Dimitri Hann: Dimitri C. Hann - A small thin man with a jittery unassuming manner about him. Head sunk low, he seems to want to make himself smaller than his wraith-like 5'5 frame allows for already. Looong thin fingers flicker through fine blonde hair, which curls in embarrassingly unruly ringlets to his jaw. His face is thin and gaunt, almost undernourished. He is not an overly attractive man, narrow set jaw and giant ski slope of a nose clashing. thin lipped with watery blue eyes.. he looks like if you sneezed you'd likely send him flying... and he'd apologize to you for being such a klutz. He's in his mid 30's, stooped posture crumpling an otherwise meticulously put together olive tweed suit, which does nothing to hide his scrawniness*

Dimitri Hann: *he's sitting, knees drawn to his chest. reading carefully some assorted papers in one thin near skeletol hand. blue eyes flitting about warily in the flicker of a dying parklamp. he might as well light a billboard that says PREY*

Dimitri Hann: *he blinks hard as a curl of straw blonde hair falls into his eye, pushing it away with a twitch of long fingers as he pats a nervous beat on his temple in steady repeating rythym*

Dimitri Hann: *what was that song again? he hums a few weak bars before his face crumples into a grimace of self loathing, head shaking as he crumples papers in his hand with a hiss of frustration* N-N-nO. No. *he nods to himself in determination. no.*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: The first thing you'll notice about Alyssa is her rich olive skintone that holds a certain softness about the girl. Her eyes are a deep brown, lashes thick and dark giving the air of heavy makeup though you'll never catch the girl wearing any. Her dark hair is cropped short, and holds a natural wave that delightfully frames her mediteranian cheek structure. She dresses in simple garments, generally natural fibers and earthy tones to accent her features. She is average height, roughly five foot six inches, weighing about 115. Despite her small stature, she give the air of strength and a willingness to fight for what she believes in. Age is hard to tell with this one. Looks alone would place her in her teens, though she carries herself with the pride of an older woman. She makes no effort in speaking to hide her thick greek accent.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa bounces down the path peering curiously this way and that for a clear soft patch of grass to set up on. She has slung over her shoulder a heavy messenger style bag, crammed full of who knows what. She offers bright smiles to the passersby.. and ignores the negative reactions she receives in reply.

Dimitri Hann: *push it down. push it down. pale watery blue eyes squint shut tightly as he fights whatever demons plague small twitchy men in the dead of autumn nights. he ducks his head and flops limply sideways, making an unholy squaaaa noise of greif*

Dimitri Hann: d10: per alert: 6,1,2,10,3,5,10,5,

Dimitri Hann: d10: rereoll: 6,6,

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa bounces just past Dimitri and plops down on the grass two yards away from where he's sitting. She offers the man a bright smile and goes about digging through her bag.

Dimitri Hann: *footsteps. something..fabric slapping fabric. someone coming. rifling.. someone sitting nearby.. the tin man rubs his face on his knees like a haster cleaning himself, pale blue eyes peering at her, glistening moist under the dying street lamp. he shifts away from her, hands curling into pointy bone hammers. just in case* Wh-wh-what do y-you want?

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She turns to look over her shoulder at the man, still with an optomistic smile "I want to conduct my nightly prayers. Am I bothering you, man?"

Dimitri Hann: Y-y-es.... I mean.. no-n-n-n-no. I.. *he trails off, drawing farther away. nightly prayers. worth a shot. his voice squeals between teeth* h-h--ow d-d-do.. why d-d-do you pr-pray?

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She tilts her head curiously.. watching the man with an excited grin. She pulls out a white cloth and lays it out picnic style "Because I would make for a terrible priestess if I didn't pray."

