[open] tag me like one of your french girls

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WHO: Delsin Rowe & YOU!
WHERE: Residence 15, and around Heropa
WHEN: all over the week. Resident #15 backdated to before registration log
WHAT: Now that he's ruined any chance he's had of being a productive member of society, Delsin does what he does best. Mainly, mooch and tag.
WARNINGS: None. may have PG-13 language.



All over Heropa;
[ it's a little bold of Delsin to use his last and only paycheck on spraypaint and posterboard, but forward thinking had never been his strong suite. If expressing himself meant he'd have to brave the night under a bridge somewhere, then it was a sacrifice he was willing to make.

The installation of the artwork itself is quick: all it takes are a few shakes of the can, the taping of the stencils, and the careful application of aerosol paint. the longest part is waiting for the paint to dry. Delsin's thoughtful of enough to leave all kinds of tags over Heropa, ranging from political to artistic. He can be found in unusually high places with traces of neon hanging in the air, or in abandoned alleyways, hurriedly cleaning up before the authorities arrive. ]



Residence #15;
[ home, sweet home. it was the address he'd been assigned, but it was as much 'home' as Curdun Cay was. they could dress it up any way they wanted; the free home was nothing more than a bribe to get him to comply with all their rules and regulations, and he sure as hell wasn't having any of that.

it didn't mean he wouldn't check it out though. the kitchen's stocked, and the living room shows signs of habitation. it seems friendly enough, but he's still wary. nothing like a domestic 2 story house with a white picket fence to stage an ambush. ]

Lucy... I'm home?

[ he didn't mean for it to come out as a question, but it does. he busies himself with one of the cupboards, digging through and finding a knock off poptart, which he immediately helps himself to. ]


Coffee Shop/Burger Stand/Whatever Food Join You can Think of;

[ the only reason he's buying take out is because Fetch told him to, but frankly? he's got better things to do than wait in line to buy a damn hamburger and/or coffee, then wait even longer for the kitchen to prepare whatever order he made.

it'd been a stupid bet, and the only reason he bothers to follow through is really to have an excuse to hang around Xeno Topic and 'loiter'. unfortunately today, it seems he's forgotten his wallet in his other pants. ]

Ah, crap. Can you uh— wait a few minutes?

[ he could dash home and back again in the blink of an eye with neon, except at this very unfortunate moment, he's stuck with much slower powerset. it's after this realization that he turns back to the cashier, looking rather sheepish at even having to ask ]

Think we could write this one off as 'on the house?'

Comments

FOOD JOINT.

[hydraated]

[Ward feels responsible. He feels responsible for people, there are emotions involved here, complex ones.

He hates it. He really can't stand it, catching Delsin by the arm]

...Hey so here's that twenty I borrowed.

[Except his features are perhaps overly serious, too robotic.]

...Sorry I couldn't get it to you sooner.

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[ he tenses up when Ward grabs him, instinctively preparing for the ridiculous 'mind meld' bullshit that came with his power... only to have nothing happen. it's almost a relief to not suddenly pass out, but it's also worrisome because it means something's wrong. ]

I'd say you got it to me just in time, McClane.

[ no Robocop reference this time, at least not in public. he hands the money over, taking the change and food with a muttered thanks, before turning to give Ward a cautious look, and motioning for him to follow. ]

Killer timing there.

[hydraated]

[The guy looks thrown and that's concerning in and of itself]

...Still haven't found any work?

[Going to let that McClane comment slide as he moves him over towards a table where he's got his own hamburger, french fries, and a coke.]

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No work, not yet. You know me, way too busy to look.

[ it's an excuse perfected after years of nagging; if Delsin put as much effort into work as he did avoiding it, he'd be a millionaire. he follows along with Fetch's bag of take out, casually stealing a fry and eating it, before sliding into the table across from Ward and eyeing up his fries as well. ]

So hey, here's a funny question with no ulterior motive or anything— you said your powers came from home, right?

[hydraated]

That's right. [he pauses] At least I think they do. I haven't seen captain america ripping apart metal walls or ripping off ...metal doors.

[That may have been a thing that was tried] What's going on?

UNUSUALLY HIGH PLACE

[setright]

[If it's neon, and it's not hers, it can only be Delsin. Which means it's worth investigating. She leaves another trail of neon up the side of the building as she scales it, coming to an easy exit out of light speed next to Delsin. Tagging. Of course. What else?]

You've got a problem, D. [She picks up one of the cans of paint, inspecting it.] How much these run you?

