Keith Newcomb: He sits on a bench in the park, his hazel eyes cold and aloof as he slowly smokes a Camel ciggy.

Keith Newcomb: His nostrils flare as if he's scenting them, one hand moving inside the pocket of his leather Misfits jacket.

Felisa Espinosa: It's a decent enough night, clear and cool. Hunting was good as it always was, she got it over and done with early in the evening; got it out of the way. At the moment she's smoking and walking quietly, lost in her mad little world.

Keith Newcomb: d10: : 7,9,5,7,9,

Keith Newcomb: Alert as always, amazing for someone who shouldn't *be* so observant. His flaring nostrils scent the acrid smoke first, his hazel gaze follows the aroma to the person, recognition blipping. "Fel," he says quietly. Perhaps to himself.

Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+alert: 9,4,2,5,1,

Felisa Espinosa: She doesn't notice him, or the sound that his lips make. The woman seemed lost in her own thoughts, although from the look of her face she didn't seem very troubled. Then again, she never seemed troubled about anything at all. If she did she never showed it.
Felisa choose to sit by the lake, perhaps to skip stones or just blow smoke rings.

Keith Newcomb: He stands up, moving towards her. Quiet but not silence. Deceptive, perhaps, but not sneaky.

Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+alert: 4,2,8,4,2,

Felisa Espinosa: Her head turns to the side just enough, and her eye rolls to greet a shadowy visage.
"What is it?" she asks. "What brings you to a teenager by the pond?"

Keith Newcomb: "My boredom, mostly," he answers with some truth. He sits down a couple of feet away, giving her space. "Fel. You know Alex, Alexander, the big blond dude with the femmy little guy on a leash, goes to Limelight a lot?"

Felisa Espinosa: "I know him," she says, her tone flat and deadish but not judgemental, simply what she is. "Bit of a kinkster, friendly but wild at times. What about the man?"

Keith Newcomb: "I'm feeling increasingly uneasy about him. Trying to see if anyone knows him real well, knows what his fuckin' deal is." A shrug. A plume of cigarette smoke rises to the sky. "He's trying to get real chummy with me like we're good friends, you know?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: Into the park he walks, frowning a bit as he leans on his staff. The man looks...tired. Not in his usual way...sleep or not isn't the concern. He looks mentally weary, like someone who's been through an ordeal of some kind, and hasn't exactly come out the better for it. ...on second thought, maybe he is tired in the usual way. Regardless, he walks along, looking around as his steps take him through the park.

Keith Newcomb: d10: : 8,10,9,5,8,

Keith Newcomb: It's as if he's paranoid or something, though he's not. He's just in the exact right angle to spot Aerin immediately. The man doesn't look well. He lifts an arm to be seen.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Per+Alert: 9,7,8,3,5,2,

Keith Newcomb: ~Keith, on the other hand, is bright eyed and bushy tailed, so to speak, aware and mentally alert. Quite alert, it seems.~

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He glances over at the upraised arm, frowning as he sees Keith and Felisa together. He shakes his head a little to himself, and makes his way in that direction.

Felisa Espinosa: ((sorry, got the boot))

Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+alert: 6,5,7,10,9,

Keith Newcomb: He stands up, dropping the smoldering ciggy to the ground. "Aerin." A nod. He may be pleased to see him, but he's not really showing much in the way of emotion.

Felisa Espinosa: Seems that once the woman's out of her thoughts she's about as sharp as a sniper. Aerin was looked at for a moment with the strange dark eyes as the Puerto Rican thought about what Keith has said.
"Doesn't seem right for you, really. Why would you worry about him when you can take care of yourself? That makes no sense to me at all."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Keith." He nods shortly to the man, and then looks at Felisa with another nod. "Fel. How are you two tonight?"

Keith Newcomb: "Not worried," he answers with the partial truth. "But you can bet I'll cover my ass."

Keith Newcomb: Then adds in a mutter, "Literally." Aerin: Normal voice, "Pretty good, soon as Amy Silverthorne and Jarod something or other try out for the band, we'll be flyin'. Just ran into Fel here a moment ago."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He smirks at something and shakes his head. Man's just digging himself deeper and deeper. "I see."

Felisa Espinosa: "I am wonder why a man with a reputation for being... formidable... is concerned over another man that literally has his lover on a leash," she said, looking at Aerin and raising an eyebrow. "Fuck if you don't look like hell in a skillet."

Felisa Espinosa: ((wondering))

Keith Newcomb: "I'm formidable?" He grins. "Sweet!" Frowns suddenly, thinking. "Well, I think I did mention being immortal the other night, but I was drunk as a skunk."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: Felisa gets a smirk. "Only slightly fried. Batter-free, at least."

Felisa Espinosa: "That's what they whisper Keith," she said. "But you know how the gossip train is."
A shark's grin. "And here I thought you liked the occasional Hershey Highway."

Keith Newcomb: "There's lots of gossip about me." He shrugs. "I'm an asshole, so I guess I invite it. No skin off my butt." Smirks. "And I don't particularly care where the hole is located, no. I'm a sexual opportunist."

Felisa Espinosa: "Hmm. That's a double-edged blade if there ever was one. Funny how that works."
She tossed the ciggie and lit up another one almost immediately afterwards. "So if that's the case... why would you be worried about Alex? Not your type?"

Keith Newcomb: "I'm not worried about him," he sighs. "I just want to find out more *about* him."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He listens quietly between them, leaning on his staff and lighting up a cigarette of his own, soon after Felisa lights hers.

