mousseee!!! {open}

[Peter Bishop]

Chase opened her eyes slowly, and sat up in her bed. She had a long night before, grading papers, checking students assignments, and other stuff, so she was still tired. Chase ran her fingers through her hair, the mornng silence was always comforting. Except, there was s mall noise coming from under her bed. Her facial expression changed, from a tired, to an annoyed. What would be making noise under her bed? Its not like it was the boogeyman, or whatever else hides uner peoples beds.

She hung off her bed, looking underneath it. Her hair was toucheding the floor, when she saw it. What was making that annoying noise. "MOUSE!!!" Chase screeched as loudly as she could, and took off out the door of her bedroom. She slammed the door shut behind her, and stood in her cold living room, breathing hard.

Chase did not like mice, or rats, or hamsters, or gerbils, or anything else like those little monsters. Ever since she watched Gremlins, she was afraid of tiny, fury things. She held her arms and sighed, she wasn't smart enough to grab her robe before running out of her bedroom, because all she was wearing was an old New England Patriots t-shirt and underwear. She decided to try and be brave and go back into her bedroom and get it.

She tiptoed towards the door, her hand fitting around the doorknob. Chase pushed the doot open a crack, and peeked through. She could see the mouses tail out from under her bed. She screamed again, slammed the door, and dove behind her couch. Chase sat there for a few seconds, and wished that she had never watched Gremlins when she saw young.

[edward]

Opening his eyes after hearing a scream next door, Eddy got out of bed, pulled out one of his old Colt .45, and loaded it. His bloodshot eyes took a glance about the room as the war-hungry man flipped out a combat knife. As the holster for the firearm and cutting tool harnessed around his silk pajamma waist, he went into action. There was one and only one problem with this scenario for Eddy Blake... The badass Comedian. He was wearing Scooby Doo PJ's.

He ran out next door to his neighbor's room. It sounded like it was Chase that screamed. He hoped she was decent. First he knocked. No answer.

[yellow]"Kicking the door down, Chase!"[/yellow]

Kicking the door down with incredible ease, he ran into the next room where Chase was, his gun that was pointed down then went up and scaned the room for badguys. This was all instinctual. He really wasn't that crazy to break into an attractive woman's appartment in the dead of night after hearing a scream. He killed thousands of people. This was only natural for him.

[yellow]"Where is he?? Did someone break in?"[/yellow]

[Peter Bishop]

Chase peeked her eyes over the couch and tsarred at the door to her bedroom. She was trying to make the door move with her mind, if she thought hard enough, she felt she could do it. Which turned out to be an epic fail. She had no awesome abilities that all the students had South High had, so it did less than work. So there she at, on the cold floor, hiding behind her couch. Just as she was going to get up and possibly eat something before attempting to go into her room again, she heard someone scream about knocking down her door. Which actually happened in the next three seconds.

Chase was behind the couch again, staring up at Edward Blake, who had just broke down her door. Not to mention he had a gun, and he was in Scooby Doo pajamas. Fascinating. He screamed something about someone breaking in and she sighed. "Nope...but theres a friggin mouse, or rat or something small and fury under my bed. And I can't go in there until its gone because I hate them and their all little and yucky..." Chase whispered really fast. She felt really stupid telling him this, but maybe he would take car of it.

He had a gun and all, maybe he could shoot it. Or drop it out a window. Or squish it under his foot. She pointed to her bedroom door. "Its in there. Can you get rid of it please so I can get ready??" She asked, her voice was barely audible.

[edward]

Eddy's bloodshot eyes turned to the woman as he glanced at the mouse. A mouse. His goddamn sleep and the neighbor's over a mouse. The way she screamed it sounded like she was getting raped. And it was a goddamn mouse...

[yellow]"Christ, Chase..."[/yellow]

Slowly putting his gun back in his holster, his fingers gripped the knife at his belt. It flew and the mouse that was once staring at Eddy Blake from 10 feet away was a kabab without the roast. Walking over, his hand tilted the knife handle as the mouse slid to the bottom of the blade with a sickening slurp. He walked over to the window, opened it and threw the mouse out. Sliding the knife back in his belt like it was nothing, he looked back at Chase.

