Lyndi Welsch: For an older woman, Lyndi appears to be in excellent shape. Her skin is a rich brown, her eyes a feral green. She's taller than average, scraping the six foot mark, with an athletic build. Her hands and feet alike are calloused, nails obviously unkept. Today she wears a pair of simple khaki capris, dirt lining the bottom hem to just above the knee as she'd been working in her garden and a simple white tank top. (http://www.wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&album=54&pos=32)

Lyndi Welsch: She walks like someone on the constant state of alert, jerky movements and cautious sideways glances.

Jeff Brolin: *He's out and about. Oddly enough. But he's still looking VERY neat. Jeans. His tee shirt, however, is white, with big block letters on the front that say "There are two people fucking on the back of this shirt." On the back, there is a picture of Jesus. Above him, "Just kidding." Below him, "Believe in Jesus!"*

Lyndi Welsch: Lyndi makes a steady pace toward the house of reptiles. Steadily glaring at those who dare to look her way.

Jeff Brolin: *And he... he hangs outside of the tiger's cage. Foot resting on the ledge outside of it. He watches for quite some time with grey eyes.*

Lyndi Welsch: Lyndi digs adamantly through her bulky bag, not much paying attention to where she's walking for the time being. While passing by near the tiger's cage, a newt crawls out of her bag and up her lanky arm.

Jeff Brolin: *His head swivels, and he licks at his bottom lip. Maybe SOMEthing about the lizard catches his eye. He does, in fact, grin at that. But then, he pays attention to Lyndi's breasts. Why not? Beats staring at her eyes.*

Lyndi Welsch: The newt makes its way up her arm around her shoulder and in her tank top. The woman either seems to not notice.. or not mind so much.

Lyndi Welsch: d10: per+alert: 8,4,8,5,3,3,8,

Lyndi Welsch: She blinks up with dark narrowed eyes on Jeff. Haulting abruptly. "You're looking at me." She says quietly. A recluse, maybe.

Laurel Hensley: The girl's gotten a new wardrobe, and it looks good on her. Gone are the jean jacket and pink baby tees, the sweaters and other implements of 'sweet girl next door.' She's moved on to other fare. Today, a forest green tank top that dips low and a black miniskirt. Sandles on her feet. She's not quite sure if she likes it or not...but it's a first try. Trying on clothes is like trying on bodies...but at least you get more tries with the clothes. She walks through the Zoo, looking around with a touch of disinterest at the animals. She's here just for someplace to be. First time being here.

Jeff Brolin: Like your lizard, *he offers, a small smirk on his face.*

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back up to Lyndi.* Should I not be? *He asks with arched eyebrow.*

Lyndi Welsch: She stands a few yards off from Jeff, eyeing him up and down though she looks more to be sizing him up than checking him out. "You.. like reptiles?" Hand still in the bag, the newt names its way out of her tanktop and back in its snuggly pursehome.

Laurel Hensley: d10: Per+Alert: 5,6,2,3,4,

Laurel Hensley: She glances over, looking Jeff and Lyndi over briefly as she walks by. Jeff looks...familiar, somehow. She blinks a couple times, as if trying to remember where. Memories are so confusing lately.

Lyndi Welsch: Lyndi's gaze is diverted, another narrowing of the eyes at someone she thinks is looking at her. On the defense and out of her element.

Jeff Brolin: *He grins.* More like snakes. S'pecially big ones. *And for once, he does NOT mean it as a euphemism.* Had a python as a kid that ma' made me get rid of. Was so fuckin' upset, yanno? Named 'im Spots. She wouldn't let me 'ave a puppy, so I didn't see why not.

Jeff Brolin: d10: Per+alert: 6,10,9,1,

Lyndi Welsch: "I house a seventeen foot Python regius named Sophie." She says, squinting at the man.

Laurel Hensley: She glances at Lyndi, offering her a small, somewhat shy smile...perhaps wary of that defensive look. She nods to the woman briefly, before she looks back to Jeff.

