Cori: *keeps petting the cat, enjoying the feel of the soft fur* 'sup, Charles? *grins to the man* you know Fel?and that'sWinifred over yonder with the cool coat. and this lady is, for lack of a better name, cat.

Kristina Jaccobs [PB 1]: d10: per+alert: 7,5,3,4,

Charles Knight: "Oh, nothing much." *he shrugs* "I don't believe I've met Fel, though I've met Winifred."

Kristina Jaccobs [PB 1]: *Her eyes fall over Fel and she moves slowly in her direction a slight raise in her expression when she sees her*

Felisa Espinosa: "Hm? What is it dear? I can't take you home, sadly. The roomies would have fits, and... well, I'd rather you be free to roam. Just watch out for the dogs around here, there are plenty of them."
She nodded. Perhaps the others would find it odd if a woman talked to a cat in the same way she talked to everybody else, but the Puerto Rican didn't care.

Cori: ((NP, hun. *G*)) what'swith the pebbles, may i ask? *tilts her head. she's sitting on the gorund. never mind the we and cold posterior*

Charles Knight: "Needed them for an...experiment."

Kristina Jaccobs [PB 1]: *She pulls out a cig and lights it as she gets close to Fel* "Hey there Fel" *she says with a slight smile though there is somthing notably bothering the girl*

Felisa Espinosa: "An experiment? With rocks? What's that about?"

Charles Knight: "It's actually top secret, can't say any more."

Cori: cool! let me know how it turns out? *grins happily at Charles*

Felisa Espinosa: She turned, and stood up at the sight of Kristina. "Hello yourself there, what's up? And why do you have that look on your face?"

Kristina Jaccobs [PB 1]: "Well I ran into your friend actually last night and some dick has done a real number on her" *she says as her fist clench*

Misty ~Black Cat~: A soft mewl, and straightening. A deliberate glance around, and then, turning her rear to them, and a slow pad awya

Winifred Miles: *Finally it's done..and she's lost..again..still. Does it matter? she doesn't seem too bothered by it as she tip taps back to the others. As bright as a psychodelic rainbow.*

Cori: *gives the cat one last pet as she leaves. not shocked that a cat decides to up and wander off again. *eyes Kris cheerfully*

Felisa Espinosa: "Hm? Which friend are we talking about here? I've a few of them. And please, fill me in on what happened."
She sat back on the bench, seemingly unaffected, fishing for yet another ciggie. Where one woman was holding in anger, the other was oddly calm.

Charles Knight: "I certainly will." *he nods*

Winifred Miles: I've gotta go. *she announces with a wave, trip tripping towards the streets to whatever destination she has in mind.*

Cori: cool. *smiles at Charles* i've been doing some experimenting myself lately, but nothing sciencey. so i doubt it would interest you all that much.

Kristina Jaccobs [PB 1]: "Alyssa, some dick has it forced into her mind that its wrong to be likable" *she says with a shake of her head*

Cori: *waves to the crazy lady* be safe, Winifred!

Charles Knight: "Bye Winnie." *gives a bit of a wave* "Ahh, see, you mistake me for one of the people who work in that one big building. You know the one. I'm quite interested in just about everything." *he smirks*

Cori: *giggles at Charles* my bad. hrm, i'm experimenting with inlaying different kinds of wire onto thin metal sheets, then folding and flattneing the sheets to produce intriguing effects. it's for my jewelery.

Felisa Espinosa: "Oh that? I know that one actually. I think it'll work out, I was talking to him not a half hour ago. Seems that he's afraid that having a hard dick means a loss of control," she said, chuckling. "But pay it no mind. I think they're going to work it out between them."

Charles Knight: "And you think that's not sciency? Half the value of a circuit is that it looks cool."

Cori: *grins at Charles* well, i'm not really very technically-oriented, so i'll take your word for it. you're welcome to come take a peek sometime, though, at what i'm doing. i'd be interested in hearing your opinion and listening to any advice you may have. some of the metals aren't wanting to do what i'd like them to do.

Kristina Jaccobs [PB 1]: "He deserves to have his eyes scratched from his head" *she says sounding incrediably pissed* "anyone who would willing abuse someone over somthing that stupid deserves it. She was in tears because she honestly beleives its her fault because of the prick"

Charles Knight: "Maybe you need new alloys? If you need something that looks a certain way and has certain properties, I can help a bit, well, to an extent. I've got a bit of chemistry background..."

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: The man makes his way into the Park...working late, as usual, he just got off. A long coat hangs over his suit, hair perfectly in place with a Dunhill burning between his lips. He walks along the main mall, eyes scanning the vicinity as he walks.

Money and power...that’s what the man projects. He’s quite attractive, in the high-born, aristocratic way, somewhere in his mid-20’s, with well- formed cheekbones, a slightly hawkish nose, immaculate skin, and perfectly coiffed blonde hair, going down to his collar. His eyes, a dark green, hold a cynical, dismissive look in them, behind a pair of small glasses. His body is toned, the body of a man who has worked for his muscle-mass, rather then being blessed with it, and is contained within an tailored suit, sport coat open. An attaché case is ever present nearby, as well as a cell phone at his hip. Everything about the man’s appearance is tailored to perfection, to present no weakness to an enemy, whether that be on the job or on the battlefield.

