Brigitte Clara Deleon: She tilts her head with an innocent smile to Aaron. "What's the matter? You look worried.. I have pills for that you know.. good ones."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She takes his hand with a dainty one, giving it a weak shake. "Emma." She says with a playful giggle. "Pleasure's all mine, aaron."

Tiernan Forbes: She directs her gaze back to Paul, his chest this time. "I am not moppy, I happen to be quite happy thank you very much." her voice never getting loud, there isn't even a hard edge to her voice either, which many people might if they were saying those same words. "A slitter?"

Aaron Chatham: "Pills? No thank you. And who are your friends, Emma?"

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: "What's to be confused about, it's a fair ground, you spin round, get pumped full of adrenalin and if you're unlucky you hurl." he directs the comment to Tiernan, who seems to be a source of some kind of amusement to him.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Which ones?" she asks with another innocent wide eyed look to Aaron.

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: "Slitter, down the road, across the road, never mind if you're ignorance take it as bliss, like the saying says."

Aaron Chatham: Aaron gestures to Paul and Tiernan, with a quizzical look, "The punker and that girl? Standing right here?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: The flake gives an elaborate stretch. Poking her nose into the other pair's conversation "Jesus.. cutters annoy the shit out of me. Waaaaahh.. if you're THAT fucking angsty.. just shoot yourself. For the love of lucifer.."

Tiernan Forbes: "No you are confusing.....sorry." she says again bowing her head some and edging away from Paul by taking a step back. A glance to Aaron and Brigitte. "I do not know any of you." She continues to speak in that soft voice.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She blinks to Aaron, then shrugs looking to paul and tiernan. "Hey.. who are you? I'm Emma.. and this is my Aaron."

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: He throws a look at aaron "I'm sorry, do I have rainbow hair and look like I'm drugged up, do I really hu?" tilting his head to the side slightly and flexing his hands inside the studded leather gloves. a some what worrying grin on his face.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives Paul a once over before nodding to Aaron. "He makes a good point. I'm not sure if I'd call him a punk.. more like.. a metal goth. I don't know his name.. we could call him jingo."

Tiernan Forbes: "Oh." she says looking up to Brigitte her chin to be precise. "Why woudl I wish to kill myself, such an indignaty. I would never do such a thing." a slight shake of her head red curls bouncing as they are piled atop her head, she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear though.

Aaron Chatham: Giving Paul a dismissive look, he turns back to Emma, "I'm sorry...what did you just say?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She blinks, a confused look to Aaron. As though she couldn't remember "Jingo?"

Aaron Chatham: "No...before, after that shooting yourself bit"

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: "Indignity, yeah, sure." he laughs and starts walking over, heavy footsteps "What's the matter, too much of a fossil, or let me guess, you were a punker and the drugs rotted your brain out bam." he pulls a false punch falling well short of Aaron and laughs. before looking to Brig, "Pulse not jingo, but a B+ for effort. and you stop running away, running means you'll always miss the fun." he says peering round to Tier

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "What? That cutters should shoot themselves.. and put us out of THEIR misery?" she tilts her head to Aaron, innocently. "Not an original thought I'm sure.. but one I hold dear to my heart. Can't have the drama queens hogging the limelight, now can I?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She grins to pulse with a happy hopskip "B+! Yay! And I didn't even have to bend over a desk to get it!"

Tiernan Forbes: The slightest of smile as her head bows some. She tugs on her sleeve once more. "I am tiernan(although as she pronounces it it comes out as Tear nan)."

Aaron Chatham: Shakes his head at Pulse with apparent amusement and again turns to Emma, "No...something about Lucifer, it sounded like? Are you one of those devil worshipers?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She bursts out laughing, bending down to support her tiny frame with her hands on her knees. In a fit of girlish giggles.

Tiernan Forbes: "I am not running. I was walking." she says with another of those glances to Paul. "And if you are not intending to hit someone then it isn't good to fool people into thinking you are."

Laurel Hensley: ((Anyone mind another?))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (I don't!)

Tiernan Forbes: ((I don't *S*))

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: "No, but we'll see about getting that down on the next assignment." he says with a wink to her, looking to Tiernan as she introduces herself and doing a metal sign "Rock on tears, seriously we'll crack your shell, have you blaring out in no time flat." turning back to Aaron, "And as for you." flicking a drumstick into hand.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She stands back up, running a dainty hand under her eyes. Catching her breath. "Love.. No. I don't worship devils. Too uppidy.. for the most part. That's cute though.. I needed that."

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: "Sorry, next time I'll hit him for real shall I? that be a better deal?" he snaps his fingers around the drumstick "Whatever the lady wants she got."

Tiernan Forbes: She blinks at them all, and there is another step backwards, as if they all have lost their minds, but she hasn't walked off yet.

