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Tom Bronson ([info]wildcatjr) wrote in [info]wariscoming,
@ 2011-02-17 09:32:00

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Entry tags:kitty pryde/shadowcat, tom bronson

Who: Tom Bronson and OTA
What: Playing guitar on a corner.
When: Let’s say early afternoon.
Where: Random street corner. Quite probably near a deli or other takeout food place, since it’s around lunch hour and thus, lots of people that could pay a couple bucks for the music.
Warnings: Probably none.
Status: Incomplete

Welcome to the Jungle, indeed. Tom hated to admit it, but it seemed that in this case, Axl Rose was wrong. This jungle had neither fun, nor games. Giant marshmallow people, the apocalypse, and ridiculously overwrought proposals of love from out of nowhere, those it had. Those it had in spades. But fun and games seemed to be in pretty short supply. Not that Tom was really surprised about that. It was the apocalypse, and even if his Catholicism was so lapsed it could be called dead, he was pretty sure that nowhere in the Book of Revelations did it say, “And then they all stopped and played GoldenEye for like three days.” Although that would be a much better way to decide the fate of the world, in his opinion. Then again, he was born the same year as Nintendo. Could he be blamed for believing that videogames could solve most problems?

Well, videogames and music. He was pursuing the latter right now. He’d skipped out on fighting the giant marshmallow guy, largely because the rest of the JSA wasn’t here for him to depend on and he was still kind of self-conscious to fight in front of other, more established and experienced heroes. Especially Superboy. The guy had died a freaking legend, there was no way Tom was throwing down side-by-side with him without a little practice and prep time first. Besides, much as he felt kind of weird to admit it, the JSA had become almost like a family to him, and their sudden lack of presence here was making him twitchy. Tom found he even missed his dad more than he thought he would, now that he couldn’t just hop a cab or a friendly teleporter and go see him. He didn’t miss Magog being a giant toolbag, but it was kind of hard to miss that douchenozzle.

Instead, he’d focused on securing a place to stay. He was no stranger to taking care of himself, so once he actually had a place to hang his nonexistent hat, he could handle himself fine. He’d just been missing that first key ingredient: A place. Technically he still was, although he had found temporary shelter in an unused studio apartment he’d broken into through the window. One thing about his werepanther form was that it made outdoor high-altitude B&E a lot easier. All he’d had to do was jump from a nearby roof, dig three of his claws into the sides of the building, and then use the claws on his remaining free hand to slip between the window and the latch and unlock it. It was his first B&E, but not his first time picking a lock, and the candles he’d stolen the next day to avoid tipping the landlord off through electricity use weren’t his first shoplifting experience. He hadn’t done any of these things in a very long time, but what could he say? His past was not pristine and he didn’t really find that problematic. Everybody rebelled as a teen, he just may have done it a little harder than most. And at least the skills learned during his teenage rebellion were coming in handy now.

The next step was getting money, because while he was okay with crashing in the apartment for now, he knew it wouldn’t last. Eventually the landlord would notice that someone was using an apartment that was supposed to be empty and would call the cops to kick the squatter out. Ideally Tom wanted to have made enough money by then that he wouldn’t need to squat in the cramped apartment, but if he hadn’t, he at least needed some kind of income. It was easier to haggle with a landlord if you could actually pay the lower price, after all. Problem was Tom wasn’t what you would call uniquely qualified for many positions. He was a young artist, which was to say that he was coasting on mom’s money and, after she died, the inheritance while he wrote and performed music, drew, wrote short stories, and tried to figure out what he wanted to do with his life. He could handle regular household work like cooking, cleaning, and minor household DIY repairs, but that was about it. He was good with a guitar, though. He was good with paints and a pencil, too, but that was less marketable until he could get a drawing table and get cracking on a few of the graphic novel ideas bouncing around in his head.

