*He tromps through the snow. Booted feet this time. Coat loosely hung over his
shoulders. He seems to like this weather. Yes... finally Winter HAS come.*
DM: ((OOC: Doing a few minor tweaks to the chats, you shouldn't notice anything at all but if you do it should only be for a few seconds. If it presist for longer than that, then ping me on ICQ and tell me what it is doing.))
Aethillian Marcona: ((Okay! NP DM... thanks for the heads up!))
Aethillian Marcona: *hair, the color of dried blood, and cut short, adorns his lofty head. Even now, he looks rather noble. The tee shirt, black, beneath an aviator's jacket, brown. Black jeans finish off the odd ensemble. It looks almost out of place on the man, who is simply, too pretty to be real in many ways.*
Moira Connolly: Moria moves through the snow slow but with as much grace as one could in this weather. her choice of clothing making her an almost oppisite contrast against the white power. she was humming softly as she moved.
Andrea Angotti: Andy makes her way into the park, a cup of hot coffee curled between her palms.
She's dressed, perhaps a bit inappropriately for the weather, in a pair of artfully torn blue jeans that reveal far more of her well muscled legs then they hide and a short black leather motorcycle jacket complete with fringe. Her girl-next-door face is framed by rich chestnut curls that spill in wild disarray to the small of her back, clinging to her cold flushed cheeks and pale lips.
Aethillian Marcona: d10: per+alert: 3,10,1,6,1,5,
Andrea Angotti: d10: per alert: 5,6,5,
Aethillian Marcona: *He seems almost enthralled with the snow, really. It's almost disturbing in its level.*
Andrea Angotti: She's rather focused on her coffee which is still too hot to drink but serves nicely as a hand warmer. Now and again she blows softly against the opening in the cup, making the steam curl and dance in the cold wintery air.
Moira Connolly: d10: Pre+alert : 5,6,8,6,7,
Aethillian Marcona: *Quite focused on the crunching of the snow, there. Huh. Kind of odd, really. Almost like an adult child at play.*
Andrea Angotti: Blinking, Andy sighs and lifts a hand to ease freezing fog-cicles off of her long lashes, blue eyes rolling as she makes her way to a bench. She sits gingerly and bolts right back up! "HOLY MARY MOTHER OF GOD THAT'S COLD!"
Moira Connolly: Her eyes dance about as she is as usually aware of her surroundings. she noticed the sweet muscle toned girl as well as the enthralled gent. a slight curl of her lips as continued through the snow. she decided to play...greet the gent first with a snow ball to the head.
KF: (Just as an FYI the NYC area recieved a foot of snow and it's windy so in some areas it could be deeper. Enjoy you RP!)
Moira Connolly: d10: Dex and ath: 8,6,1,2,5,
((Yeap! I know!))
Moira Connolly: ((bah one foot ish nothing when it is 3 feet then i worry about walkin ;) ))
Aethillian Marcona: *It smacks against his back, a far easier target, and both that, and the yelling woman, causes his head to turn. Perhaps there is a hint of some odd buried anger at the rather disgraceful behaviour. Though to be fair, he should have been more aware. But still.* If you wish to start this, I shall end it, *he says, perhaps a bit bemusedly, his North London accent slipping.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: Cold weather meant little to her. It's not like she hasn't spent more time then she intended in the snow lately anyway. The dark willowy thing makes her way into Battery Park, adjusting the small jacket and shawl around her shoulders, shivering lightly as she looks for a dry place to sit...a small backpack slung around her shoulders.
The best thing to describe Adele would be “quiet academic.” The girl is tall and thin, almost to the point of being willowy, with long limbs and elegant curves. Dark haired, pale, she is a shocking sort of quiet, like something that prefers to hide in the dark corners of the library, reading Edgar Allen Poe or Percy Bysshe Shelley. Her hair is shoulder length, left to flow free over her shoulders in an ebony wave, complementing dark eyes in a sometimes serious, sometimes humorous, always strangely calm and confident, if bookish, expression. Her choice of clothes tends toward a toned-down gothic ware, more of a Romantic style; corsets with jackets, long skirts, flowing tops, and the like, with the occasional casual day involving more brash T-Shirts. A pair of reading glasses, subtle and unobtrusive, rest on her delicate nose.
