Warren was completely unaware of his neighbors troubles. But then he was unaware about who exactly she was. Had he known that, he would have had quite a lot to think about as well.
But he didn't know. She was just a girl his own age, living alone, and was nice to talk to. Not to mention that she was absolutely gorgeous.
He'd gotten his place in order now, gotten all the furniture built, everything unpacked, all the little things fixed. And, after having called a number that Liz gave him, he'd gotten himself a job. Part time, Friday and Saturday night, bouncing at a local club. So far it worked. While Warren might be young, he was both tall and well built, and could give people a look that spoke of pain and bodily injuries if they gave him troubles. It had been cool so far, though. He'd mostly had to diffuse situations before they came bad rather, and having to send overly intoxicated people on their way. And deny entry to people too young. People his age. And, he was getting to practice keeping his powers in check on this job, and not let his temper run away with him. So far he had succeeded. The day he failed he would probably be without a job.
But tonight was not a Friday or Saturday night. Tonight was a Sunday night, and Warren was at home. The day had passed peacefully. He'd had his nose in a book for most of it, as was in no way uncommon for him. But as the sun began to set, he was getting restless, a clear sign that he'd been too physically inactive that day. He looked over at the weights he'd made room for in a corner of his bedroom, by the window. Hmmnoo, not what he was in the mood for.
He wondered if Liz was home. She probably was. He'd learned that she didn't do that much, outside of the daily stuff that everyone needed; work, getting food... And of course her nightly runs.
He made up his mind, and changed into sweats. Black, of course, as most of his wardrobe tended to be, even if the hoodie was mostly grey now, washed out as it was. Then, running shoes on and his hair tied back and out of his face, he stepped outside his apartment and took the few steps needed to cross the hall to Liz's door, and rang her doorbell.
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But he didn't know. She was just a girl his own age, living alone, and was nice to talk to. Not to mention that she was absolutely gorgeous.
He'd gotten his place in order now, gotten all the furniture built, everything unpacked, all the little things fixed. And, after having called a number that Liz gave him, he'd gotten himself a job. Part time, Friday and Saturday night, bouncing at a local club. So far it worked. While Warren might be young, he was both tall and well built, and could give people a look that spoke of pain and bodily injuries if they gave him troubles. It had been cool so far, though. He'd mostly had to diffuse situations before they came bad rather, and having to send overly intoxicated people on their way. And deny entry to people too young. People his age.
And, he was getting to practice keeping his powers in check on this job, and not let his temper run away with him. So far he had succeeded. The day he failed he would probably be without a job.
But tonight was not a Friday or Saturday night. Tonight was a Sunday night, and Warren was at home. The day had passed peacefully. He'd had his nose in a book for most of it, as was in no way uncommon for him. But as the sun began to set, he was getting restless, a clear sign that he'd been too physically inactive that day. He looked over at the weights he'd made room for in a corner of his bedroom, by the window. Hmmnoo, not what he was in the mood for.
He wondered if Liz was home. She probably was. He'd learned that she didn't do that much, outside of the daily stuff that everyone needed; work, getting food... And of course her nightly runs.
He made up his mind, and changed into sweats. Black, of course, as most of his wardrobe tended to be, even if the hoodie was mostly grey now, washed out as it was. Then, running shoes on and his hair tied back and out of his face, he stepped outside his apartment and took the few steps needed to cross the hall to Liz's door, and rang her doorbell.