Tiernan Forbes: She frowns at Paul. "Why woudl you want to do something I wanted?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives another stretch, a look of longing cast back to the ferris wheel. "I wanna riiiiiiiiiiiiide.."

Aaron Chatham: At that Aaron turns to Pulse, "Son, that wouldn't be a very good idea"

Tiernan Forbes: ((*pokes to see if the other two players are okay with another addition to the scene*))

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: "It's cute that you even ask that question." he says grining twisting the drumstick round in his hadn returning it to the belt.
a look back to Aaron, "Sorry, I hate to break it to you old man, but you ain't my dad and I certainly wouldn't want to be related to you in ANYway." he waves him away walking off to follow tears.

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: ((yeah all good with me))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She frowns to the bickering males. "Oh, poo. Don't make me call for a group hug. I'll do it.."

Aaron Chatham: (Surely)

Tiernan Forbes: Back to fidgeting and frowing slightly. "Why is it cute?" softly spoken to Paul. "It was a honest question."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She looks tiernan over with a wide grin. "You know you're adorable. Stop being coy."

Tiernan Forbes: "Sorry I wasn't meaning to be." said to Brigitte.

Aaron Chatham: Aaron mutters something about kids these days, then looks back at Emma frowning slightly, "so...if devils are too uppity, as you say, who isn't?"

Laurel Hensley: She's walking along the park on her own...just needed somewhere to think. A lot weighing on the girl's mind, as of late. She's dressed in a simple wrap shirt, long-sleeved and a soft blue color with matching jeans and sneakers. Auburn hair pulled back into a ponytail. She's got her glasses on...the contacts irritated her eyes tonight, so it's back to the visible sight aids. She takes a drag off her cigarette and looks down to the ground as she walks along.

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: "You'll be dissapointed." he says over his shoulder to 'emma' before looking back to tears "It's cute coz you're either playing hard to get or you're acctually that nieve, I like it either way so no need to let up. But I'm all for doing ALL the things you want me to do." he grins and winks

Laurel Hensley: ((Poke if you need a full DD))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She grins to Aaron and abruptly holds a hand close to his face. A 'stop' motion.. somewhat. Albeit a goofy one. She wiggles all five fingers and giggles.

Tiernan Forbes: "I'm Married." she says to Paul, seeming disgruntled over something, and damn if she didn't look like she was too young to be married.

Aaron Chatham: He looks over at Pulse and Tiernan, then back at Emma, and shakes his head confused, wondering what exactly these kids must be on

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: He looks a bit shocked and taken aback tilting his head he shrugs slightly "Oh well, we'll just have to keep it descreat then I can live with that tears." the grin returning... and yes he did just say that

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte lets a girlish giggle escape her pretty lips, leaning in close to Aaron. Obviously not one to respect personal space. She lays a soft hand on his chest and murmers sweetly in his ear.

Tiernan Forbes: She glances to Aaron. "Were you including me in your comment about kids? Because if you were I hate to disillusion you but I am not that young anymore."

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: ((thinks the kids was thought, bad OL with the thought posting))

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: ((and that 'then' is a 'that'))

Aaron Chatham: He glances at Tiernan with a chuckle, "If you're old enough to buy a drink, I'd be shocked"

Laurel Hensley: d10: Per+Alert: 6,4,8,2,5,

Aaron Chatham: (Sorry, though he muttered something about kids earlier, so I'll just pretend she overheard it )

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: ((corrects correection, then is still then just with a comma after, peh))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She giggles to Aaron, still holding a tiny hand to the man's chest. "If it's a drink you're after.. I shake one hell of a martini. You should come by my club sometime."

Tiernan Forbes: She frowns and tilts her head all the way back, the yeay almost foot and a half difference in height between Paul and Tiernan maker her have to do that. "I would never do such a thing to my husband, and how dare you for even suggesting such a thing." she crosses her arms. Her voice although soft hold that edge to it that she is angry with Paul.

Laurel Hensley: She looks up, pausing as she notes the group. Her brow furrows, and she stops, head ducking as color comes to her cheeks.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: p/a: 7,7,10,9,

Tiernan Forbes: She doesn't even glance at Aaron as she answers him. "I have been able to buy alcohol for quite some times sir."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She catches Laurel out of the corner of her eye, an excited grin forming. Ignoring everyone else, she bounds in thar direction. Like she might pounce the woman.

Aaron Chatham: He frowns slightly as Emma touches him while leaning in straining a bit to hear her murmerings

Brigitte Clara Deleon -> Laurel Hensley: From the look of it, laurel would probably notice that she's been eating xanax in copious amounts.

Aaron Chatham: He blinks in a bit of surprise at Emma as she bounces off, "what the hell?"

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: "Yeash, you wanna live inside your little bubble of innoncence forever don't ya, I just can't wait till that bursts around you, I really hope I get to be in the vercintiy, all the finge benifits there in." he grins and clicks his tongue shifting to lean against one of the rides.

