Cabbage and Kindness


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Scene Title Cabbage and Kindness
Synopsis Rain walks into Biddy's and finds a depressed Melissa
Date April 13, 2010

Biddy Flannigan's Irish Pub

Ambient lighting blankets the establishment in a soft luminescence, glowing in tones of appealing orange from the front face of the bar and low hanging light fixtures overhead. Old style brick walls given the pub an appealing depth, reflecting the tone of lights in a more amber hue down upon the lengths of the polished, wooden floors. The bar counter of lacquered dark wood stretches along the northern wall, the forefront for shelves of numerous liquors and the substantially sized LCD televisions spaced liberally behind it. The screens flicker with the latest games and news as the labeled spirit bottles wink from lighted shelves with a beckon of their own. Barstools and high tables welcome tipsy patrons to their support, scattered with throughout the barroom with a few wedge into the darker, quieter, and more secretive recesses. Over the bar are a few banners of sports teams, most notably one of English football club Manchester United.

The thick wooden door to the west is fitted with a single neon sign sponsored by one of the brews on tap, glowing in the door's center window to shed its light onto the sidewalk outside and summoning in new customers when the bar is open for business.

So it's late, and people are starting to head home where it's nice and warm and there's no more trudging through the snow to be done. But Biddy's is open, and so Melissa's taken some time to wander here, along with a few other people.

She's sitting at the bar, but paying no attention to the TVs, or the people. There's no socializing whatsoever going on with her at the moment. There is just the cigarette in her hand, and the drink in front of her. Her coat, scarf and hat are draped over the stool to her right, and her arm is in its decorated sling.

Rain pushes open the door to Biddy's, or pulls it, whichever it takes, and stamps his feet on the mat inside of the door, shaking the snow off of himself. First off comes his winter coat, followed then by his suit jacket as he makes his way towards the bar. People with company grab tables, he? He's grabbing a bar stool. He approaches the bar, his steps slow as his eyes look about the establishment. With a bright smile he steps up to the bar, laying his jackets over a stool, and then slipping up onto one a stool down from Melissa, leaving a gap of a stool between the two. He looks towards the bartender and calls for an ice water, which no doubt earns him a few looks from the other patrons, but he smiles back at them unapologetically for his order.

Melissa glances to Rain, more out of habit really, than anything else, but unlike some people, she doesn't seem to care if he's drinking water or anything else. She has her booze, so she's content. Besides, if he's drinking water, it means more alcohol for her! He's studied for a moment, before she looks back down at her drink and lifts the cigarette to her lips, her brow furrowing lightly.

Rain feels the eyes upon him, and thus, his head turns and the young agent's pale blue eyes find their way to her as she looks him over. "Hi." He offers with his normal bright and cheery smile. His eyes flicker over her face, no recognition in them despite the fact that he does indeed recognize her. But it's not fury, or the sense of justice that fills him. Instead, he's filled with sorrow at the knowledge of where she was and what she went through. He doesn't let a bit of it show upon his face though, his boyish features staying in that mask of happy greeting. His water is set before him, and he turns, picking up the cup to take a long sip of it, ice clinking against the glass.

Ignorance, as they say, is bliss. And in this case, it's a good thing for Rain that Melissa is ignorant of who he is. Thank you Ash for stirring up old resentments! So rather than doing something that would no doubt be unwise, Melissa just straightens with a sigh and crushes out her cigarette, asking for a refill in a soft, slightly raspy voice. The voice of someone who's been doing a lot of screaming or crying or something recently.

Rain is.. empathetic to people's feelings, so when she settles back in, stubbing out a cigarette and asking for a refill like that, his neck twists as his head turns back towards her, a softer smile upon his full lips. "Miss? Are you okay?" he hesitated for a good handful of seconds before he asked it, but once he does he's committed and he turns on his stool, the soft squeak of metal announcing the motion. Pale blue eyes look out at her, waiting to see how she responds to his inquiry.

Melissa looks back to Rain when he speaks, and her brow arches at the question. She stares at him for a good minute, perhaps unnervingly since she doesn't really blink during that minute, then her good shoulder is shrugged. "I'll survive," she answers. Though it doesn't really answer his question, it seems to be the best one she has for the moment.

