Dante Lacostos: "There's emotional hurt as well as physical," he says softly, blinking away tears, his eyes on sagan as the little clockwork mouse nuzle his finger.

Dara : oooooh...owww..*the word about the vodka gets a wince, and she ahems, grinning a bit* vodka kicks ass....

Nathaniel Dikastis: He nods to Paige. "Mama Marie and some of the folks I know worship the Goddess." He suddenly pops Corbin on the arm. "Damn, do ya have to announce it to the world?"

Durst Whitright: *He kisses Dara on the cheeck* "Yes it does but you are much much sweeter"

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Her head shakes* Ain't gonna happen.

Corbin Justice [mall]: He grins at Dara. "It was the *special* vodka, the Akavitt that Ingvar drinks exclusively." Smirks at Nate.

Durst Whitright: ((BRB))

Paige Nightsong : "That's cool. I've gone to a few circles myself..." then decides to offer one more time. "So do ya need some vodka to replace what you drank? I have a feeling you are gonna get an ass whoopin' if you don't."

Corbin Justice [mall]: "Well, I could be nice and tell Ingvar that *I* drank his stash," he says to Paige. "That is, if my brother is especially nice to me."

Dara : *dursts words get that blush back and she rolls her eyes, chuckling, shaking her head, then blinks* aquavit? whoah........dang....

Dante Lacostos: He sighs and kisses Jocelyn's forehead tenderly. "I also don't want to see anyone else get hurt because you made my mistakes, pena," he murmurs softly.

Paige Nightsong : Paige starts to laugh. "Last call. I can get Akavitt if you need it. But if yer more to the likin' of ass whoopin's I'll watch," she winks.

Jocelyn Pasqual: Don't worry so much, okay? I've got an angel watchin' over me. *Arms around him, head on his shoulder* We should go hang out this week.

Corbin Justice [mall]: He laughs and borrows Dara's word for Paige. "Cheeky."

Dante Lacostos: "Hai." He nods and sighs, pulling back. "Sagan, this is Joce...She's a friend,' he says to hte little mouse, still not sure just how smart the mechanical thing is. It whirrrs and chitters, regarding Joce before scrabbling back into Dante's pocket to peek at her.

Paige Nightsong : "Cheeky?" she tilts her head, definitely not following the term.

Nathaniel Dikastis: Paige> "I'll take ya up on that!" He smirks at his brother. "You ain't gettin' off that easy, 'bro. I may need you to save my ass like I did yours some other time in future."

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Blinking at the mouse* Um. Okay. Hi? *Giving him a vaguely wierded out look* Um. Come on. I gotta make sure Dara's guy is good enough for her.

Corbin Justice [mall]: "Dara said it." He grins. "I think it means saucy. British term?"

Corbin Justice [mall]: He scoffs, "When did YOU ever save my...never mind." He grins. "I think I'll let that one go."

Dante Lacostos: "Its...got a computer in it," he explains softly, blushing before he nods.

Paige Nightsong : That makes her giggle. "Oh, yeah, I've been called lotsa things." She glances at her watch. "How long ya gonna be here? I can go and get it but might take me like a half hour or so to get there and back?"

Dara : cheeky monkey..s'roight then...bri'ish mos'ly there pet...*damn perfect slight cockney british accent*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He laughs heartily then. Corbin> "Yeah I was about to say..." He looks to Paige then, still grinning. "Just let me know how much I owe ya. I ain't real hip on gettin' him pissed first thing, ya know, me bein' new kid on the block."

Jocelyn Pasqual: That's so cool. *Grinning, taking his hand*

Corbin Justice [mall]: Paige: "I'm not sure. I need to check back in at the house we're staying at." ((I can't be on too much longer, have much to do before bed.))

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Wandering back, hand in hand with Dante, looking considerably happier now*

Corbin Justice [mall]: ((Like eating dinner for one? *G* Go to the store for cat food? Finish up laundry? HOuse cleaning so it's not there in the morning? Shower? ~lol~))

Paige Nightsong : She stops and gets the phone numbers. "I can drop it off for ya if you give me an address..."

Nathaniel Dikastis: (I'm around for a bit longer if ya want to play it out) He looks at Paige. "Hey, didn't mean to put ya to any trouble."

Corbin Justice [mall]: He looks up at Dante and Jocelyn and smiles, satisfied that his decision to let them work it out had been the right choice. "Pizza's still warm."

Dante Lacostos: Dante...not really looking happier but hey...he's coming back to the table!

Nathaniel Dikastis: (Shower... defintely, the rest... instant mac-n-cheese, open tuna cat for cat, toss Bounce into the drier with the clothes and you're set :P)

Paige Nightsong : ((SOunds good....she can definitely get it then...I've got time still.)) "Ya'll aren't puttin' me out. It's nice hangin' with some people outside work, ya know?"

Dara : *she takes the number, then writes her own down to exchange with paige and corbin and nathaniel as well* case any of yas ever have need of eyes in tha skies an alla that..*grinning with a crooked smile* ya dont get it, ask me, er craven.....he an ingy....er..*chuckles, correcting herself* mr urgahaldt know too

Nathaniel Dikastis: He looks around, tossing several empty plastic bowls across the tables. "Salad's paid for, if anyone wants any. If not, get it and take it home. No used to waste it."

Dante Lacostos: He eyes the pizza and sits down quietly beside Corbin, leaning into him as he reaches for another slice.

Nathaniel Dikastis: (Nathaniel's is the same as Corbin, they live at the same house)

Paige Nightsong : She gives Dara her number as well and takes the girl's. "Thanks Dara."

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Good. I'm starvin'. *Letting go of Dante's hand, looking suspiciously like she's about to take a seat on Nathaniel's lap before she glances over to Dante and sits in the next seat instead*

Dara : *eyes to dante and jocelyn when they come back, soft clicking sounds come from inside her mouth again*

Nathaniel Dikastis: Paige> "If you're sure. I still want to get me a coat, if they are on sale somewhere."

Durst Whitright: *Durst looks at Dara* "So do you want me to go with you to Hot Topic or will that be another girls only adventure?" *he says with a smile to her before sliding fingers over her side softly*

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Phone employed again, texting something quickly*

Corbin Justice [mall]: "Thanks, Dara." Puts her number carefully aweay too.

Dara : welcome*smiling and nodding to paige*

Paige Nightsong : "I don't mind. It's no trouble at all. Want to meet back here in like....twenty? "

Nathaniel Dikastis: He looks like he wouldn't have tossed her in the floor but chuckles as she sits down.

Durst Whitright: *he smiles to paige* "If you ever need to get in touch with me just call her ill probably be pretty close by. So what bar do you work at?"

Nathaniel Dikastis: He nods to Paige. "That's sounds cool, thanks a lot."

Paige Nightsong : "The Coyote Ugly Saloon. Yes...just like the movie. I do all that bar dancin' and mixin' drinks," she grins proudly.

Dara : go with me.....definately....think she'll allow me ta be seen in front of yas beforehand in THAT......least I hope so.....*giving a soft grin, glace flicked back to joce*

Corbin Justice [mall]: Paige: "If I could get in, I'd check it out." He chuckles.

Dante Lacostos: He reaches for a piece of pizza, laying his head agaisnt Corbin's shoulder.

Dara : *looking to her lap again, her eyes widen briefly and she blinks a bit, fingers fidgeting with her phone again*

Nathaniel Dikastis: "I'll have to check the place out, sounds... funky."

Corbin Justice [mall]: His eyes shift sideways at Dante, but considering the man is still out of sorts, he doesn't shake him off.

Paige Nightsong : "Aw damn....I can't risk underage. But maybe sometime I could do a rendition at my house you could see....." she says very quietly, not wanting to be overheard for implying she'd contribute to the deliquency of a minor.

Nathaniel Dikastis: *Whispers to Corbin.* "I really gotta get in touch with people here... maybe get ya an ID or somethin'."

Corbin Justice [mall]: "You're under 21, you asshat," he chuckles over at Nate. "You can't get in either."

Dante Lacostos: "I can," he says softly before taking a bite of the pizza, sitting up slowly.

Corbin Justice [mall]: Raises an eyebrow at Nate. "How old do you think I can pass for? Not 21. Not by a mile."

Nathaniel Dikastis: Paige> "He ain't really underage, except in the head." He ducks his head, expecting a swat.

Jocelyn Pasqual: How old are you? *Looking at Nathaniel*

Nathaniel Dikastis: (brb again :( )

Paige Nightsong : She starts laughing more at the two, shaking her head. "Okay Durst, got it on the phone number. I should really get goin' so I can get back...." and with that she is off, dancing her way back out the food court. ((Not that I have to go, but since I need to take her out of scene for a bit, might as well.))

Nathaniel Dikastis: "I got an ID that says 21" He chuckles. (now brb)

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Glance to her phone. Text text text*

Corbin Justice [mall]: Jocelyn: "Ignore the creep. He's like, 18 or 19."

Aerin Thomas: The man's been shopping. Yes, he is indeed that dumb to actually SHOP the weekend after Thanksgiving. But living as far away from the city as he did...well, mihgt as well. He's got a few bags, and looks more then a little beat as he makes his way along, toward the food court. Someone needs the sugar and caffeine of a good soda.

Dante Lacostos: "I"m 22," he says softly. Hey. Ignored is good to. He sighs and turns most of his attention to the little mechanical nouse that's peeking outo f his pocket.

Aerin Thomas: 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)

Corbin Justice [mall]: Dante: "Yeah, you can get in." A soft sigh. "I've got awhile to go. Sucketh."

Durst Whitright: *Durst looks at the table and shakes his head* "Allright this has got to stop you all are makeing me feel ancient"

Jocelyn Pasqual: You don't look twenty two. You look older. 'Course, everybody looks older to me. *Looking from Dante to Corbin* Seriously?

Dara : *eyes to her lap again, mouthing the words 'oh damn', more fidget with the phone before she looks up again*

Dante Lacostos: He touches his right cheek, rubbing his knuckles against it. "Its the scars."

