A Promised Meeting (RP Log)
Everton: *He sat outside the coffee shop, waiting for her to get off work. She'd agreed to talk with him. Not that he expected her to listen, much less go with him. But maybe she would see that he wasn't some creepy stalker, even though he probably was.*
Dagny: *She spotted him waiting for her outside, and so lingered inside the coffee shop for longer then she normally would. She wasn't sure why she didn't want to talk to him, it wasn't like she couldn't tell if he was going to hurt her. Grabbing her bag, she took off her apron and threw it in the corner before walking out to stand in front of his table. Putting a hand on her hip she gave him a look.*
Everton: Finally decide to stop avoiding me? You could have gone out the back.
Dagny: Ah could 'ave, but may as well face it.
Everton: *He stood and nodded, gesturing to the door.* I'm guessing you don't want to do this in front of your co-workers?
Dagny: Nah, dey don't need ta overhear. *Crossing her arms over her chest she walked out of the coffee shop. Brushing a lock out of her face she started to walk aimlessly.*
Everton: *She might have wanted to wander, but he already had a destination scoped out. He directed her toward a deli a few blocks down. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he directed a thought to her.* 'You smell like a bar.'
Dagny: *Her head jerked as if she had been slapped, and put her hands to her temples at the voice in her head. Despite the buzz she still had going from last night, the voice cut through loud and clear. Growling she shoved him, hard and got close to him.* Dontcha do dat again, and ya ain't my pa so feck off.
Everton: *He grabbed her arm and kept her close as he answered.* That's assaulting an officer, you know. Would you like to continue this conversations in handcuffs?
Dagny: *Wincing she tried to pull back, hating being close to him, to anyone really.* No, let me go, just don't do dat. Don't think at me.
Everton: *He let her go and started walking again.* You really don't have any control over it, to you.
Dagny: Ah have some. *She grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest once more, clearly sulking.* Just not when people think at me.
Everton: *Chuckling softly, he directed her the rest of the way to the deli, then held the door open for her. With his hand on her elbow, he steered her to a table in the back and sat her down.* So, tell me, Ms Taggart, when did this start?
Dagny: *He was being a gentleman and she had no idea why, watching him wearily she sat down at the table and put her bag on the seat next to her. Putting her elbows on the table she looked around at the customers milling about and then gave a snorting laugh.* When ah was sixteen, afta my ma died.
Everton: *He nodded as he took a pad from his jacket pocket and started writing.* Would you say that her death was stressful for you?
Dagny: Nah, ah mean it was long, she had cancer, ya know? *The waitress came by and deposited two glasses of water down and Dagny ordered a coke.*
Everton: *Everton ordered himself some coffee, then gave the waitress a rather pointed 'fuck off' look. He turned back and smiled at Dagny.* No, I don't. But I will take your word for it. Did either of your parents have this ability, that you knew of?
Dagny: Dat wasn't very nice, she's just tryin' ta do ha job, ya know. *She gave him her own dirty look and sat back in her seat before shaking her head.* Nah, my ma was smart, educated, yah know? She didn't have nothin' 'bout her besides dat. My pa just workin' class.
Everton: Any siblings? Extended family? *He ignored her look at him. He'd taken his lunch there every day for the last week and he knew the waitress liked to stand around and talk. He was still working on getting her used to not bothering him when he was working.*
Dagny: older frire, Tom. Dunno 'bout no extended family. *Leaning forward she cocked her head to the side.* Yah come 'ere every day, don't it goin' borin' now? Ya know da reason she comes ta talk is cuz she finds yah cute. Dumbass.
Everton: *He nodded at her statement, well aware of what the waitress thought of him. He was good at reading body language.* And your brother, does he have any similar abilities?
Dagny: Nah, least not ah know of. Don't rightly ax him someting like dat. Dey don't know, jus' know ah left. *The waitress returned setting the glasses down and shooting Dagny a dirty look. She flipped the waitress off before rooting around in her bag for something.*
Everton: *Without looking up from his notes, he shook his head.* And I'm rude?
Dagny: She gave me ah dirty look! Ah see where ya loyalty lies. *She protested, and straightened up as she uncapped her flask. Carefully she poured some into her coke.* Ah had a raccoon as ah pet when ah was little.
Everton: A raccoon? That's an interesting pet. *He looked up and smiled slightly.* Does the drinking make it easier?
Dagny: He looked like yah. Beady eyes. *Nodding, she capped the flask and dropped it into her bag.* Yea, it does.
