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Post by Anson Beck on Nov 5, 2009 1:57:28 GMT -5
Anson sat down under the streetlight in one of Dawson Lane's alleys and sighed. He pressed his face to the metal and decided he didn't want to go home yet. It was an empty apartment and he hadn't really added any personality to it yet. He hadn't been here long enough.
He'd rather sit outside in the cool night and let his muscles relax after a particularly brutal fight. If he got cold he could always warm himself with a little fire using his powers. He didn't think anyone would be out here to witness it tonight. Not many people traveled Dawson Lane in the dark, from what he had gathered.
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Post by Maggie Russell on Nov 5, 2009 2:06:45 GMT -5
"Oh no you don't! Running away is for chickens! Not ghosts...you little..." Grumbling, Maggie tossed aside the trash can lid she had been using to shield the flying objects this particular angry ghost was throwing, and ran after his glowing back. "I never heard of a cowardly ghost before" she added sourly. Well, she had a right to be sour. Her hands and face were all scraped up and she was pretty sure she had a newly sprained wrist. Plus, she was covered in dirt. Oh and on top of that, she had school in just a few hours. It was so dark and late, that it was almost morning.
She came to a halt when she saw the ghost stop and turn to face her. The ghost was a twelve year old boy and he gave her a nasty sneer, but suddenly the sneer vanished, and so did the boy. Maggie groaned. Now she would have to find him all over again to exorcise him another time or he'd go right back to haunting his step mother.
Then she saw the reason for the boy's dissapearance. A man was sitting under a street lamp, bleeding. She dusted off her grimy hands and approached. "Uh...hello?"
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Post by Anson Beck on Nov 5, 2009 2:13:36 GMT -5
Anson looked up in surprise as a girl approached him from the darkness. He hadn't heard her approach, which meant he had probably fallen asleep. Which meant he probably had a concussion. Anson suppressed a groan and didn't bother standing up. He had a feeling that he would sway like a drunkard if he did.
"Hi," he answered uncertainly. Then he noticed the rough shape she was in. "Do you need help?" he asked. "Were you mugged or something?"
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Post by Maggie Russell on Nov 5, 2009 2:20:52 GMT -5
"Mugged?" she repeated slowly, like she was trying to remember what that meant. She supposed she could use that excuse. It's not like she could say, "Oh no sir, I wasn't mugged, I was just fighting the angry spirit of a twelve year old who thinks his step mother poisoned him to death and won't leave her alone until she's dead too, so now I have to exorsize him. But no, not mugged." So intstead, she made something up as quickly as she could. "Uh, no...not mugged. I was playing hide and seek with some friends and I think they forgot about me so I tried to find them but it was growing dark and..." She went on like this, saying things like how she had fallen down a flight of stairs in the back behind the grocery store, and other such things, but all the while she was studying his face and praying he believed her lie. "So now I'm here. I'm fine though, really..." As quickly as possible, she turned the tables. "How about you? Were you mugged?"
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Post by Anson Beck on Nov 5, 2009 2:25:52 GMT -5
If she didn't want to tell him the truth Anson decided not to push her. She didn't look too severely hurt so he decided not to push it. He had to laugh at her question though.
"No, I wasn't mugged. I street fight." He wasn't sure how she'd take it but he was sometimes a blunt person and he didn't see any better way of phrasing it. He just hoped she wouldn't question why he hadn't stood up yet.
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Post by Maggie Russell on Nov 5, 2009 2:29:22 GMT -5
Street fight...that was a better excuse. Maggie berated herself for not coming up with something like that. Of course, she doubted that his was an excuse. She was fairly certain that stuff like that happened underground in Michigan all the time. But she couldn't very well backtrack and say, "Oh me too. I street fight all the time" even though that would be a very literal definition for what she does with ghosts.
"Oh ok." She nods understandingly then waits for Anson to stand and leave so that she would know he was ok. But he didn't. "Um...are you sure you're ok?"
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Post by Anson Beck on Nov 5, 2009 2:36:15 GMT -5
"I may have a small concussion, but it's nothing I haven't dealt with before." Anson answered, thinking this was the strangest way he'd ever met anyone. "I'm sitting here because the metal light post feels good on my face." He grinned.
"I'm Anson, by the way." He wondered how old the girl was, and why she was really out so late at night. She looked like she was a young teen--too young to be walking through alleys of the St. James "slums" so late at night. Anson determined that if he could walk fine he'd walk her home.
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Post by Maggie Russell on Nov 5, 2009 2:40:35 GMT -5
Maggie laughed appreciatively. She knew what a cold object felt like to a bruised body part. She definitely did. And if it wouldn't look awkward, she would have sat down next to him and used the lamp post as well. Instead, she tuned in to hear him address himself as Anson. "I'm Maggie" she replied. "Are you new in town" she added curiously. "I've lived here my whole life and it's a kind of small town so I think I'd remember you if I saw you around before."
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Post by Anson Beck on Nov 5, 2009 2:45:33 GMT -5
"You think you'd remember me? Would that be because of my roguish good looks?" he teased. Yeah, definitely a concussion. He laughed. "Sorry. Yeah, I just came in by bus a couple of weeks ago."
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Post by Maggie Russell on Nov 5, 2009 2:48:31 GMT -5
Maggie raised an eyebrow which hurt because of the bruise on her forehead but she refrained from wincing. "Rougish good looks? With all that blood? And the sort of dazed expression that makes me think you're high? I wonder what you look like on a bad day if this is a good one." A grin tugged at her lips but she forced a straight face for a moment longer. Then she nodded in an aha, i knew it sort of way. "The bus, huh? Very classy." Now she did grin.
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Post by Anson Beck on Nov 5, 2009 2:54:32 GMT -5
Anson stared at Maggie a moment before bursting into laughter. He stopped soon enough, holding a hand to his head and saying "ow" while still chuckling slightly. Maggie had spunk, he liked her. "Trust me, this isn't one of my good days. Though it wasn't a completely bad one either." He squinted up at her in the light.
"Besides, you can't blame a guy that got his head knocked against the pavement for looking dazed."
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Post by Maggie Russell on Nov 5, 2009 2:59:20 GMT -5
"True" Maggie said somewhat reluctantly. "I guess I can't. But you can't blame me for trying. It was too easy." She tried to roll her wrist. It worked but was painful, which is how she determined it wasn't broken and she could suffice with an ace bandage until she got enough time to go see her doctor. "So is there a particular reason you street fight? Money, fame...the glamour?" She gave him a once over with her muddy brown eyes, a teasing glint in them.
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Post by Anson Beck on Nov 5, 2009 3:06:22 GMT -5
"Of course it's all about the glamor," Anson answered with a smirk. "Who wouldn't want to be caught using a light post at midnight as an icepack? That's what it's all about." He chuckled a moment before growing more serious.
"No, it's mostly for the money and because I'm good at it. I'd like to find another job, but I'm not sure what I want to do yet. Until then, this is what I'll do. It's decent enough to pay the rent and it keeps me in shape. I enjoy it, really. Which is probably not a good thing, but at least I'm not mugging people." He smiled.
"What about you? I assume you're still in high school, do you have a part-time job?"
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Post by Maggie Russell on Nov 5, 2009 16:19:40 GMT -5
She nodded along as he spoke. Doing something because you liked it and was good at it...well everyone wished they could settle for that, even though everyone knew that it wasn't always going to be enough to survive with. "Good for you. Making it work for your lifestyle and all" she said quite seriously.
Her expression lightened when he asked her about her job. "I don't have a job persay...but I help out at The First Page and at The Pub after school some days. It's a nice way to earn a few extras dollars."
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