Burgers and a Movie

~BLACKDAGGER~
** It’s been quite some time since James had returned from the GUARD resort. He had avoided almost all contact, aside from Warpole, and surprisingly Scratch. He had secluded himself to his training, his hunting, his honing. He had only seen a few of the problems a few times since his return. The telepaths worked wonders on relaxing him. He was calmer now, more focused, much more deadly. He was no longer GUARD’s whipping boy. He was no longer chasing the White Whales of the RUNners. Instead he just did his job, and overall was much happier for it. Moving through the GUARD HQ easily, not being noticed. This week was 2 week block to train. He actually enjoyed it. He got to train the newbies in more advanced combat tactics. Besides that he got a sneak peek at their powers. Something that still astounded him, the sheer power these kids had. He felt old though he did not look a day over 25, he still felt very out of touch with all the people. Then again he always had. He moved through from his training room, bidding farewell to all the students. Most of them battered and bruised, after all it was the first day. He slid his teaching materials into a bag, with other belongings and headed back to his room where he was planning on spending an evening catching up on the latest UNnatrual files, and perhaps invite Pole over to watch some XFL. Actually light hearted enough to hum as he walked though the halls, though stopped instinctively before reaching Ms. Rika Storme’s room. He quietly passed it, looking to the ground his feet moving a little faster. This time though he stopped completely. He paused right at the threshold of her door, finding himself staring at it. He began to wonder HOW they reprimanded her, and kept her from him all this time. He began to wonder if she forgave him for striking her, if she understood. He stood there for a long moment, shifting his weight. Asking himself how many men stood here just like this? Waiting to see the harlot? He wondered if he would be considered the same as those horney bastards who stalked her. . .who she used. What if she had changed. Reaching out lightly knocking on the door for the first time, since that incident. The knock was very light, half of him was just praying she wasn’t home, the other half was praying she didn’t hear the knock. He stood there in silence for a long moment straining to hear any motion from inside. **

~PIRAHNA~
*..not use her powers?..how?..they were all she knew..they were her...she stares at the reflection in the mirror and sees a hideous old nag, a hand reaches up to touch a cheek...the skin feeling soft and smooth beneath her hand...Rikky had done much for her, but even he couldn't alter her own perception, he had only broken that which Aerik had forged..her eyes light and a smile graces her lips as she thinks of him....her only friend.....and almost as if the mere thought summoned him, she hears a light rap on her door..he aways seemed to know when she needed someone* come on in *she calls over her shoulder as she moves to put away some of her cosmetics*

** James never expected her to NOT use her powers. Instead he expected her to curb them. Allowing his hand to fall by his side as he strained to hear again. Breathing a sigh of relief, until he heard her voice call to him from inside. Wincing slightly, looking down the hall tempted to run. Instead he pressed the button on the door to enter. The door slid open as he stood there for a long moment peering inside. Even James had to admit she was beautiful, stunning. Perhaps she wore a bit too much make up at times, but indeed she was very pretty. He stood there shifting his weight for a moment, her back to him. He could still bolt, but again instead he stood there. Finally calling out to her. ** Rika? I don’t mean to disturb you, I understand if you have something more important to do, or somewhere else to be, but I actually wanted to talk to you . . .
** His voice trailed off as he pushed the bag he was carrying over his shoulder. He stood there for a long moment looking at the ground, awaiting her to scream, tell him to leave, or even worse to invite him in. Pondering for a moment before saying aloud. ** I will only take a moment of your time Ms. Storme.

*She hears the door open and slowly turns...the smile quickly dropping from her face as his voice rings out like an air horn* Hello Mr. Blacke *her gaze travels to the floor..what was he doing here? wasn't he on leave?..her gaze travels briefly around the room before she smiles and nods towards a chair* Yes, please come in *..remembering both his and WarPoles orders she reins in her power...not perfectly, but the best she is able*

** He pointed towards the hall, as if it were truly his only escape. Clearing his throat before adding a very light. ** No, I don’t know, I mean. . .was just passing by and I probably shouldn’t stay too long anyway.
** He stood there uncomfortably again for a long moment before finding the words to say. Leaning against the doorway, for a long moment before moving his hand to his cheek. ** So how is the um. . . your cheek? I shouldn’t have struck you, I mean I have never outside of combat ever hit a woman. That scared me actually, a lot. And, I just, wanted to make sure you were okay. ** Shrugging absently then as he shoved his hands in his pockets standing there for another long moment. Looking down the hall, and back into her
room. He then took a deep breath and forced a polite smile. He noticed a sharp decrease in desire and blinked towards her most surprised. Was she curbing, her power? ** Perhaps it is better if I came in.
** Moving then, placing his bag near the inside of the door, and closing it behind him. He glanced around her quarters. They were nice, very nice. Then again he did not expect her to have ugly things. He suspected she would surround herself with beauty and expensive gifts from all her suitors. He moved to the chair she motioned to earlier. He sat there, posture nearly perfect as he continued to look around her place. Looking almost anywhere but towards her. ** You have, a very nice place.

*a hand reaches up to lightly touch her cheek, almost as if mimicking him* It is fine...thank you for asking *the hand slowly falls to her side as he moves inside, the door closing behind him* thank you....can I get you something? a cup of tea? *as he sits down she moves over to a side table and picks up some neatly folded clothing* I meant to return these

** He shakes his head still looking about the quarters. Finally forcing himself to look at her, still obviously ashamed for his actions. He folded his hands in his lap, as he watched every movement she made. ** No, no thank you. I’m not thirsty. You’re welcome, I. . . still shouldn’t have struck you. In fact I should have just thanked you for returning the rabbit. I never did get to really just thank you. I also never got to explain my actions. I was not quite able to deal with you, or anything . . . I just assumed you came by to play some demented game or something. I was so enraged with other events, I had no one to turn to, I wasn’t at liberty
say anything anyway. It does not excuse my actions, but . . . those are the reasons none the less. Rika, I am very sorry. ** Clearing his throat again. His head hung low at this point. His eye no longer on her instead on the floor. In his mind he understood there was no way of controlling her powers, and he knew in some sort of way that he provoked the onslaught. Then again she didn’t leave, she never just left him alone, until recently. Quickly glancing to her carefully as she moved and picked up neatly folded clothing. He didn’t recognize it, nodding towards the pile asking softly. ** Are they mine?

