Samantha Jacobs: "I'm very proficient."
Calmly, glancing back at him. "And I'm sure you just want to protect me." Her
words lightly laced with sarcasm.
Ammon Black: *the handsome black cringes
like he's been shot, clutching his chest, before smiling at her* A dangerous
woman.. I can't help but be intrigued.
Samantha Jacobs: She gives a quiet snort,
continuing to walk.
Ammon Black: *he smiles, looks around, then
with a sigh resorts to old tricks.. lets hope the ugly italian wasn't arriving
right away*
Samantha Jacobs: Hands jammed into her
pockets as she moved away, eyes always moving around.
Ammon Black:
2,3,2,10,2,2,5,
Dragana Messánie Lindonar : *the young
lady was going out a corner, just as she poekced her recent shop.. damm this
materials and the places she had to go to buy then, she looked around with
somewhat of a frownd and kept on, making sure her umbrella was fastened across
her chest, more practiced then to have it at her hand*
Dragana Messánie Lindonar : The woman
looks to be in her late teens or early twenties, and she could probably have
passed by someone beautiful but wariness and God’ knows what has let a trail in
her features. Her green eyes are lighten with fire, though there is a trail of
distraction in there, constantly changing from full awareness to what surrounds
her to a vague dozing of into unknown thoughts. Though of lately it has too an
estrange calm, so unlike her. Her dark red hair could fall freely in long curls
until reach her hips if not were for the pins and stuff on it that keeps it high
over her head. Wearing cargo pants, a tight shirt that embraces her frame, dark
colors, traveler’s boots and a long brownish/red trench coat. Her height hardly
going over the 5’ but despite the shortness, she posses a tough built, of
someone used to keep in form. A medallion hangs at her chest, representing a
curling dragon and a plain, silver brand of ring adorns her left hand. She
enters, carrying herself with the confidence of someone who knows the grown she
steps on.
Samantha Jacobs: She hesitates, and
glances back to Ammon. Almost confusdly.
Ammon Black: Too bad you aren't more social
hun. *he gives a cocky grin* I like a challenge.
Mayati: The
sound of heels clicking on pavement echo through the warehouse area, and then,
she comes into view, a dark-skinned woman of fairly short stature and exotic
beauty. Dressed in a tight, black turtleneck and matching pants, with a leather
jacket over it all, she appears to be dressed to attract attention, not that her
striking facial features wouldn't do it anyway. Her hair, shoulder-length when
loose and raven in color, is pulled back into a ponytail. Her eyes are a
brilliant green, and scan the area as she walks, though they have an unconcerned
air to them that almost seems foolish.
Samantha Jacobs: "I... can be more
social." A light blush, a hand running through her hair confusdly. What about
Issac...?
Dragana Messánie Lindonar :
5,5,7,7,2,
Dragana Messánie Lindonar : *and she
halted a momnet seeing a familiar face, she nearly grinned, and kept on walking,
though as her steps got her where the black was with the plain lady, she merely
said in her perfect British English* good evening Mister Black
Dragana Messánie Lindonar : *and then a
lete, as her green eyes regard Sammantha* and you too madam
Ammon Black: I don't want to keep you,
sweetlips. You're obviously uncomfortable... ? *ammon gives that dazzling smile
again and gives a little wave to Elaine* Elaine... hello again.. *he rumbles*
Dragana Messánie Lindonar : *and the green
eyes move to Ammon, nodding so slightly*
Mayati: She
stops within view of the trio, reaching into the purse resting on her shoulder
and withdrawing a pack of cigarettes. She puts on inbetween plum-colored lips
and fishes out a custom-made Zippo, lighting it and taking a deep drag.
Kohl-lined eyes narrow in on the three, and she grins softly.
Samantha Jacobs: She looks, maybe a bit
confused to Dragana, a nod, and then back to Ammon. Mouth opening as if to say
something before it closes. She shakes her head, frowning again as she glances
at Ammon before she turns and hurries away.
