A Chance Meeting [Grayson]

[hana]

[atrb=border,0,true] [classy=ai1b][classy=ai1d][/classy][classy=ai1c] I'm having fun, don't put me down¯¯¯¯¯¯¯[/classy] ❧ It was surely a dismal day. Hana had not yet found her way around Mars and every corner seemed like a completely different planet to her. She had no idea how she was going to do business properly if she couldn’t even make it down the street. Her home, Ganymede, seemed like it was really a fairy tale in comparison to catastrophe that was Mars. Even with all these things happening, Hana was able to collect some of the things she needed to get along. The money she stole from her uncle had got her to Mars, and bought her a place to stay for a while. She had easily started making money from drugs in such a big place, and everything else she needed…she borrowed for now. That was how she had eaten for the last month or so. At first Uncle Jiro’s money had bought her some scraps, but now she was down to rent money alone. Crime did not pay as fast as people imagined it did, unless you were a member of some sort of organization. But Hana did not want that sort of attention. She had already made a name for herself on Ganymede and was preceding the same here on Mars. The other day she saw that she now had a bounty on her head, and she panicked. It had only been a little bit of time since she lived here, but she really was moving fast. Between all her stolen goods, and the customers she was racking up, she was becoming popular to talk about. Hopefully no bounty hunters had gotten wind of her current situation, or they would have a field day. Fortunately for her, Hana was a proficient fighter, speedy as a cheetah, and packed two .45s on her at all times. She didn’t ever want to hurt anyone, but she had come too far to ever go back. Hana didn’t like to think about it, but she had left plenty of people on their death beds in her short twenty one years of life. It was hard to stomach, so she slid it back inside her head. Now she was on her way looking for something to eat. She had not been paid for a couple days and was getting irritable and seriously destitute. But she would not have left for Mars if she didn’t think she could handle herself. She was about ready to get some food no matter how she had to do it. Pickpocketing was kind of out…so she would have to find a store or a person with food on them. She looked like a bit of a slob wearing her matted tee shirt with ripped up jeans. The only thing nice looking on her was her slightly expensive looking black leather boots that her jeans were tucked into. She reached down toward them and pulled out a cigarette. That was something she was not going go without no matter how broke. As she started to try and light it, she watched the cigarette and not where she was going. All of a sudden she felt a thunk as she ran into something in front of her. She was hoping it was just a person and not some sort of light post [classy=ai1a]WORD COUNT: 546 ¯ OOC:[/classy][/classy] table by . texture from dinpattern.

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[grayson king]

→ A CHANCE MEETING // -
Grayson had been a busy man this last while.. He had dedicated himself entirely to bounty hunting. In fact, it was to the point one would consider it almost unhealthy. But at least he had something to pass time by with. None the less, he walked the streets of some of the cities of Mars, the planet he was born on, and it never ceased to amaze him just how far the locales reached. He had intended on loading up on some supplies, but he was in a city he wasn't exactly accustomed to. And people weren't exactly willing to open their doors to a strange, masked individual to start with. It had been a bit of a slow week for Grayson, though. There weren't a lot of bounties coming up, so he decided to take a day to simply walk around a few areas. After all, people often whispered of lurking bounty heads all over. And he hoped luck was on his side in this instance. He had stopped off at a store or two, picking up whatever he could afford, and a pack of cigarettes for good measure. Then he was off.

He couldn't help but take notice to the fact that a few locals were taking notice to him. He didn't dress particularly special, just a black jacket, t-shirt colored in grey, and a pair of jeans. Nothing special.. Except the helmet with the mask to shroud his face. That was all it took for him to receive looks. I mean, who wouldn't think a guy who went as far as to hide himself like that, would be up to something suspicious? Despite this stranger to this city walking around, after a moment of distraction, he began to light up a cigarette. He himself felt a sudden thump, and suddenly his eyes fixated on the individual who bumped into him..

Much to his surprise, it was a woman? Grayson stood there for a moment, no real expression on his face. He just looked at her blankly for a moment, he gave off a cold stare that some might consider to be eerie in a sense. "... You know, smoking will kill you." He said in a rather apathetic voice, as he took a puff of his cigarette. He realized he wasn't exactly the poster boy for anti smoking. After all, it was just one of many recent habits he had taken up. None the less, Grayson sighed to himself for a moment and spoke after taking his cigarette out of his mouth for a second, puffing smoke. "I suggest you watch where you're going next time.. Not everyone's as nice as I am." He turned his attention away from her and continued on in the direction he had been going. Obviously he was a man of few words, and those few words were quite interesting. It was hard to say whether he was being a jerk, or if that was simply a word of warning about the types of people she could run into.