Corbin Justice [mall]: Jocelyn: He chuckles. "I can't possibly look older to you." Grins at Durst.

Dara : d10: per+alert: 5,9,9,6,1,9,9,

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Alert: 4,10,4,10,4,10,

Durst Whitright: *Durst glances down at Dara's lap trying to see what she is doing*

Aerin Thomas: ((Now why can't I get poker hands like that?!?!?))

Durst Whitright: ((becasue you would have six cards *G*))

Corbin Justice [mall]: ((because it's six numbers and you need either 5 or 7 *L*))

Corbin Justice [mall]: ((~high fives Durst~))

Jocelyn Pasqual: No, it's not them. *Scowing at Dante for just a second before looking back to her phone and texting*

Aerin Thomas: The man is quite alert, tired as he is, and he scans around...a little paranoid even, perhaps. He recognizes Jocelyn, and nods to her...the others get brief looks. Dara gets a look, and he smiles warmly, if tiredly, hand raising in greeting to her.

Aerin Thomas: ((Well let's call it 7 card stud and that's the first 6. Missing the point. *Smacks Corbin and Durst*))

Corbin Justice [mall]: He looks over as people stir and looks at Aerin. A careful appraisal of him.

Dara : *the phone in her lap is covered between uses of it, so nothing is really there to be seen, but when she spies someone on the edge of the foodcourt('when' hes on the edge of it*G*) she grins and kisses dursts cheek quickly before getting up and dashing off aerins way with an energetic hopskip*

Dante Lacostos: "Then what," he asks as Sagan clambers out of the pocket and under the pink shirt to perch just beneath the collar up by his ear, one small hand clnging.

Durst Whitright: *Durst leans back in the chair as he watches Dara move off*

Aerin Thomas: "Hey, you." He nods to Dara as she approaches, reaching out to give her a weary hug. "How are you?"

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Watching Dara zip off too, eyes wider when she sees who she's hugging*

Dara : *hugging back, she chuckles* REAL good....cmere...*up on tiptoes to say something to him*

Dante Lacostos: He rubs his cheek against the mecha-mouses nose and sighs, glancing tiredly towards Aerin.

Dara -> Aerin Thomas: Im ...gettin married t'morrah.....afternoon.....ya an joce are tha only ones I told so far.....

Durst Whitright: *Durst smiles at Jocelyn* "So your Dara's best friend"

Jocelyn Pasqual: How you carry yourself an' shit. You're more together than other guys your age. *Still watching Dara*

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Attention finally torn, looking at Durst with a bright smile* Yep!

Nathaniel Dikastis: (bk, sorry, the phone is now on VM. Why is it that so many decided days after Thanksgiving to call and check on us?)

Corbin Justice [mall]: Dante: "She's right, you know."

Aerin Thomas: He leans in and listens...and blinks. He looks at her for a long moment, surprised, before he smiles, honestly and sincerely...even if there is something sad that comes to his eyes. He leans down to murmur to her.

Dante Lacostos: He snorts. "Oh yeah. i'm together."

Durst Whitright: *he smiles at her* "So did ya have fun looking for a dress?"

Jocelyn Pasqual: Stop sellin' yourself short, Dante. *Nodding to Durst* Yeah. I found the perfect one while I was tryin' stuff on the other day. She told me, and I knew she HAD to have it. And don't you dare see her in it before it's time, either. *Scowling, just a bit*

Nathaniel Dikastis: Dante> "You will be, you will be. Shit happens, shit works out." He finishes off the last of his food, and closes the empty pizza container. "If no one wants salad, I'll grab some munchies for home"

Paige Nightsong : It didn't take her quite as long as she thought to make the trek out to the bar and back. She come back with a shopping bag in one hand, and singing Santa Claus is Coming to Town

Paige Nightsong : d10: singing: 6,3,9,7,1,4,

Aerin Thomas -> Dara : "Congratulations, hon...I'm really very happy for you. Who to?"

Durst Whitright: *He looks at her and smiles* "You do know that I am driveing us there right?"

Dara : *and she of course listens when he leans down to talk to her*

Jocelyn Pasqual: So she changes when you guys get there. Seriously. It's super bad luck, you know?

Dante Lacostos: "Thanks Joce...Nathaniel." He sighs, almost giggilng as Sagan tickles his ear with its whiskers.

Durst Whitright: *He smiles to her* "Luck is made not found Eris will do as she will and there is no stopping that"

Paige Nightsong : Moving on through the food court, she looks for the receipent, stopping in front of Nathaniel, with a big grin. "Merry Christmas and Happy New Year," she says in a sing-song voice.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She looks at Nathaniel suddenly* You should get a container for it. Come on. I'll go with you. *Hopping up*

Dara -> Aerin Thomas: tha redhead over there...durst.......hes real good ta me....you ok aerin?

Corbin Justice [mall]: He nods to Nathaniel.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He grins and looks to Paige. "You ain't Santa, and you don't look like an Elf, but..."

Dara : *giving aerin a questioning look, concerned, she hooks an arm through his and tries leading him back towards the others sitting in the foodcourt* cmon...we got pizza....an salad

Dante Lacostos: He blinks, eyeing Paige.

Paige Nightsong : She giggles, handing him the bag. "I do have an elf outfit I wear closer to Christmas."

Aerin Thomas: "Well enough." He says it quietly to her, and lets himself be led back. He watches the large group as they approach, his eyes appraising each person in turn.

Nathaniel Dikastis: Jocelyn> "Okay, I just wanted to get cheese and some of the nibbleable veggies. I saw a bottle of Italian dressin' in the fridge."

Dante Lacostos: Dante holds up his hand and Sagan skitters onto it, chittering softly, its tail curling around Dante's thumb as he tries to shield the little toy from site.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Looking around him to Paige* Lemme borrow him like, ten seconds, okay?

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Eyeing Dante as she waits, back stiffening at Aerin gets closer*

Nathaniel Dikastis: (There should be about half of one of the pizza's left, and several plastic bowls on the table)

Corbin Justice [mall]: He smiles politely and nods his head to Aerin.

Nathaniel Dikastis: Ah, what a grin on his face... Jocelyn> "Borrow me huh?"

Corbin Justice [mall]: He starts putting some pizza in carry out boxes, though. Definitely.

Dante Lacostos: He glances up at Aerin and tries to smile. "Sastimos, prala." Sagan peeks his mechanical head over dante's hand to regard the man, whiskers twitching.

Corbin Justice [mall]: "Don't let your ego swell up larger than other parts better left unnamed," he mutters to Nate with an evil grin.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Grinning back, despite her sudden slighly nervous state* Yeah.

Paige Nightsong : She pulls the bag back, and steps back. "Sure," looking confused.

Dara : *having done her job of leading aerin back, she motions to seats for him and sits comfortably back next to durst* heyas you....this is the aerin guy ya heard me talk bout 'fore....aerin...this is durst...

Aerin Thomas: He nods to Corbin...Jocelyn's rise in tension draws an honest look of confusion from him.

Nathaniel Dikastis: Out of the corner of his mouth. "Do you ever shut up?"

Dara : *eyes flicked to joce with a smile which falters a bit seeing her state and demeanor, chewing her lipring hard*

Aerin Thomas: "Sastimos," he says to Dante with a polite smile. His eyes pass over to Durst, and he extends his hand. "Nice to meet you."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He gives a wave to Aerin, bowl in hand as he steps to the little salad buffet. "Nice to meet cha."

Durst Whitright: *He smiles at Aerin* "hello"

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Followin, looking over her shoulder before leaning in and speaking quietly to him*

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Checking her phone as it chirps with another text, head shaking before she pockets it*

Corbin Justice [mall]: Smirks at Nate and gets up. "I'm going to wander around a bit." Patting Dante's shoulder. "Clever mouse. See you soon."

Dara : *the phone fidgeted with ....again....before its settled in her lap, covered with a hand for now*

Dante Lacostos: "Hai." He nods up at Corbin, rubbing his cheek against the man's hand as he stands. "See you at home, prala."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He picks some raw veggies and hunks of cheese to fill the bowl with. "Need to get this, it looks like they are closing up soon."

Corbin Justice [mall]: He smiles at Dante. "Knock on my door when you get there. I'll be up late."

Dara : later corbin.....*nodding to him with a quiet grin, she looks towards joce with a deep sigh*

Durst Whitright: *Durst extends his hand to shake Aierns* "It nice to meet you sorry that I am going to have to run though have alot of work to get done before tommrow" ((Gotta go and get lost friend talk to you all later))

Paige Nightsong : She sighs and takes a seat, putting the bag down carefully on the ground.

Durst Whitright: *Durst smiles as he stands up and gives Dara a hug and a kiss* "See you at home later" *before walking off*

Corbin Justice [mall]: He smiles and waves to everyone. "See you."

Durst Whitright: ((Thanks for the scene))

Aerin Thomas: A nod goes to Nathaniel as well. "Anyone mind if I sit? Lines are killing my feet."

Corbin Justice [mall]: Calls over to Nate, "Meet you later by the bike, bro." Wanders off.

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Corey, before ya leave... I wanna run a cord to your connection 'n download some tunes. Or... hey I'll bang on your door too when I get home... " Mischevious grin.

Paige Nightsong : She waves to them, and goes back to drinking the smoothie.

Dante Lacostos: He offers Aerin a tired and tiny smile, leaning towards him to show him a peek of Sagan.

Corbin Justice [mall]: Nate: "Yeah, do that, that's cool. I'm gonna be cruising the Net looking for concerts anyway."

Aerin Thomas: He looks back over his shoulder to Jocelyn, following Dara's gaze. "Did...I do something to her that I don't know about?"

Nathaniel Dikastis: (Ah, delete most of last post) "Okay, Corey, I wanna run a cord to your conneciton later 'n download some tunes"

Dara : *she gives a quiet nod to durst, hugging back and kissing his cheek before he heads off* see yas.....*fingers fidgeting with a straw paper she nabs off the table*

Corbin Justice [mall]: ((my last IC post stands *G* Bye, all!))

