TAMERS: STREAM [IC] (M)
In 2001, the program known as the D-Reaper attempted to delete and absorb both the human and Digital Worlds due to its belief of their going beyond a specific amount of lifeforms, as well as the despair within a one Katou Juri's heart. On both sides, a war raged to stop this creature from destroying everything both existences held dear. Eventually, Japanese children known as “Digimon Tamers” rose up and were able to save Kato Juri, and defeat the D-Reaper. The world was left in confusion as the red mass shrank away from them, and peace returned as suddenly as it had been taken.
Though the Digimon had to return home on that day, they left their mark on this world. Corpses, destruction, scandal, all of these carried on as an event for the history books. Despite this, the games continued, life went on, and the world led on into peace.
Thirteen years after the events of the D-Reaper, something has shaken the evolving Digital World to its core. Whatever that something is, the human world is left defenseless to the tremors of the Earth and the bizarre weather patterns that have begun afflicting it. Odd patches of fog have been appearing frequently all over the world, leaving corpses and destruction in their wake. People have been disappearing. International governments have taken notice and the media has been having a frenzy.
Soon, it will be affecting you as well. The DigiGnomes decree it.
You are a young, or even old, person in New York. Perhaps you have lived here all of your life, or are visiting for an exchange program, or just a lowly tourist. Whatever the case may be, you are here now and that is all that matters. You go about your life as normal, accepting things as they are. Maybe you've kept your eyes on the news and the odd events that have been going on lately. Maybe you hate the news and say: that's crap. It hasn't happened to you, so it never will. That's okay. You're normal right now.
You won't be for much longer.
You're about to be hit (perhaps literally) by something the world was trying to avoid remembering: a Digimon, or even an egg that could be a Digimon. How you take the event is up to you, but I wouldn't recommend running away. With that Digimon will be a strange device, almost a toy. There will also be a diamond pendant of some sort. An odd symbol will be engraved inside it. Try as you might, you will not be able to recognize it. You probably won't be able to recognize much of anything.
Battles await you. So can friendships, romances, developments in ways people haven't thought of in years, not since wars. The worlds are colliding. Get ready.
Soon, the Digital World will be swinging its gates wide open again. Will you be going through them? That depends. Will you live long enough to find out?
ROLEPLAY THINGS OF NOTE
The RP will be done in “episodes”. Typically, an episode will be split into two parts. If there are specific quests or plots that roleplayers suggest or I think of that are important, there will be a spoiler tag for that player. Other players in the roleplay can interfere in these if they want to. That's part of the fun. All suggestions are for VM or PM.
Unless they are mentioned to be played by the GM, NPCs can mostly be played by roleplayers. The same goes for minor antagonists.
IMPORTANT THINGS TO KNOW
Digimon- Creatures made and evolved from data in the network. They are capable of many amazing feats and even evils. Mostly they stay in their own world, but sometimes they seek out humans, mostly for power.
Digital World- The place where everything is currently going wrong and where Digimon mostly live. This incarnation of the Digital World is rather different from the others. Information regarding this can be found here.
D-Arc- The “Digivice” used by a Tamer. Is capable of evolution, data storage, and Card Slash function, as well as a compass and watch. Other features have previously been employed, they just can't be accessed yet. Image here.
Tamer- A human partnered to a Digimon. Can be from a toddler to an old man, though it usually is a title given to children, ironically enough
Card Slash (Digi-Modify)- Digimon trading cards when slashed through the slot on the right slide (in just the right fashion, mind you) are capable of temporarily granting Digimon powers beyond their norm.
Digimon Trading Cards-Trading cards usually used for the Digimon card game now employed in the Card Slash technique. Examples include: Power, Speed, Hyper Wing, Radiant Fate. Full list will eventually be included
Indigo Card- A mysterious card that falls from the sky to unsuspecting humans once in a while. Perhaps it is the initiator of Matrix Evolution. No one knows. But wait... wasn't that what the Blue Card was for?
Four Holy Beasts- Four incredibly advanced Digimon who fought against the D-Reaper many years ago. They've been uncharacteristically quiet in response to these events.
Levels (Japanese/English) -I use the Japanese terminology in regards to this sort of thing but I will provide the English terms barring the D-Arc.
RULES FOR DIGIMON/HUMANS
1. Follow all PC rules. Kind of a given, but still.
2. Bunnying without asking is a no-no.
3. A paragraph to me is about three to six sentences. A post should be at least that, if not higher in regards to PC roleplaying guides.
