Post by Penelope Adams on Feb 25, 2016 14:13:26 GMT -6
And just like that, the roles had changed once more. Again the boy was dragging her around to places she'd rather not be. What was it with people and inviting her to parties now a days? This was the second time this week. Seriously, did they not get that she wasn't a people person? A party was the last place she'd ever want to be unless it could actually get her something.
Sadly, this happened to be the latter.
With a groan, the brunette replied, "Fine." It was obvious that she didn't want this, but for now, she would play along. "But you better deliver on your promise," she quickly added as she placed the tip of her index finger against the boy's chest. "No more games." With that, she stepped aside and gathered her stuff from her desk. "Sounds like we better get a move on if the story is as big as you're claiming it to be."
Post by Trevor Paige on Feb 29, 2016 16:23:52 GMT -6
And that was exactly what Trevor had been waiting for. Once again he had pieced together a win-win situation for himself. He'd made his motives clear. He hadn't bothered to hide his interest in the often surly, brunette girl who was collecting her things off the desk. He'd been largely up front with that, in fact, and took a great deal of amusement in how Penelope ha responded with either ignorance or disbelief. She was curious, inquisitive, determined and, Trevor could lie, beautiful. Why wouldn't an enterprising young man such as himself be interested?
"Are you kidding?" Trevor said, catching Penelope's gaze with his own mischievous smirk for just a moment. "I always deliver. You know that." He chuckled a little to himself as he started for the door that lead out into the hallway. "You don't get a reputation like mine without being able to get what the people want." It was a cryptic reference, to say the least, but one uttered only after the two had stepped out of the office and were away from the prying eyes and ears of their fellow students.
"Oh, by the way." Trevor reached into his jacket and withdrew a pair of Academy passes and handed one to Penelope. It was an official security pass, one that would allow the two of them to venture off campus during school hours. Somehow he'd managed to secure one with Penelope's name, signature and picture. "If anyone asks we have an interview with a local business owner who was a student here."
Post by Penelope Adams on Mar 10, 2016 14:18:03 GMT -6
Another audible groan fell from the brunette's lips; Was she ever going to live through this? Or better yet, get what she wanted so that she could refrain from never talking to this boy ever again? Sure, he was charming in his own way, but most of all, he seemed to enjoy getting on her nerves. It made the brunette miss being invisible or avoided.
She took the academy pass and looked at it, shaking her head. "You're one of a kind. No doubt there." Despite the half-way compliment, the brunette's words were laced with sarcasm. She didn't even think she wanted to know where the boy got all of these things from, but she supposed that was the reason she'd been sent to him in the first place.
"Do I even want to know how you have my picture and my signature on this?" she asked, her eyebrow cocked. She wondered briefly if he'd broke into the school's files, but even that seemed a little over the top to her.
Post by Trevor Paige on Mar 10, 2016 21:42:17 GMT -6
Trevor gave a short shrug and faint nod of his head. Penelope wasn't telling him anything he didn't already know. He was hardly the most intimidating of his classmates, what with students who could control the elements and the various forces of physics to go along with teenagers capable of enormous supernatural feats of physical prowess and skill. What he did have above his peers was a sharp mind and a complete lack of any sense of personal space or reservation. "A magician never reveals his secrets to the audience." He said with a faint wave of his hand. "Besides. Don't you have some sort of journalist code?"
His eyes shifted to glance toward Penelope as he strode down the hall leading toward the building's exit. Trevor paused as he opened the door, stepping aside to allow a fellow student to rush inside before gesturing for Penelope to walk out first. He took a deep breath and looked out over the overcast sky before sighing and starting on though the courtyard. "You are familiar with the Media Confidentiality Act, aren't you?" He asked once they were outside of earshot of anyone who may have been listening in. His hands found the pockets of his jacket as he calmly moved along. "I don't want to show up in your report once this all ends up going public."
Post by Penelope Adams on Mar 11, 2016 17:13:07 GMT -6
"Please," the brunette replied with a snort. "I might be a stick in the mud, but I do know my job," she added. She was almost offended. Though, she also knew how she could come across to other people. She wasn't approachable or nice - she wasn't the girl next door or the kind of person you sat down with to chat. She'd accepted that. Hell, she'd even embraced it. She enjoyed being her own individual who didn't follow the herd; even if that probably made her the loneliest kid in this school.
Placing her hand above her heart, she straightened her back and spoke with an authority like voice, "I, Penelope Adams, pledge not to share your name to the common people, even if it'll benefit me greatly to do so - or make a juicier story." Then, she turned to look at him, the sunbeams caressing her brown hair, making it look almost golden. "There, happy?"
Post by Trevor Paige on Mar 11, 2016 23:16:08 GMT -6
Trevor has always loved people. Or, more specifically, he'd always loved what people could offer. So often they were distracted, easily manipulated creatures far too caught up in their own minds to fully realize what was going on around them. When you had no choice but to see, hear and feel everything around you and were utterly incapable of forgetting anything you ever experienced throughout every minute of every day it brought a startling clarity to the world. A clarity that made the world almost painfully simple to navigate.
The fact that there was precious little Trevor truly cared about made it all the easier.
"You are the modicum of professionalism." Trevor remarked with a curt nod. He had only been partially joking about the Montana state laws put in play to protect a journalist and their sources. He wasn't quite sure how deep this rabbit hole he was about to push Penelope into went but he certainly didn't feel like getting involved in it anymore than he'd already been. "I mean it, though." He said, watching Penelope after she'd turned to look at him. The usual snarky, almost smug smirk on his face had melted away for the time being leaving behind a stoic, serious mask that looked out place among his features. "Whatever it is you want to do with this information is up to you. I don't want any part of it."
Post by Penelope Adams on Mar 22, 2016 6:52:59 GMT -6
"Yeah, yeah, I get it," she replied with a sigh. "You don't have to tell me twice." He was almost starting to sound like a broken record at this point. She just wanted to move this along and be done with him and all of this. She didn't get close to people - she didn't make friends. She didn't have the time, nor did she want anything to hold her back from her future. No one was worth that. She could worry about having a social life later, once her career was in box and she had everything she could possibly want in life.
Turning again, the brunette started moving, still holding her files and books against her chest. "So, where do we start? I don't want to waste my time walking around here, having idle chats about the weather." She turned her head over her shoulder to look at him and offered him a genuine and soft smile. "No offense."
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Post by Trevor Paige on Mar 29, 2016 15:07:24 GMT -6
"You know, that offends me." Trevor said even though his voice made it clear he was lying through his teeth. "That you'd think I'd ever waste your valuable time is an accusation I find to be unwarranted and hurtful." He strode along, crossing through the courtyard and heading down the path that led to the front gate of the Academy. It was, at least, a beautiful morning in spite of the chill that remained in the air. Trevor fell silent for the time being as they reached the gate and presented their passes. The guard looked them over, checking to match the pictures on the cards with the two students standing in front of him before nodding and waving them on, handing the passes back to them in the process.
"Anyway." Trevor said, pocketing his own pass once they were far enough out of earshot of the gate. He didn't slow his pace or seem like he had the mindset to do anything other than continue down the long, winding path that led out of the mountains toward Kalispell proper. "I do know something that may pique your interest but it's all the way across town." He gave a resigned shrug and glanced to his watch. "No bus runs up here for another hour and a half and my cab is late." He grumbled. "I'll have to ask that you at least be patient enough for us to get there."