~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: Are'nt
they all?...Thanks...You on a break or eager to get back to your lady?...*Nicky
is slowly returning to his former jocular self after the near threat of
dismemberment*
Joshua Coil: I'm off work, *he grunts.*
For the day, anyway. I like to visit here after work. Then I go home to my
fiancee. But she's been busy.
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: *Turns to
Lilly*...Don't suppose The Monkey god is smiling and you're single?"
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]: "the monkey
god?" she laughs "i might be single but i've learned never to gave that answer
straight out" she grins.
Joshua Coil: *He grunts slightly at that.*
Now I'm creeped out, *he mutters.* Have the image of a monkey smiling. It's
almost like Lancelot Link.
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: "Work with
me here, Josh is a soon to be married guy, that leaves el single me with few
options for carousing tonite...*eyes twinkling, he drops to a knee in front of
Lilly*...help a poor importfrom Misery out, couldja? Is there a boyfriend,
fiancee or hubby bigger then Joshua here that's gonna turn me into roadkill for
chatting you up?"
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: *looks at
Joshua*...Lance Link is da bomb...he pioneered the shoe phone."
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]: she glances to
Josh "that is a creepy image"
Joshua Coil: *He blinks at that.* But...
he was a talking monkey. *As if this should be the ultimate terror.*
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: "Kinda
inevitable, wasnt it? At some point, monkeys would talk, and fly, and burn
styrofoam in lil piles. what's important is that they rarely look like anything
but monkeys when they do."
Joshua Coil: Planet of the Apes, *he says,
even his horridly patchy voice almost sagelike.*
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]: "riiight" she
looks at Nic taking one step back."grinning impishly.
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: "Preeeeeee-cisely...with
any luck, this time around wont include Barney."
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: *Looks
imploringly at Lilly*...No, really...*scrambles to his feet*...last thing my
face needs is to be rearranged by a Brad Pitt with biceps the size of my torso."
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]: "and who is
this Brad Pitt with biceps that gunna turn you in to mashed potatoes?"
Joshua Coil: *He sighs slightly.* Though
I'm pretty sure I could take down at least five of 'em before they got me, *he
nods, thoughtfully.*
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: "Thats
what I was asking you, Miss...is there a beau, a suitor other then myself that
would drop me like a bad habit?"
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: Just five?
Joshua Coil: Well... I've been tired,
*he says with a shrug.*
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]: "no not a
suitor" she smiles.
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: More
Wheaties...and soymilk..
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: Ah
ha...would you be so kind as to en noble a poor, dastardly knave with your name,
or should I call you lotus Blossom?
Joshua Coil: *He makes a face.* Ugh. Whole
milk for me. Soy milk just doesn't seem right.
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: The
vanilla is a bit heady after you mix in vodka
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]: "you can call
me Lilly" she glances to Josh "i love soy but Soy milk tastes funny"
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: Thank you
Lilly...
Joshua Coil: *He shudders.* I'm sure it's
evil. Pure evil. In an innocent looking container.
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]: she laughs a
little "it could be worse...like tofukey"
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: Obviously
designed to twist us away from true milk...
Joshua Coil: *He growls.* NO ONE should
make an imitation of meat. No one.
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: Calm,
Joshua...fake meat is as universal as fake cheese....and relatively benign
Joshua Coil: It's evil, *he says
stubbornly.* As evil as decaf.
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: Aaah, that i
must agree with....decaf is a tool of pure Evil...sent to divert us from the all
loving coffee bean
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]: "well i prefer
real food anyways" she grins.
Joshua Coil: Amen, *he says, almost
reverently. He clears his throat.* Now you're making me hungry.
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: Are you
angling for a dinner invite, you saucy woman you?
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Open?))
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: (( The more
the merrier))
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]: "well i know
this really nice Korean resturant if your brave enough for spicy food" she
grins.
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT} -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]:
DD*Stands 5ft4, lil under 131 lbs, slicked black
hair, blue eyes, rumpled charcoal busines suit))
Joshua Coil: *He arches an eyebrow.* I'd
be okay with that. Or maybe I should just stop on the way home for Thai.
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: Bring on the
challenge...i finally got the airline food out of my system...
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]: ((come on in))
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]: "Thai is
yummy to but i need my fix of some bar-b-que hot and spice chicken" she grins.
