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Post by dakota on Jul 21, 2006 21:49:30 GMT -5
Kristian pulled the collar of his uniform before running his fingers through his deadlocks. He plucked another fry from his lunch as he looked acrossed the picnic table at Sierra. Though he looked like any other local, but when he opened his mouth, it was obvious he was Jamacian. " Look sista, all I'm sayin you can crash, I wasn't tryin anyting funny. It's not like you've got anywhere's betta to go. and I got a spare room you can have."
He smirked, and took a gulp of his soda. " Besides, den you can find me to fix dat jalopy of yours when it breaks down again." He snickered, refering to how they had first met when he had stopped while on duty for the local ambulance service and helped to fix her when she had broke down on the freeway a week earlier. " You can't live outta da backseat forever."
He looked out over the beach. " Besides, having someone I don't have to worry bout hiding that I tun into a big chunk of rock might be nice." He looked back with a grin.
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Post by shiivster on Jul 21, 2006 22:31:10 GMT -5
*looks up .. her own green eyes dancing about as the grin grows* 'you know ... that sounds wonderful. i was lucky the other night ... soemthing was near the car in the park the other night .. not to mention you got a killer smile ... err .. there's ... '
*stutters to a stop as the cheeks go red and the mouth is covered to hide the grin that grows quickly there as well .. and then with tears in the eyes from the held back laughter comments amid gasps 'a couch to flake out on would be lovely .. as would a shower .. and a hot meal. makes it easy for me as well .. i think i'm about to start flaking .. i do if i dont have a shower about once every .. well ... or i can even try cooking and cleaning for you so you don't have to .. well .. ... *shrugs, now at a loss of what to say*
'i do make a mean tuna noodle casserole .. and my angel food cakes are to .. they really melt in the mouth ... and did i say i just love the sound of the accent in your voice? .. seriously .. its so .. musical '
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Post by dakota on Jul 22, 2006 5:41:47 GMT -5
Kristian grinned. " Now who's flirting?" He looked at his watch. " I gotta be gettin' back to work. Go on ova and make yourself comfortable." He reached in his pocket an pulled out a set of keys. " Here, I've got spares in my locker. " He stood up. " I'll take you up on dat supper offer though. I get off at seven. Layta."
As he walked away, he looked back, " Oh, and don't pay any attention to da neighbors. Bunch of college kids so they gets rowdy sometimes."
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Post by shiivster on Jul 22, 2006 16:14:46 GMT -5
'later ... ' *catching up the keys and bounces them to the other hand with a smooth gracefulness. 'i'll have dinner ready then '
*the grin widens as she watches him walk away and then stands up. the plan - get the groceries first then make the meal and dessert. 'guess i'll have to get some of those Tupperware things as well .. to store the excess.'
*goes through the list in the mind of what she'll need and the greens for the fresh salad. THAT she knows how to make smaller portions of. 'hope he don't think i'm trying to fatten him up or something .. just haven't figured out how to cook for one yet .. '
*moving to the car, decides its better off to park near his place first and then walk to the store. and so .. heads over after coaxing the stubborn old thing to start.
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Post by dakota on Jul 23, 2006 23:42:44 GMT -5
For a change, the car co-operates before backfiring and stalling as Sierra parked it. From the front steps of a building acrossed the street, a bunch of teens stopped their game of baketball to point and laugh. A few catcalls echoed as she got out of the car and they returned to the game. Sierra could feel that as some of them watched, most of them were more than what they appeared to be.
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Post by shiivster on Jul 24, 2006 1:16:17 GMT -5
*acts like nothing is wrong as she takes her pack out of the trunk area of the small scoot that should be shot. taking the pack and the briefcase, calls out 'ooo .. nice shot .. can you point out the way to the nearest corner store please?'
*an innocent smile on the face as her skin seens to crawl a little with the powers she senses. upon recieving the answer smiles and waves 'thanks'
*making her way to Kristien's apartment .. uses the key to unlock the door and then enters .. humming to herself as she closes and locks it behind her. 'now for the list ... *and then tries to move out of the range of the basketball players so as not to sense their powers again.
*deciding to grab a fast shower first, changes into the bodysuit and grabs and slips the suit on over top. 'no sense in attracting the attentions of the wrong people i guess. *then grabbing her debit card, heads out to do her shopping after checking to see WHAT kristien has for cooking pans.
'okay .. maybe a lemon cake instead of the angel food .. yeah .. that will work .. and by the fact of the small loaf pans .. i can cook and freeze a bunch at a time .. ' *smiles as she slips into her sneakers and ruining the look of sophistication. heads out to shop and get an idea of what is where in the neighbourhood.
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Post by dakota on Jul 24, 2006 10:33:33 GMT -5
Kristian didn't have much in his kitchen, but there were a few pans. In the hallway Sierra could sense a few more metas in the building. The neighborhood was nothing special, mostly low rent housing with a fairly well kept playground, a newsstand and the family grocery store. A nervous looking shopkeeper eyeballed her as she entered, but split his attention between her and a couple kids near the coolers that looked to be up to something.
