Aethillian Marcona:
*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,
Aethillian Marcona:
((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))
Aethillian Marcona:
((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.
Aethillian Marcona:
*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
back.
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.
Aethillian Marcona:
*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."
Aethillian Marcona:
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))
Aethillian Marcona:
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.
Aethillian Marcona:
*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.
Aethillian Marcona:
*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
Welsh.
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'?"
Aethillian Marcona:
*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.
"JESUS CHRIST!"
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
said."
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.