<div class="floatleft">(http://www.stereoboard.com/images/artistimages/childish-gambino.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Cole Hawkins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12434518#msg12434518)</strong><br/><strong>City | Date | Time: San Francisco, California | August 4th, 2017 | 2:01am</strong><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning: Jacqueline 'Jackie' Fawkes</strong><br/><strong>Content: Tea and Scones?</strong><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><br/>Maybe it has been a while since he has really talked with anyone. He had been so used to hearing the words, 'Yes' and 'Thank you', when he decided to help out someone, that it was somewhat surprising when it was barely even that and it spilled into something...well, he didn't know what exactly it truly turned into it. All he knew is that the woman that he saved talked. A lot. And with a cool accent. Normally, he would have just slipped away after she had turned away from him, to dispense some of her own justice to her attackers, but he found himself rooted to the spot. Either slightly taken aback that she was just talking still, as if the situation wasn't truly new to her; or he was slightly cautious towards her because she was a bit more friendly than he had expected. <br/><br/>Yeah...maybe it wasn't great that the only true interactions he's had in a while was with lines of code scrolling along a laptop screen (which was now scrap metal tanning out in the Phoenix heat) but he couldn't help but appreciate a slight sense of...connection for a moment. It was slightly freaking him out a bit. But the woman seemed...fearless. Curious...about everything dealing with him, hence why he was so cautious. He had already thought it was a risk coming down to help. Could have been a trap. Could have been Tac-6. Still could be. She gave a name. <br/><br/>Jackie. Nice name. It was when she extended her hand for a handshake that he seemed to shy away a bit, his body slightly shifting a bit more into the shadows, ready to disappear with quickness. But then she kept talking, trying to reassure him that she just wanted to repay him for the help he gave, invite him to her apartment. That was an easy ploy to get his trust. And then she talked about tea and scones and for a moment, his head lifted a bit in the dark and he finally showed just a bit of his face from underneath the hood. Tea and scones? <br/><br/>He looked upwards towards the building he had been trying to use as his resting spot, thinking about whether he should just hightail it out of there. He then returned his focus back to Jackie. He had no reason to trust her, despite her smile and her playful attitude. It reminded him of someone. It reminded him too much of that someone. But there was something compelling him to take her up on her offer, despite where it could lead him. Maybe that was just a slight delirium from lack of sleep. Or maybe her charm was slightly comforting. Her crazy, bubbling charm. He gave another once over to the men he were still laid out, either making some sort of noise of pain and discomfort or not at all.<br/><br/><em>Are you Tac-6?</em> "Tea and scones? Seriously?" He said to her, finally. It was the only thing that seemed to really stick in his mind. Who in their right mind would offer tea and scones at 2am? He then looked down to her hand, still outreached towards him. He slipped one hand out of the very long sleeve of his jacket and took her hand in a small shake. "Have to get something..." he mumbled softly and then launched himself into the air, nearly overshooting the roof. A quick adjustment and a instinctive grab of the roof's edge caused his body to cartwheel over and land in a crouch. He quickly grabbed his stuff he had left up there, checked his pocket to make sure he didn't drop his flash drive. It was still there. He threw it back into his back for more safer keeping.<br/><br/><em>You should always take a risk, even if it's a bad one.</em> The words of Cassandra called out to him, deeply in the back of his mind. An echo of a memory long ago. It seemed like everything was centered around Cassandra nowadays for him. He was her "pet project" now. Her words. Or Tac-6's. Didn't matter. Things were better before. He wished that things were back that way. He wished for a lot of things.<br/><br/><em>Take a risk, Cole. Worst case, you end up dead. Best case, you end up with food with a chance of death still lingering.</em><br/>"Fine...let's see how far this risk takes me then..." He said, tucking the strap of his backpack over his shoulder and nonchalantly leaping off the roof again, skidding off the side of the roof and landing in a different point of shadow silently nearby the woman named Jackie. "You're an Evolved too?" he announced to her softly.<br/><br/></span></span>