OOC: I don't own x-men, only do I claim Lily. Well not really since she's
my friends character, but still. Ummm, just a note, Lily's songs are from
Evanesence, because...well...writer I am, songwriter I am not :) Enjoy! And
R&R Me friend, the one who owns Lily, helped me write some of this.
Lily stood across the street from her destination. In an alley that was completely deserted. This was going to be seriously easy. Accessing her mutant ability, Lily's molecules began to shift, blending in with the background. Becoming invisible to the naked eye. She walked into the music store, looking around for what she wanted. And there it was. The perfect guitar. The one she had been by several times to play with, and admire. But could never afford. Now she was using her abilities to steal it.
Placing one invisible hand into the guitar, she made sure no one was looking, and simply made the guitar disappear as well. She held it close to her body, and began to walk out, avoiding any contact with people. Waiting for a moment, Lily walked out exactly the same time as someone else. When the alarms signalled a theft, the man halted, and blinked. He had paid for his stuff.
While he was being talked too by the cashier, Lily strode down the street until she was a safe distance away, and turned back visable, holding the guitar of her dreams.
***************
Warren Worthington III walked down the street, a cellphone pressed firmly to his ear, talking silently into it. He carefully avoided bumping into the other people that squeezed by. While he could be traveling in a car, Warren preferred walking. He enjoyed the silent interaction with people, meeting their eyes, and offering a smile. Men nodded, women watched him appreciatively. But he was used to that, he was the millionare playboy. He enjoyed women as much as he enjoyed playing with his major corporations. His toys.
Slowly, he whispered a few thing to the man on the other line, and hung up the phone. He pocketed it, and tightened the coat that was around him. Hiding the secret he kept from the world.
He felt uncomfortable, but it was a necessity if he wanted to keep from being discovered. Walking at a slow pace, he suddenly realized he had ventured into the park, without even realizing it.
"Playground school bell rings, again.... rain clouds come to play, again..." The melancholy verses that flowed from her mouth symbolized how she felt at the moment. Totally surrounded, yet at the same time she was alone. Lily strummed the strings on her guitar, and closed her eyes as the vibration from the strings seemed to strike a chord within her. "Has no one told you she's not breathing? Hello... I am you're mind..." She stopped singing momentarily as she hit a vocal roadblock. "Dammit..." Lily cursed through her teeth, "I had that fucking verse this morning..."
"Quite the talent you have," He said softly, his body propped against the tree. He had heard the girl singing, it had entranced him. Causing him to follow the sound to it's source. Where he had stumbled upon a beautiful girl, all the better. A charming smile formed on his mouth, as he looked down at her. "Perhaps, you should get a record contract."
"Perhaps you should keep walking..." She wasn't in the mood to be distracted, especially since she was beating her songs to a bloody pulp.
"Perhaps I should, but I'd hate to leave such a beautiful woman on her own."
Lily's eyes turned upwards and she tilted her head towards the sun a bit to take a look at the idiot who seemed to have that god's gift to women aura about him. "What kind of bull..." she stopped in mid sentance as she had half-way expected him to be about as attractive as the rest of the loserhood boys she was currently shacked up with. What she saw in actuallity, was someone closer to god.
An angel perhaps...
He stood over six feet tall, with powder blue eyes and golden blonde hair that fell just over his eyes. Lily had seen beautiful men before, but this one seemed to leave the others in the dust. When she had lived out on the streets, it was men like him that would pay rediculous ammounts of money just for the chance to sleep with a mutant girl.
Shifting his weight, Warren cocked his head to the side just a bit, "You were about to say something?"
"What do you want?" She swallowed, curious as to why exactly he stopped to talk to her of all the women in the park. Surely he knew that she was either not his type, or way out of his league.
"I just followed the angelic sound that came from your mouth."
"Smooth hot shot, real smooth..."
He let out a gentle laugh. "If you say so, where did you learn to play the guitar?"
"Everything I know, I taught myself. So I didn't really learn anywhere." Lily said absentmindedly as she strummed the strings again. She didn't have a clue as to why she was even still talking to him, as interested in her as he seemed. Most men usually only wanted one thing out of her anyway. "Since when did you become so interested in this poor starving artist Mr..."
