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[ASPEN ELANORE HILL]

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i'm your wild girl

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"hey there, girlie. need comp'ny?"

at first, the night had started out well.

aspen hill had managed to snag a few hundred bucks over the last few hours of the day playing the guitar and singing annoying holiday tunes. she managed to make ruff even do a few tricks to gain some extra dollars, and managed to keep it hidden from the others in the train station. aspen even managed to call a taxi and make herself up to look like an everyday rabble-rousing teenager. it wasn't until she had reached the bar itself did she begin to feel a bit unorthodox -- something that rarely happens to the young woman.

she tucked a streak of blonde behind her ear, gazing over at the man who waddled his way towards her. alcohol stained his breath, and his teeth were rather yellow. his hair was a mess and his dark eyes were glued only on her. a faint, annoyed smirk had curled slightly on her lips as she leaned against the bar, her arm hooked on the counter and her cheek resting on the side of her hand, her elbow propped on the crease of her elbow. aspen snorted a bit, rolling her eyes. her lips pursed and she sat up, twisting herself around to where her elbows where propped on the counter and her back leaned against it. "listen, bub, you're not my type. and i'm sure i'm not yours." she winked playfully. "so instead, why don't you just, you know, go and do what drug-addicted dipsticks like you do." she patted his cheek for a moment. she regretted touching it, wiping her hand on the back of her black shorts as she moved down the counter.

she refused to turn around.

her hand was in need of a good bath of sanitizer. she was shuddering as she took a seat at a booth, watching him for a moment. he had casted her a broken-hearted look, his bottle sliding through his hand and on the floor, breaking into a thousand pieces. the people around him watched for a moment as the bartender handed the man a towel, ordering him to clean it up. she smirked, a half-hearted snort escaping her. he deserved no pity. why would some random man walk up to a girl who was clearly not interested in talking to him? she rolled her eyes.

it was the life of a bar, however.

one doesn't always get the best looking man of the crowd.

aspen rolled her eyes again, finding her fingers drumming the side of the oak table. she found herself gazing out the window at the snowy scene. she took hold of the purple scarf and tightened it a bit around her neck, smoothing down her thick black jacket. she was glad for the free money. she breathed for a moment, looking at the brown bottle before taking it in her hand and shaking it a bit.

empty.

damn. aspen slid from her seat, bumping into a man as she did so. "woah. sorry, dude. i didn't mean to run into you." she said, patting down the slight wrinkle as she excused herself towards the bar. she ignored the slight spill of what was left of her beer on her converse, some of it leaking into the rips and onto her socks. aspen leaned against the bar again. "hey. . . jim. could you get me another beer, please?" she asked after glancing at his name tag briefly. he wasn't the best looking man either. she pursed her lips a bit.

this was going to be some night, she knew it.

taking a seat at the bar, unable to make up her mind, she hummed a bit, drumming the side of the counter with her palms. she wanted to sleep right now. she was growing tired and a bit aggravated. she was also torn between hitting the man she rejected before and running without another word.

he had caught her arm and pulled her off the stool, knocking the thing down and causing her to stumble a bit. a look of fear and rag crossed her face. she wiped her hair from her face with her free hand, glaring him down. he shook her, both hands on her arms now. she snarled a bit. "look here, girlie! i was trying to be nice, and now, i feel like we need to talk and get this over this. . ." he was drunk. besides the obvious slurs and unpronounceable words, aspen knew he was going to be.

she only wished she predicted seeing him man-handle her.

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[MEMPHIS IAN REDMOND]

` take this all the way ,
any way you want to - - -

The day at work had been stressful.

