Tiff Baumer
Impact Manipulation[M:0]
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Post by Tiff Baumer on Jun 4, 2009 2:02:22 GMT -5
///// Tiff Baumer toronto, canada chapter one: ripples
Looking around, heart thumping loudly in her chest, Tiff was at home. Loud neon goggles had been pulled up over her scalp to reveal her eyes, the elastic band pulling her voluminous hair to her scalp near the front. It only made it fluff out more around the edges. Several colorful bands around her wrists and biceps hugged at the toned muscles of her arms, and she seemed a bit wet with sweat in the club after taking her time on the decks.
She had done a bit of a versus number with another DJ she had met over the internet, someone who had developed a mutual, peer-like 'fan of your work' relationship with... but this wasn't just her show tonight. It often wasn't. She favored events where a number of DJs would play. She liked to listen to others as much as she enjoyed running her own show.
As she made her way through the crowd, she caught sight of someone she had briefly met before. Earlier, before the show... but she had met him so briefly that there was no real chance to truly be introduced. It was sort of "Hi, this is so-and-so"... and she found it amusing that she didn't remember his name. She did remember that she found him intriguing though. Something in the way he carried himself seemed to set him apart, and with the rest of the night to mingle and relax, she wanted to do just that.
After all, she had a great deal on her mind, now, and needed all the distraction she could get.
Pulling the plastic cup to her lips, she took another heavy swig of the Canadian beer that had been bought for her by a friend, and gave the guy a nod, "Hey, big dude! What's up?" she approached with a friendly grin, "What did you think of the show?" she went on to ask, "I can take criticism," she struck her chest with her fist, "I'm a tough chick."
Although she seemed to be playing humble, she definitely seemed like someone who was proud of her work.
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Post by Lucas Janzen on Jun 4, 2009 16:25:16 GMT -5
A small maroon coupe pulled into the parking lot earlier that night, grinding to a stop just as tiny raindrops flecked the asphalt on the ground. Either door opened almost exactly in synch, but a pair of legs swung out from the passenger's side earlier, causing brown-and-tan high tops to plummet onto the pavement. The cuffs of baggy, deep brown button-fly cargo pants pooled considerably at his ankles, and a studded brown leather belt tied them in place. His hair was spiked and tipped with blonde, making the best of the recent haircut for which he cared little, and black fingerless gloves buckling onto his wrists. His shirt, an otherwise normal tank top, was perhaps the most notable article of clothing. It was white, cotton, but at random were strewn many strips of semi-reflective, electric blue fabric tape. Oddly, Lucas felt had an excuse to wear that shirt. He didn't imagine many people at that club would be dressed very normally, so he was probably in the clear. He just wished he'd checked the weather forecast before deciding to go sleeveless that night... Fired up by the featured act that night at the club, Lucas' pace toward the club was fast and unstoppable-- so much so that Shane, his ride to the place, faced the burden to catch up. While the other man struggled to catch up with Lucas, it seemed he tried to crack his friend's determination to reach the place. "Lucas, wait up!" The meaning of those words mostly fell on dead ground. There were at least a few cars between them, but Shane needed to let his passenger know his plan. "Look, I'm leaving at eleven," he said once he saw Lucas turn his way, giving the slightest hint he was paying attention. "You'll need some way to get back." Would Lucas listen? He was almost at the entrance... "Yeah, whatever." --- Under his breath, Lucas grumbled. Where had Shane run off to? His only way out of the place was nowhere to be seen, and Lucas was feeling pretty steamed. It just wasn't like him to disappear without explanation! What a pity. It wasn't like he intended to go home soon, but it would at least be nice to know he could leave if he wanted. Closure, maybe? Hard to tell. At least the night was a blast, however. He'd seen the great performances and gotten to meet a few who'd been on the stage, and altogether taken in the club's atmosphere in every enjoyable way; meaning, yes, he got to talk to a cute guy or two on the dancefloor. Could he let Shane's unexplained absence ruin the whole thing, though? Knowing Lucas, probably. He was starting to feel tense, bordering on worry... ...And then, just as his errant search of his nearby surroundings departed in time for him to take a sip from his can of lemon-lime AuraFiz, someone spoke to him. A woman, but the very same who was on stage sometime back. The one with wild, springy hair and goggles. Oh, however did she look like a fun sort, Lucas immediately perceived. It looked like she had no great shortage of ego, however. Nothing wrong with that, right? Maybe there was-- Lucas wasn't in his best mood, truthfully speaking. "Not gonna lie, it was pretty epic." He nodded as he looked to the shorter woman, "But I dunno, coulda put more feeling into it...or whatever." Following with a shrug of his shoulders, the opinion he shared could honestly have been more...well, honest. He was mainly just saying what would've been said to anyone at all, without caring much about consequences. It was pretty obvious he was distracted, though. He was only looking around the crowd every two seconds or so.
