Joshua Coil: *It's a lovely day, really. Wonderful. He shivers. It's close, a wonderful, marvellous day where everyone should be out. He looks up, and then around. He misses EVERYTHING. Dammit.*

Joshua Coil: d10: per+alert: 4,8,2,9,2,

Dante Lacostos: The dilo Rom makes his way quietly into Central Park, his brown eyes alert, taking in everything. He is skinny, almost whip-cord thin, olive flesh stretched taught over tight, minimal muscle. He's dressed in a pair of plain, loose jeans, a black t-shirt, his bomber jacket and black boots.

Dante was once exquisite. His body is lean and lithe, packed with tight muscle beneath shining, olive skin. His hair is a warm, sable, so dark a brown that it appears almost black. His eyes are expressive, deep pools of chocolate, a smouldering lust and hatred burning deep in their depths. He was once exquisite, before pain and anger hardened his face, burning their mark into his skin in the form of long healed scars. Three of them run raggedly from his right temple and down his face to just beneath his chin, spaced as though someone had raked nails deep and hard down his flesh.

Dante Lacostos: d10: per alert: 7,2,2,6,10,5,1,

Dante Lacostos: Oh! Coffee! He perks up, a little grin hitting his lips as he heads towards the vendor.

Joshua Coil: *Scars seem to be a common trend today. His own, across his throat, is evident when he looks up. So he lowers his head. Coffee. Gaia BLESS coffee. He trods on over as well.*

Dante Lacostos: Dante shuffles, digging in his pockets, brow furrowing as he shoves both of his hands as deep as he can. He sighs and glances over at Joshua almost sheepishly. "Sastimos, Mr. Coil," he murmurs. "Um...Could I borrow enough for a cup of coffee please?"

Joshua Coil: *He pauses, and nods.* Of course, sir, *he says idly, and he reaches into his back pocket. ALWAYS give coffee to the needy. His wallet. He pulls out the necessary money, and gets his change back. Two cups. No, no sugar for his. Any honey? Yes. Much better.*

Dante Lacostos: Dante takes his as black as possible, sighing happily as the bitter liquid runs down his throat. "Thank you!" He flashes JOsh a small smile and headbutts his shoulder.

Joshua Coil: *He watches that giddy response. Well. It IS coffee. He grunts in response, before drinking his own. Honey-tinged.*

Dante Lacostos: "Coffee is...The food of the goddess," he murmurs, eyes closing in bliss. "It wasn't you the other day you know. It wasn't you that scared me...Made me nervous."

Joshua Coil: *He pauses, his head swivels.* I make everyone nervous, sir, *he says simply, his voice a cacophany of grunts and scratching.*

Dante Lacostos: "You're a little...angry," he agrees, glancing slightly up, hand rubbing at his right cheek, chaffing it. "But it wasn't you, specifically. It was everyone."

Joshua Coil: Oh, *he says thoughtfully.* Then I am sorry... for contributing to your discomfort, sir. *He turns, and walks. A pause, allowing Dante time to catch up.*

Francesco Giardini: Coffee is in fact the drink of the Gods...and he's carrying one, too, as he makes his way into Central Park. It's late in the morning, for him, at least, and he looks around as he walks through the Gate and hoofs it through the paths. High-time he met some people.

Lean and hungry. Poised and dangerous. That’s the words that come to mind when looking upon him. He cuts a striking figure, standing just under six feet and weighing around 160 to 170 pounds. He has a full face, just a hint of tan to otherwise fair skin, frame by shortly cropped, brown hair, a professional cut. Brown eyes carry a look of cocky intelligence to them…this isn’t some mook off the street, this man was born into greatness, and he knows it. He’s dressed in a Italian wool suit, charcoal grey, with vest and a silk tie. Black cap shoes complete the ensemble. He’s got an attitude to him…a look that’s not quite arrogance, not quite simple confidence, but somewhere in between. The world is his…it just needs to realize it.

Joshua Coil: d10: per+alert: 10,2,5,4,4,

Joshua Coil: *His not yet caffeinated mind observes people entering, but does not put much note to them as of yet.*

Dante Lacostos: He does, falling into step just behind the bigger man. "In case you didn't get my name the other night, I'm Dante," he says, offering his hand.

Dante Lacostos: d10: per alert: 5,7,2,8,4,10,7,

Dante Lacostos: Aaaaaaand he slowly starts to stiffen, eyes settling on the mafia type with a sigh.

Francesco Giardini: d10: Per+Alert: 3,6,8,2,

Joshua Coil: *He looks down at the hand offered, and takes it. An almost gentle handshake.* Joshua. *Simple. To the point. He follows the man's eyes, however, and he squints.* You know that one, sir?

Dante Lacostos: "Hai," he answers softly, nodding. "We've had...an altercation because I was dilo enough to speak my mind regarding a female friend's behavior."

Francesco Giardini: He glances around, his eyes coming to rest on Dante and Joshua. He smirks a little bit...just his luck. Ahh, well. It makes sense. He makes his way over to them, chin tilting upward to Dante as he looks Joshua over. "Hey. How you doin'?"

Joshua Coil: *He looks back.* An altercation that led to physical force, or simply threatening words, sir?

Joshua Coil: *His head swivels back to Giardini, and he gives a slight raise of his chin in greeting.* It is a good day.

Dante Lacostos: He shrugs helplessly at Joshua as Francesco comes over. "Sastimos," he murmurs, fighting to keep his eyes on the man.

Francesco Giardini: He looks around the park, and up at the sky, then shrugs back to Joshua. "We'll see...it's still young, right?"

Joshua Coil: And it should be a good day, *he says thoughtfully.* Work, then I go home to two attractive women. *He's being honest.*

Dante Lacostos: Dante almost chokes on his coffee and then shrugs. A day dallying in the park and then he goes home to two attractive women and two attractive men, sometimes three. It could be worse.

Francesco Giardini: He chuckles to that. "Sounds like a good day to me." Dante's being...not ignored, exactly. Just not really addressed.

Joshua Coil: *He looks back down.* Sir? Is there someone you are looking for? *he asks frankly.*

Dante Lacostos: He frowns and sighs, rubbing at his cheek as he regards Francesco from behind his hair.

Francesco Giardini: He shrugs a little bit. "Ehh. Not anyone specific, no. Just heard good things about this place, told it was I place I should definitely stop by. Thought I'd finally do it." He looks inward, more toward the center of the park.

Dante Lacostos: "My...Cousin?"

Francesco Giardini: A little nod to Dante. "We know where we stand. And you know what'll happen, I hear about you talkin' to women the way you were. Beyond that...we're straight." The slightest quirk of a smile at that.

Francesco Giardini: "The little guy. One who was all takin' your side and shit. Johnny, or whatever."

Dante Lacostos: He rolls his eyes slightly and sighs. "I was speaking to Jocelyn the way I was because I'm worried about her. I dont' want her to be hurt."

Dante Lacostos: Mention of Johnny flushes his cheeks a nice, deep red and he rubs at the scars again. "Jez is good."

Joshua Coil: *His eyes flick back and forth. What did he miss? Jocelyn. Oh. His eyes narrow at her name.*

Francesco Giardini: "You need to learn some tact, then." Yes, this, the guy who was practically waving his gun around to Dante in the street the other night, is lecturing the man about tact. "'cause you don't treat women that way. You don't insult 'em"

Joshua Coil: Maybe some women need to be insulted. *There is a tic in his jaw.*

Dante Lacostos: "Jocelyn takes a lot of things as insults that aren't ever intended to be," he mumbles, dropping his eyes, shifting a little closer to josh.

Joshua Coil: This... Jocelyn also delivers insult when she should not, and does not show respect to the people she should be.

Francesco Giardini: A raised brow to the both of them. "I think that telling her that...what was it? You ignore her because she begs and simpers, and isn't a proper young lady, and she don't know you're..." He stops himself...he did promise not to use that word, after all, and he holds to that. "Yeah." He shrugs. "Just remember...still stands, all right?" He shrugs, and turns toward the park after glancing to Joshua. "Nice meetin' you."

Dante Lacostos: "Gay. Gay is the appropriate word not fag."

Joshua Coil: *He clears his throat, and watches Giardini.* Some people are not what they seem, sir. Though I do not think any of us would physically hurt her.

Francesco Giardini: "Gay's happy...and you obviously ain't happy. Don't like to get those words confused, ya know." He looks at Joshua, and smirks a little. "Yeah. I know people ain't what they seem, trust me."