Cori: hmmm..*ponders Charles's offer* i might could, actually. right now, the point is to make the metal form into flat patterns, inspired by the kind of patterning you find on certain kinds of steel blades. obviously with more colors than one single metal provides. it's difficult in a lot of ways, because i work on such a small scale.

Kristina Jaccobs [PB 1]: ((oh yea ping me if you need a description))

Cori: ((ditto.))

Felisa Espinosa: "Kristina you can't just gouge everybody's eyes out just because you're angry. I know, it's very relieving to do..."
She paused and thought. "Well, I'm certain that it is, because I've never scratched anybody's eyes out. I usually punch and kick. But regardless... he feels shitty about what he did, and he's trying to mend fences. Give the guy a chance, and if he's continuing to be an ass, kick it for him. But being reactionary just causes more problems."

Cori: *she eyes the newest person to come wandering by with cheerful appreciation and a faint grin at herself. flirting--it's the new big thing, right?*

Charles Knight: "Ok, so you need something that's very malleable, and will work well with trying to press other stuff into it?"

Kristina Jaccobs [PB 1]: *She stares at Felisa* "I just hope I dont meet him" *she says quietly* "She looked broken when I was with her in the park, and someone who would do that is horrible"

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: d10: Per+Alert: 2,2,4,3,9,

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He picks up Cori's glance, looking the woman over before they look away dismissively. She's not important in his eyes. He continues along, enjoying the cool night air.

Cori: *nods to Charles* pretty much, yes. what i've done thus far is hammer wire as flat and thin as i can and attach it with the tiniest soldering beads i can manage onto small, thin metal sheets. then i do more hammering, to try and flattent he solder, but i have to do all this stuff while keeping the solder semi warm. after that, i slowly and carefully heat the whole piece and twist it. cool it down, and hammer. and so on, so forth.

Rachael Chambers: ~At first glance, Rachael might seem like the girl-next-door, but to those who see such things, will be quite aware of her breeding (pb 4) and there is something *magnetic* about her besides her personality. At 5'5", most of that is her long slender legs, to go with the rest of her slender build. She wears her long silky dark brunette hair parted to the side, with a nice layered cut that frames her young face. Brown eyes exude high intelligence--once there was a young girl underneath wanting to enjoy her teenage years like others her own age, but now there is a hardness to her and of innocence lost. She wears Anne Klein tonight: notch collar brown cardigan, black cropped pants, oversized frame sunglasses, that are translucent olive green, with a long olive green cashmere scarf tucked into a suede contour belt with eyelets, completed with suede driving gloves, and olive green shoes. She certainly wasn't afraid to be out this late at night as she walks around the park~

Kristina Jaccobs [PB 1]: *Kristina looks at Troy as he walks through the park her expression still that of dulled rage as she stands near Felisa*

Cori: *she laughs aloud at Troy's dimissiveness. and keeps an eye on him. he's eye candy. fun to watch*

Felisa Espinosa: Oh she's quite broken, Felisa thought. You've no idea of how busted that woman is. "I was at a movie theater the other night, last night to be exact, and they were there, and he went over and apologized. She was wounded, of course, and he didn't handle it in the best of ways."
She lit her cigarette and took a drag. "Poor fucker has a crush I'm thinking, and he doesn't know how to handle it."

Charles Knight: "Hmm. I don't know if materials are the answer then. Quite possible the answer is better tools."

Kristina Jaccobs [PB 1]: "And thats her problem?" *she says standing there* "He had to do somthing to her for her to be like that, she was nothing like the time I saw her at the docks"

Cori: and sadly, better tools have to wait until i build up a bigger nest egg. *a wry grin* although, i think these pieces are turning out pretty cool. maybe a bit of polishing. heck, i may even make something other than jewelery out of them. small art pieces, perhaps, or just call them paperweights.

Cori: *manages to keep her neb out of Fel and Kris's convo*

Charles Knight: "You forget that you're friends with genuine mad scientists." *he grins* "I'm sure that if Jim, Arlett and I got a look at what you're using and what you think you need, we could put something together. Hell, I'll give it a try myself if they turn out to be hard to get agold of when needed."

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He looks over when he feels eyes upon him, staring at Kristina for a moment, meeting her gaze.

Cori: *laughs* i'm happy to let you guys see what i'm working with and what i'm doing. with the exeptcion of any projects i may be workign on specifically for one of you, which i may or may not be doing. *grins*

Rachael Chambers: ~sits down on a bench and pulls out a very small PDA from a pocket and writes something with the stylus~

Felisa Espinosa: "Words wound, Kirstina. I know, I've been subject to a few barbs from time to time, and the shit cuts to the bone. No, he doesn't know how to handle it, but I respect him enough to watch and see if he tries to fix it, and be there for Alyssa when she needs it. In short, it's their business until it interferes in my business. Otherwise I'm as much of a dick as he is for butting into an affair that might have been fixed without my big ass nose poking into it."
She didn't quite understand what Kristina wanted her to do about it.

