unpredictable {Lance!blitz}

[Tom]

Lilah Averill

Life was about living, not about wasting away to the words of the mass.

Blinded by the words of the mass, she's meant to follow them like she's always done, but she lived her own path. A fire that blazed her own path through anywhere. She would follow them most days, but this day was different. She had seen him a few times from day to day when they trained like the careers they were born to be. She could hear the whispers of the mindless about him. The way that they thought of him as a waste of potential since he had some sort of disability. It doesn't bother her like the rest. After all, she had to be fine with him, after all, her bastard of a brother was kind of a mess too. That's how she finds herself waltzing up to the male with a chaotic smirk upon her lips.

She's checking him out, eyes glazing over his body. He's definitely a career. She can see it very clearly, but it still made her curious about what lies underneath that layer. Who was the male, Aidan Reid? Another cute boy who still tried his best to be a career even with the words that threaten to stab him in the chest. There's always an interest in the way that struggling men seem to be stronger than the normal man. All she could do was lean to one of her sides with that same chaotic smirk and arms that wrap loosely together over her front.

"Fuck them."

Eyes glare to the group that watches them with cautious eyes. They could fuck off for all she cared.

"Hey. I'm Lilah. Come get lunch with me?"

[lance]

Another day in the daily grind, halfway complete. For much of the morning crowd, it was their conclusion, and there'd be at least a solid hour before the early birds of the afternoon started trickling in. A normal day for normal Careers.

But he was anything but normal, as the muted whispers liked to remind him. So for him, his day was only halfway done. Not that he minded - Father had told him that any hour not spent at the academy would instead be spent in the slate mines where he himself worked. He'd tried that once, just out of curiosity, and had walked away with the conclusion that he'd take the muted whispers and sneering jabs any day.

That, at least, he'd built up significant defenses for.

But today, fate decided to throw a wrench into the mix. A wrench in the form of a long, lean brunette who, unlike most, brazenly stepped up and through boundaries few had ever dared to cross.

He doesn't realize that she's talking to him until the words are already spilling out of her mouth. The familiar position reasserts itself, gaze shifting to his right, in time to catch the gist.

"Hey. I'm Lilah. Come get lunch with me?"

Surprise floods through his system and arranges itself on his face, before wariness kicks in with a well-trained reflex. For all he knew, the girl was asking just to embarrass him in front of her friends.

But half a second later, he decided he'd take the bait, and shifted his expression to accommodate.

"Aidan," he replied, in a voice rough with lack of use. "It'd be my pleasure, Lilah."

[Tom]

Lilah Averill

Trailblazers with their own paths that they've created collide.

A simple lunch could turn into something different. A new friend. A new lover. A new person to learn. A chaotic smirk upon her lips as she looks at the blonde boy with a cautious look that changes to a happier one as he looks to her, debating whether to take her offer or not. Misfit is what she could peg him as, but event hen he seemed different in a good way. Nothing like the masses that are ruthless with jealousy or follow a path already built for them. Lilah was nothing like them. That's what she preferred to be. An individual who does not care what anyone says.

"Aidan,"

A nice name for a handsome guy. It fits for him like it belonged to be his name. Interest was already peaked by the masses, but now his change in emotion across his face and the ways he looks to be a little bit cautious around her makes her smile just a little bit. He continues to speak as she leans onto her other leg with a smirk that stays put.

"It'd be my pleasure, Lilah."

A gentleman can be added to the list of things Aidan seemed to be.

Arms uncross as she watches him again. Blue eyes scavenging anything that she could read from his body language or anything of the sort. Nothing was coming up yet, but a lunch could prove to keep her curiosity or break it. A smile upon her face as she lets herself go just a tiny bit. Relaxed and calculating, she moves to the side with words upon her lips.

"I know a good little cafe down the street. Shouldn't be too busy today."

Leading the way she gives him a joyful smile as her feet move bit by bit, looking to see if he's following.

"C'mon, It'll be fun!"