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Xander Cage

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Mun/Muse 21+ Written by Erick

Est. 1/2017

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At least he had the decency to be slightly goofy. She wasn’t sure how she’d feel about this place, this scene, if he wasn’t. He presented a character she could roll her eyes at, and whether it was honest or not it moderated his intimidating figure. Because yes– she was scared. It was almost part of why she came, though. Anything to prove to herself that she was brave.

“Yeah… water’s fine.” She answered him distractedly, keeping him in her peripheral vision as she wandered further into his place. And then she passed out of his sight as she went down that hallway he spoke of, to investigate the room that had been offered to her.

She had to back out again, to double-check the room. Count the doors, make sure it was the one across from the bathroom… But that was the one. Seriously? A television? In a guest room?

Nicole stormed out of that room  and back to the main living area, having finally decided enough was enough. “What the hell,” she accused, pointing her finger angrily at the man who supposedly owned this place, “are you trying to pull?! What the fuck kind of rich, insane asshat invites some random kid off the street to stay in his expensive fucking treehouse with a fucking tv in the room? Y’know how to steal shit, you apparently think you’re famous, you’re about as full of yourself as you can fucking get and I still don’t know what the fuck you want from me!”” 

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What the hell’s wrong with you?!”

He knew that as tough as she was, he was a big guy, and she was alone. No matter how scrappy she was, she could die here if he’d ended up having less-than-pure intentions. She was right to be cautious, Xander could have been some gross creeper who wanted something from her. Luckily for both of them, he wasn’t. 

“You got it,” he said, grabbing a bottle out of the fridge. He leaned against the bar, letting her explore the place, the room he’d be letting her stay in, and he waited. Following her would be crowding her, and she was already feeling jumpy enough because she was alone with him. What he didn’t expect was the anger and the accusations she flung at him. Though it caught him off-guard, he didn’t do much more than raise his eyebrows and hold the bottle of water out to her, “Here, drink this, take a breath,” he said with a smile on his face. He left the water on the bar right within her reach when she didn’t take it.

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“I was famous, and I’m not insane,” he said, his tone gentle, almost light. “You think this place fell in my lap? Hell no! Took me years to get everything set up, stealing, helping people, and robin hood-ing my way here, making friends and all that. Some of ‘em taught me shit, I taught some of 'em shit, but the doors have always been open to anyone who needed ‘em to be.” He walked past her to one of the chairs at the table and sat, facing her, his hands clasped together in front of him, laying against the wood. “Long time ago…someone came along and pulled me out of the gutter with one catch: If I ever got the chance to do the same, I would." 

Xander gestured back towards the room again, "That’s your ticket out of the gutter if you want it. What do I want? I want you to have the same chance I did; a chance at something bigger, a chance to stop being a street kid that people cross the street to get away from. I know that life, and you don’t have to live it forever if you don’t want. No strings, just don’t be a bitch, learn what I teach you, and we’re golden.”