Laurel Hensley: She looks up as Brigette runs over and smiles a little, though her eyes look pained. "Hey, love." She holds a hand out to the woman, hoping maybe she'll take it as a hint to just take her hand and not tackle them to the ground.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She stops short, with the same giddy grin. Wrapping both delicate arms around the woman in a tight hug. "Missed you." She kisses the woman's cheek, excitedly. Rapid fire.

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: d10: : 5,3,4,6,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: per+emp diff four: 5,2,10,6,8,

Aaron Chatham: Shaking his head, he pulls a pack of camel lights from his slacks along with a battered Zippo with a faded engraving of an Eagle Globe and Anchor on one side, and what would appear to be a unit designation on the other side.

Tiernan Forbes: She is still forwning but she lowers her head some when she replies to Paul. "I believe you are living in a world of facniful notions." She uncrosses her arms and is back to tugging at one sleeve of her shirt again.

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: Bounding, ok he looks at pounding, when the rapid fire kissing starts he puts two fingers in his mouth and whistles loudly.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (empathy roll was for laurel, btw)

Aaron Chatham: (brb)

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She blinks, looking back at the whistling.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (is that an 'i'm trying to get your attention' whistle or a 'damn, two hotties are kissing' whistle?)

Tiernan Forbes: d10: Per+Alert: 2,9,4,1,2,9,

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: He looks back to Tier as she speaks and half shrugs, "Fanciful notions have been a blast, I'll take um over 'normality' and that stuff, I mean hounestly, where's the fun there?"

Laurel Hensley -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: She's a bit self-conscious...concerned about Brigette. She feels guilty, because she thinks she's fucked up pretty badly with the woman, and maybe irreperably. And she's worried about her current state...and a little wary of Aaron.

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: ((second, two hotties bit))

Laurel Hensley: She smiles faintly and wraps her arms around Brigette, sighing. "Missed you too. Very much." The whistle, while it makes her blush a little more, is otherwise ignored.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte looks back to Laurel with an over elaborate pout. Exaggerated, perhaps. She runs a hand over the back of the girl's head. Pulling in close. "Love.. You're upset.." She mumbles. Kissing the woman's lips. "Wanna take a ride on the ferris wheel? Maybe it'll cheer you up.."

Aaron Chatham: (bak)

Tiernan Forbes: She turns when Paul whistles, lowering her gaze after spotting 'Emma'. Softly speaking once more. "male chauvinistic pig." her head comes up some. "Haveing something normal, means stability and reliability."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (wb)

Laurel Hensley: She kisses Brigette back without hesitation, and nods a little, speaking quietly. "Yeah, sure. That'll be fun."

Tiernan Forbes: She has been left alone with two strange men, she shifts on her feet and continues to absently tug at her shirt sleeve.

Aaron Chatham: Smoking the camel, he watches the goings on of the two little groups

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: "Stability and reliability is boring, and male and a bit chauvanistic I'll admit to, but I'm not a pig, please, lets keep the insults flinging to a minimum." he smirks, it's all just one big joke to him

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She leans her forehead against Laurel's for a brief moment. A playful, drug induced grin about her. Pulling away gently, she drapes an arm around her waist and leads her to the line for the ferris wheel. Everyone else forgotte, to no surprise.

Tiernan Forbes: "You are just a typical male, if you were insulted then that is your own problem. And Stability and reliability is comforting not boring." she nods slightly then reaches up to tuck a curl behind her ear again. Then becomes contrite slightly. "Sorry."

Laurel Hensley: She looks up, into Brigette's eyes...and despite the tempering the obvious drug effects gives it, she can't help but smile. She slips an arm around Brigette's shoulders and starts walking, looking over her shoulder at the other three as they go.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: In passing the trio, she winks at the group. Clinging weakly and affectionately to Laurel. "Last call for the ferris wheel.. you guys game?"

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: "Again with the sorry, either stick to your guns or don't fire umm, come on give me your best shot." he says grinning and leaning down a little "Yeah I may be typical in some respects, I've got a libido big whoop, everyone has, men're just more open, women hide it and looks down on us for being what we are, animals, animals that want to be gods, could be gods, but can't stop killing each other long enough to get round to it. And what do we kill for? that precious stability of yours, in the names of gods and best of all, in the name of things we 'love'. So come on, best shot, any kind you like."

JanoLurk: ((Open? And if so, type-specific?))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (open, pref demon)

Tiernan Forbes: She glances over to Brigitte and then her gaze is drawn back to Paul, but she concentrates her gaze at his chin/chest, not even looking him in the eye. She sort of seems to shrink some as he get's close to her. "Why would I want to hit you or insutl you? That is not my place."

