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Post by Max452 on Oct 4, 2009 21:51:07 GMT -8
Julian strolled down Santa Monica Blvd with a bored look on his face. His sunglasses covered most of his bored expression, but nevertheless, it was still eminent. For one whole year, Julian managed to evade the authorities. He even managed to start a new career as a mercenary. However, nothing was promising as of late, except this mysterious call he received a few days ago, informing him that his skills and talents were needed, but when, the caller didn't inform him.
"We'll be in touch." The coded-voice said and that was it.
Normally, Julian wouldn't even consider a job from a mysterious caller, but the man offered something he craved for: a vaccine. Supposedly the caller had the means of finding the genetic solution for his illnes. How he knew, was beyond him, but if the guy was willing to seek him out, then the job and the payout was real.
Sighing, he passed by the small fashion shops and towards his Porsche. His mind absently thought of Sahira, a girl he had met a year ago. They parted ways after their kind was being hunted, but he did think about what had happened to her after their split; she was perhaps the only friend he ever had, well, besides Luke. He got into his car, when he heard some shouts across the street...
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Post by trinn on Oct 4, 2009 22:13:18 GMT -8
California was proving to be much safer than New York. After nearly being taged and baged in the Big Apple, it was time to move on. What better place to go than a state opposite the east coast? Also, California was so warm all the time, a major plus in Sahira's opinion. It was almost like Africa. Almost. Not only was it warm, but boxing was an enjoyed passtime by many. At least, a lot of people seemed to like watching it. She had been able to get another agent and continue her career in boxing. Using a different name, of course. The public eye new her as Katrina Novovich. Sahira sighed, amazed at how fast a year could go by.
Normally on Saturdays, she either trained or hung around her apartment. But she felt like prowling the city today. She thought maybe her subconcious wanted to meet new people, but new people were usually just a nuisance. And even if the people were fun, in the end they all just went away. Lost in her thoughts, she accidently bumped into a passerby. He was a tall man, with long greasy hair and an edgy sort of look. "Watch where you're going lady!" he nearly shouted at her. Sahira looked up at him, unamused.
"Sorry, you're such a skinny thing I didn't even see you." The man, boy really, frowned deeply and raised a fist.
"I'll show you skinny, you crazy-" Lashing out, Sahira grabed the front of his shirt and slammed him against a palm tree.
"Crazy what!" she demanded.
"You're insane! Let me go!" Sahira glared at him.
"Pathetic. I should beat you to a pulp right now!" The guy stared at her, the started shouting.
"Help, help!" Afraid he would draw attention to her, thinking she probably already had done that for herself, Sahira let go of him.
"Next time pick your fights with a little more care." Without giving her a second glance, the punk rushed away, racing down the sidewalk. Straightning her shirt, Sahira berated herself for causing such a scene. Was this what she had come out for? To pick a fight with a no good punk?
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Post by Max452 on Oct 4, 2009 22:21:08 GMT -8
Julian squinted. No...couldn't be... He lifted his glasses up across his head for a better look. "Sahira?" He asked aloud to himself. Well this was just an odd coincidence. He smirked to himself and walked across the street just as she let the punk run off.
"I swear, every time I see you, you're either picking fights or running." He smiled as he teased her.
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Post by trinn on Oct 4, 2009 22:32:11 GMT -8
Tensing as a familiar voice spoke nearby, Sahira turned, half expecting to find an agent. But no, it was Julian, looking better off than when they had parted. She shook her head, unable to hide a smile. "What can I say? I'm a beast." This was such an odd conicedence. To meet here after a year. Placing hands on hips, she studied Julian, still in disbelief. "I'm not going to lie, it's good to see you again. So, how are you? You seem to be taking care of yourself."
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Post by Max452 on Oct 4, 2009 22:59:29 GMT -8
Julian smiled at their hidden joke as people walked on by, eying Sahira rather cautiously after the outburst. "Its good to see you. I've been doing good; living off the vegetation." He grinned. "Does it show?" Gesturing at himself, joking that he lost weight. "How are you? Its a wonder to see you here. I mean, of all places." He gestured towards the sunny environment.
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Post by trinn on Oct 4, 2009 23:15:50 GMT -8
"Good for you." she said, playing along with his joke. "I've been ok. Found another agent, so I'm still boxing." Sahira shrugged. It was nothing spectacular. "Well, California has its charms, number one being lack of certain... hunters." The word "hunters" came out strained, her good mood momentarily vanishing. Sometimes she wanted nothing more than to return to New York and tear those men apart for all that they were doing. Taking a breath, she said, "number two, all this warm air." Feeling suddenly uncomfortable standing in the middle of the sidewalk, Sahira glanced suspiciously at all the passerby. "If you're not in a hurry, maybe we can take this little reunion someplace a little more private. My place isn't too far away."
