Frank Poundmaker (pt): **A hardened Cree
man, Frank has one of those faces you can’t pluck an age from. Body thin and
wiry, it lends little help in determining the dour native’s age. Under forty,
perhaps even under twenty.. its just very hard to tell, given the deep lines in
darkly burnished skin and impossible cynicism shining in dark brown eyes. From
head to toe he’s a rough looking bastard, something about his movements hinting
at the silent waiting menace and power of an avalanche, just waiting for someone
to call him down upon them. With silver shot black hair bound with a leather
strap behind him, beat up suede jacket with simple beadwork on the back, torn
grimy jeans and old shit-kicker cowboy boots that have seen better days, Frank
isn’t exactly a metrosexual. Hell. Frank probably doesn’t know what a
metrosexual is. Standing thin at 5’10, a distracted cynical smirk and a battered
guitar case held in scarred hands complete the package that is Frank ((App 2.
pb1))**
Aerin Thomas: He walks into Central Park
through the Artisan's gate, looking tired, maybe a little numb, but refreshed at
the same time. The man's got a little more relaxed feel to him from the last
time he was here...though he's dressed as per normal, with the leather trench
over the olive dress shirt and slacks, staff in hand, he just seems...a little
more at peace. He makes his way to the main path and along, looking around
casually as he does so.
Frank Poundmaker (pt): *he's watching.
thats what he does. right now, he's watching a couple nearby leave the remains
of their romantic picnic bit 3 feet away from a trash can. his lips are draw in
a thin line as hard brown eyes follow them towards the gate as they step a
little more quickly under his scrutiny. a slow shake of his head as he rises to
his feet with a creak of bones. *
Frank Poundmaker (pt):
d10: per alert: 5,7,2,4,10,
Aerin Thomas:
d10: Per+Alert: 10,5,7,6,8,2,
Aerin Thomas: His eyes fall on Frank,
pausing a moment...faint recognitioin comes into his eyes. His lips press into a
faint line, and nods to Frank, in greeting.
Frank Poundmaker (pt): *a semi familiar form.
something niggles his memory, as the wirey cree man stoops to gather take out
containers and move them to the garbage, his eyes harden on Aerin a moment,
before he puts the trash where it belongs*
Aerin Thomas: He approaches the man,
slowly but without hesitation. "Afternoon."
Frank Poundmaker (pt): It is. *he gruffs,
dumping the contents of a soda can out before tucking it in his pocket. a strand
of silvershot hair hangs free of his bound pony-tail. hard eyes picking apart
the gaian*
Aerin Thomas: He smiles a little bit,
nodding slightly. "We've met, though not...under the best circumstances." A hand
comes out, extended to the Native American. "Aerin Thomas."
Frank Poundmaker (pt): *scarred hands wipe on
his pants. he listens to something far off, before extending a grizzled hand to
shake firmly and breifly* Still Frank.
Aerin Thomas: He nods a little bit as they
shake. "I remember." He pauses a moment. "And I owe you an incredible apology.
I...wasn't quite sane last time we met."
Frank Poundmaker (pt): *a noise in his
throat, and a shake of his head, a sardonic sort of smirk on the hard natives
face.* Apologies don't fix shit. Thanks for the effort
Aerin Thomas: "No, I'm aware they don't."
He nods, expression calm. "Apologies are just words. But they are a start."
Frank Poundmaker (pt): *Frank goes back to
picking up picnic leavings, transferring them to the garbage with barely
restrained sort of simmer. once done, he brushes his hands off on his dingey
jeans and digs out a small twisted joint from his pocket* Gotta light?
Aerin Thomas: He helps Frank pick up the
trash, and then nods. "Yeah." He pulls a lighter out and flicks it to life,
holding a hand up to ward off the wind as he extends the flame for the other
man.
Frank Poundmaker (pt): *the flame licks
and dances, before finally catching as the dour native bends to coax the
marajuana ciggarrette to life. god knows the man needs to mellow, maybe its a
good thing he's lighting up. an inhalation as he straigtens, and regards aerin
anew* What'd I miss?
Aerin Thomas: He takes a deep breath, and
sighs. "They got hit." He tilts his head toward the inner areas of the Park.
"Hard...very recently, too. Bout a month ago."
Frank Poundmaker (pt): *dark eyes skate in
that direction. peer into the park. slowly they move back to Aerin .. a dark
eyebrow raises, face bland* What have they done about it?
Aerin Thomas: "Guess."
Frank Poundmaker (pt): fucking wyrmcomers..
*its said with utmost contempt, the man's form tensing unpleasantly as he puffs
at his joint. he looks to aerin* and your excuse?
Aerin Thomas: "Working on it," he says. "I
have suspicions...not ones I'll vocalize here. I'm investigating as best I
can...not based out of here, but I'm part of the point of contact group for the
Finger Lakes."
Frank Poundmaker (pt): i see. *its growled
out, the man considering aerin with dark eyes, glow of the joint cherry lending
a glint to them in the darkening park. the joint is suddenly offered in Aerin's
direction*
Aerin Thomas: He actually considers a
moment, before shrugging and taking a hit off of the joint. It's held in, smoke
filling his lungs, and he holds it like a pro. He passes the joint back before
exhaling the smoke with a nod. "Thanks.
Frank Poundmaker (pt): *a grunt as he takes
the joint back. a long moment of just standing in silence before he takes a drag
and gruffs on exhale* How can I help clean up your mess?
Aerin Thomas: He smiles a little bit.
"Depends. You gonna be hanging around here, or heading up to Finger Lakes or the
Adairondacks?"
Frank Poundmaker (pt): Its alot of long
walking to get to the Adairondacks. *he gruffs* I'll be here.
Aerin Thomas: "Good." He nods to that, and
leans in to murmur quietly to the man.
Aerin Thomas -> Frank Poundmaker (pt):
"Like I said, I'm the part of the point of contact for Gaia's Hand, but the new
Grand Elder here and I had a bit of a falling out. I think he may be
involved...he's a Fang. If you can get in close, see if you can nudge aside a
few rocks, see if anything crawls out, that would help."
Frank Poundmaker (pt): *an insane
wyrmcomer is leading the sept. oh. dear. frank's jaw pulses. a nod. he leans
back and offers the man the joint*
Aerin Thomas: He takes the joint for
another hit and passes it back, fragrent smoke wafting away. "So yeah...that's
the main focus, so far. Also an influx of the Stormy types lately."
Frank Poundmaker (pt): sneaky fucks. *a
grunt, he gives a hard smirk* but at least they're honest about being sneaky
fucks.
Aerin Thomas: "True enough," he says with a
nod and a slight smirk. "Something to keep a potential eye on, though."
Frank Poundmaker (pt): *a nod. the joint is
quickly becoming un-smokable, bc pot burning quickly and potently. Frank takes a
drag off of it and offer the last bit over to aerin with scarred fingers.. he
stops listening to somethin far off, a nod, as if in agreement* better'n the
irish. *his jaw twitches , another nod*
Jocelyn Pasqual: *She's feeling slothish
after too much to eat, appearing without her backpack for the first time ever. A
leap of faith on her part. She heads through the park, looking more or less like
she's got a destination in mind*
Aerin Thomas: He waves off the last hit
with an appreciative shake of his head. "Not a fan of the Irish, eh?"
Aerin Thomas: A glance over his shoulder,
glancing at Jocelyn as she enters the park.
Frank Poundmaker (pt): I'm not a fan of
anything with skin that white *he says plainly. frank? a racist? but.. he's cree!*
least of all after what they have done to my country. *his lips part to show
silvery white teeth, before the gruff native settles himself with a toke off his
joint, finishing it up and squiching the cherry between his finger to put it
out. roach tucked in his pocket as his eyes skate around*
Eddie: *tromps into the park. time to rest
before she heads home. good thing there's still a few stores open on a holiday*
Aerin Thomas: Eddie gets a glance, and a
smile. He nods to her before looking back to Frank with a little shrug.
Acknowledging the man's opinion, neither validating nor invalidating it.