Without anything resembling a fake ID, let alone a package deal that could pass a pre-employment background check, most jobs were out. He couldn’t even get a job at a music store. So even though he felt bad about it, Tom had to resort to his teen-rebel-born illicit skills once again. He really did intend to pay for the guitar when he had the opportunity, but he needed the guitar to make the money he would need to pay for it, so he figured it wasn’t quite as bad as straight up stealing the thing. It was a nice guitar, too. Acoustic of course, made of a sturdy wood with a comfortable groove. He’d also “borrowed” the case to go with it, and was now sitting behind the opened case, with the guitar in his lap. He’d been playing for a few hours already, but wasn’t making much money. There were a few dollars in the case and maybe five in change, but that was definitely not what he wanted to see. He wanted to see enough that rent for even a crappy place wouldn’t be a pipe dream, but so far that wasn’t looking good. As he strummed an acoustic version of Metallica’s Nothing Else Matters, Tom idly wondered what he was supposed to do if he ran into a demon. He wasn’t even really sure how to identify them. For all he knew, a demon may very well have been one of the ones to throw a dollar into his little guitar case turned makeshift lockbox, not that he would have cared much right now. So long as it didn’t cost him his soul or require him to kill anyone or anything, demon money spent just as well as everyone else’s.

He had a feeling looking the part of the starving artist helped. He hadn’t been able to secure a change of clothes yet, which meant spending what little of the pocket money he’d had on him on the laundromat, but he’d already used all that up. For the past three days he’d been washing his clothes in the sink, which was better, he presumed, than nothing. Still, it left his clothes smelling just a little bit like dish soap, a smell he would hopefully be able to get out once he was able to regularly use the laundromat again. It also meant that there was no color protection and everything was starting to look sort of faded. His skin-tight t-shirt, once black, was starting to look a sort of graphite gray, and his jeans were fading to a point just past stylish. There was also a hole in the right knee, but that was for style. Other than that, all he had to his name were the pair of black chucks and the tan, fur-lined Sherpa jacket he’d been wearing when he got here.

As the end of Nothing Else Matters faded from his ears, Tom took a moment to decide on a new tune and began to play, relaxing a little more against the building he was sitting against. An amused little smirk played across his face as he strummed out the first few chords of Welcome to the Jungle, hoping it might get him a little more money than the lesser known Metallica piece.



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[info]phasinghalfpint
2011-02-18 05:36 am UTC (link)
Kitty had been going through some things. Pretty much everyone that had been around had to have known it by now. She was moving on, though. She didn't have much of a choice in the matter, really. She couldn't stay hung up on Mike forever. Sure, she still thought about him, and maybe she was even tempted to text or call him a few times. She was doing good, though. She was trying to keep busy. This morning she'd gone on a run and though she had pushed herself pretty hard it had really helped. She felt better after the run. She was going to have to get back into a routine. She was going to have to keep herself doing things that were healthy. She wasn't going to wallow, most of all.

Kitty had never thought this would be how she'd end up when she had first arrived in Lawrence. She hadn't even thought that she'd be here this long. It was still a bit of a shock to her system. Now, she was at the point that this place had become normal for her. She wasn't expecting that she would leave for quite some time, honestly. This was home. As bizarre as it was, she was home. She had friends here that she cared about, she had continued living. That was what you did. There was an advantage to the complex existing, though. It made things so much easier, honestly. If the complex hadn't existed Kitty wasn't sure what she would have done, honestly. She was glad for everything that she had gone through here, a lot of it had been eye opening and it hadn't been as hard as it could have been. Being here was definitely interesting.

In her attempt to keep herself busy, Kitty had kept busy. First, she'd spent a few hours dancing. It had been difficult because it made her think of home and it made her think of Mike, but the soreness that had settled into her after she'd finished felt wonderful. Her stomach was sore as were her legs and it was familiar. It was on a whim that Kitty had decided she wanted to go out and get something for lunch. She'd just donned a simple pair of jeans along with a black shirt and her favorite green hoodie to head out. She didn't think that she had anyone to impress while she was getting lunch. The music she'd heard had been what had caused her to choose the path she did. In fact, the music distracted her from her original goal.

