Erik Severin
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Post by Erik Severin on Aug 10, 2012 4:14:19 GMT -6
It was a quiet night in the graveyard, and quite creepy out. Though one would think that would be expected. Erik walked along in the graveyard, looking at the graves. He had recently left the hotel he had been staying at, and was simply traveling around. He observed the place, from what he could tell, it was actually a spectacular looking place. Even with it being dimly lit by a few street lights. Though part of him wondered if anyone else would be creeping around at night like this. He eventually found a rather fancy looking tombstone and stopped in front of it..
"Must be my lucky day.." He cracked a confident little smile as he put his hand against the ground, and slowly, his arm went through it, becoming completely intangible. He felt around in the grave, making his hand go back solid for a moment, long enough to feel something squishy. Then he grabbed hold of some jewelry and pulled it back up out of the grave.. "Not bad, not bad at all.." He'd get a little extra cash in his pocket from this one, he thought. He placed the necklace in his jacket pocket and stood up.
He heard a noise nearby, and turned his gaze behind him.. Curiosity had struck him now. Was there someone out there? Should he be worried about what it might be? He had been warned of the government, but, nobody could possibly know what he was.. "Anyone out there?" He stood in place, listening for a moment, he was really wishing he had a flashlight at the moment. After a few moments of wait, nobody seemed to speak up.
"Maybe I'm just hearing things.." He turned back around and started observing the graves, whistling a happy tune as he walked around on the lookout for another important looking grave site..
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Gianna Tyler
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Post by Gianna Tyler on Aug 10, 2012 10:26:54 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true;] | | [cs=2][STYLE=font: 29px impact; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; line-height: 38px; width: 390px; margin-bottom: -11px; text-align: left;]SO MANY FACES, SO MANY PLACES[/style] | [atrb=valign, top][style=border-left:5px solid #7d4955; border-top:30px solid #7d4955; border-bottom:30px solid #7d4955; font-size: 9px; line-height:12px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; padding: 6px;]Gianna walked into the graveyard, still wearing her lab coat, having not bothered to take it off. As usual, she wasn't quite sure why she was here. She supposed it was strange, turning up in a graveyard in the night, but she had just had a difficult day at work and for some reason she wanted to come here. She had done this before, come to a graveyard after school, her first year of collage and the first school year she wouldn't be tutoring he sister, since by then her sister had been gone. She found a bench and sat down. She would read a book here. That would calm her down some until she was ready to go home.
That must be why she liked coming here when she was sad, though it seemed a little morbid upon second thought. It was because it was quiet and normally quite empty. It was calm and reverent. She picked up a well worn copy of Alice in Wonderland, and she began reading. "Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her siter on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice he peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, "and what is the use of a book," thought Alice, "without pictures or conversations in it?" She had read the passages in this book many times, and she practically knew it by heart. All the same, it was one of her favorite books.
That's when she heard the voice. "Anyone out there?" She did not answer, although answering was in order. She was just nervous, unsure of what to say. First of all, people were normally quiet in graveyards, but this person was unmistakably loud. That, and it was extremely awkward in her mind to talk with this man in the graveyard. If he was here for someone who had died, it was a situation of what should she say? And if he was here, like her,for no reason, it was just generally awkward. Still, she lifted her eyes from her book and turned her head towards the sound. There was a man, and he looked lost, or at least wandering aimlessly. Should she go up to him? What was she supposed to do?
Finally, she decided to walk up to him. Perhaps he was a friendly person? They could make friends somehow, she supposed. Awkwardly, she nervously walked up behind him. "Uh... uh... Excuse me, er, but, um, well, I'm Gianna, and, er, yeah, what's your name?" Well, poodles. That had to be the most awkward thing she could have possible said. Well, what's done is done, she supposed.
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Erik Severin
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Post by Erik Severin on Aug 10, 2012 21:40:40 GMT -6
Erik had to watch where he walked tonight, as it was dark and he could easily trip. Plus he had never been to this graveyard, and was generally kind of lost. He kept thinking back in his head to moments ago, realizing how ridiculous he seemed, talking to himself and such. After a bit more of searching, he finally took notice to a grave site that looked as if someone had sank a lot of money into it. Maybe this one would have something worth taking to, perhaps? It was worth a shot, he thought. He leaned down and started to shove his arm into the grave when he heard something behind him once again. But for the time being, he simply ignored it, figuring it was either the wind or some sort of small animal. Nothing to worry about.
