Work For Me


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Scene Title Work For Me
Synopsis Adam calls Kaylee to meet him where he offers her a chance to do the right thing and help him in his plans.
Date June 05, 2009

Greenwich Village

In a time that seems long ago, Greenwich Village was known for its bohemian vibe and culture, the supposed origin of the Beat movement, filled with apartment buildings, corner stores, pathways and even trees. There was a mix of upper class and lower, commercialism meeting a rich culture, and practically speaking, it was largely residential.

Now, it's a pale imitation of what it used to be. There is a sense of territory and foreboding, as if the streets aren't entirely safe to walk. It isn't taken care of, trash from past times and present littering the streets, cars that had been caught in the explosion lie like broken shells on the streets nearest the ground zero. Similarly, the buildings that took the brunt of the explosion are left in varying degrees of disarray. Some are entirely unusable, some have missing walls and partial roofs, and all of the abandoned complexes have been looted, home to squatters and poorer refugees.

As one walks through the Village, the damage becomes less and less obvious. There are stores and bars in service, and apartment buildings legitimately owned and run by landlords. People walk the streets a little freer, but like many places in this scarred city… anything can happen. Some of the damage done to buildings aren't all caused by the explosion from the past - bullet holes and bomb debris can be seen in some surfaces, and there is the distinct impression that Greenwich Village runs itself… whether people like it that way or not.

It's late morning and Adam is sitting in an outdoor cafe reading that new book 'New Urban Rebellion'. There's some men in the table near him who seem more or less with him but appear to also keep themselves busy. Kaylee, meanwhile, was asked to meet him here. Adam was rather vague about the reason, but he's always rather vague.

There is the soft rumble of a motorcycle as Kaylee pulls her sportster up to the curb, wearing a leather jacket, jeans and a backpack. Kicking the stand out she leans if carefully on it, before swinging her leg off. She pulls her half helmet off, giving her head a shake and combing fingers threw it. Adam is spotted quickly, and she lifts her hand to wave. She hooks the helmet on her bars before making her way to his seat. "Hello Adam. You called?" She asks with a smirk.

Adam looks up from his reading material and carefully closes the book, "Yes, hello, Kaylee." he motions, "Have a seat." there's a pause as he steeples his forefingers together and says, "How have you been? No more trouble with your poor choice of boyfriends?"

Swinging the backpack off her shoulders, Kaylee slides into the seat across from him, resting the pack on the ground next to her. "I've been pretty good really. Classes ending and all for the summer. Decided /not/ to do summer semester." She combs fingers through her hair and gathers it up on the back of her head. "As for boyfriends.. Nah. Not found anyone. But then I've been working at the Soup thing on the island. Don't get many prospects there. Only good e goodie types really." She pulls a scrunchie out of her pocket to keep her hair in place. "But.. there was this really cute biker I saw at a bar last night.. Totally deck this big guy…" She trails off and grins. "No what.. you don't need to hear that.. How about you? How you been?"

Adam shrugs one should non-committedly. He studies Kaylee quietly with a solemn look on his features. "Kaylee…" he begins, "I'd like for you to work for me. I want to cultivate your talents, they would be extremely useful for my work." his head tilts towards the left a bit, "I think we could be very good for each other. I don't mean to be insulting, but it's clear you could use some direction."

Elbows are propped on the table and Kaylee's chin rests in her hands. Arching a brow she says rather defensively. "I've got direction…. sort of. I'm going to college after all." No direction in her degree choice either. There is a small smirk at the mention of talents. "What kinda work do you do anyhow. I don't think we got into that.. just that wild exciting ride of a life of yours." And she did find the whole thing fascinating when he told it.

Adam considers the question for a moment, "You might call me a freedom fighter of sorts." he explains, "I want to bring down the government's many programs used for exploiting and subjugating evolved as if they were animals." he glances off towards the street, "I want to take apart the whole apparatus, piece by piece." then back towards Kaylee, "As you can imagine, a woman of your talents would be useful in that sort of fight."

There is a amused look on the womans face. "You sure that can be done?" Kaylee asks, hands dropping away so that she can lean over the table. "I mean.. I hate that registration stuff. Been avoiding it like it's the Plague. I don't want anyone to know.. I mean.. If they heard I could read minds or even… make them do things." Her eyes widen a bit at the thought. "I mean.. I heard of good people just plain old disappearing." She shakes her head slowly. "I sooo don't want that.. So no way I wanna tell them."

