Abbey Randelle: *its chill. not quite
chill enough for a toque, but enough to pink the ears and bring a bit of color
to the porcelion creature's white cheeks. her feet fall lightly as she she
accompanies her fiance into the park. her eyes scan the area calmly, though upon
remembering her banishment from this park, she's rather wishing she'd kept her
sword at hand.. just in case.*
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *The cab deposits the
oddly complementary pair outside the Warrior's Gate- the confines of Central
Park spread out before them as the evening's parkgoers change slowly into that
odd middle ground... freak or late night romantic, all seem to find
possibilities in an evening spent here..*
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *A gentlemanly offered
arm for the lithe, pale creature he walks with, the severe young magyar cuts an
imposing figure.. it is easy enough for the pair to find their way clear of
rabble.*
Abbey Randelle: *a slight tilt of her chin
up to the dark hungarian. she rests her hand carefully precisely on the sleeve
of his suit, kid gloved fingers stroke the fabric idly as she takes his arm,
easy in silence*
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *The low rumble of
Ingvar's voice reaches few ears- he speaks to Abbey with the oddly detached
deference of a gentleman.* ...and the reason for such a banishment?
Abbey Randelle: One can only guess sir.
*she murmers quietly, walking a ways before elaborating* A fellow had insinuated
that i was either dealing in twisted magics, or under the sway of the undead.
was at one point albeit banished from Downtown altogether.. *a squirk of lips,
her eyes find his a moment. one can only guess how seriously she took this*
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *A rumbling chuckle
drift pleasantly through the air.. their walk carries them down the pleasant
lanes of the park, at this time of night the sidewalk bathed in small puddles of
flourescent that stretch away into the distance like a string of christmas
lights.*
Abbey Randelle: *she slips along beside
him, pale creature a prefect acompaniment to the dark man towering beside her.
she murmers in a voice that carries only between them*
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Fine lips purse as he
considers.. a slight frown, he murmurs down to the woman.*
Abbey Randelle: *grey eyes slip to his as
she murmers bakc*
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Aside from their
exchanges, the only sound remains the smooth, rhythmic click of Ingvar's
bootheels against the concrete.*
Katana: It was a nice evening for a walk and anytime she
had like this she cherished it. Dressed in a thick winter coat jeans and
jumpboots, long thick black hair is worn lose, gloved hand holding onto a little
girl with one hand, some packages with the other gloved hand.
Miki: Miki walks along side
Katana, almost bouncing some as she licks her fingers. The young girl has on a
thick coat along with some blue jeans and keds. The gil is a very young spitting
image of Katana with long black hair that is thick and healthy looking.
Miki: "You going to get me that new game mommy?" she asks as she walks along with Katana with a little bounce to her step still.
Misty Gremoore: Slender, graceful, always
watching and curious, with fastidiously clean habits and always clothing of deep
blacks and purples and greens; usually laces and silks, very much a goth. Lace
goth at that. Eyeliner. A pentacle on a tight necklace always there, as well.
Katana: "I might baby. We'll have to make sure it's okay
with Daddy too," she laughs a little bit.
Misty Gremoore: Walking a random path through
the park, the well-dressed young goth twirls what looks like a furled lace
parasol. Gloves, scarf, a three-quarter coat, a long skirt that has at least one
layer of petticoats in this just-above-freezing weather. Sixteen at best, and a
small white tube between dark red lips. Steam coming out with every breath. And
a hat. The hat is small, and velvet, and cute
Abbey Randelle: *the pale ghost of a girl
inclines her head, a slight purse of pale rose lips, cheeks pinking nicely on
the delicate albino as she glides along beside Ingvar*
Miki: Miki giggles more about
that and nods. "Oh he'll say yes."
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Pale eyes flick through
the trees as Ingvar and Abbey walk along... her words bear contemplation, and he
proceeds to do so in silence. An eyebrow quirks as they move along, the three
other figures noted, he does occasionally glance again as they near over time.
