In the end I live well [Ivy]

[derrick]

Life is sink or swim
Love is blinding, no surviving

It wasn't a past time that Derrick particularly enjoyed. Goinf to the museum for fun and playing the guitar for fun were past times he enjoyed. However, playing the guitar on the side of the road with an open case waiting for money, not so fun. He sometimes found it enjoyable on warm days and people were generous, but on days like today, where it was cloudy and windy and everyone seemed like they were in a foul mood it was less enjoyable. Even so, he had't worked at all that week, and, dspite being a master theif and pick pocket, he needed to earn a little extra cash. He could usually steal enough to feed himself and keep his essentials in check, but he had Bell to take care of as well and she was bigger now and required a bit more food.

So here he was, on the steps in front of one of his favorite museums, strumming his acoustic. One might not recognize the song, it was pretty simple. It was Middle of the Hill, by Josh Pyke....or something, he didn't recall the guy's name exactly, all he knew was he liked the song. The song was practically the biography of his life in the orphanage and foster home, minus crazy powers and running away of course. He still had the small scar just above his left brow where he cracked his head in the vacant lot outside of the orphanage.

Feeling a cold wind blow he pulled Bell from her spot on the steps next to him and set her on his lap, out of the way of the guitar and his strumming hand, and pulled his hood on as well. People would have better luck dropping in change, the dollar bills would probably just blow away.

[rfracassi]

She could hear the music a few blocks away from it was played, and that was saying something, as usually one wouldn't hear anything above the din of noises from vehicles and the people and venders. But it must've been a "bad" day for Brooklyn, as the din wasn't quite so loud, and the vehicles were quieter today.

Ivy assumed it must be because of this weather. Even though she couldn't see it, she could feel the chill in the air, as well as the lack of sunlight, and chilled breezes would run over her exposed face and through her hair. She pulled the lapels of her jacket tighter around herself, and continued walking, occasionally beating her cane around her to see if she was about to run into anything. It was just a precaution; she knew these streets so well. But her mother worried, calling her practically every other minute to see where she was...honestly...she was allowed to travel all over Savannah, why not Brooklyn? A girl like you can get to easily taken advantage of.

If her mother knew anything about the supernatural side of her, she probably wouldn't give to shits. But, alas, mother dearest didn't know, and that was the way of it. So she'd deal with the calls, because if her mother knew, then she'd be shut in forever from the world.

Ivy continued on her way, imagining the museum as it had been from her books. She didn't know what color it was or what was around it besides more stonework and bushes, so she got creative with skyscrapers. She had gotten a flash several weeks ago of her walking towards this museum, and did as much research on it as she could before making the trip. But she was slightly scared.

It wasn't the journey itself that scared Ivy; it was what she saw in the flash she had gotten. It was a boy playing the guitar, with it's case open out in front of him, and holding something behind the guitar. He'd had a hood on, so she couldn't see his features. But she sensed that he'd had a hard life, and wasn't neccessarily 100% whole because of it. This worried her, because she didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

She continued on, and as she neared to the music, she channeled her telekinisis to the people that where out and about to conferm where she was. She was correct; and then started looking for the thoughts of the music-maker, going from person to person until she got him.

And his thoughts- or lack thereof- startled her.

She started walking towards him.

[derrick]

After little to no luck at all Derrick let out a loud sigh before finally setting the guitar down in the open case over the small bits of change he had earned. He rubbed his brow as more light rain came down on him. He looked up towards the clouds, reminded of how much he hated water. Derrick was fine with rain, but any body of water he despised. Ponds, lakes, oceans, pools, all of them, they were his worste enemy. Why? Because he sunk like a rock. Pools he cold probably get out of, just sink, walk to the wall, and push up and out, but a pond or a lake would prove less forgiving. At this thought his nose scrunched up in annoyance.

Feeling a little sting in his finger he looked down to see Bell playfully batting at his hand with her claws extended. He smiled lightly at her and picked her up from her belly and held her in front of him until her nose was almost touching his. Derrick kissed her lightly on the nose before laying her across his lap and petting her some more. Looking over his shoulder and at the museum entrance he squinted lightly.
"I'd take you in, little Bell, but the workers there are total assholes and won't even allow a poor kitty like you in."

[rfracassi]

Ivy was close enough now to the boy that she could hear whatever he was holding in his lap: a cat. The thought of an animal made her a little aprehensive, as she ususally wasn't very good with them. She somehow always managed to get the things jumpy and upset when she held them.

She'd have to get a grip over her aprehensiveness about the cat, she had to talk to the boy.

She began to feel little drops of rain falling onto her skin. She now wished her had an umbrella to shield her, but alas, she didn't, and it wasn't so bad yet that she'd need one anyway.

From her vision earlier, she remembered that the boy was sitting on far left steps, somewhere in the middle of them. She walked over to there, her cane whacking around feels for steps. She hated steps; she couldn't see them, and ended up stumbling on them half the time. She'd have to get over this, but it was much harder than getting over a cat.

Her can knocked into a rail, and she grasped it tightly in her small hand, using it as a guide up the steps. With her other hand that was holding the cane, she continued whacking it around, not so much for the step in front of her, but in hopes that she'd hit the boy.

[derrick]

Derrick eyed his guitar for a moment before reaching over and closing the case on top of it, though didn't bother to latch it before leaning back and resing his elbows on the steps to prop himself up. Bell sat on his stomache and eyed him, waiting for him to do something.
"Whattaya want?"
He questioned the cat with a raised brow. He couldn't exaclty feed her at the moment, but maybe she was staring him down seeking shelter from the slight drizzle. At that thought he snorted slightly.
"Sorry Bell, no place to go."
Really, he had little to no money and he didn't plan on using it for the bus. Derrick was hungry and he wanted to eat something, so there was no place to stay unless he broke it, which really was a sinch for the master pick pocket vagabond.

