Rika Hiraki (rika_hiraki) wrote in viewing_globe, @ 2009-09-10 03:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-31, desmond, rika |
WHO Desmond and Rika
WHAT Desmond wasting time and Rika venturing out of her apartment
WHEN August 31st, slightly after mid-afternoon
WHERE Outside the apartments
Desmond had donned one of his least favorite outfits, a red affair that he knew was flattering on him -- but not particularly eye catching. He had a date with Angela later that evening -- the idea making him feel warm and strange on the inside -- and he wanted to look good then. Wearing anything impressive now might ruin his effect later. He was wondering just what one should do on a proper date -- he'd slept with plenty of women, but in terms of courting one-- well, he was in the dark. He was so lost in his thoughts that he collided directly into someone, his mind too far away to watch where he was going. "Oi!" he cried, more out of surprise than anger, and nearly lost his footing completely, just barely catching himself in time.
Rika had, more or less, spent most of the day sorting through magazines and doing absolutely nothing constructive. While the Blue Ranger normally wasn't the type to waste a day, she wasn't feeling any sort of creative vibe. Sketching, doodling, or doing anything artistic was out. She wasn't in the mood to work out. It left very little to do, which had been a rather sad realization on her part.
Still, eventually she knew she had to venture out of her apartment and see the outside world. The magazines hadn't provided any enlightening muses, which meant that she had to face reality and see if that sparked anything. Eyes nearly closed, she squinted and nearly yelled in surprise herself as she bumped into someone. "Sorry! God, I need sunglasses today."
Desmond normally would have retorted something snotty --yes you do. Why don't you get on that mate?-- or -- well that doesn't do me any bloody good now, does it? You've mussed my outfit!-- but the brunette man was in better spirits than he had been in ages and instead he looked down at the smaller woman, an apologetic and almost sincere smile on his face. "Oh, I wasn't really looking love. I'm sorry. Didn't hurt you did I?" He asked it nicely, his tone not precisely concerned, but at least offering to be. "It is bloody sunny out. I should have worn me shades." He lifted one hand to his brow to peer down at the ranger before him. He recognized her -- as he recognized anyone he saw on campus now and again, and his smile grew a little wider. "You're a blue aren't you, for um... Oh sod it, I'm terrible at teams." Besides, the only reason he really knew she was a blue was thanks to the color of her shirt. Not that he ever obeyed the dress code. It was a wonder he hadn't been discharged just yet.
"You're one of those brilliant types then, eh?" He teased a little and took a step back. "I'm Desmond. Guess if I'm going to go around smashing into people I ought at least let them know who's just assaulted them."
Rika laughed lightly, shaking her head. "It takes a lot more than that to hurt me, but thanks for asking." She bruised easily, but a simple bump wasn't nearly enough to bruise. It was only enough to surprise her and warrant teasing back on her part. The guy who she had knocked into seemed happy enough, so it hardly seemed like he would mind a bit of teasing.
"I'm a Blue for Detroit. I - I'm not sure what team you're on or what color, sorry." Rika's immediate instinct was that he didn't fit red, but there was the dress code and all. Considering some of her favorite shirts were black or white, she really hated the dress code at times. Having outfits for in her apartment and out of her apartment was a bit ridiculous. Still, Rika was rather set on picking her battles strategically. She didn't care enough to fight about the dress code when a simple shirt change would keep her in good favors.
Rika grinned, shrugging at the teasing suggestion of brilliance. She really didn't mind that preconception as it was. She raised an eyebrow, shrugging. "Nice to meet you, Desmond. I'm Rika. Since I'm brainy and all, it was smart to tell me your name after assaulting me. Wouldn't want me to melt you with my mind or anything like that."
"I'm a black ranger- for New York." He returned easily, glancing down at his shirt. He always threw people off with that, and while at times it delighted him to no end -- it could also lead to trouble, should someone decide to report him. "I um, also design clothes, so I can't stand to be in just black all the time." He grinned a little cheekily, and then shoved his hands into the pockets of his too-tight jeans, leaning back on his heels to watch her. She seemed nice enough, jovial, talkative -- and today was a lovely day. He had a... girlfriend... who he was going to take out and woo tonight, it was sunny enough out at the moment -- though there was rumor of a rain storm approaching for nightfall, and he was conversing with someone who seemed nice enough. Killing time before his date.
Her next words caught him off guard however and he did a double take. "Melt me with your mind?!" His voice was shrill -- the tones of a monty python character, shocked and incredulous. "Just what is your spirit power? Don't tell me you've got the ability to off me with just your thoughts. Otherwise I'll be steering clear of you for a while mate." He was half joking, but he felt a wave of jealousy. All he could do was regenerate limbs -- a power which, in and of itself, was useful only in battle, and not as an offense. "You can't, can you?"
Rika chuckled as he looked down at his shirt, and then proceeded to blink a few times in an attempt to get her eyes to adjust more to being outside. There was no real point in discussing a shirt if it was mostly looking like a random shiny red blob. "Black Ranger wearing a red shirt who designs clothes. That's a new one. Has anyone ever gotten upset over the whole 'not sticking to dress code' bit? I have this brilliant white shirt and I can't wear it out of my apartment. If you're getting away with it..."
Still, Rika had the worst time not cracking up laughing when he took her seriously about the idea of melting his mind. "I was kidding. I can't melt you or your brain. I'm just psychokinetic." Rika glanced around on the ground, spotting a small rock. She held her hand out, levitating it up in front of Desmond as if to show her point. She could levitate larger things, but it seemed better to stick to small for an example.