Felisa Espinosa: d10: aura per ((wp)): 3,4,1,6,3,

Felisa Espinosa -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: **nothing doing, sadly**

Felisa Espinosa: She seemed to squint, and then sigh as if disappointed in something occult. "People, as a whole, don't like being investigated. Why don't you just ask him what you want to know?" she questioned.

Keith Newcomb: "I'm going to." He nods to Aerin. "You look like shit. You okay, man?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks over at Keith, locking eyes with the man and holding his gaze for a moment. A flare of intensity in his gaze. "Don't worry about me, Keith. I'm fine."

Keith Newcomb: He grins. "I don't think I have to worry about you, no. You should come with me and Liam and Jeff, hell throw in a few of the others, come party with us. Take the edge off. Bring your 'partner' if you want. I have to take off for a lesson, but I can call you later tonight if you want."

Felisa Espinosa: "Black as night..."
She had Mister Spock's cocked eyebrow on, and there was something like a hint of surprise on her features, although given what she was it was watered down like a drink in a cheap dive. Aerin's voice caused her eyes to flicker his way. "You do seem a little cranky, you have to admit that."

Keith Newcomb: He nods to the two, beginning to head off. ((stupid work, thanks for the scene guys))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Felisa Espinosa: ((Did Keith give information off that Aura Perception? Because it was no successes. Auspex 2 is diff 8.))

Felisa Espinosa -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: That's what I thought! But she sent it anyways...

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Keith Newcomb: ((Auspex 2 is diff 8. Fel got no successes.))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Felisa Espinosa: ((Raven doesn't play Vamp much, so that's probably the confusion.))

Keith Newcomb -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Thanks *G* I let her know. I didn't have the book at work so I couldn't remember. I thought she got it with the WP.))

Felisa Espinosa -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Your call. I'm happy enough to do w/o the info, seeing as she knows a little, but not overly much from before, thanks to a standard per+emp roll))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He frowns to Keith. Deeply...nearly a scowl. "My partner's not available," he says with a shake of his head. "I'll talk to you later, Keith." He looks back to Felisa and shrugs. "Yeah, well, I get cranky sometimes. You know how it is, I'm sure."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Keith Newcomb: ((S'all good. Kinda figuted what that was.))

Felisa Espinosa: ((Okay. Blip the first sentence out. Not that she didn't get a decent roll a few weeks ago))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Felisa Espinosa: ((Best to do without, to stay consistant with rules. All good.))

Keith Newcomb: Aerin: "Whatever. Dude. Gotta party with us. We'll drag you out one of these days, party with the best." And takes off. ((~poof~))

Felisa Espinosa: "Not with the face you're wearing Aerin."
She studied the figure of Keith as he left, then shook her head. "Fuckin' last thing I need," she muttered, jerking a thumb in his direction.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Yeah, sure." He shakes his head and takes a drag off his cigarette, watching Keith leave.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He furrows his brow and looks between the departing man and Felisa. "What do you mean, last thing you need?"

Felisa Espinosa: "He hides it, but he doesn't hide it well enough," she said, looking at Aerin. "One, that's Alice's brother. I've no desire to see that chick ever again, you follow me? I didn't want to deal with any bullshit the first time. Second... that's guy's just as dangerous as her bodyguard. He's got a bit of predator in him that nobody notices. Not that I'm worried about that, because I can see it. The people he hangs with? Ehhhh..."
She shrugged.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He nods, smirking a little bit. "Oh, I know. If you'll remember, Felisa, I'm a bit protective of Alice. Keith's presence hasn't escaped my notice. I've got my eye on him...he's nothing you need to be concerned about. I can deal with him, when I've decided it's time."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Will be back in a few. Impromptu team meeting.))

Felisa Espinosa: "I'm not concerned, really. He'll trip over his own two feet. I'm just wondering who'll fall with him when he goes down."
She turned to face the placid lake again. "Life eats at you, doesn't it?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "No one will fall with--" He blinks, cut off as he realies what she said. "Eats at me?" His head tilts a little bit, watching her intently. "How do you mean?"

Felisa Espinosa: "Got a lot in your head, and it's gettin' a little frayed round the edges, yeah? You look tired, worn down, like a boxer when they used to go fifteen rounds. You look burnt, dude. Even Atlas had to take five minutes."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He smirks at that, a bitter sort of chuckle coming to him. "You ever hear the saying, 'I'll Sleep When I'm Dead?'" He shrugs, taking a drag off the smoke. "If I'm lucky, I will. Or maybe if I'm unlucky."

Felisa Espinosa: "If you don't slow down then your mind and soul will slow you down regardless of if you want to keep going or not. People like you, they either have to be forced to slow down or they simply breakdown. Usually at the worst of times."
She turned to him with a shark's smile. "And really... how many people will fall if you fall?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He shakes his head, looking out at the bay. "No one's going to break me, Fel. They may beat me. They'll never break me." Words he said not 24 hours ago, when he proved it to be fact.

Felisa Espinosa: "I'm not talking about external opponents..."
She stepped on her ciggie and looked at him.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks at her, meeting her gaze with an intensity similar to the one he gave Keith. This one is guarded...maybe a bit suspicious. "You're saying I have internal opponents?"

Felisa Espinosa: "Everyone does. You? Put it this way..."
She started walking off. "Remember that car you loved? The first one you ever had? Kept falling apart but you kept fixing it? Does that remind you of any patterns..."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He smirks a little bit, and shakes his head as he watches her walk. "That was its job. Keep going until it couldn't anymore. Get the people who relied on it to where they'd need to be."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Pause or fade, depending on LRM when she gets back))