4. If you want to interact with someone for a longer period of time, either have a joint post or make appropriate length posts with each other. If the other person suddenly up and disappears, at most, you have a week before you ask permission to bunny that person and move on.
5. That being said, one post a week at least. If I disappear, I'll try and leave a short message and explain what to do after that. If you don't appear after a week, I will VM you. Two weeks, you and your spot are gone.
6. No god-modding the fights or... anything. Everyone has their weaknesses.
7. Feel free to offer any new ideas to me. I will gladly take a look at them.
8. This roleplay is rated M for violence and cursing. Keep our romance on the downlow. :D
9. I will be making any final decisions, unless I have a sudden absence in which a temporary one will take my place. I will choose them.
10. If there is a problem, please tell me. I will get back to you as quickly as I can.
11. Break any rule more than twice and I have to boot you. No exceptions.
12. Have as much fun as you can!
SIGN UP STUFF
Sign ups will be taken up to eight days after this is accepted. There will be no reservations so as many people can post sign ups as they wish. I will be choosing them based on quality and how the character will be with others.
After the initial selection, if there are still open slots, any non-accepted members will be allowed to edit their SU to try again while the RP starts. They have until the first episode is finished to do so.
If someone is kicked out, I will VM a non-accepted member and offer them the spot.
SIGN UP TEMPLATE
1.Lark Cadence Felix (Fuyu)
2. Nikholas Parsson (EliteBeats)
3. Adrian Fitzgerald (YogiOne)
4. Gavin Rhodes (Colony)
5. Kenta Nakamura (SwiftSign)
6. Kalista Rose (Nickle4Pickle)
7. Noemi Calder (Grif of Hearts)
8. Natalie Delgado (First Snow)
EPISODE 1: Did Anybody Get The Number Of That Meteorite?
“Good morning, New York! This is Axe Anderson telling you how fabulous it could be on August 5th, 2014 if you like bitter wind! Today we have a forecast of DOOM for everyone hoping for that sunshine! Sorry to say that today will be cloudy with a chance of rain in the afternoon, with temperatures down in the forties. Also, everyone be careful when on the roads on their way to work today. There have been a lot of foggy areas with accidents, particularly on the sidestreets. Slow your speed and listen here on Channel 28 for your traffic coverage! Back to you, Mary-Anne!”
“Thanks Axe for the cheerful outlook on today. Everyone, as our weatherman said keep an eye on that thermometer. The temperatures could drop even lower so everyone shut their windows. Also, walk brisk and follow the traffic signs and keep those stranger danger rules in your head. We've had some missing people cropping up in none-too-good condition in alleys over the past few weeks and no one wants to be them! There are still quite a few missing, including the following:
Thirty-year old Jacob Miller, a New York Times reporter, missing since June 23rd
Seven-year-old Alicia Saunders, elementary schooler, missing since June 9th
Twenty-year-old Mikayla Smith, tourist from Wales, missing since July 8th
Seventy-three year old Simon Marx, retired school teacher, missing since July 15th
And fifty-five year old Derrick Walker and his daughter sixteen-year-old Lillian Walker, missing since July 19th
If you have seen any of these people, please call or leave a tweet. You can find out how to do so on twentyeightnewyork.com/help or from the number on your screen.
Now, in other news...
Today's news report. Chipper as always huh? That's how it's been for the past few days here in the Big Apple. Rather small and depressing if you ask me, but you aren't. Too bad.
Welcome to the morning. Go through a part of your day. At some point, you will notice something is wrong, very wrong. You aren't sure what it is. You aren't even sure why, other than the fact that it's chilly in August and that's just not right. Well, you keep right not walking on. That's how you gotta do things, or... well, you'll probably just go insane.
You might already be insane though. You never know.
At any rate, you start for your walk to... somewhere. Your house, the bookstore, a cafe, somewhere where you just weren't. Or maybe you took a car. It's going to get totaled someday by a reckless driver.
Either way, you are on your feet and you're moving when suddenly you are flat on your back. (For some of you this might be a real problem.) While you weren't paying attention, something knocked you over like a giant bowling ball. It could be an egg the size of a computer monitor from the late nineties or it could be a weird monster.
You've just met your Digimon. Hello.
THINGS OF NOTE
-You CAN interact with other roleplayers, but that's up until you get the Digimon. Then you have to be alone and stuff.