Dante Lacostos: He blinks. "How do you know i'm not happy?"

Joshua Coil: *He rubs his forehead. Too frustrating. Too much thinking.*

Francesco Giardini: "Call it a hunch."

Dante Lacostos: He shrugs, shifting his weight again. "Yeah. So. Just...When you get to know Joce, you'll understand."

Joshua Coil: I have to speak with her, *he murmurs.* About how she treats my employer.

Dante Lacostos: "Your employer?"

Francesco Giardini: "Yeah, we'll see." He shrugs a little bit, nothing in his stance that indicates he has faith that Dante's prediction will come true.

Joshua Coil: Yes, *he says calmly.* AND my family.

Dante Lacostos: "Oh." He blinks and nods. "Familia is important. More important then almost anything," he says, thinking about Corbin.

Francesco Giardini: He nods at that. Something they can actually all agree on.

Joshua Coil: You do not insult family, *he murmurs.* Or business partners.

Dante Lacostos: "Ah. Jocelyn insulted your empolyer. Your family."

Joshua Coil: Yes, *he says, in the frustrated way that speaks volumes of "didn't I just say that?"*

Francesco Giardini: He looks between them, quiet as he sips at his coffee, a hand going into his pocket to withdraw a smoke.

Dante Lacostos: He flinches and steps back quickly. "I was more saying that...i just...She's..."He trails off and sighs, shrugging. "Maybe I should go."

Joshua Coil: She needs to watch who she talks to, otherwise someone will rip that tongue out of her mouth. Someone with less patience than I.

Jez: He walks through the park, a steaming mug of lemon tea in hand that he balances carefully so as not to spill, taking delicate sips.

Francesco Giardini: Yeah, there's been more then enough hints thrown back and forth here...he's pretty much picked up on the score. "That'd be a highly unfortunate thing," he mentions to Joshua.

Dante Lacostos: d10: per alert: 6,2,2,6,1,1,5,

Jez: ~He is this time in a suit of buttercream silk, elegant and refined. Not custom tailored to those with a discerning eye, but not the usual off-the-rack trash. His full length black leather trench on this chilly morning.~

Dante Lacostos: And Dante is so nervously focused on Francesco and Joshua that he misses Jez entirely.

Jez: d10: alert: 7,1,3,5,8,1,2,

Joshua Coil: It would be, *he says quite calmly, to Giardini.* I have not met her yet. Tell her to keep her eyes open, please? And her mouth shut when it needs be.

Jez: He is, in fact, passing directly by Dante and doesn't notice him. Or anyone. Because a young girl is not far away walking a very adorable black lab puppy and Jez is grinning at it, enchanted.

Joshua Coil: d10: per+alert: 9,6,3,10,2,

Joshua Coil: *But he notes the kin passing by. He finishes off his coffee.*

Francesco Giardini: d10: Per+Alert: 8,5,4,3,

Jez: "Awwww, isn't he the cutest thing..." Squatting down not far from the trio, petting and making over the happily wriggling ball of fur.

Francesco Giardini: A glance as someone walks by, not paying any real attention to them, and he looks back to Joshua. "Yeah. I see her again, I'll do that."

Jez: He finally stands up as the puppy, who keeps taking a whining glance over at the three others, is wanting to go. He takes a sip of his tea and watches it go, then turns away.

Dante Lacostos: "Joce has the potential to be a good kid. She does. She's just...She's scared. Of everything. And she's defensive. I think she had it pretty rough. I know she...She was a..." He flounders, hands waving as he struggles to find the word. "A prostitute."

Jez: d10: another alert: 6,3,4,7,8,6,5,

Joshua Coil: Thanks, sir, *he mutters, and wrinkles his nose slightly, as if smelling something off. He looks over to Dante once more.* I'm off. got to get to work.

Jez: How in the world did I miss them? A little embarrassed at his oblivion, he nonetheless saunters over, coming up to Dante's right side and inclining his head with respect to Francesco and Joshua. "Good morning, gentlemen," says the voice beside the oblivious Dante.

Joshua Coil: Good morning, *he offers to Jez, before turning to leave.*

Dante Lacostos: He nods, offering Josh a smile and a quick headbutt. "Have a good day, Mr. Coil." And then he blinks, eyes jerking to Jez. He smiles warmly and reaches out, sliding his arm beneath the kin's jacket, drawing him close. "Sastimos."

Francesco Giardini: "Mmm." Now, it makes a little sense. He nods to Joshua. "All right. See you around, eh?" A glance over to Jez, and he nods, lips quirking slightly. "Hey. How you doin'?"

Jez: He runs a hand through the chaos that is his hair, and it sproings up gleefully after the hand passes. His warm brown eyes offset by the soft creaminess of his suit, his general mood only describable as chipper.

Jez: Keeps his decorum even while being drawn in and his smile to Francesco is polite. "Quite well, sir, thank you. I must apologize for my interference the other night. I was out of line."

Jez: The apology first, then the smile to Dante and a carefully pronounced, "Sastimos."

Francesco Giardini: He glances between them, an eyebrow raising. Oh, Christ. He keeps his expression neutral, and shrugs. "Apology accepted, kid. We're cool."

Dante Lacostos: He smiles softly, wonderingly at Jez, blinking as he turns his attention back to Frankie, utterly bewitched.

Jez: He holds his dignity well, no hint of the cheekiness from before. He holds up the mug to Dante. "Tea?"

Dante Lacostos: "Nais tuke," he murmurs, taking the mug and taking a sip, fingers playing idly along the other's hip.

Jez: Fortunately for Francesco's sake, anything Dante might be doing is thoroughly concealed by the long trenchcoat. And Jez keeps his expression steady, a quiet serene smile.

Francesco Giardini: Oh, come ON. He presses his lips together...fuckin' A. "Well, I better get into the park. Get to know some people. You two..." He doesn't have much of a response, so he finsihes with "take it easy."

Jocelyn Pasqual: *On her way in, finding the hour far too early for her liking, hands wrapped around a paper cup of coffee*

Dante Lacostos: "You don't have to go, Frankie," he says, chuckling. "Seriously. If you can deal with my gayness I can deal with the straight mafia vibe you give off."

Jez: "You're welcome," he replies warmly to Dante. "I was on my way to work, but I just remembered they're serving Turkish coffee this morning. I really won't be needing the tea." Turkish coffee. In an office.

Jez: He dips his head respectfully to Francesco as he goes to leave.

Dante Lacostos: "Come to the house tonight, Jez...If you're not busy." He smiles and strokes his fingers along the kin's cheek briefly.

Jez: "As you wish. There is udon still left over, I'll bring it along." He grins at Dante. "If you like Japanese."

Francesco Giardini: He shakes his head and makes his way into the park. Fuckin' faggots...along he walks.

Dante Lacostos: "I've never had it." He shrugs and, glancing briefly at Franki, presses a soft, chaste kiss to Jez's lips.

Jocelyn Pasqual: d10: per, alert: 7,6,9,2,4,

Jez: His eyes dart briefly, startled by the openness. His eyes flick over to Dante, unsure what to say. "It's, um, kitchen sink soup, pretty much." Clears his throat.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Guy from the cafe. Weird guy from the cafe with Dante. She smiles a little, thinking of how she saved him, continuing her slow pace into the park*

Francesco Giardini: Oh, there was a visible shudder from him, at the kiss. His lip curls...unbelievable. He continues to walk away.

Dante Lacostos: "Sorry. This is me." He shrugs, blushing. "Go work."

Jez: He chuckles at Dante. "That's fine, I just don't think it was appreciated by the hapless audience." A brief pause, and then quietly, "I'm not exactly...well, you saw how I can get in public. I have to sort of, well, watch that."

Dante Lacostos: "We'll figure it out, Jez," he murmurs, stroking the kin's cheek gently.

Francesco Giardini: d10: Per+Alert: 6,5,7,5,

Jez: d10: alert: 4,5,4,7,8,4,4,

Jez: "And there's Jocelyn," he murmurs back, nudging Dante.

Francesco Giardini: A glance over his shoulder, and he notices Jocelyn...well, speak of the devil. He smiles a little bit and turns around, watching her. Distinctly...VERY distinctly...avoiding watching the queers.

Dante Lacostos: The blush grows and he turns. "Sastimos, Joce!"

Jez: He nods to Jocelyn with a slight smile, not really knowing her. At all, really.

Jez: He whispers in Dante's ear, "I should go." A kiss on the cheek, gets his mug back, and is on his way. ((*hugs* On to ~sigh~ Work.))

