6307/Random Alley walking

Random Alley walking
Date of Scene:	22 May 2021
Location:	Bushwick <Mutant Town>
Synopsis:	Yay, random meeting!
Cast of Characters:	Atrid, Madigan Belle

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Atrid has posed:
Atrid walks the streets deep in thought kicking a random can down an alley. "Money...thats what I need, money makes the world go round." He grumbles and nods his head adjusting his black leather duster and stopping to lean against a wall. He pulls out his pack and takes a cigarette out sparking his zippo and lighting it. Atrid takes a drag inhales than exhales flicking the ash and placing it in his lips.

Madigan Belle has posed:
In the alley, down near the back end where there's a door leading into an apartment complex, a redhead is holding onto her Disney Princess purse that was over her shoulder. It's pink, bright, and vibrant, and it stands out like her hair and those braces on her legs and the crutch under her arm. Someone else is there, grabbing the bag and pulling, but the girl is holding on tight, "What?! You better let go, if you tear this bag, this is ONE OF A KIND! Oh my god, if you want money, I'll give you money!? But, my purse?! No way!" She's arguing with a mugger who seems both taken aback by the fact that the crutch using woman is still holding onto her bag, but also that she's not terrified of the mugger. For now though, that's only a moment of stun before he'll certainly get more aggressive with the agitated woman.

Atrid has posed:
Atrid walks in to that alley taking another drag of his cigarette. "Hey ass hat, I think ya need ta let tha' ladies purse go now!" He growls as his right hand ignites in flames and his left encases in ice. He sends a jet of flames by his head and it hits the wall beside him. "My next shot wont miss!" Atrid shouts as he discretely ices the ground behind the guy. "Now ya gonna le' go or are ya gonna be makin' me get rough with ya."

Madigan Belle has posed:
It's mutant town, and even though the guy taking the purse knew that he figured the chick with a crutch was likely to be an easy target. And she may very well have been had Atrid not shown up. "Fuckin' mutants!" The guy growls out in anger, but the fire and ice have him more than a little afraid and he's running back through the door that leads to some common area of the apartment complex linked to this alley. Away he disappears.

Madigan, on the other hand, is breathing a bit heavily, and looking over her purse to investigate any harm the jerk-face had done to it. She sighs and closes her eyes a bit when she realizes it is fine. "Well, that was soooooooo lucky. Thank you. Wow, you are like, one of those back muscle relaxers fire AND ice." She chuckles a bit, grinning rather big as she looks over to Atrid. "Call you when I got cramps, am I right? I am. Unless." Her eyes get really wide, "You are just going to take my limited edition, one of a kind, custom Disney Princess purse?!"

Atrid has posed:
Atrid looks up at her. "I aint a patch or vream known as icy hot." He says shrugging before getting closer. "Though yer quite the beautiful on, and I may be an attractive guy myself but I dont think that but I aint into Disney Princesses or purses and it aint really my color." He says simply. "But yer welcome dahlin aint nothin' that any one else in my position wouldnt have done." He says with a smile. "Lemme take ya home er somethin'?"

Madigan Belle has posed:
"That's a lot to unpack there, mister." And Madi grips the handle on her crutch, making sure it fits up under her arm, and then uses it to help keep her balance as she sways her legs more than a person would walking, and then there's a quick smooth pause, letting her braces lock, as she moves forward. Looking to Atrid, she hrms and quirks her mouth a bit back and forth some, eyeing him up and down, squinty eyes of distrust until they open up more with a bright smile, "I'm Madigan, lots of people just call me Madi. It's quicker, but not by much, you know, and it really destroys the name because there's no meaning for 'Madi' but there is for Madigan. Not the greatest, but yeah, so, thanks for saving my purse. Do you want some money or something? I could give you some, or whatever." A pause before she ohs, and looks to her purse, and grin giggles a bit, "I've had it for a while, but I love them, pink is a good color. Doesn't quite go with the ol' head colors, or my tendency to dress like the nerd I am. My home? That's kind of forward, and it's all the way near Columbia University. Probably out of your way."

Atrid has posed:
Atrid shakes his head back and forth. "Nah dahlin no need ta be payin me fer doin the right thing." He says with a grin heading closer but keeping his hands down so as not to accidentally come off as a threat to her. "I aint meaning like that hun, I meant ta escort ya fer yer safety, if ya arent comfortable with that its fine I understand. Im Bjorn, and folks call me Bjorn, cant much be outta the way fer a street kid like me, my life is transient ta say the least. Nah pink looks good on ya, blacks, blues and reds are my color preferences though."