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Tiff Baumer
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Post by Tiff Baumer on Jun 7, 2009 13:45:05 GMT -5
///// Tiff Baumer toronto, canada chapter one: ripples
...coulda put more feeling into it... ?
The words echoed in Tiff's mind for a moment, and she quietly took another swig of her beer, licking a bit of it's froth from her lip as she thought about it. She'd been avoiding this all night-- a show gave her that luxury, but now it had come around anyway. The scene replaying in her mind, remembering a certain recent event in her life. "Yeah, I've been a bit distracted, lately... a lot on my mind..."
She looked to Lucas as she finally replied, and gave his arm a playful jab as she laughed a bit, "You look a little lost, though, man... you alright?" she asked, tilting her head a bit as she regarded him again. He seemed distracted himself, like he was looking for someone. Immediately in Tiff's mind, the mind of someone who had spent a vast many nights at parties and clubs, her hypothesis quickly became: someone dragged him out so he'd have a good time, but then ditched him to fend for himself...
Pulling back another swig, she didn't feel too moved by the 'misfortune' of being 'lost' in a club. It had been a very long time since she had been the type of person to feel that way, so she couldn't really relate... but if he had been ditched, it did seem rather inconsiderate of whomever had done so.
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Post by Lucas Janzen on Jun 11, 2009 1:26:11 GMT -5
A typical excuse. Why hold yourself accountable for your iniquities when you could just blame some outside source, claiming it was distracting you? No, she wasn't just working halfheartedly, there had to be some other reason! The sun got in her eyes! No wait, the moon got in her eyes! The crabgrass got in her eyes! Lucas had heard them all-- or at least he would like to think so. Maybe it was more of a case where he had used every excuse in the proverbial book, rather than hearing them. Hypocrisy had a funny way of working out like that.
Now was he alright? Judging by his thought process, he was pretty stressed out. Wouldn't anyone who was ditched feel that way, though? He would just tell whoever showed their concern over a similar matter to shove it, but for some reason, he couldn't apply the same 'helpful' advice to himself for any ounce of consolation. Figures. "Nah, looks the skinflint who drove me here just...disappeared," Lucas scratched his head.
Frowning rather apparently, he tightened his jaw and gave another impatient look around the place, but nothing had changed. Still no Shane, much to no one's surprise. Had he said something earlier giving any clues? Probably not, but Lucas' memory wasn't the best. Not only that, but he was already slightly drunk, to the point where things felt rather fuzzy. His motor skills were largely unaffected, however, so that was always a plus.
As his foot gently and rhythmically tapped the floor once or twice, he sloshed the drink around in its can, letting his fidgety qualities sashay right to the fore so the whole world could tell his feelings. He was never one for subtlety, but there were limits even then-- and in like manner, he seemed to finish his sentence far too late for it to even be relevant. Well, could finishing his thought a few seconds after a pause really hurt that much?
Only her reaction would tell. "But you've got to have heard that one a lot, right?" A smirk tugged at his mouth's edge, but it quickly sank to mild aggravation again. His teeth were, once more, slightly bared through the narrow slit between his grimacing lips.
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Tiff Baumer
Impact Manipulation[M:0]
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Post by Tiff Baumer on Jun 21, 2009 14:09:43 GMT -5
///// Tiff Baumer toronto, canada chapter one: ripples
Tiff thought for a moment, then shrugged, took the last of her drink down in one pull, and set the cup down... somewhere. She wasn't paying attention. "Alright... then screw 'em." she shrugged, "Let him come back lookin' for ya later. Meanwhile... where you headed? I can give you a ride. I really don't mind." she offered.
"Got a decent car, heat... I don't know how you guys live up here to be honest..." she laughed, joking rather bluntly, "It's cold as fuck up here, I'm used to Atlanta, nice n' warm..."
"It's not too far, right?" she asked, realizing she should have done so before offering him a ride... but she would make good regardless. She didn't like seeing people stranded, but she knew that people who were often found their way regardless. Even still... he seemed like he might be an interesting enough guy to talk to if she could get him out of his foul mood.
