's unpleasant.~
Alistair's eyes moved to Maia again when she started asking, yet again, if he was up to getting a drink. He just smiled and shook his head a bit. "I'll be fine. Like I told your mum: I heal quickly." He replied with a one sided smile.
It was true that Alistair's healing abilities far surpassed an ordinary human's, but that didn't stop him from hurting. Even so, he wasn't about to let on that his shoulder was killing; he wanted to get to know this strange and somewhat heroic girl.
Maia went on to talk about the kids in the convent, and then her own childhood behind those thick walls. Alistair could only imagine what that must have been like. Price grew up in a nice home with two loving and responsible parents, and a brother who, well, shan't be mentioned further.
Alistair grinned modestly when Maia talked about wanting to be an actress as a kid, and queen of the word. ~I guess she was just always cute.~[/color] He thought, and then came the question he always seemed to have trouble answering. "What did you want to be as a kid?” Price scoffed, and then answered: "An only child." The words went from his mind to his mouth before he could stop them. ~Oh...crap. Great, now what's she gonna think of me?~ Alistair mentally rolled his eyes at himself for his blunder. "Well, I did want to be a professional fighter for a while." He spat out quickly, trying to cover up for what he'd said only seconds ago.
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Post by Maia Veronna on Jul 16, 2011 21:17:23 GMT -5
Maia gave him a questioning smile. "A fighter, huh? I just may take you up on your offer for teaching me.” She then added. She gave a small shrug and added something more. “I can understand wanting to be an only child. I mean, it wasn’t the same for me, but it kind of was. I grew up with nearly forty kids around me, even though we weren’t related it still sucked when you wanted attention or had to share.”
She walked quietly for a moment then looked over at him. “So… how many siblings are you trying to avoid?” She asked, trying to put a lighter side to what he had said… and still get information on him. Something about him was drawing her in, she wanted to learn more about this shady, mystery man.
“The coffee place is over here.” She added before he could reply. She skipped forward and opened the door for him, giving a dramatic bow and extended her arm to let him in before her.
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Post by Alistair Price on Jul 16, 2011 21:56:57 GMT -5
Alistair flashed a smile at Maia when she commented on him wanting to be a pro fighter. Actually, Price had been a professional fighter for a short time, but when people found out he was a mutant they had him banned. It didn't matter that he never used his powers during a match, they couldn't have somebody with his level of strength competing against humans. Not to mention he could heal at least three times faster than everybody he fought, giving him a rather unfair advantage, and he had no control over that power. Thinking back on the day his sensei told him they were going to ban him from competing brought a frown to his once cheerful face.
“So… how many siblings are you trying to avoid?"
~Just the one.~ He thought to himself as the image of a half alligator man exposing its teeth flashed in his mind. His thought was fortunately interrupted by Maia announcing the position of the shop they were heading toward.
Alistair stopped and watched Maia open the door with a bit of a flourish. He gave a chuckle, and then walked in. "Yeah, you definitely should have been on stage." He said playfully.
The mutant walked a little deeper into the room, closely examining everyone. It was a strange habit he had developed over the years, probably one part paranoia, part lizard survival instinct, and the rest was probably just his vigilante self looking out for enemies. ~Maybe I should start wearing a mask... Nah. Bloody things mess with my peripheral vision.~
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Post by Maia Veronna on Jul 18, 2011 8:18:15 GMT -5
Maia gave a soft chuckle and shrugged. “You never know, I may hit Broadway some day.” She gave another joking smile, allowing his lack of an answer pass, and walked into the store herself. The restaurant was small, but in a cozy way. The walls were a pale green with hits of a darker green pattern running through it. The booths and tables were a light pine wood shade, covered with a light yellow cloth. It was a clearly out dated place, but it had an odd sense of home meshed into the air.
“You can have a seat.” She offered. “I’ll run up and tell them what we want… oh, err, what exactly do you want?” She laughed. She scooped up a menu off an empty table close by. She offered it to him. “Pick anything, this is my treat. You saved my big mouth and I want to thank you…. I know I’m getting coffee and blueberry cobbler.”
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Post by Alistair Price on Jul 18, 2011 9:49:08 GMT -5
As Alistair glanced around at the green walls and pine seats he felt just a bit nostalgic. This place reminded him of a little joint he used to frequent down in Florida. The mutant grinned softly, his attention moving to Maia again when she spoke up. She offered to run their order up to the counter, but she quickly realized she hadn't even asked what Price wanted. Alistair's grin went cockeyed and he raised one eyebrow. ~She's a funny thing, isn't she?~[/color]
“Pick anything, this is my treat. You saved my big mouth and I want to thank you…. I know I’m getting coffee and blueberry cobbler.”