Hearing the music put a smile on her face. She didn't really know everything about music, but she knew what sounded good and what she could dance too. She could tell that it wasn't playing on a radio, though. It had to be live. It sounded familiar too. Kitty stopped a moment, some of her hair falling into her face as she looked around. It only took a moment to spot the guy that was playing the music. She could see his guitar case in front of him. He was playing for money; Kitty couldn't help but feel bad. She didn't even think as she made a beeline for him. As she walked, Kitty found herself reaching into her purse, pulling out a few bills. As she finally approached him, Kitty bent and dropped the bills into the open guitar case, smiling at him. That was the moment the song name came to her mind. It was almost funny when she thought about the current situation of so many. "Great song." Kitty couldn't help but sway a bit to the music. "You're really good." She didn't think anything of making conversation with the stranger. It was more likely that a demon would attempt to sneak up on her than anything else. Sure, she still had the fear, but she was trying not to think about her experience with being kidnapped. It was better for her to just...stay away from that as far as she was concerned.

As she looked at the guy sitting behind the guitar case Kitty couldn't help but think that he looked familiar. "You look really familiar..." It escaped before she could even think and then it hit her like a ton of bricks. "Are you...Arthur? Didn't we butt heads on the communication boards?" Kitty asked because she was a little confused. Arthur hadn't seemed the type that sat outside playing the guitar...

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[info]wildcatjr
2011-02-18 06:23 am UTC (link)
Tom was starting to think that maybe he was going to have to rely on his less savory skills for the foreseeable future. Thing about playing on a corner was that it wasn't anywhere near as profitable as it was usually shown to be on TV. If you picked your location and time correctly, you could make some pocket money, but if you needed money to survive you probably weren't going to get it playing songs on a street corner. If you were lucky, you got heard by the manager of some bar or bowling alley or two-bit hotel who would maybe hire you to play their place, but the chances of getting enough to make rent, utilities, and groceries on that were slim.

Still, beggars couldn't be choosers, and right now he was pretty much a beggar. He just did it more creatively than the stereotypical guy with a coffee can or cardboard sign. Like a lot of beggars, he didn't initially notice much about the girl that gave him money beyond a rough description of what she was wearing - green hoodie and black shirt stood out - and that she was kinda cute. When she didn't move on he tilted his face up toward her to give her a grateful smile, which was both genuine and an important bit of the routine. If someone gave you money and then waited to listen to the music, they wanted to see some sort of acknowledgment from you. It was only fair. The glance proved that his initial impression of her was correct, she was kinda cute. More importantly, she had an appreciation for live music, which any musician could appreciate. The fact that she'd dropped a few bills didn't hurt either.

Most people usually didn't start conversations with their street performers, though. That caught his attention, but not in a bad way. When she commented on his song choice, he couldn't keep the wry smirk from his face as he answered, "If the shoe fits..." He continued to play as he talked, his fingers remembering where they needed to be without him really directing them. He gave her a genuine smile at the compliment. "Thanks. Not selling out the Garden, but y'know." Then things got weird. She kept looking at him like she was trying to figure something out, and a second later she was calling him by some other name. "Uh, nope, sorry." Arthur? A boyfriend, maybe? Probably an ex, from the butting heads comment. "Name's Tom, and I'm pretty sure this is the first time we've met, Ms...?" He was pretty sure it was Ms., at least. She looked a little young for this Arthur guy to be a husband, though Tom supposed weirder things had happened.

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[info]phasinghalfpint
2011-02-18 06:53 am UTC (link)
Kitty hadn't expected him to smile at her, but it was nice. Kitty could appreciate someone that acknowledged those around them, and he had a nice smile too. She tried to keep a smile on her face most of the time, it was much more welcoming than a frown. It was hard to keep a smile on your face sometimes, though. She'd been doing a little less smiling lately, that'd have to change. This was a nice sort of start. This was better than her sitting around moping and deciding that she needed to drink her sorrows away. Besides, she could be friends with Mike still. He wasn't dead, she hadn't lost him forever. Things would be fine.

She needed to focus on the moment, though.

"It's really accurate for here." Kitty snorted lightly to herself. That should probably be the theme song for Lawrence. People got dragged into the jungle of a world and were expected to deal with it. It was definitely difficult to adjust at first, but most managed to do it after some time.

