Thread: Heroes: Emergent (IC)

Beatrix Davies 1131 AM London, England GOD! this balmy little git gets my knickers in SUCH a twist, Beatrix thought to herself as Mr. Thompson droned on and on and on about punctuality, responsibility, respect and self improvement. She could SWEAR he himself was only half paying attention to the words spewing from his mouth and would NOT allow herself to imagine what disgusting thoughts were playing through his dirty little piggy mind of his. Still, she endured it all knowing what was at stake. Sure, Community Service was bloody boring when it wasn't terrifically humiliating, but getting sent onto real prison... THAT wasn't anything she wanted to endure. So she let the ghastly man lord his power over her and suffered his slimy, leering gazes just wanting to put her time in and get out as quickly as possible. Then God himself decided to send her a great gift in the form of a ruggely handsome bloke with a strong chin, I've always liked that in a fellow , and short cropped brown hair. The moment her eyes fell upon Daniel she felt that magnetic pull that made it impossible to look away. It wasn't JUST that he was GORGEOUS, which he was, there was just something... Powerful, commanding, electric and dreamy about him that drew her eyes like a moth to a flame. Whoa, girl! Can't just jump his bones right in front of Mr. T here... , she chided herself as her heart skipped a beat and she felt her face flush. Just as Beatrix was about to get all self conscious about being in the hideous orange jumpsuit when she heard the words coming out of Daniel's perfect lips... served really... she thought to herself KEENLY interested in what sort of trouble Mr. Thompson had gotten himself into. Mr. Thompson.. Gov'nah.., she said pouring on the Cockney accent. Shouldn't we be hospitable and offer your guest a cup ah? she asked as she stood then gave Mr. T and Daniel a little curtsey full of fake gentility and sarcasm as she deliberately misconstrued the situation. She took a few steps towards the door and when she was close enough to Daniel she put a hand on his shoulder and said, Take m'seat, love, be back in a minute. Before she passed him, she gave him a saucy and conspiratorial wink, begging him with her eyes to play along with her play and extend the drama of the moment. With the state Mr. Thompson was in things could get VERY interesting, VERY fast... With the right kind of push... Elizabeth Gordon 115 PM LA, USA 3PM, New York City Elizabeth Gordon wrapped up a luncheon meeting and went out to the waiting black towncar. She idly flipped through her emails, catching up on anything she missed during the meal. She'd a hard and fast rule in business, and life really, Always be Present. Sometimes it could be hard, but she'd found the more she focused on the current moment the more open she was to the flashes of insight and inspiration that served her so well in the past. What others might call hunches or the guidance of guardian angels, Elizabeth had come to think of in more Jeffersonian terms. Her praeternatural 'luck' was directly due to how hard she worked to prepare herself to act when opportunity knocked. Her results were directly corelated to her clarity of purpose and quality of mind and body... Speaking of... Elizabeth thought to herself as she had the impulse to glance at her schedule. She had a few hours free and suddenly the ocean was calling to her. Jimmy, change of plans... Take me to the beach house, I want to hit the Zeros with the tide... she explained conversationally. She sent out a few emails and worked on her laptop during the hour long drive, wrapping things up as Jimmy pulled into her Malibu house's driveway. Nodding at the back after stepping out of the car, she tacitly asked Jimmy to bring her things in for her as she made her way up to the bedroom to shower and change into her cute new bikini and her wetsuit. A little later she was on the ocean as the swell coursed around, catching them at just the right moment to draw from them a truly sweet ride. Elizabeth learned she enjoyed this time alone, simply being in the moment, doing nothing important, just relying on her intuition and balance. ... Wish you could see me now... she thought to herself as her thoughts traveled back in time to when she sat on the beach, squinting as she watched him ride the waves like he was Venus as a boy... The spray that hit her face washed away the tear that rolled down her cheek snapping her out of her heartbroken reverie and bringing her back into the present. As the sun set, she paddled back into shore and peeled off her wet suit to allow herself to luxuriate in that last rays of the day's sun. All in all, it was a good day.