An open log, for an antisocial child...

[southernreaper]

Who: southernreaper and anyone who wants to come across him.
Where: All over.
When: All day and up to an hour or two after sirens
Summary: Kevin Ford is out studying the celebrations.
Warnings: Possibly some talk of addiction, and macabre descriptions. Possibly language. Will update as needed.
Notes: Put time and sector in your subject line, please. Action/Prose

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Evening - Sector Four

[controllingluck]

Celebrations were being had all over the place and the streets were filled with people rushing here or there, either to get to a party or to get home from work early, she decided. For Himawari she imagined everyone having a nice time of things. Parties and dinners and no hassles and issues.

Sure, it might not all be true but she liked the idea better. She was out with a small bag of produce, some veggies from a market of a friend. A few bottles of water and some tea. Nothing extraordinarily but enough for dinner tonight.

That's when she spotted a fellow newcomer. She couldn't recall the name, as there had been so many of them coming lately. But because she worked as greeter she had a good idea of all the new faces in the building. Smiling to him she gave a small wave. "Hello!"

Taking a few steps closer she smiled, head tilted and looking to him. "How are you finding things in this place?"

[southernreaper]

Kevin turned at the voice and wave. He immediately stuffed his hands into his pockets. This wasn't Xavier's. People here didn't couldn't understand why he was the way he was. Back home, when someone said that a power caused death, people didn't argue, they just accepted. He worried that people here wouldn't take it like that.

"Evenin', Miss." Kevin said. He knew the evening was warm, but he was still in the turtleneck and gloves. Better to be cautious, than to be sorry.

"I ain't been out much." Antisocialness was his specialty. "It's... different from back home. Ya was at the diamond, weren't ya, Miss?" Honestly, back then he'd been trying to stop the whoever the hell they were from touching him, so he hadn't paid as much attention as he should have.

[controllingluck]

A warm evening and a turtleneck? That wasn't really unheard of, seeing as Himawari wore tall necked shirts for her own reasons, though at the moment she was in a skirt and leggings and not completely covered. She did however take all this in. Turtleneck, gloves, antisocial kind of feel though he seemed friendly enough.

The young girl just smiled, keeping a respectable distance (because this was her and the last thing she needed to do was jinx him with bad luck already), holding her bags with both hands in front of her (a simple way of getting out of handshakes).

"I was, yes. Though I believe someone else helped you to the apartments? Sorry, I'm afraid I missed giving an assist with you. I'm Himawari." She said and gave a small bow of her head. "How much different is it here?" Always the curious one.

[southernreaper]

Kevin smiled a bit and shook his head. "No, I made m'own way there. Didn't really need the help." He admitted. "It's right nice t'meet ya, Miss Himawari."

Even he almost flinched at how his southern drawl mangled that name. He hoped she could forgive him for that. He wasn't used to saying names in different languages.

"D'ya need help with them bags, Miss?" He asked, seeing her carrying them. It was in his DNA to be the gentleman.

"Oh. Umm." He rubbed a gloved hand over the back of his neck. "Well, we don't got monsters out at night. Or comp'nies that act like these do."