Nathaniel Dikastis: (nighters, thanks)

Dara : *murmuring softly, nibbling her lipring before she shrugs and answers* not somethin I know bout anyways......

Aerin Thomas: He moves to take a seat, looking over at the mouse.

Dante Lacostos: "I think we make her nervous," he says softly.

Aerin Thomas: He frowns, not toally accepting that explanation from Dante, then sighs. Just another thing. The bags are set down...a hand runs through his hair.

Paige Nightsong : She glances over to Nathaniel and Jocelyn talking. Guess she didn't have to hurry so much to bring back the stuff for him and could have stayed and talked to her friends a little longer. A little sigh again as she takes another long sip of the drink.

Dante Lacostos: "Did you see,' he asks again, figuring maybe Sagan can make the man smile. "This is Sagan," he says softly, displaying the little mechanized mouse.

Dara : heck ifn I know....dont think its that alone though...*murmured quietly, eyes to joce, fingers fidgeting with a napkin now*

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Talking quietly to Nathaniel again, nose wrinkling a bit as she speaks*

Dante Lacostos: Sagan peeks up over Dante's thumb, its tail curling around the base of the digit, little hands clutching the top of his thumb as it wriggles its whiskers and blinks glowing green eyes at the man.

Aerin Thomas: "No, I doubt it too," he says to Dara. He glances back over to the mouse...and blinks. "...that a robotic mouse?"

Paige Nightsong : She gets up, figuring this is gonna take a while, bag in hand and over to a vendor for something more to eat.

Dara : *eyes flicked to sagan again briefly before back to jocelyn, murmuring absently* wonder ifn yer friend can make a raven one er sumthin.....

Dante Lacostos: "Hai. My best friend makes them. He says this one likes me," he says softly. "Its AI."

Dante Lacostos: "I can ask him," he says, blinking at Dara.

Aerin Thomas: "Artificial...holy shit." He tilts his head, looking at it. There's more intellectual interest then delight...but at least it's something.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She looks wholly confused*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He turns his head to give Paige a smile as he talks.

Dante Lacostos: "I don't really get it," he admits, blushing as Sagan wriggles its whiskers. "Jim says he's kinda smart."

Paige Nightsong : She smiles back to him as she passes by, but stays far enough away to the privacy they want. Yummmm. Tacos. And that's where she goes.

Jocelyn Pasqual: Oooooh. *She nods, leaning back again* Yeah. So. We're cool? *Glancing over to Dante again*

Aerin Thomas: "Basically, yeah." He reaches out, slowly, so as not to spook the thing...it looks spookable. "AI is like...machines with the ability to understand fuzzy logic, have their own thought processes without being told what to do. Damn..." There's a strange mixture of fascination and just a little bit of hesitance.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He grins back to Jocelyn and nods, slapping a plastic top on the bowl. "Yeah, we're cool."

Dara : *shaking her head, she murmurs a 'dont worry bout it ' to dante, quick quiet grin before she ruins that napkin she was fidgeting with, eyeing her pack and the bag with the dress in it*

Abbey Randelle: *she glides from the jewelry shop, small bag in her hand. let the Smythes say what they will about it, Abbey knew that the jeweler in this mall was far more careful when repairing things than those heavy handed cretins in the Smythe's "boutique." she slips to the food court to aquire a salad, grey eyes slipping about*

Abbey Randelle: d10: per alert: 7,6,10,2,

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Alert: 5,8,1,4,6,9,

Dante Lacostos: Sagan ducks back just a little bit, chittering, blinking those glowing green eyes at Aerin, its ears twitching. Sloooooowly, it leans up to bump its nose into the man's finger.

Aerin Thomas: He catches a flash of white, and looks up...eyes falling on Abbey. He nods to her from his seat, briefly, with a polite smile...a silent greeting from across the court.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He pauses on the way back to the table, waiting to see what Paige is getting. He calls out to her. "There's still a bowl for salad if you want it, on the table."

Paige Nightsong : She finds a stand up table to take her food too and munches away at a taco, bag now at her feet.

Aerin Thomas: The mouse draws his attention back, and he gently pets it. "Wow." He leans back, looking to Dante. "That's...impressive."

Paige Nightsong : ((DLP))

Dante Lacostos: "Jim's amazing," he says softly as Sagan chitters and whirrrs at Aerin, catching at his finger as it ducks away from the petting.

Paige Nightsong : "Oh, I've already got a taco. You done now?" she calls back to him, as she starts walking back.

Jocelyn Pasqual: Cool. *She leans up, kissing his cheek before bouncing back over to the table*

Abbey Randelle: *A slender hand slips to tuck an errant strand of white hair behind her ear. A tiny twinkle of red and diamonds as it catches the light. her eyes fall on Dara and Aerin in recognition. the others.. mm. yes. the soap opera from the other day.. perhaps they were.. what was it.. "mall rats"?.. her head inclines slightly to aerin as she glides over*

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Woot, woot!" He grins as Jocelyn kisses him and gives her a wink.

Nathaniel Dikastis: Paige> "Yeah, we were just talkin' about somethin', sorry."

Aerin Thomas: "Must be." He nods to Dante and then looks up as Abbey approaches, rising from his seat. "Miss Randelle. Nice to see you."

Dara : *dara looks slightly distracted at her pack and bag, not even noticing abbey yet*

Dante Lacostos: Dante glances up at Abbey as Sagan scampers from his hand and up his arm to perch beside his neck, clinging to his ear, slim silvered whiskers twitching.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She giggles, nose wrinkled at him. Back at the table, she wiggles behind Dante, arms wrapped around him from behind, careful about the mouse* Everything's totally cool. *Kissing his cheek too* So when's good for us to go do stuff?

Paige Nightsong : She shrugs a little bit. "Don't let me intrude..like I had said earlier. Just wanted to be sure you got your gifts were all."

Dante Lacostos: "Um...I have to talk to Craven to make sure he doesn't want me at Wyld Nights but...Soon I think," he says, leaning slightly against Jocelyn.

Aerin Thomas: And when Jocelyn comes back, he looks over at her, offering a small smile. "Hello."

Abbey Randelle: A pleasure Mr. Thomas, *the delicate albino curls pale lips slightly, a polite smile* Miss Dara. *grey eyes scan the table calmly, a thin white eyebrow raised at the mouse*

Jocelyn Pasqual: Cool. He tell you I'm workin' there?

Nathaniel Dikastis: He leans against the wall, shaking his head. Paige> "Believe me, you ain't intrudin' at all. We just needed to work somethin' out, everythin' is cool. You were really nice to do this for me."

Dante Lacostos: "No." He shakes his head and glances up at Abbey, nodding towards her, hand rising to scoop up the little mechanical critter. "Ma'am."

Jocelyn Pasqual: Hi. *Giving Aerin a quick smile* You um. Know Frank, right? *Keeping hold of Dante, almost using him as a shield*

Paige Nightsong : "Don't worry about it. Really wouldda hated to see ya'll get in trouble." she offers him the bag once again. She leans in to him to whisper something.

Dara : *finally looking up when she hears abbey let alone her name mentioned, she blinks distractedly and nods slowly to her* hello miss abbey....

Aerin Thomas: "A little bit, yeah." He shrugs. "Not that we're close." He extends a hand...they've seen each other enough, but never met. "Aerin."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He takes the bag, letting his drop closer to Paige.

Dante Lacostos: He gently pets Jocelyn's arm with the hand not craddling the little mouse.

Abbey Randelle: *her hands are clasped in front of her. giving dara a polite smile. one to Dante and co as well. it appears she will have to introduce herself, and as Aerin is starting at Joc, the porcelion creature moves to dante, hand extended with practiced grace* Abbey Randelle, a pleasure.. you are, sir?

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Deep breath, let out slowly as she unfolds one arm to reach out for Aerin's hand* I'm Jocelyn. Nice to meet you.

Dante Lacostos: He stands and takes Abbey's hand, shaking it gently. "Dante Lacostos, ma'am. Its good to meet you."

Aerin Thomas: "Nice to meet you too, Jocelyn." A polite smile, not without a little warmth underneath the tired veneer.

Dara : *soft clicking comes from inside her mouth before she rises, pocketing her phone, and nabs her backpack, putting it over her shoulders then grabbing the dress bag as well*

Dante Lacostos: He glances over at Dara. "I'll talk to Jim for you, Dara," he says softly.

Abbey Randelle: *she inclines her head, and withdraws her hand, murmering* pleasant contraption, wherever did you get it? *a subtle gesture to the mouse*

Dante Lacostos: "My friend Jim, made it. He's very good with little mechanical things," he says, smiling slightly as he pets the top of Sagan's head with one fingertip.

Abbey Randelle: *grey eyes follow dara a moment, and when it appears she's leaving the albino murmers* good evening miss dara.

Jocelyn Pasqual: You goin'? *Looking at Dara*

Dara : s'allright mr dante*giving a small quiet smile and shake of her head* wouldnt be able ta afford it an bein curious bout it would prolly break it in tha first few anyways......*shoving hair behind her ears*

Aerin Thomas: He looks up to Dara, head tilting curiously. "You going, Dara?" A hint of concern in his eyes as he looks at her, expression slightly questioning.

Dante Lacostos: He nods slightly to Dara. "Okay."

Dara : I guess...I dunno....did....need ta..ya know...see if that shop was here let 'lone open still.....s'not that 'portant.....

Dara -> Aerin Thomas: shes sooooo got the jitters*G*

Abbey Randelle: *slightly disturbed.. but.. its mechanical.. she takes the opportunity to study it a moment longer. a purse of lips. *..how terribly.. peculiar. *a polite quirk of her mouth, she straightens, free hand straightening the strap of the thin white case on her back.*

Dante Lacostos: "I like it," he says softly. "Sagan. Pocket," he murmurs, smiling as it scampers into the pocket of his shirt.

Jocelyn Pasqual: Oh! Yeah. And tongue ring! We gotta go do tongue ring! *Squeezing Dante again quickly* We're goin'. *Kissing his cheek before beaming to Aerin, all energy again* Way nice to meet you.

Dante Lacostos: "Baxt, which means luck, to you both," he says, hugging Joce quick before she can scamper off.