Everton: *He raised an eyebrow and just stared at her for a moment before setting his pen down.* Would you say you have a drinking problem? Do you use any other drugs in an attempt to self medicate? How is your sleeping, is it broken or heavy? Is your ability active while you are asleep, have you ever found yourself experiencing another person's dreams? Have you, since being in New York City met any others who have any ability you would call extraordinary or supernatural?
Dagny: *She gave him a tired look before taking a long drink of her coke, licking her lips she set the glass aside and sighed.* ah ain't got no drinkin' problem, what ah use for recreational purposes ain't none yah business neither. Ah have a hard time sleepin' cuz ah hear da people in da other apartments, ain't everyone asleep at da same time. Ah ain't been in no ones dreams, and nah I ain't met no one with no special abilities, ever.
Everton: *He nodded and went back to making notes. He took a sip of his coffee as he wrote. He wasn't sure he believed her completely and he made no effort to hide his thoughts to that effect.* The drug question is important, an answer would be nice.
Dagny: *She wanted to mentally bitch slap him, she wondered if she concentrated hard enough if she could actually do it.* What do ya want ta know. So ah drink a bit, ah smoke a little weed. Ain't nothin' wrong wit dat.
Everton: Didn't say, or think, anything was wrong with it. I just need to know what, if anything, might be effecting your ability.
Dagny: Ain't nothin' effectin' meh 'cept da fact dat I can hear people in mah head and it don't stop. *Rubbing her forehead, she played with the ring in her lip.* How did ya even find meh, ah don't know why ya talkin' ta mah.
Everton: It's not important, the how. It doesn't change the fact that I found you. And you made the choice to talk to me.
Dagny: Ah wanted some answers, and here ah am, doin' all da fuckin' talkin'. *Shaking her head she scowled and drained her glass.* Yah don't know shit, yah just followin' orders
Everton: *He shrugged.* So what if I am? Are you in the habit of digging around inside people's heads, looking for information?
Dagny: Only when people are tryin' ta hide somthin' from me. Only when it comes ta my life. Ah don't know ya from Adam. *Her blue eyes narrowed.*
Everton: Which is why we are in a public place, where you have been shooting dirty looks at the waitress.
Dagny: Oh get off da fuckin' waitress already, or just go fuck her like ya wanna. *She groans before falling back into her chair, watching him through half open eyes.*
Everton: *He picked up his coffee and chuckled into it, shaking his head in amusement.* Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have a little peace and quiet?
Dagny: Ah remember peace and quiet, it seems like ah had it long time ago. Yah sound like de devil when yah do dat, just ah heads up. *She didn't move from her slouched position.*
Everton: 'Maybe I am the Devil.' *He raised both eyebrows as he thought that, taking his time with his coffee.*
Dagny: Ah told ya not ta do dat. *She growled, the heels of her hands pressing to her forehead. Taking a deep breath she thought hard at him, her lips curling up into a smirk.* Ever wonder wah God took everything from ya?
Everton: *He just looked at her, a faint smile on his lips as he set his cup down.* What if I told you I could get you some peace?
Dagny: Da devil never wanted nothin' for free. *She said simply, putting her arms on the table she lent forward.*
Everton: You know full well that I am not the Devil. And you know that I'm telling you the truth.
Dagny: Everyone wants someting. *Her fingers moved over the glass slowly.* Dats da truth
Everton: I'd like to get out of New York City.
Dagny: Where yah wanna go? *She put her chin on her hand.*
Everton: *He shrugged and made a few more notes in his pad.* I'd like to go check on my stuff. See if my plants are still alive.
Dagny: Boston. Was dare for yah in Boton? *Cocking her head to the side, she stretched her legs, her foot brushing up against his leg.*
Everton: *He didn't move his leg, but he didn't give her the satisfaction of any sort of response.* My plants. My Church. My mountain bike. All those things that don't travel well.
Dagny: *Pulling her leg back quickly she blushed and then pulled her knee up to her chest.* Yeah, well, go back dare den, ain't nothin' stoppin' ya. Sorry 'bout ya foot.
Everton: *He watched the blush and smiled slightly.* Has it been a while since you misread someone?
Dagny: Ah, did it on accident, ah wasn't tryin' ta hit on ya. ah don't sleep wit people. *Reaching into her bag she took out a bottle of aspirin.*
Everton: Why not?
Dagny: Cuz ah can hear dem, tinkin' 'bout other people, 'bout how I'm not what dey thought. *Shrugged a little before swallowing the aspirin dry.* Can ya imagine da most intimate moments, and knowin' dat ya ain't no good?
Everton: *He shook his head, feeling some genuine sympathy for her.* I'm very sorry to hear that.