Jeff Brolin: *He actually notices the other woman. He cants his head to Laurel, and grins. He is TRYING to be friendly. He shifts to his second hoof. Fidgety? Likely. He doesn't know the girl, but if she's gonna eye him up he might as well be pretty.*

Gabriel Marsh: Maybe a bit late to head to the zoo, but hey.. at least the heat won't kill him. Where to go, where do go. Havign a soft spot for cats.. the tigers dont' sound like a bad idea. So off hs strolls, backpack on shoulders, sketchpad snuggled contently within.

Lyndi Welsch: She narrows her eyes darkly on Laurel. "You're looking at me." She says, in the same manner she did with Jeff.

Jeff Brolin: *His eyes widen. No, no flinching.* Really? I betcha she's sweet. Musta had 'er for some time, now, then.

Lyndi Welsch: "I have." She says simply to Jeff. Inching backwards. The newt in her purse makes her way back up the woman's arm. Roaming at will.

Laurel Hensley: "I'm sorry," she says, giving Lyndi an apologetic look. "I meant nothing by it." Jeff gets a warm smile, and perhaps a bit of a blush. She nods to him, and starts to walk over.

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back to the newt, but he doesn't say HOW long. Only knows so much about snakes. Damned Discovery channel and Animal Planet. Who said t.v. would rot your brain?* Can I hold 'im, or is 'e loyal t'you only? *He looks back over to Gabe, and he raises his opposite hand.*

Gabriel Marsh: d10: per+alert: 8,2,6,10,

Lyndi Welsch: Lyndi cups the small lizard in her other hand, eyes warily narrowed on Jeff. "Why?"

Gabriel Marsh: Gabe, tilts his head. It's a good thing he never really wants to be alone. He'd probably get very frustrated trying to find a place where there aren't people he knows running around. He gives a bright smile to Jeff, trotting over that way. "hey." he greets as he gets close, glancing over the two ladies with a warm, friendly and polite smile.

Lyndi Welsch: Lyndi glares at Gabriel when he smiles at her. Inching backwards.

lurkophile: ((Open scene in the zoo reptile house?))

Lyndi Welsch: actually we're outside the big cats right now)

Lyndi Welsch: (but tis open, yes)

lurkophile: ((*C* Okay, then...))

Jeff Brolin: Because he's cute, *he says with a grin.*

Laurel Hensley: She stops a little bit short, giving Jeff and Lyndi their space to interact. The lizard is regarded for just a moment, before she turns her attention toward looking around innocuously.

Jeff Brolin: *He nods to gabe.* Oi, mate.

Lyndi Welsch: Lyndi cups the newt to her chest. Protective of the thing. "SHE.. wouldn't like that, I think. She's had a rough day." She runs an elongated finger along the tiny lizard. Soothing.

Gabriel Marsh: Gabriel's smile falls away. That's so completly not an expression he's used to getting. His head tilts a bit, before the slightly wounded expression is covered away, and he takes a step or two back himself. Maybe she jsut doesn't like people so close. He can respect that well enough.

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back to Laurel. And he frowns slightly.* I... do I know yeh?

Jeff Brolin: *He shrugs to Lyndi.* Sorry. *He winces, and seems... genuinely apologetic.* No offense, ma'am.

Laurel Hensley: Ahh, there we go. An opening to talk. She looks to Jeff, curling a lock of hair behind her ear, and smiles a little. "To be honest...I don't know. You look familiar, but..." She shrugs, and extends her hand. "I'm Laurel."

Lyndi Welsch: Lyndi looks around the gathering, body tense with eyes of a predator whose space is being impeded. She backs away slowly. "I.. have a meeting with a Heloderma suspectum.."

Jeff Brolin: *He takes that hand, and looks down at her breasts inspectively. He looks back up.* Jeff.

Gabriel Marsh: d10: Int: 3,9,8,

Peter Thorne (Awareness): *A Caucasian man in his late 20s. He dresses in snug black pants and a white, long-sleeve shirt with ruffles, black leather shoes, and, of all things, a velvet eye-patch. His skin is a bit leathery, as if he’s spent a great deal more time in the sun than most doctors would approve of. His good eye has a piercing intensity to the gaze. He's also sporting a considerable bruise on his forehead; it's a lovely mix of purple, green and black.* ((As noted, chars may roll awareness if they got it.))

