<div class="floatleft">(https://media1.popsugar-assets.com/files/thumbor/_qoeSvD0k_uvZNi4O0e4PYAwQDE/fit-in/2048xorig/filters:format_auto-!!-:strip_icc-!!-/2020/08/17/751/n/44498184/5bc6e94037a2e969_GettyImages-1155144966/i/Jessie-T-Usher-in-Real-Life.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name:</strong> Alexander Shadmore<br/><strong>Alias:</strong> Zer0 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15588065#msg15588065)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3/1/2050 | 8pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Cole Bennett's Mansion<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aurora<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Fishing for answers</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> He didn't know. He couldn't have known. If she'd had just walked up to him and asked if they could talk, he'd have told his friends to give them a minute. It happened all the time when you knew a lot of people. You got caught up in the group, but he wasn't so arrogant and vain that he ignored people. He just wasn't a telepath, so he couldn't know what people wanted or felt unless they told him. After she turned down his offer to hit the blunt, he shrugged, taking another deep inhale and holding it before blowing out a hazy white cloud that formed into a perfect ring. "Suit yourself. Just figured it's healthier than the invisible, unsmellable brand of cigs you apparently smoke," he said with a bit of his natural charm, for however much good that did with someone so royally pissed off at him.<br/><br/> When she pulled her dress up, he gulped. She was...<em>sexy</em> was an understatement, and seeing those thick, healthy thighs with that garter wrapped around them was certainly not what he was expecting, but he definitely wasn't disappointed. Then she pulled out a fancy, minimalistic business card. Black with gold letters, with "Aurora Parisi" on the front, and a number and website on the back. Sliding it into his pocket, he put the still lit blunt in his mouth and held it there while he pulled out his own wallet.<br/><br/> He pulled out two cards. A slate gray card with stylized edges and a small divet in the center. When held for a few seconds, a holographic "OM3G4" popped up in varying shades of blue, showing his gamer name, then after a few seconds it would switch to his contact information and go on a cycle. It was over the top, but his agent had said it tested really well so they'd made them the VIP cards he gave to people worth his time so to speak. He just thought they looked cool.<br/><br/> After handing her that, he held the other card up for her to see. His driver's license that said "Alexander Shadmore". "We can put whatever we want on business cards and still get business. That doesn't mean we use our real name on em'." Try as she might, she couldn't get him to shake what she said was a case of mistaken identity. The reason being he knew it wasn't. In over half a decade, he'd never seen anyone look even a little bit similar to Kasey, and not only did he not forget faces, he still had all his old year books and went over them from time to time since school had been a great era in his life. <br/><br/>There was no way this wasn't Kasey Esposito, and he'd bet everything on it. But why was she so mad?! After he made his point, he replaced his license in his wallet, then the wallet in his pocket and took another puff of the blunt before cradling it between two fingers and holding it down at his side. She asked him why "Kasey" would want to talk to him now if he never talked to her before. And he shrugged again.  "It wasn't like I ignored her. I just never saw her around. The few times I did she was busy or I was. Just seems like our paths didn't cross for some reason. And. Well. Because...I heard about what happened to her mother. Well after the fact, unfortunately.<br/><br/> Turns out her mom was <em>taken</em> before her time by her abusive husband. Their were rumors and stuff at school about why she just disappeared one day, but it was high school. Their were rumors about everybody and most of it was bullshit. A lady friend of my dad's told us about it at dinner once, though. How unfortunate her mom was. How the asshole barely even got a slap on the wrist for doing what he did and a firing squad for killing his wife would be too good for him. By the time I heard, she'd been ghost for at least a month or two.<br/><br/> Nobody knew where she went. Nobody could find her. It was like she dropped off the map. She had even changed her number and her e-mail, all her social media was disconnected. It was like she wanted to disappear." He paused, looking at her with genuine sincerity in his eyes, as well as confusion, because he still wasn't sure why she was so angry. "So if after half a decade, I see her looking exactly the same but more mature, even if she is going by a whole new name...I'd at least want to be able to give her my condolences. Tell her I'm sorry she had to go through that. I know how painful it is to have the woman who brought you into the world snatched away because some idiot just did his thing with no thoughts for his actions. But if she still didn't want to talk to me, I'd just ask her to at least tell me why. I know people get super powers all the time, but I'm not one, and even if I did have powers, they wouldn't be telepathy, so I wouldn't be able to read her mind. Now or back then." <br/></span><br/>