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Who: Tommy Shepherd and YOOOU
Where: All over L.A.
When: NOW
What: Tommy's finally able to get back up on his feet and explore the city he's been stranded in for two weeks. He seriously needs to stretch his legs and get a decent meal.
Warnings: Tommy has a dirty mouth, and has to steal stuff to eat and clothe himself but other than that nothing too bad.

It felt amazing to be out in the fresh air again. He could smell the salt from the nearby ocean on the wind as he stood in the chilly February air, with nothing more than a pair of jeans and a dirty looking hoodie on his person. He'd not had that many belongings to his name before he got taken into the depths of TRIDENT, but he certainly had nothing now. Nothing but the clothes on his back and a beat up sofa in an abandoned warehouse that he could call 'home'. It's about time he fixed that.

But first thing was first. Time to use up some of that energy that had bottled itself up by being cooped up inside for two weeks.

He's not sure how far he ran. Probably almost every street in the city. By the end of the day he has to carry his shoes because he's worn holes through them and has to walk to stop from tearing his feet up. But it felt so amazing to have the wind rush against his face again, and nothing stopping him. Not even the ocean.

After he's pushed himself to the edge, his body makes a rather sharp complaint, and Tommy has to stop to get something to eat. But with no money, no means to earn it, and looking the way he did that was going to be a tricky endeavour. But he'd find a way. He was still fast enough to avoid being seen swiping things off market stalls.

After he's eaten, and after finding and breaking into a charity clothing drop and finding himself some cleaner clothes and a fresh pair of shoes, he goes about going into shops, offering his services. He mostly goes to pizza places and the like--things that needed speedy delivery--to try and make some quick cash.

It was going to be a long day.

[feel free to make a threadstarter! Tommy can literally be anywhere in the city and will be whizzing about all day. I'm up for anything!]

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Milly is a firm believer in the notion that days off are for shopping. Okay, and patrolling! But Teddy's working and it's pretty quiet out there today, so after an hour or so of flying around the city, looking for trouble to bust up, Milly gave up, changed into her civilian clothes, and went to the mall. She's been feeling a little on edge lately, and what better to take her mind off things than a little retail therapy?

She's got a questionably large number of shopping bags dangling off only one arm as she walks home, using her free hand to text Teddy about when he's getting off his shift. It looks a little heavy for a girl to be carrying on one arm, but she doesn't seem all that fussed -- until an invisible whirlwind whips past her, tearing a few holes in her shopping bags and causing most of her purchases to fall to the ground.

"Wh -- hey! What the hell?!"

Usually, Tommy is going far too fast to see what kind of destruction he leaves in his wake and usually he doesn't really care either. Especially if it means he has to slow his world back down to stop and help out whoever he'd ploughed into. Usually the only way to get him to physically stop is by collision, which wouldn't be good for either of the parties involved. But he doesn't suppose this is a usual day anyway.

He's been looking around, not really looking where he was running or who he was running past, but the girl catches his eye just quickly enough for him to move. He'd been on a direct collision course with her and in the nanosecond it took for him to slam his feet into the ground to get himself to slow, or at least get out of the way, he clips her bags, sending them flying.

Now usually he wouldn't stop, he'd just keep going, not wanting to get the blame for the crap he pulls, but thanks to the skid and jump, his shoes wear through and he has to actually stop unless he wanted to rip his feet to pieces.

The blur comes to a halt a little way off from Milly, bouncing and trying to get his feet to stop yelping out in pain. Of course, the logical thing to do would be to apologise. But Tommy Shepherd is pretty much an idiot.

"Hey! Watch where you're goin'!" he shouts, mad at himself that he let the shoes get so worn down without checking, and directing that at Milly. He's not even looking at her or going over to help, just looking down at his feet and cussing like a sailor.

Oh no he didn't. Milly stares agape at him in disbelief until her irritation catches up to her, and she scowls darkly at him.

"I need to watch where I'm going? You're the speedster! Why aren't you more careful in a crowded place like this?! You could have seriously hurt someone -- me, for instance! Ugh, the nerve!"

He snaps his head up when she replies and glowers irritably at her. He has bigger problems them some shopping emergency. This no shoe thing is really gonna slow him down.

"Look, it's not my fault you people are too slow to getouttatheway," he quips back, starting to pull the shredded shoes off his feet.

"Well, it's not my fault you can't be considerate enough to those of us who can't keep up with you," Milly snaps right back in a huff, dropping into a crouch to start picking up her things. She starts attempting to stuff things back into the bags that are still usable, and she shoots a glare up at him, expectant.

"Hey! Aren't you going to help me?"

He's rolling his eyes and starting to walk away when she shouts back at him, and he looks around with an eyebrow raised.

"You have hands, don't yah?" he snorts, before returning his attention back to his shoes, meandering off in the opposite direction.