[yellow]"You're teaching a school of superpowered punks and you can't fight off a goddamn rat?"[/yellow]

He winked at the cute woman waiting for her response.

[yellow]"How much combat experience do you have? I know you don't have a power. Ya know how I can tell? They show it off like they're something special."[/yellow]

[Peter Bishop]

He threw the knife. He threw the friggin knife and it killed the rat and then he dropped it out of the window. Chase stood up from her hiding spot behind the couch and rolled her eyes at Edward's comment. "Its not my fault I was exposed to Gremlins as a kid." She answered, crossing her arms over her chest. Chase as debating whether or not to stick her tongue out at him, but she decided that he was probably tired and grumpy, so she didn't.

She honestly had to think about his question. It had been a while, her dad was into all that fighting stuff and tried to get her all into it too. And when she did she kicked major ass, but then stopped for college. Chase was never actually in a situation that she ever had to use it, though. "Uh, I've known how to do that kind of stuff for a while, but I've never actually had to use it." She stopped and thought about her response, trying to make sure it made sense. "Does that answer your question?"

[edward]

Eddy rubbed his eyes and yawned.

[yellow]"You're pretty sexy. It's a big f**kin surprise no pricks ever tried to rape you."[/yellow]

He grumble/laughed at that comment. Walking over to the door, he examined it. Nothing broken or really out of place. Except the lock. Great... Well it was a good thing Eddy was a handyman. He could rebuild just about anything that didn't have to do with science or tech. He had an extra lockset in his closet from Burma. Boy did he come prepared... He knew what she meant by never haveing to fight anyone. He wished things worked out that way for him. But he was young, a dipshit and never listened to his parents when they warned him. He had to join the Minutemen and then go to war soon after. Life isn't all black and white. People had a choice. Eddy just chose a painful life of excitement. Walking over to the fridge, he opened the door.

[yellow]"Got any booze?"[/yellow]

He knew she was a drinker like him. She seriously had to be to be an English teacher.

[Peter Bishop]

Chase thought about Edwards comment. He called her sexy, which she thought was a good thing, but then he also said he was suprised no one had tried to rape her yet. What the hell was that supposed to mean? She ran her right hand through her hair and shurgged. ”If thats a compliment, than thank you.” Chase smirked.

She made her way over towards the fridge, where Blake was looking for beer. ”Bottom drawer.” Chase stated, and then sat up on the kitchen counter. She never actually used her kitchen table before, she would always just sit on the counter and eat, which was weird, but she never had any company, so what was the poin tin using a table? ”Grab me one, will you?” She asked him.

[edward]

He grinned at what he saw down below. Jack Daniels. Eddy's old friend... Pouring the two of them some drinks, he set the bottle on the counter and sat at right next to her. Before touching his drink he felt like asking her a few questions. He saved her life. She owed him that much.

[yellow]"So you mean to tell me you were taught in various forms of combat, but you never had to use it? Explain, we've got time."[/yellow]

He wanted to know more about her. The more they talked, the more he really wanted to know. He never quite felt this way since Sally. And hopefully... Something like this would go better. He shot down his drink and waited for her response.

[Peter Bishop]

Chase nodded. "Uh, okay. Well, my dad taught me. He was all into that stuff, and I guess I got pretty good at it." She crossed her legs. "I kept it up through middle school, but for only half of high school because I did sports, and I wanted to focus on my grades more. Then I stopped completely in college." She explained and took a sip of her beer. "I guess I just didn't have time for it anymore..and since then I was never in a situation that I needed to use it."

She shrugged and took another sip. Chase was debating whether or not to say something, but she did anyway. "Anyway, since when can a washed up football player throw knife like that?" She questioned, and looked at Eddy. It was the first time she noticed how bloodshot his eyes were. Chase felt stupid for waking him up in the middle of the night over a stupid little mouse. But in a way, she was glad because then they wouldn't be drinking together right now.

[edward]

Eddy smiled and sipped his beer. His bloodshot blue eyes met hers again.

[yellow]"Oh that old trick? I learned it years ago. Unfortunately, I never had the luxery of being able to say i never killed anyone. The count is 1023 lives..."[/yellow]

He looked at her again and sipped his beer. Veering off out the window, he thought about what he did.