Aaron Chatham: Aaron drops his butt and grinds it out with the toe of his shoe, shaking his head at Pulse's commentary and nodding to Emma, "Sure, kid, why not?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte pouts, looking over to the long line at the ferris wheel. Musing idly to herself. "I wonder if the line would be so long.. if it were raining.." A tiny grin creeps across her face at the thought of it.

Tiernan Forbes: ((Come on in Jano, water is fine *S*))

Laurel Hensley: ((Sure, Jano!)) She smiles a little bit to the three as they walk by, her eyes passing over Aaron a moment...appraising. "Hello."

Aaron Chatham: He looks over at Tiernan and Pulse, then focuses his gaze on Tiernan, "Join us?"

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: "You already insulted me once, why not again, what you think words from a half pint who can barely stand up for herself are gonna scratch me? or you afraid you'll look bad cuz've it?" he snorts and stands back up straight.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She giggles, poking Aaron in passing. "There's my avid go getter. Talking to strangers.. I'm so proud." She wipes a fake tear from her eye, looking to Laurel. "This is aaron. And tiernan.. and pulse." she says with a motion to each in turn.

Aaron Chatham: Hearing Laurel's greeting he turns towards her, smirking slightly as she looks him over, his hand unconciously moving to scratch at the burn scarring that covers the left half of his face, "Hello"

Laurel Hensley: "If it were raining, they may shut the park down," she murmurs to Brigette, though her smile is still there. She looks to the three and nods, reaching up to curl a stray hair behind her ear. "Hi. I'm Laurel. A pleasure."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Her eyes widen at Laurel's words, a wide grin forming. "So we'd have it all to ourselves?"

Tiernan Forbes: "No." she says to Paul a glance to Aaron, she nibbles on her lip. "I guess I can." she says and slowely moves to follow the group to the ride.

Laurel Hensley: "And shut down the rides," she adds.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Then we could go skinny dipping." she retorts to laurel.

Aaron Chatham: Pleasure to meet you Laurel.

Tiernan Forbes: "Hello." she says to Laurel, although keeps her head slightly bowed, not looking at Laurel directly.

Keiko Moroboshi: *That's...odd. You'd never expect Keiko to be here of all places...but there she is, wandering around...* ((PM me for a description))

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: He smirks as they start boarding, a kiss placed on two fingers and offered over towards each of the women, Tears included and he starts weaving off wandering the park, apparently not going on the feris wheel.

Laurel Hensley: "We could at that," she says with a soft smile. "But we'd miss out on the ferris wheel."

Tiernan Forbes: She frows some when Paul offers the kiss towards even her.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Touche.." She says, grinning and stepping up to join Laurel in the ferris buggie.

Aaron Chatham: He falls into step with the women, nodding to himself as Pulse wanders off, then turning to Tiernan "I didn't think it would necessarily be a good idea to leave you alone with that fella"

Tiernan Forbes: She glances up and then back away. "you didn't?"

Laurel Hensley: She smiles and slips past the attendant, looking back to Pulse with a slight roll of her eyes and a smile before she sits down, leaning into Brigette.

Keiko Moroboshi: *The lone woman walks around, looking at things with a somewhat detached curiosity*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She leans comfortably into Laurel. Cuddling up and waiting for everyone to board. Slowly being rotated to the top, to let other people on at the ramp.

Blind: ((switching to this tag, doesn't mean pulse isn't still around mind))

Laurel Hensley: She smiles a little bit, content to be here with Brigette, and slips an arm around her waist. "Missed you." Yeah, she said it before. But she's REALLY missed her.

Tiernan Forbes: She get's or seems to get nervous when next to board is her and Aaron. She scotts to the very corner of the seat tucking her skirt around her legs and then tugging at her sleeve again.

Aaron Chatham: Aaron steps into the car behind Emma and Laurel as it comes to a stop, "No..he didn't seem like the type of boy to leave a young lady as yourself with, alone".

Tiernan Forbes: She shrugs slightly. "He couldn't have hurt me. I would be more worried what my husband would do to him, should be try."

Tiernan Forbes: (be=he)

Keiko Moroboshi: d10: Per+Alert: 2,3,9,6,8,10,

Aaron Chatham: Aaron looks at her, a bit confused, "Your husband is around somewhere then?"

Keiko Moroboshi: d10: Int: 5,5,6,

Blind: The spiked goth grabs himself a hotdog and sits down on the dround, trench folded under him watching one of the more brightly lit rides.

Tiernan Forbes: "I.." she stops and frowns slightly. "I do not believe he is here...he might be, though." she actually peers down from the ferris wheel.

Aaron Chatham: Aaron frowns and pinches the bridge of his nose, "Ok then..."

Keiko Moroboshi: *She starts wandering in the direction of the crabshack*

Tiernan Forbes: She stops and glances to Aaron sitting back in the seat properly once more, and back to the tugging at her sleeve. "Then what?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte lays her head on Laurel's shoulder. Nuzzling against the woman. "You're.. not upset with me.. are you?"

