Keith Newcomb: And he is wandering Battery again. No cigarette this time, hands in the pockets of his leather Misfits jacket. Today's t-shirt is Christian Death.

Keith Newcomb: He watches the other people, his hazel gaze intense. Once in awhile, his nostrils flare as if scenting something.

Keith Newcomb: He walks over to a bench, easing down on it, his expression unreadable.

Felisa Espinosa (Night): In a clearing tonight, looking up at the overcast sky with a calm expression, the result of a strange mind and a very strange past, although that might not be the best of adjectives for it. Felisa pondered a cigarette and lit it with a lazy shift of the hand.

Keith Newcomb: d10: p/a: 7,9,9,4,4,

Keith Newcomb: Ever alert, as always it seems, he watches Felisa, not saying anything yet or hailing her.

Felisa Espinosa (Night): d10: per+alert: 7,10,1,6,4,

Keith Newcomb: He has chosen to sit near a broken street light, so he is cast in mostly shadows, but the nearly full moon gives him away.

Felisa Espinosa (Night): Seems that they lock eyes after a moment. Felisa's expression is blank, as it always is, and she waves a little, being polite. She can be polite when she wants to be, and usually is.
Hard to know what goes behind those eyes though.


Tyler Hall: *this at night?*

Felisa Espinosa (Night): *yes it is, points to the name*

Keith Newcomb: ((It's at night.)) His expression is blank as well, before he remembers himself and smiles to Felisa.

Tyler Hall: * A tall skinny guy with nice dress slacks walks into the area*


Tyler Hall: * wonders if he scared everyone away.*

Keith Newcomb: He's sitting on a bench, long cream-blond hair nearly glowing in the moonlight. His narrow face is young and attractive, looking to be in his early 20s. About six feet tall, roughly, with a black leather Misfits jacket, black jeans, and a Christian Death t-shirt. He is very well built, with a muscular upper body and broad shoulders, his waist trim and narrow.

Felisa Espinosa (Night): So, now what?
She sits up, but doesn't get up. There's a slow blink of the lids, a tilt of the head. Expressionless as always, and a plume of smoke appears just below her mouth.


Tyler Hall: *Tyler sits on the bench next to the stalwart figure as if to feed birds*

 

Keith Newcomb: He turns his head to regard Tyler, something cold in his hazel eyes before he smiles rather nicely, turning his expression from cold to charming.

Tyler Hall: *leans back* Nice night is it not?

Keith Newcomb: "It is, if you like it bright." He sighs, glancing to the moon. "But it's alright." He looks to Felisa with a faint smikr, then to Tyler. Battery Park is so ripe for plucking. "I'm Keith."

Felisa Espinosa (Night): Seems that Keith is distracted by a tall fellow with quality trousers. Very strange... and there seemed to be a shift in gears just then. That makes her curious, and it is that curiousity that makes the little woman get up.

Tyler Hall: *Tylers face forms a smile, and pushes his hand out for a shake* Ah Keith, nice to meet you. Im Tyler.

Tyler Hall: * Tyler pauses * Oh! Im sorry I didn't mean to interupt anything. I'll go.

Felisa Espinosa (Night): ((desp coming))

Tyler Hall: d10: test: 5,9,4,2,

Keith Newcomb: He shakes the hand, his own dry, warm, and very strong. "You didn't interrupt anything," he says smoothly.

Keith Newcomb: ((Keith's pic is in the picture gallery for characters. *G*))

Felisa Espinosa (Night): ((Description: She's Puerto Rican, and the mixture of african, indian, spanish and french bloodlines mixed together to form a olive-skinned melting pot of a teenager. She's pretty but not overly beautiful, the type of woman that you would try to continue conversation with if she walked up to you and asked the time, not that she would do such, or that you would ask her once you saw the hip-hop clothes, baggy cargo and hoodie, an overall thug-lite look. She's fairly avarage in height and weight, perhaps a touch taller than the typical Puerto Rican, with dirty brown hair and dark eyes that hint at a savage intellegence. App:3))

Tyler Hall: *Tyler's hand cold yet inviting shakes firm, Tyler continues to look forward.* What brings you out tonight Keith.

Felisa Espinosa (Night): And this woman that's somewhere in the upper teens from the looks of her, adjusts her doo rag and saunters over, her ciggie hanging out of her mouth like a comic book character, dark eyes slowly taking everything in.
"Keith. You look well. But you always look well."


Keith Newcomb: "Looking for trouble, excitement...new friends." An amused twitch of his lips. He lifts his chin to Felisa. "Evening, Fel. Thank you, you look quite well yourself. And I am, in fact, quite...spiffy."

