2632/If You Seek Casey

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If You Seek Casey
Date of Scene: 26 July 2020
Location: Bronx
Synopsis: Casey and Ruth have an unusual encounter and a freezer will be fixed.
Cast of Characters: Casey Jones, Ruth Aldine




Casey Jones has posed:
Casey Jones is coming back to his garage after a long night of fighting the good fight. In this case, the good fight included finding some teenagers deflating car tires and driving them down the street whipping them in the tail with a hockey stick and tracking down a pimp who was slapping around some of his hookers. Casey had left him upside down in a dumpster with a bucket of KFC stuffed over his head.

Casey is also eating a chicken leg as he walks down the street, his hockey mask pushed up on top of his head in his tousled hair, his numerous weapons strapped to his armored and padded body. He gives a fistbump to a bewildered old man who watches him walk by, "Senor de la Cruz! Lookin' spry, big guy. Don't worry, your walk to church is super safe, my dude."

Ruth Aldine has posed:
What in the world is Ruth doing out after hours and .. in the streets of the Bronx? She was there for a reason, and really didn't need a pass to leave the mansion grounds. She is going to be ninteen this year, effectively an adult, one who people refuse to let drink because they still see her as just a child. But you know what?! RUTH ISN'T BITTER! She's not bitter, not at all!

But as like with most things that she does do, there was a purpose. Still with that usual effort to fit in, though fitting in in the Bronx makes her seem like a homeless, blind child. Yucatan throw along her shoulders to bite off the nighttime chill, walking cane swishing back and forth, sunglasses pulled down to hide the fact that she has -no- eyes...

'Senor de la Cruz..'

Ruth turns the corner directly in front of Casey in time to hold out her walking stick towards the side. She was hoping to stop him in his tracks to keep him from walking across the street...

..because in three seconds..

..a massive truck will lose the slightest control and smack him directly into a building..

..killing him.

Casey Jones has posed:
Casey Jones manages to stop in his tracks but just barely, almost tripping ove rthe diminutive Ruth with his lanky and overladen frame.

"Holy shit!" he says, in part because a truck suddenly roars where he was about to walk and the other part because he's looking at the skin-covered sockets where Ruth's eyes should be.

"Oh, man. Oh, dude. Oh, fuck," he says. "Yo, I almost got skanked into little bitty bits there. Thanks for the help, blind chick. That's some weird karma. How'd you see that comin'? Did you use sonar like a bat? OH SHIT ARE YOU BATGIRL?!?" he asks.

He's still eating the chicken leg. Senor de la Cruz has quickly scurried in the other direction.

Ruth Aldine has posed:
The truck barrels past, good. Ruth was on time, but then she's always on time and always where she needs to be. Call it the universe and she's slightly toying with it to make it just a little better by saving just 'one' person.

"Sorry." Ruth says, though all of his quick speaking. It's hard to keep up with him and attempting to keep thirty seconds ahead of everything so that she could properly see. She hesitates for a moment, then lowers her cane, tapping it against the ground then shakes her head. Pushing her glasses against her face further to hide, she tries to smile but it was clearly, obviously forced.

"No. Not Batgirl, sorry. No sonar." Should she just outright tell him? That the universe or -someone- seeks to end him tonight?

Nah!

"I will walk with you. Thank you."

Casey Jones has posed:
Casey Jones peers at Ruth curiously but then gives a shrug. He's friends with humanoid pizza-addicted turtle ninjas. He's pretty used to just going with the weird.

"Sure. Not far to my garage, really, but you're welcome to come in if you want. I've got Digiorno if you're into that. The Hawaiian kind," he says.

He walks along easily enough, sports equipment clattering against his back as he walks along. Apparently, secrecy isn't exactly high on his priority list. His codename is his actual name, after all.

'Oh, I almost forgot. Casey Jones. Pleased to be saved by you and stuff."

Ruth Aldine has posed:
"Okay."