Or so he thought.. A voice began speaking behind him, only for him to quickly turn around looking somewhat startled. What would someone think if they'd of seen him fishing around in graves with his powers? The girl seemed to ask his name and stated her own as Gianna Tyler, but his eyes caught something peculiar about her.. He had noticed her demeanor seemed a bit nervous, which was a given when you meet a stranger in a graveyard. So that wasn't it.. But a lab coat? Was this person someone to worry about? He had been warned of people in this place, and generally, at all times he was skeptical of other people. She seemed somewhat harmless, at a glance. But he was smart enough to know not to judge a book by its cover. He stood there a moment lost in thought, then came to the realization he was probably giving off a rather weird vibe staring at her silently like he had been..
"The name is Erik Severin.." Erik stated with a confused look across his face, reaching over with a hand and pushing the necklace he had acquired further down in his pocket. He didn't need anyone finding out what he was doing like this. People generally didn't react well to grave robbery. ".. Er.. uh.. What's up with the lab coat? You a mad scientist or something? If you're here to harvest my organs, just know I smoke a lot so they're probably not in good shape." A big smile appeared across his face as he let out a chuckle at his own joke, which was quite unusual considering the awkward meeting. One might even call it creepy, even. Erik did his best to start on a subject that would keep her away from asking what he was doing out here so late. He didn't exactly have a very plausible idea in his head of what kind of lie he could tell to get out of this one. Plus, he was quite interested in why this person was wearing a lab coat.. It wasn't exactly regular night attire.
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Gianna Tyler
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Post by Gianna Tyler on Aug 11, 2012 21:31:09 GMT -6
]blockquote] | [atrb=border,0,true;] | | [cs=2][STYLE=font: 29px impact; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; line-height: 38px; width: 390px; margin-bottom: -11px; text-align: left;]SO MANY FACES, SO MANY PLACES[/style] | [atrb=valign, top][style=border-left:5px solid #7d4955; border-top:30px solid #7d4955; border-bottom:30px solid #7d4955; font-size: 9px; line-height:12px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; padding: 6px;] Well, at least she wasn't the only one who found the situation less than desirable. The man looked nervous, and was acting strangely. Her psychology degree was telling her something shifty was going on, but she stuffed it down, not really knowing what she was supposed to do with that information. Sher supposed she'd ignore that. Perhaps then she could get this overly awkward conversation over with and go back to reading her books, pretending the whole embarrassing affair had never happened? She would ignore it all when she got home. That seemed like a good idea.
However, ignoring him now would be weird. She heard the guy (who said his name was Erik) make a bad joke about her lab coat. She shuddered slightly. That was a little bit of a morbid joke, and in a graveyard? Still, she should probably just go along with it. "No, sir, I would never do that. Besides, my degrees are in nueroscience, psychology and computer programming. I would have no need for your organs." Well, that was just as bad as the joke Erik had made. Why did at this always happen? The only time recently that things HADN'T gotten awkward was talking to a robot, and that didn't count.
"Being a mad scientist would be a weird job," she said. "For one, you'd do ridiculous stuff and none of it would ever logically work." She was pulling this thread of conversation way too far, but she was bad at starting conversations. "Also, it probably wouldn't pay well." She thought about my job. "Y'know, my job's also kinda weird. I was hired right out of collage, as in, graduation day. Isn't that the strangest thing?" She continued talking. "They practically gave me an apartment and begged me to take the job. It's a government research job, except I'm apparently not supposed to talk about the job, because it's apparently all secret and stuff." She thought for a second.
"What do ou do for a living?" she asked, curious. "I just want to know." She thought again. "It's normally quieter that this in graveyards at night. As in, I see no one else." She realized how odd that statement was, as most people would find being in graveyards at night odd. "I like reading here to calm down if I've had a bad day," she explained, "because it's calm."
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Erik Severin
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Post by Erik Severin on Aug 13, 2012 0:45:46 GMT -6
Erik was somewhat flabbergasted at this unknown woman and her response at first. Neuroscience, psychology, and computer programming? That.. wasn't quite right. And she started to sound more and more like someone the man should be worried about, given what knowledge he had gained about certain individuals in a town like the one he now called home. He didn't vocalize his concern with what she had said, going for the alternate approach of simply hearing her out. Even if she didn't have a need for his organs though, her answer still wasn't the most calming. But then she simply had to continue onward with this strange conversation. She had went into the dynamics of the day to day life of a mad scientist, and even pay rates. He had started to roll his eyes and walk away, only for her to start speaking about her job. That was when his interest was regained and his listening continued on. That's when he heard the word 'government research job'.
