Jennifer Hubbard: *A whim is the closest thing
she has to a reason to be in Brooklyn. She could have SWORN that the Dodgers
played here...but I guess at some point they moved to LA. Oh well. She's
wandering about aimlessly, humming some song or other...changing at irregular
intervals, so it's pretty near impossible to tell what she's humming*
Jeff Brolin: *Who knows what brings him here? Other than possibly the drugs. Maybe that's what his little brown bag is.*
Jeff Brolin: *He sniffs idly, and clops down the road.*
Jennifer Hubbard: *Well, no baseball team to check out, no one on the street looks like a really good mark at this time of night...might be a poker game somewhere for her to join...She contemplates what to do as she walks down the street, right in Jeff's direction, curiously enough. In fact, on a collision course*
Jeff Brolin: *He doesn't seem to notice either, looking down at the bag. He scratches an arm, and then... collision ahoy.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She slips her way down the street, the pale wisp of shadow moving quietly along the street. She's quiet as always, the slim creature moving along the street as she peers around with kohl-rimmed behind eyes hidding by her glasses.
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 tonight is a peaked Victorian-era brocade crimson corset, with an ebony organza skirt. No jacket tonight...her shoulders are bare. A pair of reading glasses, subtle and unobtrusive, rest on her delicate nose.
Jennifer Hubbard: *bump, thud, ass meets pavement* "Gah!" *she looks to see who she bumped into* "Hey, if you want to get me on my back, I'd much prefer someplace private." *a grin*
Jennifer Hubbard: DD>Jennifer is quite an attractive young girl. She looks to be something like sixteen or seventeen, and it’s rather hard to pull your eyes away from her. She stands 5’7” tall, and a little bit of the skinny side, weight wise. She has long, straight black hair that goes almost halfway down her back and frames her nearly perfect face almost unbelievably well. Though she’s developing well, she has a distinctly teenage frame, but draped over that frame are rather stylish clothes. Oh, what they are changes as quickly as the trends, but she keeps up with them, and manages to do it without having to actually buy designer clothing. There’s something about her…when she looks at you, it looks like she only sees you, and there’s a depth in her brown eyes that is matched by very few teenagers. This is definitely someone for whom the word “average” does not apply. ((PM if Fae or Enchanted))
Jeff Brolin: *He takes a step back, and he frowns slightly, canting his head.* Oi? Oh... *He smiles faintly.* Oi. Shit, m'sorry. *He offers a hand, tucking the bag away into his jeans pocket.*
Jeff Brolin: d10: per+alert: 5,1,6,9,
Jennifer Hubbard: *she'll accept the help up* "Hey, no problem. How've you been doing?"
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: ((Oh, yeah, PM if Fae or Enchanted, etc. Also, Fame 3/Infamy 1 among High-society and those who read the news; see 'Rich & Famous' for details.))
Jeff Brolin: Mmmh? Not too bad. *He takes a look around, and he frowns slightly.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton -> Jennifer Hubbard: ((Yes, Fae or Enchanted. As since I know you are:
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.
Jennifer Hubbard -> Adele Elizabeth Hamilton:
((Here be the adjustments for my Fae Mien: She is tall and slender, and moves
with the grace of an Eshu, rather different from the grace of a dancer or
anything similar, for that matter. As Eshu tend to, she has pointed ears, and
when she speaks, it is as though you have fallen in love, is the only thing that
even begins to describe the beauty of her voice.))
Jennifer Hubbard: "You ok there?"
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: d10: Per+Alert(Abil Apt.): 7,9,7,4,6,8,
Jeff Brolin: *He
clears his throat.* What? M'fine. *He flashes a grin.* Good.
Amy Silverthorne [PB4]: *Unlike some - including many natives! - she has a damn fine reason for being in Brooklyn. What could that be? Well... She works here, for one reason. So does the guy she buys her music from. Oh... And the best damn pizza in New York is found in Brooklyn. She's currently enjoying the benefits of all three - a Disc-aPalooza bag hangs from her left elbow, as she chows a slic of peperonni, walking down the sidewalk*
Jennifer Hubbard: "You definitely frowned a bit there. Bad timing?"
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She looks over Jennifer and Jeff's way, a brow raising slightly. She quirks a faint smile and makes her way over, keeping to the shadows as she does so.
Jeff Brolin: Naw, just... lookin' around, thought I saw a shadow, yanno? *He clears his throat, and nods.* Ohh... oh yeah. The... that girl.
Amy Silverthorne [PB4]: d10: per + alert: 9,2,4,7,1,
Jennifer Hubbard: *looks* "Someone you don't get along with?"
Amy Silverthorne [PB4]: *A sigh and a
roll of her eyes as she notices him., He MUST be stalking her. Who wouldn't,
right? Nibbles a little tomato sauce from her pinky, lifting her other arm in a
wave* Hey Jeff. And... Jennifer, right?
Jeff Brolin: Naw, *he says with a small smile.* Not many people I don't get along with. *He sniffs, and looks back to Amy. And he zooms in on her... pizza smell.* Oi...
Jennifer Hubbard: *glances over* "That is one of my many names." *sly smirk*
Jeff Brolin: *And
pizza, though something causes his pierced nose to wrinkle. He looks back to
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She looks over to the newcomer, studying her a moment...pulling up short by a good fifteen feet or so. Taking a moment to inobtrusively watch the interactions.
Amy Silverthorne [PB4]: Jennifer: If you give me the "oh god yes" joke, i'm stuffing the crust into your eat. *Points said crust menacingly*
Jeff Brolin: Oi, that's my joke, *he says with a pout.*
Jennifer Hubbard: "I prefer to use that phrase in context." *wicked grin*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: Jeff's look in her direction gets a polite smile and a nod.