Dimitri Hann: s-s-s-sorry. *he nods, then shakes his head* thats.. i.. i.. ththathats not to uh. imimimply that i ththink you're a t-terribel.. i mean.. what i m-m-meant to say.. i .. uh.. was.. *a hard swallow as he just gives a hiss and buries his hea back in his knees. what was the point freak?*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa continues to pull things from her bag. A wine jug.. an ornate goblet.. a ceremonial falcata.. She gives a soft giggle at the man "It's alright. You didn't know. I've not met one barbarian yet that prays as much as I do. It's probably why the gods don't favor New Yorkers." She gives a proud nod, arranging her things on the cloth.

Dimitri Hann: *god gets a high choked laugh, something predatory slipping into the twiggy man's frame as he unfolds and blinks moist eyes at her* there is n-n-no g-g-god.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She gives a soft laugh, and pulls out twe bundles of freshly cut ivy and a bag of kalamata olives "The gods sing to me daily. You probably can't hear them because you were raised a savage." She gives a tiny nod, confident.. but not condescending. A hint of pity in her words.

Dimitri Hann: d10: self control: 8,8,9,

Joshua Coil: *He walks into the park, a newspaper tucked under one arm, the coffee cup in a hand. He seems rather concentrated on a bench.*

Dimitri Hann: greeee.. *its a high noise of fury suddenly, little man standing on the bench, arms slightly away from his body as he lets out a sob* wh-wha-what do you kn-know of.. si-si-singing?! *push it down.. push it down......beady little eyes bug, teeth clenched*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa tilts her head, inching closer on the cloth toward where she laid her falcata "Why are you so angry? I know a great deal about singing.." She blinks obliviously at the man. Certainly it wasn't something SHE said..

Dimitri Hann: whwhwhat does she knknknow of singing. .. of singing. ..*he blinks back the anger, reigning himself in, crumpling, he's almost shrinking into himself as he mutters, voice cracking weakly as looong fingers play a familiar tune on his elbow as he clutches himself*

Dimitri Hann: d10: per alert: 5,7,4,6,9,8,5,7,

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She keeps a curious gaze on the man and unbundles her ivy, speading it across the white cloth. She uncorks the wine and pours some into the ornate goblet, taking a second to idly scratch a bandaged forearm.

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

Dimitri Hann: *heavy steps. slush of liquid. his eyes flick towards the path josh is coming up warily, then back to the pretty woman making fun of him.*

Joshua Coil: *He looks up, and frowns slightly. Puzzled, perhaps, as he sits on a bench. He remains wary.*

Ricky Prince: He stalks his way into Battery Park...hell, here at least, he should be a little safe. Safe-ER, at least, then anywhere else. He looks around, sniffing at the air as he makes his way along the mall.

((DD if anyone needs it: Caged fury rails behind the blue-green irises in this young man’s face. Maybe 23, 24 years old, with unruly golden-brown hair that ends midway down his neck and covering his ears, he walks with the moves of a predator, stalking his prey...whatever that may be. He has a habit for wearing solid-color or band T-shirts, usually greens and reds or industrial and Goth metal, and a pair of torn. dirty jeans. A pair of fingerless gloves cover his hands. Animals tend to shy away from him, sensing his status at the top of the food chain combined with a sharper instinct then even they possess.))

Joshua Coil: ((Ahh yes! And the simple to find DD... www.geocities.com/fangwulf/josh.html))

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa sets the goblet next to the bag of aolives and digs in her bag to pull out a tiny white robe. She slips her long sleeved shirt over her head and takes the time to fold the thing next to the cloth. Scars are revealed up both forearms, a fresh bandage on the right, and an entirely bare chest to boot. She doesn't appear shy in the slightest.

