Summary:Initial meeting of Sunny and Nightcrawler. Possibly a second part to come. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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It is a quiet evening in Mutant Town, the sun beginning to curve down and dip beneath the crest of the tallest buildings in the city and sending the tangled streets into a mix of orange sunlight and dark shadows. A few of the shops that opt for earlier closing hours have already begun turning their locks and pulling bars down over their doorways, and those in the streets hug their children close as they make their way home. Down at a rundown community basketball court, a pair of children, obviously mutant, play a game of basketball. It is here where Kurt can be found, leaning against the chain link fencing that reaches far above his head. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his heavy jacket, and a red hood is pulled up over his head.
Mutant town was always the place for an outcast, and while Sunny certainly didn't share some of the more obvious markers of difference, it would be a lie to think that she might not have felt what it means to be an outsider. Dressed in her simple leather pants, deep orange spagetti-strapped top and a leather longcoat? The woman was walking her way down the path through the streets with a faint humming.
Whatever tune it was that danced across her mind, it was clearly enough to have it escaping ever so slightly while the blonde beauty made her way along the path. Knowing her, if one actually did, she was headed for the bar.
Maybe Kurt had been taking the odd babysitting job, given how he loiters in the basketball court, watching the weathered leather ball bounce against the cracked asphalt as the two children play. Maybe he was just hoping that one of these kids would let him have next. It could be anything really, but fortune would have it that one three fingered hand would pull out a pack of cigarellos to put one between his lips, just as Sunny is passing by the fence. A frown comes across his features as he pats his pockets, then he speaks out quietly toward the humming woman, "Excuse me, miss. Do you have a light?" He seems more of a timid sort, the gleaming yellow eyes downcast as he talks to Sunny.
It was as she passed the that blonde woman stops, Sunny's curiousity ever-present. Of course she'd seen all manner of strange in her time, but Kurt was rather eyecatching. Shifting her path just a little as she spots the man watching the game, the girl tilts her head and casually speaks up. "One of them yours?" she asks lightly, "Or just keepin' track of the game?'
Kurt seems a bit surprised as the woman enters into conversation with him. His eyes glance up briefly to meet Sunny's before he glances around toward the children. "I was just watching the game, I suppose. The neighborhood seems dangerous. There did not seem to be anyone keeping them safe." His eyes shift back toward Sunny and he says, "My name is Kurt…"
Sunny shifts, making to take a seat for herself, the woman finally reaches out towards the smokes that Kurt had fished out and the one between his lips. No zippo to her hands, instead she reaches up a single fingertip and gently presses it to the end of the smoke. There's a faint glow, but the cigarette was lit and Sunny gives a little wink. Mutant town was one of the few places something like that didn't seem weird after all.
"Sunny," she offers in returned introduction. "And I suppose it's good to have someone watching over them, even if it's a stranger."
Kurt's brows lift in slight surprise as he watches Sunny reach forward and light his cigarellos with a fingertip. A slight smile comes across his features at that as he inhales and then releases a plume of smoke. "You have powers," he comments, rather than questions. Turning about, he moves to join Sunny on the bench she had taken. He takes a single step and then disappears in a cloud of smoke. In the blink of an eye he reappears on Sunny's other side, still smiling.
"One or two," the woman grins, shrugging her shoulders. "But I figure this is the righ-" she begins, only to stop as he disappears and reappears beside her. The blonde just shakes her head with a laugh, raising a hand up to brush a stray and brilliant lock out of her face. "Yeah, that was my point exactly."
Tilting her head to the side, Sunny lounges back with only her hands holding the bench really stopping her from tilting backwards. "That's a neat trick though Kurt. Must make getting around town a lot faster than walking."
Kurt shrugs his shoulders before he sits down on the bench beside Sunny, taking another pull on his cigarello before considering her question. "It does make getting around a good deal easier than walking. Especially if I am looking to avoid all of the stares…." There is a pause there, somewhat sad before he blows out a sigh and seems to push past it. "Have you been in the city for long?"
Ever so slight a frown crosses her features as she nods. She didn't really need to question why stares would be a problem, after all she could see it plainly, but that still brought a sigh from Sunny's own lips. "It seems to be the way of the world, doesn't it? People acting a fool just because something is a little different to them?"
"Most of the time the looks do not bother me," Kurt says thoughtfully, his eyes once more falling down toward the ground as he considers his words. "In Germany I ran away from home to join a traveling circus… I am used to the stares and the gawking. But sometimes people get violent. I do not wish to hurt anyone…"