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[Christopher O'Connor]

Maybe his power would work better if he viewed it differently, but this was how it worked best for him. He used imagery to help focus, and he always trusted his gut more than his head. That was probably why he felt his power through both. It had to guide him in a way that he'd actually pay attention to it.

If he focused really hard, or if it had been days of looking sometimes the power just took over. His eyes would glaze over and it was like he was a heat seeking missle. There was no pictures, or tummy tugs. Just a guiding force toward the object. But in normal instances he just couldn't let go of control enough to just let his power do it's thing so he used these tactics and connections.

Another door opened and he felt the power kick in again, though it's not like it ever turned off. More like a hum in the background. He chuckled at her threat and just walked into the room. "Doona worry. I focus on the job first." Chris wandered around the room the picture full and bright in his mind. He made his way toward a laundry basket and glanced back at her. "I promise tha' it's the job."

Digging into the laundry he just set the clothes aside the urgency making his whole body tingle by now. His attention intense he shoved through the clothes not even noticing the under garments he dug into. Finally at the bottom he didn't see the clip instead he found a shoe. "Cin'erella, your glass slipper." Chris held up the shoe knowing without a doubt that the clip was inside.

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Elsa was tempted to say that she actually knew he was focused on the job, at least for now, but she still wanted to keep her power a secret, at least for the moment. So instead she nodded, accepting Chris's statement as truth even when she had a much more valid reason for believing him. She moved to follow Chris, though she paused in the door, instead simply following him with her eyes. It was strange, watching how he worked. You wouldn't even think this was a power if you didn't know any better. Yes, if anyone could pass off as a human, it was someone like Chris.

And he focused... right on the laundry. Elsa cocked a brow, but he was already turning, promising that he focused solely on the job at hand. Elsa believed him because, again, she had inside information. He dug around for some time, flinging aside Erika's various dirty things, underthings included, and Elsa wasn't surprised to see that her sister made some... questionable choices in that regard. At last, Chris held up a show.

And again, the eyebrow raised. "I asked for a clip, not a shoe," Elsa said. she took it regardless, and felt something moving around in it. With her eyes locked on Chris, she turned the shoe upside down. Not surprisingly, the clip tumbled out. "Well, I'm impressed," admitted Elsa, holding it up. The adornment didn't look any the worse for wear, even as Elsa turned it about for a few moments. She left Chris sitting there, mostly to see what he'd end up doing.

[Christopher O'Connor]

Merely smiling up at her as she took the shoe sighing as the urgency faded. It felt similar to when you had a foot that feel asleep and it was slowly regaining its normal feeling. When it was finally gone he glanced around realizing that he was in a circle of girl's clothing. Fighting a smile he simply started putting the clothes back in the basket. Slowly. Wonderfully slowly.

"Not much to be impressed bout." He loved his powers because they didn't infringe upon his life all that much. They didn't make him stick out, and he could even ignore he had them most times. But then again if someone asked him to find something he had to find it, and wouldn't get much rest until he did.

Chris eyed her as he held a shirt, "Now, bout the pay?" He grinned evilly tossing the shirt back into the basket before holding up a pair of lovely lace somethings. "So does you're sister borrow more than jus' hair clips?" Sometimes his mouth really did get away from him.

[Elsa Bellefonte]

"Agree to disagree," replied Elsa, shrugging. So many people figured that their abilities weren't impressive because they weren't showy or spectacular. Elsa had seen them countless times, and she wanted to remind them each time that those were often the more useful abilities. Subtlety could be much more powerful than brute force.

Elsa focused her attention back on Chris as he went through her twin's things. "I've some money in my room," she said, nodding. "And yes, she does borrow things, though I'm not about to tell you what," she smiled that tight smile at Chris again, before gesturing forh imt o follow.

Elsa expected him to follow; the money would be more important than sticking around to look through clothing. Plus she just sort of expected people to follow her; everything about the movement communicated precisely that. Soon enough, she'd be in her room, rummaging through a drawer where she kept cash for exchanges like this. She'd have the fifty out soon enough; the only question was whether or not Chris actually followed her or not.

[Christopher O'Connor]

Two girl's rooms in one day? Did he have on some sort or special body spray or something? From her stiff response he got the hit that she wasn't the playful type and simply tossed the garment back into the basket. As she walked off he shrugged gathering up the clothes quickly to dump back to where he found them. Didn't want to leave evidence that he'd been rummaging around in some girl's private duds.

Chris quickly followed closing the door behind him making sure the lights were out. Sure he could be crude, but he could be a little considerate. He wasn't a complete animal his mother raised him better than that. Also he thought it was amusing that the girl was so incredibly sure of herself at such a young age. Must come with growing up with money, and prestige.

Stopping at the doorway he leaned against the frame hands in his pockets. "You got anythin' else you need finding?" He could get used to payments like this for jobs as easy as this. It wasn't like the clip had been lost in some random part of the school.