Ricky Prince: d10: Per+Alrt (Ac. Sense): 3,2,2,5,2,

Dimitri Hann: *blue eyes widen. Big man. that was a very big,, inherently frightening man. don't look at him don't look at him don't look at him. he blinks. something coming. the little man steps down of the bench tidily. fidgetty, smoothing his tweed suit. though he blinks several times at Alyssa*

Dimitri Hann: um. uh.. y-y-y-you.. *he's flinching away from the sight of her breasts, waving a slender finger. what did he say?. he clears his throat, curling smaller*

Ricky Prince: The walking dead dog-man is quite distracted tonight, and he senses no one until her's very, very near. Finally, he sees Joshua. When he's about 10 feet away...well within striking distance. He yelps a little in surprise and leaps back, watching Joshua warily.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Humming a soft melody to herself, Alyssa wiggles into the tiny white robe and pulls the thing over her thighs. Then she goes about removing her shoes and pants.. folding them in the same manner and laying them aside.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa tilts her head curiously at Dimitri "Am I bothering you again?" She asks, with a bright smile "I don't mean to.. If you'd like.. I can pray elsewhere."

Joshua Coil: *He arches an eyebrow at that. It's clear, he's tense on the edge of the bench, ready to leap off at the backing off. So much prey tonight, so much... dammit. He ruffles his newspaper.* Good evening, *he offers, his grating voice clear.*

Dimitri Hann: n-n-n-NO! *oh no. no singing. no nono singing.you'll blolt it out! you bitch! you'll blot it out! a peircing squeal as he covers his ears, twitchy man furious beyond measure*

Dimitri Hann: *its pretty obvious he's bothered*

Dimitri Hann: d10: self control: 4,9,8,

Ricky Prince: "Coil." He sneers a little bit. "Ain'tcha got the niceness ta remain obvious? Jesus Christ fuckin' the Virgin Mary up the ass, man..."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa's eyes widen, and her song stops. After a pause, she narrows her deep brown orbs at the man "What IS it? Are you touched?"

Joshua Coil: *He shrugs, and ruffles the newspaper.* Just reading up on the news, *he says calmly.* Unfortunately, I can't leap up and down waving my hands crazily. Doctors say I've got to wait at least an hour after eating to do that. *He turns a page of the newspaper, after licking the tips of his fingers. Speculatively, his eyes not leaving the newspaper.*

Dimitri Hann: *right now. frightening coffee man is looking alot safer for the little spook than the pretty singing woman. hands over his ears he jumps back like a startled rat and skitters at a weaklings run closer towards Josh, shaking his head violently, ringlettes bobbing* y-y-y-oul bblblot it out! Pleeeeease!

Joshua Coil: *His eyes widen, and a slight cant to his head greets the man.* Tell me what to blot out, and I'll do my best, crazy man, *he mutters.*

Dimitri Hann: *stumble, trip, fall, runnings hard to do when you've got your hands over your ears and your eyes squeezed painfully tight*

Ricky Prince: "Yeah, ain't got that problem myself," he says with a shrug. "Hell 'fa digestive system, y'know." He looks over as Dimitri runs their way, immediately dropping, paranoid, into a ready position, to defend himself if necessary, body a tightly coiled spring.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa blinks watching Dimitri scramble. Wow. Poor savage.. She plucks an olive from the bag and sticks it in her mouth, wide eyed at the scene.

Dimitri Hann: *he's making a noise akin to the squealing noise a mouse makes when caught in a trap, stumbling, trying to get his footing as he refuses to take his hands from his ears. the man really should just Tattoo PREY across his forehead*

Joshua Coil: *It's so hard not to leap up, and go all growly. Such rage.* What IS it? *he finally snaps.*

Ricky Prince: "The fuck's yer problem, chapero?" He looks down at Dmitri, eyebrow raised. "Someone light a blowtorch and stick it up yer ass?"

Dimitri Hann: *oh the diminutive rage of the pathetic, teeth gnashing as he hisses* ddd-d-d-donot sing..dododo do not. you'll block it out.. you'll r-r-r-ruin it. *his fingers tap rapid fire against the side of his head in a repeating beat, pale blue eyes finally flicking open, glistening.*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa frowns at the two brutes. "That isn't very nice of you. He can't help it that he's insane.. And clumsy.. And can't talk right.." She trails off.. thinking maybe its best if she refrained from speaking.

Joshua Coil: Okay, so we won't sing, *he says, and his head raises to Alyssa.* And he also can't help it if the authorities come by and decide he has to be locked up. Can he?