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Sassy...something. She'll have to ask him to teach her some of his words. She smiles brightly, one hand pried from the warm cup to wave* Hi!

Dante Lacostos: "Bye, Jez," he murmurs, fingers sliding reluctantly from beneath the man's coat as he leaves.

Dante Lacostos: ((*SNUGS! bye hon!))

Jocelyn Pasqual: ((*s* bye! have a good day))

Dante Lacostos: He drifts towards Jocelyn, unable to banish the slightly goofy grin. "How are you?"

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Eyes flickering to Francesco, giving him an almost shy smile with her wave*

Francesco Giardini: Well, she seems to be cool with him...that helps. The fact that he's no longer groping a man in public helps, too. He nods to her, heading in her direction. "Hey. How are you?"

Jocelyn Pasqual: Good. *Nodding from one to the other so that the answer covers both* How are you guys? *Giving Dante a strange smile at the grin, before settling her attention on Francesco*

Francesco Giardini: "Ehh. Looks like it's gonna be one-a those weeks, you know?"

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She flashes a smile, laughing softly* Yeah. I totally know.

Dante Lacostos: Dante bumps his shoulder into the attention hound's then drops his head to her shoulder.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She reaches up with her free hand, fingers absently playing in the hair at the back of his neck as they talk*

Francesco Giardini: He flicks his gaze between Dante and Jocelyn, brow raised.

Dante Lacostos: "We made up," he says, chuckling.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Nodding* No sense fighting. *Head tilted a bit as she waqtches Francesco* I haven't seen you here before.

Francesco Giardini: "I should go." Something about Dante definitely makes Frankie either uncomfortable, disgusted, or both. Without a goodbye, he turns and heads into the park.

Dante Lacostos: "Homophobe," he murmurs, sighing as he lifts his head. "Also...Someone you should probably avoid."

Jocelyn Pasqual: Why? *Watching him go a moment before looking back to Dante*

Dante Lacostos: "Because I don't want to see you get hurt."

Francesco Giardini: d10: Per+Alert: 4,2,8,10,

Francesco Giardini: He mutters something in Italian that can be in no way, shape, or form interpreted as complimentary, as he heads into the park. Deeeefinitely a response to Dante's murmured comment.

Jocelyn Pasqual: He was looking out for me. He wouldn't hurt me.

Dante Lacostos: "I'm worried about your heart, Joce. Go talk to him if you want. I have to go. Stuff to do. I hope." He smiles, kisses her cheek and heads off.

Francesco Giardini: ((G 2 Sept))

Jocelyn Pasqual: Okay... *Head tilted a little* My heart is well protected, Dante. *Reaching to catch his hand, giving it a quick squeeze before letting it go* Call me.

Dante Lacostos: "I will. I have a phone now!" He grins at her, winks and is gone.

SEPT OF THE GREEN

Francesco Giardini: He makes his way into the inner area of the park, smoking the hell out of that cigarette in his hand. His posture is a little tense, more disgusted then angry. He finds his way to a bench and takes a seat.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Wandering in a couple minutes behind him*

Jocelyn Pasqual: ((eek. naked post))

Nessa -> Francesco Giardini: (( Ooh! Was going to ask if you wanted company on the scene, but I see you've got that covered. ^_^ Timing, eh? ))

Francesco Giardini -> Nessa: ((*S* Hey, more company is ALWAYS good. Bring someone on in...or if you want, we can do something else.))

Francesco Giardini: d10: Per+Alertness: 5,2,5,3,

Francesco Giardini: He doesn't note Jocelyn's approach, more intent on his cigarette and the ground then anything else. And maybe shooting a gypo. In the head.

Nessa -> Francesco Giardini: (( It isn't closed? I sort've read some intent into Joc's post. Hrm. I could bring in Meg, or Ashlyn? Lola would never make it here quite yet, I'm sure. ))

Jocelyn Pasqual: I should have known. *Stopping, head tilted again as she looks at him*

Francesco Giardini: He looks up to Jocelyn suddenly, blinking. "Shoulda known what?"

Francesco Giardini -> Nessa: ((Don't think it's closed...if it is, like I said, we can always do Ashlyn & Reyna at the apartment or something. *Shrugs and grins* Up to you, hon.))

Jocelyn Pasqual: You. *Head tilting the other way* Who do you belong to?

Francesco Giardini: He looks at her. Looks around. Oh...yeah. "Glass Walker."

Meg Psiharis: And at this ever so appropriate time, she walks in on a trail in no particular hurry. Currently, the tan girl's attention is focused on poking a brown-green bruise on her arm with the curiosity of one who no longer feels any pain from this minor, cosmetic hurt. It's not that big really, just your usual rough-housing fare. PM for dd.

Francesco Giardini: d10: Per+Alert: 7,2,8,9,

Jocelyn Pasqual: Like Wenders! *Beaming for a second, walking over and offering her hand* Jocelyn Pasqual. Gnawer kin.

Francesco Giardini: He glances over at the approaching girl, appraisingly, then back to Jocelyn. He extends his hand. "Frankie Giardini, Walker Kin. Who's Wenders?"

Jocelyn Pasqual: Wendy. Um. I don't know her last name. *Beaming, shaking his hand*

Francesco Giardini: "Hmm. Don't know 'er." He shrugs a little bit. "So, I'm guessing that the gyp's part of the family, too?" Oh, yeah. THAT thought pleases him. Not.

Jocelyn Pasqual: It's insulting to call them gypsies. *Nodding a bit*

Meg Psiharis: She's oh, maybe thirteen give or take? She'd be easy enough to lose in a crowd, but the bronze cuffs on her wrists stand out. Most noticably because the rest of her outfit is rumpled, and looks as if it came directly from a little brother's closet - glaringly green shirt fit somewhat snugly, boy cut jeans that hang loosely enough that she does at least use a belt to keep them in place. No emo fringe - her hair is long, a frizzy brown put into one tight braid that ends at the middle of her back, not far off now from the more or less hidden curve at her waist. No, nobody's seen her natural waist in years.

Meg Psiharis: d10: per + alert: 9,10,1,3,9,

Francesco Giardini: "It's insulting to call you what he did. It's insulting for him to flash that shit he did with his boy-toy all over the place in front of me, 'cause he knows I don't like it." A shrug. "He respects me, I'll respect him. He ain't respectin' me."

Meg Psiharis: She lets her arm drop aside, swinging, and looks around curiously now that she's more or less reached the proper destination. Doesn't take long to find that woman - and talking to another man, no less. She casts a quietly suspicious look to the man, more a look from one stranger to another than as if she suspected he'd kicked her puppy and mauled her grandmother. Yes, she is on her way in no particular hurry toward them.

Jocelyn Pasqual: What did he call me? *She's apparently got a very short memory*

Francesco Giardini: "Somthin' about simpering and begging for attention, not being a proper young woman and wanting to get all up on him, but he's..." He shrugs. "Not into women."

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Sighing a little, looking down at the ground* Yeah. We talked about that.

Francesco Giardini: "Lemme guess. He ended up bein' in the right?" He seems skeptical about this. Fuckin' faggot gypsy...

Meg Psiharis: d10: Wits: 4,9,2,

Jocelyn Pasqual: No. *Frowning, just a little*

Meg Psiharis: "Hey," she..well, sounds like a greeting? Sure. She greets the two, glancing from one to the other. Despite being easily the youngest here, there's something like a subtle protective streak toward the other female, read more in the way she stands than anything. For one thing, she's stopped slouching. "Everything cool here?" That's right. Totally interrupting and not yet apologizing for it!

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She looks over her shoulder, eyes wide, the word coming out half squeaked* You!!

Francesco Giardini: He watches Jocelyn a little bit. "Y'sure?" A glance over to Meg, looking her over. "Yeah, everything's cool, kid. Just talkin'."

Meg Psiharis: "What?" she actually startles, surprised at the sudden squeak. In reality, sure she's more starled by the woman's reaction, rather than simply by a sudden, louder sound.

Jocelyn Pasqual: Hi! *Beamint again*

Meg Psiharis: She lets out a breath in apparent relief. No great deceptions here. Meg raises her hand and offers a little wave of greeting to the man in the suit. Her fingernails are bitten to stubs, and are just pushing the purple-black of bruising under the nails away. It's healing, leaving odd crescent-moon bruises beneath all ten of her nails.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She looks back to Francesco, frowning* No. He was wrong.

Francesco Giardini: He nods, accepting her answer. "Good. Don't you take no shit from him, Jocelyn. Ain't right."

