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Post by Nightingale on Sept 8, 2006 8:54:57 GMT -5
The trip to New York had been without incident, unless you counted the look Python had given her when she'd spoken to him in low tones about shopping for John. Angie wasn't sure if it was because of what she wanted to buy or the fact that she was wanting to buy for him at all, but the lanky mutant had eventually given her a wad of cash that he'd told her to split with Aurora. Taking only enough to cover John's new toy, Angie handed the rest to Aurora with a caution that it didn't all need to be spent just because they had it. She didn't know the Canadian well enough to know if Aurora would go overboard or not - shopping was the kind of thing that some people just wouldn't stop until they had to. Nat had been like that.
They'd arrived in New York with plenty of time to spare. Python had managed to talk his way past customs nice and quickly and Angie and Aurora had adopted their 'rich tourist' personas to go do some shopping before the meeting Gill had set up was due to start.
Python had looked at them incredulously as they'd returned with bags and packages, but Angie had just grinned at him. She refused to feel guilty about spending her own money on herself. Well, her mother's own money that she'd stolen all on her own, but same diff. Right?
And then the pair had arrived at the Eighth Ave cafe and sat down, ordering a pair of coffees and waiting.
And waiting.
And waiting.
They'd ordered some more coffees, even though Angie was sure that she'd end up bouncing off the walls if she finished this one, and waited some more.
"Where is she?"
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Post by Aurora on Sept 8, 2006 13:49:52 GMT -5
Aurora tilted her head down and cast a glance out the wide windows at the front of the cafe that was much more sharp and searching than it seemed. She had taken the rich tourist guise and run with it, from the clothes she was wearing to the way she acted. To her, it was fun.
She'd promised not to waste all of their money, but she had bought herself a few things during their shopping trip. Clothes can be bought relatively cheaply and still look good, but with some things, you get what you pay for. The Dolce & Gabana sunglasses perched atop her head and the purse covered in the trademark 'C's that any young woman would recognize (and envy) that sat by her feet were an essential part of the disguise. Or so she'd told Python.
She'd had to make up a name on the spot, when a cute sales clerk had asked her. Staring at a purse covered in cherries, she'd blurted out, "Cherry". It was befitting. In the same store, she'd gotten so carried away as to demand, "Do you know who I am?!" Angie had had to drag her away just in case she decided to enlighten the whole store of who she really was.
"Do we have a phone number for her?" she asked, searching the sidewalk outside, though she wouldn't know the recruit on sight.
"Does P--"
She stopped, pursing her lips and trying to think of a name for John. After a moment, she looked to Angie, and knowing she knew who Aurora meant, she continued. "Does he have her number?"
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Post by Nightingale on Sept 8, 2006 14:04:59 GMT -5
Somehow, Aurora had ended up looking much more the part than she. Angie wasn't surprised, though - the Canadian woman was much more glamourous to start off with, and it wasn't exactly a stretch for her to act haughty and above people. Angie had contented herself with exercising a bit of Aussie surf-brand snobbery when she'd spotted the Billabong store.
"No, I think Gill..." Oh, there was no point trying to make that sound better, the only name she could think to draw out from that was Giligan which sounded even worse, "Was taking care of the arrangements. I'll call him if we're waiting much longer."
She shrugged and returned to her coffee.
She was already starting to get hyperactive.
"Give it half an hour." That allowed for a crazy mistake in timezone calculations or something. And probably another coffee, which was a bit of a worry.
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Post by Aurora on Sept 8, 2006 15:25:44 GMT -5
"I'm actually relieved to be back out in the real world," she said more quietly. No one was sitting close to them, anyway. "Not exactly the most fun of places. And I didn't feel like I gelled too well with the guys...back home."
Aurora scratched at the side of her coffee cup idly with a fake French nail. She'd felt downright left out at times, though she didn't want to harp about it because she knew Angie had been immediately loved by everyone.
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Post by Nightingale on Sept 9, 2006 1:49:09 GMT -5
"Yeah, it's nice to be away." She meant from all the metal and the emotion at the base. If Pyro wasn't crazy or angry, they were getting new recruits who set the alarms off and then talked down to them all. So it seemed, anyway.
"Well, you did smash that mirror." Angie tried to make light of what Aurora had said. "I think if you come out and talk to people they'll be ok." For someone that had avoided speaking to people for almost a year, Angie had come out of her shell with the Brotherhood. It was mainly because she'd realised that they were all pretty cool people once you started talking to them. Appearances can be deceiving and all that.
"And I could teach you to cook, that certainly seems to help." Giving her friend a big grin, Angie hoped that things would work out in the end. Aurora hadn't really come out of her shell yet, so it wasn't always easy for people to talk to her. The young Australian certainly didn't think of herself as loved by everyone - but she did seem to be getting along with them all, and that made her happy. She didn't include Emma in her thoughts, though the blonde woman was still a member of the Brotherhood. Angie had been treated mainly with indifference by her, though, and she had a hard time trusting anyone who could rummage around in her brain.
