Aerin Thomas: The man can't make a trip
into the city without stopping by Battery. And so, here he is, sitting on a
bench, smoking a cigarette. He's clean shaven, his hair pulled back in a
ponytail, dressed in his usual leather trenchcoat over the crimson dress shirt
and black slacks.
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa bounces into the
park, dressed in a short white robe with an overstuffed messenger bag strewn
across her chest. Her feet are slid in shottily handmade black leather sandals.
Her dark waves blowing wildly in the wind. She scans the area, looking for a
good patch of grass to set up.
Abbey Randelle: *Horrible rabbits.
perforating the manor grounds with their underground domiciles.. she'd set traps
of course, but it was distrubing to see them going about their rodent buisiness
so close to the gymnasium. the white wisp of a girl slips through battery on her
way back from a fencing instruction, blade slung down the long line of her back,
grey eyes scanning for a bench she might use to tie her sneaker*
Abbey Randelle:
d10: per alert: 9,3,6,9,
Alyssa Kostapoulos:
d10: per+alert: 6,1,8,9,3,
dara: *this having been her regular
hangout of late this is where she wanders to after getting the few catalogs she
found to look through, brows furrowed as she looks through them and walks*
Aerin Thomas:
d10: Per+Alertness: 8,7,5,2,3,3,
Abbey Randelle: *man on bench. bench.
that would do for tying her shoe. she glides closer, white hair wisping around
her face in the fall breeze. her eyebrow quirks as she notes Alyssa in her robe.
an internal cringe.*
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa veers from the
path, bouncing by aerin on her way to a patch of grass just beyond his bench.
She blinks over to abbey with a tiny bow of the head to the noblewoman. Must
keep playing friendly with the barbarians.. She offers a friendly smile and
plops down in the grass. Starts digging in her bag.
Aerin Thomas: He glances around above his
cigarette, eyes falling on Alyssa and Abbey first, looking them over with a hint
of wariness. His eyes then cast over to see Dara, and he smiles a little.
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa hums herself a
happy little tune and produces a white cloth, laying it out picnic style on the
grass. She sets out an unmarked wine jug and an ornate goblet.
Abbey Randelle: *polite smile to the
looney greek woman. barest tilt of her head as she casts glass grey eyes to
Aerin, murmering* Excuse me sir. *slender white fingers flick deftly over her
laces, the things are white, as are the shoes. not "once was white" but pure
brilliant white, just like everything else on the girls slender body, but for
the flash of red from her engagement ring*
dara: *hair down except for the bleached
streaks in pigtails at the sides, shes wearing raggedy black jncos and well
scuffed docs spattered with paint, backpack over her shoulder, black babydoll
with teh word 'freak' over longsleeved mesh shirt, lip nose and brow rings in*
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Continuing to hum to
herself, she pulls out three bundles of ivy and a short swort, laying everything
out on the cloth. She clammers over to sit in the middle of her arrangement with
a proud incline of the chin up to the sky. Like she's checking to see if its
still there.
dara: how in helios...*brows furrowing,
she turns the one catalog shes looking at upsidedown, pausing in her steps*
Aerin Thomas: "Quite excused." He looks
over to Abbey and nods, amicably. He glances very briefly at the engagement
ring, then back out across the paths. "Congratulations."
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa blinks back
down. A bit taken back. She flicks her bright brown eyes to dara "Helios? Girl..
you know the sun?"
Abbey Randelle: thank you ..*a white
eyebrow darts up as she observes Alyssa. oh dear. no discretion. she murmers
distractedly to Aerin* I'm sorry.. I'm uncertain we've met..
dara: *blink....blinkblink with the dark
green eyes peering at her from behind the catalog(some womens clothing type
thing this one)* ummmmmmmmm.......yeeeeeeeah whyyyy?*slowly raising a brow,
glancing about*
dara:
d10: per+alert: 8,5,9,4,7,2,2,
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa smiles brightly to
dara. Excited it would seem "The gods.. they sing to you, too?"
Aerin Thomas: He looks at her, and shakes
his head. "I don't think we have." He rises from the bench, extending his hand
to the albino. "Aerin Thomas."
dara: *when she spies aerin she beams,
waving energetically,abbey just gets a blink and slow nod and a chew of her
lipring before eyes go back to alyssa*
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa tilts her head
curiously to dara. Confused at her hesitance. "Speak up, child. There's nothing
to be ashamed of. They speak to me, too."
Jocelyn Pasqual: *She wanders in, left
completely to her own devices today. Deep brown eyes too old for her years gaze
with feigned disintrest upon the world. Her heart shaped face is slightly
rounded with just the last few ounces of babyfat, holding her firmly in that
hazy grey between a girl and a woman. Her skin is deeply tanned, the olive
undertones giving her an exotic glow. Hair the colour of strong espresso falls
in a straight, chin length bob, often held back by antique looking jeweled clips
at the sides. She's too pretty for her own good, and carries herself like she's
all too aware of where that can get her.*
dara: well.....I dunno bout singin...mebbe.....but
I know helios.....guess ya could say
Abbey Randelle: *a polite smile to Dara,
inclination of her head before she turns, as is proper, and addresses Aerin,
taking his hand in her porcelion one with practiced grace. she murmers* Abbey
Randelle. A pleasure to meet you Mr. Thomas.
Aerin Thomas: He grins and nods to Dara
before looking back to Abbey, shaking the hand and releasing it. "A pleasure
back." Randelle...he should know that name...
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa gives a soft
laugh "I suppose it's alright. The best I could hope from a silly barbarian..
I've met only a handful of educated ones since coming to the city. Though you're
the first that's spoken of Helios. Are you a priestess?"
Abbey Randelle: *removing her hand, the
pristine creature regards Aerin with unwavering grey eyes, pointed chin tilted
up in stately bearing. she glancees towards Alyssa again. a slight twinge in her
brow denoting her displeasure. the woman was a liability out here in public.*
dara: I aint a barbararian lady inna short
dressy thing...*giggling softly, smile infectious, shaking her head* noooope......though
I do owe 'im lots ya could say....
Jocelyn Pasqual: *Backpack over her
shoulder, she heads to her chosen bench*
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa gives Abbey an
oblivious friendly smile "Hello noblewoman." turning back to dara, she pats the
white cloth, motioning for her to sit with her "Owe him.. does he favor you?"
Aerin Thomas:
d10: Per+Alert: 6,9,3,6,5,4,
Aerin Thomas: "Miss Randelle...you know an
Ingvar Urgahaldt, perchance?" He glances around, over his shoulder, and notes
Jocelyn as she makes her way to a bench.
dara: *she plops bonelessly down on the
ground, the few catalogs shes got on her put down next to her, backpack slipped
off as well* uh.....think tha phrase is child of helios? *thinking as if not
sure if its right or not before she nods* yep...thassit.....*pigtails bobbling a
bit as she nods*
Abbey Randelle: Miss Kostapoulos.. a
pleasure to see you again *she murmers just soft enough to be heard.. she
rehones her attention on Aerin as he mentions ingvar, an eyebrow raising* Indeed
I do Mr. Thomas, Mr. Urgahaldt and I are to be wed. He is my fiance. *she
murmers hand slipping to the strap of her blade case*
Alyssa Kostapoulos: She gives a proud nod,
uncorking the jug "He is mighty. And worthy of your praise." She pours some of
the wine into the goblet "I was just about to pray to the Moirai."
Aerin Thomas: He blinks, and then smiles. "Ahh, of course. I'm surprised we haven't met before. Ingvar and I have a...fairly long association, since before here in New York. This truly is a pleasure." For a guy as informal as Aerin normally is, he can sure turn the etiquette on when he needs to.
dara: yeah he is a pretty cool one helios....*giggling
softly again, tilting her head oddly* moirai? sat like.....the morrigan er
morrigu?
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa unbundles the ivy
and speads it along the edge of the cloth. Still humming to herself in between
comments.
Abbey Randelle: *a certain amount of
wariness is called for with those who know ingvar. but she smiles politely and
inclines her head* Indeed, forgive me for not recognizing you upon introduction.
Ingvar speaks well of you Mr. Thomas.
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa gives a soft laugh
to dara, shaking her head "Moirai. The three sisters of fate."
Aerin Thomas: "Hmm, I thought he knew me
better then that." Yes, it was a joke, by the smile on his face. "Seriously,
though...my sincerest congratulations. He's a good man."
Abbey Randelle: *she quirks a corner of
her mouth at his joke. she wouldn't use the term "good" to describe ingvar in a
general sense.. she draws a delicate hand up to tuck at a renegade wisp of hair,
murmering* Indeed he is. Thank you for your regard. You are aquainted with him
from prior to New York?
Aerin Thomas: A little nod. "We knew each
other back in the last city I lived in, in the Midwest."
Abbey Randelle: I see. *her hands clasped
back in front of her, she's a model of decorum, attention on Aerin* I trust you
will attend the wedding sir?
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa happily starts up
a greek hymn, raising the goblet up in homage to the Moirai. Her singing is
hardly good.. though the passion of her voice seems to cover up her lack of
tone.
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *...and sometimes, the
devil really does appear. The stately young magyar uncoils from the back of a
black sedan with fluid grace, a moment given to adjust the crisp lines of his
suit, powerful hands moving with swift ease to settle it in place, to press a
wrinkle from riding in the car. Murmured words, and he closes the door to make
his way into the park, steps even, nearly mechanical as pale green eyes slip
through the trees.*
Abbey Randelle: *her eyes can't help but
slide to Alyssa. then around the park carefully. she would draw them like flies.
the woman was worse than.. mr. kennedy. a slight purse of her lips, she suddenly
feels the need to flick a bit of invisible nothing from the sleeve of her coat*
Alyssa Kostapoulos: The young girl continues
her song, not seeming to mind that she's in a well populated area. She takes the
goblet and pours some wine into the grass before bringing it to her lips with a
sip.
Aerin Thomas: ((Sorry guys, one sec))
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa sings
innocently to herself, eyes sparkling with every note. The girl obliviously
unsheathes and shortsword and places it to a scarred forearm.