For the first couple of hours, they had to rush elderly people to the hospital. He wasn't a big fan of things like that. He could heal those with heart attacks, but he was always afraid that he would make a mistake, or the shock would cause them to actually perish. Around three hours into his shift, there was a boy who had been hit by a car. He always worked with the same shift of people, to ensure that they knew what each other wanted or was good at. It had taken lots of persuasion of their superiors, but after Red healed his supervisor's daughter, they allowed it. The three other people knew of his ability, and busied themselves with preparing things or checking on where they needed to go next while Red went to work. The boy was bleeding profusely, and Red feared that if he didn't get to work, the kid would pass. Screaming, there was always so much screaming. He didn't mean for it to hurt, and it was designed to heal, but it was still painful. He had healed some of the bruising and mended the broken bones and punctured lung, giving the boy enough help to make it to the emergency room and survive into the next step. The rest of the shift was less dramatic, but there had been no slow of pace.

Still, the shouting haunted him the rest of the day.

"Hey, Red, we're going out for drinks. You coming with us?" He wasn't normally one to be included in things like this. He was the youngest employee. He had been the youngest employee for a couple of years, and they knew he was different. They didn't exactly include him in every opportunity that came. He was surprised by this one. He nodded, muttering a, "Yeah, sure." He had changed in the locker room quickly, slipping his uniform off in turn for a pair of dark-wash jeans and a gray, button-down shirt. The others had finished almost as quickly as he had, and they were soon piling into their cars and pulling out of the hospital parking garage. The bar was not his type of place, but then again, there was never really a place he functioned well in besides his little stall in the back of a Chinatown restaurant. He parked the car before meeting up once more with the same three people he had been working with for a couple of years. He tagged along a few feet behind as they walked in, the oldest gossiping about his wife. Aaron was always the one to turn conversation to him, Red noted with a smirk.

Ten minutes later, they were clustered around the table, all with a beer in hand. Aaron was once more steering conversation. Jodie, the only girl of the group, said something funny about her boyfriend. A roar of laughter sparked, Red shaking his head as he chuckled. When working, she was always docile and serious. Outside of it, she was sarcastic and hilarious. "Hey, you want to get us more to drink?" They had a pool of money, composited from all of them, so that it was unsure who really was paying. Red shrugged. "Alright, be right back." He was making his way up to the bar when a young woman bumped against him. "Hm?" He glanced over as she apologized. "Woah. Sorry, dude. I didn't mean to run into you." He nodded slightly. "No problem." She seemed agitated, like she wanted to get away from something. He watched her move towards the bar as he did, ordering another round after her. He continued to glance at her from the corner of his eye as she continued to move along.

Then the other man stepped in. The guy was drunk, that was obvious. He grabbed the young woman's arm, and Red raised an eyebrow. Obviously, the girl wanted him to get away. "Look here, girlie!" He winced slightly, that was definitely not a way to start a good conversation. "I was trying to be nice, and now, I feel like we need to talk and get this over with." Red was about to pick up what he had ordered when he looked over. He normally wouldn't have stepped in, but he didn't like the way this was going. "Hey, you, get your hands off of her." He took a step closer, placing a hand over the guy's arm. He wasn't using much of his ability. He hated to see people in pain, but this guy needed to learn to back off. His touch was like a stinging as he tried to push himself between the man and the teenager. "She obviously doesn't want to be around you, just let it go and go back to your buddies."

i'm hoping aspen responds, otherwise this is a waste of 808 words. well, i've quoted poppin' champagne by all time low, and red is a bit of a hypocrite, not going to lie.

[ASPEN ELANORE HILL]

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i'm your wild girl

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"you need to learn to take hints!"

aspen was nearly ready to head butt him, her face screwed up in a snarl as he readied herself. it wasn't until the man she bumped into had stepped in and took hold of his arm. she watched him for a moment. her head tilted, lips curled into a slight snarl as her face relaxed a bit. he wasn't a normal guy -- not like the guy who had begun flirting a storm with her. she turned back to man who winced and whimpered and rushed off, gripping his arm after releasing her own. she watched, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. aspen puffed out her chest, her chin raised. "yeah, you better run!" she was bouncing a bit on her toes, her arms relaxed, loose, hanging at her side as her hands curled into fists.

quickly she smoothed down her coat and looked up at the other man. she was smiling a bit, her facial features less menacing. "thanks. i could've totally took care of it myself, though. but yeah. thanks a bunches." she tucked another sheet of hair behind her ear as she winked a bit. he helped her out. she was thankful, even if she didn't show it. her feet still bounced a slight bit. the alcohol made her a bit more menacing then she thought it would.