Keiko Moroboshi: *Or....perhaps she doesn't head directly to the crabshack. She'll be watching the behavior of the people she recognized from a bit of a distance, hopefully not being scene...just great, she sucks at covert...but she's always stuck in places where it's the proper course of action...*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: The women are talking amongst each other. Nothing out of the ordinary it seems, from that distance anyway. They place their order and wait for their food.

Laurel Hensley: "No," she says with a little shake of her head. She kisses Brigette's forehead and rests her head lightly on the other's, swallowing hard. "I...thought you were with me."

Blind: He wolf whistles someone as keiko passes reasonably close, whoever he whislted though seems to pay no attention, something that amuses him no end as he finishes his hot dog and gets to his feet. streatching, people moving to avoid his streatch.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny shrug. Too loopy to be mad at.. anything really. "You hurt me." She says casually.

Aaron Chatham: Nothing...just, well, how could your husband do anything to that guy, if he's not here?

Keiko Moroboshi: *Keiko moves in a bit closer...looking perhaps for a good place to listen in on their conversation without being seen. She also ignores the wolf-whistling, confident that it wasn't meant for her...never is.*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: : 2,5,7,3,9,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: : 4,6,9,3,

Tiernan Forbes: "Because I would tell him. He doesn'ty like other people doing anything to what is his." There is the faintest of blushes as she smiles, her voice holds that note of loving emotion in it.

Laurel Hensley: Her eyes shut, and she nods a little, chewing on her lips. A guilty look about her. "I know. I'm sorry."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte stretches idly, a blank wide eyed look about her. Childlike. "It's alright. I'm not hurting now.."

Aaron Chatham: He just nods at Tiernan

Keiko Moroboshi: d10: Dex-: 1,4,

Tiernan Forbes: She is silent for the rest of the ride, anxiously awaiting the end of the ride.

Blind: Pulse starts headed over past keiko over to the people she's watching, paying her no attention in his doing so. Pulse leans against next to the two and starts talking to them too quiet to be heard from where keiko is.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Though she tries, Keiko manages to draw attention to herself. The two women, after grabbing their food, turn to see what the ruckus is. Spotting her easily with hardened glares.

Laurel Hensley: "No...no, I guess not." She smiles weakly and lifts her head to press another kiss to the woman's scalp. "I talked to Urian," she says softly. "Worked some things out."

Blind: Pulse looks to follow the glares, looking annoyed.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: One of the women look to Pulse, listening to his words. The other maintains a hard stare on Keiko. Wary. Like she could bolt at any second.

Keiko Moroboshi: *Aaaaand embarassment. Damn does she suck at this...this is when she firmly resolves to never, ever try to be subtle or stealthy again. She gives a little wave with a blatantly forced smile, as though trying to convince them that she's not up to anything*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She looks over with a tiny smile. "Really? That's great.. he's FABulous, laurel.. so good to me. And to his circle.."

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: And after the glance of annoyance he does continue talking with the one listening.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: The one staring at Keiko flips her off.

Keiko Moroboshi: *she frowns, and clenches a fist...almost certainly where the woman can see it...not exactly subtle*

Laurel Hensley: She nods a little. "He is. I was...very wrong about him." She reaches up to scratch at the back of her neck, looking at the floor of the buggie. She seems rather subdued about it.

Tiernan Forbes: Her fidgeting continues as the ride continues on. She isn't looking out, but stares at the floor. She moothes out her skirt a few times and also tuggs at her shirt sleeve.

Aaron Chatham: Aaron pulls his cigarettes and lighter out of his pocket again, shift about in seat in order to extract them before lighting up as he stares out over the water, waiting for the ride to end

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte leans weakly against the woman. "We're all wrong.. every now and then, love. Don't worry. Never worry."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: The woman goes wide eyed, seeing Keiko's fist ball. She steps in closer to Paul.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: The bottom half of the wheel starts to dismount, but it's a long process.

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: Pulse glances back over to Keiko as the other girl steps nearer and gives that look of, 'oh just go away' even does the waving hand movement to boot. from the tall spikey goth, looking back to the girl he's talking to, carrying on with whatever they're talking about.

Keiko Moroboshi: *Keiko takes a few steps forwards then stops, watching for a reaction from the women*

Aaron Chatham: "I'm not going to hurt you", said without looking at her as he continues to look out over the water, "And don't worry, I've long since gotten over people staring at the scar", with a wry chuckle

Brigitte Clara Deleon: The one who isn't taken over by Paul's charm reaches into her purse.

Laurel Hensley: "I worry a lot, love." She smiles a bit, ruefully. "But I can try not to." A beat passes and she pushes her glasses up on her nose. "I offered Urian my old Ministry. He accepted."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Oh?" She asks casually, not seeming to be paying much attention. Court matters bore her, afterall. "Which one was that, again?"

