Always Noided;

Milo Gillespie. [X-Men OC, will rp with any fandom. FC: Edward Norton. I track the tag forext.]

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From Blood Into Wine

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Avey glanced up at him with a quirked eyebrow. Suddenly, she wasn’t quite feeling up to anything, and finishing her coffee was a task not even Jesus would be able to handle.

"When you say ‘sometime’ I assume you mean right now." she said bluntly. This guy looked nervous as hell, she could see his hands shaking, practically feel the table vibrate. She felt bit a bad for him because she could tell. It wasn’t social awkwardness or some sort of immature response to a ‘pretty lady’. This awkwardness was inward. More like a defense mechanism he was fighting to ignore. She was too.

"because I’d be fine with that."

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'I'd be fine with that.' It bounced around in Milo's head, repeating and echoing.

Her smile was comforting, like she was letting Milo know to calm down. He breathed for a second before even thinking about replying. This was amazing, he actually met a real person who wanted to spend time with him and not just have a pity coffee. Milo didn't notice he wasn't shaking anymore. 

"That'd be nice." He couldn't keep back how much he was grinning, though he really didn't know why he was trying to. Despite Milo's lies to himself, he wanted to have someone to talk to. Being all by yourself other than the occasional monthly letter from your grandma isn't ideal. But he wasn't going to bring that up, he'd talked enough about his grandma. 

"I don't live too far from here actually. Would you be okay with walking?"

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Milo opened the door and looked down to the scuzzy shag space carpet. It had planets and everything. He went to this small arcade on Thursdays after work, usually. It was just something to fill the time. Milo didn't enjoy it too much.

He walked over to the coin machine and tried to drown out the few children screams that bustled through the building. Zoning out and wasting a couple hours is all he wanted for tonight. 

He lagged towards Pac Man, with the overpriced tokens loosely held in his fist. There was a person already playing, which was weird. There was usually no one here in the corner. Milo gazed at the screen from a few feet behind. The girl playing had a bright red hoodie with the hood up. She was quick... but not hurried. When she moved it was a decisive snap of the wrist, not flustered shaking of the joystick. It was entertaining to watch her play.

After awhile, the game over jingle played and over the droning tones of the place he could hear her fingers clack onto the dirty plastic machine. Milo felt nervous, he stood straight and looked between the screen and her. She had bright green hair and her hands were thin and long. He felt like he should say something before she left.

"Nice score."

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It slipped my mind And for a time I felt completely free A world of trouble Silent double A pawn unto a queen I laugh now But later’s not so easy I gotta stop The will is strong but the flesh is weak I guess that’s it I’ve made my bed and I lie in it I’m still hanging on Bird upon a wire I fall between the waves I avoid your gaze I turn out of phase A pawn unto a queen I laugh now But later’s not so easy I gotta stop The will is strong but the flesh is weak I guess that’s it I’ve made my bed and I lie in it But it’s eating me up It’s eating me up It’s eating me up (If I get free of all my snares and my nets)…

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From Blood Into Wine

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He was a weird one. She wasn’t used to weird ones. Something about him, though, was warm and comforting. Avey was by no means a trusting person, and though it made her uncomfortable how open she was being with a stranger, it also made her comfortable to know she could be.

"That’s alright." she politely declined, cupping her latte within her hands and taking another light sip. "I’ve got more than enough shit filling up my house…" she trailed off. Right. She didn’t have a house anymore. Sold it. Got rid of all those memories. She lived in a tiny little apartment. Moving to Philadelphia might of been the worst idea she had ever had. "But thanks, though. I bet you’ve got a pretty good collection."

It occurred to her then that she was still a mutant. A monster and a killer. And this guy was still an innocent awkward soul. Avey placed her chin on her hand, sighing slightly and staring at the wooden grain of the table.

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Milo felt his hand quiver. Did he come off like he was boasting? No... no, people compliment other people's things. But she was sarcastic about it like... he couldn't figure out what it was. Avey was probably being playful. He liked that she had that air about her, how she had a sarcastic relationship with the world. Milo wouldn't allow himself to turn this into a negative thing.

