Hannah Greene It had been a lovely afternoon, but it was raining now. I did not mind the rain, I never have. Especially when I have somewhere dry to sit. I watch it, glance up at it from time to time. I had taken a little trip away from the school, and now I was seated under the large umbrella of an outside table at a lovely little cafe. People pass, ask if they can stand under my little shelter. I do not answer, I give a glance, and I sigh. They move on, and I am glad for that. I like to be alone. It is quiet in my head when I am alone. All the emotions and sensations I feel are my own, and no one else's. I wore black today, it suits me, even if the dress is a bit more showy than I would normally like. It fits my mood. Over it I have a small wrap, it is pink, my favorite color. I will look at a passing person heading off here or there, get a brush of emotion, feel the slick wet clothes on their skin. All of it is hard to keep out sometimes. I jot down a few notes, like about a woman with a baby feeling worry, doubt, and hate. Like a blind man feeling hope. Everything deserves commentary, even if it is only I who will ever know it.

John Allerdyce™ If Hannah was getting little brushes of emotion, she'd definitely feel John's. Boy, was he moody today. And he hated the rain. His torso and lower chest were tightly wrapped under the black t-shirt he wore. He'd broken a rib in last night's little fiesta, and under the white bandages were ugly black and purple bruising. It echoed down his shoulder, hinted at where his sleeve ended and his arm was visible. Small cuts here and there, a nasty one, however, along his chin. With that, and his scowl, people tended to step away from Johnny boy. While everyone had an umbrella, John did not. His jeans and shirt clung to him but he wasn't cold. Hair in his face but whatever. He paused to stand under the awning of the cafe, just to try and think of where to go next. He didn't notice the girl sitting in the little black dress. Not yet, anyway.

Hannah Greene I feel him coming. I do not like it when people hurt near me. It is not for my pity sake, or that I feel sympathy for them. It is that I feel it too. The pain. Every last little ache. I drop my pen, it rolls off the table, coming near the man who is hurt and angry. My hand goes to my side, placed over a spot to mirror his pain. I partially lean to that side, and I gasp. It is like I am injured, it feels like someone shot me. "Ow.." I look up for the source of the pain, and I find that my pen is finding it first, as it comes to roll to bump his shoe lightly. "People who have been hit by trucks should be in the hospital."

John Allerdyce™ As the pen bumps his wet sneaker, he glances first at the brunette and then the pen. The scowl slowly melts away, though he still looks angry. John tends to look angry all the time, really. "I got hit with a ton of bricks, really." Close to the truth. You try being shot up with asphalt and then slammed to the ground. Owie. He bent down, and then winced. A bright flash of pain and he grabbed his side. He shifted, to grab the pen while hunched down on his knees instead of just bending to and fro. Slowly, standing, he'd step over and hand her the pen. Standing in the rain now, but he didn't seem bothered. He was already soaked. "What're you writin'?" John had no sense of other's privacy.

Hannah Greene His pain, is making me grumpy. The new pain, it makes me gasp again, makes tears come to my eyes. My fingers curl into the fabric of my dress a bit, and after a moment a very tiny whimper comes. I try to shove his pain from my body, but it is harder than it seems. "You...should not have done that.." It would have been shorter for me to say 'shouldn't', but it would not be me if I used shorter and joined words. "I mean, I could have." Why do angry men get around me? It sparks that anger inside of me, the one I cannot seem to let go of. Gritting my teeth, I take in a breath before I rise to take the pen from him. "...words."

John Allerdyce™ He just.. eyes her. She's behaving strangely. Mimicking his.. oh. What is with all these mutants he's running into? At least.. he thinks it's that.. He's watching her rather closely now. Like she's said something interesting. "It was by my shoe. Made more sense." His face suddenly breaks into a sly smile. "Anything for a pretty lady." She has to really 'take' the pen from him. he doesn't let go willingly.

Hannah Greene   Another breath, to push it out, the pain, keep it out. I may be a mutant, or I may be really observant. Either way, I lift my hand to dab at my eyes while the other is trying to take the pen. The pen is not being let go, though. My cheeks flush a bit. It sounds different from him, and I am trying to keep a handle on the rush of those emotions too. "Are you trying to make me angry, or flustered?" I do not pull it from him just yet. He gave me a complement, I will give him some time.