Keiko Moroboshi: *attempts a "Whatever you're thinking, don't do it" look that she has used to quite good effect on children in the past*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: When they get to the bottom of the ramp, they're dismounted so that other passengers can get on. Brigitte meanders back to where they'd come from. Wandering. Idly holding onto Laurel.

Tiernan Forbes: "I am not worried if you would or not." she says to Aaron then glances over to him. "It would have been rude of me to bring that up, and I would not stare, that would also be rude." she looks out over the place some. "I have seen worse. I did not know that this ride would take so long is all."

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: He sighs and makes an appolagetic motion, and porbably says something equally appolagetic but it's unheard. takeing a few steps towards keiko. "Look, will you just stop being a bitch and take a hike." he waves a hand at her dissmisively, treating her like she's nothing more than a bore.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: The woman narrows her eyes on Keiko, keeping her hand in her purse. Just in case. "You. You had a part in ga-ap.. didn't you?" She states, an obvious amount of hurt and bitterness in the woman's voice.

Laurel Hensley: "Dragons." It's said just before they're around the operators, and then she gets off the ride, walking along with Brigette. "What would you like to do now?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She shrugs, leaning idly against Laurel. "Cotton candy and a walk along the boardwalk?"

Tiernan Forbes: She seems to be rielieved when it is their turn to disembark from the ride.

Aaron Chatham: Aaron exhales a cloud of smoke heavily as they come to a stop..stepping off the ferris wheel when he's cleared to do so.

Keiko Moroboshi: *She ignores Pulse's rudeness, focusing on the woman* "I haven't the slightest idea what you mean by that." *she doesn't sound the slightlest bit truthful either*

Laurel Hensley: "Sounds lovely." She nods and starts looking around for a vendor.

Tiernan Forbes: Once they are away from the ride she stops and glances up to Aaron then back down. "Thank you for escorting me on the ride."

Laurel Hensley: d10: Per+Alert: 8,8,6,3,5,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: The woman staring at Keiko narrows her eyes darkly. She can hear a click from her purse. "When he rises.. you'll be the first to go. I've warned the others about you, bitch. Killer. Infadel."

Aaron Chatham: He nods at Tiernan, "It was a pleasure to meet you"

Keiko Moroboshi: "You make strong claims. I've killed no one...on the other hand, I can see blood on your hands. At the least, I've seen you attempt to put some there."

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: "Look lady, this place is for everyone so stop with the glaring and just fuck off, go untwist your knickers or something." he says with the bored tone still there with a hint of annoyance. "Why is everyone in an amusement park so up tight or retarded, just seems stupid." he says returning to his grin and turning to walk back "now go toodle along." he says before going back to his origional spot, resuming his conversation whatever that was.

Laurel Hensley -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: ((Are Keiko and the group she's bantering with in visual range?))

Tiernan Forbes: She nods her head and pushes a stray curl behind her ear again. "Yes it was. Have a good evening." She then starts to head off her tummy grumbling some, so she heads to someplace that she can get something inexpensive to eat.

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: And as he does he he looks back to the other girl as he goes back, "Riiiight, oook."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She takes an angry step toward Keiko, eyes of rage. "Bullshit!" She shouts, bitterly. "I lost a brother to your wrecklessness. Another blinded.. glass shot in his eyes. Your hands are stained far more than my own. He had a family, you know. His little girl will be four this year. And you.. don't give a SHIT."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (yes, as the two are gathering attention it's easy to spot them with a sux per+alert roll for all)

Aaron Chatham: d10: Per+Alert: 5,8,2,3,10,

Tiernan Forbes: d10: Per=Alert: 5,8,10,4,4,5,

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: He looks to the girl who's not storming "So, seriously did I miss something here?" shaking his head a little watching.

Laurel Hensley: She frowns, tensing as she sees Keiko sounding off with the woman. "Love...problem." She starts heading over in that direction, steering Brigette along with her.

Tiernan Forbes: She was headded right in their direction, she just happened to glance up at just the right moment. She comes to a slow stop, fidgeting slightly, Moving to be...inconspicious if she can.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte.. as always when being this high.. is easily steered. The woman charmed by Paul raises an index finger to her lips, making a soft shhhhhhhhh sound.

Aaron Chatham: With a small sigh Aaron looks over at the shouting girl, muttering under his breath, "this night is wierd enough already"

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: He nods and settles back to watch the show flicking a drumstick into his right hand and just twisting it round and round as he watches.

