8970/Fire and Nice

Fire and Nice
Date of Scene:	06 December 2021
Location:	Domino's Pizza
Synopsis:	Phoebe and Atrid meet at a Pizza Joint
Cast of Characters:	Phoebe Beacon, Atrid

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Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe Beacon was at an age where she proably should still be in school during the day, but... isn't. Today she's wearing torn jeans and a black sweatshirt over a green tee, showing a duo of cream-colored skeletons and 'No Bones About It' beneath them. Her coily hair is braided, showing a bit of its undercut. She has a pair of earbuds in, a cheese-and-green-pepper pizza in front of her, and is looking over one of those thick, extra boring college-level books on anatomy and physiology. She has a backpack that is also full of books by her feet as she takes up half a booth in the pizza joint.

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen wanders in, for his part he's dressed in his goth fashion 90's tripp pants black fishnet top, his hair naturally red and white spiked leather bracelets eye shadow black nail polish the works including the goth style leather boots. His hair is in a braid and this hazel eyes spot Phoebe a fellow ditcher nice. He orders a Pepperoni, double bacon and black olive pizza. The whole pie not just a slice and a coke heading over hell tap Phoebe on the shoulder. "Care if I join ya?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe gives a soft 'hmm'? sound, the earthy looking casual girl looking up at someone who looks like he walked out of a Historical Hot Topic. She looks him up and down, and gives a slight smile as she motions to the other side of the table. "Help yourself. I know it's kind of crowded." she replies kindly to the kid, reaching for a slice of her own vegetable topped pie.

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen shakes his head laughing. "I've been in more crowded situations darlin'." He says with a winning smile. "I'm Atrid, Atrid Torsen, a pleasure to meet you."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Her eyebrows rise up as he calls her 'darlin', and she gives a gently scoff as she sits up a little bit.

    "Phoebe." she introduces herself simply with her first name. Not as likely to be tracked down, and the full volley of last names is both pretencious as hell and won't fit on a bus pass.

    "You're not from New York originally, are you? I thought they were almost as bad as we are in Gotham with friendliness."

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen laughs and nods. "Born and raised in Brooklyn why?" He asks.

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen looking her over again. "You're beautiful, and alone, so where's your partner?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "... because I've lived in both places and usually, unless you're wearing some form of spandex, 'friendly neighborhood' doesn't apply." she states, and then she bristles at the statement.

    "I'm an adult. I can go to the library and get books all on my own, thank you." she states, a little cooly, drawing the book a little closer to herself.

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen chuckles raising his hands up. "I meant no offense. Or that you can't go places by yourself or handle yourself. More a whens you're boyfriend coming to kick my ass for talking to his gorgeous girlfriend."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "That'd be a challenge since I don't have a boyfriend. So we'd both be surprised." Phoebe points out, her eyebrows rising up a moment as she reaches for a napkin to wipe her hand before turning the page of the borrowed book, though her ears darken a little bit at the commentary.

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen looks at her. "Really? No boyfriend?" He says as his pizza and coke are brought to him he sips and than bites. "Well if thats the case would you allow my to take you out sometime? Dinner and a movie maybe, or maybe some putt putt?" He asks with confidence.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe keeps her eyebrows drawn up as she regards Atrid, and she steeples her fingers a moment, the dark-complexioned girl swinging her feet down and leaning forward.

    "Do you always ask out random girls at pizza shops, or are you in rare form today?" she asks the Goth Atrid, leaning back a little bit.

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen shakes his head. "No not always, you're pretty, you're alone, judging by the books you've got here you're smart. I figure why not, give it a shot what do I got to lose." Yea he trying to play it cool in fact there maybe some if forming on his cu

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe's eyes give a little narrow, and she lances down to the ice forming on Atrid's cup, and then she points with her pinky finger.

    "Nervous?" she asks in an amused voice.

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen looks at her and smiles. "Me...nervous? No no... just ya know..." He trails of taking a bite of his pizza and another sip, yes stuff your face to avoid speaking of weaknesses. "What makes you think I'm nervous?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "You didn't order a frosty." Phoebe points out, looking at the ice forming on the top of Atrid's up, and she raises her eyebrows again.

    "So, Metahuman, metaphysic, mutant?" she questions curiously, grabbing a piece of her own pizza to nibble on again, book set to the side.

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen laughs. "Oh umm... you noticed that didja?" He rubs the back of his head. "I'm a mutant. It could have been worse it could have been my right hand." He shudders but smiles warmly at Phoebe.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Yeah, I see what you're doing there." Phoebe points out, and she gives a small shrug of her shoulders. "So what, you withdraw heat with your left hand, and put out heat with the right?" she asks in curiosity, looking to the boy, and then his hair, and she motions upwards "Manifestation of ability or fashion choice?" she inquires.

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen smiles and laughs. "Something like that, fire with the right ice the left. As for my hair been like this as long as I can remember. My parents thought it was genetic."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "I thought it was an example of irregular poliosis, to be honest." Phoebe's nose scrunches a little bit, and she gives a little bit of a shrug. "So -- you're a mutant." she remarks, tapping her fingers together. "Neat!"

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen smiles and takes a drink of his now coke slushie. "I don't know what all that other stuff meant. But yes I'm a Mutant." He smiles. "Neat I mean if you think so cool. But most people hate and fear us and want us like dead."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe gives a little bit of smile to Atrid, and gives a shrug. "You're just a person with powers, like pretty much anyone else who puts on a mask or cape." she states to Atrid quietly, looking around at the people in the pizza shop. "Anyone here could be a good guy or a bad guy, a mutant or meta. A demon wearing a skinsuit of a person. An avenging angel sworn to destroy sinners. Daywalking zombie... and you'd never know unless they did something to make it obvious."

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen nods his head and laughs. "Yea I guess you're right about that. Just the hate we receive bothers me and not for me, if I don't use my powers I just look like a Goth guy but for those who can't hide it, the ones who look like animals, or demons or have unique colors of skin." He shrugs. "But you seem rather open minded."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "My city is defended by a guy who dresses up like a giant bat and has a sidekick named after a songbird, and grew up having Clown Drills. Gothamites are either very open minded or /extremely/ jaded." she jokes, and she leans her shoulders back. "So, you're a local kid, huh? What's it like growing up in the shadow of The Big Apple?"