Morgane Kristanovitch [Mall/open]: There is something sidtinctly different about this one "mall" in NYC. It is waller and it is wide. Covering many levels, with everything for boutiques, to book stores, a food court, music stores, even some of those "specality" stores. Hot topic, spencers gifts, east india imports, gift from afar. Those sun glass huts, and even a pet sotre. It is all inclusive, and quite nice temperature wise inside.

Alexa Meserve: She steps out of the sun, pail blue jogging trousers, white trainers and a white v neck shirt. Her hair is golden hair shimers slightly as she steps into the complex and starts walking looking around the various shops looking lost already but cheerfully so.

Alexa Meserve: ((If you need a DD let me know))

Jocelyn Pasqual: *It's been a good day so far. Profitable, even. She's gotten fresh clothes and showered, heading back to the mall to wander before she can go back to the motel*

Jocelyn Pasqual: ((please))

Morgane Kristanovitch [Mall/open]: It is still quite busy inside, although not as much so, when people start getting off for. There are even a few "pre-holiday" sales going on. There is a pianist seated in the main open area of the mall and she is playing away, although there seems to be only one person who is listening to the music. A girl in her late teens, dressed in an ankle length skirt, slightly heeled shoes, long black hair is pulled back in a french braid. hourglass figure shown off by her form fitted blouse, yet it is high cut so that there is a sence of modesty behind the outfit. She stands with her hands in front of her clasped together. She looks quite serene but wide eyed at the same time.

Morgane Kristanovitch [Mall/open]: When the pianist ends her piece, Morgane applauds, she is the only one who does so and get's quite a few stare and looks from people passing by in their hurry. She also radiates innocence in her appearance.

Alexa Meserve: She is slim and slight but muscular, looking supple and has the appearance of being in her late teens possibly her early twenties. She has very deep brown eyes that give her a look of innocence and a gentle face. Her Black hair, generally left free, runs down to her mid back. She has a soft tan that gives her skin a radiant appeal. She is soft and warm to those who get close enough to encounter these elements and her lips are naturally full. She is approximately five foot six.

((you know you can really tell how long it's been since I looked at her DD, wrong hair colour in earlier post, doh. I blame sleep dep, or something, yeah))

Alexa Meserve: d10: Per Alert: 4,10,3,7,

Alexa Meserve: She was drifting up by the piano anyway and so looks to the girl clapping when she does smiling to herself and the girl.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Only window shopping, apparently, she eyes a dress for a long moment before glancing into the store*

(lurk): (up for some trouble?)

Morgane Kristanovitch [Mall/open]: She glances over to the other woman and smile to her. Her russian accent is quite obvious. "She was wonderful, no?"

Alexa Meserve: ((but of course))

Morgane Kristanovitch [Mall/open]: ((Sure go ahead and scare the crap outta my poor nieve innocent character *L*))

Alexa Meserve: "Yes, she's very good." she says looking over to the pianist for a moment a warm smile then back to the other girl. "How long have you been listening?"

Smithy: **WoW. Is it halloween already? At 5'9 and 27 years old Smithy is not someone easily forgotten. its not one thing.. so much as.. well.. everything. those boobs are fake. thats for damn certain. they move stiffly and unnaturally as she bounds about in cleated black boots. wait. why can you see her breasts? oh god praise Manhatten's toplessness laws. Tucked under a huge collared purple overcoat, blood red bandages cover her ribs and left shoulder, lumpy and wet against the left side of her body. tattoos of circiuts twine up her body and circle her breasts, progressing up her neck and crawling like a living thing up across the right side of her face, and forehead. her eyes are owlish, ringed with the dark circles that denote sleepless nights and iron deficiency, contacts blanking her eyes white but for small black pupils with scan her surroundings with mad intensity. her nose is somewhat roman, lips thin and tattood with circuitry, face like a reversed teardrop, skin pallid. Her hair is overly elaborate, long indigo chunks framing her face and falling down her back, layered over top of shorter hair swept far sideways into a radical silver sort of pagoda. An underlayer brushing her neck a different color still, dark green and braided with small gears and circuitry laced throughout. Moving down, she's hippy, wearing a clunky belt with a huge poisonous Mario mushroom as the buckle, belt loops stretched, she's wearing dark olive army pants with a good many pockets, loose and baggy. she'd maybe be mildly attractive. if she wasn't both sickly looking, and such a total freak that any appeal is overshadowed by sheer "what the fuck?!" factor. (app 2) (uncanny 1) (notoriety 1) (fame 2 - ping me if you're a terrorist, high ranking fbi, underworlder, or gun enthuisiast)