"Warren," He nodded, "My name is Warren Worthington, the third." He paused for a moment, watching her. Almost as if he was trying to imprint her image into his mind. "And if your starving, I could buy you dinner."
"Metaphorically speaking Warren." Where had she heard that name before? For some reason it was ringing a bell, and for the life of her she couldn't seem to place the face to the name. "Besides, don't you know that young girls aren't supposed to accept dinner offers from strange men?" Lily couldn't help but smirk in spite of herself.
"Well, perhaps if you wouldn't have told me to keep walking, we wouldn't be total strangers now would we?" Warren's smile broadened, as he moved, taking a seat next to her. "Well, I told you my name, tell me yours."
He had a point. Sort of, well yea... he had a point. "Lily. Lily Searle the first."
He shook his head just a bit, and took a look around. Across from them, a vendor was being hassled by a guy who seemed displeased with his order. They were engaged in a heated arguement, which looked like it was about to turn physical. Pushing a strand of hair from his face, Warren looked over at Lily, smiling.
"How about we ditch the park, and grab a bite to eat Lily? My treat."
"I might be so inclined," she said, a smirk crawling onto her face, "It depends on where you consider to be a good place to eat." Against her better judgement, Lily found herself attracted to him. It couldn't have been one of her smarter ideas, going out with a man she just met. That usually led to some kind of disaster.
"It can be anywhere you so desire," Warren stood up, brushing off his slacks. Armani suits were not meant to be in the dirt, while he adjusted his jacket. He held out a hand, as a silent gesture to help her to her feet. "I know some place where I eat casually."
What could it hurt? Lily thought as she lifted one hand to take his, letting him pull her gently to her feet, He's cute, and buying me dinner.
*********
"This is casual?"
Casual. This was not. The resturaunt was a huge building, with two valet parkers in the front, wearing the uniform that marked them as workers. But even they're expressions were that of people in high class. Merely working to please them. That was just the beginning, a velvet red carpet with gold lining lead the way to a huge pair of glass doors. A doorman tipped his hat, offering a smile to Lily as he held open the door for her and Warren. She felt really uncomfortable, and really underdressed. Inside, a small fountain stood to the right, with a woman holding what appeared to be jug, a stream a water pouring from it.
A walls were decked out in an elegant art decor. Wooden tables were scattered everywhere, and small cozy booths were in various locations. Some were complimented with a large fish tank resting behind it.
"Two please," She heard Warren said briskly, and noticed the maitre d'etage straighten up, sniffing just a bit.
"Yes Mr. Worthington, will you require your normal quaters?"
"Yes please."
Lily eyed the man, and noticed his pencil stance, and the little mustache on his upper lip reminded her alot of the Duke from Moulin Rouge.
"Shall we?" She heard Warren said, snapping her back to attention. He had a smooth smile on his face, and was offering his arm to her. Blinking slightly, she took his arm. Finding this whole situation to be weird. All the women in this place were dressed elequently, some had diamonds around their necks and hanging from their ears. Lily, was dressed in black thigh high boots, black stockings, with a leather skirt to match. Her shirt was gray, showing off a hint of her stomach, and much of her chest. Spiked armbands covered her wrists. Dark make-up was painted onto her face. Most men, would be ashamed of this, but Warren Worthington was acting as if she was the one in a elegant gown and the other women in the resturaunt were the ones that were dressed inadequently.
Despite the hidden feelings of inferiority, Lily kept her face emotionless, ignoring all of the stares they were recieveing. She did her best to make herself look like she actually belonged on the arm of a socialite, as her companion seemed to be. When the maitre d'etage held out a chair for her, she quietly thanked him, taking as seat as Warren did so across from her. After telling them the special of the day, which to Lily sound like just a bunch of words stringed together, he handed them a menu, and disappeared.
"Are you alright?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
Warren's lips twitched, but he didn't speak. He pretended to look over the menu, but his eyes kept traveling back to the woman who was sitting across from him. With most women, he'd just flip the charm switch during the dinner then have them in his bedroom the rest of the night. But Lily was different.
She didn't buy his charm, and for some reason, he didn't want to use her in the way. He wanted to get to know her. Angling his head, he studied her features. Her violet hair spilled over her shoulders as she viewed the menu, full lips were pursed, painted black, as she contemplated what exactly to get. Then, when she felt watched, she lifted her head meeting his gaze with her own. Her eyes were the same color as her hair, but the extraordinary thing about them was the black were the white would be on a normal person's eyes.
