Layla Miller (stuffknown) wrote in bemarvelous, @ 2011-06-01 10:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! incomplete, ! log, character: layla miller, character: st. john allerdyce |
Who: St. John Allerdyce and Layla Miller.
What: St. John's bit of arson leads Layla to find him.
Where: Mutant Town.
When: Wednesday afternoon.
The basis of X-Factor Investigations was to investigate and take care of anything mutant-related. From finding mutants, to handling those that had strayed into criminal ways, to give runaways a safe place to go. Every morning, Layla's day started off with a phone call relating to something some mutant did — usually illegally, usually with criminal intent. It was common knowledge by her teammates that Layla wasn't the best person to talk with those that called in — especially those that had a poor outlook with mutants, or didn't quite understand them. Layla was blunt - to the point, immediately - and didn't try and console or tip toe around any matter. Business was business. And today, there was an arsonist on her hands! Normally, she waited for Jamie or any other person on the team to be involved in the case. Layla didn't know any unarmed self-defense, and the only "weapons" she had happened to be a bottle of pepper spray and a taser. But when she received a phone call about some mutant stirring up trouble in the form of fire, Layla knew who it was — or, to lesser the strength of the word "knew," she had an inkling of who it might be. She left the office on time (a rarity, really), locked the door behind her and went on her way. She walked down the streets of Mutant Town, keeping an eye out for any sign of him. After crossing a few more streets, a noise erupted in an alley nearby. The sound of footfalls, the clatter and bang of metal trashcans against the concrete. Layla both quickened and quieted her steps as she approached the corner of the alley, slowing to a stop so she could peer over the corner and into the back street. She saw a man, but from this distance she couldn't tell if it was him or not — after all, even the girl who knew everything could be mistaken once in a while. Not wanting to lose sight of him, Layla took the chance. She stepped out from the cover of the building's corner and started taking slow steps down the alley. Her hand went down to clutch the lower part of her messenger bag's strap, in case she needed to make any rash movements. A few steps into the alley and she called out his name (correctly, mind you!), "St. John?" |