Peter Thorne (Awareness): ((*Colorizes*))

Denise Wylde: ((open?))

Jeff Brolin: ((Indeed!))

Lyndi Welsch: d10: per+aware: 4,6,6,8,5,5,8,

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back to Lyndi. He licks his bottom lip, at the scar there.* I seriously didn't mean t'offend.

Peter Thorne (Awareness): *He walks through the zoo with an easy-going, casual stride that looks just a bit off, as if he were a tad dizzy.*

Laurel Hensley: d10: Per+Aware: 8,3,6,6,4,

Laurel Hensley: They're not bad breasts at all. She smiles to Jeff and starts to say something, before something catches her attention and she looks around, frowning.

Lyndi Welsch: Lyndi disregards Jeff for the time being, turning a dark stare directly to Peter. Accusing, angrily.

Gabriel Marsh: Gabriel drifts back a bit more, though he lifts an eyebrow at the girl's meeting. Then again, she's already placed herself on the 'weirdo' list in his book. oh well. He plunks himself back onto a near by bench and, whatelse, pulls out his sketchbook, and a stick o' charcoal. not his discussion.

Peter Thorne (Awareness) -> Laurel Hensley: ((Heh. Minor supernatural energies on Peter. If she's a mage, she'll recognize sensory-level sphere useage; if she has Entropy, she knows what he's got up.))

Denise Wylde: Denise is there finishing up work, having managed to get a chance to fill in here a few days. She's dressed like zoo staff. ((if you need a description otherwise, just ask))

Peter Thorne (Awareness): d10: Per + Alert -: 4,8,9,5,10,7,

Jeff Brolin: *He doesn't seem to mind, but he looks back over his shoulder. He follows their gaze. A frown, as he looks back and forth. He shrugs. Back to Gabe.* Where've you been, mate?

Gabriel Marsh: d10: per+alert: 1,5,7,1,

Lyndi Welsch: Lyndi lowers her body subtle, like she might just pounce Peter if he ventures close. Not hiding her stare.

Denise Wylde: ((color change))

Peter Thorne (Awareness): *He does spot Gabe as he's walking around, and notes the woman glaring daggers at him. He just smiles back at her, apparently used to hostile reactions for some reason.* Hey, Gabe. How is it going?

Keith Newcomb: ((I asked one person already. *S* Closed scene or open?))

Gabriel Marsh: Gabriel lays a few sketchlines down, before glancing up at jeff--oblivious to Denise or Peter--he offers a shrug and a smile, "Busy. well.. more that I havn't been getting enough sleep lately," he chuckles, "It's been gettin' to me.. so. .tryin' to make up for it." a slight grin, sleepish, apologetic.

Peter Thorne (Awareness): *He waves to Jeff, as well.* Hey, you were at the coffeeshop that night, too, weren't you? *Looks at Lyndi.* Is something the matter?

Jeff Brolin: *He watches Peter. His eyes flick back to Lyndi, at her reaction, then back to Peter. A careful clop of movement, closer to the boy. Almost a protective stance. Though he keeps it subtle by digging in his pocket for his cigarettes.*

Peter Thorne (Awareness): ((Keith-p: Open as all get-out. Right now, the action is at the big cat house.))

Laurel Hensley: ((Open in my book!)) She looks at Lyndi, frowning a little, and takes a couple wary steps away. She doesn't like the hostile nature the woman is giving off.

Peter Thorne (Awareness): ((Which 'boy' is Jeff getting closer to, just for reference? *G*))

Lyndi Welsch: Lyndi keeps a hard gaze on Peter, a distasteful curl of the lips. "You. Stop it."

Gabriel Marsh: The artist is slightly startled at Peter's appearce. Where the hell did he come from? "Uh. hey. Hi." he smiles. "I"m, uh, alright. how're you?"

