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Post by Everyone Else on Dec 12, 2009 22:31:55 GMT -5
((OOC: This occurs during Typhoid's loss of power.))  ::Derek had been cast in the play in which Typhoid had had a part, and he'd grown friendly with her during the rehearsals. He had also been there that terrible night, and had not seen hide nor hair of her since then. At first, he assumed she was mortified and/or ill, and then that she was busy. After a time, however, he felt it necessary to call her up and check in with her. He had asked if she was in the area, and if she wanted to meet him for a drink or two. She had accepted, and he gave her directions when they set the date. The bar was located in the Village, appropriately called "Off the Wagon," a popular enough location which served cheap drinks and good food. He was seated at a booth near the door, so he could wave her over when she arrived. He already had a beer with him.:: |
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 12, 2009 22:39:34 GMT -5
Typhoid had driven into the city before hand for about an hour, to pick up something from work and stop off to buy Kitty her Christmas gift. It was freezing cold outside, so she was wrapped up in a brand new black hooded coat and a pair of sapphire blue gloves, to replace the ones she couldn't wear anymore. Instead of going out, she'd shopped online for them, which made it easier.
In a way, she'd been relieved when Derek had called her. She'd assumed most of the cast would be either afraid or pissed or both, after her failed performance. It was nice to know that someone at least was willing to talk to her. She came into the bar just as it was beginning to snow and took off her hood, taking in the place as she'd been taught so many times: look for exits, count heads, know who might have a weapon on them and who might not. It was reflex, and she never realized she did it.
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Post by Everyone Else on Dec 12, 2009 22:42:55 GMT -5
::Derek saw her step into the bar, and he lifted his hand, the one with the beer, to get her attention.:: "Ty! Over here!"
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 12, 2009 22:45:15 GMT -5
She heard her name being called, and saw Derek gesturing from a booth. Moving her way past a couple people who were leaving, she headed in that direction, and took the seat opposite to him with a small smile. "Hey."
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Post by Everyone Else on Dec 12, 2009 22:46:28 GMT -5
"Hey," ::Derek replied, returning the smile. He took a sip of his beer, and set it down.:: "You look good, and I'm glad that you're here in the flesh."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 12, 2009 22:51:02 GMT -5
"You don't look so bad yourself. Sorry I didn't call," she replied, shrugging out of her coat. "I...well, it took me awhile to get things worked out, is all."
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Post by Everyone Else on Dec 12, 2009 22:52:35 GMT -5
"But you're all right now?" ::Derek asked, to make sure. When she removed her coat, he caught sight of jewelry which appeared familiar, and he turned his head to get a better look.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 12, 2009 23:05:04 GMT -5
"Yeah, I'm OK enough, I guess." A waitress came by, and she ordered a Manhattan. "I'm still pissed about the production, though."
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Post by Everyone Else on Dec 12, 2009 23:06:48 GMT -5
"And an order of wings - sweet and sour," ::Derek added to the waitress, before she retreated to fill the order. He turned his attention back to her, trying to get a better view of her neck.:: "I can't blame you; it's not the best way to start off your career."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 12, 2009 23:19:17 GMT -5
"Yeah, no kidding." She noticed this time that he was staring, rather intently. "What are you looking at?"
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Post by Everyone Else on Dec 12, 2009 23:22:43 GMT -5
"Your necklace," ::Derek replied, and when she turned her head, he got the look he needed: the black, heart-shaped charm, and the leather weave. He recognized that necklace; in fact, he had purchased that necklace before. A look of curious relief washed over him.:: "Are...you into the Scene?"
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 12, 2009 23:36:42 GMT -5
She looked panicked almost immediately when he mentioned her necklace; her hand went and covered it. Pietro had suggested wearing it only in her room- maybe that was a better plan. "Um...are you?" she asked, unwilling to say yes or no.
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Post by Everyone Else on Dec 12, 2009 23:38:50 GMT -5
::She looked panicked, which had not been Derek's intention; he simply rarely saw anyone outside of his group who might have such proclivities. He nodded to reassure her, and said,:: “I am, and you can relax. I asked because I’ve bought that same necklace before.”
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 12, 2009 23:46:56 GMT -5
Her hand stayed over her necklace, but she had to laugh just a little. "For someone, I hope."
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Post by Everyone Else on Dec 12, 2009 23:48:25 GMT -5
::Derek chuckled as well, and he nodded in confirmation.:: "Yes, for my girlfriend. It's one of her favorites."
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