Jocelyn Pasqual: I won't. *Smiling a little*

Meg Psiharis: She eases after this. Hands tuck into her pockets, and she looks back and forth between the older two, apparently more or less satisfied that he won't (at the moment) do something wrong in regards to the woman. "He was wrong about what?" she pipes up to Jocelyn, curious.

Francesco Giardini: "All right." He nods to her, and looks over to Meg. He doesn't say anything...not his story to tell.

Jocelyn Pasqual: Dante. *Turning a bit to physically include Meg in the conversation*

Meg Psiharis: d10: Wits: 4,3,5,8,7,

Meg Psiharis: d10: Wits: 9,2,3,

Meg Psiharis: (( Yeesh, typos.. )) She looks blank for a moment, before tilting her head, squinting a bit in thought. Finally it clicks. "Dante, like that - oh, -that- Dante through the...yeah. He talked to you again?" She straightens again, then returns to a little slouch. Ah, youth. "He apologized, -right-?"

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She looks sheepish, glancing to Francesco* Um. Yeah.

Francesco Giardini: He looks back and forth between then, lighting a new cigarette and flicking the butt of the old one into a nearby trash can.

Meg Psiharis: "Oh." A note of surprise there. She offers her hand. "I'm Meg. Guess if I'm butting in, ought to introduce myself, right?" Her tone is light with him now. She smiles disarmingly, on a perfectly normal face. "And I take it you already know her and Da- Dante, right?"

Francesco Giardini: "Francesco Giardino." He shakes her hand, strong, firm grip. "Yeah, I know Jocelyn and..." Not nice to say 'the gyp'... "him."

Jaikula (Lupus): *Jaik's making his way into the gathering area in lupus, but not from the physical, he's coming from his usual route when he's in this form, the umbra. He stretches slightly as he appears on the physical and looks around...* ((If a DD's needed let me know))

Meg Psiharis: (( So wait, where is he coming out of, exactly? ))

Jaikula (Lupus): ((He stepped sideways from the Umbra, otherwords thin air))

Francesco Giardini: d10: Per+Alert: 6,3,7,5,

Francesco Giardini: ((Hey, Jaik...roll your Gnosis for that, please.))

Meg Psiharis: d10: per + alert: 4,9,7,3,10,

Jaikula (Lupus): d10: Gnosis: 4,3,4,5,8,

Meg Psiharis: d10: re-roll: 1,

Francesco Giardini: He's instantly reaching into his jacket as something just...appears near him. When he realizes what it is, though, he relaxes, scowling. He HATES it when they do that.

Jaikula (Lupus): d10: Per+Alert: 2,5,6,7,4,

Meg Psiharis: "Oh. Hi, nice to meet you." She actually has a light grasp of his hand - her own is fairly small, slim. When she tenses, the bones show up easily, and knuckles are raised up in her hand, sticking out - obviously so, when she slips her hand away and flexes it a little. There's a somewhat awkward, though amused smirk over her shaking the squeezed feeling out of her hand. "That's a hell of a shake, Francesco - can I call you -" Oo, cut short. She looks aside rather suddenly, going quiet without warning to see whatever's caught her attention. Now there's a familiar-yet-alien feeling.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *And as always, she's blissfully unaware*

Jaikula (Lupus): *Jaik's attn is onto Francesco and the movement, then moves onto Joc and Meg and tilts his head slightly, his attn going fully onto Meg..* ~ws~"Hello Meg."

Jocelyn Pasqual: d10: per, alert: 3,9,8,3,2,

Francesco Giardini: The hand comes out of his jacket and he straightens the garmetn, smoothing his sleeves as he mutters something in Italian.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Oh hey. Wolf. Her head tilts as she tries to place him, a smile breaking out a second before she leans over to scritch behind an ear*

Meg Psiharis: "Goober," she chastises the wolf with a grin, reaching out to flick him lightly on the head. No, not big and bad. It seems to be a familiar gesture, almost sort of vaguely affectionate, or at least friendly. "Say hi to the nice lady and her friend. If you sniff her, I swear I'll -find- a newspaper."

Jaikula (Lupus): *He leans into the scratch from Jocelyn for a moment..* ~ws~"I already know Jocelyn, the other I dont.." *His gaze shifting to Fran...

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Scritchscritchscritch*

Meg Psiharis: "He says he likes you," she 'translates' to Jocelyn for the wolf. And yes, a grin to Francesco. "So, I see you two haven't met."

Francesco Giardini: "Nope." He shakes his head, eying the wolf.

Jaikula (Lupus): *Ooo more scritches, something which Jaik certainly wont resist, and leans into them slightly...

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Grinning, the focus of her attention lavished on Jaik*

Meg Psiharis: "This is Jaik. I'd say he's tactless, but he'd probably mark my shoes." She deadpans this - or nearly does, as she visibly stifles down a smile at the end. A light clearing of her throat, and her expression smoothes again. "So, who all are you two related to around here? Seems like everybody here is somebody's cousin or whatever."

Francesco Giardini: "Dunno who, exactly. Just got here from D.C. last week."

Jocelyn Pasqual: We're not related. *Head shaking a little* I just met him the other night. He came to my rescue. *Beaming at Francesco a moment*

Jaikula (Lupus): *Jaik tilts his head slightly looking to Meg..* ~ws~"I'd just chew them.."

Meg Psiharis: "Oh." This is a pleased sound. Jocelyn's words earn the man a look of guarded approval. From the thirteen year old. So, for what it's worth... "Welcome to the city. Lame as -that- sounds. Has the proverbial welcome wagon run you over yet?"

Meg Psiharis: "Aren't you on a diet?" she asks the wolf sharply, glancing down to him. She shakes a finger at him in a scolding manner. Shame shame shame.

Francesco Giardini: He shrugs a bit to Meg, taking a drag off of his cigarette. "Little bit. I've made some contact, not much yet."

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Blinking, looking to Meg, then back to Jaik*

Jaikula (Lupus): ~ws~"Nope, my sister's still in Detroit... Though I do miss the midnight snacks you offered me..." *Head tilts to the side looking to Joc..

Meg Psiharis: "Well, I'm pretty new..I mean, to -here- anyway. But if you need any help, or...whatever, lemme know?" She seems to be offering this to both of the other humans, perking. There's something vaguely puppylike about her when she's cheerful or excited this way. Could just be the unabashed cheerfulness, or the wide, open brown eyes.

Jocelyn Pasqual: Cool. *Nodding a little* Thanks.

Meg Psiharis: "Look you," she points to the wolf, "I've had these shoes for two years, and no way are you going to leave me with nothing to wear but rain boots, you hear me? No with the chewy!"

Francesco Giardini: "Thanks for the offer," he says, albeit a teeny bit stiffly. He looks vaguely uncomfortable with the idea of needing the help of a barely-teenager, but he smiles regardless.

Jaikula (Lupus): *He shifts his gaze to the finger she points at him and licks his lips, nothing agressive in it, more being playful in the action...

Meg Psiharis: She narrows her eyes at the wolf. Oh yeah. Stare down the overgrown puppy. Sure this is making leaps and bounds for the confidence of the other two. Sure. If they ever need a not terribly amusing thing to distract Random Whatever A, put her on speed dial.

Francesco Giardini: A glance goes between Meg and Jaikula, watching intently. Curious to see where this is going.

Jaikula (Lupus): ((Ack, *dozed off* lol...))

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She reaches out suddenly, poking Meg in the side playfully*

Francesco Giardini: ((I've done that. *S* Dude, if you're that tired, go to sleeeep!))

Jaikula (Lupus): ((Sorry, need to go here, cant stay awake much longer..))

Francesco Giardini: ((It's cool, Jaik))

Jaikula (Lupus): ((lol.. more like a nap.. *eyes the lightening sky outside))

Meg Psiharis: Meg yelps, startled. It -does- break her staredown, and her arms both cross suddenly and protectively over her sides.