Moira Connolly: well it hits him just not in the head. she pouts at this and then scoops some snow and attacks at the girl with the holy outbust about the cold.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: ((Oh. Yeah. PM if Fae or Enchanted. :P))
((Heh... same here... and I believe for Moira as well.))
Moira Connolly: d10: Dex+ath at andrea: 3,3,3,9,6,
Andrea Angotti: Andy stomps her combat booted feet a bit and shifts the coffee cup into one hand, the other brushing across her ass rather frenziedly, eyes closing in mortification as snow slips into the rents in the jeans. "Great...Just great," she mutters, following it up with some harsh Italian invective. "Piercings bad in the winter," she mutters, pressing her thighs tightly together in a vain attempt to warm the rings that the cold is slowly chilling.
*He smiles faintly as the snowball's attention goes to the wary stranger.
Perhaps he can feed off of this.*
Andrea Angotti: The snowball cracks her in the ass and she jumps, eyes widening as a grin hits her face. "Oooh...You're so in for it!" She sets the coffee on the bench and bends to scoop up some snow in her bare hands.
Aethillian Marcona: *He laughs, actually laughs. Even that sound is rather intimidating. At least, the way he makes it at this point. Coiled, perhaps, watching the girl.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: Dark eyes take in the impending snowball fight with a faint quirk of lips...she shakes her head and looks around for a bench that berhaps was cleared off by someone else, or is under some cover.
Moira Connolly: She laughs merrily, her pretty pouted lips dancing between the two. "those whom come to play in the winter's court shall pay the price is he or she is without a fort!"
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: d10: Per+Alert (Abil Apt): 6,8,3,2,10,10,
Andrea Angotti: Andy eyes Moira a moment and then turns her attention to the laugher, her grin growing as she lets the snowball fly.
Andrea Angotti: d10: : 4,4,6,5,5,
Aethillian Marcona: *That makes him smile, perhaps a bit wider. Taking another look around.*
Andrea Angotti: ((Snowball launched - badly at Aeth))
Aethillian Marcona: d10: per+alert: 3,2,1,6,5,3,
Moira Connolly -> Adele Elizabeth Hamilton:
Adele would see the tell take point of sidhe's
ear, her aare slight and delecate her eyes are black with silver glints in them
light start speckled skies. her hair is lone and straight and black down to her
Aethillian Marcona: *Again, he doesn't seem to notice anything out of place. And again, the snowball hits his shoulder, this time, from the front. He brushes off his aviator's jacket.* I say, well done.
Andrea Angotti: She grins and bends to scoop up another ball. Never mind the fact that her fingers are already going numb!
Moira Connolly: She grins as she looks to Aethillian tsking towards him as she launches another ball in his direction "two our of three so far to hit you!"
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton -> Moira Connolly: ((Adele's mien: Tall and thin, darkly attractive, the woman is a sight to behold. Long, dark black hair falls down to her waist, resting over her shoulders and the corset she’s wearing. Her eyes, dark and sunken in her pale face, hold a keen intelligence to them, and they peer out over the world around her, taking in every little secret, every dirty little detail they can and storing them away for future knowledge. Long fingers are capped with sparkling black nail polish, reaching much of the way down past her waist and over the black gossamer skirt thanks to long, almost spindly arms. There is a vague odor around her, of things long dead and soon to die.))
Andrea Angotti: And Andy turns, letting the ball fly towards Moira this time.
Moira Connolly: d10: Dex and ath: 8,9,5,9,1,
Andrea Angotti: d10: dex athletics: 3,5,6,9,2,
Aethillian Marcona: d10: Dex+dodge: 8,3,2,2,8,8,3,
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: An eyebrow arches in Aethilian's direction, eyes on him for a moment. She glances to Moira, then back to the man...oh, dear. Well, this may be interesting. Unobserved for now, she remains there, like a bit of dark shadow on a white screen, observing.
*He manages to move idly out of the way with his infernal grace.*
Moira Connolly -> Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: ((lovely slugah decribtion))
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton -> Moira Connolly: ((Tankee! *S*))
Moira Connolly: She lets the snowball hit her a turn of her eyes to Andy their is such a sweet ....almost evil and playful grin upon her face as she balls up another one and launches it at Andy.