*Never once does she actually look at him, her gaze remaining cast down below his* Its all right *a faint smile touches her lips* You do not need to explain your self to me, or apologize in fact I am sorry that I caused you such grief *she extends the clothing towards him* Yes, they are your shirt and shorts

No, I do need to apologize, because what I did was wrong. And, it was not /you/ that caused such grief. It was a variety of things, you were merely the icing on the cake. There really is no excuse regardless. You didn’t really do anything until I provoked you anyway. Sort of, well . . . . anyway. ** Eyes locked on the shirt and shorts, moving very gently to take the clothing from her. This was just awkward. He stood up taking the clothes in his grasp and placing them in his bag. He wondered faintly if they would smell like her. Saying a quiet prayer, begging they would not. The truth was the whole place was drenched in her scent. Turning back towards her after placing the clothes in his bag still feeling that the apology did not satisfy his guilt. If it did not satisfy his guilt then, how would it satisfy her? She WAS the one that was hurt by it after all. Still recalling how submissive she was then, how much he did not want to hit her. How he loathed men who beat on defenseless women. Wincing as he turned back to her, draping his bag over his shoulder as he watched her. Then again, she was the one being the unreasonable bitch. But right now, she was acting so
different. She was being nice, as nice as he expected. She had not sought him out. He somehow wasn’t her undiscovered territory. Thankful, utterly thankful.** Maybe I should go. ** Pressing the ‘open’ button on the door as he turned to look back at her for a moment. Still feeling there was something he could say to rectify the situation. He tried several things, while standing in the door-way. Finally he turned back to her folding his arms over his chest. ** You want to go for a burger or something? I mean it’s not a //date// **making that point VERY clear, nearly painfully clear. ** but it might help, in patching a few things up. I was /mostly/ serious what I said in the Gardens, in France that is. That is, I would be willing to try to be your friend, if you wanted to. I can understand if you don’t, after everything.

As you wish *she simply stands there as he takes the clothes from her, her hands clasped in front of her...her gaze only rising to look briefly at the door as it opens and he steps towards it....then he pauses and turns back towards her....* burgers? *She smiles and nods* if you want

You don’t like burgers or something? We can go somewhere else, if you wanted to. . . How about this where do YOU want to go? ** He stood there watching her for a long moment returning the smile. It disturbed him some that she was being so submissive. He was used to her fighting everything he did, making him want her in every fashion. His defenses were still at full not wavering in case she pulled the same stuff again. Clearing his throat as he moved to the hall expecting her to follow, and then catching himself. Rika wasn’t like Amber or Tytan. She would most likely want to do her face up, and get in some ridiculously slutty outfit. Turning back to her, still looming in the door-way. ** When you are ready, and have decided where you want to eat you give me a call?

No, burgers are fine... *delicate shoulders briefly rise in a faint shrug* ..It does not matter to me, wherever you desire will be sufficient...*she moves to follow when he moves out to the hallway and almost collides with him as he suddenly stops* Sorry *a hand reflexively comes up to stop the collision, briefly touching him before she steps back, the hand falling once more to her side* Call you? *she nods* If you wish I can do that

What is WRONG with you Rika? You never were. . .** He blinked at her, not angry but instead a touch worried about the situation. Did, did he actually do this to her? Extremely worried at this point, backing away as she approaches her hand falling on him. Her touch almost burning it seemed, as he looked to her hand then back to her face, almost scared. Was this all a ploy then? Somehow her sick and twisted revenge on him for hitting her? He sighed as she started the submissive act again. Reaching towards her a hand resting very lightly on her shoulder. Ducking a bit, as so they would see eye to eye. Looking her dead in the eye for the longest time. **Look, I already apologized, I am putting myself at risk here, asking you to go for a burger, and all you can do is play some stupid submissive house-wife routine? What happened to you?** Closing the door, and very gently motioning her to follow him. They would get a bite to eat perhaps at a local McDonalds or something. He started walking towards the garage where his car was. He sighed again looking back towards her walking slowly. **What’s wrong, honestly, you can tell me. I know I have not been the best example of a ‘good-guy’ lately, but I can listen.

*her golden mane shakes in negation* nothing is wrong, I am perfectly fine *As he tries to meet her gaze her head raises, meeting his own firmly*I do not know what you are talking about * slight smile creases her lips* nothing has happened to me, I am not pulling a 'routine' *she follows him out to the garage, a half step behind the entire way*..I am simply what I am supposed to be....*a slight shrug raises her shoulders*...me

Well you aren't supposed to be . . .like this, I mean I expected at least a fondle, a grope or something ** He says this light hearted as a joke. He opens the door for her on the way to the garage. Pausing letting her through. Looking at his new Mazaradi 01. Possibly the sweetest and fastest looking car in the entire world. He smiled as he clicked the key-chain and it -beep-booped- and walked to the car. Black, with the lisence plate -Blacke- Like all his cars. Being in GUARD had it's definate perks. Like he always got the SAME lisence plate. He smiled at the car, possibly more in love with that than he had been with anything for a long time. Opening again the door for her. ** You just seem really submissive. You know following orders doesn't mean you have to be a puppet. You don't have to go and eat burgers with me if you don't want to. It's not required by the by-laws or anything. You can say -NO-. Besides you seem a little down. ** He stood there, with the door open for her. Assuming this was typical treatment. ** And if you don't want burgers we could always go get pizza, or Chinese.