For now, another distant boil of thunder from the Magyar's chest.*
Misty Gremoore: First noticing the pale
albino - her own hair is a perfect, sleek black - and then the larger figure
beside her, dark red lips move to a -smirk- around her faux cigarette. And she
alters her path, trotting across the grass - in boots with small heels - to
intersect them.
Abbey Randelle:
d10: per alert: 3,1,1,7,
Katana: d10: per +
alert: 1,7,8,7,8,
Abbey Randelle: *the graceful porcelion
creature doesn't notice anything, rather absorbed in the man she's speaking to
in intimate murmers*
Katana: She spots a familiar figure along the path as she
and her daughter walk, and head toward him. "I'd like you to meet a friend of
the family, baby," she smiles to the girl.
Miki: Miki continues going
along with Katana, looking up to her and then over to where she was glancing.
"Okay, are they nice?"
Katana: "He's nice. I don't know who the woman is with
him."
Misty Gremoore: Parasol twirled, a la singing
in the rain, moving along to the path before the two, right in their way - about
fifteen metres - then planting the tip of the parasol, steel-shod, on the
ground, and both her hands resting on the curved handle. head back, proud, and
just a grin. The fauz cigarette, dropped, and crushed beeath a boot. And just
that bright, smug grin to Ingvar and Abbey
Abbey Randelle: *a slight shake of the
pale woman's hed. muted and polite*
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Pale eyes flicker
toward the approaching figures.. Katana and her.. small companion noted with a
nod and canted eyebrow.. the odd young lady with a parasol remains a mystery
however. His empty gaze favors the child for a moment before he nods to the
adult.* Good evening, madam..
Gefion Frieden Mahhomand: **Beneath honey curling tresses
of hair is the rounded invitation of her face, deceptively delicate in its
beauty. Hazel colored voids are her eyes always ringed by defining lines of
black, stark against the exotic undertones of her skin and the rich blue based
reds painting her generous mouth. A breathing contradiction she is sensually
curvacious in form, languid in gesture, and sultry in voice; but to know her is
to understand that there exists always a system of touch, subtle threat in every
gesture, and an arsenal of razor edged words waiting to cut without prejudice.**
Abbey Randelle: *her attention moves
with Ingvar's greeting. cold grey eyes setting on Katana and the... child. a
polite inclination of her head, before she takes in Misty as well*
Miki: Miki just nods as she
follows along with Katana, looking back and forth between the little trio that
is together.
Katana: "Good evening," she glance between him and her
daughter.
Misty Gremoore: A slight dip of her head, but
only some, the pentacle at her throat matt against her black scarf, tucked under
it. Words addressed to Ingvar, smoother than her 16 years should really allow,
smooth and sleek and low. "I meant to ask" Brightly, as though picking up a
conversation from an hour ago "Elet agaz neyok istel ... what exactly does it
mean?" Her pronunciation isn't exactly good. But it's ... close.
Katana: Grey eyes flicker to the young girl with the
parasol, seeming partially annoyed about something, but not verbalising it.
Ingvar Urgahaldt:
d10: wits/sub: 9,4,1,4,7,1,
Abbey Randelle: *grey eyes to Misty. one
would swear it was below freezing, not just hovering above.. sudden chill of
winter striking*
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *His gaze snaps in
suprise at the young lady with the parasol..*
Gefion Frieden Mahhomand: **A liquid series of
movements brings the clove caressed cigarette to her mouth, its silver embossed
case to her left hand, the lighter up a fur lined sleeve across her night
shadowed face, and a curling tendril of smoke released before her next step down
the winding East bound path.**
Ingvar Urgahaldt:
d10: : 8,9,2,3,9,6,
Corbin Justice: Rides up on his cycle with
his passenger, parking it conveniently. "You have to check this place out. We
won't be out long, I know it's cold."
Misty Gremoore: Her smile remains, utterly
confident and bright and assured, for all she's wearing black with maybe some
silver and red. Accent, a touch rarified NYC. Posing - there's no other word,
posing with the parasol, and her own grey eyes wink at Abbey
Miki: Miki stands next to
Katana, and waves to Abbey before looking over to Misty and then the big man.