Meg Psiharis: (( Sweet dreams. ))

Jaikula (Lupus): d10: Gnosis: 7,7,7,9,8,

Francesco Giardini: He looks between Meg and Jocelyn as Jaikula heads off, blinking at the sudden poke and yelp.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Standing fully when the wolf wanders off, smirking at Meg a little*

Jaikula (Lupus): *Jaik just watches Meg, then pokes his tongue out to her before he licks Joc's cheek before he moves away..* ~ws~"I need to go, keep out of trouble Meg..." *He then steps back into the umbra..* ((And away I go))

Meg Psiharis: "Hey! I -finally- get to be all - and all - and you!" she complains at Jocelyn, slouch-pouting at her as Jaik...what, slips sideways again? Her massive outstanding victory was ruined with the poke anyway.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Giggling, poking her again*

Meg Psiharis: "Hey!" she objects, backing up a couple of quick steps. Notably, she does not at all look to the Italian man near them for help, assistance, or a safe meat shield to hide behind. There is zero expectation for a male rescue effort.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She obviously has no problem with it though, ducking behind Francesco*

Francesco Giardini: Good, because there is none given. Do not get between two women. A lesson long-since learned. He even steps out of the way when Jocelyn ducks behind him.

Jocelyn Pasqual: Hey! *Making a face at Francesco, settling into a mock pout*

Meg Psiharis: d10: Shift, partial: 3,1,4,4,7,

Meg Psiharis: Meg, in all of her weird sense of playfulness, takes a pose that's about ready to pounce. Lips pulls back from her teeth in a grin that...doesn't fill out. Pause...blink...she grumbles, and puts this playful thing on pause for a minute, rubbing her jaw with both palms. "Oh, for the love of Artemis..."

Francesco Giardini: He smiles faintly to Jocelyn, then looks up as Meg seems to try and look intimidating and...doesn't?

Meg Psiharis: Totally doesn't seem at all intimidating. Is the antithesis of intimidating.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She half squeaks, collapsing in giggles*

Meg Psiharis: Meg actually hangs her head with a soft growl. Yes. She's actually being laughed down by another woman. In the damned caern.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Her backpack launches into the chourus from "Just like Heaven". She squeaks again, racing to it, pulling her phone out and grinning at it. It's tossed back in, bag grabbed* I gotta go! *Bouncing over, half tackling each of them in a quick hug before bouncing out in a flury of movement*

Francesco Giardini: He blinks at Meg, and then looks at Jocelyn. A little grin comes to his face and he chuckles, shaking his head. Kids.

Meg Psiharis: Jocelyn is given a brief squeeze, and with a defeated sigh, Meg plops down onto the nearest grassy spot, slouched and rather glowering at a tuft of grass between her much beaten up chucks. Hey, bright laces at least.

Jocelyn Pasqual: ((bah. errands. the joys of only havin one day a week off. *L* thanks for the scene!))

Francesco Giardini: "See ya, Jocelyn." A nod to her, blink in surprised as he's hugs, and he watches her leave, bemused.

Francesco Giardini: ((Thanks, Joc! *Hugs*))

Meg Psiharis: (( ^_^ Have fun! ))

Jocelyn Pasqual: ((*hugs all around* bye! *poofs*))

Meg Psiharis: "Jesus," she mutters, "there are little white rabbits in the world scarier than me." Grumble, growl. This is a rather short lived moping as she moodily settles back to lay on the grass, not at all upset at the cool weather and cold ground.

Francesco Giardini: He chuckles. "Ahh, don't worry about it. You got time to be scary, yet."

Meg Psiharis: "Woooo, scary." She raises her arms, considerably less than enthused, and wiggles her bruised fingers.

Meg Psiharis: With a huff, the girls rolls onto her belly, propping up her chin and staring at him. Loose grass on her jeans and all. "You don't look dressed for the park. What's up?"

Francesco Giardini: "What happened to your fingers?" He cocks his head to the side, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

Francesco Giardini: "Lotta interpretation as to what 'dressed for the park' can be," he says with a shrug. "See all types around here."

Meg Psiharis: "Accident," she replies easily. "Who're you with here, again?"

Meg Psiharis: "Yeah.." she replies with half a grin, looking sidelong away from him. " 'Least you're dressed. You've got that goin' for you."

Francesco Giardini: "Glass Walkers," he says with a glance around, taking another drag off the cigarette. "You?" The comment about being dressed draws a raised eyebrow. "What, I gotta worry about some kinda nudist colony runnin' through the park or something?"

Meg Psiharis: She -smirks- at that. "There -are- a lot of...people around, you know? Accidents happen. Not everybody's got a spare set of jammies tucked away in a tree around here." The smirk melts away into a more normal smile, now. She has nice, even teeth. A decent smile on a normal little girl. Werewolf. Whatever. "Black Furies. Sorry for the shortness earlier - I'm Megaera. But you look well read enough that I'd never get to see that look on your face, if I -had- introduced myself as such. I figure, you would have known. Ish."

Francesco Giardini: A quirk of the lips, and he nods. "Ahh, s'all right. Nice to meet you, Megaera."

Meg Psiharis: "So are you one of the guys I'm not, you know, -officially- supposed to be all irreverent towards, or are we cool?" Not that she seems especially abashed about not being at all formal, here.

Francesco Giardini: He shrugs. "If you're asking if I'm a full-blooded Garou, then no. We're cool."

Meg Psiharis: "Cool." She smiles at that, apparently more or less careless about this full blooded, half blooded, whatever issue, so long as it keeps her out of trouble with the powers that be.

Francesco Giardini: "What about you?" He stands there, watching her. "I'm guessin' with the whole talkin' to the wolf thing, you're Fullblood?"

Meg Psiharis: She bobs a shrug. No big deal. "My brother and I are, but he's Child of Gaia. The other one, I dunno. He's just doing his, 'I'm seventeen so let's pretend I'm a huge fuckoff jerk' thing for a while. I have two brothers, but you might only really meet Alex - he has my cheekbones, and he's kind of a dorky book worm, but he has a -mean- left hook." This last is noted with a good natured grin. Ah, siblings.

Laidan: She didn't know why everyone was complaining it was cold- she found this weather to be perfectly fine. Obviously no one in this city had ever spent a winter alone in a cave- they should try it sometime. Brushing back hair from her face, the blind woman heads leirsurely towards voices, dressed only in a pair of underewear and a tank top.

Francesco Giardini: d10: Per+Alert: 7,4,2,2,

Meg Psiharis: Meg has no jacket, and seems just as at ease with this as Laidan in her skivvies. Hell, this is warm to Meg, honestly. She lounges on the grass as if it were more June than mid-November.

Laidan: d10: per+alert: 6,9,1,4,7,8,8,

Meg Psiharis: d10: per + alert: 5,4,8,7,9,

Francesco Giardini: "Guess that means you're learnin' to get a mean right hook yourself, eh?" He smirks a little bit. Someone's coming up behind...he's not worried about it, so he doesn't turn to see who.

Laidan: She knows one scent perfectly well, though the other is foriegn to her. However, the Guardians aren't trying to kill it, and Meg seems fine. Therefore, it's not a threat. For now.

Meg Psiharis: "Actually, I got my scissors hold down -perfect- two years ago," she informs him proudly, beaming a moment. She is very warm - her smile, her personality when it shows naturally. She raises a hand, almost waves, and then awkwardly puts her hand down to support her jaw again. "Hey!" she greets beyond him, nodding toward the scantily clad woman. "She's cool. I think you'd like her."

Laidan: "Hello Meg." She murmurs to the young girl, smiling lightly to her.

Meg Psiharis: "Heya," she calls to Laidan, happy as a puppy.

Francesco Giardini: He looks over his shoulders. Ahh, here's the nudist colony now. The...blind nudist colony. He blinks. Twice. And then shrugs it off. "Hey, how you doin'?"

Corbin Justice: He walks into the Sept area, self confident, demeanor serene.

Laidan: There's a soft chuckle, and she carefully steps around Frankie, to head towards Meg. "I am well, thank you." She says to Frankie. "How are you?"

Meg Psiharis: d10: per + alert: 9,10,3,10,4,

Francesco Giardini: d10: Per+Alertness: 4,8,4,4,

Corbin Justice: He is a sturdy young man at 5’10” and in his mid- to late-teens. He is well built, but his intensity seems to come mainly from his ocean blue eyes, set deep in a thin, attractively delicate face of golden olive skin. His black hair is kept short, though is forever tousled and having to be pushed back from his eyes. He is dressed casual in tight blue jeans, black and white Ramones t-shirt, black engineer boots, and a black wool blazer used as a coat. But his lineage is impressive for those with the ability to perceive. ((PB 4 - Shadow Lord, pic in onsite album.))

Meg Psiharis: d10: re-roll: 2,3,

Corbin Justice: d10: alertness: 2,9,10,8,9,8,8,1,

Laidan: ((PB4 here))

Corbin Justice: He looks to the others, noting them instantly. Laidan's, er, *attire* gets a raised eyebrow that she doesn't even see, but no verbal comment. To those with noses more sensitive than eyes, he scents faintly of baloney, mustard, bread, and coffee.

