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Who: Kiden and YOU. This is an open log for any and everybody.
What: Teens with idle hands are the devil's playthings.
Where: All around Baedal
Warnings:Kiden's mouth.

For someone who is young both in body and mind, it shouldn't be this hard for Kiden to find something to do with herself these days. But with a lack of Laura by her side and her new found partner-in-crime Tommy probably causing mayhem without her, Kiden's left to stroll up and down the city blocks looking for trouble to get into. Let her tell it, trouble just follows her, but it doesn't help that she invites it closer to her with open arms.

She could get a job. Granted, she could use the pocket change, but really... last time she had a job she did it because she had rent to chip in for. Here in Baedal, she just freeloads off Remy and Wanda for the moment. They keep offering her food and a place to stay; she isn't ready to tell them no.

[ooc: Feel free to jump in on any of the two already posted threads or make up your own!]

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It's not which is a good thing because Kiden, for sure, would reject a suggestion of charity from a complete stranger. Charity usually comes with strings attached; she knows this better than anything else and Kiden's in no mood to be owing Steph anything.

"Kiden." There's a nod of acknowledgement before she gets to climbing into another garbage can, this one faintly scented with whatever the bakery tossed out last night. There's definitely at least a day old dozen donuts somewhere in here. If Steph sticks around, Kiden will feel the urge to split it.

"Happy hunting, Kiden."

Steph won't stick around, leaving the donuts for Kiden. She'll start heading back to her room at the inn, happy that the conversation with Kiden went well. She's in a strange city with only a few people she knows from home and Steph figures it's always good to start making new friends. The process seems to be off to a good start.

And she might still watch over Kiden, just in case she gets herself into any trouble.

His mouth pulls into a frown. "No, I didn't. I threw my--" Wrinkling his nose, as he doesn't really swear unless he's in a truly foul mood. "--'shit' in the dumpster. How was I supposed to know there was a person inside?" Rex rolls his eyes and starts to walk off, totally unrepentant. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows this calls for an apology, but as far as he's concerned, it's her fault for hanging out in a dumpster.

"Yeah, you threw your coffee on me, dipshit." She can't see what's so hard to get about this. It doesn't matter if somebody was in there. You just don't toss your garbage in the garbage.

Wait...

No one walks away from Kiden, not when she's yelling at him. She picks up the same cup he tossed into the dumpster and throws it at him, aiming for his head.

Rex's triumphantly cool retreat stops as soon as the cup bounces off the back of his head. Did she just throw garbage at him? At him?

"Hey!" He glares over his shoulder, turns, and scowlingly stomps back over to the dumpster. Admittedly, it's difficult to look righteously angry when one's clutching a half-eaten bagel... or when one is a bit on the scrawny side and swallowed by scrubs the way Rex is. "What's your problem? I obviously didn't throw it at you on purpose and-- What the hell do you expect when you hide in a garbage can?!"

He narrows his eyes and stares at her. "What are you even doing in there?" You're talking to a rather privileged young man here, Kiden. Rex didn't know financial hardship until he came to Baedal, and so far, he's never been in a position where dumpster diving was necessary.

Bullseye.

"I wasn't hiding and it's none of your fucking business." Really, the nerve of him demanding to know what she's doing in there. She's treasure hunting. What the fuck does he thinks shes doing? People just don't hang out in dumpsters for fun. Learn the way of the streets, Rex. It'll build character.

"So are you gonna pay for my coat or what?" Sure, she can go home and wash it for free, but Kiden knows an opportunity to score some cash when she sees one.

"No!" With the way Rex responds, she might as well have asked him to give her his kidney. He's just that affronted by her question-- no, demand. "If you don't want trash on your clothes, don't jump into a dumpster." He holds his arms out. "And does it look like I can buy you a new coat?"

His own coat looks pretty nice, actually... But other than that, Rex's outfit doesn't exactly scream 'money.'

"Yes."

She says that so simply and straightforward that it's like Rex asked her if the sky was blue instead. His coat actually fits him and he's wearing scrubs. That tells Kiden that this guy has a job in a hospital somewhere and therefore gets a paycheck.