thank you *she smiles as she walks by him, one hand snaking out to grab a butt cheek....after all....it was expected...she nods appreciatively as they approach the vehicle* nice car *she stops and turns to face James*do not worry for my sake, I am not a puppet *she slides into the seat and looks up at James* Burgers sound fine to me, if you want something else we can get it, it doens't matter to me

** He jumps a bit as she grabs him, blinking back at her. Honestly perplexed.** Well okay. . . burgers it is. In and Out Burger okay? ** Shrugging as he shuts the door behind her. He moved in the car, adjusting the mirror, and making sure the windows were down. He smiled at his baby, ** Well it's one of the only things I ask for. Nice, fast, cars. I tell you they are like a drug. And having faster than normal reflexes that all UNnatchs have helps when you red line it. Buckle up. ** Placing on a pair of sun-glasses that he kept on the visor and buckled up himself. With that he revved the engine and literally tore out out the parking lot. ** So tell me . . .** They passed a security point. ** How have you been? I mean I haven't seen you around much. I expect you were told to stay away from me or something. ** Checking his rearview mirror as they came to another check point then the top of the garage. ** I mean I never pegged you for following orders anyway.

That is fine with me *she raises an eyebrow at his apparent fascination* they never interested me much *she reaches for the belt and carefully secures it* Me? I have been fine...How was your vacation? Did you enjoy Fiji?

It wasn't much of a vacation. I had a few unwanted visitors that added to the stress. But Fiji was beautiful. You should go if you get the chance. ** He peeled out of the area, confidant the cops wouldn't dare to stop him. After all, even if they did they had a rude awakening. Jamming down the pedal on the open road tearing. They drove in silence for a long while, as he tore through a few stop signs, finally slowing at the first stop-light. Glancing over towards her saying absently. ** I guess you don't have much to say. . . it's okay. I understand if you are still pissed. I guess I shouldn't have asked you for a bite to eat. But usually "over the breaking of bread people open up" or so said my pastor once. ** Resting his hand on the gear-shift again glancing towards her. ** But I kinda like just talking to you. I always thought you would have some interesting things to say, or do if you weren't trying to get down everyone's pants.

I have been there, it is very nice, though that much sun is bad for the skin *one hand reaches up to hold her blowing hair back from her face as she sits in silence, simply watching you drive..the silence continues for a while even after he speaks as she thinks* I am not angry, at you or myself....it is something that simply happened, I provoked you, for that I deserved it, perhaps you think otherwise, but that does not matter..It is over, done with, I would not worry about it if I was you. *a slow smile spreads over her lips as she looks over at him* your pastor?

If you say so. I will stop worrying about it. ** Turning to her blinking pointing to the window. ** Want to roll it up? You can, I just figured being boxed in the car with your 'abilities' would be just too much for me. ** He smiled honestly as she asked about his pastor. He nodded turning back to looking at the road. ** Yeah my /pastor/ from my /church/. They pratically made you go when I was in military school, but I actually learned a lot from it. I mean I think Pole and I are the only ones who actually believe in a God, let alone admit we went to church. I would still go, if I could. ** He skidded around another turn, slowing down as another car came into view. Damn fun was over. He sighed obviously dissapointed. He always felt so free when he drove. His blonde hair, though tightly bound at his back ceased whipping around as hard. Musing that they must look like poster children for the next "Ken and Barbie" look alike contest. Pulling up near a truck full of red-necks taking a nice long look at the blonde next to them. Blacke looked over as they 'assessed' the package and rolled up his tinted window for her.** You get that a lot I take it?

No, It is fine..it is too nice out to roll up the windows *She smiles as he talks about church* I went once, when I was young *..and that one experience ruined any perspective she may once have had about God* You should be able to go, restrictions are not that tight on senior Guardians *she blinks over at the window as he rolls it up* I did not even notice, but I suppose I do.....

Yeah well they shouldn't look at you like you're a peice of meat. No one should be treated like that. ** After the light turned green he sped off rolling down the window for her again, noting the truck turned. ** Anyway, I would go but I work on most Sundays. Besides I still read my Bible, study and pray. ** He smiled honestly. ** I'd rather have the big guy on my side, leading the kind of life I do. Perhaps we could go sometime. He's the main reason that well, I haven't given into you. ** Flashing her a smile as he pulled into the parking lot looking towards Rika, as he parked. ** We'll have to go in. No way ANYONE is eating in my car. ** He in one swift move removed his keys, unbuckled his seatbelt, and unlatched his door. Moving then to open hers as well. ** Well here it is.

It is life *a light shrug raises her shoulders* If you want *though in reality, she had no desire to go, church was not a pleasant place in her memory..she sits in the car, waiting for him to come around and open her door, that is definatley one thing about her that has not changed* So it is *she looks up at the flashing neon sign* I do not think I have ever been out for burgers before

What? You've never been out for burgers? You really need to extend your dating pool. No furs and veal for you tonight, just the best cow man ever put into a sandwich. ** Looking up at the neon sign smiling. Indeed it was one of his favorite places to eat. Closing the car door after she got out, and looking at the burger joint with mild interest. ** So you would actually go to church with me? Most people try not to laugh, and refuse, don't ask much anymore. ** He moved to open the door, his senses assaulted with the smell of burgers fries, and other grease filled goodies. Their air-conditioner on max, brisk, was a polite word for it. Moving into line and removing a wad of cash. ** So what do you want?

*she shakes her head* no, never...even when I was young we did have hamburgers, they were strictly an american food *a brief nod as she looks over at the plastic tables and chairs arranged outside* If you would like it * Once more she stays half a pace back as she follows him into the restaurant* I do not know...*she glances up at the menu, and shakes her head* As I said, I have never had hamburgers so perhaps it is best if you order for me

Um okay, ** he moved through the line looking back at her suprised she never had a HAMBURGER before. Shaking his head as he ordered. ** 4 Superburger with cheese big size meals, with milks, and a ultimate cheese burger meal with Bacon and a diet coke, and a ceaser side salad. ** The person blinked at him looking around for other people. James was a bit too busy dealing out the cash to notice, until the clerk asked if it was to go. Black shook his head no and handed the clerk the money, gathering the change. James glanced back towards Rika replacing the change. ** What were you allowed to eat then?

