rain and intros.

(Aurora)
She was starting to put in a serious vote on having her picture in the Merriam Webster's next to bitch these days... her landlord knew not to come acalling before noon now offering condolenses and sniffing for gosip. Fucking maggots...

So where is she tonight? In the rain... (yeah she's helping the mood) and walking the area thats reopened ot her. ~I told you he'd cut out your heart you desperate hardup prick... and fucking dead and still fouling up my life...~ Pretty face normally, just ...lookes...pissy...

(Randal)
He's sitting outside the vedio store reading "Uncle Johns Bathroom Reader Plunges Into the Universe. A slim jim is hanging from his lips like a stogie and he grins. He's under the overhang so mostly dry. Dressed in tennis shoes jeans and a teeshirt with a little girl sucking on a lolly pop on it. His hair is blonish and he looks delishiously normal.

(otto Summers)
**He sets out into the night armed with a hand full of flyers, scotch tape, and a staple gun.

He's dressed a bit strangely, Business slacks and shirt, Minus the tie and jecket, and a comfortable looking pair or Air force one sneakers. In fact, he looks like he was changing from work and dint get finished before he left the house.

One post at a time, moveing expeditiously, stopping at every suface where he can either tape or staple the flyers.**

(Santiago)
Desert nighttime temperature plunge to the twenties and thirties. Desert rain is nothing like this wispy drifting rain, but angry torrents dumping out of a sky choked black. This weather, then, is no great discomfort to Santiago, who strolls the side of the boardwalk closest to the ocean, umbrellaless, rain plastering his shortish black hair against his skull. It's not a fashion statement, to be sure, given the worn (though neither patched nor torn) state of his clothing: traveler's wear, comfortable shoes and jeans, a jacket thick enough to void the cold.

He buys a newspaper from a Vendor, eschewing the bigger names - NY Times, Washington Post, US News - for the local papers. Leaning against a streetlight casting light down past his shoulder, he flips to the local section and reads the headlines.

(Blister)
And we have Blister. Hard to notice or hard to miss, your choice. Ass firmly planted on railing, one foot hooked under the middle bar to keep balance from any flying fuckhead who may decide to kiss her then preach to the fuckin masses, hands occupied in ritual search for cigarettes. Once found, one is lit and propped between thick lips.
There is nothing that could be described as ‘fine’ about blister. Baseball cap worn correctly tonight to shield a bit of the rain, vibrant blue eyes that are a bit too widely set, over a too-long nose that ends too close to too thick lips that are over a too square jaw. Shapeless clothing that gives no clue to anything beneath, and shit-kickers complete the outfit.
And of course, there’s the mullet.
yes, boys and girls, a fuckin mulled – spiked up under that baseball cap too.

(otto)
**The Sound of tape extending as he grips the flyers under his arm. Maybe this wasn't the best weather to do this. Funny how he never saw this coming. Nevertheless, he puts the flyers up, one by one, then moves to the Post Santiago was leaning against, letting out a length of tape rather loudly.**

(Santiago)
One post after another, Santiago had heard the flyer-taper moving closer. Still, he doesn't move, doesn't look up, until Otto's right there rrripping out a length of tape. That's when black eyes flicker up over the top of the dampening newsprint, great dark blobs peppering the surface of the flimsy newspaper and weighing it down as he lowers it.

He looks at Otto's tape, the post, Otto, the flyers. Without a word, he folds the newspaper and moves a few feet down, giving the other enough room to put up the flyers. While he does that, he takes a glance at just what they happen to say.

(Aurora)
Her qust? Oblivion in video... since she couldn't chase nightmares away with the nice warm body of Billy...~Fucking Grim~ so hiking boots hit wet sidewalk in angry staccato as she made her way there... and man, the Girl Scouts don't come peddling cooies at her door anymore...yes, just a bit on edge.

Green eyes (dark.darker.darkest) spot her friend outside the video place, from beneath the hood of her raincoat ~Does it ever stop raining here for God's sake?~ and to top it all off...still hadn't gotten to celebrate Billy's birthday, and his gift? Sitting in evidence lockup with the authorities STILL... like a silver knife is so important to the case now...Grim was dead...stupid pigs...