Keith Newcomb: He is in the area, one of those weird coincidental things that happen in New York. Wandering through the zoo, he gets the bright idea to call Jeff. He digs out his cell phone and speed dials him.

Denise Wylde: She's helping right now with feeding the big cats and carries a large bucket with her. She's not paying as much attention to the people as she is the cats, after all it's important to be aware of them first.

Peter Thorne (Awareness): *Tilts his head at Lyndi.* Stop what, exactly? *Smiles at Gabe.* I'm good. Well, at least until this young woman decides to act on her obvious desire to rip my throat open. *Indicates Lyndi with a tilt of his head.*

Jeff Brolin: ((Gabe.))

Lyndi Welsch: "Tugging at the fabric of creation." She states simply. "Stop it. It's giving me a headache."

Peter Thorne (Awareness): ((*C* Okay, cool.)) *He tilts his head at Jeff.* Okay--you and I were pretty cool that night... Something going on that I should know about?

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back to Lyndi, and he arches an eyebrow at that.*

Laurel Hensley: She keeps her position, a few feet away from Lyndi and company, NOT between her and Peter. Peter gets a little, wary frown.

Peter Thorne (Awareness): *He raises a brow at Lyndi.* I'm not tugging at jack shit, miss. I'm just paying attention.

Keith Newcomb: He doesn't get an answer, so he continues on, heading for the big cats.

Gabriel Marsh: Gabriel's smile is a tiny touch uneasy, to those a bit more familiar with him. Despite this, he chuckles slightly.. "Glad, t 'hear."

Lyndi Welsch: She doesn't take her eyes off Peter. "If I wanted your throat.. it would have halfway through my small intestine by now."

Jeff Brolin: Naw, *he says idly.* An' besides, she's a snake. She'd crush yeh, bite more than rip your throat out. *He grins.* Me? I'm just the careful type. People react to a predator, I'm sure as hell not gonna be casual Friday.

Jeff Brolin: *He frown,s and his... cell rings? He looks down, and yanks it out of his pocket.* Y'ello.

Lyndi Welsch: She tosses an angry look to Jeff. "I'm not a snake." She states defensively. Adamantly.

Jeff Brolin: *He grins to Lyndi.* It's a compliment, *he near soothes, listening to the other line.*

Lyndi Welsch: She points an elongated finger at Peter, the newt crawling along lanky arms as she does so. "You're a liar. LAIR!"

Denise Wylde: d10: per/aware: 7,8,2,4,10,

Peter Thorne (Awareness): *He tilts his head at Jeff.* Predator? Not me. Maybe her, but I'm no predator.

Jeff Brolin: No shit? *he says, into the phone.* I'm here too. Near a lotta pussy.

Lyndi Welsch: She shakes her head at Jeff. "It's innacurate. You're close. Wrong species."

Gabriel Marsh: His eyes slide over the the snakelady, then back to peter... then slowly back again.. and over to Jeff. Almsot consideringly for a moment before shaking his head slightly. A few more absent charcoal strokes on the paper--happy tigers make good subjects.

Denise Wylde: She does look up before heading back behind the enclosure and watches the people around her for a very long moment.

Keith Newcomb: d10: p/alert: 2,1,6,4,9,

Peter Thorne (Awareness): *He shakes his head at Lyndi.* No, I'm telling the truth. I'm not sure what your beef is, but I suggest this is a poor place to talk about it.

Laurel Hensley: And now, Lyndi gets an even more wary frown. She starts to back away...not away completely, just getting her distance from the potentially impending throat-eating.

Lyndi Welsch: Lyndi backs up, eyeing the group with a clear suspiscion. "I.. have things to do." She mumbles before locking eyes with Peter "And you.. are an atrocity."

Jeff Brolin: *He grins and closes his phone. He looks back to Lyndi.* Coiled. Ready t'fuckin' strike. I'd say a snake. *He nods assuredly, and then looks back to Peter.* I'm not worried. Really. You seem like a decent enough sort.