"Hello." she chirps up politely.
Abbey Randelle: *a thin white eyebrow
darts up, the pale creature stands politely, a picture of old money poise and
decorum*
Katana: "Hello, madame. I'm Katana. This is Miki. She's
quite the friendly one."
Tabitha Kavelin: *She ambles into the
park, her black-brown hair pulled back behind her ears, blue eyes glancing
around as she steps along hte pathways, sipping a cup of cocoa*
Abbey Randelle: *the child is treated in
classic high society fashion. if its unpleasant.. pretend it doesn't exist...
that is.. until she's introduced* A pleasure. Abbey Randelle. *a small gloved
hand extended with practiced grace*
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Pale green pools arrow
directly for her necklace, before flicking to her eyes and narrowing slightly.
Shadows hang in the starkly handsome man's face, unmoving as promises of things
to come are smoothed away by rigid decorum.* It means, lady, that you should
butcher your own language as you please.. do, however, leave mine alone. Your
pronunciation is atrocious.. *His eyes slip back toward Katana as he cants an
eyebrow at the little girl.* Who is the young lady?
Nathaniel Dikastis (PT): "That's cool,
Corey, I got my jacket." He looks around curiously.
Misty Gremoore: Stepping forward, the parasol
whirled to rest over her shoulder and held rifle-fashion, her own gloved hand
taking Abbey's - and she bends, to almost kiss it, then straighten. Poker faced
"Misty Greymoore. And you have simply excellent taste. Do you wear green in
spring?"
Miki: "I'm Miki!" she says
brightly to Ingvar.
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He waits for Abbey's
introduction to conclude, before offering his own hand to the child.* Good
evening miss.. I am Ingvar Urgahaldt.. an associate of Ms. Katana's..
Misty Gremoore: "Now that, sir, was an
evasion I'd be proud of when speaking to my tutors." Lips bright between her
teeth "My congratulations on it"
Corbin Justice: He nods to Nathaniel. "This
is THE park. You know the one. But be careful how you word things. Very
careful." Walks into the park. 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. His black hair
is kept short, though is forever tousled and having to be pushed back from his
eyes. His skin has a golden olive tone to it. He has a particular look to him, a
shade of lineage, for those who can perceive such things. (PB 4)
http://www.wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&pos=-366
Abbey Randelle: I do not. *polite smile.
chill. but the very air around her seems chill.. she delicately reclaims her
hand* A pleasure to meet you Miss Gremoore. *her hand fold in front of her once
she's been properly introduced. she manages to keep a straight face at "Katana"
in fact, rather polite*
Abbey Randelle: *the pale creature glances
at the dainty silver watch on her wrist, breifly enough to be discrete, if not
unnoticed entirely*
Corbin Justice: Mutters, "And call me Corey
in front of others, and you'll be Nat to every single citizen of the city."
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *The uncouth...
disappointing.. but in public one must either break or ignore them.. the Judge
choses the latter- there are children present.*
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She walks into the
park...it's been a while, but ehh, who's counting? The woman walks in and moves
along the paths, humming a snippet of some song or another as she takes a drag
off her cigarette.
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.
Katana: "A pleasure to miss you Ms Randelle." Then to
Ingvar. "This is my little pride and joy. We're out shopping."
Tabitha Kavelin: *She glances about,
noting the group of interesting-looking (to say the least!) people. She takes
her ubiquious sketchpad from under the paint-spattered jacket she wears, looking
for a bench nearby*
Miki: The young five year old
eagerly takes his hand. "Ingvar Urgahaldt?" she says with suprising accuracy on
the tongue. "Neat name!"
Nathaniel Dikastis (PT): He mumbles under
his breath. "Here 15 minutes, and the preachin' starts... damn..." Getting off
the bike he nods to Corbin, speaking louder. "Okay. I think I get the hint."
