Cornelius "Corey" Drake (sandcastlegod) wrote in marvel_nextgen,
@ 2010-01-19 22:02:00

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antaeus, argo, inactive - alisa lebeau, inactive - entienne lebeau, nicholas salem, perenawska, team - champions

Settling in?
They'd started moving into the renovated abandoned restaurant/nightclub covered scrap metal. Corey'd even arranged a recycling dumpster next to the regular one. Once the kitchen was finally covered in his explanatory signs -- one explanation of food storage and recycling having the very direct heading 'You Will Not Waste' -- he took an awful lot of sorted bags of packaging out to said recycling dumpster.

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temperence
2010-01-20 04:31 am UTC (link)

"So... so am ah!" She pointed to herself, and then ran back over to the coffee maker. She took out some tools and started to tinker with it at a rather quick speed. Within a few short minutes, she turned the broken coffee maker into a makeshift rock launcher. She took one of the floating pebbles, and loaded it into the machine.

She then fired it at the wall, making it bounce off, and fall into the dumpster. she smiled proudly at her machine, but that smile quickly faded as she looked up at Corey.

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	sandcastlegod 2010-01-20 04:40 am UTC (link)
	For the few minutes, Corey watches with interest some but lets her work, putting his remaining bags in the recycling dumpster. Then he smiles at the demonstration. "That's awesome, Tink." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	temperence 2010-01-20 04:43 am UTC (link)
	" T-t'ank you... ah... ah guess..." She hugged the new device close to her, her eyes now focused on her feet. "You... you don' sound... like you from here... so... so dat mus' mean... you won' hurt mah?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	sandcastlegod 2010-01-20 05:34 am UTC (link)
	"Okay, first, I'm definitely not going to hurt you," Corey says carefully. "Second, I only just moved here. I'm originally from Brazil. And sometimes New York." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

temperence
2010-01-20 05:49 am UTC (link)

Nodding her head, Alisa finally stood in front of Corey. She was still wry, but he seemed overly kind, and looked a little younger than she.
"Brazil... an' New York? Dat... dat is interestin' ... ah've always lived here... wit' Ennie... he takes care o' mah. Very protective... but... ah sorta snuck out, ta look for new parts... ah don' t'ink he likes mah divin' in dumpsters... t'ink he worried ah get hurt."

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	sandcastlegod 2010-01-20 05:59 am UTC (link)
	"Yeah. We mostly lived half the year in each place." Corey smiled. "Brother, I'm guessing? 'Cause older siblings are contractually obligated not to like some of the stuff younger siblings do. I've got one of each, back in New York." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	temperence 2010-01-20 06:03 am UTC (link)
	"Ah don' know if he older... we... umm... twins... but Oui, a broder." She sighed, shaking her head some. "But... what you be doin' here in N'aw Orleans.... non safe for you here... lots o' bad people here... especially in alleys like dis... You could be kidnapped by a pimp an' sold... or... or worse..." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	sandcastlegod 2010-01-20 06:11 am UTC (link)
	Corey blinks, and sort of...takes a mental note that that was the first example she could come up with. "Well, I'm going to go to the art school over on the Riverfront. My friends and I moved in right here. We're pretty used to dangerous places and dangerous people. They're not going to let anything happen to me." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

temperence
2010-01-20 06:15 am UTC (link)

"Dat sounds... kinda nice... ah don' got no friends, jus' Ennie." She blinked, looking over at him with big eyes. "You go ta Art School? Dey got... schoolin' for art? Ah didn' know dat... last time ah was in school was a few years ago... den dis year ah got a GED at a night school..."

Alisa quickly realized she was babling on, and tried to change the subject. "So... umm... you... can handle dangerous people?"

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vicious_cycle
2010-01-20 06:29 am UTC (link)

If you looked up the definition of dangerous person, speaking in broad cultural terms, there's a few items that may come up again and again.

A bit dirty and unmept? Check. Black leather jacket? Check. Black and chrome Harley with an overpowered engine? Check. Dark sunglasses? Check.

It just drove up.

"Hey kid. Lunch ready yet?" he tips the glasses. "What've we got here? Friend a' yers?"