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Post by Lucas Janzen on Jun 23, 2009 22:14:26 GMT -5
Well, he hadn't expected that. Suddenly he had a ride home after all, since this DJ had the good graces to take him back to his place. It was almost surprising to think a young woman like her would take a man such as Lucas back to his place, all by her lonesome, even though she radiated everything but a meek attitude that could land her in dangerous waters. Either she was scrappy, or she was just a fool. In either case, Lucas was finding reasons to guess why she was so hospitable, but soon realized that was a good time to turn off his brain.
His answer would be delayed when he tried to throw away his soda can, now empty, and missed the rim of the garbage can flawlessly. He didn't quite notice, thanks to his turned back, but the clank of aluminum on the concrete floor was pretty unmistakable. "Yeah, sounds good," he stopped to wipe his mouth on his bare arm. "And it's not too far. I can show you which way t' go...which streets to take n' junk."
From there, her quip about Toronto's freezing weather was pretty darn hilarious. To him, it was a comfortable and normal day, but apparently the 'Great White North' was too much for her to handle, even in the first quarter of the year. Then again, Lucas himself didn't know much about the city from where this girl hailed. In his mind, he already thought most cities in the American southeast were coastal, and palm trees grew everywhere.
However, regardless of the 'cold as fuck' weather or not, Lucas still wished he brought a jacket. It wasn't like he could ask this DJ chick if he could borrow hers till he got home. Even if they were comfortable riding in the same car (and how!), that would be awkward.
He grabbed the back of his head, popping his neck, and, rubbing his shoulder with the same hand, Lucas looked to the young woman again with his head tilted. Whyever he chose to relieve muscle tension right there and then was a mystery, but at least he was complacent in her company. No longer did he look around the room anxiously, which was a plus.
"Well, might as well go. Gotta outrun the snowstorm so we don't freeze to death." With a playful nudge to her shoulder, Lucas smiled impishly. "Anyways, I'm Lucas. What was your name again? Bomb-something?" He figured it was a stage name or something, but his mind couldn't stop thinking of explosions. He wasn't really that good with names anyway.
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Tiff Baumer
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Post by Tiff Baumer on Jun 26, 2009 8:07:10 GMT -5
///// Tiff Baumer toronto, canada chapter one: ripples
"Tiff Baumer. Some say 'DJ Tiff' but there ain't no official name, not yet..." she shrugged, "I'm all good for gettin' outta here now. I'm sort of in a hurry to get back home, anyways... so I'm not really much in the partyin' mood..." she sighed, looking down with unfocused eyes for a moment before hopping up with a burst of energy and heading for the door.
As she made her way, she flipped a neon green cel-phone into her hand and began to prod away at the tiny keys with her thumb, glancing back to Lucas just briefly, "My guys are gettin' my equipment together already, I'm just gonna let them know I'll meet back up with them later," she explained.
"I need..." she started in a lower, barely audible tone of voice, as if muttering to herself, "...so many goddamn answers."
"Hey!" she threw her hand up to a number of people aknowleding her back-door exit, "I'm out, people! I hate to cut it short, but I gotta bounce the fuck out." she laughed. A few people drew close out of curiosity, or perhaps if she knew them, to say goodbye, and in a lower tone of voice, she ensured something to the effect that she'd definitely be back sometime.
"Au revoir, and all o' that!" she spun on her heel and waved before spinning back around and pushing through the doorway and into the cold.
"GodDAMN." she recoiled at the cold, adding more speed to her step to get through it as quickly as possible.
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Post by Lucas Janzen on Jun 26, 2009 21:39:56 GMT -5
It was dark and rainy, much more so than when he arrived earlier in the evening, but Lucas couldn't exactly find nearly as much of a reason to recoil when he stepped out the door right after Tiff. He didn't even have a jacket, but he sure as hell wasn't complaining about the weather!
Then again, he was a local, unlike Tiff, who had already explained why she thought the weather was so harsh. Lucas, on the other hand, seemed like he was practically a polar bear compared to her. Maybe he had learned to embrace low temperatures-- even though it wasn't that cold. She was, in Lucas' opinion, overreacting. Plain and simple.
So, in his mind, it opened a gigantic window of opportunity to tease the heck out of her. He was Lucas, after all. Could he pass up anything of the sort? Here he was dressed inappropriately for a cold and rainy night, but felt fine, whereas Tiff was exactly the opposite. Comedy gold, with or without the irony!
