Mike Renko (m_renko) wrote in omega_reality, @ 2011-12-19 20:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2011 12, dead: kensi blye, dead: mike renko |
RP: Kensi and Mike
Who:Kensi and Mike
Where:The Farm
When: December 19
Summary: Mike runs into Kensi
After the slight setback with the Christmas lights, Mike was slowly gaining control of his so called power. Sounds still varied from loud to louder while light went from bright to brighter, but he could block the sensations most of the time by focusing on one or two impressions. The sound of a single voice or the sight of touch of something against his skin or fingers. Fingering his keys sometimes helped during meetings, feeling each sharp edge against the tip of his fingers. Sometime he'd put something else in his pocket to use as a distraction.
He was venturing further and further out on the grounds when he had the chance, testing his new senses. At what distance could he still hear the people at the farm? How far could he follow a bird in flight? (Pretty damn far it turned out.) If he'd dared attempt it, he would have tried to shoot to see how this affected his aim, but the mere memory of the sound of a gun was enough to keep him from that particular experiment. Maybe with a silencer? He'd have to think about that more.
He was heading back from one of his excursions when he saw Kensi come out of the house. "Hey there," he greeted her with a smile. "How are you?"