Humor Me. (Rhys)

[Sawyer Carson]

Ahh Saturday evenings. It wasn't quite bar time yet. And it was surenot a night to be stayin home. Well, time was all people had in life. Getting up Sawyer stretched out and dug in her closet for her clothes and changed quickly. Maybe she'd go get a coffee before finding a bar to wind down in for the evening. Maybe she'd go find some trouble. Trouble was already fun. Bending into her closet she lifted a box from its depths and set it on her vanity next to a scarlet colored piece of paper. It read very clearly "I hate you. Love Braxton."

Her brother was an idiot. Clenching her jaw, Sawyer threw open the box and dug inside for a fresh little pouch of her drug of choice. Precious. Smiling she exhailed a little and set out her utensiles. Bending over the table she lowered her face to the little straw and breathed in the powder quickly. Rubbing her nose a little she smiled and tucked the rest of the packet into her pocket. She was ready to go now. Hat, coat, shoes, keys, phone, Stash. All check.

Heading out Sawyer made her way quietly out of the school and down into town. She did stop for coffee and was now looking for something more fun to do. So far. She'd deducted standing on a street corner wasn't the best idea. So she leaned carefully against the wall outside the coffee shop and put a cigarette between her lips. Lighting it she inhaled and then let it out in little rings. Grinning to herself she waited for an idea. That or a hot guy to attempt to pick her up. She'd have tagged a long with just about anyone that night.

[Rhys Rockwood]

It was Saturday. Again. After a long week of work (if he could really call it that), Rhys had finished up his Friday routine and slept for endless hours that night. Up early Saturday morning for a long run and hard workout, he decided to spend the evening out on the town. After taking the time for a hot shower, Rhys lounged around his apartment for a while until it felt like a suitably late enough time to go out. Rhys grabbed a pair of jeans, a tan t-shirt, and a long-sleeved black shirt. He left it unbuttoned as he left his apartment and went out into the town.

He double checked his pockets for his keys, wallet, and phone as he left the building. Rhys took the light jog into the more commercial area of the town, unphased by the tiny bit of exertion. Slowing down to a walk, he wandered around looking for something that would catch his attention for the time. His stomach made a request for food, so he stopped for a quick meal, hamburger and fries, nothing special. He left the small restaurant, walking down the street casually.

The small shops in this part of town always felt more personal than the massive chain stores that he found in the large cities he'd visit while going out on his 'recruiting' assignments. Even after being around the school for years and being quite fond of the place, he found the title 'recruiter' amusing. It was more like 'requisitioner' since there wasn't much choice in coming to the school. Rhys still believed it was the best thing for the young metas they brought in though.

With his mind wandering, he almost missed the attractive blond across the street. She was leaning against the wall of some shop taking a smoke break. Normally, he'd pass up on a girl he saw smoking, but he stopped where he was and leaned against the building behind him. Rhys watched her patiently, letting his vision only rest on her occasionally as he decided on what to do with the rest of his night.

[Sawyer Carson]

Streatching her neck a little, Sawyer pulled a long drag into her lungs and then let it out again. Half way through she realized someone had been watching her. He wasn't bad looking either. Thank god. She'd had too many dsgusting men hit on her lately. Well, If he liked what he saw, he was in for it now. Smiling Sawyer made up her mind. He was how she was going to spend the rest of her evening.

Flicking the cigarette out, Sawyer kept his eye and gave him a small smile. Running her tongue over her bottom lip once, she looked for any passing cars and then crossed the street. Her hand swept through her hair as she stepped up on the curb. He was a rather good looking guy. Older too. She deffinatly didn't mind that. Older men knew how to treat ladies. Not to mention, they knew how to get it up and get it in. They never needed help. That was a relaxing thought.

Looking down then up a little, Sawyer smiled at him a little wider now. "Excuse me. I hate to bother you. But I'm a little lost. I'm supposed to be meeting my brother for a drink at some bar called.. ehh.. something Red?" It didn't exist. "I was just hoping you could point me in the right direction or help me along or something? If I'm at all late he just leaves and I'd hate to be stuck somewhere alone." I blinked a little and feigned being turned around. Truth was I knew the city fairly well.