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: Aaah...indeed
a spicy one...perhaps Lotus Blossom isnt appropriate...perhaps Tiger Claw...
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]: she laughs "or
Lilly "
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: The sounds of a
Kawasaki Ninja come from the street, pulling up to the side of the curb. He
steps off, running a hand through his hair to straighten it a touch, and makes
his way in. He's changed out the trench coat for something a bit lighter. The
coat is still about the same length, but built more for ease of movement and
style movement then protection, from the rain or otherwise. Underneath is a
long-sleeved crimson dress shirt, without the collar, and a pair of black
slacks. His hair's hanging free, face clean shaven.
((Full DD for Nicolai's sake)) He stands 5'11", and is a little bit thin at 145
pounds. At 30 years of age, he still has a baby-face and is commonly mistaken
for 18-20 years old. His hair, dyed black, goes down to about his mid-back. As
stated before, he has a very youthful face, with bright blue eyes that flash
with intelligence and full cheeks. His right canine is missing, but that's
neither here nor there. Something about his features suggests maybe a Welsh
origin.
Joshua Coil: *He grunts slightly.* Your
pick up lines are older than I am.
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: But Joshua
Srrah, the classics are time tested
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]:
d10: Per+Alert: 4,8,10,6,5,9,
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: Ahh, he may not give a
shit anymore, but he's as alert as ever. Caring and paranoia don't have to go
hand in hand. He looks over, noting Joshua, Lily, and Nicolai, and smirks a
little. He flicks a cigarette to life as he makes his way over, taking a drag
off of it on his approach.
Joshua Coil: *He arches an eyebrow.*
Tested... perhaps, with the backhands of many irate women?
Joshua Coil:
d10: per+alert: 10,7,9,4,9,
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]: "hate to tell
you they don't work"
Joshua Coil: *His head swivels, and he
grunts. And his eyes narrow. The newspaper crumples as he clenches a fist.*
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: 8Taking a
posture between Lilly and the stranger approaching, a wide easy smile on his
face, his hand relaxed at his side*... Evening..8guys moving a bit quick for his
tastes*
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]:
d10: p/a: 4,3,9,2,3,
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Irate backhands? We
talking about your charming wit and savvy ways again, Coil?"
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: *Lilly
momentarily forgotten, as Josh's reaction solidifies his posture*
Joshua Coil: Actually, we were talking
about yours, *he growls.* Your last boyfriend didn't find them charming.
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]: she makes a
face at the sight of the ciggarette muttering in a mix of chinese and korean.
which if anyone could figure it out she is walking about the poor taste in
smoking.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He notes Nicolai's
pasture change and snorts a little, shaking his head. "Evening. What'd I do?"
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): ((Room for
another?))
Joshua Coil: Nothing yet, I'm just
preparing for when you DO, *he grunts.*
Joshua Coil: ((Yeap!))
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: ((Far as i
know, Mord-p, Im Playtesting, all social))
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: Narrowed eyes shoot
straight back to Joshua. "Well, the one before that did. After all, he left you
for me."
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Open!))
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]: ((comeon in))
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: Aerin>>
"I dunno...Joshua seems to like you though, and I dont know you at all...maybe
its the bike....anything that sounds like a lawnmower cant bode well, eh?"
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Wanders along
one of the paths, looking about a touch warily--Central Park ain't all that safe
a place after dark.*
Joshua Coil: *He snorts at that.* You're
lucky, *he growls.* We're in public, and I wouldn't offend the lady by showing
her your internal organs.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Oh, yeah." He smirks
to Nicolai. "Coil and I are great friends. We share EVERYTHING."
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]: she glances
between the testosterone showing with a yawn.
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: So I
gather...far be it from me to break up a party in the making...*moves smoothly
closer to Lilly, not turning his back to Aerin in the process*
Joshua Coil: Except for taint, *he
growls.* And the art of being a traitor. Taste in clothes. Should I go on?
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2):
d10: Per : 2,9,7,
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: ~looks at
Josh a little taken aback*...His taste in clothes is tainted by the Eighties? Or
Anime? Either way, surely here isnt the place to discuss it, after all, Lilly
would find getting into her BBQ restaraunt a bit rough with bloodstains.
