forum "You Are a Person of Upmost Potential. You Just Don't Know It Yet." (Closed//Stalkers Enabled)

Started August 03, 2018 by Deleted user

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He sighed through his nostrils again, feeling exceptionally frustrated; He'd had a long day, then to move on here and deal with this… ugh…
"You're acting like one." He turned on his heel.

"Listen, who even are you?" she asked.

"Well if you're going to be so closed-minded of your situation, perhaps formalities are unneeded. You're clearly uninterested," Havenwood responded, sounding heavily annoyed.

"Listen, my 'Situation' is that I'm a middle class citizen with a reasonably steady job and a few trillion deadlines I've gotta meet. So tell me what you think my 'Situation' is." she scowled.

"You're not a middle-class citizen. You're a lower class. You're getting groceries from the gas station. I can see their label on the bags. Look, gimme the locket back, and I'll find someone else in more desperate need. You clearly don't need the cash." He stepped forward and extended his hand expectantly.

"Listen, I don't need any money. But if you suddenly know the cure for a brain tumor, let me know." she snapped. "Who even are you?! What do you want!?"

Havenwood was getting impatient. He snatched the locket from her and glared at her. "Who I am doesn't matter anymore. To you, anyway. Good day," He muttered through clenched teeth and stalked off, the locket dangling out of his hand, glimmering appealingly against the streetlamps.

"Wait! Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it. I don't need money, just transfer it to the account of a woman named Camila Perez. Please." she said.

He paused. Who might that be? Perhaps the one suffering from the brain tumor? She did previously mention that…
"Alright. May I follow you back to your home? I need to speak to you in private." He turned around and walked back over.

"Fine. It's just a few blocks away, not very far." she said, strolling down the sidewalk.

Havenwood put his hands in his pockets and followed her. Was I being annoying just then? Perhaps I shouldn't have been so… repetitive… I'll be worrying about that all night, dammit. He sighed.

Maria unlocked the door to her apartment. It was small, with a tidy little kitchen, a bathroom with only a shower, a cramped living room filled with drawing and painting and such gizmos of all descriptions, along with a sofa, television, and coffee table, and a modest bedroom. "Sit down. Would you like something to drink?" she asked.

"No, thanks." Havenwood crammed himself into a small sitting chair, hoping he wasn't taking up too much room. He looked around. "Nice place you have here." He caught a look of a painting of a fascinating gizmo and grinned a little. This is who we're looking for.

"So, what do you want to talk to me about?" Maria asked, pouring herself a glass of cheap wine.

Havenwood pushed his hoodie down, revealing his almost eerily perfect features; he was… well there was no way else to put it. He was perfect almost too much so; he had long silver hair and light gray eyes with a white pupil instead of a black one. It was almost hypnotizing.
"I was sent here by… forces I won't name, to tell you that you have chances of potential. But… you just don't know it yet. And I know it's you because of all of these paintings… I've seen them before. I recognize your craft and it's amazing." He looked at her. "We need you to create these for us."

"Okay, hold up. I'm not some inventor of engineer, I'm just an artist! I draw stuff and write webcomics and live off of ramen!"

"What?" Havenwood looked confused. "Where did all of this come from, then?"

"It's called having an imagination, dumbass."

His expression turned to one of confusion to a harsh glare. "Well, excuse me! I didn't go about this by myself… stupid Prometheus… I've always hated him…"

"Prometheus? Like, the guy from… what was it…. it was either Greek or Roman myth, I can't quite remember."

"Greek. The God of Forethought." Havenwood had dumbed his voice down into a scoff. "He's so stuck up. Asshole."

"Oh. So he's named after a god. Okay. Weird."

"No. He is a God. Where have you been living?" Havenwood gave her a quizzical look.

"The mortal realm." Maria joked. "But seriously, what parents would give their child a name of a Greek god?" she laughed.

"Gods? I was supposed to be a girl… so Zeus was sorely disappointed."