I Think It's Time To Talk (Open To All)

Dreary, dreary, dreary, that was what this day was truly becoming. Something of a monotonous bore, which is saying quite a bit when one's dangling on the cusp of death itself. It was true though, there really was no thrill with simply putting oneself close to the abyss any longer. Even in circumstances such as these when a single error would result in certain demise. It was because he knew, deep within himself, that a single error would not occur without intervention of outside forces. Considering that he had no reason to think that any certain deity was "beefing" with him, this seemed rather unlikely. Oh how he wished and wished for another to join him this afternoon, but as they say, a Wish is simply a Wish, or was it.

Just as all hope seemed lost for him to encounter another, a body shocking nudge would be felt. The type of stir that would send most flying off the edge of the bridge into the watery depths. This wouldn't be the case for Zane, however, the push would not go unnoticed in the least. His heart would leap in fear as he subconsciously caught his balance before it was lost. Unrecognizable to the naked eye, his feet had moved milla-inches following the startling surprise. Not alot by regular standards, when one's footing can be compromised by merely three or four though this because a mind boggling amount.

Subsequently after regaining his footing on the steel girder that held him, he would turn his head thusly. What would catch his eyes next was somewhat of a nearly unexplainable oddity. Something so strange and paranormal that it would take him a few moments alone to simply process it. A violation of all established laws of what classified someone as a Homosapian and a clear indication that either he was in the presence of another mutant or he had gone bat shit insane from staring into the ocean for so long.

Standing, well, fluttering before him was some odd amalgamation of insect and human. A girl looking to be around ten years old from from her frame alone. This couldn't have been the case though with the five piercings lodged in each ear, even more so when one notices the sole piercing on her nose. Judging by her overall appearance he would make her out to be around fifteen or sixteen years old and incredibly under developed at that. The oddest thing of all though was the dragon fly like wings that protruded from her back, pulsingly keeping her airborne.

It was this characteristic that would leave Zane wondering what the hell she was. Although he would quickly conclude that she was either a science project gone awry, an awful hallucination caused by some deep down bug fetish he never knew he had or she was a mutant. Considering he hadn't heard anything in the news about escaping bug girls and he wasn't really into teenage girls, he figured she had to be a Homo Superior. An odd one to boot, he had never seen anything quite like this before. What with the wings and the swarm of flies around her.

He to was a mutant though, on top of that he was adverse to any type of judgementalism. He would greet her the same way he would greet any person who had come to answer his plea to the gods. All in all, even if he had been a close minded mutant hater, she was still someone he could talk to, which is all he really wanted right now. As they say, beggars can't be choosers and in this circumstance he most certainly was the beggar.

"Aren't you done yet?"

What was she implying with that comment, was she suggesting that he could possibly be ready to leap to his death. What a hilarious idea indeed that was, that Zane "Wish" Bliss had come out upon this day to cast aside his life in the murky depts of the dirty East River. Even if he was going to kill himself, why would he choose this polluted waste of water to be his final resting place. No, despite what it seemed like, he wouldn't be out here to cut the string of life on good old Wish.

""You implyin dat I'm out 'ere to en' my life deary. Why it couldn' be further from da trufe. I'm out 'ere to live life, feel a nice breeze from da blue sea's yah know. Really push it to da limit, see how far I can go. Real ques'in is what's a small lass like you doin out 'ere."

While it was obvious that she tempted no fates with a falling death, it was still odd that she was floating around the bridge at all. Even more so that she was waiting, ney hoping, for him to cast himself off into the see, from the sound of her tone and word usage at least. Hopefully he'd be able to get a good conversation out of the gal before she took her flying elsewhere. At the very least find out why she wanted to see him sink so badly.

"Ah, life and living, how philosophical of you"

The young girl would retort back at him. That put a smile on his face, he liked knowing that she was actually listening to what he said. Then something rather unexpected would occur, a mild collision between her hand and his shoulder blade. Quite weak indeed, most likely due to her under developed body. It looked as though she had gone weeks without eating. This was aside the point, however, she had nearly knocked him clean off the edge of the bridge. Despite how weak she was, there was only about a foot of clean space to stand on and if he lost even half of it, he'd be taking a rather gruesome plunge.

His body would lean forward with the smack, but, thanks to his years of training he would reflexively bend his knee's and lean back slightly to quickly regain it. The gesture itself was quite confounding, was she merely congratulating him for his insightful ideology or was there a more sinister means behind this. Only time and observation would tell if she was trying to befriend or kill him, for now he would give her the benefit of the doubt and remain her with her.

"What I'm doing here, I was just joyriding on the inside of a, errr.... Truck."

She would say with a slight pause before truck. Then using a combination of hand and body movements, the gal would show how big the truck was after making a hand motion to signify the bridge. This girl was quite odd indeed, yet still playful, a good combination to say the least. There was still a question unanswered though, why was she waiting for him to jump. It didn't seem from her current diction that it was out of concern. In his mind, it was more likely then not that she was hoping to see him go splat this evening.

"Hey. If you really want to live, I know this farm a few miles away. They let the bull sleep outside with the cows. Cow tipping is like Russian roulette. That could be living."

Now there was an idea, something he had actually never done before. Not in any country he had resided in had cow tipping been popular. Now that he was in America, perhaps he should give it a try. It seemed fun and exciting enough, in fact just a few weeks prior he had seen a movie that included a scene where two boys were "tipping cows". They would then proceed to escape and continue there hijinks elsewhere, but the overall idea on how it's done got through to him.

""Oi, I've neva been cow tippin before. Jumped off rock faces, flipped t'rough busy traffic, even body surfed down a pyr'mid once. Now that was a bloody fun time. Neva in my life doh 'az I been cow tippin. De're's bulls to yah say. Like wit tah 'orns and such? I can't belive I neva tought of it before. 'Ey I got an even betta idea, why do'n chu join me. Could be a nice spotta action in it for yah"

It really did sound exciting to him and perhaps he would get the chance to learn a little bit more about this girl. Nothing would help him find out whether she was lingering around for his death better then something that put it right into both there faces. Then again most girls around the age of fifteen as she appeared to be would be far to squeamish to attempt such an ordeal. Who knows though, if she did come it could really end out being an adventure.