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *His eye
sometimes causes him to miss things, but tonight he seems to be on top of the
game, and he turns towards the small group as he notices it.*
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]:
d10: p/a: 4,10,5,2,3,
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]: she spots a
famier face....not like she could every for get that face she'll wave when he
gets closer.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Awww, c'mon, Joshie."
He looks back at Joshua, lip curling. "After all, I hear you did just OH so well
in your last little ruckus...also, call me a traitor again, and I'll feed you
your own liver." He shakes his head. Nicolai's joining into the taunting against
Aerin gets him a snort. "And you'd best learn complete stories before you decide
who to piss off."
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): ((*G* He's
met Lilly?))
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: (open?)
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]: (yes it was
brief like a hello good bye)
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: "Lets say
I'd prefer to hear any stories in more private places then this, ok? Not my
preferred evening to watch Joshua bust a blood vessel over y'all's past
history...
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]: ((yes))
Joshua Coil: You ARE, *he grunts.* The
Lady trusted in you to protect her and you bloody her. *His eyes narrow.* And
I'd LOVE to see you try it.
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: (9Open))
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Open! Though I'm
gonna ask it be closed after, until y'all drive the pissy boy off. *G* Room's
getting big.))
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): ((OK--My
bad.)) *Nods to Lilly, but decides not to interrupt the brewing argument.* Good
eve.
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: ((Damn, here
come's Nicky's contribution, soon to be known as Nicky hides so well with kin))
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: Andy stands f ive f eet
eleven inches from the ground, untamed black hair falling just over his dark
tired eyes. Decent is hard to pin, a European mut for sure with a slig ht lean
toward Italian. He looks to be in his early twenties, just athle tic en ough not
to be considrered scrawny. He wears weathered ripped jeans, a ratty t-shirt, and
an army surplus jacket. He always has a black back pac k slung over his
shoulders and a skate board either tucked under his arm or gliding under his
sneakers. The boy carries a week old funk about him, greasy shaggy bangs hang in
front of his apathetic expression. He skates along quietly.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks at Joshua,
then back to Nicolai...then to Joshua again. "When did I fucking bloody shit?
Unless you're talking about the blood I shed for her, you witless moron."
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: *Stuck
without the size nor clout here to stop anyone from fighting, Nick chooses a
course of action, sidling up to Mordecai, out of range of either spouting
combatant, and grins*...Hiyas!
Joshua Coil: *He stands up, clutching
newspaper in one hand, and coffee cup in the other. He snarls at Aerin.* I'm
speaking of the ones you SIDED with, you arrogant asshole.
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *His face. The
left side of his face, in particular. It just draws the eye, and not in a good
way, either. After a good long look at... that... an observer may notice that
otherwise he'd have been fairly good-looking; more or less tall, decent build,
neat and clean clothing. Some may even recognize the dark hair hanging on either
side of his face in the ~peyot~, the traditional hairstyle of the Jewish
warrior--those who actually know there was such a thing. And Garou--Get of
Fenris in particular--may well recognize him as the Kinfolk who killed a man
with his bare hands and another with a sword, somewhere north of Minneapolis.
But his ~face~... The entire left side of it, from the tip of his nose to the
middle of his ear, from his chin to his hairline, is marked by some kind of
acid. Baby-pink skin clashes with ridged scar tissue until it looks like the
plateued and mountainous landscape of some distant planet, or the browned and
wrinkled skin of a rotten apple, or... it's just ~bad~. A black silk eyepatch
covers his left eye, leading one to wonder--if he'll leave the scarred and
ruined contours of his face bare to the world and yet go through the effort and
discomfort to cover his eye, what does ~that~ look like?* (Fame 1)
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Nods to
Nick.* Good evening.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]:
d10: Per+Alert: 4,5,5,8,4,3,
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He flips up to grind a
passing rail. Hands not leaving the warmth of his pockets.
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]: she looks to
Modieacai "welcome to this session of jerry springer live at central park"...she
glances towards the two and back to Nic.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He notes the sound of
skating and looks Andy's way, until Joshua's words draw his attention back. "I
didn't side with anyone. Get your head out from between your girlfriend's legs
so you can hear better, and get your fucking facts straight. I just stopped
fucking fighting them, because I was fighting a losing battle without support."
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: Such a
party...dont suppose anyone that knows both of these two drama queens could tell
me what's going on? Before the beat cop asks what the ruckus is?