Samantha Jacobs: Barely a second glance
spared to Mayati, more to just make sure she doesn't run into her.
Dragana Messánie Lindonar : *she then
frowns, watching the lady depart, then lifting an eye brow at Ammon, like if
asking and explanation, she does not speaks it though*
Dragana Messánie Lindonar : ((ok, now glad I didn't brin gin Arlett.. I think she might have had enough.... eh.. nhe! *G* but still))
Ammon Black: *he cocks his head to Sam's figure hurrying off, then turns his attention back to much more interesting prey, murmering* Skittish girl, how odd. *he gives Dragana that dazzling white smile and lets his eyes travel over her body like a starving man watching a cooking show* To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure? Out for a stroll?
Adam "Fausto" Smith: ((JOOC are we still placing this
scene in Far Rockaway?))
Samantha Jacobs: Once far enough away she
slows a little, shaking her head to clear it. Oh yeah. Time to go home.
Mayati: She
nods a little to herself, and cigarette in hand, she starts walking toward
Dragana and Ammon, heels clicking against the ground.
Dragana Messánie Lindonar : *and up the
eye brow more fixedly as his look, really the lady seeming to become somewhat
cold as she starts to stride at normal pace* I would think it twice before I
called it a pleasure Mister Black... and my bussiness ...*she grins* now there,
you are asking information...
Dragana Messánie Lindonar : *the green
eyes distractedly seeming to glance at Mayati as the heels start coming their
way*
Dragana Messánie Lindonar : ((ask them
*points MAyati and Ammon =P))
Mayati: ((I'm
working with wherever it was, Adam.))
Ammon Black: *breaks into an easy
sheepish grin* Now now Ouch.. I forgot you had such a wickeed tongue *he teases,
keeping up* Now If I didn't know better I'd think you didn't like me. (yeah..rockway..
its still good)
Adam "Fausto" Smith: ((Well, Ammon-p and I had discussed
Far Rockaway being the place where Adam would have arranged to pick up his first
cut from Ammon))
Samantha Jacobs: And gone.
Mayati:
((Works for me))
Ammon Black: (bye spaz!)
Dragana Messánie Lindonar : *she doesn't
seem disturbed in the least, rather calm, confident* on contrary I remember
quite clearly you have a very sleack tongue Mister Black, and a dangerous for
your help sense of humor
Ammon Black: *ammon glances towards the
click of heels*
Dragana Messánie Lindonar : ((seeya Spaz!!*))
: ((Bye bye! *hugs and slinks off*))
Adam "Fausto" Smith: A motor sounds in the distance,
coming in off the water toward the decaying pier/beach where Ammon and the
others have congregated.
Ammon Black: You are dangerous for my
health now? *gives a deep rumbling laugh* You are somewhat like cancer..
dangerous and yet still growing on me.
Mayati: She
slows her pace as she gets closer, eyes locked on Ammon like a black widow on a
prospective mate.
Dragana Messánie Lindonar : *lifts an
eye brow, merely stating* I have not stated neither Black. As if I was dangerous
to your right now I am sure you would be.... smelling it
Dragana Messánie Lindonar : *and the green
eyes regard Mayati for a moment, really not seeming to care if she wants the man
or if the man goes with her*
Ammon Black: Smelling it? *gives dragana a
cockeyed grin, reflexively glancing towards the sound of the motor then back to
Mayati. He adjusts his shades and raises an eyebrow..* Hello?
Dragana Messánie Lindonar : *nods* most
likely, they say it smells quite strongly, though they too said it doesn't
really pains untill the worst has passed *smirks*
Mayati: She
smiles at Ammon, nodding to him. "Good evening, Mr. Black." She doesn't pay much
attention to Dragana, focused on the large black man instead...though her eyes
do briefly flick toward the motor sound.
Dragana Messánie Lindonar : *the lady
merely regards the other woman, really not caring. though en eye brow goes up,
she keeps at her space, walking*
Adam "Fausto" Smith: It draws steadily closer, tho no
running lights are visible on the vehicle.
