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Tweak says, "Rarr."

Rielle McKenzie (justlikeflying) wrote in genome_project,
@ 2012-12-09 23:25:00

Entry tags:

december 2012, rielle mckenzie, scout collins

Who: Rielle and Scout
What: it's a surprise, but it isn't fun!
Where: the SUBWAY
When: tonight, yo
Rated: there's some swears
Extra info: THIS IS OUR CHALLENGE POST!
Status: Complete

Okay. This was happening. Or, going to happen. Yes, yes it was. She was almost there. A few more steps and she'd be in her very first Subway station. It was a lot harder than it looked, though. For starters, she was wearing a gaudy pair of heels that weren't exactly made for comfortably and safely walking down stone stairways. It was definitely a balancing act as she made her way down without once using the handrail to steady herself. If anything was dirty, that was bound to be it. And Rielle was determined to get on and off without touching anything she didn't absolutely have to.

There. Her heel touched the tiled floor and she sighed a breath of relief. A quick glance around told her that she was virtually alone. There was another person somewhere in her peripheral wearing something dark-- a hoodie, maybe. She eyed him nervously, but kept her vision forward, eyes on the prize. The train was due any minute, five at the latest, and she wasn't going to let some creepy stranger psyche her out of this. As long as he left her alone-- and he very well should, as anyone with knowledge of a class system would see she was clearly out of his league-- she'd be alright.

But just for the record, it definitely was exactly what she thought it was. Dirty. She might not have spotted a bum yet, but she had time.

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flirty
2012-12-10 04:51 am UTC (link)

In the shadows of the station, where a bulb had burnt out and been subsequently forgotten centuries ago, Scout stood with his hands in his pockets. The chill in the air had him hunching his shoulders and had his hood pulled up over his head. He needed to catch the next train to make his appointment with an especially impatient man about his supply. But, Scout rode the line enough to know he had a little bit of time to kill. He sighed and leaned against the cold, tiled wall, wondering how he could pass the time.

A series of clicks began to echo through the station and Scout turned to watch a girl - young, attractive - who was wearing an outrageous vest and heels that looked painful - as she descended the stairs. A rich girl. You could tell by the way she held her head and the nervous glance she shot at the man in the shadows, and by the look of disgust on her face.

Scout smiled. He knew what he could do. Yawning, he pushed himself off the wall and walked toward the platform. Nearer the girl than before, he sat in a bench scrawled with graffiti. Sounds of cars overhead filtered down, but otherwise, it was silent in the little station.

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justlikeflying
2012-12-10 05:12 am UTC (link)

The seconds were counting down in Rielle's head. One by one, she ticked them off, concentrating on that and only that. In a weird way, it seemed to be helping. Her heart was skipping a beat with every sound she heard, but she wasn't about to let a few cars going over them scare her out of proving her point. She wasn't as prissy and sheltered as Aaron thought she was. He wasn't going to win this. Nope.

After 186 seconds, she pulled out her phone. No one had texted. No one knew where she was, otherwise she'd have messages left and right asking her how she was doing and whether or not she'd backed out yet. No, she'd waited to tell people, just to make sure she could do it. She shook her head determinedly, and shoved her phone back in her purse.

The man moved. Her heart hammered in her chest. He was walking toward her. Then, he was sitting on the bench near her. She frowned and turned to face him, to see just what he looked like. She was surprised to see he wasn't bad looking. If he was a bum -- and he sort of looked like it -- then he was the sexiest bum she'd ever seen.

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flirty
2012-12-10 05:23 am UTC (link)

Scout's long legs were crossed at the ankle and his hands were still stuffed deep in his jacket pockets. He watched the back of the girl's head and dipped to her arms - as he puzzled out the way she was gripping her bag and how he might best -

She looked at him. Even though his hood was pulled over his face, Scout knew she could see it. She'd be able to recognize him. But, he wasn't worried. He had a plan for that. Unfazed, he looked at her as she looked at him. He smiled easily, then turned his attention to the clock that hung over the platform as if the time mattered to him.

Then, as if prompted by the clock, he stood again and walked past the girl to stand on the edge of the platform. He looked into the black of the tunnel and stepped back a foot or two. He was still several arm lengths away from the rich girl, he knew without looking. He heaved a sigh, feigning impatience. His breath misted in front of his face.

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justlikeflying
2012-12-10 05:31 am UTC (link)

He was moving again. Jesus Christ, did this guy know how to sit still? It was making her incredibly uncomfortable. He might have given her some kind of sexy bum smile, but she wasn't going to just let her guard down because a poor guy flashed his teeth at her. She could relate to his impatience, though. This dang train was taking forever.

She shifted her back to her other arm and flattened her hair. The train was going to come whizzing on through and mess it up, she just knew it. Her first ride on the subway and she was going to fit right in. Rielle wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but she wasn't exactly happy about it either way.

Echoing his sigh, she went into her purse again. This time, she was looking for a hair brush, just to be prepared. It was somewhere at the bottom though.

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flirty
2012-12-10 05:49 am UTC (link)

She was on edge. That could either work for or against him. He'd find out which here in a minute or so. As was his routine, he'd been as careful as he could be entering the station to keep his face pointed away from the cameras he knew to be burrowed into the walls around him and the girl. Not that Scout was always planning something sinister - it was just - he didn't want any more trouble than was necessary.

Tugging on his hood, the man smiled to himself as he heard the train approaching. It was still a bit away, but it was coming. He glanced backward over his shoulder to find the girl digging distractedly in her purse for something. He took another half-step back.

The nose of the train rushed by, kicking up all kinds of debris. Scout ignored it. Closing his eyes briefly, he imagined what he wanted to look like: a tall, thin man of indeterminate ethnicity, middle-aged, with large dark eyes and dark hair.

He felt his body restructure itself. To the girl behind him, it probably looked like he was shivering violently. Then, the man turned sharply on his heel and took one long step to reach the girl. A bony elbow came up to knock her hard in the face. Scout had the bag in his arms - she'd let go of it easily enough - and he rushed onto the waiting train. The doors closed behind him.

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justlikeflying
2012-12-10 06:05 am UTC (link)

One minute Rielle was digging around in her bag, kindly (?) ignoring the stranger that seemed to be trying to bond with her over the slowness of the train. The next minute, she was on the ground. She hadn't even seen her attacker. It could have been anyone, honestly, though signs definitely pointed to that bum who'd been standing near her. Still, someone could have rushed off and back on the train. Was it likely? Probably not. It was most definitely that bum.

She couldn't really focus on remembering his face, though. Her head was pounding and her nose was bleeding all over her (expensive) shirt. Wait. Bleeding? She was bleeding?! Rielle held a hand to her nose for a moment, then looked down. Okay, so it was definitely her nose that was gushing the red liquid. But then why did her eye hurt? She held her clean hand to the side of her face. Her cheek, right under her left eye was starting to swell.

Mother fucker. What a disaster. This was why she didn't ride the subway. It might not have been as dirty, or homeless filled as she predicted, but apparently it had more crime than she'd originally accounted for. She reached for her purse to call for a ride, but it wasn't there.

She'd been mugged. Great. Tears sprung to her eyes before she realized what was happening. She quickly made a small effort to wipe off as much blood as possible before heading for the stairs.

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