Mark Souma: *Standing at approximately
five feet and six inches, the Asian American boy does not make much of an
impressive figure. He is not quite intimidating, but there is something about
him, his dark brown, nearly onyx, narrowed eyes, perhaps, that make for a
mystery, shrouded in fog. It seems to be counteracted, however, by the spiked
black hair, striped with some color of dye. It is hard to tell, his hair is so
dark. The constantly questioning, ever curious look on his face is only slightly
overweighed by bitterness all of nineteen years can bring a kid who's seen too
much. His left ear is pierced three times, his right twice. There is a hoop in
his slightly smirk-twisted bottom lip. His Sex Pistols shirt is loose over his
figure, and his jeans as well. His head is held up, watching, as if he simply
knows better than the world.*
Mark Souma: *It seems he is simply going
for a stroll, headphones shoved into his ears, eyes closed.*
Alyssa Kostapoulos: (her, not and. Her sword)
dara: (*tries ONE more time, shakes fist
at browser* beHAVE you...*raises brow*) *shed gone quiet, just watching and
listening...curious.....taking up her catalogs again, she peers over at aerin
again, and notices abbeys sword.....oooo.....that definately catches her
interest....attention diverted....she gets up and starts to wander over*
Abbey Randelle: *abbey glances to the girl
again, and her eyes widen. she loks to Aerin and murmers* Excuse me a moment
please sir.. *and she's off, gliding like moonlight across the park, slender
legs eating up the distance between her and Alyssa* Excuse me Miss Kostapoulos..
might I have a word?
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa looks about ready
to rake the blade across her arm when Abbey interrupts. She cuts her song short
with a friendly smile to the noblewoman. "What did you need? I'm praying."
dara: *aaaand pauses....when abbey
comes over to alyssa she pauses right where she is, eyeing between her and the
sword and alyssa and the sword, chewing her lipring and nabbing up her bag and
catalogs before she wanders over towards aerin*
Aerin Thomas: "Of course, Miss Randelle."
He looks around, sighing a bit as he lights a new cigarette.
Abbey Randelle: Forgive my
interruption.. however.. *she dips her head and drops her voice to a sub murmer,
voice soft like steel encased in silk*
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *His eyes track the
white flicker of Abbey through the trees... his lips purse slightly at her
expression, but his steps carry him toward where she and Aerin had been
speaking. A brief nod to the other man, calm, as he glides to a stop.* Mr.
Thomas..
Mark Souma: *He sighs, relaxed, and flops
on a bench, pulling the headphoned out of his ears, letting them flop absently
on his shoulders. His eyes reopen, and he takes a look around.*
Jocelyn Pasqual: ((*grumbles*)) *She
wanders out from the trees, tucking hair behind her ear with her free hand, the
other on the strap of her backpack*
Mark Souma:
d10: per+alert: 8,8,3,10,3,6,
Mark Souma:
d10: Reroll ten: 6,
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa blinks with a
confused look to the noblewoman. She makes no effort to lower her voice "Why
should I not pray in public? My relgion isn't something I aim to hide. Why does
it threaten you, woman?"
Mark Souma: *He looks around. Whoa, crazy
lady with the sacrifical knife in the park. Weird scary guy approaching a... hot
pale lady. Stoner guy. Heyyy... cute pierced girl. Girl with backpack. All in
all, a full night of ogling begins to plan.*
dara: *uhhh boy....eh well...so hes
going to talk to aerin too.....goody goody gumdrops and all that..she keeps
heading that way, hands stuffed (except for the one holding onto the catalogs)
in the pockets of the huge jeans, giving a tiny wave to aerin as she makes her
way over....pausing if he looks like he might be busy with ingvar*
Abbey Randelle: It is not me it threatens
Miss Kostapoulos, but your own safety. You are by your own admittance new to
this land, are you not? *she murmers politely*
Alfgrímr Imbrey: He jogs into the park,
head nodding in rhythm with the song blaring through his earphones. He seems not
so different from any other kid out on the street, about seventeen and still
filling out across the chest and shoulders though likely not going to much
taller than his current 5'8. Strawberry blonde hair is spiked up with blue still
just visible at the tips. Naturally pale skin has seen just enough sun to have
as much of a tan is needed to keep him from looking absolutely ghostly, and draw
out a few errant freckles. His eyes are clear icy green, flicking up from the
path to take in the park. He's dressed in unassuming clothes, blue jeans, a
green sweatshirt.
Aerin Thomas: He nods to Ingvar. "Ingvar.
Good to see you."
Alyssa Kostapoulos: She tilts her head "I
am. Do the barbarians take offense to my worshipping in public? I was led to
beleive that the silly americans had freedom of religion."
Mark Souma: *He can't help but grin,
hearing the voice of the girl with the knife. It's amusing. He watches Abbey and
Alyssa as if watching a tennis match.*
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Pale eyes flick to Dara
as she approaches.. a slight nod, not overly familiar but certainly far from
exclusionary.* Madame.. good evening. *He stands a short way from Aerin, casual,
but nearly regal.*
Jocelyn Pasqual: *There's some guy on her
bench. This displeases her, a scowl forming as she looks for another option*
Aerin Thomas: A glance to Dara, and he
grins to her. "Hey, you. Been a while."
Abbey Randelle: *perhaps she'd develop a
twitch. why were willworkers not tested as to whether they were mentally
unstable before being allowed to survive? she smiles politely and reinforces*
there are institutions which, should they happen upon you, as is more likely in
public,will seek to dispose of you. Those with relations to fate are at risk. It
is best you are aware of the risk you place yourself at.
Alfgrímr Imbrey:
d10: per/alert: 8,4,2,2,4,4,
Abbey Randelle: *all murmered lowly.
Alyssa may be blaring, but abbey's practically whispering*
dara: yeah...heyas....*giving something of
a shrug and nod to ingvar, looking from him to aerin to see if its cool she
stands by them, fidgeting like she cant stand still, soft clicking coming from
inside her mouth....*
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa narrows her
eyes on the woman. Noble or not.. no one talks to her like that. "Mind your
tongue, woman. I've done nothing wrong. If you feel that I've acted carelessly..
then you simply do not understand my actions. And i've no time to deal with your
ignorance."
Jocelyn Pasqual: *Lot of people here
tonight. She recognizes the Greek chick, and offers up a quick plea to Gaia that
the girl doesn't recognize her. Mark gets a half scowl as she passes her bench*
Mark Souma: *He arches an eyebrow, and
givea a grin to the passing backpack girl. He gnaws idly on his thumb nail.* Got
a problem?
dara: yeah it has been...*giggling softly,
giving a real smile, she even chances a hug to the hippie looking guy aerin*
Jocelyn Pasqual: *Her steps slow, looking
at him, then the bench, then back* Do you?
Jocelyn Pasqual: ((yell if you need a DD))
Aerin Thomas: More Matrix-Hippie, these
days. He nods, giving Dara more of a half-smile...best he gives, these days. He
does hug her. "How've you been?" He glances over to Ingvar momentarily.
Alfgrímr Imbrey: He slows down when he
manages to catch a voice over his music, looking over at Abbey and Alyssa and
turning the music off.
Mark Souma: No problem other than getting
glared at like I'm a fucking waste of space, *he says casually, looking up at
her. He digs in his pocket, and pulls out the rectangular box.* So. What's the
problem?
Jocelyn Pasqual: *Hair toss, trying not to
blush slightly as he calls her attitude exactally* No problem. I ususally sit
there.
Abbey Randelle: *a white eyebrow darts up,
as the temperature drops a degree, abbeys head tilting slightly. woman? oh
..indeed. a polite smile as she murmers*Regardless of unpleasantness, Do be
cautious miss Kostapoulos. Should you be captured it would be most
unfortunate. *and with that polite warning the svelte albino glides smoothly
back to Ingvar and aerin. what? Ingvar? a slight smile*
Jocelyn Pasqual: *She eyes him, mostly
the cigarette* Got another one of those? *Tossing her bag between them, sitting
to the right of the bench*
dara: yeah....yknow...*lips twitching, a
giggle threatening but not erupting yet, nodding to abbey as she comes back that
way* a long stick o metal with a handle thats sharp on tha sides an pointy on
top?*said playfully*
Abbey Randelle: *the woman approaches,
hand slipping perfectly into the crook of Ingvar's arm. a matched pair, tall
dark and forboding. slender white and pure. both with a bit of ice. its art. she
murmers to Aerin and dara, then looks to Ingvar* forgive the interruption.
Alyssa Kostapoulos: She goes about the same
motions as before, speading the ivy, pouring the wine into the grass and sipping
some for herself before setting the goblet aside.
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *His gaze retains the
same chilling, empty caliber as Abbey approaches, though it perhaps remains long
enough to be a touch familiar. The shadow of a smile passes under stark features
as she approaches.* Mr. Thomas, you have met Ms. Randelle, yes? *A look between
them.*
Mark Souma: Yeap, *he says easily, and
holds up the box with a faint smirk, pinching cigarette between his lips.
Teasing, perhaps, as he will proceed to play a short game of keepaway with her.*
Aerin Thomas: "We just met, yes." He
smiles to Abbey, then looks back to Dara with a chuckle. "Sorry, Dara. No idea."
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *A murmured exchange
of pleasantries with the pale slip of a woman before he speaks in that strangely
calm, rumbling voice.* A broadsword... *flick of eyes to Aerin, then he extends
one powerful hand to Dara, handshake style.* If you would, madam...
Abbey Randelle: *a polite smile to dara
before she murmers the name of a very expensive sword shop uptown, adding
mildly* I beleive they carry larger blades as well. you are profficient?
Jocelyn Pasqual: *Girl sure does scowl a
lot. She chews her bottom lip for a second, finally giving in* Can I have one?
Alyssa Kostapoulos: And finally without
interruption, Alyssa brings the blade across her already scarred forearm
spilling her blood to the grass in offering to the gods with a proud incline of
the chin.
Alfgrímr Imbrey: He watches Alyssa. First
his own mythology lesson, now his own ritual to watch, how could anyone not love
this city?
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa hums happily to
herself. Content now that she's spoken to the gods. She squeezes the blood from
her arm with a playful shake to the grass before digging in her bag for
bandages.
Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((I'd like Jocelyn's
descrip, if you're still offering. If anyone would like Ingvar's, lemme know.))
dara: *shrugging with an oh well to aerin
and a smile, she looks to the hand from ingvar with the briefest of pauses
before she takes it in a slightly confused looking shake* kaaay.....*hearing
abbey and tilting her head, shaking it after* naw...actually....s'for.....s'for
summun real special ta me...*yep...theres a hint or more of blush to her cheeks*
Jocelyn Pasqual: *Deep brown eyes too
old for her years gaze with feigned disintrest upon the world. Her heart shaped
face is slightly rounded with just the last few ounces of babyfat, holding her
firmly in that hazy grey between a girl and a woman. Her skin is deeply tanned,
the olive undertones giving her an exotic glow. Hair the colour of strong
espresso falls in a straight, chin length bob, often held back by antique
looking jeweled clips at the sides. She's too pretty for her own good, and
carries herself like she's all too aware of where that can get her.*
Abbey Randelle: *a nod of her head.* of
course.
Aerin Thomas: ((Ahh, yes, DD. I got one of
those, for anyone inketerested.))
Duncan O'Brien: DD a man in an old style
trench coat, wearing a derby and an unbuttoned white dress shirt. He has red
hair sticking out from under the derby and is smoking a cigarette
Alyssa Kostapoulos: (while we're dolling them
out.. *G*) The first thing you'll notice about Alyssa is her rich olive skintone
that holds a certain softness about the girl. Her eyes are a deep brown, lashes
thick and dark giving the air of heavy makeup though you'll never catch the girl
wearing any. Her dark hair is cropped to her shoulders and hold a natural wave,
outlining her mediteranian cheek structure. She dresses in simple garments,
generally natural fibers and earthy tones to accent her features. She is average
height, roughly five foot six inches, weighing about 115. Despite her small
stature, she give the air of strength and a willingness to fight for what she
believes in. Age is hard to tell with this one. Looks alone would imply she's in
her teens, though she carries herself with the pride of an older woman.
Duncan O'Brien: The man is nestled up
against a tree
Aerin Thomas: ((I'm a lemming! *Dives off
a cliff, or rather, gets pushed off one by a Disney bulldozer*)) Jeremy is a
very average-looking person. He stands 5'11", and is a little bit thin at 145
pounds. At 28 years of age, he still has a baby-face, clean-shaven, and is
commonly mistaken for 18-20 years old. His hair, a medium-brown, goes down to
about his mid-back, and is pulled back into a ponytail. As stated before, he has
a very youthful face, with bright blue eyes that flash with intelligence and
full cheeks. His right canine is missing, but that's neither here nor there.
Something about his features suggests maybe a Welsh origin. He's dre ssed in a
red button-down shirt, black slacks, with a black leather tren ch coat over the
whole thing. He is also never without his military- surp lus backpack, an
olive-colored thing that holds his belongings.
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa squeezes as
much blood from her arm as she can, careful not to drip any on her white robe.
She takes the bandages in her teeth to prepare to wrap herself up.
Aerin Thomas: ((Except drop off the
backpack. :P))
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *At Dara's words, he
removes his hand- the air of one who was perhaps about to offer advice.* Ah.. I
had wondered whether you intended to wield such a thing yourself... *a rake of
eyes across her forearm.. no.. too fragile.*
dara: (miiight as well*G* pic is in the
site picture album) *a petite pale young woman thats almost too thin, shes got
long jet black hair(bleachblond structured bangs and a bleach streak to either
side of her face) and dark green eyes, wearng black baggy raggedy jnco jeans and
scuffed paint spattered docs with a longsleeved black mesh shirt under a black
babydoll that has 'freak' on it in white letters, lower lip left nostril and
left brow pierced, hair down loose except for the pigtails at the sides,
backpack over her shoulder and catalogs in her hands, a silvery chain
dissappears down her shirt*
Abbey Randelle: ((white skin. white
hair. grey eyes. white clothes. blade case down her back (white). slender and
untouchably pretty albino. appearence specialty "pure". high maitenance? yes.
decoum? hell yes))
dara: naw...I wish..itd break me in
half....but I do wanna learn how ta fight, sword an otherwise.....I need ta
figger that out someday*shrugging gently*
Mark Souma: *He grins, and slides one
out of the pack for her.* Here. since you asked SO nicely, *he says, his eyes
widening, so sincere. A grin is offered as he takes a puff off of his own.*
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa wraps the bandage
around her forearm with a clear practiced skill. By the looks of it the sight of
her own blood and binding her own wounds comes quite naturally to her. She
continues to hum happily to herself.
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Striking, coldly
handsome features, and carefully styled black hair- the young magyar cuts a
figure nearly impossible to ignore- though more through the severity of his
presence than any particulars of his tall, broad shouldered frame. Powerful,
long fingered hands suited to either pianist or strangler. Ingvar seems the
waiting brutality of a hammer clad in an exquisitely tailored suit. Haughty
pride and sinister bearing he seems well accustomed to.* ((SL PB 2, streetwise
over 2, pm me.))
Abbey Randelle: *she allows her eyes to
slip towards Alyssa, dear god.. she looks away, murmering* perhaps it would be
prudent to adjourn to the indoors?
Jocelyn Pasqual: *Her nose wrinkles at
him, and she tries to hide her own grin* Well, yeah. You know. Good manners will
get you everywhere. Thanks. *Taking it, hand out for the lighter*
Aerin Thomas: He takes a step back,
lighting another cigarette and looking around the park as Dara talks with Ingvar
and Abbey. He's silent, and a little stoic, standing almost like a bodyguard
might, though who he's guarding is anyone's guess.
Jasper: *Jasper makes his way into the park, seeming to have chosen to be wearing black today instead of his usual clothing, hands in his coat pockets...
Mark Souma: *And instead of asking for
it, he hands over the lighter.* Just give it back after you're done with it.
We'll be good and I won't have to attack and bite with sharp teeth and claws.
Seriously. I can be vicious.
Alyssa Kostapoulos: When her wound is
properly wrapped, Alyssa stands and begins gathering her things. She downs the
wine left in the goblet and stuffs that and the jug back in her bag, as well as
the cloth and random handfuls of ivy.
Surly: *long black leather trench. a pair of
pants made of thin silvery chains disappearing into wide leather cuffs at the
tops of her boots. a matching leahter wasitband. a black, widebrimmed hat
complete with a blood-red feather. gloved hands bearing a heavy ring on each
finger. a cone in one hand. and a scowl. no--she isn't wearing a shirt under the
open trench*
Jocelyn Pasqual: *She arches a brow as she
lights the cigarette, then smirks and slips the lighter into her pocket*
Surly:
d10: : 2,5,4,3,9,2,
Jasper: d10:
Per+Alert: 3,8,7,9,9,3,
Duncan O'Brien: *the man in the trench coat
begins to stroll around the park. His full stature can be made out now. He is
around 5'10" but is impressively muscular and stout for his height. he flicks
the cigarette away from him as he says to himself " shite, i hate these things"
he then pulls a stogie from his coat and lights it up. He seems a great deal
more satisfied.*
Aerin Thomas:
d10: Per+Alert: 4,7,3,8,10,4,
Surly: *she might know some of this crowd. who
cares if she does? stalks over to the nearest empty bench and plants herself on
it*
Abbey Randelle: ((phone ...abbey will be a
pretty arm compliment )
Aerin Thomas: He's alert as always, noting
the sudden presence of Duncan, as well as Japser and Surly's entrances. A weary
smile is thrown Surly's way...the others are merely watched, appraisingly.
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa throws the
overstuffed bag back over her shoulder and bounces back toward the path,
flashing abbey a quick 'i told you so' smirk. She skips down the way, looking
wide eyed around the park.
Alyssa Kostapoulos:
d10: per+alert: 8,3,3,2,3,
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Long fingers drift over
the pale ones held in the crook of his arm as he considers Dara's words.* I
would then, second Ms. Randelle's recommendation. Losario's is a fine shop.. I
believe they are listed.. *The smooth, distant rumble of his voice folds around
the small group.*
Jasper: *Jasper looks around as he makes his way through
the park, eyes going over those within sight, studying for a moment before
moving on, then he smiles slightly when he spots Jocelyn and starts making his
way towards her...
dara: umm..*flicking a glance between
ingvar and abbey and aerin at the suggestion of going inside, when no one says
anything she shrugs her shoulders, soft clicking coming from inside her mouth,
eyes flicking elsewhere*
dara:
d10: per+alert: 6,2,4,2,2,3,2,
Jasper: ((Those in need of Jasper's DD, feel free to pm
me))
Surly: *quite calmly flips Aerin the bird,
giving him a smirk as she does. hard eyes almost friendly. for her*
Mark Souma: *And, hell,he goes after it.
Reaching for her pocket.*
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *An interested glance
toward Surly- he blinks at the open coat, but looks away after a moment.. the
woman... is an odd one... but perhaps steady.*
dara: kay then..Ill hafta go there
then....thanks*giving ingvar and abbey a bit more of a real smile, too
distracted to really notice others about them*
Jocelyn Pasqual: *She squeaks, laughing
and swatting at his hand, waving to Jasper as she gets the lighter back out and
hands it back* Mark> That was hardly scary. I'm Jocelyn.
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa luckily doesn't
seem to notice jocelyn. She bounces behind the large stranger.. duncan.. and
starts skipping alongside the man with a curious grin. "You are a celt." She
states, proudly.
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Though he continues to
look about the park, for the most part, the hard young magyar glances to Aerin
before he speaks.* Luck thus far?
Aerin Thomas: He gives the absolute
faintest of smirks to Surly's "wave" and then looks between Ingvar, Abbey, and
Dara. He seems amenable to inside, out...whichever.
Duncan O'Brien: * the stout man turns around
with a smile and answers " aye, lass"
Mark Souma: I said I COULD be. Not that I
would be, *he says with a grin.* Mark.
Jasper: *Jasper tilts his head slightly as his eyes shift
to Mark as he reaches for Joc's pocket, then just gives a shake of his head and
smiles to Joc when she spots him...
Jocelyn Pasqual: So you're a tease.
*Grinning back* Nice to meet you, Mark.
