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Cannonball has a handful of poles, some bait in a small dirt-filled container, a coat, and the /desire/ to go try to catch some fish in one of the streams. He also has a snag hook, too, in case there's salmon or they won't bite. Of course, fishing is fishing even if you never catch anything.
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Julie is, meanwhile, testing a lighting setup on the big six-wheeler she calls the 'Limbo Raider,' whose military origins are somewhat hidden behind a quaint and rather square two-tone paint job in not-so-vivid shoeleather colors from a cancelled order to paint delivery vans. Click, click… She pauses to adjust some aim with the things.
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Cannonball eyeballs the woman hard at work and then he calls out to her in a slow, southern drawl, "Hey, ya feel like takin' a break there, missy? I could use a pardner for some fishin'. I have the beers already too, so…dont need nuthin' but yerself."
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Julie laughs, Brooklyn girl as she is. "As long as you don't mind I got no clue how, sure. Figure we should walk it or give this big ol' gal a try?"
"I'll show ya. We'll have ya right as rain in no time." Sam comes over closer. "Well…we can try 'er, but…might take out a few trees." He chuckles. "Ah think there's a path a bit of the way." Probably some little roads out there for patroling's sake.
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Julie laughs, and gestures to the cab before climbs back behind the wheel. "Yeah, there's some fire roads and horse trails, I guess we'll just park her where we need to get off of one." Inside the vehicle, it's still pretty military, though painted to match the outside except for some riveted-on GI instruction plates and such. Apparently upholstery's just as it was found, though, as yet. "What kinda fish you think they got here, maybe a trout or something?"
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Cannonball gets into the thing, but sticks the poles out the window, pulling them so they face backwards, so they don't catch branches. He puts the 6 pack on the space between them. "It aint gonna burst inta flame or teleport, right?"
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Julie laughs a bit, "Nah, Illyana does the teleporting when we need it." A foot reaches for the starter switch, then seems to click a tongue dismissively and just puts the machine in neutral, …there's a Vrrrr sound which may be coming from her as she lets the brake off and the Power Wagon starts rolling seemingly of its own accord. "Diesel, though. Could scare the fish I guess."
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Cannonball shakes his head. "Nah…stream fish're different anyway. They just goin' up and down anyway…we'll find em." He seems assured of that, relaxed as they noodle along in the vehicle. "This for a special occassion, or…just…makin' stuff?
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Julie says, "Ah, well, this is something Illyana got hold of in a hurry when we had to go to Limbo to go get Doug. I'd seen the place, so when she asked what I needed, I said one a these. Took some fixing up to actually run for anyone else, but here we are. Kinda hoping the dressing up means she won't stick out so much around the estate and all." She adds, "Extra lights kinda came in handy last run we were on, so I been rigging them. Also an extra battery and generator it's easy for me to just spin without burning up belts when the motor's not running.""
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Cannonball listens and bobs his head along with what she's saying. "Transportation aint never been my problem." Sam grins. "Good to have someone in charge of it though. Hey…cut through here and then we'll park it and walk down to the riverbed."
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Julie nods, there, working pedals and levers despite the vehicle being under Dizzy-power as she swings the big wheel wide to ease onto the narrower path. She clicks on some of those lights, this time, peering up to see how her aiming's working out. "Yeah, I get that a lot, but, it's kind of my thing, transportation." She finds something of a turnout to point the truck back homeward before setting a brake. "Besides, in Limbo it's nice to have some Detroit iron between youse and unruly demon type guys."
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Cannonball waits until they get to the spot, then he hops out and seems glad to be in the open space again. "You know I don't ride in cars so much. Not bad, but…just not my thing. I have just a little issue with small spaces, I guess. So…follow me, and I'll show ya how ta do this. Just…don't go tanglin' up the line with yer powers." He winks in a naturally flirtaceous way.
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Julie smirks. "Well, everyone loves air cover, that way." She hrms, eyeing the fishing reels. "Guess that's one I never thought of, though, but don't worry about it," she says. "Flying around all the time, I mean, without a helo or something, that probably makes cruising hard."
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Cannonball rustles through the wintery brush, which tries to claw at them. Sam's jeans are hardy enough to repel the branches, and he leads the way down to the shore of the stream. There's an area with rocks that has some beer cans around it, clearly the right spot for lounging and fishing. Sam hops on the rocks, still holding the poles, then sits down and lays em out, balancing them on the rocks as he sorts out wich ones to use. "Don't really need ta cast a line. You just drop it…let it drift down a bit. Easy as can be. The only trick is 'settin' the hook. When ya feel a fish pull, you sort a give 'er a yank, upwards. Sometimes it works, sometimes it don't. C'mon and have a seat, Jules. I'll bait ya up."
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Julie comes on along, fortunately given to wearing work clothes herself, particularly while, well, working, so to speak, toting along whatever needs additional toting. "Ah, well, you're a real gent, then. I seen cartoons but never got much practice sticking hooks in worms or whatever."
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Cannonball pops open the container and digs his fingers in the soft, black dirt, pulling out a skinny little worm. He does the actual gross stuff of stickin' in, and letting its body curl around the hook and the line, then hands it to her. But, he doesn't let go. Instead, he patiently shows her, in a brotherly fashion…he's done this before with younger people, surely, how to drop in the line. "There…just like this…and then we just wait. Talk. Drink some beer. Maybe we get a fish, maybe we don't. My ma said that's why they call it fishin', not catchin'."
