Patrick Forbes [Midnight Madness Mall Sale]: *Patrick grins at such a description and nods.* "A weight set if he doesnt have one, or perhaps a very fine variety of his favorite drink." *He says giving it a bit more thought* "I suppose it depends, how much do you have to spend?"

Jamie: (awww, poor thing *pets*))
Neither jamie nor his gaurdian note the woman... then again she's on the floor below now so it's not all that suprising.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She giggles at being asked that, shaking her head with an almost dismissive look. "More than most, love. I.. think he has weights already.. And he gets anything he wants to drink at my club."

Stanley P Kolpeck: *Does note the hiding girl with interest, before looking back.*

Stanley P Kolpeck: *Stan chimes in with...* What about a webble-wabble?

Tiernan Forbes: Maybe it is going up the escalator, or maybe it is the bag clutched to her chest, whatever, she is not all that sneaky in the slightest, but she makes her way up the escalator, keeping her eyes peeled.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "A weeble-wabble? Is that put out by nintendo?"

Stanley P Kolpeck: Nope, it's an old toy that is about 3 feet tall. You punch it over and it rights its self.

Aimie "Tempest" Smith {PT}: She snickers a little hearing that about a weeble wabble shaking her head glacing about making sure she wasn't missing anything more interesing.

Stanley P Kolpeck: ((Duh...itself))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Ohhhh.. he'd break it." She says with a confident nod. "When he hits things.. they very rarely bounce back up."

Tiernan Forbes: d10: Per+Alert: 9,8,6,8,3,4,

Tiernan Forbes: d10: Wits Stealth: 2,10,7,3,3,

Stanley P Kolpeck: *He shakes his head.* No, it would just fly across the room and right itself... *He pauses.* Unless he has claws or something.

Patrick Forbes [Midnight Madness Mall Sale]: *Patrick looks back to Stanley, not really impressed before looking back to Brigitte* "If you have as much as you say you do...why not help him learn new ways to do what he does best? Perhaps lessons for some nasty form of martial art?"

Tiernan Forbes: Once she on the top floor she quickly looks around, knowing what she is looking for, as she slips into another mass of people, to attempt to keep out of sight.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She chuckles. "Claws.. right. You're silly." She smiles over to Stanley, giving him a closer look.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: per+emp diff four st: 9,9,5,4,5,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She considers pat's words with a subtle squint. "Hmm.. You don't think he'd be insulted by something like that? He's.. pretty sensitive.." She gives a faint sigh. "I just want to do something special for him. He's been all mopey lately. It's partially my fault.. I haven't been myself lately."

Tiernan Forbes: She looks off back towards the main floor area a second, letting the bag drop back down to her side. She looks back to where she was looking before. Hesitating for only a moment or two before continuing to walk in the direction of the people she was looking for.

Stanley P Kolpeck: ((CLONES))

Patrick Forbes [Midnight Madness Mall Sale]: "If its what he enjoys why would he be insulted?" *He states plainly.* "But if you want to do something special for him...take him someplace hes never been, perhaps a brewery? Or something a bit more personal."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She considers this, tapping her chin with a dainty finger. "Hmm.. I wonder if he's ever been to Europe.."

Aimie "Tempest" Smith {PT}: she rolls her eyes as she listens glance to the upper levels consider mummering soft to herself. "was godiva up there to down the hall.."

Kelton Michaels: ((Open?))

Patrick Forbes [Midnight Madness Mall Sale]: *He raises an eyebrow at that.* "If you have the money for that, then you should have no problem choosing something. Id suggest a muscle car, a big strong car for someone equally so."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She looks between the pair. "So.. what about the two of you? Special someones you're shopping for? Or are you.. together?" She asks shamelessly with a coy smile.

Stanley P Kolpeck: ((Yeah))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "I don't know if he drives or not.. If I was going to get him a car.. it'd have to be a big one. I guess I could always give him my escalade.. and look into something sportier for myself."

Stanley P Kolpeck: *Stan looks at Patrick then back to the girl.* Not together, and my shopping is done.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (yesh! open!)

Stanley P Kolpeck: d10: man+sub: 8,1,8,5,7,3,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She giggles, nodding to stanley. "Every year I do this to myself.. It's tough, really. Every time I go shopping with the intention of buying christmas presents.. I find the ~cutest~ shoes and then it's poof to being productive."

