Morgan Connor: What she wanted, what she really
wanted, was a better sandwich. Morgan Connor decided to take her lunch in the
park and the courier had decided that it was best she just take the time and eat
her dang peanut butter and jelly. She was sitting on a bench as people in the
park headed through and ran and did whatever it was that New Yorkers did in a
park. Morgan? Well, Morgan just wanted to eat lunch. And this is where we open
our scene: in a park with a rather solid, but slightly heavyset Fianna eating
her lunch.
Keisha Ballard: The young woman, maybe 25 or so, is
clearly making her first trip to Battery Park. It's clear because she's doing
that thing that first-timers do when they enter the park...which is, stop and
admire the size and majesty of the place. Even as overly-maintained as the flora
is, it's an impressive area, and Keisha takes a moment to appreciate it.
She's dressed in an olive tank-top that is a bit darker than her mocha skin,
with a pair of barge pants to boot. She's carrying a staff, one that extends to
her full height, and while that may seem odd, she's thinking nothing of it. Hair
goes to her shoulder in tiny dreadlocks, and she smiles a bit as she looks
around, taking it in.
Laidan: This is a bit far for her- she's kept
mostly to Central Park lately. But she can't stay hidden forever and she finds
herself moving down a path carefully. Battery Park is, perhaps, a bit far from
Central Park but that's where her wandering has brought her. She's a taller
woman, somewhere about 5'9", but looking a touch on the thin side. Paler, with
freckles and long, curly red hair that hangs freely. She's dressed in a loose
sundress, one that's obviously been worn for some time, to the point that it
will probably have holes soon. Someone has gotten sandals on her, at the very
least, flip flops that are a little too big, and she doesn't seem to much like
wearing. Still... she seems happy if a little off, a little spacey. The most
striking thing though are her eyes, a bright, stunning blue that never seem to
focus on anything... [Fianna PB3!]
Morgan Connor: Man, she thinks, peanut butter and
jelly is freaking awesome. bite, chew, swallow. She has a bicycle somewhere, but
she isn't really sure if it's going to be there when she gets back. She looks
down at her boobs, and brushes bread crumbs off her rack. She brushed it off.
The female heads on down the way, and ends up passing-
"Holy crap-" she says. The Fianna, the one who isn't well bred. She looks at the
woman with the staff, "-that is huge."
Scott Ahlberg: Scott's sitting with Morgan. Don't ask his player why;
something to do with avoiding serendipitous convergence of Kinfolk upon a fixed
location in the middle of a city of several million people.
The man has the funds and the means to purchase fresh clothing when he happens
to dirty a suit putting down a clawed monster in a filthy subway car. Perhaps if
he had known that would be part of the plan yesterday he would have brought some
with him, but that gives him something to do with his morning.
So, the weather being what it is, the tall, solidly-built but not heavyset male
sitting next to Morgan on the bench is still dressed well, but not as though
he's about to head off to a board meeting. Next to him are a briefcase and a
folded dry cleaning bag.
Holy crap-- Morgan says, and he looks off in the direction she's indicating.
"Uh..." he says.
To those who are aware of such things, there is more to his bone structure and
his blue eyes and dark blond hair than the rest of humanity is capable of
understanding. [PB 2: Get of Fenris.]
Keisha Ballard: [[Oh right, CoG PB 2]]
She looks over in the direction of Morgan's exclamation and smiles. "All-purpose
tool. Lever, hiking aid, self-defense and fashion accessory." She extends a
hand. "Hi...I'm Keisha."
She's offering a handshake and greeeting to someone she just ran into on the
street. If the lack of the New York accent didn't make it clear she's not a
native, that did.
Scott Ahlberg -> Keisha Ballard: [Homeboy's rocking Recognize Garou.
What's Keisha's Rage?]
Keisha Ballard -> Scott Ahlberg: [[An almighty 3!]]
Laidan: A tilt of her head, a slowing as she realizes
there are people around and she could very well run into them. Her steps become
more careful and her head cocks as she listens, sniffing curiously for a moment.
And then she stops to just listen. Which is probably a little odd.
