March 2nd, 2012

Central Park || Emilie & Lucas

emilie-lincoln:

Emilie was kind of amazed at how much they had in common. It was a breath of fresh air to find another person who had grown up in a small town and moved to New York. It seemed that he hadn’t known a lot of people as well when he moved here. She had moved here on blind faith hoping that she would meet people and be comfortable in a such a big city. She was glad with what she had found here. 

She took the boy’s hand and shook it with a smile on her face. “I’m Emilie. Emilie Lincoln. Nice to meet you Lucas.” She took her hand from his and set it down on the fountain edge beside her. She looked at him when he asked if she wanted to go to Frankie’s. She softly smiled at him and nodded her head. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

He grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder as they started walking through the park to get to Frankie’s. He slipped his hands in his pockets and looked over to Emilie. “I’m glad I’m not the only one.” He admitted, referring to both being from a country town in Vermont, and also, finding another with a power, except, she didn’t know about that last part.

They rounded one last corner to be at the door of Frankie’s. He loved Frankie’s most in the city, mainly from its familiarity and good drinks. They walked in and he was instantly greeted with the comforting smell of brandy and stale cigarette smoke, filling his lungs with the safe-feeling the bar brought him. He made his way over to one of the free booths and motioned for Emilie to follow. He pondered over which way he was going to go at this. Direct or subtle? He didn’t wan’t to fighten her, as she was probably the only one in the city he could exactly relate to. 

He waited for Emilie to join him and he waved over the waitress. “Ah, hey Ivy, one glass of bourbon, thanks dal.” He winked at the waitress as she turned to Emilie for her order. 

Once they had both ordered, he turned back to Emilie and smiled to her. “Ok, don’t freak out, and bear with me, because I’m not really sure about how to go with this.” 

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February 22nd, 2012

Meeting Sam || Lucas & Sam

samuel-mephis:

lucas—stroud:

Lucas was so confused with why Rafe had set some man to wait for him. When he arrived and this man was thinking about finding him, Lucas was baffled, but then he saw in the mans mind someone payed him to do it, so Lucas stopped looking and immediately thought it was Rafe trying to lay low.

“Hi There, I’m Lucas, I expect that you know who I’m here to see?” He said to the man who was a few years older him and slightly drunk looking. Hmm Maybe he wasn’t going to be of too much help. The man seemed to point in return to his question just in time for Lucas to turn around to see a completely unfamiliar man standing before him. Actually he remembers his face once from a old memory of Rafe’s when he went …scoping. Obviously he wasn’t in immediate danger of this man…hopefully.

He felt slightly uneasy when the man a) knew his name and b) Knew he was here for Rafe, also c) That Rafe wasn’t ‘here’. He didn’t really know whether ‘here was in this room, or in this state. He was finding it extremely difficult to get anything, so he had to use his basic conversation skills. “Well since you’re so knowledgable, would you kindly tell me where I can access him.” He remarked, really wanting to know where Rafe was, and to be trainig and working with him.

Telepath, for definite. He had spoke words to the decoy that only a telepath would. I expect you know who I’m here to see, as if he knew the man before the man knew himself. It angered Sam, any telepath did. They thought they had the right to walk through a person’s mind, access their thoughts and the stronger telepaths were even able to live through memories and emotions. A man this young wouldn’t have that ability yet, the person had to be wise enough before the power. The telepathy didn’t make a person wise; only wise people can use the power effectively.

Lucas’ words made Sam suppress a snarl. This kid was too young, too dumb and too cocky to stay alive; why would Rafe choose this backstreet boy to be part of The Resistance? Unless he hadn’t actually recruited him as of yet, which would make sense. It would explain why Sam hadn’t heard about him, and why he was so naively confident in his words and posture. The kid had an air about him, which desperately tempted Sam to punch him in the face. He took a calming breath as he fixed him with dark eyes, grabbing the boy’s shoulder in a seemingly friendly way, yet asserting a threatening force. As he smiled at Lucas, any other punter would have seen a pair of friend’s meeting. That’s the way it would stay.

“Take that tone with me, kid,” Sam said lowly, leading them back to the booth with a silencing squeeze of Lucas’ shoulder “and you’re leaving this bar empty-handed.” If at all. “Understood?”

