Eugenia Phelps: Free from work for the evening, she heads downtown for some relax and respite from the Uptown and Midtown crowd. Her work clothes are in a garment bag that's slung over her shoulder. She's wearing just a light, airy dress of pale pink with a coat at the moment to ward off the winter's chill.

Jarod Freeman: He's sitting on a park bench in Battery in the waning light of dusk, near the railing that looks out over the Hudson. A clove rests between his fingers, blue eyes staring over the water in a sort-of fond, pensive look. The man's in his own thoughts at the moment, resting comfortably yet a bit on edge at the same time.

It's a young man, blessed by God with natural great looks. He has a very "pretty-boy" face, vaguely reminiscent of Jared Leto with his well-defined facial structure and big blue eyes. He is just a little bit lanky, though he tries to stay physically fit, and it shows underneath his black turtleneck, leather trench coat, and blue jeans. His hair, a shoulder-length platinum blonde, hangs free and unfettered. He walks the confidence of a man who knows who he is and what he wants.

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Eugenia Phelps: She takes note of the attractive young man and gives him a warm smile in greeting. She's always polite like that.

Jarod Freeman: He looks over his shoulder, noting the smile, and nods, returning it. "Hello." He exhales a cloud of clove smoke, away from Nia, and pivots to look at her a moment.

Eugenia Phelps: Her head tilts to the side a little. She doesn't often get greetings from New Yorkers. "Hello!" Her voice is bright, as is her smile as she actually heads over to him.

Jarod Freeman: He grins a little to Eugenia and scoots over, in case she wants to take a seat. "Out for the view? Or just a fan of walking parks at the hour of the approaching night?"

Eugenia Phelps: She settles down onto the bench, draping the garment bag over her lap. "I just come here for a little peace and quiet after a long day at work. You know how it is." Her voice is surprisingly pleasant, actually, it's so beautiful that it's hard to not listen to her.

Jarod Freeman: "Yeah, I know." A wry sort of smile is on his face at that. "What do you do?"

Eugenia Phelps: "I work the front desk at a posh hotel." She smiles and tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "What do you do?"

Jarod Freeman: "Actor, sometime singer...though the last is purely passion and non-profit." He shrugs a little bit, and extends a hand. "Jarod Freeman."

Eugenia Phelps: She takes his offered hand and gives it a shake. "Eugenia Phelps..I go by Nia, though."

Jarod Freeman: "A pleasure to meet you, Nia." He smiles, his handshake warm and pleasant...inviting. "So, how's the hotel business?"

Eugenia Phelps: Perhaps her hand lingers a little too long in his. Oh, the sensation. She loves the sensation. "The hotel business has its ups and downs. How's the acting business?" Her hand finally falls away.

Jarod Freeman: He chuckles a little. "Definite ups and downs there, too. That's just life, I guess. But hey, it's what I love, and it's inspiring work. So I can't complain too much."

Eugenia Phelps: "I sculpt some. Angels mostly." It seems sort of apropos, though, considering her own angelic appearance.

Jarod Freeman: "Angels, eh?" He raises an eyebrow, smirking some. "What inspires you to choose that topic for your medium?"

Eugenia Phelps: "I just...like them. It's sort of hard to explain." She shrugs a little and gestures vaguely. "My work's pretty good, or so they tell me."

Jarod Freeman: "Nice...I'll have to come see it sometime." He nods. "Do you draw your inspiration from specific descriptions, or a lot of personal interprtation?"

Eugenia Phelps: She hesitates for a brief moment before answering. "Personal interpretation mostly." She holds his gaze for a moment, her smile widening slightly. "What sort of parts do you like taking?"

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Jarod Freeman: ((It is open, yes. All the way near the railing overlooking the Hudson at Battery.))

Jarod Freeman: "What I can get, mostly." He grins. "I prefer dramatic to comedy...musicals are always good."

Eugenia Phelps: "Ah, drama..that's always fun to watch.." She nods a littel. "I love watching dramas, but I have to keep the volume down..my neighbors are sort of on the stuffy side, you know?"