(Randal)
He closes his book when she walks up and tilts his head to look at her. His blue eyes soft and seemigly yearning. He looks her over and back to her eyes before standing and streching. Stepping to the door and opening it for her he lets her step inside the vedio store. One gaze around before he slips in after her and hops up on the counter. Pickingup a Sierra Mist he sips and looks at her "You look amazing."

(Otto)
**Magical Night. It's pretty simple, those were the only really readable words. It was just enough to remain cryptic, and just enough for the right people to know what it was talking about. Various logos instilling thoughts of Music, dancing, and drugs. A rave. Then there was the background, that watermark under that jumble of symbols, a single Lilly.

An apreciative nod to Santigo as he proceeds posting it up.**

(Lucca)
Lucca was out and about. Not far from Bodville but not inside it. Moving along the boardwalk and looking at the ocean. In what he would determine at the moment as safe distance...His breeding evident to those that could tell. His Presence even though he seemed peacable enough left him an unconscious safety zone between him and people on the boardwalk. He stayed close to the rail. Giving people plenty of room as he wandered a bit. Backpack over his shoulder. One hand moving over the Egyptian markings on his left arm. Markings that ran across dusky...Almost Bronzed Egyptian skin.

(Aurora)
Deja vu.... the last man to hold a door open for her was Raymond... and Randal gets an odd look. She's nott he type to encourage chivalrous men, or even nice men... that sharp edge of bitter tends to cut nice right up... but wordless as she enters the video place.
"Billy dropped those movies off right> If not,t ehir hiding in the barren wasteland that is my apartment... God, go away a few weeks and nothing is in the right place..."
Heading for the counter where Randal perches himself and she leans... pondering what poison her mind wanted to escape into this time...
"And I think you need some glasses Randal... I look like hell still from all that shit at the hospital. I cannot believe he came there..."

(Santiago)
A black eyebrow rises, thick but well-shaped. A rave. Not his type of thing, but youths do what youths will. The newspaper rustles in the man's hands.

"You should put that up tomorrow." His black eyes are back on his paper, the thick splotches of rainwater spreading quickly; that momentary disorientation the rage behind that gaze caused is a thing of the memory. He speaks without accent, but with a lyricality that doesn't come from this language, nonetheless. "It's too wet tonight for most to be out. By morning that paper will be too soggy to read."

The presence of the Egyptian niggles in his blood, attracts his sharp black gaze. The shape of his mouth is disguised behind his goatee, whether he smiles or frowns, but he tracks with his eyes Lucca for a distance of ten, twenty feet. To be sure, he sees the purebred one.

(Otto)
**He stares at it for a second, taking into consideration the man's words. Had he sacrificed common sense for something he may or may not have seen somewhere in between consciousness?**

"Time isn't absolute...but ever changing."

**What an idiot. If only he wasnt stoned out of his mind he'd have the good sense to pack up and go home.**

(randal)
He did?" He looks her over again and trys not to let his feelings show "Well you look ok I guess something happened?" He gesturs to his drink and raises his eyes to see if she wants one.

(Lucca)
He stopped at one of the spots that let out onto the beach. Leaning against the railing and looking out towards the water. being mindful of his bag even though he had an area of space around him to generally let him know if anybody tried anything.

(Aurora)
"Yeah, I'm great...Billy got caught on camera giving Grim his just desserts... "
And now he's hiding off in the Barrens somewhere, and she gets to deal with the Feds, Police, and her own things without him... not much different then when he had been dead except she knew he wasn't and the reasons he was even running was her...god, how she wished Grim were still around so she could cut hisheart out again...

(Santiago)
Santiago blinks into his paper, a casual motion of black lashes over black eyes. Half-hidden behind the goatee, he smiles faintly. "And it'll change your flyers into a heap of refuse soon enough." As the newspaper becomes too wet to read, Santiago folds it carefully and puts it away inside his coat, straightening in a single lissome motion to turn and look upon the flyer again. "Magical Night. You organized this?"

(randal)
"Your parents gave me the ol Hairy eyeball at the hospital... I.. Told them I wasn't around when it happend. I... I'm sorry I havent been around."