Eyes remain centered upon her features as he waits for a response. He doesn't look away, nor does he seem all that disturbed by her long steadied gaze. He lifts his glass of water up to his lips, another long sip of it taken down before the glass is lowered, cradled in his right hand. "Well, that's good…" he offers with a bit of a snarky smile. He winks at her, a sly, and somewhat playful motion. Then his stool squeaks as he turns back around and looks to the bartender. "Umm, can I get…" A man over nearby makes a rude comment involving Rain's sexuality and a salad before Rain is able to finish. "Some corned beef and cabbage stew?" He shoots the man over there a little look for his comment hen back to the bartender, waiting until he acknowledges the order before he thanks him with a happy smile and turns his attention and focus once more upon Melissa. "So…. I'm Rain." he offers perkily.

Melissa gives a short laugh and shakes her head. "Not really," she mutters in response to his first comment, shaking her head. Another cigarette is lit up, though it hasn't even been five minutes since her last one, and she glances back to Rain as she exhales. "Rain? Seriously? Hippy parents, huh?"

"Hippy parents with a child that follows in their footsteps miss. But yes, they were indeed hippies." He offers her a coy smile, his head tilting back to look up at at the ceiling, then about the pub. "Interesting place here. Never been here, even though I've lived in this city most of my life." He taps his fingertips on the bar, a little pattern and rhythm evident in the way they tap, but it's an old tune, a /hippie/ one so to speak. "Do I get your name in return? I have no problem calling you miss, but most people… don’t' really care for being called miss, or mister, or stuff like that."

"I'm not most people," Melissa murmurs as she looks away, nodding to the bartender as he brings her drink, and fishing out some bills to pay for it. It's gulped down in just a few swallows before she sighs and sets the glass down, full of nothing but ice. "I'm Mel though," she says after a moment.

Rain already knew her name, his mind having flashed back over the dossier he has on her, that he has on everyone that escaped from Moab, but it wouldn't do to give that little tidbit away would it? He tips his head to her. "Thank you Mel, it's a pleasure to meet you." With that nod of his head his bangs fell down into his eyes, obscuring them partially, and his vision as well. He looks upwards, puffing out a hard breath at them, causing them to flutter, and then settle back in place. He scowls some, then sighs and rolls his head before bringing his attention back to the present. "You look like you're having a pretty rough time of things Mel. That's unfortunate…."

A brow is arched as Melissa looks back to him. "Unfortunate? For me it is, but why in the hell would you care? You just met me. And in a little while, one of us is gonna walk out that door and you'll likely never see me again."

Rain sighs softly, the young man's head shaking slowly, that floppy blonde hair settling down into his eyes after the motion is over. "Because I care about people. I honestly do. It's not some fake stuff I spill. I care about people. I care about their well being, and I hate seeing people in pain or miserable. And you Mel, look awfully miserable, which I can honestly say hurts my heart to see. A girl so young? So upset and so … down?" He doesn’t look over as his stew is delivered, just studying her face. "And we might never see each other again, that's true. But you know what? I couldn't live with myself knowing I didn't try to help you."

"Young? Dude, you look younger than me," Melissa says, shaking her head. "And there's nothing you can do to help me unless you can change the past. And since I've yet to meet anyone who can do that, I seriously doubt you'll be the first. Sorry. So just consider that you tried and move on."

Rain shrugs his slim shoulders slowly, shifting the white button up about on his small frame. "I probably am. Doesn't mean you're not a young woman Melissa. I didn't call you sport, or kiddo or anything…" He arches a blond eyebrow at the mention of time changing. "I don't know. There's all manner of other abilities out there, why not time travel? Some kind of… time warping ability? I don't know, but it could be done you know? Lots of different powers out there." He sighs sadly, then turns his head and looks down into his stew. "Sorry… thought maybe… I could help…"

"Doesn't mean I've found a time manipulator," Melissa points out with a shrug. "Seriously though…I wouldn't try so hard to help people. In the end, all it will give you is grief." She rises to her feet, pulling her coat on, leaving it to drape over her left side, and her hat and scarf are next. "Worry about yourself, hippy boy. You'll be happier, in the long run," she says before starting towards the door.

Rain shrugs his shoulders upwards, and holds the shrug, his shoulders sitting next to his face before they settle back down and he smiles. He begins to eat his stew, slowly, savoring the rich flavors of it. "Nope. I refuse to worry about myself for any reason Melissa. I'll keep worrying about you though, then you can know that someone out there cares." He winks at her, then turns back to his stew, a soft sigh escaping him. "Especially with what you've been through, you could use it."

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