Kristina Jaccobs [PB 1]: *She looks away from Troy a since of puzzlement a bit of an odd look comeing to her as she shakes her head a bit as she turns her full attention back to Fel before snapping her head back to the man*

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: d10: Per+Garou Lore: 8,10,6,7,4,

Charles Knight: "That's fine by me. Though my preference would be to have you spend your time on projects for other people...got all the jewelry I need and what I have depresses me." *shrugs* "So give me a call sometime and I'll check out what you've got and see if I can make anything better."

Cori: *she absolutely cannot help flashing Fel a quick grin, approving, for her comment to Kris*

Kristina Jaccobs [PB 1]: *Kristina nods still seeming a bit upset* "yea shit sucks dont it"

Cori: pishaw! *grins to Charles* never say such a thing--see, if someone overheard you and took it to heart, i'd be out of business! *laughs* well, i do a lot of my work at the clubhouse, and you know where that is. i tend to put a sign on the door there when i'm working in there, cuz i listen to loud music. so i wouldn't hear a knock on the door. just come on inside whenever you see the sign up--i have a reflective surface stationed so i can see when the door opens, if Weiss doesn't go berserk to greet the person first.

Rachael Chambers: ~watches the small group gathered ahead of her~

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He tilts his head slightly to the left, watching Kristina for a moment, before nodding slightly and looking away. He looks at Rachael, examining her a moment, before he makes his way in that direction. Kristina is dismissed.

Kristina Jaccobs [PB 1]: d10: per+alert: 10,8,4,8,

Felisa Espinosa: "Sometimes inaction is the best action that you can take."
Sitting down, Felisa pulled on her Wide and looked at the others. Several people were close by, and one of them appeared to be looking their way.
"Huh. Anybody know those two?"

Charles Knight: "I'm not saying anything about people in general. Just me and personal issues that I have." *he frowns, then shakes his head* "But moving on, sometime in the next couple of days I'll stop by your room and you can show me what you're working with."

Kristina Jaccobs [PB 1]: *She notices the look given to her by Troy and shakes her head a bit* "What was that about?" *she mutters absently to herself*

Kristina Jaccobs [PB 1]: *Kristina shakes her head* "Nah dont know em at all but im curious to find out" *she says as she takes a step in Troy's direction*

Rachael Chambers: ~brown eyes look to Troy as he approaches her, stylus still in hand as she presses it against the PDA~

Cori: *grins* nope, dunno them. *nods to Charles,smile softening* yeah, i know about personal issues. mmm. maybe you should start gettign some jewelery to have some good memories. if you want, i can show you how to make a memory chain. even though i'd teach you with beads rather than actual chain.

Felisa Espinosa: "Hurm... well okay then." Watching the woman leave, she had questions as to if there was going to be some sort of street justice down the road, and if she'd hear about it weeks later. That woman did like to fight, did she not? She was like a certain blonde that Felisa knew.
And she also knew that sooner or later, that guy was going to run into a wall.

Charles Knight: "Maybe...but I've been pretty thoroughly conditioned to avoid jewelry." *shrugs* "But maybe."

Keith Newcomb: He walks into the park, rolling his shoulders against the chill. He stands at just about six feet tall, around his early to mid 20s. He has a strong athletic build, though he isn’t bulked up like a weightlifter. His face is attractive and lean, the hint of dimples, and his eyes are a dark hazel. His straight blond hair plays down past his shoulders in a single layer of cream, and he dresses usually in ripped-up blue jeans or artfully torn black leather, paired with a long-sleeved jersey displaying a band of generally black metal or hardcore punk, though he sometimes favors The Doors. His jacket is a black leather motorcycle jacket with the Misfits “Legacy of Brutality” cover screenprinted on the back. http://www.wodnyc.net/modules/coppermine/albums/uploads10296/1Keith.jpg

Cori: *nods* tell you what. i'll show you how it's done, and you decide.most peoplei know don'tactually wear their memory chains, anyway. because, they'remeant to keepon growing,and that'shard to do if you wear it.

Keith Newcomb: He glances back at his sister and dog. "Did he finally take a dump?"

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He nods a little to Rachael as he approaches. "Miss Chambers, is it? I'm Troy Lawrence...a pleasure to meet you..." He extends a hand, smiling to her. Kristina's approach is noted, but not acknowledged yet. One does not interrupt a greeting for another greeting...it's inappropriate.

Kristina Jaccobs [PB 1]: "Buddy" *she calls out after Troy as she moves slowly towards him much of her anger seeming to be replaced by curiosity*

Keith Newcomb -> Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: ((The "siblings'" first venture out together. *EG*))

Alice Newcomb (& rottweiler): Alice walks alongside Keith, talking quietly with him, the massive rottweiler Thor at heel. "I think he's figured out the longer he holds it, the longer we'll walk him."