*She stands back and watches as he orders enough food for an army* allowed to eat? *golden locks fall over her shoulders as she turns her head* Anything I could find..*a light smile of amusement dances across her face* Not everyone comes from America, here you are all rich compared to what we knew

Yeah I was pretty fortunate. I am glad I was born here, had a decent family. The General made sure I was always provided for. ** He moved to a bar-stool like seat and waitied for their number to be called. ** It was really rough for you huh? I'm sorry, well at least now you can eat, get nice things, and are with people who care about your welfare. The truth is I never read up on your files, outside your powers. ** Sliding on the seat and swinging back and forth on the bar stool thing for a moment. To break the silence more he added. ** What is your favorite food anyway?

no rougher than what many had, I survived *she moves to stand beside him as a family pushes their way by..both parents having opposite expressions as they look at her* that is the attactant with G.U.A.R.D., why many allowed ourselves to be recruited. *silence falls between them, broken only by the squeaking of the stool* Food? *a gentle shrug* I don't suppose I have one

You don't have a favorite food? ** James found this incredibly odd. Looking at the family that sat down, the small boy, his older sister. He watched them for a long time before their number was called. Bringing 3 trays, balancing them with ease and displaying the smorgusboard of delites before her. ** If you hate it I got you a salad, but you have to at least TRY it once. You don't HAVE to, but you can at least say you did. Much like skydiving ** Smiling as the kids blinked at the sheer volume of food that was lain before them. With a quick prayer he dug into one of his burgers. Nothing like a ravaging staring animal, it was more a slow steady eating. He looked towards her smiling as he finished his first burger. ** Well what do you think? ** Grabbing some fries and popping them in his mouth. **

*her gaze follows him as he moves to retrieve their food, her eyes widening much like the kids at the sheer quantity* all right * with apparent hesitance she reaches for the smallest of the wrapped packages, delicately manicured fingers barely holding onto the grease soaked wrapping as she pulls it towards her..briefly she looks up at James then her gaze once more travels to the wrapped burger as she carefuly reaches out and uses her fingernails to open the wrapping....once more she looks up at James as he finishes his first burger* No cutlery * half statement, half question as she carefully reaches out and pinches off a piece of the bun, then carefully examines it before placing it between her lips and eating it* I think it is barbaric

Barbaric or not, it's good food. If you don't like it, you can just eat the salad. But see you got to /try/ it. The great Ms. Storm ate a burger and lived. ** Chuckling uneasily at first before falling silent again. The silence that drawn beween them started to annoy James more than the stares they were recieving. Feeling the eyes pressing in the back of his head. A group of guys wandered into the burger joint, and instantally fixed their eyes on Rika. James sighed, thinking for a long moment. Why was she acting this way? She usually was trying everything to get ino his pants, did he really effect her that much? She usually was so strong, outgoing, demanding as James saw it. This was disturbing enough to have Black consider filing a report about it. Perhaps she needed time off. Perhaps he really made her feel THAT uncomfortable. Maybe she was actually trying to be 'friends'. She didn't seem to have many, no female friends that was for sure. They all loathed her. For the first time James sympathised with her. He knew what it was like, to be lonely, picked last, hated. Tilting his head as he finished his third burger looking at the group of young men leering at her. Looking back to Rika and the men before eating a few more fries. He wondered if this was all she knew. Wondering if anyone at ALL had ever taken her ANYWHERE without an ulterior motive. James was thinking A LOT more clearly after his vacation. He didn't have the stresses he did, or rather just let them go at this time. He watched the young men again before swallowing and washing down the fries with more milk. ** Hey, I don't have anything planned, after we eat, perhaps we could go DO something. What do you like to do? I mean honestly if you /want/ to. If you don't then don't worry about it. ** He sat there thinking.** Exit and I always used to do things, just hang out, talk, watch movies, rent videos, play golf, something. Unless that's not your thing, ** Smirking then testing her, saying then very seriously ** We always could go watch a hay-bucking contest, or better yet a good ole tractor pull, I hear they have a hog-contest too.

I did not say I disliked it, merely that it was barbaric * she once more reaches forward and breaks off a tiny piece of meat* It is.......different *another piece of bread shortly follows....after all, he seemed pleased by the fact that she was eating a burger...she finishes chewing then looks back at James,..she had noticed the staring but her powers were drastically muted and without their full use she considered herself ugly, so she figured that they only stared at the ugly hag, who should perhaps never be seen in public....but her presence had been requested, so she had gone* If you wish, then I suppose we could *she pauses for a second..she knew what the others were and had no desire to see them, but if Black wanted to go, then she would* what is a hog contest?

** Watching as the guys sat near them, still oogling Rika with their eyes. How sick. He took another long pull of milk as he started in on his 4th burger, and his 3rd set of fries. Draining his last milk before clearing his throat and turning glaring directly at the 'boys'. One caught his gaze and nudged his buddy beside him and they turned their gazes back to their food. Shaking his head, no one could say that Rika's power and looks were useless. Looking back to Rika, a mischevious grin forming over his lips** That's where the dirty smelly farmers rope in the smelly pigs and jusge which one is the best. It was a joke. It is not what I wish. How about this, we are not going anywhere unless you decide where we get to go. ** The boys again started to stare he sighed, placing a hand on her shoulder, blinking back at the boys and shaking his head. ** You can't blame them for staring. They probabbly dont' get to look at pretty women too often. I wish they wouldn't though, I mean that would make me uncomfortable too. You might be used to people staring at you, but I hate to get singled out like that. . .** Trying to excuse the leering that was going on, somehow. **