Madigan Belle has posed:
Madigan Belle nods her head a few times, and rather quickly, making her hair kind of bounce about as she does this, and then adds, "Well, I mean, I don't mind escorts. But like, from here to Columbia University is extra time consuming what with my speed." She rolls her eyes as she double taps her crutch on the ground. Then she starts walking again, presuming you are moving with her. "So, Bjorn, street kid, huh? Like, you grew up on the streets, or like you are homeless? I've never really experienced either, though I do love being 'on the streets'. I have this really mean shirt I wear when I'm going through tough neighborhoods so folks know I'm serious." She gives her best impression of a 'hard look' and it is anything but, what with her too open bright eyes, too much teeth in her grimace, and those glasses just don't help the overall look. And then a shrug, "I mean, clearly you are meta, but it would be presumptuous of me to think that you are a mutant just cause you are here in Mutant town. I mean, like me? Right, I'm just a geneticist and providing some helpful tips to random strangers about not stealing purses. You know?" She swings it up a bit more over her shoulder as she thinks about it, and then uses the same hand to wipe hair out of her face.

Atrid has posed:
Atrid follows her keeping pace. "Its ok Ive got nothin' else ta do and plenty of time. Though I aint sure what a Meta is, Im a Mutant yes." He says with a laugh at her oh so adorable attempt at a serious Im a bad ass look. "No I was raised in a real home and went to a school and loving being the anti social rebel I was." Bjorn says with a laugh as he makes sure to keep pace with Madi. "No I live on the streets now, my parents kicked me out when they found out about my parents, left me with these beautiful reminders that Im nothing more than a freak." He states with a grin. "Anyway Im more than happy ta get ya home safe what with ya bein on crutches its better ta have a defender with ya."

Madigan Belle has posed:
"Oh? That's really terribly sad. I mean, my parents basically were scientists, so I've always had this super love of genetic sequences. They were chemists, which is..." She pssssh, huffing out air powerfully enough to bounce her hair away from around her glasses, "Like super dull. I do it, I'm good at it, but like, genetics, so much more interesting. Metas? Oh, it's kind of short for metahumans, or metagenes, depending on who you ask. So, kind of a shortcut term for anyone with beyond human capabilities." She smiles big, showing off teeth, and keeps moving, slower than a normal person walking but she's got the smooth motion down and has clearly been having this walking assistance need for a long while as she doesn't go too much slower than a non-crutch based person. However, she clearly wouldn't be able to get away from a dangerous person as already shown, "Yeeeaaaaah, I end up getting mugged probably once a week or so." A bit of a shrug, "Not a big deal. It was the purse I was trying to keep safe. Can't get another one of these, not easily..."

Atrid has posed:
Atrid chuckling he shrugs. "Metagene? You talking about the Mutant X gene Im sure it is." He says smiling and looks at her. "Its not as dull as youd think. I too am fascinated with science mostly genetics." Bjorn states softly as he grins and looks at the surroundings a bit. "Getting mugged once a week is a terrible thing. Why would you not have hired a body guard to keep you safe?"

Madigan Belle has posed:
There's a bit of a shake of her head, "No, not specifically. Mutant gene X, is just sort of called that. There's a cluster of genes that have secondary effects and turns on different biological capacities. Metagenetics is, for instance, the study of all beyond human capabilities. It doesn't technically cover say aliens, or whatever, but I like studying them as well." She shrugs a little bit, "It isn't accurate to call them metagenes, but it's kind of shorthand for a lot of folks. I mean, technically, I'm a mutant as well." She raises up a hand and fluffs her hair a moment, grinning, "Don't get cool stuff like ice and fire hands, but I do generate a lot of 'weird' thoughts because people have lots of beliefs about redheads." She chuckles and then offers a little bit of a shrug, "I dunno. I kind of like meeting new people, so, hiring a body guard to stop impromptu meetings seems like not such a good idea. Besides, a mugging is just 1 step away from like, paying for dinner or having a date or something. You know?" She smiles, but then tilts her head, "You like genetics? Wow, nice. I'm like, basically a few non-lazy days away from having my doctorate. What do you like the most about studying genes?"

Atrid has posed:
Atrid looks at her. "Plenty of thoughts about red heads I know." He says floofing the red side of his hair. "But again all the more reason to get a body guard, and no its not a step from a date or anything like that, its a fear tactic attack to take what doesnt belong to them." Bjorn states. "So I think its best if when yer here I take you ta where yer goin." He says with a smile. "I am not gonna be seein ya gettin' mugged again ok." Bjorn states and goes up to her handing a slip of paper with his number on it. "Call me when ya need me ok, darlin'."