Let go.

"Yeah, that's okay. Maybe we could listen to them sometime then." God, he keeps inviting her to things that they don't have a place in doing. They're strangers. He's a mutant with no friends and a boring job and this was never supposed to happen or work out. Things aren't supposed to go well.

Milo was extremely happy but he felt like he shouldn't be. He looked at his hands and wondered if the slight shaking was noticeable. 

"If you want to."

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This guy, Milo apparently, was getting weirder and weirder as time went on. Food and then the aquarium? Was this a tour or a date? Myler was about to decline, but a light rumble in his stomach protested, and a flash of hot salted french fries made him salivate.

"Is there some magical Philadelphia delicacy I should try?" He was teasing the city more than he was teasing Milo. "Like, I dunno, fried hobo?"

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"Hmm, maybe." Milo said while trying not to laugh. This guy understood Philadelphia. "There's a great fried hobo stand near the aquarium I think." Lunch wasn't even a big meal for Milo, he usually took a small snack to work and that was enough. What if Myler wasn't really hungry either? Milo didn't want to force something like that on someone, especially if he wasn't going to eat a lot himself. Oh well.

He turned slightly and nodded invitingly towards the empty street.

"Wanna go?"

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From Blood Into Wine

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"I’m sure she listened to music once in her life. Back in her day, love-making music was at an all time high." She teased. She smirked with the hope of making him imagine his mom getting laid. 

She took a sip of her latte, frowning slightly that there was way too much whipped cream, but hiding it behind the Styrofoam. A stupid thing to get upset about, and this Milo seemed like a worrier. God only knew what a frown would do to him. She looked him up and down for a few moments. Not bad looking. Nice hair. Clean face. Tall, lanky. She’d never had a chance to grow out of her teenage girl phase when it came to men she was attracted to. Another problem of marrying young. 

Bringing up your grandma is fine, but maybe not a deceased husband just yet. 

"That’s…sort of a loaded question." she replied when he sent the question her way. She played with a loose strand of hair, staring at his face and thinking of what his answer would be until it occurred to her too much time had passed and now she had no answer of her own.

"Uh…mostly…calm techno? Beats that move fast but slow y’know? I don’t like all that hectic stuff, but I don’t like the depressing shit like the Smiths either. I’ve spent enough of my life knowing the world sucks, music is supposed to be an escape not a cage."

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Wow. It's one thing if someone else enjoys the same thing as you, but when you both understand something it just feels... special. "Y-yeah! You are, I feel the same way. I sort of need that... that other world to not suck." Milo turned and smiled, like he didn't want her to see. This shit doesn't happen regularly. It shouldn't, at least. She's a random stranger and he couldn't help but feel happy. "I've got a million CDs at my apartment, they started overflowing my shelf so I have these," Milo motioned with his hands, trying to find the words, "giant plastic music pillars lying around."

His thoughts were distracting, like they were more of the conversation than the words were. Avey just felt like she did whatever the fuck she wanted, like if they became friends they would have a thing between them that meant who they are as an individual came first. It was freeing and... He went on and on in his head. Milo wanted to be in elementary school again to go home and tell someone how cool of a person he met today.

The lights burned brighter and her clothes were more vibrant than he remembered. He felt like he was in a movie. Like there should be someone narrating his thoughts, like they were important for some reason. "I could give you some sometime. The CDs I mean, it'd be nice to get them out of the apartment." Milo lied. He liked his pillars, he liked his bulky collection and he didn't want to make it any less than it was. But he didn't want to be creepy either, so he added that reason. He has been creepy enough tonight.

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  "Yeah, but I’d like to know your name first." His senses were finally catching up to him. This guy knew Myler’s name, but whoever the stranger was had managed to stay as allusive as the 18 year old had made his own last name. He tried emulate Kyle, his friend from middle school. They hadn’t talked in years and Myler knew nothing about what he was like now, but back then he was a strong and cautious person who managed to hide caution behind being standoffish. Something in Myler twitched. The part that reminded him if he didn’t emulate people like that, he’d be nothing but a boring pile of bones, organs and flesh.

