Gifts for the Wanted [Cecilia]

[Eluard Verlaine]

Eluard left his apartment to “work” feeling decidedly reckless. He couldn’t see Noreen’s gaze on his back as he took the stairs to descend down into the city’s dark. The babysitter sensed she should be worried, although she wasn’t aware of the reason. It was just that cold look in Eluard’s gaze – it gave her goosebumps. It wasn’t the look he had when he was heading for the hospital and she never knew where he went when he didn’t go there. It bothered her to think where he could be staying to come home in the morning but she never protested or asked or anything. It wasn’t her place. She closed the door and prepared to drag Jenny, his four year old daughter, from the television and into bed.

Downstairs, Eluard reached a hand into his coat, gloved fingers coming to press against the rather small gun he had in a secret pocket to make sure it was there. Whenever he went on an investigating mission like this he never knew what he would come across next. The occurrence wasn’t often, but on occasion he had been attacked, either by the people he tried to approach or their pets. Hopefully there would be no more alligators. He hoped the chances of there being a whole club of people who housed huge reptiles in their houses were slim.
The rumors of a mutant freshly escaped from the government’s clutches had reached him through his web of informants. It had taken some unpleasant conversations to get the tip on the person’s possible location and he was heading there tonight, intending to make a new friend and extend a helping hand to someone who could be in need. Memories of his wife assaulted him as he went and a harsh wind whipped his golden hair across his back and shoulders. His eyes were almost closed to the biting chill, unseeingly staring at the path ahead. In his mind’s eye he could still see her last tears, happy that it would be her to die and not him, making him promise to start a new life and take Jenny with him, teach her about the world and tell her her mother would always love her dearly.

Many people lived through events they would never forget but few of them had a picture perfect representation of them, like a clear movie that didn’t omit the slightest aspect. Something that would never fade, its intensity permanently embedding it into the person’s brain ,and in Eluard’s case, preserving every shred of detail due to his ability.

Eluard left thought of Lydia aside as he walked into his target building and started scanning the hallway, noting the general atmosphere. The apartment he needed to reach was on the first floor. As he ascended the short flight of stairs he prepared himself mentally for whatever he was about to face, pulling out a survey pad, a pen and placing a cap on that advertised a known fast food restaurant chain along with a friendly smile that oozed ignorance, or some might name – innocence. It was the end of the day but the fading sun still allowed for some tardy surveys. Eluard knocked on the door and prepared to advance his foot in the door if the person behind it opened only to slam it in his face.

In one of his hands there was a bag filled with products from the same fast food company he seemed to be representing. The scent of burgers started spreading in the hallway.

[Cecilia de Aquila]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px] [style=height: 30px; width: 300px; font-family: impact; font-size: 30px; color: 141414; text-transform: uppercase]keeping the peace [/style][style=width: 300px; background-image: url(http://i41.tinypic.com/s67p7b.png); background-repeat: repeat][style=float: left; height: 3px; width: 290px; background-color: 0095A5; margin-top: 30px][/style][style=height: 100px; width: 100px; float: right; margin-right: 10px; border: 2px solid 0095A5; margin-top: -20px][/style][style=width: 170px; height: 50px; font-family: verdana; color: FFFFFF; font-size: 10px; padding: 10px]music 80s remix, ftw!! words 602 notes Watch out, she might slam his foot.[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: D0D0D0; text-align: justify; padding: 60 10 20 10]It had been a busy day. Or so Cecilia wished, if she could see then yeah, it would’ve been a busy day. A cleaning crew that she had hired after many back checks came and cleaned her apartment, then Martinez, the man who was suppose to come with dinner brought a coffee table, noting how her living room was too empty. Cecilia had almost tripped over it a few times with a string of cuss words. When something new came into her environment, it took her time to get use to that item, only once had she threatened the piece of wood of throwing it out the window, saying how much it would hurt it despite her only being on the first floor. Getting no response from the wood, she threw herself onto the only couch in the large living space. She had the tv on low, practicing her hearing skills, the people on the tv almost sounded like they were there in her room, talking to just her. Cecilia never recounted having this happen before she became a blindsighter. But later in the day, Officer Rhodes, bless her heart, came by during her lunch hour and delivered lunch. She stayed for a while to catch up on how Cecilia was doing in her isolation. Cecilia said everything was fine, she went out once and a while. Cecilia never said it would be at night when everything was more quiet and peaceful. Other than that, it was like house arrest. Was this the way that people felt like when under house arrest? Just plain bored with nothing to do? At least those people could see. Cecilia’s eyes were closed; annoyance slowly crept up on her. If Martinez didn’t come with dinner soon, she would whack him hard with her seeing stick. Her ears then perked up, there were footsteps in the hall way. But people were already home by this time. Cecilia’s heart started to race, it didn’t felt like Martinez, that bastard, but someone unknown. The person stopped, Cecilia’s muscles tighten up as she lay on her couch. They then knocked, Cecilia’s feet were on the wooden floor, she felt those vibrations, and it kind of tickled her mind. But the person wasn’t Martinez, they seem a little taller, possibly a new cop sent on a mission to help a defenseless woman? That thought made her feel better, as she slowly stood up and walked to her door. Leaning on the door was her trusty walking stick, Cecilia picked it up. She then unlocked the dead bolt and slid the chain door guard so she could open the door. Cecilia stood behind it, her hand slid through the strap of her long cane, just in case this wasn’t the person she thought it was and they needed a good whack or two to shock them before getting them in an arm lock. “Who sent you here?” Cecilia stared blankly at the door. “Give me the right answer, and if this smell is dinner then you’re welcome to come in. Wrong answer then just leave me alone.” Her voice was straight and had a twinge of coldness to it. Cecilia stood still, waiting for the answer from the person behind the door. Not only that, but she wouldn’t admit that she was hungry, it would make her more crankier than what she already way, the crankier the violent she became, as her close friends liked to point out. If he thought it was smart to position his foot to jam the door, the man had another thing coming his way. The tv in the living room was still on with its voice on low, it didn’t help with the uptightness that she was feeling. [/style][/style] [style=height: 30; font-family: impact; font-size: 30px; color: 141414; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -7px]whatever that means [/style]