Jocelyn Pasqual: *Not much to do with
her hands when one of them isn't clutching her bag. Her arms cross in front of
her, paying dangerously little attention to where she's going*
Frank Poundmaker (pt): (i'm outta here innn..
30 minutes i regret))
Ewan O'Mailly: *He's been trying to shadow since she left
the house. He walks lightly as he keeps Joc in sight.*
Eddie: *grins to Aerin and lugs a double
armload of bags his way* hey, sweetie. *grins to him* so you know, you're gonna
get a hug once i set down these bags. *grins happily to Frank*
Jocelyn Pasqual: *Should have gone to
Battery, just in case. But then, it's sooooo far away. And psychos might have
holiday plans too*
Aerin Thomas: "Hey, Eddie...that works for
me." He grins to the woman. "How are you?"
Ewan O'Mailly:
d10: dex+stealth: 10,5,6,8,7,5,1,
Eddie: *chuckles, setting them down* i'm
awesome. you? *and hugs the man happily*
Frank Poundmaker (pt): *Dark eyes play over
jocelyn. a shake of his head and a smirk, his eyes slip back to Eddie. flat.
that hug comment had best not be to him. he takes a long stride away, just in
case, bending to pick up a gum wrapper with a creak of his knees. he can't
resist, he gruffs to jocelyn as she nears*
Ewan O'Mailly: *He keeps on fallowing her, moving into the
wooded part to get more cover.*
Frank Poundmaker (pt):
d10: per alert: 10,6,10,9,7,
Eddie: *eyes dancing as she observes
Frank. he's sort of like Josh, only grumpier. cute!*
Jocelyn Pasqual: *Young girl in Central
Park past nightfall, paying no attention to her surroundings. She's lucky she's
not been killed yet. She continues to wander the path, caught up in her own
thoughts*
Aerin Thomas:
d10: Per+Alert: 9,6,3,7,5,3,
Aerin Thomas: He puts an arm around Eddie.
"Been better. Been worse." He looks over at Frank, then to Eddie. "Have you met
Frank?"
Frank Poundmaker (pt): *the native man's
hard eyes slip towards the trees breifly, then back, a further snort as he
adresses jocelyn* you. come here.
Jocelyn Pasqual:
d10: per, alert: 2,5,9,4,5,
Eddie: *smiles to Frank* hey,nice to meet
you. anybody hungry, by the way? i grabbed some more groceries. you wouldn't
believe how much kids eat. *laughs*
Eddie: urm? *blinks around to see who
Frank's growling at. tilts her head slightly at seeing Joc*
Frank Poundmaker (pt): *his eyes slip to
eddie. a nod. they'd met. back to his prey errr.. jocelyn*
Jocelyn Pasqual: *She looks up, slowly,
glancing around and to the group. He eyes get big, steps pausing a moment*
Ewan O'Mailly: *Ewan moves closer as he notices Frank up
ahead. He cant help up to curl his lib as he talks to her. Luckly he keeps
himself in control, to not brake his stealth.&
Joshua Coil: *He walks into the park,
suit coat over his, well... suit. His eyes look up to the sky, as he walks.
Almost curiously. One hand is tucked into a pocket, the other is on a coffeee
cup, paper.*
Aerin Thomas: "No, I'm fine," he murmurs to
Eddie, as he looks between Frank and Jocelyn, the smile fading slightly, to a
more even, calm wait.
Brigid O'Sullivan: She's humming a soft
lullaby to the baby strapped to her with cloth. Her other children, both in a
stroller, one built for two, are napping. Too much turkey has made the little
ones sleepy, a blessing for their sometimes harried mother. For now, she finds
peace in the paths through Central Park, an oasis in the city of neon and
chrome.
Eddie: *ponders Frank a moment--and a Clue
is born! blushes a bit, her grin turning rueful. and notes a Josh* hey, Aerin.
might wanna think about maybe putting yer fingers in yer ears. you too, Frank.
Jocelyn. *of course, she's not noticed the sneaky Ewan*
Joshua Coil: *He looks back down, and
takes a sip of his coffee, and a look around.*
Frank Poundmaker (pt): come. here. *a
scarred finger crooks* please. *its not really a question. silver stands shine
from the black of his hair as he watches her* now.
Joshua Coil:
d10: per+alert: 3,8,3,2,6,
Brigid O'Sullivan:
d10: per+alert: 4,2,9,1,4,
Ewan O'Mailly: *He gets one more tree closer so he can
hear better.*
Brigid O'Sullivan: And the distracted
mother of three notices no one.
Jocelyn Pasqual: *It motivates her. That,
and the fact that she's fairly sure he can't attack her right here in the open.
She walks up to him, eyes on the ground* Hello, Ry- *Catching herself with a
cringe, as if expecting a reprimand now* Sir. *She swallows hard, not looking at
the other girl* Hi.
Joshua Coil: *He barely notices Eddie. He
seems distracted. But he wanders a bit closer, and he cants his head.* Mmmh?
*His head swivels, noticing the big angry guy after his packmate, and then,
Jeremy. He grunts slightly in greeting.*
Aerin Thomas: A brow raises at Frank's
words. He looks to Eddie, then shrugs a bit...a glance goes Joshua's way, as
well, but only briefly. His attention is on Jocelyn and Frank.
Joshua Coil: *He looks back, and notes
the woman... he's seen her before, hasn't he? Small children... oh yeah.*
Frank Poundmaker (pt): thank you. *franks
eyes flick to the trees, then back again, a nod, his grizzled warscarred hand
slipping over her shoulder as the ageless cree moves to whisper in her ear*
Eddie: *aw....he noticed. so she has no
excuse to wolf-whistle at him* hey, Josh. *grins to Aerin* if ya change yer
mind, i've got puddign cake in there somewhere. i think i got the pudding cake.
Aerin Thomas:
d10: Eavesdropping: 2,6,6,3,3,6,
Jocelyn Pasqual: *Be still, Joce.
Couple more days, and he won't be able to hurt you. Her breath holds as she
listens to him*
Brigid O'Sullivan: She tucks a loose curl
of red behind her ear as she adjusts the baby she carries in a sling.
Joshua Coil: I tried to cook, *he tells
Eddie, a wrinkle of his nose following.* Happy Thanksgiving. *The sentiment
seems oddly placed.*
Ewan O'Mailly: *Ewans fingers dig into the bark of the
tree, as he trys to control his rage. *
Brent Blackthorne: He strides into the park. He moves with an easy grace, drilled into him since he was a tot, his head held aloft. Long, wavy, deep auburn locks set off his striking emerald green eyes. He is undeniably handsome, his features defiantly aristocratic, but his face has a hard, cold edge to it, something arrogant about the turn of his lips. He is strongly built, his shoulders broad and biceps pumped, his waist narrow, though he lacks the bulging deformity that some body builders get at the thighs. He stands tall at 6'4", an imposing figure in his early 20s. http://www.wodnyc.net/modules/coppermine/albums/uploads10296/1Brent.jpg
Brent Blackthorne: He had checked out
Battery. Central was next on the list.
Eddie: mmm, i hope yer attempts went
better than mine, Josh. i burned the turkey. we ate it anyway. happy
thanksgiving to you, too. *a warm smile*
Frank Poundmaker (pt) -> Aerin Thomas: the
cub you have wrapped around your finger is following you. This sort of behavior
will get you both killed should he lose his temper over you. who do you belong
to?
Brent Blackthorne: ((tries one more
color))
Brent Blackthorne: ((~hugs lurk~))
Joshua Coil: We ordered chinese, *he says
with a nod.* It was good.
Brent Blackthorne: He glances around as he
strolls.
Brigid O'Sullivan:
d10: per+alert: 6,6,4,10,6,
Aerin Thomas: A little nod to what he
hears, and he takes a moment to look away, finally nodding to Joshua. "Joshua.
Happy Thanksgiving."
Brent Blackthorne:
d10: notice: 8,8,2,9,5,
Brigid O'Sullivan: Finally, she notices
people, even recognizes Josh which is where she's now headed with her stroller
and all. Incoming!
Jocelyn Pasqual: *Her eyes get big,
carefully pinned on the ground. A full five seconds pass before it occurs to her
that she's been asked a question, two more slipping by before she decides that
lying will only make things worse* No one. Yet.