aspen wasn't one who went to a bar everyday. in fact, it was rare for her to be spotted in one. she flexed her fingers a bit, now staring off at the guy who ran to his friends, each one glaring her down. she did the same, nodding to them. they didn't take her seriously, yet kept to themselves. one was large enough to break her back with ease. she didn't care. despite her size, she wasn't one who would back down easily. after calming down a bit more, her shoulders still tense, she looked down at his hands before her eyes trailed up to his face. "stitcher, huh? yeah, i know who you are." she said, loud, yes, but enough to be heard through the ruckus and only for his ears. "sort of, at least. like, i know you're a super-gene soldier thingy. or was supposed to be one. experimental, maybe? i saw you coming, i just didn't think you'd be here this fast." she leaned against the counter before sliding into a stool and kept her eyes on him, a slight smirk spreading on her face.

"care for a beer? your friends might like that." she chuckled a bit, nodding towards them. "i'm a watcher. it's no biggy, y'know. i don't care to much about it. i mean, i can see into the future. i'm not like, going to see if you're "gonna die in seven days, ohmygod" type of a thing, though. not really." she shrugged, rambling on. she was blushing a bit, a hint of pink rising into her cheeks. she wipes her bangs from her face as she reached into her black short's pocket and pulled out a wad of money. she counted the amount of money for the beers, turning towards the bartender. "jimbo, babe, can i get more beers? sort of on the house. thanks, babe." she turned back to the man, smiling, rolling her eyes a bit as her voice lowered. "i don't know him. i just feel like flattering him."

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[MEMPHIS IAN REDMOND]

` take this all the way ,
any way you want to - - -

Red was inwardly thankful than the guy left the chick alone and retreated, obviously in some pain. His brow creased. He didn't like to see people in pain, but it wasn't anything major. The guy would be fine in a couple of hours, when the stinging sensation finally ebbed away. He hadn't done any real damage; he hadn't torn any muscles or broken any bones. He knew that he could have done a lot worse, but it wasn't worth it. The guy had a bit too much to drink and seriously didn't know how to take a hint. Although, he wasn't exactly sure if that was what he should have done. He probably made it obvious that he wasn't just some other guy. Though, to most of the people drinking inside, they would have no idea. "Yeah, you better run!" He watched her slightly, chuckling softly. This girl had sure bounced back quickly. Only moments before, she looked like she was going to kill the man. Now, she was full of energy and talking back. He set his elbows up on the counter, leaning forward. "I hope you realize that saying things like that only provoke guys like that."

He fell silent for a moment. "Thanks. I could've totally toke care of myself, though. But yeah. Thanks a bunches." Red was having a hard time wiping the smirk off of his face. He shook his head. "It's no big deal. I mean, you looked like you were in trouble. I don't really know who you are or anything, but he was definitely bigger. And definitely drunk." He was a bit amused, not that he was really going to delve too much into that. He could imagine the eyes of his coworkers on his back, wondering what was taking him so long. Aaron would probably make a crack about him talking to a girl. Jodie would probably assume that he had used his stitch genes to get rid of the guy. While it was accurate, Red wasn't sure if he wanted to put up with an argument or any cynical comments regarding it. He didn't even want to picture the conversation or the disapproving glance. He nodded slightly to her. "Sorry, I didn't know if you would be able to." The tone of his voice was slightly joking, as he rapped his fingers on the countertop.

Her next words caught him off guard. "Stitcher, huh? Yeah, I know who you are." Red froze, his eyes widening for a moment. "Sort of, at least. Like, I know you're a super-gene soldier thingy. Or was supposed to be one. Experimental, maybe? I saw you coming, I just didn't think you'd be here so fast." His mind was racing as he attempted to put all the pieces together. He didn't exactly have to figure it all out, though, as she kept talking. At her offer for a beer, he shrugged. Red didn't really say anything, still trying to stitch all of the patches together. She was involved with the super genes. She had to be – people didn't know what a stitch was without being exposed to them or knowing people who were. Luckily, she filling in the gaps of his knowledge significantly. "I'm a watcher. It's no biggie, y'know? I don't care too much about it. I mean, I can see into the future." It was around that point in her explanation that Red found himself zoning out. So she was a watcher. She had seen him coming. It was strange; he never quite understood how watchers thought. Did they go places, knowing someone would be there?