*she continues to slowly pick at the burger, not even a quarter of it gone in the time he's finished four....a look of disgust crosses her face a the description of the contest*you truly wish to lower me back to the slime do you not? *she glances at the boys as he lays claim to her, her face tinting with colour as she realizes he's protecting the ugly one....they probably want to stone her or something*..and those they do see get compared to me *her gaze meets his for a brief second* If you wish to go elsewhere we may, somewhere where you will not be singled out so readily *She didn't want him to be singled out because of her...she can easily imagine the reaction of others around her.....a good looking guy, with a dog... there was no sense in that at all*

** Feeling a twinge of jealousy towards the other men in the burger joint, dismissing it as well, knowing it was a result of her power. That and he caught himself staring a few times as well. Knowing unless they were in an airtight room, it was nearly futile to resist. He did fairly well so far, and took his chances. Finally removing his hand from her shoulder as the boys continued to stare. He finished the last of his food, feeling fairly full. Gathering the trash at that point and disposing of it. Moving back to the seat, waiting for her to finish. Watching her eat actually enjoying her company, no matter how dull it was. It was a relief, in some sort of way. Unbeknownst to him, it was more like a relapse from a drug. In a sick demented way it was close to getting a 'fix'. He smiled at her as she responded to the Pig Contest. ** Nah, you don't compare to swine, I just wanted a reaction. ** He swung back in his seat again, watching the boys making some lewd comments. ** Tell you the truth, now I think of it, anywhere we go short of a gym, people will stare. How often does a super-model and a muscle man walk into a burger joint, or anywhere else for that matter? And I told you, when you decide where /you/ want to go, we will go. ** Smiling honestly again at her. ** You know you are much nicer to be around when you aren't trying anything. I am enjoying your company.** Again unbeknownst to him, it was most likely the residual of her powers running their fingers through his mind and veins. **

*...the swine are better looking...her own mind continues his sentence*I think I am finished *she looks down at the burger, not even half of it gone and most of that the bun* A gym *she smirks..she actually wouldn't mind that...if she could hide in the shadows anyhow* do not joke, I am certain they have seen much better *she shakes her head* We can go anywhere..movies, videos...whatever will work

Seen much better? How? ** He scoffed a bit as he got up, shaking his head. Looking and putting his hands on his hips then folding his hands over his chest. She obviously didn't want to hang around him. This disturbed him a bit. Pushing those feelings aside knowing where they came from. He didn't expect things to be fixed overnight, but this was a little ridiculous. ** Well what kind of video did you want to get? ** Moving towards the door as the boys made a few cat calls. He looked towards her, holding up a finger asking her to wait for a moment. Moving over to their table, his hands firmly slapping down on it as he looked at each one of them in the eye. ** Why don't you show the lady a little respect? You honestly think you would have a //chance with someone like her? //** His words meant to slap a bit of reality back into them. That and the jealousy seemed to spike. He composed himself again saying lightly. ** She isn't something to stare at, she isn't a toy or even eye-candy. I suggest that you apologize to her. ** The boys shifted their weightr uncomfortably as they looked towards her and muttered a small sorry. He nodded, looking back towards her, before joining her side again and opening the door for her. Saying again ** Sorry for that, some people have no manners. ** He moved snatching his keys from his pocket and looked back at her offering a sheepish smile. ** And sorry about that I am sure if it bothered you enough you would have defended yourself. ** Beep-booping his car again as they approached.** So. . . what video?

I do not know, I have not had much time to watch videos or television *she stands and follows him to the door ignoring the catcalls that follow her...she stops and waits while James 'defends' her..but he wasn't really defending her, was he...he was defending himself, defending his reasoning for being seen with a hag like her...she nods briefly as she's offered apologies then follows James out to the car* that is all right...as for videos...I do not know...what have you heard is good?

** He opened the car door for her and got in himself. Buckling up as he revved the engine, the sun seeming to hang a bit lower in the sky. Tearing out of the parking lot heading right across the street to Blockbuster, praying she didn't ask for a romance. He couldn't stand that sentimental dribble. His prayers were answered. He brightened. ** Well I heard there was a few good action flicks out, but you seem more like a comedy girl. Besides I am sure we could use a good laugh. ** Parking and getting out, opening the door for her as well. Actually a bit happier to be away from the pigs in the burger place to only see more people staring at them from the Blockbuster parking-lot. He sighed audiably before entering the Blockbuster holding the door open for her as well. **

*a brief smile and nod as climbs into the car and reaches for the seatbelt then waits for him to get in* Either sound fine to me, I am certain you have a much better idea of what might be good. *Once more she smiles and nods as he holds the door open for her. Inside she stops to look at a life size poster of a Hollywood cyborg an amused smile as she glances briefly at James and simply gestures towards it before moving on toward the movies* So? what shall it be?

** Shaking his head as he looked at the cyborg and then turned to the multitude of viewing pleasure that was before them. ** I don't know, I haven't really kept up with the new movies lately. . . ** Looking down the isles finding something that would catch his eye. He found the new releases looking over them. Sighing as he turned to Rika. ** Looks like we can rent something utterly stupid, or something very gory. I
don’t understand why they can’t make good movies, it seems all it is now is some person acting like a moron or blood everywhere. I get enough Morons and Blood at work. . . ** Receiving a few stares from a woman who was next to him, surprised at him walking about his job in such a fashion. She watched him for a little while longer still surprised putting back her movie quickly and wandered away. Shrugging, as he was sure she would forget about him mentioning it. Moving back to the older release section pausing at the “Indiana Jones” movies. Now THERE was a good set of movies. Picking those up to watch later, and looking for something else remotely entertaining. Stopping in the comedy section looking over a few MST3K titles. He saw the show once or twice, and figured it was most likely over Rika’s head anyway. He moved until he saw “Pretty Woman”. Hmmm a movie which Rika could ACTUALLY relate to. He picked that one up as well. Finally picking up a classic in it’s own time “The Rock”. Looking up now, trying to find Rika. **

*she follows him down the aisle of new releases nodding in agreement with his assessment of work as she eyes the covers...as he wanders down other aisle she simply stops, her pale gaze watching him as he occasionally stops to look at a movie...As he looks up she smiles and slowly moves towards him* find something you like?