Joshua Coil: *He looks back to Aerin, and
he nods once.* Happy thanksgiving, Jeremy.
Brent Blackthorne: Quite a few people.
Despite the cold, and the so-called holiday, he had rather expected others to be
gathered in Central. This is, after all, a vital park in certain circles.
Eddie: *nods to Josh, chuckling softly*
sadly, not too many places'll deliver where i live now. *shrugs* no matter. the
ice cream was excellent, though. *glances to Aerin curiously, then around. a
cheery nod to both Brigid and Brent*
Brigid O'Sullivan: She gives everyone a
friendly smile, of course. It's in her nature to be friendly.
Frank Poundmaker (pt): *hard eyes look
pointedly at the wooded area of the park. idiot fianna. his eyes slip back to
jocelyn, dark. the man smells of pot and old spice. he's pointedly ignoring any
sort of thanksgiving talk. he leans forward with a creak of joints and murmers
again*
Michelle (Rauko): *Well and again she was
crossing the park, slowly, staying quite off people's way, and by the tree line*
Michelle (Rauko): *she is a smallish
teenager, near her sixteen. Dirty blond, curly hair falls to her shoulders,
generally loose, eyes peer unsurely towards the world, seeming kin, but not
secure. Her frame is slender, almost small. Her hands are delicate, of large
fingers, and oddly long fingernails, even though they seem to be kept short they
have a long ness to them. Though what most call the attention are her eyes, they
look almost yellowish, like those of a wolf, with a slight red circle around the
yellow, before the white of the eyes. Her teeth seem slightly large too,
specially the canines. Despite this she still seems to draw the attention of the
eye, with her delicacy, and her instinctive shyness, that seems to give her an
exotic kind of prettiness.* http://www.geocities.com/furygodess/Rauko.html
Ewan O'Mailly: *He moves up one more tree again to hear
better. Wondering what Frank was wispering to Joc.*
Joshua Coil: *Yes, he definitely knows the
woman. She is offered a careful nod, and he cants his head. He avoids looking at
Frank and Jocelyn. Too merciful, that one, to the little kin, in his mind.*
Brent Blackthorne: A tilt of his head and a
polite nod in return to Eddie. He's ambling in that direction, where the bulk of
people are.
Aerin Thomas: The name Joshua gives him, as
always, draws a slightly uncomfortable look from him, but he merely nods. A
glance goes over to Brigid as she approaches, and then his eyes move over to
Brent. Appraising them both, a moment's pause on each, before he looks back to
Eddie and Joshua.
Joshua Coil: *Brent gets a look,
however. He moves closer to Eddie. He watches him. Threatening HIS women... he
remembers.*
Brigid O'Sullivan: "Guid day t'ye all. Me
name's Brigid." Says the woman with the unmistakable Irish accent. She'd offer a
hand, but she really hasn't one to easily spare at present.
Brent Blackthorne: He doesn't recognize
Joshua. Not a sign of recognition. Likely this is because of Joshua's current
form.
Michelle (Rauko): *oh.. and she IS making
a good way, aboiding people even before she is even close, though then she
stops, her eyes peering faintly towards the massive group of people.... halting
at all*
Jocelyn Pasqual: *She looks up at him,
head shaking* I can't.
Eddie: *smiles gently to Aerin again*
mmm....so, what'd you do for t-day, Aerin? *watching Brent and Brigid with
curiousity as they near*
Aerin Thomas: He looks to Brigid, smiling
warmly to her. "Hello, Brigid. I'm Aerin." The children get a smile, too.
Brent Blackthorne: He makes a wider berth
as he approaches, avoiding Brigid for some reason, going out of his way a bit to
do so. He stops about ten feet from Eddie, Joshua, and Aerin, no closer since he
hasn't been invited or actually greeted except for one.
Frank Poundmaker (pt): *an eyebrow raised,
irish accent from somewhere grating down his spine. he pauses, listening, before
hard eyes find jocelyn, and wait*
Eddie: nice to meet ya, Brigid. i'm Eddie.
*beams at the sleeping kids* they're beautiful. i've got four i'm fostering
right now.
Jasper: *Jasper makes his way into the park,
PDA in hand, a carry bag handle over his wrist, earpiece to his phone in ear as
he talks to someone on it...
Aerin Thomas: "Had a dinner. Bliss came
up." He shrugs. "I'm expecting some sort of hideous calamity to strike at any
moment...usually does, on the 24th." Somewhat joking, at least, though not
entirely.
Jasper: ((*switches color))
Jocelyn Pasqual: I'm. He. *Looking down
again, starting to feel sick* Please...
Brigid O'Sullivan: "T'ese are all me own.
Riordan, Connor, and Seamus." She gestures to each in turn, from smallest to
largest. "'Tis nice t'be meetin' ye all, Eddie, Aerin..an' nice t'see ye again,
Josh."
Joshua Coil: *He looks down to the kids as
well. But back up to Brent.*
Brent Blackthorne: He makes eye contact
with Joshua.
Michelle (Rauko): *no... if -they- look
her way she'll offer a tiny, not sure nod or finger wave to Aerin and Eddie..
but.. to many people.. NOT going over, she fidters slighlty and looks quickly
around*
Joshua Coil: You as well, ma'am, *he
offers, and then he looks to Frank and Jocelyn.*
Ewan O'Mailly: *Again Ewan shoves his fingers into the
bark of the tree. She cant what?*
Eddie: *nudges Aerin's shoulder lightly* i
hope today's an exceptiong, ya know? *tilts her head curiously between Josh and
Brent a moment, puzzled, then grins to Brigid* they're wonderful. stuffed to the
gills and zonked out now, hey? *chuckles*
Aerin Thomas: He smiles to Brigid. "I have
two newborns myself." He looks over to Joshua, and follows his gaze to Brent.
The man gets one more appraising look, before Aerin nods to him, slowly, in
silent, even greeting.
Joshua Coil: ((DLP)) *The eye contact
is kept, and he doesn't look around. He moves carefully between Eddie and Brent,
repositioning himself.*
Eddie: *smiles warmly to Michelle. eyes
Frank and Joce curiously*
Brent Blackthorne: He is aware of Aerin's
nod, but Joshua isn't looking away. Eye contact remains.
Aerin Thomas: Michelle gets a warm,
friendly smile, and a raising of his hand to her...a silent greeting.
Frank Poundmaker (pt): *ugh. white women..
melodramatic and weak. he leans in to rasp again into her ear. his eyes find
Aerin, then flick pointedly to the trees once again, watching ewan*
Brigid O'Sullivan: "Aye, Seamus an'
Michael cannae hold t'eir turkey.." She laughs lightly, a pleasant sound.
"Riordan's jus' always tired.."
Michelle (Rauko): *a shy, little smile in
return to both, staying were she is, by the tree line right now*
Eddie: *eyebrows arch at Josh's actions.*
urm....? *um...ok? chuckles softly to Bri and Aer* ya know, between the three of
us, we almsot have enough kids to open a school. *chuckles*
Joshua Coil: *No real looking away. Mine.
Mine, again... He HATES it when he gets like this.*
Joshua Coil: Hnnh? *He gets, and his head
swivels back to take a look at Eddie.* What?
Aerin Thomas: So much to watch...he looks
to Frank, and follows his gaze as well. Noting Ewan...a raised brow. Boy looks
pissed...Joshua's got things in control here. "Excuse me," he murmurs to
everyone, and breaks away, moving directly for Ewan. His staff taps on the
ground as he does so.
Jasper: *Jasper chuckles softly and
shakes his head slightly, saying something else into his phone as he does, his
attn mostly on his PDA than on his surroundings...
Brigid O'Sullivan: She looks around her
and then rolls her eyes. "Men." Playfully, of course.
Eddie: *grins to Brig* i feel sorry for
mine. i turned a perfectly lovely turkey into a bird-shaped charcoal briquet. we
still ate it--but the ice cream we had after was heaps better.
Ewan O'Mailly: *Ewan eye's fill with shock as Frank points
him out. He ducks behind the tree trying to make himself as small as posibible.*
Brent Blackthorne: Damn it! Rather
irritated when the facedown is aborted before it can really start. Ah, well.