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa skips in a loose
circle around the man. She seems unable to stand still. "I've only met one other
irishman since coming to the city. He rides a steel horse." she states with a
bright smile. She makes no effort to hide her thick greek accent.
Mark Souma:
d10: per+alert: 6,3,6,6,4,2,
Jocelyn Pasqual: Hi old man. *Beaming at
Jasper when he's close enough, eyes flickering to Mark for a second, clearly
questioning when she looks to Jasper again*
Mark Souma: Mmmh... only mostly, *he says
with a smirk, and he looks back, around. Jasper does not exctly get the nicest
look from him.*
Duncan O'Brien: ((As the simple statement
rolls off of Duncan's lips, you believe this may be the thickest irish accent
you have ever heard))
Surly: *snickers to herself and pushes up
off the bench, heading thattaway. nods to Ing and Abs when she's close enough
for them to notice. *
Aerin Thomas: ((I beg to differ, Duncan.
*Looks for Jamie and grins*))
Mark Souma: ((*points to Stephen... who
went back to Ireland*))
Craven: The dark clad man moves
into the park, wandering through as if searching for someone or just enjoying
the city sights. He is dressed in dark leather pants with matching boots and a
dark brown knit sweater that is rather large on his musclar frame. His dark hair
is short and there is a certain rugged handsomeness to his predatory look to his
eastren european looks. ((PB 3))
Ingvar Urgahaldt: Ms. Schulyer... *A nod,
one more pass of eyes across the... odd... ensemble.* Good of you to join, mm?
Alyssa Kostapoulos: (put your potatoes away,
boys! No one cares! Accent's an accent. *bats lashes*)
Jasper: *Jasper raises an eyebrow slightly, whether to
Mark's look or Joc's greeting it's hard to tell...* "Hey kid.." *He grins
slightly to Joc, then gives a nod to Mark...* "Evening.."
dara: (his is scottish!*G* jamies is)
Ingvar Urgahaldt:
d10: : 4,1,6,1,5,3,
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa continues to
bounce in a loose circle around duncan, annoyingly. Childlike it would seem. Or
maybe she's just looney and bored. "You're not from the city.. are you? You
don't sound it."
Surly: *snorts* just Surly works. haven't seen
you or Miss Abbey in a while. or you, Aerin. *unperturbed by her partial nudity.
it simply doesn't bother her*
Jocelyn Pasqual: *That answers that. She
glances to Mark again, looking him up and down quickly as she takes a drag on
the cigarette*
dara: *ooooooh shinies..silvery ones at
that......can we guess where daras attention is.....er...odd of a place as it is
for looking when surly approaches?*
Mark Souma: Hey, man, *he says quietly,
and takes a long drag off of his cigarette, and he gets up off of the bench,
pocketing the cigarette.* I'll seeya later, *he says idly to Joc, and moves in
Alyssa's direction.*
Mary Margaret St. Michael: A sleek BMW
pulls up outside the gates to Battery Park.
Aerin Thomas: "Hey, Surly." He nods to
her. "Yeah, it's been a while."
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Oblivious- a strange
state of things.. nevertheless, he seems not to notice Craven's form moving
through the park, intent on the group around him. The nearly majestic young man
is poised, and casual.* ((Careful, guys... threats to your potatoes have been
slung!*L*))
Jocelyn Pasqual: Yeah. Nice meeting you.
*Watching him wander away*
Duncan O'Brien: "Uh, no... i've come from
L.A. most recently..." *Looks around slightly nervously*
Aerin Thomas:
d10: Per+Alert: 8,8,8,7,1,3,
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa grins brightly
to the man, saying out the word "Elllayyy.. Hmph. Is that near Queens?"
Duncan O'Brien: *Duncan walks to the BMW and
attempts to open the door*
Aerin Thomas: His eyes flick straight to
the BMW approaching, and then to Craven. Yes, someone is slightly paranoid.
Mark Souma: ((Nae me potatoes! *The
Irishman leaps to the defense* Oi'll keep 'em safe, Oi will! Troost me!))
Mary Margaret St. Michael: The car sits
there, purring quietly.
Surly: what' ve you been up to? all of you?
*eyes the chick with streaked hair, lovely face as warm as an Arctic snowfield*
Alyssa Kostapoulos: ((*pulls out menacing
potatoe masher* MWAHAHA!))
Jasper: *Jasper nods watching Mark for a moment then looks
to Jocelyn and gives a shrug with a 'dont look at me' look on his face, then
chuckles softly..* "How was your day?"
Duncan O'Brien: "i've no real time to talk,
lass. I apologize for my rudeness." *says the irishman before he drops his head
to look into the car window*
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa stops when she
sees the man she's tormenting seems to be leaving. She shrugs and turns back,
flicking a playful glance over her shoulder "Goodbye Irishman."
Jocelyn Pasqual: Good. Who's that? Where's
the kid? How was yours? *Moving her pack so he can sit next to her if he wishes*
Craven: Craven for his part
stops to look around the park, his eyes going a bit... distant for a brief
moment before he rubs at the back of his neck and continues in a new direction.
Now towards Ingvar and the little gathering around him.
dara: *shaking her head and shrugging to
surly, she keeps shooting glances back to the shinies, fingers absently playing
with the necklace she cups in her hands after tugging it from her shirt, the end
weighted with some pendant hidden in her hands*
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa bounces back down
the path, loosely in the direction of Mark. She gives out friendly smiles to
passersby, looking for someone to annoy.. err.. talk to.
Jasper: d10:
Per+Alert: 5,6,7,2,8,5,
Ingvar Urgahaldt: Rather much, recently..
*He glances from Surly, to Aerin.* How is the... learning experience.. coming
along?
Mary Margaret St. Michael: The car window
is rolled down, and the person inside smiles up at Duncan. "Hello. Get in on the
other side."
Duncan O'Brien: *walks around the car and
opens the car door. he pauses a moment before stepping in*
Surly: mmphf. *shrugs slightly* same here.
although not as busy as i'd like. *frowns darkly* it's getting harder to find
playmates. *Surly plus boredom. very bad combo*
Mark Souma: *He takes a look at Alyssa,
and again flashes a grin, cigarette hanging loosely from his mouth.* Hey...
coincidentally... if you're gonna cut yourself in public, could you like... not?
Gotta be a ceremony out there that doesn't involve self-mutilation. Police could
come down on you. Hate to see your religion pissed on by the pigs, yeah?
Jasper: *Jasper sits down on the bench with her, looking
around as he does, eyes going over Craven for a moment studying then move to
Mark again before looking back to Joc and shrugs slightly..* "Dont know... He's
got plans for tonight... and my day's been going well so far.." *He chuckles
softly...
Aerin Thomas: He glances over at Ingvar.
"About to have my first lesson later tonight, I hope...if the dissection subject
is available, that is."
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa stops her bounce
to flash Mark with a confused look. "I've done nothing wrong. Why would the
local barbarian authorities have a problem with my prayers?" she looks the boy
over with a tiny smirk. An Asian.. no wonder he doesn't understand.
Aerin Thomas: His eyes shift to Craven
as he approaches. A little tense, instantly wary.
Surly: dissection? *arches a jet brow at
Aerin. mildly interested*
Jocelyn Pasqual: Maybe he just glares at
everybody. What kinda plans? *Looking over at Mark again, then Alyssa*
Mark Souma: Where you and I see ceremony,
they'll see insanity. Self-mutilation's a major mental problem, honey. They see
wounds on you, you'll go to a psych ward faster than you can pronounce the names
of your gods. And weapons in public tend to get you thrown in jail too. Just a
warning. Not gonna turn you in or anything.
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He nods first to Aerin,
and a few more words rumble from the young man.* Certainly... mm.. later, that
is. Ms. Schulyer... should you be in the market, perhaps I could offer a bit of
side- employment, yes? My trainer has taken rather ill it would seem- I think
changing things around now and then could be of benefit. *He nods, pale eyes
skating through the park again.*
Abbey Randelle: ((*pants and returns..
mother having been longwinded*))
Jasper: *He grins slightly..* "Big plans..." *Jasper's
gaze shifts off in the direction of Ing and co for a moment...
dara: *oooooh shes curious, eyeing between
the three now shes standing with(abbey being quiet she doesnt pay attention to),
fingers fidgeting with the straps of her pack*
Ingvar Urgahaldt:
d10: : 4,8,6,3,1,1,
Mary Margaret St. Michael: The car pulls
away from Battery Park.
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa pouts at that,
adjusting the thick strap of the heavy bag on her dainty shoulder "Why does
everyone think i'm crazy.. it's not my fault the masses are un-educated. America
is a horrible place."
Craven: His eyes do shift over
to those gathered with the man he is walking towards, but the eyes for a long
moment take in Surly but he just can't seem to help a little smirk. The eyes
just seem to move right over Aerin though as if not concerned with him or more
interested in something else.
Surly: *eyes Ingvar and grins slowly* i'm game
for that. *idfly rolls her head to pop her neck* i've seen you move. you won't
bore me in a spar.
Abbey Randelle: *she raises an eyebrow
at Surly, a quirk of her lips at the odd woman as she rests her pale white hand
on Ingvar's bicep*
dara: whatcha train in?*looking up to
surly with an odd tilt to her head, fidgeting with the catalogs again now,
curling and uncurling them*
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Something flickers
behind the young Lord's eyes for a moment.. never one to stoop, he stands as
straight as ever, watching Craven as he approaches with unwavering eyes. The
gaze is exacting, for all its interest.*
Jocelyn Pasqual: *She looks annoyed again*
Anybody around here actually capable of just answering a fucking question?
*Scowling at the ground, taking another drag from the cigarette before leaning
over to stub it out*
Kiara Trapani: The girl in blue was back
at the park, needing some fresh air to help her think. She was wearing dark low
riding denim jeans, a simple blue turtle neck sweater, blue hiking boots and a
blue wool cap, as well as blue leather gloves; dark blonde hair streaked with
blue and no makeup tonight to bring out her blue eyes. Sipping, as usual, a cup
of coffee as she walked. Worn along her side was a dark black attache case.