[Rhys Rockwood]

Oh. Oh shit. She'd caught him looking at her. And not only had she caught him, now she was coming toward him. This was not at all what he had thought would happen; the fact that she was approaching him was rather peculiar to him. It was only a moment before she was next to him and talking, asking directions to some bar he'd never heard of in his years of living in the area. Rhys scratched his head a little, "I'm afraid you've got the wrong name of the bar. There's no place with a name like that in Pilot Ridge."

He was really hating having to tell her that, but better to just do it rather than indulge in the strange impulse to give her hat a playful flip. "I'm afraid that means I can't give you directions to anything but one of the other bars, and even then, it might not be one of the your brother's supposed to meet you at." Something felt a little fake about her story, but he wasn't going to write her off just yet.

"Tell you what though. I can take you around to a few of the places I'm familiar with. If we catch him around, awesome. If not, well, at least you're not walking around on your own." For some reason, Rhys didn't even think about suggesting she use a cell phone to call her brother and get the real name of the place. It probably had to do with being counter productive to his interest: keeping her around for the evening. He'd only have to tolerate the smoking for a night.

[Sawyer Carson]

Smiling, Sawyer nodded. "That's so nice of you. I don't know the city very well and my brother really isn't good at relaying directions." She forced her cheeks into a blush and gave him a sheepish little look. Sawyer was the kind of girl who knew exactly how to charm a man. Just by looking, she knew he was the kind of man who liked to feel like he was needed. Doing something worth while. He liked being busy and probably didn't mind being depended on.


Her lips hit the lid of her coffee softly as she took a sip. "I'm glad you were nice enough to tell me the truth instead of just leading me in circles. I'd be out here all alone for hours. Who knows who I could have run into." Her teeth were perfectly straight and her smile was so simply sweet. "Gosh, I'm supposed to be there in twenty minutes. I'm so embarassed." A delecate hand found its way to her cheek as she turned red again.

Taking his arm she looked mock helplessly up at him, trusting him to guide her. It wasn't that she needed to fib about anything. Sawyer could get most any guy almost without asking. There was deffinatly something about Miss Sawyer Carson... Sexual magnetizim? We think so. There was just no way to deny a girl who just took what she wanted and never lost confidence. But her little stories were fun. She didn't used to drag things out like this. A year ago they'd have already been naked in the ally she'd been spying down the street. But the sherades were amusing to her.

[Rhys Rockwood]

Rhys smiled at her. Surely it couldn't be that hard to get directions in this relatively small city. "Don't worry about it. I didn't have any plans for tonight to begin with, and now I have something to do. It works out just fine for me." He was already running through the names of the places he knew about, but none of them were ringing a bell with a place called Red. He'd just have to make a lucky guess, it seemed.

As Sawyer continued with her little game, she started making Rhys a little suspicious of her. She was laying on her lost and helpless game a little too thick for him to really believe it. Thoughts crossed his mind of some silly prank a group of girls had thought up and randomly picked him to be the target. 'Well even if that is true, how bad could it really be?' he thought. Poor guy didn't have a clue how bad things could end up being.

"Alright, let's go see if we can find your brother," he said, patting the hand on his arm. "We'll do what we can to get you there on time." Rhys had decided that even if she was lying, she was doing a good enough job and was cute enough to make walking face first into a potential prank worth it. If only he could see into her head; he wouldn't have minded being down that alley, though his apartment would have been much preferred. There were in his apartment that he didn't carry with him that would make the experience much more entertaining.

[Sawyer Carson]

Well this was working perfectly. Though to make things clear, she was not lying to hurt anyone. Simply to make things more interesting. Walking along with him she wondered how long he'd spend looking before she had to pull the plug on this whole operation. "I really appreciate this. Oh... I'm Sawyer by the way. How silly of me not to have introduced myself." She grinned at him as the walked.

He was very handsom and at times she could feel her cover slipping as she looked him over. Praying he wasn't a happily married man or gay, Sawyer was well aware that she'd be winning this little game tonight. Or was it him that was winning? It was never clear anymore. But she was sure she was gaining some sort of prize. He was definatly the athletic type. Very in shape. Which was good. Because he was going to have to be rather fit for what she had planned for them.

A breaze blew through her jasmine scented hair as she pulled her coat a little closer. The cold didn't bother her too much. But it did ruin plans. Limbs tended to go numb in the cold and no one wanted to get naked outside when the air was so chilli. She'd have to find a decent place. The back lot of the bar wouldn't do tonight. "Did you want to stop for a cup of coffee or anything? to keep your self warm of course. No sense in catching a cold over silly little me. My treat?" Not that she planned on ending the night in a coffee shop. She just knew it would preserve his warmth for at least a little while.