Lily shifted in her seat, Warren was staring at her, and she didn't know exactly what to do about it. One side of her, wanted to tell him to look at something else, but the other side enjoyed the appreciative attention he was giving her. However, before she could say anything, he jerked his gaze away from hers.
"Do you know what you want?" he asked, attempting to keep his eyes from her.
"I don't know what half this shit is."
A laugh came from him, and it delighted her on some level. Making her feel a lot less tense.
*************
"This is where you live huh?" Warren looked up at the small building were the brotherhood resided.
"Yeah," Lily responded.
The whole night had been slightly odd. Warren bought her dinner, did nothing more than acquire things about her, as well as telling about himself. After dinner, he offered to walk her home, stopping only briefly to drap his jacket over her shoulders. It swam on her, extending past her hands, making her feel like a little kid. As they walked, he kept his hands in his pockets, making no move to touch her. Much like he was doing now, staring at her with those gorgous eyes that could make any woman's heart swoon.
Keeping her face impassive, Lily offered him a smile. "Goodnight Warren."
"Goodnight Lily," he whispered gently, and leaned down, brushing his lips every gently against her cheekbone. It sent an electric jolt coursing through her. What was it about him that did that too her? She shifted then, attempting to take off the jacket, when his hands closed over her shoulders.
"Keep the jacket, you seem like you need it more than me." He whispered softly, smiling at her.
Turning then, Warren Worthington III strode away from Lily Searle. Who was standing there, unsure of what to do now. Was she supposed to invite him in? But he didn't seem that interested in it. Another surprising man that she's met. She tightened the jacket around her form, and took in a breath. It smelled like him, like his cologne. Sliding her hands into the pocket, she pulled out a white card. It read:
'Warren Worthington III, Worthington Inc."
So that's where she heard this name from. He was Warren Worthington, one of the weathliest men in New York City. Looking at the series of numbers, and one address, where he could be reached. Lily seriously thought about tracking him down again. But that would be another day... So that's where she heard this name from. He was Warren Worthington, one of the weathliest men in New York City. Looking at the series of numbers, and one address, where he could be reached. Lily seriously thought about tracking him down again. But that would be another day...
Lily stood across the street from her destination. In an alley that was completely deserted. This was going to be seriously easy. Accessing her mutant ability, Lily's molecules began to shift, blending in with the background. Becoming invisible to the naked eye. She walked into the music store, looking around for what she wanted. And there it was. The perfect guitar. The one she had been by several times to play with, and admire. But could never afford. Now she was using her abilities to steal it.
Placing one invisible hand into the guitar, she made sure no one was looking, and simply made the guitar disappear as well. She held it close to her body, and began to walk out, avoiding any contact with people. Waiting for a moment, Lily walked out exactly the same time as someone else. When the alarms signalled a theft, the man halted, and blinked. He had paid for his stuff.
While he was being talked too by the cashier, Lily strode down the street until she was a safe distance away, and turned back visable, holding the guitar of her dreams.
***************
Warren Worthington III walked down the street, a cellphone pressed firmly to his ear, talking silently into it. He carefully avoided bumping into the other people that squeezed by. While he could be traveling in a car, Warren preferred walking. He enjoyed the silent interaction with people, meeting their eyes, and offering a smile. Men nodded, women watched him appreciatively. But he was used to that, he was the millionare playboy. He enjoyed women as much as he enjoyed playing with his major corporations. His toys.
Slowly, he whispered a few thing to the man on the other line, and hung up the phone. He pocketed it, and tightened the coat that was around him. Hiding the secret he kept from the world.
He felt uncomfortable, but it was a necessity if he wanted to keep from being discovered. Walking at a slow pace, he suddenly realized he had ventured into the park, without even realizing it.
"Playground school bell rings, again.... rain clouds come to play, again..." The melancholy verses that flowed from her mouth symbolized how she felt at the moment. Totally surrounded, yet at the same time she was alone. Lily strummed the strings on her guitar, and closed her eyes as the vibration from the strings seemed to strike a chord within her. "Has no one told you she's not breathing? Hello... I am you're mind..." She stopped singing momentarily as she hit a vocal roadblock. "Dammit..." Lily cursed through her teeth, "I had that fucking verse this morning..."
