Falke [Flushing Meadows-Corona Park]:
*It is, simply, a marvellous place. He stands in front of
the Unisphere, tapping his bottom lip with his index finger, curiously.*
Isabelle Mendez: ((I don't know a dang
thing about this place, so a brief description would not go amiss))
Falke [Flushing Meadows-Corona Park]:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flushing_Meadows_Park The
1,255 acre (5 km˛) park was created from the former dumping ground characterized
as "a valley of ashes" in F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby. The site,
originally known as the Corona Ash Dumps, was cleared by Parks Commissioner
Robert Moses, in preparation for the World's Fair. Faced with the problem of
disposing of the mountains of ashes, Moses strategically incorporated a
significant portion of the refuse into the bases of the Van Wyck, Jackie
Robinson, and Long Island Expressways that crisscross the park. Some of the
buildings from the 1939 Fair were used for the first temporary headquarters of
the United Nations from 1946 until it moved to its permanent headquarters in
Manhattan in 1951. The former New York State building was used as the UN's
General Assembly during this time. This building was later refurbished for the
1964 Fair as the New York City Pavilion, featuring the Panorama of the City of
New York, an enormous scale model of the entire city. It is currently the only
surviving building from the 1939 fair, and the home of the Queens Museum of Art,
which still houses, and occasionally updates, the Panorama. The Unisphere, built
as the theme symbol for the 1964/1965 World's Fair, is the main sculptural
feature of the park. It stands on the same site occupied by the Perisphere
during the 1939/1940 World's Fair.
Corinne Braddock: She travels along nearby
the Unisphere, her hands folded calmly behind her back as she looks over the
12-story structure with a smile. It's the kind of thing that inspires people,
makes them dream. It's what drew her here.
When she was younger, she must have been absolutely exquisite. Now, in her mid
30's, she's "merely" stunning. Statuesque and refined, she has an grace to her
bearing that seems entirely natural, effortless even. Standing somewhere on the
tall side of the five and a half feet range, she's trim, her lithe body draped
in elegance, whether an evening dress or an expensive, tailored business suit.
She tends to prefer the former over the latter. Her hair, a dark auburn,
stretches down to her shoulder blades when worn down; hypnotic green eyes take
in the world around her with a shrewdness that shows this lovely lady has a
quick mind as well. ((Fame 1 among the Fashion or Escort Industry))
Fae Mien: What is statuesque and refined to mortal eyes becomes exquisitely so.
The lines of age fade away, bringing an incredible beauty to her form, a
smoothness to her. The point to her ears just peeks out of her curled hair, and
the gown she wears is gossamer, deceptively strong as it reveals enough of the
curves that fit the delicate arc of her body perfectly. At her side, a rapier,
the guard silver and damascened, hangs comfortably...a reminder that this woman
isn't just another beautiful face.
Isabelle Mendez: ((thanks for the info))
Isabelle makes her way through the park toward the Unisphere, a denim backpack
slung over her shoulder. She stands tall at 5'7" and is a beautiful specimen of
mixed decent, appearing to be either hispanic or african american, depending on
the light she is in. Her hair is a rich, nearly black brown and frames her face
beautifully. She wears it usually up in a ponytail or loose, where it rests just
past her shoulders. Her eyes are a deep brown, often sparkling with just a bit
of gold flecks, particularly around her pupil. She has prominent cheekbones and
slightly pouty, bow-shaped lips. Her skin is a medium brown shade. Her body type
is hour-glass shaped with a thin-waist and fuller hips & chest, and her face is
heart-shaped. Fae Mien: imilar in height and build to her mortal seeming,
Isabelle’s skin takes on a slightly metallic luster, shining in the softest of
lights. Her hair becomes streaked with white and her ears become slightly more
pointed. She wears her hair always in three long braids that are braided
together and held with a voile tie that appears to be of blue silk. Her voile is
functional, with pants made of resilient brown leather, with suede lining so as
not to chafe and a shirt of green cotton, cut to fit her precisely with loose
arm movement and shorter length. Her shoes are also of brown leather with a
wooden heel, though they are never uncomfortable.
