When Two Forces Meet

[Logan Diacha]

After all Derek's dawdling, Logan had finically done it. She had managed to contact all the names Derek had provided her and set up connections. Now they had people in the States, and now it was only a matter of reviewing over the different jobs to do and setting up which group would do what. That and calling Derek of course. Which was part of the reason Logan had come out to the docks in the first place. Even though her first time there had been.... interesting.

"...Yes. I'm looking over some potential jobs now." Logan said into the phone, eying her laptop as she scrolled through a few screens at an incredibly fast rate. She kept her back to the water, so she could keep watch if anyone approached.

"Good! The sooner we see how good our friends are in America, the better!" Came Derek's cheery response. Logan only raised an eyebrow at that.

"Just leave that to me, Derek."

"What do you think I'm doing?" He scoffed. "I leave everything to you! As always." That managed to earn a chuckle from Logan. However, it soon cut off as she realized someone was approaching.

"Talk to you later." Was all she said before hanging up and pocketing the phone. Why did it always seem like no matter where she went, someone managed to bother her? It would probably be best if she just stayed in her room. Everywhere else she seemed to meet someone.

[Drew Conner]

Unlike most students that called the campus of Bellefonte Academy home, Drew had no need to venture into the boathouse to get away from people, to dig into some secret stash of alcohol or drugs, and he certainly didn't need it for sake of conducting any sort of private business. He didn't partake in many backroom deals anymore and with his own apartment at his disposal, the need for privacy within the Academy was minimal, at best. No. Drew was in the boathouse for one simple reason: A boat. More specifically, his boat. Technically it was shared with his sister, Eve, though she rarely (if ever) took advantage of it. Now, with summer drawing to an end and time being taken up with classes and homework, it was time to prepare the craft for its hibernation through the fall and winter.

Pushing open the door to the boathouse, Drew quirked a brow as he caught sight of the girl. His head shook a little and he let out a sigh. He barely gave her a glance as he crossed the room toward the ramp that led down to the covered docks where the boats were secured. "Kind of cliche to be having 'secret' phone calls in the boathouse, don't you think?" Drew said calmly as he shrugged the bag off his shoulder that carried his supplies for the job and set it onto the dock. "If you really don't want to risk someone hearing what you have to say, you should probably find a place with a lot less traffic."

[Logan Diacha]

As the boy came in, he seemed vaguely familiar. From what exactly, Logan couldn't quite place. But she'd look into that more later, as the boy was speaking now. He spoke about the cliche with secret meetings in a boathouse, his tone calm as he set down a bag. It seemed to be full of repair tools. He was probably checking up on one of the boats, although he did not strike Logan as an everyday repair man. His pose was too proper, and his dialect too well formed. He had to be someone of upper class. Everything about him just screamed it. Especially with Logan's trained eye for such things.

"Perhaps." Logan offered with a shrug, her tone as flat and neutral as her expression. "There was no traffic until you showed up." She added with a shrug, checking her screen before closing it all together and standing, stretching. "You speak from experience." it was more statement than question.

[Drew Conner]

"One doesn't need experience to pay attention to the goings on around them." Drew replied calmly without missing a beat. He wasn't here to talk, though if it was conversation the unknown young lady wished, he wouldn't deny her. Anyway, he always found it a bit humorous when he saw people around their age walking around, playing like they were important when so few of them would ever truly amount to much of anything once this silly little game of school ended and they were left to fend for themselves. "I've just been here long enough to know where people tend to do the business they don't want anyone else to know of."

A smirk touched Drew's lips as he crossed the boathouse. He pulled his attention from the girl and scanned over the numerous shelves and drawers built into the maintenance bench on the far side of the room. He looked over the various tools and other pieces of equipment needed to maintain and repair the boats and other craft kept here for a moment then his eyes lit up. "Right." He stepped to the wall where one of the shelves had been mounted and pulled part of the wood away revealing a small, hidden cubby. "So many people were clever enough to hide whatever they could in here it's become cliche." He withdrew a dusty, glass bottle from the cubby and blew on it to reveal a bit of the label before frowning distastefully. "If they're going to break the rules, the least they could do is show a little class." He muttered before slipping the bottle back into its place.

[Logan Diacha]

Despite the boy's words, Logan had a feeling. There was something about the boy. He was too smooth in his reply. That and Logan generally had a good feel for those who were or had been in the slightly darker business. She was definitely getting vibes from this boy. Faint ones, maybe, but they were there all the same. It made her actually pay attention to him, but not too much. Her eyes had gone back to her screen, which had changed into a normal screen one would see on a teenager's laptop. She closed it up anyways. "That or find a place to be alone." Logan returned with the same neutral and bored tone.

Still the boy went on, searching bottles as Logan checked her phone after it had vibrated from her brother. The other boy kept talking, saying how cliche the place had gotten with all that people hid in it. His next comment on showing class had Logan raising an eyebrow. "And how would they do that?" Logan inquired drily as she kept her eyes on her phone.

[Drew Conner]

"Public places rarely make for a good escape." Drew pointed out with a faint shrug. This girl was... different than most of the others. She seemed more driven, perhaps? More in tune with the world around her. It was easy to tell when there was more going on behind a person's gaze and this girl looked as though she had enough to keep any number of the absent-minded teens he attended the Academy with busy. Maybe it was nothing more than meeting a kindred spirit of sorts. Someone who, like Drew, wasn't sold on the games kids play and understood where they were at right now, while seemingly the most important time in their lives, was merely just a prelude to the real story their lives would eventually become.

"Something better than seven dollar vodka would be a start." Drew replied without missing a beat as he replaced the cover of the small cubby the bottle had been stashed in. With a bit of a shrug he crossed the boathouse once more and started down the few steps that led down to the dock where his boat was tied. "Then again, maybe it's unfair to judge them so harshly." He mused, chuckling lightly to himself. "There's enough of a disparity between all of us to hold everyone to the same standards, don't you think, Miss...?"

[Logan Diacha]

"The only person who's come to this public place so far is you and me." She remarked, eyeing her phone. She had been there for a very good amount of time already, and this strange boy was the only other she had encountered since she came there. But it was getting later and she had been just about ready to leave if she was being honest. Although now she was faintly intrigued.

Logan raised an eyebrow. Vodka? Really? That's what he had picked up? What was it with teens and their alcohol? But Logan kept her eyes on her screen as the boy moved and headed towards the boats. At his last comment, Logan quirked an eyebrow a little before glancing at him. She debated answering and giving her name, but it would be stranger if she didn't.

"Logan. And you?"