"Then we can go." Might as well stick with it. This guy seemed interesting enough, and maybe insane would happen…so long as Myler didn’t accidentally electrocute himself.

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"Yeah of course," Milo stood up a bit straighter and leaned his head to the left. "It's Milo." How could he forget his name? He gets so caught up in his own spirals of thoughts that he misses things like introducing himself. But this Myler guy had something relaxing about him, like Milo didn't have to worry too much.

He thought about the whole thing. People don't just come up to other people and start doing stuff, right? It seemed fast and weird... Milo didn't know, the only friends he made were in school where you had to talk to someone or you'd go insane, at least in Milo's case. But this was nice, he genuinely wanted it to work out. He wanted a friend.

Milo turned to Myler and said as enthusiastically one could be about food, "You hungry?"

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From Blood Into Wine

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"Vanilla chai latte." she answered quickly. Briskly. She moved to head towards a small window table, not asking where he wanted to sit. Not to be rude, really, she just didn’t see a reason to. He didn’t even have to sit with her if he didn’t want.

She heard the question from behind her and just as she was about to tell her that in fact, no, she was from Raleigh, North Carolina, he interupted to impose another question.

She scoffed and shook her head before her face dropped.

"Wait, you’re fucking serious?" Did that come out offensive? Probably. Avey calculated her actions and her brain waves and her anxiety levels. She calculated risk factor and who was a threat, who would betray, who already has, and who she should deal with before she has no other option. She over analyzed and not even she could deny her honestly mentally unsound paranoia. But one thing Avey did not thing long about, was the words that spewed out of her lipglossed mouth.

"Of course I do. I haven’t heard of a single person who hasn’t listened to music. Unless their deaf or some shit." she raised her eyebrows slightly, leaning back in her chair. "That’s like asking if someone has seen the color red, dontcha think?"

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This time Milo couldn't help but smile. This girl was badass. "I don't know... my grandma never listens to music." His smile got bigger just thinking about it, how playfully and quick Avey snarked out her reply. Then it hit him that he just said something about his grandma. God, not getting any better, Milo. 

He looked down into his hot coffee milk that frothed at the top of his cup. Was he starting to like this girl? It was way to early to even think about that, she was still just a stranger to him but... he at least knew he would like to be friends with her. She was funny and witty and quick with every word. Milo's happy smirk stayed even though he was beating himself up about the grandma thing he said.

He quickly snapped his head up, coming back from his thoughts. The chirping of people's conversations and the dim orange cafe lights made him feel light-headed and nervous. Milo was usually able to hide all of this and stay collected but he kept doing and saying stupid things.

He cleared his throat and smiled again. 

"What kind of music do you listen to?"

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From Blood Into Wine

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Avey stared him down, her eyebrow raised in a mix between confusion and amusement. “You asked me, y’know. I don’t think I’m the creepy one.” She never really was one to pick up on a joke. Though, in her defense, this guy wasn’t the best at giving them.

She nodded at him when he opened the door, crossing her arms over her chest as if the warmth of the cafe was just as cold as the outside air. It was loud. She didn’t like swarms of noises. Especially voices. She twitched within her cardigan.

She turned towards the stranger when he spoke…Milo. That was like an 80 year old grandpa’s name. Still, she figured it was a courtesy to smile at the man paying for her drinks.

"I’m Avey, and I’m not a pedophile. Especially since you’re, like, 20… Nice to meet you."

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Avey. Milo really liked that name for some reason, it felt like drinking mango juice when he said it in his head. Avey. He snapped out of saying it over and over and stepped up to the counter. "I'll have a plain latte and..." She ordered and he handed the crumpled money to the cashier. Now it was time to start actually talking, to ask a question or something. Milo turned and bit his lip for a second. "Do you live in Philadelphia?" 

