Voices (closed)

[sylvain]

He followed her, and shrugged a little bit. The brown was far better than a guiness, at least that's how he felt. They stepped outside and it was a little bit chilly, he didn't mind though. He did happen to notice that Autumn rubbed her arm a little bit, she seemed cold.

"cold? do you want my jacket?"

It was a thin thing. Sort of military cut and in the typical green. It wasn't thick, but it was another layer she could wear if she wanted. His parents had always taught him to be polite, so when she told him he was being impolite he backpedaled a little bit.

"I... sorry, I didn't... Sylvain, my name... uhm, my name is Sylvain"

He gave his name as he waved away the pack of smokes, but he did take the lighter. His fingers slipped into the watch-pocket of his jeans and pulled out a single cigar tube. He offered a little bit of a shakey smile as he pulled a tightly rolled joint from the tube. His eyes darted to the left as he lit it, and then offered the lighter back. Apparently not shy of the fact he self-medicated.

[~Autumn Walker~]

Autumn shook her head, "I'm fine, I'll warm up in a minute." She said when he offered her his jacket. How very sweet of him. She watched as he pulled out a joint and her brow raised slightly. Though she was not against drugs she could only imagine what the sides effects would be for some one with psychic gifts...Not good.

"Sylvain? What an unusual name...though saying that...Mine isnt exactly the norm...What brings you to London? Do you live here or visiting?"

She chewed down on her lower lips when she realised she was asking allot of questions.

Sorry, she said into his mind, I tend to talk allot.

[sylvain]

It was a lot of questions. Though, he supposed they were relatively normal questions. She wasn't asking WHERE in London he lived, he could deal with the general answers.

"I live in London, I have for years. and Sylvain is not so strange a name in France"

He took a long toke from the joint, holding it in and then exhaling slowly. The voices were dimming a little bit, getting easier to ignore, really. It was then when a strong voice entered his mind, talk a lot?

~yeah you...~ he paused there, and pulled the self rolled 'cig' from his mouth, his eyes running over Autumn. He waved the smoking white tube in the air a little bit, in circles.

"it's you, isn't it?"

He was beginning to catch on, but years and years of living with it and being told he was clinically insane would be hard to wash away. She might be able to talk to his mind, and read his thoughts, but the other voices. Well, they might be other people, but then why didn't they respond like her voice in his head did? He replaced the drugs in his mouth and narrowed his eyes a little bit. If she was in his head... who else was in his head?

[~Autumn Walker~]

Autumn raised her brow when he asked if it was her. She was about to ask what he was going on about when he realized what he meant. Taking a long toke of her cigerette she glided her soft eyes over Sylvain and shrugged,

"Maybe it is me," She said, "If you mean, have i been speaking to you directly into your mind, yes, I have..."

Autumn finished her cigerette and dropped it to the ground, stamping on it with her heel. She pushed back that annoying strand of stray hair out of her eyes and picked up her glass, taking a small sip. She really would of prefered Guiness.

"You've been picking up on my thoughts as well, so don't push all the random event blame onto me young man," She winked at this, "You have no idea what you're capable of do you? I mean, you do know your own powers right?"

[sylvain]

He had sipped a bit at his beer. He liked it, as much as he liked any other beer. When she asked questions of him he shrugged a little bit. He had his joint shoved in his mouth and waited a moment before pulling the self roll out of his mouth, and offering it over to Autumn, it was about 3/4s done.

"I have some connections..."

He wondered how she knew about that. Had he mentioned what he did for a living? He didn't think so, it must be the mind reading. Powers. He wouldn't call them that, he wasn't sure what he'd call it. Protection, perhaps. Well, whatever he called it didn't change what she had called it. The voices were getting quieter, she was done her smoke, he'd probably just pinch the end if she didn't want a toke at it, and they could head back inside.

"I wasn't blaming you for anything, what random events?"

[~Autumn Walker~]

"This whole situation is random..." Autumn giggled and began to make her way back inside. She was getting cold and hated being cold, she was more a warm, central heated, open fire type person. She held her drink in one hand and held the door for Sylvain.

"Most of the time i just babble and make very little sense..." Autumn continued to explain, "If i talk to much just slap me or something."

[sylvain]

He pinched the last of his joint out. Sylvain then shoved the last of the J in his pocket and he followed after Aurora, listening to her talk. All in all, he kind of enjoyed it, he wasn't much of a talker, and at least he could look at her lips and tell she was not some voice in his head that he didn't like. Yes, Sylvain decided that he liked Aurora. If she spoke too much? Slap her? As he slipped into the building again he made his attempt at a joke.

"I don't think that is allowed anymore..."

He meant slapping for almost no reason. Talking too much was allowed... or not? Who knew.

[~Autumn Walker~]

Autumn giggled and moved to take a seat in the corner table, she gestured for Sylvain to sit down and brought her knee into her chest and hugged it.

"So what do you do, job? free time? apart from frequent the pub." She was making small talk, something she was kinda good at.

[sylvain]

Sylvain followed Autumn. He was a bit enthralled with her, ladies and he generally didn't get along for some reason. Perhaps he turned them off somehow. He did take the seat which was offered, dropping into it like he had fallen from an airplane. He looked accross the table at the woman there, and his whole left side twitched suddenly. When he'd repositioned himself in the seat he shook his head slightly.

"I pick up jobs, here and there..."

He looked up, squinting sharply. His head swivelling around a little bit to look around.

"is there something wrong with the pub?"

[~Autumn Walker~]

Autumn smiled softly, "No, there isn't anything wrong with the pub, just seams to be the only thing i can clas as a social activity..." She took a small sip of her drink, her eyes fixed gently upon Sylvain.

"Work kinda takes up all my free time, actually any time i have to give i get dragged into work...my job is...time consuming so to speak.."