(Blister)
The posters going up get a glance and smirk, then are ignored. The fact the guy putting them up is stoned outa his gourd seems a good idea however – but after the cigarette is done. Vivid gaze slides over the boardwalk, lazy, contemplative, just sitting and soakin in the sun… rain. Christ if it isn’t snow it fuckin rain and why did they move here again? Gaze lifts to Otto again, then toward the man he’s speaking to, dragging over him once, then moving on…

(Otto)
**A nod of his head as he untucks the shirt from his pants and sticks the remaining flyers underneath to avoid getting wet. It's then that he looks up at the man and, in a moment of clarity, wonders why they were the only two outside without a raincoat or Umbrella.**

"It's supposed to be my best yet."

(Aurora)
Waving off the offer of a drink with what might have been a smiel if she wasn't so riled... and how long had she been discharged? 4 days...thats a pretty good bitch spell growing...

"Don't worry about them, Randal...they were not at their best. They met my walkign scar of a mate, after all and I was in the hospital again... they finally flew home. Love em dearly but I'm hardly 10 anymore..."
Later twenties, easy, and looked tired. Now, Miss St. James, you need to take it easy another week and come ack for a .... Yeah that would happen.... draggign a hand through wild curls in ever present irritation.
"Its okay Randal... not like I've been around either."
Smirk

(Randal)
He nods to that and his soft blue eyes look up "You must miss him very much. It shows in your.... everything."

(Lucca)
He shifted. and let his bag slip of his shoulder. The shoulder of an Egyptian Prince. A man with breeding. Moving it around in front of him he set the bag down. Shifting in his stance to relax a bit. Get more comfortable.

(Santiago)
A flickering, perceptive look. There's nothing dreamy or hazed in his gaze; black and lightless though it is, it's as clear and incisive as a razor made of glass.

"Good luck." What else would he say to a stoned man putting up posters in the rain? Blister's thoughtful glance their way isn't quite ignored, either - rage gives a look a certain gravity of its own. Let the freak speak to the stoned. After a final glance at the poster (maybe he'll check it out. bound to be occurrences there to interest him...), Santiago turns away without a goodbye other than his wellwishing, as strangers often do.

Moments later, he sets lean forearms on the railing next to Lucca. He speaks quietly to the other, but his eyes are on the roiling sea. "You're a long way from Egypt, Strider. But then, most your kind tend to be."

(Aurora)
That pulls her up a bit... reining in the temper some. Not that Randal deserved to be her verbal whipping post...she could give that to the paperboy tomorow instead Mommy, that bitch in 2D ...
"I do... he, well...he completes me. Like two sides of the coin, you know? And Grim made me miss his birthday and we were planning on celebrating Mondat ngith when he picked me up to go home...and Grim showed up...and even dead that bastard is still fucking up my life!"
Lets a trace show...pain, anger, violence leashed....fear....

(Eva Jozsefa Illenhazy)
"Alright Mr. Shahoudy." Last words spoken while standing at the door to a funnel cake stand, caught half in darkness, half in light, one hand lifted to shade her eyes from the glare of the lights within, bright against the darkness of the night. "Thank you for your time. If you can think of anything else - " she continues, proferring a business card, "- please let me know. I appreciate your candor."

The door slams shut, almost in her face, though she managed to get a few words in edgewise and offer her farewell, so it wasn't entirely impolite. She's had worse, of course. It usually happens like that.

(Lucca)
"it's an easy thing to be when you can't go back there." He glances over at the other man. having entered his personal space of sorts said something about the man. His words something else. He looked him over quietly and then back at the Ocean. "Is there something that your wanting from me?"

(randal)
He looks up to her and listens to her and nods. Looks at his watch and hops off the counter "Well fuck this noise. Lets go get drunk." He grabs his jacket

(Santiago)
The glance is met full-on with one of his own. His gaze isn't aggressive, but it's level, steady, and closed. Behind the black irises there is a blacker wall. "You're the first of our kind I've seen here." And it would be our, of course, with the subdued thrum of rage through this one. "It's just a neighborly hello. Should it be more?"

(Otto)
**Right...that was wierd, but would he notice? He turns and tries his luck, negotiating his way across the busy street to the store fronts. Maybe he'd have better luck there.

Wait. He looks across the street from there, finding it vaguely familiar.**

"I saw this in my dream"

**He moves down the line of stores looking for anything else familiar.**

(Aurora)
If one could believe it, until she found out she was kin, she hadn't drank but very rarely...had lead a very clean healthy life. Warm and open, devoted ecologist, in shape, never sick or out of things with injury, a family girl....

Time...see whats become of me...