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Post by Aurora on Sept 9, 2006 9:58:10 GMT -5
Aurora nodded thoughtfully. "That'd be fun. Ah, well. Rome wasn't built in a day."
She bent down and rummaged in one of her bags. She came back up with a book entitled 'Dissociative Identity Disorder'. "You know, there's a chapter in here on hypnosis. Maybe I can put my uglier half to sleep," she mused as she picked up her coffee and took a sip.
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Post by Nightingale on Sept 9, 2006 10:26:45 GMT -5
"Have you talked to Emma? Maybe she could do something about it." If she felt like it. If she was even there still. Surely Emma couldn't do anything worse to Aurora than having another person stuck in her head anyway.
Shrugging, she opened her new handbag - considerably bigger than Aurora's, and actually useful for carrying things - and drew out a book of her own. 1984 by George Orwell. Old faithful, she'd bought it to remind her of why she didn't trust the government - his vision of the future struck her as quite easily brought about, if that was what they wanted to do.
"She hasn't been coming out much lately though, right?" Angie looked around furtively, glad that the cafe wasn't overly crowded. It wasn't the best topic to be speaking about where others could hear. Draining the last of her coffee, Angie pushed the cup aside and put on a new layer of lipgloss, trying to distract herself from the urge to run around the room a few times by opening her book.
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Post by Aurora on Sept 9, 2006 11:24:52 GMT -5
"I'd lock myself in that room I were her, too. I don't trust her as far as I could throw the Juggernaut." Thinking back to Baltimore, and pushing the Juggernaut through the streets, Aurora felt that it was a good analogy. "But I guess if she's helping Pyro we should thank her."
Aurora smirked. "Then get her on the first flight out of there."
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Post by Nightingale on Sept 10, 2006 2:02:43 GMT -5
Once again, Angie glanced around nervously to make sure that there was no-one nearby to hear the talk of Pyro and Juggernaut. It was dangerous, being on this subject, but they were still alone.
"Yeah, we'll see what happens." The young Australian wasn't entirely sure that Emma was helping Pyro, though there had been an improvement. It was just hard for Angie to trust that Emma wasn't doing everything for her own reason - coming back to the truck and seeing Emma sitting calmly as if nothing had happened while the rest of them had been fighting hadn't left the best impression.
"I'm sure she won't stick around too long - we're not exactly her usual sort of company, are we." It was hard to imagine Emma socialising with anyone that didn't have millions and beauty to go with it.
Turning back to her book, Angie was startled to see a waitress appear. Hopefully she hadn't been hovering too long.
"Can I just get a lift spider?" The woman gave her a blank look, and Angie had to explain the concept. Apparently they called them floats over here - and what she was ordering was similar to a 'Snow White' only that had 7 Up instead of Lift. She had to specify lemon lift, too - apparently they had all sorts here but not everywhere carried them. Well, at least she'd kept up the tourist part of their cover.
It wasn't until after all the explanations that Angie thought sugar on top of the caffeine might not be a good thing. She didn't cancel the order - she'd given herself a craving.
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Post by Aurora on Sept 10, 2006 12:38:30 GMT -5
Once Angie had explained to the waitress what a lift spider was, and then to Aurora, who had been too engrossed in her book to listen, Aurora snapped her fingers to call the waitress back over, who returned with a look of loathing. Aurora flipped her hair and said snobbishly, "I'd like a lift spider as well, please."
"Alright, I'm over waiting for her," Aurora said as the waitress stalked off. "Let's make the call."
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Post by Nightingale on Sept 10, 2006 13:38:59 GMT -5
Shrugging, Angie pulled out her phone and dialled a number that would probably be incredibly interesting to the authorities.
"Hey Brian." Better to call him that than Gill. The young Australian sounded bright and happy to the people in the cafe, and the short conversation that followed was fairly mundane, the kind of thing that you would expect between a bored tourist and a family member rather than between a pair of international mutant terrorists.
"No, she hasn't shown, we were thinking about coming back to the hotel. Could you call her and let us know what's happening?"
A pause. "Yeah, we'll probably be in the city for a couple of days." Which was what he'd just told her, since there was something else being organised for them to do. He was going to call with more details later.
Another pause. "No, Uncle Steve's off sightseeing or something. We're meeting him back at the hotel this afternoon." Her way of saying that he was off doing research. Uncle Steve - it amused her to call Python that for some reason.
"Ok, well I'll talk to you later on. Yep, we'll see you soon. Bye!" She hung up and turned to Aurora as their spiders finally arrived.
"He's going to try calling her, so we might as well go back to the hotel." By which she meant the plane, where they could explain the situation to Python. A few more days in New York couldn't hurt, right? The amount of cash, maybe - Aurora would probably relish the chance to do more shopping.
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