2010-07-09: Misplaced Identity

Starring:

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Date: July 9, 2010

Summary:

Kain can only meet strangers in this new town! Also, Charla's having power issues.


"Misplaced Identity"

Best Buy

It's getting late in the afternoon, and only an hour and a few minutes until closing time for most retail stores. Kain worked a fairly long shift, which was thankfully with little incident, other than the general messes that would occur in a large hospital. He isn't a very good janitor, after all.

Hoping to stay for awhile in the city, he's gone to the nearest Best Buy to find a few necessities - namely a TV and a handful of movies. The rest of his small apartment is pretty spare, since he moves around so much, but he'll spare a little expense on a TV.

So far, they've tried to sell him the largest and most expensive ones in the store, when he's really just looking for a tiny one. After shrugging off salesmen, he stands in front of a seventeen inch widescreen. He can probably just hang it up on the wall in the kitchen or something and watch the news from there. At the moment, every TV in the store is playing the same channel.

—-

It's getting late in the afternoon, and only an hour and a few minutes until closing time for most retail stores. Kain worked a fairly long shift, which was thankfully with little incident, other than the general messes that would occur in a large hospital. He isn't a very good janitor, after all.

Hoping to stay for awhile in the city, he's gone to the nearest Best Buy to find a few necessities - namely a TV and a handful of movies. The rest of his small apartment is pretty spare, since he moves around so much, but he'll spare a little expense on a TV.

So far, they've tried to sell him the largest and most expensive ones in the store, when he's really just looking for a tiny one. After shrugging off salesmen, he stands in front of a seventeen inch widescreen. He can probably just hang it up on the wall in the kitchen or something and watch the news from there. At the moment, every TV in the store is playing the same channel.

—-

Kain certainly understands the whole misplaced identity thing. He used to have a good life, but now he doesn't. Only his has been going on for much longer than a week or two - his life was pulled to pieces years ago. He thought his ability had finally left him for good, but, like Emmitt, he's noticed that it's returning. He's not happy about it.

Absently listening to the TV, face pretty much locked into the same kicked-puppy expression it's been in all day, he doesn't look up until he hears that chuckle. "I don't think there's anything funny about someone being sick," he says. "I mean, even if you don't like her— I dunno, just…" he trails off with a shrug, shaking his head. "Yeah, whatever."

Talking to random strangers in a store now, Teddy?

Pulling a box off the shelf, Kain turns and starts to walk toward the movies section.

—-

"It's not that," Emmitt says to the leaving man, though he regrets it immediately. "It's just… well…" He scratches his head, thinking for a while. "Those… those letters. They're kind of sappy, you know?" He has to admit, they can be at times. They'd gotten less so over time as he'd begun to realize that Charla wasn't gone for good, but it was still somewhat of a trying time, being back in the life he'd given up. Not really looking for anything in particular, he idly follows the other man.

—-

He does turn when the guy speaks again. It's too late in the day, so he can't muster up the energy for a smile of any sort, unfortunately. Then again, his eyes look so tired that maybe it's just understandable.

Once upon a time, he used to be so much more eloquent. He used to be able to think without pause, speak without tripping over words. Now, all he can manage is "…yeah?" There was more he wanted to say, really.

T'ch. Some monster.

The small TV isn't too heavy, so he transfers it under one arm. "Yeah, I guess. I mean, it's — All for, you know, show. People expecting her to be someone she's not. Or is. I dunno. Never met her." Or even saw her on TV, really. Kain doesn't watch much of it, but hopefully that'll change with this new awesome TV he's got!

He keeps walking on toward the movies, almost forgetting the man behind him as he thinks about other things. His mind is still pretty full of work-related anecdotes, like apparently red wine is really good for getting out stains! That was according to a ninety-seven year old great-great grandfather who has severe dementia, so Kain didn't exactly take his word for things.

It's about the time he reaches the sci-fi section that he realises, "Are you following me?"

—-

"Well, uhh…" Emmitt sputters. "No, not exactly… I just didn't have anything in particular I was looking for, so… I thought I'd see what you were looking at." Horrible answer, he thought. Losing his powers must have also taken away his ability to communicate and not sound totally suspicious. "I'm looking for a present for a friend of mine… for once I get the money for it anyway."

—-

Kain's lips part as if he's going to say something. His lip even twitches it what might have ended up being an incredulous smile for one brief moment in time. Thinking about it, though, there's no harm, right? Even if his shadow is a bit creepy. "Sure, no, that's… That's okay. See what I'm looking at. I'm… Looking at… This." He picks up a boxed set of something or other without really checking the title. It's Desperate Housewives. A truly manly show. "I… guess I'm looking at this." Scratching the back of his neck, he tries to figure out why his hand-eye-brain coordination would have led him to picking out that particular boxed set, when there are other more masculine shows all around it. Like a show all about trucks, with host Trucks McGee.

Okay, not really. "Movies are always a good way to go for presents. Or if you dunno what they like, uh— Well, this one year I just got my sister a gift card." He pauses, biting his lip. "She tried to see if it would fit up my nose, so maybe not. Is it a girl or a boy?" Kain can help! He's awesome!

—-

Well, the answer to that question is a bit of a matter of opinion, Emmitt thinks. But, the best answer in this case would be… "Girl," he says. As Charla, he had taken to watching girlier stuff than he had before- partly to keep up the ruse, partly for research on what women acted like, and partly because, after witnessing the dead body of the real Charla, he'd gained something of a distaste for violence. "She already has the Desperate Housewives set though," he adds.

—-

"Right." This was totally not an endorsement for the show. It might be awesome! But he would probably never watch it. That said, he puts the box back down where it belongs, so no one can accuse him of shopping for girly shows.

As time passes, he can't help wondering again - why would someone be following him? Kain isn't without his own unique brand of paranoia, and so he gives Emmitt another hard glance. Could it be that Jo's actually found him this fast? Little sis is clever, but not this clever. Right?

"Then I'd just go with a gift card. It's nice and easy and, you know, it gets you out of the store and on your way a little faster." Where he can't call in for backup on his super-secret spy shoe-phone and —

Just breathe, man.

Taking a deep breath, Kain closes bright, blue eyes and runs his fingers through his hair. "People just… Make me nervous. Sorry, I'm a hermit. I mean…" He tilts his head to one side and rolls his eyes. "You know, computer stuff, lack of sunshine," Nevermind that he has a rather healthy tan, "and you— You know, are you really asking a complete stranger what to buy for a girlfriend?"

—-

Emmitt laughs. "I can be like that too," he says. "I've spent a good amount of time trying to hide myself." In more ways than one. He sorts through the various discs for a bit. "Hey… sometimes complete strangers know best," he says. "That's why we have juries, and voting, and things like that." And now he sounds like some sort of middle school civics presentation.

—-

Too soon to rule out the notion that this might be a spy sent to track him. Most spies are a little more subtle, though. Like ninjas. Ninjas! Yes, he can totally watch a movie about ninjas tonight, because they're awesome. With a bowl of popcorn. "So, look, I hope you find what you're looking for. I'd recommend ninjas. Or some sort of Lifetime channel movie — I don't know if anyone actually likes those. But you never know, right? Anyway, I should— I mean, it's a long drive home, and I have to work really early tomorrow, so… Good luck with your search, okay? I bet she'll love whatever you pick out!"

—-

Emmitt waves. "You too," he answers, scratching his head over the ninja comment and looking back to the racks. Let's see, anything new…? Charla's an entertainment reporter, she's got to be up on the latest releases…

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