Oooh. What A Bounce.

[Cain]

OOC: Torrin

Every city has a park. Just as New York had its Central Park, so did San Diego. And such was the place that Cain chose to pass his time at on this particular day. Yeah, it was a Sunday. And that meant no school. As happy as most people would be, Cain was pretty much frustrated about it. School was the place where he could savour and obtain as much adrenaline and thrill as he could get. But here, in the streets of San Diego, discipline was instilled stronger than it was in New York, surprisingly. Here, the police always came earlier than those in New York did. As such, Cain found it quite hard to find a proper and standing underground fight club to earn money at.

He sat upon one of the park benches, wearing a white plain fitting shirt under a black jacket. The attire was followed up by a pair of dark blue denim Levi's jeans and a pair of Converse black sneakers. Yeah, he was dressed up quite plainly, but considering his appearance, it looked pretty good on him, actually. Yeah, he just had that natural ability to look good in anything he wore... As long as it wasn't too ridiculous. There were limits, after all. In his hand, he carried a cup of mango smoothie, the Junior sipping quietly on his own, enjoying the cooling and sweet taste of his favourite fruit. Ahh... Mango...

"AHH! HELP!"

Cain's eyes slowly shot up, his head tilting towards the left as he saw a man wearing a black hoodie and a beanie that was so low it even covered his eyes in its shadow. A pair of dark brown cargo pants and black boots. And in his hand, he carried something that seemed very off indeed. A pink purse. Cain raised his eyebrows as he allowed his eyes to pass the man, as at a distance behind him lay an old woman on the ground, right hand raised and pointing at the man. Oh, so that was it, huh?

Well, too bad Cain couldn't do anything. He was sitting down still, and the man was about to pass him... Well, maybe he could do something. His right hand jerked forward, that cup of mango smoothie escaping his lips and sliding through the man's arms, finding his face. The cold and sweet liquid sprayed out from the container and onto his face, creeping into his eyes and nose. Not really a pleasant feeling. A yelp of frustration escaped from his lips as he slowed down, his hands reaching up to wipe his face off the liquid. The beanie only served to make it worse, though, as it allowed the liquid to seep in, only serving to irritate his eyes more.

Hell, by the time he could see properly again, it was too late.

He bumped into one of the lamp post, his head bouncing off the metallic pole, almost knocking himself out as he fell on the ground, dazed completely.

Ouch. What a bounce.

[Torrin Ackers-Burr]

It felt like a typical Sunday in San Diego, at least to Torrin anyways.

The girl was wandering along a park path, making sure to avoid and wriggle from the passing and squealing children.
She hated going to crowded places. Literal 'HATE'. She hated crowds, she hated little whining kids, and hell, most the time she just hated people and interaction. She still found them weird, and besides the few, still avoided the majority like the plague.

'Torri, you should go out and make friends.' Her mother had told her that when she was in Germany still, almost every day. Yet she never made or kept a single friend. She hated the thought of falling weak to someone..
Yet who'd of thought a few years later, followed by a run-a-way trip to America, getting stranded, that finding a 'friend' wasn't all that.. horrible? Torrin blinked as she looked around. She wasn't going to ask strangers, but she did treasure the bond she had with her roommate, and a select few she encountered.. it was like coming to America really had a positive effect on her, over negative..

Torrin shook her head, taking a long swig from her ice cappuccino as she glared ahead slightly.
Her roommate also promoted the idea of her going out and finding friends.. yet Torrin had the extinct to fight anyone who made a 'move on her'; though in this time and age that was considered an act of friendship.. she just wasn't used to it.

Torrin appreciated these kinds of walks for the main reason she got to think, about any and everything, and nothing could disrupt her.
Or, normally it didn't..

'Help! He has my purse!'
Torri wasn't new to stealing, and crime. Her head jerked immediately as she saw an old lady on the ground with a man rushing off with her purse.
What?! In such a public place?!
Torrin blinked, watching him about to pass a bench before she'd go to catch him, when suddenly...

Suddenly she didn't even need to move.
Within a few seconds, her feet ready to move but not yet taking action, Torri noticed a man sitting on a bench had moved his hand, juice splattering along the thief's face, the grunt and growl and flail the man did before running into a light post.
Oh, ouch.

However she didn't just bare witness. She rushed over while the man was on the ground, hopefully unconscious, while his clothing were stained in the scent..of..mango..
If Torrin had to hate one fruit.. it was a mango. It was weird.. and the smell was near repulsive to her as she stared down at the male before snatching the purse from his hands, giving his body a kick before turning to present the stolen article to the old lady slowly making her way over.

Although Torri had only retrieved the purse from the unconscious body, the old lady still gave her the thanks, giving her a playful handshake while slipping her a crumpled slip..
Whoa! Did she just get some money for doing near nothing?
Torri watched the old lady walk off as she blinked and unfolded the slip in her hand.
It was an old receipt; figures.