Dagny: *Shrugging, she picked at the hole in her jeans.* Ah, ya get use ta it, afta awhile
Everton: I'm not so sure of that. But you do come to accept it.
Dagny: Ah dah wanna talk 'bout it no more. *Standing up, she weaved a little bit before reaching into her back pocket. She put some money down on the table.* Go back ta Boston.
Everton: *He watched her, then shook his head.* Keep your money, Ms Taggart.
Dagny: *She rolled her eyes.* I ain't gonna go broke payin' for a drink. Why can't ya accept me payin?
Everton: *He held both hands up and shrugged.* All right. Pay.
Dagny: Ah will, thank yah very much. *Watching him for a long moment she finally extender her hand to him.*
Everton: *He took her hand and shook it firmly.* Until tomorrow, Ms Taggart.
Dagny: Tomorrow? *She gave him a tired look.*
Everton: Yes, tomorrow. I'll have to report back tonight and see what HQ says.
Dagny: Tell 'em I ain't got nothin' dey want. *After a quick shake, she pulled her hand back and put it in her pocket.*
Everton: I don't form opinions. I just report the facts I have. Good day, Ms Taggart.
Dagny: *Looking at him for a moment she finally nodded and walked out of the deli, reaching into her bag she found her ipod. Putting her head phones in she kept her head down as she walked home.*
Everton: *Once she was gone, he emptied his coffee and leaned over his notes, cleaning them up. He added a little more information that he'd gleaned from watching her, then looked at his empty coffee cup. He turned to look over his shoulder at the waitress, giving her a smile as he held his cup up for her.*
Dagny: *Dagny walked home, climbing up the stairs before stepping into her apartment, shutting the door behind her she dragged herself to bed and sank into bed. The waitress smiled at John, blushing a little as she walked over to gather the cup from him.* Can I get you anything else?
Everton: A refill, some water, and whatever your favorite sandwich here is. *He gave her a wink, then put his pad away as he leaned back. He'd be back in his hotel room soon enough, making his calls and checking his supplies.*
Dagny: *The waitress giggled, and bit at her bottom lip before making eyes at him and going to fill his order. She came back a few minutes later with a glass of water and more coffee for him, it took a few more minutes for the tuna melt to come out to him.*
Everton: *He let her make eyes at him, ate his sandwich, and tipped her well. On the bill, he jotted a note, promising to be back at the usual time tomorrow, then felt. Still so much work to be done. On his way back to his hotel, he stopped at the church he always passed and lit a candle for her.*
Dagny: *She spotted him waiting for her outside, and so lingered inside the coffee shop for longer then she normally would. She wasn't sure why she didn't want to talk to him, it wasn't like she couldn't tell if he was going to hurt her. Grabbing her bag, she took off her apron and threw it in the corner before walking out to stand in front of his table. Putting a hand on her hip she gave him a look.*
Everton: Finally decide to stop avoiding me? You could have gone out the back.
Dagny: Ah could 'ave, but may as well face it.
Everton: *He stood and nodded, gesturing to the door.* I'm guessing you don't want to do this in front of your co-workers?
Dagny: Nah, dey don't need ta overhear. *Crossing her arms over her chest she walked out of the coffee shop. Brushing a lock out of her face she started to walk aimlessly.*
Everton: *She might have wanted to wander, but he already had a destination scoped out. He directed her toward a deli a few blocks down. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he directed a thought to her.* 'You smell like a bar.'
Dagny: *Her head jerked as if she had been slapped, and put her hands to her temples at the voice in her head. Despite the buzz she still had going from last night, the voice cut through loud and clear. Growling she shoved him, hard and got close to him.* Dontcha do dat again, and ya ain't my pa so feck off.
Everton: *He grabbed her arm and kept her close as he answered.* That's assaulting an officer, you know. Would you like to continue this conversations in handcuffs?
Dagny: *Wincing she tried to pull back, hating being close to him, to anyone really.* No, let me go, just don't do dat. Don't think at me.
Everton: *He let her go and started walking again.* You really don't have any control over it, to you.
Dagny: Ah have some. *She grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest once more, clearly sulking.* Just not when people think at me.
Everton: *Chuckling softly, he directed her the rest of the way to the deli, then held the door open for her. With his hand on her elbow, he steered her to a table in the back and sat her down.* So, tell me, Ms Taggart, when did this start?
Dagny: *He was being a gentleman and she had no idea why, watching him wearily she sat down at the table and put her bag on the seat next to her. Putting her elbows on the table she looked around at the customers milling about and then gave a snorting laugh.* When ah was sixteen, afta my ma died.
Everton: *He nodded as he took a pad from his jacket pocket and started writing.* Would you say that her death was stressful for you?