Feeling a sudden jab at his side he threw up his arm in defense and swatted whatever it was away.
"Hey watch it!"
He shouted in defense before looking up and realizing that not only was it a young woman but a blind young woman. He blinked a few times before simply looking away. No, he wasn't going to apologize, she hit him with a stick. Sure she was blind, and most poeple would apologize after yelling at a blind person, but how the hell was he supposed to know? Blind, deaf and mute people should walk around with flashing signs that state their disability so people didn't have to try and apologize like bumbling fools to them.

[rfracassi]

A mix of satisfaction and embaressment flushed over Ivy's emotions at the sound of the boy's retort to being whacked. She knew she shouldn't feel bad for hitting him with her cane, but how could she not? She had intentially hit someone. Ivy pushed the feeling back in her mind, and regarded the boy, hoping she at least looked in his general direction.

Lifting an elegant brow, she said, "Just so you know, I'm not sorry for whacking you. You sound like you deserved it." She normally wasn't this rude to others, but when she got bitched at for anything she tended to get a little bitchy herself. She still wanted to know him, nonetheless. "So, what's your name and what are your powers?"

She imagined his possible expression, based off the glimpse of him she'd seen in her flash. He wasn't overy attractive, but not as ugly as dirt either. But then, how would she know for sure? All she'd seen was a mess of dark brown hair, a strong yet soft jaw, and a flash of brown eyes that were glittering in the light. She had assumed quite a bit about him; for instance him being a quite and shy individual, and knew of Others. Obviously, she was wrong, at least about the quiet and shy, because the tone of his voice indicated that he was aggressive and hard.

Oh well...just another obsticle to overcome.

[derrick]

Derrick looked to the girl with a scowl. Okay, so she didn't deserve an apology at all. So she meant to hit him? Fine then.
"Bitch...."
He muttered as he locked the guitar case close and picked it up. Derrick paused at her next words, which stunned him. Okay, so not only did she purposefuly whack him with her seeing stick, but now she was actually demanding things of him? His name and power? Derrick looked her way, curiuosity, disgust, and confusion all written across his face. Power? Derrick was the only one in this world that could possibly do the things that he did.
Was it possible others had powers too? Could this girl read minds? Was that how she somehow knew he had a power? Blinking himself out of the trance he simply turned away from her.
"Just leave me alone, you crazy idiot."

[rfracassi]

She sighed, a combination of annoyance and fascination, which for her was dangerous, because it made her do crazy things.

Like use her powers, publicly, to snatch whatever she had hear click from his hands into hers.

It was quite a shock to suddenly be fumbling with a large and rather heavy guitar case, as well as the sudden fear that choked her becuase she dropped her cane. She was now stuck holding this guy's case because he piqued her pride by calling her a crazy, as well as an idiot.

This information only confirmed a theory; that he had no idea there were others like him.

She sighed, this time silently, because it was rather trying to be calm around this individual. She didn't have to be empathic or telepathic to realize that this boy had problems, and obviously anger management issues.

"Look, there are others, many of them them, in fact, that are like you." She paused, not sure if she should volunteer any more information, but then continued onward in her little tirade. "My name is Ivy. As you can see, I am blind, and need my cane to see where to go without killing myself. I will gladly talk to you more about what I have just demonstrated, as well as give back your guitar, if you will please locate and give me back my cane." She hastily added, "As well as a promise not to whack you anymore with it."

[derrick]

Derrick was content with leaving the girl in the dust. The drizzle coming down and dripping off the ends of his bangs was making him even more uncomfortable. Derrick never was one for water, especially because he couldn't swim; it was getting Bell wet so he just wanted to leave, maybe go to a Taco Bell or something...

As he was trying to leave he felt a small jerk on his guitar case and assumed someone bumped him, but then it flew from his hands and landed in the hands of the girl. He stood dumbfounded for a moment and looked around reflexively to see if anybody else saw what he just saw. Apperantly not.
'How did she-? She couldn't have even touched it, she's ten feet away!'
Derrick thought to himself about a million ways she could have done it.

He looked up as it really began to rain while she explained herself. Derrick wanted his guitar back, and even he might feel like a tiny bit of a jackass leaving a blind girl to find her cain....a tiny bit. Besides, she had nagged his attention and he wanted to know what she was talking about. Getting out of the rain was also a plus.

Derrick quickly knelt down and snatched up her cain before shoving it into her fingers and yanking his guitar away. Just because he was cooperating didn't mean he had to be nice about it.
"Since you're so special I assume you can just follow me?"
The question was, of course, lined with bitter sarcasm; Derrick's second language. He made his way to a small fast food joint that had a faded sign and barely lit up letters saying 'open'.

[rfracassi]

((OCC: I apologize for the long wait! I've been busy, but I haven't realized how long I've been inactive.))

Ivy was secretly enjoying being an annoyance to this guy. But she was also getting frustrated at what her actions had produced; a teed-off jerk. She strengthed her resolve to get to know him; he was important and she didn't know why.

She knew when he turned away and started walking towards wherever he was going. She focused on his footsteps and how they pitter-patted in the puddles. She also followed the miserable mewing of a cat that seemed to be sticking to him. This confused her, and she couldn't stop herself from asking, "Um...are you by any chance carrying a cat?"