Moira Connolly: d10: Dex+ath at andrea: 6,8,4,7,7,
Andrea Angotti: d10: dex dodge: 9,7,5,8,1,
Andrea Angotti: She doesn't quite get out of the way and the ball cracks into her stomach, making her laugh. "Oooh!"
Moira Connolly: "oops he made me do
it"she points to Aethillian "help me make him reap his rewards"
Andrea Angotti: She nods and grins brightly, crouching to scoop up more snow. "Thou are goin' down!"
Aethillian Marcona: *He arches an eyebrow, and stands.* You do not wish to do that. *He crosses his arms.*
Andrea Angotti: "Don't I?" Her grin turns wicked, almost seductively so as she continues to pack the snow balls and stands. She lets fly at Aethillian!
Andrea Angotti: d10: dex ath: 9,9,6,3,2,
Moira Connolly: She bats her eyes to him "but ...good.. "she grins as she says the word. "sir, i'm sure you love the challege of two ladies attacking you thus" she says as she scoops the snow.
Moira Connolly: d10: Dex and ath: 3,6,6,4,8,
Aethillian Marcona: d10: Dex+dodge one: 3,6,9,5,10,
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She finally finds a decent seat and settles into it, hands settling into her lap as she watches the snowball fight commence. The two women double-teaming the man draw a slight smile to her narrow face.
Aethillian Marcona: d10: Dex+dodge two: 7,8,2,2,
Aethillian Marcona: *He manages to move out of the way of the first one, though the second slaps him in the shoulder again. He does not look as amused as the girls do.*
Andrea Angotti: "Aww, baby," Andrea calls, laughing as she eyes the pretty, pretty Aethillian. "You could just fight back y'know."
Aethillian Marcona: I prefer not to. I would get a bit vicious, *he says simply. A small smile forming on his face.* I do bite, after all.
Moira Connolly: "oh he will i'm sure of
it" she grins and launches one at Andrea as she moves behind a bench for cover.
Andrea Angotti: She clicks her teeth at him, laughter turning full throated and playfully husky. "Oooh. Bite me baby!"
Moira Connolly: d10: Dex+ath at andrea: 3,3,2,3,7,
Andrea Angotti: Andrea, her attention on Aeth, gets hit in the back of the calf and half turns, brow arching. "Hey now, chickie...I thought we were tag teaming Mr. Hotpants?"
Aethillian Marcona: *He smirks, and goes to find a place to sit.* Children, *he mutters, and reaches to his neck, toying with a pendant there.*
Aethillian Marcona: d10: per+alert: 9,2,3,1,10,9,
Aethillian Marcona: *Ahh... there's an empty seat. Right next to the... skinny... girl. He brushes snow off of his jacket. And for a moment, perhaps, he watches her. Before offering a smile.*
Andrea Angotti: ((brb))
Moira Connolly: "It wasn't me it was him ....i think he's using magic on me" she gasps in shock"
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She pauses a moment, and focuses her attention on Aethilian, eyes narrowing as if trying to place something.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: ((DLP))
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She looks up at Aethilian, regarding him, before she rises to her feet. A curtsy is offered to him. "Good morning," she murmurs. "A pleasure to see you again, sir."
And to you. *He cants his head.* The... were you the only one to make it back,
then? *He rubs the pendant, between forefinger and thumb of his right hand.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "I was not," she says in that quiet tone, with a slight shake of her head. She waits for him to sit before she does. "Others made it back as well...I know not where they have been since, though. In most cases, I am quite glad for that fact."
Moira Connolly: Her attention drifts a moment as she looked to see where the man had moved off to. her eyes pauseing on the two, studying them as her attentions returned to Andrea.
Aethillian Marcona: *Of course he sits.* Mmmh... I had thought that was the problem. As yet... I have not seen the satyr who said he would return with my sword.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: A slight inclination of her head at the predicament Aethilian finds himself in. "I have not seen him since we returned. If you like, sir, I can try and locate him for you."
Moira Connolly: She moves from one bench to the other leanding against the back of where the two were speaking. "afternoon....it seems their are others here i have yet to meet."
