Fancy a bit of Bafflegab?| Raph

[Deidra McKay]

Okay. What do you do when you mix a sixteen year old headcase with the temptation of music and the ability to creature illusions? You get one very very tricky little girl named Deidra, that's what. After mouthing off to her mother one too many times Deidra had been grounded. Nothing but going to school and coming home, which, the girl was definitely not excited about. She was a very transient person and being stuck in one place for too long made her itchy and impatient. She didn't do well with one place for any length of time.

She had slipped by her mother easily enough, her siblings just barely. The girl simply threw on jeans, a red shirt and a black jacket and headed out. Deidra was just planning on going to the club district and dance for a while really. It was fun, and not dangerous. She rode her bike there, quickly so that she wouldn't be cold for too long. Inside the club was toasty from the crowd, filled with laughter, chatter, good music, and enough perfume to make a french whore jealous.

Once there she ordered a can of sprite and scoped the tables. There weren't any that were empty. Inf act, most were chock full of people. But finally she spotted a table with a lone occupant. People always tell you not to talk to strangers, but if you didn't then how would you make new friends! She giggled to herself as she made her way over to the blonde that was sitting there. He was alone, which was kind of sad considering how many people were there. I'll just have to fix that. Deidra slid into the booth across from him with a smile on her face.

" Heya there. You looked rather lonely here all by yourself!"

[Raphael Jenkins]

He’d only been sitting alone because he preferred it that way. It was hard to people watch if you were actively engaged in conversation or dancing. So he’d retreated to a corner with a water and watched. It had provided several hours of amusement so far, and looked to provide more. There was something about drunk people that just amused the crap out of him. On the rare occasions he let himself drink, he knew he was silly as well. It pretty much just came with the territory.

His casual attitude towards the nights activities was born out by his choice of clothing, A dark Affliction shirt and dark jeans, boots instead of sneakers tonight. Normally he liked to go barefoot, but it was simply to cold right now. So he gave in to common sense and wore clothing that would keep him warm. He didn’t like it, but being sick would suck more, so what else was one to do?

The girl had caught his eye when she entered, looking entirely to young to be out and in this club. Dark eyes had tracked her progress and shifted back down to the table when she approached. This one was going to be trouble, he just knew it. Like himself, there was just something about her that screamed it. A low sigh filled the air as she neared him and he pulled on his happy face. So much for being alone.

”Hard to be lonely when you want to be alone. But what are you doing out and about, little one? Surely you are to young to be in here.” He wasn’t feeling particularly social, which explained his attitude as he answered. However, if she kept at it, he’d likely drop the attitude and be more friendly. For the moment however, he just smirked at her and waited for an answer.

[Deidra McKay]

Little One. Aww, she didn't even know him and he already had a nickname for her. Of course, she was a rather short person so little one could just be a general term of endearment. The girl wasn't quite sure. The booth felt a little happy to her, sort of like it loved its job. But she wouldn't say any such thing...for now. The grin on her face didn't move as she looked around for a moment. Why would he want to be alone anyway? Why would anyone want to be alone?

" Me? I'm chillin. Being grounded doesn't suit my taste. So...." She shrugged. The girl looked around at the people, watching the ebb and flow across the floor. In fact, she noticed that the guy seemed to be doing something quite similar. Was he also a people watcher? People were suuuch interesting creatures.

" I'm Deidra by the way." She spouted as as she looked back at him, taking her eyes off the glitter of people. She twirled a ringlet and took a sip of her Sprite, her attention span no longer than a fish.....or maybe a fruit fly. After rolling her eyes again she began to talk in her incessant babble talk.

" Some of these silly people aught not to be so arse over elbows. I mean really! They're so fray-brained, it's hilarious. I forgot how much fun people are!" The illusionist giggled and lay her head on the table for a moment before she looked up through wide eyes. She was definitely a bit crazy and even though she didn't realize it her quick movements and random actions and comments made other people uncomfortable around her. It wasn't her fault, she was just........ herself.

" So anyway, who are you?"

[Raphael Jenkins]

He gave a small laugh as she explained that she was sneaking out. It sounded like something he would have done when he was younger. He wondered what she was grounded for, and if she'd done this a lot. There was something about her that amused and delighted him, so he decided to play along for a bit and forget about wanting to be alone for a while.

She was cute, in an odd way. She reminded him of a three year old that was hyped up on pixie sticks. It was rather adorable, and he found himself wanting to watch her do a grown up version of bouncing off the walls. It would be vastly entertaining. She offered her name and he nodded, about to give his when she began speaking again.

She was so damn cute, Raphael wanted to bottle her. He couldn't deny that she was correct. A lot of people were pretty fray-brained. But that's what made them interesting to watch. They all reacted differently to the same stimuli. It really was a fascinating study. "You are adorable, Deidra. I'm Raphael. It's nice to meet you sweetheart."

"I used to sneak out all the time when I would get grounded myself, I totally understand that. What did you get busted for?"

[Deidra McKay]

Adorable! She shivered from all the excited energy floating around her. The young teen couldn't help but be a little hyper...actually, a lot of hyper, all the time. It was how she was. The girl smiled and let thoughts bounce around in her noggin as Raphael spoke. Suc a loooong name! She thought. Of cours anyhing more than one syllable was long for her. If a name could be shortened down, Deidra would do it, or she would make something up and hat prson would be scuk ih a possibly unanted nickname for as long as the illusionist knew them.

" Raph!" She exclaimed, her thoughts becoming spoken even thought Raph was right there. There wasn't a filter on her, so everything she thought usually became spoken if she could get it out fast enough.

" Oh, I was being mouthy. I think. Not sure really. People tell me all the time I'm a mouthy little thing, but I ignore that and keep talking because people are fun to atch and they make weird faces when I talk. It's not if is I talk tht weird anyway. I've always been like this so I don't know what's up with them." She shrugged as she fnished talking, taking in a breath of air as if she were about to dive into another topic of conversation. But someone walked past her in a glittering dress and her attention was stolen away, back on the people all walking all over and he bright, colorful lights that swirld around the room.

[Raphael Jenkins]

Deidra was a veritable magpie. She talked and talked, without a pause or a breath, at least, until something glittery and bright walked by. Raphael wanted to laugh, she was just as cute as could be. She'd shortened his name, not that he minded, it was what a lot of people called him when they wanted to get his attention. He would have to come up with some way to shorten her name, although several jumped immediately to mind. She deserved something unusual, and ya know, magpie just might be a good name for her.

"People are fun to watch, Magpie. As for being mouthy, I can imagine you are quite the handful. How old are you anyway?" He hadn't missed the fact that she'd not divulged that information when he'd inquired previously. She was so entertaining to watch, that he really wasn't even sure he wanted to talk. Raphael would be perfectly content to sit and watch her watch others all night. Not a popular sport he would imagine, but it would amuse him greatly.

"Are you special, little Magpie?" It was a way of asking what shouldn't be asked. But honestly, once those things were established, topics of conversation were opened or shut down, and it would at least give him something to think about while the time ticked off the clock. Raphael took another long drink of his beer, letting the dark brew swirl down his throat and settle in his stomach along with the sandwich from earlier. He placed the bottle on the table and picked at the label while letting his eyes drift over the crowd.