[Jay Aspen]

It's a nice, sunny day. There isn't a cloud in the sky, and the breeze is just enough to take the edge off the heat. It cuts through the low simmering that radiates out from the roof of the building, and it's the perfect hiding spot because no one ever comes up here except for the maintenance man and Jay knows he's not coming up here if he doesn't have to.
Honestly, she could just about fall asleep.
And she almost does! There's no way she was going to escape at least doze, except that someone down on the balcony below her is smoking and she can smell the smoke and it's god-awful. Ew. The aforementioned breeze isn't help either because it's basically wafting the fumes directly into her face. Goddammit. How was she supposed to nap like this?
Jay pulled herself up with an annoyed grunt, and squinted down at the idiot with the smoking- ha- gun down there. The dude with the flannel. He kinda looks familiar. "Hey!" she hollered at Ferris Felwinter. "Y'know that's bad for you, right? Why don't you go stink up a different roof?"

[Ferris Felwinter]

Ferris leaned on the balcony railing, massaging his temples and holding the smoldering cigarette in his off hand. It had been a long day of trying work in the office. Which normally wasn't something he could complain about. As tedious as the desk side of his job was, it put food on the table. Today though had just been another round of his coworkers wondering why the hell he was even there. Trying to prove something about human and Gifted relations? Pretending he was better than them? Jealous?

Of course he was jealous. Briefly. But he'd also seen how hard the table got flipped over on many of them and the point he was trying to prove, thank you very much, was that he'd hate for the same thing that happened to them to happen to his family.

Normally he'd take it out on the shooting range, but it was a nice day outside and he needed to clear his head. He'd told Darcy he quit smoking. Which was technically true. He had a much better handle on when and where he smoked. Today, he figured he deserved a cheat day for the month.

He turned and put his back to the railing, watching smoke curl up in the shadow of the building and into the sunlight. Ferris looked further up at the blonde shouting down at him. She looked familiar. It was probably the hair. But unless he was currently investigating someone, the detective was terrible at putting a name to a face. Even with how much of a movie buff he was, he could list tens of movies that Gene Wilder was in before coming up with his name.

"Oh, now someone tells me!" he shouted back, lifting the cigarette to his lips for a breath and casually flipping her off. He'd only been doing this for most of his life and was well aware it was bad for him. It was probably a little late on that front. "You own that roof, eh?" he called up, expression clearly unamused and not much caring if she answered. He never enjoyed a smoke break anymore, but he wasn't about to let anyone else bother him.

[Jay Aspen]

Even at a distance, Jay's stuck out tongue and rude gesture was very visible, and definitely not deterred. It was more encouraging than anything because she peered at him and called, "I don't see your name on it."
Nevermind that her name wasn't on it either. Not officially anyway-- she'd been all up and down these roofs since she kept finding herself stuck in this office maze from hell, and this was Her Spot, given that she'd already camped out on this particularly sunny roof three days in a row already. Yes, there was a little stash of stacks tucked under a pipe.
Jay glanced over the roof and the balcony, eyes skating over the open halls and courtyard. There wasn't any security or anyone else around. Yet. She better get moving before someone calls security on her.

A hop down a drainpipe, a skip over a ledge, and a jump off a window saw Jay flying in the air, lithe and confident on every edge her feet and fingers touched. It left her balanced on the balcony with the smoker, nose wrinkled in disgust. She walked over to where the smoke ISN'T going- damned if she's gonna go home with one of her shirts stinking to high heavens- and settled on the balcony edge with glittering eyes and a grin on her lips. "What's your name anyway? So when they spray paint it on the roof in big giant letters, I know who to track down and yell at."

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Ferris Felwinter

[Ferris Felwinter]

Ferris raised an eyebrow at the surprisingly childish reply. So maybe she was younger than he thought, it was hard to tell from here. It was a defensive and deflective sort of reply that suggested she wasn't supposed to be there, and she knew it. Not that he was about to call anyone. Sure, she was annoying, but he had a six-year-old, and eight-year-old, and a teenager back home. He knew annoying plenty well.

Though he didn't expect the sudden parkour routine, he didn't move from his spot, elbow resting on the upwind corner of the balcony. He whistled softly, and if an impressed whistle could sound sarcastic, this one managed it quite well. She was either desperate to avoid something or trying to show off or both. Whether it worked was debatable. "Y'know that's bad for you right? Why don't you break a leg somewhere else," he said flatly, presenting her with her own phrases.

Grey eyes eyed her up and down. The crop top, the flashy hair, the muscle, the flagrant disregard for normal people's personal lives. Gifted probably. Though that parkour looked real, so likely her ability wasn't a physical augment.

"Felwinter," he said, snorting dryly. If any of his names were going on the building, it was that one. "Yours?"

[Jay Aspen]

      Jay grinned as he looked at her in obvious judgement admiration. Tragically, his whole personality was not, in fact, part of his Gift. He was just naturally talented and the ADHD made him so unbearably sexy. "Aspen," he said nonchalantly. "I don't think I've seen Felwinter around yet. Didja just join or are you one of the poor suffering masses stuck slaving away over a desk?"
      Not Jay. He was just here at the Sector so when he inevitably got into trouble, they didn't have to call out the cops and shady black vans, and could get yelled at immediately instead of trying to figure out where the hell he was and who he'd punched out this time.
      Theoretically, the Sector was a place for him to be comfortable and meet other Gifted and learn to control his powers. Like he wasn't releasing his build-up whenever he got a chance. It was supposed to help him learn to be a productive member of society or whatever, and not get into fights or trespass or turn into a little criminal, which they'd obviously failed at since he was half there anyway.
      His head tilted with a teasing grin. "Or are you so brand new that they haven't had a chance to add your name to the gilded list of pencilpushers down in the office?"

[Ferris Felwinter]

Ferris raised an eyebrow. So maybe the other guy was taking the 'name on the building' joke a lot further than most people. It was funny though, he had to admit. He took another lungful of smoke and breathed out. "Neither. Well, sometimes the later, but they let me outside most of the time."

Not this week, but it was an exception he was looking forward to avoiding. He didn't mind the reports and the grunt work provided it all meant something and he didn't have to do all of it at a desk. Maybe he could convince them to give him a patrol car, set up with a laptop and everything like a regular beat cop, so he could do all his work from an SUV. That would be something. But probably too expensive an upgrade to spend on a non-Gifted like him.

Aspen's head tilt and grin prepped him for even more teasing. Ferris wouldn't say he was used to it, because he hated it, but it wasn't new. Even if the guy didn't know he was a regular human, it simply seemed in his nature to twist the knife a little. The detective probably would have found it more amusing if he wasn't already having a bad enough day to smoke a cigarette. "Not much gilded 'round here," he said simply. Not that there weren't fancy exec offices in the building, sure, but not where Ferris was. He wasn't anything special. "I'm a detective."

"What about you? You're the one with the sunroof office. You got some special assignment, eh?" He could never tell with some people. There were plenty of folks he worked with that had powers and still sat at a desk. And then there were some that had full time specialty positions. And others that were just here to check in voluntarily. Or involuntarily on occasion. Ferris looked the younger man over to see if Aspen had an official building badge or a guest one.