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Post by Max452 on Oct 4, 2009 23:27:38 GMT -8
"Yes, I've noticed that as well." He agreed with her hunters comment. He heard the drop in her voice, no doubt remembering when they were once hunted. Well, still are, as far as his contacts informed him. Although, Nathan Petrelli wasn't the man behind it this time, in fact, he seemed to have opposed it. Shrugging, Julian didn't have anywhere in particular to go. "Sure, my car's just parked over there." He pointed his gloved hand to his black caymen.
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Post by trinn on Oct 4, 2009 23:39:55 GMT -8
Following his finger, Sahira found the car he was indicating. "Nice car." she said, impressed. "But it'll be just as quick walking. Come on." She gestured for him to follow and set off down the sidewalk. Her place was only a couple blocks away, as she hadn't gotten far in her wandering. In minutes they reached the apartment complex, a cluster of villa-like apartments. Another plus of California, the pay was better. Letting herself in through the main gate, she continued on to her building, number 14. The door unlocked easily, swinging open on silent hinges. Stepping inside, she held the door open for Julian.
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Post by Max452 on Oct 5, 2009 14:21:28 GMT -8
Julian grinned. "It is a nice care isn't it? Well, I can think of a quicker way..." He smirked as he followed her. "Nice place." Julian commented as he spotted the luxury condo she was living in. He gave a low whistle. "I'm guessing boxing is paying off?" He asked as she held out the door for him to walk through. "Speaking of which, I haven't heard any talks about you in the boxing industry...I'm assuming you're going under a new name?" He asked as he inspected the spacious living room. "Not that I was keeping tabs or anything." He added quickly.
"You heard anything?" He asked, referring to the hunt against their kind.
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Post by trinn on Oct 5, 2009 18:22:42 GMT -8
Before closing the door behind Julian, Sahira looked for anything, or anyone, unusual. Finding nothing, she shut the door and walked into the living room. She had a couch, and a lazy-boy. Her flatscreen was hung on the wall opposite the couch. She gestured for Julian to take a seat as she answered his questions. "Well, yes, I had to change my name. I am now Katrina Novovich." She rolled her eyes at the name, sitting down at the left of the sofa. At Julian's next question, Sahira sighed. "As far as I know, their still trying to tag and bag us all. Haven't seen them around here yet though." Sahira grimaced, remembering the fear of being chased by the men in black. "Sometimes I wish they would show up." she said distantly. "I'm tired of hiding."
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Post by Max452 on Oct 5, 2009 21:53:03 GMT -8
"Katrina Novovich?" He thought about the name as he admired her flat screen. "Eh," He scrunched up his face, "naw...I don't think that suites you." He bent down and study the screen. "Is this HD? and do you get cable?" He asked. "I've been thinking about upgrading, but with my profession these days, well...I'm not home much." He tilted his head to the side so he could see how she connected the screen. "I'm thinking a big entertainment screen...maybe two...you know, to watch football games on saturday..." He trailed off when she continued to speak. "Yeah...I heard some rumors about it...and...yeah I'm tired of hiding too..."
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Post by trinn on Oct 5, 2009 22:05:51 GMT -8
"Hd? It might be." Sahira said, fishing out the remote that had fallen between the couch cushions. The TV happened to catch her eye when she had made the purchase, not becuase of HD or suave tech. It had just looked...cool. Pulling the remote up, she tossed it to Julian. "Although I can't say I watch much football." CNN was her favorite channel. Or Fox news. Any news, really. Sahira found it amusing watching Julian inspect her TV. He didn't seem like a TV kinda guy. She wondered idly if he had any other secret hobbies.
Tilting her head, she regarded Julian speculatively. "Sometimes I just want to go back to New York, make my presence known. All those little government agents would come running. This time, though. I'd be ready." Her eyes glinted savagely at the thought. Of course, to be affective in a fight against them, she would have to shift. Her beastial form scared her. It was hard to keep human in that form, to remain a civilized being. In that form, she felt indestructible. "I wouldn't mind doign a little tagging and bagging of my own."
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Post by Max452 on Oct 5, 2009 22:28:33 GMT -8
Julian glanced up when he heard Sahira toss something to him. Catching the remote he turned on the tv. "Yeah, I suppose its a guy thing...but the Food Network is pretty good too...gotta love "who wants to be the next food network star...i swear, i could whip the floor with them, ha!" He smirked absently. He flipped through the channels as he backed up and allowed himself a more appropriate view. He nearly collided with the couch. He gave her a sheepish smile as he sat down on it, paying more attention to it then to her.
Julian turned the television off when Sahira began to talk more seriously. He pressed his lips together and stared as the remote in his hands. "I would love to do that...make them feel the fear; I'm tired of running, tired of being an insect." He tossed the remote aside. "Its time we move up the food chain." He said, his eyes distant, calculative. "But how?" He wondered out loud and then clicked his tongue, "eh, I could just pop into the White House, absorb the President...that'll send a message...No...that'll be too dramatic." He scratched his head, deep in thought. "there's gotta be something we can do to make them see us." He turned and looked up at Sahira, wondering if his idle thinking was inappropriate. "Well, its all wishful thinking...probably cause more damage than good. I'm probably one of the reasons why the Senate is asking for a Bill to place us all in concentration camps..." He blabbed.