"So give it to me." Manners, what are they?

"I'm not buying you a coat." He huffs and glances to the side to make sure she doesn't have... some... large friend lurking around or something. "It's your fault for hanging out in a trash can, not mine. Just wash it. You're going to have to after sitting in there, anyway."

Edited 2012-01-04 03:23 (UTC)

"I said pay for it to be cleaned, not... whatever." Kiden's tired of arguing with this clown, so doing it as easy as pie, she slips into No-Time, something she hasn't bothered to do for almost a week straight. She could just leave the guy there and let him wonder where she went when time goes back to normal, but she's here for a reason and he needs to learn his lesson.

Yes, a lesson. Kiden's brain is working this way. Don't question it.

There's a metal coat hanger lying next to the garbage can that Kiden notices when she manages to climb out and back onto solid ground. She can't touch this guy, not with skin to skin contact, but she can get what she wants out of him with a little ingenuity. Unraveling the hanger, Kiden straightens it out just enough for it to slip into the pocket of his scrub's pants and wiggle his wallet out enough that it falls onto the pavement. Score one for Team Nixon.

There isn't much in there, but a few marks is better than no marks. And by the time Rex realizes something is off, both his wallet and Kiden will be gone. Which would be right about now.

Nice meeting you, Rex.

Laura's not home all that much -- she and Remy disappear a lot at the same time for purposes it's best for everyone to not notice or comment on, but it's not like they're, like, attached at the butt or anything, she has a life of her own and often she's out pursuing her own interests. Usually those involving punching someone. In the face.

When she is home, she doesn't talk much. She's mostly content to be talked at, occasionally interjecting yes or no answers. Sometimes she allows herself to be taken out "shopping," which likely rarely ends at any clothing stores because neither of them are that type of person, and Laura makes an effort but she just can't. She has to get her endless supply of fishnet thigh-highs and patent leather miniskirts somewhere, but God only knows where that is since she never seems to enter any of Baedal's stores. Maybe that's her other superpower. Mysterious.

Mostly she takes Kiden out to eat. There's a street vendor a few blocks from the house that Laura especially likes. It's run by an older Lebanese fellow who makes great falafel and seems perfectly happy to chat to Laura between other customers without expecting her to answer any of his questions, which suits her. She's sitting on a bench next to the stand, happily (as close as she ever gets, anyway) munching away.

Laura loves food, hates talking.

Far be for Kiden to turn down food, but she's busy picking at the corners of her pita bread instead of the falafel part. It's not that she doesn't like the dish; it doesn't taste nasty or anything, but it's an acquired taste for her. She would have preferred a hot dog or maybe even a pretzel, but it's Laura's treat and Kiden doesn't want Laura to feel bad or anything, if she even has the ability to.

But the one thing Kiden won't stand for is this guy yapping their ears off. She's tuned him out long ago, but there's a difference between her and Laura. Kiden feels like she has to answer his inane questions, no matter how many he asks. This honestly is getting old.

"Is he ever gonna shut up?" she whispers, leaning into Laura so the old guy won't hear her.

No, not the saviour. Not yet (if ever). Although Kiden is currently playing on every nurturing instinct Charles has and he's having to fight off the urge to get her out of that dumpster, seriously.

Which manifests itself by him casually sliding his hands into his jacket pockets and trying to look as nonchalent as possible, because he knows that's not the requisite approach here. "Sorry. I think I mentioned before that there weren't very many mutants in my world, so when I sense one, well. I get curious. I didn't mean to interrupt."

He'll have to pry this dumpster out of her cold, dead hands.

"Oh..." Kiden starts, still watching him suspiciously. "Well then." And she stoops down again to start digging through the trash again, expecting that he'll be gone when she decides it's time to search the other cans. He'll be gone for reals, right? Right?

"Yes," she says. Which is a pretty useless answer, because it's Laura, she means yes, he will eventually stop talking... like, maybe in a half an hour. Or more. Her wrap is loaded up with hot peppers and hot sauce, it's like a firestorm in there, and although she's eating slowly she doesn't seem to notice the burn.