Tiernan Forbes: ((Come on in *S*))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: per+sub: 3,5,4,9,10,

Aimie "Tempest" Smith {PT}: She glances back to see their responce to the question.

Stanley P Kolpeck: ((Grabs the "1" and leaves momentarily, Sounds of a beating can be heard before I return winded))

Kelton Michaels: He makes his way through the mall, leaning heavily on his cane as he does so. Well, the man's been wanting to get more social and experience other people, and no time like the insanity of rush hour shopping on the verge of Christmas. He limps along, eyes scanning around with a faint curiosity.

Kelton Michaels is an approaching his middle age in years, and he certainly looks it. A touch frail at 5'9" and barely 135 pounds, the look of weakness is amplified by the cane that he has to rely on to walk. His hair is a touch ragged, falling to his shoulders and having a steel tint to it, which goes well with his pale blue eyes, which look out under wire- rimmed glasses. He has a tendency to dress in a business casual style...dress shirts and slacks, with loafers to complete the ensemble, and he prefers blacks, subtle greens, and grays in his coloring. All in all, he looks very much the eccentric academic that he is.

Stanley P Kolpeck: ((Shoot...missed my +2 die on lying...*Slaps self...*))

Stanley P Kolpeck: d10: extra: 9,1,

Patrick Forbes [Midnight Madness Mall Sale]: *He looks over at Stanley like the idea is particularly repulsive, because of the man himself more then the other part.* "No...we are not together, i am married." *He says looking back to Brigitte*

Stanley P Kolpeck: ((Pulls out a nuke and kills the friggin' 1's!!!!))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (*giggles* figures) Brigitte casts a knowing grin in stanley's direction before looking over her shoulder. "Hey.. is the food court still open? Where can a girl get a latte around here?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She pouts over to patrick. "Married? Oh, poo. Such a pretty face, too.."

Kelton Michaels: d10: Per+Alert: 1,5,6,5,9,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: p/a: 4,7,5,10,

Aimie "Tempest" Smith {PT}: "not at the starburks..." she mutters pretty sure no one could hear her.

Stanley P Kolpeck: d10: p+a: 7,4,9,6,5,

Kelton Michaels: "Quite interesting," he murmurs to himself as he walks along, observing the crowd. His attention drawn to Brigitte, Stanley, and Patrick for the moment, and he ventures a polite smile to them.

Tiernan Forbes: She looks at the store next door and looks in the window as if what is inside is so fascinating. And she waits, chewing on her bottom lip as she does so. Occasionally glancing to the Computer store next door.

Stanley P Kolpeck: *Catches it with a chuckle and a grin cast in Tempest's direction.*

Stanley P Kolpeck: *Nods to Kelton returning the smile.*

Aimie "Tempest" Smith {PT}: she blinks and shrug with a slight curl.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She offers an elaborate wave to Kelton when he smiles their way. "Oo! Over here, love!"

Patrick Forbes [Midnight Madness Mall Sale]: *He shrugs with a bit of a grin* "Sorry, taken and quite happy." *He nods* "I'm afraid however i must be going, wrapping to do and all that." *He says only to Brigitte*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She giggles at Patrick, nodding. "Have fun with that. I was married once.. and it damn near killed me."

Aimie "Tempest" Smith {PT} -> Kelton Michaels: ((btw... DD:Long straight dyed black hair that falls somewhere in the middle of her back. Color that seems so distant from her pale fair skin and Hazel eyes. they seem so distant when hiddle behind her thin black framed glasses she'll wear when not in contacts. She prefers an assortment of gothic styles, most of which are long and flowing. Designed to accent her slim figure delecate figure. Clutched close to her is usually a black book with a gothic metal cross on the front. a black raven's feather quill can sometimes be seen peeking from its pages. shes wearing pinstripe pants with lace triming for deocation and a corset with a fishnet shirts. shes wearing contacts))

Patrick Forbes [Midnight Madness Mall Sale]: "My wife tries, but i keep coming back." *He says with a slight grin before hoisting the bag over his shoulders and begins slowly walking away*

Kelton Michaels: He pauses, tilting his head curiously at Brigitte's call, and makes a slow, labored approach. He looks over to Aimie for a moment and offers the same courteous smile as he approaches the trio.