Abbey Randelle: *yes. its quite decided. were she to get a pet it would be mechanical. she looks to jocylen as they've not yet been introduced. a polite smile* good evening miss.

Jocelyn Pasqual: Hi! *Giving Abbey a bright smile as she wiggles around her, heading for Nathaniel again* Dar, just one sec, 'kay?

Dante Lacostos: "Hai..." He blinks and shakes his head at Jocelyn.

Dara : yeah....kay*soft clicking from inside her mouth again, she nods to jocelyn, fidgeting her fingers on the straps of the backpack, waiting*

Abbey Randelle: *smiling.. still smiling. oh dear. it was.. that.. touching.. hmm. that polite smile is still plastered on her face as she's squirmed around by jocelyn. chill spiking the air a moment*

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Bouncing over to Nathaniel, waiting a couple paces away*

Aerin Thomas: He looks Dara over and moves to her, leaning down to hug her tightly, murmuring in her ear.

Paige Nightsong : A glance to Jocelyn. "I should be going." She gives them both a smile.

Jocelyn Pasqual: I just need like, two seconds.

Dara : *slightly surprised and now distracted by the hug from aerin, she returns it, tentative at first the warmer as she listens*

Aerin Thomas -> Dara : "What's wrong, Dara?" Concern evident in his voice, some worry.

Paige Nightsong : "Don't worry. You can have him," she says ever so politely. "Bye now..." and waves to them both.

Jocelyn Pasqual: But. Um. Bye? *Blinkblink*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He looks to Jocelyn and smiles, then to Paige. "Why? Unless you are needed somewhere."

Abbey Randelle: *she watches the proceedings silently, chill fading from the air*

Paige Nightsong : "I'm a third wheel...." she smiles, being candidly honest. "I've got a routine to go work on anyway."

Dante Lacostos: "And this is why I'm always on her about her behavior," he murmurs, watching Paige as she starts to get ready to leave.

Dara -> Aerin Thomas: jes nerves....night before an...alla that...........s'big change....yknow?....goin from...no real family, t'jes meself, then this past year bein....used an left an stuffs.......ta....havin summun say 'marry me an be my wife, be part of my family'.....s'weird t'get used ta is all......Im sure I will

Abbey Randelle: *ah yes. the soap opera. a slight curve of her lips. muted interest before she looks to dante, eyes slipping to th claw marks on his cheek with interest*

Jocelyn Pasqual: No. totally no. Me an' Dar are gonna go do stuff. I just wanted to say bye. *Looking from Paige to Nathaniel* And, you know. Call me and stuff. So bye. *Leaning up to kiss his cheek again before backing up*

Dante Lacostos: He snorts softly and glances at Abbey, offering her a small smile, hand rising to touch his cheek.

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Then I must be a 4th wheel, but I won't keep ya if ya gotta sleep."

Abbey Randelle: forgive me. *she murmers softly.* I hadn't intedned to make you self conscious. mr. Lacostos.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He hugs Jocelyn. "Okay... just leave me then..." Play sniffs, then grins. "See ya later."

Dante Lacostos: "I touch them all the time anyways," he says gently, shaking his head as he rubs at them before dropping his hand.

Paige Nightsong : She shakes her head back to Nathaniel and it's obvious she's thinking something but not about to say it at this moment. It was her job to read people, body language and behavior. She knew what she saw.

Aerin Thomas: He pulls back to look at Dara, nodding slightly with pursed lips. He leans down to kiss her forehead chastely, and whispers to her again.

Jocelyn Pasqual: I'll make it up to you. *Giggling as she hugs him back* Bye! *Zipping off, arm through Dara's when she reaches her*

Abbey Randelle: *a slight nod, barely visible* of course. *her eyes slip towards Aerin as he whispers, then over to Nathan and paige. an inclination of her head*

Paige Nightsong : She doesn't leave and stands there watching until Jocelyn is gone before speaking. "Wanna be fourth wheels together for a little bit? Or do you need to go get that stuff back before it's missed?"

Aerin Thomas -> Dara : "I know it's wierd...feeling like you have a place you belong to. I know that feeling well. Someone to be with...to be married to. It's a great thing. I hope it's something you truly wanted to to because you love him and want to be with him...and I hope, for all the world, that you're happy, Dara. I wish that most of all. Congratulations."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He shakes his head and chuckles. "Damn, she's a trip." He looks at Paige then. "Well, guess I'll see ya then when we do the movie thing. I should be findin' me a new coat, if I can, before the stores close up."

Dante Lacostos: "I should head home," he murmurs, standing. Sagan peeks out of his pocket as Dante moves, whiskers twitching.

Dara : *shes listening to aerin again, chewing her lipring slowly, eyes briefly to joce as she offers her arm to be taken when she gets there*

Paige Nightsong : She nods. "I won't get into psychological profiles," she giggles. "Better do that then. I'll see you for movie night."

Nathaniel Dikastis: (ooops... place that post, before her last one, please.) "Well, I wouldn't mind if I had some company shoppin'. The vodka won't be missed at the moment."

Dara -> Aerin Thomas: I do...I love him, I wanna be with him.....and he makes me very happy......

Paige Nightsong : ((okay *grin*)) "You sure?" she smiles more.

Nathaniel Dikastis: (ROFL... don't you just love 'missed by seconds' posts?)

Aerin Thomas -> Dara : "Good...I'm glad." He's genuinely happy for her, something heavy there, too. "You know, I never got to thank you for way back at the beginning of the year...keeping me sane. Thanks. it meant the world to me."

Dara -> Aerin Thomas: 'ya always were sane, jes seein how nutters I was prolly helped put it back in perspective....yer a damn good guy aerin....ya got my help anytime ya need it...no matter what.....'

Dara : thank you aerin...*murmured softly, she leans up to kiss his cheek and hug him fiercely, eyes closed but lips smiling, briefly letting go of jocelyn for the hug before she lets go of the hug , smiles warmly to aerin, then slinksher arm back through joce's* ya sure ya wanna go with still?

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Yep, I'm sure. You can tell me if I'm in 'style' or not..." Chuckles.

Abbey Randelle: *she takes a gliding step back as Dante stands, hand sliping to the strap of her bladecase. she steps aside* Of course. a pleasure to make your acquaintance Mr. Lacostos.

Jocelyn Pasqual: Yeah. 'Course. *Grinning at her*

Dante Lacostos: "And yours as well, ma'am." He nods. "Baxt to you. Baxt to you as well, prala." He smiles slightly and slips into his coat before drifting from the food court.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Eyes trailing Dante, frowning softly as she watches him go*

Paige Nightsong : "Me?" she blinks. "I can try. You lead on then. You know where you are wanting to go shop at."

Dante Lacostos: He pauses and offers Joce a small smile. "have fun, pena."

Jocelyn Pasqual: Yeah. Call me, okay? *Unhooking from Dara, going over to give Dante another hug, speaking quietly*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He laughs softly. "I don't really know where to shop, just hopin' there's a sale on somewhere." He pauses and waves to Dante, Jocelyn, and the others. "We're off guys, got to find me a decent coat without holes in it"

Abbey Randelle: Good evening. *baxt? polite smile. as dante moves off, she moves towards aerin, seeing as all the whisper hugging looks to be drawing to a close*

Aerin Thomas: He moves away from Dara with a smile to her, then slips into his seat. He looks down into his lap, letting his thoughts wander...a muted expression on his face. Contemplative, perhaps.

Dante Lacostos: "Hai." He nods to Jocelyn and touches her cheek lightly before kissing her forehead. "Be good."

Paige Nightsong : "There are lots of sales. Depends on what your budget is...." she waves at the others like Nathaniel does, but does keep her distance from Abbey.

Dante Lacostos: "Nathaniel. Behave," he says, glancing at his prala with a slightly arched brow. "See you at home."

Jocelyn Pasqual: I will. *Nodding* Promise. *Kissing his cheek before flitting back to Dara, grinning and blowing Nathaniel kisses on the way*

Nathaniel Dikastis: Dante> "Me behave? Why.. always, Prala." He winks at him, then winks and blows kisses back at Jocelyn before motioning toward the escalator for Paige.

Dara : kay....less' go then silly woman...*giving another slight grin, good hold on her arm now* an NO MORE SLIPPIN AWAY YA FLIRT!*giggling softly* cmon...fore I wet willy ya right here....

Aerin Thomas: A glance up to Abbey, suddenly, as if realizing she was still there. He flushes a little bit and rises. "Oh, Goddess...I'm sorry. I totally spaced..." He shrugs. "Tired. Long day."

Paige Nightsong : She stays with him as he starts moving to the escalator. "Ya'll really close huh?"

Dante Lacostos: Shaking his head and whispering softly ot his pocket pet, Dante heads out of the mall.

Abbey Randelle: *a quirk of her lips, she gestures offhand with a shimmer of ruby* of course, No offense taken Mr. thomas. Might i join you?

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She squeaks, giggling and kissing Dara's cheek too* Yeah. Come on. Tongue ring!

Aerin Thomas: "Please do." He pulls out a seat for her, before settling into his.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He steps on the escalator? "Who, me 'n Corbin. Yeah, I guess we are, although he's..." He looks to her a second, then grins. "More like our father than I am."

Dara : woo...an other stuffs too!*giggling once more, distracted from her thoughts, she heads off arm in arm with jocelyn*

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Bouncing off with Dara*

Abbey Randelle: *she slips into her seat, blade set at her feet, legs crossed just so. a murmered thank you as he draws the chair out for her* I regret, i've spooked your associates. *murmers the wraithly albino.*

Aerin Thomas: He shrugs a little and smiles faintly. "It's all right. I don't know them very well as it is, besides Dara. How are you doing?"

Abbey Randelle: Well Mr. Thomas. *hands are folded in front of her* wedding plans proceed with no major complications, as well as one can hope. and yourself?

Aerin Thomas: He sighs a little, a little smile coming to his face...sardonic, maybe. "I'm well as ever. Holiday season, and all...you know."