"My god," Lucas said, feigning the same sort of reaction to the cold, and rubbing either bare arm with his hands, pretending to warm up. He even tried to chatter his teeth once or twice, purely in mockery. "I think I'm going to..."
Leisurely, his hands fell back to to his sides like nothing went wrong. "...Be just fine! Well, whaddya you know. Crisis averted." Looking to Tiff, he grinned rather knowingly.
Holding out his arms in mock triumph, Lucas felt the chilly raindrops hit the bare parts of his skin. "I guess I'm made for this sort of thing, y'know."
Even though Tiff was walking quickly, Lucas' longer legs easily outstrode her in no time, though there was a situation to be solved. It was kind of stupid to walk very far ahead of her, especially after raising the question he needed to ask. "Er...which car's yours?" On that dark and stormy night, the parking lot had gotten pretty dark. Only the lights from the front of the club were providing illumination from afar.
That, and he didn't know what he was looking for...
That, and he was still pretty buzzed...
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Tiff Baumer
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Post by Tiff Baumer on Jul 4, 2009 15:51:48 GMT -5
///// Tiff Baumer toronto, canada chapter one: ripples
"Smart-ass!" Tiff replied with a laughter, amused by Lucas. Shaking her head, she held up her keys and pressed a button on her keychain that would cause her ride to light up and welcome them. She drove a red Honda, at least tonight. The car was small and looked maneuverable, but expensive.
She opened the passenger's door for Lucas, and started to make her way around, but gestured in his direction, "The books in the seat, just put them in the floor board or in the back seat, I don't care." As she slid into the driver's seat, she glanced to her side and noticed which books she had left sitting there.
Odd books about paranormal actiivty, most namely... special abilities. It's cool, Tiff thought, I can play it off, easy. Who wouldn't enjoy readin' this crazy shit?
"You still haven't told me which way we're headed," she nagged at Lucas playfully, "Not that I'll know by street names. Maybe you better just drive from the passenger's seat..." she grinned, putting her key into the ignition and waking the car up.
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Post by Lucas Janzen on Jul 7, 2009 22:17:21 GMT -5
It wasn't too hard for the small collection of books in Tiff's car to catch Lucas' attention. With tomes in hand and eyes drawn to them, the seconds he took to seat himself comfortably in Tiff's Honda were capped off by a look over their covers. The one on top-- in all likelyhood, the first to be noticed anyway-- tilted slightly to the side, read Activating Evolution by Chandra Suresh right on the cover.
He was all ready to overlook it and toss it into the backseat, forgetting swiftly and without care, when it struck him that his halfhearted online searches over his strange ability (which had quieted down in previous times) had directed him toward something of this nature more than once. Now that he thought about it, though, he was certain he even remembered that name; Chandra Suresh.
Could he be kidding himself, thinking he had just now had the chance to act on something he turned aside as mere nonsense? Hard to say, but now that the book was under his possession for the time being, it was like something forced him to crack it open and read. Regardless of the last time he read a book or not, it was a topic that applied directly to him. If only it wasn't so dark out and he could only catch glimpses in the passing streetlights...
Since, as he belatedly remembered, Tiff had asked him a question, his attentive reading of the foreword page was cut short. He did want to go home, and if he withheld the directions from her just for giggles, it would surely end poorly. "Um, yeah. I was gonna do that anyway," he chuckled, smirking at Tiff. "Just turn right when you leave the parking lot, and keep going till I say so."
However, he couldn't look away from the book for long, even though it was only for a brief seconds that he peered at hazy words under deep darkness. On another hand, he probably wouldn't have read much past the first page of the book anyway, and maybe looked in a glossary for anything that might have to do with freezing stuff and junk. It was usually that way with Lucas and books.
Lucas concluded that he should just have ask someone who knew more about it than him anyway. The best part was, she was sitting right behind him! After all, she owned the book, so why wouldn't she have read it? More importantly, it was in her car, so that implied even more that such was the case. It was only because he thought of himself first that he didn't immediately make the connection that these books might apply to her as well. "What's this shit about?" Lucas said as he pointed to the page, looking over to Tiff, stroking his finger across the paper.
"Activating Evolution...? I mean, psychometry?" he began naming examples off the top of his head, flipping pages nonchalantly, "Telepathy? Cryokinesis? You expect me to believe someone can shoot ice from their fingers?" Yes, sometimes Lucas' favored way of addressing a problem was completely indirect, even distant. Tiff probably woudln't be able to tell he was talking about himself.