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Post by shiivster on Jul 24, 2006 14:42:21 GMT -5
*moving along and picking up a couple of tins of this, others of that a couple of boxes of pasta and then of some tuna, moves to the counter 'just hold on to this .. i'm not quite finished .. thanks'
*smiles at the shop keeper and heads off down another aisle set of cupboards, still grabbing whats needed for the dinner. flour, sugar and the other things needed. after making about 2 more trips to drop things off and comments 'oh darn .. milk and eggs .. hold on .. '
*moving to the coolers pauses to look at what the two teens were doing .. 'well since your there, could you hand me some eggs and milk please? .. i don't want to keep the guy at the counter waiting ... got dinner to make and stuff like that .. baking of cakes and cookies .. ' *then waits patiently for them to either move or to hand her the things.
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Post by dakota on Jul 25, 2006 0:06:59 GMT -5
The two kids look up and one of them opens the cooler and passes a carton of milk and a dozen eggs. " Here you go lady." The kid said, but it wasn't his reply that grabbed Sierra's attention, it was the hand grip of the automatic pistol tucked in his waistband. " I'd get out of here if I were you." The kid cautioned her.
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Post by shiivster on Jul 25, 2006 3:12:47 GMT -5
*frowns at the kid and looks at the eggs and then back up again, before commenting quietly to the 2 kids* 'is it really gonna be worth it? .. for what? cash? .. entrance into a gang? if it was me, i'ld offer you fifty bucks to walk out the door and leave it .. but i'm not you .. '
*then turning the back on them, makes her way to the till and comments 'hey i'll need an extra fifty on top of that .. and can i use your phone to call a taxi? .. '
*waiting patiently, tries to think of how to word the call she's about to make to 911. as she dials the number and then waits for the ringing phone to be answered. turning so she can look out the window, she observes whats happening outside and then the call is answered. *in response to the inquiry of 'please state the nature of this emergency?' she calmly replies with " yeah, can i please get a ride at *gives the name of the shop* oh? .. because my car is 'shot'. so how soon will my ride be? .. about five minutes? .. cool. i'll be waiting then. oh and have a nice day too' *frantically whispers 'help .. robbery in progress' *then makes it look like she's hung up the phone.
*speaking so that the listener on the phone can here 'so mister .. what do you think of the cabbies here? .. they prompt or late usually? yeah an extra fifty would be great .. wow .. that much of a sale huh? .. hope everything goes well then. oh right .. my turn now .. ' *then starts pushing the buttons to get the purchase paid for.
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Post by dakota on Jul 26, 2006 0:14:30 GMT -5
The kids look at Sierra like she's nuts. The shopkeeper kept looking at the kids as he started to ring her order in. " Cabbies aren't too bad here..." His voice trailed as he saw the number on the display. " he looked at Sierra before his eyes shifted to the kids and he reached for something beneath the counter. At the same time, the kids started towards the counter.
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Post by shiivster on Jul 26, 2006 0:47:17 GMT -5
*pushes the buttons calmly .. acting as if nothing is wrong .. glad that her hands are covered just now and keaving no prints. Keeping eye contact with the store clerk comments quielty .. still playing the dumb kid 'so the cabbies are prompt? they dont overshoot the target? thats good. i remember once in *states small town* we had stopped in the town to do a ... oh for .. i hit cancel at the end .. sorry. i gotta stop trying to talk when i'm working this card thingee'
*trying hard to sound like a dense person just now. unsure if the police are still listening or even on the way, has to delay whatever happens long enough for soemthing to happen* 'so, are there any parks nearby? .. you know, i really like the park clowns. they juggle things .. swallow fire .. things like that. i think its so cool.
*then stops talking again .. to do all the button pushing once again, and hands the thing back and waits for it to finish its business*
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Post by dakota on Jul 26, 2006 20:41:13 GMT -5
The 911 operator on the other end of the line calmly replied. " Ma'am, I'm not sure what's going on there, but I'm sending a patrol car right now. I want you to stay on the line."
At the same time, the two kids rushed the counter, one of them leaping over and knocking the clerk over before he could bring up the shotgun he'd been reaching for. The other kid wavered the gun at Sierra and held his other hand up to his face, his finger over his mouth to tell her he wanted her to be quiet.
The operator heard the commotion. " Ma'am, what's going on there?"
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Post by shiivster on Jul 27, 2006 0:42:33 GMT -5
*the eyes go wide at the violence .. and then wider still at the sight of the gun in her face now ... and stutters to a stop .. the phone in hand ... then it slips from the seemingly numb fingers, to clank on the floor behind the counter.
' .... ' *then shows both palms to the boys .. and winces as the man is struck ... recalling how others have reacted to this type of thing .. she copies them ... the face going pale now and gulps once
...o0( how much will it sting if he shoots me? .. will it bounce off me?) and other assorted thoughts along that train happen as she watches the shaking hand with the gun. Then looking at the other boy .. she gets an idea of what he looks like and what he's wearing .. and then does the same for the first one.
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Post by dakota on Jul 27, 2006 23:48:13 GMT -5
The kid behind the counter curses as he spots the call display as he popped open the register. " She called the cops. Waste her, man!"
The kid with the gun tried to steady it and cocked the hammer. " YOu should have left when we told you to."
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