Abbey Randelle: *she regards him, chill, but mutedly pleasant and polite, rather like a particularily attractive bit of art in a museum, breathe-taking.. but without any warmth* Stressful I take it?

Aerin Thomas: "Quite." He nods, sighing a bit, and shrugs. "Story of my life, though. I'll survive. I'm glad you're well. And Ingvar is well, as well?"

Abbey Randelle: He is. *a slight curl of lips* Rather busy as of late.

Aerin Thomas: "Oh?" He gives a look of concern. "Everything all right, I hope?"

Abbey Randelle: I'm certain of it. *she inclines her head* thank you however, for your concern sir.

Aerin Thomas: "It's what I do." He shrugs a little bit, as if it's not a big thing...or perhaps, it's all he can bring himself to do. "You're quite welcome, though."

Abbey Randelle: *a slight purse of herlips. she was no master of empathy. howver the man was being soewhat..plain. a near inaudible sigh, before she murmers politely* If i might be so bold, Mr. Thomas. you seem rather troubled.

Abbey Randelle: (let us pretend all the spaces and letters are actually included in that post. shall we?)

Aerin Thomas: "Just...life." He shrugs. "Been a hell of a year, is all. Nothing you would need to be troubled with, I'm sure."

Abbey Randelle: *consideration. she regards him a long moment.* I see. you have known ingvar a rather long time. have you not? 8she murmers, watching him*

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah...a long time." He smiles a little. "Since Fox Park...what, six years?"

Abbey Randelle: You would consider yourself a .. friend,would you not? *its a bit of an awkward word to spit out, but its clear she's considering something, perhaps a leading question as she murmers* You would come to his aid in difficulty?

Aerin Thomas: "Without even thinking about it."

Abbey Randelle: *a slow inclination of her head. grey eyes find his a moment. a descision come to. she inhales slowly through her nose* Excuse me a moment sir. *her fingers play idly over the table, 1st time they've moved from her lap, as she uses the other hand to hold the phone to her ear, murmering in a foreign language*

Abbey Randelle: d10: enoch: 3,5,9,

Abbey Randelle: d10: arete: 6,4,8,

Abbey Randelle: (if aerin has any awareness... blabitty bla)

Abbey Randelle: *she traces a symbol with a white fingertip, what really appears to be a series of greater than signs, in small groups, as she continues murmering quietly on the phone. not an expert acress however, her eyes remain on Aerin*

Aerin Thomas: ((No awareness))

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Alert: 6,7,9,2,8,8,

Aerin Thomas: d10: Int+Occult: 4,8,3,2,6,6,

Abbey Randelle: (actress)

Abbey Randelle: d10: arete )wp): 5,9,4,

Aerin Thomas: He frowns, noting the tracings, and looks up to Abbey questioningly. The man definitely knows something it up.

Abbey Randelle: *she continues murmering, raising an eyebrow challengingly, as she concludes her conversation, the phone shutting off with a beep*

Abbey Randelle: d10: arete: 9,5,1,

Aerin Thomas: He looks around the court, making sure no one is around, and then looks back. His posture is a little tense, maybe a touch wary, though his face projects more curiosity then anything else. He speaks calmly, quietly so that it doesn't carry beyond their table. "Miss Randelle...I happen to be quite the little occultist. Did you perchance know a Mr. Travis Kennedy?"

Abbey Randelle: *once done, she tucke the phone away in a smll stylish white purse, and refolds her hands* thank you, mr. Thomas, for your patience. *she blinks once at his observation. then looks mildly vexxed. damnit travis. who DIDN't you expose yourself to before you died. Idiot. you will undo us all.. . a polite smile to Aerin* I was acquainted with him, yes.

Aerin Thomas: He nods, slowly. "He was quite the man. Extraordinary talents. I'm...very sorry that he's gone." He purses his lips, pausing a moment as his eyes cast down, then back up. "You'll pardon me, and I apologize for the directness here, if I ask...what, exactly, did you just do?"

Abbey Randelle: *she murmers politely, inclining her head with a polite smile.* Mr. Kennedy was a powerful gentleman. Terribly indiscrete however... and lax in secrecy. You will Pardon me if I take a lesson from the man's death, Mr. Thomas, and decline to answer.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Wandering back towards the food court*

Dara : *shes trailing along with, carrying a few more bags along with teh ones from before and her backpack*

Aerin Thomas: He considers this a moment, leaning back and watching her...a picking up a fork off the table and twirling it slowly through his fingers as the thinks. So many thoughts going through the man's head, few readable on his face.

Ewan O'Mailly: *Ewan walks though the doors of the mall. Even though its later the small crowds of people stay away from the kid. They subconisly understand that there is a preditor amond the sheep. He quickly makes his way to the food court. ((If any one needs a DD just ask.))*

Abbey Randelle: *she regards him back, air becoming chill as he deliberates, without looking she procures sanitizing lotion from her purse and disinfects delicate white hands. the strange albino watching the long haired man calmly*

Aerin Thomas: A slow nod. "All right, Miss Randelle. I'm willing to trust you on this." His voice remains low, at the table only. "You'll have to forgive my paranoia...I've had many good reasons for it over the last several months. It is certainly nothing personal against you, or a statement of who you are. Rather, I'd say the opposite...it's a statement of who you are that I do trust you. My apologies."

Abbey Randelle: Thank you, Mr. Thomas. I appreciate your discretion in this matter. Unlike Mr. Kennedy, I prefer not to have my gifts become well known. or known at all, for that matter. Though, I assure you, i do nothing detrimental or invasive. *a polite smile, some of the tenseness she hadn't realized was there melts from her narrow shoulders*

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Alert: 6,10,7,1,7,7,

Aerin Thomas: He nods to her, smiling a little bit. "I have discretion...your gifts pass nowhere beyond me. Nor, I hope, would mine pass beyond you." Ingvar's fiancee...handwaver...ooh, yeah. He's sure she knows the score.

Aerin Thomas: A glance over his shoulder, and he notes Dara, Jocelyn, and Ewan all entering, variously.

Ewan O'Mailly: *He walks up to the food court looking around for Joc. Once seeing her a huge smile forms on his face as he waves and walks to her and Dara.* Hey.

Jocelyn Pasqual: Hey. *Reaching up to wrap her arms behind his neck in a hug*

Abbey Randelle: *an eyebrow raises slightly. her eyes slip to the table, and then around, before finding him again, a slight smile playing on pale lips. murmer muted, and just between them* You have the advantage, currently, Mr. Thomas. While you have admitted to being something other than entirely mundane, i regret, I remain ignorant of your nature.

Dara : *she stands there while they hug, chewing the lipring, blinking and looking about*

Aerin Thomas: He looks back, and visibly winces...fuck. He leans forward a little, murmuring to her.

Ewan O'Mailly: *Ewan smiles of the woods, fire smoke and dirt, great combination. He hugs her tightly as he missed her these last two nights. He looks to Dara.* Hey Dara.

Aerin Thomas -> Abbey Randelle: "Your intended and I share many traits, Miss Randelle," he murmurs. "Including a certain...very distant lineage."

Abbey Randelle: *that eyebrow maintains its skyward position. she leans slightly over the table, smelling of grapefruit and snapping of cold. she murmers between them*

Dara : hey ewan*nodding to him, fidgeting with the myriad multiple bags shes holding aside from the backpack over her shoulders*

Abbey Randelle -> Aerin Thomas: Another distant cousin. How peculiar. *she murmers, eyes icy. she was never great at feigning stupidity. but she gives ignorance a shot* Remain secretive of your nature sir. I do not inquire. Nor would I inquire of my fiance. I trust you understand?

Abbey Randelle: d10: manip + sub: 5,4,6,

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Subt: 2,3,4,7,6,3,1,

Aerin Thomas: He remains watching her for a long period, and he nods slightly. Does he buy it? Hard to say. He murmurs back.

Aerin Thomas -> Abbey Randelle: "Of course, Miss Randelle. I understand very well." A brief pause. "Thank you."

Jocelyn Pasqual: You weren't kidding you just got back. *Letting go of him, stepping back next to Dara again*

Abbey Randelle: *a hand slips to the silver chain at her throat, and she tilts her head slightly, a wisp of white hair falling pale over an unwavering grey eye. she leans back, hands folded one on the other* How was it you were acquainted with Mr. Kennedy sir?

Ewan O'Mailly: *He finally let’s go of Joc, but not after stealing a kiss.* I really missed ya. *He nods.* Yeah, they had us up in gods know where. *He turns to Dara looking at the bags.* Ya need help carrying some of those? Might as well make myself somewhat useful.

Aerin Thomas: "We worked together on a project...Ancient Egyptian History. Sort of an archeology project, you could say."

Jocelyn Pasqual: I missed you too. *Glancing at Dara*

Cherry Matthews: How in the hell did she find herself in.......where ever she was. It was warm that is all she cares about, as she get's pushed and showed out of the way. Does no one see the cane. Oh well she goes with the flow of the people. Ummmm interesting. Her sightless eyes widdening as she feels something moving beneath her as she goes up, and yet she isn't moving at all. Oh my god!

Dara : naw....s'fine....*shaking her head to ewan, eyes flicking about here and there, soft sounds of clicking*

Cherry Matthews: DD She is one of those people you cross the street to avoid, or stare at in pity or disgust. She might have been pretty if her 'I don't give a fuck' attitude didn't roll off of her. Standing at 5'5" tall she is pale and thin, almost exceedingly so, and with the dead haunted look in her pale blue eyes she gives off the impression of the walking dead. Her stringy blond hair has been dyed in several different colors, blue green and fuchsia. She has an eyebrow piercing in her right eyebrow, a piercing in her nose, on the left, a lip piercing on her upper lip to the right side, and a tongue ring. She is wearing a black t-shirt with the words 'I'll sleep when I am dead' written on it. A pair of skin tight jeans that looks like they can just slide off her bony hips. A pair of very old worn and mismatched snwakers. A winter jacket is also worn but unzipped. A cane in her hands.

