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Post by Bobby Drake on Sept 20, 2010 13:21:55 GMT -4
Bobby felt his smile slip a little after he made his confession. Callie was looking at him with genuine fear and distrust, and he was honestly surprised at how much that expression wounded him. Hanging his head a little in shame he took a deep breath.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I would never…I mean we have codes and ethics and junk about like invading in someone’s brain and stuff.” It still felt a little awkward to consider himself part of the psychic club, but he couldn’t help that he was born with this gift.
He looked back up at her, the pain evident in his eyes.
“I didn’t ask to be born like this.”
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Post by Callie on Sept 20, 2010 14:32:04 GMT -4
Then he had to go looking all remorseful and pathetic, no, not pathetic, much as she wanted to use the word she had to admit that it was a little too derogatory, and she couldn't help but find the whole puppy-dog thing curiously adorable.
What was happening to her? Was he doing this? Making her feel sorry for him with his psychic ways by looking all cute and... wait, damnit. Clearly she just found him attractive, that was all this was, and the knowing stuff about him was obviously him accidentally (or on purpose) giving her the information, and the feeling like they'd met before... well, it happened sometimes, didn't it? It was just... something that happened.
"Yea, well... jus'.... don' do it... please..."
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Post by Bobby Drake on Sept 20, 2010 15:07:38 GMT -4
Bobby meekly agreed to not pry into her pretty head, though to be honest he wasn’t sure how he had done it in the first place. It wasn’t like he knew how to focus these powers. Maybe there was no way to control them at all. Maybe he would just be walking down the street like Bruce Willis in that Unbreakable movie and he would just know stuff.
His attention lost focus for a moment as large and extremely loud truck passed by. It sort of gave him perspective for a moment. Here he was standing on the corner and talking to a young lady who he thought he knew.
Powers or not, that was pretty cool.
Plus, she was smokin’ hot!
It totally made him want to show off for her. He looked over his shoulder and then down the street. The streets were busy, but as usual in New York, nobody paid attention to anyone. “Wanna see something cool,” he said with a devilish gleam in his eyes.
He made a flourishing gesture with his hands and then cupped them together. Bringing them to his mouth he blew into his hands while not taking his eyes off of her. Then he held them there and smiled at her while opening his palms to reveal the head of a rose sculpted beautifully out of ice.
Bobby held it out for her. “I’m really glad I ran into you, Callie.”
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Post by Callie on Sept 20, 2010 15:38:14 GMT -4
Tacky tricks did not impress her, she was far too streetwise and jaded for that... wasn't she? Only the icy rose sort of reminded her of a happier time, which was weird because there were very few happier times in her life, and almost none of them should be linked to a rose made of ice.
Maybe it was just because it was the sort of sweet, cheesy rubbish that most girls would go weak at the knees for, and it was such a cute gesture that it made her nostalgic for the times she should have had, but hadn't... or something.
"... That is cool." She finally admitted, taking the sculpted flower with a gentle smile.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Sept 21, 2010 7:56:24 GMT -4
Maybe it was the strangeness of the situation, but Bobby felt really relieved when Callie smiled. The fact that she appreciated what he did seemed to take away a little stress or something. True, he thought that most girls went for that kind of gesture, but he also was pretty sure that Callie wasn’t even close to most girls.
He was tempted to peek into her mind and find out what she really liked. But he promised he wouldn’t. Besides, that was kind of cheating wasn’t it?
The pause in conversation after she took the flower from him seemed to be a good note to end on. Picking up on this, Bobby looked up at her again. “Hey look, I’m a student at a school called Xavier’s. If you ever want to, you know…”
Awkward.
“I know it’s weird, but I just feel like I know you or something.”
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Post by Callie on Sept 22, 2010 5:56:18 GMT -4
"Xavier's?" Another word that sounded familiar but she didn't know why, but maybe she'd just seen it in passing, or heard some kids talking about it or something. She didn't really want to go anywhere near it, but she had no idea where that came from either, surely if Bobby was there it would be ok? Even if Bobby did still throw her off quite a bit.
"...I know what y'mean." She agreed quietly "Maybe... maybe I'll stop by sometime...." She still had no idea if she would or not, maybe she'd tell Remy about the whole encounter and see what he thought.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Sept 22, 2010 15:14:27 GMT -4
“That’d be-“ (weird) “-awesome!”
He honestly would love for her to come by. The only thing that tripped him up was the thought of introducing her as the girl from his dreams that tried to pick his pocket and helped him realize that he had psychic powers. Oh who was he kidding? Bobby thrived on this sort of thing!
“Actually what might be even better is for us to swap phone numbers.” He waggled his brows a little as he pulled out his phone. He patted his pocket with a growing look of alarm and then gave her a sudden glare while holding out his hand for her to return his phone.
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Post by Callie on Sept 23, 2010 7:27:27 GMT -4
Callie didn't show the slightest bit of remorse when he glared at her, she merely look confused for a second before realising what he was looking for and fished his phone out of her pocket, handing it back with a casual shrug, as if to say 'well, what did you expect?'.
"I haven' got a phone." She added "So y'can' have my number." What was the point in having a phone? The only person she ever needed to get in touch with was Remy, and they were very rarely apart, and when they were they always made other arrangements to keep in touch.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Sept 24, 2010 11:59:37 GMT -4
To say that Bobby was astounded that Callie didn't have a phone would have been an understatement. He had no idea how-I mean... "No phone? You...how..but how do you text?" Everyone had a phone, didn't they? He just stared at her with a confounded expression for a minute before shaking his head.
He'd have to think this one over later on.
"Well...if you get to a phone please give me a call. You can reach me at Xavier's Institute, they all know me there. Professor Xavier and Professor Lensherr are the head honchos there. But there's a lot of kids hanging around too. Some of them are all-" he hiked up his upper lip and crossed his eyes, "-but most of them are pretty cool."
Bobby took a step backwards and put his thumb up to his ear, extending his pinky toward his mouth in the universal hand signal for 'call me'. To make sure she knew what he was getting at, he mouthed the words.
And from a few steps away he had more of what he called 'the whole picture' of her. She was sleek, like one of those dancers on MTV, except without all the extra stuff in back and more...sleek. Bobby like. Oh yeah, Bobby like...
The blaring of a car horn startled him and he realized he had just backed into traffic while staring at Callie's bod. A car with screeching tires stopped inches away, causing him to put his hands on the hood before it slammed into him. With wide eyes, Bobby didn't realize what he was doing.
Frost spread across the hood and crackled as it tinted onto the windshield. The person behind the wheels watched in terror as ice completely covered the glass and then Bobby realized what he was doing all of the sudden and removed his hands. "Oh. Whoops." He grinned over at Callie and then made the call me signal again before hoofing it out of there.
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Post by Callie on Sept 26, 2010 4:09:00 GMT -4
"I don'." she shrugged simply, staring right on back at him. Why was it so hard for him to understand? What did she need a phone for? At least he dropped the subject fairly quickly and moved on, more about this school and- wait.
Xavier, that sounded wrong, she wasn't sure about it, going there just didn't feel right, and yet now all of a sudden it did because of one word. Lensherr. Now that name, that name sounded right, sounded like where she was supposed to be. This whole thing was just too strange.
She waved him goodbye, a little dazed by the whole experience, an extra shock when he was so distracted he nearly got hit, and an entirely undignified squeak of worried surprise escaped her lips (thank god Remy wasn't here, she'd never live it down) - though at least she'd already seen a taste of his powers and the icing up of the car didn't startle her too much.
Still, after all that it was definitely time to be away from here, so she dragged her gaze away from him and melted off into the crowd like only a thief could.
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