3698/People You Meet On The Street

People You Meet On The Street
Date of Scene:	21 January 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Vincent Black, X-23

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Vincent Black has posed:
    The now wanted officer has been slumming it since he helped Hope escape out of SHIELD custody and then helped his adopted daughter kill the mutant who seems to enjoy his explosive abilities a bit too much. So, today, the car has been parked in the back alleys behind a few brownstones strategically between some trash cans and a dumpster, while Vincent has slipped away with his heavy over coat pressed against his back and calves by the heavy winds.

    The former cop walks slowly towards the sidewalk, slipping out of the mouth of the alley.

X-23 has posed:
Laura was ever cautious, she knew she was hunted, and even when she felt safest, she could expect a pair of eyes to keep track of her and report. She promised herself to never wind up in Weapon X hands again. So when she spotted a car inconspicuously parked, she decided to go snooping and see if she can catch a familiar scent. Not expecting the car owner to be nearby during the day, she doesn't particularly hide the keen interest she took in it.

Vincent Black has posed:
    Vincent is just as cautious, but living through the same war three times will make you more than paranoid. The self healer takes a look over his shoulder just in time to see Laura approaching and he squints his eyes before turning back to approach with a gravelly voice and a hint of bark in his voice.

    "What're you doing?" The cop requests with that deep authoritative voice he's mastered lifetimes ago as Vincent steps up with his over coat now flapping in the wind behind him like some sort of cowboy from a spaghetti western.

X-23 has posed:
"Looking," is Laura's brisk reply, apparently not overly impressed by authoritative tones, as she turns to glower at Vincent suspiciously, her stance shifts in a manner that suggests a choice has been made in the matter of fight or flight.

"Are you Facility?" She asks tersely.

Vincent Black has posed:
    Vincent doesn't seem to physically respond to her fight or flight response, he's never met anyone he should be afraid of yet. At least in a long term sense. The cop pulls his hands out of his pockets and walks slowly still up to his car, his brown eyes giving Laura a slow up and down, sizing her up to see if she has any weapons hidden in her clothing, just to be safe and a habit from his days as a cop.

    "Nothing worth looking at, and I'm not even sure what 'Facility' means. To me or you." Vincent says with a soft sigh as he nears the car further, hoping for the black haired girl to explain a little bit, at least.

X-23 has posed:
Laura is actually somewhat underdressed for this weather, but doesn't seem to be bothered much by it. There are no obvious weapons about her, and she's keeping her hand in a gesture that suggests she will attempt to take Vincent with her bare hands if it comes to a fight, "good." She answers as he doesn't seem aware, "you are not tracking me then?" Like someone who tracks her would admit to it, but then she peculiarly seems to be sniffing as she asks the question, as if she could smell a lie.

Vincent Black has posed:
    "Hell, no I'm not tracking you, though I'm starting to get worried about you. You're sounding ... somewhat familiar." The detective says with a small frown on his lips before he starts to shrug off his overcoat and with it bundled in his left hand he looks down at it before he tosses the coat in Laura's direction. "You'll need it more than me if you're out being tracked by some suits." Vincent says with a huff and a smirk before he starts to turn around and with words thrown over his shoulder. "Don't fuck with the car kiddo."

X-23 has posed:
"Am I...?" Laura asks, shifting her foot even further as if prepared to spring herself, "where did you see me?" She asks cautiously. But as he tosses that overcoat at her, Laura looks surprised, "you'll help me?" She sounds surprised, but takes the coat, it certainly serves to cover her well enough, being quite oversized for her, but she'll take it. "I don't care about the car, I was worried I was being tracked. You're good."

Vincent Black has posed:
    "You don't personally seem familiar, your situation does. I'm having sympathy for you girl." Vincent says with a laugh as he stops and turns back half a step so he's squared off with the old brown stone and his head is turned rest of the way towards Laura.

    "I know I'm good, how much more help would you accept?" Detective Black inquires his hands moving slowly to the pockets of the hoodie he hand on underneath the coat and pulls out a white stick with a tan filter that is placed between his lips and his other hand produces a lighter to strike the cigarette as he waits for Laura's answer.

X-23 has posed:
Laura nods as Vincent explains in what form she's familiar, she takes it quietly, not adding another word. She slows down on her retreat, bundled in the overcoat, turning her head to look at him, blinking, almost as if the word 'help' had a foreign sound. "I will survive. Thank you." She finally states.

Vincent Black has posed:
    "Survival isn't all that matters." Vincent says, his breath foggy in the cold and the smoke escaping his lips. He looks down at his shoes and then back to Laura, surprised at how similar her eyes are to Hope's, but it's a surprise that barely registers on his face. "Do you have a name?" The detective asks, knowing full well she likely wont give him a real name, but it will still be something.

X-23 has posed:
"True. There's also, not get caught," Laura agrees with him, and as he asks for her name she seems to hesitate, frowning. She's not that eager to give everyone her name, but on the other hand, it is the one thing that is truly her own. So she does like to say it if only to hear it out loud. "Laura," she eventually tells him, and as she notes how he lingers with her, she speaks the parting words, "goodbye," and turns to leave.