Perhaps not the time and place for it.
Brigid O'Sullivan: "We jus' ate wi'
some cousins nearby an' t'en I decided we had t'go out fer a wee walk, jus' t'e
four o'us."
Eddie: *pats Aerin on the shoudler as he
moves off* Aerin's kids, hers, and mine. almost enough for a school between us
all. *clarifies for Josh*
Joshua Coil: *He gnashes his teeth. Dammit!
Ahh well. *He clears his htroat, and sips at his coffee. He makes a face. Cold.*
Jocelyn Pasqual: Then what do you want?
*Immediately regretting the sharp tone in her voice*
Brent Blackthorne: He looks to the
distraction, Eddie, a bit curious but remaining aloof. Still not heading over
any closer than the 10 feet, keenly aware a stranger's presence isn't always
welcome.
Eddie: *nods to Brigid, chuckling* i left
mine with a couple of awesome people who watch 'em a lot, and came out to buy
more food.
Aerin Thomas: He walks straight up to Ewan,
regarding him with an even stare.
((For those who have just arrived and need it:Aerin is a very average-looking
person. He stands 5'11", and is a little bit thin at 145 pounds. At 28 years of
age, he still has a baby-face, despite the goatee he's wearing, he is commonly
mistaken for 18-20 years old. His hair, a medium-brown, goes down to about his
mid-back, and is pulled back into a ponytail. As stated before, he has a very
youthful face, with bright blue eyes that flash with intelligence and full
cheeks. His right canine is missing, but that's neither here nor there.
Something about his features suggests maybe a Welsh origin. He's dressed in a
red lace-up shirt and black slacks, with steel-toed Doc Martins and a black
leather trench coat over the whole thing. (PB 3)))
Frank Poundmaker (pt): *the native man's
deeply lined face is blank. no amusement. just as pleasant as he always is, thin
form crouched in the grass to speak to the petrified kin, tortured hand on her
shoulder. dark eyes bore into her as his grip on her shoulder tightens ever so
slightly as he rasps quietly*
Brigid O'Sullivan: "Well, s'hard t'leave
Riordan anywhere since he's still on t'e..em..he's still bein' nursed. So, I
hafta take him wi'me, might as well bring t'e ot'er two 'round, aye?"
Eddie: *slowly steps next to Josh, leanign
against him briefly* hey, Josh, want some pudding cake? you too, Brigid. it'd be
messy, sure--but that's half the fun of eating it.
Aerin Thomas: When he gets close enough, he
leans down, weight on his staff as he murmurs to the boy.
Joshua Coil: I should bring some home
with me. Reyna and Ashlyn might appreciate it.
Jasper:
d10: Per+Alert: 3,9,7,7,5,2,
Michelle (Rauko): ((PB 3 too ye ye, me
forgets)) *Still by the tree line, very still, not wanting to draw atention of
the ones she doens't feel safe with.... though as Aerin and Eddi both are with
extrangers, she slowly starts to make her way again, aboiding people*
Eddie: *nods cheerfully* yeah, i got ya.
my youngest right now's two. oldest's nine. they're good kids.
Brent Blackthorne: He turns away, nothing
to see here apparently. Perhaps not his sort.
Ewan O'Mailly: *Shit found out he looks downwards as Aerin
stands there.*
Brigid O'Sullivan: (( She's not drop-dead
gorgeous, but there's something about her that catches the eye. It's probably
the way she carries herself with pride. Her brilliant green eyes are wise and
glimmering with hidden mirth. She looks young, likely in her early twenties, but
there's something in her direct gaze that seems so much older. Her figure is
round and lush, as it should be after years of child-bearing, but she's still
fit. After all, she has children to chase after. With this in mind, her long red
curls are often pinned back, but there always seems to be a halo of fire around
her head. That would be because of the frizz. Her curls don't do too well in the
humidity. Her smile is wide and generous and she's often dressed in homespun
clothing with her youngest son slung across her back with cloth. PB 3 ))
Brent Blackthorne:
d10: notice michelle: 2,6,5,7,4,
Aerin Thomas -> Ewan O'Mailly: "You're
acting and looking like a stalker. Probably not the best idea." His voice is
calm, relaxed as he speaks in Ewan's ear. "Especially if she's unclaimed.
Someone's liable to get...defensive. And that would be bad for the both of you."
Joshua Coil: *He looks over to Brent, once
more, and he cants his head.* You need something? *It is surprisingly not
snapped.* ((Lemmings! http://www.geocities.com/fangwulf/josh.html))
Brent Blackthorne: An appraising look at
Brigid, but he doesn't move to her. Instead, he walks the opposite direction,
his gaze falling across Michelle by happenstance.
Brigid O'Sullivan: "Riordan's goin' on six
months now an' Seamus is five..an' a half, or so he tells me.."
Aerin Thomas -> Ewan O'Mailly: "You also
need to calm down. Like, now."
Eddie: *giggles at Josh* sure. although
we'll have to figure out how yer gonna carry it, unless i just let you take the
whole thing, and you hook up with me tomorrow for my kids' half. i just bought
it. i didn't cook it, so it's safe to eat.
Ewan O'Mailly -> Aerin Thomas: ((Did he say anything
because I think I lost the post if he did.))
Michelle (Rauko): *oh... and is spotted..
which make her hat a nervious, shy glance at Brent, then down.... no..no.. no
atention, is safe... all safe*
Aerin Thomas -> Ewan O'Mailly: ((*Points
up* :) ))
Jocelyn Pasqual: *Her heart sinks, eyes
closing* Please don't. I'm sorry. I'll do whatever you want.
Eddie: *chuckles* and that half is super
important. *nods sagely. grins cheerily to Brent again. she seems freindly,
anyway*
Jasper: *Jasper nods smiling and says a
few more things into his phone as he taps on the PDA, then hangs up and slips
the earpiece away once more, his PDA going away as well as he looks around, gaze
going over Frank, then over Joc before it goes over Eddie and Josh, his
direction now taking them towards them. His gaze going to where Aerin is for a
moment then onto Michelle before it goes back to the group he's approaching...
Brent Blackthorne: However, etiquette
dictates that he not ignore a question directed to him, and he looks back to
Joshua. "I am simply new to the area and... curious." He has a distinct,
uppercrust British accent.
Brigid O'Sullivan: "Oh, aye..tells me how
much older'n his bruthair he is.."
Eddie: *grins* he's a smart lil guy, then.
*nods*
Joshua Coil: *He grunts slightly, and
nods, once.* Hm. *A pause. And he looks away from Eddie. He reaches into the
coat pocket, and pulls out a card for the Concerto, handing it over.* Any
questions. Give them a call.
Michelle (Rauko): *ohhh.... well she still
reminds frozen for a moment, before slowly edgin again, yet again with all the
detours she is doing to aboid people...*
Brent Blackthorne: Another, polite nod to
Eddie at the grin. He seems unaware of exactly how to make his lips curve like
that, or something.
Brigid O'Sullivan: "Much like his da in
t'at respect." She nods and then crosses herself with a quick, murmured prayer.
It's automatic.
Frank Poundmaker (pt): *the cree raises an
eyebrow. his eyes never leave jocelyn as he nods and makes to rise, leaning to
rasp something else down to her*
Brent Blackthorne: He takes the card,
peering at it and vaguely puzzled. "Thank you." What else can he say?
Aerin Thomas: ((Ewan, you still with us?))
Eddie: i'm Eddie. *chirps cheerily to
Brent, then tilts her head at Brigid* i'm sorry.
Jocelyn Pasqual: ((he's slow because of
work))
Joshua Coil: If you have questions, *he
mutters, trying to keep his voice more pleasant.* It's a busy area. Good club
too. Dress appropriately.
Brent Blackthorne: He blinks at Eddie.
"It is good to meet you..." No, no, he cannot simply refer to her informally by
her first name. "I am Lord Blackthorne." He gives her a short, polite bow.
Really, just his shoulders and head dipping downward, not a full bow.
Brigid O'Sullivan: "'Tis been a while now,
nearly a year." A brief shadow flits over her face, there and gone again as she
smiles again.