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Tiff Baumer
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Post by Tiff Baumer on Jul 26, 2009 22:34:56 GMT -5
///// Tiff Baumer toronto, canada chapter one: ripples
Ooh... this could get interesting... Tiff thought as she glanced to Lucas, who had taken a serious interest in a certain book she hadn't expected him to show such an interest in. Tiff was not one to fear for her secrets much. "Yeah... moving objects with your mind, healing, all sorts of crazy junk is possible..." she paused, but added the snag, "...according to that book at least." she broke into a bit of a chuckle, "Why, you been shootin' some ice out of your fingertips lately?" she asked, turning to raise an eyebrow at him.
Until she had, she didn't consider it too heavily, but in asking the question, she made herself think as well. Was he... could he... there were others. She had met them. Alan had been one of them, if he was even still alive...
Her amused expression had gone serious as she thought of Alan, and she soon realized it might have made her appear a little too serious about the thought of people with special "powers" in the world. Of course, that would only be a 'problem' if A: Lucas in fact, didn't, and B: ... Tiff actually gave a damn.
...in fact, she didn't. Life was a wild ride down hill, full of unexpected surprises, and Tiff's philosophy to the core was to take each turn with no hands on her handlebars.
"Think it would be cool if you could meet someone who could do some of that shit?" she asked, "I mean, hey, you should see what I can do..."
Ok, so some tact was necessary for survival. She remembered that, along with the chill down her spine that reminded her of how hostile people could become if they in fact DID know about abilities, and took serious issue with those who had them... but she wasn't the safe type anyways. It wasn't as if she couldn't round it all out into one big joke if nothing else.
Was there more to it though?
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Post by Lucas Janzen on Aug 5, 2009 1:31:28 GMT -5
He could tell she regarded that cockamamie book as nonsense rather than absolute truth, but he couldn't help but turn a bit pink when she jokingly asked him about his ability, spot-on. Thankfully, the streetlights piercing the late-night darkness and glaring off glossy sheets of rain surely weren't enough to let Tiff know Lucas felt he had been put under a searing spotlight, and he shook off the comment likely made in innocence with a laugh and shrug of his shoulders. Only a fool would think that question wasn't rhetorical, or even made in jest.
However, Lucas was certainly a fan of sci-fi, even if he knew firmly the difference between fiction and reality, and was willing to explore the possibilities Tiff had mentioned. Barring his own, Lucas knew superpowers weren't real, but they were an interesting topic nontheless.
His foggy mind overclocked, he had time to examine her ending statement from a few angles over a few seconds of time. It seemed odd she would mention her own skills, especially after her performance earlier (which he basically insulted), but he chalked things up to some ability she had to breach the limits of a normal human body. Either that or she meant something else entirely, which innocent minds probably wouldn't want to hear. It wouldn't be the first time Lucas overexamined something so much that the most simple answer flew over his head.
There was much to be said over powers and the like, but Lucas inexorably felt himself lost as to words. Maybe he was just tired, or already nursing the early onset of a hangover, but he really didn't feel like saying much. "Yeah, I think it'd be cool." Quite the pity, seeing as how Lucas loved a good, deep conversation every now and then. Had the circumstances differed, he could have talked (read: argued) with her all night. "But hey," Lucas held his hand up, then to his chest, "I don't swing that way."
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Post by Tiff Baumer on Aug 6, 2009 21:17:31 GMT -5
///// Tiff Baumer toronto, canada chapter one: ripples
Things were quiet for the rest of the way, save for the exchange of navigational requests and responses. Not his thing, eh? For someone who knew nothing about it, he certainly seemed put off by the topic. Tiff thought on the matter quietly as they continued on toward their destination. She'd met a number of people like herself before, but she had noticed early on that the ones who hadn't, had a tendency to protect the secret as if their life depended on it.
Okay, so perhaps in most cases, it really did. Even still...
She quietly drove on to where Lucas directed her to go, and when they finally arrived at last, she waited for Lucas to get out of the car first, as if to give him room to lead the way, but before she got out of the car herself, she took the book into her arm and tucked it underneath, prepared to haul it inside.
Worst case scenario, he'd think she was weird, but if there was something to this guy, she could drive it out of him from behind a mask of casual and inadvertant ignorance. Then again, perhaps she'd change her mind once they were inside. After all, she had something else in mind, and she wasn't sure she cared to scare the poor guy away.
At any rate, she was a DJ, not a corporate executive. She was a child of the night life; she had a right to be unusual and provoking, and entertain wild ideas. It was easier for people to write it off without thinking too much of it.