-After you get the Digimon, you can talk about what you did afterward if you want to. You don't have to. You can just wait until I post part B.
-I won't wait for everyone to post before we move on, except for the end of an episode. Then I will wait a couple of days before posting the next episode.
"Kitty-cat, you awake?"
Kit brushed her purple hair out of her face one last time and sniffed her hat. Yep, she had washed it right! Thank goodness. No one liked smelly hats or smelly hair. That was for sure. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a large, bulky form moving on the other side of the curtains. She grinned and sprang up off of her hammock, tackling Jake onto the bed. "KIT ATTACK!"
Jake let out a bark of laughter, easily grabbing her by the shoulders and rolling her onto his bed. "You think a kitty like you can stop me? I might just gobble you up for that!" Kit giggled and blew air into his face, only to squeal as he lifted her up and began to carry her out. "There's no choice," he declared, all grave sobriety. "It's time for the seasoning! We'll cut up some leeks and carrots and I shall have a kitty stew!"
"But there's no bread," she protested, still giggling like a small child.
Jake frowned before smirking again. "Bears don't need bread everyday, but they do need meat and you have just enough!" Kit squeaked and wriggled away, bolting into the tiny kitchenette.
"Eat bacon!" she cried, throwing a slice at him. He snatched it and grinned, making ridiculous chomping noises.
"Not enough!" he growled. "I still hunger!"
"So make more!" Kit shouted, grin threatening to break her cheeks.
"Bears don't make food! They eat it!"
"Too bad!" She went to start the eggs. Omelettes were always good for bears named Jake.
Jake glanced up from the news... and his sandwich. "Nasty business out there," he muttered as Kit rearranged her 'room' to semi-neatness, dragging out a hamper. "All those dead folks who musta just been minding their own business." He chewed thoughtfully before adding, "You be a careful kitty out there today, okay?"
"Yes, sir~" Kit agreed well-enough. "Spots will lead me in the right way; I'm sure of it!" Spots, her latest puppy friend, had been keeping a lookout for things. She didn't quite understand why. She didn't mind; he was always fun to chase around. She planted her hat on her head. "Be careful outside Jake, it's really cold today! Maybe there's an ice rink in the streets!" She snapped on her running shoes, looking at her pants for any trace of dust or paint.
"Don't fall in those shoes then," he replied with a smirk as she grabbed her violin case. Lark waved a lazy hand. "And don't give that ol' girl any trouble neither!"
Kit saluted and ran down the apartment stairs, waving at old Mr. Ferbes and his teacup. The door swung shut with a click and she was off, hat straps whooshing in the wind. Within seconds of dodging people in the mildly crowded streets, she heard the delighted bark of Spots and saw his delightful dalmatian tail. "Lead the way, buddy!" she chirped at him and the dog obeyed, trotting up to a stop sign and waiting.
Such a good dog. You like dogs.
Kit blinked fuzzily. "Huh?" She looked around and most people were just going right past her. "Mewri!~ how weird..." She chased after Spots again, eventually reaching the warm sign of Magnolia Bakery.
"Hat off, Kit!~"
"Kay, Miss Maisie~" She hurried to put her hat on the hook and roll the apron on. She brushed her purple hair down to rest all around her ears and avoid her face. Within seconds, she was there, waiting for the first customers of the morning to arrive for their breakfast. "G'morning," she called, smiling her enthusiastic "how-can-I-help-you" smile at the chime of the bell. "Anyway I can help you out?"
Gavin "Rhodey" Rhodes
Episode 1, Part A, Sub-Part 1
Another day, another adventure. This was just a common saying that Rhodey liked to say to himself in the morning. It never occurred to him that it might be right for once, but that was neither here nor there. The streets of New York were as active as ever with the thousands of people traversing the city, all attempting to get to either their job or some shop. One thing that was different today was the awesomely cold weather. It was such a surprise in this modern time. Rhodey himself was heading towards his day time job, working at the Broadway Vinyl music store, which ironically wasn't on Broadway. To be honest, he was still tired from the previous night. So many weird technical problems ruined their show, not to mention messed up their opportunity to impress the record label. It was a just an overwhelmingly terrible experience. Rhodey wondered when they would get a second chance, but he figured everything would turn out okay, so he left it at that. Instead, he pulled out his phone and pulled up an article about the recent transfer news for the various soccer teams he liked.
