The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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Posted by Riley Sommers on Mar 14, 2010 12:46:01 GMT -6
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Riley shook her head and smiled, taking a step back and crossing her arms under her chest, ”You know, if you’re going to pull off haughty bravado like that….you really should do it before you play the whimpering little boy card.”
The kid pointed out that his refusal to take the more expensive camera probably made him stupid. Riley nodded her head, ”You can’t walk around wearing your weaknesses like a flashing neon sign. You get your ass kicked a lot, don’t you?”
Riley didn’t know why she’d suddenly decided that giving the kid a few key pieces of advice was a good idea, especially after he’d basically accused her of being some kind of freaky mutant. She had, though, and when Riley decided to do something, she did it all the way. The kid didn’t remind her o herself…she’d been far more self-sufficient by this age. There was something about him though, the undercurrent of anger that was impossible to miss. He reminded her of herself now…Riley was angry at the world too. She reached out and tapped the Polaroid that hung from the kid’s neck.
”If it’s that important…lock it up where nobody is going to be able to find it except you.” she said, ”When the people stronger than you find something that important they will exploit the hell out of it. They will exploit it until you start to hate it so much that you won’t remember why it meant anything in the first place.”
It was a tough lesson, a tough lesson that most people had to learn the hard way, if they ever had to learn it at all. Riley knew this kid because she’d seen him in her own mirror, he would learn the lesson. This was the better way, the safer way…even if a part of her knew she probably should have smashed that stupid camera when she had the chance. It would have been kinder in the long run.
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The boy was off-blance and Riley fed off of it like it was some kind of ambrosia. Keeping people off guard was something that she excelled at, and something that had served her well…over and over again.
The kid was obviously a little on the nutso side, he’d been drawing cats on the side of a building in New York City. That was inviting an ass-kicking from so many different directions on its own…then strutting around with a Polaroid and acting like it was a lifeline to a distant universe. Then accusing a passerby of doing something to his freakie-deak mutant powers.
The fact that he’d tried to use whatever it was he could do on her made Riley nearly shudder. She’d seen mutants at work, and even if this was just a kid…they could be seriously dangerous. The kid was backpedaling though, and that’s exactly where Riley planned on keeping him.
He apologized and she raised an eyebrow, removing her finger from his chest and staring him down with hard, icy-blue eyes instead. ”You talked about assaulting someone the moment you pointed out you tried to use your powers on me. You’re lucky you screwed it up.”
So it was his building, that fact changed little. Any real tagger who saw kitties on the side of a building would go to great lengths to kick the ass of the poser who put it there. Riley didn’t voice the fact, just raised an eyebrow.
She might have been ready to turn around and leave…but then the kid had to go and point out that the camera had been his mother’s. Riley smirked slightly, a derisive eyebrow raised as she looked the boy up and down. Riley had left her mother back in Chicago…the best thing she could have done. Probably for both of them. Riley had known she was a mistake from an incredibly early age, and her mother had never let a child get in the way of living life. Was that confession supposed to illicit some sort of sympathetic response? Riley hoped not.
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A competition for a humane society? If possible, Riley felt even more like a piece of dirt, which made her body stiffen even more. Who did thiskid think he was with his kitty cat graffiti and his stupid Polaroid camera? Who was he to make her feel this way for simply wanting to feel like she was the one with the control for once? Why hadn’t she just smashed that stupid camera to bits, then ground the pieces into dirt with her shoe? There weren’t answers to those questions…Riley hadn’t expected there to be. She just nodded her head when he said it.
He deflected her question about the camera, though, and the way he did it made two conflicting urges rush through Riley. One urge was to run, to run from the alleyway as fast as her heeled feet would carry her. The other was the one she acted on though. Turning slowly, eyes even more cold and hard than when she’d been ready to smash the camera, she walked towards the kid. She walked towards him slowly. The kid needed a lesson. Not only was it rude to ask about such things, asking the wrong person could seriously get him in trouble.
“You should be careful what you ask for kid. Sometimes you get it.” the dark-haired woman said, voice as cold as her eyes.