Dagny: Nah, ah mean it was long, she had cancer, ya know? *The waitress came by and deposited two glasses of water down and Dagny ordered a coke.*
Everton: *Everton ordered himself some coffee, then gave the waitress a rather pointed 'fuck off' look. He turned back and smiled at Dagny.* No, I don't. But I will take your word for it. Did either of your parents have this ability, that you knew of?
Dagny: Dat wasn't very nice, she's just tryin' ta do ha job, ya know. *She gave him her own dirty look and sat back in her seat before shaking her head.* Nah, my ma was smart, educated, yah know? She didn't have nothin' 'bout her besides dat. My pa just workin' class.
Everton: Any siblings? Extended family? *He ignored her look at him. He'd taken his lunch there every day for the last week and he knew the waitress liked to stand around and talk. He was still working on getting her used to not bothering him when he was working.*
Dagny: older frire, Tom. Dunno 'bout no extended family. *Leaning forward she cocked her head to the side.* Yah come 'ere every day, don't it goin' borin' now? Ya know da reason she comes ta talk is cuz she finds yah cute. Dumbass.
Everton: *He nodded at her statement, well aware of what the waitress thought of him. He was good at reading body language.* And your brother, does he have any similar abilities?
Dagny: Nah, least not ah know of. Don't rightly ax him someting like dat. Dey don't know, jus' know ah left. *The waitress returned setting the glasses down and shooting Dagny a dirty look. She flipped the waitress off before rooting around in her bag for something.*
Everton: *Without looking up from his notes, he shook his head.* And I'm rude?
Dagny: She gave me ah dirty look! Ah see where ya loyalty lies. *She protested, and straightened up as she uncapped her flask. Carefully she poured some into her coke.* Ah had a raccoon as ah pet when ah was little.
Everton: A raccoon? That's an interesting pet. *He looked up and smiled slightly.* Does the drinking make it easier?
Dagny: He looked like yah. Beady eyes. *Nodding, she capped the flask and dropped it into her bag.* Yea, it does.
Everton: *He raised an eyebrow and just stared at her for a moment before setting his pen down.* Would you say you have a drinking problem? Do you use any other drugs in an attempt to self medicate? How is your sleeping, is it broken or heavy? Is your ability active while you are asleep, have you ever found yourself experiencing another person's dreams? Have you, since being in New York City met any others who have any ability you would call extraordinary or supernatural?
Dagny: *She gave him a tired look before taking a long drink of her coke, licking her lips she set the glass aside and sighed.* ah ain't got no drinkin' problem, what ah use for recreational purposes ain't none yah business neither. Ah have a hard time sleepin' cuz ah hear da people in da other apartments, ain't everyone asleep at da same time. Ah ain't been in no ones dreams, and nah I ain't met no one with no special abilities, ever.
Everton: *He nodded and went back to making notes. He took a sip of his coffee as he wrote. He wasn't sure he believed her completely and he made no effort to hide his thoughts to that effect.* The drug question is important, an answer would be nice.
Dagny: *She wanted to mentally bitch slap him, she wondered if she concentrated hard enough if she could actually do it.* What do ya want ta know. So ah drink a bit, ah smoke a little weed. Ain't nothin' wrong wit dat.
Everton: Didn't say, or think, anything was wrong with it. I just need to know what, if anything, might be effecting your ability.
Dagny: Ain't nothin' effectin' meh 'cept da fact dat I can hear people in mah head and it don't stop. *Rubbing her forehead, she played with the ring in her lip.* How did ya even find meh, ah don't know why ya talkin' ta mah.
Everton: It's not important, the how. It doesn't change the fact that I found you. And you made the choice to talk to me.
Dagny: Ah wanted some answers, and here ah am, doin' all da fuckin' talkin'. *Shaking her head she scowled and drained her glass.* Yah don't know shit, yah just followin' orders
Everton: *He shrugged.* So what if I am? Are you in the habit of digging around inside people's heads, looking for information?
Dagny: Only when people are tryin' ta hide somthin' from me. Only when it comes ta my life. Ah don't know ya from Adam. *Her blue eyes narrowed.*
Everton: Which is why we are in a public place, where you have been shooting dirty looks at the waitress.
Dagny: Oh get off da fuckin' waitress already, or just go fuck her like ya wanna. *She groans before falling back into her chair, watching him through half open eyes.*
Everton: *He picked up his coffee and chuckled into it, shaking his head in amusement.* Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have a little peace and quiet?