It took him a few minutes to read through the article, and man did it upset Rhodey. One of the targets for Chelsea, Gareth Bale, went and joined Real Madrid.
"Damn you, Gareth Bale." Rhodey said, jokingly while shaking his fist in the air.
That was such a disappointing turn of events for his team, but it's not exactly like they needed the player. They were, after all, stacked as stacked can get. Honestly, he didn't even know why he cared about it. He shrugged it off and continued to read through another article, apparently Ibrahimovic decided to retire. Rhodey laughed at the thought the biggest nose in the sport was gone. By the time he finished the article he was next to a bakery. He could have sworn that he had heard about this place, but he couldn't place where. Then it finally dawned on him, Shelly, the girl who relieved him in the afternoon, always talked about this place. She would always say how good the bear claws were. Rhodey was smiling ear to ear, he loved bear claws!
He walked into the bakery and there it was. The ever so talked about bear claws. Rhodey licked his lips, just waiting for a chance to sic his teeth into one. He walked up to the counter and immediately asked for his order.
"One, no, two bear claws, please. I need one for each hand."
The last part was said with a bit of a laugh. Now that he noticed, the girl behind the counter looked young, real young, and she had purple hair. A bit unusual to most, but Rhodey was used to those kinds of things. He's even seen a girl that had green, blue, and pink colored hair. It was like a kaleidoscope of colors. Perhaps she was even a fan? Rhodey thought it would be kinda cool, but he wasn't exactly well-known. A guy can dream, right?
Kit beamed at the new customer, giggling at his joke. He seemed like a bit of a punk. Well, that was cool to her. She had seen more unusual. Heck, she was more unusual. He has said... "Two bear claws, right? But don't you want four, two for your feet?"
Maisie, a young, but cheerful woman, exited the back, gently thwapped her with the back end of a spoon. "No hinting, Kit," she jokingly scolded. "We all know once we have 'em once, they always come back." She winked at Rhodey as Kit scurried past her with a laugh. "Your total with tax will be $7.23," she informed him as Kit grabbed the pastries, passing them over to Gavin.
"You can eat them in here if you want," Kit added, gesturing to the tables and unlocking the register to take his money. Maisie chuckled and retreated back into the kitchen, going right back to mixing the brownies.
“What’s my motivation for today?” lying in bed, staring at the ceiling and questioning himself not unusual for Adrian, hell it happens probably three or four times a week. One thing that was certain though, even if that question was left unanswered Adrian hops out of bed every morning to tackle the day ahead and today was no different. He flung his lifeless body out of bed, cracking his neck and performing stretches in an effort to get him out of the groggy sleep state he was in. What made things even worse was the cold air rushing through the little crack in his bedroom window “Well that was CHILLING!” he chuckled a little as he quickly shut the window completely, not because his joke was funny but because it’s a joke he would hear in an old time sitcom. The temperature was a bit of a surprise especially since Adrian wasn't the sort of person to stop and actually watch the news especially something as trivial as the weather.
Gavin "Rhodey" Rhodes
Episode 1, Part A, Sub-Part 2
Apparently Rhodey's comment was taken as a poorly designed joke when he was being fairly serious. It didn't really bug him, he even laughed along with the purple haired girl. He almost took her up on her offer when some other lady, probably the manager or owner, came up and scolded her, but still somehow managed to wink at Rhodey. Flirting always did seem to flatter the musician. The other lady also mentioned that the girl's name was Kit. Another oddity added to the board. Kit mentioned that he owed "$7.23," so he reached for his wallet and grabbed a ten dollar bill. As he was handing it to Kit to pay for his scrumptious treats some other guy came from behind Rhodey and asked for a bear claw as well. Rhodey immediately began wondering how popular these pastries were, because everyone seemed to want one. Rhodey resumed his exchange of money for pastry.
"Don't worry about the change, keep it as a tip."
He always seemed to hate receiving change, something about how there never seems to be enough to buy anything he wants with it. Kit handed him the pastries, while motioning towards one of their tables. Nothing was keeping him waiting to fulfill his now apparent hunger. It was getting towards that time of the day after all. He took a seat at one of the aforementioned tables and took a bite out of one of the bear claws. It was delightful! That ever so tasty almond-y taste that was always welcomed at any part of the day. He took another bite, and it was just as awesome. Shelly was right, this place was pretty amazing. He knew he would be coming by here more often. While he was eating he noticed that he had completely forgotten napkins, oh the audacity. Immediately, he stood up scouted the room for a napkin vendor and retrieved about four napkins. After he returned to his table he wiped his mouth making sure there were no crumbs on his lips, thus preventing him from looking like some slob or hobo. With his now cleaner face he continued munching, but was then interrupted by an untimely buzzing.