She continued approaching, eyes narrowing with each step until she was eye to eye with him. Riley was grateful for the added height her shoes gave her, and despite the absolute terror twisting her stomach at the young man’s words, the finger that poked him in the chest was anything but shaky.
”Look. If you can’t work your freak powers just because a pretty girl comes within a few feet of you, that sounds like your personal problem, not mine.”
That’s exactly what it was, after all, the panic or the hormones, or something else had caused the malfunction in whatever it was the kid could do. The nagging thoughts in the back of Riley’s head about similar situations were squashed by her refusal to believe that she was anything other than completely normal. Anger flared anew at the realization that whatever the little spazz’s powers were, he’d tried to use them on her.
”Besides, where did you get off thinking it’s alright to assault someone with your mutant powers over a stupid camera.” Riley poked again, harder, ”You’re lucky I don’t go to the cops, or talk to the person who owns this building.” She wouldn’t do anything of the sort, but Riley needed leverage….and maybe, just maybe, the thrill of knowing she again held something over the kid’s head.
Posted by Riley Sommers on Mar 9, 2010 22:30:38 GMT -6
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Riley smiled at the kid, and it wasn’t a very nice smile. Maybe it was the fact that she’d just finished practically selling herself to the skeeze who’d held the job interview…but she was getting her rocks off a little on the fact that this kid was so panicked about the dumb Polaroid she held clutched in her hand. Why was it such a big deal? Riley decided to have fun for just a little longer, it was the keening whimper that did it.
Shrugging her shoulders at his refusal of her offer, Riley slipped the Nikkon back into her purse and pulled the undeveloped picture from the front of the Polaroid. Apparently the kid had a stockpile of film for a camera that had existed so long before he was alive that it was almost ridiculous. People simply hadn’t used Polaroid cameras in years. She dropped the camera to her side again and the desperation in the kid’s grey eyes deepened her smirk . The kid spoke again…he’d almost said he needed the camera. Riley wanted to smash it. Just to see the look on his face.
Nobody liked a bully…but they liked being bullied less. This sadism actually felt good to Riley. Then she realized what she was doing.
Disgust surged through Riley as she stood in the alleyway….bullying a kid who wanted nothing more in the world at that moment than to have the camera she’d lifted to shoulder level. How was she any worse than the slime she'd just done the interview with. Just like him with his beady, all-too-knowing eyes and the way he'd licked his lips every time he'd finished looking her over. Riley took a deep breath and slowly lowered her arm, offering the camera to the young man she’d been lording it over.
”Take it, before I change my mind.” she said, the developing photo crumpling in a fist she’d clenched without even realizing it. Her eyes were frozen, and she stared at the cats. It was time to go, she turned and walked away, the feline vestiges haunting each clicking step she took.
”Why cats?” she said, hating herself for stopping, but still not turning around, ”And why are you going so apeshit over a Polaroid?”
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There were lots of things that Riley might have expected out of the kid, one of them being that he’d check her out when she bent to pick up the camera. She didn’t need to see him to know it, anyone who looked at her the way the kid had when she’d walked up would have looked. Riley didn’t mind though. It would give the teenager something to think about on long lonely nights. At any rate…the look was expected…his reaction to her picking up his camera was not.
The dark eyebrow rose again, nearly to Riley’s hairline as she studied the young man and his nearly panicked reaction to the fact that she held a Polaroid. It didn’t make sense, really. Why was the camera so important. Riley didn’t buy his line about this being his only tool for a second. There was something more to it. Riley shifted the camera to one hand and let it dangle at her side. People sometimes saw her pretty face and mistook her for a nice person. That wasn’t necessarily true, Riley was a nosey person though. Using her free hand, she reached into her purse and pulled out her pocket-sized Nikkon, holding it out to the kid.
”I like vintage things, and they don’t even make Polaroid’s anymore. What do you say to a trade? Digital pictures are the way of the world these days.” she lifted the old camera again, looking through the viewfinder and snapping a pic of the kid’s face, ”Is it hard to find film for this thing? They don’t make it anymore either.”