Michelle (Rauko): ((I say he fell asleep
*giggles*))
Ewan O'Mailly: *He nods slowly, giving a big slow breath
to calm himself. Slowly his rage supsides. He looks up to Aerin.* He scares her.
Brent Blackthorne: Joshua: Ah, this is
more to his liking and he gives the card another look. "Excellent."
Jocelyn Pasqual: *She holds her breath,
making herself lean closer to him to speak in an anxious, half whisper*
Ewan O'Mailly: ((Sorry all work. But I'm back now))
Joshua Coil: *He nods.* Joshua, *he says
with a shrug, and he moves back to Eddie. He's done his job.*
Eddie: *giggles softly* nice to meet you
too, Blackthorne. how long you been in the city? *head tilting curiously*
Jocelyn Pasqual: *Leaning back again as
soon as the words are out, arms crossed tightly around her middle and her eyes
still on the ground*
Aerin Thomas: A little nod, voice low as he
speaks to Ewan.
Brent Blackthorne: He gives that same
short, polite bow to Joshua, still unable to connect him to Fatal Error.
Frank Poundmaker (pt): *a murmer more, and he
straghtens, remaining standing in front of jocelyn. at no time has his voice
raised, his face bland as ever, his eyes travelling towards Ewan. *
Brigid O'Sullivan: The infant squirms and
makes adorable baby noises. So, she just gathers him up in her arms and murmurs
soothing words to him.
Jasper: *Jasper pulls out his PDA again
and taps on it a couple of times, glancing down to it for a moment before he
looks back up, gaze going over Frank and Joc for a moment, lingering on Joc
slightly before it moves onto Eddie once more, slowing as he approaches, closer
to Joc than the others, speaking as he comes to a stop...* "Miss Sturk, if you
have a moment I'd like to talk to you in private about something..." ((Change
Sturk to Eddie if Eddie's last name isnt known around the sept))
Eddie: *nods to Brigid with sympathy* he
must've been a real good guy. *a soft smile* he left you treasures, though.
Aerin Thomas -> Ewan O'Mailly: "He's giving
her advice, from what I heard. He's gruff, even harsh, and I'm sorry that he's
frightening her...but he's not hurting her. And he makes a good point. And, for
future reference, I would stop the stalking. Among our people, stalking is
rarely play, and you could get yourself killed."
Brent Blackthorne: A faint wince at the
removal of his title by the coarse American, but he remains a gentleman to the
core, albeit a gentleman with barely restrained fury beneath the surface. "A few
days, madam," he replies to Eddie. "I come to the city from time to time, when
my duties permit me." He hesitates, and then decides to try a small hint. "I
usually vacation at the Adirondacks."
Brent Blackthorne: ~watching her reaction,
if any~
Joshua Coil: *He looks back to Jasper, and
he growls. He is CLEARLY not pleased with the man being close at all.*
Brigid O'Sullivan: "Oh, aye..an' I'll
treasure 'em always." She presses a soft kiss to wee Riordan's forehead. "T'ey
are really amazin' children an' t'ey have a fat'er t'be proud o'..one who died
wi' honor."
Eddie: ((*L* not many are likely to know her last name. *wry grin* although it's not actively hidden.)) *tilts her head at Jasper* sure, i guess so. hrm.... not too far off--i dun want random strangers making off with my stuff without permission. and i ain't asking Josh to babysit my groceries! *chcukles*
Ewan O'Mailly: *He lowers his voice as well looking
back to Aerin.*
Brent Blackthorne: He looks to Jasper, the
man interrupting his conversation, with a faint narrowing of his eyes. But
Joshua's growl captures his attention and the beginning scowl melts away. In
fact, he relaxes a small touch.
Brent Blackthorne: ((Well, he knows it NOW
*LOL* thanks to Jasper. *G*))
Jasper: *He nods and steps away from the
group, only going a short distance, still keeping those there within sight, gaze
going to Joc now and then..
Joshua Coil: *He keeps his eyes on Jasper.
He looks furious. No words, they won't be wasted.*
Jasper: ((If the name isnt common
knowledge within the sept, then it wouldnt have been used by Jasper, he hasnt
actively seeked it out))
Jocelyn Pasqual: *Her skin crawls with the
touch, panic rising more. She's not sure if she's hearing properly, but doesn't
dare ask. Instead, she swallows hard, nodding just a little* Yes, Sir.
Ewan O'Mailly -> Aerin Thomas: I'm not stalking I was
just worried about her, we want to be together...this weekend I will go through
my rite and calm her. *He looks up pleading.* I really do love her *He looks to
Frank is voice harsher.* and I dont trust him not after last night.
Brent Blackthorne: He murmurs something
about rudeness, then looks to Joshua again, a less stiff-and-formal attitude
now. "Good day, sir, perhaps we shall meet again soon. I thank you for the
card."
Eddie: *nods to Brent* well, if you want
someone to tell you some of the fun places around, let me know. happy to point 'em
out on a map and stuff. *touches Josh's arm gently, giving him a low, soothing
sound, and nods to Brigid* kids are all that way, aren't they? no child is ever
just a child. each one's a dream of a better world. a wish and a hope for good
things to come.
Joshua Coil: *He nods to Brent, but his
jaw is tight, watching until Jasper has cleared the area.*
Brent Blackthorne: "Thank you, madam," he
says politely to Eddie, and moves on his way.
Joshua Coil: *At the touch, he looks back
to Eddie.* He insulted Troy, *he snaps.*
Brigid O'Sullivan: Eddie's words bring a
warm smile to her face. "Aye, indeed.." She nods and plays with Riordan's
grasping fingers, teasing him just a little as she pokes at his palm with a
fingertip before pulling her hand back a little, leaving him to grasp at air.
Frank Poundmaker (pt): *he inclines his head
to the trees, ponytail falling over his shoulder as he gestures* that way. *he
gruffs. a shake of his head as he watches her.* and calm down. we stopped
stealing white women with thei nvention of the car. *bland. humorless*
Jasper: *Jasper waits quietly for Eddie to
join him, tapping now and then on his PDA, on the alert though...
Jasper:
d10: Per+Alert: 7,9,7,2,5,2,
Eddie: *nods to Josh and murmurs softly to
the big guy*
Brent Blackthorne: A faint, polite nod to
Brigid, but gives her that wide berth again. The reason may become more obvious
by the slightly wrinkled nose at the children.
Aerin Thomas -> Ewan O'Mailly: "I don't
know what happened last night, but Frank is a harsh, but good man. And if you
don't trust him, you shouldn't be hiding behind a tree. If you're worried about
her, you move at her side. You can't stop a sudden threat from a distance, and
threats won't give you advance warning. Just a bit of advice. Now, go to her.
Stop hiding. Just give Frank some distance." He says it all calmly.
Jasper: *A glance goes in the direction of
Joshua for a moment, then back to his PDA, some more tapping goes on...
Michelle (Rauko): ((*snickers, is back
with hot milk and sweet bread! *dances, and try to rp again*))
Aerin Thomas: He murmurs once more to Ewan,
then moves away, back toward Eddie and Joshua.
Jocelyn Pasqual: *She looks almost
pitifully confused, head tilting as she blinks at him*
Michelle (Rauko): *and well she was back
relatevilely n the same path, but coming from the aparment area across Central,
still walking slowly and aboiding people*
Brigid O'Sullivan: Brigid gives Brent a
bemused smile. "No' too fond o'children, hm?" Either that, or he's just British.
It's hard to tell sometimes.
Brent Blackthorne: He looks to Michelle as
he passes her, a polite nod to her as well, but he makes no attempt to stop her
or anything.
Joshua Coil: *He jaw tightens, and he
grumbles back to Eddie, just a slight huff. A scowl.* Fine. *And he turns, to
walk out of the park. Tossing his cold coffee away in a trash bin.*
Ewan O'Mailly: *He nods again to Aerin.* Thanks *With that
he comes out of the woods toward Jocelyn.*
Brent Blackthorne: Brigid: "Not very fond,
madam, no. I am unaccustomed to them." Though formal, even stiffly proper, he
doesn't use an unfriendly tone with her.