Keiko Moroboshi: *she is trying to remain calm...she's here to help Man...it goes through her head like a mantra* "You make strong claims as to what I do and do not care about, yet you only know for certain a single thing about me, and that is that I very strongly oppose human sacrifice. How many have died for your master? That pained creature that you worship so can offer no solace to their souls, nor to your own. All he can offer is to bring his own personal hell to Earth. This world is far from perfect, but it is not so far gone that it cannot be saved, and while that is true, I cannot allow it to be put into such danger. You, and yours, have a choice to make. Continue following a path of destruction, one you know leads to destruction, or turn to a path of creation, of life. Build rather than destroy." *she's desperately attempting to maintain her calm, and most likely is succeeding...after all, the woman has said nothing that has shocked her terribly*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: : 6,

Laurel Hensley: She frowns a little bit as she approaches, stopping a good five or six feet away and giving Keiko a questioning look. Her arm is still around Birgette's waist, her stance a little protective of the woman.

Keiko Moroboshi: *Keiko gives no sign that she's noticed Laurel, intent as she is in conversation with the Cultist*

Aaron Chatham: (Can we..overhear the actual conversation?)

Brigitte Clara Deleon: A sizable group of people start flocking around Keiko, listening to her words and talking amongst themselves. Afterall, it's an impressive story. The woman narrows her eyes at Keiko, unimpressed. "They should be grateful.. to give themselves over to the will of my master. I would do the same."

Tiernan Forbes: And she is listening intently, taking not of people, Paul, Laurel, Brigitte, the two women Keiko. She actually smiles.

Aaron Chatham: With a small sigh he wanders closer, not terribly surprised to see the punker nearby

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (yes you can hear, and give me dex+ath if you're trying to worm through the crowd)

Aaron Chatham: d10: dex+ath: 8,6,5,8,

Tiernan Forbes: d10: Dex+Athletics: 8,3,10,3,

Tiernan Forbes: d10: Dex+Stealth: 9,2,5,7,

Aaron Chatham: Quirking a brow at the argument, Aaron tries to weave his way yet closer, listening now with some interest.

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: He mutters something known only to himself and glances around.

Keiko Moroboshi: *she makes eye contact with the woman, and holds it* "You didn't, however. Perhaps because you know that such a sacrifice, while well-intentioned, would not be appreciated, even if successful. I know it wouldn't be, for I have met your master...long long ago. Your loyalty to him is misplaced...at the very best, to him, you are a resource, to be used then thrown away when the time comes that he no longer needs you. At worst, he intends to devour the strength of his soul in order to allow him to cause greater harm. Either way, you will not get preferential treatment, other than the dubious honor of being among the first to die."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She maintains her glare on Keiko, a tiny smile creeping across her face. She pulls a sizable pistol from her purse, safety already released. She holds it to her own temple, smiling to keiko. "You.. know nothing.. murderer. I've been thinking about this since you killed my brother. HE.. will unite us." She closes her eyes and whispers "These.. are the wages of YOUR sin. For Existioneriona.." Before pulling the trigger.

Keiko Moroboshi: *Keiko will dart forward to use her Lore on the woman...so long as the cultist is not killed instantly, she should be able to keep her alive*

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: His mouth drops open at that for a moment and then reafirming himself looking slightly off put and looking to the other girl of the once duo.

Laurel Hensley: "SHIT!" She dives forward, to try and stop it.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (gimme dex ath)

Tiernan Forbes: She stops the gasp almost knocking her over, her eyes wide, and her hands to her mouth.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (keiko is the only one close enough to act toward the woman)

Keiko Moroboshi: d10: Dex+Ath+WP: 8,4,5,3,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: : 5,2,8,8,7,6,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: : 3,6,5,5,6,7,2,2,4,6,6,

Aaron Chatham: Aaron pulls up a bit away looking between the gun and the girl its pointed at with a sigh

Laurel Hensley: ((Sorry, my bad. Figured she was close enough.))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (sorry for the delay. one sec)

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (my bad. anyone who hasn't heard the celestial name mentioned can roll int+leg)

Laurel Hensley: d10: Int+Legacy: 8,6,5,1,

Aaron Chatham: d10: int+legacy: 1,3,9,1,6,1,4,

Keiko Moroboshi: d10: Int+Leg(Diff): 5,7,3,7,7,2,8,6,

Aaron Chatham: (yowza)

Brigitte Clara Deleon -> Laurel Hensley: A lord of the seventh house who served under the Ebon Legion.

Keiko Moroboshi: ((That should be Diff 5.))

Tiernan Forbes: ((Ouch*Winces*))

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: d10: : 4,6,8,5,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (and based on the LARGE amount of unbelievers in the crowd, i'm calling Keiko's action a failure. If you'd like I can roll out the wp of all the observers and raise the diff to an insane number and allow the roll.. but that'd just be silly.) The blast from the sizable round splatters into the crowd. Screams erupt as the extremist falls, but none that match that of her companion. The one charmed by Paul.

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: He winces both at the sight of it, the gun fire and the scream, drum stick dropped he doesn't move for a few second before he reaches down collecting the drum stick he's been spinning. looking over to the girl he'd been talking to.