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Post by trinn on Oct 5, 2009 22:44:18 GMT -8
Really, he liked the Food Network? Sahira cleared her throat in an attempt not to laugh, but found it nearly impossible when he clumsily hit the couch. Stifling the laugh that threatened to emerge, she propped her head up on a clenched fist. There was a moments comfortable silence as he flipped through channels. It was short lived though, Julian flipping it off at her somber comments.
At the mention of absorbing the president, Sahira absently rubbed her throat. She recalled how it felt when Julian had touched her skin that once, how it felt to be "absorbed". An experience that had almsot cost her her life. Personally, she wasn't sure it was the president behind the ability control, as she called it. At his last comment, she looked at him sternly. "Some of us can't control our powers, Julian. We can't control what we need to survive. Instead of caging us, they should be trying to help us. Their fear is turning us into monsters." She grimaced, thinking the term monster more appropriate for herself. "Anyway, going on a rampage probably isn't the best idea, even if it'd be a heck of a lot better than sitting here."
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Post by Max452 on Oct 5, 2009 23:07:30 GMT -8
"Hey, don't get mad at me. I'm not the one who's releasing the Bill. There's some hot shot Congressman that's asking for it." He shifted in his seat. "Fear is a strong motivator." He whispered, glancing at his gloved hands. He scoffed. "Is it our fault that God chose us to evolve into something more?" He glanced up at her. "They can't fight evolution forever, Sahira. We're gonna have to fight if we want them to listen to us; I'm not going to sit around and wait for them to change."
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Post by trinn on Oct 5, 2009 23:25:14 GMT -8
In the past, Sahira had a line of good and wrong. That line used to be crystal clear. Now, it was getting more twisted every day. Killing was wrong, in general. But in a war it was unavoidable. And wasn't that what was brewing? A war between people with abilities and those who feared them. Sahira would fight to keep her freedom. Julian was right. Nobody was going to be changing their minds any time soon. It was up for people like her and Julian to stand and fight for that change. Easier said than done. Searching Julian's eyes, she wondered how much more passionate he felt about the situation. Her gaze fell to his gloved hands, and she was sorry for him, sad he couldn't have any sort of close contact. That could only make the situation worse. "If you're not going to sit around, neither am I." Sahira looked up, her gaze firm. "I'd give up this cozy little life to fight."
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Post by Max452 on Oct 5, 2009 23:39:01 GMT -8
Julian smirked. "Really? HDTV and all?" He gave her a genuine smile and then sighed, not wanting to face reality, just yet. Besides, mercenary business and the world could wait one more day; why not feel remotely normal for once, even though it was overrated... "Well, we'll sit around a little longer. I'm hungry and I feel like cooking!" He said and slapped the couch as he got up. "What'd you got in the kitchen? Or do I have to make a quick trip to my loft?" He asked as he headed over to the kitchen.
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Post by trinn on Oct 5, 2009 23:54:41 GMT -8
It took a moment for Sahira to adjust to the change in subject. She was still in a brooding sort of mood, still restless. However, realizing that Julian was actually going to cook broke through her dark mood. She watched Julian walk away to the kitchen with raised eyebrows. "Uh, bread, meat, some greens." she said, still trying to process the image of Julian cooking. Getting up, she went to the kitchen and watched him poke around. "I actually just made a trip to the grocery lastnight, so I should be pretty well-stocked." Although, most of it was carbohydrates and protien. She was a boxer, after all. "What did you have in mind?" she asked. "As I remember, you did say you could beat all those chums on the food network, so I'm expecting something spectacular."
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Post by Max452 on Oct 6, 2009 0:25:13 GMT -8
Julian poked his head inside the fridge and freezer. "Is this what you call well-stocked?" He pulled out some chicken and cheese. He fumbled over to the pantry and grabbed out some tortilla bread and salsa. Then he went back to the fridge and got out some peppers, tomatoes, onion, and other green veggies. "I did! and I shall!" Julian smiled as he pulled off his gloves. He placed them to the side of the counter and then rolled up his sleeves. "All right, I'm thinking an enchilada casserole with vegetables on the side." He went to wash his hands and then he rummaged through her kitchen again for the necessary equipment.
"All right. You just sit right over there and I'll get dinner up and running in no time." He began to chop the vegetables after popping the chicken in the microwave to defrost.
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Post by trinn on Oct 6, 2009 0:39:31 GMT -8
At the sight of Julian's bare hands, Sahira grew a little uneasy. Immediately she regretted the feeling. He wasn't going to turn on her. Pulling out a barstool, Sahira sat down and watched Julian work, facinated. He worked with a steady ease, moving about in a practiced sort of way. While he was chopping the veggies, she let her gaze linger on his arms, checking for any metalic glints. Finding none, she found herself wondering if he worked out. His arms seemed toned, strong... What are you thinking! she screamed at herself. Tearing her gaze away. Embarassed, she settled on staring at the microwave. "Smells good." she said.
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