*He's a slender young man wearing baggy black cargo pants, and a thick black
cable sweater, an army surplus backpack slung over one shoulder. His ebony hair
is slicked back into a pony-tail that trails down his back, leaving only a thick
round of curls over his forehead, almost obscuring one eye. Khol outlines the
visible crystal-blue eye, a curl of an Egyptian looking symbol etched around. He
has the appearance of someone who is perhaps in the middle of a growth spurt -
just this side of lanky - or perhaps someone who has been recently ill. Not
overly tall, afew inches shorter than Corbin, he looks a few years older,
although with the eye make-up it's hard to tell.*
Corbin Justice: ~wearing faded blue
jeans, tight, with a hole worn through one knee...along with a black and white
White Zombie t-shirt under a black wool blazer~
Misty Gremoore: "Is that so?" Glancing
between man and child, and a nod, slipping the parasol down to rest it under her
arm "Well, Mister Urgahaldt. I've been asked to pass along thanks for breakfast.
Though" And she leans in, quite serious a moment "My friend -did- mention your
choice of dining companion. Frankly, in a public restaurent?"
Nathaniel Dikastis (PT): He flops the
backpack onto the bike and digs in it, getting out a worn, black leather jacket
that he slips into. "Corey, any chance of snaggin' somethin' to drink?"
Abbey Randelle: *an eyebrow raises to
Misty. the albino look so polite. that muted.. semi interested smile on pale
rose lips.. head tilted just so as she listens.. temperature dropping rapidly
around them*
Corbin Justice: "We can look for a vendor."
He walks into the park, looking around.
Corbin Justice:
d10: notice: 6,2,8,8,8,4,2,6,
Tabitha Kavelin: *Settles herself down,
glancing toward the group, taking another sip of cocoa before she begins to
draw*
Corbin Justice: Large group of people...he
blinks and slows his steps. Captures Nathaniel by the shoulder, not hard, and
whispers to him.
Katana: The cold doesn't appear to phase Katana at all,
nor does she seem to really notice.
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She glances around
as she walks along, noting...a bunch of people. Her eyes pass over the large
group...Misty gets a look of interest, before she grins a little Ingvar's way.
Abbey also gets a look. She approaches.
Nathaniel Dikastis (PT): "Or I can just
tear out a bottle of wine, but.. that might not be too cool." He chuckles,
halting and listening to Corbin with an air of indulgence.
Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He frowns at the
annoying creature with the umbrella before addressing Katana again.* Ms.
Randelle and I were just going to catch a cab on 5th avenue... care to join for
a walk?
Abbey Randelle: *grey eyes slip to Reyna
approaching. polite smile. chill. grey eyes slip to Ingvar*
Corbin Justice: "We'll get something to
drink soon. I should really introduce you to them. Though they might be pretty
busy." Heading that way, at an angle where they can be easily seen so a simple
gesture or look from Ingvar or Katana will say whether or not they wish to be
disturbed.
Katana: "We would love that, Mr. Urgahaldt."
Miki: Miki just looks around at
everyone, wide eye and grinning from ear to ear.
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Ingvar...long
time, no see." She walks right up, all ceremony tossed aside. Though Abbey gets
a smile and a polite nod...some etiquette in place. For whatever reason, she
always gets the civility. "Miss Randelle."
Misty Gremoore: Parasol. Not umberella. Only one will be useful in the rain. Chattering to Abbey and Ingvar, however much they ignore her for now "Very well, sir" And a somewhat ... heavy sigh "I'll accede to your request." An eyelid drops, as she half-turns, again, parasol coming to hand to rest on the ground "But do take care? If there wasn't someone so sweet as to take in strays, the world would be a duller place"
Katana: "Where'd all the people come from?" she mumbles
under her breath in Japanese, still being very polite, perhaps because her
daughter is there and is on her best behavior.
Abbey Randelle: Miss Reiruno. Always a
pleasure. *if she gets the humor in the statement its hard to tell, behind all
that decorum...what wait.. take in strays?.. she smoothes her white clothing
with a deft flick of a hand*
Nathaniel Dikastis (PT): His eyes cut
across toward Ingvar and Katana, but he makes no outward sign of seeing them. He
'does' push his hair out of his eye (though it is only a moment before it slides
back) and straighten his travel-worn clothes slightly.