Someone had texted him. Upon checking his phone he realized it was Drew, but what in the world did he want? It was about last night. The label called him and said they would give them another shot tonight, if they were willing... It took a few seconds for it to set in before Rhodey launched himself out of his seat and exclaimed in joy. The chair he had been sitting in fell backwards and by some miracle the bear claws stayed on the table.
"Hell yeah! We get another shot!" he shouted, all before realizing where he was. "Sorry, won't happen again." He smiled apologetically towards everyone.
1 – Natalie Delgado
Theme for this post: “People Like Us”
New York City
Natalie woke up in a good mood on the morning of August 1st. The past week was depressing for her and this change of mood was welcomed greatly. Her change of mood was so noticeable; her sister Allison had noticed it when they woke up. Her sister knew Natalie was in a good mood when she witnessed her skip into the bathroom, something she never did unless she was super happy about something.
“People like us, for people like us,” Natalie sang along to the song playing on her sister’s phone as she brushed the mascara brush over her lashes.
Allison raised her eyebrow, “You seem really happy today. What’s up?”
Natalie turned to look at her sister, meeting her identical brown eyes, “Nothing’s up? Can’t I just be happy?”
Her sister nodded her head, “No. Just a week ago you found out your favorite teacher was murdered. Something is up.”
Natalie winced, “Did you really need to bring that up?”
“Sorry, but yes,” Allison said. Natalie put the mascara into its case and put it away. She straightened her clothes and turned to the mirror to fix her hair again. Allison noticed a butterfly clip in her hair and that’s when she put things together, “You’re going out aren't you?”
“What?” Natalie sputtered.
“You are!” Allison exclaimed while pointing at her excitedly, “You have a date!”
“It’s not a date,” Natalie countered.
“Ha, but you’re going out!” Allison retorted, “It’s that bakery isn’t it?”
“Yeah, but I am not going with anyone,” Natalie answered.
“Objection!” Allison declared, pointing her index finger at her, “You are wearing your favorite clip. Now who’s the lucky boy?”
“B-boy? What boy? I don’t have a boyfriend, it’s nothing like that at all,” Natalie chatted nervously.
“It’s Nikk,” Allison concluded, “I know I’m right.”
“Fine, you’re right. I am going to the bakery with Nikk. Just don’t tell anyone alright,” Natalie explained.
“Of course not, I promise, cross my heart,” Allison stated. She was facing her now, her back turned, and secretly behind her, her right hand was crossing its fingers.
“Then why are you inching closer to the door?” Natalie interrogated.
She heard the door click and Allison pushed the door open. She smiled at her younger sister, “Family has to know Natalie.”
“You wouldn’t,” Natalie dared.
Allison smiled even wider and then made a break for it. She ran out of their room, with Natalie on her tail, and all the while Allison screamed, “Natalie is going on a date!”
Jamie, their younger brother then popped his head out of his room, “A date?”
Natalie put on a look of horror on her face while Allison skidded to a stop and smiled, “Yes a date.”
“With who?” Jamie asked, as he exited his room. He was a damn giant compared to his sisters. He was nearly 6’0” and he was going to be a freshman in a couple of weeks. Life wasn’t fair.
“You better not tell-"
“Nikk!” Allison smiled.
“You mean that Nikk?” Jamie asked, which received a nod, “Finally! Good job sis, you finally got a date.”
“It’s not a date!” Natalie exclaimed, with a blush on her face.
“What’s this I hear about my sister going on a date?” Another voice interrupted. It was their oldest brother, Aaron.
“Does he know that you were-"
“Born as a man?” Natalie interrupted, “Yes.”
“Um yeah okay,” Aaron stated awkwardly before continuing with a teasing smile, “You better give us a report when you get back.”
“Aaron!” Natalie shouted. More would have been said if they didn’t hear knocking on the front door.
“Natalie, yo! Them bearclaws are not going to buy themselves! And I am hungry!” A voice shouted from behind the front door of their house.
“That’s Nkik,” Allison teased.