Alexa Meserve: ((Least she wont be alone in the being terrified, what with alexa being so used to all kinds of trouble *G*))

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Two women working. Beautiful People, both of them. They'll either assume she's there to steal from the start, or completely ignore her existance all together. Worth a shot. She heads in, watching them from the corner of her eye*

Morgane Kristanovitch [Mall/open]: A blink then a slight nibble on her lower lip. "I do not know. She has played quite a few pieces and each one was more lovely than the next." she smiles to Alexa.

Smithy: *she stomps into the mall, bowling over a 5 year old like he's not even there, a mad grin on her face as she twitches like a dangerous wind-up toy. a bit of a stumble and she snarls in the kids direction, stops, and seems to look around the mall with creepy white eyes*

Morgane Kristanovitch [Mall/open]: d10: Per+Alert: 2,7,4,9,8,9,

Alexa Meserve: d10: perception alert: 6,9,1,3,

Smithy: (to see smithy you get an extra 2 dice *grins*.. she's got uncanny)

Alexa Meserve: "Really?" she says looking at the pianist again, but then her gaze shifts to smithy with a puzzled look, maybe the bowling into the five year old, or the apperance but whatever it is she caught alexa's eye and she watches smithy with interest, or is that disgust or confushion?

Morgane Kristanovitch [Mall/open]: d10: extra dice: 9,1,

Morgane Kristanovitch [Mall/open]: She darts a look around, maybe looking for someone, or something but her eyes land on Smithy and she gasps loudly not being able to help it. That woman was just disturbing to her innocent eyes. She quickly bows her head to look at the floor, oh god she should never have come out on her own.

Alexa Meserve: d10: extra: 6,6,

Smithy: *she scratches at a breast and snorts. ghosted. motherfuckers... every single one of them ghosted.. she jumps up on a bench, narrowly missing stepping on an old man who looks up at her in disapproving shock. the maddie bleeds from the bandages on her side, lips twitching in a snarl*

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Hell. Their eyes are on her immediately. She dismisses her plan, making a mental note to come back for the dress another time, slipping out of the store quietly. Now she'll have to wait before looking anywhere else. The music draws her somewhat, a secret smile fixed on her face as she gravitates toward the mall center*

Alexa Meserve: She looks stunned, and then down to morgane noticing the newly taken stance. "You ok?" she asks tilting her head to the side trying her best to ignore smithy, maybe then she'll go away.

Francesco Giardini: He makes his way into the mall, frowning as he steps through the turnstyle-ish door. He has a few purchases he needs to make...gifts for his neices back home. He takes a look around as he moves through the main area.

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.

Smithy: *smithy's eyes scan the mall and she shrugs and jumps off the bench into a group of teenagers, laughing as she basically crushes one, riding on his back awkwardly with a laugh as she looks at her feet man.. this rocked.. she's dumped, and stumbles back to her feet amdist shouts and threats and swearing, minigun laughter ringing out shrill in the mall*

Morgane Kristanovitch [Mall/open]: "Do many people of this country go around like that woman?" she titls her head to the side so that she doesn't catch sight of Smithy. "It is correct for her to dress like that?" correct? maybe she ment another word, but that is the one that come into her mind.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Her head turns at the shouting, steps stopping as she freezes in place. Ohfuck. It's ~her~*

Francesco Giardini: d10: Per+Alert: 8,8,6,7,

Francesco Giardini: d10: Smithy Alertness: 4,9,

Francesco Giardini: The man is unusally alert for him as he moves through the mall...his eyes pass over Morgane and Alexa, a smile to Jocelyn. Then, his eyes fall on Smithy. He pauses, frowning...is that who he thinks it is?