[Fetch isn't THAT responsible, but she doesn't blow what little cash she has on spray paint.]

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Environmental conscientiousness doesn't come cheap, lasergirl. I'm just trying to do my part.

[ in other words, way more than he'd like to mention. sure, he could have gone thrifty and bought the cheap crap, but they all had to do their part to save the environment. he tears down the last stencil, stepping back to admire his work with the same affection as father with their newborn child. ]

Talent like this doesn't work with crap.

[setright]

You know what else doesn't come cheap? Food. [And she's sure she'll be the first to hear his dire cries of feeeeed meeee. However, there's no denying that he's got talent. Hell if she even knew where to start with stuff like that--her tagging was less blocks of paint and more lines. And glowy things.]

That's good, D, but you've got better, less expensive ways to leave a mark.

[She hands him his can and waits for him to fill in the blank.]

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Actually, canned tuna's on sale this week. Cruelty free, in case you're worried about all the poor dolphins still roaming free.

[ classic misdirection, because even if tuna was cheap, he'd never eat it out of a can. it takes him a moment think about what Fetch is hinting at, and while his first thought is 'sidewalk chalk', he gets it after thinking back.

Fetch had been a decent tagger, if a bit morbid. those creepy spirals made out of Brent still gave him the heebie jeebies, even after knowing the story behind it. ]

Cheaper, sure, but Lisa Frank doesn't really jive with the message I'm trying to send. Stylistic choices, you know?

[setright]

Beggars can't be choosers, smartass. [Boxing time! Though not really, but he does get a punch to the arm.] Consider it expanding your horizons. At least until you're sure you're not gonna starve.

[... ugh, not that she'd let him. Or let him eat nasty canned tuna.

Probably.]

And if you're trying to send a message, you'd send it a lot quicker in neon.

Residence 15

[khajidont]

[Not for the last time, Jaime wishes that the government would give them the courtesy of a heads-up whenever someone new moves into their homes. It's not too much of a surprise, considering the fact that they've had two empty bedrooms in their place for ages, but Jaime's become awfully accustomed to the cozy trio of him, Kaidan and Brenda.

When he hears the voice of a stranger, he ends up jogging down the stairs and turns the corner to lean against the doorway of their shared kitchen, and watches as Delsin helps himself to his pop-tarts.]

You know, I'm starting to think that it's tradition for the new guy to take my food, [he says, but he doesn't sound too upset about it, not with his mild voice and lazy smile.]

You are the new guy that got assigned here, yeah?

[It's a guess. Delsin doesn't look like the sort Kaidan would have over for company, and he's pretty sure that Brenda didn't mention anything about having anyone over.]

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[ halfway through the poptart is when he hears Jaime, and he nearly chokes at the unexpected voice. crumbs go flying, and he finishes his last bite before fully turning around to face the voice. ]

New guy— that's me.

[ Jaime looks friendly enough, and he isn't yelling or threatening to call the cops. ]

Delsin Rowe, newest man of the house. Sorry about the pop tart.

[khajidont]

It's cool, [Jaime says, laughing a little under his breath at the way Delsin splutters.] You're new, so you can have a few freebies. It's not like they bring us here with full bank accounts. Just remember that none of us have full bank accounts either, [he adds on with a wry smile, padding further into the kitchen, manners beginning to kick in.]

Nice to meet you, Delsin. I'm Jaime.

[Hold up... the name Delsin rings a bell, and so does his voice. All Jaime has left to do is to put two and two together.]

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My man, Jaime.

[ he reaches out for a handshake, smiling now that his mouth is fully poptart-less, doing his best to give the impression of a friendly, responsible roommate. ]

They've set me up with some crappy-ass job, so next round of groceries is on me.

( vandalism ) i hope this is alright btw!

[boobwindow]

[ Power Girl is out and about, squeezing in the time between her civilian life and work to patrol Heropa. So far, everything seems to be in good shape. A little too good; it's always a bit eerie when one considers the amount of problems ported in the last few months. She's about to turn around mid-air when she notices someone exiting the alleyway in quite the rush. Suspicious, she flies over the alleyway to see what it is he's running from and sees the freshly painted walls.

With a sigh, she dips in the opposite direction after him, unaware for the moment who it is she's chasing down. Once she reaches him from behind, she extends a hand to grab his collar and hold him up a few feet in the air to keep him in place. ]

Excuse me.

it's perfect

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[ he yelps as he's lifted up, feeling rather unmasculine as he hangs several feet in the air like a ragdoll. it's not the first time he's been apprehended for misdemeanor vandalism, and so he comes with an excuse already prepared. ...not the cans of spray paints rolling underneath him make it easy for him to feign innocence. ]

Oh, hey ma'am, didn't see you there.