"A cup of tea will do me fine." He replied softly, and then went ahead to find a table as she had suggested. He chose a little booth in the corner opposite of the entrance so he could have a good view of the room. There weren't too many people about, but it was getting pretty late. There was a middle-aged man a few booths in front of the blonde mutant, probably right around Alistair's age, but unlike Mr. Price this man actually looked like he was in his 40s. Across the room was a lone girl, who probably should have been tucked away safe in bed at this hour. She was a tiny thing, skinny and probably no taller than 5'1". She was dressed up in a pair of black leather-like pants and an odd purple top that fell about half way down her thighs. She was wearing far too much make-up for a young teen, at least in Alistair's opinion. The way she kept looking over to the door and wiggling her foot kind of made it seem like she was waiting for somebody.
Alistair shook his head and turned away from the teenager. ~If I were a betting man I'd put twenty down on her getting herself into trouble tonight.~ He thought to himself. He figured she was probably waiting for some badboy that mum & dad didn't approve of, or perhaps an older guy who had no business with such a young girl. Then it hit him. He was doing just that, wasn't he? Sure, he didn't look to be fifteen years Maia's elder, but he was. When he went off to college he was blaring Billy Idol and The Ramones, meanwhile Maia was probably playing with her dollies. ~Oh, bloody hell.~[/color] Alistair sighed and leaned back as much as the booth would allow. ~Hey, who says this has to turn into something romantic? I've had my share of female friends, haven't I? Yeah... Friends...~
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Post by Maia Veronna on Jul 20, 2011 19:06:52 GMT -5
(sorry it took so long to post today, had to take my moms dog to the vet, just got home)
Maia nodded and headed for the counter. She quickly placed their order and decided to wait instead of having it brought out to them. She needed a moment to think. This man was something else. She wasn’t sure how to take him. She could already tell not to push the topic about his family, but there was so much she wanted to know. She wasn’t going to exactly admit it, but she was somewhat smitten by him. The flashes of green his aura carried intrigued her, the small glimpses of his past enlightened her to learn more, even his odd reactions to being in a public place caught her attention.
She gave a sideways glance around the room. A man, mid forties or so, lit up with a faint white, complete relaxation. A young girl sat at the other end of the room, her own color blaring like a fog horn. The dark yellow and brown showed her nervousness and anxiety. Maia shook her head, as long as there was no threat she was going to leave her good doing big mouth closed.
Maia looked at Alistair, the flakes of green still danced around him as he peered around the room. His shade changed several times as she watched him. Something in his colors showed he had just suddenly discovered something about himself, shrugged it off, and was now back to normal.
She gave the cashier a smile and took their coffee, tea, and cobbler as it arrived. She scuttled back to the booth, passing the young girl in the process. She sat his tea down in front of him and had a seat herself. “I eat all the time.” She commented as she poked the cobbler with her fork, making a cloud of sweet scented steam floating up toward them.
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Post by Alistair Price on Jul 20, 2011 22:05:28 GMT -5
Alistair sat quietly at the table, his attention on Maia. She was standing up at the counter waiting for their order rather than sitting and having someone bring it to them. The blonde mutant gave her a quick look up and down, being sure not to show any change of expression in case she happened to turn about. She was a comely bird, wasn't she? Price hadn't really taken the time to notice before, he was a bit preoccupied with either saving lives or the intense pain in his shoulder. Speaking of which, it felt like the wound was already trying to heal. With some luck he would be right as rain before tomorrow morning.
After a moment Maia started walking to the table, their order in her hands. Alistair gave her a modest smile as she approached. "Thanks." He said kindly while taking the cup of tea in his hands. He blew on the drink a little before testing it, just barely allowing the tea to touch his upper lip. He quickly but carefully moved the drink away from his mouth; it was too hot for his liking. The mutant's eyes moved to his female companion again as she got ready to eat her food.
“I eat all the time.” Alistair smirked crookedly and slightly elevated one eyebrow at her statement. ~Yeah right.~[/color] He thought to himself. "Oh, I'm sure. Your catwalk worthy figure and little hands just scream 'I love eating pie all day'." Price said in a half-joking manner. "Or maybe your real super power is body weight control."
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Post by Maia Veronna on Jul 22, 2011 17:07:01 GMT -5
“Me? On the cat walk?” She asked, her face flushing with pleased embarrassment. She lifted her shirt tail just enough to show her belly button and gave her stomach a few taps. “Hmm, I may no jiggle, but I’m nowhere near a model.”
She scooped up a spoon full of blackberries and the stick syrup they floated in. “And I really could eat pie all day.” She said, shoving the mouth full past her lips. She gave a closed mouth grin, a drop of juice on her lower lip. She quickly chewed it and shrugged. “I’ve never been a salad and an oh no, my girly figure type.” She said in a high squeaky girly girl type.
She looked up at him, giving him a quick studying glance. “So… what kind of food do you like? I bet you’re the meat and cheese type. The normal manly food.” She joked.