Alexa Meserve: "Umm, well I don't know if she's allowed but, I wouldn't say she was correct in any mannor." she mummbles. maybe afraid smithy might hear her so her voice is somewhat quieter than normal.

Smithy: *she snorts, and weebles sideways, bouncing off a bounch of people.. and elbowing vindictively with a mad grin* You're all insaaaaane *she laughs hard and louds, before moving over to a bench.. safer* ghosted motherfuckers..

Morgane Kristanovitch [Mall/open]: She moves closer to Alexa, it is slow but almost as if maybe this owman will help her if the woman/thing comes their way. "Are all of your cutoms this different? with dress and manners?" she asks looking more now at Alexa, only glance in the direction of Smithy ever now and then to make sure she wasn't comming this was.

Alexa Meserve: Her eyes go wide and she reaches into her pocket pulling out a mobile phone. "Maybe we should move away from here before she gets any closer." she suggests to morgane taking a step towards a flight of stairs slowly. biting down on her lip trying to force herself to be calm

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Yeah. Totally time to go... She darts to the side to avoid Smithy's line of sight, looking for the quickest exit*

Jocelyn Pasqual: d10: per, alert: 9,9,7,3,6,

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Oh. Hey. Italian guy. Keeping half an eye on Smithy, she starts toward Francesco*

Francesco Giardini: He keeps on eye on the topless girl, intrigued as she bounces off several people. Slowly, he makes his way to Jocelyn, as she looks very much frightened. A little smile to the spooked woman. "Hey, how you doin'?"

Morgane Kristanovitch [Mall/open]: Oh yes nervous and frightened of a woman looking like she had snakes comming out of her hair, yes, she nods to Alexa. "That sounds reasonable."

Smithy: *she plops down with a clank and a grin, on top of some woman's packages.. she makes a face and removes the packages from under her, jerking them from the woman and throwing them on the ground*

Jocelyn Pasqual: Hi. *Ducking half behind him, eyes torn from Freakgirl long enough to give him a quick smile*

Ashlyn Reale: (( Color test! Also, mind if I drop into the scene? ))

Alexa Meserve: "Up stairs?" she says offering the other girl a hand, having someone else with you in a situation like this was good right? umm, maybe. her other hand turns the phone round

Alexa Meserve: ((welcome to drop in just be aware of the nut case))

Morgane Kristanovitch [Mall/open]: She looks at Alexa's hand and wonders what custome this was, but tentivly takes and extends a hand, were they to shake? "That will be good." another glance to Smithy as many people now are just getting the heck away from Smithy giving her a wide berth.

Smithy: *she just keeps peering around with those mad white eyes, she sprawls. *

Francesco Giardini: He looks back to Smithy, shaking his head, and looks back to Jocelyn. "Relax, okay? She's nuts, but she ain't got no reason to go after you. You're all right."

Alexa Meserve: She starts to lead the other girl by the hand towards the stairs, the freak is downstairs so upstairs should be safer right? she starts dialling, 911 into the phone and puts it to her ear looking over her shoulder at smithy, trying to walk instead of running so as not to draw attention, though the speed at which she's walking would do little to differ attention.

Smithy: *nutso is cranking her head, this way and that, a wince as she spreads her legs to dangle her arms between them.. were those..guns? indeed they were*

Ashlyn Reale: She slips in to the mall, one of those dozens of people coming in for the season. She could as well have stepped off of the pages of Vogue. Cropped black hair is put into a fashionable look, tamed and adorned with some little sparkling clip. Despite being 5'10" all on her own, the willowy woman is wearing heeled boots - not even the wedge sort right now. She doesn't really slow or stop inside this place, carefully unbuttoning her peacoat front once she's inside to relative warmth.