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[Eluard Verlaine]

The door slid open just a little and Eluard tried to look through the crack, his eyes expecting to meet the ones of the person beyond the door, but there was no eye contact to be had. The voice that shot at him was to the point and not all that friendly, also a woman’s. Although Eluard had an impressive repertoire of answers for the world’s most varied questions, there was nothing in there that could divine the meaning of her demand. Apparently someone could have sent him, which meant she was expecting someone. That didn’t bode well to the potential of their meeting, for he didn’t know what sort of person was supposed to join her. At the same time, there was no way he could guess. He did whatever he could in that case – improvise, with actual sincerity.

His answer was direct and a touch dramatic. “Fate. And this indeed is an offering in the form of nourishment.” (At this point he’d place his foot in the door if any moves were made to close it, regardless of the consequences. He knew it wasn’t smart but it was necessary, to allow him more time to speak. He wouldn’t remove it even if she stepped on it or pressured it with the door, taking the pain. If she would jump at him he would react by evading, if his foot had been abused previously, he’d manage a few dodges but would fall prey to her arm-lock eventually).

“I’m not the person you’re expecting but I know what you are and I’m a friend,” he would tell her sincerely, unsure what to expect of the encounter. “I need to talk to you. So if you’d please allow me to explain my presence, I’ll gladly do so.” It was risking it, all of it. Eluard didn’t know what sort of person hid behind that voice. It was a matter of time before he ended up in the clutches of some professional assassin. The thought made him smile mirthlessly on the inside. If that was to be his fate for the path he had chosen to walk, then so be it. The smile brought on by his recklessness would be erased by a single thought – Jenny.

Eluard wasn’t a person who could allow himself to die so easily. Perhaps in that instant of though he would have reconsidered the thought of jamming his foot into the doorway but the action would have come and gone without the benefit of latent caution. Hopefully fate had something better in store for him than a random death in a second rate apartment building while holding a bag of burgers, fries and noodles.

