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Post by casey on Dec 28, 2008 0:04:58 GMT -5
Just once Casey would like an easy mission. Wait, scratch that, he'd gotten one recently: fetching a small girl child with willing, half-informed parents. He just wanted an easy one at the moment.
Okay, he was just whining.
Sighing, he rubbed the bridge of his nose, digging into his pocket. He brought out a portable device and looked at the screen. Fingers danced across small keys, bringing up information.
"In St. Louis somewhere," he muttered, rolling his eyes. He shoved the device into his pocket, leaving his hand there. "Thanks for the amazing information, Academy."
That's what they'd given him. A supernatural roaming St. Louis somewhere, probably posing as a homeless person. Because it was so easy to find a homeless person in a giant city.
"Well, failures aren't that bad," he murmured. His eyes roamed the streets again, as if he expected the special homeless person to leap out, arms waving. That would certainly be nice...
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Post by tawny on Dec 28, 2008 0:40:51 GMT -5
Maybe she wasn't the Gifted homeless person Casey was looking for, but she was Gifted, and she was leaping around waving her arms.
A few days ago, she had seen The Sound of Music for the first time, and she quickly decided that it was her most favorite-est movie ever! Now, in the middle of St. Louis, she was reenacting her favorite song.
"How d'you solve a problem...like...Ma-ria? How d'you catch a...cloud...and pin it dowwwwnnnn!" She sung cheerily, at the top of her lungs, twirling about the crowds with her arms outstretched.
A few people pointed at her and muttered words under their breath, but she paid them no mind. City-folk always did that. Maybe it was a game they liked playing?
"How do you, find a word, that means Ma-riiii-aaaa!" Her favorite part was coming up, and she couldn't help but grin in anticipation. But...what was it again? The word, it started with an "f!" It was really fun to say, but...really hard to remember![/size][/font]
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Post by casey on Dec 30, 2008 22:40:34 GMT -5
Wait, was someone, singing? It sounded vaguely familiar to Casey. Like he'd heard something like that before...
Mary Poppins?
Certainly sounded like something from that movie. Or at least something Julie Andrews. Enough to get Casey's attention. He looked up from his gadgets and away from his search, watching the twirling girl.
"Well, she certainly acts like a homeless person," muttered Casey. He watched as Tawny launched into the chorus, raising his eyebrows. Clearly this girl was a couple of sandwiches short of a picnic. But... that's often how some people acted and looked before they learned to control their Gift. Curious, Casey walked forward. As he did, he slid his hand into his pocket, quickly texting his superiors.
"Hey! Girl!" he called, waving. Fortunately he looked like a cheerful middle-aged guy. People always reacted better to middle-aged people, and Casey felt uncomfortable as a woman. "Isn't that from Mary Poppins?"
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Post by tawny on Dec 31, 2008 0:40:46 GMT -5
"A f...a...fffff..." Tawny knitted her brows in concentration, trying her very hardest to remember what, exactly, her favorite word was again. When Casey waved to her, she smiled back at him, but not because she was being waved at.
"A FLIBBBIBBBBY-BBIP![/i]" She exclaimed triumphantly, pointing at him to let him know she saw him. "A flibby...a flibbity-gibbit." She mused to herself, nodding as she performed a sloppy pirouette.
"A willowy-wisp! A clown!" She skipped over to Casey, and waved at him in greeting. Her hand was much too close to his face for comfort, but Tawny didn't know that waving was meant to be done a certain distance apart.
"HI! Is from Sound of Music! What's Merry Pop-ins?"[/font][/size][/color]
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Post by casey on Dec 31, 2008 10:29:36 GMT -5
Either the girl was "special" or "Gifted;" either way, Casey could hardly leave her to wander the streets by herself. Yeah, he wasn't supposed to be helping out strange girls in the streets, but he just couldn't abandon her.
He blinked at the hand, but managed a smile anyway. Not like the girl knew the difference, after all. Besides, Casey was used to Scythe. Crazy-happy girls were nothing compared to crazy-deadly dragons.
"Flibbety-gibbet?" he repeated. He stifled a chuckle, wondering what that had come from. It sounded vaguely familiar. No matter.
