The Leagues. discussion

*RP*

Simon strolled inside.

Michelle casually flitted inside and headed for the band aid stuff aisle.

Simon walked up to the snack aisle looking for a quick treat.

She walked up to the counter with a basket of mini first aid kits, but took a detour through the snack aisle.

Simon couldn't decide between a bar of chocolate or some gum....

She reached around him and grabbed a packet of 5 gum. "Excuse me," she said politely.

Simon moved out of the way, then decide to get a bar of chocolate.

"Mars? I'd go for Hershey's."

He thought about it for a second then grabbed the Hershey bar,"Thanks, my name's Simon" he said putting out his free hand to shake.

She shifted the basket to her left hand. "In- I mean Michelle. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you to" he said as he headed for the counter.
((Assuming that she is too :P ))

((yeah))
She let him go in front of her. ((because she's that nice. :P))

But he insisted she go before him, since he was a gentleman.

She fake courtseyed and placed her basket on the counter. She gave the girl a fifty and walked away, her sack in hand.

((fifty))

Simon gave the cashier a five dollar bill and told her to keep the change. Then walked outside(away?)

She tripped over her own shoe lace. "Shit!" she shrieked, going down.

Simon quickly helped her pick up her stuff.

"What an idiot I am. Thanks," she said politely.

"Your welcome. We all are clumsy sometimes, just some more then others" he said, smiling.

She couldn't help but smile back. "Really, thanks." She faked a cringe to look like she hurt herself. Maybe I need to dial it down on looking normal. I never would have done anything so clumsy. she thought.

"Are you okay?" he asked. She doesn't look like it really affected her, but her expression is of pain...hmm... he thought.

"I'm just embarrassed."

"Ok, do you need any help walking home?" he asked, trying to be polite.I need to find out more about...this girl he thought to himself.

((???))

((sorry))
She thought about it for a moment. "Yeah, thanks."

As they began to walk, he asked,"So, what sort of job to you have?"

"I don't work, I'm a millionaire," she said mysteriously.

"That sounds boring, well even though I too have lots of money, I am a musician" he replied.

She nodded. "I play Bari Sax, Alto Sax, Tenor Sax, Flute, Percussion, trombone, trumpet, and guitar," she said quietly.

"I can technically play any instrument, but I prefer the wind and string instruments" he replied.

She nodded. "Same, I prefer the saxaphones over all."

(((that no fair if they are both musical prodigies :P))

((suck it up. they're both heroes.))

((well what else is she good at, I mean she cant be perfect...you should write this on you charrie's profile))

((she can't whistle.))

((that all...art? computers? is she a genius? sports? etc...)

((she hates doing charcoal drawings.))

((OK, is she extremely talented and skilled at everything or just okay at them, not half bad, good))

((pretty much perfect at everything lol. she loves rugby though. she's kind of a tomboy.))

((Sorry, but in MY opinion she seems little...too perfect. Even heroes aren't perfect, actually most of the time they are far from perfect.))

((yes, but, she's terrible with people. really bad depression and her love life is dead.))

((okay,but I will find her flaw :P or at least the Villains will))

((ook whatever you say))

His eyes widened,"Then why don't you use your skills?"

She tilted her head. "What do you mean?" she asked, slightly confused.

((she sounds like a person who lived in a perfect little bubble called home, didn't meet many people, was raised to do or have anything she wanted...and now she faces the world))

"I mean, what do you do whit your free time, for fun, a hobby?"

He knows something... "I'm an artist. I paint, draw, write, compose, play, anything really. Yesterday I spent three hours perfecting my water color. I can't stand the charcoal stuff though."

"Okay..." he said.Is she real? I am suspicious now...