[hana]

[atrb=border,0,true] [classy=ai1b][classy=ai1d][/classy][classy=ai1c] I'm having fun, don't put me down¯¯¯¯¯¯¯[/classy] ❧ When Hana looked up at what she had just bumped into she noticed that it was a man, a rather odd looking man at that. He didn’t look all that different except for the mask that he wore. Why would someone where a mask while walking around? she thought to herself. Hana worried that maybe this guy was a syndicate member or something worse. Either way he must not want anyone to know who he is. As he looked at her, there was a cold feeling radiating from his eyes. It screamed everything but good guy. Then he said "... You know, smoking will kill you." as he took a puff from his own. THE NERVE! Hana thought to herself, as she tried to keep her cool. She gave a sarcastic smile instead of responding. The last thing she needed was a guy like this all over her case. "I suggest you watch where you're going next time.. Not everyone's as nice as I am." Hana couldn’t tell if this guy was being nice, or was just plain rude. He started to walk away when Hana looked down and realized that her cigarette had fallen out of her hand when she bumped into him. She spun in circles looking for it on the ground. It’s not like it could have just grown legs and walked off. Then finally she spotted the cigarette. It was not that far away from her, but it was a mess. People had stepped on it several times and it was just shreds of paper and tobacco now. “Shit…”

[/color] she whispered under her breath. She really really wanted that cigarette and now she had nothing.

Just then a brilliant, or stupid, idea came to her mind. That grumpy man had had a cigarette with him, maybe there are more!! This was one of those moments where curiosity could kill the cat, and Hana was happy she wasn’t a cat. She sort of jog, ran behind him yelling “Hey MISTER!!!” [/color] When she got close enough she waved toward him, slightly huffing, “Hey, I sort of dropped my cigarette. You wouldn’t happen to have a spare one somewhere on ya?? Would ya!?” [/color] She smiled a cheesy girly smile as she waited for his reply, hoping like hell that he would be nice enough to give her a break, without wanting anything in return.

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[grayson king]

→ A CHANCE MEETING // -
Grayson had started to walk off. He had some business he needed to attend to, though there was something weird about that woman. He thought to himself for a bit. He couldn't place it, he couldn't figure the exact reason. But it was indeed the case. He made it a short distance away, simply puffing upon his cigarette on and off until he heard something behind him.. That woman perhaps? Whatever it was, whomever it was, they approached him rather quickly. He ignored it for the moment, he hadn't done anything to anyone. Then he heard them yell out 'Hey mister..' or something along those lines..

He stopped in his tracks and slowly turned his head to the side to see who was behind him. Low and behold it was the same woman he had bumped into just moments before. She had explained how she had dropped her cigarette and seemed to be wanting one of his? He turned around in her direction for a moment, gazing upon her with the usual blank expression. He saw her smiling at him and just briefly sighed. When did he become an outlet for smokes, he thought to himself.. He slowly reach over to his jacket, reaching into the pocket and pulling out a packet of cigarettes. He held onto them for a moment.

"One of these what you want?" Grayson twirled them around in his hand for a moment, readily willing to pull them away should she make a grab for one. After all, a woman rude enough to bump into him? Probably would have no issue stealing them should she require them. A somewhat devilish smirk appears, which was entirely uncharacteristic for Grayson. "But for what reason, pray tell, should I consider the charitable act of giving you one of my cigarettes? What do I get in return for my kindness?" He wasn't asking for anything in particular, and in reality? He was simply being difficult. He had nothing really against this woman, he just found it to be odd for her to make a request of him. Was he supposed to be a sucker for a pretty face and just hand it over? None the less, he held his cigarette in hand and made sure to take a puff of it right in front of her, blowing smoke in her direction afterwards. He was being somewhat cruel, but, he found it somewhat funny..

