Waiting(Open)

[syrita]

Waiting sucks. Really it does. Especially when your uniform consists of a miniskirt and a form fitting blouse with a necktie. At least she could wear whatever shoes she wanted to as long as they were closed-toe. This, obviously, led to her wearing black boots that went up to her knee and were covered in buckles. Syrita was lucky to have a job, yes, but that didn't make her customers suck any less.

Thanking God, she made her way to her last table of her shift. After ten long hours the nightmare was finally nearly over. She had recoated her red lipstick (she always got better tips with it on) but when she reached table ten, she was regretting it. Her last table consisted of three creepy old men who, while good tippers, were vulgar and didn't seem to mind that she was young enough to be their granddaughter. They still constantly made jokes about 'what they would do to her'. It happened with a few other waitresses as well, but it seemed to bother them less.

After about fortyfive minutes of falsly laughing at their crude, and sometimes racist humor, she returned with their check. To her utter shock and horror and second she turned around, a wrinkly old hand smacked her rump. She walked away from them as quickly as possible, passing Miranda, another waitress, who asked her what was wrong. In response, she declared that she was going to vomit. Were it a young and attractive guy she probably wouldn't have minded as much, but this man was at least in his seventies.

Once she was between the bathrooms and the kitchen, she flung herself against the wall and slid down to take a seat. "Ugh, it's just so...wrong!" she rambled to herself.

[Victor Creed]

Victor Creed walked into the diner type establishment. It just happened to be the closest one to him at the time when he realized he could use a drink, and maybe some food. He seemed to be dressed a little warmly, with black military style cargo pants and a large overcoat covering the simple shirt underneath.

Pushing past the door, Victor made his way over to the bar area, sitting down on a stool and picking up a menu. He looked over it, wondering if this place really had anything good to eat. A lot of the dives had the best food after all, you just didn't want to see how they cooked it.

The roudiness of the old men in a booth not too far away didn't escape him. But after all these years he got used to tuning out even the most annoying sounds. Just as he was going to order his beer the waitress has scurried back out of view. Damned old men scared off his beer fetcher. A slight snarl came to his lip before another waitress noticed him and took his order quickly enough. Amber eyes continued to stare at the menu infront of him though, contemplating on what food would sound good at the moment.

[syrita]

She composed herself and after a while, she decided to finally brave the evil bastards again. She put on her fake grin and took their check, storming off again to rapidly retrieve their change. When she came back she looked chipper and perky as ever. Even if she had complained about their behavior to her managers nothing would have come of it. The most vulgar of the trio was the owner of her workplace. It seemed odd to her that he insisted on acting like an ordinary customer and paying for his food when he could have gotten it free, but she got her tips. That was all she needed. Once she gave them back their change, she walked up to the bar and stood a few stools away from Victor.

She glanced up and down the bar, noticing that Terrence, one of the managers and the bartender, wasn't there. That could mean only one thing. He was occupied with stocking. She rolled her eyes and slammed her hand hard on the wood twice before her manager popped up.

"My last table just left and you have left a customer waiting."

Terrence instantly stumbled over himself to get to Victor, asking him what he could do for him and franticly apologizing. Syrita smirked and shook her head before walking around the bar to retrieve her bag. She pulled her jacket on and snuck behind a corner to pull a red halter top under her work shirt, pulling the dull white blouse off under her jacket, pouring herself a shot of vodka. She subtly took the shotglass, hoping Terrence wouldn't see, but he told her to put it back. She glared at him. He always let her drink a shot after work, even though she was technically still underaged. Syrita rolled her eyes and sat on a barstool, waiting to have a discussion with him once he finished with Victor.

[Victor Creed]

Creed arched a brow as the blonde made a fuss about giving him attention. He really didn't care...as long as he had his beer he was fine. He took a good swallow of it and put the bottle back down the bartop. He had waited longer for drinks before anyway. This one was empty so what did it really matter if the service was a little slow? He just expected that his drinks should be of...better quality then. Though he couldn't help smirking slightly as the girl tried to sneak a shot of vodka. Kids...always trying to grow up so fast, they end up missing the good years of their lives.

Not that he didn't admire the ones that lived dangerously...they just usually paired that daring attitude with stupidity. And that was what got them killed.

It was another few minutes until Victor finally decided against food and simply ordered two shots of whiskey to go with his beer. Mostly just so the bartender would leave him alone for a minute once he had those shots infront of him. It wasn't too much longer once Terrance left him alone that he threw back one of those shots and felt the liquid sting as it went down. Now that was a good whiskey...

[syrita]

Syrita really didn't care either way if the customers were happy or not. Why should she? She was off work. Whatever happened no wasn't her problem anymore. The only reason she had brought that to Terrence's attention was because Terrence was a people pleaser. If he were to be mugged he'd smile and had over his wallet and tell them he had just gotten a knee replacement so that was the best place to bring him down.

Terrence was also the closest friend that Syrita had in the city. They'd go shopping at get pedicures together on their days off. He was still in the closet, but Syrita didn't care.

