Thread Roulette: Bad (Rhett, Jordan)

[Rhett Goddard]

At Jordan's agreement on the deal, Rhett let it out immediately, with no fear or hesitation.

"It's ESP. Extrasensory Perception. Look it up." He nodded and positioned himself to start the race.

As the 'go' strick his ears, Rhett immediately sprung forward. He remembered the first time he learned parkour, it was not long after being 'adopted' but the pickpocketeers gang back in France. They were all just a bunch of kids not that much older than Rhett is now and they all had learned and modified the art to their needs. 'Needs' being equal to getting out of the crime scene as fast as they could in case things didn't go as planned, which didn't happen frequently. However, the risk of failing in plan B, parkour escape, led them all to practice it daily.

And such, in this case, Rhett had the upper hand, or so he was thinking anyway.

Reduce speed in this corner. Good. Two people in the way, left path is promising. Good. That's the exit. Jump the steps out, knees bent. Good landing. I could take a shortcut through the grass, but these tennis aren't adequate. Path it is. More people... Dodged. Hey, I've seen that girl before... Oh right. That's the cafeteria up ahead, Jordan hasn't passed me. Or he's invisible. I'm winning either way. No more people in front, just one last quick burst. Come'on, come'on...

[Jordan Scholl]

ESP, ESP... Somewhere Jordan knew he'd heard something about this before. It was all about perception, though, and that was something he knew. His uncle's power was related to how he perceived things. But that wasn't where he'd heard it before...

Then he remembered. ESP was sometimes described as a magic trick, some way to know things without having any real way of knowing. It was a mental perception. Extrasensory, not using the senses.

And it wasn't something you could turn off. If you had a power, or any sort of ability whether you were born to it or trained, it was going to affect how you did things. Jordan could turn his power off (or at least it wasn't on all the time), so it wouldn't affect anything much. But it was a little late to argue.

Gritting his teeth, Jordan decided instead to just focus on maintaining his strategy and hoping that maybe he would have some sort of advantage at the last minute. At least he was wearing his running shoes.

As soon as the race began, Jordan knew he was outmatched. This guy obviously had a talent for getting around the place, and it left Jordan trailing. He'd meant to stay behind, but even so, it was a challenge just trying to stay within sprinting distance. It was brilliant the way the guy managed to slip through spaces and maneuver around corners. If the guy didn't seem so untrustworthy, Jordan would ask him to teach him how to do that.

Still, despite the obvious advantage of Rhett, Jordan was still not too far behind when they got up to the cafeteria. He was desperate at this point, knowing that there were a multitude of things that could go wrong should he lose this race. This anxiety spurred him onward toward the door, and he gave up looking up to see if he was catching up to the other guy. When he threw himself through the opening, he was vaguely aware of someone right next to him.

Leaning against the wall, he looked up. "Who won?" he asked breathlessly. "Or was it a tie?"

[Rhett Goddard]

"I did, Jordy" Rhett replied quickly to Jordan, as if he hadn't just raced from the student lounge to the cafeteria. "Time to pay up. Let's do this, since you followed my pace really good. And I do mean really good. I will call it even with that frappé. The other part, though, you still have to pay."

Rhett then beckoned Jordan to follow him and walked up to the cashier. He ordered a frappé and a bottle of water, both of which were delivered not two minutes after. Rhett then walked back to a table and sat down.

"Heads up" He threw Jordan the bottle of water and invited him to sit with him. "Take a breath, or two. I have pretty much all day to talk. About you, of course."

Rhett's dread smile was at its fullest.

[Jordan Scholl]

"Um." Jordan gulped. He wasn't liking the way this was going, and he didn't appreciate the new nickname. Still, he followed the guy up to the counter and gratefully accepted the water. Sitting down, he tried to stall by taking a huge drink.

"Um," he said again. "There's really not that much to say, really." When he was nervous he tended to repeat himself. "Like you said, I haven't been doing this real long, and it's not like I'm a real agent or anything."

He fiddled around for a while, letting his anxiety build up, then finally sighed. He took a quick look around, then leaned in close.

"Most of what I hear, I report it to my uncles. Since they work here, I figure it's a good idea for me to just kind of look around and let them know what's up. I mean, they can't be everywhere at once." This was all true. Jordan did tell his uncles most of what he was learning at school, including all that he was picking up in classes. He let this truth cover up some of what he wasn't saying.

"I'm just a spy 'cause I like it. I like learning about people. And I figure, new school, new opportunities..." He shrugged. "And there's stuff that I don't tell anyone. I figure it's no one's business." Also true. Every person had to have their secrets.

"Like I said, there's not that much to me. Just don't tell my uncles you caught me, okay? They don't really know that I'm actually trying to spy on people." This was another truth. Jordan really didn't want his uncles finding out about his activities, otherwise they might tell his mother. That would be deadly. "And I'll leave you alone, okay?" He was a little nervous now, and he juggled the lid to the waterbottle up and down in his hand. "That's all I can tell you."

And finish off with another truth. Any more information and it's not worth me telling you, because I am fairly certain that there will be someone riding me VERY hard and nothing you can do is worth that.

[Rhett Goddard]

He's spying for his uncles but they don't know he's spying on people? He's so lying. And not doing it very well. Just how old might he be?

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an echo whispered Rhett's ear with the voice of a little girl

Rather fortunate. Now, who's he really working for? ..........No? Nothing? Unfortunate.

"I believe you." I don't. "So, what now?"

It was a good question. There was fairly nothing Rhett could do now that Jordan had confessed and, most likely, lied through his teeth. Of course, he could always fake a 'I know the truth, confess' charade, which he had done many times before, now that Jordan knew about his power, but Rhett felt he had intimidated Jordan enough for one day.

"Who are your uncles, anyway?" Rhett sipped loudly from his frappé. "Why would they be interested in what gossips a thirteen years old kid finds out in his free time? What kind of thinks you find out that are of their interest?"

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