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: ~gearing
hismself to run like hell as soon as the two respond to the taunting with more
then words*
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He keeps his eyes low.
Keeping to himself really. A look of hesitance and near dread about him.
Joshua Coil: I was goddamned support, you
son of a bitch! *he snaps. And his head swivels, to look back to Nick.* None of
your damned business. *His lip curls, and he moves towards the exit.*
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: *Keeping an
eye out for both exits nearby nad approaching cops, drawn by the noise*
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Chuckles and
nods to Nick.* I believe Miss Lilly already described it...
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Yeah, would have been
nice if you fucking SHOWED any, too, instead of proclaiming such now, well after
the fact!" he shouts after Joshua. "Moral hindsight's 20/20, eh...Joshie?" He
looks back over at Nicolai. "There's one thing he and I agree on. None of your
business."
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: Whatever
it is, its kinda distracting...Lilly and i were thinking about Korean BBQ, I
gather you are a friend?
Joshua Coil:
d10: Rage: 4,4,6,1,9,8,
Joshua Coil: *He growls, and looks back
over his shoulder. His muscles tense, and he slams a fist into a trash can,
walking by. And exits.*
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "And the rest of
you..." He looks at the peanut gallery, growling slightly. "I'm glad this is all
so amusing to you. Shut the fuck up."
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: *At the
exit, Nicky relaxes, ever so slightly*
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *smiles.* I
try to be, at least. And it's been some time since I had Korean. Barbeque or
bulgogi, either sounds fine to me.
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: Andy keeps rolling along,
pushing a worn sneaker against the concrete. Brooding quietly.
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: Is this sort
of thing, er, normal, Lilly?
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]: she looks
to back to Aerin with a shrug and then looks to Nic and Mordecai "how are you
doing?"
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]:
d10: p/a: 1,4,6,3,5,
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]: and if unaware
of Andy's presence "well i wouldn't know i'm still pretty new to the city"
Andy Gallo [PB 2]:
d10: p/a: 2,6,4,8,5,
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}:
Hmm...ok....*looks at Mordecai, curiously*...you get hit by shrapnel or
something?
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He clenches his hand
into a fist at the brush-off from Lily, and almost takes a step toward her. He
shakes his head and turns, heading off toward Andy.
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *shrugs.*
Something. Lilly>>Quite well, really. Yourself?
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He shakes a greasy patch
of hair out of his face, looking up as not to plow into any pedestrians. They
hate that, ya know. Spotting Aerin and pals, he frowns and averts his eyes.
Slowly rolling down the path, quietly.
Juliana Sarolta [no icq available]: ((would
anyone mind if I joined IC?))
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: Who was that
motorcycle man, anyway?
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *shrugs.* I
don't believe I've met him. ((*G* Not that I can remember, at least, but I
screwed that up once already today.))
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((We lost one, so
we're good to gain one, in my book. So yeah, open.))
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: ((has no
objections ...is social interaction only))
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: (bring it!)
Juliana Sarolta [no icq available]: She
steps along the path, without apparent concern for being a woman alone in
Central Park at this hour. The wedged heels of her sleek black boots click as
perfect as a metronome along the pathway, her steps measured and precise.
A twenty-something woman with high, sculpted cheekbones and dark, mysterious
eyes. She walks with an elegant grace, her thick black hair cascading down her
slender back in an ebony cloak to her tailbone. She is 5’7” and shaped like a
slim hourglass. Her skin is exotically tinted, the kohl framing her eyes the
only cosmetics she wears. http://www.wodnyc.net/modules/coppermine/albums/uploads10296/1Juliana.JPG
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: ~looks
around at the gathered assembly, noting Mordecai and himself as opposed to Aerin
and Andy*
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]: "no idea"
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: *To
Mordecai*...ever feel like the stepsister?"
Juliana Sarolta [no icq available]: She
looks around her calmly as she walks, possibly looking for something or someone.
She is not at all dressed as a 'lady of the evening' and does not give off that
impression.
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): The
stepsister? *chuckles.* I'm not quite sure what mean, unless that's something
like a redheaded stepchild.
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: Either
or....you hail from here, or an import like me?
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He shifts his weight a
bit on his board, veering between pedestrians. Dark eyes trailing aerin, though
he's hardly covert about it. He rolls in that direction.