Posted by Riley Sommers on Mar 8, 2010 18:39:08 GMT -6
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Riley’s lips pursed together slightly when the kid gave her an unpracticed once-over. She didn’t say anything though, men had to learn to be men somewhere. A back alley in front of a kitty cat mural seemed as good as anywhere. It was a mural because you simply couldn’t call something with kitty cats graffiti. Besides, it would all wash away with the first good rain.
The kid spoke, and Riley’s pursed lips stretched into a haughty smirk as he explained why he’d chosen sidewalk chalk instead of spray paint. He said it was an artistic choice, Riley figured it was a rookie choice. The boy looked away for a moment and when he looked back he was resolute in his insistence that cats were a great place to start. He even crossed his arms as he questioned her.
”Nope. Never seen cat graffiti before…probably because if the guys who made the graffiti I’ve seen had sprayed kitties on the wall…it would have been the last thing they ever tagged.” Riley shrugged, the kid had asked.
That said, the dark haired woman made her way a little further into the alleyway, looking the walls up and down , ”At least it looks like you aren’t trespassing on anyone else’s turf. “
Crossing on arm across her middle and propping her elbow on it, Riley tapped her lips with a finger as she looked more closely at the mural, then she noticed the camera on the jacket. Bending, Riley picked it up and studied the artwork through the viewfinder. ”You a photographer too?”
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Click. Click. Click. Click click. That was the sound that Riley’s heels made on the sidewalk as she made her way down the street. Another day, another interview. Some of the photographers weren’t willing to hire her simply on word of mouth from others, some of them had to see her in person. They didn’t want to see her in hoodies and jeans either. So this day saw Riley Sommers walking down the street in an outfit that could have walked straight out of the 1950’s.
The pencil skirt really was very comfortable, despite the fact that it looked like it was molded to her hips. The flare at the bottom gave her room to move, and the fabric was stretchy as opposed to the wool that the skirt would have been made of if it had really been something out of the 50’s. The skirt was plaid, Black and white, and topped by a corset in flat black covered with a cardigan that buttoned under her well displayed feminine assets. Red lipstick topped the ensemble in stark contrast to the loose, black, curls that nestled on her shoulders. The interview had been a success. Her attempts to catch public transportation to take her home, not so much…and as comfortable as the outfit was…the shoes were staring to kill. That’s what 3 inch pumps did, though. They hurt.
Riley rounded a corner, making her way down the New York street and tried to take her mind of the aching of her feet by looking down the various streets and alleys that crossed her path. As always, there were people doing all sorts of things. Some that didn’t warrant further thought, some that warranted too much. Down one, was a teenager. A teenager attempting to graffiti the side of a building. With chalk. Riley couldn’t help herself, she clicked until she was next to him.
”Usually…spray paint works better.” she said, observing the attempts at vandalism. A dark eyebrow rose slowly, ”Cats….really?”
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Riley actually sighed in relief when Rupert pointed out that he wasn’t expecting anything. Honestly, she didn’t know why she’d worried about something like that from the self-proclaimed asshole…but still. That was the risk with meeting and going home with someone all in the same day…sometimes they surprised you in nasty ways.
Sometimes they didn’t. Rupert even packaged her getaway in a nice little bundle, complete with a bow on top that said, ’I’m not expecting you to call later.’ Maybe this hook-up had been an even better idea than she’d thought. Riley was suddenly glad she’d left a real number instead of a fake one. She smiled her relief at Rupert as she stood up and gathered her things. ”I’d help, but you know how it is. Dishpan hands and a photo shoot don’t exactly go hand in hand.” That was all the detail he was getting…let him wonder. Riley hadn’t poked around, maybe he’d even seen one of her shoots in a magazine. Not that he’d have recognized her, dressed down as she was the night before.
”Thanks for the pasta…and everything else.” she said as she made her way to the door, only to stop on the threshold and cast a look over her shoulder before slipping out and shutting the door.
