Tommy Shepherd [Speed] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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capitalh2014-03-06 10:32 pm
crotcharrow) wrote in capitalh2014-03-06 10:32 pm
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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!]
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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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.
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"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!"
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"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.
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"Hey! Aren't you going to help me?"
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"You have hands, don't yah?" he snorts, before returning his attention back to his shoes, meandering off in the opposite direction.
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Okay, poor and helpless are neither adjectives which generally apply to Milly, but -- she's got to make a point, okay?!
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"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."
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"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."
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"What happened to your shoes?" she asks in total bewilderment.
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"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."
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"You only have one pair of shoes?"
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"Not anymore."
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"Did something happen to you...?"
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"Does it matter? I just don't got any more shoes, okay?"
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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.
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"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.
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"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."
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"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.
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"I'm gonna look where I'm going," he says, almost rolling his eyes. "And why d'you care?"
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"You didn't five minutes ago!"