Morgan Connor: The Fianna looks at the Child of
Gaia, and she blinks. There's a smile on Keisha's face, but Morgan? Well, Morgan
doesn't seem so sure. She looks at the staff, and she looks at the hand, but she
smiles anyway. Takes her hand and gives it a shake because, well, it was
offered. because that's the polite thing to do and... There's a hitch with how
Morgan takes her hand. It's delayed, wary. Maybe she is from these parts.
"Hey, I'm Morgan, it's nice to meet you.... so, you're a
hiking fan?" She looks at Scott for a brief second, offers him part of her
sandwich, but doesn't seem like she plans on changing her current position any
time soon. Strength in numbers and all that.
Scott Ahlberg: Back home--whichever designation of 'home' one chooses to
use for this young man--walking up to another person and introducing oneself was
not a sign of hostility but hospitality. It was expected.
Either it's the fact that he can damn well tell what the staff-wielding woman is
underneath her clothes and skin, or it's the fact that his own accent drawls
just a bit as he speaks; either way, though he seems hesitant, even shy, as he
speaks up, he does in fact return the greeting.
"Hi," he says, so as not to interrupt Morgan.
Keisha Ballard: "Little bit of one, yeah. I like
getting out into the fresh air when I get the opportunity." She smiles, and
looks over to Scott to offer him a similar smile accompanied with a wave.
"Hello."
Morgan Connor: "There's a place up in Jersey that's
really nice, you should go! It's got a really different feel to it. You've been
to the Pine Barrens, right?"
Keisha Ballard: "I haven't, no." She shakes her
head. "I'm still new to New York...just arrived earlier in the week. It sounds
nice, though."
She gives a look around. Even here in the second-biggest
park of the city, the skyscrapers loom oppresively easily within sight. The
Statue of Liberty, if you were so inclined to look that way and had a shot
through the maintained trees, would have a clear view. She looks at Laidan,
realizing she can't see byt he unfocused look in her eyes. The woman gets a
"Hello," before she turns her attention back to the two kin. "What's it like?
The Pine Barrens, I mean."
Laidan: A smile is given to Keisha, a warm if
slightly not quite there look, and a soft 'Hello' back. But then the woman is
moving again, wandering down a different path, head tilted ever so faintly as if
listening to something no one else can hear.
Laidan: [Migraine. Thanks guys, g'night]
Morgan Connor: [Good night! thanks for the play!]
Morgan Connor: "It's got potential, but really I
think what makes it interesting is that there's so many stories to the place.
It's really stark, and it's really dark, but it's got so many different types of
plant life and animal life that you get over it," she says. She stops and thinks
about it for a minute, "I'd be careful, though. not a lot of people come through
the area, so you might be in something's hunting grounds. I know there's bobcats
out there."
Keisha Ballard: "Sounds interesting." She smiles,
nodding. "I'll be sure to be careful though, if I check it out. Don't want to
end up pissing anything off."
Morgan Connor: "Well, basically if you just
respect their space you won't have anything to worry about. But, yeah, I go
camping out there sometimes and I'm fairly certain there are some places that I
don't need to be. All things considered, New Jersey isn't as bad as that show
makes it out to be." Her voice is reassuring. The female makes good contact,
pays close attention to the woman in front of her before t seems to dawn on her
that the man sitting with her has been pretty quiet. She casts him a look, but
before she says anything she ends up stuffing the rest of her lunch in her
mouth. She could have gone for a better lunch, but we digress. She wipes her
hans off on her jeans again.
"So," she starts, and takes a second to swallow again. It has to get the peanut
butter out, move it wherever it needed to be which, hopefully, wasn't the roof
of her mouth, "what brought you to New York City?.. Both of you guys, actually."
Keisha Ballard: She smiles when Morgan talks about
respecting their space. "That's pretty much what I was talking about, yeah."
She pauses as Morgan asks what brought here here, leaning against her staff as
she runs a hand through her dreads. "Needed somewhere new. Somewhere to find my
own way, get my own path set. I love home--Pittsburgh--but it was time to move
on."
Morgan Connor: "Sometimes you just have to get up
and go somewhere, I definitely understand," she replies. At about this time, the
female looks at what's left of her trash from lunch and she sits up, "I hate to
do this, but I have to get going. I hope everything works out for you here,
Keisha. Maybe we'll run into each other camping?"
Morgan Connor -> Keisha Ballard: [sorry about this!
i have to bail, I have to be up early :( )