Morgane Kristanovitch [Mall/open]: A bit supprise as she tries to keep up with Alexa. They haven't even made introduction to each other and she was holding her hand? A shake of her head she needed to get a book on the local customs.

Jocelyn Pasqual: She already tried to shoot me once. *Nose wrinkling, still keeping half an eye on the girl*

Francesco Giardini: "She what?" He raises an eyebrow. "How come?"

Francesco Giardini: d10: Per+Alert: 8,10,5,4,

Francesco Giardini: He glances over at Ashlyn, taking a moment to look her over. Don't care what the situation is...a man sees a woman like that, he takes a moment to appreciate.

Alexa Meserve: "Umm, uh," she says trying to think what tosay "Crazy peroson, at the mall" shes not thinking and just heading straight up the stairs glancing over her shoulder her voice painiced.

Smithy: *she stretches, clubbing the horrified people on the otherside of the bench with her elbow, she gets up on the bench and announces* Ghostly N00bs! Git your corrupted code the fuck out my walk path, or I gib at random. THis has been a Smithy Announcement! THank you! *she waits a moment.. then jumps out the bench*

Alexa Meserve: d10: percep alert: 5,4,9,5,

Ashlyn Reale: d10: per + alert: 8,7,

Francesco Giardini: Shit. He looks to Smithy, putting a hand on her shoulder and positioning her behind him, while he watches the nutbag. This could get very ugly.

Ashlyn Reale: Alright. It isn't hard to notice, say, the freakish street performer over yonder making a PSA bench style. Being a long lived New Yorker, Ashlyn begins to move away through the crowd. But no way, no way does a woman that tall, let alone a billboard-posted model necessarily blend in to the crowd whenever they'd most desperately wish to. One slim hand holds the black coat closd again, making her way as best she can through the likely somewhat paniced(?) crowd.

Smithy: *a mad jiggle of breasts as she heads to the far exit, guns in her hands, though in her coat, she's shaking her head like she's been told a particularily amusing joke*

Jocelyn Pasqual: She thought I was part of the game, I think. *More than happy to duck behind Francesco*

Francesco Giardini: ((her shoulder = Jocelyn's, of course. :P))

Alexa Meserve: "Bastard" she swears at the thing and just keeps going not the time, a few curses under her breath as she moves faster dragging morgane.

Morgane Kristanovitch [Mall/open]: Morgane still keeping up with Alexa, as they reach the second level and she looks to her speaking to someone on that phone thingy. Her eyes go wide, police were baaaad.

Ashlyn Reale: Seems there's more than one woman with this idea. Her hand slips into her pocket, taking out the phone - a quick grainy camera phone shot of the retreating woman, and then she's calling the familiar, horrible old number - 911 - on her way...nowhere. She won't really recall where she was headed exactly, so long as it wasn't in Freaky McNRABitch's way.

Smithy: *she's moving through the parted crowd, people seeming to avoid her.... *

Alexa Meserve: He eyes dart around for somewhere that's out of the way of where smithy will be able to see, yes hide from the psyco, hiding is good.

Smithy: *she's yet to look at anyone, eyes scanning the mall, Nutjob wary..*

Morgane Kristanovitch [Mall/open]: d10: Wits+Empathy: 1,1,4,8,4,1,

Francesco Giardini: A glare...she's coming this way. He keeps his eyes right on the woman, not really moving directly out of her way...psycho bitch or not, he moves for no one, giant hairy slaughtering machine or crazy naked gun dealer. He's not directly in her path, but he's damn close. His hand strays to his jacket pocket.

Ashlyn Reale: "Jesus Christ, just -get here-," she curses into the phone softly. Though of course in the din and panic of the mall now, jostled among holliday shoppers, she -must- speak up. "Yes, the mall. There's -" a crowd, and plenty of noise among people that would happily trample eachother to get out of the way of a bullet that isn't even coming? Something like that.