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Post by Alistair Price on Jul 23, 2011 19:17:29 GMT -5
Mr. Price unintentionally tilted his head just a tad to the left and raised his right eyebrow just slightly above his left upon seeing Maia lift her shirt. The mutant's heart sped up slightly at the sight of her skin, however little it may have been. There was no denying it--Alistair had an attraction to this girl. ~Bugger.~[/color]
Alistair honestly wished he could ignore these thoughts, but he was finding them a bit hard to fight. At any rate, he made sure to turn his expression blank as soon as Maia's shirt went back down. He couldn't believe he had let his attraction show, even a little. ~You'd better hope she didn't catch that.~[/color] He thought to himself.
The mutant gave a smile when she stated that she could, in fact, eat pie all day. ~Interesting girl.~[/color] He thought as she went on to talk about how she had never been much of a girly girl. Yet, from Alistair's point of view, she certainly retained her femininity well.
“So… what kind of food do you like? I bet you’re the meat and cheese type. The normal manly food.”
"Oh yeah. Nothin' better than a good sandwich. Get some sharp cheddar, roast beef, smoked turkey, and some cooked ham on an eight-teen inch Italian loaf...and you've got one beautiful meal." The platinum blonde said with a slightly cockeyed grin. "So, Maia, mind if I ask what it is you do exactly? I don't really figure you for the nun-in-training type."
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Post by Maia Veronna on Jul 25, 2011 10:28:08 GMT -5
Maia snapped out of slight day dream as he spoke. She had been watching his colors, trying to analyze what the new shade had meant. “Oh, I’m a lawyer in training.” She said with a smile.
“I’ve been working with a law firm that specializes in mutant and masked vigilantly rights. Mostly we take cases of the poor heroes whose lives are being turned upside down by this stupid law.” She shook her head sadly. “Its pathetic, really. Someone spends their lives protecting this ungrateful world only to one morning be outdid and the next morning have your home vandalized.” She sneered the words, than took a deep breath. There was no use getting mad about the things she couldn’t change at the moment.
She gave him a quick, soft smile. “I love my job, don’t get me wrong. But I think there’s more we can do than just argue in a courtroom.” She shrugged and took another bite of food. “What about you? What do you do? Other than saving random big mouths.”
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Post by Alistair Price on Jul 25, 2011 22:23:08 GMT -5
Maia's answer caused the left corner of Alistair's mouth to curve slightly, his lower jaw just barely down, creating a small opening as he let out a little "huh" noise. As she went on to talk about the firm she worked for and what they did, a faint scowl came upon the Englishman's face. It seemed that there were still quite a few people who didn't care for his kind--vigilantes; mutant or otherwise. He knew this already just from being on the streets and trying to do some good wherever he could, but he hadn't realized it was this bad. Did the vigilantes really need their own law firm now? ~Bollocks.~[/color] Just what was this country coming to? Perhaps it was time to grab a jet back to England and rid himself of this mess.
Maia's demeanor changed while talking about her feelings toward the old Acts, making it very clear that she thought it all entirely deplorable. Alistair couldn't have agreed more. In fact, he agreed so much that he had risked life in the rebellion against those Acts to see that they were done away with. But now, to hear that some were still trying to use those old laws as means of persecuting mutants and vigilantes, well, it was just about all Basilisk could stand. ~Bloody wankers.~[/color] He thought in regard to those who would rather see his type locked away instead of patrolling the city.
The young woman calmed herself after a moment, and clarified that she did like her job, but it also frustrated her at times. At least, that was Alistair's interpretation. Maia then asked Mr. Price what it was he did aside from saving "big mouths". Alistair grinned and gave a light chuckle. "Well, I'm actually in the business of private protection. Body guard type stuff mostly, but every now and then I get a gig workin' security detail at some fancy joint for a few nights, or maybe guarding house for a while." He tried not to go into too much detail--he didn't want to bore her.
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Post by Maia Veronna on Jul 26, 2011 10:39:00 GMT -5
“A body guard?” She said with a large grin on her face. “Have you protected anyone famous?” She asked, her interest showing through her attempt to be calm. She lightly poked at a glob of cobbler as she waited on his answer. She quickly turned and looked at the door when a bright shine of grey, black, and dark blue came into her vision. A man, seemingly in his mid-twenties strolled through the door, walking toward the girl that had been waiting on the other end of the café.
Maia, despite knowing she might get caught staring, watched the man. He was only a few inches away from six foot. His dark hair and black leather outfit matched the sparks of colors his body was giving off. His eyes were blood shot, though if by drugs or lack of sleep Maia didn’t know or care to know. The man slouched down into the chair in front of the girl.
Maia didn’t see the girl’s reaction, so if the man was welcomed or hated she didn’t know. The flicker of color showed something was off about the man, but it didn’t feel dangerous… just off. She shook her head, clearing her thoughts and looked back at Alistair. Did he notice her totally space out or did he ignore it like most others do?
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