I found a few things I'm gonna rent, some things I think you'd like. Hopefully nothing too 'barbaric'. You find anything interesting? ** As soon as he made eye contact he returned looking back at the titles. He took a long last look at the isle. Well he got her one movie, and himself 4. They could both watch "The Rock". Pausing at another title that looked familiar and picking it up, reading the back of it. Holding the titles in
his arms, he placed the newst one, one of his old time favorites, "Clue" . VERY satisfied with the selection he had he moved to the counter. Placing his Blockbuster card on the counter tossing a variety of candy, popcorn, and drinks on the counter as well. Very sure he would not have time to watch all the movies, but would have fun trying. ((((The thing was, as powerful as GUARD was, he doubted they would erase his late fees for him. )))) The total was some ridiculious amount that he paid without even wincing. Snatching the
videos from the counter afterwards, holding the door open for her once again. ** I got a variety of movies, I am sure you are bound to like ONE of them, since you are so certain on not deciding which movie you wanted to see. **Then another problem occured to him. Where to watch them. As he let the door swing shut behind them, unlocked his car, held the door open for her, (Which was more of a balancing act) got in and buckled up, he was contemplating this the whole time. Smirking, betting his left arm that if he were to ask her "Where do you want to watch the movies?" She would say something like "It doesn't matter to me." or "Wherever /you/ want to watch them." so he ventured to ask. ** So where do you want to watch them?
** Revving his engine as he screeched out of the parking lot, the movies securely in the back seat. He knew it was bad for the tires but he couldn't resist. **

*a lock of hair falls before her eyes as she shakes her head in negation* I am afraid not, there are many I have heard of, but very few I recall anything about. *she glances briefly at the movies he's selected, uncertain what even half of them are and follows him to the counter then to the car* thank you *she smiles and reaches to take some of the more awkward load from him as she slides into the passenger seat then neatly stacks them on her lap as she reaches for the belt* where? *she shrugs lightly* I had not thought
of that...I do not have a Television..I believe some of the common rooms have televisions, however I do not recall them having Video machines

You are welcome. ** Saying it almost automatically, almost losing the fact she thanked him. The moment though passed to make any significance of it. Instead he thought about where they could watch the movies. //HE// had a VCR, DVD player, and TV in his room, but thought of the alternatives. Thankful she did not
suggest her room, and at the same time his subconscious regretted it. Thinking as he tore out of the parking lot still thinking when they were again on the open road. Looking at the pile of movies on her lap wincing
lightly. They would have to go to his room, which he did not like. He did not even want to suggest it. Instead he cleared his throat uncomfortably. ** A slight oversight, perhaps videos weren’t the best idea? We . . . could . . .**he almost visibly winced, but still he was going to TRY to be her friend. ** watch them in my quarters. ** Nearly wanting to take the words he spoke and shove them back in his mouth. Pluck them from the air, say something that would cover over them. In the same way he was looking forward to her company there. Wanting to prove that he was not the enraged beast she saw, that he was so ashamed of. That he was indeed sorry and indeed wanted to make up his trespasses to her. She mentioned for him not to worry about it, but he continued to regret. His hands tightly clutched the steering wheel, knuckles bloodless. She was acting so different than that night, then she was very much alive, smiling, honest in a way. She now seemed so passive, intimidated, perhaps the talk with Pole left her shaken? Shaking his head, eyes still fixed on the road blurring before them. Then slowly his dull blue gaze wandered over her. Over her legs, over her hands lightly holding the videos, her hair. Startled that he was blatantly staring, he finally spoke what was on his mind.** Rika, I'm going to only ask this one more time, and I want you to be
completely honest with me, please then I will completely drop it. Your behavior, it just doesn't seem right. Perhaps I just didn't know you as well as I thought I did, but you always seemed much more aggressive. For some reason I always saw you loving life, taking advantage of every opportunity to get ahead. You got what you wanted, when you wanted, much like a pampered cat. ** Forcing himself to look in the rear view mirror, although it was just some place to rest his eyes. Finally looking back at the road before he
continued. ** What I did, what happened, ever since that time, you have been more. . .quiet. More reserved, more passive. The passion for things I thought I saw is dead. It's like you are more like a robot than anything. . . if I'm wrong I apologize, but Rika you seem so docile. What happened, did it make you scared of me? Or is there something else? Perhaps I'm just no longer of interest to you? You found a new toy? Am I that boring of a guy that my dullness is just reflecting back? Or do you really act like this? ** He paused, for a moment. ** I don't mean to ask so many questions at once, but I'd like to know.

*a small chuckle leaves her lips at his obvious dilemna* perhaps it was *a light shrug raises her delicate shoulders* we could, or we could forget about it *her pale gaze briefly passes to him* that would be your choice *A smile graces her lips before her gaze once more passes to the road before them, she listens to him spiel on, tripping over his own words as he attempts to ask a simple question, a simple question with no definite answer, and one he surely won't get* does not everyone have different facets that are unknown to others? *a light head shake* as for toys, those are always readily available*her gaze passes back to him* Now may I ask a question of you? *she pauses, waiting for his assent before continuing* Why do you order me to leave you alone, then come to my door and ask me to dinner, then inquire if I still find you interesting?