He released him and sat down, not breaking his testing gaze towards the young man. He didn’t need to tell him, and he most certainly wasn’t going to ask him. Sam liked to do that; act as if the person was making their own choice, using their own mind, when in reality there wasn’t a choice.

Sam waited, watching Lucas with careful eyes. His patience would run thin very quickly.

He felt the guy take lucas by the shoulder and direct him towards the back of the bar. He was stunned at first, but soon went along with it, worried of ‘disobeying’. If this guy really did know rafe and turned up for a meeting that Rafe was meant to be at regarding the resistance, there was a 99% chance this guy was a super. It aslo meant he was either working for the government, about to torture him to give out all info he has, which at this point, is nothing,or he’s actually with resistance and he should not be too stubborn with him. Lucas glared at the man. He thought he was so superior. It would help Lucas to get even a glimpse of this guys mind to see who the hell he is, and what’s actually going on. So far, this guy was a threat; he knew the where abouts of Rafe and he wasn’t being to subtle about it. Couldn’t hurt being more…tolerable. “It’s understood, when I know what’s going on.” He said firmly.

He sat in the furthest position away form the man at the edge of the seat for a quick get away. Well considering Lucas didn’t know what power this guy possessed, he didn’t want to be in contact. Lucas wasn’t very patient, and it was taking a very  long time to find out what was going on.

He may as well get to the point. “Seeing as I don’t actually know who you are, or what is actually going on, not much is going to be said by me, so if you’re waiting for an… explanation or something, I’m not going to be of any help.” Leant back against the wall and put his hands behind his head. “Unless you tell me who you are.”

February 17th, 2012

Meeting Sam || Lucas & Sam

samuel-mephis:

As always, Sam arrived early, in order to assess the threat of the person before they had a chance to know his presence. He had ordered a whiskey politely, charming the barmaid with a casual smile before taking a swig, scanning the bar. It didn’t seem too busy at this time of day, even though it was a Saturday. He didn’t know what to expect of this man; it was difficult to scope any background on him when he only had a first name. Even then, was it a nickname? Was it his name at all? Was he a she? And his power, was it dangerous? Was he experienced? The possibilities were endless, which kept Sam tense. He had set up a decoy on the other end of the bar; paid them to hold his characteristics, to search for anyone in the bar called Lucas.

But what was most surprising about his first encounter with the boy, was not the fact that his decoy had found him, but the fact that Lucas found the decoy. He watched as a young man strolled over to the decoy, initiating conversation, and mentioning his own name. Sam frowned deeply, his mind automatically guarded with suspicion, putting his glass down. It was possible that he was a tracker, or even a projection trajectory for anyone who wanted to see him. But the most logical explanation kept Sam subdued. Telepath. He made sure not to think about it, focusing carefully on the texture of the whiskey in his mouth, instead of any words in his thoughts. He listened, but he made a point not to register his words.

The boy seemed young, incredibly young. Why would Rafe want to recruit him? Was he intent on signing the entirety of NYC’s youth a death sentence? He looked confident, and cocky with his expression, which caused a slight irritation in Sam. If this kid tried to impose on him, he wouldn’t respond well to it. He took another swig of his drink before moving down the bar to see him.

When the CIA had thrown him and his colleagues into a class about subduing thoughts and focusing on other things, he thought they were going crazy.

Now he felt like saluting them.

“Lucas,” He greeted with an immobile lack of expression as he regarded the boy “The person you’re looking for isn’t here.”

Lucas was so confused with why Rafe had set some man to wait for him. When he arrived and this man was thinking about finding him, Lucas was baffled, but then he saw in the mans mind someone payed him to do it, so Lucas stopped looking and immediately thought it was Rafe trying to lay low.

"Hi There, I’m Lucas, I expect that you know who I’m here to see?" He said to the man who was a few years older him and slightly drunk looking. Hmm Maybe he wasn’t going to be of too much help. The man seemed to point in return to his question just in time for Lucas to turn around to see a completely unfamiliar man standing before him. Actually he remembers his face once from a old memory of Rafe’s when he went …scoping. Obviously he wasn’t in immediate danger of this man…hopefully.

