| To Catch A Clone |
| Summary: | Caitlin goes off to find X-23 and offer a spot at school |
| Date: | 2014-11-13 |
| Related: | http://ageofheroesmux.wikidot.com/log:2014-11-07-xavier-bless-the-little-children |
| NPCs: | None |
| Scene Runner: | N/A |
| Social/Plot: | Social |
| Players: |
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It's an early thursday morning, the sun just over the horizon as the glare washes everything in a bright orange-yellow. Caitlin, being directed through psychic link by Emma and her use of Cerebro, is guided to this secluded alley in Manhattan. The chill morning air makes wearing a sundress near unbearable, so she's wearing a pair of durable khakis and a green button-up cardigan. She wears some form of bluetooth earpiece and walks around slowly as she enters the alley. SHe looks around slowly, stepping over sleeping bums, even happier to have not been wearing that dress.
At the other end of the alley is a young woman leaning against the wall. She gazes out at the street, glancing to see if any cars are coming around… dedicated customers know where to stop to have a girl come approach them. She's dressed in very little… leather and latex, showing a lot of skin, apparently not bothered by the cold. Her green eyes flick over to the approaching Caitlin, and her gaze lingers for a few moments before turning back to the street, to watch for cars.
Caitlin Fairchild sighs, specifically looking for a scared, near-feral little girl and isn't finding it. She speaks quietly into the earpiece, but Laura can easily hear her. "Emma, she's not here. Are you using Cerebro correctly?" Quickly followed by a sharp "OW! Ok! Point proven. I just don't see anyone…" Her eyes go wide as Emma focuses more on the girl, and what she's wearing. Caitlin looks around and sees.. "..No.." She shakes her head, eyes filling up. She doesn't confront the girl, doesn't walk up to her. I see her Emma, she's…" She doesn't need to finish, Emma can see… She turns around and heads the other way.
Moments later a black sedan rolls up in front of Laura. Caitlin Leans over and shows her a wad of bills. "Get in." She says to the girl.
Laura's dark brows furrow as she stares at Caitlin in the car. She looks instantly suspicious, and for a long moment, it seems like she won't approach. But finally, she does, walking to the passenger side window and leaning in the window. She doesn't have much cleavage to show off, but the motion does so handily. "What were you doing in the alley a minute ago?" she asks, which is hardly sexy talk.
Caitlin Fairchild looks over before checking her mirrors for any sign of police activity. "I was looking for you. I'm not a cop. I just want to talk, and I'll pay you for your time." She says. "I'm not going to hurt you. Even if I wanted to, it would take too much effort." She says, hinting at both knowledge of what Laura can do, and knowledge that Caitlin can still take her despite that. "If you don't like what I have to say, you can walk and keep the cash. Deal?"
Laura takes another long moment to consider Caitlin's offer. "Deal," she says, and opens the door to climb into the car. "You have five minutes. I'm not supposed to take talk jobs. Or you can talk while I work. Whichever."
Caitlin Fairchild blinks and drives off slowly once the girl is inside. "Buckle up." She says as she drives in a circular pattern around the area. "Talk while you… work?" She blushes, chuckling. "I don't exactly know what kind of work you can do with me in five minutes." She says, shaking her head. "No, that's not why I'm here. I'm with a school.. A school for people with talents much like yourself." She says as she watches the traffic while driving. "We know you've been running. We know you've been hurt. We want you to know that you have a place to go to where you'll be safe. We're stable, and we don't want to sue you for anything." She says, trying to get out as much initial information as possible. She also hands the money over to the girl.
Laura tucks the bundle of cash into her corset. She looks over at Caitlin as she speaks, and the gears are visibly turning behind her eyes. "Talents," Laura repeats. "Which talents do you mean? Sucking cock? Or this?" Laura reaches her hand over so that her fist is in Caitlin's field of vision — and then a claw pops out, gleaming and reflective adamantium. The claw pops back in, and Laura slowly pulls her hand back. The reports of a young mutant slashing up johns suddenly makes more sense. They probably abused her. "If this goes somewhere I don't like, the claws come back out."
Caitlin Fairchild laughs and blushes. "Some probably have that talent, I wouldn't know honestly." Then she sees the claws and smiles genuinely. "The claws, yes. And how you don't really get hurt.. and how you can hear everything going on in the car right now." She looks over briefly at the threat and nods. "I understand. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just offering you the chance to get out from the cold and off the streets. We're housed in a mansion where you will take classes and learn how to use your talents.." She looks over again, making a fist, imitating the claws.. "THOSE talents.. better, and with other people your age in the same situation as you. We're quiet, discreet, and we're just a few miles up north from here. If you like, I can bring you up and you can look around. If you don't like it, I'll drive you back."
Laura is quiet for a long few moments. She's weighing the pros and cons in her head. On the one hand, she's deeply suspicious. On the other… she can't help but admit to herself that she's not happy where she is, and that she doesn't want to go back. "I'll go," she finally says. "But if it's a trap," she says, and her voice somehow gets even MORE grim, "I WILL kill you. That's not a threat. It's a fact."
Caitlin Fairchild smiles as she takes the on-ramp to the freeway heading to Westchester. "Girl… you can *try*… There's a reason why they sent me and not some of the others." She says, as they drive off to the north.
Laura turns her head to look at Caitlin, and though she's been rather sullen and inexpressive the whole time, the face she makes is so devoid of expression that it can really only be described as the face of a killer. That gaze lingers for a few moments before Laura turns to look out the window, watching the side of the road as they drive.