Laidan: d10: per+alert: 5,5,9,6,5,6,2,

Corbin Justice: He inclines his head casually to the others here, tinged with respect though he does not yet know who they are.

Laidan: Her head turns slightly towards Corbin's entrance as she sinks down beside Meg.

Francesco Giardini: ((Corbin, we don't list Tribe in our Pure Breed anymore))

Francesco Giardini: "Doin' all right." He keeps his eyes on Laidan as she passed by...again, another person approaching. Not important to him

Corbin Justice: ((Didn't know that. Ok.)) "I'm not interrupting, am I?" A light, confident grin. "I was looking for Dante, thought he might be around here."

Francesco Giardini: He looks over his shoulder at Corbin. Yes, the sneer at mention of the gypsy is obvious. "He went off a while ago with his boy-toy, out of the park."

Laidan: She inclines her head slightly, but she has no idea who Dante is. A faint shake of her head.

Meg Psiharis: She spaces out for a moment. Looking away from the actual adults, Meg looks aside to the boy she's, oh, just noticed over there. That-a-ways. Sorry, staring much? She's...normal. Average. With a deep, natural summer tan, and frizzy brown hair bound into a braid. Thirteen give or take, she's maybe 5'2" when standing, currently wearing bronze cuffss on her wrists, loose boycut jeans held up with a belt, and a snug, crayon green shirt that must belong to a little brother, as there are no logos or lables on it. Girl shirts -always- have a design. Her eyes are wide, dominant, a golden-brown. In the sunlight, her hair has a lot of natural highlights - gold, red. Her chucks have been through hell and back, with the marker scribbles to prove it.

Corbin Justice: The grin is gone instantly. "He..." His jaw hardens and he takes a long, deep breath. "I take my brother has been less than discreet about his...preferences." Almost comes out in a growl.

Francesco Giardini: Lean and hungry. Poised and dangerous. That’s the words that come to mind when looking upon him. He cuts a striking figure, around his early thirties, standing just under six feet and weighing around 160 to 170 pounds. He has a full face, just a hint of tan to otherwise fair skin, frame by shortly cropped, brown hair, a professional cut. Brown eyes carry a look of cocky intelligence to them…this isn’t some mook off the street, this man was born into greatness, and he knows it. He’s dressed in a Italian wool suit, charcoal grey, with vest and a silk tie. Black cap shoes complete the ensemble. He’s got an attitude to him…a look that’s not quite arrogance, not quite simple confidence, but somewhere in between. The world is his…it just needs to realize it.

Corbin Justice: ooc> take IT, that is

Francesco Giardini: "Your...brother flashed his shit all over the fuckin' park, would be a better way to put it."

Laidan: She tilts her head slightly again, sinking more comfortably onto the grass next to Meg.

Corbin Justice: ~He doesn't have the look of the Rom, exactly, but his skin tone isn't the usual Caucasian either.~

Corbin Justice: "I see." Unhappy. Very unhappy. "I'll speak with him. Again." He doesn't sound like he has much hope that will work. "Forgive my manners, I'm Corbin Justice." He says that to everyone more or less.

Meg Psiharis: "Shit," she curses under her breath, "gotta remember.." She raises her hands, rubbing her face momentarily as if sleepy, then looking back up to Frankie and Must Be Evil Boy. She scoots closer to Laidan, a little living space heater. "Haven't seen him in a few days, myself, but back in Battery he had this thing about culture shock and, you know, basic respect."

Francesco Giardini: "Francesco Giardini." He nods to the man, his face cool. This one associates people with their family, and Corbin's family hasn't endeared themselves to him.

Corbin Justice: Please Gaia, let whatever 'boy toy' it was not be Garou. Just please, Grandfather and Gaia, give me that little bit. Please. He closes his eyes a moment.

Meg Psiharis: "Megaera," she offers in way of introduction, along with a nod to..Corbin. Odd, but not out of the question.

Laidan: She idly runs a hand over Meg's hair, just once, unless the girl indicates she's fine with the touch. "Laidan." She offers out to Corbin. No full titles for now.

Corbin Justice: He nods to Francesco. "Good to meet you." He looks curiously to Meg. "Dante, you mean? Hm. Well, I'm working on that."

Meg Psiharis: She doesn't flinch away from Laidan. Her hair is bound back into a braid, but frizzy enough to have wisps of hair sticking out all over the place. She's very much a teenager about this, and just running a hand over her hair smooths it surprisingly easily. Warm as could be expected, feverish even.

Corbin Justice: "Good to meet you both."

Francesco Giardini: "He seems to have lots of problems with respect," he mutters.

Laidan: She wrinkles her nose at something, as if vaguely puzzled, and then she settles again, the look smoothing.

Meg Psiharis: His response does not seem to fill her with hope for the situation. She glances aside to Francesco, back to Corbin, and finally settles for setting her head near Laidan's leg. "Good luck."

Corbin Justice: He nods to Francesco with a tinge of weariness. "He's a good man, he has potential."

Meg Psiharis: "Yeah, nice to meet you. The island's pretty big. If I didn't lose my phone, you could..call him, or something?" she offers Corbin.

Francesco Giardini: "Sure." Yeah, he seriously doubts that. He looks around and checks his watch. Shit, he'd better leave. "Nice meeting you all...better get back to work." He nods to Meg and Laidan...Corbin just gets a look, before he heads out.

Corbin Justice: Okay. Can't help but chuckle a little at Meg's wishing of luck. "The respect part and culture shock...I have every confident and intention I can work that out." A side glance at Francesco and then he shakes his head. "As for the...other part, which I will not name...I can only try to get him to stop flaunting it."

Laidan: A hand runs over Meg's head again, the gesture very... motherly. "It was nice meeting you Mr. Giardini."

Corbin Justice: Meg: "That's alright, but thanks for the offer. I'll probably find him back at the house eventually."

Meg Psiharis: "See ya!" she calls to Frankie, offering another wave. Aside from the usual rough housing bruise on her right forearm, all ten of her bitten-to-stubs nails are a healing purple-black, bruised under the nail some days ago.

Corbin Justice: ((And I should probably get back to work. Ech.)) He nods goodbye as well after Francesco leaves. "Good day, ladies." And heads off.

Francesco Giardini: ((Thanks for the scene, guys. *Hugs*))

Laidan: A slightly confused, murmured goodbye to Corbin as well.

Meg Psiharis: (( *snug around* Lovely! Hope you all had fun! ))

Meg Psiharis: "So, I don't trust him," she begins conversationally to Laidan. She yawns, stifles it. "He's cuuuute. Which means he's eeeevil. There's this whole, ratio thing for cute to evil in guys. Seriously. So we'd better keep tabs on this one, you know?"

Laidan: "Which one? Corbin, or Francesco?" She tilts her head, with a little smile. "I don't know how to define visually cute, so I'll have to rely on you."

Meg Psiharis: "Corbin." She doesn't nod. She does nothing to push Lai's hand away. "Francesco - I think I'll call him Frankie - is okay. Seems okay, anyway. I like that one. He's Glasswalker kin."

Laidan: "Mmm." She says softly, fingers gently stroking the girl's hair. "I'll have to mention that to Joshua. And if you deem we have to keep an eye on Corbin, then we'll keep an eye on Corbin. How's that sound? Though, in my case, it will have to be an ear and a nose."

Meg Psiharis: "Seems like he needs...something. Just from the sound of him, the words he used, you know? It has to be more than his brother, or whatever," she murmurs, not at all convinced of the reforming powers of the male family bonding, or of his sincerity for change.. any of it, really.

Laidan: "... you lost me Meg." She says, her voice vaguely confused, and a little apologetic.

Meg Psiharis: "I met his brother a little while ago, in the other park. Battery. He seemed fine for a few minutes, but when this other woman came by, he just leered at her like a three course -meal-. So a friend of mine and I jumped on his case, and her was backpedaling, whatever. So now apparently he's flamingly gay, eccentric, and that one tan chick knows him. I've seen her here before - Ray or something. Anyway... He blamed culture shock, apologized but not to the person he was really insulting. He actually said she deserved it. ...Fuckin'... I -hate- those words strung together. If I never hear it again in my -life-, you know? So now he's got some cute brother, who by the laws of nature is obliged to be evil. Yay. Did you hear him? Total lip service. He won't do anything to make the situation better, just to shut it up so it's not as public anymore. That's probably th best we'll find in him. Other guy, though, Frankie - he seems pretty decent so far."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Back already!)) She makes her way into the Sept, humming a song under her breath...some kind of ballad or another. The Coyote-Girl is in a mellow mood...not snark-mode, but not her recently depressed self, either.