John Allerdyce™ "Both could be fun. Which one do you feel the most?" That signature sly grin of his only widens, and with the next little tug of the pen she gives, he'll finally let it go. However, he'll hold on until that happens. He doesn't seem to be in pain anymore. But he is. She can feel that. No longer holding his side. In fact, the hand not keeping the pen from her is shoved into one pocket of his rather wet jeans.

Hannah Greene My brow arches a bit, and I leave my dark chocolatey gaze on his, intense, deep, with a spark of fire dancing in them. I have been told I am fiery, but if the right person sparks that fire...or the wrong one. It is hard to put out. With the pen still linking us, I smirk some. "The world is full of anger, and so am I. I do not get flustered easily." I only asked if he was trying after all. My thumb brushes his fingertip, with contact I can feel the pain more acutely, where it is on his body, exactly, so I focus just a bit, my gaze still on his. I ebb his pain softly. Mute it a bit.

John Allerdyce™ The fire in his eyes is also mirrored in his. Real fire. Both power and the fiery attitude he seems to hold. The sly smile turns into a smirk as thumb touches finger and he feels a bit of the pain of his mangled side ebb away. Muted. Softened. One eyebrow slowly rises. "Do you do that a lot?"

Hannah Greene "Sometimes. I like it when people run screaming thinking I will open my mouth and swallow them whole." I lower my gaze to the pen for a moment, then lift it again. "You are not going to run away, are you?" I smirk again, folding my free arm under the one that holds the pen, and I cant my head to the right slightly, wondering if he will. A man can be tough and sure of himself...until he meets a mutant and pees himself. But I do not think he will.

John Allerdyce™ "Could be fun." The swallowing people whole part. He finally, really does let go of the pen.. only to make himself at home in the seat across from her, across the small little table. Under the umbrella. He retrieves the pack of smokes from his back pocket, thumping it briefly against his palm before he removes one. And then removes his lighter. Pack of camels now put away, he flicks open his lighter with a slight twist of the wrist, and the flame is there. Burning the edge of his cigarette.. If she blinks, she may miss the small shape of a bird. A phoenix, perhaps. Before the cap is replaced and the lighter is gone. He blows the smoke to the side after he inhales. "No."

Hannah Greene I sit then, placing my pen into my journal before I lean upon my elbows. The smoke is not bothering me, we are outside, the breeze takes it away from me. I am focused on him, mostly so I do not let my hold on his pain slide away. I am feeling charitable. The journal is wide open between us, of course I am fairly certain he may not be able to read it. It is written in lovely looping penmanship, but it is also written in French. I did not blink, I am focused on him, after all. The shape of the bird, however momentary, makes me smirk some. "Who ...hurt you? Or should I say...what?"

John Allerdyce™ "Some little punk-ass kid. He didn't like the fact that I called him a killer." The end of his cigarette flares as he inhales once more. He doesn't blow the smoke at her, but to the side. The breeze does the rest. The smell of the smoke mingles with the smell of the falling rain and the smells coming from the inside of the cafe whenever the door is opened just a foot or two away from them. "Just telling him the truth." The secrets of her journal are safe with her. John's not interested, really. And, well. He doesn't speak or write French.

Hannah Greene I rest my chin on my wrist, and I watch him for a moment. The focus on his pain is pulling my focus on keeping emotions out of my head. Someone inside just found out their husband was cheating on them. My face is taken up with a momentary look of sorrow, before I push it away. "And being a killer, that would be...bad, m?" I partially turn my head toward the door, my gaze moves off of him finally, and onto the cement in front of the doorway, I seem to be unsure of how to hold my face, whether I want to cry or smirk. It is irritating me, but I clear my throat and attempt to keep a hold of the situation. "It seems to be all the rage, especially if you are a human who thinks mutants make a good target."

John Allerdyce™ ".. depends on who you kill." John replies, and while he had followed her gaze to the door with his own, his eyes then turn back to watch her. Seems she's having a difficult time with.. something. He doesn't know what, though. At her next statement, he grins again and leans back, dashing a bit of ash along the sidewalk next to his chair. "Or a mutant who thinks that humans need to learn their role in our world."