"Quite the talent you have," He said softly, his body propped against the tree. He had heard the girl singing, it had entranced him. Causing him to follow the sound to it's source. Where he had stumbled upon a beautiful girl, all the better. A charming smile formed on his mouth, as he looked down at her. "Perhaps, you should get a record contract."
"Perhaps you should keep walking..." She wasn't in the mood to be distracted, especially since she was beating her songs to a bloody pulp.
"Perhaps I should, but I'd hate to leave such a beautiful woman on her own."
Lily's eyes turned upwards and she tilted her head towards the sun a bit to take a look at the idiot who seemed to have that god's gift to women aura about him. "What kind of bull..." she stopped in mid sentance as she had half-way expected him to be about as attractive as the rest of the loserhood boys she was currently shacked up with. What she saw in actuallity, was someone closer to god.
An angel perhaps...
He stood over six feet tall, with powder blue eyes and golden blonde hair that fell just over his eyes. Lily had seen beautiful men before, but this one seemed to leave the others in the dust. When she had lived out on the streets, it was men like him that would pay rediculous ammounts of money just for the chance to sleep with a mutant girl.
Shifting his weight, Warren cocked his head to the side just a bit, "You were about to say something?"
"What do you want?" She swallowed, curious as to why exactly he stopped to talk to her of all the women in the park. Surely he knew that she was either not his type, or way out of his league.
"I just followed the angelic sound that came from your mouth."
"Smooth hot shot, real smooth..."
He let out a gentle laugh. "If you say so, where did you learn to play the guitar?"
"Everything I know, I taught myself. So I didn't really learn anywhere." Lily said absentmindedly as she strummed the strings again. She didn't have a clue as to why she was even still talking to him, as interested in her as he seemed. Most men usually only wanted one thing out of her anyway. "Since when did you become so interested in this poor starving artist Mr..."
"Warren," He nodded, "My name is Warren Worthington, the third." He paused for a moment, watching her. Almost as if he was trying to imprint her image into his mind. "And if your starving, I could buy you dinner."
"Metaphorically speaking Warren." Where had she heard that name before? For some reason it was ringing a bell, and for the life of her she couldn't seem to place the face to the name. "Besides, don't you know that young girls aren't supposed to accept dinner offers from strange men?" Lily couldn't help but smirk in spite of herself.
"Well, perhaps if you wouldn't have told me to keep walking, we wouldn't be total strangers now would we?" Warren's smile broadened, as he moved, taking a seat next to her. "Well, I told you my name, tell me yours."
He had a point. Sort of, well yea... he had a point. "Lily. Lily Searle the first."
He shook his head just a bit, and took a look around. Across from them, a vendor was being hassled by a guy who seemed displeased with his order. They were engaged in a heated arguement, which looked like it was about to turn physical. Pushing a strand of hair from his face, Warren looked over at Lily, smiling.
"How about we ditch the park, and grab a bite to eat Lily? My treat."
"I might be so inclined," she said, a smirk crawling onto her face, "It depends on where you consider to be a good place to eat." Against her better judgement, Lily found herself attracted to him. It couldn't have been one of her smarter ideas, going out with a man she just met. That usually led to some kind of disaster.
"It can be anywhere you so desire," Warren stood up, brushing off his slacks. Armani suits were not meant to be in the dirt, while he adjusted his jacket. He held out a hand, as a silent gesture to help her to her feet. "I know some place where I eat casually."
What could it hurt? Lily thought as she lifted one hand to take his, letting him pull her gently to her feet, He's cute, and buying me dinner.
*********
"This is casual?"
Casual. This was not. The resturaunt was a huge building, with two valet parkers in the front, wearing the uniform that marked them as workers. But even they're expressions were that of people in high class. Merely working to please them. That was just the beginning, a velvet red carpet with gold lining lead the way to a huge pair of glass doors. A doorman tipped his hat, offering a smile to Lily as he held open the door for her and Warren. She felt really uncomfortable, and really underdressed. Inside, a small fountain stood to the right, with a woman holding what appeared to be jug, a stream a water pouring from it.
A walls were decked out in an elegant art decor. Wooden tables were scattered everywhere, and small cozy booths were in various locations. Some were complimented with a large fish tank resting behind it.