"Watcher, huh?" He ran a hand over his hair. "Do you draw things or write things or what? I don't come across them very much, a lot of them keep out of trouble, I figure. I don't get how it all works. I get pushers a lot in my life. Ones who are too weak to save themselves and get in fights with people. Or people who hang out with uncontrollable movers." Red paused to shrug. "I don't know him. I just feel like flattering him." He smirked, laughing a bit. She was certainly not what he imagined most watchers to be like. He always thought they were wise, always thinking ahead and being able to dodge anything. Of course, he figured that people with his super genes had their own stereotypes, as the other types did. "Well, then, we can pretend he's lucky for a bit." He straightened up to wedge a hand in his pocket, casting a glance over his shoulder at the rest of his shift mates. "Or, at least, he can feel lucky for a bit."

i'm hoping aspen responds, otherwise this is a waste of 783 words. well, i've quoted poppin' champagne by all time low, and this post is kind of awful.

[ASPEN ELANORE HILL]

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i'm your wild girl

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"i hope you realize that saying things like that only provoke guys like that."

aspen shrugged, tossing a sheet of blonde from her shoulders and took another drink of her beer, looking at the table of friends. the smirk still lay on her face. she doubted it would disappear anytime soon. she was grateful for him helping her out, but she didn't need it. she was a strong hearted soldier. not literally, but aspen liked the little bit of attention granted to her. "i know." she turned back to him, the smirk increasing a bit more.

she listened to him some more, although turned the other cheek to capture several more glances out the window. "it's no big deal. i mean, you looked like you were in trouble. i don't really know who you are or anything, but he was definitely bigger. and definitely drunk." she nodded a bit, shrugging again before she put down her bottle and raised her hands close to her chin as if about box him. "trust me, pretty boy. i'm a strong girl. i could've taken care of him myself." she playfully nudged his chin with her knuckle, chuckling a bit. "i mean, i totes all up for rescuing the damsel in distress. by all my, do so. but i don't need rescuing. i can take care of myself. no worries, dude."

the smirk had increased once again into a grin, showing a few of her teeth in the process. normally, a person was granted only the slight curl of the lips, never a show of teeth. but this seemed like the time to be happy and give him the opportunity for a bit more then a lazy smirk. she quickly took hold of her thick hair, pulling it into a loose bun with the purple hair band that lay around her wrist in her hand as he went on. "sorry, i didn't know if you would be able to." after finishing fiddling with her hair, she casted him a glance. her facial expression was enough, she assumed, for him to understand. haven't i already told you i can totes handle myself? no biggie. she chuckled a bit and propped her elbows on the counter. "that was pretty cool, though. i never met a stitcher." she smirked before pursing her lips with a slight shrug.

aspen nodded to him. he seemed to be a bit surprised at first when she told him who she was. she didn't think it through much. who cared who was who? she needed to get over those facts. even with the super-genes, they were still people. they walked. talked. acted normal. they only had the genes of a super-human. she had dozed off for a moment in thought, before snapping back and nodding again, trying to rethink of what he said. "yeah, no. i, uh, i write songs. horrible songs, but yeah. i try drawing the picture with the songs and hope to like, go big and use the stuff i see, y'know?" she took another drink of her beer before she continued on. "i try to keep out of trouble. but trouble finds me and i go along with it. i'm sort of into the whole fight-scene, i guess." she chuckled, shrugging once again.

he was certainly an interesting stitcher. aspen wanted to know more, but she didn't speak. he came across her as weak at first. she came across him as a loner at first. like she is. she tilted her head a bit as if trying to read him. reading people was something she was terrible at. the things she sees don't come when staring at people like she wished they did. aspen only saw things in her sleep. she brushed a piece of her bangs away, looking down at his shoes as she blushed a bit.

small talk was certainly not her thing.