Falke [Flushing Meadows-Corona Park]:
*To those fae eyes, his eyes are emotionless, milky green,
and were it not for the presence of an almost permanent scowl there, the eyes
might very well be convincing of the apathy. His copper-colored hair is short,
adding the the severity of his long, pointed ears. His chin is held up, his cold
arrogance visible. He keeps with him a grey cloak, wrapped tightly around his
form. Slender, obviously built for speed and not strength. But the way he looks
around - no one here is higher than he in his eyes, it is clear. As for his
clothes? Neat. Ironed. Clean. Black slacks, and a dress shirt. His hands are
gloved, and his coat is on. It is, after all, chilly outside.*
Isabelle Mendez: ((*Similar)) Today
Isabelle is wearing a black, thick leather coat and brown slacks with her hair
pulled up on top of her head. She has earbud headphones in her ears and wears
delicate gloves on her hands. She wanders, watching the people who pass by
primarily, and looking occassionally as though she is lost.
Corinne Braddock: She looks over, noting
Falke, and smiles, dipping her head in a nod to him. "Good evening. Amazing,
isn't it?" She glances over to see Isabelle, and gives her a warm smile and nod
before turning her attention back to Falke for the moment.
Falke [Flushing Meadows-Corona Park]:
Quite fascinating, *he admits. And he, in return, gives
Corinne a polite nod. His gaze turns back to Isabelle as well. Perhaps he looks
a bit wary.*
Isabelle Mendez: Notices Corinne and Falke
and nods a bit, but continues to gaze up at the large structure. She backs away
from it, looking up at it from a better angle.
Corinne Braddock: "It's one of my favorite
places to visit," she says with a warm smile. "It was build to signify the
beginning of the Space Age for the 1965 World's Fair. A period of hope and
fascination. I think it's very much a symbol for what we strive toward."
Isabelle Mendez: Isabelle whistles a little bit
between her teeth at the sheer size of the thing and just kind of gazes at it
for a moment before her eyes turn back to Falke & Corinne.
Falke [Flushing Meadows-Corona Park]:
If we were not responsible for this, *he says sincerely.* A
gift, to the ungracious children.
Corinne Braddock: "I prefer to think of
them ignorant," she says with a smile. "Forgive them, for they know not what
they do, as the saying goes."
Isabelle Mendez: Isabelle smirks a little
bit and fiddles with the cd player in her pocket. She pulls the earbuds from her
ears and meanders over to just behind where Falke and Corinne are standing.
Falke [Flushing Meadows-Corona Park]:
Yes, of course. Ignorance is common among the youth. Good
evening, Lady Braddock. A coincidence? That we are here. And a taleteller. *He
speaks calmly.*
Isabelle Mendez: Isabelle smirks again,
listening and just shaking her head a bit. "What is coincidence? Everything and
nothing is coincidental."
Corinne Braddock: "Coincidence does not
happen, Mr. Falke. There is always a reason." She looks back over to Isabelle
and nods to her, with that same warm smile. It's radiant, really. "Good
evening."
Falke [Flushing Meadows-Corona Park]:
Pretty words. However. There is only partial truth about
them. *He looks up to the globe.*
Isabelle Mendez: "And to you as well...
And your stoic friend." She tucks her hands into her pockets.
Corinne Braddock: She looks back to
Falke, chuckling softly, and then nods to Isabelle. A quick shift of her eyes,
to ensure they are alone at this late night, and then she nods to Isabelle. "A
pleasure to meet you. Lady Corinne Braddock ap Fiona." She lets Falke introduce
himself or not, as he prefers.
Isabelle Mendez: "I am Isabelle Mendez,
but some people call me Sable. You can call me what you want, Lady Braddock."
She inclines her head a bit and enters a mock-curtsey with her hands holding out
the ends of her jacket.
Falke [Flushing Meadows-Corona Park]:
*He looks back to that. And he does not introduce himself.*
Corinne Braddock: "Sable." She smiles a
little bit and nods. "I like that. As I said, a pleasure to meet you. Are you
new to New York?"
Isabelle Mendez: "Yup. I spent most of my
life between Carson City and Santa Barbara." She chews on her bottom lip. "It's
an interesting place. Not as scary as I thought it'd be." She smiles a little
bit and glances around.
Corinne Braddock: She nods. "We have a bit
of a reputation, I'm afraid. Once people get here, they usually move past that,
and see the city for what it is. Are you visiting, or staying?"
Falke [Flushing Meadows-Corona Park]:
*He observes the globe, simply listening to the
conversation.*
Isabelle Mendez: Isabelle shrugs a bit.
"Sort of both. I'm going to school here, but whenever I'm on break I tend to
meandre some." She scuffs at the ground with her shoe like a kid, shifting her
weight back and forth. "I'm not used to staying put anymore."