Hannah Greene There is one man I would like to kill, I do not think he is in jail any longer. After what he did to me. I want to peel every inch of flesh from his flailing body. My nostrils flare a bit as I draw my gaze back to him. I think he wants me to be angry. "You mean, they are good enough for a role?" My hand that has been laying on the table has taken up my pen, I am gripping it as a murderer might grip a knife. And my knuckles turn a bit white with it.

John Allerdyce™ "Hardly." John says, with a snort of contempt. He watches her, the sudden change in attitude. Something's definitely happened to this girl. That, or she's a bit 'off'. Or both. "Once they realize that we are superior, the better their lives could be." A smirk. "Maybe." It wasn't the killing that John really enjoyed.. it was the destruction.

Hannah Greene For me it is the terrorizing and the torture. I was having fun making the lives of my brothers a living hell while I was home. Making hell of the lives of our neighbors, my parents, anyone I could, was pleasure for me. To make them feel what I had to feel. To go through. "Why are you so angry?"

John Allerdyce™ Terrorizing and torture is fun, too. "My parents were members of Friends Of Humanity." The anti-mutant group. Hannah surely knew about them. All mutants did in the area. Or, they should. "They didn't like their only son being a freak." John says, bitterly, after another drag-and-exhale. The cigarette's half gone by now. He's a fast smoker. "I joined a school that tried to brainwash me. Certain mutants aren't on my Nice list, either."

Hannah Greene My gaze turns more interested and curiosity when he mentions the school. "Brainwash you, or think they can save you." I sigh some, but in irritation, not in softness. "Others think they can fix me." That would do it. I sort of gloss over the Friends of Humanity, for a short while, I can bring up that sort of thing later. "That is a list that is nonexistent for me." I smirk then, looking down to my hand, releasing the pen. I shake out my sore fingers a bit. "I try to...play nice, but I am ...not nice to begin with."

John Allerdyce™ "Both." He says, simply, of her question of brainwash vs. fixing him. How can you help someone when you only allow them to see things your way? That Xavier dolt was a fool. He grins, as her gaze sharpens at the mention of the school. "Do you go there? Xavier's?" Casually. He doesn't comment on her play-nice bit. His response will depend on her answer.

Hannah Greene "I am...taking a break, from said school." I go there, but I am not sure I want to go there. "They say they can help me with control, keep people out of my head, but it seems like they only want to get into it." I frown to myself, and I sigh lightly. "I would not be there if I had another choice. Parents shipped me off like...some...object to the repair shop." If I were still holding the pen, it would have probably snapped by now, for my hand is squeezing in a tight fist again. "They are all so...sickeningly optimistic and wishy-washy about how humans are just like we are. But they are not. They are pathetic. Weak. Insignificant."

John Allerdyce™ John's practically beaming right now. His smile can't get any bigger. He reaches over to brush rough finger-tips over the back of Hannah's hand. "I have a solution." A pause. "Where you don't have to play nice if you don't want to. in fact, we like it if you're a bit.. naughty." A slight wink, and a grin. The cigarette's gone. Drowning on the sidewalk, now.

Hannah Greene My eyes move to his hand which touched mine, and I glance up, for a moment, a bit unsure of what to say, really. "Mm?" I think briefly about Corrin, I wonder if he would come after me. Maybe he would. Maybe he would get hurt doing it. I told him that I cannot be fixed. I will not be fixed. He is not my savior. My anger drains to a soft annoyance, and I let my brow arch again. "Tell me more?"

John Allerdyce™ Mutants aren't meant to be fixed. Anyone who does.. well. "I'm sure you've heard of the Brotherhood.." Of course she has. She'd probably know who he was, too, just by mentioning his name. He was rather known around school. Had been before changing 'sides', too. He had a.. reputation, so to speak.

Hannah Greene "I have. Visionaries." At least, it is how I see it. I finally offer my hand to him, to shake his, so I can properly introduce myself. "My name...is Hannah Greene..." I pause. "..Sensation.." I am an empath, I think my power seems a bit more high brow than most. At least it sounds it, makes some impressed, leaves others wanting, and yet others left in the wake of my anger. "You..are?"