"sorry. i'm not very good at the whole 'trying-to-get-to-know-people' thing. been pushed around to much over my life." she spoke quietly this time, her eyes moving slowly form his shoes and back towards him, where her eyes narrowed an her brows knit a bit. "you're very difficult to read. i'm not saying i can read people, but i like to try and get into people's heads. i'm sorry about that, too." she was whispering, and hoped he hadn't heard her. he had already been talking, anyway, which made her blush an even deeper pink.

"well, then, we can pretend he's lucky for a bit. or, at least, he can feel lucky for a bit." she laughed at this. of course, her usually snarky remarks were to follow, but she remained quiet as she collected the beers, handing a few over to him. "i don't know about you, but i would feel lucky to get a compliment other then 'girlie.' it's like they think i don't know i'm a girl or something." she nodded towards his friends as she slid from the stool. "i don't like to push myself to sit with people or anything, but will you mind if i sat with you guys? i'm alone and could use some good talking too." she smiled, bobbing her head before straightening up some more and added quickly, "if you don't mind, of course. totes up to you, bud."

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[MEMPHIS IAN REDMOND]

` take this all the way ,
any way you want to - - -

"Trust me, pretty boy. I'm a strong girl. I could've taken care of him myself." Pretty boy? He was sure that there could have been something else to call him. He could break someone apart just as easily as he could put them together. Still, she was confident. She said what was on her mind. He had to give her props for that. It was amusing to hear, even though she was very open about things he wouldn't have been. He rolled his eyes slightly. When she nudged him, he chuckled a bit. "Woah, tiger, be careful with those mitts." He leaned back slightly, touching the toe of one of his shoes to the bottom of the stool as he laughed softly again. "I mean, I'm totes all up for rescuing the damsel in distress. By all means, do so. But I don't need rescuing. I can take care of myself. No worries, dude." He was seriously contemplating some sort of sarcastic comeback, running a hand through his hair. He didn't exactly have to step in, but he hadn't been sure. While she could apparently take care of herself, he had met several girls who couldn't. He didn't have long to think it over. "That was pretty cool, though. I never met a stitcher." He shrugged. "Yeah, well, now you have."

He fell silent as she began to explain herself. "Yeah, no. I, uh, I write songs. Horrible songs, but yeah. I try drawing the pictures with the songs and hope to like, go big and use the stuff I see, y'know?" His brow creased for a moment. "You write songs? Cool. I've never met a watcher who did that, it's different." Red nodded. Everyone was different, though, so it was hard to pin people down like that. People developed different abilities. He glanced over at the bartender before moving his eyes elsewhere, catching a glimpse of his friends over the people who were in the bar. They were probably waiting for him to get back, but they were keeping themselves busy. They were social people, at least, more social than he was. He frowned for a moment. "I try to keep out of trouble. But trouble finds me and I go along with it. I'm sort of into the whole fight scene, I guess." He chuckled softly, examining his hands for a moment as his eyes moved down. "I guess you could say I'm the opposite of you. I run into trouble and heal. I'm an EMT, most of the time. I mean, I'd help anyone who showed up at my door, but yeah."

He fell quiet for a moment.

Red was never the best around people.

Soon, though, this girl was speaking again. He looked over at her. At her words, his head tilted to one side. Pushed around? "Sounds like all of us. Pushed, prodded, pulverized, you name it." He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. Red honestly disliked the Division. However, they still had a hold over him. He also knew that without them, he wouldn't be helping people the way he was. "You're very difficult to read. I'm not saying I can read people, but I like to try and get into people's heads." That didn't settle as comfortably on his skin as most of what else she said. His eyes open and he peered at her from the corner of his eye. Reading people was a skill that he figured other types of people had – wipers, pushers, agents. It just sounded so uncomfortable to him. "Well, there isn't much to me. Got taken when I was a kid. Got involved in some bad stuff. Left. Now I'm here, trying to make something of myself. I'm guessing you're kind of the same way?"