It was almost amazing to her that he could look up at her and play at the same time. She wasn't a musician, though. Musicians always seemed to amaze her. She couldn't fathom how people could play guitars or pianos and sing at the same time. Kitty was a dancer and the only way that she was musically inclined was when it came to feeling the music and the rhythms--that sort of thing. He had a nice smile, though. "You're welcome." Kitty nodded.

Kitty almost felt a little bit bad for staring, but it wasn't as if she were staring in a bad way or anything. She did feel bad for blurting out who she thought he was. She knew there was no way that Arthur would have been out playing the guitar. "My mistake, you look identical." She shared with a small smile. "Nice to meet you, Tom. You can forget the Ms it's just Kitty." She told him in a friendly manner. She was definitely not a girl that went by Ms. She was much more casual than that. "Sorry if thinking you were someone else was weird. Happens here sometimes....people that are pretty much identical." It was true!

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[info]wildcatjr
2011-02-18 03:15 pm UTC (link)
Tom quirked one eyebrow at Kitty's insistence that it was pretty accurate for Lawrence. Seemed kind of an odd thing to say if you weren't in the same situation Tom was. Could Kitty have been another of the dimensionally displaced? He already knew it wasn't just him. He'd talked to a few people, among them someone from apparently later in his world's timeline than he himself was, so it was entirely possible. It was one of the better theories to explain why Welcome to the Jungle had special significance to her, too.

Tom still didn't really know how to deal with all of this. The dimension stuff he could deal with. It was monumentally weird, but he knew that sort of thing happened to superheroes sometimes, so he was able to cope with that. Sure, he kind of wished he'd been sucked into a dimension full of supermodels that were allergic to clothes, or possibly a dimension where bacon was not only delicious but also healthy, but hey. He could deal with dimensional displacement. The apocalypse, on the other hand, was something he hadn't deal with. Some gaudily dressed supervillain with a doomsday weapon he could have dealt with fine, but this wasn't the same at all. This was the apocalypse. This was Revelations, and once again, lapsed though he was, the religious implications terrified him. How did you beat Lucifer? This wasn't some stupid Charlie Daniels song and it wasn't just Lucifer popping up for a few souls. This was the end of the line. How did you even fight that, let alone win?

So he'd just been ignoring it. The more immediate concern was not ending up starving to death on the street, and he wouldn't be able to focus on what he needed to do to avoid that if he was panicking about what was most likely going to be the end of all things. So he hadn't really dealt with that yet, he'd just shoved it into a little shadowed corner in his mind for later coping. Or panicking, he wasn't really sure which was more likely.

Then she said he looked identical to this Arthur guy. Now, Tom wasn't a career superhero yet. He'd just started, and in his opinion he wasn't all that good at it. He hated heights, so dramatic airdrops just weren't something he handled well, and the fighting itself, while he was pretty okay at it technically, wasn't something he took much real joy in. Maybe a little, but that was just because of all the repression he'd been doing earlier in life, he was sure of it. The point was that he wasn't a Bat, so figuring stuff out from subtle context clues wasn't usually a thing he usually did. This time, though, there was enough evidence that even Tom could figure it out. The significance of the song and her getting his little joke that he thought only dimensionally displaced people would get, topped with her talking about someone he looked identical to, pretty much cinched it for him. He darted his eyes around for a second to make sure there was no one overly close to them, lowered his voice a little, and then said, "You mean dimensional duplicates, right?"

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[info]phasinghalfpint
2011-02-18 05:28 pm UTC (link)
Anyone that had been dragged from their own world and dropped here would pretty much agree with Kitty, she was convinced of this. She didn't know if he agreed because he was one of those, though. He could have been a native from Lawrence that Arthur looked like. Part of Kitty liked that idea, actually. Arthur could be a clone of this guy. Kitty wasn't sure why, but Arthur had just rubbed her the wrong way, he had given her the wrong impression completely. Tom had gotten off to a much better start thus far. He came off much nicer and definitely far from condescending. Kitty generally got along with most people, though. It was a rare thing that she didn't like someone. Kitty wasn't willing to make a fool of herself to ask him if he was originally from here, though.

Kitty was kind of glad that she had stopped and started staring at this guy, though. It was much better than the alternative plan she had. She had been on her way to go eat lunch alone. It wasn't ever really fun to eat alone. It was always better when you had company. This was a nice kind of distraction for the moment. Kitty really wasn't in a hurry to get anywhere at all.

