Post by Penelope Adams on Feb 2, 2016 15:24:10 GMT -6
Trevor Paige seemed to be the name on everyone's lips these days, yet the dream walker couldn't quite figure out why. And being curious as a cat crossing the road, naturally, that only meant she had to figure out what the deal was. After having a long and heated discussion with the rest of the members of the school news paper, they'd finally agreed to letting her get an interview with the young and overly mysterious young man.
And Penelope would do whatever it took. Well, nearly everything. She still had her self-respect and some morals, albeit often considered somewhat shady. But that hardly mattered right now. She was one hundred percent sure that if she could get the boy to share, she'd get one hell of a story.
And what else was there to do in high school?
Putting her hand over the open door way, blocking the young boy's path, Penelope offered him a sugar sweet smile that didn't quite reach her piercing gaze. She studied his features; took it all in. She wanted to capture every movement, every expression and especially every change.
"Mr. Paige," she greeted him, her tone even. "Since your class is over, and you don't happen to have another for, oh well, at least another hour or two-" She'd make sure to drop by right before one of his free periods. "-I'm going to assume that you'll have time for a quick chat."
Post by Trevor Paige on Feb 2, 2016 15:43:06 GMT -6
Now this, of all things, was certainly not what Trevor had expected as he was leaving his calculus class. He knew he'd garnered a certain reputation around campus and that suited him well enough. As long as people were letting rumors fly the truth would be all the more difficult to find. And what, pray tell, was the truth? One thing was certain, Trevor would never tell.
A quick sweep over the girl and Trevor new exactly who he was dealing with. More specifically he knew the type of girl this was. He knew her name, sure, but he knew just about everyone on campus's name. He didn't have much of a choice in that, it came with his mutant power. Without missing a beat, Trevor smirked and shrugged his backpack onto his shoulder. "Oh, see now this is interesting." He said with a faint nod. "Why would someone from the school newspaper want to talk with me?" For just a brief moment it seemed as though he was speaking genuinely, as if he truly didn't know why anyone would find any sort of interest in him or his activities. But the innocent act was just that, an act. He knew it and made not attempt to hide it. The smirk didn't waver long before it was back in full force. "Okay then, Lois Lane, if we're going to talk can we at least not do it in the doorway of Mrs. Fulton's calculus class?"
Post by Penelope Adams on Feb 2, 2016 15:48:34 GMT -6
Mimicking the smirk the boy wore, the brunette tilted her head. "Guess we'll find out," she replied without missing a beat. In truth, Penelope didn't know wether or not the boy meant what he said - or not. In fact, she didn't really care. Her instincts told her there was a story here and she'd be damned if she didn't at the very least try. Lois Lane? Well, wasn't he a clever little boy? Sadly, Penelope had been called much worse during her years at Bellefonte, so the name hardly phased her. "Naturally," she replied with a feighned, upbeat tone.
Stepping out of the way, she gestured for the two of them to walk down the hallway. "Now, would you prefer somewhere more private or are you find being questioned out in the open?" She didn't look at him this time. Instead, her brown eyes searched the various faces walking them by, never truly looking as much as observing. It was a bad habit of hers; always looking for something, yet quite never sure what that something wasl.
Post by Trevor Paige on Feb 2, 2016 15:56:10 GMT -6
Another shrug accompanied the smirk before Trevor slipped by Penelope and started down the hall. He moved slowly, calmly along. He wasn't in a hurry, it wasn't as if he had a class to get to or anything. This girl had done her homework, that was for sure. She caught him at just the right time. There was no way it was coincidence either, Trevor would damn near guarantee that.
"Am I being charged with anything, Officer?" Trevor asked, casting a sideways glance toward the girl. Her abrupt, almost abrasive approach had done little to intimidate or throw him off, rather he seemed to find the utmost amusement in her demeanor. It reminded him of a little kid trying to play reporter. It was adorable. "Should I have my lawyer present? You didn't read me my rights. I still get my one phone call, don't I?"
Trevor paused just long enough to deftly open the combination lock to his locker where he deposited his pack before continuing on. "Okay, look, you got me." He said, turning to face Penelope now. He issued a low, rueful sigh as his head shook. "I'm the one who stole the miniature Snickers out of the Halloween bowl. I just couldn't resist those tiny, bite-sized nuggets of chocolate, peanuts and caramel. They're like little bits of heaven in a wrapper."
Post by Penelope Adams on Feb 2, 2016 16:03:07 GMT -6
"Cute," she replied, her tone once again even. "And yes, you probably should. I mean, everyone knows how scary a high school newspaper is. I mean, the sheer gossip we pick up could just about ruin anyone's social career," she said, snorting at the sheer foolishness of her words. She knew exactly where she and the newspaper stood and it wasn't anywhere high enough to really be worth anything. Not as long as things stayed the way they did, anyways.