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sandcastlegod
2010-01-20 06:41 am UTC (link)

"Yep. Right over on the riverfront. They got a few extra classes to make sure people finish all their high school graduation requirements, too, so it works out well for me, 'cause I was almost done."

"Yeah, we've handled some pretty awful--" he turns at the approach.

"Hi, Nick. Yeah, it's ready, just letting it cool a little on the stovetop -- sweet potatoes are way easier and cheaper to get here than New York, by the way. Tink, this is Nick."

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temperence
2010-01-20 06:47 am UTC (link)

Alisa took one look at Nick on his motorcycle and became frightened. She practically jumped straight up, ran, and hid behind Corey. She was a bit shocked to see Corey speaking to this man... Nick. How could a man, who looked like Nick, be friends with Corey? Corey seemed... nice, by Alisa's standards, anyway. She tried to calm herself down, her heart feeling like it was going a mile a minute in her chest.

"H-hi..." She spoke in a meek tone, as her body shook. She was struggling so hard not to run away. This wasn't a dangerous situation, right? She could not tell, and it scared her badly.

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vicious_cycle
2010-01-20 06:52 am UTC (link)

Nick takes one look at her, and then another. He's unhurried about it.

He grew up rough, sometimes on the streets, sometimes in places he really wasn't wanted, sometimes just wherever the government could stick him. He's seen a lot of girls like Alisa. The exact type of meekness, the jumpiness, the retreating, and yet needing some kind of companionship, reaching out for any reassurance instead of simply running away. He can't be sure of exactly what - but she's been hurt. Parents, other kids, grown men, its impossible to say. Maybe repeatedly, but she's a victim, and he knows it.

He kicks one leg over the bike and approaches, glancing at the pair.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt any friend of Corey's." He's not going to say he's a nice guy, or not dangerous - she doesn't need to be lied to again.

"I'm Nicholas. What kind of name is Tink?"

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	temperence 2010-01-20 06:56 am UTC (link)
	"I-it's a nickname... s-short for "Tinker Belle"..." She peeked over Corey's shoulder "Umm... i-it's nice ta meet'cha... Nicholas... M-maybe... maybe ah should... be goin' ... now..." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	sandcastlegod 2010-01-20 07:00 am UTC (link)
	Corey turns to her with concern. "Couldn't you maybe stay for lunch? I made whole ovenful of baked chicken with lemon, and a whole lot of sweet potatoes. We could use a hand eating it all. Please?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	temperence 2010-01-20 07:04 am UTC (link)
	Her nervousness was getting the best of her, she just wanted to run. But the mention of a good warm meal with sweet potatoes sounded nice... heck, no one ever invited her to have a meal, before. Alisa looked towards Corey, and managed a weak smile. "Ah... ah guess... a meal... wouldn' hurt... but... but can ah call mah broder... let'em know where ah be?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	vicious_cycle 2010-01-20 07:08 am UTC (link)
	Nick glances at Corey, raising a brow. He's not sure if the kid knows what kind of damaged goods he's found. "Yeah, sure. Call 'im. If he doesn't want to come out this way, we'll get you a meal and a ride home anyway." In theory, she's better off there, unless someone there is the one who hurt her. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	temperence 2010-01-20 07:13 am UTC (link)
	"T-t'anks... umm... ah'll be right back..." She quickly ran to the front side of the building. She had noticed some pay phones on her way to the dumpsters earlier. Taking a quarter out of her pants pocket, she placed it into the pay phone and called the home she and Ennie lived in. "Ennie?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	designergene 2010-01-20 07:19 am UTC (link)
	He answered the phone and when he heard her voice, Enteinne started interrogating her out of panic, "Où êtes-vous ? Êtes-vous bien ? Dites-moi que vous êtes bien, si vous plait. Please, say you be fine, ma seour! Why didn't you wake me? Well? Where are you?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	temperence 2010-01-20 07:28 am UTC (link)
	"Ah... ah'm fine... ah... ah met some nice... nice people. Ah'm ad de old... The Red Room Nightclub... ah went ta... went dere ta get some... spare parts ta work on..." She spoke softly. "You wanna come... an' meet dem? Please don' be mad at mah..." (Reply to this)(Parent)

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