Ruth wasn't much of a talker, she's too used to weirding people out when she says whats on her mind. But as a friend at the school told her; not too many people would appreciate that. So that advice was taken as she follows along, allowing him to talk. He seemed like the friendly sort.. even though in her dreams it showed him wearing that same hockey mask, and beating some poor, yet bad kids like he was their parent..

"It's spoiled. Sorry." Ruth says. "Digiorno. Bad stomach ache, cause of the freezer. Yes. You need a new freezer." Life saving efforts in full swing!

"Ruth. Yes. Just Ruth." Why she had to be blessed with an old lady's name is beyond her.

Casey Jones has posed:
Casey Jones considers, "I mean, new freezers are expensive. I could do rent to own maybe, but it's usually just easier to fix what I got. I'll take a look at it. Good looking out, uh, Ruth," he says.

"I gotta admit, not sure what you're doing here or what this is all about, but I gotta be grateful since you kept me from getting splooshed. You wanna be mystery girl, that's cool by me. Do you know the Nightwatcher? He's real mysterious and he lives around here...somewhere."

Ruth Aldine has posed:
If that's the case..

"Want to go to the store now? Yes? They close soon. The owner is leaving town, yes. Death in the family, sorry. Get parts now and fix now, then won't have smelly fridge. Thank you." Ruth tries as she might, to reach for his elbow to tug him a little ways in the other direction, off to the side. Thankfully, the hardware store was just a block over..

"No mystery girl, just hate the name, thank you. Sorry. I do not know anyone in the Bronx. But here to keep you company because someone told me to. Casey Jones is important." Ruth nods, convinced of that fact. "I have money. Thank you."

Casey Jones has posed:
Casey Jones puts a hand on his hip, "I'm a little sore and busted from whippin' the ass of the city's underbelly all night, but I guess I gotta follow your advice. You're like my little blind guardian angel. Which is weird cause you're a teenage girl and those usually end up on the devil side, in my experience," he says.

"Nah, don't worry about it, I can pay my own way. Parts I can handle, it's the whole friggin' thing I can't do. Not all at once, anyway. I put most of my money back into my business and what I don't, I usually find some way to spend," he says.

Ruth Aldine has posed:
"Yes." Ruth agrees with him there. "There was a girl I knew a long time ago. She's dead. Drug overdose. Good families, sorry, don't mean anything if you are around bad influences." So yes, she agrees with him. "No one talked to me much, sorry. So no bad influences. Just my own." The silence after that was filled with the cane tapping.

"You cannot fix your fridge? I can help." Though, she should at least advise him to forgo it tonight, she did see it fall onto him.. which broke something.. which he didn't realize when he got into a fight.. and went to sleep.. and drowned..

"Who's side are you on, sorry?"

Casey Jones has posed:
Casey Jones shrugs, "It's okay. I talk enough for most people usually. I hope I'm on the good side. I ain't Captain America or nothin', but I try to do what I can. I ain't killing anybody or anything. I helped fight a whole ninja clan once. With some turtles. But like really big turtles. Ninja turtles," he says.

"And I can fix it, I just need the right parts. Probably. I'm good at fixin' stuff."

Ruth Aldine has posed:
Huuuuh? Should she even mention that a turtle showed up to the party last night?

Nah!

She keeps that little bit of information to herself, and as they reach the store, she waits for Casey to get the door. "I can tell you what to get. Thank you." She states, then nods her head.

At least he was used to mutants, but she didn't want to be out in public with her eyes the way that they were, considering it was dark, she may as well keep up the ruse.

"Isle two has an oil spill. We don't need stuff there."

Cause he'll slip in the oil and fall. Either way, the stains will be shit to get out.

Casey Jones has posed:
Casey Jones clomps around in his baseball cleats, the spiked points of the shoes clacking about as he looks for the parts. THat might be why he'd slip, those things are great for traction on dirt but not so great on the tile in the hardware store.

He takes the things up front. Luckily, the guy behind the counter knows Casey and is used to the mechanic's idiosyncracies, "I got some new crowbars in. Sure you don't want a crowbar? A lot easier than swingin' that lacrosse stick around," Mr. Harris mutters, ringing up Casey and then looking suspiciously at Ruth. "You with this guy legit? I'll call the cops if he's kidnapped you. Just say the word."

