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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jul 26, 2010 23:46:21 GMT -5
Bryan noticed and made a note to keep his own wallet hidden, his earlier suspicions confirmed. He looked at the map he had produced and listened. "Hey, don't worry too much. It's good that you've got that figured out. Wouldn't mind traveling with you, if you weren't a complete stranger to me and, frankly, a thief," he said as he took a generous drink from his glass of water.
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Post by Rio Keâts on Jul 27, 2010 0:00:22 GMT -5
He squirmed uncomfortably as he was called a thief. It was a true accusation, and he wouldn't deny it, but that didn't mean he liked it. "I was going to give him his wallet back," he said honestly. "I was just really hungry." Rio pouted. He did happen to a steal a lot, but what food he managed to smuggle out of stores went partly to him and partly to the kids. He swore that those children could sniff out whether he had food or not. "I'll give the lighter back, too." He said, sounding as though it pained him to say it.
Rio grinned, putting the wallet on the table. "I wouldn't say we're complete strangers. Complete strangers don't know each others names. And I don't think you'd actually like to travel with me." The man said with a small yawn. "I get chased a lot." He thought back to the creature he had been running from earlier and frowned. Maybe it was some crazed rabid homeless guy. He was pretty sure that that chase had not been his fault. For once. "Why do you work at that store if you don't like it?"[/size]
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Post by jack on Jul 27, 2010 6:01:37 GMT -5
The results of his search were shocking. Bryan Wilkeson came up fine but the file had obviously been tampered with. Jack could see it but to just about everyone else it would be invisible. There were very few people that were able to do anything with a computer that well. Reading through the facts this guy seemed pretty normal but each time Jack thought that he was drawn back to the fact that the file had been edited with. In the end the fact the file had been edited with made up his mind. Torchwood had just found a new computer expert.
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jul 27, 2010 11:16:50 GMT -5
Bryan shook his head and gulped down the rest of his water. "Yeah, well. I leave and I don't have money to pay the rent on the apartment and don't have money to eat at even places like this," he said. "I personally don't like 'borrowing' other people's money." He then ordered fish and chips.
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Post by Rio Keâts on Aug 5, 2010 14:30:53 GMT -5
Rio wondered if 'legal' people liked making themselves miserable. It seemed to happen all the time. He'd meet a miserable person but they refused to do something that made them happy and just leave. He had never been bogged down by rent, fish, or chips. In fact, fish made Rio queasy and he glared down at his hands as the smell assaulted his nose. Maybe if his mother hadn't died he would have led a 'normal' life.
"That's understandable." Rio said lightly. Not everybody was able to justify thieving. He had been raised to be light-fingered -- stealing food and stealing people. He bit down his disgust as Bryan ordered fish. He squirmed uncomfortably. The Frenchman should run far far away before the fish arrived. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, raising his head finally so that his bright eyes could scan the quickest escape route. Through the window would be melodramatic but quick, but running out of the door would be too suspicious.
A certain level of anxiety fell on him. He wasn't sure if it was because there was a group of people near the doorway, because he had his back to people, or whether this guy was such a cynical person. "Uh, you know what? I think... I think I have something to do. Maybe we'll see each other around, Wilkeson." Rio wished that he could lie to regular people as well as he could people who wanted to kill him, but it wasn't as though the man was interested in where the vagabond was going. He scuttled through the crowd, gripping his bag a little too tightly. Once outside, he breathed a sigh of relief. He had no idea why his clausterphobia had overwhelmed him so quickly. Puh. Britain.[/size]
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Aug 5, 2010 15:13:16 GMT -5
Bryan watched Rio leave, then shrugged. He looked back to his food, then paid for it. He started heading ome with it. He didn't need to get to work for a few hours. As much as he hated to admit it, that guy was entertaining to be around.
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Post by The Small One on Aug 8, 2010 17:11:09 GMT -5
Nieve was walking along the path towards the park. She was careful to keep her eyes down and avoided bringing attention to herself. She clutched her worn brown bag tightly to her chest. One of the disadvantages of looking at the ground while you walked was that you couldn't see where you were going. Nieve wasn't worried because she knew these paths better that the back of her hand and was confident she could walk them blindfolded. So she was completely surprised when she walked straight into someone causing her to fall backwards.