Charles Knight: "Again, maybe." *he shrugs*

Rachael Chambers: ~stylus in left hand, but still, she puts it in its holder as she shuts the PDA off. then offers her right hand to Troy~ Good evening Mr. Lawrence. ~glance over to Kristina only a second, her attention quickly back on him~

Kristina Jaccobs [PB 1]: *she stands the watching the two strangely curious and waits to be acknowledged*

Felisa Espinosa: Well, nobody was talking to her, and the whole conversation sort of left a weird taste in the girl's mouth. So, with that in mind she hopped up and yawned, started to move. Perhaps to a club, where she could grab a quick nip and listen to the throbbing beat of a bass.

Keith Newcomb: He smirks. "They have more brains than people give them credit for. Starts walking again, matching his pace to theirs. "But it gives me a chance to see more of the city."

Felisa Espinosa: ((In other words, no drama tonight. I don't have the time for it, sadly. *Looks at the clock* Take care you guys.))

Keith Newcomb: OOC> Quote mark after "credit for"

Alice Newcomb (& rottweiler): "New York's the bomb. You're gonna love it here."

Keith Newcomb: "Especially if the bomb explodes." Laughs at his own wit, such as it is.

Rachael Chambers: [Good night, Felisa-p. Take care yourself.]

Kristina Jaccobs [PB 1]: ((Have fun))

Cori: *smiles warmly to Fel and nods as she heads out. and then she sees the dog. and her thin face is suddenly filled with the sort of adoration one normally sees on the features of someone in the throes of first love* oh, he's ~gorgeous~! *breathes out, staring at the dog*

Alice Newcomb (& rottweiler): ((Nooo drama here. *innocent look* Nighty night!))

Cori: ((*snugs* take care, hon!))

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He shakes her hand, a firm, confident shake with his finely manicured hand, smiling politely to her. "I was given your name by Mr. Craven. He informed me that you were heading to the Blackwood School soon." He looks over his shoulder finally, looking at Kristina. "Hello."

Marie Delacourt: The willowy vision of beauty, floats gracefully into the park, each step placed with precision to prevent her delicate posterior from meeting with the pavement. She's dressed in a pair of stylishly cut blue jeans, designer snow boots in white with faux fur trim and a black coat belted tightly at her slim waist. Pale blond hair spills in a heavy braid down her back, leaving the delicate, fine-boned perfection of her face bared to the eye. Raven's wing black brows arch above wide blue eyes fringed with pale lashes. Her nose is lean and aristocratic over full, pale lips.

Alice Newcomb (& rottweiler): "Oh, uh, hi Cori. This is Thor... oh, and my brother Keith." Yes she introduced the dog first.

Cori: hey, Alice. hiya, Thor. may i pet you, i wonder? *looks very much as if she's about to leap up and hug the dog to bits*

Keith Newcomb: Raises an eyebrow at Cori. "Me or the dog?" Smirks.

Cori: *smiles to Charles* maybe's good enough for me. *chuckles softly*

Rachael Chambers: ~a nod~ That is correct, sir. My training has gone well.

Keith Newcomb: "And that reply goes to both statements." Grins.

Cori: *flashes Keith a grin* the dog. but i'll happily pet you, too, if you want. *laughs*

Charles Knight: (g'night) *Charles is ready to just roll his eyes but still looks in the direction Cori is...and instead of some guy, he spots a girl who is just entering the park, and lets out a bit of a whistle subconsciously*

Marie Delacourt: d10: per alert: 3,7,4,8,4,

Keith Newcomb: Cori: "Do I have to get down on my knees first? Not that that's not an option..."

Charles Knight: *snaps back to the conversation when he hears Alice's voice* "Hey Alice." *the to Cori* "Good, because I'm not going to give more than that."

Cori: mmm? *the whistle makes her look over. toward Marie. oh yeah. more eye candy. yum! she's going to have to put her eyeballs on a diet*

Alice Newcomb (& rottweiler): Cori> "Yeah, you can pet him, he's pretty friendly. Uh, Thor that is." Waves at Charles.

Marie Delacourt: She looks around, lips pursing in a not-quite-pout. And then, as her eyes fall on a certain figure she smiles softly and it seems to light her up. ((Because I forgot to tag it- PB3))

Cori: *grins to Charles* well, trying to force you into a definate answer'd be stupid. not to mention, you'd probably decide on "no". when simply leaving you alone about it may get you to give it a shot sometime. since that's my preferred outcome...i'm gonna do just that. *grins*

Kristina Jaccobs [PB 1]: *Kristina just looks at the man trying to figure out what is up* "Do you know me?" *she says quietly*

Keith Newcomb: Alice: "I'm friendly," he snorts.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He nods a little bit, looking Rachael over with an appraising eye. "I don't doubt it. Mr. Craven has an excellent crew of trainers, as I understand it. I am sure that you will do quite well there at the school."

