Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: The sounds of his
Kawasaki Ninja come before him, and soon after, he comes into view. He parks the
pick in the Battery parking area and dismounts, before strolling his way into
the Park, lighting a cigarette as he walks.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He starts to make a
casual stroll around the park, almost like he's on the prowl for something. He
passes by Castle Clinton, keeping close to the waterfront, without much more
then brief appraising looks to the people he sees.
Syn -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((waiting for someone in
particular? or just out for a friendly stroll?))
Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Syn: ((Just out for
a stroll, really. FYI, though...Garou character. (This is Rav) :) ))
Syn -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Heh.. I gathered from
the PB *w* but I see I see.. *ponders*))
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He takes a stop at the
waterfront, leaning on the railing. He looks out over the water, eyes drawn to
the Marina. He watches it for a long moment, taking a deep drag off the smoke
and letting it out slowly, in twin darts through his nose.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He shakes his head
finally, snorting, and keeps walking, making a slow circle around the park.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He continues on,
moving toward the entrance of the park once his rounds are made. He rolls his
shoulders and snuffs the cigarette between two fingers, tossing it into the
trash can and lighting a new one.
Vincent Roe: He walks through the entrance of
the park and softly looks around. He enjoyed these realxing moments between his
studies and duties. Fixing his long grey trench, he continues to walk along the
path. No destination set, for now.. nothing but a walk
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks over
Vincent as he walks, eyes flicking over him appraisingly.
Aerin is a very average-looking person. He stands 5'11", and is a little bit
thin at 145 pounds. At 30 years of age, he still has a baby-face; he is commonly
mistaken for his early 20's. His hair, a jet black, goes down to about his
mid-back, falling free. He has a very youthful face, with bright blue eyes that
flash with intelligence. 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 cirmson dress shirt and black slacks, with steel-toed Doc Martins
and a burgundy longcoat in a light but study fabric over the whole thing.
Vincent Roe: His own eyes flicker over Aerin,
gauging him silently with very intelligent eyes of his own. He is a touch
taller, standing 6'2", but the size of his build is about the same, although it
is hard to tell under the heavy trenchcoat, as well as the black formal suit he
wears underneath. He is very easily made out to be in his 30's, although just
barely as signs of youth still remain within his features. There is something
odd though, a feeling of restlessness, or perhaps uneasyness that surrounds
him.. sending a chill up most spines, even if they aren't sure why
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: His eyes narrow at the
feeling that Vincent exudes, his attention centered on the man. He watches
Vincent's chest as he takes a drag off the smoke, his walk slowing. "Evening."
Vincent Roe: ((..if you could please ignore
the bad grammar, and spelling.. I would be much appreciative *g*))
Vincent Roe: He offers a polite smile to
the man, catching the look to his chest, though passing it off as nothing more
then a appraisal of his suit. Nodding back in response, he speaks softly, though
without lacking confidence " and a beautiful one at that"
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "It's not bad, for New
York." He shrugs. "Good temperature, not too terribly smoggy. Dealable."
Vincent Roe: He retains that polite smile,
and slowly takes his eyes from the man, casting them up quickly to the sky " ..
that is definitely one way of putting it"
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: His eyes never leave
the man. "I've seen better and worse. Far in each direction."
Vincent Roe: He lowers his eyes back to Aerin,
that smile fading slightly, but can still be seen upon the corners of his mouth
"..oh I am sure.. but I tend not to dwell on the what has been.. more to the
what will be" His smile widens again " .. sunny days and warm nights, thats what
I hope to see " He laughs inwardly at that thought, but keeps why to himself
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "I see." He nods. "And
what makes for sunny days and warm nights for you?"
Vincent Roe: He looks over his shoulder for a
moment, not at anything in particular, but more as a symbolization of his words
" .. surviving the masses, breaking through the hustle and bustle " looks back
to Aerin " .. and being able to know I've accomplished something worth while, be
it only for myself " He slides his hands in his into the pockets of his slacks,
forcing his coat behind his arms " .. and you? what does it mean to you if I may
be so bold? "
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He smirks a little
bit. "It means a day in the past, most of the time."
Vincent Roe: He almost seems to offer a hint
of pity on those eyes of his, before offering a understanding nod " .. there was
a time I felt that same way.. " He chuckles" but don't get me wrong, Im not
about to begin preaching some magic working of the universe, or some other load
of crap .. " He keeps that smile there " but have faith.. and hopefully it gets
better for you "
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He smirks. "Cute. You
sound like a younger version of me."