Meg Psiharis: (( Welcome back! ))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Per+Alert: 5,7,8,3,8,2,

Meg Psiharis: d10: per + alert: 3,3,3,4,8,

Laidan: Holy Gaia, information overload. She her confused look increases momentarily. "So... he hit on a woman. And then apologized, but not to her, and said she deserved it. Now he's got a boyfriend, and is gay, and his 'brother' who says he'll do something, but you don't think he'll do anything. You judge very quick sometimes Meg. Did you ever occur to you he might like boys and girls? I'm not saying treating the girl like meat was good. And do you mean Reyna?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She looks up, and smiles a little at the sight of Laidan, genuine warmth hitting her face. Meg is noted too, and she gets a grin as she hikes forward, hand-rolled cigarette in her lips. "Heya, kids. S'up?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "My ears are burning. I didn't do it, I swear."

Laidan: Her speech is all over the place. She's one very confused little metis, trying to gather all that information. And then she lifts her head, and smiles. "Reyna." She hadn't seen her for awhile.

Meg Psiharis: "He didn't hit on her. He leered like a Gaia-damned pervert, like every horrible excuse that doesn't deserve to be called a man. If I judge quickly, it's only on their actions," she explains to Laidan. Then looks up to Reyna, somewhat plaintive here. "Explain? You say the look too, right?"

Laidan: "Can women leer too?" It sounds like an honest question from her. A hand reaches out towards Reyna, intending to pull her down on the grass too. "And, what if your assumptions end up wrong?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Oh, you talking about Dante?" She smirks. "Yeah. He's a real weiner. I mean, winner. I mean...no, weiner's right." She chuckles. "But yeah, he was very much looking at Jocelyn in a not-good-touch way."

Laidan: "Mm. Jocelyn." She murmrus softly.

Meg Psiharis: "See?" she returns to Laidan, defensive. "If I'm wrong, so be it, but at least I tried to do something right. Nothing will damn us more than silence and apathy. What's more evil than a good person, male or female, standing back and doing nothing? Besides.." she huffs again, looking back to Reyna for the moment. "Not my culture. I don't know it. That's cool - I have time to learn. Okay. Women can leer. Women can hit. Women can kill. Women are not the ones bringing staggering, soul numbing conditions onto the streets as predators. I'm not suggesting this guy's a nesting house for Banes, but it's not happy, and it's not cool to be reminded by what? Kinfolk now too, about how bad it is out there?"

Meg Psiharis: "It might be dirty on the street, but that's no excuse to track it home...ish...with you." She props up on her elbows, looking from one woman to the other with furrowed brow, hoping for some kind of understanding. Some kind of response, anything.

Laidan: She holds up a hand to Meg's onslaught, shrinking a little. No one has really talked -that- forceful to her in awhile. "Okay... I just didn't know. I don't even really know what a leer is..." She lowers her head slightly.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Yeah, I especially liked the blanket statement of 'Gaje women have no self respect. No pride.'" She smirks a little bit. "I'm already at work turnin' that boy on his fuckin' thick-ass head." She reaches out and puts a hand on Laidan's shoulder...comforting, supporting. "Meg...I share your sentiment. But Laidan here isn't the person who looked at Jocelyn like a piece of meat with a dick-sized hole in it, and there's no reason to attack her. A'ight?"

Meg Psiharis: "It's a look," she murmurs, quieting. "It's a kind of look on somebody's face that's supposed to make the other person feel small, and vulnerable, and naked. It's degrading and hurtful. It's almost solely a male thing. It's what they get away with every day, even in school. Especially in school. Reyna though, maybe you can explain it with a little less of this whole, Gaia's law dogma."

Laidan: She leans into Reyna's hand a bit, soothed slightly by the touch. Her head remains tucked as she listens.

Meg Psiharis: "I'm not... Sorry, Lai. I didn't mean to attack -you- about it. I'm still all bristly and fangy doom about it. Because guys are jerks. And his brother's cute, so that means he's -evil-." No other reasoning behind this. Seriously. Cute = evil. She carefully nuzzles the nearest part of Laidan, probably somewhere around the knee area. Quieting. If she had a tail, it'd be between her legs about now, honestly apologetic for lashing at the wrong target.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Meg...the concept of the expression on someone's face is difficult for Laidan to understand." She looks at Laidan. "Imagine...someone with a dripping disdain in their voice. Someone who had no respect, only pure lust and ugliness in their vocal inflections. Pure contemptuousness...ugly hunger. That would compare."

Laidan: A hand reaches out to smooth over Meg's hair as she murmurs. "It's okay Meg... I just still get nervous when people speak forcefully at me. Old wounds that will take some time to heal." A flicker of a smile. "And you are very passionate for what you believe in."

Laidan: There is a pause, and an uncomfortable shift. "I know that. That tone."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She leans over, arm sliding around Laidan's shoulders, and hugs her. "I know you do. I know it pretty well, too. We've both got fucked-up past...people."

Meg Psiharis: She goes quiet, listening, keeping close. Her chin, if allowed, perches on Laidan's knee. While this is something of a touchy gesture, it's casual as well, simply here with no attatchments but a trust not to be hurt, and a warmth of presence. The shrinking feeling, the shift and nuzzle of cheek and jaw bones onto knee - there's lingering apology, even if only Reyna can actually see her frowning look about it.

Laidan: Her hand remains gently stroking Meg's hair, apology completely accepted, and just fine with her chin there. She eases again with both women close to her, leaning against Reyna a bit. "Yeah."

Laidan: "I have to go home to the kids now." She whispers to both. They each get gently nuzzled, before the metis slowly rises. ((Dinner for meee!))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "A'ight, hon. I'll see you later." She hugs Laidan, and lets her go, looking after her with a sad sort of sigh. Her face sags a bit.

Meg Psiharis: "Don't get picked up for indecent exposure," she reminds Laidan before she's gone. After that, she curls up on the grass, one arm bent to pillow her head.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She takes a seat on the ground, and looks over to Meg. "Don't worry about it too much. She'll be okay."

Meg Psiharis: "Why isn't this place even moderately safer?" she looks to Reyna, asking this with the same blank, soft tone that she might question the sky's color with.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "What, here in the Sept? Or New York as a whole?"

Meg Psiharis: "The Sept. We still have all the same problems, it seems like." She tilts her head to Reyna, studying her, detatched. "How is anybody here really fit to do what we're doing, anyway?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Sweetie, you're askin' the WRONG person, I think." She grins a bit, sadly. "See, I ain't part of the Sept. I'm not created to keep things smooth among you folk...I'm supposed to stir shit up. Teach y'all the meaning of humility. Seems I need to step things up a bit." She sighs. "Damn, and here I was hopin' I'd go a full time in a city WITHOUT someone from a Sept trying to kill my ass."

Meg Psiharis: She grins at that, fingers curling, hiding her bruised nails against her palms. "No such luck. You were doing so -well-... But I think, we're all wound up. Confused, whatever. Call it like you see it, but it's not getting the job done."

Meg Psiharis: d10: Shift, partial + WP: 3,7,4,3,6,

Meg Psiharis: She smiles, lips splitting away from growing, sharpening teeth. Fangs. Her eyes gleam wolfishly, way more yellow than golden-brown now, and, as creepy as it looks, her fingers uncurl. Finally the black claws are revealed - finally, this damned shift works inside the city. As downright creepy as it looks, she's locked into a grin, curling fingers in a slow, mock swipe playfully at Reyna. "No luck, no luck," she taunts sing-song to the Coyote Girl.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Yeah. Well..." She sighs, looking at Meg with a little smirk on her face at the little taunting. "Cute. This is where you come in, Meg. I'll start stirring the shit up, getting the Heads-Up-Their-Ass Posse through the Anal-Cranial Un-Iversion Procedure...but that's only gonna go so far, especially when the big claws come out with the Ragey Ragey Rawr, Rawr, Rawr, watch the Coyote get shredded like a head of lettuce at a Vegetarian's Covention. The rest of it falls on you, hon."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Un-Inversion))

Selena Zouvelekis: ((I'll warn you now I could be slow at times. At work.))