Charles Knight: "Clever." *smirks* "I'm always impressed when I hear that someone's learned that lesson. So many never do."

Cori: *lauhgs at Keith* a man offering to go down *tiny little pause* on his knees. you must be a rare bird, yourself. *chuckles and offers her hand to the dog to sniff* i have two dogs of my own. mutts. sweeties, both of them.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He looks over to Kristina, dark green eyes passing over her. "Perhaps you do. Troy Lawrence."

Alice Newcomb (& rottweiler): "Maybe a little too friendly," she mumbles under her breath, handing Thor's leash to Keith.

Rachael Chambers [pb 4]: ~stands, stretching a little as the PDA is slipped back into a pocket~ They won't know what hit them ~gives a wicked grin~

Marie Delacourt: Marie eyes the field of snow between her path and Troy's and sighs softly, raven brow arching thoughtfully before she backtracks to catch an intersecting walkway.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: d10: Per+Alert: 2,9,7,4,7,

Cori: *grins* i'm a firm believer in that there's no one, true way right for anyone. it's part ofmy religious beliefs, actually. i can try to convince a person, but forcing them to follow my path is one of the most wrong things i could possibly do. not to mention, i seriously get pissedwhen someone tries to do it to me, so why would i do it to someone else?

Kristina Jaccobs [PB 1]: *Her eyes open a bit wider at the mention of the name and she nods her head to him respectfully* "I am sorry for my abruptness R.. Sir" *she says as she keeps her eyes on the ground* "I am Kristina a friend of Eddies"

Keith Newcomb: Cori: Winks. "Like a jumbo jet, guaranteed to go down."

Cori: *gives Alice an impish grin* there's such a thing as too friendly?

Charles Knight: *he laughs a bit* "Good call. I know I don't take kindly to people getting in the way of my free will."

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He glances over at the site of a beauty approaching in the corner of his eye, and a more sincere, warmer smile passes over his face when his eyes fall on Marie. He waits for her to approach, looking back to Rachael. "I have little doubt of that, Miss Chambers."

Keith Newcomb: He takes the leash, just giving Alice a smirk.

Cori: *laughs happily and winks right back at Keith* ah, but do you know what to do once you're down there? *grins roguishly*

Marie Delacourt: Marie reaches out as she nears to set slim, gloved fingers lightly on Troy's arm, her smile tender.

Keith Newcomb: Cori: "What, you don't come with instruction manuals?" He laughs.

Charles Knight: *he glances to Alice and gives her a 'what can ya do?' kind of look, and rather shortly thereafter his eyes are back to following Marie...damn, he's spent WAY too much time around physicists in the last year...*

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He looks at Kristina suddenly at mention of the name, suddenly looking her over far closer. Eyes appraise, picking the young woman apart, as if searching for a flaw...or rather, actively trying to find one. "Miss Jaccobs. Of course...I've heard much about you. Good evening." His gaze holds her for a moment, shining cold, and then lets her go.

Rachael Chambers [pb 4]: ~is quiet for now with Kristina and now the other woman there~

Cori: *nods to Charles* exactly my point. personally, i think the world'd be a much happier place if everyone agreed to disagree. state their respecitve cases, put forth their arguements, and then back off to let the other people decide for themselves.

Alice Newcomb (& rottweiler): Cori> Oh yeah, there is. ((sorry I'm slow)) She moves towards Charles' bench and plops down beside him. "You finish that book I loaned you?"

Kristina Jaccobs [PB 1]: *She looks at him a slight smile at the inspection her eyes never meeting his* "That surprises me Sir since there isnt much to know of me"

Cori: *grins at Keith* of course not. *smirks* although most guys wouldn'tread them if we did, anyway. *laughs, glancing between Charles and Alice* whaaaaaat?

Charles Knight: ((Charles is actually standing near Cori)) "Not yet, but if you need it back, I can return it."

Charles Knight: "Oh, just that I normally save talk of this sort for the second date." *he smirks*

Cori: *grins to Alice* i haven't met too much friendliness yet.

Alice Newcomb (& rottweiler): (or not plopping then) "No, you can keep it a while longer if you need to. The guy I borrowed it from hasn't asked about it yet."

Alice Newcomb (& rottweiler): Cori> "Ooooh, I'm sure it'll happen sooner or later."

Keith Newcomb: He leans against a tree, letting Thor sniff around or do whatever he wants to do.

Cori: *grins widely to Charles*

Marie Delacourt: Marie offers a soft, polite smile to both Kristina and Rachel, inclining her head graciously.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: "Oh, do not be so modest, Miss Jaccobs." He gives her a thin-lipped smile as a hand comes to rest softly over Marie's. "I hear you are establishing quite the reputation." He looks away from her, back to Rachael. "Miss Chambers...have you met my intended, Miss Delacourt?"

Cori: *pets Thor if he gets into her reach*

Alice Newcomb (& rottweiler): Elbows Charles. "Don't stare," she whispers. "It's rude."