[Rhys Rockwood]

"Pleased to meet you, Sawyer. I'm Rhys." Her little game wasn't doing much in Rhys' favor, but it wasn't going terribly bad either. He was getting to walk around with a pretty girl on his arm, and that never did negative things to a guy's confidence, not that his confidence was in a bad spot to begin with. Hanging around her was just going to boost it a bit for now.

If him being in shape had anything to do with her getting her prize, she was going to win big. She didn't know yet that he was a meta with super endurance. Running marathons didn't even fully drain him of energy even if he had to eat a truckload of food to make up for it. His own plans along that train of thought hadn't gone very far beyond getting there, something he wasn't even sure would happen. As far as he knew, they could still find her brother in one of the bars, and she'd vanish from his life before anything exciting happened between them.

The cold wasn't bothering Rhys; he all but lived outside already. He knew it was cold, but after living there for years and spending so much time outside, he could wear shorts and a t-shirt in this weather without feeling like he was freezing. "I'm actually a bit sensitive to caffeine, and I'm not terribly fond of the taste of coffee anyway. We can stop somewhere if you're cold, but we'll likely miss your brother though." That last part made the idea sound very good to him.

[Sawyer Carson]

Well they were going to miss her brother anyway. Why? Because he was an anti-social idiot who hated her and blamed her for everything that was wrong in the world. So there would be no way in hell he'd be meeting her. Let alone meeting her in a bar. It was just something Braxton didn't do. Shaking the thought away from her mind Sawyer tried to refocus on Rhys.

How was she going to get away with this. "No I'm okay for now." She had only just tossed her cup into a tash can as they passed it. What she did need was an excuse. She didn't usually need to find an excuse for these sorts of things. Men either started hitting on her or she had a better ending to the game than this time. Like the "I'm from out of town and I need to find a good hotel. Can you show me?" game. That one always ended well. She was very smart and crafty for only being nearly 18.

"I do need to go to the bathroom though." She smiled and looked at a little book shop on the corner. "Please don't leave me." She gave him a little pleading look before heading inside. Once in the bathroom she leaned on the wall. Truthfully, she really didn't even need to go. But she washed her hands and sat on the counter for a minute or two, just buying time to make it believable. Just a few more minutes.

She shoved the door open and looked to Rhys with a clearly irritated and slightly upset expression. "Braxton already left." She fake looked at her phone and sighed. "I just got a text while I was in the bathroom. He says, 'crowd was lame and ur late. I'm bailing. ttyl' What ever. I could be doing way better things with my night than playing wing man to my stupid brother." Her truths were slowly begining to come out and the ball was pretty much in his cort now.

[Rhys Rockwood]

Rhys followed her into the bookshop willingly, knowing far better than to deny a girl a trip to the bathroom. That never ended well for a guy. "I wouldn't even think of it," he replied, flashing her a smile before she slipped away into the bathroom. "Girl's cute," he muttered, looking around a bit as he waited on her, "She's gonna be a handful, no doubt about that." Rhys kept talking to himself while he waited on Sawyer and took a glance at a few books.

He kept from smiling when he heard that, not wanting to seem uncaring. "Sorry to hear that. Maybe you two will see each other some other time?" he suggested as they walked out of the store. "However, that does mean something else: you're plans are now free for the night." Rhys pointed that out with a large smile, clearly pleased that now she wouldn't just say good bye and slip away when they ran into her brother. No, he had a chance of keeping her around at least for the evening if not the night and early morning.

"So with this new piece of information in mind, how about you just hang with me tonight? I'm sure we can something fun to get ourselves into trouble." Opportunity was knocking, and Rhys was answering. Now he was just hoping it didn't kick him in the nuts when the it got the chance. At least it was starting to seem like there were no foul intentions on Sawyer's end, no silly prank or joke, and he was a bit interested in getting to know her better.

[Sawyer Carson]

It was nice that he actually cared enough or was interested enough to hang around for the night. Putting her phone in her pocket, Sawyer smiled at him. This was working all too well. From here on out she'd start being honest with him. Keeping up the sherade was getting annoying and she was sure it was starting to become more and more obvious to him.