Amy Silverthorne [PB4]: Jeff: Oh... Really? I tell you, I have met so many plagarists... *She smiles, finishing the pizza* How's it going, you two?
Jeff Brolin: *He
groans as the food goes away.* Namuch. M'a little hungry.
Amy Silverthorne [PB4]: Oh... Well, I would have offered, if I had known! *TIlting her head at Adele, smiling a bit* Hiya
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "Good evening," she murmurs in Amy's direction, watching her curiously.
Jennifer Hubbard: "I'm having surprisingly bad luck in my most recent project, actually." *gives a look to Jeff*
Jeff Brolin: *He looks back to Jen, and arches an eyebrow.* Whazzat?
Jennifer Hubbard: *she hums a couple of bars of "I Touch Myself" in response to that, and just barely stops from falling into a fit of laughter*
Amy Silverthorne [PB4]: *Is watched
curiously... Which is about the only way to watch her. Between the newsie hat,
the Strongbad T-shirt, and pleated skirt and black tights... to say nothing of
the piercings, mismatched eyes, and two-color hair*
Jeff Brolin: *He snorts, and covers his mouth.* Oi!
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: Nothing about Amy's look seems to unsettle or bother the quiet little goth. She smiles a little bit and stays where she is, watching the trio.
Amy Silverthorne [PB4]: Jenn: Your technique might be off.
Jennifer Hubbard: "Though I am always looking for something interesting to do...so as this project isn't going so well, I might have to find a new one." *shrugs a bit*
Jeff Brolin: *His eyes widen slightly.* Oi, I've been in a pissy mood. *A pause, and a smile.* We made up.
Jennifer Hubbard: "It's distinctly possible." *in response to Amy* "Perhaps I'll try the hard to get thing. Or else just move on."
Amy Silverthorne [PB4]: *She smiles to Jeff* Good to hear
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She purses her lips, random sex talk not seeming to be her thing, and starts to slip away from the group, to head on along her way.
Jeff Brolin: Damn.
Yanno... I tend t'prefer the easy to get type. *He smirks.* I'm lazy. *And his
eyes widen.* And HUNGRY.
Jeff Brolin: *Surprisingly enough, Adele moving away has an odd effect on him. He clears his throat, almost fearfully.* Sorry, ma'am, *he mutters.*
Amy Silverthorne [PB4]: Well there's a kickass pizza parlor just a few blocks up that way. *Tilts her head from the direction she came*
Jennifer Hubbard: *She sees the girl heading off and moves out to intercept her* "Hey there, didn't mean to send you on your way. Name's Jen."
Jeff Brolin: ((Aye...)) *He looks back to Amy.* Mmmh... unless I can find a pocket to pick I'm fuckin' broke.
Samantha Stomps: The girl is a head turner,
make no doubt about it. Not because she's beautiful, but because she's radical.
An amazon of a woman she has the build of a weight lifter. Her mohawk is purple
with flaming tips and she's pierced in places most people couldn't imagine. Her
tongue is split like a serpents, rows of barbells replace her eyebrows above mud
brown eyes with no lashes to speak of. Her teeth are big, her jaw square and her
clothing sports almost as much chrome as her beloved motorcycle, Baby.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She looks over at Jennifer and smiles a little bit. "Good evening. You did not send me away. None told me to leave...I am choosing to. Thank you." Jeff gets a look at the apology, and a slight shrug, before she turns to slip away.
Amy Silverthorne [PB4]: Well... Fine.
On my dime. Moocher. *She smirks*
Jeff Brolin: *He grins brightly.* Thanks! you're awesome. *He kisses her cheek.* Let's go feed me?
Samantha Stomps: She comes clomping down the sidewalk in boots that could only have been taken off a dead Klingon, right down to the curved blades on the toe. People tend to get out of her way.
Jennifer Hubbard: "If you say so. Bye." *waves to Adele a bit before heading back to Jeff and Amy*
Amy Silverthorne [PB4]: *She tosses an arm over Jeff's shoulders* Yeah, alright, we can feed you.
Samantha Stomps: Smirks when she spies Jeff. "Well, if it ain't ole smokey tail."
Jennifer Hubbard: ((Sam-P, need Jen's DD?))
Samantha Stomps: ((Yes please, haven't seen yours in a while either, Amy.))
Samantha Stomps: ((And if Jeff's has changed... lemmings away!))
Jeff Brolin: ((nope, no change... but http://www.geocities.com/fangwulf/jeff.html)) *He looks back to Sam.* I've got hot pants for yeh.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: d10: Per+Kenning: 8,5,6,
Amy Silverthorne [PB4]: *She stands at
5’8”, with a fair complexion and slender build. Her features are regal and
defined, with a sweet well-sculpted face, and large eyes, paired with a nearly
constant smile. However aristocratic she may look at first, the image is
somewhat hampered by her choice of appearance – Each eyebrow has at lest three
steel piercings through it, and her ears are similarly adorned. Her lower lip
has a gold stud resting on it, and most noticeable, her naturally flame-red hair
has been dyed at the bangs, to a deep azure blue. Most unusually, one of her
beautiful eyes is a pretty green, the other an equally pretty, deep blue. She
dresses for casual, in a well-fitting navy blue turtleneck and blue jeans, which
have no shortage of patches (App. 3, PB4)* [Tonight's apparel - A newsboy cap
with a single red star on the front, all Mao Tse-Tung-ish, a Strongbad T-shirt,
and a pleated skirt with black tights]
Amy Silverthorne [PB4]: *Looks around Jeff to see Sam. Lifts her brows, taking it all in.*
Samantha Stomps: Grins and musses Jeff's hair. "Yeah, last time I saw ya, you had hot pants period."
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: And she's gone...and with the sounds of Samantha stomping her way down the street, probably for the best.