Aethillian Marcona: No, I am sure I shall find him. Did you retrieve it, then? Is it on his person, or within *to the Fae ears, they hear* Dawson's, *but the mortal ears hear* O'Reilly's?
Morgan Beaumaris: She walks along with earphones on and is humming a tune as she takes in the scenery around her. The young lithe woman moves with grace and refinement. Dark green eyes speak of something more, however, that she has seen and experienced much more than her apparent youthful look. Most times she seems to prefer to wear cropped black leather tops and low-rider type simple black pants and Victorian style black ankle boots which lace up the front, to complete her tall, sleek look. Black seems to be her color, even her straight black shoulder-length hair which is almost always pulled into a tight ponytail. Her complexion is fair and she looks like should could easily sunburn, but belies her Welsh heritage. Despite her feminine physique, at closer look, its obvious that she is quite fit and likely works out every day. Given that it is wintertime, she is dressed a bit more appropriately for the weather today and is bundled up in a black one piece snowsuit and snow boots.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "it was in fact retrieved, sir," she says with a nod. "I do not know if he left it there or travels with it, however...my sincerest apologies." Her eyes pass to Moira, looking her over a moment. Good thing she hadn't quite sat yet...saves her the trouble of rising. A curtsy to Moira before she finally sits down. "Lady. Good afternoon."
Andrea Angotti: Andy returns from the bathroom, her hands warmed by running water. Certain other bits of her anatomy also freshly warmed! Cold plus piercings equals extreme discomfort in some instances.
Aethillian Marcona: *He too raises, in politeness. Eyes meeting eyes, as the curve of his mouth forms an almost sinister smile. Though perhaps it is an illusion, it seems almost friendly now.* Good day, Lady, *he agrees.*
Aethillian Marcona: Be very wary, *he says, in his North London accent.* Two travelers have been sniping folks with snowballs.
Andrea Angotti: She pauses, eyes on the bench and crouches, scooping up a fresh ball of snow.
Morgan Beaumaris: She continues walking, not really stopping as she notices the small group gathered, but she does take them all in quickly, most of her attention still on the music that she listens to.
Moira Connolly: She Shakes her head" no
need to adress me with title. Lord Damien deemed i am still to much of a
bratling for thus" she grins a little "none of my folly of course, just because
a childling was inspired to paint his suit of a different color" she shakes her
head "children these days"
Morgan Beaumaris: ((Who needs her other description?))
Andrea Angotti: She stands, takes aim at Aethillian and throws.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: ((DD for Morgan's benefit)) The best thing to describe Adele would be “quiet academic.” The girl is tall and thin, almost to the point of being willowy, with long limbs and elegant curves. Dark haired, pale, she is a shocking sort of quiet, like something that prefers to hide in the dark corners of the library, reading Edgar Allen Poe or Percy Bysshe Shelley. Her hair is shoulder length, left to flow free over her shoulders in an ebony wave, complementing dark eyes in a sometimes serious, sometimes humorous, always strangely calm and confident, if bookish, expression. Her choice of clothes tends toward a toned-down gothic ware, more of a Romantic style; corsets with jackets, long skirts, flowing tops, and the like, with the occasional casual day involving more brash T-Shirts. A pair of reading glasses, subtle and unobtrusive, rest on her delicate nose. ((Fame 3 & Infamy 1: Check Who's Who for details. PM if Fae or Enchanted.))
Moira Connolly: She nods her head to
Adele "i'm known as Moira to strangers Briana to friends" she grins and dips
into a curtsy to the Lord "and afternoon to you sir"
Andrea Angotti: d10: Dex ath: 4,6,9,8,8,
Morgan Beaumaris -> Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: ((In her Fae Seeming she is even more stunning as befits her Sidhe heritage. Her pointy ears come to sharp point with an elegant upward sweep. Her black hair is more luxurious and long but remains in a tight ponytail. In her fae seeming though it is held back in what looks like a small silver dragon claw. Her green eyes are flecked silver and radiate strength and confidence. Next to her right eye is a chimerical musical note tattoo of a dark blue color. She is wearing a tight leather vest with some very subtle dark blue runes that seem to blend almost completely with the black leather. It is midriff and leaves her navel exposed, showing off her chimerical emerald piercing with another blue tatoo on either side. Her black leather pants show off her strong legs and her boots come halfway up her calf and have the same dark blue arcane symbols on it. Following at her heels is her chimerical reddish tan Welsh hound companion. App. 5 in this seeming))
d10: Dex+dodge: 6,9,7,7,4,8,5,
Aethillian Marcona: *He sees it coming from a mile away. Really, no fun. Though he IS starting to look a bit annoyed.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: d10: Per+Alert (Abil Apt): 7,1,9,6,2,5,
Andrea Angotti: Andy holds up her hands, chuckling. "A'ight. I'm done. Sorry," she calls, moving to the other bench to retrieve her now cold coffee.