Stopping next to the boy as he paused by his locker, the dream walker leaned her back against the nearby locker and pursed her lips. "Be as it may, but that hardly makes the headlines, I'm afraid. You're going to have to try harder than that." She turned her head to look at him and offered him a rueful shrug.
"Look, you're a busy person. Just as any other high school student, if not more so, so I'll stop wasting your time once you stop wasting mine." As much as she enjoyed the banter - as it was much different from what she was used to. Most people saw her as a pain in the ass, and she couldn't really blame them, she wasn't here to listen to some kid make smartass comments. "There's a lot of rumors going around about you."
Post by Trevor Paige on Feb 2, 2016 16:13:22 GMT -6
Trevor couldn't hide the sheer amusement he got out of this. It was almost too good to be true. This girl was far too serious for her own good. She was the type that would be stricken with a stress induced ulcer by the time she turned twenty if she kept it up. "I'm sorry, you'll have to excuse me if I find anyone who considers their high school social life a 'career' to be sad. And probably destined for a life filled with loneliness. And cats. Lots of cats."
"See, now you're confusing me." Trevor glanced in the girl's direction again. "Am I trying to get on the front page of the newspaper or are you? I'm here spilling my deepest, darkest most intimate secrets and you're mocking me for not being 'edgy' enough." He started off down the hall again, peering at the girl from over his shoulder to see if she was going to follow along. He fully expected her to do so.
"There we go, now we get to the point." Trevor said with a nod, his hands slipping into his pants pockets as he walked. "Yes, I've heard the rumors." It seemed as though just a faint hint of genuine humanity was starting to peak through the thick, sarcastic candy shell Trevor put up. "They're hilarious." He said a-matter-of-factly. "Did you hear the one about how I run an international drug smuggle ring?" He asked with actual curiosity in his voice. "Because that's absolutely something I could run from here."
Post by Penelope Adams on Feb 2, 2016 16:21:21 GMT -6
"I was being sarcastic," she replied. "High school is just yet another means to an end." She couldn't wait for it to be over. The drama, the hormonal teenagers and the gossip - all of it. Wrinkling her nose, she couldn't quite hide the obvious disgust she had for this. Now, it wasn't that she felt as if she was better than her peers, she just didn't agree with all the choices many of them made. It just seemed so... Pointless.
"I never said this was for your benefit," she replied truthfully. "I'm only here to gain myself." She didn't hesitate to follow the boy as he started walking again and within a few extra steps, she was walking beside him once again. "But I suspect you already you figured. You don't strike me as particularly dumb. In fact, I think you're much smarter than what people give you credit for." She'd heard one rumor, which she didn't believe, from one girl chatting to her girlfriends in the bathroom about how he was such a womanizer. She just didn't see it.
Looking at him, her eyebrows knitted together. "They're very amusing," she replied with a nod. "I want to know which ones are true, and which isn't," she added frankly. "And please, we've been over the whole wasting each other's time ordeal, so spare me the smartass remarks." She didn't in a million years think he'd actually share anything worthwhile, but she had to try.
Post by Trevor Paige on Feb 2, 2016 16:37:59 GMT -6
"Of course you were." Trevor nodded. He knew this little exchange was little more than potentially infuriating banter. It was, though, rather witty if he did say so himself. And the further the went along the more likely he was to actually take it upon himself to, literally, say so. "But there is something to be said of the beautiful simplicity that comes with high school, isn't there?" He mused. "With how needlessly complicated most kids try and make their lives out to be it makes it that much easier to stay one step ahead of them."
Trevor then stopped and turned to fully face the girl. She was persistent, he'd give her that much. It was an admirable trait, to be sure, though there was something about it he felt would probably end up annoying the living hell out him. And why, exactly, did he get the strange, nagging sensation that this wouldn't be the last time she would prove to be a thorn in his side? "There are so many." He said with a faint shrug. "How am I to know which ones you've heard?" Trevor paused for just a moment as he studied Penelope. "As for this? You've yet to actually ask me a question. How much personal information do you think I'm going to simply offer?"
Post by Penelope Adams on Feb 2, 2016 16:43:16 GMT -6
"Speak for yourself," she replied with a shrug. "I for one, can't wait to get out of here." Partly because she didn't fit in. She didn't care much about the social standings or being popular. She didn't care much for most of it, she just wanted to start on her career and make something more out of herself, because she knew she had much more potential than what she got a chance to be here.
Stopping in her tracks, the brunette nearly walked straight into the guy. Furrowing her brows, she pressed her lips together. "I'm not looking for personal information, per say," she shrugged. "There's fangirls for that, and I can assure you that I'm not one of those." Crossing her arms over her ironed school uniform shirt, the dream walker issued a sigh. "I'm still trying to figure out whether or not asking you any questions is going to be a waste of my time. Will you answer them truthfully or be elusive? And no, 'depends on the question' is not an acceptable answer."