Eddie: *heads toward Jasper, positioned to
keep an eye on her bags. calls back to the others* anyone got a few empty
corners from holiday feasting, raid the bags. it's all good. *tilts her head to
Jasper* 'sup?
Michelle (Rauko): *oi.... the look and
the nod, makes her halt, just a light peer with those yellowish red eyes, and a
shy nod*
Brigid O'Sullivan: "If ye had some o'yer
own, I doubt ye'd feel t'e same way.." Or so she thinks. "Me name's Brigid
O'Sullivan." Once again, she doesn't have a spare hand to offer.
Eddie: *winces as Josh stalks off and
sighs softly. turns to regard Japser a tad warily*
Aerin Thomas: His eyes are curious as he
sees Joshua leaving and Eddie moving off with Jasper. Well, the party broke
up...dammit. He looks around, a hint of frustration showing on his face.
Frank Poundmaker (pt): that would be your
cue to run back to the man lurking in the trees. and tell him how the savage
redskin frightened you. *he says blandly. looking over her head a grunt* here he
comes now. go to your man.
Brent Blackthorne: He turns back politely
to Brigid, not going to ignore someone speaking to him. "Lord Blackthorne. It is
a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. O'Sullivan." That short, formal bow.
Jasper: *Jasper glances in Josh's
direction as he heads off, then he looks to Eddie as she approaches and smiles
softly to her, his voice lowering as he speaks, making certain that it doesnt
carry..* "I am wanting to know if you recognise this picture.." *He taps on the
PDA, then turns it so she can see the picture..*
Eddie -> Aerin Thomas: (*soft chuckle*
she's not going off far with him--she's not leaving her bags out of her own
sight, after all.))
Eddie: *peers at the picture curiously, an
eyebrow arching*
Michelle (Rauko): *yes... and she again
hesitates... but so.. still extrangers.. before she actually edges her way near
Aerin ... and Eddie as he is going his way.. at least... she knows Joshua...
kinda...*
Aerin Thomas -> Eddie: ((Yes, but I refuse
to have my PC's interact with Jasper unless absolutely necessary, because Ashby
is trying to fuck with me.))
Brigid O'Sullivan: She inclines her
head in kind. "'Tis nice t'meet ye, Lord Blackt'orne." A part of her bristles
just a little bit, an old Irish prejudice against the Brits, but she's all
friendly smiles nonetheless.
Jocelyn Pasqual: It's not because of that.
*Don't frown, Joce. For Gaia's sake, don't frown* I'm from New Mexico. I had
lots of Indian friends back home. That's not why you scare me.
Michelle (Rauko): *and she knows Jasper*
((meh... don't ask me why I ate the name))
Ewan O'Mailly: *Ewan comes up to Joc making sure that she
see's him and holds out his hand.*
Eddie: *blinks slowly and stands straight*
yeah. and it's not really a matter i care to discuss with someone i dunno that
well. sorry, dude. *and turns quietly, heading back to her bags with something
less than a bounce in her step*
Jocelyn Pasqual: *Her hand grabs Ewan's,
holding it tight*
Jasper: *Jasper speaks as she starts to
move off..* "Dont you care you have a sister then?"
Aerin Thomas: He looks over at Eddie,
hearing her comment to Jasper, and raises an eyebrow. He moves to meet her at
her bags, giving her a questioning look.
Frank Poundmaker (pt): *between the english acccent. the irish accent.. and being called an "indian" its clear to see the dangerous native man is bristling, wirey shell radiating a thinly restrained anger as his eyes slowly level on jocelyn again. then look back up to find Ewan. a grunt and a nod. he moves towards Aerin. he's done talking.*
Brent Blackthorne: Now there is a faint
upward quirk of his lips. Well aware of the Irish/British relations. The quirk
turns into a real smile. "Indeed, a pleasure. Perhaps we shall speak again when
I am more settled. As for now, I need a spot of supper."
Michelle (Rauko): *and oh.. she still
moves hesitatntily, eying nerviously the people she doesn't know, but she halts
relatively close to Aerin, wishpering, to him and Eddie, as she is back there*
e...evening
Eddie: *doesn't stop until she's back with
her stuff. over her shoulder to Jasper* dude. she died when i was born. again,
sorry--i really don't care to have painful memories dredged up on a holiday.
*gives Aerin and Brigid a determined sort of smile, and Brent if he's still in
the vicinity.*
Jocelyn Pasqual: *Her eyes get big* What?
*Looking up at Ewan, clearly paniced* What did I do?
Jasper: "She didnt die you know... But if
you dont really want to know, I'll let her know, if she doesnt already know.."
*His gaze flicks in Joc's direction
Brigid O'Sullivan: "Aye, guid luck. Most
places're closed t'is time o'night..considerin' t'e holiday an' all. I've some
food at me flat if ye're feelin' peckish."
Eddie: hi, Michelle. *a warm smile to the
shy girl*
Aerin Thomas: He looks over from Eddie to
Michelle as she approaches, offering her that same warm smile. "Hello, Michelle.
How are you?" A moment's pause as Jasper calls out to Eddie, eyes shooting back
to him, then to the woman he addressed. A hand comes out to rest on Eddie's
shoulder, supportively.
Jasper: *Jasper taps on his PDA and
returns it back into his coat...
Eddie: *back goes stiff. teeth grit.
breathe in, breath out, breath in, breath out....slides her fists into her
jacket pockets as her nostrils flare*
Aerin Thomas: And Frank's coming over, too.
He looks to the man with a nod.
Aerin Thomas:
d10: Persuasion: 10,3,5,9,6,6,3,
Eddie: *leans a bit toward Aerin* mmmmm....so.
what did you and Bliss have for dinner? *cheerful, cheerful, cheerful, damn it*
Aerin Thomas: Shit...he leans in, calling
on his ability to sway people, and murmurs to Eddie.
Jasper: *Jasper makes his way to where
Ewan and Jocelyn are...
Michelle (Rauko): *she peers to Jasper
then to Eddie and finnaly up to Aerin, a bit at lost, nearly like she sudenly
thought better to just flee from thre, but she murmurs* finethankyou...yo,yourself?
*with a lil peer toEddie*
Brent Blackthorne: "Oh, yes, the
'holiday.'" One can hear the quote marks he puts around it. "Thank you, Ms.
O'Sullivan, for your kindness, but I shall endeavor to locate a store. In truth,
I realize I should pay homage to this park if I am to spend any time here." That
last is said very quietly to her.
Eddie: *listens to Aerin, still stiff*
Brent Blackthorne: OOC> store=shop
Aerin Thomas -> Eddie: "Easy, Eddie. Calm
down...it's all right. You're fine...I'm right here. Ignore him."
Aerin Thomas -> Eddie:
d10: Cha+Expression(WP): 4,7,9,8,8,2,
Michelle (Rauko): *tries to smile to
Eddie, though moves, to remind close Aerin out of reach of Frank*
Ewan O'Mailly: *Ewan straitens his back and looks at Frank
trying to say she isnt cailmed now but she will be soon. He turns his head to
Joc and shakes her head.* It was you, It was me. What I did.
Eddie: *gives Aerin a tight nod and
attempts a smile. blinks at Michelle, trying to soften her expression* i'm good.
have a good thanksgiving day?
Michelle (Rauko): *shakes her head a bit
to Eddie, before she realises and murmurs*do..don'tcelebrate...it
Jocelyn Pasqual: *She leans into him* I
think I'm gonna take off while you're gone. Couple days, you know? I'll still
have my phone.
Frank Poundmaker (pt): *frank moves to Aerin,
catching his eye* I go now.. *he trails off seeing Eddie. his eyes sliiiiide
slowly to jasper, then back. then light on rauko, another nod of recognition and
another growl in his throat to the affirmative.* Yes. Goodnight. *and Frank is
off, headed deep into the park. the gaian would deal with things. for now he had
whispers of outrage to calm*
Aerin Thomas: "All right, Frank. I'll see
you later." He nods to the man.
Brigid O'Sullivan: She shifts her hold
of the infant and hands him a card with her address. "I fergive ye fer bein'
English, yer lordship, an' me door's always open ta ye if'n yer needin' anyt'in'."