”Don’t hesitate to use that number. For an asshole, you’re not half bad.”
Posted by Riley Sommers on Feb 27, 2010 0:15:53 GMT -6
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Oh, it totally figured. Now the kid decided it was time to leave, but only after staring them down from her position on the opposite side of the table. The smirk was absolutely remarkable, and the comment equally so. The kid had style, Riley had to hand it to her. The thing about it was, she held that smirk, held that posture, held that last comment for just a second too long. Something was up. Riley knew other women…and there was something up with the kid as she made her way out the door.
That was a kick in the ass too, the fact that the kid had made it out of Rupert’s apartment before she had. Realization rolled through Riley, this was exactly what she’d been hoping to avoid, and probably what Maya had planned all along. Here she was, alone…with her one night stand. Riley didn’t stop to wonder if leaving her number reclassified this as something other than a one-night stand, she just clenched her teeth slightly and waited for an awkwardness that simply refused to come as Rupert cleared away the dishes.
Not only was it not awkward, but Rupert seemed to think that there was nothing wrong with the whole weird situation that had just gone down and when he smiled apologetically in her direction, she gave him a half smile back. This was the awkwardness she’d been afraid of. Rupert spoke, though, and Riley chuckled low and slow.
>>“Do you need a ride anywhere?”
”I think we covered that pretty well last night.” she said, the tone of her voice suggesting that her words had nothing to do with an automobile ride. It was a slightly off color statement, but more importantly it was a great distracter, the only place Riley was going was her place…and Riley didn’t take people to her place. Even if they were just dropping her off outside, ”Besides, then I’d have to admit that I don’t actually have to work until this afternoon, and I’ve been desperately trying to avoid this conversation since I woke up. Not that everything wasn’t great…this whole…” Riley gestured at the plates, and Rupert himself, ”…business, just really isn’t my thing.”
There, she’d effectively steered the topic away from both her career and him taking her anywhere. Riley had also managed to pretend like the teenage brat never existed. Things were going swimmingly, if only she could get out of the apartment now. She’d definitely met all her morning after obligations… hopefully he’d make it easy on her.
Posted by Riley Sommers on Feb 23, 2010 22:01:28 GMT -6
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The kid really thought she was cute. In reality, she was just annoying. At least to Riley, who was less and less impressed by the second. As Maya played with the dog, Riley leaned back in her chair, actually full this time. She didn’t miss Rupert’s eyes, taking stock again after she made the comment about her shoot. It wasn’t something she’d intended to mention, but worse things had happened to Riley and she wasn’t going to dwell on it. Instead she smiled and quirked an amused eyebrow.
Rupert added to her plans for the body and Riley nodded, he really was shockingly good at this. Yes, a graveyard would be a great place, except that timing was everything if they were going to take that path. Riley picked up her coffee cup to sip as she thought and scowled, the damn thing was still empty. It was set back down on the table with a clink and Riley settled for tapping a finger against her lips for a moment before she spoke, ”Yes, a grave yard would be lovely, poetic even.” Rupert was right though, they’d have to find a way to keep her quiet in transit…
Maya was at it again, thinking she was cute. Riley smiled at her in quite possibly the most patronizing way possible. ”Do you think you could put that in writing, exactly as you just said it? It would be great if someone found that scribbled in a notebook in a cleverly placed backpack near the body. ”
She turned in her chair, facing Rupert more completely and ignoring Maya as much as possible, ”As to getting her there…maybe we could plant a situation where she’s completely unwelcome right where we want her. It would probably draw her like a moth to flame.”
Riley realized with a bit of a shock that she was actually contemplating this scenario as if it were going to happen and picked up the empty coffee cup again…just in time to hear that Rupert used to be a cop. Riley bobbled the cup a little, then set it down.
Huh. A cop. Riley had worked her way out of a couple of sticky situations with cops over the years, but had never walked into one willingly. She looked at Rupert again, curiously, it didn’t quite add up. He limped when he walked…how did he run? The scar on his chest hadn’t been missed either. Riley had seen and read how dangerous it was to be a beat cop in New York since Mutants had taken the place over, but she’d never really seen it first hand. She didn’t say anything.