Surly: *shifts, her chains-pants-whatever you
want to call them--shifting with a soft sound. at least she is wearing
underwear. probably.*
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa blinks over to
Jocelyn with a friendly smile. "I remember you. You're Thomas Judge's pissy
girlfriend. Hello pissy girlfriend."
Jasper: *Jasper chuckles softly and leans down to whisper
something to Jocelyn..*
Aerin Thomas: He relaxes a little bit as
Craven doesn't seem to be focused on him. Key word...a little. He still has
people he cares about in his vicinity. He looks over at Dara. "So, I think I
already asked, but I'm more scatter-brained then a bird..." He grins a little
bit. "What've you been up to?"
Ingvar Urgahaldt: Good evening, sir..
*He takes a polite step toward the man- one musn't be impolitic..*
Mark Souma: I don't think you're insane,
just telling you THEY will. Police pass through, finding you dragging a knife up
your arm... do you know what the time for attempted suicide recovery and watch
is?
Surly: *eyes Dara again* martial arts, mixed
style. i teach self defence, professionally.
Jocelyn Pasqual: *Joce? Throwing up on
Jasper would be BAD. She only half pays attention to the whisper, eyes widening
as Alyssa finally notices her*
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa turns back to Mark
with a shocked look about her "I would never take my own life. The Moirai would
be terribly upset with me."
Kiara Trapani: As she walked, she noticed
a lot more people here tonight. She needed to find a bench to sit down on and
was searching for an unoccupied one.
Abbey Randelle: *a polite inclination of
her head from the pristine creature gracing Ingvar's arm. the albino regards
Craven with chill eyes*
Craven: Craven nods to Ingvar,
offering him a little smile and then tilts his head back as he studies him for a
long moment. The dark, almost black, eyes shift to Abbey though briefly before
returning to Ingvar. "What a suprise to find you here tonight." he says with
that grin toying at his lips once more.
Surly: how have you been, Miss Abbey? *tilts
her head at the woman, the feather bobbing gently*
Jocelyn Pasqual: Jasper> Um. Maybe?
*Smooth...* You hungry? I think I owe you dinner or something. *Half watching
Alyssa, who seems to have lost all interest in her*
Mark Souma: *He sighs.* Girl, I'm not
saying you would, just as they'd see it. Fuck's sake. You give someone goddamned
advice, and they act like an idiot.
Surly: *observes Craven, lips curling just a
tad*
dara: *she thpthhtps to aerin at the
tease, giggling softly, unable to help it* nuthin much...*fidgeting with that
necklace in her hand still* jes.....sneakin an spyin bout, ya know....hangin
with...*blinking, she hears surly and gives a quiet grin* anythin summun who
breaks bones easy kin learn mebbe?*leaning up to murmur to aerin quickly with a
blush*
Aerin Thomas: He leans down to listen
to Dara, eyes watching Ingvar and his new friend.
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa tilts her head to
Mark, still with a confused smile. "I didn't mean to offend you, boy. Thank you
for the advice. I didn't mean to sound like I didn't appreciate it." She extends
a bandaged arm to Mark "I'm Alyssa."
Jasper: *His gaze follow Joc's then he looks back to her
and smiles softly, speaking softly to her..* "I ate something before I came down
here... And dont worry about her..."
Kiara Trapani: Spotting a place to sit,
she sits the coffee cup on the ground by her feet first, then takes a seat on
the bench, pulling the case around to her lap and opening it, to take out a
small laptop. It doesn't take her long to boot it up.
dara -> Aerin Thomas: I gotta boyfriend...thas
who tha swords fer.....
Surly: *smirks at Dara* that deends. could you
look someone dead in the eyes and be willing to kill them if you had to?
Abbey Randelle: *the air chills, and she
turns her attentions to Surly, murmering* Well thank you miss Surly, and
yourself?
Jocelyn Pasqual: *She sighs, slinking down
on the bench a little*
Mark Souma: *He nods once.* Mark. *He
takes the extended arm, and wraps his hand around it,offering a more, perhaps,
ceremonial handshake. A small smile touches his lips, but he does not squeeze
hard.*
Craven: He does glance to Surly
for a moment and gives her a slight nod. She was a warrior after all and then
over to Aerin whom he gives a brief once over and then finally Dara before
looking back to Ingvar.
Jocelyn Pasqual: You know her? *Half
whispered, glancing up at Alyssa again before scowling at the ground once more*
Aerin Thomas: A half-smile lights his lips
and he murmurs back to Dara.
Surly: bored, but otherwise well. *shrugs.
ignoring the chill, although her body doesn't in some respects* won any more
awards for fencing lately?
Aerin Thomas -> dara:
"Congratulations...I'm happy for you."
Alyssa Kostapoulos: The girl has a
surprisingly strong grip for her stature and does nothing to hide it. She gives
a faint smile, looking down to the grass girlishly when she takes back her hand.
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alysa blinks
obvlisiously back to Jocelyn. "Do you dislike me, girl? Why?"
Mark Souma:
d10: Mother&#;s Touch: 4,8,7,6,9,9,
Jasper: *He shakes his head slightly, voice low as he
speaks..* "No, but have had a run in with her antics..."
Surly: *eyes Craven again, with an arched
brow. ponders a moment, then nods back slightly*
Alyssa Kostapoulos: (is that something
awareness would pick up?)
Jocelyn Pasqual: Huh? *Blinking at Alyssa,
scooting just a bit closer to Jasper*
Jasper: ((Yep))
Aerin Thomas: ((Yes, Alyssa.))
Alyssa Kostapoulos: d10: per+aware: 8,6,7,2,6,
Mark Souma: *He only releases her after
a moment, and then rolls his shoulders back, and takes a step back.* Just be
careful, *he mutters.*
Jasper: *A glance goes back to Alyssa as she calls out to
them, then he looks back to Joc as she scoots closer and smiles slightly before
he speaks softly again..* "Keep that up and people will think your my
daughter... and speaking of which, I've got your photo and sketches, I'll give
them back when we leave.."
Abbey Randelle: Indeed. I've had the
oppurtunity to attend several touranments, with fortunate results.. *she murmers,
stopping suddenly*
Abbey Randelle:
d10: awareness: 2,6,5,
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *A slight smirk almost
surfaces in his face at Craven's remark.* A suprise indeed.. Mr. Craven, allow
me to introduce my companions.. Ms. Randelle, my fiance- *The same powerful hand
continues to move amongst the group, a shark in a familiar social water.* Mr.
Thomas, a man of some long aquaintance.. Ms. Dara, Ms. Schulyer, also residents
in the city..
dara: *another bright grin to aerin until
she hears surly, then with a grin she leans a liiiiittle closer, dark green eyes
intense* ya mean like lookin someone dead in tha eyes right fore snatchin one of
em out like?*leaning back, shrugging and nodding* ...yeah...ifn I hadta...*that
grin never leaves her face.......*
Jocelyn Pasqual: Better than them thinking
I'm your girlfriend. Yeah? Did you find out anything?
Abbey Randelle: *she looks up, grey eyes
alert, she glances about*
Surly: *nods* i can believe that. *smirks
lightly to the white woman* one of these days, we'll spar with our weapons of
choice. and i'm not certain i'll win. *grins suddenly. the expression hard, yet
anticipatory*
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa takes a finger to
loosen her bandage, peering inside. She flicks a mean glare up to Mark and goes
to slap the boy across the cheek.
Kiara Trapani: She pulls out a web cam and
jacks it into the laptop, setting it out to the side of her on the bench. Soon
she is typing away on the keyboard.
Mark Souma: *He wrinkles his nose, and
glares at her.* Just what the fuck was that for?
Alyssa Kostapoulos:
d10: dex+brawl: 8,9,2,2,6,
Craven: "Good to meet you
all." he says with a nod to each of them but Abbey certainly gets a long look
from the man. "I do hope I am not intruding too much." he says to all of them.
Abbey Randelle: *she extends a hand to
Craven politely, murmering* a pleasure sir.
Jasper: *He chuckles softly...* "I only got them scanned
in earlier this afternoon, but havent started on searching as yet.."
dara: *finally looking to craven, blinking
a bit before she nods* heyas...
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa maintains a glare
to the boy, hateful in demeanor. Quite a contrast from before "How DARE you take
my gift from the gods?! You savage!"
Jocelyn Pasqual: Oh. Okay. *Bouncing a
little, eyes huge when Mark gets slapped*
Aerin Thomas:
d10: Per+Alertness: 8,7,6,10,2,7,
Jasper: *Jasper glances back in Alyssa and Mark's
direction watching the pair of them closely...
Surly: *eyes Craven* call me Surly. it fits me
best. *a sudden smirk* don't call me Cloud.
Aerin Thomas: He looks to Craven and nods,
extending his hand. "Mr. Craven...a pleasure." His eyes flick to Alyssa and
Mark, frowning a little. He just watches, for now.
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Something ripples
through the young Lord's hard frame.. though the veneer of courtesy and genteel
refinement never slips, pale eyes flick like razors through the park...*
Surly: *why are they...oh, shit. that manners
stuff again. scowling, she grudgingly puts out her own hand.*
Craven: He takes Abbey's
offered hand, giving it a firm squeeze and shake. "Like wise to meet someone
with such a special place in Ingvar's heart."
Mark Souma: Your gift from the fucking
GODS? Was a bloody goddamned wound, you stupid bitch! *he snaps.* Fuck this.
Insane goddamned world. Your 'gift from the gods' would get you locked up with a
nice padded cell, sweetheart. Wake the fuck up.
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He shakes his head
slightly.* Not at all Mr. Craven. By all means- join us. Battery Park is a
quality of this city not to be missed... though one should not dally for too
long after dark, generally speaking.. it can grow... remarkably uncouth.. *a
glance under his brows toward the spat some small distance away.*
dara: *sighing softly, she fidgets again,
soft clicking coming from inside her mouth, eyes flicking about distractedly*
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa narrows her eyes
to hateful passionate slits on the boy. Sinking down into a striking stance.
"You had no right. Tell me what you DID to me, barbarian.. Before I push you
along the wheel.."