They sat and he looked at her. She was a bit slow... not in intelligence, she actually seemed very bright, but in her movements. They were precise and careful. Everything she did felt thought out, actually. Milo couldn't help but smile, he didn't notice before but she was pretty. 

Okay... another question. For some reason he felt more confident than usual, and he just went with the flow. "Do you uh," he laughed mid sentence. Why was that funny this is not a funny question. Maybe going with the flow was not best for him. "Do you listen to music?"

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….oh. Aquarium. Water. Lots and lots of water. Not just in the tank. Small miniature water parks for kids, puddles of water on the walk ways that are there but, for some god forsaken reason, nobody questions. Myler wasn’t a big water fan and, therefore, wasn’t a huge aquarium fan. Not that he wasn’t a huge…whoever-this-guy-was fan. Well, he wasn’t, but bringing up water made him realize which was scarier. A liquid that makes up 70% of earth? Or a random straggly stranger wanting to go on a nonchalant date to the aquarium? Obviously water. 

"I…well…yeah, sure. Why not?"

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Okay. He's gonna go to an aquarium... right now... with Myler. Okay. That wasn't as hard as Milo thought, he's just going to go to an aquarium with some guy. What if he didn't like him though? What were they going to talk about? He stood blankly and took a second to wonder. Starting conversations were always the hardest part for Milo, after that he let himself go and forget about everything else.

"Yeah it's right down there," Milo nodded, "a few blocks away." Myler had a weird hesitance with the situation, maybe he wasn't an aquarium guy. Or maybe he was just contemplating whether or not he wanted to spend some time with a random Philadelphian. But Myler seemed like a cool person, it'd be interesting talking to him even if they didn't have any common interests. Milo felt like that would be a good friend. Someone who goes well with who he was and not just with what he liked.

Anyway. "Are you okay with walking?"

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Philadelphia…It was weird for Myler to be walking around in it when he knew he should be making his way towards New York. But to think he had never gone past Ohio in his life, making a stop at Philadelphia didn’t seem like an entirely bad idea.

Not that he was sure where to go or what to do. What was here except the Liberty Bell and trashy citizens? His eyes darted around rather desperately to try and catch a glimpse of someone who didn’t seem like they would murder him if he got too close. He smirked a bit at his fear of murder. He could produce extreme volts of electricity of his body and he still lived in fear of all the unknown factors. What a boring way to live.

Then he spotted someone, or maybe the someone spotted him. They both stared at each other for an awkward amount of time before Myler made his way across the street and towards the stranger.

Here goes nothing.

"Hey, I’m Myler," he avoided using his last name, his suspicions still high. "Are you from around here? I’m kinda passing through and I just thought there might be some attractions you could lead me towards?" He spoke clearly and surely. He always did when he knew exactly what was going on and exactly what he wanted. It was when this guy responded with an unknown variable that Myler would begin to fumble.

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"Yeah, I can show you around this place." Milo smirked. This guy seemed as frigid and awkward as him, which was hard to come across. He just wished there was a way to easily communicate that they were both uptight about this sort of thing, like somehow that would make it to where they wouldn't need to be anymore. "I've lived here for a while, it's a nice place to live ordinarily but attractions..." Milo fidgeted with his back pockets. "There's a really nice aquarium on Riverside Drive." Myler looked like an aquarium guy. Sometimes you can just tell who's an aquarium guy and who's not. 

Milo was strangled with nervousness, he realized he didn't know if this guy was inviting him to a sort of town tour or if he just needed directions. How the hell was he going to introduce the idea of either? If he intended to go along he would just be a creepy cook going to an aquarium with a stranger. Then again, Milo pledged to finally get some friends not too long ago and this could be a nice opportunity. He stood there, with his hands in his back pockets, and swallowed his intense fear.

"Would you want to go?"

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From Blood Into Wine

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The air was brisk outside, and Avey took deep breaths just to see them appear in the air. Science was weird, she thought. Her body was more than evidence enough. 