"Don't be so rude!" Milly says angrily, jumping back to her feet. How can one person be so -- so snobby? "Don't you know it's just good manners to help someone you bumped into on the street? Hello, I'm just one girl! One poor, helpless girl whose stuff you just knocked all over the ground!"

Okay, poor and helpless are neither adjectives which generally apply to Milly, but -- she's got to make a point, okay?!

It's enough to make him swivel back around on the ball of his socks and eyes her, snorting with arrogance, shrugging.

"I'm from New Jersey," he says, as if this excuses him from all manners ever. The whining is starting to get to him though, he didn't know someone could get so high pitched and still sound pissed off. But whatever, it wasn't like she could do anything to him.

"And yeah, you scream poor and helpless. How will I ever sleep at night knowing I knocked your," and suddenly he's right next to her, looking down at her shopping (which he's going to regret later), "Expensive looking stuff out of your hands. Poor you."

"I don't care where you're from -- I've met Alternians with twice the manners you have," Milly snaps back hotly, but she jerks in surprise when he's suddenly right beside her. "Ugh! What is your deal? Why are you such a creep?!"

He grins (he loves scaring people, which, yeah, does make him a bit of a creep. But thanks to the stunt, the balls of his feet start to sting thanks to the skid on the tarmac.

"Look, will you stop whining?" he frowns, poking one of her bags with his foot. Okay, maybe he felt a little bad. "Not a creep, okay? Maybe if you ask nice, I might help."

"You should help anyway," Milly objects. She's certainly not about to beg this guy to do what's right -- she can pick her things up by herself if she really needs to, thank you very much! Her gaze falls down to where he's nudging a bag with his foot and she frowns.

"What happened to your shoes?" she asks in total bewilderment.

That gets her an eyeroll and he just shoves his hands into his pockets and looks at her like she's the one being the petulant child. But she manages to derail his mind before he can retort and make the situation worse.

"Stopping to make sure I didn't kill you or whatever kinda burned holes in them," he shrugs, glancing over to where he'd abandoned the sole-less shoes.

"And it's not like I have more than one pair."

"Well, maybe if you didn't insist on speeding everywhere -- " Milly starts, a little obnoxiously, but she brings herself up short, her expression suddenly shifting gears. Suddenly, she's looking at Tommy in a whole different light.

"You only have one pair of shoes?"

Oh great, now she's pitying him. He scrunches his nose up irritably and looks down at her with a rough shrug.

"Not anymore."

TOO LATE, TOMMY. You have just boarded the well-meaning Milly pity train and there is no getting off now. Milly looks at him with obvious concern, her brow knit, a little frown on her face.

"Did something happen to you...?"

He rolls his eyes rather pointedly and groans.

"Does it matter? I just don't got any more shoes, okay?"

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"Of course it matters!" Milly looks at him, almost shocked. "Of course it does...it'd be so selfish of me to whine about all of this new stuff being knocked to the ground at someone who's less fortunate!"

So now it's whining. Before when she'd thought he was just some rude guy with no regard for anyone else, that had been different! Then she was totally the victim. But now she's got the look of someone who's just found a stray cat that absolutely does not want to go home with anyone, and she is going to take him home with her. In a manner of speaking.

He snorts, shoving his hands into his pocket.

"It was pretty selfish anyway," he smirks, raising an eyebrow. But he doesn't like the way she's staring at him, and almost edges away when his expression drops back to scowling.

"I'm not less fortunate! Stop looking at me like I'm a hobo."

That's not entirely accurate, some would say squatting in an abandoned warehouse and stealing your food is pretty hobo.

"Nobody said hobo," Milly says indignantly, a little bit of color rising to her cheeks. Man, this guy can be a real jerk, even when someone's being nice to him! "But...well, you know...if you need new shoes..."

He gives her a deadpan expression.

"You might s'well said it," he huffs, fumbling with his fingers in his pocket for lack of something else to do.

"I don't need nothing from nobody, okay."

"Well, you can't walk around without shoes!" Milly says pointedly, a little exasperated. She doesn't back down, only stepping closer to stare him down with a stern frown. "I mean, what are you going to do, just run around barefoot? You can't do that!"

He edges back, suddenly uncomfortable that she's getting all up in his grill. He doesn't look like he knows how this is happening.

"Uh, no? I don't wanna cut my feet up?" It's said like it's the most obvious thing in the planet. "I'm gonna walk." To the nearest place he can steal some new shoes.

"You'll cut your feet up just walking, too!" Milly says in exasperation, although she has serious doubts that this guy would have the patience to just walk anywhere. "It's not safe! What if you step on glass or -- a bee or something?!"

She'd be right. Thomas Shepherd does not walk.

"I'm gonna look where I'm going," he says, almost rolling his eyes. "And why d'you care?"

"Oh yeah, because you're so good at that," Milly drawls before she can really stop herself, though she frowns, huffing a little at his question. "Why shouldn't I care?"

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