He asked her what was bother her and under her breath, she explained to him that she had overheard the writer of their checks implying to his friends that they would have a foursome with her. Syrita was no innocent, but that didn't mean she wanted three wrinkly old men violating her. Even the thought made her sick to her stomach.

Terrence cringed at this. As she expected, he pulled a bottle of Gray Goose and pushed it to her. She smirked at him and he proceeded with his duties. She poured one shot and downed it, quickly pouring another and repeating the action. This went on for two more shots. She may have been insanely thin but that didn't mean she couldn't hold her liqour. She was about to down another when an annoucment on the news caught her attention.

They were calling it a mutant plague. Her eyes were glued to the television until a comercial came on. Behind her she heard another one of the restraunts regulars, an ugly old woman who wore too much metallic teal eyeshadow, loudly declared that she hoped the sickness would wipe out all of the mutants. When she called them all 'disgusting vile creatures' and professed her pleasure at never meeting one, Syrita slammed her shotglass onto the bar. She may have had four shots in a row but she wasn't even feeling a buzz yet.

"If you haven't met one, how would you know what they're like?"

She glared at the old woman and she could feel her skin growing hot, something that often happened when she was angry.

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[Victor Creed]

The next shot of whiskey was down just before that news broadcast. A plague huh? Only effected mutants? Creed couldn't help but to chuckle to himself. Mostly because he knew that he was one mutant that wouldn't get the stupid disease.

And then that old woman spoke up. He tilted his head slightly to look back at the woman then glanced towards the blonde again as she retorted to the old lady. Victor took a moment to finish his beer before he stood up and put down money for his bill. He left a bit of a tip for the kid before he turned and walked over to the old woman.

His large hand went to the surface of her table, while his black claws dug into the wood, easily creating claw marks in the table. "Didn't your momma tell you, if you dont have anything nice 't say, ya don't say anything at all?" While the spoken word of 'mutant bashing' didn't really bother Victor. It was just people like her that thought they were so high and mighty. Which was probably why Magneto and him saw eye to eye with each other so often. Humans were stupid roaches that had no reason to live other than to take up space. Mutants on the other hand...could at least do something productive for the world.

Though Victor enjoyed causing people discomfort and the look on the woman's face was priceless. "Never say never..." Creed grinned to her then, showing off the sharp points of his teeth.

[syrita]

It was then that Terrence did something she never would have expected. He pulled a rifle out from under the bar and aimed it at Victor. Terrence acting violently was something she never expected to see. His voice was shakey but he firmly requested that Victor leave and that if he promised to not hurt anyone then his drinks were on the house.

Syrita was in a bit of a daze. She'd never met another mutant before and here was one right in front of her. Maybe he could help her. Maybe he'd kill her if she asked. She wouldn't know unless she tried though. However, now she needed to try and find a way to end this little tiff before it ended in bloodshed.

She took the barrel of the gun and slammed it down into the bar before glaring at Terrence. "I expected better from you, of all people." she growled before yanking the gun away and throwing it back down at his feet. She put the cork in her bottle and seized it before walking towards Victor and reaching over him to test the wine the old woman had been drinking. "At this point killing her wouldn't make any sense. She's, like, 96 years old. Wouldn't it be more suiting for her to go out drowning in her own soil and piss?" She gulped the wine before heading for the door, planning on waiting for him to exit.

[Victor Creed]

Victor let out a growl as he turned his head away from the woman to look at the man that drew the shot gun on him. Bad idea...very bad. But before he could do anything about the current situation the blonde intervened. Lucky for him. He watched the girl as she took the bottle of liquor and tasted the wine and headed for the door. And he thought he drank a lot.

Meanwhile his claws had dug deeper into the table and he finally pulled them free with a smirk to the old woman. "Well I've at least shaved off a few of those little years you have left didn't I?" He straightened himself up and rolled his shoulders to settle the overcoat on his shoulders before those amber eyes turned to the boy again. "You should go buy a lottery ticket kid." After all he had no idea how lucky he had just become.

Creed moved from the quivering woman and out onto the sidewalk. Amber red eyes glanced over to the blonde, partly in irritation. After all....she interupted what could have been a nice blood bath... He shook his head alittle and turned to walk down the sidewalk and away from her. Kids...

[syrita]

She glared at him when he exited. Most would have shrunk away and accepted the rejection, but Syrika wouldn't do that. Not without a fight. Back at home she was known for her spunk. She survived her life from almost spunk alone. Her old life may have been gone, but she wasn't.

Syrika pushed off the wall and walked after him, keeping with his pace and glaring at the back of his head. She wasn't exactly sure of just what she should say to him, but that didn't mean it would stop her. She'd sound like an idiot if she had to, but she just needed to talk to him.

"You're the first mutant I've met."

She called after him, not stopping her steps. It was warm enough out that she didn't need to wear her jacket, which was black leather than fit her form like a corset when zipped up.

She wasn't afraid of him. She had no reason to be. She hadn't used her powers in weeks. If she wanted to she could have toppled over buildings at least a mile away. She was getting feverish because of it, but it was better that than risk being shipped away to be a labrat somewhere.