Morgan Beaumaris: ((ie...the fae description))
Aethillian Marcona: *He sighs.* I rather don't mind if you play, however, this IS a new jacket.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She pays no attention to the snowball...rather, her eyes are on Morgan. A quick glance to Aethilian and Moira. Oh, dear...what is she, a magnet for them? She presses her lips together for the slightest moment, before they turn upward into a faint smile. Pleasantries are definitely in order.
Nathaniel Dikastis: (open?)
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: ((what is she = what am I))
Andrea Angotti: "Dude. Its snow," she says, laughing as she dumps her coffee in the garbage with a sigh.
Aethillian Marcona: ((I'm good, Morgan, and yeap, Nat.))
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton -> Morgan Beaumaris: Tall and thin, darkly attractive, the woman is a sight to behold. Long, dark black hair falls down to her waist, resting over her shoulders and the corset she’s wearing. Her eyes, dark and sunken in her pale face, hold a keen intelligence to them, and they peer out over the world around her, taking in every little secret, every dirty little detail they can and storing them away for future knowledge. Long fingers are capped with sparkling black nail polish, reaching much of the way down past her waist and over the black gossamer skirt thanks to long, almost spindly arms. There is a vague odor around her, of things long dead and soon to die.
*He arches an eyebrow.* A sign of the winter, which is pleasant. *He smirks.*
There are far better games to play in the snow.
Morgan Beaumaris: Morgan nods to Adele, a small smile, definitely polite for what might seem a stranger. Though green eyes are warily watching the snowball thrower. ((as far as I know it's open))
Morgan Beaumaris: ((Thought you might be Aethillian *grin*))
Nathaniel Dikastis: Wrapped up tightly in a long leather coat, the one he got for Christmas, a thick stocking cap stuck on his head, gloves on his hands, he is out walking and playing in the snow.
Andrea Angotti: d10: per alert: 2,1,6,
Moira Connolly: "maybe you should show her these games" she grins to Aethillian.
Andrea Angotti: She sees nothing but the coffee vendor who's sign has magically entranced her and is luring her his way.
Aethillian Marcona: Do you think so? *he says to Moira absently. His fingertips reach into the snow, and he idly sieves it through his fingertips.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She lowers her shoulders into a bow to Morgan from her seat, with a small, deferential smile. At this rate, if she kept having to stand up to curtsy, her knees would give out. And wouldn't they love that.
Nathaniel Dikastis: He finds a good,
open spot, with fresh untouched snow, and simply falls over backward into it,
making a snow angle with his legs and arms.
Nathaniel Dikastis: (angle-angel)
Morgan Beaumaris -> Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: The hound is apparently enjoying playing in the snow and moves around happily, barking from time to time at Morgan as if telling her he wants to play.
*He smiles at... well... at nothing, next to Morgane. Maybe he really IS crazy.
The snow sieves through his fingertips absently, until he finds a piece of ice
amidst the loose snow.*
Andrea Angotti: Digging into her back pocket, she pulls out a five and slaps it on the vendor's cart. "Largest, blackest coffee you have," she says, stiffling a yawn.
Morgan Beaumaris: Morgan shakes her head, pulling an earbud out and quietly speaks to Adele, in mixed Welsh and English accent, "Good day. No need for the formalities here."
Nathaniel Dikastis: Getting up, he admire his little handiwork, then glances around the area, feeling the cold wetness of the snow through his coat.