Tyler Hall: ((Tyler have a well ironed button up shirt and nice dress slacks with a short hair cut. He is simi pale))

Keith Newcomb: He looks like what he is pretty much, a rocker type, a metalhead. Lightly tanned, a bit of color to his face.

Tyler Hall: "You know that is exactly what im here for. Seems fate has planned for us to meet this eve."


Felisa Espinosa (Night): "Spiffy?"
She lowered her head slightly, amused by that. Keith. Spiffy. No, it didn't fit his persona at all. "Seems that everybody is hanging out in Battery despite it all. Good for a deadpool if somebody's morbid enough"
Felisa looked over to the stranger. "And who might you be?"


Keith Newcomb: "Has it?" He grins. "Moirai must be watching us."

Keith Newcomb: Felisa: "Anyone taking bets on when the next body shows up?" He laughs, amused by the macabre it seems.

Tyler Hall: *Tyler leans over to meet her eyes* Hello, I am Tyler Hall. Please to meet you.


Felisa Espinosa (Night): "Twenty bucks says two weeks."
She looked at Keith and shrugged before turning to Tyler. "Just Fel for me, and I'm pleased."
She smiled, which in a way was a little alarming.


Tyler Hall: *interested* I am very new to Newyork, and in need of umm friends.

 

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "Actually, I'll change that. Too early."
She appeared to think about it for a second, linking things together. Apparently the teen was a ponderer type. She took the card and looked at it. "Historian? Any particular specialty?"


Tyler Hall: "Ancient History to be exact, mmmmm and maybe a dabble in the occult here and there." *smiles*

Keith Newcomb: Fel: "If it's a serial, I don't think he's escalated to a new murder in two weeks. The escalation *will* happen, just not yet. What has been his time frame? Every month or so? He'll be escalating soon."

Keith Newcomb: He arches a brow at Tyler. "The Occult, huh? Excellent. I'm sure you and I might find some things to discuss."

Tyler Hall: "See just as I thought. Fate my friend. Fate."

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "Possibly Keith, he's seasonal. Once every three months, but it's not on the offical changes of the year, that's not his pattern." She smiled a little. "Apparently he has a unibrow."
Tyler got a nod. "So, like, an occultist?"


Tyler Hall: "And Fel what about you?"

Tyler Hall: "Some might call me such, but its so cliche. So many claim to be."

Keith Newcomb: "Moirai speaks." He stands up. "But I have a lesson to give." Felisa: "I haven't studied his pattern yet." Smirks. "But I'm sure it'll emerge. Maybe it coincides with the changes in fashion since he's slicing up models."

Tyler Hall: (ooc Moirai?)

Keith Newcomb: ((The three Fates, in Greek mythology *G*))

Keith Newcomb: "May all the mangled corpses in your lives be pretty." He laughs and gives a mock bow, heading off. ((Thanks for the scene!))

Tyler Hall: "It was fate that we met and the pleasure was all mine."


Felisa Espinosa (Night): "Possibly, I haven't really concentrated on the fellow, I've just been getting the occasional snippet and I seem to have a mind for puzzles."
Turning to Tyler, she rolled her shoulders. "Am I an occultist, is that what you're asking? I wouldn't say so, no."


Tyler Hall: *looks to fel* "So what do you do?"

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "I'm eighteen years old," she said, pinching her cigarette out, "as far as a carrer goes I haven't much thought of it."

Tyler Hall: d10: aura perception: 10,6,7,4,6,

Tyler Hall: (what shade is your aura?)

Felisa Espinosa (Night): ((just what I was about to do))

Felisa Espinosa (Night): ((Pale Light Blue))

Tyler Hall: ( lol )

Felisa Espinosa (Night): ((and rather hypnotic))

Felisa Espinosa (Night): d10: aura perception :wp: 8,8,6,9,9


Tyler Hall: *Tyler looks to you as if checking you out*

Tyler Hall: (nice role) (pale, Rose & light blue)

Tyler Hall: (deepest color - yellow)

Tyler Hall: roll**** " So my dear Fel what is your family?"

Felisa Espinosa: ((Sorry, got the boot. Gimme 30 sec))


Felisa Espinosa: "Idealistic one, aren't you?"
She sighed, or at least appeared to, and then sat next to him. "You really should be a little more careful, especially here, yeah? We aren't the only things walking around."


Tyler Hall: Yes I know, but I have also learn Kindred are the least trusted.

Ravyn: Several people in the area glance over in Tyler and Felisa's direction. This is Battery Park, after all. There's ALWAYS people here.


Tyler Hall: * cell phone rings, and Tyler answers* "Now?, ugg alright." *looks to fel* "I very sorry my dear, but duty calls. You have my number if you ever wish to chat.

Felisa Espinosa: "There's a reason for that..."
Felisa settled in and lit another cigarette, fighting not to do something, and when his cell phone rang the Puerto Rican got up and nodded. "Of course. I'll be seeing you, surely."