** Listening to her, so coolly pass his questions by. She wanted to keep that to herself that was fine. He dropped it completely. Looking absently in the side mirror and then back at the road before speaking. **
Everyone is entitled to a difference in composure I suppose. Rika, that night, you were so utterly submissive, and so incredibly docile. Your behavior now reminded me of that. And I will be honest, that /scared/ me. You would have done ANYTHING anyone told you. Before that, seconds before, you were determined to toy with me. Ever since then you’ve stayed at arms distance. ** James took one aspect of the question at a time. Rolling them over and over in his mind. Why /did/ he come to her door? Why would he even wonder why she was not clinging to him? He thought carefully in silence answering finally. **
I ordered you to stay away, because you refused to stop trying. . . to seduce me. *A pause* I came to your door, actually by mistake, and guilt. Utter guilt. That's partly the reason I asked you to dinner as well. Somehow I figured I could patch things. I suppose I was wrong. If I have to eventually work with you,
I would like us on good terms. ** This was honest, he had no ulterior motives. She should have known by now he didn’t want to sleep with her, he didn’t want to take advantage of her. As bad as it sounded, guilt and all. Adding smoothly as well … ** That and after I thought about it for a long while, I figured you probably didn’t have many. . . friends. The women hate you, the men just simply want you, what does that leave? I could be wrong, about that though. Also, I did say we could be friends. I always go to burgers, rent some movies, with friends. As for asking if you were interested, ** Another long pause* After months and months of trying to ‘get’ me you just give up? This is just strange behavior, something that we are all trained to question. It seemed odd to me, appreciated, but odd none the less. I was curious why you would
behave in such a way. That’s all. If it was something I did, or something you were told to do, or you indeed just, ** He shrugged lightly still focusing on the road. ** got bored with me.

*her gaze passes to the videos in her lap* what do you want me to say? *blue eyes stare out at the road* to do?How do you expect me to react?*she shakes her head* do not expect me to have an answer.Wether I do what I think is wanted, what I am ordered to do, or what is expected I get the same reactions. What does it matter?

** What did he expect her to say? He expected her to tell the truth. To do? He sure as hell didn’t expect this. He turned another corner pulling the black car onto the side of the road in a dug out. The tires slowing gritting the gravel beneath them. Sitting there for a moment, before turning to her, really wanting to talk to her about this. The windows down, as so even the lightest scent of her wouldn’t cloud his thoughts. ** What do you mean same reactions? ** He forced a smile there, shaking his head. His eyes still focused on the road. ** I’m not treating you like I had before. I, I am trying to spend time getting to know you, hang out with you like a pal, trying to find out your
interests, your likes, your dislikes, yeah sure I want to know what the hell happened, why you are being such a . . . such a . . . ** He laughed honestly.** I don’t even think they invented a WORD for how you’ve been acting. I promised I was going to drop it, and I will. ** Flicking off the radio that was lightly droning on through his back speakers. Pulling his hair from his shoulders and putting it in a tight pony-tail. Adjusting his sunglasses as he turned to look at her, finally. Sighing very openly at a loss what to say or do. Since Fiji, (Yes the tan noticeable) he had been so collected, relaxed. He let all the stress, all the worries dissolve in the tropical waters. Even the surprise visit by Venin and Pole, washed away. He looked his superior he failed in the eye and shared a drink, he looked his sibling in the eye, and didn’t shrink away. He stood by what he knew as true, that he did everything he could without being killed in the escape. With every sway of a hammock, every beam of sunshine he captured, and every magazine he caught up on, he realized that there was nothing he could do about things, and to just, let them go. His anger, his frustrations seemed to have decreased dramatically. Watching her for a long moment shaking his head. Watching her for a very long moment. The smile still on his lips as he shook his head again looking back at the mirror and
to road. ** And it does matter. It’s . . . Nevermind, Whatever, listen do you want to watch the movies or not? ** His voice still light hearted as he spoke. **

*she sits in silence as he pulls the car over, her eyes once more tossed down to her lap* There is always distrust and disbelief, there always will be.....*her head slowly rises and she turns to look out the window as he continues*...only because the anger is missing *she slowly turns to face him* accept what you see, or tell me what you wish to see and you shall *..she was a barbie doll, everything others wanted she could or would be, only recently had she really been able to discover anything about herself, or that there was even another person in there....the only thing she ever had that was truly hers was her powers, and without them she was nothing, less than*

Distrust, disbelief? What are you talking about? Look all I wanted was to try to make amends. . . if you don’t trust me don’t believe me that’s fine. You could have just said so before. **The tone in his voice was not angry, instead a bit solemn. Almost apologizing again, but she heard enough of his ‘sorries’ he was sure. Looking in the rear view mirror as a car passed them, shifting his eyes and watching it fade away in the distance before them. Remaining silent all the while. ** Yeah I guess the anger is gone. I’m trying very hard to. . . forget it. If this is the way you are, then fine. I just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all. Never knew you were this difficult. ** Shaking his head again, this motion accompanied with a good-natured smile. Thinking over her words carefully. Looking out the window before turning on the turn signal, tearing out of the turn-out. ** I don’t care what you do Rika, but I am planning to go to my room, watch some movies and eat some pop-corn, drink some milk, and the invitation to join me is there. If you don’t show up, it’s no sweat off my back. ** Not finding anything else he really wanted to talk about or mention. In a way he got what he wanted. She was this way, fine. She didn’t trust him, he didn’t blame her. She figured nothing between them changed aside from his anger being gone. So be it. He’d leave everything else up to her. Why would he waste more time on this anyway? He said he was sorry, he tried making amends, he apologized more times than he could count, he tried holding a conversation with her. Humoring that she was much like that one princess from “Coming to America” or whatever it was, with Eddie Murphy. “Do you have a favorite food?” “Yes!” “What is it?” “Whatever you like…..” Chuckling mildly at the thought. **

*a small smile plays across her lips as her head shakes almost sadly..that wasn't what she meant, but he just proved her point....there would always be distrust and disbelief in everything she was involved in, with everyone it was the same...after all, what was she?An ugly whore from the slums of Ireland, always would be...*It is not I that distrust *A soft murmur, perhaps not meant to be heard as her head turns to watch the passing scenery..she watches the traffic for a while before turning her gaze back to him* It obviously is, or you would not continue to ask....As I have previously said, it is your choice

