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Post by chris on Jan 18, 2009 23:06:49 GMT -5
He had met Becca a few weeks ago, and was thinking about going around to see her at her place. Maybe ask her on a date or something like that. Her place was kind of in a run down area of Manhattan, in a small apartment block. He parked out the front and headed in.
When he got to the top, to her floor, he walked to the door and knocked. He was hoping she would be in, he was looking forward to seeing her. Although, she also had to say yes to going out, but, who could resist him, he joked to himself.
"Becca. Hey" He said to her when she answered. "Do you wanna maybe, go on a date with me or something?" He said, just straight out. He thought he would get it out of the way before he did anything else.
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Post by Rebecca Walker on Jan 18, 2009 23:15:07 GMT -5
Becca ran to the door thinking it might have been Mohinder or even her sister. She smiled when Chris came into her view. She had been thinking about him since she last saw him a couple weeks ago. “Hey Chris, um sure.” She looked at herself seeing she was in rugged shorts and a tank top but figured it was better then her underwear. “Come in.”
As he got inside she locked the door behind him knowing that the area she had gotten a place in was somewhat dangerous but figured it was better then living in her car. “Do you want a drink?” She walked to her fridge. “I got water or beer.” When had she gotten beer?
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Post by chris on Jan 18, 2009 23:29:57 GMT -5
He looked at her when she answered the door, she looked good in short shorts and a tank top, he smiled up at her. She invited him inside after she accepted his idea for a date, so he smiled and walked inside.
"A Beer would be great, thanks" He smiled at her, he looked around, studying her place. "Nice Place, Becca" He said. It wasn't really a place for girls like her, but he figured she could handle herself, after all, he knew about her ability.
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Post by Rebecca Walker on Jan 18, 2009 23:38:10 GMT -5
She threw him a beer now sitting down with a water for herself. “Ah its good enough for now at least till I find a job and start working then I can find a better place to live. “ Taking a sip of her water she looked at Chris eyeing him. He was different then most guys she had met here in New York.
“So about that date?” She wasn’t sure why she had said yes let alone why she wanted to go on it. “I’m thinking we should do it this weekend in less you have other plans?”
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Post by chris on Jan 18, 2009 23:43:44 GMT -5
Becca seemed pretty happy with her place for the moment, and Chris couldn't argue with that, if she liked it, he didn't mind. "I'm sure you will find something soon enough" He told her, smiling and taking a sip of the beer she had thrown him.
"The weekend is fine. Should we say, Saturday, 8?" He asked her, truthfully, he had nothing planned on the weekend, it worked out perfectly for him.
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Post by Rebecca Walker on Jan 18, 2009 23:49:15 GMT -5
“Yup.” Becca stated as she mentally freaked out that she was going to be going on a date let alone with a handsome guy like Chris. She smiled at Chris feeling like this was going to be a fun date. “I was thinking about you a couple days ago.” truth was she had been thinking about him earlier this morning but she didn’t want to sound stalkery.
“How’s your power treating you?” Shaking her head. “Haven’t caused any fires have you?”
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Post by chris on Jan 19, 2009 21:48:40 GMT -5
He looked up at her when she mentioned that she had been thinking about him, and he was curious. "All good things I hope?" He asked, he really wanted to ask what exactly she was thinking about him. "What exactly were you thinking about."
Then she mentioned his power, and if he was causing any fires. "I think I'm advanced enough in my power to not accidentally start any fires." He said, but then something just burst out, and he kinda felt bad about it. "I'm almost tempted to put my hand to the floor and burn this place down, so you could move into my high class apartment with me....." He said, before realizing what he was saying, and looking up, embarrassed. "Oh, I'm sorry. It just... slipped out"
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Post by Rebecca Walker on Jan 20, 2009 11:04:50 GMT -5
“You know bad could be good.” Becca teased knowing he would get the hint. He was unbelievable. Shaking her head. “I’ll never tell.” She wasn’t so good at keeping secrets let alone trying to charm her way out of situations but hoped it was working.