"Uh.. Oh! Yous." Torri said once crumpling it back up and sticking it into her cargo pockets. "You shoulds call cops. T-The cops! The copers..Yush." Torri felt odd stumbling on those words, but she managed to get them out.. eventually.
"Gets him 'ocked away...ashholes.." Torrin hated thieves and crime lately, though since he was down and going away anyways.. maybe a few hits wouldn't be too--No, Torrin, no fighting in public!

Torrin turned back to the man in the black jacket, blinking as she looked him over. "...Your tricks was good.. but your prop wreaks.." She said with a frustrated expression, her lips sucking at her iced coffee trying to ignore the mango sensation tainting her tongue.



[[I'm sorry it's a little lengthy. Olivia Green@]]

[Cain]

Cain raised an eyebrow as he watched the uncanny scene unfold in front of him. Honestly, that mango juice had only meant to slow the thief down enough to allow Cain to get up and make chase. He had seen how fast the thief could run and the Junior knew it was not impossible to catch up to him. However, it seemed that the mango juice had done more than that. It momentarily blinded the man enough to cause him to smash into the lamp post. Cain's face scrunched as he saw it. That had to hurt. Ah, well, guess there was no need to run, after all. He sighed, utterly disappointed. Yeah, he had been meaning to smash the guy's face in, stealing from an old woman like that.

Just as he was about to get up to pick up the purse, however, a young blonde girl past him and moved towards the thief instead. Cain raised an eyebrow in curiousity, keeping his bottom glued to the bench still as he watched the girl pick up the purse, before turning back and returning it to the old lady. Wow, Cain really had to do nothing now. Except... He looked at his right hand...

His mango juice. ToT

He sighed. Well, the day just got a whole lot more depressing, his emerald eyes looking towards the young girl and the old woman at the distance, as she thanked him, before proceeding to pass him a slip of paper. Was that... Money? Oh, nice. Cain just got 'kill-steal'ed. Of course, from this distance, he could not see that it was just a receipt. Ah, who was he to bother? It was not like as if he did this for money, throwing mango juice at other people's faces.

He placed his hands at the back of his head then, a loud sigh escaping his lips as he leaned back against the bench. Well, since his day was going to be pretty much undisturbed, might as well stay here until something more interesting thing to do came to his mind.

"...Your tricks was good.. but your prop wreaks.."

English fail? Cain opened his eyes, figuring that those words had been addressed to him as he looked up. And there stood the blonde girl, looking at him with iced coffee in hand. Yeah, Cain could smell the faint scent of caffeine from where he sat. Tricks was good? And her accent. She was not from around here, was she? Though, Cain never really travelled the world much, so he could never tell from her accent where she was from. Eastern Europe, though, he was guessing. He had been to Britain, but none of them spoke the way she did.

And his prop? Cain turned back towards the thief that still lay on the ground. Whether he was conscious or not, it was difficult to tell, though Cain was leaning more towards the unconscious choice. He was still and silent, after all. Props. Mango juice? She disliked mango juice? Cain raised an eyebrow, turning back to her.

"Uhm... Thanks?"

And then, curiousity took over then as he continued.

"What'd she pass you, anyway? The old lady, I mean."

[Torrin Ackers-Burr]

Torrin took another sip, soon making a rather crackly noise from the end of her straw to signal her drink was no more.
She blinked, shook her cup, but noticed it was down to the ice; which she hated. She turned and tossed the plastic cup into the garbage bin near by, luckily getting it right in before turning to the sound of a voice; a male voice. The man she had spoken to?

Her blue hues returned to the bench where she was met with a set of eyes directed to her, and the man laying a few feet behind her. She did a double take at the blonde male before her to the culprit behind her, then back to the man speaking to her.
She nodded, her voice seeming lost for a second before she analyzed his words. Torrin hadn't really.. spoken to anyone besides her German roommate as of late, and normally they spoke in their native tongue if she were not learning new.. but Torrin knew this would be good practice; she had to learn sometime how to converse, right?

"The..ladeh..Oh!" Torrin blinked, her fingers slipping into her pocket to poke at the receipt which she felt slightly embarrassed about, her peachy cheeks even deepening to pink as she thought it over.
"She..oh..a-a beel." Torrin had to think; she didn't want to get laughed at, no, that's the least she'd need. Instead she felt into her other pocket and felt a clump of bills she'd brought with her; yes, these would do.

Torrin picked a random crumpled bill and pulled it from her pocket; a simple five dollar one to suffice the need, hopefully.
"Dis, fives." Torrin presented, almost proudly as she unfolded the bill more with a slight smirk on her lips.
Oh how she felt clever.