Falke [Flushing Meadows-Corona Park]:
Obviously, *he says, calmly.* It is your inherent nature?
Corinne Braddock: "Ah, he speaks," she
says with a gentle amusement, looking over to Falke.
Falke [Flushing Meadows-Corona Park]:
*He sighs.* I simply... saw no need to before. *His accent
is clipped, South London.*
Isabelle Mendez: Glances between Corinne
and Falke and makes a noncomital jerk of the head. "Maybe it's in my nature, but
it's also in my nature to do my best and sometimes that contradicts wandering."
Falke [Flushing Meadows-Corona Park]:
*He smiles faintly at that.* Sometimes, we do what is
contrary to our nature... for the best.
Corinne Braddock: "Because I was doing
such an excellent job for the both of us?" She smiles at Falke, and then looks
at Isabelle, nodding. "Of course. One's nature can be a mercurial thing, and the
only thing one can ever truly do is be true to it."
Isabelle Mendez: "Yeah, I guess so. Mostly
I just do what I want at the moment." She looks around at the different aspects
of the park that are viewable from her spot, turning somewhat away but not
completely.
Falke [Flushing Meadows-Corona Park]:
Yours is charm, *he allows, to Corinne.* Mine is intellect.
Isabelle Mendez: Isabelle raises an
eyebrow at that, but remains quiet as she observes Falke for a moment from the
corner of her eye.
Corinne Braddock: She chuckles and nods to
Falke. "True enough. Perhaps why we work so well together." She folds her hands
over her lap, lovely green eyes turning back to Isabelle. "What is here that
inspires you to stay so you can do your best?"
Isabelle Mendez: She smiles broadly and
gets a dreamy look in her eyes as she looks Corinne straight in the face.
"Julliard." She says slowly, taking a soft breath. "It's been my goal since I
was very young, even before becoming what I am."
Falke [Flushing Meadows-Corona Park]:
*And then, he arches an eyebrow.* What do you play?
Isabelle Mendez: "I sing. And some piano,
though not much. My specialty is foreign language music, particularly Spanish,
as well as Jazz vocals."
Falke [Flushing Meadows-Corona Park]:
*He nods.* I play piano, myself.
Isabelle Mendez: "I envy you. I got very
frustrted with a piece I'm expected to learn to play for myself the other day."
She chuckles a bit. "I just can't seem to get my hands to work together."
Corinne Braddock: She smiles graciously,
quietly listening to the two speak.
Isabelle Mendez: ((*frustrated))
Falke [Flushing Meadows-Corona Park]:
My singing voice is not as skilled as some would be. We
each have our own talents. I am told I have no passion for music, however. *His
voice, clipped as it is, implies he has no passion for anything.*
Isabelle Mendez: "I'm of the belief that
music is a living, breathing thing, and must have a passion for you before you
can have a passion for it." She smiles with just a tiny raising of the corners
of her mouth. "But that's just me."
Falke [Flushing Meadows-Corona Park]:
Hm. *He looks back to the globe.* You speak as one of the
children of Pan would. But not as irritating as one.
Corinne Braddock: She nods to Isabelle. "I
would very much agree with that statement, Sable. Beautifully put."
Isabelle Mendez: She laughs out loud at
that one, a mirthful chuckle that rings a bit. "Well, I think it's probably
because I've submerged myself in music my whole life. It's been the source of my
dreams since I was just five years old, singing in the Christmas play. Stories
can be told through song just as easily as they can be told through speaking."
Isabelle Mendez: She smiles prettily at
Corinne. "Thank you."
Corinne Braddock: "You're very welcome."
Isabelle Mendez: "So..." she says after a
slight pause. "I had heard that there were no regular political meetings of any
sort in these parts. Do you happen to know why that is, my Lady?"
Falke [Flushing Meadows-Corona Park]:
*He smiles faintly, but says not a word.*
Corinne Braddock: She smiles a little bit.
"There are reasons, but it is nothing to worry about. Everything will sort
itself in due time."
Isabelle Mendez: ((?))
Isabelle Mendez: She nods, thinking for a
moment. "I hope so. I just assumed it would be polite if I at least introduced
myself to those in charge around here... But I didn't know where to go or who to
talk to."
Falke [Flushing Meadows-Corona Park]:
It is assured... those in charge will know of your
existence, *he says, calmly.*
Corinne Braddock: ((Sorry, got hung up
with something there.))
Isabelle Mendez: ((It's okay. I was just
hoping nothing bad had happened, heh.)) Isabelle arches an eyebrow and blinks.