Stanley P Kolpeck: *Stan waves to Pat as he leaves.* Nice to meet you. *He says as the man leaves.* ((Take her easy.))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She smiles sweetly to Kelton. "Poor thing.. what are you doing out in all this?"

Jamie: d10: Jamie: 5,3,4,3,3,

Aimie "Tempest" Smith {PT}: she shakes her head looking about glancing back to Stanley curiously before landing on Brridgette giving an eye roll.

Jamie: ((*shuffles the roll away* and whistles innocently... as close to innocent as he can pull off... damn it))

Aimie "Tempest" Smith {PT}: she nods her head To Kelton politely offering a polite smile.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: p/a: 7,5,3,3,

Patrick Forbes [Midnight Madness Mall Sale]: *With no further interference he walks out of the mall* ((Thanks guys, wish i could have stayed longer but i gotta be up in 4 hours..night))

Aimie "Tempest" Smith {PT}: ((nighty Dag)

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She looks over to Aimie, cracking a coy girlish smile. "Help you with something, bleaker-than-thou? Rolling your eyes is rue. Even to strangers."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (ruDe)

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (seeya, dagon)

Kelton Michaels: He smiles a bit and shrugs to Brigitte. "Experiencing humanity. Have we met?"

Jamie: ((night dagon))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods with another pretty smile fixed on Kelton. "We have. I've seen you around my club every now and again. But I don't think we've actually gotten around to introductions."

Aimie "Tempest" Smith {PT}: she returns a sweet smile "oh sorry forgot that thinking and trying to remember someing is a crime in this country." she shrugs

Aimie "Tempest" Smith {PT}: d10: man+sub : 10,6,5,8,7,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: per+sub: 9,9,9,2,4,

Kelton Michaels: That draws some interest from him, and he looks her over again with a slightly raised brow. "I don't visit many clubs...in fact, there is only one that I currently frequent from time to time. Perhaps I was misinformed as to the owner?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She looks back toward Aimie, bright eyes sparkling on the woman. "I highly suggest you roll your overly made up eyes at someone else while you're thinking."

Stanley P Kolpeck: d10: per+sub: 7,5,4,9,7,5,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She looks back to Kelton. "Could be. Who did you think owned Sanctuary?"

Kelton Michaels: d10: Per+Sub - Why Not?: 5,6,10,6,9,

Stanley P Kolpeck: *Sits back, crossing his legs watching the conversation unfold.*

Kelton Michaels: "I was under the impression that an Elijah Phillips was the owner."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She giggles, looking over Kelton. "Well.. yes and no. It's tricky.. but.. we're ~very~ close."

Aimie "Tempest" Smith {PT}: "my apologies for my eye rolling offending you" she shrugs.

Kelton Michaels: He nods a little bit. "I see...fair enough. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, then." He extends a hand. "Kelton Michaels."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Amber. Great to finally meet you." She takes his hand, giving it a weak shake. "Shopping for anyone in particular?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: liar! diff : 1,6,9,6,3,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: wrong pool, my bad: 4,

Aimie "Tempest" Smith {PT}: d10: per+sub: 7,10,3,5,8,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (diff four, that is. 3 sux)

Kelton Michaels: d10: Per+Sub: 6,3,1,5,8,

Kelton Michaels: "No, no..." He smiles a little bit and shakes his head. "I'm actually not buying for anyone at all. Merely out observing."

Stanley P Kolpeck: d10: Per+Sub-Just Cause: 9,5,6,5,5,5,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She giggles, looking from stanley to kelton. "You boys are ~no~ fun."

Stanley P Kolpeck: ((Swears!!!!!))

Aimie "Tempest" Smith {PT}: she lifts a brow shaking her head.

Stanley P Kolpeck: *Stan pusts a hand to his chest.* Who me? If you only knew. *He says with a nod.*

Kelton Michaels: He chuckles faintly and shrugs, readjusting the grip on his cane. "I'm afraid I'm not. I've been a bit of a shut-in as long as I can recall."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She smiles sweetly to stanley. "Give me a chance to find out at the very least. You should come by the club sometime. I'll buy you a drink."

Stanley P Kolpeck: *Stanley ponders for a moment.* I think that could be arranged. Sanctuary is it?

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods. "Uh-huh. It's out in staten island.. if you venture that far."

Aimie "Tempest" Smith {PT}: she snickers muttering softly in french. glancing in the direction of the food court.