Ammon Black: *ammon narrows his eyes behind
the dark glasses, but gives her that dazzling smile anyway* Its a shame That I
don't have the name of such a gorgeous lady.. you are?
Mayati: She grins mischieviously, speaking with a very slight accent...British, perhaps, or maybe something else? "Oh, my deepest apologies. I forget myself. I'm Mayati." She holds her hand out to him, palm down.
Ammon Black: Mayati.. *he glances around
quickly, dragana all but forgotten, and extends a massive hand, taking hers in
his and moving to brush his lips across her finger tips* And how is it you know
me, Mayati?
Ammon Black:
9,9,6,4,9,
Mayati:
She smiles to Ammon. "We run in the same circles. Both fans of...shall we say,
Egyptology?"
Dragana Messánie Lindonar : *which doesn't
seem to even bother her, she kept walking, like if running across Ammon had
never happened*
Ammon Black: I see. *he glances around,
breifcase held in the other hand as he surveys the waterfront* An unusual
pleasure.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: A smaller,lighter motor sounds as the
heavier one falls to an idle. An outboard heads towards them.
Mayati: She
glances at Dragana as she walks off, and looks back at Ammon, chuckling. "An
unusual pleasure indeed."
Dragana Messánie Lindonar : *thought
she DO looks towards the outboard, not stopping agian, yet her pace still the
same, not rushing, not slow*
Dragana Messánie Lindonar -> Mayati:
((mayato got close to her?))
Dragana Messánie Lindonar : *the air
seeming to get colder near Ammon as she is no longer there... or was it the
warmth trailing behind her?...*
Adam "Fausto" Smith: The boat comes into view out of the
darkness with a tall, broad shouldered man at the rudder. Those who know Fausto
would recognize him, tho he's wearing a peacoat, watchcap, and black cargo pants
over some docksiders
Dragana Messánie Lindonar : ((oi... laugs,
blushes* sorry Ravyn, MAyati *tries not to laugh like maniac^*))
Mayati -> Dragana Messánie Lindonar :
((Not too particularly close. Within arms reach
of Ammon while Dragana & Ammon were talking would have been the closest, unless
Dragana walks by her.))
Dragana Messánie Lindonar : *and an
eyebrow goes out again, as she even pauses a moment, seeing who is driving the
boat, she saw him once... probably, she then just keeps on*
Ammon Black: You may want to disappear
Mayatti, *he gives her a grin* I'm meeting someone and It would likely be unwise
to appear associated with me. *he runs a hand along the back of his neck,
glancing over to fausto*
Dragana Messánie Lindonar -> Mayati:
((ah.. no =) *snugz* she isn't intersting in ya
two )= it's more on Ammon being interested in her ;) ))
Mayati: She
nods to Ammon, lips pursed as she slips a hand into her purse and slides a small
metal disk on a leather string into his hand. She whispers to him.
Mayati -> Ammon Black: "Contact me when you get a chance, hon. My cell number's on the paper attached to this amulet, and if you put the amulet on and concentrate, you can contact me mentally. Praise to Sutekh."
Adam "Fausto" Smith:
3,10,4,7,1,5,3,
Adam "Fausto" Smith: ((per+alert, that's 3 sux diff 6, 2
diff7 Enought to spot Mayati with Ammon?))
Mayati:
((Yeah.))
Ammon Black: Thanks.. *he grins and slips
the amulet around his wrist, looping it like an informal bracelet*
Mayati: She
smiles to Ammon, her hand lingering in his for a second longer then natural, and
she turns, walking away, her heels echoing off warehouse walls as she does.
Mayati: ((And I'm out. I accomplished what I wanted to. Later! *S*))
Dragana Messánie Lindonar : ((oh.. again withough a thing to do :P)) *she just kept walking*
Ammon Black: *he gives a self satisfied smirk and without further discussion he strides easily towards the dock, and fausto*