Flee -- A Jumper RP -- Mods Please Delete.

[wolverine♥]

Bump!

[wolverine♥]

Bumpity bump! >:D

[Lady Mekka]

(Are we allowed to start to RPing?)

[wolverine♥]

(Well, I would like a user or two first, but I guess this will have to do. Sorry, I forgot about this RP actually. xD I'll leave the first post to you, Princess. School is really hectic now.)

[Lady Mekka]

(Aw, thanks! I3 )

Trisha pulled her dense brown hair back into a pony tail, her chocolate eyes observing the bustling city streets below her. Ciro was busy this time of year with tourists and locals, all aiming for the same thing- a huge market filled with knick-knacks and exotic foods... and loaded pockets. Easing back into the roof access door, she padded quietly down the stairs to the street, her beige clothing blending into the crowd with ease as she sorted the people around her. Blonde woman with an unreal looking face and body- obviously a rich girl with a loaded daddy, but she'd probably not be carrying much. Asian couple with graying hair and out of date American garb- not going to be rich, but might have some promise. Ah, here was the cream of the crop! A nondescript man in crisply pressed khaki pants with a powder blue oxford, casually strolling down the center of the marketplace. Trish slowly slid up to the man, careful to act as if she was just stall counter shopping, until she was right next to him. Turning to walk towards a stall across the way she noticed the bulge in his pants pocket was in his butt pocket, like a normal American man. Turning around again, as if distracted by the shiny baubles in the stall across the way, she pretended to trip, taking him down with her, her hand quickly fishing in his pocket while they squirmed on the ground.
"I'm so sorry!" Trisha said, pocketing his wallet as she helped dust the young man off.
"It's okay." he said, smiling kindly as he stood to help her up. A real gentleman, and a killer smile to boot. Trisha smiled flirtatiously back, holding on to his hand for longer than necessary.
"Trisha." She said, shaking his hand to make it less awkward.
"Nick." he said back, dropping her hand with reluctance.
"Oh, good! You're American!" she said, feinting relief. "I was afraid that I would have to try to explain this to an Egyptian or something. I'm not very good with foreign languages." She told a lie. She had always had a knack for picking languages up. She learned basic Arab in a week. Not that she was going to brag about it or anything. Nick laughed, his green eyes crinkling as he steered her to the side.
"Do you have a cell phone?" Trisha nodded eagerly, taking out a Sharpee pen to write her number on the back of his hand. Nick gingerly picked the pen out from between her fingers to write his number on her hand.
"I'll call you." Trisha promised, bitting her lip as she blushed a bit, taking the pen back and dropping it into her small bag. Nick smiled wider, a warm hand brushing her sun kissed shoulder.
"I'll be waiting." Trisha waved goodbye, hurrying back to the building. In the dark hallway she fished the wallet out of her bag, searching it's contents. It was empty, save an identification card. She groaned, but grabbed her cell phone.
'Hey,' she texted, 'I just found a wallet on the ground. U missing yours?'
'Yeah. Where should I meet u?' Nick asked as Trisha rolled her eyes. So much for getting dinner tonight.
'The bauble stall we were across from?'
'Sure.' A few minutes later the cute American boy appeared in the crowd, almost a head taller than everyone else.
"You're a life saver." he said, grabbing his wallet from Trisha's hand. "How could I ever repay you?"
"You don't-"
"I'll take you to dinner." Nick said, taking out a scrap of paper from his pocket. Trisha offered her pen again, and Nick scribbled an address for her. "Meet me here tonight at 8?" Trisha nodded, euphoric. She was going to get a meal after all!

(I was really bored... >> So, Nick isn't an actual character for the story, just a filler. If a hunter wants to try to catch her before she reaches the restaurant, that'd probably be the best for the plot. :3)

[wolverine♥]

(That's awesome! Fillers are the ultimate RPing time-killer. ^^;)

Lee watched the landscape below him silently, his eyes bright. At the moment, he was perched on top of the Statue of Liberty, hanging on to one crown spikes. He liked the fresh feeling of the early-fall wind sting his face -- fall was his favorite season. The boy sighed and stepped back - right into Paris, France. He stepped out of the alley warily, for the streets were insanely crowded. End-of-summer sales, he thought. Tucking his hands into his pockets, he started his treck through the completely unfamiliar. I need to learn French! He thought as he listened to the tourists and locals chat away about unknown subjects.

The little shop was small and quaint. It had small chimes hanging around an doorless doorway, leaving a peaceful tinkle whenever the wind blew. Lee stepped through the opening uncertainly - it was mainly filled with young women flicking through the clothes racks and trying out purses. Lee had been watching a beautiful Hawaiian girl when he had Jumped there yesterday. He was wondering if he should try to buy her something from this little shop, but he didn't see anything that she would probably like.
"Can I help you?"
Lee turned to see an extremely short lady standing behind him. "What? Oh - um, well, yeah."
She gave a friendly smile. "Great! Were you looking for something in particular?"
"Do you have anything Hawaiian?" The short lady considered this.
"Hawaiian? What's what?"
"Umm...Never mind. Maybe I'll come back later." Lie.
"Okay!" She strutted to go and bother other customers that looked liek they were fine by theirselves. Lee left the stoor with a flash, returning to his apartment with a sigh. Oh well.

[Lady Mekka]

(I3 Yeah... So, who owns a hunter who needs something to do? I really don't want to type another section with Nick and Trisha flirting... I've had too much of that while writing my current story. >>)

[wolverine♥]

(I think this RP is just about to be closed now. :{ There just isn't enough people, and it isn't active at all. Sorry Princess, but I just don't think It's working out. D; I never have good luck with my RPs anyways.)