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): I'm from
Minnesota, actually. Yourself?
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: St
Louis...by way of the River
Juliana Sarolta [no icq available]:
d10: : 6,1,7,8,5,
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He frowns as he notes
Andy looking away, pausing. He shakes his head, muttering to himself. "Fine. I
can be a fucking social pariah in much more enjoyable places then this." He
turns his direction, heading for the gate.
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]:
d10: p/a: 8,10,6,5,6,
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Ack...sorry, I'm
slow. :P DLP.))
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He cocks a brow, watching
Aerin. "Wow.. looks like gandolf forgot to take his midol this morning. Fuck you
too, aerin."
Juliana Sarolta [no icq available]: It
isn't until she's nearer Andy that she actually sees him. Her smile is pleasant,
and she veers his direction in a neatly executed turn, her heel-clicks not off
by a single beat.
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Nods.* Ahh.
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: (bah.. you're not slow.
i'm impatient. *G* dlp if yours gets axed.)
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]: "wow it
looks like i'm not the only woman in the park..." she mummers seeing Juliana.
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: If Juliana veers in front
of him, he'll give a subtle nod in her direction. "Yo."
Juliana Sarolta [no icq available]: Her
dark eyes drink in the nearby Aerin as she nears Andy.
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: Yes tiger
Claw, but you are the most spicy...*grins*
Juliana Sarolta [no icq available]: "Yo,"
she responds in her low, smoky voice, her full lips quirking in a twist of
humor.
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]: "Lilly" she
smiles.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks over at
Juliana, looking her over for a moment appraisingly. Several different types of
appraising, all in one, really. He smirks a bit, then looks away, back to Andy.
"Hey."
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: All
righty then....Lilly
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He nods, looking back to
Aerin. Slowing his roll to a stop when he gets to the pair. He looks the man
over, hesitantly. Warily, maybe. Guaging his reaction with a posture that could
easily bolt at any given minute.
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *chuckles.*
That was an awful line.
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: Hey, I'm out
of my element here...i need Sinatra in the background or something,
Juliana Sarolta [no icq available]: Her
mouth curves into a pleasant smile as she looks to Aerin, then to Andy,
apparently expecting an introduction.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He tilts his head a
little, watching Andy. "Andy...why do you look like I'm about to eat you? I
promise, I already had a full meal earlier today...not hungry."
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He looks back over to
Juliana, crooking a thumb to Aerin. "Babe.. this is gandolf. Sans beating
stick."
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He frowns toward
Aerin. "I probably taste like week old ass. If you nibble.. I'm totally
swinging."
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: (aaaack...CLONES!))
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: ((I'm
dropping and re loggning to kill them, fair warning))
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]: She tilts her
head "Sinatra..."
Juliana Sarolta [no icq available]: She
seems amused by the conversation between the two males. Aerin: "It is wild to
meet you. I'm Juliana Sarolta."
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}:
Sinatra...Ole Blue eyes?...King of the Rat Pack?...c'mon, Lilly, dont make me
feel like a relic, now
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Shakes his
head.* Lilly>>Bad music.
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: Bite your
tongue sir...Sinatra was the Elvis of his time
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Don't worry, Andy...I
don't think I'll be nibbling your way any time this life." He grins at the man,
and then looks over to Juliana, extending a hand. Warm smile. "Hello, Juliana.
I'm Aerin Thomas. A pleasure."
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2):
Lilly>>Sinatra became popular shortly after Prohibition ended... which pretty
much explains it.
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: ((brb))
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He shifts his weight atop
his board, looking down to the pack. Keeping his hands shoved in his pockets.
Juliana Sarolta [no icq available]: She
takes his hand, her violet eyes lowering in a semblance of an ocular curtsy. Her
hand is slim with long, delicate fingers. Her nails are mid-length and French
manicured. She has on a faintly spicy perfume with a hint of the Orient.
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]: "not my scene
sorry" she looks to Nic "i just realised i never asked your name"
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: (psst. juliana. there's
four of you.)
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He brings his other
hand up so that in the handshake, his cupping her hand between his, and then
lets it drop. He grins to her and then looks back to Andy. "So what's new,
folks? I've been out and about lately, haven't much been around."
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: *grins at
Lilly* Not a problem, Lilly...I'm Nicky
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Nods to
Nick.* Mordecai.