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa's eyes widen, sprawling out on her cloth "They can DO that?" She seems astonished.

Dimitri Hann: *he lies there. eyes wide. darting this way at that for an escape route.*

Dimitri Hann: d10: per alert: 6,10,9,10,9,2,9,7,

Dimitri Hann: d10: reroll tens: 9,7,

Ricky Prince: He scowls up at Alyssa, but just nods to Joshua's words. Best to go with the big guy's line of thinking...better then 'Hey, we can, so why not?' He looks down at Dmitiri again, shaking his head.

Joshua Coil: *He nods, and sighs.* It's New York, *he says, perhaps apologetically, despite the unpleasant state of his voice. He looks down at Dimitri. And offers a hand down.* No song, *he says, perhaps a bit dully.* Stand up, please? You're making a scene.

Dimitri Hann: (hi. i'm dimitri. mind if i take a look at your dna?)

Ricky Prince: ((I call excessive use of successes! 5 minutes in the penalty box!))

Dimitri Hann: *his eyes RIVET on Ricky. and he freezes*

Joshua Coil: ((*L* Hey, that's for fighting. And Josh has exactly seven nose hairs in his left nostril, thirteen in his right.))

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She tilts her head with a friendly smile at Ricky "Why are you so angry?"

Dimitri Hann: *pale blue eyes narrow drastically. teeth bared in a rattish display of hostility. more like a creature trapped than geunuine show of aggression. the bony creature scrambles to his feet*

Ricky Prince: "Tall man's complex," he spouts to Alyssa. "Just like this guy's short man's complex," gesturing to Joshua. Dimitri's gaze locking on his is not unnoticed, and he looks down at the clumsy nutso, brow furrowing. "S'yer problem, cabrón? I kick yer ass in another life 'r somethin'?"

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa blinks, confused at Ricky's statement.. trying to reason out that short men.. and tall men act exactly alike.. Hmm.. She reaches for her goblet to take a large gulp of wine.

Dimitri Hann: *he looks for a moment like he's about to say something, thin lips twitching as he glares beadily.. remember who you are. he blinks and starts backing away, keeping Ricky in his sight for a good ..oh.. 3 steps before turning and BOLTING, hissing something as he goes*

Joshua Coil: *He keeps his hand offered.* Of course, I can always just throw him over my shoulder and carry him to the Concerto, Sir.

Ricky Prince: d10: Per+Alert: 2,7,4,5,7,

Dimitri Hann: d10: dex ath: 3,9,5,4,

Ricky Prince -> Dimitri Hann: ((That was, by the way, to overhear what Dimitri hissed. *S*))

Dimitri Hann -> Ricky Prince: Trai...ruiner.. hope.. get leisions... .. something something..my rats will eat you. ((?? sounds like?,,he is runnin))

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa mutters to herself in Greek and goes about stuffing her things back in her bag.

Joshua Coil: *He grunts slightly as he runs, but he does not give chase, as much as every iota of his being denies it. His head swivels to Alyssa, almost curiously.* What happened?

Ricky Prince: d10: Instinct: 3,6,

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa gives an innocent look to Joshua and a shrug "I don't know.. I've had people ask me not to sing before.. But I've never caused someone to run away hissing before." She frowns. "Maybe I should practice.."

Dimitri Hann: *fleeing. fleeing like the devil himself was chasing him*

Ricky Prince: Something about Dimitri's action, whether his sudden run or his hiss, causes Ricky to literally snarl and drop into a defensive crouch, looking almost ready to either bolt or chase Dimitri down and spread him over the Park. He does neither, though...instead, he just growls, watching the man leave.

Dimitri Hann: d10: fleeeee: 5,1,4,7,

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She blinks obliviously at Ricky's reaction to the crazy man. Wide eyed.. and a touch frightened."

Dimitri Hann: *you know. but not that quickly. spindly legs pumping ineffectively, he's sent tumbling over a tree root with a squeal of unholy terror*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa frowns and calls out to Dimitri "Do you need help, man? You look as though you might hurt yourself.."