Aethillian Marcona: *A large chunk, really. He seems to look down, and concentrate on that piece of ice. The boy creating snow angels is rather ignored. Odd creatures.*
Nathaniel Dikastis: d10: Perc/Alert: 7,8,6,5,3,9,
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: ((Whoo! Go Snow Angles! Go all out, for an Obtuse one! *G*))
Morgan Beaumaris: She looks down to
nothing too, giving an odd look and speaking what sounds like a command, in
Nathaniel Dikastis: (hehehee.... lucky he is in public, or he'de also write his name in the snow! :P)
Aethillian Marcona: ((*blinks, confused, as I've been playing my satyr waaaaay too much* So, what's stopping him?))
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: Her head inclines to Morgan, acknowledging and deferantial. "As you wish," she murmurs to her.
Morgan Beaumaris: ((Okay...posting for the -invisible dog- three times in private is going to get annoying.))
Aethillian Marcona: *He gets up from the bench, and moves over to the coffee-getting girl.*
Nathaniel Dikastis: He notes the vendor, and grins as he also notices Andy. Coffee...good, so he heads in that direction, his back still covered in a fine layer of snow.
Morgan Beaumaris: "I'm Morgan," she offers to Adele.
Morgan Beaumaris: Apparently whatever some see and others don't around Morgan, takes off further away from her to go play.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "Adele Elizabeth Hamilton," she says to Morgan. "A pleasure."
Andrea Angotti: She takes her change
and shoves it, with difficulty, into her front pocket before taking the coffee
and taking a long, hot sip.
Morgan Beaumaris: "Indeed it is," she says, glancing off in the direction of where Aethillian went for the moment before returning her attention back to Adele.
Moira Connolly: ((Gah stupid net hiccip)
Nathaniel Dikastis: He steps up to Andrea's side, grinning, letting his shoulder lean against the vendor cart frame. "Hey Andy, how's it goin'?"
*He cants his head at the girl standing there. And moves behind her, to shove
the ice cube down the back of her shirt.*
Andrea Angotti: She jumps slightly, distracted by the rich, bitter goodness in her hands. "Nate!" She grins and slips her arm around his shoulders, hugging him and kissing his temple in an almost motherly fashion. "Hey my baby."
Aethillian Marcona: d10: Glamour: 1,4,5,4,9,7,
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: Her eyes track Aethilian, a look of some interest there, before she looks back to Moira and Morgan, expression polite. It would not do to ignore the ladies around her.
Andrea Angotti: And then she squeels,
dropping the fresh coffee in an effort to squirm the ice out of her clothes.
Aethillian Marcona: *He smiles at that, and calmly walks away, to observe the chaos.*
Nathaniel Dikastis: "Whoa!" He jumps back as hot coffee splatters just as he is getting hugged.
Moira Connolly: She shakes her head as she watches Aethillian her eyes moving to Morgan with a grin. "that is a lovely necklace you wear"
Andrea Angotti: "Sorry," she murmurs to Nate, turning to glare at Aehtillian.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: d10: Per+Kenning: 7,8,7,
Nathaniel Dikastis: "Hey, no problem
with me... I got enough layers on it never found skin, but damn... you okay?" He
follows her glance to Aethillian. "That dude a friend of yours?"
Andrea Angotti: Her eyes widen as they fall on Aethillian and she lifts hands to rub at her eyes. "The fuck?" She blinks and stares at him harder, catching a sight of the others as well. ((All Fae, plz PM me your descrips))
Aethillian Marcona: I think your friend is unwell, *he offers to Nathaniel.* Perhaps... she should lie down. Too much... throwing snowballs.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton -> Andrea Angotti:
Tall and thin, darkly attractive, the woman is a
sight to behold. Long, dark black hair falls down to her waist, resting over her
shoulders and the corset she’s wearing. Her eyes, dark and sunken in her pale
face, hold a keen intelligence to them, and they peer out over the world around
her, taking in every little secret, every dirty little detail they can and
storing them away for future knowledge. Long fingers are capped with sparkling
black nail polish, reaching much of the way down past her waist and over the
black gossamer skirt thanks to long, almost spindly arms. There is a vague odor
around her, of things long dead and soon to die.
Andrea Angotti: She reaches to grab Nate's arm. "I think somebody slipped somethin in my coffee," she murmurs, blue eyes wide as she stares at Aethillian.