Kiara Trapani: Kiara types away, pulling a
leg under her to make herself more comfortable.
dara:
d10: per+alert: 6,3,8,4,9,5,3,
Abbey Randelle: *mm. candy sweet. a
cordial smile,the girls hand chill as she's on high alert, the commotion nearby
drawiing her eyes as she withdraws her hand, murmering to Surly* Indeed. I would
enjoy sparring with you again Miss Surly. *speaking of dallying too long. she
glances up to ingvar, hand on his arm* Perhaps we should depart..
Aerin Thomas: He looks over to the
argument, and then back. "Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen." He pulls away from
the group and approaches the arguing duo.
Jasper: *Jasper's gaze flicks in the direction of Ing
and his group, then back to Aly and Mark, a soft whisper to Joc..* "If anything
starts stay behind me, alright?"
Jocelyn Pasqual: *Muttered* And they want
to string me the fuck up for whispering shit?
Craven: He of course takes each
offered hand in kind, looking each of them in the eyes as he shakes their hand.
"No need to be all polite, and its not Mr. It's just Craven."
Jocelyn Pasqual: *Nodding to Jasper, still
watching*
Mark Souma: *He grits his teeth, glaring
at the girl.* This stupid little bitch HIT me, *he snaps to the approaching
Aerin.*
dara -> Aerin Thomas: (think with that
roll shed notice the webcam kiara has out mebbe? if so she nudges aerin to point
it out to him)
dara -> Aerin Thomas: (neeevermind)
Aerin Thomas -> dara: ((Yeah, but
Aerin's busy trying to stop the duo from killing each other to worry about the
webcam. *S*))
Surly: *eyes the commotion,pondering. nah,
they're kids. not worth her energy, and doubtful she'd get a good bout out of
it* i'm hungry. i'm going for food. anyone else interested, a good place is this
way. *and simply heads off, coat flapping about her with that wet snap good
leather makes*
Kiara Trapani: Despite the little rucus
going on, Kiara doesn't look up from her laptop, just smiling about something.
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa's eyes widen on
Aerin. A stranger.. but at least one who hasn't done anything to her. Glaring at
Mark, she steps close to Aerin. Still speaking to the boy "You had no right.
Savage. I pray here for a reason. You'll be punished for your crimes against the
gods."
Aerin Thomas: "I noticed." He nods to Mark
and stops up short, looking from one to the other. "Hi. What's up?"
Surly: *she does manage to stick around
long enough to do the shaking hand thing*
dara: um.....mr urgahaldt?*motioning to
him briefly so she can murmur something to him*
Craven: Craven watches Aerin
head off, then looks to Surly as she heads away and then over to Ingvar and
Abbey. "I would hate to impost you know."
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa reaches a hand
into her bag, rummaging around "I'm calling Joshua."
Mark Souma: *He rolls his eyes.* Girl's
cutting herself up in the middle of the park, looks crazy, I tell her to stop,
take a less bloody ceremony, then I offer her a helping hand, and she just goes
ballistic on me. Savage, my ass.
Aerin Thomas: "Miss Kostapoulos...would
you perchance mean Joshua Coil? As in, regarding the arrangement in the city?"
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa nods, irritated
"He told me to call him if anyone messed with me in the park." She glares at
Mark.
Abbey Randelle: *she watches after Surly,
before turning to her companions, silent*
Jocelyn Pasqual: Maybe you shouldn't have
scared him away from me. *Absently to Jasper, head rested on his shoulder, eyes
not leaving the three*
Aerin Thomas: "I'm a representative of the
same arrangement. We've met once, here in Battery. I'm Aerin...I had my daughter
with me."
Ingvar Urgahaldt: Mmm.. a rumbled murmur to Abbey, his eyes shift to the small, growing altercation.. seems little more than- ah... his eyes shift seamlessly back to the small group around him.* Perhaps.. Craven.. you may be inclined to join myself, and the ladies for a small outing? If this is your first time in New York, I can recommend a fine cafe not far from here.. *His attention sweeps to Abbey, though a careful eye remains on the group a distance away.* Is the female... an aquaintance?
Jasper: *He glances to Joc, then back to the three...*
"Didnt scare him off..."
dara: mr urgahaldt.....*a little more
desperate now motioning to him*
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa blinks up to
Aerin, a tad confused but with a hint of recognition. She starts a ramble in
gaelic, assuming that he'll understand.
Mark Souma: *He sighs, and rolls his
eyes.* How am I supposed to... dammit all. *He rubs his forehead.* If I fucked
up, I fucked up. Know a few people in Chinatown. I can take the hits.
Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((Comp trouble.)) *He
leans down to Dara to hear what she has to say.* It is no imposition, Craven-
you are of course welcome.
Abbey Randelle: We are newly aquianted.
yes Ingvar. Miss Kostapoulos. She shares certain undesirable traits with the
late Mr. Jordan. *she murmers politely*
Jocelyn Pasqual: Yep. You're a bully.
*Expression flat, though there's a hint of teasing in her tone*
Aerin Thomas:
d10: Int+Linguistics: 5,10,3,2,3,3,
Craven: "I don't mind tagging
along, it is good to get to know people." he says with a hint of a smile. "Thank
you for the invitaation. And no, I'm here alone... the rest of my friends are
elsewhere at the moment."
Aerin Thomas:
d10: Specialty: Bright: 10,
Aerin Thomas:
d10: Specialty Again: 5,
dara: *when he leans down she murmurs
quickly, pointing towards one of the benches with a raised brow*
Jasper: *He chuckles softly to that, though he keeps an
eye on the three, mostly Alyssa though..
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa will continue her
irritated ramble until Aerin motions for her to stop.
Aerin Thomas: He frowns a little. "Miss
Kostapoulos...please, calm down. If we could take this back to English...I'm
getting the general idea, but not the exacts."
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He murmurs back to Dara.*
Abbey Randelle: *she raises a thin snow
white eyebrow at Dara speaking so intimately with the man who's arm she's
adourning. the slightest puse of lips as the delicate albino holds herself with
utmost deccorum, a picture of poise in white*
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa frowns and takes
the bandage off her arm. Showing Aerin where she'd just cut herself. The wound
being entirely gone. She glares back to Mark.
Mark Souma: I don't know what this crazy
woman's babbling on about. She's keeping a knife on her, and waving it,
chanting. All bloody. Probably someone else's blood, maybe goat's. Weird
ceremony shit. *He holds up his hands.*
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Standing again, he
gestures toward the same direction Surly had left in..* It would seem Ms.
Schulyer had the idea to begin with... shall we?
Aerin Thomas: He looks at the unblemished
skin, and then back to Mark.
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa continues her mean
glare to Mark "I'll have you know.. I can't ~find~ a goat.. thank you very much.
Hmph."
Craven: "Of course." he says
with a little laugh.
Jasper: *Jasper tilts his head slightly, a glance going in
the direction of Ing and co, then he looks back to the other three...
Mark Souma:
d10: Manip+Subterfuge: 3,5,8,7,6,
dara: demmit...*biting her lip hard when
she doesnt see kiara around anymore, sighing, she looks to ingvar and shrugs,
shaking her head*
Aerin Thomas: He sighs, and looks around.
This is WAY too public. "I think this can probably be resolved best if we head
to a more private locale. If you don't mind...there's a club not far away."
Aerin Thomas:
d10: Per+Subterfuge: 5,2,6,9,3,9,5,
Abbey Randelle: *an inclination of her
head* I would be delighted. *she falls into step beside the tall Lord, moving
fluidly as liquid silver*
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa nods, wrapping an
arm around Aerin's. Sticking close just in case the boy did anything else to
her. She blinks innocently up to Aerin.
Aerin Thomas: He glances back at Ingvar,
Craven and company as they head off, sighing a little.
Jocelyn Pasqual: *Sighing again, rolling her eyes a little*
Mark Souma: *He grumbles, and lights
another cigarette, following behind. Muttering under his breath about the
'stupid ungrateful bitch.'*
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He seems to assume that
Dara will be accompanying, in any case, the force of the man's presence seems at
least to include her. Catching Aerin's eye, he points to the cafe discreetly, as
though indicating where they will be.*
dara: *shaking her head, she waves off
ingvar and abbey and craven, muttering oddly under her breath as if upset with
something, hopskipping to catch up with aerin unless he gives her a look not to*
Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((DLP))
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa clings to Aerin,
subconsciously asking for protection. She sways her hips teasingly when she
notes Mark behind them.
Aerin Thomas: He moves to head out, on to
the Concerto Club. Work calls.
Craven: Craven just follows
along, watching those with Ingvar without seeming all that troubled about
following behind them.
Jasper: *He watches them move off, then looks to Joc and
smiles to her...* "Now, what are you wanting to eat?"
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He seems to assume that
Dara will be accompanying, in any case, the force of the man's presence seems at
least to include her. Catching Aerin's eye, he disengages from Abbey with smooth
decorum.* A moment, please... *The young Lord moves with the grace of a finely
crafted machine to Aerin's side. A powerful hand settles on his shoulder for a
moment as he leans in to murmur.* The au' lait, (a cafe near battery) if you
would like.. unless you believe this will keep you..?
Aerin Thomas: He looks up to Ingvar, and
nods. "We'll see. Thanks for the invitation."
Abbey Randelle: *she continues on, a
polite smile to Craven and Dara.. she knows where they are going, and the
handsome hungarian would catch up*
Ingvar Urgahaldt: mm.. *a glance back to
Craven's attire.. no. He could not get in at this hour, dressed like that.. he
glances back to Aerin, nods, and moves off to rejoin the group.*
dara: *she keeps on with aerin and alyssa
and mark unless shes shooed off like some annoying bird*
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Long strides eat up
ground- though he seems in no particular hurry.*
Aerin Thomas: He looks to Dara and,
regretfully, shakes his head. This is business.
Craven: Craven watches Aerin as
he goes off with the little group, his dark eyes holding to them and then
thoughtful expression passes over his face before he just turns and heads to
catch up to Abbey.
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa keeps her gaze
to the grass. Eyes like the man had just run over her dear grandmother with a
tank.. and not simply healed a wound of hers. She looks distraught. Helpless, as
she continues to cling to Aerin.
dara: *sighing, she pauses when she gets
the head shake, furrows her brows, and turns off to head with ingvar and company
then....if anything she could look at those catalogs summore*
Abbey Randelle: *Abbey flicks pale eyes
back to Ingvar, before slipping from the park towards the cafe* ((dt restuaraunt
peeps))
Aerin Thomas: He puts his hand on Alyssa's
arm, a comforting gesture, and leads her and Mark out of the park. ((Off 2
Concerto, guys?))