"Sound of Music?" Casey snapped his fingers, then rubbed his chin. "Knew it was Julie Andrews. Just got my films crossed."
He nodded, taking the opportunity to scan Tawny. She certainly didn't look harmful, but you never knew.
"Mary Poppins is a movie about a nanny who comes to take care of children," he explained, "it stars the same woman who plays Maria."
He nodded again. Who is this?
"Oh, how rude of me, I'm Sonny Malone," he extended a hand, smiling. "What's your name?"
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Post by tawny on Jan 7, 2009 17:56:50 GMT -5
"Taawny." The eccentric brunnete replied, taking his hand and swinging it from left-to-right instead of up and down, arcing it up as high as she could. Why did everyone shake hands all up-and-down always, anyway? Didn't they get bored of it?
"Sonny! Sunny?" She repeated his given name a few times, giggling. What a funny name he had! One was like what you called a little boy, and the other was like what the sky was sometimes!
"One...which one?" She let go of his hand and skipped backward, nearly knocking over a woman carring paper grocery bags that were higher than her head. "Liiike..." She held one hand above the ground, at a height she thought appropriate for people who would be called 'Sonny.' "OR!" She held up one hand as if to say 'wait, I'm not done yet!' "Liiike..." She threw her hands up to the sky in a flourish.
"FWAA!"
She moved her arms in a way that would be similar to the sun coming out from behind the clouds. And then wiggled her fingers.
"Shine shine!"[/size][/font]
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Post by casey on Jan 7, 2009 19:50:16 GMT -5
Side-to-side shake. Okay, that was something that Casey could deal with. He'd had stranger reactions to the extended hand. Side shaking beat the hell out of having a glob hocked into the extended palm to be vigorously slapped.
Her pantomime threw him off, and he quickly deduced a few simple facts.
1) She was eccentric, at the least.
2) She had entirely too much energy.
3) He should have picked a different name.
"The first one, I believe," Casey nodded, "though it's been some time since I was that small."
He smiled broadly then, falling into the part of "Grandfather with too much patience and charity."
"And what's your name, girl?" asked Casey, tactfully leaving off the "little." Something about Tawny indicated that being called little would be somewhat offensive to her. And Casey couldn't afford to offend someone at the moment.
"Are you allowed to walk around by yourself?"
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Post by tawny on Jan 7, 2009 21:02:48 GMT -5
"Taaawny!" She repeated again, expressing her annoyance at 'Sonny's' poor memory with a pout. She wouldn't be mad at him, though; Jeremy told her that old people forgot everything, and he was definitely old. Older than her, anyway.
But maybe she could fix his head?
She skip-hopped forward and lightly rapped the unsuspecting man on the head. She saw Daddy do that with one of his watches one time, when it stopped telling the right time. It should work on people, too!
"All better!" She proclaimed, so certain that she had fixed her new friend's poor memory. She thought for a moment that she should become a doctor.
"I not supposed, nooo! Daddy don't like me outside! So I sneak! He doesn't know. It's a seeecret!" Tawny informed as she performed an improvised medicine-dance around 'Sonny' for good luck. She didn't remember where she heard it, but she knew from somewhere, that dancing made good things happen. "Jeremy says no tell you!"[/font][/size]
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Post by casey on Jan 10, 2009 23:04:56 GMT -5
Right, Tawny. She'd said that already, hadn't she? Casey's mind must be going, and that was never a good thing. Maybe she was rubbing off on him or something. Or he was just tired. Certainly needed a break, but that had little to do with this.
When Tawny hit her head, Casey jerked his head up, staring at Tawny and blinking. Then she started dancing.
"Wait, you're not supposed to be outside?" repeated Casey. He fought from having his jaw drop. That was one of the signs he was trained to look for. Signs of a paranoid parent dealing with a Gifted. Then again, he often ran into normal people who had overprotective parents.
"Uh, is there a reason daddy says not to wander outside?" asked Casey. He tried to smile at her, reassure her. "Wait a moment!" Casey blinked. "Who's Jeremy?"
Just how crazy was this girl? Or was she just... really, really special?
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Post by tawny on Jan 11, 2009 17:47:11 GMT -5
(Hit his head, actually, but whatever you want.)