[Cecilia de Aquila]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px] [style=height: 30px; width: 300px; font-family: impact; font-size: 30px; color: D0D0D0; text-transform: uppercase]keeping the peace [/style][style=width: 300px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/iL3kn.jpg); background-repeat: repeat][style=float: left; height: 3px; width: 290px; background-color: 0095A5; margin-top: 30px][/style][style=height: 100px; width: 100px; float: right; margin-right: 10px; border: 2px solid 0095A5; margin-top: -20px][/style][style=width: 170px; height: 50px; font-family: verdana; color: 000000; font-size: 10px; padding: 10px]music Meh quick mix words 340 notes Much better Xl[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: 141414; text-align: justify; padding: 60 10 20 10]Touché, buddy that was a clever answer; she was expecting Martinez, but then again, she had never heard the voice of this man, and ever since becoming blind, she remembered a voice, especially if it was from that place. A heavy sigh left her lips, Cecilia knew she had to take the chance, not only that but the dinner actually smelt great. She lightly tapped on the door, gnawing on her lip with this frustrated situation. Cecilia then heard the man talk once more. A friend, yeah right. But she didn’t really have a choice any more, if the man was strong, he could bust the door down, break the only thing keep him out and her safe. ”Fine, I’ll let you come.” Conflict rose in her voice. ”But you’ll need to get your foot out so I can unchain the door, if you don’t mind.” Once the man would take out his foot from the door, Cecilia would fully unlock her door and allow him to come in. Hopefully they weren’t like this for too long, Cecilia was slightly paranoid that one of those people was out there, waiting for her to slip up. Of course, hiding for a year could make one go scared of the outside world. But the news always came up with missing person’s reports, all of them teens, all gone, parents scared, no it was the whole town or the ones that knew that were getting concerned. Cecilia remembered the night she was almost mugged, the time she had experienced her blindsight ability for the first time, she was only 19. But to think those younger than that just disappear. And no one knew who it was that was taken these children, it frustrated Cecilia, even though she had a great ability, being blind made people underestimate her and her safety was under attack, too. She gripped tightly onto her long cane, out of this one and the foldable one, long cane won; at least it wouldn’t collapse if she needed to hit something. [/style][/style] [style=height: 30; font-family: impact; font-size: 30px; color: D0D0D0; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -7px]whatever that means [/style]

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[Eluard Verlaine]

Although one good kick had the potential of breaking down the door, busting through her entrance was not an option, not even if he had had foul intentions. The sheer noise that would make could easily alert her neighbors and they could witness the face of the perpetrator as they called the police. It wasn’t exactly pleasant to be a wanted person, especially if you had a public record linked to your face, which he happened to have, what with his working as a surgeon. In the absence of foul intentions, he wouldn’t have forced his way through, because that directly defined his purpose.

She sounded conflicted but possibly amenable to grant his wish for audience. Her request could be a bluff, the moment he drew his foot from the door having it slam and shut before him. Eluard’s eyelids lowered and his foot moved from keeping her door open. If she wished to lock him out without hearing one more word, who was he to deny her that right? He looked down the hallway as she did as she had said – sliding the blocker from the door and allowing him entrance. No one seemed to have followed him, so far as he could tell.

The moment the door was open he was stepping inside, drawing the bag of goodies along with him. “I appreciate your trust,” he told her in passing, “but next time it might be more prudent if you didn’t invite the stranger inside and listened to what he had to say through the door.” Unless she had one of those powers that sensed people’s intentions. That possibility immediately became likely in this situation.

Now that he was in, Eluard could take a good look at her. She clutched a cane and her eyes were not looking at him, unseeing - a blind person. For the first time that night he was surprised. All of his intentions of recruiting her for a potential war dimmed, but he wasn’t foolish enough to consider her helpless. Appearances, as they said, were deceiving. The woman before him had escaped from a governmental facility, surely she had aces up her sleeves that he couldn’t immediately be aware of.

After snatching a burger from the bag he held it out to her, expecting the intensification of the scent to draw her attention. It contained a few more beef burgers, two packs of fries and two boxes of chicken and noodles. “This is for your tolerance of my intrusion. Should I set it on the table or will you take it?” Had he known she was a woman he would have considered throwing in a box of chocolates, not that he was going to mention.

However friendly he may have sounded there was some anxiety in him. Eluard had just stepped into the private home of some woman he didn’t know but for a rumor of her escape from the DNCS. His information was vague about her and he was wary of her own intentions, on his guard through his calm position and tone. “You seemed to be expecting someone, I hope I’m not in the way of your meeting.” His tone lost a little of its lightness. “I’ll be frank with you. I’m a person who actively seeks out mutants both to help them and see to it that they never go through what you did in the government’s hands.” He had no idea what she had gone through, but that hardly mattered in the context.

“You may need my help and I could use yours, but only in one circumstance.” Eluard paused and kept an eye on her, observing her every gesture. “This may be impertinent but I need you to answer me this – what do you live for?”