Juliana Sarolta [no ICQ]: ((~shimmies back
into character~ dang it *S* Thanks))
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He shrugs without looking
up. "I've been keeping my distance. But needed some place to skate where I
wouldn't be hassled."
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: Pleased to
meetcha, Mordecai...sorry if i offended earlier...had an uncle that came home
from Iraq with the detrius of a claymore, you remind me of him is all
Juliana Sarolta [no ICQ]: Aerin: "I don't
know what's new," she replies in her smoky low voice, "but I know that there is
someone whom I have not seen in over a month. Andy, do you know where Gavriil
is? He usually is here, keeping watch on ... things." There is a faint,
tantalizing hint of an accent in her words, but very difficult to pinpoint.
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Nods.* No
worries. *Chuckles.* At least you didn't shout it, so you're on the better side.
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He cocks a brow to
juliana. "I... don't give a shit really. Sorry. Gavriil's a dickhead. He's
probably off.. somewhere.. being a dickhead."
Juliana Sarolta [no ICQ]: Andy: "You are
hassled for skating? What a silly thing to hassle someone about."
Juliana Sarolta [no ICQ]: "His head
isn't penis shaped," she protests mildly.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Dickhead is a nice
term for Gavriil."
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: Never did
understand the look at the crocodiles syndrome....live and let live
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: "Is too." He argues.
"That.. and he's a self-righteous punk. I do my best to avoid him. Maybe he
finally got shanked for saying something stupid."
Lily Douglas:
((too many here? if so, that's fine I'll wait :)
))
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]: "hmm shall we
start wandering...i'm from the pacific...and this cold is overwhleming me " she
smiles.
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): Look at the
crocodiles? *Chuckles.* That's now how it happened either.
Juliana Sarolta [no ICQ]: "Honestly, I
don't understand." She seems amused, not in the least upset at the insults about
Gav. "He was always such a gentleman with me, and we could speak of philosophy
and esoteric nothings."
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Nods.* By all
means. Do you know where a Korean barbeque place is?
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: That BBQ
does sound good..lead on, Macduff!
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: "That's because you're
hot."
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Yeah, well, had you
given it much more time, he would have probably tried very hard to turn you into
a notch on his bed frame, metaphorically speaking."
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: Andy looks over his
shoulder, warily.
Juliana Sarolta [no ICQ]: Aerin: "Oh, no."
She shrugs delicately. "I tried twice and he said no. He is very difficult to
get into bed actually."
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: (I think rav asked that
it be closed at this quantity. i'm good, but if its too much for some to keep
with, might not be.)
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]: "i know one
place" she glances between the two.
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He blinks, looking back
to juliana. "Wait, what? Where the hell were you when I was single?"
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: ((Three of
us are headed for a restaurant, methinks))
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: Lead
on...I dont know any places
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): ((I think
we're about to split, so it should be good in a minute.))
Juliana Sarolta [no ICQ]: Andy: "Are you
not single?" she asks innocently.
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Nods.* I
don't know any, myself. Your move, it appears.
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He scratches the back of
his head. "Ummm.. damn. I don't guess you'd believe me if I said yes, right?" He
cracks a crooked smile. "Nah. Made up with my woman over halloween. She's cool
as hell."
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((If the others are
leaving, I'm good with it.)) He blinks at Juliana. "We're talking about Gavriil?
Gavriil KAZIMIR?" Yes, the idea that Gavriil could possibly have any interest in
a woman that doesn't involve making her scream his name seems stunning to him.
Juliana Sarolta [no ICQ]: Andy: "Ah."
There's no telling what she means by that.
Juliana Sarolta [no ICQ]: Aerin: "Yes. That
Gavriil. The one who patrols here." She smiles lightly. "He likes to do the
hunting, I think, so I hunted him instead. This kept him off balance and he did
not pursue. It was satisfactory."
Lily Douglas:
((I'll wait then :) ))
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He nods, shifting his
weight atop his board. Glancing down the path. Looking around suspisciously.
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: ((Pick a
room Lilly))
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]: "come on then"
she smiles and starts toward the exit. ((mahatten resturant?))
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): ((Works for
me.))
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Moves along
with the group.* ((and off to the other room.))