"Two please," She heard Warren said briskly, and noticed the maitre d'etage straighten up, sniffing just a bit.
"Yes Mr. Worthington, will you require your normal quaters?"
"Yes please."
Lily eyed the man, and noticed his pencil stance, and the little mustache on his upper lip reminded her alot of the Duke from Moulin Rouge.
"Shall we?" She heard Warren said, snapping her back to attention. He had a smooth smile on his face, and was offering his arm to her. Blinking slightly, she took his arm. Finding this whole situation to be weird. All the women in this place were dressed elequently, some had diamonds around their necks and hanging from their ears. Lily, was dressed in black thigh high boots, black stockings, with a leather skirt to match. Her shirt was gray, showing off a hint of her stomach, and much of her chest. Spiked armbands covered her wrists. Dark make-up was painted onto her face. Most men, would be ashamed of this, but Warren Worthington was acting as if she was the one in a elegant gown and the other women in the resturaunt were the ones that were dressed inadequently.
Despite the hidden feelings of inferiority, Lily kept her face emotionless, ignoring all of the stares they were recieveing. She did her best to make herself look like she actually belonged on the arm of a socialite, as her companion seemed to be. When the maitre d'etage held out a chair for her, she quietly thanked him, taking as seat as Warren did so across from her. After telling them the special of the day, which to Lily sound like just a bunch of words stringed together, he handed them a menu, and disappeared.
"Are you alright?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
Warren's lips twitched, but he didn't speak. He pretended to look over the menu, but his eyes kept traveling back to the woman who was sitting across from him. With most women, he'd just flip the charm switch during the dinner then have them in his bedroom the rest of the night. But Lily was different.
She didn't buy his charm, and for some reason, he didn't want to use her in the way. He wanted to get to know her. Angling his head, he studied her features. Her violet hair spilled over her shoulders as she viewed the menu, full lips were pursed, painted black, as she contemplated what exactly to get. Then, when she felt watched, she lifted her head meeting his gaze with her own. Her eyes were the same color as her hair, but the extraordinary thing about them was the black were the white would be on a normal person's eyes.
Lily shifted in her seat, Warren was staring at her, and she didn't know exactly what to do about it. One side of her, wanted to tell him to look at something else, but the other side enjoyed the appreciative attention he was giving her. However, before she could say anything, he jerked his gaze away from hers.
"Do you know what you want?" he asked, attempting to keep his eyes from her.
"I don't know what half this shit is."
A laugh came from him, and it delighted her on some level. Making her feel a lot less tense.
*************
"This is where you live huh?" Warren looked up at the small building were the brotherhood resided.
"Yeah," Lily responded.
The whole night had been slightly odd. Warren bought her dinner, did nothing more than acquire things about her, as well as telling about himself. After dinner, he offered to walk her home, stopping only briefly to drap his jacket over her shoulders. It swam on her, extending past her hands, making her feel like a little kid. As they walked, he kept his hands in his pockets, making no move to touch her. Much like he was doing now, staring at her with those gorgous eyes that could make any woman's heart swoon.
Keeping her face impassive, Lily offered him a smile. "Goodnight Warren."
"Goodnight Lily," he whispered gently, and leaned down, brushing his lips every gently against her cheekbone. It sent an electric jolt coursing through her. What was it about him that did that too her? She shifted then, attempting to take off the jacket, when his hands closed over her shoulders.
"Keep the jacket, you seem like you need it more than me." He whispered softly, smiling at her.
Turning then, Warren Worthington III strode away from Lily Searle. Who was standing there, unsure of what to do now. Was she supposed to invite him in? But he didn't seem that interested in it. Another surprising man that she's met. She tightened the jacket around her form, and took in a breath. It smelled like him, like his cologne. Sliding her hands into the pocket, she pulled out a white card. It read:
'Warren Worthington III, Worthington Inc."
So that's where she heard this name from. He was Warren Worthington, one of the weathliest men in New York City. Looking at the series of numbers, and one address, where he could be reached. Lily seriously thought about tracking him down again. But that would be another day... So that's where she heard this name from. He was Warren Worthington, one of the weathliest men in New York City. Looking at the series of numbers, and one address, where he could be reached. Lily seriously thought about tracking him down again. But that would be another day...