[Cecilia de Aquila]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px] [style=height: 30px; width: 300px; font-family: impact; font-size: 30px; color: D0D0D0; text-transform: uppercase]keeping the peace [/style][style=width: 300px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/iL3kn.jpg); background-repeat: repeat][style=float: left; height: 3px; width: 290px; background-color: 0095A5; margin-top: 30px][/style][style=height: 100px; width: 100px; float: right; margin-right: 10px; border: 2px solid 0095A5; margin-top: -20px][/style][style=width: 170px; height: 50px; font-family: verdana; color: 000000; font-size: 10px; padding: 10px]music Breath- Ryan Star words 617 notes blah blah blah Xl[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: 141414; text-align: justify; padding: 60 10 20 10]The man entered alone; there was no one else out there in the unknown past her door. Cecilia only grunted at the man’s gratitude of her trust but then he did point out that maybe she shouldn’t have let him in. To her, she felt he really needed to listen to him, he heart, his breath, nothing gave him away that he was lying in the fact that they needed to speak and that he would be a ‘friend’. She turned around, gripping her cane, the last of the ambiance the man gave away went away, and her eyes stared out at the nothingness. Once more the sensation came; he seemed shocked in some way. What it wasn’t like you see a blind person all the time? He then turned to get something out his bag, she tightened up to his reaction, seeing the shadow of him that tangled in the back of her mind, as if it was trying hard to give her a clear pictured but failed to give it in full. The scent of the burger hit her nose, once more her stomach reminding her that is was time to feed. Cecilia slowly walked up to man, her hand shot up to where the burger was at in his hand. “Yeah, this is better than nothing.” She mumbled, pointing out to the dining table in the corner. “Just set the bag’s contents down that way.” Cecilia then turned for the coffee table, her long cane, extending help to find the table. Once she tapped the table, Cecilia inched closer and took the remote, turning the tv off so her full attention would be on the unknown man. However he gotten his information on her, she would find them and kill them. She had been under the radar for so long, how anyone could get any information, one could have by hacking into the systems of the police station, other than that, they would have to be a good snooper. [vb]“Tch, seeing how slow he’s coming I don’t mind the company at all.”

[/b] Of course, she would never admit to being lonely to some stranger. Dang, if Martinez came and saw this, he would have a cow and probably arrest the poor man. But with how the man is, his stance, words, and tone, was nice, it could be trap, so Cecilia would listen to him for the time being. Cecilia scoffed at the man, he wanted to help her and for her to help him.

“So, you.” She pointed to the man, staring at his chest, finding it was mostly easier to do that as a blind her. “Want to stop the government?” Cecilia opened the burger in her hand and took a bit out of it, the flavors came alive in her mouth, it was all fake, it made people think they were eating something good when in actuality they were not. “I was lucky enough to get away from them, what makes you think I’ll go back again?” A slight tone of aggravation was in her voice. Of course, she probably would, for those youngsters, their future generation getting whisked away.

That was a good question, what did she live for? To see another day, but that sounded selfish. Maybe it was to wait for this madness to end so she could step foot out of her home. But her answer was really: “I live to see everyone safe and to see the bad guys get their justices. That’s why I was, once, a cop.” Cecilia took another bite of her food. It was her over protectiveness that took over, there would be a good chance she would help the man out.

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[Eluard Verlaine]

The burger was snatched from his hand and he was told to set the rest of the bag’s contents on the table in the corner. He had actually intended to keep the stolen burger for himself so the occurrence did inspire brief amusement. Without giving it a second thought and not intending to take anything else for himself to share the eating moment with the rather grumpy woman, he arranged the rest of the bag’s contents on the table and returned to his position, by this point having returned the survey pad and the cap into a large custom pocket on the inside of his coat. At least he didn’t need to explain that, as the visual disguise had been both useless and unused.

Eluard registered the fact that someone was on their way. That wasn’t good. He didn’t know who the other was but he did not plan on sticking around to find out. However, he lingered a little longer. She seemed to scoff at the thought of being helped or helping him. Although discouraging, he wasn’t about to give up so soon. She pointed at him and he stared at her finger. Her words held a tone of accusation and for a moment he evaluated his intentions. The moment was brief, for she forwarded another thought to him.

“I never thought you would wish to go back,” he told her, “there are ways you could help me that don’t necessarily call for your direct implication.” Like telling him what she remembered of the facility, the people, the protocols. Because of her blindness, Eluard didn’t have much hope for what she could know when it came to the buildings infrastructure. “But right now, my main concern is preventing the abduction of mutants.” He glanced in the door’s direction.