“Coming!” Natalie called back. She sent a playful glare at Allison, who was hiding her laughter behind her hand. Jamie was giving her a wink and Aaron was coughing, trying really hard not to smile. Natalie ran off to get her messenger bag and then rushed to the front of the house and opened the door. Before her siblings could look over her shoulder to see the boy, she quickly shut the door and grabbed his hand.
“C’mon let’s go,” Natalie urged, pulling him off the porch and out into the streets of New York.
Episode 1: Kenta
The cold wind blew in my hair that morning, as I slowly walked home from school. Maki had warned me, time and time again, about the disappearances in the area - she was just worrying, the streets were empty and peaceful. Nothing to worry about.
Kit chuckled a little at the couple, rummaging through the cash register again. "Wait a sec, wait a sec," she chirped, pointing at the person who had been after Rhodey and commanding for three dollars and twenty-four cents. "Him first, everyone~ Jessiebelle?"
"Jessie, you daft kitten," commented a voice. The male went sliding past, black spikes almost slapping her in the face. "How many coffees?" Kit counted, watching the people order them and take their seats.
"Mm... six! And grab two bear claws and take those happy folks!" She brushed at her apron, moving money around. Wonder how Jake's doing... Today sure is busy. She would have to remember to buy him a brownie at the end of her shift. And to go grocery shopping. Yep.
The male grinned and waved at Natalie and Nikk. "I'll take your orders right here. It'll be a nice total of $7.23 for two. Anything else?" The muscular teen looked so out of place there it was ridiculous. However, Kit knew him well enough. He liked the smell of things baking more than he liked burning. Hence why he was here, and his silly little brother was out there.
Kit helped Adrian with a tiny little grin. "Enjoy sir! Who is next?" She giggled. She loved this job. "Maisie, we need a refill on the bear claws!"
"I recommend the sugar cookies, a fruit salad, or one of the paninis. They're flat out of luck on the claws for at least ten minutes."
Kit nodded. "Mewri~ You got it ma'am!" A familiar customer came in and she waved, taking his order and watching him go. Kenta was a nice guy, a bit of a quiet fellow with something going on in his head. However, he was a regular and she could appreciate good business. Maybe someday she could get him to talk about it. Not today though.
She gave Madame Dubois a small smile, like she was not being bombarded with work. "Would you like to order?"
The purple haired girl, Kit he had learned her name to be from the other lady at the bakery, had helped him out and Adrian with bear claw in hand was off to eat after moving out of the line allowing th people who entered free passage to the counter. For this pastry where was better than a seat in the corner of the quaint little bakery he was already in? So that's exactly what he did, far enough from the Rhodey fellow who had not long before drawn some attention to himself with some sort of big proclamation about "getting another shot" whatever that meant.
Finally it was Kali's turn to order. As she stepped forward, her stomach grumbled loudly again. Grimacing, she addressed the girl at the counter. "Er, sorry about that. I'd like to order a blueberry muffin and a small hot chocolate, please." By the end of her sentence, she was flashing her trademark smile. "I love your hair, by the way!"
Gavin "Rhodey" Rhodes
Rhodey had already returned his chair to its proper upright position and was now sitting. By the time he had finished his first bear claw a flood of customers had arrived.It was all rather overwhelming to Rhodey that a little shop like this was so busy, but anything for those morning sweets, right? There was even a young couple waiting in line. To be honest they seemed a little bit weird, but maybe that was just how they appeared. He moved his attention back to his own thoughts, focusing on this new opportunity to prove himself to a record label. It was so exciting to think they could end up being stars if it went well. He was really giddy at the prospect, after all, he did just yell out a few moments before. Rhodey just smiled and took a large bite from the second bear claw. While munching s few choice words piqued his intrigue.
"Have you had anything strange happen to you?"
The couple that he had previously spotted were talking about weird things happening to their phones. It struck Rhodey as odd table talk to bring up something like that. What made it even weirder was the fact that he had also witnessed some crazy electronic problems recently, like that egg appearing on the screen at the concert, even though the power was out. He quickly finished up his second bear claw and walked over to the couple's table. They were now discussing some old songs and glee, neither of which Rhodey liked. He crouched down by their table and made a massive Cheshire grin. That was something Rhodey had been practicing, but I don't think he knew that a lot of people might find it a little odd for someone like him to give them such an auspicious smile.
"So you guys were having weird problems with electronics too? I know exactly what you're talking about. It happened to me just last night."