Ruth Aldine has posed:
Ruth follows him dutifully. Though she does stop and think.. what would she actually need to take on her trip under the sea? Tape would be out of the question. Tubes too. Nuts and bolts? Nah...

When they reach the counter, Ruth stands nearby, leaning onto her cane with both hands as if she were tired of walking, the offer for the crowbar is made and Ruth perks up. "I would like a crowbar. Yes." She states, moving to the counter to tuck the cane under her arm, reaching into her jean pocket to pull out a beat up wallet. A few bills were counted out, and change was dug for, all placed upon the counter top. Exact change, no receipt needed.

"Casey is my cousin. Our fathers were brothers. Though they are dead now and I am the only family that he has left. Sorry." What a liar! But she does know that just by saying that? Discounts could be even more better in the future.

Especially now that Casey will be around to save this guys life when he returns from his own families' funeral.

Casey Jones has posed:
Casey Jones pulls his hockey mask down to hide the smile that springs to his face, "Yeah, Ted! Don't be a dickhead. My cousin Lucy is real sensitive and you're messing with her. Jerk. God," he says.

He takes his bag of refrigerator parts and makes sure that Ruth has her crowbar.

"I can show you how to swing that, if you want. I'm pretty good. Although I guess you couldn't see it. I don't know how you'd feel me during my swing to pick upt he technique. I guess you'd know better, you're the blind person. I don't know shit about it. I bet the ninjas do, they learn how to find blindfolded. You should try using swords, too. I watched this samurai movie about a blind swordsman. It was awesome."

Ruth Aldine has posed:
"And I'm blind. Yes. I feel horrible." Ruth admits, even if Casey had gotten her name wrong. But as the items were paid for, Ruth happily slings her bag around her shoulder and heads right back out onto the town.

"A long time ago, my aunt, yes, made me watch the movie Ghost." She starts. "Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore when she was not scary. Thank you." The cane tip-tips, there was a point to this.

"I imagine it would be like that pottery scene."

Casey Jones has posed:
Casey Jones pauses in his stride for a second, "Like, when they ghost fuck?"

"I dunno if we're at the place in our relationship for ghost fucking, Ruth," he says. "We only just met, although you did save my life, so if you absolutely need to get some deep D, I'll do what I can."

"In the meantime, though, I wanna fix my freezer. Since I can't make the pizza, we can order some delivery. You like Chinese?"

Ruth Aldine has posed:
Ruth stops. "No." For -once-, she laughs, but it was a tiny one. "When they hold hands and make pottery."

She doesn't say anything about needing the D, if you've never had it, how could you possibly need it? But.. chinese?

"YES." That was a resounding yes. Hell. To. The. Fucking. Yes.

The cooks at the school were fantastic, in fact they were phoenomenal. But nothing really can't beat the way the food tastes in all it's greasy glory when it's delivered to you in boxes and containers..

"And drinks. Thank you."

Casey Jones has posed:
Casey Jones nods, "Ain't no problem, little mama," he says. He gets them back to his garage, pulling a massive collection of keys from his pocket and finding the right one almost instantly, "I'm closed today, being Sunday and all, so got the shop to myself," he says.

"Be careful, there are some greasy spots on the floor. Don't wanna slip or get oil all over your clothes. In fact, just stay out of the general garage area. My place is upstairs," he says, opening a door and leading her up to his little apartment.

Ruth Aldine has posed:
"Almost everyone is closed on Sunday." But not that wonderful chinese place.

Ruth follows him up the stairs carefully, her cane snapping into four sections so that she could dump it into the bag with her crowbar. The glasses weren't taken off just yet, but she was already in preparations of doing so, retrieving her handy, dandy blindfold from her back pocket.

Casey Jones has posed:
Casey Jones puts the parts down for the moment and opens up the fridge that works, as opposed to the freezer that doesn't, "Uhhhhhhhhhh...I've got beer and bottled water and some Sprite. There's an orange juice back there but I think there's something growing in it."