Nathaniel Dikastis: He looks to Aethillian, then back to Andrea. She hadn't struck him as acting sick, he had meant did she burn herself.... He does study her a moment though, then notice the odd look in her eyes. "You eh... wanna go sit down, Andy?"
Nathaniel Dikastis: He reaches down and
picks up the cup, sniffing at it, but it just smelled like coffee. "Come on
then, let's go sit down... maybe ya got overheated or somethin', like the dude
Andrea Angotti: "Yeah," she murmurs, clinging to the boy's hand, still rubbing at her eyes. "I gotta be tripping..."
Aethillian Marcona: Please, take my seat, *he offers, and then cants his head slightly. Eyes near reaching a point of innocence. Perhaps more mocking than anything else.*
Nathaniel Dikastis: He puts his other arm around Andy, letting her keep his other hand, and tries to guide her to a nearby bench.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She smiles a little bit at Aethilian and Andrea's interaction, a faint hint of something approaching amusement there.
Morgan Beaumaris: She smiles a bit at
the mention of the hair clip. "That was a gift from a dear friend of mine, given
to me when I was a young girl."
Andrea Angotti: Her eyes flick to the ground - its all too surreal. "Natey, is anyone home? Can we go there maybe? In a bit...after I sit for a bit. My eyes are messed up or something."
Nathaniel Dikastis: "There ain't nobody there I don't think, not downstairs anyhow. You wanna go to the house we will." He seems concerned, I can grab us a taxi.
Moira Connolly: "it has a lot of style... i always loved silver dragons" she smiles and watches the interaction with Andrea and looks back to Morgan "i think the games have begun"
Andrea Angotti: "Lets just sit for a bit," she murmurs, leaning into the young man, her head down, free hand rubbing at her eyes. "Fuck..."
Nathaniel Dikastis: He waves his hand
in front of her face, then looks at her closely. "They burn or anything?"
Morgan Beaumaris: She smiles about that, nodding. But was she meaning about the dragon or the games, she leaves that in the air.
Nathaniel Dikastis: He keeps his arm around her. "Okay then, we sit."
Andrea Angotti: "No. But I just suddenly feel like I'm stuck in the middle of a goddamned live action D&D game," she mutters, blinking as she looks at Nate. "You look normal...They do-" She blinks again, eyes on the other bench. "Or...Well...They didn't."
Aethillian Marcona: *The smile just remains, quite calmly. He watches the girl, and shrugs, perhaps, to the looks that all give her. His wide-eyed expression greets Andrea with one of confusion.*
Nathaniel Dikastis: "D&D? You mean like elves, 'n dragons, 'n all that bullshit? Hun, you ain't taken anythin' have ya?" He glances around the area, taking in the others before looking back at her. "They ain't nothin' here, I promise." His tone softer at the end, worry easing into it again.
Moira Connolly: She moves over toward Andrea and company" is everything ok? i just noticed you seem to look ill." she tilts her head in concern "i wouldn't want my Snowball partner to take ill.
Morgan Beaumaris: Morgan stays where she is, green eyes very attentive as she prefers to remain the quiet observer. Whether or not she is amused, is hard to tell by her outward expressions.
Andrea Angotti: "Jesus, no. Like I'd give Craven a reason to keep my baby," she murmurs, though from the sound of her voice she doesn't believe he'd do that to her. She leans into Nate with a sigh and blinks up at the now nomral looking Moira. "I'm fine. Just...Over did it in the snow I think."
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: ((Sorry, guys, my messengers are being too hectic for me to continue this scene. Pulling Adele out...assume she quietly rises and slips away. She's good at teh sneaky.))
Moira Connolly: She nods her head with concern "i'm glad your fine." she looks to Nate "you take good care of her, its not everyday i find someone to play snowballs with in Battery park"
Nathaniel Dikastis: He cuddles her against his small frame, and she'll notice it has thickened up some since Christmas, he's been working out. "Maybe somethin' got in your eye, or... it could be anythin'. You want some more coffee, or hot chocolate?"
Aethillian Marcona: *He smiles to himself, toying with the pendant there. Adele gets a wave goodbye, and he too stands.* I believe I shall be going as well. The exertion clearly has an odd effect on some.