"Ah! One second okay?"
Kit totally missed the compliment for a moment, as she had to unplug the cash register. "Silly old thing... always does this..." Then she smiled back up at Kali. "Thanks! I like your outfit~ Your total is $12.47!" She skipped off-literally skipped- to get their requested items. "Jessibelle~ I need to heat up the hot chocolate! Can you get the waters?"
"If you stop calling me a darn girl!" he said with a snort, pulling the cold beverages out. He winked at the two girls as Kit busied herself behind him. "Better be careful your hands don't chill. It's a mighty bit cold out there this morning."
Kit capped the beverage and placed it onto the counter next to the muffin. "Be careful, it's hot!" She said this to Kali with an impish little giggle.
"You two! Is the news on?"
"Yes~" the two teenagers called back. Jessie snorted and flicked on the TV. "Dunno why she wants it on," Jessie grumbled. "Depressing as always."
"They're still covering that silly trial though," Kit chirped. "Miss Maisie loves the sound of politics." Wrapping up the sugar cookies, she plopped a pack of napkins down on top of them, pushing the items to their customers and clicking open the register again. "Here you two go! Sit and enjoy okay?" Then she paused. "You guys are on a... trip or something aren't you?"
"You have that look to you," Jessie elaborated. "Traveling in packs."
Like dog packs?
Lark frowned. "Huh?" Hearing nothing again, she shook her head. Must be someone else talking.
2 – Natalie Delgado
Theme for this post: “People Like Us” & “Survivor/I Will Survive”
New York City: Magnolia Bakery
Natalie sighed, as the mashup played for the third time. Nick seemed to be giving her phone the evil eye, at the moment. She didn’t blame him, she knew his dislike for Glee and having to hear a song from the show three time wasn’t pretty. Natalie was sure that Nick, given the chance, would sue her for cruel and unusual punishment.
Well, it wasn’t like that law suit would succeed anyway. Thank you freedom of expression.
"So you guys were having weird problems with electronics too? I know exactly what you're talking about. It happened to me just last night," A man’s voice said suddenly, barging into the world Nick and Natalie seemed to be in. Natalie let out a yelp of shock and out of pure impulse swung her hand to the direction of the voice.
Throughout the bakery, the sound of Natalie’s hand meeting a stranger’s cheek was heard.
Two Worlds collide
Suddenly the bakery was not only getting a little crowded but it also started to get too loud for Adrian’s taste. He may not have a problem with noise or even being around lots of people but when they aren’t his friends and are just a bunch of random strangers it was different. Certain words did catch his attention though and even reminded Adrian of some troubles he’d been having as well, but just like that day he simply laughed and played it off as random malfunctions. Things took a hilarious turn though, when the man got slapped and Adrian's laughter exploded throughout the bakery.
Gavin "Rhodey" Rhodes
The girl's first reaction to Rhodey's comments was an unpleasant one. She wound up her hand and gave Rhodey an embarrassingly loud smack across his face. It was mortifying for the young rockstar-to-be. He had a show tonight and now his face had a chance to be swollen. To make matters worse he even heard someone laughing at him.
"What the," he began while massaging his face. "That was uncalled for and painful."
The whole concept of why she smacked him was still a mystery. He had no idea that he was acting a bit creepy, though to be fair, it was unusual for anybody to smack Rhodey. Most people just thought he was too... what was the word, ah yes, adorable. Well, his fans did at least, doesn't that count for something? Apparently not it would seem. It dawned on him after a little bit that this whole mess could have been his fault entirely. He didn't really want to apologize, at least, not with words. Pulling out his wallet, he rummaged through to find two passes for his band. They were intended for last night, but it was the same venue and the passes weren't for the show, instead they were for his band's friends to come to any show sponsoring them. Immediately, he began to apologize.
"Okay, so maybe that was a bit too sudden, I'm sorry. And this may seem sudden as well, but would these," he held the passes in front of himself. "a couple of VIP passes to a concert tonight make up for it?"
Kali was surprised to see the girl behind the counter suddenly unplug the cash register, but not surprised enough to miss the girl's return compliment. "Aw, thanks so much!" She twisted her hips to make her skirt twirl a bit around her. She then handed the girl $15. "Keep the change, OK?" She offered with a smile.
“Oh, hell. That’s awful. Are you alright?”