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *The young Lord
catches up smoothly, rumbling again.* My apologies... Mr. Thomas is something of
a caretaker of things, you see. If he is able he should be along in time.
Alyssa Kostapoulos: (*nods* lemme hit up the
little iris' room an i'll be right there))
CONCERTO CLUB
Aerin Thomas: He leads Mark and Alyssa
into the side alley and up to the door, pushing the intercom button. He waits
there a moment, allowing Alyssa to hang off of him, while the Security checks
them out via the camera over the door.
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa continues to
indeed hang off Aerin.
Mark Souma: *In his pockets, the lighter,
the cigarettes, a pair of sterile forceps...*
Aerin Thomas: The door opens, and he heads
in, nodding to the Security who opens the door. He looks back to Alyssa and
Mark, as he heads toward the office. "I'm taking you guys to see Jody Yu, the
manager of the Concerto. She's in charge of the Treaty."
Mark Souma: *He looks over to Alyssa,
and then snorts, looking away from her, crossing his arms.* Whatever. I did NOT
do anything wrong.
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa clings tigtly to
Aerin with a nod, flashing a glare over her shoulder to Mark "Savage.." she
mutters.
Mark Souma: Bitch, *he sneers back to her,
his lip curling.*
Aerin Thomas: "People, please." He leads
them through the twisting hallway, up to the office door, knocking.
Mark Souma: She started it, *he mutters
caustically, looking up to the door.*
Ravyn:
((Switching to ST nick so as not to have to have two browsers open))
"Come in," comes the voice behind the door. Aerin opens the door, revealing Jody
behind her desk. The small Asian woman is dressed in her simple, elegant evening
dress, in her usual Concerto get up. She looks up and smiles, rising to her
feet.
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa follows Aerin,
glancing hesitantly in the office. She seems to ignore Mark's comment all
together.
Mark Souma: *His eyes widen slightly, and
then, THEN he grows a bit submissive, perhaps. His chin lowers, and raises once
again.*
Ravyn: "Mr.
Thomas...good to see you."
Aerin nods respectfully to Jody. "Evening, Jody. A situation occurred within
Battery Park. I'll let them introduce themselves and explain." He moves to a
spot on the side of the room, waiting there.
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa extends a
girlish hand to Jody in introduction "My name is Alyssa Kostapoulos." she states
with a proud incline of the chin.
Mark Souma: *He looks over to Alyssa.* You
start.
Mark Souma: ((DLP))
Ravyn: Jody
nods to Aerin, and then looks from Mark to Alyssa. "Good evening. My name is
Jody Yu, and I am the Manager of the Concerto Club and the Neutral Party, which
runs the Treaty here in New York." She moves around the desk, to extend a hand
to Mark, then Alyssa.
Mark Souma: *He takes the hand, watching
her carefully.*
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa fidgets with the thick strap of her heavy bag, shifting her weight with a tense motion. "Jody Yu.. I was praying in Battery Park. Michelle told me that no one would mess with me there. So I thought it a safe place to pay homage to the Moirai."
Alyssa Kostapoulos: "After I made my gift
to the gods.. one of self sacrifice.." She scowls down to her unscathed arm,
then motions back to Aerin "He saw it. I had a cut. It was for the gods.. And
Mark took it from them. He healed me without my permission. I was violated by
this.. savage."
Ravyn: She
nods, gesturing to seats for Alyssa and Mark both as she mvoes back around to
sit at her desk. She nods to Aerin, who smiles briefly and slips to the door.
Jody's got this covered...he has business to conduct. A comforting hand to
Alyssa's shoulder, and he nods without hostility to Mark, on the way to the
door.
Mark Souma: Souma Marcus, *he murmurs,
when Alyssa is done.* She was cutting on herself in public. Police pass through
the park all the time. Don't care where you are in this City. I warned her about
her being potentially locked up. I didn't do it to interfere with her ceremony,
I did it so she wouldn't be dragged away.*
Ravyn: Aerin
slips out the door, and Jody turns her attention from Alyssa to Mark, listening
quietly, her expression polite and serene.
Alyssa Kostapoulos: When Mark starts
talking, Alyssa slinks back into a seat, setting her overstuffed bag on the
floor with a tiny exhale now that the weight is off her tiny frame.
Jody Yu: "I see." She nods to Mark, and then
looks between them. "So, if I understand the situation correctly, Miss
Kostapoulos was performing a religious observation...one with practices that
would likely raise eyebrows, at least, and Souma-San, observing the situation,
healed Miss Kostapoulos without her consent, correct?" No judgment whatsoever in
her tone...she's just sseeking clarification.
Mark Souma: Well, when you put it THAT
way, *he says with a wrinkle of his nose.*
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa adds her two cents
"I am always careful not to draw the attention of the local authorities. I was
under the impression that this country bore freedom for all religious practices.
He said nothing throughout my entire ceremony.. then performed magic on me
without informing me.. or asking permision. He took my gift intended for the
gods. At the time that he took it.. I was already bandaged up.. not being drug
off." She glares to Mark.
Damon: He glides
into the room with cat-soft steps, white rose held loosely in one hand, nodding
to Jody and taking in the rest of the room in a quick sweep before everyone gets
studied more slowly. He circles aound the side of the room to stand behind Jody,
all regal grace. His long white-blonde hair is loose, spilling over the black
tuxedo in dramatic contrast. Only the white shirt keeps it from seeming truly
white instead of pale, pale gold. His face is striking, spared delicacy by
something a little too feral to be feminine and beautiful. Pale husky blue eyes
full of curiousity, but also a restrained playfulness. All of his energy forced
into containment leaves him with an edge of unsetting unpredictability, as if he
might shake hands or draw a weapon with equal probability. The sense of danger
seems off somehow in combination with his staure, 5'11 isn't tiny, but there are
far more frightening looking people on the street than a young man of that
height built like a dancer.
Mark Souma: A big bloody bandage on your
arm, like THAT'S not noticeable. *He rolls his eyes.* Lady, you're crazy.
Jody Yu: "Merely seeking clarification,
Souma-San." She nods to him, and then looks to Alyssa. "I do understand. I would
submit to you that while Souma-San actions were viewed as offensive to you, and
in retrospect, it is perhaps understandable, as from what I am gathering it is
not the blood which is your offering, but your entire act of sacrifice...from
what I am hearing, he acted as he did without the intent to nullify your ritual,
and instead to aid you. Perhaps he should have sought clarification as to the
ritual, but he certainly did not do it with the desire to take your gift to the
gods. Do you see what I mean?"
Jody Yu: She looks up as Damon comes in,
offering him a polite smile and a nod. "Good evening, Damon. Souma Marcus,
Alyssa Kostopoulos...I'd like you to meet Damon, a member of the Concerto Club's
staff."
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa glares at Mark,
bringing her knees up to her chest in a non-ladylike pose considering the short
length of her robe. She becomes tense when the other man enters. She murmers in
mark's direction "You had no RIGHT. I was fine. Nothing has happened so far. And
if the barbarian authorities paid note to my wound, I would have made something
up. Don't take me for a fool." Eyes narrow further, voice holding a strong
constitution "And i'm NOT crazy."
Damon: He
nods to each of them, blinking and then looking away from Alyssa with a little
cough at the position.
Mark Souma: *He looks up to Damon, and he
does not get as much respect as Jody, really. but a definite look.*
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa blinks up to Damon
with a respectful nod and a halfsmile. Maybe he understood. She keeps her
position, oblivious that it might be a poor one.
Jody Yu: She's quiet, awaiting a response
from Alyssa, confirmation or denial of her position.
Alyssa Kostapoulos: She looks over to Jody
innocently "I understand that Mark acted out of ignorance.. and disrespect."
Mark Souma: *His eyes widen, and his jaw
tightens, and he points at Alyssa, as if to say wordlessly, "you SEE how
infuriating she's being?"*
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa blinks
oblivioiusly to the pointed finger, head tilting curiously "What? I'm not
blaming you.. you were probably raised a savage. You should learn from your
mistakes"
Damon: Damon
nearly chokes at such a show of spirit from the tiny girl, which turns into a
little clearing of his throat and a smirk.
Mark Souma: YOU were raised as a savage
based on MY culture, b... *He pauses, and bites back the profanity.*
Damon: "Hey
now," he says smoothly. "None of that. These things do escalate, and I would
hate to ruin another tux. It's an expensive habit." His voice is pitched to be
soothing, not chiding.
Jody Yu: "Miss Kostopoulos. Souma-San. I'll
ask you, please, to not let this fall into incivility." She remains polite,
though there is a touch of authority to her tone.
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa gives a tiny
nod to Mark, looking entirely comfortable with his statement "That's because
you're not aversed with the ways of the Helene. If you were.. You wouldn't have
made the mistake you did today." She gives a friendly smile to the boy "I don't
see why you think so lowly of me.. I could have stabbed you for it. I thought
about doing so. But unlike ~some~ people.." She says with a smirk ".. I know
better than to act without thinking."
Mark Souma: *He snorts.* SHE'S being rude.
You telling me I can't defend myself? I don't think lowly of you. I think your
religion is FINE AND F... fine and dandy. But you need to realize there are
places where people will lock you up. And those places WHERE they lock you up
they'll find out about what you can do. And when they find out about what you
can do, they won't be nice about it. They'll try to change you.
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa glares at the man
"I've yet to be rude. I've been completely honest. And you know NOTHING about
what I can do. You're wrong to make such crude assumptions."
Jody Yu: "Souma-San...Miss Kostopoulos. I
must ask you stop addressing one another, at this time. You make my presence
here unnecessary when you argue among yourselves as if I was not here. In which
case, as neither of you are yet members of the Treaty, I will have to ask you to
leave, and settle this matter however you see fit, as long as it is done outside
the Neutral Zone."
Mark Souma: I'm not making assumptions
about you! *he growls.* I'm making FACTUALIZED GUESSES at what OTHERS will react
with.