Mark Souma: *Asian punk. Plain and simple.
Piercings. The AC/DC shirt. The torn jeans. Jean jacket. He looks around the
park, with a grin that screams the world is his.*
Mark Souma: *He shifts his backpack from
one shoulder to another, gnawing on a piece of gum, as he looks around to
observe the passersby.*
Mark Souma:
d10: per+alert: 9,2,4,5,8,3,10,
Katana: Grey eyes glance over to Corbin politely, but it's
obvious that she isn't calling him or his friend over at the moment as her
attention returns back to Ingvar and Abbey.
Mark Souma:
d10: reroll ten: 6,
Corbin Justice: A faint nod to Katana
and he veers towards a vendor. "We can get you a soda over here," he tells
Nathaniel.
Mark Souma: *Huh. Busy night here at the
park. He chews, and walks through, head held up. Mumbled Japanese? Huh. He
doesn't listen too closely. It's rude to mumble.*
Nathaniel Dikastis (PT): He glances around
for a vendor. "Then maybe we outta grab a drink first."
Miki: Miki still hangs close to
Katana, the five year old yawning slightly but tries to hide it for the moment.
Corbin Justice: Nathaniel: "A drink
where? I thought you wanted a soda." Faint frown.
Misty Gremoore: Tapping a foot, ever so
slightly, as she grins up at the hungarian, and a polite grin to the Ice Queen.
Tabitha Kavelin: *Her eyes move toward Nat
and Corbin, pausing her sketching just long enough to take the final sip from
her cocoa, tossing hte empty cup into a trash bin*
Nathaniel Dikastis (PT): (Talk about a
delayed post - stick there last one where it should be) Nodding, he follows
Corbin, letting his eye shift slightly to take in the group again. "A DP would
be cool, or whatever they got."
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "A pleasure to see
you as well, Miss Randelle." She nods her head. "Trust you've been well?"
Corbin Justice: "I'm sure they've got
it." Heading over to the vendor.
Abbey Randelle: Indeed. and yourself Miss
Reiruno? Well I hope? *they would be late. she was certain of it. a walk through
the park... rubbish. *
Katana: Katana lets go of Miki'a hand and pulls her up
into her arm qith easy, letting her daughter get comfortable, while keeping a
close protective hold of her.
Corbin Justice: ~Indeed, Dr. Pepper and
several other sodas. Just closing up for the night, but still open for a few
minutes.~
Mark Souma: *And now, it's placement
and listen. So much to learn from crowds.*
Mark Souma: ((*steals one of the Dr.
Peppers OOCly*))
Miki: Miki wraps her arms
around her mom as she watches people, especially Abbey, Ingvar, and now Reyna as
well as Misty.
Abbey Randelle: *Katana's unfortunate
condition isn't acknowledged, Abbey far too polite to point out that the woman
seems to have some child on her.*
Tabitha Kavelin: Hmmmm... *A tilt of her
head, before looking back to Ingvar and co, sketching away*
Nathaniel Dikastis (PT): He digs in his
pants pocket and comes out with a load of change and a few bills wadded
together. "How much are they? I spent most of what I had on the trip. Damn junk
food machines cost a bundle, and the food sucks."
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: A drag of smoke is
exhaled, away from the group, and she shrugs. "Been better, been worse." She
grins slightly. Been much better, and been much worse, now that I think of it."
Misty Greymoore: Another bright smile, about
heeling - which takes her to half-facing Abbey again "Do, again, give my thanks
to your charming companion." And then, she clacks off, twirling the parasol as
she goes
Corbin Justice: He pays for the sodas, getting a sickingly sweet grape one for himself.
: No lurker posting, take a nick.
Katana: d10: :
8,6,6,
Mark Souma: *He flops down on a bench, and
merely watches. Chewing on his gum.*
Nathaniel Dikastis (PT): (Ouch...) He
grins. "Thanks, Corey." Dumping the money back into his pocket he takes the
soda. He grins when he sees Corbin's choice. "You're gonna be bouncin' off the
ceiling.