Gabriel Marsh: Gabriel looks uncomfortable. no matter how crazy half this city is... throat eating is... not a good thing to discuss. He'd be edging away from the group.. but he's seated at the moment. He focuses on his sketching. That's safe. Yeah.

Peter Thorne (Awareness): *He tilts his head at Lyndi.* Holy shit, now I get it... You know my ex, don't you? I mean, I know she was pissed about that night, but hell, I ~told~ her I was too stoned.

Keith Newcomb: New weirdness in the form of Keith is heading in that direction. Though nothing about him *immediately* stands out as weird, just a rocker type in a t-shirt that says Remember My Name, You'll Be Screaming It Later.

Delaney O'Neill: [Still open?*tests this color*]

Lyndi Welsch: She squints on Jeff. "You know your reptiles. If you want to handle Sophie, you can find me in Brooklyn. If you wander out far enough, my friends will find you. I'm Lyndi." She keeps backing away warily.

Jeff Brolin: *He looks... decidedly uncomfortable from Lyndi's words.* No atrocity about bending reality a bit. After all, everyone does it in their own way. *His eyes narrow a bit.*

Keith Newcomb: d10: p/alert: 8,7,7,4,3,

Denise Wylde: Denise disappears behind the back doors.

Jeff Brolin: *He nods, again. Watching Lyndi, now. He looks VERY uncomfortable. Not scared, just like he swallowed something the wrong way.*

Peter Thorne (Awareness): ((Delaney: Yeah, open. But that color is a bit weak--almost melts into the background))

Laurel Hensley: Okay, this is just too fucked up for her. She's not ready for this yet...again. She turns to go.

Peter Thorne (Awareness): *Smiles at Jeff.* I appreciate the vote of confidence, really.

Keith Newcomb: He arches a brow, a faint smirk. His nostrils flare. Smells like...Discord. He grins and shoves his hands in his jean pockets, sauntering...yes, sauntering...towards Jeff and Gabe and whomever is around them.

Peter Thorne (Awareness): ((Not sure why that last post got PM'ed to DW, first time. *Blinks*))

Peter Thorne (Awareness): d10: Per + Alert -: 5,7,9,3,9,7,

Peter Thorne (Awareness): *He glances over his shoulder as Keith comes up. The pain-freak is sporting a HUGE bruise on his forehead, looks like he lost an argument with a brick wall.* Hey, Keith. Join the party--I'm an atrocity.

Lyndi Welsch: Lyndi eyes the group again and turns to scurry off toward the house of reptiles.

Denise Wylde: ((That's okay....thought it was unintentional))

Peter Thorne (Awareness): *He waves to Lyndi as she goes. Seriously, he should be a LITTLE more cautious about pissing people off in a city as heavily armed as NY....*

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back up to Laurel. He frowns slightly.* Oi, you okay?

Gabriel Marsh: Gabe looks distictly uneasy, NOt quiet scared.. but all *he * wanted to do was go draw some cats. Commune with caged nature. Running into Jeff was a nice touch.. but everything past that's jsut sort of wandered into the realm of...not good.

Keith Newcomb: Peter: "Nice to meet you, Atrocity, I'm Discord."

Jeff Brolin: *And actually, it's the zoo. Probably spells like cat musk. He does pause to admire the cat-feeder's ass, before turning back to the small group.*

Peter Thorne (Awareness): *He smiles at Laurel, himself.* I'm sorry if I created trouble, miss. *Shrugs* But when someone calls you an 'atrocity' even before you've exchanged names, well, you tend to take it personally.

Peter Thorne (Awareness): *Sticks out a hand to Keith.* A pleasure.

Gabriel Marsh: d10: dex+crafts: 2,4,1,7,6,

Laurel Hensley: "No, I'm not." What kind of person is really 'okay' with the kind of insanity going on around right now? She glances at Keith, lips pursing a moment...she definitely recognizes him. Peter's words are ignored, as she makes her way away from the group with quick steps.

Lyndi Welsch: (brb. gonna feed the buddah butt and hit the lil iris' room)

Denise Wylde: Denise comes out a few minutes later with an empty bucket.