Vincent Roe: He cocks a eyebrow at that "
younger? " He looks the man over briefly, his eyes taking on a rather deep level
of intensity " .. well.. unless you age dramatically well, I think I may be
beating you by a couple of years " He offers a smile (Roll coming)
Vincent Roe:
d10: Aurascope (cute huh): 9,7,5,8,2,4,
Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Vincent Roe:
((Bright, Vibrant Aura. ((Not going to describe by color, but by emotion))
Predominant Emotion: Suspicion))
Vincent Roe: d10: int/Occ: 9,4,9,8,2,2,
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "I do age pretty well." He smirks, still watching the guy's chest. "You age well yourself?"
Vincent Roe: Bringing his hands from his
pockets slowly.. almost hesitantly, he lifts one and runs it through his hair..
offering that smile still, giving a slightly shrug " .. I like to think the
times have been gentle, but you know.. you get old you start to feel it.. even
if you don't look it "
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Mmm. I can agree with
that. Tend to feel it pretty often myself." He takes another drag off his
cigarette, inhaling the smoke from his nose. "Still, pretty spry for approaching
middle age, if I do say so myself."
Vincent Roe: He offers a polite chuckle,
watching the cherry on the cigarette for a moment, before returning his eyes to
the man " if we could all be so lucky.. I feel as if the world moves to fast for
me now.. I guess to many years with my head in books "
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Yeah, that can
happen, when you get behind the times. Best to keep up, or the world's gonna
leave you behind and forget about you."
Vincent Roe: He shrugs partially " for now, I
wouldn't mind if the world forgot about me.. solitude is a rare thing now a
days.. but I understand what you are getting at"
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He quirks the
corners of his lips upward. "Hard to be forgotten if you keep popping up into
it. Knew someone who had that problem."
Vincent Roe: He nods slightly " this is also
true, but., gotta breath some time.. staring at the same walls all the time gets
on your bad side "
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Yeah, don't I know
it." He chuckles a little bit. "Can only be on the outside looking in so long,
before things get ugly in your head."
Vincent Roe: "seems a cruel circle, doesn't
it? " His attitude, although the same, as shifting slightly.. almost..as if he
seems uncomfortable about something
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Yes...yes, it is." He
nods. Something in the man's discomfort makes him actually smile. "Trust me, I
know all about cruelty."
Vincent Roe: He offers a soft chuckle " .
.well I'm not sure if I should take that as a good or bad thing in all honesty"
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Good." He nods,
snuffing the butt out between his fingers again, pocketing it with that same
smile.
Vincent Roe: "good then" He keeps his own
smile, despite the fact it seems only slightly forced.. but overall he seems to
be calming down from whatever was bothering him.. almost as if he is coming to
terms with something
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "I should go..." He
goes for his third cigarette, pausing. "There's twenty people in the park right
now. All twenty of them had damn well better come out as they were. Capice?"
Vincent Roe: He cocks an eyebrow at that.. "
.. I don't believe I have control over what happens in that park.. Im not sure
what you are getting at"
Shay Richards: (mind a 21st *G*)
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "If you're not sure,
then bully for you...don't worry about it. Just keep the words in mind, and try
to fathom the possibility." He raises an eyebrow, fixing his gaze upon the man.
((Roll Coming))
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]:
d10: Man+Intimidation(WP): 6,9,1,4,4,4,
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Come on in, though
Aerin's almost out. :) ))
Shay Richards: ((took me too long to decide :) ))
Vincent Roe: He takes a step back, watching
the man carefully " .. ok.. I will remember them, even if Im not sure why " He
nods slightly.. now definitely alittle more uncomfortable
Shay Richards: Shay walks through the park
wearing light jacket over her black satin shirt and pinstripe pants. her wavy
blond hair pulled back loosely as she walks. her hands inside the pockets of her
jacket as she glances about in thought.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Excellent." He nods.
"Good evening, then." He makes his way, forward, blowing a drag of smoke in
Vincent's face. He moves past the man, uncomfortably close...brushing his
shoulder with his own as he passes.
Vincent Roe: He watches the man walk past,
then narrows his eyes.. watching the man walk away. Clenching his fist, he only
shakes his head and pushes himself beyond petty vengence, atleast for now.
Pulling his jacket slightly, straightening it, he begins to continue his walk
into the park..
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He glances at Shay,
looking her over briefly, appraisingly. He nods to her as he makes his way to
the parking lot, mounting his motorcycle and starting it up.
Shay Richards: She closes her eyes a moment as she
feels the cool breeze pass her face. she opens it again finding herself by one
of the benches near the war memorial.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: And with a roar of the
engine, he's off. ((Thanks for the scene. *S*))