It is not you that. . . Wait. Who said I distrusted you? I mean you’ve proven more trustworthy today. Sure trust is something that is earned. . . you can take years earning it and destroy it in seconds, but this whole
trip you haven’t once tried /anything/. You haven’t put your powers above an ‘uncomfortable’ level. I think that shows great restraint. Heaven knows some people with your power, well you wouldn’t hear the end of it. They’d have everything. . . I mean everything. ** Nodding as he spoke, seeming a bit more animated than she might have remembered. Slowing the car a bit. Not driving as recklessly as he approached another vehicle. His reactions were fast, but those around him might freak at some of the stunts he could pull off. ** I told you my choice. I am going back to my room to watch my movies. *A long pause.* Why should I have to chose what YOU want to do?

restraint?*her gaze onc emore wanders to the side of the road* if that is what you wish to call it *she turns to look at him, a smile resting on her lips* Why should you not?

Well, yeah restraint. From what I understood it was natural to just have your power out and about. You are restraining it. You resisted using it to get revenge on those guys at the burger joint, didn’t use it to get a discount at the video store. . . Most people would have used it, and not thought twice. ** Smiling still, something he was doing a lot more it seemed. ** Because you’re not a robot. Yeah when you are on the field, if you ever are on the field I should say, you need to follow orders. You need to obey. Same thing when you are in the base you need to follow orders, and take directions well. If we worked together like a machine then we can capture more RUNners, and train them properly in their powers. But when it comes to
things like this. . . you don’t have to follow an arc of command. It’s a simple “do you want to watch a video”. ** Rationalizing that . . . perhaps /THAT’S/ what she meant. That she was still considering him a superior. . . or something. Pulling through a long narrow road that headed to the GUARD HQ, nestled away. The drive was nearly over. He pulled through the points. Each check again was detailed, but efficient. **

To get revenge? *she blinks* I saw no reason to get revenge and I have never been in a video store before, let alone that. *she shakes her head* No restraint was used today, I merely followed orders...do you think I would willingly allow myself to be viewed like this? *she gestures briefly at herself....it was true, she hadn't stopped to do makeup or hair....but also with her lack of powers she perceived herself as ugly, without charm or grace...merely a haggard old woman*


Maybe you are used to people staring at you, but I’m not. **Smirking lightly as he pulled the car into the spot, his glasses in the visor. Thinking about that for a moment. Yeah he got his fair share of stares, not many people are my size. Got his fair share of “Steroid” remarks, and such. . . but he was not used to the sexual slurs they were throwing at her. The way they leered at Rika like she were a piece of meat and they were starving. And no, James hadn’t seen the reactions of some of the men in the base either. Before now of course avoiding her, hearing mostly of the results. That and seeing the occasional man draping himself over her. Exiting the car and moving to open her door, taking the videos from her lap. ** Maybe this is just a guy thing, but you know the whole, fluffy stuff you put on your face it really doesn’t do much anyway. I mean perhaps I am old fashioned, but I think a girl is just as pretty without the frills. I know it’s not your style to go in public without make-up. . . but trust me, as a guy I have to tell you, you have nothing to worry about. Even without the make-up you could probably reel in most men with a pulse.

People always stare at what is different or unusual...*...or ugly.....the statement hangs unfinished as his door closes behind him and he comes around to her door* but some like it, even prefer it *....she knew the makeup didn't do much to cover anything, but it helped her fake it that little bit better.....to his last comment she makes no comment, instead she merely walks on in silence....without a pulse you mean...the words hanging on the tip of her tongue tasting bitter, but they were the truth, why correct him....he was only trying to be nice*

I almost agree with you on that, but people also stare at the sun and go blind. Nothing unusual with the sun. . . it’s there, it shines every day. But that goes hand in hand with fact most people are attracted to shiny objects and bright lights. Besides you're nothing /that/ unsusal. They can see the same thing in a magazine or on TV. ** Noting she fell silent after her last comment. Wondering if he somehow offended her in some way. Pressing a few buttons as a door swished open revealing the outer of the GUARD base. ** Well I can understand /how/ a guy would like it on a girl. It shows the girl takes care of herself, takes pride in her appearance, or something. That and it’s nice when you have something important to go to, but when you are just around the base? I’ve always been afraid I’d break them shaking their hand, or that they’d melt if they went in the rain. ** Chuckling lightly and a bit uneasy, before clearing his throat adding. ** But I suppose can see the appeal.

*...yeah the Enquirer or Star or ripleys believe it or not...why does he have to keep stressing it?pointing out her flaws, as obvious as they were they didn't need to be emphasised...she follows him in relative silence an occaisonal nod or afirmative sound the only answer to most of his comments* women don't break like China dolls, though many seem to think we do....most have probably been through more than you can even imagine *a pretty smile of amusement rests lightly on her lips* Unless you try hard you won't break any

Well, the point is I don’t want to break any. I’m probably too scared to try anyway. ** Walking down the hall catching her amused smile. His guard growing as he watched her. Continuing to walk for a few silent steps. ** So, it’s obvious you don’t watch movies too much . . . or get the opportunity. So what do you like to do? **Turning a corner offering her a light smile actually mildly interested to find out what she liked to do besides “men”. **

too scared? *she stops, startled for a moment, and looks at him curiously* Are you gay? *a hand rises to her lips as if to stop the words before they come out, her cheeks briefly colouring* sorry *maybe he didn't want to acknowledge it yet...she shouldn't force him to it...but that would explain
why he reacted so violently to her and was now apologetic*I shouldn't have asked......*she continues on trying to use your questioning as a cover so you don't have to answer* what I like to do? *her shoulders raise in a delicate shrug* I do not know...* but she did...someone else had recently asked her the same question and forced answers from her...someone who was forcing her to acknowledge herself and not simply the barbie doll* I like to wander in the gardens late at night and feed the fish