Kristina Jaccobs [PB 1]: *Kristina nods to the other woman as respectfully as possible* "Well thank you Sir and now I shall leave you to your conversation hopefully we can speak again later" *she says as she turns to move away from the man*

Cori: *grins to Keith and Charles both* she IS lovely. total hottie, and there's no harm in looking.

Kristina Jaccobs [PB 1]: *Kristina moves to leave the park heading in the direction of midtown a slightly confused look on her face as she leaves*

Rachael Chambers [pb 4]: Good evening, Miss Jaccobs.

Marie Delacourt: "Good evening," Marie says with a faint frown at Kristina as she moves to go without Troy's leave. Shaking her head just slightly she turns her attention to Rachael and offers a hand. "Good evening, sweetheart. It is a pleasure to meet you," she says softly.

Kristina Jaccobs [PB 1] : ((thanks for the scene))

Alice Newcomb (& rottweiler): Rolls her eyes.

Charles Knight: "What, you think all attractive women are gold-diggers? That's just not true."

Keith Newcomb: Cori: "Yeah, but that's the type I'll never approach." Grins.

Cori: *laughs* i would, if her body language didn't tellme she's too intothat guy she's with to go for anything else.

Rachael Chambers [pb 4]: ~gives a pained look to Marie~ Why are you calling me sweetheart. I'm far from sweet. Some feel I'm a real bitch.

Keith Newcomb: Charles: "No, but she has a look about her, doesn't she? Classy, well bred."

Alice Newcomb (& rottweiler): Arches a brow at Keith. There's a type he won't approache? There may be hope for her friends yet.

Marie Delacourt: Her brows draw together slightly as she regards Rachael. "I do not know you, dear," she says, voice soft and faintly cold. "But I must say the language does not become you at all."

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He looks between Marie and Rachael, letting them converse for the moment, standing there calmly and quietly. The young lawyer a pillar of internal strength.

Charles Knight: "It can be a good thing." *shrugs* "But I have to agree with Cori, she appears taken."

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: "Marie, my dear," he says softly to her. "Miss Chambers is one of Mr. Craven's people. She is going to the Blackwood School soon."

Keith Newcomb: He looks over at Troy, then nods to Charles and Cori. "And they don't look like they swing." Laughs.

Rachael Chambers [pb 4]: That is correct. You do not know me ~tone icy cold suddenly~

Marie Delacourt: The young woman's eyes go wide at Troy's words and she presses her fingertips to her lips. Admiration, shock and sorrow flying quickly across her face.

Cori: *nods* yeah, very happily taken. *chuckles softly* that's not something i want to do for a long time, if ever. i'm very happy playing the field, although i admit, i'd kind of like to find a steady group of special friends.

Cori: *grins to Keith* no, in fact, i think she'd claw my eyes out if i made a move on either of them! and he'd probably do the same.

Alice Newcomb (& rottweiler): "You guys ever think about thing but sex?"

Charles Knight: "Best to look elsewhere." *nods*

Cori: *nods to Alice cheerfully* sure! i think about eating, my jewelery, my studies, herbs, my dogs, my friends, and all sorts of other stuff. *grins widely*

Keith Newcomb: Alice: "Are you kidding? I'm a walking penis." Nods to Thor as he finally takes a squat behind a tree. "Finally!"

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He gives Rachael a look, faintly apologetic.

Rachael Chambers [pb 4]: I have been promised something very special if I make it out of the school. For now I just got very beautiful nipple rings. And only the best gemstones for the chains ~smirks darkly~

Cori: *laughs softly* no, i'll keep looking there and trying not to stare. but i won't ~go~ there. *stretches lazily*

Alice Newcomb (& rottweiler): Suspects high school would have been like this, if she'd ever gone to high school, that is.

Marie Delacourt: "Forgive me," she murmurs softly, dropping her eyes to the ground.

Marie Delacourt: And then she flushes scarlet, a strangled, choking sound catching in her throat.

Charles Knight: "Oh, certainly. I'm usually hanging out with physicists, and some of them it'd be hard to believe have ever or would ever have sex."

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He frowns a little at Rachael's comment, but says nothing. Mutely disapproving of the remark's obvious intent. His hand rubs over Marie's, comforting.

Cori: *grins to Charles impishly* you should maybe ask one out sometime. you might just be surprised!

Charles Knight: "Hey, I'm one of them!" *grins* "I hang out with them because they're my colleagues and coworkers."

Alice Newcomb (& rottweiler): Grins at Charles. "Have you?"

Rachael Chambers [pb 4]: Oh, excuuuuuse me. Did I hit some improprieties now? May I please be excused? ~ready to walk though with or without permission~

Cori: *chuckles softly* surely there's at least one lady scientist you'd like to ask out. go for it!

Keith Newcomb: He contributes nothing else to the conversation, just holding the leash and leaning against the tree.

Alice Newcomb (& rottweiler): Keith> "Oh, and by the way, don't forget my birthday is Tuesday."