Madigan Belle has posed:
Taking the piece of paper, Madi looks it over, and nods her head, "Cool. I guess I can call anytime, I'm out and about at weird times, though. Is it okay? I mean, I'm like, literally out and about at all hours sometimes, got stuff to do, the lab at Columbia University is so busy during the day and I can use the whole lab if I do early morning, late night, kind of places." She is speaking relatively quickly, but smiles bigger, "Oh, also, like, then I can see you kick butt some more, as well? That'd be cool. I love seeing powers. It's so amaaaaazing."

Atrid has posed:
Atrid grins and shakes his head with a laugh. "Or I can just do what I do best and not use them unless necessary." He teases. "Though it doesnt matter anytime day or night you can call and Ill pick up and be yer escort." He says as he stops for just a moment before looking at Madi again. "So did ya get injured or is it something more like a disability?" Bjorn asks curiously. "I aint tryina be rude or nothin' Im just curious is all."

Madigan Belle has posed:
"Uhhhhh, but, that's not as cool for... me?" There's a bit of giggling that comes from Madi as she smiles big. Though she offers a little bit of a shrug, "Well, yeah, I guess that makes sense though. Don't want to draw attention from ... you know, craziness that might be out there." And she sort of folds up the paper and tucks it away into one of her pockets. She looks over to Atrid, "So, I wasn't injured, just, I'm naturally this way. Really. I have a problem with my nervous system. So, like, I can feel my legs and everything... bummer right? But, like, can barely cause the muscles to twitch. It's just... the way it is, ya know? They could chop them off and try and replace with prosthetics, but if those prosthetics needed nervous system impulses, still wouldn't work for me. Just, like, win you lose, you lose sometimes." She offers, and keeps up her slow pace. "I mean, I don't mind so much, keeps my legs hairless, so at least I don't have to shave or anything, but if I want to wear a long skirted dress? No way, anything past the knees, ya know, looks terrible doesn't fit right, and snags. So, short skirts, only, not such a bad deal, but I also have a hard time with those for other reasons..."

Atrid has posed:
Atrid nods and chuckles throwing her a wink those late teen hormones flaring up a bit as he laughs. "Draws a lot of attention to your lovely curves and assets?" He teases placing a hand on her shoulder briefly. "Looks like for different reasons we both have medical stuff that impedes us but has its benefits. The scars give me street cred make me look tougher and some ladies think theyre attractive, though I think theyre a blemish and a bight. But I think ya look fantastic Madigan, and know that Im not the type that would ever give you any reason to fear the problem the short skirts cause. Though I wouldnt mind getting to know you better."

Madigan Belle has posed:
As Atrid talks to Madi she is smiling more and more, as she gets complimented, "Well, that's really, nice, of you to say. I mean, like, super nice. Right? And sort of, I mean, like, yeah. It's just, people look at my braces, all the time, so, like, if I'm wearing a short skirt it kind of keeps those eyes low." And she chuckles a bit, shaking her head some at that, and then adds, "I mean, I got nice legs, it's just, I can't cross my legs very well, so sitting suddenly becomes, awkward. So, I tend to stick to pants, but if I'm going out out, then it's skirts and such all the way." She quirks her mouth to the side, and then offers, "That was probably too much information, huh? Anyhow, I mean -" A pause as she looks up at to Atrid's face and squints, "Oh, scars. Right right. I really don't even notice things like that anymore. What with like crocodile mixed breed people wandering around, aliens, tentacles, you know, stuff like that. Things like this kind of go away from what I notice."

Atrid has posed:
Atrid looks at her and takes Madi in his gaze roving over Madigan's curves briefly before back up to her eyes. "So can I like, I dont know um take ya out sometime maybe?" He asks with a smile as he softly scuffs his shoes against the concrete flushing a bit about this. "So than let a big strapping guy with some extraordinary skills and phenomenal cosmic power ta be on yer arm fer a while." He teases.

Madigan Belle has posed:
"Sure thing. Um..." And Madigan reaches around to her purse, having to stop moving for the moment, and fishes out her phone. Then she is sending a text to Atrid's phone without pulling back out the piece of paper. Seems like she memorized the number even in the brief bit that she looked at it. "You should get a text from me, right now." She grins and then offers, "Well, we're here at my home." A place in New York nearby Columbia University. It's a tall building, and she looks up, "I'm like, I'm on the top floor, but I think the elevator is pretty safe." She chuckles at that, and then offers, "Just hit me up, and I'm sure I'll be free for a date."