Meg Psiharis: "Me?" She smirks somewhat past her teeth. It's suddenly gotten a little harder to fit the expression on her face. "Nobody listens to me. I'm a cub. Not even kinfolk give me the time of day, not unless they already feel my way. I can try, but... tradition is dumb."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "You," she says with a nod. "Why not you? So no one listens to you. All you need to do, Meg--and I'm deadly serious here, despite my grin--is get one person to listen. One persion is a single ally, yeah. But that one person? They have an ally, too. And so do they. And so on, and so on. Try Laidan. Talk to her. She'll listen. Don't push...just talk. Eddie's another one. Build up support among the kin. You people are social creature...one bit rumor mill. Use it to your advantage."

Meg Psiharis: Cue the fanged grin. The somewhat eerily beastial girl pushes up to actually sit on the grass rather than curl up there, and promptly tugs her shirt straight. "Yeah. Double team, like. Alex would do it. I know he's good like that. And he's a Galliard - somebody's bound to listen. What's fucking me up is, so many of these cool people I know that would listen aren't..you know. Can't hear it, or I die or somethin'."

Selena Zouvelekis: The young woman was checking back here at the Sept, even though it wasn't really hers, however she had been invited to come here if she wanted to. For now she was killing time. First, she stopped and dropped off some blankets as her chiminage with one of the guardians before actually going fully into the gathering area. Black was her color. It always had been. Between that, her shoulder-length wild black hair and her dark skin, it made her violet eyes stand out. This was a trek out into the wilderness so required more casual wear, so black jeans, a black turtleneck sweater and a black leather jacket, with black hiking boots fit the bill. One thing she hardly goes anywhere without is her attache case with her laptop in it, and usually that is hanging at her side along her hip. This time was no exception. Hanging out from the top of the sweater is a he does wear a plantinum diamond ring hanging on a silver necklace.

Selena Zouvelekis: ((messed up that last sentence. Should be Hanging out from the top of the sweater is a platinum diamond ring hanging on a silver necklace. That's what happens with reduced windows on the ready to close quickly.))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She thinks. "Try Laidan. Try Eddie, and Joshua. Most of that pack. Dunno 'bout the Alpha though...I hear he's a bit creepy. Ummm...ask Laidan about this other Gaian, Aerin. He may be able to help, if he can take his head out of his ass."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Per+Alert: 5,8,5,8,10,6,

Meg Psiharis: "...I don't think so. He was responsible for Mister Attempted Rapist, right? So I highly doubt I'd find a really sympathetic ear balanced by any real -will- to -change-, rather than, you know, sit in the corner or hold hands until things are all better. I know. It's an unfair idea based only on my personal feelings. But I'd still come to him with that in mind. That's not fair, and it won't work at first. Which means it probably just -won't- work. Thanks for the advice - hell, there's still the boys, and Jaik if the info's selective. He's...not directly bad, but well...privacy is privacy."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Trek out into the wilderness? *G*)) She glances up and over at Selena, looking her over. Her head cocks to the site...interesting.

Selena Zouvelekis: Selena definitely doesn't try to sneak in, and she just looks around, seeing a duo talking, she doesn't interfer in their conversation, staying respectfully back out of real hearing distance.

Meg Psiharis: d10: per + alert: 7,4,1,5,6,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Her lip curls at mention of Jaikula, but she says nothing about that. "Well, suit yourself, hon."

Selena Zouvelekis: ((For her it is *laugh*))

Meg Psiharis: She looks over belatedly. Yellow wolf eyes look out from a usually normal, mundane face. Tan, youthful. Sharply fanged teeth, wolfish in her perfectly human mouth. Each finger ends in a black claw going about half an inch out over her fingertip. She smiles, and it's not a pretty sight. But she smiles none the less to the new woman, before returning her attention to Reyna.

Meg Psiharis: "You might like to talk to that guy I was with in the park - he's nice," she offers.

Selena Zouvelekis: Selena smiles back to the young woman. Spotting the eyes, it makes her self-conscious of her own unusual ones and she looks away quickly, not wishing to have eye contact for long.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Which guy?"

Meg Psiharis: "Ooh! That reminds me! I better get back home - I have this trash kitty I'm taking care of." She grins, pushing up to stand and brush the grass off of her jeans. "I found it in the garbage. Can you believe it? Somebody threw away a perfectly good kitten! Well, finders keepers, and it's cuuuuute."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((DD: A woman walks by, drawing the attention of many of the nearby men, and some of the women. Standing at 5’9” and a touch under her ideal weight at 125 pounds, her dusky skin and ebony hair, which falls freely to her mid-back, indicates Hispanic blood, possibly mixed with Native American. Her body is lithe, the kind many women would kill for, and well-proportioned underneath her black leather pants and matching tank-top. A brown duster and knee-high steel-toed Doc Martins complete the ensemble. Her eyes are a smoky brown, filled with a mischievous humor. She walks along, seemingly oblivious of others around her, excepting a casual appraising glance at the men around. She gives off an aura akin to a playful predator, on the hunt for something to bat around.))

Meg Psiharis: "Which? Oh. The one with me - the one with the doggy."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Oh, him." She shrugs. "Maybe." She smiles to the girl. "You take care, Meg." She pulls a business card out, handing it to her. "Gimme a call sometime...we'll hang, a'ight?"

Meg Psiharis: d10: Shift, partial: 6,10,7,3,2,

Selena Zouvelekis: She finds a place to sit down pretty comfortably on the ground and sitting cross-legged, starts to pull out her laptop from the case and uses the case for a semi-table. Flipping the top open, she begins to boot it up.

Meg Psiharis: "Cool," she replies, smiling. In the course of this smile her teeth shrink down to plain old normal teeth. Reaching out, the claws melt back down to mundane, bitten-down nails again. Her eyes are the last to turn back to normal, hazing back to human brown as she tucks the accepted card into her back pocket. "I'll call when I'm not being emo," she kids. A little wave offers a bit of cheer again - real or feigned. A nod back to the detatched woman, and Meg starts off for a trail again..

Meg Psiharis: (( Thanks for the scene! ^_^ Have a fun afternoon. ))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She watches Meg head off and leans back into the grass, sighing a little. It was gonna be one of those winters again.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((*Hugs* You too!))

Selena Zouvelekis: Selena only glances up for a second to see the young woman head off down a trail. She gives the remaining person there a polite nod.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "S'up?" she says to Selena, without looking away from the cloudy sky.

Selena Zouvelekis: "The sky," she answers, seeing that that is where they are looking. "The sun, the moon and the stars too," there is a hint of a Greek accent as she speaks, her words carefully said.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Oooh, good answer." Whether she's being sarcastic or is genuinely amused, it's tough to tell. "Whatcha doin'?"

Selena Zouvelekis: "Working on a web page," she stops tapping on the keyes looking over to her.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "What for?"

Selena Zouvelekis: "My fiance's women's shelter here in the city."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Nice." She nods a little bit.

Selena Zouvelekis: "Plus working on some other things for the place. I am sorry. I am rude. My name is Selena Zouvelekis."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Reyna Varinia Reiruno." She looks over from where she's laying, knees bent, feet flat on the ground. "Nice to meet you, Selena."

Selena Zouvelekis: "Nice to meet you Reyna. What were you looking for?" as she points to the sky "up there?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "My father. He likes to look down and laugh."

Selena Zouvelekis: Selena smiles. "Laughter is good, yes?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Laughter is very good," she says with a nod and a chuckle. "And he's the Kind of Laughter."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((King))

Selena Zouvelekis: "The king of laughter..." she seems to consider this. "Gelôs was the God of laughter in Greek mythology. I won't bore you with the stories I grew up learning. Of course there are all types of different Kings and Gods like that. Loki...but what he did wasn't always considered to be good."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Don't be knockin' Loki. He's just misunderstood." She sits up, then rises to her feet.

Selena Zouvelekis: "I never said I was. I said that he wasn't always considered to be good. A matter of perspective. Is my English bad again?" she tilts her head, looking embarrassed about that.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "No, I'm just givin' you shit." She grins to Selena. "Nice meeting you, Selena...but work calls. Catch ya later, a'ight?" ((Fooood calls))

Selena Zouvelekis: "Giving me shit?" obviously a slang expression she isn't familiar with. She'd have to ask her dad what that one meant. "Okay. Nice to meet you." ((Okay...food sounds so good. Have to wait a couple more hours lol Enjoy :) ))

Selena Zouvelekis: She goes back to her computer, working on a few design ideas for the web page.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She grins to Selena and heads out. ((Thanks for the scene. *Hugs*))

Selena Zouvelekis: Selena seems pretty content to be working on the computer, losing herself into it.