She was persistent and annoying, she knew that much. That usually happened when she put her mind to something, which was partly because she wanted to do so much more than writing about the cafeteria menu every week.
Post by Trevor Paige on Feb 2, 2016 16:59:36 GMT -6
On the surface it seemed as though Trevor was probably less than amused about all this there was one thing that lingered in the back of his mind. One very undeniable truth he couldn't deny no matter how hard he tried. Of course that didn't mean he was going to give in to it or even go so far as to acknowledge it.
Ever.
Maybe.
"Okay. Fine." Trevor gave a resigned sigh and threw his hands up. It looked as though he was giving in, although he would be disappointed if Penelope believed that. His head shook and he turned, abruptly moving down the hallway again. It was foolish to think he could play with this fire for any length of time and not get burned but Trevor wasn't known for thinking things through. "Okay. Fine. But not here." His dark eyes gleamed with a certain mischievous shine. "Someplace public, but private. How about downtown, the skating rink, you skate don't you?" He asked, smirking coyly. "Of course you do. How about 6pm?"
Post by Penelope Adams on Feb 2, 2016 17:05:45 GMT -6
Penelope's eyes narrowed at the change of pace. It was almost like she was a lamb walking into the lion's den. She couldn't quite shake the almost animalistic gleam in the boy's eyes. Now, she was sure that wasn't his intent. Yet, there was something about it that pulled at her curiosity. And the confusion alone was obvious against the dream walker's features. "What?" she blurted out. The skating rink? "No, I- well, yes, but-," she added, her brows furrowed. Sucking in a deep breath, the brunette attempted to collect herself. "Fine."
If that's what it took for her to get even an inch closer to the "great" mystery surrounding the boy, so be it. Even if that meant losing whatever dignity she had left, because even if she'd taken gymnastics for as long as she could remember, skating had never really been her forte.
Post by Trevor Paige on Feb 2, 2016 17:25:05 GMT -6
More often than not Trevor always looked as though he knew what he was doing. He found the illusion of control to be just as good as the real thing. It was amazing what he could get away with by looking like he belonged in any given place and knew what he was doing. This, however, was something entirely different. Never before had he been pursued by a journalist of any level. This was sure to be interesting, of that Trevor was sure.
"Great." Trevor smirked like he'd just moved a piece into checkmate. Had hadn't actually expected the girl to accept his impromptu invitation but here she was not only accepting but also countering with an earlier time. He wasn't sure what her play was in all this but he'd go along for now. Trevor continued moving along down the hall. "Five PM it is." He said with a curt nod.
Post by Penelope Adams on Feb 2, 2016 17:31:21 GMT -6
"Great," the brunette replied in turn, curiosity coloring her eyes as she turned her head over her shoulder to watch the boy leave. She was still standing strong on why she was here, yet she couldn't quite help respecting the boy for catching her off guard - if only just a little.
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Standing at the edge of the skating rink area, Penelope pulled her beanie down over her ears and huffed. The weather had gotten much warmer the past few weeks, but it wasn't anywhere near being warm enough to skip out on wearing the usual winter essentials. At least, Penelope didn't think so. She usually spent most of her time indoors, so the outside world, especially the cold didn't agree with her. She looked at the clock on her phone; 4:54PM.
Tugging on her skirt, the brunette huffed to herself and let her brown eyes wander over the various people milling about, looking for that one familiar face she wasn't even sure she wanted to see.
Post by Trevor Paige on Feb 2, 2016 17:42:47 GMT -6
Trevor was early. He was always early. He never liked walking into anything unprepared and showing up before anyone else gave him the edge he often needed. It especially mattered in cases like this when he had absolutely not idea what he was getting himself into. Maybe this would end up being a stupid little game, maybe he would end up falling into a hole too deep for him to dig his way out.
Deftly, the young man let his skates carry him across the ice. He'd spotted the girl from a mile away and kept his distance, preferring to remain lost in the crowd that had gathered to take advantage of one of the last remaining winter days when the rink would be open. He slowed to a stop, coming up behind Penelope with his hands clasped almost politely behind his back. "You seem a little unsettled." He commented idly. "Skates not your thing? Maybe I should have invited you to the gym. You're more comfortable there, aren't you? Maybe get in a little tumbling, balance exercises?"
Post by Penelope Adams on Feb 2, 2016 17:46:54 GMT -6
At the sudden voice, the dream walker tensed. She turned her head and looked at the boy standing behind her. "Crowds aren't my thing," she replied. Despite the calm tone, it was obvious that the brunette wasn't exactly in her element. Even so, she did her best to make the best out of the situation. After all, this might end up not being a waste of either of their times. "I have a feeling gymnastics aren't exactly your field of play, and you hold all the cards, so I might as well play along, no?"
She turned then, giving the boy a quick once over before puffing her cheeks. "Why this place?" she asked. It had been bothering her for a while now. Out of all the places he could have picked, why pick something like this?