She’d missed what Maya said about hanging, but Rupert’s reply seemed to make sense. This breakfast had worked out better than the morning after apocalypse she’d feared, but things were still a little strange. Riley wasn’t used to lingering in situations like these. Her shoot was still a few hours out, but there really were things she needed to do. The DMV had been the first in a small list of errands that had been wiped out by what had happened with Rupert.
”As fun as this turned out…I really do have work this afternoon…” Riley said, looking at the empty coffee cup, ”That wasn’t a cop out story. If I showed up looking like this, they’d take one look and tell me to hit the road.” The eyes stayed on the coffee cup, ”And rent’s due next week…so that would be bad.” That was true, and while work hadn’t been exactly scarce, word got around if a model started to be a pain. She finally turned back to Maya.
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Yeah. Sitting across the table from the kid had been a good idea, but Riley still judged the distance and wondered if she’d be able to land the slap if she tried. Probably not, she was right at average height for a woman and the table had obviously been made to accommodate amazons in the slapping department. Riley supposed that meant the kid got away with calling her a hook up. It didn’t matter if that’s what she was…it was the principle of the thing that mattered.
The eggs were staring at her, and the ham was mocking her. With a sigh, Riley reached out and picked up her fork, taking one more bite of the still warm food, glaring at the kid, then gesturing with the fork in almost the same fashion as Rupert. ”If this messes up my shoot. I might kill you again, just for fun.” More eggs, more ham. It was too late now. Besides, her coffee was empty. Riley pushed the cup forward, staring at it expectantly, then Maya.
Maya didn’t get a vote. Riley smiled at Rupert at that, then took another bite of eggs. Riley looked at the poodle, it wouldn’t make a very good living shield anyway. It’s mouth dropped open and its tongue lolled out. It really was a cute dog though.
Rupert suggested hanging, and mentioned emo kids and Riley actually laughed out loud a little bit. ”Yeah…don’t they play some game and kill themselves every once and a while doing it.”
Riley looked at Rupert, blue eyes serious, ”Got any ties? And do we move her from your apartment before or after she’s dead? It wouldn’t do for anyone to find her here.” Hmm. Why hadn’t she thought of that last night? Not hiding the body, of course, but the ties.
They really were kind of getting into this morbid conversation, but Riley didn’t really mind. It was actually kind of fun to verbalize your frustration with a situation this way. Besides, the only one who knew about the conversation was the kid…and if she ended up dead, there’d be no witnesses to say it ever happened.
Her coffee cup was still empty. Riley looked at it again, then at Maya again, this time an eyebrow raised.
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Rupert’s seeming obsession with killing the child was actually reassuring to Riley. That might have seemed strange to the average person, but to Riley that one little word, ‘dead’ meant a couple of things. First, it meant that this scenario wasn’t regular, this…child, didn’t cook breakfast for Rupert on a regular basis. That was good, it meant Riley’s DMV hookup wasn’t keeping the kid in a closet as a slave or something even more sinister. Second, it meant that Rupert felt the same way Riley did about the way the morning had gone. Maybe death was a little extreme…but the kid at least deserved an ass kicking, a solid ass kicking.
Rupert sat next to her and Riley nodded her head, satisfied with his decision. She didn’t think things would end well if the kid was within arm’s reach. That ass-kicking was just a little too tempting.
Maya commented that the last time he’d threatened to kill her, she’d cleaned his bathroom. One of Riley’s eyebrows rose at that but the eggs were in front of her still, and she stabbed a forkful and popped them into her mouth, chewing and swallowing before she could say or do anything she might regret.