*Ps. It's Rio that she walked into.*
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Post by Rio Keâts on Aug 8, 2010 17:26:27 GMT -5
Rio wouldn't deny that he had seen her coming. He had, but some small part of his mind had made him think that she would look up and see him. Therefore, he was rather startled when she kept getting closer. He finally got the impression that it was he who was going to have to move, but by the time he made to leave they had collided. He grabbed her shoulders in an attempt to steady her.
"I'm very sorry," Rio apologized. "Are you okay, mademoiselle?"
ooc| sorry it's so short. >->[/size]
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Post by Scarlett De Fontaine on Aug 8, 2010 17:32:39 GMT -5
Bryan walked down the street. He was no where near Rio and Nieve. Heading for his house so he could grab his swim shorts and swing by the dock. His day had been so hectic that he needed to get some swimming in, and get his gloves off. The membranes between his fingers were getting sore.
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Post by The Small One on Aug 8, 2010 17:36:50 GMT -5
She was startled when she didn't hit the ground and instead someone was gripping her shoulders. She couldn't help the automatic shudder that passed through her body at the contact. At his apology she just shook her head and replied, "It's fine." All the while not looking into his eyes.
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Post by Rio Keâts on Aug 8, 2010 17:56:20 GMT -5
He let go of her once he was certain she wouldn't fall. He scanned her quickly. She was carrying a worn bag. He glanced down at his own raggedy and patched bag that carried all of his possessions. Maybe the woman was incredibly shy, or perhaps she even had some weird disorder. Rio put his hands behind his back and smiled at her - a useless gesture considering the girl wasn't even looking at him.
"Oh. Well, I'm still sorry for running into you. It was very rude." His French accent faded slightly; still noticeable but not as thick. He took a few steps backward and looked around them. "Do you need help?" He asked lamely.[/size]
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Post by The Small One on Aug 8, 2010 18:05:35 GMT -5
"No, no." She mumbled after he asked if she needed help. She clutched the bag closer to her chest and moved to walk around him. She was feeling very uncomfortable talking to this man. As she moved to pass him she looked up to meet his eyes before whispering, "Thank you."
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Post by Rio Keâts on Aug 8, 2010 18:24:56 GMT -5
His eyebrows raised in mild confusion. Most people either liked him or they didn't like him. He had never met someone who was scared of him. Rio nodded when she explained that she didn't need his help and stepped out of her way. Far be it from to follow people around. Oh, wait. That was exactly what he had been doing all day. He almost started to warn her about the thing he had seen earlier, but then she caught him off guard by making eye contact with him.
Rio smiled again. "What are you thanking me for?" He inquired, shifting his own bag closer to his body. "Sorry. You don't have to answer that." He inclined his head as a farewell and stepped in the opposite direction. This girl obviously didn't want to talk.[/size]
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Post by The Small One on Aug 8, 2010 18:34:33 GMT -5
She was genuinely shocked. For the first time in her life she had met someone who wasn't freaked out by her eyes. Most of the time when she looked people in the eyes they dot scared or annoyed. People never like the things that they don't understand or that are different and her eyes were both of those things.
She looked at the man, really looking and noticed a few things right away. He had a worn bag similar to hers, bags like that were usually a good sign that the person was living on the streets. She knew his type, she was his type in a way. Those who steal to live and don't have anyone else they really care for.
"What are you thanking me for?" he asked.
"Everything I guess, catching me before I could fall, being nice in general, just everything." She told him hesitantly, all the while fighting her instinct to run, run and hide.
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Post by Rio Keâts on Aug 8, 2010 18:51:10 GMT -5
"It was my fault you almost fell." He answered with another smile. Rio could see from the way she was slightly tensed that she was still very uncomfortable talking to him. He also knew that it was terribly hard to fight those instincts. Rio followed her eyes to his bag and he wondered if perhaps she was just a wanderer as well.
He looked back up at her eyes and smiled. "I get weird looks for my eyes as well." Rio wasn't totally sure if that was what bothered the girl. However, the way she had seemed caught off-guard by his casual manner suggested that people usually asked. But his eyes weren't as odd looking hers; only a very bright and almost neon shade of green. "I'm Rio." His name, in Spanish, meant 'river'. He supposed that in a few ways he was a little like his namesake. Always going somewhere.[/size]
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