Her feet clacked lightly on the concrete streets. Philadelphia. Why the hell was this place a tourist attraction? A few bars there, a few creeps here, and a bell with a fucking crack in it. Boring, if you asked her. What she needed was a drink. Or some curry or something. How long had it been since she had curry? How much would curry cos-

All those arbitrary thoughts that Avey was thinking just to fill the space in her head were cut off almost immediately when a heavy weight fell onto her back and she fumbled forward. She didn’t fall face first, but she heard the snap as the heel of her left shoe broke…dammit. Shit she had just bought these things. Gone through weeks of blisters to break them in…

She turned towards the perpetrator and tried not to look to upset. But then he started talking…fast. Well, okay, his words weren’t fast…but his assumptions were. Did a stranger just ask her to get a drink? Without even giving her his name? Or asking for hers? Or giving a slight pause for her to say he didn’t need to be sorry? She hadn’t dated since Adam…was this how people did it?

"I…that’s a bit out of nowhere." Avey informed him. "But I guess I’ll go if you pay." She decided. If she could get a free drink out of this, she felt more than fine with this ordeal. She had her jackknife in her pocket. If this fucker ended up being a serial murder, she’d be covered.

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"This is insane...sorry." Milo let out a small laugh then looked into her eyes concernedly. "Are you alright?" He quickly examined her, making sure not to gaze at her body like a creep. She had a great, structured posture which was surprising because she was missing a heel on her shoe. He hoped he didn't do that...even though he was sure he did. Everything happened almost instantly. It felt like he flew. Which, from what he heard, was possible for people like him. People... or freaks, gods, mutated cesspools of anti-humanity, destroyers of the American way of life. God bless the home of the free. 

"Yeah, I'll pay." Milo looked at the cafe. What did he get himself into? He doesn't know this person...at all. The possible outcomes flew through his head, each like a twinkling Christmas light that shone brightly and faded quickly. Dead, drugged, chained up or rejected were among the flickering and saturated thoughts. Milo wasn't sure what was worse. 

He returned his sight to her. "I really hope you're not the kind of person who asks strangers to coffee. Those people are wacky." Milo smugly smirked while straightening his stiff but soft white button down shirt. He made a notion with his head to walk to the door, then opened it for her while checking his pocket for crumpled up cash. Why did he promise to pay if he didn't know he had enough money? But he did, and after all this he was relieved to stand still in the warm coffee shop. It was noisy but calmly so, the sounds filled the air but didn't strangle it. 

Milo looked around. This lady probably thought he was crazy, a pedophile or a murderer or someone who wears fedoras. The impression he currently had on her was terrible, he nearly hated himself for how he must have came off. Maybe he was being irrational...but he was still afraid she didn't like him. 'This lady'. He didn't even know her name. Yeah, he was definitely wacky in her eyes.

"I'm Milo, I uh- what's your name?"

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The elevator trucked downwards, making a harsh clack on every floor it passed. Milo was on floor 24, so he drowned these out as much as possible. He closed his eyes… was there anything he needed to do today? No, not really. It was a Saturday too, so there was no work tomorrow.

The doors opened, along with his eyes. He hated how the lobby was so dimly lit and mellow, with a quaint fish tank on the side and deep smokey wood walls. The rest of the building was a bursting bright linoleum hell. The receptionist looked up while packing her things and waved, “Bye, Milo!” He was one of the last to leave, but he needed the hours. He didn't make much. "Bye, Sarah," he said with a complacent and somewhat forced grin. 

Milo ripped the doors open and walked outside, starting towards his apartment. He had no idea what he was going to do when he got home so he hoped something else would come up. Luckily, in that moment, something did. Milo tripped on a crack in the sidewalk and bumped into a lady. After recollecting himself he thought intensely, looking at and analyzing every detail of her expression. She was kind, surprised, but nice. There was something about her that was familiar and connecting. For the first time in two years Milo felt the audacity to randomly become friends with someone. He didn't have friends, ever since he moved here. And there was nothing else to do.

"Hi, sorry about that. Do you wanna get a coffee or something?" Milo pointed directly to his left side, "at that cafe?"