Dagny: Ah remember peace and quiet, it seems like ah had it long time ago. Yah sound like de devil when yah do dat, just ah heads up. *She didn't move from her slouched position.*
Everton: 'Maybe I am the Devil.' *He raised both eyebrows as he thought that, taking his time with his coffee.*
Dagny: Ah told ya not ta do dat. *She growled, the heels of her hands pressing to her forehead. Taking a deep breath she thought hard at him, her lips curling up into a smirk.* Ever wonder wah God took everything from ya?
Everton: *He just looked at her, a faint smile on his lips as he set his cup down.* What if I told you I could get you some peace?
Dagny: Da devil never wanted nothin' for free. *She said simply, putting her arms on the table she lent forward.*
Everton: You know full well that I am not the Devil. And you know that I'm telling you the truth.
Dagny: Everyone wants someting. *Her fingers moved over the glass slowly.* Dats da truth
Everton: I'd like to get out of New York City.
Dagny: Where yah wanna go? *She put her chin on her hand.*
Everton: *He shrugged and made a few more notes in his pad.* I'd like to go check on my stuff. See if my plants are still alive.
Dagny: Boston. Was dare for yah in Boton? *Cocking her head to the side, she stretched her legs, her foot brushing up against his leg.*
Everton: *He didn't move his leg, but he didn't give her the satisfaction of any sort of response.* My plants. My Church. My mountain bike. All those things that don't travel well.
Dagny: *Pulling her leg back quickly she blushed and then pulled her knee up to her chest.* Yeah, well, go back dare den, ain't nothin' stoppin' ya. Sorry 'bout ya foot.
Everton: *He watched the blush and smiled slightly.* Has it been a while since you misread someone?
Dagny: Ah, did it on accident, ah wasn't tryin' ta hit on ya. ah don't sleep wit people. *Reaching into her bag she took out a bottle of aspirin.*
Everton: Why not?
Dagny: Cuz ah can hear dem, tinkin' 'bout other people, 'bout how I'm not what dey thought. *Shrugged a little before swallowing the aspirin dry.* Can ya imagine da most intimate moments, and knowin' dat ya ain't no good?
Everton: *He shook his head, feeling some genuine sympathy for her.* I'm very sorry to hear that.
Dagny: *Shrugging, she picked at the hole in her jeans.* Ah, ya get use ta it, afta awhile
Everton: I'm not so sure of that. But you do come to accept it.
Dagny: Ah dah wanna talk 'bout it no more. *Standing up, she weaved a little bit before reaching into her back pocket. She put some money down on the table.* Go back ta Boston.
Everton: *He watched her, then shook his head.* Keep your money, Ms Taggart.
Dagny: *She rolled her eyes.* I ain't gonna go broke payin' for a drink. Why can't ya accept me payin?
Everton: *He held both hands up and shrugged.* All right. Pay.
Dagny: Ah will, thank yah very much. *Watching him for a long moment she finally extender her hand to him.*
Everton: *He took her hand and shook it firmly.* Until tomorrow, Ms Taggart.
Dagny: Tomorrow? *She gave him a tired look.*
Everton: Yes, tomorrow. I'll have to report back tonight and see what HQ says.
Dagny: Tell 'em I ain't got nothin' dey want. *After a quick shake, she pulled her hand back and put it in her pocket.*
Everton: I don't form opinions. I just report the facts I have. Good day, Ms Taggart.
Dagny: *Looking at him for a moment she finally nodded and walked out of the deli, reaching into her bag she found her ipod. Putting her head phones in she kept her head down as she walked home.*
Everton: *Once she was gone, he emptied his coffee and leaned over his notes, cleaning them up. He added a little more information that he'd gleaned from watching her, then looked at his empty coffee cup. He turned to look over his shoulder at the waitress, giving her a smile as he held his cup up for her.*
Dagny: *Dagny walked home, climbing up the stairs before stepping into her apartment, shutting the door behind her she dragged herself to bed and sank into bed. The waitress smiled at John, blushing a little as she walked over to gather the cup from him.* Can I get you anything else?
Everton: A refill, some water, and whatever your favorite sandwich here is. *He gave her a wink, then put his pad away as he leaned back. He'd be back in his hotel room soon enough, making his calls and checking his supplies.*
Dagny: *The waitress giggled, and bit at her bottom lip before making eyes at him and going to fill his order. She came back a few minutes later with a glass of water and more coffee for him, it took a few more minutes for the tuna melt to come out to him.*
Everton: *He let her make eyes at him, ate his sandwich, and tipped her well. On the bill, he jotted a note, promising to be back at the usual time tomorrow, then felt. Still so much work to be done. On his way back to his hotel, he stopped at the church he always passed and lit a candle for her.*