She teases lightly at the first bit, but the rest is serious.
Michelle (Rauko): *and little peer to
Frank and a very faint nod*
Jasper: *Jasper smiles softly to Ewan
and Joc as he steps up, raised eyebrow to Joc for a moment before he looks
between the two of them, troubled look to his eyes despite the smile on his
face, his voice low as he speaks to them, then he moves in the direction of the
caern
Ewan O'Mailly: *He looks at her. * Will only be gone a
day, or two at most. *He pauses* Where will you be going?
Eddie: *gives Aerin another tight smile,
and blinks to Michelle* aw, too bad. s'fun. i think i'm gonna head on home,
though.
Frank Poundmaker (pt): *and the harsh native
man.. boy? man? hard to tell. anyway.. the native man dissappears into the
darkess of the park*
Aerin Thomas: His hand remains on Eddie's
shoulder, calm, even rubbing a little to work tension out. He looks to Michelle
with a nod. "Still...how was your day?"
Brent Blackthorne: He does smile again,
at the teasing, showing that he does actually know how to do that. It transforms
his face...well, not completely, but he seems more approachable, less stone
cold. He pockets the card. "Thank you very much, Ms. O'Sullivan, I bid you a
most pleasant evening." A polite nod to Eddie once more and to Aerin because
he's there, and to Michelle though he's not been able to speak to her yet.
Finally, he moves to the exit. ((Since I need to get ready to go.))
Michelle (Rauko): *a very little nod,
peering to Eddie, well she is not american to celebrate it, wishpers* bewell...*staying
still close to Aerin*
Michelle (Rauko): ((bho *S* seeya =)
))*There is a faint, so very unsure nod to Brent, with another peer*
Brigid O'Sullivan: "Have a nice day!" She
waves to him and then goes back to looking at the people who're left.
Brent Blackthorne: ((Bye all, thanks for
the scene!)) He makes his way out.
Eddie: stay safe, Michelle. *voice warming
slightly as she bends to collect her bags, rising with a grunt* oy, heck of a
long walk.....
Michelle (Rauko): *a more clam nod to
Eddie, a shy smile*
Aerin Thomas: He nods to Eddie. "All right.
Give me a call, all right? I've got some news. Some might even call it good,
maybe." A little smile, and he squeezes her shoulder a bit before letting go.
Eddie: *nods, leaning against Aerin a
moment* i'd hug you again, but i got my hands full again. *chuckles a bit and
heads out. definately not looking at Jasper*
Jasper: *Jaspers already disappeared from
sight as he heads for the caern...
Jocelyn Pasqual: I'm not sure yet.
*Looking up to Jasper when he comes over*
Eddie: *nods to Brent and Brigid as she
heads out for home*
Aerin Thomas: "It's cool. Take care." He
nods to Eddie as she heads out, and looks to Michelle with a soft sort of smile.
Jocelyn Pasqual: What's wrong with him?
Michelle (Rauko): *She peers to Eddie
again, then up to Aerin, with a low*she'll be fine, right? *woa.. no rushing*
Ewan O'Mailly: *He leans into her and looks to where
Jasper went.* You want to go to the...*He whispers in her eye.* sept?
Brigid O'Sullivan: "Be safe." She offers
up a wave, which is easy now that she's got Riordan draped over her shoulder.
Jocelyn Pasqual: Yeah.... *Shivering,
hand tight on his again* I think we should.
Aerin Thomas: He nods to the girl. "Yeah,
she'll be fine, Michelle. It's her time." His eyes flick very briefly upward to
the sky, and the half-moon in it, then back to the girl. "She just needs some
down time."
Ewan O'Mailly: *He shurges his shoulders.* I dont know.
Jocelyn Pasqual: *She starts further into
the park, tugging him along*
A Red Fox [Marcus, Kyubi]: *A little red
fox, quick on its feet.*
A Red Fox [Marcus, Kyubi]: *It moves on
the outskirts of the park, tiny nose sniffing.*
Ewan O'Mailly: Yeah...*He nods and slowly leads her to the
sept.*
Michelle (Rauko): *she nods a tiny bit,
peering the way she left*
Brigid O'Sullivan: She looks over at Aerin
and the young lady he's speaking to, just watching for a moment as she rocks her
son.
A Red Fox [Marcus, Kyubi]:
d10: per+alert: 3,5,3,9,5,6,1,3,
A Red Fox [Marcus, Kyubi]: *The poor
little beastie... it sneezes, and hard, catching a whiff of some perfume. Little
ears twitch up, and around.*
Aerin Thomas: A little smile goes to
Michelle, a hand going to her shoulder, and then he looks over to Brigid with a
smile. "Sorry about just walking off back there."
A Red Fox [Marcus, Kyubi]: *But as soon as
that is cleared, he seems to be able to find the trail. His sniffing, little
paws... he moves quickly, darting across the park. People.*
Brigid O'Sullivan: "T'at's all righ'. Ye
mus' do wha' ye mus', aye?"
Michelle (Rauko): *she blinks, usually
just shrinking at contact, but right now she peers to him, trying a very shy
smile, before she glances to the mom and babies direction... oh yes.. eyes going
to babies... so it safer.. no fidgets that way*
A Red Fox [Marcus, Kyubi]:
d10: dex+stealth: 6,7,5,2,6,9,8,6,7,
A Red Fox [Marcus, Kyubi]: *He avoids them
QUITE nicely, making his way after the scent. Fading too quickly. Babies?
Horrific.* ((Sept-bound!))
Michelle (Rauko): ((awww *G*))
Surly: *stalks into the park. deep blue hair
divided into horizontal Vs by brilliant red. clad in a pair of black leather
pants topped by a long shirt? jacket? of royal blue silky stuff patterned with
black and crimson skulls, wrapped kimono-style. her lovely face as happy as a
badger's looking for dinner*
Aerin Thomas: "I must." He smiles a little
bit. "So what do you do, Brigid?"
Brigid O'Sullivan: "Righ' now? M'still
settlin' in an' tryin' t'get me bearin's..e'en after a few months, 'tis still
hard t'find me place in t'is big city." She shrugs. "Righ' now, m'livin' offa
t'e money I've saved an' takin' care o'me babes."
Surly: *notes Aerin. and the female laden with
crotch droppings. ew. children. scowls her way over to a bench and sits,
cracking her beringed fingers absetnly*
Michelle (Rauko): *A fiant peer to
Surly, she reminds with Aerin, very still*
Aerin Thomas: He looks over at Surly and
grins to her a little, then back. "It is a tough city to find your place in," he
agrees. "Took me quite a while. Once you do, though, you'll find yourself right
at home."
Surly: *smirks back to Aerin and settles back.
reaching into her shirt-jacket thing for a small, thin book. and begins to read,
under the lamplight*
Brigid O'Sullivan: "I'm hopin' so..'tis
hard t'find where I'd be most useful. Life's so different here..faster.."
Aerin Thomas: "Where did you come from?"
Surly: *leans on her knees, booted feet
planted firmly as she reads the little book. it looks like it's been read many
times before*
Brigid O'Sullivan: "A small village
outside o'Killarney..back in Ireland." As if it isn't already obvious by her
accent.
Aerin Thomas: He nods...figured it was
Ireland, of course. Just didn't know where. "Yeah, I'd imagine that would be
quite a difference."
Brigid O'Sullivan: "Oh, aye..prob'ly
seems a bit o' a mystery why I settled here..but I've kin nearby."
Surly: *stretches slightly and keeps reading.
her face almost, for once, soft*
Aerin Thomas: He nods a little, smiling a
bit. "No, not that much of a mystery." He looks to Michelle with a smile, then
back. Surly's the next to get a look...he really should go over and say hi.
Michelle (Rauko): *she is just still and
quiet, by Aering, does tries a tiny, shy smile, but reminds silent*
Surly: *she looks. relaxed. almost. for her.
just reading her book quietly*
Brigid O'Sullivan: She nods and gives him
a smile. "Where're ye from originally?"
