Ravyn
: Welcome to Caffe Dante, located within the West Village. A morning stop-off for many locals since 1915. Known for good cappucino, double espressos, and cafe alfredo with ice cream, the place is often filled with NYU Students and Teachers, and even on a Sunday afternoon in summer time, this is the case.Jeff Rogers: Which is good. Students means cheapness, and he's desperate for cheapness right now. He sits in a discreet corner, his coat sprawled on the floor beneath his table, hiding the fact that he's sitting there charging his iPAQ off the cafe's electricity.
Arlett: ((Damm will anyone is gonna need Arlett's
new desc?*G*)) +the kid just goes in, why? cheap and was walking by and felt like.. wha
tother reasong would a teenager have?*
Rene Zitas: The black man is tall and muscular,
suggesting he's the active sort. His skin is nearly ebony. Tattoos, black on black creep
out from under his collar and across his bald head like wayward shadows. Traces of old
scars mark the back of large hands and dot a severe face. Midnight eyes that might very
well skewer your soul are hard to meet for very long. His voice is deep and heavily
accented. French maybe? Nondescript in garb, he's clean and wears clothes that are both
concealing and comfortable.
Jeff Rogers: His legs are spread out, either side of
his coat, just to protect the expensive, delicate kit hidden beneath it.
Joey Edwards: He's found this place mainly by
accident, and he now has a tall mocha, which he is sipping at a table by the window.
Terry O'Brian: *now that he's settled in a bit, it's time to explore
more of Manhattan. Terry has wandered north from his usual stomping grounds and has
entered this Cafe, hoping for a cheap, halfway decent meal, as he's hungry, but not all
that close to home* ((PM me if you need a DD for Terry))
Jeff Rogers: He's 6ft tall and eighteen years old.
His skin is the typical paleness of the truly English, but his hair is a white-blonde that
hangs straight and ragged down to his waist, uncut for at least ten years. His build is
slender but athletic, his movements carefree and spontaneous. His young face is chiselled,
elfin, with a touch of beauty to it that could mature into something wonderful later in
life. He's wearing patchy, baggy jeans, well-worn trainers, a t-shirt that has seen better
days, and a long grey servicemen's trenchcoat from world war II (but that heavy wool
garment is currently on the floor with his backpack). His eyes are hidden behind dark
metal-rimmed sunglasses that are probably knockoffs of some famous designer brand.
Terry O'Brian: ((never mind the PMing, I'll just toss it out there))
DD>DD>The first thing that can be noticed is the hair. Unevenly cut, and rather
shaggy, it looks like it may be blonde, but it’s dirty enough that even that much is
uncertain. He has a well-formed face, though. If he cleaned himself up, he could be fairly
attractive. His clothing is rather ratty, there are enough holes in it that even on some
spring and early summer nights, he must get no warmth from them. Rather short, and thin,
he looks to be about 16 or 17, though shorter than most people that age. Though overall,
he deflects the eye, there is one thing that draws it: his unfailingly friendly smile.
(Arcane 2, currently suppressed)
Jeff Rogers: He's sipping on his tea like it's
ultra-rare and should be savoured. A newspaper is on his table, crossword half-completed.
Joey Edwards: He watches the world beyond the
window.
Arlett: *peers around, as she makes it for the
counter, smiling and waving a hi to Joey, once she spots him* ((and gonna see if remembers
Tery))
Arlett: 4,9,5,8,
Arlett: +so wave to Terry too*
Terry O'Brian: *digs into his pocket, pulling out a few crumpled
bills, nodding his satisfaction that he can, in fact, afford to have a meal here, he looks
for a place to sit down*
Rene Zitas: Looks down at the doll-like girl moving
into line behind him.
Joey Edwards: 7,9,6,8,6,
Joey Edwards: 8,10,
Terry O'Brian: 7,10,
Joey Edwards: He notices Arlett immediately, and
also recognizes her immediately. He breaks into a huge, sunny grin and waves at her.