Mark Souma: *He sighs.* Sorry, Jody-sama.
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa gives a respectful
nod to the woman "I apologize Jody Yu. I'll ignore him." She smiles and hugs her
knees to her chest.
Jody Yu: A momentary pause, and she nods to
them both, before looking to Marcus. "Souma-San...I understand that you wished
to aid the woman. And a desire to ease one's pain is admirable. I would submit
to you that while it is important to ease pain in a city where there is so much,
that sometimes, easing such pain has detrimental effects, and that any use of
talents must be concensual if you desire to help the individual. You surely did
not know that you would be taking Miss Kostapoulos's gift to the gods away, and
your desire to help her avoid persuction by authorities who would not understand
what she was doing is admirable...but it could not have hurt to ask if you could
look at the wound, see if you can help with it, before doing it. Do you see what
I mean?"
Mark Souma: Yes, Jody-Sama. *His head
lowers to her, eyes closing.*
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa rubs her
forearm, where she knows her cut should be. She frowns.
Jody Yu: She smiles to Mark, and looks
between them both. "I believe this was a situation created by a desire to help,
and nothing more. An intent to hinder was nowhere within this situation. And I
think, as a lesson has been learned, we can consider this situation a learning
experience for all?"
Mark Souma: *He scowls, and looks over to
Alyssa, but lowers his head quickly again.* Yes, Jody-sama.
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa gives a faint Hmph.
She thinks.. the only thing I've learned is that her family was right about the
savages from the east. She puts her feet back to the floor and leans over to
take up her bag, lifting it over her head.
Alyssa Kostapoulos: (my, not her. *slaps
forehead*)
Jody Yu: "Do you consider this to be an
amicable resolution, Miss Kostapoulos?"
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa gives a tiny
nod, standing with a stretch of the arms "If he performs magic on me again..
without my permission.. I will stab him."
Mark Souma: And if she tries to stab me,
I'll make sure she regrets it, *he says sourly.*
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa gives an
innocent smile over to Mark "Perhaps I should ask the gods to grant me access to
your mind. Remove some of those hostile tendencies you have toward me. You
know.. as an act of kindness as yours was."
Jody Yu: "As neither of you are members of
the treaty to my knowledge, you are within your rights to resolve the situation
however you wish," she says. "However, should you be within the bounds of the
Demilitarized zone from Liberty Street south, and a member of the Neutral Party
comes across it, they will stop you both."
Damon: He
glances at Jody. He's up to escorting them out, or just watiching them. Either
way, it beats MTV.
Mark Souma: *He arches an eyebrow at
Alyssa, and he gives a savage grin.* Baby, better have tried and failed.
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa nods to Jody "I
don't wish to kill him if it's not his time to go. But I will defend myself if I
feel him using magic on me. It's inappropriate. Especially since i've informed
him that i don't care for his aid."
Jody Yu: "You shall not use such mental
abilities, Miss Kostapoulos, within the bounds of the Concerto Club, or within
the Demilitarized Zone. As to the rest...I understand your position, and would
not disagree that if he uses abilities in such a way as you do not wish, it
would be appropriate to retaliate, as now the situation is clear."
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa nods and starts
for the door. She gives a girlish glance back to Damon with an innocent bat of
the lashes "Damon.. will you walk with me?"
Mark Souma: I won't heal 'er. If she's
lying bleeding in a ditch I'll just assume it's ceremonial from now on.
Damon: "Uh. I'm
technically working. Though if Ms. Yu wishes I could escort you to where you are
going."
Jody Yu: She nods to Damon. "If you would not
mind escorting Miss Kostapoulos out, that would be fine, thank you."
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa gives a bright
smile to the woman "Thank you Jody Yu. It was nice meeting you." She turns to
Mark, trying to think of something nice to say.. unsuccessfully. She turns back
to the door and opens it.
Damon -> Jody Yu:
And if he really wanted to go, he would have
basically informed Jody he was leaving. But he doesn't often leave the Concerto.
And to her knowledge NEVER the demilitarized zone.
Damon: "Very
well, Ms. Yu. I will escort her from our territory." He nods to Jody and Mark,
then offers his arm to Alyssa.
Mark Souma: *It is clear he doesn't see
that justice was done, though he does wait for Alyssa to leave, escorted out.
Only then does he rise, biting back profanity.*
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa wraps her arm
girlishly around Damon's. Waiting to be led away.
Jody Yu: "Souma-San...if you would allow me a
moment."
Damon: He leads
her from the Concerto, lancing at her as they reach the street. "Which way?"
Mark Souma: *He pauses, and turns back to
her.* Yes, Jody-sama?
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa looks left.. then
right.. Seeming to have no real clue from where they are. She turns to the man
smiling innocently "I live in Queens. You don't have to take me the whole way
there. I just wanted to make sure that savage didn't attack me on my way out."
She gives the man's arm a tiny squeeze "I appreciate your kindness."
Damon: "I'll
take you as far as the ends of neutral ground, but that is as far as my
protection extends." He heads toward Queens, leading her along. It's rather like
being led by a statue. For all he looks at her like he's considering tasting
her, he acts otherwise the part of a perfect gentleman.
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa leans her head on
the man's arm, walking comfortably alongside. After a pause, she looks curioisly
up to Damon "You're not greek, are you?" Couldn't hurt to ask.. maybe..
Jody Yu: "Allow me to say that I very much
understand your position. And I also agree with your desire to protect Miss
Kostapoulos from the mortal authorities. I simply did not feel that anyone
should be punished over this miscommunication. Do you disagree?" She's honestly
asking, no leading in that statement.
Damon: "Maybe a
little. I'm not sure."
Alyssa Kostapoulos: She tilts her head up to
Damon "How are you not sure? Do you not speak with your family?"
Mark Souma: No, no disagreement, Jody-sama,
*he says, lowering his head.* I didn't think, though, that all Europeans were
such savages.
Damon: "I don't
recall my childhood." He says this as though it does not matter at all.
Jody Yu: "Not all are." She shakes her head.
"It is a matter of cultural differences, I believe."
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa gives the man's
arm another gentle squeeze. "That must be terrible for you. I have such
wonderful memories from my own." she blinks to the ground, thinking "I do have..
a few blank portions though. None of them that early on."
Mark Souma: And she can only see hers. *He
mutters. and then sighs.* I was rude to her. I'm sorry.
Damon: "I have
never found it any hinderance, and by what I am given to understand it may well
be a blessing." He shrugs. "I have many pleasant memories, they simply are not
from before the age of eight or nine. I have no sad memories either. It is as if
my life started later than yours, nothing more and nothing less."
Jody Yu: "No apology is necessary to me,
Souma-San." She smiles. "I thank you very much for your time. Is there anything
else I may assist you with?"
Mark Souma: Maybe, Jody-sama. I'm... I
know Chinatown, there's frequencies of ... mine's presence. And I've been
looking around Central Park, and the wolf territory, but I need to get
associated. *He wrinkles his nose.* My mother told me I have to.
Alyssa Kostapoulos: "So... do you not speak
with your family?" She asks with a genuine curiosity.
Damon: "I was
adopted. I do still speak with my adopted mother. But as far as biological
family...I do not know who they are."
Jody Yu: She listens, not entirely
understanding, but likely getting some of the gist. "Of course. To clarify, you
are searching for members of your own group in question to associate with?"
Alyssa Kostapoulos: She nods, giving a bright
smile up to the man "That's good. I don't know what I'd do without my family."
She gives a tiny sigh, leaning girlishly against the man as they walk.
Mark Souma: Yes, *he says, with a slight
hiss of the S between his teeth.* Not... really the Courts, to speak of, as from
what I've seen of them... pretty unimpressive at this point.
Damon: He nods,
fals silent a moment, and then stops. "You're on your own from here. You
alright, or should we call you a taxi?"
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa bites her lip,
looking around the area "I'll be fine, I think. Thank you, Damon." She leans up
to kiss the man's cheek breifly before backing away with a bright smile. "I'll
see you again, right?"
Damon: "It is
not outside the realm of possibility."
Alyssa Kostapoulos: She gives a tiny laugh at
his stern demeanor. "Are you always like this? Or only when you're working?"
Damon: "I'm
never the same twice, I don't think. The world never stays the same so I have to
change with it, or I'll die."
Jody Yu: "I see." She nods slightly. "At this
point, I must beg ignorance, and ask exactly who your assocation would otherwise
be with?"
Alyssa Kostapoulos: She maintains a bright
smile on the man, fidgeting with the thick strap of her heavy bag "Change is
good. And it's a sin to die before your time."
Mark Souma: Well, I guess with the Beast
Courts, if anything else, to create links. *He blinks, and watches her.* Ohh,
not the wolves. Wolves are CRAZY. I'm only mildly insane.
Damon: "Or
after." He chuckles. "Very tricky."
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa grins at the man
when he chuckles "You're cute when you laugh. You should do it more often." She
gives a friendly wave and starts to skip away.. Her tiny robe bouncing up
farther than it should, showing off her scarred thighs.
Damon: He smiles
and heads back to the Concerto.
Jody Yu: "The only such association I am
aware of in this city would be the Court of One Hundred Blossoms."
Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa bounces down the
sidewalk and oddly enough into a dark alley.
Mark Souma: And where is that? *he asks
curiously.*
Jody Yu: She gives the location (('Cause
sadly, I forget right now)).
Alyssa Kostapoulos: (danke danke, all!)
Jody Yu: ((*HUgs on*))
Mark Souma: ((Byeeeeeeee!))
Mark Souma: I'll check it out. Might be a
lead. thank you, Jody-sama.
Jody Yu: "You are most welcome, Souma-San. I
am happy to help."
Mark Souma: *He nods, and smiles,
following it up with a deep bow. The punk kid bowing to her, respectfully. And
he speaks in Japanese.* It is always pleasant to know that there is someone in
this savage city with common sense.
Jody Yu: She rises and returns the bow. ~Jap~
"You honor me with your words, Souma-San. Good Evening."
Mark Souma: *He raises only after she
does, and then he turns to exit.*
Jody Yu: And with Mark leaving, a staff
member shows him to the door, as Jody gets back to her work.