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: "Be all means, Miss Chambers." He nods a little bit, watching her with a stony expression. "I wish you the best of luck at Blackwood...may you come through as unscathed as possible." The last spoken quietly, so as not to carry past their immediate vicinity. As displeased as he may be by the woman's intent to insult him, it is a sincere sentiment.

Charles Knight: "Well, I don't think I should comment on that one, Alice. But I'm 30, and I've spent time in Europe." *then to Cori* "Oh, I wish!"

Marie Delacourt: "I wish you well, Miss Chambers," she says softly, lifting her eyes to the girl's face. "Come home safe."

Rachael Chambers [pb 4]: I'll be sure to tell Mistress Tasha and Master Viktor when I get to the Dungeon to spank me for my inproprieties ~smirking darkly again as she heads on out of the park with an over exenuated sway of her very young ass~

Alice Newcomb (& rottweiler): Charles> "I take it you haven't seen the movie The Thirty Year Old Virgin?" *Grinning*

Alice Newcomb (& rottweiler): Blinks at Keith. "Male escorts?" He does not mean for her?!

Marie Delacourt: "Dear God," Marie gasps, pressing her fingers more tightly to her mouth, looking on the verge of being well and truly ill.

Cori: *bursts into laughter at Keith's question* that, i don'tknow. but i'm sure i can help you track down a virile guy hottie for Alice. *tries to give Alice an innocent look. really, she tries!*

Ewan March (PT): *Meanders along with an easy swagger, looking as if he just won the lottery to judge by the big smile*

Charles Knight: "The movie was Forty." *Shrugs* "And I'd rather end this discussion now. Yes, I've had sex before, and that's the end of it." *rolls his eyes*

Cori: *begins laughing harder, a few tears rolling down her narrow cheeks* oh, good grief. this convo is the theme of the day--earlier convo was about masturbation,before you guys got here.

Ewan March (PT): *Ewan, at first glance, would strike many as being some sort of scruffy ruffian. On second glance though, it’s noticeable that it’s a look the young man cultivates, rather than just an unfortunate fashion mishap. His wavy black hair hangs in a mess touseled kind of way to his shoulders, usually tucked unceremoniously behind his ears, joined by a thin line of dark hair that follows and defines the angle of his jaw, to the scruffy soul-patch on his chin. His skin is dusky, already a fair olive before being hit with the sun. Angled brows arch over dark brown eyes containing a constant gleam in them, the rest of his face defined by a slightly curbed, short nose and lips that seem to be a smirk in their natural state. The rest of him is lean and athletic, with a constant sense of energy and activity around him, from the swaggering bounce in his step to the swing of his arms. His attire is neat but not overdone, most often a pair of jeans that show off his shaped lower half in a flattering manner, and whatever combination of tops best suits mood and weather. Most often a simple button shirt under a dark-colored jacket.*

Keith Newcomb: Cori: "My budget is $50. You think that'll be a problem?" Grinning as she plays along.

Alice Newcomb (& rottweiler): Smirks at Charles. "Hey, you guys were the ones talking sex. Don't get all prudish on me for joining in."

Cori: hmmm...*taps her chin, grinning at Keith.* not sure. maybe if you toss in a video game....

Keith Newcomb: Cori: "Pity I missed it. I would have had a lot to contribute."

Keith Newcomb: Cori: "Well, she *does* like 'em young."

Alice Newcomb (& rottweiler): Quirks her lips at Keith and Cori. "I can find my own date, thank you. I was hoping for art supplies."

Cori: *and then grins even wider* hey, Alice--what suits your fancy best? ya know--tall, short, lean, muscleboy....heck, blonde, brunette, ro redhead? *big brown eyes twinkling*

Charles Knight: "Well, I didn't start it, and it was mostly them. I'm not pruding, there are just some things that you don't discuss in Battery Park."

Keith Newcomb: Alice: "I need to teach you do music, so I can have someone to jam with."

Alice Newcomb (& rottweiler): Gives Keith a look that promises damnation should he give away any of her video games.

Cori: *grins to Keith* i bet you would've. and even more on other topics. *another playful wink* she's got a good idea though--get 'em young, train 'em right. *grins to Alice* but what says "i care" as much as making sure you have LOADS of fun on such a special day? *that look. devilish. no other word really does the trick*

Ewan March (PT): Evenin' *He flashes a big smile and a tip of his nonexistant hat to the group he spies up ahead. Just the hint of a Scottich accent*

Alice Newcomb (& rottweiler): Keith> "You shoulda seen me singing at that German club last month. Got dragged right up on stage. They cheered me!"

Cori: *giggles* mea culpa--i think. for the topic, i mean. and no apologies shall be garnered from me.

Charles Knight: *Charles just sort of shakes his head...this is going a bit out of control*

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He sighs and shakes his head, watching Rachael go. "Oh, dear."