Corbin Justice: Nathaniel: "I've still got
some money." Walking away from the vendor with his brother. "Anyway, your room
is free and I'll see about getting you a job somewhere."
Corbin Justice: He laughs. "And I won't
go into how much caffeine I've had today."
Abbey Randelle: *was it polite to curse
someone in- nono.. one must not. manners Miss randelle.. Manners.. an
inclination of her head as the girl moves away* good evening miss Gremoore.
*abbey begins to walk toawrds the cab with ingvar.. they would be late* I
regret.. Miss Riruno.. It grows late, and should we dally longer we shall be
late for an engagement.. *a polite smile to Katana.. Katana?! oh dear. the woman
was tragic. * I trust you understand
Tabitha Kavelin: *Peers at the guy who
just sat down. It's getting crowded... Smiles slightly, leaning her head back a
moment before flipping hte page*
Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((booted. twice))
Nathaniel Dikastis (PT): He downs about
half the soda before responding to Corbin. "That's cool. Do I get a real bed, or
a pallet on the floor? Not complainin' if it is mind ya.
Katana: Katana looks a little surprised since Ingvar had
been the one to suggest they share a cab, and looks to him to see if the
invitation had just been cancelled.
Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((wait- he didn't advise they share a
cab, but invited her on the walk across the park. That many people wouldn't fit
in one.*S* But, as I'm having some real browser trouble, let's just say he
exited with Abbey until I can get a handle on things.))
Corbin Justice: Nathaniel: He laughs and
checks him with an elbow to the ribs. "It's a real bed. Morgane or Nicoleta, I
forget which, cleaned it up for you."
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She nods a
little bit to Abbey, sighing. "We'll have to get together some time...if you
don't mind, of course."
Katana: ((Okay. No worries at all. We'll say he gave her
an indication that they needed to go. And that works. *smile*))
Nathaniel Dikastis (PT): A fine spray of
soda gets spit in Corbin's direction when he is elbowed, but he chuckles. "I'll
be a good boy and not ask why it needed 'cleanin' up."
Corbin Justice: Thoughtfully, "You know,
Nathaniel...Morgane made this incredible fresh baked bread with marinara
sauce...you hungry?" ((I"ll have to get going for TT gaming.))
Katana: ((Too many convos going on to keep up with the
screen. *laugh*)) "Good evening to you both Ms Randelle and Mr Urgahaldt." Then
back to Miki, maybe we should go ahead and get you home. You look tired, baby."
Corbin Justice: He wipes off the sticky
drops of liquid. "Nothing nasty. Ain't that kind of a place."
Abbey Randelle: thank you however for
the kindly invitation miss reiruno. Good evening. A pleasure seeing you again,
and a pleasure to meet you madam. *..she's not saying that name. an inlination
of her head, polite smile.. and the slender white wisp of a girl and broad tower
of dark hungarian stride out the park *
Abbey Randelle: (ignore "however"))
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Good bye, Miss
Randelle. A pleasure."
Abbey Randelle: ((fleeeeing *poofs*))
Nathaniel Dikastis (PT): (That's okay, I
need to do some stuff with his sheet) He perks up a bit. "Food? Sounds good to
me, Corey." He does a quick side-glance again toward the group. "Might be better
anyway to clean up some before I meet your friends."
Tabitha Kavelin: *Scritches hte charcoal
against hte paper, glancing now and again to Marcus*
Miki : She yawns again, this
time not hiding it. "Okay, will you tell me a story when we get home?"
Mark Souma: *He chews, and looks over his
shoulder. And then back to the group leaving. He actually looks pensive.*
Corbin Justice: "They're busy. Wonder who
the platinum blonde is with Ingvar?" He shrugs and heads out towards his Honda
cycle. ((Bye everyone!))
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She watches Abbey
head off, and looks around, taking a drag off her smoke as she looks around
curiously.