Felisa Espionosa: She walked quietly, taking everything in and thinking about what had happened. She's a young thing, not even eighteen yet, and she's a pretty Puerto-Rican girl, although beautiful would be stretching it a bit (App:3) She's dressed in typical urban ghetto wear, baggy pants, her boxers showing, a thick coat and a doo rag on er head.

Jarod Freeman: "Oh, I'm not lucky enough to be televised yet." He chuckles...whether lucky is sarcasm, or not is up for debate. "I do all stage. Mostly Off-Broadway stuff for now."

Felisa Espionosa: Quietly, she made her way down the walkway, watching people as they jogged and talked. So much had changed, and it seemed that she had changed herself after that one fateful night.

Eugenia Phelps: "I wish I had the money to afford going to shows more often..and the time off work." She chuckles lightly with a slight shake of her head. Stretching her legs out in front of her, she crosses them at the ankles and folds her hands over the garment bag on her lap.

Jarod Freeman: "Well, let me know when you've got some free time. I'll get you a comp ticket." He looks up to Felisa as she approaches, nodding to her amicably.

Eugenia Phelps: She gives Felisa a wave before looking aside at Jarod. "That would be really nice of you."

Felisa Espionosa: "Hello there," she said, her walk turning into a crawl. It wasn't the New York thing to do, actually saying hello and all, but after what had happened earlier Felisa was in an adventurous mood.

Jarod Freeman: "Least I can do for a fellow artist." He winks at Nia, and looks back to Felisa. "Hello, there, yourself."

Eugenia Phelps: She nudges him a little with her shoulder before giving Felisa a warm smile. "Hello."

Felisa Espionosa: She stopped, and then walked toward them with a tilt to her head and a strangely blank look on her face, like you'd see someone in poker wear when high stakes were involved. "Life treating you aight?" she asked a small smile starting to show.

Eugenia Phelps: "Yes, well enough, how about yourself?" She seems so genuinely friendly.

Jarod Freeman: "Well as it ever does," he says with a smile to Felisa.

Felisa Espionosa: She sat down on the bench next to them, pulled out her phone and started fiddling with it, opening it, closing it. Her face was hard to read, but it seemed that she was thinking about the question. "Yes. Yes I suppose I am well enough. I'm better than I was that's for certain, but things seem a little faster these nights, like when you were young, and you got on your bike and decided to go down the biggest hill you could find."

Eugenia Phelps: Her eyebrows furrow as she tries to search her mind for such a memory. "Sometimes, life is like that.." It's all she can say.

Jarod Freeman: He seems to have a little easier time then Felisa, and nods. "Yeah. I know what you mean, there."

Felisa Espionosa: "It's not really a BAD thing, you realize. I mean there's the thrill of it all, the rush of speed and the thought in the back of your mind that's telling you that you're at the edge of falling over, but you don't want to hit the brakes either; you want to see how fast you can take it," she said, a smile starting to form, and you realize that for a woman that dresses like a thug that she's fairly well spoken.

Eugenia Phelps: She nods a little, that much making sense to her at least. She closes her jacket a little more around her body. It's still a little chilly, after all. "Yes, I definitely know what you mean."

Jarod Freeman: He shrugs a little, agreeing a touch less with that one, but understanding it. He extends a hand to Felica, warm and inviting. "Jarod Freeman. A pleasure to meet you."

Eugenia Phelps: "Nia Phelps." She offers her hand after Jarod's, shifting a little scoot a tad bit closer to him.

Felisa Espionosa: She turned, looked at the hand for perhaps a second more than needed, lingering before she shook with a soild grip and a grin that looked to belong somewhere on the chronosphere of the sun. "Felisa Espionosa. Pleasure. I'm not interrupting am I?"

Eugenia Phelps: "It's nice to meet you, Felisa." She grins and settles back against the bench. "You're not interrupting anything that I'm aware of."

Jarod Freeman: "No, not interrupting at all," he agrees. "So what brings you out to the Park tonight?"

Felisa Espionosa: "Well, you know, New York and everything. People are stand offish; they'll garotte you if they feel threatened, or some of them will at least. Thankfully that's a teeny section of the population," she said, the smile fading as morning fog does. "Visiting? Or residents?"

