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longislandiceme) wrote2009-11-16 09:35 am
longislandiceme) wrote2009-11-16 09:35 am
San Francisco, Monday Late Morning
The nice (if you could call all your friends being split up across the country 'nice') thing about Agent Duncan handling all the living arrangments meant there was no apartment hunting once Bobby and Hank arrived in San Francisco yesterday. It was even furnished and fully stocked, though lacking a few essentials like soda and Twinkies.
Bobby was walking back to Hank's new apartment with his very important groceries when he saw her: a brunette girl close to his own age, walking down the street as if in a daze of some sort. She stepped out beyond the curb just as a car came careening around the corner. Thinking quickly and making sure no one could see him, Bobby created a small patch of ice under her feet, just enough to throw her off balance so he could reach out and pull her out of the way of traffic.
"Where am I?" she asked, blinking up at him confusedly. "How did I even get here?"
"You're in San Francisco," Bobby supplied helpfully. "You don't remember getting here, um-"
"Lorna. Lorna Dane. And San Francisco's like 1200 miles from my hometown," she rubbed at her temples.
"You look like you need some rest," Bobby said sympathetically. "The place I'm staying's not far from here. I'm sure my friend won't mind if we hang out for a few hours."
"Thanks," she gave him a grateful smile. "And now it's time for me to ask your name."
"Bobby Drake, at your service, ma'am," he grinned back at her before offering his arm. "Come on, it's this way..."
[ooc: NFB for distance!]
Bobby was walking back to Hank's new apartment with his very important groceries when he saw her: a brunette girl close to his own age, walking down the street as if in a daze of some sort. She stepped out beyond the curb just as a car came careening around the corner. Thinking quickly and making sure no one could see him, Bobby created a small patch of ice under her feet, just enough to throw her off balance so he could reach out and pull her out of the way of traffic.
"Where am I?" she asked, blinking up at him confusedly. "How did I even get here?"
"You're in San Francisco," Bobby supplied helpfully. "You don't remember getting here, um-"
"Lorna. Lorna Dane. And San Francisco's like 1200 miles from my hometown," she rubbed at her temples.
"You look like you need some rest," Bobby said sympathetically. "The place I'm staying's not far from here. I'm sure my friend won't mind if we hang out for a few hours."
"Thanks," she gave him a grateful smile. "And now it's time for me to ask your name."
"Bobby Drake, at your service, ma'am," he grinned back at her before offering his arm. "Come on, it's this way..."
[ooc: NFB for distance!]