Or she just likes it, who knows.

The vendor has to stop talking to them shortly when another customer comes up, one who is probably much less inclined to let him chatter at them than Laura is. To be fair, the guy is very nice and hasn't given either of them the stink-eye even though they're both dressed like a couple of juvenile delinquents on their way to MTV's Parental Controls or whatever.

You know, as long as Kiden's known Laura, she shouldn't be surprised at how literal Laura can be. It can get somewhat annoying, though. Not right now because Kiden is too busy pushing her falafel into Laura's wrap, but still annoying when she expects something of a conversation. But at least she gave it a try, just like the falafel.

"Let's do something." Something other than sitting here, people watching silently.

Fine, she'll just eat Kiden's while she's at it. She could probably use the extra energy. "Okay," she says, and then. Waits. Because it's not like she has any ideas, her idea of a good time is punching people and being a crazy ninja assassin, or else hanging out in bars playing poker and smoking cigars, which Kiden probably would not enjoy. (Playing poker with Laura is no fun -- Remy taught her and now she never loses.)

"So what do you wanna do?" Kiden should know by now not to ask for Laura's input on anything. Poker is a maybe if there's money to be gotten, but bars and cigars and punching people for the hell of it are no goes. "You got any more money on you?"

"I have five hundred and eighty six shekels." ... welp!! That's just the money she has on her right now, yes. Best not to ask where it came from, since almost all of it was very likely obtained less-than-legally, probably from people who do not need money anymore. Since that's more than enough money for the two of them to get into trouble, and Laura has little need for money on her own, well. She'll allow Kiden to drag her wherever and spend her money on terrorizing the citizens of Baedal.

You wish, kid.

"You don't live out here. ...do you?" He hasn't delved too deeply into her mind to find out about Laura, Remy or Wanda. Kiden wouldn't be the first homeless xenian girl he's become acquainted with in this city and he's not overly fond of the trend.

"In the garbage?" Kiden doesn't even pop back up to answer him properly because she's totally being a smart ass with that answer. She knows damn well what Charles is asking her, but she isn't about to delve deep into her home history and the fact she's still waiting for the other shoe to drop with her current living situation.

Little does anybody know that she's been secretly preparing for that moment Remy and Wanda tell her to leave. Somewhere in Baedal, there's an abandoned flophouse that contains little bits of Kiden's material life, set up for her to live amongst them.

"From where?"

Of course Kiden has to be the one to ask about it. She hasn't managed to get any more money since the handful Laura gave her during her first week here. Maybe she should get a job. Maybe she should get a life.

She's kind of jealous, really.

"You're not homeless," he says, and it sounds more like a fact rather than a question. Kiden can be suspicious of his powers (presuming she doesn't know the Xavier from her world is a famous telepath) or she can guess he's surmised as much from her attitude.

Which leaves him in a strange predicament. She has the basic essentials to live and she's eighteen. It's none of his concern what she does, but he can't help but feel, well. A little responsible? Like he does for everyone, but especially so for mutants.

"I didn't say I was."

She is definitely suspicious, so much so that she peers over the garbage can at him, eyes narrowed. It could be a strong guess. She looks a lot cleaner (outside of the current trash situation) and healthier than she did when she first arrived. Anybody could figure out she actually has a place to stay now. But still, Kiden is naturally wary of adults, even adults that were mentioned in school on those days she didn't bother paying one bit of attention to what they could do.

"What do you want?"

Edited 2012-01-14 18:38 (UTC)

There's a little, purposeful exhale --Kiden herself is not vexing Charles (in spite of her attitude) but he feels slightly frustrated by the situation as a whole. There's a lack of resources for mutants or xenians, and life here is, on the whole, much harder for them.

"Nothing. I'm sorry to have disturbed you. I wanted to make sure you were all right and --" he makes a little gesture with one hand. "You're fine." In a certain sense of the word. "So I'll be off."

He steps back a couple of paces and gives a little nod, saying, "I'll no doubt see you around." So unless Kiden stops him, he'll turn to go.

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