"That sounds like a great idea." Grinning she looped her arm in his once again and looked up at him. "Well, Do you have anything in mind?" Really she didn't care what it was he wanted to do. After they were done she'd have him all to herself and they would be doing things her way for the rest of the night. Unless of course they wanted the same thing. Provided he wanted her as badly as she wanted to take him home, and he was actually good at what he was doing, then maybe he could take the lead for a while tonight.

((Chatngo just died on me so... -sadfaise- I'll be back tonight most likely. I gotta get ready for work. booo.. lol See ya!))

[Rhys Rockwood]

Rhys smiled back, glad she accepted his invitation for the evening. "You hungry?" he asked, looking around for a spot to eat. He'd eaten not long before running into her, but his power made him hungry almost all the time. The nearly bottomless pit he called a stomach almost never turned away the opportunity to eat. "Never hurts to have a bite to eat and talk when getting to know someone."

Just the mention of food was already making his stomach stir. Not wanting to look crazy weird, he didn't laugh about that or mention that he'd eaten recently. "See, look at that. My stomach knows a good idea when it hears one," he said, letting himself laugh a little now. He could just act like he hadn't had dinner yet. Yeah. That would work. Now he just had to control his appetite and not destroy enough food for two or three people. The side effect of his power included a massive unending appetite that could probably feed a small family.

[Sawyer Carson]

Get to know? That was a new idea. She never really bothered to get to know someone. Not often at least. Not when she was intending to drink, have sex and do possibly illegal things with or under the influence od possibly illegal substances. But he was interesting enough and good looking enough for her to try it at least for the evening. "Food sounds nice."

No it didn't. Food sounded awfull. Sawyer hated to eat. All the preasure. All the carbs. All the germs. She literaly lived off greens and protien shakes with wheat grass and strawberries. Oh... and Mike N' Ikes of course. Truth was, Sawyer hadn't eaten a well rounded meal more than three times a week in over...hmm... that was a good question. Well, perhaps anywhere they went had a nice green salad. Or a soup. A light soup. Like squash. Or cucumber. Something that wouldn't make her hurl later. Or maybe she could fake her way through a meal. She was pretty good at that. It seemed to her like the more alcohol and drugs she used the less things just seemed to taste good or feel good in her stomach.

"We should deffinatly go somewhere quiet. All the better to hear each other." She smiled up at him with no trace of her worry about actually having to eat. "Did you have anywhere in mind?" She liked Italian food mostly. But it was way too fatening and she really needed to mantain her figure. Dancing wasn't easy when you added five pounds. Sawyer liked to be in perfect condition for ballet at all times.

[Rhys Rockwood]

Well at least they had something of a plan, and his stomach was more than eager for a second dinner. Maybe he needed to sleep. As long as he kept his body fed, it could stay up for unhealthy long periods of time. That had been the biggest part of his training: recognizing when he was capable of continuing things not because he wasn't tired but because his power was still fueling him with the necessary energy to continue. Outside of knowing when it was him and when it was his ability, there really wasn't that much else to do for it.

"Someplace quiet..." he repeated, trying to think of somewhere decently nice to eat instead of just some place with fast service and greasy food. Once that day was more than enough. That was when the idea struck him. "Hmm...well, it really depends on how much you trust me already," he started. "I'm a bit of a health nut, pretty careful about what I eat though I let it slide sometimes, so I cook a lot of my own food. Any chance you'd want to come up to my apartment and see what I can fix there?"

Rhys wanted to get her there eventually anyway. Whether it had been tonight or a week or two down the road hadn't really crossed his mind, though now it seemed possible to have here there a lot sooner than he could usually manage. "I know I've got some chicken I can quickly grill up and enough veggies for some salad. Plus, the alcohol at home is already paid for." He grinned, thinking that last part might tip the odds in his favor.

[Sawyer Carson]

How much she trusted him? That was an interesting though. He was the one letting a stranger into his house. He didn't know if she was a psycho or anything. Though if he did do anything shady she supposed she could just imagine a fire or imagine a bear or something and run for it. That's what had worked in the past. She shrugged at that thought and looked up at him.

"You're place sounds like fun. And I'm a pretty big fan of veggies." Sawyer smiled and took his arm once again. "And I suppose I can trust you not to drug me." Not like it would matter she was practically intollerant now. Not many drugs effected her to their extream anymore. It honestly would take quite a bit to really mess her up. Same went for alcohol. "Well... What are we waiting for?" She looked deep into his eyes with a daring look. As if she were challenging him to look away.