Mind the third law, she thought to herself, 3. Contact with others warrants investigation. Potential threats should be investigated and all information proposed to the Vice and his lieutenants. Okay, so Tiff wasn't exactly looking to report information to the Vice, the mysterious leader of Mayhem, but she was certainly curious enough.
Besides, she didn't trust the Vice. Not quite. Something about him gave her the gut feeling to keep a healthy and respectful distance.
She realized she might have seemed a bit lost in her thoughts as of now, but she was okay with that. After all, however it went, she just met the guy, and if he turned out to be crazy, well... Tiff could handle herself.
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Post by Lucas Janzen on Aug 8, 2009 22:46:24 GMT -5
Well, then! Either he said something he shouldn't, or he said exactly what he meant and, despite the lack of offensive intent, she took it the wrong way anyway. Part of him was led to believe she didn't quite like his 'type', though he assumed someone as outspoken as Tiff would probably have kicked him out of the car if she were homophobic-- conversely, he never would have guessed she was so much of a prude that one little vaguely sexual comment would button her trap. Maybe she just felt tired after her adrenaline high wore off? The ensuing silence was still weird and uncomfortable, but Lucas felt obliged to go along without a word.
The worst-case scenario had yet to happen once she stopped the car in front of his apartment building, but Lucas wasn't going to discount any claims his mind staked. She let him out of the car and didn't drive off in a homophobic-slash-prudish tizzy, so maybe he was just fooling himself. Tightening his lips into a slender grin, he looked at Tiff and raised his eyebrows. Whether or not she felt up to her original request, he would tell her his apartment number anyway. "I'm in room 601," he pointed to the building out the rain-soaked window.
He got out of the car and, with a reassuring pat of his pocket, he heard a metallic jingle even despite the sound of his feet sloshing through a shallow puddle by the curb. Looping his finger around the keyring in his pocket and pulling out his keys, his next destination was the car's other side. There, instead of leaning against her car and waiting, antsy, Lucas just walked very slowly to the building's front door, looking back exactly one time to see if Tiff followed. Honestly, he couldn't care less either way, if she had chosen to leave without warning or if she happily skipped her way into his apartment and showed off...whatever she said she chould show off.
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Post by Tiff Baumer on Aug 10, 2009 21:23:59 GMT -5
///// Tiff Baumer toronto, canada chapter one: ripples
Tiff had been quietly toying in her mind with the variables. It was when they had arrived that she decided upon what to do. She shut off the car and locked it, stepped out with the book tucked under hear arm, held to her hip, and was prepared to follow Lucas in. After all, she had another order of business to bring up anyways, and seeing a bit more of what the guy was like... well you could tell a lot about a person by their personal space.
For what she had in mind, actually, she'd need all the clues that she could get. Anything too creepy, and she might change her mind. Sure, she could take care of herself, but there were some wacky people out there in the world. She'd dealt with them herself on a number of occasions, sometimes on orders from her benefactors.
"So you live alone?" she asked. She followed without hesitation, figuring; if he did live with mom still, you know... was the type... and there'd be a problem with her coming up for a few minutes, little while, whatever... he'd likely have stopped her by now. Odds favored, Tiff believed so far, that he did live alone. That would be ideal, after all, who knew what sorts of topics could arise.
It was when they reached the door that Tiff called herself out in her mind. She looked down to her side, to the book she'd carried with her, and although she kept it out of Lucas' view for now, he'd see it. She began to wonder why she was acting this way. Did she really suspect this guy had an ability? Well his reaction was so tell-tale, she thought.
At least at first.
He seemed to become nervous about the topic, but perhaps she read him wrong. She'd look really weird if she persisted on the topic, and then... what if she was wrong, and he wasn't...? It went directly against the Mayhem code to casually divulge abilities...
There was her answer.
She grit her teeth as she thought about something that had crept up into her mind. She was angry. Angry at Mayhem, at the fuckers who'd sent her after her own boyfriend without an explanation. Looking up to Lucas, her expression calmed before he could see it, and she sighed, prepared to call it 'tired' and move on if he had.
Truth be told, she was so angry at Mayhem... she wanted to defy the directive and tell Lucas what she could do--no, show him. Show him something straight up pimp that would wow his damn socks off. Maybe she wouldn't even return to Georgia...
She realized that she was doing it again, lost in her thoughts and saying nothing, and realized she needed to be more conversational if she was going to hang out for long.
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