[hana]

[atrb=border,0,true] [classy=ai1b][classy=ai1d][/classy][classy=ai1c] I'm having fun, don't put me down¯¯¯¯¯¯¯[/classy] ❧ After she caught up to the man, she saw him turn around. He didn’t look too excited to see her again and she couldn’t all together blame him. She was a thief and a liar, but he didn’t know that. She was lucky he even stopped to pay attention to her. As she watched him give her a blank, cold stare she saw his hand move to a pack of cigarettes in his coat. All at that moment she had a flush of hope run through her. Maybe she ran into some nice person who actually didn’t mind sharing with her. That would be a miracle, but Hana was all too aware that miracles didn’t happen to her. As he grabbed the cigarettes he began to twirl them in his hand and say taunting words to her. This was the treatment she was used to. Now she would have to either fight him for his cigarettes and any other thing he had on his person, or do her best to persuade him. Seeing that they were on a street, and she was already a wanted criminal, she would go for the persuasion route first. This man had an odd feeling to him. It felt like Hana shouldn’t be messing around in the territory she was, but she never let her gut rule her. Just as she was in thought watching the cigarettes in his hand, she watched his face get a rather gruesomely sly smirk to it. It looked as if he had realized his situational aloofness and was ready to give her the full run down. Then the enigmatic man asked her why he should be charitable, and what she would do in return for the cigarette. It was a good question. Hana had been thinking about it the entire time. No , she was not entitled to his generosity, but yes she would take advantage if she had the chance to. No, she had no money or physical possessions to trade him, but yes she would do him any favors she could. Her mind went back and forth, as it always did. Should I just take them and run….should I apologize and move on…should I start a fight…should I offer any service I can in return… Her mind ran rampant as she watched him take a puff on his own cigarette and blow the smoke toward her. He seemed to be a cruel man, and there was no telling what he would ask for in return. On the other hand, there was not telling what he would do to her if he caught her. She decided to go with the honesty card and see where it took her. “Sorry man, but I really don’t have shit to offer..”

[/color] she responded with a shrug. She proceeded to empty her pockets in front of him, dropping some pocket link and a paper clip on the ground. If she had any money she would go buy her own cigarettes, so coming up with woolong was a bust. “I am broke and just looking for a little break. I have no physical possessions, but if there is anything you had in mind, I’m sure I could help you out.” [/color] There were so many possibilities that ran through her head. Most of them she was okay with, but she didn’t want one little cigarette to stick her into a hole she couldn’t get out of.

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[grayson king]

→ A CHANCE MEETING // -
Grayson remained leaned against the wall, thinking about what to do here. He briefly took a puff of his cigarette and looked around. Finally she revealed something though.. She had nothing. Nothing to offer him for the kindness of handing over a cigarette as she had so requested. He then peered at her as she emptied out here pockets in front of him. His silence didn't say a lot in regards to what he was thinking, and his expression remained emotionless. Next thing he knew, she was explaining how she was broke, no possessions, no nothing. But she did offer to help him should he need it. But what really did he need any assistance with? He was fine, everything was fine. He was no longer the man who had everything, but he was still in a good enough position that he could turn down such an idea.

"You could help me out?" Grayson stated as he continued to smoke and then he saw a bench nearby, not far actually. Maybe there were like, busses around here? He didn't know. None the less, he strolled over to it, though still within distance of this unknown woman. He proceeded to sit down upon the bench and then he turned himself in the woman's direction. "I doubt you could help me, my dear. Nothing comes to mind that someone such as yourself could assist someone like me with.." Grayson briefly exhaled some smoke from his cigarette then turned his head away from the woman, sighing. What did he mean someone like him? Was he looking down upon her?

"I suppose I'd be real bastard if I turned a cigarette down to someone down on their luck, huh?" Grayson continued to think before pulling a cigarette from the pack and sat it down upon the bench for her to grab. "Don't make me regret this, miss." He coldly gazed upon her again, he was acting almost eerily. But he was a strange guy, maybe it was just him being normal? None the less, he never forgets a face. And he'd remember her from this day forward. But there weren't a lot of things one could do to make him regret the kindness, not much more than he already did. It wasn't like she was a criminal or anything, right?

He proceeded to drop his cigarette on the ground and put it out with his shoe. "Now, the least you could to is tell me your name?" He couldn't pinpoint it, but something had sparked his curiosity. Maybe it was nothing and he was just being overly cautious, he thought as he put his cigarettes into his pocket. Briefly uncovering the gun he kept in a holster hanging from his belt for anyone around him to see, before pushing the cigarettes into the pocket and covering back over the holster with his jacket.