Joshua Coil: *He watches Ricky, with no fear... but with caution. So much chasing.*

Joshua Coil: d10: Rage: 9,7,3,5,1,

Ricky Prince: He whips his head to Alyssa as she offers to help Dimitri, looking positively feral--fingers splayed like they were talons, in a pre-pounce position. Slowly, he forces his attention back to the desperately (and badly) running man.

Dimitri Hann: *angry squealing and.. was that ..sobbing? as the stick of a man flails too his feet and starts to run again*

Dimitri Hann: d10: fleeee again: 8,9,6,9,

Joshua Coil: *He shivers faintly, but his head swivels back to Ricky. Watching.*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa's eyes lock on Ricky, fear creeping to the forefront as her eyes widen further. She brings her knees to her chest, hugging her shins tightly. "But.. he's just.." A look of confusion "Why.."

Dimitri Hann: *he was so eviscerated.. maybe it would be a blessing at this point. like putting a malfomed dog out of its misery..shut up shut up.. he scrambles with all the speed he can force from twiggy limbs, tweed suit in total dissarray*

Ricky Prince: The further Dimitri gets away, the calmer Ricky slowly gets. His fingers slowly go from talons to fists, and he forces some of the tension out of his frame. His body creeps upward, back into a standing position, watching Dimitri run. "Yeah, you better run, puta." He spews a string of vulgar Spanish.

Joshua Coil: *His head swivels, and his eyes, perhaps darken a bit.* Mr. Prince, *he grumbles.*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa remains balled up on this white cloth littered with Ivy. Big brown eyes still locked in a terrified gaze on Ricky.

Dimitri Hann: *and dimitri is gone, leaving the park maybe a little more peaceful... maybe.*

Ricky Prince: A glance goes Alyssa's way, delayed reaction, as if he just registered the question. "Rimjob doesn't like that I hopped fences," is all he answers.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She squints curiously "Rimjob?" what an odd name.. I wonder what his family's trade is..

Ricky Prince: He looks over to Joshua, and suddenly realizes where he is again...Oh, shit. He blances, looking downward. "Sorry," he mutters under his breath. "Life 'r death sitchation, kinda. As it is, I prob'ly gotta go hide out for a while, now, or I'm a dead man. Well, dead-ER, 'at is."

Joshua Coil: *He shrugs.* No problem, Mr. Prince, *he says with a small nod.* I'd probably stay at work for a bit. Just to remain on the safe side. *Unlimately, the words come out as a warning.*

Ricky Prince: ((GAAH, CRAP! Forgot Ricky's Lunacy Flaw...Instinct was at diff 7. I'll say he spent a WP point?))

chum: ((*laughs ass offf. then goes to bed.* yep. sounds peaches)

Ricky Prince: He growls a little, nodding. "Yeah, might be a good 'dea. No safer place, I guess." He shifts from one foot to the other in quick succession, irritably. The animal doesn't like the idea of being in a kennel.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa blinks back down to her cloth, not wanting to gawk at the two angry men. She takes the goblet to her mouth and downs the rest of the wine before putting it back in her bag.. Jug too. She appears to be packing up hastily, still with a look of fear.

Joshua Coil: *He looks back over to Alyssa.* That was kind of weird, huh, *he mutters, perhaps offering an almost sheepish wince, to at least attempt to cover.*

Joshua Coil: d10: Cha+Sub ( WP): 4,5,9,7,

Joshua Coil: d10: Cha+Sub ( WP): 4,5,9,7,

Alyssa Kostapoulos: d10: wp: 9,1,3,2,9,10,

Joshua Coil: ((Even WITH the upped diff for Broken Voice... still 3 sux!))