John Allerdyce™ "I see." John smirks and takes her hand. He's still in pain but that anger? Gone. He feels a lot better than he had been when he had been wet and under the awning. Then again, he was still soaked. "John Allerdyce.." The grin widens. "Pyro." His hand is warm, despite the rain, and now dry. He'll give her more slender hand a squeeze, and let the touch linger a bit, before letting go.

Hannah Greene And there was recognition laying in my gaze. "The infamous." I grin a bit more broadly. His absence of anger is making mine drain from me. The lingering touch is noted. Corrin can do something with fire, I remind myself, but I do not think I am listening. "I have heard stories., I see you could not take that place either." I then grow pensive and unsure, was he inviting me to become part of this...Brotherhood? "Was ..that an invitation, Pyro?"

John Allerdyce™ "I'm surprised anyone can. They're all too stupid to see that the freak in the wheelchair just wants to control them." Gruffly, gaze elsewhere for a second. He briefly stopped to think about what Theresa had said the other day.. but shook his head to clear his thoughts, and looked back at Hannah. "Well. At least one to have a little meet and greet." Magneto would be pleased. And maybe this would show that stupid Xavier that his method didn't sit well with everyone.

Hannah Greene "A meet and greet, I can do." I will have a lot to think about. I close my journal, but not before tearing out a sheet of paper, I jot down my cell phone number, I do not want to use the school's phones for something like this. I slide it over to him. Part of me is not thinking at all, part of me is telling me this is a mistake. I wonder, is it? "I do not think I would want my phone call monitored, so that is my cell, but, my thoughts are probably monitored anyway." I begin to rise from my seat. "Unless, it was an immediate thing. I do not presume to think a man like your leader would be...unbusy."

John Allerdyce™ "I wouldn't put it past the old geezer." Is John's reply to the mind monitor thing. He knew Xavier' probably pulled something sick like that. Ugh. He hated that guy. Among other, annoying blondes with ice powers and - Ahem. He took the paper and folded it not-too-neatly before sliding it in his wallet for safe-keeping. He stays sitting, however, and lights another cigarette. "I'll have to talk with some people but.. we'll definitely be in touch."

Hannah Greene I leave a twenty dollar bill on the table from my little clutch purse. I know it is far too much to put out there for what I had, which was a cup of coffee, but I enjoy wasting my parent's money. They feel throwing more at me will make me stop hating them. It is an amusing thought. "I will...definitely keep you in mind." I lift an umbrella that had been leaning on the side of my chair, and I open it, before I look at him again, giving a look of misplaced affection, it is in mock, however. I know he is not one for those things, even if I had wanted one for those things. "I have wondered if my thoughts were my own since I had arrived." I pluck up my journal and pen, tuck them under my arm and I turn to walk down the street. Even in this wind and rain, I haven't a hair out of place. Smoothly kept and groomed. I then turn my head and look at him from over my shoulder. If I take a step, my control over his pain will ebb away. "Unless you wanted to buy me dinner, or let me buy you dinner, maybe a watch or two." I smirk. "They think money will make me not hate them. I think wasting it, will hurt them." Not that I need to explain myself.

John Allerdyce™ While she's getting up and getting herself re-settled, John merely watches her. She interests him, the fact that another student could have the same viewpoints. He wonders how long she's been at Xavier's, but figures there will be plenty of Q&A once she meets the rest of the Brotherhood. If she does.. but he's sure no one will mind, really. At the mention of dinner, that grin returns to his face. "Well, that sounds good. But I have plans for tonight already.." The grin widens a bit as he exhales smoke back over his shoulder. "But. I have your number and.. you can count on hearing from me."

Hannah Greene "I will await breathlessly." My over exaggeration is noted in my tone of friendly sarcasm, then I wonder if I have ever exhibited friendly sarcasm before. I start to walk away, along the curb four cars down sits a shiny big black Escalade, I remove my keys and unlock it, as I glance back to him, I then get in, fold my umbrella and close my door. By now the pain is out of my reach to effect, and it was no slow fade, but a cruel cold slap in the face. Not that I could help it. I start the car and pull away. The school is not for me, I do not think. I just do not seem to fit. Like a round peg for a square hole.

 

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