Miki : (Take care :) )
Nathaniel Dikastis (PT): He trails after
Corbin, tossing the can into a nearby trashcan. "Hell if I'de know. But, I could
use a smoke too... I can smoke there, right?" He gets on the bike, and leaves
with Corbin. (See all later :)
Katana: "Sure. I have lots of stories..." she grins and
heads on out of the park.
Corbin Justice: "Outside you can, yeah."
Smirks, handing the helmet to Nathaniel. ((And I'm off...))
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: And suddenly,
everyone's walking away. Story of her life.
Tabitha Kavelin: *Doesn't seem top be
going anywhere. In fact, seems rather comfy on her bench* [http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Kittenpeeler/tabitha.jpg]
Nathaniel Dikastis (PT): (And I'm off to
adjust. Have fun ya'll)
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: A glance does
over to Tabitha, and she grins, nodding to her...and a grin and a nod to Mark,
too. "Hola," she says, to them both.
Mark Souma: *He grins, and raises a hand
to the ... woman with a nice rack. He gets snapped free of his reverie, and
notes the girl with the sketch pad as well. Crazy world.*
Tabitha Kavelin: *A glance up from her
drawing* Huh? Er... Hi.
Dusty: (Can anyone PM me and let me know
which ST was playing Mik here a few minutes ago? I was speaking to them about
something, and I need to reestablish contact if I can)
Dusty: (Oh well :) Thanks anyway)
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Er...hi, back."
She winks at Tabitha. "S'up?"
Tabitha Kavelin: *Nods towards Mark* Just
putting that guy over there on paper. You?
Mark Souma: *He arches an eyebrow.* Uhh...
s'cuse me?
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Careful. You can
steal someone's soul that way." A chuckle.
Tabitha Kavelin: Reyna: That's cameras.
*Looks to Mark with a smirk* Oh... Nothing.
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Ahh, that's just
what they TELL you..."
Tabitha Kavelin: Damn the man. *A sage,
somewhat patronizing nod*
Mark Souma: *He scowls, and gets up.* Why?
*He tries to get a look at the sketch pad.*
Tabitha Kavelin: *It's just a basic, rough
sketch of a figure in his slumped position* Uh... Sorry? You were in an
interesting position...
Mark Souma: *He blinks.* Oh. well then.
*He shrugs, and is clearly trying not to preen.*
Tabitha Kavelin: Mark: *She lifts her
eyebrows, light blue eyes peering up at him* ...MY soul now.
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She leans over and
looks at it. "Not bad..."
Mark Souma: Naw, sold my soul LONG ago for
half a mallomar.
Tabitha Kavelin: I try. *A tilt of her
head towards Reyna* Thanks.
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Dude...you shoulda
gotten sold it on E-bay. Could've at LEAST gotten a full mallomar, plus a Fig
Newton. Maybe even a half a Teddy Graham, too."
Tabitha Kavelin: Mark: Only half? *She
ponders* You ripped them off so bad.
Mark Souma: Meh. I think I got the better
end. Besides, I just wrote "My soul" on a piece of paper. Think I fooled him.
*He flashes teeth.*
Tabitha Kavelin: I s'pose... *She offers
her hand* I'm Tabitha.
Mark Souma: *He takes the offered hand.*
Mark. *Clearly, the greeting is for nice-tits as well.*
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Reyna." No hand-shaking, as they're busy engaged doing so...she takes a drag off her smoke.
Tabitha Kavelin: Nice to meet the both
of you. Fellow park slummers?
Mark Souma: Somethin' like that, *he says
with a shrug.* Just checkin' it out really. Amazing how much you can learn just
by watching.
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "When I got time."
She grins a little. "Typically, I just jump park slummers and steal their
portraits they drew of other people for sheer joy. So, whatcha up to again?" She
winks at Tabitha.
Tabitha Kavelin: Reyna: About to kick
your ass if you try that? *She smiles cheerfully, chuckling*
Mark Souma: Two chicks fighting over my
soul, *he says with a smirk, and he flops on the ground. It's still wet. A
wrinkle of his nose, as he digs into the pocket of his jean jacket to pull out
his own cigarettes.*
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Naah, you're in
luck. Every tenth person, I let go. Besides, I'm out of lye."
