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[timewreck]

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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[cerebral]

"Nothing," is his immediate reply. He picks up on the hostility in her forethoughts immediately and figures that saying something neutral is maybe his best bet at diffusing the situation. He also takes a step back from the dumpster, because he is perfectly aware that young women don't like being approached by strange men, even if they do have mutant abilities.

He does remember her, though. "You're the girl from the network. The one who knew I was Charles Xavier. I don't mean to interrupt or anything," he says, holding his hands up in a sort of surrender. This is a perfectly normal meeting, yes.

[timewreck]

Her eyes remain in slits, but the hostility fades away mostly because at least he introduced himself and Kiden can't fault him for that. Plus, this is supposed to be the guy who comes and saves all mutantkind (not really.) Considering the short time she's been a mutant and all the bullshit she's been through so far, Kiden can't afford to burn a bridge that hasn't been built yet.

"Yeah," she replies, seemingly unimpressed as she lets go of the paper and watches it flutter down back onto the pile she took it from. "I know who you are." But she still isn't feeling like explaining herself.

[cerebral]

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."

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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?

[cerebral]

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.

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"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.

[cerebral]

"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.

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"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?"

[cerebral]

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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She could let him just go away, but now she's suspicious. For a guy that's such a big deal, he looks rather unimpressive.

"Hey, old guy." Rude, Kiden, rude. "What can you do?"

[cerebral]

That makes Charles stop just as he's about to turn heel. Old guy, huh?

Two fingers reach to his temple and he replies, "Take a look, kid." The dumpster around Kiden appears to have suddenly transformed into a ball pit. He has an interesting sense of humour at times.

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"You can turn things into Chuck E. Cheese?" Well, that's not too impressive. She kicks a bright yellow ball at her feet and feels the strange weight of it when in reality, it's just a rusty can.

"How'd you do that?"