Rupert had gotten the note and that elicited another satisfied nod, the note had said it all, she didn’t need to expound. She did smile back though, he’d earned it…a few times. More eggs and a piece of the ham went into Riley’s mouth and down into her belly. That was it though, the plate was pushed to the middle of the table to be replaced by the coffee cup. Riley sipped at the dark liquid without adding anything to it, she liked her coffee black…it was strongest that way. It had served well to take the edge off of other cravings at one point and the preference for the unaltered bitterness of the drink had never worn off. The eggs and ham were tempting, but Riley hadn’t been lying…she did have a photoshoot that afternoon. It was never a good idea to eat before those things.
They were all sitting in slightly awkward silence for a moment before Rupert spoke. When he did, a small smile turned up the corner of Riley’s mouth. What a second date…but the clean up after the burying of the body had potential for fun. She turned her head and stared at the kid, the smile was gone, and as she spoke to Rupert, she didn’t turn her head to look at him. Riley just kept staring at the kid, ”A gun would be too messy, and loud…what fun would it be if we got caught? Maybe just wrap your hands around her throat and squeeze. That‘d be quiet…and probably way more satisfying.”
There was no ham in a little fun at the kid’s expense. They were joking after all….weren’t they?
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>> "RUPERT! Rise and shine, cupcake, breakfast's ready and the lady can't wait aroun' all day!"
Riley said a silent prayer of apology for every bit of grief she’d given her mother growing up. Granted, the woman hadn’t exactly been present while Riley had grown up, but there had been times when Riley had felt the need to exercise teenage rebellion. She felt bad now. She also sat down, hard. The last thing she needed was the hook-up from the night before watching her sprint through the door. It looked like Riley Sommers was eating breakfast.
>> *THUD* “FUCK”
Riley actually smiled at that. It sounded like Rupert was every bit as happy as she was. It was a shame, she narrowed eyes at the kid in the kitchen, ”And if you knew him half as well as you act, you’d know he’s an insomniac. You just pulled him out of what was probably much needed sleep. I knew that and I just met him yesterday.” That one earned a slow clap, two of them.
More grumbling from the direction of the bedroom, more cursing, and a grumbling, glowering Rupert emerged from the other side of the apartment…in the same clothes as the day before. Riley couldn’t judge, she was also wearing the same clothes from the day before.
Riley took an opportunity to study the man as he faced the teenager who was still cooking. She really hadn’t done badly for herself the night before, not badly at all. She even smiled when Rupert promised death for the interloping teenager. He turned and smiled and Riley smiled back a bit sheepishly, eyes fixed on the plate in front of her, ”I didn’t want to wake you up. Told you I knew a surefire cure for insomnia. You were out like a light.”
She picked up the fork and poked at the eggs, ”I left a note…and can I help when you kill the kid? I’d hoped to avoid any awkwardness.”
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Riley’s mouth tightened a little in frustration as the kid goaded her again. Truth be told, it had been good, or Riley wouldn’t have left her number. Sure it was a….worldly way of doing things, but Riley had a feeling that she wasn’t breaking any hearts by assuming this was going to be a casual sort of thing. That’s what girls like Riley did, casual. Who wanted to settled down with a girl who took off her clothes for money, or had done the things that Riley had done in the past. She shrugged her shoulders in response to the kid’s question. She took the coffee and sipped, no sugar or cream. It wasn’t bad.
Maya pointed out that Rupert didn’t do this all that often, and Riley spluttered slightly and shook her head. These were the exact conversations she’d hoped to miss out on by sneaking out quietly and leaving a note. This kid was messing things up though, ”Good to know.” Riley said, afraid that Maya would keep talking if the silence stretched.
The kid sat down across from Riley and she actually looked down at the plate in front of her for the first time. The food looked pretty good. Riley didn’t want to eat though, eating breakfast the next morning was like an acquiescence that what had gone down was something more than a fling. Riley only did flings. She readjusted her purse and got ready to stand.
”Look kid. I’m sure you’re trying to do the right thing here, but maybe you should leave the grown up stuff to the grown ups.” The kid couldn’t be past 16, could she? Riley felt like she was even older than the 10 years the calendar probably gave her. ”Will you make sure he gets the note, though? He‘s a nice guy, no matter what he thinks.”