There were really no differences between Arthur and Tom other than the way that they handled themselves. Arthur wasn't as friendly as Tom was thus far. That made a major difference to Kitty, really. There was a difference in how they carried themselves. It was a little like Elliot and Mike. If Kitty had taken a few moments she would have noticed the shy sort of demeanor that Mike never would have had. Sure, Mike was quiet, but he wasn't shy. In her head that was the same sort of thing. As Kitty saw his eyes dart she felt the need to look around, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, but the second he spoke she blinked.

Well, maybe he had been dropped here, but if he had someone would have told him what was happening, right? The small mutant gave a nod and then tilted her head. "That's exactly what I mean, actually. Can I ask....are you a native of Lawrence or...did you show up here?" Kitty was trying to not be rude. Her tone was polite and curious. If he had been dumped here why hadn't she seen him at the complex?

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[info]wildcatjr
2011-02-18 06:45 pm UTC (link)
Tom wasn't much of a superhero. Not yet, at any rate. He could fight okay, but he was nowhere near where he needed to be to do what most experienced superheroes could. He also hadn't picked up much in the way of tactics. It was why most of Magog's arguments with his dad sounded like gibberish to him. Both of them were military men, though dad did his tours back in World War II and Magog had been serving in the middle east when Jay and Alan had recruited him. So a lot of the normal superhero stuff was still lost on him, even if he was slowly starting to pick things up.

One thing he could do, could do in spades, was think on his feet. Even before mom died, she'd been a busy single mom, so a lot of the day-to-day stuff fell to him. Thinking on your feet was pretty much necessary for taking care of yourself, especially as a kid. Schedules changed, life threw you curveballs, and you either rolled with them or you ended up in a bad way. So when he realized this conversation wasn't one that they should be having on some random street corner, he rolled with that. "Oh, y'know. I'm a tourist, just passing through."

Luckily, he was nearing the end of the song, and with a last few chords he brought it to a close. Then he stood, nodding to a few people that had stopped to listen, and said, "Sorry, folks. Fifteen minute break! You know how it is." Then he bent over to fish the money out of the case. Not only did it turn his long hair into a veil for his face and, more importantly, his lips, but it also succeeded in bringing him close enough to Kitty to mumble, "Probably not a discussion we should be having on a street corner. Diner down the street, table in a corner?" Maybe it was a little paranoid, but it was better to be safe than sorry, especially if there were demons around. No reason to let one of them overhear him branding himself as some newbie without any idea what he was doing. He might as well stamp "easy prey" right on his forehead.

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[info]phasinghalfpint
2011-02-21 03:13 am UTC (link)
It was kind of surprising that she had just....gone for food and run into someone that had been brought here. It just went to show her that there were that many of them floating about. Luck was definitely on his side if he had questions. Kitty was pretty sure that she could answer any that he had. She hadn't seen him at the complex, yet, but surely he had been set up there already? It was in her nature to try and help others. She was a superhero and she wanted to be helpful, she always had.

The brunette blinked in surprise as he said that he was a tourist. There weren't very many people that came to Kansas for a vacation. Or, those were her thoughts anyway. A lot of people thought nothing about saying things about the apocalypse and whatnot anymore. They were all so used to being here now. Strange things happened all of the time in Lawrence.

Kitty tilted her head slightly, amused by how he was telling those that had been standing around that he needed a break. Doe brown eyes watched his every movement for the moment, especially because he was close. She didn't have any issue picking up what he said. A smile pulled at her lips and she nodded lightly. "See you there." She stated lightly as she turned around and walked away. He'd be there she was pretty sure. She had to wonder why he was so paranoid? Had he been possessed already? Was he just afraid because of the kidnappings that had happened?

She shivered a little bit at the thought of the kidnappings. She'd been taken. It wasn't something she was proud of. She never should have been caught in the first place, but it had happened. Not the time to think about that, though. Instead of dwelling on that, she made her way into the dinner down the street and automatically found a table in the corner, sliding into her seat and quietly waiting.

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