When he started to answer her question about his power is when she sighed feeling relived to get off the topic at hand. She smiled laughing a bit. “Well I know its that bad but for you say you want to me to move in well…” She gave him a look. “That would come with a lot of baggage. She had a lot of baggage with her recently.
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Post by chris on Feb 4, 2009 4:01:08 GMT -5
Becca was quite charming, it was funny to watch, actually. Of course, he was liking her attempt at a little flirting, she was very sexy. It was when she said that she would come with alot of baggage had they move in together, he looked up to her.
"You don't look like you have many bags around here" He joked. "There doesn't seem to be much" He laughed to himself. "I mean, I don't have so much stuff myself"
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Post by Rebecca Walker on Feb 4, 2009 9:36:23 GMT -5
She looked at Chris shaking her head. “Well besides the fact I own nothing besides clothes doesn’t mean baggage wont be coming.” She didn’t want to rush into anything plus she had the hopes of finding a nicer apartment all by herself. “There’s my sister and her like 3 father figures who will probably try to come around or call to annoy the heck out of me.” Shaking her head she looked at the window. “Sometimes we need to have baggage I suppose but I have a lot.”
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Post by chris on Feb 8, 2009 4:13:17 GMT -5
He was shocked at this. This girl did have a fair bit of baggage. Why the hell did her little sister have 3 fathers anyway. That was just plain weird. Well, it didn't bother him. He had pretty much just asked this girl to move in with him, and he wasn't going to go back on it because her sister had 3 dads.
"Well, I just happen to have..." He said. "A key here" pulling out a small key to his apartment and placing it in her hands. "You know where it is, bring your stuff" he said, smiling at her. He had just asked her to move in, there was defiantly no going back now. "Plus, you don't have to pay for this dump now" He smiled.
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Post by Rebecca Walker on Feb 8, 2009 19:21:43 GMT -5
Becca watched the key get set in her hand and looked at him. “Well your going to make me carry all this stuff on my own?” She walked over to him tackling him on to the couch which was the nicest thing besides her bed she had in the apartment. She wasn’t sure if this would work out but she didn’t mind playing house.
“Expect me by one.” She then moved her hands to his hair messing it up as she gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “Thanks. This will be fun.” Eyeing his body as she laid almost on top of him. “Oh one thing the only thing I cook are cookies or anything from a box.”
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Post by chris on Feb 9, 2009 2:35:39 GMT -5
She looked at him when she asked if he is going to make her carry everything by herself. He smiled. "No, chuck anything you have ready in my car now, I'll take it" He said to her. He could carry some of the stuff, and then she could bring the rest over when she left this place for good. Well, that was another upside to him coming over now.
She jumped on him, kissing him quickly and thanking him. Then she told him that she doesn't cook much. "Its ok" He told her. "I can cook. Helps that I can heat things with my hands" He grinned. He had often cooked Popcorn on his hand, it was funny.
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Post by Rebecca Walker on Feb 9, 2009 9:06:26 GMT -5
“I bet that’s not the only thing you use your power for.” She playfully smiled as she got up off of him looking around the small space noticing there were some boxes she hadn’t unpacked and she knew her clothes and bed sheets would be easy enough for her to handle. “Well you can take those and whatever I have in the small kitchen.”
She walked to the bedroom which had a open flow that only gave her very little privacy. “Do you have room for my shoes. I have a lot of shoes.” She came out with a box full of her shoes setting it down and plopping back on the couch. “Now I take it I don’t need my bed?” She wasn’t fully sure of what Chris had intended her moving in would be but she wanted to make sure before she said something out of line like she usually did.
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Post by chris on Feb 22, 2009 3:10:36 GMT -5
"What have you got in mind?" He said, referring to her comment about his ability. She told him he could take the few bags she hadn't unpacked yet, and he grabbed them all up in his arms and slung one of his shoulders. He started walking out towards the car, when she came back in, with a box.
When she told him in the box where her shoes, he was shocked. Why so many shoes? He just grinned at her though, he thought it was funny. "Sure, I'v got room" He said. She made a comment about not needing a bed and this caught him off guard. He decided to just play it cool. "Its up to you. I mean, you can share mine... if you want to. But if you'd be more comfortable with yours, you can bring it along"
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