Abbey Randelle: I see. I beleive he mentioned this in passing. *her eyes drift to the kissy couple radiating homocidal anger. an eyebrow up. interesting. she looks back to Aerin. * I would have assisted, however, there were elements involved which i had no wish to associate with. Besides the rather obvious.

Aerin Thomas: "Entirely understandable." He nods. "It all worked out in the end, though, as well as it could."

Cherry Matthews: d10: awareness: 7,2,4,4,6,9,9,

Jocelyn Pasqual: Come on. We're gonna go do some stuff. *Grabbing Ewan's arm*

Abbey Randelle: Quite Fortunate. *she nods slightly* I understand it took several attempts. PLeasant that the most recent was a success.

Cherry Matthews: And like the blind woman she is when she reaches the top of the escelator, her eyes wide anyways but suddenly she goes sprawling to the ground, face planting, as the momentum of her feet suddenly stopped, yet her body tried to keep going on her. "Holy fucking shit, mother fucks coudda warned a girl."

Ewan O'Mailly: *Ewan smiles at Joc and nods.* All righ' I'm just happy to be indoors for once. *He fallows Joc wherever she leads him.*

Jocelyn Pasqual: I think we'll end up indoors someplace. *Nodding, looking to Dara again* Right, Dar?

Abbey Randelle: *A fleshy slap draws her attention, and she turns slightly to regard the faceplanted woman. A muted frown.* oh dear. *she murmers*

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah." He nods a little, smiling faintly. "It worked out quite well...thank you."

Cherry Matthews: Holding onto her cane a slap of her hand on the floor as she pushes her skanky ass to her knees. Turning and waving her fits to the offending escalator, alkthough the woman there thinks she is pissed at her. "Ya warn me the next time you decide topull a nasty ass prank on me ya hear?"

Aerin Thomas: He glances over at the blind woman yelling at a method of transportation. Interesting.

Dara : yeah...sure......prolly*shrugging and nodding, looking between them*

Abbey Randelle: *eyebrow. up*

Jocelyn Pasqual: Okay. How are we gonna do this? Where are we going to go? *Leaning in, voice lowered* And who's buyin' the stuff?

Dara : *eyes go to whats going on with cherry and she blinks slowly, head tilting oddly*

Ewan O'Mailly: *Ewan undoes Jocelyn's hold on his arm and jogs to the blind woman. Anyone that goes to her help automatically backs down. He stand a couple of feet away from her as she swings her cane around.* Ya want to yell at the escalator standing up? That way ya can really wack it.

Cherry Matthews: She get's up still shaking her fist at the escalator using the cane to hoist herself up. she then pushes her loose hair back over away from her face, she is a mess, like she cares. "Gaaaah." pulls her hand from the tangled knot that is her hair. She turns her head looking in the direction of Aerin and Abbey, over their heads really. She looks like she is sniffing the air, was she hungry? She looks like she could be fed. A manovelent grin on her face. She heads in their direction running into people who do not see her off hand. "What where you are walking blind woman here."

Cherry Matthews: ((DLP))

Abbey Randelle: oh dear*its said again, blind woman coming towards them. the woman looked like.. well.. a streetperson. how unpleasant. *

Aerin Thomas: Ooookay...he looks to Abbey, brow raising, then back to her. No one he knows, for sure...

Cherry Matthews: She get's up still shaking her fist at the escalator using the cane to hoist herself up. she then pushes her loose hair back over away from her face, she is a mess, like she cares. "Gaaaah." pulls her hand from the tangled knot that is her hair. She turns her head looking in the direction of Aerin and Abbey, over their heads really. She looks like she is sniffing the air, was she hungry? She looks like she could be fed. A manovelent grin on her face. She turns her eyes to Ewan. "I can do most things well on my knees." a grin that doesn't look all that nice on her face.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She doesn't even notice anything going on until Ewan leaves her side. Then, she steps back and leans into Dara to watch*

Aerin Thomas: Oh, yeah, THERE'S a slick line. He reaches up to rub at the bridge of his nose. Goddess...

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Her jaw sets when she hears Cherry, eyes narrowing into a death glare*

Ewan O'Mailly: *He smirks not really intimidated by the blind woman.* Yeah, I bet ya can. All righ' I'm gonna help ya up alrigh'? *He lightly takes one of her arms and slowly pulls her up.*

Abbey Randelle: *Her eyes widen slightly. Oh dear. How terribly.. classy.. A slight purse of her lips as she looks to her hands folded in her lap, then to Aerin. Ice queen mildy offended*

Abbey Randelle: How dreadfully unpleasant. *she murmers*

Cherry Matthews: ((Ummm she already got to her feet. *Hugs* but tanks *S*)) She raises an eyeborw at Ewan, " yeah um hum riiiiiight. I got's things ta do." She starts to head off in the direction of Abbey and Aerin, Sniffing the air. she wrinkles her nose as some such scent.

Dara : *she half leans back into jocelyn, watching as well, quietly*

Jocelyn Pasqual: We should go trip her. *Quietly, watching*

Aerin Thomas: "...yeah." He nods a little to Abbey, and glances to Ewan...then back to Jocelyn and Dara. Ooh, jealousy rears it's ugly head. A sigh, as he shakes his head. This is not going to be pretty.

Ewan O'Mailly: *He shuges his shoulders at her.* Whatever. *With that he walks back to Joc and Dara.*

Dara : naw.....best t'leave be joce....jes leave be......

Jocelyn Pasqual: Yeah...

Cherry Matthews: She runs into someone who walking in her path with a " Hey watch the fuck where you are going." before she continues to move on, yep she doesn't seem to actually be using the cane it is more of something that right now she is holding in her hand, as she yells at a trash can for getting in her way.

Abbey Randelle: *she turns around entirely, back to cherry and the rest of the soap opera. a moments consideration before she glances at the dainty silver watch on her pale wrist. a purse of lips. she looks to Aerin* Thank you Mr. Thomas, it has been most pleasant speaking with you It grows late however. *she murmers politely, making to stand*

Ewan O'Mailly: *He misses Joc look as he comes up with a smile. He rubs the back of his neck.* That what I get for trying ta be nice.

Jocelyn Pasqual: Yeah. Well. *Scowling* So how are we doin' this?

Aerin Thomas: "Of course, Miss Randelle. Have an excellent evening...and say hello to your intended. I don't get to see him enough." He nods to her, smiling politely, and then looks back to the approaching Cherry.

Ewan O'Mailly: *He does notices the scowl and gives a curios look at him. He looks between the girls staying silent since he has no clue what they are planning.*

Dara : lets jes....get.....I kin prolly nab some stuff from home, Im sure durst wouldnt mind....*shrugging* we jes need summere ta be er go

Jocelyn Pasqual: Yeah. Not Jasper's. *She glances up at Ewan* He'd have a fit.

Abbey Randelle: I shall bring your regards. Good Evening, and good luck. *A polite smile, she swoops the thin bladecase from the floor to her back, and inclines her head, before making her away from the table, towards the escalators and Cherry*

Cherry Matthews: Oh yes she seems to he beadding more towards Aerin than Abbey, that manovelent grin still on her face.

Ewan O'Mailly: *Ewan catch on and nods at them two.* I dont want to sound free loader, but I got no money. *He smiles though.* But I did find a nice field out in the woods as well as a patch.

Abbey Randelle: *It grows chill as the blind woman seems to be heading right for her. of course.. the woman was blind, and therefore it was cioncidence. Abbey steps lithely to the side as she passes the woman, murmering softly* Excuse me miss.

Jocelyn Pasqual: Money I've got. *Looking to Dara* You want to brave outside? Or should we get a cheap motel room?

Dara : outside.......always felt better outside.........safer....sides...can start a fire or somethin long as we keep careful bout it

Cherry Matthews: She gives a quizzical look to Abbey passing right by her as Abbey steps to the side, nope she is headding towards Aerin once she turns her head back around. She makes a disguested face at the scent of fruityness passes her nostrels. The cane comes in hand it seems finally as she comes to a stop by Aerin. "Hey there."

Jocelyn Pasqual: Okay. *Nodding* Come on then. *Starting for the exit* How far is the field? *Looking to Ewan*

Aerin Thomas: His brow raises as she passes by Abbey, heading toward him. He twists in his chair, facing the blind woman fully, waiting. Eyes flicking around the food court, anticipating possible attacks. He obviously doesn't take the woman's blindness as potentially absolute, or that she isn't a ruse for something else.

Aerin Thomas: "Hey." Looking up at her, brow raised. "I know you?"

Jocelyn Pasqual: Yeah. We'll do that. *Hand slipping into Ewan's as they leave*

Cherry Matthews: She actually pretends to check out her finger nails as she slumps in the chair, then sticking them in her mouth chewing at them a moment or two."Wah?" a raise of her eyebrow. "Why doncha tell me?"

Aerin Thomas: "I have...NO...idea." Openly wary of the woman, now. He looks up to Abbey, head tilting curiously, before looking back to Cherry. "What are you talking about?"

Abbey Randelle: *Grey eyes light on Aerin a moment, noting the sudden chance in stance. A purse of lips as she inclines her head to Joyceln etc as they leave, lingering a ways away from Aerin. Even Abbey thought random blind people bee-lining for you was a little.. odd.*

Cherry Matthews: Her eyes narrow, she doesn't hear any hints of lieing in his speach, she tilts her head to the side and purses her lips together. "What can I say ya santd out in a crowd, can't a girl want for a little company?"

Dara : *shes heading off with the other two, bags all in hand, nodding to aerin with a smile, and a nod to abbey as well*

Aerin Thomas: d10: Persuasion (Gift): 9,3,10,4,6,6,8,

Cherry Matthews: d10: Awareness: 7,5,10,9,9,6,10,

Abbey Randelle: *dara is acknowledged with a polite smile*

Aerin Thomas: "That depends entirely on why." He tilts his head, regarding her. The woman's coy nature causes a little hardening in his voice. "You're a blind women who headed straight for me. Don't tell me that you picked me at random for my looks...and I don't know you. So why don't you tell me who you are and why you're here, sitting at my table. In about...five seconds."

Abbey Randelle: (i see you taught the wife that thing the roller likes.)

