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Tweak says, "we're all a little crazy here"

Illyana Nicolievna Rasputina (ex_darkchyld899) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-26 21:17:00

Entry tags:

!dropped, day 17, dean winchester, illyana rasputin, location: clock tower, open

Day 17: 8:30 am
Who: Illyana and OTA
What: Waiting for a Cajun that isn't gonna show
Where: In front of the Clock Tower
When: Day 17, 8:30 AM
Rating: um...pg for now, will change if it goes further
Status: Active

Okay, okay, so it wasn't first thing in the morning, but Illyana was trudging outside as soon as she was awake enough to remember that she'd promised Gambit a meeting. She ran her fingers through her hair, deciding that she had to go rooting around later today for a comb of some sort, and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. After pulling on her sandals, she was out and heading toward the clock tower. She'd sort of noticed the monitors around town as she walked, but wasn't quite awake enough to really pay attention to them. TV wasn't usually her thing, anyway, unlike the rest of her teammates, who would never miss their favorite show. What they saw in Magnum, she didn't quite understand.

She came to a stop outside the clock tower and frowned. There was no one around that she could see. "Hello?" she called, eyes darting around for signs of movement. "Gambit? You around?" When she didn't hear a reply, she sighed and plunked herself down on the grass, nearer to the road than the building, and pulled out her journal to scrawl a quick note to the other mutant. She hoped he wouldn't keep her waiting long.

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ex_darkchyld899
2009-07-27 05:54 pm UTC (link)

Illyana had just settled down properly to wait, legs crossed like a grade-schooler, when she heard a male voice call out. The man came into view a moment later. Didn't sound remotely French, so she figured it probably wasn't Gambit. She hauled herself to her feet, regarding the man warily. Not that she couldn't summon a stepping disc from a sitting position, but her training wouldn't let her just sit there as a stranger approached.

"I'm fine," she said, brushing the dirt off her jeans. "Just waiting for someone." She shrugged. "I was new yesterday." She offered a polite smile. "But thanks for asking."

Rahne would kick her for being rude. That thought, while bringing a slightly warmer smile to her face, prompted Illyana to offer her hand to the man. "Illyana Rasputin. And you are?"

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