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Yeah." He snorts,
smirking a little. "He's quite the fan of...hunting." He sighs and leans back on
his heel, looking to Andy and nodding. "Glad you hear you guys are cool with
each other again, Andy."
~Tricky~ Nicolai O'Bryan[PT}: ((Off to
Manhatten rest))
Lilly "Yon Sun" Wong [PB1]: ((thanks guys
have fun :) ))
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He nods to Aerin's words.
"Yeah. Managed to piss off every female friend I had in the process. Yay." He
gives a long exaggerated sigh. "Sometimes.. it's a pain to be this sexy."
Juliana Sarolta [no ICQ]: She silences now,
preferring to listen to the men.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Yeah, I know that
feeling." He chuckles a little, sympathy in his eyes for the kin's situation.
"Both on the pissing everyone off and the pain."
Juliana Sarolta [no ICQ]: "I must do
something wrong," she muses in her throaty voice. "I don't piss off anyone.
Perhaps I am not sexy as you two are, that could be it."
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He shrugs. "I think dara
hates me."
Lily Douglas:
((Think I'll pass after all. Trying to MT and
need to focus a little. *waves*))
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He sighs a little to
Andy. "Sorry. If it helps, I think she hates me, too." He mimics Andy's shrug,
and looks to Juliana with a chuckle. "No, trust me. That's not your problem."
Juliana Sarolta [no ICQ]: ((bye ...
hopefully play with you soon then))
Juliana Sarolta [no ICQ]: She tilts her
head back and laughs, then does a graceful bow to Aerin. "Thank you, Gandalf."
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "See, Gandalf just
doesn't work as much right now. I'm without my staff. But you're quite welcome."
He grins a bit and nods to her.
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He chuckles at Juliana.
"No, babe. You actually ~are~ sexy. Which is why it's probably hard for people
to stay pissed at you."
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He looks to Aerin. "I
could make you a newspaper hat. That'd be pretty pimp."
Juliana Sarolta [no ICQ]: Andy: "It's easy
to be sexy when you have breasts," she says with false mourning. "There's no
challenge in it."
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He nods. "Yeah.. I can
see that. Even still.. I think I'd look funny with boobs. You pull it off
though."
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Oh, now, I can't
agree with that, Juliana. Breasts and attractiveness don't automatically go
hand-in-hand." He looks over at Andy and smirks. "Newspaper hat...ooh, nice."
Juliana Sarolta [no ICQ]: Andy: "Boys
are turning into girls all the time. But you're right, it wouldn't suit you."
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: "Besides.. if I grew
boobs.. brice'd kick my ass." He considers. "Or feel up on me. Either way.. it'd
be weird." He looks around to the benches to see if he can spot a paper.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "We'll try to keep the
breasts off you then, Andy."
Juliana Sarolta [no ICQ]: Andy: "They would
probably distract you for some time."
fox: Open?
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: "They distract me enough
being on other people.." He muses, moving over to snag an abandoned newspaper.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Open!))
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: (far as i know)
Juliana Sarolta [no ICQ]: ((*hugs* Open))
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He watches Andy,
eyebrow raising over a grin. "You're really making me a paper hat, aren't you?"
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He smirks and starts
folding the paper. Humming under his breath.
Andy Gallo [PB 2]:
d10: dex+crafts wp: 2,6,3,4,3,
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: Humming, he folds the
paper as best he can. Tyring to mimic a floppy gandolf hat. It.. isn't much. But
it holds, at least. He reaches over to set it atop Aerin's head. Stating
proudly, "Sembra buon su voi!"
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks over at
Juliana with that grin. "My mouth just got me wearing a newspaper on my head, I
think."
Juliana Sarolta [no ICQ]: She laughs. Then
a sudden look at the sky. "The patterns have changed. I must go." She smiles to
the two men. "Good evening, gentlemen."
Juliana Sarolta [no ICQ]: Aerin: "Mouths
can lead us all into trouble, or ecstasy." She turns, beginning to walk away
with those precise, measured steps, heels clicking.
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He quirks a brow.
"Patterns? Ummm... okay. Have fun with that."
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He blinks, watching
Juliana move away. Staring in fact, with an 'i can't believe you just said that'
look about him.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He tilts his head,
watching Juliana, and nods. "True enough. Good evening, Juliana." He casts Andy
a sidelong look.