Aerin Thomas: d10: Cha+Intimidation-WP: 3,4,8,2,1,

Abbey Randelle: d10: aware: 9,10,2,

Cherry Matthews: d10: Willpower: 6,2,7,3,9,8,

Aerin Thomas: ((And she did it much better then me...today, at least.))

Abbey Randelle: *yeah. the albino sure is a big scary bodyguard. but thats very much the impression of her stance. wary, composed, and politely poised* ((she's freshmeat. you've been hear so long you're old tricks))

Cherry Matthews: She frowns, perma tilt of her head."Names Cherry, hotstuff, and I have a great sence of smell."

Cherry Matthews: ((What can i say she is a swareness junkie among other things *G*))

Cherry Matthews: "And I did pick ya at random, ya just were screaming out to me."

Aerin Thomas: "All right. Cherry...what did you smell this way? Beyond cooling pizza, oiled leather, and a sense of rapidly depleting patience, that is..."

Abbey Randelle: *her eyebrow creeps skyward as she regards the two of them*

Abbey Randelle: (and dog. don't forget about dog)

Aerin Thomas: "And I don't usually scream. That's the potential threat's job."

Aerin Thomas: ((Oh, hush, you! *G*))

Cherry Matthews: She straightes her head raises an eyebrow. "It is always nice ta have a bit of that on the side. I smelled trouble, and what can i say, I like trouble, it seems to be my middle name." She actually laughs, a creepy sound like nails on a chalk board. "Yeah I dun mind screaming as long as it is done by the right person."

Aerin Thomas: "You wouldn't like my kind of screaming, Cherry. Trust me...I've got a boat trip I could tell you about. Now, start being clearer, soon. Please." He smiles, coldly. Not for anyone's benefit...just something that comes naturally to the man's face. Despite his words and the conversational tone, there's nothing polite or happy in his posture or face...it's all dead cold.

Abbey Randelle: *Yes. This line of conversation does little to ease her suspicions of something being awry. A glance about, cool grey eyes playing over the emptying food court, then back to the two at the table. Abbey remains silent as the grave, hand slipping to loosen her blade from her shoulder slightly, she lets her form go rigid, slim white finger tracing a glyph in the air*

Abbey Randelle: d10: arete: 3,5,5,

Cherry Matthews: She laughs. "Ya think ya scare me? Right, and I got's some stories ta tell ya." she shakes her head. "She moves to lean in close as she can get to Aerin personel space? She has no concept of such, as her next words are low.

Abbey Randelle: (awareness if ya gots it)

Cherry Matthews -> Aerin Thomas: "Hun you radiate things, others can feel and will be able to miles away, I just happened to be the one around to ~feel~ it."

Cherry Matthews: d10: Awareness: 2,7,5,8,6,1,6,

Aerin Thomas: "I think you should be frightened." He leans in, though, to listen.

Cherry Matthews: She moves quickly away from Aerin standing up quite suddenly. "Bitch." it is a growled out loathing vicious word spilling from her lips like vennom.

Aerin Thomas: A brow raises, and he leans back, watching her closely.

Abbey Randelle: *abbeys eyes widen, then narrow, pale girl moving to step lightly and circle away from the blind woman, immediately in a stance thats less than pleasant and clearly poised for quick movement. a glance to aerin as she moves, and a shake of her head. whatever that was. it wasn't good.*

Abbey Randelle: d10: dex stealth: 7,4,4,8,7,5,

Cherry Matthews: d10: Per+Alert: 4,5,4,3,4,4,

Cherry Matthews: She doesn't even hear Abbey move as she grasps her cane tightly in her hand. "I can talk to you any fucking way I damn welkl please, you perverted sack of shit."

Aerin Thomas: "Say, WHAT?" He rises from his seat, moving away from her. His hand strays into his trench coat, waving Abbey off. One word mouthed silently, very visibly... GO.

Misty Greymoore: Slender, graceful, always watching and curious, with fastidiously clean habits and always clothing of deep blacks and purples and greens; usually laces and silks, very much a goth. Lace goth at that. Eyeliner. A pentacle on a tight necklace always there, as well. Parasol under one arm. Heels clacking as she moves for the food court, -still- patting at one of her pockets

Abbey Randelle: *Yeah abbey's all about leaving. Unfortunately she just circled.. away from the mall exit. She continues to move, hoping to make a full circle*

Abbey Randelle: d10: dex stealth: 9,8,7,8,7,5,

Cherry Matthews: She she insane? It seems entirely so. She has a sneer on her facer that looks like it could melt stone. She doesn't look to be a happy camper not at all. "Well ~Sister dear~" both of those words dripping with Vennom as they fall from her mouth. "They were never yours to begin with, except in some twisted way in your mind." a grin seems to be forming. "Yes, yes i did attempt to do so, and next time you will not be so luck."

Cherry Matthews: (Lick=lucky)

Abbey Randelle: *How does someone dressed all in white blend in? Very easily apparently. She simply moves too swiftly, footsteps too light on the tile.*

Aerin Thomas: He remains close, a good distance, but able to intercept Cherry should she launch herself at bystanders. He's tensed, in a ready stance, able to spring to action in an instant, listening to this insane conversation.

Misty Greymoore: Parasol switched to over her shoulder, and too concerned with patting her pockets and frowning. Three cheap A4-folded-in-half-and-stapled booklets in one hand, and peering about idly. Then to the counter staff, muttering, and waving the three books

Aerin Thomas: He glances over to Misty briefly, then back, keeping her in the side of his vision. Long as she doesn't come close to the psycho street-whore, he's not too worried about her. Still, it pays to be careful.

Cherry Matthews: Another laugh, like nails on a chalk-board. "I believe I already know, you forget how in tue to thing I am." she makes a come hither wave with one hand. "Come and get me cunt, I already know who the better of us are. And your slaves will truly be set free, this time."

Abbey Randelle: *She's at the escalators again, but she remains. not going anywhere it would appear, back to facing over Cherry's shoulder to Aerin, she mouths "death" and gestures to Cherry, hands gesticulating in a subtle radiating motion*

Misty Greymoore: (Usual thing with Fae PMing, maybe) "It's like these. Only it's got a guy's face. Right. Red eyes and li - no, colored in. Right. Like a coloring book. Sheesh" Rolling her eyes, then a bright grin as the booklet is produced and handed across "Knew I'd left it. Ta. Can I get coffee? With cream?" Paid for, as well, and a smug look settling over her features, looking out over the court and sipping from the mug

Aerin Thomas: He glances back to Abbey, frowning, and tenses even further. He looks back to Cherry, ready to act at a moment's notice.

Cherry Matthews: "They are your wards my ass, Bitch." her own voice dropping in volumn a grave chill seems to come from her next words. "Riiight like you were really supprised, Next time, it will not go the same way and you will not be seeing the light of day ~ever~ again."

Abbey Randelle: *Abbey's eyes slip to the lace goth. That one could be mauled and she'd rather ignore it. The pale girl remains at the ready, motioning for Aerin to slip away*

Misty Greymoore: Turning, tucking the four booklets to the pocket of her longer, thick coat, and holding the mug in both hands. Leaning on the plastic railing, and watching the little sideshow, and the woman with the scratchy voice

Aerin Thomas: Moving away...this one? Not a chance. His stance is protective of anyone moving close...wary, ready to act if needed.

Cherry Matthews: She shakes her head and starts to move away, the sneer on her face. she is actually using the cane to track her steps so she knows where she is going. "I know what it is like, I just do not let it fucking get to me, you are all piss poor examples letting yourselves get caught up in your pain." that last sounds whinny. "And do not even attempt to fucking tell me you are good, crack whore, you ain't and ya know it."

Abbey Randelle: *Ugh. Everyone always had to protect the innocents. The gorgeous albino supresses a sigh and remains, watching as Cherry approaches the exit*

Misty Greymoore: A glance around, this way and that. Drinking coffee at a decently fast speed, holding it in one hand and the parasol in the other, then looking after Cherry in vague amusement

Aerin Thomas: "Cherry." He looks at her, eyes narrowing.

Cherry Matthews: She growls. "I ~Will~ finish it." perma sneer she was having a good time before this. "You are the betrayer of what once was, not me, see that is how amazingly fucked up your mind is." it is said with a mocking undertone, a tilt of her head, was she looksing at Abbey as she attempts to leave?

Cherry Matthews: Her steps falter and she tilts her head the other direction was someone else talking to her?

Abbey Randelle: *Lets test this theory, shall we? As Cherry nears, Abbey slips to the side. Watching her.*

Abbey Randelle: d10: dex stealth: 7,8,5,3,4,5,

Cherry Matthews: "oooooooo just you wait till I get my hands on you." she shakes her fit in the air.

Aerin Thomas: He moves to intercept...staying betwen her and people. Keeping them safe from the crazy woman. "How about you and I talk a walk outside, hmm? Away from people, where you can talk with your friend in privacy."

Cherry Matthews: d10: Per+Alert: 3,2,5,1,4,5,

Misty Greymoore: d10: Per/Alert: 2,7,6,1,8,

Cherry Matthews: And it seems she totally forgot about the escalators compleatly as she goes pitching down them.

Misty Greymoore: Too busy watching Cherry, fond approval evident on her face, before the sixteen year old yawns, gulps down more coffee, sets the mug down and clacks towards her. An easy grin, and a sleek, smooth voice "Alright there, hun?"

Aerin Thomas: Oh, JESUS. He moves to follow her, moving quickly down the elevator...his hand makes a quick motion, into his trench, then into his pocket.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Dex+Stealth(WP): 5,8,9,10,

Misty Greymoore: Aaand. Shit, frankly. She blinks, and doesn't bother even walking down the elevator - tearing down, after Aerin

Abbey Randelle: *Abbey's hand comes to her mouth. Shock? No.. its just impolite to laugh so hard in public. Especially at someone elses misfortune, and so she stifles it, treading quickly down the escalator*

Cherry Matthews: Plkenty of grunting noises as she goes tumbling down the escalator, landing in a sprawl at the bottom a grin as she shivers, oh yeah that was new. "I need to do that again." shit a few blinks, where did her cane go?