Michelle (Rauko): *and finally she mutters
to Aerin* I should go *softly*
Aerin Thomas: "Portland, Oregon...on the
other side of the United States. I left there and traveled around for a long
while before I ended up here going on two years ago."
Aerin Thomas: He looks to Michelle and
nods. "All right. Thank you, by the way, for all the help you've been giving Ita
and I. We really appreciate it." He squeezes her shoulder lightly, a comforting
gesture, and smiles.
Surly: *closes the book. sighs, fingers
running over the worn cover, eyes distant for a moment*
Michelle (Rauko): *smiles faintly, shyly,
shaking her head* Iliketohelp
Brigid O'Sullivan: She just listens fo the
moment, head cocking to the side while she adjusts the weight of the sleeping
baby in her arms.
Aerin Thomas: He smiles to the girl and nods. "And it's appreciated. You going to be okay getting home on your own." Warmth and protectiveness exuding from the man, toward Michelle.
Michelle (Rauko): *she fidgets slightly
but nod* y.. yes, thankyou *with a faint smile*
Aerin Thomas: "Okay. Good night, hon...be
well." He leans over for a gentle hug, then lets her go.
Michelle (Rauko): *it seems to
disconcert her, but she smiles in the end, noding, peering to him a longer more,
before she glances to Brigid, maybe in an atempt to say goodbye, but she just
ends nodding agian to AEring and starts eding away, aboiding people*
Surly: *tucks the book back into her top and
stretches*
Aerin Thomas: He watches Michelle go with a
little sigh, leaning on his staff. He keeps an eye on her until she's out of
sight, and then looks back to Brigid. "Sorry...I'm an easily distracted person."
A little grin.
Michelle (Rauko): ((seeyas laters!))*well
yea, she is goine endeing around people*
Brigid O'Sullivan: "'Tis quite all right.
I have t'ree children. I know how 'tis.."
Aerin Thomas: He nods. "She's family." A
little shrug, as if that says it all.
Brigid O'Sullivan: "An' family 'tis t'e
most important t'ing.."
Surly: *settles back. pondering the merit of
nodding to this holiday thing a bit. maybe she'll get a turkey sandwich or
something later. assuming there's a place open. should be, somewhere in this
city*
Aerin Thomas: "By far." He nods in complete
agreeance. Speaking of family...or those on the way to that status...his eyes
flick over to Surly, watching her a little bit, before looking back.
Brigid O'Sullivan: "Have ye any
children o'yer own?" She shifts her hold of Riordan..he's getting a wee bit
heavy, after all.
Surly: *watches Aerin converse with She Who
Has Spawned Copiously. huh. the mousey girl's wandered off somewhere. nothing
much else to do but watch, anyway*
Brigid O'Sullivan: Three children by the
age of twenty-three..she has been productive.
Aerin Thomas: "Two." He smiles. "A daughter
and a son...four months and three weeks, respectively." He pauses...and, is if
for the first time, realizes how that makes him sound. "It's...a long story."
Surly: *scarily productive, indeed, has Brigid
been. the leather-clad woman keeps a special eye on the spawn, in case they do
something threatening. like look at her*
Brigid O'Sullivan: It would have been
four, but she had a miscarriage once. "I can imagine. Don' worry. I won't judge
ye. 'Tis not me place."
Aerin Thomas: And somehow, in his mind,
those words mean that the assumption's been made about the situation. So he has
to explain. "Neither of them are mine, biologically. Wierd sort of relationship
situation...Tori's mother is gone, and I'm with Archer's. I just...to me,
they're my children. Whether I sired them or not, you know?" He shrugs a little
bit.
Surly: *lounges casually, flipping her hair
out of the way as she leans back*
Brigid O'Sullivan: "Ah.." It makes sense
to her now. "Ye're a good man..no' many'd take in children t'at were not t'eir
own.."
Aerin Thomas: He smiles some, shrugging it
off. "Not something to be congratulated for, to me...just a fact of life. How I
feel." He leans a little on his staff. "Thank you, though."
Surly: *good thing Aerin's not dumb enough to
ask her to babysit. ponders that sandwich again*
Brigid O'Sullivan: "T'at doesn't change
facts.." She smiles at him. "Ye're welcome, t'ough. 'Tis good t'see men o'yer
sort.."
Aerin Thomas: Another smile. "Well, it's
been nice meeting you, Brigid. If you'll excuse me...I'd better go say hi to my
friend over there, before she comes over and smacks me around. Or, possibly,
going over there will cause her to do so. It's an adventure." He nods to her,
and to the kids, before he starts to move away, toward Surly.
Surly: *eyes Aerin with a blended scowl and
smirk. like it'd half-kill her to look, ya know...pleasant*
Brigid O'Sullivan: She gives him a smile.
"Take care. I oughta be gettin' t'e wee ones home." And..of she goes.
Surly: *watches the woman and her spawn
leave warily. ew. offspring*
Aerin Thomas: He comes over and drops down
on the bench next to Surly, giving her a bit of a grin as he pulls out a smoke.
"S'up?"
Surly: *grunts. it might be a hello* not much.
debating a turkey sandwich. turkey is, supposedly, traditional food today.
otherwise, bored. *wrinkles her nose sourly* at least i had a good workout
earlier--ran into a former student, who's moved into a pure style. she's got the
gift for it.
Marcus [Kyubi]: *A red fox streaks away from the Sept, and
quickly.*
Surly: *eyebrow arching at the blur of red*
bold animals.
Aerin Thomas: "Cool..." He stops, and
blinks in the direction of the quickly running fox. Whoa. A shake of his head,
and he looks back.
Aerin Thomas: "Just a lazy day, then?"
Marcus [Kyubi]: *He curls, at the edge of
the park, to catch his breath. He looks back to the Sept, a flick of his tail.
Yes, that fox is DEFINITELY giving the dog the finger.*
Surly: *nods* yeah. not too bad, all things
considered. you?
Aerin Thomas: "So far, so good." He nods.
"I'm expecting disaster to strike at any moment, though."
Surly: don't worry, it'll happen. *grumps*
always does, and if not today,then tomorrow.
Aerin Thomas: "No, it'll be today." He
half-grins. "Trust me."
Surly: *nods* then be ready for it. *shrugs*
plan for the worst, then overplan.
Aerin Thomas: "That's always the plan,
yeah." He shrugs, and then sighs. "You feelin' good about the whole Finger Lakes
thing?"
Marcus [Kyubi]: *The beast chitters, and
wanders on his merry way.*
Surly: *shrugs* i guess. so long as nobody
starts chatting me up for that whole baby factory shit. *shudders* that would
not be good. hopefully i can get together a decent class, start teaching more.
be nice to teach people who haven't come to me out of abuse cases but who
genuinely feel a need to learn. that's rare. more rare then you might think.
Aerin Thomas: "I'm not especially
surprised." He nods a little bit. "Long as you're okay with the whole thing. I
think you'll get along with the people up there pretty well."
Surly: *eyes him a long moment* Aerin. i've
lived in just about every major city in the states. several, more than once. and
in all of them--i never get along with many people at all. i simply learn to
tolerate them to a greater or lesser degree. most of the time. *shrugs slightly*
i'mnot a very nice person, all things considered.
Aerin Thomas: "Why do you think that is,
that you don't get along with people?" He looks to Surly, curious.
Surly: *shrugs* i don't know. never really
thought about it much. maybe, because Pop kept me close. warning me against
getting too close to anyone else. or, maybe it's because people are pretty
frickin' stupid creatures. maybe i'm just a bitch. *a short chuckle* or maybe
something completely different.
Surly: anyway, i need to get some food and
sleep. *smirks* tomorrow,i go out trolling for trouble. *cracks her knuckles
gleefully*
Aerin Thomas: He nods a little bit to Surly
and rises. "All right. Good night, Surly. Take care...Happy Thanksgiving."
Surly: *and rises, giving the man a gruff
poke to the shoulder as she rises and goes off in search of a proper feeding
ground. turkey sandwich. yeah, that's the ticket*
Aerin Thomas: He watches the woman leave,
and heads out his own way.
Surly: eh, we never really celebrated it, but no big deal. be safe, Aerin. *and stalks off*