Juliana Sarolta [no ICQ]: ((Bye!))
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He keeps staring in
Juliana's direction. Waiting until she's out of earshot before mumbling "That is
one weeeeeeeeeeeeeird ass hottie."
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: (seeya!)
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Bye! *Hugs*))
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Yeah." He nods a
little. "But I've seen far wierder."
Shadow's Blissful Silence: He saunters
into Central Park in all white - white boots (with heels!), white vinyl pants,
sparkly white top, long white coat. Dangly earrings with bells and snowflake
charms, white eyeliner, and glittery mascara complete the outfit. [And...PM if
you need is full DD.]
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: "Don't doubt it." He
looks up to Aerin, toward the top of his head. "Did I size it right?"
Shadow's Blissful Silence: [Eeeep!
Purple!]
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: (I needs one)
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]:
d10: Per+Alert: 9,4,9,6,6,6,
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He nods a little bit,
eyes travelling upward as if to look at the hat. "For the most part." Paranoia
helps him note the movement, and he looks over, grinning when he sees Bliss.
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He shoves his hands back
in his pocket, looking around nervously when Aerin grins at someone. "Maybe.. I
should.. not be here."
Shadow's Blissful Silence: He walks right
up to Aerin and rubs the side of his face along Aerin's jaw with a purring
sound.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "No, trust me, Andy,
you're fine. You met Bliss yet?"
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He quirks a brow, looking
between the two. "Umm... nope. Can't say I have."
Shadow's Blissful Silence: "You're fine,
Andy."
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He smiles a bit at the
nuzzling, and strokes his hand along Bliss's hair before looking to Andy. "No,
it's not at all what you're thinking. Promise. Andy Gallo...Bliss.
Bliss...Andy."
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He scratches the back of
his greasy head, looking around still. "It's just.. I wasn't really expecting to
run into anyone."
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He scratches the back
of his greasy head, looking around still. "It's just.. I wasn't really expecting
to run into anyone."
Shadow's Blissful Silence: [Hadn't they
met? I think Kelsey introduced them once, way back. Or I could be on drugs.]
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: (Um... I don't remember
that. But it's possible.)
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "It's cool, Andy. If
we're cramping your style, we can jet...or we can hang."
Shadow's Blissful Silence: He rests his
head on Aerin's shoulder, just watching Andy, expression something between a
tiger ready to pounce and the cat that just swalloed the canary.
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: "Style.. I've never been
accused of having style before. I just.. I don't know. Some people.. said stuff.
And I don't think I should.." He looks back off down the path, distracted.
"Yeah.. I think I'ma book."
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Said stuff?" He
quirks an eyebrow. "Like--?" He cuts himself off, and shakes his head. "Okay, if
you want. Good to see you, though..."
Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Ohhhhhh...."
Bliss purrs. "Now we can so have sex on one of these nice uncomfortable park
benches. It'll be the highlight of my night." He laughs. "Or you could stay.
People say many, many things. Sometimes the trick is knowing which things are
worth your attention."
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He frowns, looking down
to the path. "Just.. stuff. It doesn't matter. I won't really be hanging around
much longer. Call me if you wanna hang sometime, gandolf." He ignores bliss
entirely.
Shadow's Blissful Silence: He makes a soft
tsk-ing sound at Andy. "Have it your way then." There is just the faintest
undertone of something unfriendly under the perky tone.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He nods a little.
"I'll do that, then. Take it easy, Andy. Say hi to Brice for me."
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: "Right.. seeya." He
pushes off without looking up. Veering to the gate
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He watches Andy go for
a moment, and looks over to Bliss with a chuckle. "Hey, you."
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: (thanks guys.)
Shadow's Blissful Silence: He waits until
Andy is out of earshot before tilting his face up toward Aerin and batting his
eyelashes. "Just as well," he says softly, but without the purr now. "We need to
talk."
Shadow's Blissful Silence: [Awesome
playing with you, if only for a minute.]
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Any time! *Hugs*))
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He raises a brow. "All
right. Here a bad place to do it?"
Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Isn't it
always?" He laughs and bats his eyelashes again. "No one here approves of our
love...."
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Yeah, damn
narrow-minded bastards." He chuckles and nods. "My bike's just outside...c'mon."
Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Okay." [Cut to
YIM?]
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Sure. *Jets there*))