Eluard considered her answer. So she had been on the police force and held on to a sense of justice. “If that is true then we share a cause.” The bag guys in this case being the people who did unspeakable things to innocent teenagers in the name of science. “As much as I wish I could fight the government forces on my own, that’s impossible. I came here today to establish a connection with someone who already suffered from their abuse. I’m not asking you to return to danger, on the contrary. I wish to prevent anything else from happening to you.”

As moments slipped by, Eluard was becoming more and more aware of the possible intrusion on the way from the person she was expecting. “I would speak more at length on the matter, but seeing as you’re anticipating company, I must take my leave.” He once more considered the door. “Before I go, I would like to know if you’re interested in aiding me help innocent mutants from being taken away. If so, perhaps we can meet on a more convenient occasion.” He was already moving towards the door. “If not, then you can place the memory of our meeting behind and I will never bother you again.”

[Cecilia de Aquila]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px] [style=height: 30px; width: 300px; font-family: impact; font-size: 30px; color: D0D0D0; text-transform: uppercase]keeping the peace [/style][style=width: 300px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/iL3kn.jpg); background-repeat: repeat][style=float: left; height: 3px; width: 290px; background-color: 0095A5; margin-top: 30px][/style][style=height: 100px; width: 100px; float: right; margin-right: 10px; border: 2px solid 0095A5; margin-top: -20px][/style][style=width: 170px; height: 50px; font-family: verdana; color: 000000; font-size: 10px; padding: 10px]music Daft Punk words 316 notes Twisting arms, whooo[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: 141414; text-align: justify; padding: 60 10 20 10]He didn’t want her to go back? Cecilia could be indirect, of course, with her strings still attached to the police of the town, if there was a will there was a way. But the thought the he wanted people to go to the DNCS made her sick and outright angry that he would endanger people like that, but she wouldn’t tell him that. But then there’s always a two sides to a coin and he was right, mutant abduction was happening and it did need to stop. He seemed to agree with her cause to help those who need it. Curse her own morals, when people threatened the freedom to life she would jump into action. But to this man, he was a strategist, wanting the best for all sides; it was always hard to meet people like that. So, he wanted an answer help him and get involved with the DNCS once more or to be left alone. And she couldn’t just leave him alone, who knew what trouble he would get into? Wait what was she thinking, Cecilia took a big and angry bite out the burger. She wanted to stay hidden, yet the cry for help she couldn’t ignore that. She looked over at the door where the man had moved, Cecilia bit her lip. “Fine, tell me your name.” She mumbled out, once she would have a name she would have information about a person. “I’ll help out the best I can from the background.” Even though she was blind she had connections, not only that but she was more of a calm fighter, sparing with a few of the men from the station; she was slowly getting use to the vibrations they would send, most would be shocked when they would find themselves of the ground. ”I won’t allow you to do this by yourself.” She snarled slightly in annoyance. [/style][/style] [style=height: 30; font-family: impact; font-size: 30px; color: D0D0D0; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -7px]whatever that means [/style]

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[Eluard Verlaine]

The woman before him was hard to get an accurate impression about. She seemed bustling with annoyance yet her words leaned towards helping. Eluard kept his suspicions to himself, but he wasn’t prepared to trust her just yet. Just because he had been the one to approach her didn’t mean she could benefit from instant faith. Eluard had been tricked in the past, and by people far more clever in their presentation, and he wasn’t interested in allowing his guard down over a simple conversation.

“I don’t have your name either,” he told her, stopping by the door, his thoughtful eyes on her. “And I mean no disrespect, but until we get better acquainted, I will tell you what I go by outside my regular life.” Thrusting a hand into his pocket, he pulled out a small black card. On it, there was a simple phone number in white ink and nothing else. “You may or may not have heard of the name “White Serpent,” " he began, retracing his steps back towards her very slowly.

The name he was giving her was one that rung with some familiarity in the underground – the name of an obscure information dealer of no known cause or specifics. Even by granting her this, he was making a leap of faith he expected regretting at one point or another. Perhaps it was time people started spreading rumors about what the White Serpent was actually looking for. It could bring mutants to him more easily.

When he reached her position again, he held out the card. “There’s a slip of paper in my hand. It has a phone number written on it. You can reach me at it any time. I trust you have someone who can read it to you? We can keep in touch like this for a while until next time circumstances warrant a meeting. If your intentions of aiding me in preventing abductions are genuine, then I expect you will call me should you hear news of someone on the run and in danger. You can also call if YOU are in danger, naturally.” He would keep the card out to her until she took it.