Should he back away now? That was the question running through his head. Then again, he didn't want to make things seem suspicious. It was hard to tell just what her research entailed, after all. He wasn't paying much attention when she asked what he did for a living and beyond, having almost zoned out. He stood there a moment thinking, then spoke, realizing he was acting odd again. "... Uh, what? Oh. For a living? I just recently got into town so I don't have steady work yet. But I manage.." Oh, he really did manage, he thought to himself. Picking up things with his abilities was just so simple, it was easy to get away cleanly and make money with such an ability. He proceeded to maneuver his way over to a bench and take a seat, letting out a sigh as he stretched out. He then reach into his pocket, opposite the one with the item he had acquired earlier and pulled out a piece of gum. He then shoved the gum into his mouth and began chewing as he started to continue speaking.
"It is normally a lot quieter in graveyards.. Or at least I'd assume. I don't often visit. Though, you do talk a lot." His grin grew rather large across his face, which he hoped would signify that he had been joking with that last little statement. "Not that it's a bad thing. So, government huh? What kind of stuff do you research, might I ask?" He chewed on his gum in a nonchalant manner as he awaited her answer. Normally, he'd of left already and not forced this conversation any further. But he was slightly curious as to what the government would need researched, as if he didn't already have suspicions in place.
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Post by Gianna Tyler on Aug 15, 2012 11:00:02 GMT -6
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She was so busy looking the man over and thinking about her poor social skills that the question about her job blew right past her. It took her several minutes to catch on, during which time she was just sorta standing and staring. When she realized what she had done, she blushed. "Oh, so sorry, so so sorry! I'm really sorry, I just kinda zoned out! My job...?" She thought a bit. Eat could she say about her job without violating all the forms and stuff she had signed? It was apparently really secret and really sensitive... Not mentioning her promise to Navvi not to tell anyone about...
"My job? It's... Um, it's a secret. I wish I could tell you, but I'd bore you to death and break a couple laws," she said truthfully. She shifted back and fish a bit, and continuing to truthfully spek, she determined that she could tell him that "It's something I enjoy greatly, though." She sighed. This conversation was going horribly. She decided to change the subject abruptly.
"So, uh, you just moved here recently? So did I! I'm from Orlando. Where are you from?" Yes. That was a normal conversation subject, right?
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Erik Severin
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Post by Erik Severin on Aug 16, 2012 13:28:08 GMT -6
Finally, Erik was getting some information! It was about damn time, he thought.. And then she seemed to stall. Maybe it wasn't about damn time after all? He immediately deduced from her silence that something wasn't right. Secrets and the like generally weren't something he liked, especially considering the fact he'd been warned previously about government officials. Then again, he figured it'd be kind of stupid if he worried all this time and she turned out to be some low level government pencil pusher or something. Then she further explained how her job was a secret and how an explanation would bore him? Really.. Sounded fishy to ole Erik. Just how many things was there to research in this city? Mutants, and uh.. He couldn't note much else of interest. But, he wasn't too keen on playing Sherlock Holmes today. And on top of it all, he could always get himself in the eyes of the wrong people and get on the government radar. He was so lost in thought he completely missed her statement about enjoying it greatly, finally zoning right back in on her chatter about her having moved here recently, stating she was from Orlando then asking where he was from.
"I dunno, I might bore you." He stated in a sarcastic tone as he smiled in her direction. Though one could assume he was mocking her somewhat from that statement, and they'd be right, he was essentially just being playful at the moment. "I'm from some small town you've probably never heard of. Lets leave it at that." He didn't want to reveal the full information at the moment, considering the circumstances of his move and the discovery of his abilities. Someone in the government could easily get him into even more trouble. So it had been best to remain hushed on that subject, at least for the moment.
He lazily stretched out on the bench he had taken a seat upon, and chewed his gum for a moment before saying the following.. "But you know, since I got here, I've ran into so many weirdos! Some drunken nutcase was yammering in the streets the other day about I don't know, mutants or something? So uh since you're uh all fancy government research girl, do I have to worry about turtles with martial arts skills coming to kick my ass?" He couldn't be serious, could he? He grinned at her as if he were entirely serious, but he wanted to hint around as best he could. Maybe she knew something she wasn't letting on? One would assume if she were researching things, mutants would of been on the top of that list. But maybe not, maybe it was just wishful thinking. None the less, he watched her expression closely for any sign that she had a clue what he was talking about.. In a way, he was doing some research of his own.
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