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Elsa produced the money, held it up so that Chris could see it, and then pressed it into his hands. She then folded her hands, considering the young man. He'd technically done her a fairly big favor, considering that it had saved Elsa from possibly finding it or having to try and explain to her family where a priceless family heirloom had gone. His question made Elsa pause though.

"I don't think I have anything at the moment," she said, speaking slowly, carefully considering him, "but if you're willing to do so in the future, we could exchange information," and her hand went into her pocket, withdrawing her phone and flicking it on, fingers already flying across the screen, unlocking it and readying it. Elsa was not one to let a contact go once she had one, especially someone as useful as this.

[Christopher O'Connor]

Seeing the money he practically started salivating adding the fifty to his current sum of cash that he possessed. He was far from being rich, but at least he had money saved up. Soon enough he could afford a car so that he could escape this school for a distance farther than his feet could carry him. Though driving on the wrong side of the road was really going to bug him.

"Oh, well'en I best be off then." Pocketing the money he pushed himself off of the door frame but paused as she flipped opened her phone. With a smile he rattled off his phone number leaning over to try and watch her enter it in. "Chris O'Connor, Co-Ed dorms room 210."

Chris took out his own phone tapping a few buttons before entering in her name at least. "And, M'lady's contact information?" Still grinning he stood at the ready for her to relay her number.

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Money pocketed, transaction completed. Elsa nodded, quite satisfied with how that had played out. Soon Chris was relaying information, likely thinking that he'd done so too quick for her to pick up on. That was one advantage of being a mind reader though: Elsa rarely got lost in those sort of things. She held the phone up when he finished, brows raised as if to challenge him to tell her it was wrong. she knew it wasn't, not unless he'd been lying in this thoughts as well as in his words.

He asked for her information, and Elsa hesitated for a moment. Information meant power, at least to some degree. Did she want to let him have that kind of power over her? the ability to contact her whenever? Well, he'd need to if she employed him, and it would look awfully suspicious if she didn't give it to him after he'd asked so politely. In fact, being called "m'lady" soothed Elsa enough that she readily gave him the number, prattling it off at about the same speed he gave her his number, adding ever so sweetly: "Do you need me to repeat that?"

She expected he didn't, but she wanted to see if he was as good as she thought he was. You always wanted to test your employees, after all.

[Christopher O'Connor]

In truth he wasn't making sure if she got it right he just liked being nosy. Trying to see any other names on her phone he might know, and to see if she smelled as good as she looked. Meeting her gaze he leaned back his lopsided smile still in place hands going for his phone. If she needed the number again then she could ask for it wouldn't bother him none.

For some reason he kept getting a weird twinge at the back of his head. Probably just a headache trying to set in from using his powers. Usually it took using his powers a lot longer than he had, but then again such things tend to be fickle. He'd drink some caffiene as soon as he was done here and hope that that would take care of it.

Chris's thumbs danced over the numbers on his phone attention focused as she rattled off the numbers. "I'll jus' 'ave to give it a test." Smiling he sent her a text just to see if the number worked. Worse thing would happen would he'd send it to the wrong person. Maybe make a new friend.

Wanna get a cup of coffee?

Waiting he watched her then her phone to see it she got the text, and of course to see her reaction. The job was done, and until she hired him for another job he didn't see a reason not to get to know her better. Besides how could he walk away from such a Princess?

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Elsa's brows again raised when Chris's first comment, not that he'd needed her to repeat herself or anything, but that he was going to send a text to test. She sighed, waiting for her phone to respond. It let out a little chime, a tune that Erika had set into Elsa's phone after they'd seen Frozen and Elsa hadn't bothered to change it. Sighing, she looked down at the phone...

... and her eyebrows again raised. A cup of coffee? With a random, handsome Irishman that had a useful power and some manners.... well, he was moderately attractive, though Elsa didn't feel quite the same pull she often felt around her sisters... paramours for whatever reason. She stared at the text for far longer than it took to read those few words, her mind going through possibilities. She really didn't see any harm in accepting though; she could actually use being seen in public with someone else. If nothing else, it would get Erika off her back.

"Fine," she said, snapping the phone closed, "we can get a cup of coffee. Cool Beans, six, Friday, you're buying," she raised her brows, again challenging him to even try changing any of that. Nothing in her tone indicated that arguing with her was a good idea in the slightest. Nothing.

[Christopher O'Connor]

The little tone was adorable, and he so wanted to comment on it but his words froze as her face reacted. It wasn't that long of a text so why was it taking her so long to read it? Was she that shocked that he asked? Or was she that insulted that he asked?

He knew he wasn't some stud muffin, but he also knew that he was ugly. Besides what he lacked in appearance he figured his accent made up for it. Maybe she had a boy friend? If she did he could just play that off easy, but he knew some guys were rather possessive. Though he couldn't see her being 'possessed' by any man.

Fine. So curt, and businesslike. Was she really a teenager? Where was this girl's sense of fun and flirtation? Blinking he stood there for a second trying to get past her commanding tone. Someone seriously needed to get this girl to let her hair down. Give her a message or something. "Sounds grand, Princess. See you then!" With a two finger salute like wave he backed out of her room to head off.