He felt slightly uneasy when the man a) knew his name and b) Knew he was here for Rafe, also c) That Rafe wasn’t ‘here’. He didn’t really know whether ‘here was in this room, or in this state. He was finding it extremely difficult to get anything, so he had to use his basic conversation skills. “Well since you’re so knowledgable, would you kindly tell me where I can access him.” He remarked, really wanting to know where Rafe was, and to be trainig and working with him.

(Source: lucas--stroud)

samuel-mephis:

lucas—stroud:

Lucas had nothing btter to do with his Saturday, than sit on the couch and surf the internet on his laptop. He searched everything someone could search. Actually, not everything. He clicked google and typed the letters, R E S I S T A N C E. Nothing on the resistance he was…

Lucas quickly got a returned message from Sam and he reacted to it while he was reading it y grabbing his coat  and his keys and walking to the door. He slid his phone in his pocket and set off by foot to the bar Rafe had specified. He had heard of this bar before. Before everything that’s happened, he used to go there for drinks with his college friends. Back in the good ol’ days…

He  swiftly dodged anyone in the street and kept his head down; it was safer to avoid anyone seeing his face, just in case. Riley’s Bar was in sight, just a block further for Lucas to walk. He was instantly greeted by the wall of warmth as he entered the bar, enabling him to take his jacket off. He scoped the bar for Rafe, but couldn’t see him anywhere, so he decided to scope thoughts to look for anything out of the ordinary. he came across someone thinking his name, so he headed in his direction.

TEXT INTERCEPTED FROM Samuel TO Lucas:

42nd West, in half an hour. Go to Riley’s Bar. I’ll find you.

Meeting Sam || Sam M

Lucas had nothing btter to do with his Saturday, than sit on the couch and surf the internet on his laptop. He searched everything someone could search. Actually, not everything. He  clicked google and typed the letters, R E S I S T A N C E. Nothing on the resistance he was hoping for , only the definition.

re·sist·ance

[ri-zis-tuh ns] 
noun
1.
the act or power of resisting, opposing, or withstanding.
2.the opposition offered by one thing, forceetc., to another.

You’d think that someone who can read minds would have a slightly more interesting life than he had. You know what! Lucas was going to make  it interesting. Maybe he could get in the action, not sit around all day and search answerless questions.

He pulled his phone from his pocket and punched the buttons as he texted that super agility guy, Rafe, he had talked to earlier that  month. It was time to act.

February 16th, 2012

emilie-lincoln:

lucas—stroud:

She’d killed someone? That was intense. From what he could read, it was from her power. Lucas didn’t really know if he could do any harm with his power, but it had its low points. Things like the second he can start reading minds, the government want him dead. Just little…

She was thinking of a guy called Chris. He obviously meant a lot to her due to the fact that she was smiling to herself. She was right, if you didn’t know what she was thinking about, it would have looked ridiculous. Lucky for her, I did know what she was thinking about.

Their lives were practically the same; started off in small town, moved to New York to explore and make something of themselves, got stuck by lightning and got power, now didn’t know what to make of themselves. He nodded in agreement as she made her adjustments to his question. It was true, rocking the boat was an understatement. “Well, today has been just another day in the life of Lucas Stroud.  By the way, I’m Lucas. ” he said holding out his hand for a shake.

"I was heading for Frankie’s, and this is just as a friend, but do you want to come?"

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February 12th, 2012

ooc

christopher-dundee:

I may or may not have just done the same thing :/

-highfive-

Go over para in my mind and edit object into my mental para.

-highfives back-

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ooc

christopher-dundee:

That moment when you plan on using your prompt word from Mod in a para…and then the para ends and you realized you hadn’t used your word.

I may or may not have just done the same thing :/

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Lucas & Chris

christopher-dundee:

Chris shrugged when the guy said he coul just take some classes, “Works for me.” When he checked the time and said he could give Chris his number, Chris nodded, “Sounds good.” Pulling out his phone, Chris pulled up the contacts page, which only had four names and numbers in it at this point, and handed the phone over to him. Hesitantly, Chris added, “And I’ll give you my number in case you need something.”

Lucas copied Chris and pulled out his phone, punching in his newly acquired number. Lucas quickly told Chris his number and shut his phone. ‘Thanks a bunch, catch you around.” he said quickly before walking off.

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