Voices (closed)

[sylvain]

He shouldn't have come here. It was busy, and the room was full of voices. Sylvain sat in a corner, nursing a dark beer. He hated places like this, he didn't know why he came out to them.

A cheer rose from the near side of the bar, and suddenly the Frenchman knew why he came to these places. He was a football fan, and his power had recently been shut off. It would be back soon, there was a bit of a payday coming. Sylvain looked up, and stared at the TV for a moment, letting his eyes focus. Bad news, Lyon had fallen behind Arsenal 1 - nill. He sighed and lifted the beer to his lips, taking a long drink before standing.

"shut up..."

His voice was hoarse, and soft, and moderately accented. He was talking to the voices, or to himself. It depended on how you looked at it. It was starting to drive him crazy, he wasn't even thinking as he dodged a stumbling drunk en-route to the washrooms.

[~Autumn Walker~]

Autumn was trying to relax, which for a unskilled telepath was slightly hard when having downed three shots of tequila. having spent the past hour hearing the end of fifty peoples thoughts and random comments about how her arse looked nice in her skinny fitting jeans she decided to hide in the ladies washroom, only to in turn be surrounded by vomiting youngsters. Walking out she trued to quieten her mind. She was a clairvoyant, she could see things others could not, not a good thing when the Marine was haunted and Bessy the old lady ghost seamed to follow Autumn about. Thankfully she had so far avoided the spirit that night. walking out of the wash room, paying no attention she collided with something, or someone. Gathering her bearings she looked up to find she had walked straight into a young man.

Fucking people need to watch where they are going She thought to herself, even though it had actually been her fault.

"Sorry..." she said meekly.

[sylvain]

He was run into, and he blinked and stumbled backward. It felt odd for him, he very rarely was taken by surprise like that. Another voice entered his head, he was already so tired of them, he had been going to the boys room to smoke. Cliche indeed. The voice that entered his head at this point made him smile a bit wearily, as well as nod.

"damn right they do..."

He wasn't talking to her, he was just talking. He coughed a couple times and he pulled himself upright, adjusting his clothes and gathering himself together again before looking up at the woman. His first thought was about how hot she was, his second was that it didn't really matter, and his third was to conciously silence his own thoughts. He had enough thoughts running around in his head without the ones he thought on his own.

"my fault... I wasn't thinking about where I was going..."

[~Autumn Walker~]

Autumn pushed her fingers through her hair, pushing her bangs aside and taking in the young mans appearance. She heard his speak then cough and took a moment to think.

Did he hear me?

Autumn tested his aura, trying to get a sense if he was gifted, but drinking had left her some what unable to concentrate, and she was tired and taken by surprise. She shook her head when he spoke and gestured with her hands not to worry,

"My fault, i was lost in my own thoughts.." She smiled politely and softened her eyes.

[sylvain]

Did he hear 'me'? of course he heard 'me', considering 'me' was him, wasn't it? His head hurt. Probably had something to do with the drink. It might have been a good thing, though, had he been sober right at the moment be probably wouldn't be talking to the woman, and he probably would have been long gone. He closed his eyes.

~of COURSE I heard, me... shut up and I'll take care of you in a minute~ He was thinking directly at the voice, explaining the situation a little bit. he turned and glanced over his shoulder.

"yeah, uhm, buy you a drink to make up for it?" Then he'd probably leave. Head outside for the smoke he had been heading to the bathroom for. Even that might not help, though. It was going to be another long night.

[~Autumn Walker~]

~of COURSE I heard, me... shut up and I'll take care of you in a minute~

Autumn could not help but listen in on the chaotic noise that was his mind and her brow raised as she heard the incoherent voice in his minds eye. She gave a concerned glance up to him, her eyes meeting with his. He was definitely gifted but it appeared his gifts had left him a little worse for wear. She could of continued playing along that she did not know he could hear her thoughts, but it was too tempting to at least try to get across she too could hear his thoughts.

"You'll take care of yourself in a minute eh?" Autumn smirked and moved aside as some one else came out of the wash room, "by the sound of your mind it's gonna take a little longer than a minute.....So...drink then...and.."

She pulled out a pack of cigarettes from her back pocket and waved them at him, "Drink and smoke outside?" She said with a wink.

[sylvain]

He stood there and stared at her, for a good long time. His mouth opened once, then closed. He was thinking about what to say, trying to clear his mind of all the other voices. He stepped back, heading towards the bar, letting her follow. He stopped halfway there and turned again to look at the woman following him.

"did you just read my fuckin' mind?"

He had a little problem with swearing, he was one of those people that dropped the 'f' bomb as a noun, verb, adverb, adjective, and any other form of word that could be thought of. He shuffled just a little bit to the left, and someone backed past him, and then past the woman he was standing with. Sylvain reached a hand up and rubbed his forehead.

"smoke then drink?"

[~Autumn Walker~]

Autumn giggled and shook her head when he asked if she had read his mind, sliding an annoying piece of hair back behind her ear she giggled some more.

"Did you read mine?" She said with a wiggle of her brow and another soft laugh.

Autumn brought her hand up and rubbed the back of her neck and lowered her eyes to the floor, realizing she had been somewhat engrossed in the young mans face for some time. Perving had become some what of a past time recently down to the fact her job gave her no ample time to pursue a social life.

"I'm Autumn..." She introduced herself, "now...lets get that drink and head outside to smoke.."

[sylvain]

She was confusing him to no end, did he read her mind? no... he couldn't read minds. At least, he'd never tried to read minds before. Maybe it was the drink affecting him, but he had the urge to try.

"I can try..."

He stepped back and turned to the bar, then glanced back. When he turned his head to the bartender there he spoke quietly, for too soft for her to hear from where she was, what with all the noise going on. He pulled a crumpled note from his pocket and handed it over, paying for the drinks before he turned once more to face Autumn, offering her the beer in his left hand, a Newcastle Brown ale.

"how close am I?"

[~Autumn Walker~]

Autumn watched as he ordered the drinks and laughed when he handed her the beer.

"Almost, i woulda preferred a guiness.." She smirked and gestured for him to follow her outside to the beer garden. She pushed through the side door and when the cool air hit her, goose pimples washed over her skin. She rubbed her arms, though covered by the small black cardigan she was still feeling the chill.

She placed her beer down on the picnic table and took out a cigarette and sparked it up, offering the packet and lighter to him, "You know, you still haven't introduced yourself, that's kinda rude." She said with a smirk and poked her tongue out at him.