"Nope nope! No 'llowed!" She stopped her dancing abruptly to circle Casey thoughtfully, occasionally nodding her head and 'hmm'-ing. She brushed her hands off on her dress with one last approving nod, before proclaiming, once again, that he was "All better!"
"Iunno why no 'llowed!" She huffed, hands on her hips. " Got in troooouuuble? Iunno!"
There were a lot of reasons why Tawny wasn't allowed outside. Apparently she saw and heard things, or at least, she insisted she did. Her father decided that she was safer, and everyone else was safer, with her behind closed doors. And that way, it wouldn't dent his shiny reputation. Most people didn't even know he had a daughter, and god forbid he was seen with her out, he'd explain he was watching the neighbor's girl, out of the goodness of his heart.
She remembered when he got mad at her. She remembered when she wasn't allowed to go out anymore, not unless he was supervising her, which was only once a month. But why? She hadn't the slightest. She never understood that she was doing anything wrong...
"Jeremy's my best frieennd! He's over there!" She told Casey, pointing at an empty space beside him. "Say hi to my new friend, Jeremy!"[/font][/size]
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Post by casey on Jan 11, 2009 22:43:35 GMT -5
OoC: meant it to be "his" I think I was posting with Morgan prior to writing that post, and I got my pronouns mixed up ><
The more Tawny spoke, the more convinced Casey was that she did not have the intellect her appearance would suggest. Which again added to the possibility that she might, in fact, be a Gifted. It was a shame they didn't have a device constructed to test something like that easily.
"Well, I'm sure your father knows what's best for you," hazarded Casey. Doubt lingered behind his eyes, and he had the sudden urge to make certain this girl was safe. Clearly she was in a bad situation, or at least a highly unusual one. Even if the Academy couldn't help, they could probably find someone that could.
"Best friend?" repeated Casey. He then turned, wondering if someone was standing beside him and he didn't notice it. For some reason, Casey was convinced that the crazy girl was, in fact, right, and that he, the sane Agent, was, in fact, wrong. So he studied the empty space for several seconds, trying to find "Jeremy."
"I see," Casey finally said, turning again. "Tawny, do other people see Jeremy?"
Either this was an imaginary friend, which would be odd, as Tawny looked too old for such things; an alternate personality; or Tawny truly did see something unusual. Casey wasn't ready to discount any of them, and each one could be a tell-tale sign.
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Post by tawny on Mar 9, 2009 22:54:29 GMT -5
Tawny entertained herself by humming and walking in circles, placing one foot carefully in front of the other, so the lines she walked were as straight as possible. She was having great fun with her new game, giggling as she knocked her feet together and nearly caused herself to tumble to the ground, when Casey asked her a question.
"Yup! Best friend!" She repeated insistently, putting her hands on her hips once more and giving Casey a stern, scolding look. Once she was satisfied that she had 'scolded' Casey enough, she cheerily returned to her game, but his final words made her stop again.
"Um..." She scratched her chin thoughtfully like she'd seen in a movie once, pondering the answer to his question. She never realized that Jeremy might be invisible, but now that he suggested it, it made a lot of sense. Daddy and her teachers yelled at her when she talked about Jeremy, and her classmates didn't seem to like it, either. She just assumed they didn't like him for some reason, so they were playing a mean pretend-he's-not-there-game so he'd be more upset!
She nearly answered with a 'no,' but she remembered that Casey just said 'I see,' and she took the most literal meaning possible. Beaming, she pointed at him, and proclaimed, "You do!"[/size][/font]
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Post by casey on Mar 12, 2009 16:40:12 GMT -5
This child certainly needed help, but Casey still hadn't determined what kind, exactly. Doubtless the Academy could do something for her, and if she really had something, then that was the best place. But right now it almost looked as if Tawny were more crazy then Gifted.
"Is Jeremy here somewhere?" asked Casey, looking around. Maybe there actually was an invisible person around named Jeremy. Tawny's Gift might have something to do with seeing through illusions, or other people's Gifts. Casey hadn't exactly heard of something like that, but that didn't mean it wasn't a possibility.
"Wait, Jeremy is supposed to be..." Casey looked around, then waved near him, "here, somewhere, right? Tawny, I don't see anyone here..."
Maybe she was just a normal crazy person? Why couldn't this ever be easy?
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