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Psylocke (psylocke_betsy) wrote in silverage,
@ 2011-06-01 08:32:00

Entry tags:

!log, betsy braddock, cinderella

Who: Betsy and OTA
Where: NYC
When: Wednesday Afternoon
What: Taking a stroll up 5th Ave.
Rating: TBD
Open?: Yes

Betsy Braddock walked down the tree lined sidewalk of 5th Avenue. She slowed her pace now and again to look into the windows of the high-end stores as she passed them. Currently she was passing the window of Tiffany's. She stopped infront of the display window and stared in. She mentally noted that this was exactly like the scene in Breakfast at Tiffany's, except of course that she was not Audrey Hepburn. However seeing as, by some means she couldn't explain, that was had been transported through time back to the 60's, she just might run into Ms. Hepburn. Betsy wished she could take some excitment or pleasure out of her inexplicable time travel, but in truth it only worried her. She had no idea how to came to be in 1964, and worse she had no idea if any of the other X-Men from the present had come along for the ride.

In the few weeks she'd been in the past she'd managed to find a place to stay, but now she needed to find a means of employment. Before she joined the X-Men she has worked as a freelance assasin, but the idea of going back to that kind of life left a bad taste in Betsy's mouth. The only bright spot so far had been the clothes. As a girl who loved retro styles Betsy was highly enjoying the fashions that used to be in thrift stores only. She wondered if the X-Mansion was around at this time in history. She knew Professor X had started his life's mission around this time. Betsy sighed and continued walking along 5th Avenue. It was then that she felt something shift in her mind. Her telepathic senses were picking up something. An energy signature that was different from the average human's around her. She wasn't sure what it meant but she was certain that someone in close proximity was just as out of place as she was.

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outofthecinders
2011-06-01 08:15 pm UTC (link)

All things considered, Cindy was having a good day. Sure, she was still to be stranded in the 60's - and not even the ones she remembered. In the past few days since her arrival she had taken her to explore the city, looking for familiar places. If there was a Fabletown here it was not where she could find it, but at least the stores were as fantastic as she remembered them. Cindy liked to think of herself as a "Glass Half Full" kind of gal. Not to mention she was a survivor - scratch that, a survivor trained by the Big Bad Wolf himself. Whatever was happening, she was going to make it.

Of course, to make it she needed a few things, such as money, a better place to stay and more clothes. Oh, and some weapons would have been nice but that could wait. She had just picked a newspaper on her way to her temporary quarters when she decided to take a detour and indulge in some window shopping. As she stopped to examine a loveluy pair of shoes, she couldn't help the feeling of being watched. She wasn't worried about it - several lifetiems as Fabletown's best segret agent had given a healthy dose of paranoia - but she remained alert even as she moved closer to the window.

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psylocke_betsy
2011-06-02 01:41 am UTC (link)

Betsy's psychic skills honed in on the energy signature she's sensed. The blonde standing not more than 15 feet from her, that was the one. She was sure of it. Now the question was what to do next. Stealth wasn't really on her side. After all, Betsy did have purple hair, it wasn't like that was something easy to hide. However faced with the prospect of finding someone else that went on an unexpected trip through time too was something she couldn't pass up. She moved with the crowd until she was standing at the same shop window as the blonde woman. She glanced out her peripheral to see if the other woman had noticed her.

By a subtle change in the other woman's body language Betsy could tell she was on to her. Well, it was now or never. She turned her head to address the other woman. "Look luv, you don't have to worry I'm not stalking you." She said in a low voice. "But you seem as out of place as I do." Betsy wasn't sure it was such a good idea to call out a perfect stranger, but if there was any chance blondie new how or why they had been pulled back in time she had to find out.

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outofthecinders
2011-06-02 12:33 pm UTC (link)

The first thing Cindy noticed as she looked at the reflection on the window was the girl's hair. Now that was something you didn't see every day in the 60's. Other than the hair, this girl seemed to be just pretty and harmless. Then again, a lot of people could say that about Cindy, and wasn't she one of the world's most deadly assassins?

She gave a barely there nod at the girl's words. Alright, Cindy was curious.

"Define 'out of place'," she said without turning.

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psylocke_betsy
2011-06-02 03:43 pm UTC (link)

For a moment Betsy thought she might have made a mistake. Perhaps the blonde woman was just as ordinary as everyone else on the street. Just another common citizen of the 60's. But over the years Betsy has learned to trust her instincts.

She stepped only a few inches closer the woman so as not to allow passers by to hear their conversation. "Come on luv I'm not bloody stupid." She said trying to coax out the answer she was looking for.

"Let's just say you have an aura that doesn't scream native." She nodded in a "knowing" manner at the woman.

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outofthecinders
2011-06-02 04:01 pm UTC (link)

"Never said you were," Cindy said with a little smile. It was not out of nastyness, but when all was said and done, Cindy didn't have a lot of female friends and thus didn't always behaved nicely with new people at first.

"In a way, I am a New york native," she said, turning to face the girl. "Just not from this time." No need to be specific for now. "Let me guess: been there, done that?"

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psylocke_betsy
2011-06-03 02:50 pm UTC (link)

Betsy shook her head, causing her purple tresses to billow in the breeze for a second. "No and no." She said answering blondie's question. "Can't say I've ever been pulled back in time before." Her eyes shifted back to the crowd and the building for a moment before returning to meet the other woman's gaze. "Never been in sodding NYC either."

She stepped closer to the other woman again and sighed. "Sorry forgot my manners, the name is Betsy." She held out a hand to the blond woman. "Formerly of Great Britian. If you couldn't tell already. I take it you don't have any idea how or why we were were blasted back to 1964?"

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outofthecinders
2011-06-03 03:57 pm UTC (link)

"Can't say this has happened to me before," Cindy said. She wasn't lying. Re-visiting the Homelands had been like stepping out of time, but at least she had done so by her own free will. Now this was an entire new experience. "And New York is a great to live. Or at least it was back in the future."

"Cynthia," she said, shaking the offered hand. "You can call me Cindy. And I'm afraid my guess is as good as yours."

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