[Victor Creed]

Funny how suddenly mutants were hard to come by? He stopped suddenly, letting her bump into him..which was like bumping into a brick wall except there was slightly more cushion with the coat and all. He turned to look at her with an arched brow. "Why do I get the feeling you don't even know what a mutant is little girl?" He assumed the girl comment would piss her offf, and he didn't care.

"I'm probably just the first one that actually showed off infront of you." Not that what he did was showing off. You couldn't hide his claws but people still seemed to not notice them until he used them for something.

"And last I checked...I didn't get your name. So we haven't met." He smirked to her in a sarcastic manner before he continued on. Last thing he needed was some hitch hiker clinging onto him like some pathetic student clinging onto Logan. Not that he hadn't thought of having his own little army to cause mayhem through the city.... But he went back to walking and attempting to ignore her. Something inside him said that this encounter was far from over.

[syrita]

"I can understand why you'd think that." It probably wasn't the reply he was hoping for. She could read people pretty well and from what she saw he liked to stir fire. That didn't make them all too different. They just used a different kind of fire. "Let's be frank, I'm just an idiotic little blond girl that probably just got out of high school, but I'm no idiot. When it comes to science I'm not brilliant, I'll admit, but I'm not the twitty little imbecile I'm pretty sure you see in me. And I'm not afraid of you."

"My name is Syrita and I'm not done talking to you."

After being sure they were alone, she balled her hand into a fist and allowed a fiery plasma ball to fabricate. Were it not so deadly it could have been very beautiful. She arched her arm back and hurled the ball forward, intentionally missing him, but destroying the corner of a red brick building with the comtact.

She glared at his back, hoping she had his attention. She had played softball for four years in high school and her pitching was how her team had won state. She wouldn't miss again.

[Victor Creed]

Creed didn't even flinch as that plasma ball flew past him and blew up that brick. Interesting. A nice power that was for sure. But did she just say what he thought she said? Wasn't afraid of him? Oh she had plenty of reason to be afraid...

Victor growled, and in a split moment he had her by the neck with one hand and pinned up against the nearest alley wall. "Not afraid? There's plenty of reason to be afraid Darlin." He growled again while tightening his grip upon her neck. He had no intention of killing her really...just wanted to show her who she was dealing with. If she wanted to keep pushing buttons, well that was her perogative. And he wouldn't be responsible for his actions.

He gave her a moment to panic, just enough to make her think he'd snap her neck like a twig, before he let her go. She dropped an inch or two onto her feet while still having that wall for a brace if she needed it. "So...Syrita...let's talk." He smirked at her. He had to admire her spunk, but he was far from being a nice guy.

[syrita]

She didn't struggle as she was sure he wanted her to. Instead, she took in a deep breath once she was released. She rubbed her neck, hoping she wouldn't get a bruise. That wouldn't be easy to explain.

"I have no fear of death, and bringing it seems to be your hobby. It's nothing personal. Were I normal then I'd probably be terrified of you, but I'm not normal. Even when I didn't know I was a mutant I was still a freak."

She felt the bones in her neck and in no time a loud cracking sound filled the air as she thrust her head to the side.

"You popped my neck out. That wasn't very nice." She popped her neck on the other side as well before shaking her hair out and exhaling. "You might not want to do that again. Not because I'd try and push your buttons anymore, I may be a freak but I'm not stupid." She'd never admit it but she liked it rough and extreme roughness, such as he displayed, had a tendency to lead to less acceptable actions that were not appropriate for public display.

Syrita didn't like to beat around the bush, so she didn't.

"Do you know many other people like us?"

[Victor Creed]

He stared at her for a long moment, almost as if he was trying to decide if she was bullshitting him or not. It seemed the spunky girl was genuine. But when did he become a magnet for wayward teens? "I'm sorry?" Oh he wasn't sorry and he didn't act like he was either. "Something you need to learn...I'm not a nice man." He smirked as he placed his hand upon the wall above her head so that he could loom over her more.

"So if you have any wild," he used his other hand to gesture in the air by wiggling his clawed fingers, "idea that I'm some charity case that you can turn around...give it up now girl."He didn't think she was the type to do that, but he was just covering his bases at the moment.

He quickly changed the subject just as she did though. "There are hundreds, thousands...maybe even millions. I'm sure you've seen plenty...you just weren't looking hard enough. But yea, I know a good amount." He smirked at her again. "You'd be surprised who has powers that dont stick out too much."

[syrita]

She huffed out a laugh and crossed her arms across her chest. She smirked and shook her head. "I already told you that I'm not afraid of you. I'm not afraid of pain either."

"It actually kind of turns me on." she thought to herself. He didn't need to know that though.

At this last statement, she had to laugh. "Oh god, I thought I had already established the fact that I. Am. Not. Stupid. You can't change people. The only person who can change a person is the person in question in need of the change so trying to change someone who dosn't want to change is a waste of time."

She pursed her lips and laughed a bit before mumbling under her breath. "That's what she said."

It was immature, yes, and she had clearly watched far too many episodes of The Office, but she could never turn down a good 'that's what she said joke'.

She cleared her throat and continued as if nothing had happened. "Where would I be able to find them?" She didn't have the slightest idea where she could find a place where she wouldnt' be alone anymore. Syrita was tired of being alone.