Aerin Thomas: His hand comes out of his pocket, moving to Cherry and reaching down to help her to her feet. He reaches for her cane at the same time. "C'mon, Cherry...outside. Where there's no escalators to fall down."

Aerin Thomas -> Voice: ((For reference, the Dex+Stealth was to hide the gun he transferred from shoulder holster to pocket.))

Misty Greymoore: "Damn, lady, you alright?" Ever so vaguely impressed sounding, helping her up as well, and ... well, yeah. Not much, as she's young, gothling, and therefore not as heavily built as say, Aerin

Abbey Randelle: *She moves silently after them. Eyes alight with the muted remains of vindictive mirth. Sometimes Fate gave her freebies.*

Cherry Matthews: She blinks how in the world did hotstuff get here so soon. a raise of an eyebrow as she get's hauled to her feet. She seems to be tougher than she looks. "Naw that wasn't so bad, the moving noise machines they do a whole lot more danage to a body."

Aerin Thomas: ((Aerin's no mound of beefcake, either...5'11, 140 pounds. *S*))

Cherry Matthews: "Whatch think I am gonna break?" she pfts "I'm fine." she bends over to try and find her cane.

Voice -> Aerin Thomas: ((Righto, cool, well I should be off in a moment, done messing with everyone for now and need to get some food before lectures begin. Cya soon Rav.))

Aerin Thomas -> Voice: ((See ya.))

Misty Greymoore: "They would be cars" Grinning, and using her parasol as a cane as she finally stands, the metal ferrule clacking to the floor "And it's generally agreed getting hit by one is a bad idea. Likewise, floor diving, though it's a faster way to get down"

Aerin Thomas: "No, I think you're going to go outside. Right about now." He hands her the cane he's picked up, and starts to lead her, hand on her arm, to the door.

Cherry Matthews: And it is not a difficult thing as she maybe weighs 90 pounds, feet trying to keep up with Aerin. "Hot stuff, I ain't gonna go no where." She shoots back over her shoulder. "Yesh them they ain't so much fun, but that last ride I wouldn't mind taking again." a grin.

Abbey Randelle: *Abbey remains silent. best have one extra set of unknown hands, should anything go awry. she dollows a few meters behind*

Misty Greymoore: Hmm. A glance back up, then frowning at Aerin. Heels clacking, moving further for Cherry "Hey, woah. Wait, slow down, and all that. If you ain't going nowhere, how come Store Security here is escorting your ass out?"

Aerin Thomas: "It's not an option. Outside." It's said completely without emotion...once he's found she's okay, well...that hasn't improved his mood any.

Cherry Matthews: "Is just my luck" she says to Misty with a shrug holding onto her cane tightly with one almost skelatal looking hand. she rolls her eyes to Aerin. "Right, right, I got's it ya wan me out of here and dun evewr come back. seesh."

Aerin Thomas: Hey, she's buyin' it, he's goin' with it. "Something like that, yeah." He heads for the nearest exit, pushing the door open and moving out with her. His free hand remains inside the pocket of his trench.

Cherry Matthews: Oh cold outside, a different type of shiver goes down her spine, as she bounces off the door a bit as they leave. another good feeling as she grins. "Whatcha wan me ta do? This ain't my area, but IO am sure the other girls ain't gonna mind much."

Misty Greymoore: She looks between them a moment, then grins widely. A glance back, and saying - conversationally - "So, is it the voice, the blindness, or what that makes you like to play security? I mean, it's a ... great uniform"

Aerin Thomas: He leans in, murmuring to her, with his hand still on her arm...scanning the vicinity as he does so.

Aerin Thomas -> Cherry Matthews: "I want you to tell me what the fuck you are, and right now, before I get...angry."

Abbey Randelle: *Abbey glides out the door once they're a ways away from it outside, then turns to regard misty. eyes cold. her hand goes to the latch of her blade case*

Aerin Thomas: He glances to Misty suddenly, brow raising. "I never said I was security. You did. I'm just keeping people safe...be smart. Move along."

Cherry Matthews: A raise of her eyebrow. "Riiiiiight." she tilts her head and chuckles, he wasn't gonna believe her anyways as she lenas in to whisper as they walk.

Cherry Matthews -> Aerin Thomas: "Death, what are you?"

Aerin Thomas: Whatever she said didn't seem to put him in a good mood, as his hand shoots out to grab her by the throat. ((Initiative time? *S*))

Cherry Matthews: ((Sure *L*))

Cherry Matthews: d10: Init: 9,

Abbey Randelle: *Man is it.. cooold outside. I mean.. they say the temperature is above freezing.. but it sure doesn't seem so in this immediate area. The delicate little albino tilts her head. A polite smile to Misty. One that could freeze the balls off the Abominable Snowman. That pale hand hovers*

Aerin Thomas: d10: Init: 8,

Cherry Matthews: ((15 *Dances*))

Misty Greymoore: d10: Init +: 3,

Abbey Randelle: d10: init (in case): 7,

Aerin Thomas: ((14))

Abbey Randelle: (13)

Misty Greymoore: (9. Stuff)

Aerin Thomas: He's trying to grab her by the throat. ((Rage spent, too))

Aerin Thomas: d10: Dex+Brawl: 8,4,1,9,1,

Abbey Randelle: *Abbey is moving to prevent Misty from assisting. Should the goth get the urge to play hero. Still silent as a ghost*

Cherry Matthews: She isn't resisting at all as she get's pulled closer to Aerin, her head tilts to the side, what did she say?

Misty Greymoore: Caught mostly off guard, just standing there, and ... watching. Y'know. Observing.

Aerin Thomas: RECAP: Aerin goes for the throat and...misses the blind woman who is totally unprepared. How sad. Abbey moves to block Misty, who watches...Cherry watches as well. ((Rage action next))

Aerin Thomas: He tries again to snag her by the throat.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Dex+Brawl: 8,9,9,6,6,

Aerin Thomas: RAGE RECAP: Aerin's hand may have missed before, but he moves so quickly with the second one, it's almost as if it were one action that just paused a little before succeeded, fingers wrapping around the blind woman's throat.

Aerin Thomas: ((New round))

Aerin Thomas: ((Order of declare, last to first: Misty, Abbey, Aerin, Cherry))

Misty Greymoore: (Moving, and backing off from Abbey. Still, just trying to watch. And back off)

Abbey Randelle: *Abbey is pressing the pursuit of Misty, murmering* You would be wise to leave. before you are harmed. between them.

Abbey Randelle: d10: dex + ath abil apt: 6,6,6,4,9,8,3,2,

Aerin Thomas: With his hand around his throat, the man is the pinnacle of emotionless efficiency, moving to pick her up and slam her against the wall, holding her there.

Misty Greymoore: Backinf off - slowly - heels clacking, and parasol held tightly in one hand. Shifting to a side, some, eyeing the attack "You think I planned getting between those two lovers? Eh"

Abbey Randelle: ((*moving to close the distance between them*....man.. not like i forgot just ONE word))

Aerin Thomas: d10: Strength+Brawl(WP): 5,3,6,4,8,

Cherry Matthews: A bit supprised, as she is grabbed by the throat, but she grins none-the-less. She winks. "See ya on the other side." she wriggles her eyebrows.

Cherry Matthews: d10: Ghost walk((WP)): 3,6,2,5,5,4,8,

Aerin Thomas: RECAP: As Aerin moves to pick her up, Cherry becomes entirely hazy, and his hand passes directly through her, as well as much of her body. Abby and Misty converse...Aerin is quite surprised by the maneuver. "...the FUCK?"

Misty Greymoore: Surprised enough. Blinking, and sidestepping a few times to get a better look at the swearing tall guy

Aerin Thomas: ((Awareness rolls allowed, btw, for Cherry's action. And out of combat, 'less Misty or Abbey wanna get it on.))

Abbey Randelle: d10: aware: 2,3,9,

Aerin Thomas: He's just stunned. He stares at Cherry, his face an utter mask of...nothing. Just a cold stare, as he pulls his hand back, away.

Cherry Matthews: She winks, wriggling her eyebrows she walks through Aerin, moving to dissapear fully.

Cherry Matthews: d10: Stepping across Viel: 8,2,5,7,7,1,

Abbey Randelle: *Abbey regards Misty coldly a moment, after what she'd implied in the park, stabbing her would be most pleasant. A polite smile as she decides on a different course of action, and moves to regard Aerin, ans the transparent Cherry*

Aerin Thomas: And Cherry just...vanishes as she steps through Aerin. The man tenses, whirling around to watch her dissipating form. His hands clench and unclench.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Rage: 10,7,10,7,

Aerin Thomas: ((WP SPENT!))

Misty Greymoore: She eyes the shift for a moment, and grins brightly. Turning, and clacking away, using the parasol as a cane

Misty Greymoore -> Aerin Thomas: (Kill-ass-furry-monkey-time?)

Abbey Randelle: oh dear. *its a soft murmer as she tenses into a ready running position*

Aerin Thomas -> Misty Greymoore: ((Thank the Gods for WP. *S*))

Aerin Thomas: His body tenses, and he lets out a very primal, animalistic growl. "GO!" It's not a request. It's an order. He focuses his will, turning and moving away from the two, and anyone else in the vicinity, at his maximum running speed.

Abbey Randelle: d10: Dex/Ath (apt + wp): 10,4,2,2,5,9,8,1,

Abbey Randelle: d10: ten: 7,

Aerin Thomas: d10: Dex+Ath (Other Way): 4,6,5,7,

Abbey Randelle: Good Evening Mr. THomas.. a pleasure.. I'll give Ingvar your..*It fades out, as the Albino's a white streak away from the mall, running at breakneck speed 3 times as quickly as poor Aerin, pleasant thing she is, she darts right past Misty without a "by the way" or anything*

Cherry Matthews: ((*Chuckles* all of this fuss for one little thing said *G*))

Aerin Thomas: And he's gone, out of the vicinity.

Abbey Randelle: *As is Miss Randelle*