Stanley P Kolpeck: *He ponders for a moment.* Not normally, but maybe sometime.

Kelton Michaels: "It is quite the establishment, I will admit."

Stanley P Kolpeck: ((Clone))

Stanley P Kolpeck: *His gaze turns to the other man.* I see. Well, I will try.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She smiles sweetly to kelton. "Thank you. We all worked our asses off to get it to the point it's at now."

Kelton Michaels: He returns the smile. "Well, it certainly shows."

Aimie "Tempest" Smith {PT}: she pushes off towards the food court. "mmm maybe mocha latte " she pulls out her cell checking the time.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Well boys.. it's been a blast.. but ~I~ have to get some serious shopping started before I miss the sales. Come see me, though. I'm almost always at the club. Tootles!" She blows stanley and kelton each a kiss before meandering off.

Stanley P Kolpeck: *Stan watches her go.* Hummm.

Kelton Michaels: "Good evening, Amber. I will will do."

Stanley P Kolpeck: *Turning he smiles slightly,* It was nice to meet you. Hope you find that perfect present.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (and.. i have to get to bed, less I fall into the deli slicer tomorrow morning. thanks, guys.)

Tiernan Forbes: ((Nini Scarlet *Hugs*))

Aimie "Tempest" Smith {PT}: ((night Scar :) ))

Stanley P Kolpeck: ((Thanks for the RP, and stay safe.))

Kelton Michaels: ((NIght! Thanks for the scene!))

Jamie: ((night scar))

Aimie "Tempest" Smith {PT}: she pauses glancing at a hot topic store "hmm stop by crap gothic?" she glances at the direction of the food court then back to the store.

Kelton Michaels: He looks away from Brigitte, back to Stanley. "I'm sorry, I didn't manage to catch your name. How rude of me."

Stanley P Kolpeck: *Stan extends his hand, though he doesn't stand from the bench.* Not a problem, names Stan. And you are?

Tiernan Forbes: She keeps her gaze down walking along the upper floor of the Mall, looking as if she lost her one and only friend in the world, as she heads for the escalators.

Kelton Michaels: "Kelton Michaels. A pleasure to meet you, Stan." He looks over at Aimie a moment when she talks.

Stanley P Kolpeck: d10: p+a: 8,7,4,6,6,

Stanley P Kolpeck: *Stan glances at the girl coming toward the escalators, but looks back to the man whom hand he is holding.* Like wise.

Aimie "Tempest" Smith {PT}: she sighs standing there still trying to decide.

Tiernan Forbes: She sifts the bag from the electronics store in her hands, as she reaches the escalator and heads down to the first level once more. Anyone who might have seen her 'hiding' before she is not doing so now.

Kelton Michaels: He nods a bit to that. "So what brings you to this madness tonight?"

Stanley P Kolpeck: *He watches the odd girl coming back down before turning back to the man with a smile.* The madness.

Kelton Michaels: "Ahh, a thoroughly oblique answer. You must be a mathematics or science teacher, too." He chuckles.

Stanley P Kolpeck: Yourself? *He asks.*

Stanley P Kolpeck: (Scratch last) No, I just find it interesting to observe. *He says with a shrug.*

Tiernan Forbes: She absent brushes back fake stra wisps of hair behind her ear, as she decends the escalator. Closing her eyes a moment and then once to the ground floor stepping carefully off the escalator and continuing on.

Aimie "Tempest" Smith {PT}: she takes a step back before continueing she pretty find herself stoping again almost walking to to Tier "gah!"

Kelton Michaels: "Chaos Theory. I taught it at Harvard, until abo0ut six years ago."

Stanley P Kolpeck: ((^

Kelton Michaels: He frowns as he phone rings, and he checks it. He looks up regretfully. "I apologize...I must be going. Have to take this...a pleasure meeting up." ((Holy Leaping Jesus Jerry Jehosaphat, BluntMan! Just noticed the time. Kelton makes his way out while on his phone. Night, guys!))

Tiernan Forbes: A half surprised. "Oh." as she glances up to Aimie. "I am sorry." she says as she rights her stance so as not to fall to the ground.

Stanley P Kolpeck: *Looks at the man with renewed interest.* Really, so this, * He says with a wave of his hand.* must interest you as well then.

Stanley P Kolpeck: ((^

Aimie "Tempest" Smith {PT}: "oh don't be...i didn't see you there is all" she shrugs.