Cori: *gives Ewan a cheerful grin and a nod from where she sits on the ground, by the path. then giggles at Alice* i once made folks leave when i sang--at a karaoke club. i like music, but i so can't sing.

Keith Newcomb: He blinks. "German club? Hard Times? You were singing *there*? Christ on a frozen popsicle stick, you're lucky you came off stage with your clothes still on!"

Charles Knight: "Half the fun of karaoke is knowing that you suck and that everyone who gets up there sucks."

Cori: *grins at Charles* BUT, i maintain that i suck ~more~ than most of the others. *chuckles*

Marie Delacourt: "She does not believe she will come back I do not think," Marie murmurs.

Alice Newcomb (& rottweiler): "Scared the hell out of me when they dragged me on stage, but I pulled it off." *Grinning as she recalls the excitement and adrenalin.*

Charles Knight: "You're on. It's distinctly possible that I'm the single worst singer on this planet."

Alice Newcomb (& rottweiler): Keith> "Yep, that's the place! It was a blast!"

Cori: *gives ALice a wry grin* you ever wanna go back there to sing, make sure someone comes with? maybe? *and beams at Charles* awesome. want to make this more fun?

Alice Newcomb (& rottweiler): "Shall we hit a karaoke bar?"

Charles Knight: "Oh? What do you have in mind?"

Ewan March (PT): Awww, not everyone sucks at kareoke. Well 'less the folks listenin' are sober I suppose

Keith Newcomb: He rolls his eyes. "I *so* love the idea of my little sister getting herself knifed in some dive bar."

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: "We shall have to trust in Gaia that she will," he murmurs quietly back to Marie.

Alice Newcomb (& rottweiler): Cori> "It was cool, the band was lookin' out for me. I was fillin' in for someone who had to leave suddenly. Just didn't realize he was serious when he said, Alice will take my place."

Marie Delacourt: She nods and lays her cheek against Troy's shoulder. "I am sorry that I drove her off, love."

Cori: loser gets to treat the winner to dinner at a place of the winner's choice. within the city, i mean. no flying out to Tokyo for fresh sushi or anything likethat. and we decide....by having someone else count the winces on the audience's faces. people who get up and leave are worth two points.

Alice Newcomb (& rottweiler): "Hey, I was perfectly safe."

Cori: *chuckles to Ewan* trust me. i really, truly, suck at singing.

Keith Newcomb: He glances over at Ewan with a bit of suspicion.

Charles Knight: "You're so on."

Cori: *offers Charles her hand* shake on it to seal the bargain. *grins widely*

Ewan March (PT): *Gives Keith the smile of someone who frequrntly joins in on other people's conversations*

Charles Knight: *he'll shake her hand* "Deal."

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He leaves quietly, with Marie on his arm.

Keith Newcomb: His smile is slight in return, still a hint of suspicion. "I'm Keith. And you are...?"

Cori: heh, and we can invite folks to witness the horrible event if ya want. Alice and Keith here. maybe even this guy here. *grins cheerfully to Ewan*

Keith Newcomb: ((that was to Ewan *L*))

Alice Newcomb (& rottweiler): Points at Ewan. "He's the judge for the contest." *G*

Ewan March (PT): Oi, my fault. *He offers a hand with a lift if his brows* Ewan March.

Cori: that's a good idea, Alice! *grins to the girl and begins the process of getting all the way off the ground onto her feet. as tall as she is, she's got a ways to go.*

Alice Newcomb (& rottweiler): "The contestants can suck up by buying the first round of drinks."

Charles Knight: "The more the merrier. Let it never be said that I was afraid to sing poorly in front of an audience."

Ewan March (PT): Awwww, do I have to? *He wrinkles his nose a little twitchily* My ear for music mean y'all will sound like brayin' jackasses just the same... *A wry smirk*

Cori: *chuckles to Alice* fair by me--but unless you're twenty-one, i ain't buying you anything with booze in it. *grins*

Keith Newcomb: He shakes the hand firmly. Maybe a little too firm.

Keith Newcomb: Cori: "She's 17 and she isn't drinking."

Cori: *grins to Ewan* see, your job's going to be to watch the audience and see who winces the most when he and i sing. i mean, who makes morepeople wince. or outright leave.

Alice Newcomb (& rottweiler): Ewan> "Suck it up. That's the price of hopping into the conversation."

Alice Newcomb (& rottweiler): Scowls at Keith. "When did you turn into Dad?"

Cori: *nods to Keith* good enough by me. *chuckles* she can have soda, or, like a Shirley Temple or something.

Ewan March (PT): Alice: Oughtta be watching where I hop from mow on, I suppose, huh? *He flicks some hair back* Well alright, but I get drinks outta it, too.

Ewan March (PT): Keith: Good grip. Soft palm though. lotion?

Alice Newcomb (& rottweiler): Blinks at Keith, then grins. "Have you been into my beauty products again, dear brother?"

Charles Knight: "Fine, you get a drink. And Alice, neither of us would be willing to buy you alcohol anyway."

Keith Newcomb: Alice: "Ouch!"