Ricky Prince: ((To detect a lie is a Per+Subterfuge, Alyssa...though I suppose you could keep that if you WANTED to... *G*))

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa continues to hastily pack her things into the overly stuffed bag, clothes too. Sure. She can make it back to Queens dressed like this. Her eyes soften at Joshua at his words. Just.. focus on the less angry man, alyssa. it'll be okay. She gives a tiny nod but no reply.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: ((Gahh! my bad. i'm running on dp and leftover energy from work. need a nap. rerolling))

Joshua Coil: I'm sorry, *he mutters.* I've just had a few hard days myself. I didn't mean to scare you off. *I. Not WE. I.*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: d10: : 5,2,9,

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa stands and slings the strap of the heavy bag over her thin shoulder. "You didn't." She states softly.. with her gaze still on the grass.

Joshua Coil: *He nods.* Well... good. I mean... we would not have hurt him. But now... he might hurt himself worse. If you like, *he adds, and reaches into his pocket, offering over a card to the Concerto.* if you see him again... we can help him.

Ricky Prince: "Umm...yeah." He follows suit with Joshua, looking quite sheepish himself. He's still got some of that nasty anger, but he's subduing it to the best of his ability. "Sorry 'bout that shit. Wasn't you at all, promise."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa hesitantly reaches for the card, eyeing the thing with a clear suspiscion. "Concerto.. This must be a popular temple. Everyone is talking about the place." She blinks innocently up to Joshua. "If I see Mr. Rimjob. I'll request that he visit this.. concerto place."

Joshua Coil: Thank you, *he says, his voice sincere in its longing to better the man.* If the authorities find him... they will lock him away. It will not help him at all. New York. Bellevue, *he says with a shrug.* Have you EVER seen someone come out of there sane? I don't know the man. I just... *He pauses.* We try to avoid this sort of thing happening, ma'am. My cell phone number is on the back... if you notice anything else.

Ricky Prince: He stays where he is, rocking back and forth from heel to heel, eyes locked on the ground.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She turns the card over, regarding the numbers with a frown. She looks back up "These authorities that I keep hearing about.. the barbarian officials.. Who are they? I've a big problem with some of their regulations."

Joshua Coil: *He arches an eyebrow.* The police? *he offers, without trying to be too insulting or condescending.*

Ricky Prince: "La policia," comes a mutter.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: "Yes yes.. Who's in charge.. That way I'll know who to stab if I'm falsely incarcerated." She blinks innocently up to Joshua. "Are they controled by the local gangs?"

Joshua Coil: I'm not one to say if the police are controlled by anyone, *he says honestly.* But I wouldn't be the first to say that not all of their fingers are clean.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa frowns at his answer and turns to the angrier of the two. Certainly he knew about being incarcerated. "Who's in charge of the police?"

Ricky Prince: "Naah, I'm sure they ain't clean," he throws out. "Not fuckin' likely, anyway."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa tilts her head "What difference does it make if they're clean or not"

Joshua Coil: *He breathes deeply.* I'm not one to answer that question. Good night, Miss. Stay safe. *And without another word, he turns to leave. No longer capable of retaining his calm.*

Ricky Prince: "Dunno who's in charge, sp'cifically," he says with a shrug. "Someone with power, though." He looks around...shit, Coil's leavin'. He better move on himself, 'fore he loses it on someone. "Ummm...I better go, chica. See ya...an', uh, sorry."

Joshua Coil: ((Sorry, am BEAT. Must collapse... if you still wanna play, just say he sticks around till he goes. T'anks for play, tho!))

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa watches the two of them walk off with a tiny frown. Silly barbarias.. don't even know who's in charge of their own city. Never had that problem in Lefkas. She idly scratches a bandaged forearm, staying where she is. Still leery of the angry men.

Ricky Prince: He stalks off, staying near Joshua...at least he can beat Ricky down if he loses it. He follows him as far as the Concerto, then heads in there.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: ((thanks! *G* g'night))

Ricky Prince: ((Thanks for the scene, guys! *Hugs*))

Alyssa Kostapoulos: ((*hugs* i sleep now. *scurries*)) Alyssa will meander through the park and eventually plop down in another patch of grass to do her nightly prayers.