[ he squirms, doing his best to turn his head and face her ]

Can you uh— believe all the junk this a-hole left behind?

[boobwindow]

[ The voice registers in a nanosecond for her and her mouth hangs open, shocked at who it is she has in her grips. She continues to hold onto him, but she hauls him a little further from her face so she can turn him around herself and get a better look.

The cans go forgotten for the moment with Peej too busy staring at Delsin as if she's seen a ghost. ]

Delsin?

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Uh, yep. That's me. Have we met?

[ it's gone from awkward to strange now, and any excuse he had dies as he tries to pinpoint her face. she can't be from home, certainly can't be DUP, and he surely wouldn't forget a pretty face from here. ]

You know, most people don't take pick-up line this literally.

vandalism

[heralding]

[Barring the existence of monsters—of which there are none, which is both a good thing and something that leaves Lightning without a full schedule—she's taken to doing patrols around Heropa. Many of them are aimless. There's the occasional stick up that she stops, and once she's convinced a person not to go into a store and stir up trouble, but for the most part, Heropa can be quiet. Over the months, she's grown to appreciate the rare need to deal with catastrophes, but she still feels idle if she's not out looking for something.

When she hears the aerosol cans in the distance, she doesn't know what to expect. Kids causing trouble? That makes sense. Some gang members? That's also possible.

Either way, she doesn't mind approaching, and while she tries to curb her judgment, her efforts don't go terribly far. The art might be good, but still—here? Really?]

Do you really think that's gonna do anyone any good?

[In fact, the judgment is present in her voice.]

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[ everyone's a critic. he looks back with can still in hand, trying not to look too much like the kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. she doesn't seem to be a narc, and if she had been a cop, she'd have already told him to drop it and put his hands up. ]

It's not about doing good, it's all about a message.

[ this one in particular doesn't say much, but there's not much a rabbit being pulled out of a hat can say politically. he stands back, looking rather pleased with himself, before placing down the can and turning to face Lightning completely. ]

What'dya think?

[heralding]

I think you should invest in taking your art supplies indoors. You're lucky you're not getting arrested.

[Though she isn't the police, she can easily call them. And more than that, she knows he's lucky that he hadn't turned to find someone from the force standing there. Of course, they're stretched pretty thin around these parts, trying to keep up to make sure that no imPort-related catastrophes get out of control.

There's something about him, even just from his response, that grates on her. Maybe it's the hat, or the fact that he almost sounds a little like Snow. But unlike with Snow, she hasn't gone through over a thousand years of solidified fondness, so he's just another hoodlum to her.]

It doesn't matter if it's good if it's in the wrong place.

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Wait, so single bad thing cancels out all of the good? Really?

[ he knows what she means, but he's not giving up without a fight. it's the same irritating attitude Reggie always spouted— 'be a productive member of society and stop doodling on the walls', and egging people on was always one of his greater hobbies. ]

I'm just trying to assert my talent and cause, and if that's suddenly illegal here... [ he thinks for a moment, because 'then arrest me' is a bet he's not willing to take ] then uh, that's messed up.

[ he mentally punches himself for that lame finish. ]

coffee shop

[acclimatized]

[ john has been standing in the queue for a while now, eyeing up the last muffin behind the counter and fighting the urge to rip into his sandwich and wolf it down. standing on his tiptoes, he looks to see what the hold-up is and eventually steps forward to bail him out. ]

Here, it's on me.

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Thanks, man.

[ accepting money was always awkward, but judging by the line behind him, it was better to borrow the five and leave the apologies for later. he hands the bill over to the cashier, dropping the change into the tip jar on habit, only to groan and realize his mistake.

he doesn't leave the shop immediately after, but instead waits on the edge of bar for John to finish his order in order to thank him for his help. ]

Sorry about the change; I figured they deserved it after dealing with my mess.

wow this is so late, i'm sorry

[acclimatized]

[ now john's procured the last muffin, he's feeling quite chuffed. by the time delsin catches him, he's already taken a large bite out of his sandwich and shakes his head, swallowing his mouthful before he replies. ]

Mmm.. don't worry about it, mate. I've been in your shoes before.

[ back when he was an irresponsible student and then an unemployed veteran. when the man who waited behind john starts kicking off at the counter, he shoots a disapproving look at him. ]

Think they could use the tip, too.