Red wasn't about to admit his ties to the Division.

He took the beers quickly, turning to look at the people he had come with. Aaron certainly looked pleased as punch, and Red was certain that the next day, he wouldn't hear the end of it. Who was this mystery woman? Did he know her? Was she like him? "I don't like to push myself to sit with people or anything, but will you mind if I sat with you guys? I'm alone and could use some talking to. If you don't mind, of course. Totes up to you, bud." A smirk found its way back to his face. Red nodded. "Sure thing. They'll be fine with it." He led the way back to the table, sliding in amidst the small group of coworkers. He nodded towards the open seat before nodding towards the woman. "Hey guys. This is…" He paused. Crap. Red didn't know her name. His cheeks flushed for a moment before he shook his head and gestured towards the other people. "Anyways, that's Aaron. Jodie. And Zachary." He paused. "I'm, well, I'm Red." He smiled slightly as Aaron began to talk again, bringing up his wife. Red raised an eyebrow. "Apparently, I didn't miss much."

i'm hoping aspen responds, otherwise this is a waste of 837 words. well, i've quoted poppin' champagne by all time low, and meh.

[ASPEN ELANORE HILL]

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"woah, tiger, be careful with those mitts."

aspen couldn't help but blush a bit as her smirk seemed to shrink into a sheepish curl. she probably sounded like she was insane to him. overly confident, maybe. or just a little off. as much as she disliked guessing, she wanted too. he wasn't exactly interesting just yet. she had a feeling he was hiding something, and whether or not he told her, she was certain she'd see something odd in her dreams. "what can i say? i got skills." she smoothed down her hair, running a hand through it as she puckered her lips in a smirk, tilting her head upwards, all of it meant as a joke, really. she hoped he knew she was at least. aspen chuckled and bit down her lip, looking down at her own slightly-ripped shoes.

"yeah, well, now you have." she nodded at that, looking back up at him with the smirk still stuck to her face. "oh yeah, fo' sho." aspen swiped her bangs away again. she wished she had a pin, or something a little better using her hand every second. she ignored it as it fell back in her face, which lit up at his comment. "you never met a watcher that wrote a song? how awesome! i mean, you know. i like to be a bit different. i think that's obvious enough, though." she slid partially out of her stool, pointing down at her choice of winter jacket, black shorts, and tank top. she shrugged a bit, sliding back into place.

"well, there isn't much to me. got taken when i was a kid. got involved in some bad stuff. left. now i'm here, trying to make something of myself. i'm guessing you're kind of the same way?" aspen had nodded. she hated to admit it, but they seemed to be the same. or was in the same situation. she shifted a bit uncomfortably. he seemed to feel the same way. aspen couldn't talk about the division without shuddering or tearing up a little. she didn't want him to see her cry. she was stronger then that. breathing in, she nodded again as she spoke. "yeah, pretty much. i mean, i'm still a kid. i'm eithee. . . twenty-one years old. totes old enough to be here drinking." she said in hopes that jim the bartender, who arched a thick brow in her direction, glaring at her, wouldn't ask for an i.d. she smiled brightly, beaming a bit in his direction before winking as she leaned back. rolling his eyes, jim went back to wiping down the counter.

that was when this man before her had allowed her to come and sit with them. her face lit up. aspen was allowed? she was surprised he hadn't tried sneaking away somehow from view and far from her as possible. she followed like a puppy dog at his heels, the few beers in hands before placing them on the table. sliding into her seat, she situated herself with a hopeful grin to the others, wiggling her fingers a bit as he nodded towards her. "hey guys. this is. . ." he had paused. she had giggled a bit. she kept quiet however as he began to talk again, her hand covering her mouth for a while. "anyways, that's aaron. jodie. and zachary." He paused. "i'm, well, i'm red."

"aspen hill." she said with a giggle. "pleasure's mine."

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NOTEShaha. i love aspen.
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