Thread: Casey & Magnar Who: Casey Carter and Magnar Maximoff (kickin' it old school with the alliterative names, bitches) When: March 26, mid-morning, I'm assuming there's some class-skipping going on Where: Outside the MacTaggert building What: Magnar offered cigarettes, and Casey could use one. So she agreed to meet him.
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If Casey was being honest with herself, this was all completely overwhelming.
It wasn't that she was a big softy under the bravado. Geez. But she was only fifteen, and she was in a new place where everyone had powers and she was being watched by grownups. She'd been raised in a place where her mother basically ignored her, and then she ran her own show for two years after running away. She didn't understand adult supervision and she didn't want to, but the trouble was, the deal here was so good that she couldn't afford to run away again right now. She had a comfortable bed, a roof over her head... and food. Lots of food. She wouldn't have to sleep in alleyways anymore, and that was pretty cool, she just didn't think she liked this whole idea of rules.
And then there was this creepy guy telling her that he thought he knew who her dad was? Already? Suddenly? What the fuck was that. She's there for less than twenty-four hours and someone, through this crazy superpowered network, thought that he knew who her dad was. She'd gone her whole life without knowing who her dad was. And now, she didn't just have a vague idea, she had a name. A name that she'd never heard. She felt all ... all vulnerable and weird.
So, she really needed Magnar for that fucking cigarette.
She was wearing a hooded sweatshirt over a ripped t-shirt and jeans that were ripped even more, and none of it really fit. She was used to swiping clothes out of Goodwill donation bins----not because she felt bad about shoplifting, but because it was easier. She filled up a massive bag with whatever she wanted in the middle of the night, tried stuff on, took what she wanted and threw out the rest. Besides, all her belongings had to fit in a backpack... so she always had this hobo look about her these days.
"Hey." She caught up to him, assuming this was the guy who'd said to meet her. She looked him over, scratching the side of her nose. "Magnar?"