"I .. umm..." she seems flabergasted.
Corinne Braddock: She glances at Falke,
smiling a bit, and nods. "Yes, I imagine they will." The words, of course,
directed at Isabelle, despite the direction she's looking in.
Isabelle Mendez: ((aww, crap on a
stick. brb))
Falke [Flushing Meadows-Corona Park]:
Eyes everywhere. When dealing with an Ailil rule, one gets
used to it, I suppose.
Isabelle Mendez: ((anyone know how to get
wax out of the carpet?)) "Ailil?" Isabelle frowns, eyes narrowing and looking
genuinely confused. "Never heard of it."
Corinne Braddock: ((Not short of with
scissors, I'm afraid.))
Corinne Braddock: "True enough," she says
to Falke with a smile. At Isabelle's question, she goes quiet, looking to the
other sidhe to provide that information.
Isabelle Mendez: ((Curses! Foiled
again...))
Falke [Flushing Meadows-Corona Park]:
*His eyes widen. And she could have very well insulted his
mother for all the offense she shows.* It is a very prestigious house.
Isabelle Mendez: "Really? Huh. I'm sure it
is..." She adds, almost as an afterthought. "I dunno, I've never really met all
that many nobles, ya know? My mentor was the same as I, many of the people I
grew up around were elegbara or animals, so..." She shrugs. "I'm sorry, I just
don't have that much information on the different houses."
Falke [Flushing Meadows-Corona Park]:
This shall have to be remedied, *he says with a scowl.*
Corinne Braddock: She nods to Isabelle.
"It happens. Not all are aware of the many noble houses. House Ailil rules here,
as he said."
Isabelle Mendez: Isabelle winces a little
from Falke's scowl and nods. "Yeah, well, I'm sorry..." She glances at Corinne.
"Alright. Well, what are they, spies or something?"
Falke [Flushing Meadows-Corona Park]:
Everything that the Eiluned did, we did properly, *he says,
lips pursed.* I... *He pauses, and looks down, to his pocket. He reaches in, to
check... a pager. And he sighs.* I apologize. This must be cut short. Business
calls.
Corinne Braddock: She looks over to Falke
and nods with a smile. "An abolute pleasure as always, sir. We must find
ourselves in each other's company more often."
Falke [Flushing Meadows-Corona Park]:
*He looks back to Corinne. And he nods his head, once.*
Charming, as always. *And as always, in a flat voice.* Good evening. *He turns,
to walk away.*
Isabelle Mendez: "Nice to meet ya,
anyway." She smiles at him briefly.
Falke [Flushing Meadows-Corona Park]:
*He does pause at that, for a moment.* It is because you do
not know me that well, yet, *he informs Isabelle. Before he's really gone.*
Falke [Flushing Meadows-Corona Park]:
((Sorry, folks, it's 3 a.m. And I'm not a crappy Matchbox
20 song, so it means sleep!))
Isabelle Mendez: Isabelle lets out a
small, nervous laugh and glances at Corinne. "Nice... Uh, nice guy." She shakes
her head briefly before rubbing her forehead with both hands.
Isabelle Mendez: ((I know the feeling, I'm
about to head off too.))
Corinne Braddock: She laughs softly at
Falke's words, and then looks back to Isabelle. "He has his charms, to be sure."
Isabelle Mendez: "I'm sure he does..." She
says softly. "So... he always that charming, then?" She smirks. "He really seems
like he's got something stuck in an uncomfortable place..."
Corinne Braddock: "Yes, he's always
like that," she says with a nod. "You get used to it."
Isabelle Mendez: Just shrugs. "I guess so.
But you know, I get the feeling that you're not so much friends as you are
accomplices."
Corinne Braddock: She shakes her head,
chuckling. "No, no...I must be honest, we're simply business partners.
Legitimate business partners."
Isabelle Mendez: Smiles a bit and yawns
slightly. "Well, it's good to know such things do actually exist." She pulls her
bag up higher on her shoulder. "I'm beat, I should probably get heading back to
my dorm and finish up some work before crashing. It honestly was nice to meet
you."
Corinne Braddock: "It was a hoy meeting
you as well, Sable." She gives her a warm smile and nods. "I hope to see you
again soon."
Corinne Braddock: ((joy))
Isabelle Mendez: "Me too." She smiles and
walks off toward her campus, roughly. ((Twas fun, but I'm exhausted. G'night!))
Corinne Braddock: ((It was fun! Night!))