[yellow]"I killed all sorts of people. Politicians, innocent women and children... Shit, I'm ancient. I remember back in the late 60's when I was 18 killing the Vietkong like it wasn't a big deal... I envy you."[/yellow]

He smiled a tragic smile at the beautiful young woman. Hopefully she had some understanding.

[yellow]"I really do..."[/yellow]

[Peter Bishop]

Chase stared at him in disbelief. 1023 people?! He killed 1023 people?! But as she listened to him talk about it, he did sound remorseful. It wasn't like he was proud of it, and she respected that. Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. "Well, you might be ancient, but you don't really look it. So, thats good." She smiled at him, and set her drink next to her on the counter. Chase didn't want to go to the school drunk.

"Anyway, everyone does things that they will later regret. I know I have." Chase added, and patted Edward reasurringly on his back. "Did you have to kill those people, because you had to? Like, was it your job? Or did you just do it...because you wanted to?" She asked, and then uncrossed her legs and let them dangle out in front of her. She was somewhat curious as to why he did what he did.

Chase touched her drink, trying to decide whether or not she should take another sip. "Oh, and I never tol you how much I like your pajamas." She smiled, and after thinking about it, took another sip of her drink. If she got drunk she would just take off from school. Maybe sit around and watch movies or something.

[edward]

Eddy glanced at her hand as she patted his back. God she was cute... He continued smiling as she uncrossed her long legs. Stop checking her out! She's way too young for you. His conscience told him in sincerity. He shrugged it off and made eye contact with Chase again.

[yellow]"I enjoyed every minute of it. For the longest time. But only in the last couple of years did I really think about what I was doing. When you kill people, other people suffer from your retaliation. There's no good from it. And that's why it's so funny."[/yellow]

He chugged the last of his beer and glanced at Chase while she just sipped it. He winked at her and her somewhat sexy innocence.

[yellow]"I really like that you drink beer. And Scooby Doo's my favorite cartoon! Was that sarcasm I sensed in your tone?"[/yellow]

Eddy leaned in a little closer.

[Peter Bishop]

Chase thought about what he said about killing people. "I suppose, that does make sense. It sounds like you started when you were young and you did it so much it barely phased you until now." The one thing that stood out to her was that he said it was funny. She didn't get that. Chase shrugged it off like it was nothing and watched Edward finish his drink.

"Yeah well, you have to drink beer if you teach at a school full of 'special' kids." She laughed a little when he said that Scooby Doo was his favorite cartoon. "Pff, Looney Toons all the way." Chase laughed again. "And maybe I was being sarcastic. Or maybe I was genuinly saying how much I like your pajamas." She added and looked at Edward right in the eyes. Chase had just notced how much more closer they were, than before. Their faces were probably about a nose apart. Thank god she didn't have a huge nose.

[edward]

Eddy continued to move closer until his lips were almost touching hers. Great chemistry. She liked the bad guys and he liked the good girls... While he was about to kiss her his eyes looked up at the clock right by the apartment door. School started in a half hour. He could smell her sweet breathe as he pulled back slowly. He made eye contact with her in all seriousness.

[yellow]"Dinner tonight? My treat."[/yellow]

He was into her. She could totally tell. For the longest time, he didn't care that he was here. He was in it for the 100,000 dollar a year paycheck and steady retirement. Who knew there'd be benefits?... Like a hottie living right next door to him?

[Peter Bishop]

Chase stared at hims blankly for a few moments. "Dinner sounds good." She said, and smiled at him. Chase hadn't been asked out to dinner in a while. Then, she turned to see whatever he had looked at when they were about to ALMOST kiss. It was the clock. "Holy shit! I need to get ready!" Chase exclaimed. Thirty minutes until school started. Thirty minutes was not enough time for Chase to get all ready and pretty. She hopped off the counter and took off towards her bedroom.

Then she remembered that Edward was still there. She ran out into the middle of the living room. "I kind of have to get ready...because I am running late. So, I guess I will see you at school...or later tonight." Chase said, and folded her arms. She got ready to run back into her bedroom as soon as Edward walked out of that door.