He gets a beer for himself, popping the top off with a bottle opener on his belt. "So, like...what do you do, Ruth? Just go around and, like, save people and be kinda creepy and cool? Are you like a divine messenger or something?

Ruth Aldine has posed:
"I'll take beer." Let's see how that goes over, it probably won't go over well though.

"I'm a senior in high school." She admits. There really was no reason to lie now. She finally takes a seat upon the available couch, putting her bag upon the ground, removing her glasses all in order. He -saw- that she didn't have any eyes, so there was no sense in hiding. But it doesn't help the fact that it does make her feel better with the blindfold on, which was laid across her lap so that she could fold it.

"I do not save people a lot. I am trying to graduate without cheating, because I feel that if I cheat, sorry, it will not be fair to everyone else." She doesn't look around, but she does tilts her chin towards the ceiling. "I can see the past, present, and future. Yes. And do more, but.." She shrugs her shoulders. "It feels nice to live alone."

Casey Jones has posed:
Casey Jones takes the beer over and pops the top. If he's bothered by her age, he isn't about to say anything about it. He drank lots of beer when he was a lot younger than her and he turned out okay.

Well. Kind of okay.

"School's good. Stay in school or something," he says. He doesn't know how to give positive encouragement. "Seeing the future sounds kind of rough. I mean, you could do good at gambling but lots of other things are gonna suck. Probably ruins all the movies, although being blind probably doesn't help that either."

He looks around, "It's not bad. Nobody telling me what to do or getting in my space. Gets lonely sometimes. I had a girlfriend for a while, but not anymore."

Ruth Aldine has posed:
Ruth takes the beer, almost wildly giddy that she'd have her first alcoholic beverage. But.. she was starting to feel a little horrible about holding it.. but.. she was going underground for a couple of days.. but..

She takes a swig, then wrinkles her nose completely. It tasted.. like fermented wheat..

"It is rough. It is hard to sleep. That is how I found you. I dreamed about you and saw you hurt. But then I also saw you not hurt, sorry, and I saw that we spend the night together." She frowns. "Is it bad that I really came because of the food?"

She shrugs her shoulders. "But you are nice, yes. And this place is nice, yes. What happened to her? Your girlfriend?"

Casey Jones has posed:
Casey Jones blinks, "We do what now?" he says. He was halfway through getting his armor off, leaving him in an A-line shirt and a pair of jeans. His dark hair has been pulled back into a bit of a manbun.

"I...no, like...the food's real good. Dragon Express ain't no joke,' he says. He's not sure what to make of all this but he's also glad for the company.

"Uh, I dunno, exactly. She just kinda told me she wanted to just be friends and now we're just friends. I see her now and then and go over to her house to fix stuff, but, uh...I dunno. I guess she's maybe just a bit too high class for me. She ain't wrong."

Ruth Aldine has posed:
Ruth probably missed it. "We spend the night together." She points towards the tv in the corner. "I say that I have never watched a movie, and you say that's absurd. Then you say how could you watch a movie anyways when your blind, and then I explain the entire thing, and we watch the movie. Thank you."

Of course, that explanation would take the entire night, quite possibly along with demonstrations, and by the time the movie is on, the sun would be in the sky and either one of them would be asleep..

"Casey.." Ruth mutters, then shrugs. "..if you want, I can tell you if you two will be together in the future."

Casey Jones has posed:
Casey Jones puts his beer down, "Hell no. I ain't even sure what I want. It was nice to be with her, but, like...I'm not sure she's the right one for me anyway. We had an adventure and got all mixed up together and things got kinda heated. That's just the way it happens, I guess. Indiana Jones always hooked up wit a different girl every movie."

"What movie are we gonna watch?"

Ruth Aldine has posed:
Ruth doesn't take another swig of her beer, and while she could ask for water, she didn't feel it was the right time. "Okay."

And that was that. The question of the movie is a bit odd, but she goes ahead with it anyways as if they've never had the previous discussion to begin with. "Creed 2. But I have never seen any of the Rocky movies before."