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Julie smirks. "Yeah, that's all right: I get the feeling this is one of those things the Prof wouldn't want us using powers on." She pauses to take in the little creek and the woods. She doesn't usually seem to take the time. "I mean, for either of us, that probably wouldn't be very good, anyway. At least not for fish or dinner and all." She hefts the pole and fishes with a free hand for a pack of Chesterfields, offering one over. "Smoke, while we're at it?"
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"Well…mah powers don't help fishin' one bit, but maybe yours would. I dunno. Could ya fish with yer powers? Or just…sorta fling fish all over. Ya can't bruise em up too bad. That's not what they mean by battered fish." Sam chuckles at his own joke, moves his line so that its going to drift to the other side of the broad stream, and drops it down, wriggling worm and all.
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Julie smirks, and thinks. "Don't think I ever tried. I guess I could be good at reeling em in. And I'm pretty good with boats. Kinda got this gyroscopic balance thing, so I don't fall off things much."
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"I could see boats…sure. Just rocks…and quiet here though. You know, I think its interesting how powers change a person. Or how they go with a person's personality. What do you think? Do ya think we get em because of our personality, or, do they inform the personality to begin with?" Sam with the deep questions here, while they fish!
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Julie shrugs, a little. "Never could figure that out: I suppose in another family business I might do some different stuff with it, I guess. You always have a thing for high-jumping and hard landings when you was a kid?" She smirks.
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"No…but…mah powers were what helped me save myself and mah friend escape a collapsed mine. And, I guess, I had always approached things sorta…all in, with no way a stoppin'." Sam grins and looks Julie up and down. "You got a best girl friend around here?"
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Julie ahs, and glances back up, "Well, in town, anyway. I dunno if I really got too close to anyone in particular here, yet. Sorta spend a lot of time with Tessa, learning some of that kung fu type stuff, among other things. Sorta feel like half a teacher here sometimes, studying one minute, teaching the next, and all. You always seemed like everyone knows you pretty good, though."
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Cannonball nods faintly. "Its sorta true, and sorta not true. Ahve always been one o' those guys that everyone likes, but not too many people really really know. You know? Always seemed to work out just fine, but…ahm seeing that people notice, now. Like…they notice that ahm not but just a surface, most a the time. So, ahm tryin' ta work on it a little, be a better friend." Sam grins faintly. "So, maybe we could be friends. More than just…sorta friends."
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Julie cracks one of the beers and tilts it up. "Sure seems we've all gotta stick together, anyway, and, well, be a team a lotta the time." She glances over, then. "Guess you got a lot of family in the same boat. Been wondering how that is, and all. I got a lotta cousins and a couple brothers, sorta wonder sometimes if this stuff runs in the family."
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Cannonball draws in a deep breath. "Mah family is complicated. The boys used ta look up ta me, but…now I aint so sure. Its cuz I lied, and…that sorta disrupted their great view a me. But, ahm tryin'. In the meantime, just gotta keep movin' along, doin' what I do."
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Julie ahs, and nods. "I guess, what's that, when you're not flying around doing this stuff?" She pauses, and thinks. "And I dunno, I don't tell mi familia nothing about all this, not really. Feels kinda like lying sometimes.
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"But yer family aint a bunch a mutants too. No point in hidin' /that/. I just mean…like what yer really like. Do you act, around people? Its hard ta act when yer fishin'. Though, I have seen girls laugh way too much and I thought to myself…I prolly aint that funny." He grins crookedly.
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Julie smirks, "Not so far as I know, anyway. If they was like me, it might not show too much, but then we could laugh about all hiding from each other, that way." She does peer over at the line, and gives it a bit of a wiggle, tentatively, perhaps out of feeling she ought to do something more active about it. She shrugs, though. "Acting, though. I dunno I suppose I do and I don't, you know, always hiding *something,* around most people, anyhow. Don't have much time to be any faker than that, though."
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Julie muses a while, and adds. "And, well, I kinda laugh a lot, stuff's got a way of flying around if I get too upset, so that's just better all around."
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Cannonball nods faintly. "Yeah…most people are like that, I suppose. Like…kinda both. But, mostly open. I never was. I was just kinda…what everyone wanted me to be. I was popular, so I acted like a popular guy. But, that's changing now. I aint the popular one. That's Jay."
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Julie smirks. "Guess so, …we ain't talked, really. Mostly I heard him sing, and that, well, I guess that'll make a guy popular. You do anything like that, or is fishing your thing, maybe?"
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Cannonball chuckles and drags his line back in to drop it again. Then he pops open a beer. "I do athletic stuff…no singin', though when I do sing, its Hank Williams."
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Julie hrms. "Pretty sure I heard of him, guess there's a whole lot of music around here, I mess around a bit, even. Mostly singing under the frame rails, I guess."
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"Yeah…its popular. I just always been more of a listener." With that, Sam continues to fish with her, and lightly chat, even though the chance of any of them catching a fish is slim to none. It just seems to be the act that is important, rather than there being a success or not.