“I hope we can meet again soon. Preferably somewhere public but quiet. I like to get to know my associates.” He tilted his head slightly, brushed a hand back into his pocket. “What should I call you?” Eluard hadn’t given his name and he wouldn’t demand he get one in return. It was best to be cautious at this point.

[Cecilia de Aquila]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px] [style=height: 30px; width: 300px; font-family: impact; font-size: 30px; color: D0D0D0; text-transform: uppercase]keeping the peace [/style][style=width: 300px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/iL3kn.jpg); background-repeat: repeat][style=float: left; height: 3px; width: 290px; background-color: 0095A5; margin-top: 30px][/style][style=height: 100px; width: 100px; float: right; margin-right: 10px; border: 2px solid 0095A5; margin-top: -20px][/style][style=width: 170px; height: 50px; font-family: verdana; color: 000000; font-size: 10px; padding: 10px]music Pandora Radio words 416 notes Run to the hills![/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: 141414; text-align: justify; padding: 60 10 20 10]She didn’t know why she was thankful that Martinez was getting closer to coming, which she hoped deep down; this man was just pushing the wrong buttons at the moment. So, they both needed to get each other’s trust before she knew his real name, Cecilia really wanted to roll her eyes but resisted, it was almost like working with low life thugs who went by their ‘swag names’ instead of the names their damn parents gave them. She heard him rustle around in a pocket to get something out. So, someone outside sources called him “White Serpent”, it sounded familiar, but no bells rang at the moment. Cecelia ‘saw’ him coming back, his arm extended, a little block stuck out of his hand; the details weren’t perfect but it was better than just pure black like most blind people. Cecilia took the card, having to release her cane, luckily the strap was around her wrist or else she would’ve flinched from the load noise and the convulsion it would’ve made on the ground. She wanted to keep him and others safe, if she found he went missing just for visiting her, she would throw a fit while rounding a few loyal cops to help her out. ”You can rely on me; I’ll have people keep an ear out. I know quite a few.” She went silent for a moment. ”White Serpent.” A quick smile flashed before disappearing. ”You can call me Aquila.” A formal name, well a last name always was, especially around the government, the last name was almost adopted as a first name. Of course during her time many would slip a joke calling her De Aquila getting a good punch after a minute or two of running around until she caught up with the suspected cop. Of course, just across those walls in the parking lot, a short Hispanic man was getting out of his car. He was still in uniform, he had a long crime scene he needed to attend to, leaving his poor blind friend all alone in the dark, feeling hunger. Martinez quickly gathered the dinner his wife had made for Cecilia. Cecilia’s eyes jumped to the door. ”You should get out quickly; he’s here now.” Luckily with her practice she could hear out of the door into the parking lot, sad part was that she would hear the teens always making ruckus every single hour of the day, like they had nothing better to do but annoy her. [/style][/style] [style=height: 30; font-family: impact; font-size: 30px; color: D0D0D0; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -7px]whatever that means [/style]

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[Eluard Verlaine]

She told him to rely on her and Eluard found himself staring, wondering. Whatever he did these days he felt more or less alone, in charge of everything, shouldering all responsibility for himself and a load of other people who did their best to cover themselves in shadows and do something only when they were “ordered” to. Having someone tell him to “rely” on them, however slightly, sounded new – pleasant. With briefly weary eyes, he smiled as well, quietly gazing at the strange woman before him. “Aquila it is then,” he acknowledged in a softer tone, some tension releasing from his shoulders. Perhaps he could hope to trust this woman somewhere along the way.

Just as he was starting to relax, her eyes suddenly shifted towards the door. Eluard didn’t need to be warned twice. “It was good to meet you, Aquila,” he told her in a tone that was lightly cheerful and swept his feet towards the door. “I look forward to hearing from you again. For business or otherwise. Don’t hesitate to contact me for any reason at all that I may be of service to.”

Eluard opened the door, took a look at the hallway, then raised a hand in farewell reflexively. “I wish you pleasant company and bid you goodnight.” And he was out, closing the door behind him soundlessly. With the fast food delivery cap back on his head, the information dealer started down the hallway, contemplating the moments of his rather brief encounter with the mutant he had been tipped about. Although he had gotten remarkably little information about her and her abilities during their talk, he was hopeful the future would change that.

As he made his way out of the apartment complex, Eluard had to wonder if she had a natural ill disposition or if he had caused it through his approach. He sighed. Time would tell.