It was a voice. Very little more could be said about it. It was distorted somewhat by the speaker of the phone and it was clear that the speaker possessed some kind of Scottish accent. She was also female, or at least the voice suggested such a thing.
“Yes, I’m fine. I’ve told you, I never knew him all that well. My grandmèr-” the second voice, a soft and distinctly feminine twang to every word, halted. Her mind raced, a brief moment of confusion before she corrected herself. “My grandmother is taking it the worst, as you might expect, and my father after that. I can’t help but feel somewhat apathetic, although I dare not say it in front of my family.”
“What about David? Has he arrived yet or is he still on the plane?”
“Neither. He keeps saying that he’ll be here as soon as he can but I have a feeling he won’t show up at all. I think I miss him more than anyone else here.”
A woman perched on the edge of her bed, sinking into the comfortable if gaudy looking mattress with her legs hanging over the wooden foot railing. The room she sat in was a spare room and possessed many typical traits of such. It was flowery and pink, rarely used but still possessing a somewhat musty smell. Noémi held a grey mobile phone up to her ear, the smooth, almost musical worlds wafting from the speaker. Her hair, loose and unkempt, shielded half of the communication device from sight.
The voice over the phone spoke with an accent. It was different from Noémi’s, faint but clearly quite Scottish, and was obviously from a woman. Noémi had missed this voice almost as much as she would have missed her family if they were not here with her. Her name was Susie and was probably Noémi’s closest friend back at her lodgings in England. She had settled Noémi into her student housing, helped her around the remarkably confusing campus grounds and had introduced her to British culture. In Noémi’s mind Susie was a genius, and without her she would have never discovered the infamous “deep-fried Mars bar”. She could never quite tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but it was a curiosity none the less.
The two women spoke for a few minutes more, although they both wanted to keep it as brief as possible. International calls were a nightmare for both cost and connection. Susie wanted to be sure that Noémi was holding up with the recent death in the family and Noémi wanted to make sure that her friend hadn’t wrecked her flat building since she had been gone. Despite Susie being the more experienced one out of the two roommates she was certainly not the most responsbile. Thankfully both of them were in a relatively decent state despite the separation and they both put down the phone relieved that their friend on the other side of the world was perfectly safe.
This was the first step in Noémi’s slow crawl through the day, trying to find things to occupy her time while she waited for her plane trip back home. She hadn’t even been in the city for a week yet and the days were already moving slower than Noémi could have ever imagined. New York should have been the centre of entertainment, but everything costed more than she could afford. Noémi was not oozing money from every pore, having spent more than she would have liked on the plane tickets, and her parents were too fearful of seeming insensitive that they refused to leave grandmother alone. She in turn refused to leave the house, meaning that in the end only Noémi and her siblings were willing to go out into the “fresh” air.
Noémi felt stranded here, trapped by her family’s grief.
Sightseeing was her only form entertainment. The buildings could be quite pretty across the city, especially around the area of Central Park. Then there was the park itself, a place which Noémi seemed to stumble to just about every single day. The summer sun was warm here, and the breeze kicked at her hair. Twice she had come here just to lie down and rest, and today was the third time. Noémi felt relief the moment her shoes crumpled the green grass.
There were paths to follow, weaving around the small knolls and occasional tree, but Noémi had chosen to ignore them. She hummed as she walked, taking in the sights and the sounds of central New York. Central Park continued to remind her of an oasis, a sea of green amongst an expanse of grey.
So she sat, legs outstretched and arms in her lap. Noémi felt the weight of her rucksack lift as she slipped it off and put it to the side, arms no longer digging into her shoulders. Finally she was comfortable, and watching the people travel by proved interesting enough.
At times Noémi had contemplated making some new friends. Her siblings were amusing in small doses, but her university trip had regrettably distanced herself from them. Many people seemed to find the American people obnoxious, but Noémi saw them the same as anyone else. Tentatively intriguing but ultimately bland, as much as it pained her to think. She had found a few people who seemed pleasant, mostly from watching groups on escapades such as this, but Noémi had never worked up the courage to speak to any of them. It would be a fleeting relationship no matter how one looked at it. Today she would be here, but next fortnight she would not, and it made the idea seem pointless.
Feeling somewhat peckish, Noémi slowly pulled down the zip of her rucksack and pulled out a small Clingfilm wrapped object. She pulled away the plastic and, slowly, began to nibble on the crust of a slice of brown bread.
Gavin "Rhodey" Rhodes
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