Adam nods a bit, "Indeed…the disappearances aren't an urban legend." he taps his fingers together a bit, "And yes, it can be done. It's a long and arduous path, but it can be done." he leans forward after a moment, "They would get you. They would tag you and then they'd determine if you were a threat or not."

The idea of being tagged makes Kaylee shift nervously. "As in… like a dog?" Her tone is flat and she doesn't seem all that amused anymore. "Seriously, I am not a dog." She wrinkles her nose a bit and asks. "Does that mean if they deem you a threat they put you down like one?" The meer thought of that idea make her stomach turn.

Adam leans back in his seat, "That depends. In theory, they'd rather put you in a prison cell where you become persona non-grata." he says, "And they will leave you there, quite willingly." he purses his lips, "And that's why they must be stopped."

Kaylee gives a little shiver. "Ug.. Yeah. That's just…. stupid." She studies him for a long moment. "So you want me to work for you in your freedom fighter stuff, using what I can do to help free us from Big Brother?" She looks thoughtful as she considers it.

Adam nods, "Well, it's a tad more complicated than that. This isn't a simple thing." he says, "It involves a lot of juggling of other entities. But, that's the basic gist." he says, "And, there's other young evolved like you that perhaps I would like you to work with."

Chewing her lip thoughtfully, Kaylee glances off at the world beyond them. "Well… I'm not taking summer courses.. so I imagine I've got the freetime." Blue eyes flick back to to Adam. "Sure. Why not. I mean, better to help then to sit back and let everyone else do the work." She gives him a smile. "I'll be happy to help."

Adam smiles in return, "Good." he says, "I'm glad you're aboard." he leans back a moment as if in thought, "I will contact you about the rest." he says, "There are people you should meet and all that. Also, we'll have to work out a training regiment for you. Your power has the capability to become very strong, so you'll have to learn to control and develop it."

"Training regiment?" Kaylee suddenly looks uncertain. "How can it get stronger? Took awhile to get where I am.. " She shifts in her seat a bit uneasily and then decides to drop that in favor of asking. "There a lot of people working for you?"

Adam hmms, "A lot is a rather subjective term. There are others…whether one would consider them a lot.." he pauses, "In the end, there aren't enough. We're terribly out numbered and out gunned. So…not enough."

Kaylee gives a soft oooh. "Well, I can't imagine there isn't more people that think registration sucks." She gives him a small smile. "I'm sure there will be more." She seems rather confident in that. "I just can't imagine people would want to sit back and let them be snatched away for being different." She gives a sheepish look. "Course, that's just what I was doing.. but I didn't know there were people like you out there."

Adam nods, "Well…" he pauses, "It's not a game, Kaylee. I hope you realize that. It's a dangerous path. I'm wanted by many people, chased and hunted. It's possible you might be too. It's a matter of making sure that you keep your secrecy and we plan out everything."

"And people think I'm crazy cuase I party out at the island." Kaylee shoots back. "I can take care of myself. I'm not too worried about that." She really believes that too, even if Adam had to help her that night. "As for Secrecy.. I've kept my talents secret for several years now. I think I can keep what we're doing secret too."

Adam considers Kaylee for several long moments and then nods again, "Alright, well.." he pauses, "Then we'll definitely work to get you involved. I suppose the best I can say right now is to keep your phone on."

Fishing out her cellphone, a rather nice iphone for a young college student, Kaylee gives it a wiggle. "Not a problem there. I can't live without the thing." She glances at the screen. "Ooooo. Melissa says there is a end of the year party. I don't drink or anything, cause it does bad things to my ability, but.." She grins at him as she continues. "'s fun to go. Amazing how open people are to suggestion when their plastered all to hell."

Adam arches a brow, "Well, I suppose that's at least some sort of practice." he pauses, "I have another appointment to get to." he says, "I'll give you a ring, yeah?"

The cellphone is turned sideways as Kaylee gets ready to type into the thing. Probably confirming she's going. "I guess." She gives him a smile. "Thanks for including my Adam… Oh.. And if you hear anyone with job openings.. I'm pretty flexible in what I can do.. Even though my dad left me an inheritance.. I hate digging into it, I prefer to work during the summer."

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