Morgane Kristanovitch [Mall/open]: ((*Blinks* well now)) Well that time nothing goes flying, good for the phone but she is a bit more relieved that she doesn't seem to be speaking to anyone on that phone as she get's dragged somewhere.

Smithy: *she stalks past Francesco without even a blink as he pulls out a gun*

Alexa Meserve: d10: Wits Stealth: 8,6,

Francesco Giardini: ((Hasn't pulled anything yet! *S*)) His hand stays in his pocket, watching Smithy walk by. "Hey, you...Smithy." A frown, as she doesn't seem to hear him. "...the fuck?"

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She'll sure as hell move. If he does, that is. For now, she's content to just hide behind him*

Alexa Meserve: well the nearest shop will have to do, she can't see anything much better, not with her head pounding the way it is. into a shop hide behind the counter and maybe the psyco will go away.

Smithy: *Francesco is so entirely ignored its like he's not even there, as she shoulders out the door into the parkinglot*

Morgane Kristanovitch [Mall/open]: The person behind the counter remind Alexa that there is no one allowed behind the counter that does work there. Alexa finds a display to hid behind for her and Morgane, who's eyes are still wide, and she is breathing a bit fast, which isn't lady like at all. "You do not believe that she would have followed us do you? it was a female no?"

Alexa Meserve: "I think" she nods breathing quickly her self. and then sinking down to half sit down and trying to breath slower. "I think we're ok." she says swallowing though she doesn't sound very sure at all.

Francesco Giardini: He waits until Smithy's out the door, then looks to Jocelyn, giving her a smile. "Okay, she's gone...everything's fine. You okay?"

Jocelyn Pasqual: Yeah. *All brave now that the danger is over, chin lifted just a touch as she steps out from behind him* Totally cool.

Smithy: *and outs she goes*

Morgane Kristanovitch [Mall/open]: She continues to stand, it wouldn't do to come back yet again with a wrinkled and dirty outfit, one dissapointment a week that is all she was allowing herself. She smooths her hands over her skirt. eyebrow raiseing. "You are unsure of the outcome?" she looks over her shoulder not seeing any signs of the crazy woman around. "I do not see her. We did not introduce, I am Morgane." she holds a hand out bending over slightly to make sure their hand's can shake.

Francesco Giardini: "All right. You want me to take you outa here, give you a lift home?"

Smithy: ((*grins and heads out* thanks for putting up with the timebomb))

Ashlyn Reale: After an annoyed conversation, she hangs up abruptly and begins walking out into the cleared space of Smithy's wake. She's captured such a lovely look of absolute disdain, pocketing her phone again.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Home. Sure. She still hasn't figure out how to explain where she was* Yeah. That would be great. Thanks.

Jocelyn Pasqual: ((always amusing *s*))

Morgane Kristanovitch [Mall/open]: ((*Hugs Chum* thanks for the fun *S*_))

Alexa Meserve: She looks up at the other girl, and her expreshion is somewhere between wanting to laugh and break down and cry, but she swallows and shakes her hand torying to recompose herself. "Yeah, things kinda got in the way hu?" she says trying to laugh but the smile she manages to produce is a weak one. "I'm alexa, nice to meet you."

Alexa Meserve: ((ah time bomb is good, cya chum))

Ashlyn Reale: (( Way to stir up trouble. *s* Have fun! ))

Francesco Giardini: ((Always fun!))

Francesco Giardini: He nods and puts his hand against Jocelyn's back, leading her toward the door and out.

Morgane Kristanovitch [Mall/open]: She returns the shake then stands back upright smoothing her blouse. "It is a pleasure to be introduced to you Alexa." she watches the expression on the other girls face, blinking a few times. "It was an adventure, but no harm done." did she just call what happened an adventure? sure enough.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Heading out with Francesco*

Francesco Giardini: ((Thanks for the scene, all...see you guys in a bit))