Arlett: *blinks, and looks up at the guy looking
down at her, smiles a bit.. uh.. damm he looks like ammon*
Terry O'Brian: *sees the wave, and brightens. A familiar face! He
returns Arlett's wave, and heads over*
Rene Zitas: He steps up to the counter when the line
moves and orders an espresso triple shot.
Joey Edwards: He further notices pretty much
everyone in this cafe, taking in the varied group.
Rene Zitas: Spares the girl a friendly smile, though
it doesn't quite reach his eyes.
Ravyn: As the patrons
move around the place, ordering at the counter, moving to tables, and discussing this or
that inane thing, the door jingles open, and a man walks in. He's young enough, though he
is approaching middle-age...maybe 30, 35 years old, and handsome enough in an academic
way. His hair is a gliht brown, wavy and cut short, dressed professionally in a collarless
white dress shirt and slacks, with a pair of wire-rimmed sunglasses covering his face. He
takes a slow look over the cafe, then smiles a bit, moving to the counter to order.
Jeff Rogers: He ducks his head under the table,
lifting the edge of his coat. About freaking time. His hands slip the device into its
case, and he tugs the cable hard enough to unplug it from the wall, rolling the cable in
his hands then stuffing both cable and iPAQ into his backpack.
Arlett: *titls her head at the man..... and well
seeing Jeoy, smiles his way, and looks up to Terry as he comes over* hi...
Terry O'Brian: "Hey. What's new?" *he's, of course,
grinning cheerfully as he speaks to Arlett*
Jeff Rogers: He zips the pack up and rises to his
feet, tugging his greatcoat on, before sitting back down once more.
Matt Savage: If anthropomorphic personifications
exist, then here comes fit. At 5’10” in height this guy weighs in at around 160
pounds, but not a single one of them is fat. Every single piece of exposed skin covers
hard chiselled muscles, no love handles to be seen. Still while on some this could come
over as intimidating on this man it’s somewhat offset by a easy smile that seems
permanently glued to his face, and a pair of expressive eyes that show that while the
exterior may be hard the inside is anything but. His skin is presumably white underneath
the heavy tan, his hair a dull sandy blonde. All of his movements hold explosive power, he
doesn’t so much walk as take a short sharp series of bounces, almost as if his body
was screaming out to move.
Arlett: fine... tad bored, ya?
Joey Edwards: He sees that Arlett has company, so
continues to sip his mocha, finishing it off.
Rene Zitas: Pays for the drink which looks tiny in
his large hands and moves away from the counter. He's not one for crowds really. New York
has not proven to be the friendliest place he's ever lived either. He looks around for an
empty table, or someone sitting alone. He needs to meet people.
Ravyn: As Jeff starts
to zip the pack up, the IPAQ makes a beeping sound...like a notification of sorts.
Jeff Rogers: Downs his tea, then picks up his pen
once more, pursing his lips at the crossword.
Matt Savage: *Steps in glancing about quickly as he
messures up the place for seat avalibilty*
Terry O'Brian: "Still trying to figure things out. Decided that
today I'd start getting to know a bigger part of Manhattan...it's a rather interesting
place."
Ravyn: ((And then the
ST goes blind. Matt, if you wouldn't mind...a color change, perhaps?))
Jeff Rogers: He grunts and slaps the pen down again.
Lifts the thickly-padded backpack onto the seat beside him and tugs out the iPAQ, deftly
pushing the stylus out and tapping the screen to see what it wants.
Joey Edwards: He scoots the paper cup aside and sits
at his table, looking out the window once more.
Matt Savage: (this better?)
Joey Edwards: ooc> continues to sit at his table,
I should say
Jeff Rogers: ((Argh))
Arlett: *grins, ordering chocolate milkshake once
she reaches counter, and eyeing Terry* what ya gonna have? *peerin gto joey, then babout
around guy with IPAQ and black guy and acamdic type and back to counter*
Matt Savage: (green?)