Tiernan Forbes: If blood splatters her, she doesn't seem to notice it at all. Hands covering her mouth, she almost forget's to breath. If people are running away she will just stand there getting jostled by them, for the time being.

ScarletIris: The girl he'd been talking to is weaping for her lost companion. Wide eyed and scared. Unsure of what to do. The crowd is scattering somewhat. And you can see security personelle startingto advance.

Laurel Hensley: She gasps as the woman blows her head off, a hand coming up as if to ward the event from her and Brigette. Her eyes close tightly, something deeply pained coming to her stance and expression.

Aaron Chatham: Just watches the scene unfold, somewhat confused here

ScarletIris: Brigitte backs up slowly, wanting nothing to do with this. She clings weakly to Laurel's arm, trying to pull her away. "Love.." She mumbles worriedly.

Keiko Moroboshi: *she lunges, attempting to those who don't know her to be trying to knock away the gun, but to Laurel and Brigitte, they might notice that she's just trying to make contact...probably knowing her limits and trying to control the damage...she fails, but she tried. And now she's on the ground next to the corpse, and despite being a doctor and having been around them before, she's not exactly taking this well...she's just sitting there, staring at it*

ScarletIris: The extremist, to no surprise, is bleeding profousely. Barely recognizable, given the large chunk taken out of her dome. Her companion looks around frantically, not sure of what to do.

Laurel Hensley: She's easily pulled with Brigette. She looks to Keiko and sighs, her expression desolate. "Keiko...go." That said just before she starts to move with Brigette away. Quickly.

Aaron Chatham: Aaron shrugs and pulls out his smokes, lighting one up as he turns away from the mess, "I think its time to go home"

ScarletIris: Security comes, pushing their way through the crowd. A group of three men, stoic in expression. One of them approaches Aaron, the other two crouch next to the 'victim'. Aaron: "Sir, by your account.. what just happened?" Keiko: "Clear the scene, ma'am.. easy now.." One of them move to help Keiko up.

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: Pulse puts the drumstick back in his belt putting a hand on the shoulder of the girl who's friend just shot herself and moving to lead her away talking to her in a low soft voice.

ScarletIris: The woman is easily led.

Laurel Hensley: Aaron's blase reaction is noted with a deep frown. She shakes her head and moves off with Brigette. "Home, love?"

ScarletIris: She nods, looking away from the gore and leaning weakly against Laurel. A goofy looking pout about her. Talk about a killjoy. "Home.. please. I'll drive."

Keiko Moroboshi: *She doesn't seem to hear laurel, not at first. She says a few words of Japanese...to any that know the language, it's a prayer for the dead, asking that the soul have greater peace now than it did while alive...once security arrives, she manages to pull herself to her feet, and she back away...for a moment at least, then she starts moving faster and faster, though never quite breaking into a run*

Tiernan Forbes: Her eyes glance to each of the people she knows/has seen before. She backs up attempting to find a corner to hide in. Her hands still over her mouth.

ScarletIris: Some of the people in the crowd are staring in shock, some readily giving their accounts of what had happened. A couple of them point to Keiko, while telling their stories.

Aaron Chatham: He frowns at the man in front of me "I'm not entirely sure...that girl on the ground got shot by someone."

ScarletIris: (crap. and at the failed heal attempt, everyone ~should~ get an awareness roll if applicable)

ScarletIris: The man quirks a brow at Aaron. "By someone? I was under the impression that she'd shot herself. Who shot at her, sir?"

Aaron Chatham: (percep + aware?)

Tiernan Forbes: d10: Awareness: 5,7,9,6,

Laurel Hensley: d10: Per+Aware: 10,2,3,5,1,

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: d10: : 7,5,4,6,

Aaron Chatham: d10: per+aware: 1,10,7,3,

Aaron Chatham: (I hateses the oneses)

Laurel Hensley: She nods to Brigette, not arguing at all. She's seen the woman drive high...she knows she can do it. It's just a matter of keeping an eye on her. "All right. Let's go." She looks back to Keiko, then away, heading for the parking lot.

Paul 'Pulse' Adams: Pulse leads the other of the duo off and away from the scene. though as mentioned before altrruism wouldn't normally be attributed to the guy.

ScarletIris: Brigitte filters off with Laurel. The security personell continue to gain statements and clear out the scene. The park is closed for the remainder of the evening. ( and I.. am one sleepy.. ass flower.)

Keiko Moroboshi: *well, Keiko is heading to the parking lot...she needs to leave here. fast*

Aaron Chatham: Aaron shrugs, "Maybe she shot herself, I don't really know...I was busy watching these two good lookin dames hugging up on each other..there was some screaming from over there before the shot is all I know"

Tiernan Forbes: And tiernan will continue to hide in whichever dark recess she found to hide in. Probably falling alseep after a while, and totally forgotten and unfound by all.

Laurel Hensley: ((Thanks for the scene, guys!))