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Post by jp on Aug 9, 2009 14:23:39 GMT -5
Within the next month, Jordan would be admitted to the bar after studying law and politics in San Francisco. He had come to Washington for a brief internship which was mandatory in the courses he was taking. He didnt mind of course, he thought it best that he continued to pursue this field and take a break from the regular in San Francisco. He had moved back in with his brothers, and it was all too much chaos for him to survive there much longer. But he stuck with it. With Celeste continuing to tell him how to remain calm and patient, and actually being the mediator in the relationship with his brothers, things were clearly not as bad as it could be.
He took the small rolling suitcase from the cabinet and rolled it onto the platform. He was smiling, removing the shades from his eyes as he saw the sign stating the welcome to Washington! It was a sign he couldn't wait to see and it was finally there. He walked over to a bench and placed his suitcase on it, then digging down in his pockets to take out the map of where he must go from here. He was told that everyone who wishes to pursue a career in politics or law should come to Washington, and here he was, and it was unbelievable! [/blockquote] |
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Post by charmedking3 on Aug 11, 2009 5:49:12 GMT -5
He had been in the same station for hours, sitting there flipping though phone books and on his laptop searching for someone. Someone in Washington...obviously. He wore an Armani suit with a rather bigger than normal briefcase/laptop carrier. His frustration was so strongly obvious, others around him were feeling it. He finally closed the notebook and slipped it back in it's rightful place. He stood and walked around the station, pondering more than pacing. He then looked up alertly as if he heard something someone else did not. His eyes were on a young girl.
To everyone else, she would be sitting there swinging her legs from the bench. But in Devin's mind he could sense more. He focused on the back of her red head. The strongest conviction he got from her, was that she was running away. He then sensed her decision afterwards. She was going to travel to New York with the decision to end her life there, whatever that meant. Devin could sense decisions and convictions from people, but it wasn't always clear, since people's minds were always changing, indecisive and for the simple fact that everyone's mind was different. There are some people who minds are foggy to Devin or just can't be penetrated altogether. He hated those people, just for the fact their brain worked against his powers.
He then drew his attention from the girl. He was worried for a second about her. That was a good sign. He still had some good in him, that much he knew. But if he didn't find his P. Kobalt, he wouldn't know for sure if he truly was going insane or not. He took out a slip of paper and read it for the ninth time, P. KOBALT. WASHINGTON D.C. RED BRICKS. BLUE FLOWERS. TREADMILL. This was all he had to go on. That was the last time he went to a psychic for anything. So this P. Kobalt must have been in a female in her late 20s, early 30s, with a nicely kept yard, and likes to stay in shape. From his guess, but Devin was not the best of guessers in the world. He sighed and pocketed it, turning back towards the clock. How long would he be in Washington searching for one his relatives, he'd never met before. His spell to find lost blood only pointed him towards the psychic, which gave him the clues he now had on that worthless piece of paper. He made a mental note to create a more powerful spell in the future.
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Post by jp on Aug 11, 2009 22:15:05 GMT -5
Shoving the shades down into his blue jean pants, and finally arresting the map in his hand, Jordan looked through the map, searching for a tiny start that would tell him where he was now. It was one of the things he hated about traveling to new places, it was often times confusing, and he would have to depend on others to help him find where he wanted to go. This was proving to be no exception. Clutching the map into his hand, and pulling out the handle to the suitcase that he was carrying, his eyes caught onto a man who was relatively too well dressed to be on the platform of a Washington Train Station. For some odd reason, he looked relatively suspicious, and Jordan's senses usually never led him wrong. But he was convincing himself otherwise.
With the loud echos of the rolling suitcase behind him, and Jordan's less than enthusiastic stride towards the man, Jordan's eyes closed for a second too long as he took a breath, finally breaking the silence he had with the stranger. Oddly, it was almost unrealistic, as though the man had been something just more than a passerby. He was on alert, and maybe his words and tone signaled that Jordan suspected something more. "Excuse me sir, I suppose you won't know where to find this hotel would you?" Jordan asked, pulling out a small torn piece of paper that he had roughly written on before he had left San Francisco. Maybe he was strange, but maybe he could also help. [/blockquote] |
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Post by charmedking3 on Aug 26, 2009 0:05:01 GMT -5
"Excuse me sir, I suppose you won't know where to find this hotel would you?"
Devin saw the man walk up to him. Knowing he was going to ask him something before he actually did. Somewhere deep inside, he also sensed a deeper motive, it was more than just the genuine sense of asking Devin where the hotel was. But this man's mind was complex, so it would take Devin to fully be attentive towards his decisions, but Devin didn't want to go inside anyone's head just yet. There was a difference between picking up on the signals around you and completely diving into someone's subliminal thoughts. Devin didn't use his power heavily like that.
He looked at the paper and wondered if he really was asking for help, even though the man previously had a map. Maybe he didn't know exactly how to read it, or he was new to Washington. Whatever the reason, now Devin had to help him....if he wanted to.
"I don't know where the hotel is," he said with an open intonation at the end as if he was going to say more. Now this is where Devin liked to use his powers for fun. He could easily convince this man, to do whatever he wanted or think what Devin wanted him to think, even though it always didn't turn out like he wants.
"But..." he continued. Debating on whether it was a good idea or not. He was attractive and that itself, brought ideas to Devin. He tried to hide a dirty smirk. Considering Devin's mental illness, he was actually feeling real good right now. The idea of just manipulating this guy made him excited, which triggered his mania. Now it was only a matter of time before he completely went crazy, but his manic episodes always start out subtle but grow.
He gave him a big smile. "What's your name? And I'm sure we'll be able to find this hotel but you shouldn't be too in a hurry, it's really a bad habit," Devin assumed he was in a hurry judged by the way he approached him. Even if the man was not in a hurry, Devin had a powerful gift of persuading others, even without the aid of his powers.
It was as if he was a completely different person. He also felt his mind beginning to feel numbly charged. Which meant his new powers was stirring up. Generally, he would be worried, but he was confident with whatever might happen. He focused on the man in front of him, so that just in case his power were to manifest itself, it wouldn't cause anything around him to be affected...other than the man of course, but his power couldn't hurt people directly.
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