Ravyn -> Jeff Rogers: There is an incoming email. Someone's managed to remotely open up your mail
program in order to make sure Jeff gets it.
Terry O'Brian: "Umm...just a small soda and some fries."
*puts what's just barely enough money in ones onto the counter for the modest order*
Jeff Rogers -> Ravyn: He reads said email.
Rene Zitas: Feels like the old man of the mountain
with all these kids around. He selects a seat with the best possible view of the room,
particulary points of egress.
Ravyn: The man moves
ahead and orders his drink, a double Cafe Americano. He smiles politely to the woman
behind the counter as he orders, and watches Rene walk away as the drink is prepared.
Arlett: *grins and adds chips with chocolate dip to
her order, putting the money, waiting for they to give it to them, then looks to terry*
Lets sit with Joey, he is nice *signales*
Rene Zitas: 4,1,9,6,9,8,
Jeff Rogers: ((Green's great *G*))
Terry O'Brian: "Ok...who's Joey?" *looks around, and
picking up his order once it's done*
Joey Edwards: He smiles at something or someone
outside the window.
Rene Zitas: He's alert, and aware of his
surroundings. Being big, black, bald and tattoo'd often gets him odd looks from the native
New Yorkers though. Still, he notes anyone that looks too interested.
Matt Savage: *Blinks a little as he's all the people
around, stepping in further to see if anyone's familiar*
Arlett: oh, he is a friend, he is nice kinda like ya
*nods* just more naive, but ya'll like him
Arlett: *oh! and then notices Matt and too waves a
hit o him*
Terry O'Brian: "Ok. Last person you told me to meet turned out
to be a good idea. Let's go." *waits for her to lead the way, as she knows who this
guy is*
Ravyn -> Jeff Rogers: "Mr. Rogers, welcome back to the Neighborhood. The man ordering coffee at
this time is Garret Johanson, a member of the Iteration X of the Technocratic Union. He is
the man who ordered the hit on the Fortress, and he is here tracking down Awakened within
the city. If I were you, I'd warn Arlett Knight, the Etherite teenaged girl, and her young
teen associate Terry, as well as Mr. Zitas, the black man, Joey Edwards, the younger man
looking out the window, and Matt Savage, the man who just walked in. You are all
targets." It's signed with a picture of a spinx.
Rene Zitas: Sips his espresso, watching people mill
and interact.
Matt Savage: 8,3,8,
Jeff Rogers: He looks distinctly unhappy, and
scrawls on the screen.
Johnny Shotgun: 3,2,6,2,8,
Matt Savage: *Glances over as he's waved at, his head
tilting to the side as his eyes narrow for a moment, then he grins and strides over to
Arlett lifting his chin a touch in greeting* Hey Arlett.
Jeff Rogers -> Ravyn: Reply: "So no pressure. Cheers :)"
Jeff Rogers: 7,2,4,10,8,4,3,
Johnny Shotgun: He walks down the street outside the
cafe, glancing around.
Joey Edwards: He looks back to Arlett, a little
hopefully, but she looks even *more* busy now.
Arlett: *giggles and leads Terry to Joye's table*
mind if we sit *smilling, looking over to MAt* hi!
Joey Edwards: 8,5,8,3,9,
Joey Edwards: He looks back out the window and
suddenly grins. He taps on the glass, trying to get Johnny's attention.
Johnny Shotgun: He's supposed to make a sale today,
meet the guy at some cafe...
Rene Zitas: Eyes the little doll-like petite that
was in line behind him at the counter, noting her friends.
Johnny Shotgun: 6,1,2,4,1,
Ravyn: The man pays for
his coffee, and a blueberry scone on top of it, then turns and heads to a table near the
foor, with a good vantage point to see everything. He does another quick look around,
sipping his coffee as he withdraws a cell phone and starts punching numbers.