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

Entry tags:

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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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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