Jeff Brolin: *He snorts.* We don't fuckin' bite, *he says, frustrated. A sigh.* Christ, snake-lady's goin' away.

Keith Newcomb: He smirks and shakes Peter's hand. A glance to Laurel, then watches her ass as she turns to go. Much like Jeff probably is doing.

Peter Thorne (Awareness): *He sighs, and shrugs.* Man, have I got a gift with the ladies, or what? *Looks at Jeff, Gabe and Keith.* Is it the eyepatch, you think?

Keith Newcomb: "Did I miss someone with snakes? Damn. I like reptiles. I feel a kinship with them."

Keith Newcomb: Peter: "Well, it ain't me. Chicks dig me." Snickers.

Jeff Brolin: And both dig me, *he grumbles.* M'fuckin' winnin' personality. *Ahh yes, satyr mood swings.*

Delaney O'Neill: At the moment, she's deciding to head over to the zoo. Animals are always entertaining to perk up one's spirits, or to make on think of bygone ages. [*tries Indigo*]

Gabriel Marsh: Gabe does offer Keith a wave and a smile, but no verbal greeting. He glances down at his page of quick tiger-in-motion sketches and blehs. that bites. He turns the page. then glances at Peter, quirking half a smile, "Uh.. maybe the, er.." he gestures at his own forehead vaguely.

Peter Thorne (Awareness): *He nods at Keith.* Maybe you'll give me some sorta pointers. *Points after Lyndi.* The one who just ducked into the reptile house had a newt with her, I think.

Delaney O'Neill: She pauses just inside the entrance to take a look around. [PM for DD]

Jeff Brolin: She said she had a big python too, *he says.* Was lookin' forward t'seein' it too.

Keith Newcomb: Jeff: "You're totally dug, man." Nod. "Nobody can resist." Gabe: He grins down at Gabe and...yep, musses up his hair. "What'cha drawing?"

Peter Thorne (Awareness): *He nods to Gabe.* Normally, I'd say yes, but the whole 'atrocity' thing... *Shakes his head, then blinks a few times.* Whoa. Have to make sure not to move my head too much.

Laurel Hensley: She takes the nearest exit out, heading home. Teach her to try and get out.

Keith Newcomb: "Aren't newts amphibians? Yeah, you *would* want to see her big python, Jeff. Then you can show her yorus."

Keith Newcomb: ((yorus=yours))

Denise Wylde: She shakes her head a little as she catches bits and pieces of the conversations going on around her. Once again, she gives Peter a look, but not for long as she heads to another area in the cat house.

Gabriel Marsh: gabriel preens automatically. Hair must be in the right place! "Attempting to draw tigers..," he tilts the pad towards Keith, "it's, uh.. not workin'." a lame smile. Then he tilts his gaze up towards Peter.. "...alright.. I guess.. did.. did y' loose a fight with a wall or somethn'?" a smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

Peter Thorne (Awareness): d10: Per + Alert -: 6,8,6,6,5,4,

Jeff Brolin: *He smirks at Keith's comment.* Mine'd be bigger. Wouldn't want the snake t'get jealous.

Peter Thorne (Awareness): *He just happens to catch Denise giving him 'the look'.* What the hell--even the cat-lady's giving me the evil eye, I think. *He smiles at Gabe.* Well, not so much lost, as threw it, but yeah.

Denise Wylde: She just gives a little smile when she realizes he caught her looking at him.

Keith Newcomb: Jeff: "You're the picture of compassion." He nods. Gabe: "So I caught the tail end of your conversation with Fel before you 'woke' me up." He grins. "Thought you might like to know that."

Peter Thorne (Awareness): ((*Snickers* Well, Delany's got her pick of guys at the cat-house. *G* Peter's the obvious freak, Jeff's the sexy one, Gabe's got the boy-next-door thing going on, and Keith is the sly dangerous type, I think. One more, and they can become the world's oldest boy band....))

Peter Thorne (Awareness): *He blinks again.* Then, maybe not... that one smiled, at least.

Jeff Brolin: ((Whee! I'm the sexy one?))