Gone Fishin' {open}

[Tim Lyne]

Tim had discovered a new hobby, one that pretended to be daring and hard work and all kinds of difficult, one that produced manly attire and spoke of spending hours in the outdoors, one that resulted in killing animals and bringing home their flesh for the womenfolk to clean and cook, but best of all: one that involved little to no actual work. Yes, fishing, for in fishing, or at least in Tim's version of it, you sat on the shore of a large body of water, say, a lake, and cast your line out into the water. whenever it bobbed, you had the option of pulling back and attempting to catch whatever was in there.

Like now, for example. Tim leaned forward, grabbing onto his pole, a fairly nice one that he'd picked up from a local store, and began reeling it in. He had to admit, this part was kind of fun too, though a bit of work. It took him some time, but eventually he was pulling the fish off the hook and dropping it into a cooler he'd sat beside him, where the flopping animal nestled next to some ice and a few drinks.

Tim stood up, yawned, and began thrashing his pole back and forth a few times. Up, down, and then...

It stopped. Tim tried pulling it forward, tried pulling on it with both hands. Even tried reaching up and pulling at the line itself. Nothing. Zippo. Nadda.

"Well, this sucks," he said, taking a step back and staring at the pole. "What am I supposed to do now?"

[Shiloh Brooks]

Shiloh had taken a break from her studying, she had been driving around Pilot Ridge trying to figure out where she wanted to spend some time to give her mind a break. She finally decided on the Lake, it was quiet, serene and beautiful. The most perfect place she could think of for a quick study break.

After pulling into the parking lot of the Lake, Shiloh got out, and made her way over to the Lake. That's when she noticed the man struggling with his fishing pole. She couldn't help but laugh to herself as she watched him struggle.

Flipping her long black hair, Shiloh's blue eyes focused on the man as she made her way over to him. "Having a hard time?" Shiloh spoke, her voice drenched in sweetness. That's when her eyes fell on the fish flopping around next to the man. "You know you should kill them if you don't plan on releasing them?" She spoke as-matter-of-factly, "You're actually making it suffer a really slow death by suffocating it. The least you can do for it is bludgeon it so it dies quickly."

Looking the man over, she couldn't help but find him very attractive. Whether he was a meta or not, she could never tell in this town, but to Shiloh it didn't really matter. She was a man eater, and usually had her fun and way with the men she wanted.

She gave the man one of her beautiful smiles, and flipped her hair, "Did you need help?" Shiloh purred. She didn't find a need to use her power on this man. Not yet at least. She would probably, if things didn't go her way. And things ALWAYS went Shiloh's way.

[Tim Lyne]

The buzzing was the first sign. Tim almost reflexively pointed at the woman as she walked up, having that nearly irrepressible urge to call "meta." Too many years of doing that for a job, really. But after that, his next reaction was pretty much what's affectionately known as an "eye-f**k." Yes, Tim stared at the very pretty brunette who was standing there lecturing him on his treatment of fishes.

"It just got a lot harder," he said. Grinning, he shoved his hands in his pockets, blatantly ignoring the fish flopping about. "I put 'em in a cooler. That's where fish go to die or something, right? Though I hadn't really gotten to the 'what I'm doing with them' point yet. The game's almost as much fun as the catch."

Another wink, like she couldn't already tell that. Tim didn't need super powers to tell that she was noticing him as much as he was noticing her. This could end very well, and not at all like Tim had expected. Considering that the highest expectation he had was a drunken walk home, well...

"I'm sure there are several things you can help with," offered Tim. He pointed, "But right now, my rod's stuck. It's kinda hard to deal with on my own, so if you've got a talent for dealing with rods, well, maybe you could give me some advice or a helping hand."

[Shiloh Brooks]

Shiloh couldn't help but stand there with a small smirk on her face, as the older man spoke to her. She had to stop herself from breaking out into giggles, when he threw so many sexual innuendos at her. She knew she wasn't the only one finding the other person attractive. Shiloh had been eye f**ked most of her life, so she was used to men starring at her like this man was.

The raven haired girl rolled her blue eyes when the man spoke of things getting harder for him, and she walked over to the fish. As she crouched down, she heard the man speak about not knowing what to do with the fish. Shiloh picked up the fish by it's tail, and threw it back into the lake. She knew it appeared dead when she picked it up, but it would catch it's second wind.

Standing up now, Shiloh wiped her hands onto her pants, and watched the fish float on the water for a few seconds before catching it's second wind, and swimming under where she could no longer see it.

Shiloh smiled at the man when he began to talk about how the game was as fun as the catch, and she knew exactly what he was talking about. 'So he likes to play games...' Shiloh thought to herself, and smirked. She liked playing games too, but liked being the one chased not chasing. It didn't take much for her to get chased, all she had to do was release a sweet smell and he would be all over her. But she decided against it. She was having a little bit of fun with this man, and didn't want him to become a drone to her pheromones.

"I can help you with your rod..." Shiloh said, as she made her way closer to the man. Her hand placed onto his rod, she smiled at the man. "So should I just... Move it around? Try to get it out?" She couldn't help the sneaky smirk that crawled onto her face, "Jerk it around?"

[Tim Lyne]

Okay, so this girl was totally into it, and totally into Tim. Awesome. Though a thinking person, especially a male with brains, might begin to wonder why a hot girl was roaming around near the lake without a swimsuit and bothering guys who were clearly fishing. Because Tim (and Fate) was convinced that fishing was about as unappealing a hobby as a person could possibly have.

"I'm sure you could,' said Tim, nodding. "But you can't just jerk it about randomly. A true expert knows that you have to tug it just right. Might even have to work it a bit," Tim sighed, looking back up at the pole. While the flirting was definitely fun, he also really, really wanted to get his pole back. It was a good pole.

"Yes, it definitely needs to get out," he said, pointing. "The poor thing hasn't even really gotten all that wet yet. It's just up there, all lonesome."

Tim sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets and moving about, trying to figure out just how exactly the line had gotten tangled. Maybe he could do something masculine like use that sharp thing in the tacklebox he'd totally borrowed bought for his new hobby. Plus, there were things...

"Now, my rod handling skills are quite good," said Tim. He nodded. "Though I usually let others do that for me, I am a master baiter."

More nodding. At this point, Tim was willing to see just how many sexual innuendos he could pull out of this one instance. There had to be some kind of record to shoot for here.