Eugenia Phelps: "Neither. I work here and live upstate." She supplies with the friendliest of smiles.

Jarod Freeman: "A resident," he says with a smile.

Felisa Espionosa: "Mm. And what brings me out to the Park tonight... well, fresh air mostly. As fresh as air gets these days, but you know what I'm getting at. Some nights you just want to be out and about."

Jarod Freeman: "Yeah, I get that. Hard to stay indoors some nights."

Eugenia Phelps: "That's true enough." She nods a little smoothes her hands over her garment bag.

Felisa Espionosa: "Exactly! Exactly... you're cooped up in the apartment watching cable, typing on the rig while everything happens around you, and you don't even bother to look out of the window sometimes," she said, nodding. Then Felisa snapped her fingers and looked at them both. "Hey, if you were in the market for a good car, something for urban driving, what would you choose?"

Eugenia Phelps: "I have no idea. I'm not good with cars..and I don't have one. I'm not the one to consult in such matters."

Jarod Freeman: ((Guys, phone call, one second))

Felisa Espionosa: "Not good with them? Like you don't drive them, or you don't drive them well? Or you don't like them at all?" She scratched her chin and sniffed.

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Eugenia Phelps: "Well, I haven't driven in ages. I can't afford the car. I'm used to public transportation. Though, I will admit that European public transportation is far better than American.."

Felisa Espionosa: "Never been. To Europe. Don't know if I'll ever go either, seems as far away as the moon now. I suspect that their subways aren't nearly as infamous though."

Jarod Freeman: "Something with good fuel economy," he says. "You'll eat it up on the New York Streets."

Eugenia Phelps: "Traffic's pretty brutal here." She nods in agreement.

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Felisa Espinosa: "I considered a bike but you're right; the traffic would kill me, perhaps even literally. No, no... I think a metal box with a motor in it would be the way to go."

Jarod Freeman: ((Gotta reboot, BRB))

Eugenia Phelps: "Maybe a motorcycle? I've seen them weave through traffic.."

Jarod Freeman: He grins a little. "Bikes are faster to get where you want sometimes, though. Especially in rush hour."

Felisa Espinosa: "Well yes, but that falls under the same catagory as a bike, except that if it fell on you it would hurt more, burns and shit." She looked at the phone again, opened it, closed it, put it in her pocket.

Eugenia Phelps: "Yes, that is a problem.." She concedes as she adjusts the garment bag on her lap.

Jarod Freeman: "I meant the bike you meant." He grins. "Look for a hybrid car, if you can afford it. Well worthwhile."

Felisa Espinosa: "I might have to look that up," she said, nodding. Her eyes scanned the park, something she learned to do years ago. Never could be too careful these days.

Jarod Freeman: He checks his watch as it beeps, and sighs. "Well, my vacation's over...gotta head off. Duty calls, and all. Got to keep the crowd entertained." He nods to the both of them. "It's been a pleasure to meet the both of you."

Eugenia Phelps: She smoothes a hand over her hair. "I wish I could buy a car. It would be so useful. But parking here is madness."

Felisa Espinosa: "Everything's madness these days," she quipped, grinning, and then waved to Jarod. "Break a leg. Preferrably someone else's."

Eugenia Phelps: "It was nice to meet you too, Jarod." She gives him a broad smile and a wave. "I hope to see you again soon."

Jarod Freeman: "I imagine we will." He pulls a card out and hands it to Nia. "In case you ever want those comp tickets. Good bye." He smiles warmly to them both and turns to head off, out of the park.

Eugenia Phelps: "Thanks. I'll definitely be calling you." She pockets the card with a grin and then her gaze turns to Felisa.

Felisa Espinosa: "And here I thought you two were a couple. There was a certain familiarity." She shuffled her feet and crossed her ankles, looking at Jarod as he left the park.

Jarod Freeman: ((Thanks for the scene, guys! *Hugs*))

Eugenia Phelps: She laughs softly, shaking her head. "No, we've only just met."

Felisa Espinosa: ((Hope you liked it. I'm just dipping my toes in the water. *S*))