Tabitha Kavelin: Mark: Ahem. My
soul, you mean, Mr. Mallomar? *Huffs a bit then blinks at Reyna* ...lye?
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She nods. "Lye."
Tabitha Kavelin: So, what... Tou steal
their portraits and then clean their plumbing?
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((BRB, guys.))
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((By before I
vanish for a few...)) "Lye helps the bodies dissolve."
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((By=But. And NOW
I'll BRB))
Tabitha Kavelin: Mmmm. Lütecadaver. *Looks
to Mark with a smile* Such charming people at night...
Mark Souma: *He flashes a grin at that.*
and cute to boot, *he says with a serious nod.*
Tabitha Kavelin: Mark: Why thank you. *She
curls the left side of her mouth in a small smirk*
Mark Souma: I was talking about me, *he
says with a cant of his head.*
Tabitha Kavelin: Mark: So that makes me
the charming one?
Mark Souma: Well, you did draw my picture,
*he says with a nod.*
Tabitha Kavelin: Well, I kinda drew those
other folks, too. *Flipping hte page back. "Kinda" is indeed the right words.
Just rough outlines* Been lazy.
Mark Souma: You do it for fun or profit?
Tabitha Kavelin: This? Fun. I do web
design to keep myself fed.
Mark Souma: Ahh.. Cool, *he says with a
casual nod.*
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She's still sitting
there, listening quietly as she smokes, a little snarky grin on her face.
Tabitha Kavelin: *A shrug of one
shoulder* And in my spare time, I outdistance DaVInci...
Mark Souma: *He arches an eyebrow.*
Well... not hard to out-distance someone who's dead. *He flashes another grin.*
Tabitha Kavelin: *She pauses a moment, not
sure how to retort to that one* ...Touche.
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Sure it is.
'specially if you strap a rocket to his back."
Mark Souma: But then he runs into stuff,
makes a complete mess. Then you've only outdistanced pieces of him. and that is
just weird.
Tabitha Kavelin: *She laughs softly* See,
I was picturing some guy tossing him ahead of you... But a rocket works too
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Catapult?"
Mark Souma: I don't think he'd make a dent
in the stone fortress you're attacking.
Tabitha Kavelin: Mark: After all these
years he's probably at least partially fossilized...
Mark Souma: Hrm... *He rubs his chin*
Maybe.
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Strapped to the
roof of a Semi?" She grins...yes, she's enjoying this.
Mark Souma: Naw, it's DaVinci. Let's
have some respect. *He smirks.*
Tabitha Kavelin: *She squints one eye* Put
hiom in one of his ornithopters. Or the corkscrew parachute.
Mark Souma: *He points to Tabitha.* THERE
y'go.
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Ornithopter.
Definitely. Even if it IS only an Oh-Two Artifact."
Mark Souma: NOW we're thinking, *he says
with a grin.*
Tabitha Kavelin: *She blinks at Reyna. And
blinks again* But at least it's free...
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "True dat." She
winks to Tabitha.
Mark Souma: *He yawns at that.* As
exciting as this is, I've gotta get the fuck out of here. No school tomorrow.
Which means there are clubs calling my name.
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Yeah...I think I
got me a few rounds to make. Money doesn't come to me on it's own, after all..."
Tabitha Kavelin: Mark: Makes you feel like
a baby seal, huh?
Mark Souma: *He snorts at Tabitha's
words.* Only the REALLY cute ones with the big eyes.
Tabitha Kavelin: Mark: So huggable.
Mark Souma: And their skin's so soft,
*he says with a smirk.* Nice meeting someone with half a fuckin' brain around
here. Seeya. *He pushes himself off the ground, and shakes off.*
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Later." She smirks
to Mark, then looks to Tabitha. "Catch ya around."
Mark Souma: *He waves, and departs.*
Tabitha Kavelin: Seeya. *She tilts her
chin upwards at them*
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: And with a grin,
she heads off, out of the park.
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Thanks for the scene. *Hugs*))