Ravyn: A couple eyes watch Tyler as he walks out of the place, then go back to what they're doing. Except one, who makes a phone call.


Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+alert: 5,9,10,9,1,

Felisa Espinosa: Eyes dart, first one way and then the other. Patterns are noted, reactions are considered, and then she considers the man on the phone and gets up casually, tilting her head just so.


Ravyn: The guy looks over to Felisa as he nods a little to the person he's on the phone with, and then hangs up. Sitting there calmly, watching. He's very average looking...mid-30's, short brown hair. Baggy clothes.

Felisa Espinosa: "Criminey..."
She blew a smoke ring and raised an eyebrow, then looked over in the direction of where the other two went before heading over to the man on the phone, shaking her head slightly. When she got to him Felisa maintained her distance, but it wasn't out of fear.
"And how long has this been going on?" she asked, making sure that people were well out of earshot.


Ravyn: He looks up to Fel, smiling a little bit. "Pardon me, kid? Ain't sure I know what you're talkin' about."

Tyler Hall: (ooc sorry work had to be done :) ) * Tyler glances back*

Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+sub: 7,2,8,2,9,1,

Felisa Espinosa -> Ravyn: ((He fibbin?))

Tyler Hall: d10: Aura perception : 4,5,2,7,3,10,9,

Ravyn: ((Pause for a moment. Tyler, please let people know if you're dropping nick because you're busy. A lot of what just happened was based on the assumption your PC just left. I'm fairly sure the conversation would not have happened if Tyler had still been there. Also, make sure you're using the corect amount of dice...you rolled 5 earlier, and now 7. 7 is accurate, I'm aware...just maintain consistancy.))


Tyler Hall: (( sorry i always thought I never had to use my full dice pool unless I really wanted to))

Ravyn: ((Ummm...no. You always use your full dice pool. Recton everything that happened up to Tyler's last post. The same people watched, but no phone call was made, if Tyler has not left.))


Tyler Hall: (alright sorry again, im know the game, but still not used to this whole online thing)

Felisa Espinosa: ((Hold on, so he states that his duty calls, and pretty much states that the talk is over and done with, correct? So the scene is over))

Ravyn: ((No problem. The rules for the site are the same as the rules for the game, with the exception of the House Rules in the FAQ. Make sure you read the FAQ's so you're up to speed on them. Also, keep in mind, we use Revised Rules. 1st and 2nd Edition rules don't apply.))


Tyler Hall: ((got ya))

Ravyn: Last posts that actually happened:

Tyler Hall: * cell phone rings, and Tyler answers* "Now?, ugg alright." *looks to fel* "I very sorry my dear, but duty calls. You have my number if you ever wish to chat.

Felisa Espinosa: "There's a reason for that..." Felisa settled in and lit another cigarette, fighting not to do something, and when his cell phone rang the Puerto Rican got up and nodded. "Of course. I'll be seeing you, surely."

Tyler Hall: ((I walked with the phone, never left the area, sorry ill be more specific next time))

Ravyn: The few people that are watching the two continue to do so.

Tyler Hall: "Umm but enough of those damn video games."

Felisa Espinosa: She glanced at the people looking at her and shook her head quietly, rubbing the bridge of her nose. Nice, very nice. Felisa wasn't about to start scanning quite yet, but being what she was the girl was naturally suspicious.

Ravyn: One of the guys shakes his head, grinning a bit, and goes back to his newspaper he was reading. Mostly.

Tyler Hall: *Tyler continues his phone call* "No its in the Ancient China section, not ancient japan."

Tyler Hall: *hang up phone and looks around the area as if something was lost*

Felisa Espinosa: She gave Tyler a look, raised her eyebrow and scratched her head, then did her level best to hide her face and keep the giggles in. What else could she do, really?
Well she could do a lot if it came down to it. Still, there was nothing funnier than watching a sane person try to act crazy.


Tyler Hall: ((gonna go ahead and go now, boss is on my ass)) *Tyler heads to the street and calls hails a cab*

Ravyn: The guy looks up from his newspaper, watching Tyler leave. Once Tyler is in the cab and left, out of view completely, he pulls out his phone and makes a phone call.


Felisa Espinosa: This might have explained how the Sheriff knew her name, or it might not have. That one was still a bit of a mystery to Felisa, but the woman seemed to be a bit farther up in the game than most: Now she knew that the area was watched.
And as they say... knowing is half the battle.


Felisa Espinosa: ((Okay guy, gotta go... we can end this scene here, and maybe start another one as Fel peeks into this, or we can pause it. Up to you, and I'll talk to you tomorrow about it. Damn fun as always Ravyn. *s*))


Ravyn: ((Above scene paused and possibly retconned completely.))