Puling hood back up on her coat she nodded.
"Yeah, sounds like a plan...if I drink enough, I wont need movies to get me to sleep tonight..."
Not a thought given if she should this soon after getting out of the hospital...

(lucca)
"There's some to the north. I'd see about introducing yourself to them before going there. Or there's some of the lowest to the south. The ones to the south say things are clearly marked. Me. I'm not tied down."

(Randal)
He smiles as they head for the door of the vedio store and randal steps out pulling the keys.

If she drinks enough tonight mayby I'll help get her to sleep tonight.

"Sorry bro. Vedio stores closed for now. Gotta get a buzz on."

(eva)
The slender woman remains beneath the brief shelter of the overhanging awning for another moment, juggling assorted packages: a colorful umbrella, furled, but ready in her hand, a slim shoulder bag slung crosswise across her torso, a heavy litigation bag, worn black leather with snap-lock closures, a slender briefcase that is considerably less worn. Fine lines, that, though perhaps not so fine as a Coach bag. A knock-off, then, but a good one. Her spring suit is shrouded by a long dark raincoat, perhaps a little thin for the cooling temperatures.

It was warmer this afternoon.

Spring is like that, all fluctuating temperatures. Tonight she'll turn on the heater in her car. Tomorrow afternoon, she'll need the air conditioning.

Éva remains beneath the awning, a small frown appearing on her brow as the business lights go out. Keys jingle in her hands as she sorts through the small mass and finds the key to her car before leaving the relative safety of the island of dark beneath the awning.

(Santiago)
"I'm told there are more in the Pine Barrens where I live. A better place than this, in all. But my business takes me many places." So speaking, he laces his fingers together and draws them apart again, forearms still resting on the railing, the wind lashing drizzly rain laced with sea-salt into his face. He looks the Strider over again, "Passing through, or staying a while?"

(lucca)
"Depends on how I feel. There's a group in North Jersey too. Be polite to them. Respect the rules."

(Aurora)
Yeah a buzz... ~Be my newfound friend, Mr. Vodka...introduce me to Ms. Scotch..~ Slipping out into weeping weather again Cry me a river only rain spekcled jeans beanth her logn raincoat, hiking boots,a dn an oval of fading suntaned face showig...oh yeah and a few curls. Tame those? Easier to tame her... and this far neither feat has been ahcieved. Dark green eyes peering out at the stranger, before back to Randal.
"My car?"

(blister)
Well, they ain’t the only ones out without a damn raincoat, though thick denim deflects a good portion, for now. And can’t ya just picture the Ahroun with an umbrella? Nope, didn’t think so. Santiago moves on down the boardwalk, and otto heads past the Ahroun to the storefronts across and down the way. Another long drag and the butt is flicked over railing before hands are occupied in a much better search – pipe and lighter are here somewhere. Figures down the way come out of the video store, and are given a glance, otto is that way as well, just curious watching, that’s all, and gaze doesn’t linger, but slides on the other way again. Just keeping an eye on things – blending (hah. Not yet, but you’d be surprised) in.

(Santiago)
A black eyebrow lifts, and behind the goatee his mouth smiles definitively for the first time, though his eyes remain watchful and guarded. Either that, or simply dead. "You need not tell a Half-Moon that." Offering his hand, the quiet tones continue under the cover of wind and rain, "Santiago Eyes-of-Flint. Cliath Son of Great Fenris."

(randal)
He nods to Rora and smiles hunkering down into his jacket "Right on. So, Beer or spiritus liquirs?"

(Aurora)
"If its alcohol, I can drink it..."
~I hope..when ws the last tiem I drank...~ and she cannot recall a drink in years.... oh she'd be toast fast.

(lucca)
He looks at the hand but doesn't take it in the rain. Just continues to watch the ocean. "Lucca. Saif Many spirits of the Blade. Cliath Ahroun of the Silent Striders..." He makes a point of looking around after making the quet introduction before his attention returns to the water.

(Randal)
He nods and walks with her to her car. She's really in a mood. He can se that. Billy having to bail again has really gotten to her. He can see that too. SHe really needs somone to talk to, he can see that.
My god she's beautiful..... he can SEE that.

(Santiago)
The hand stays where it is, offered crosswise over his body, speckled by the falling rain. Coolly, "Is there a reason you refuse my hand, Saif? Our tribes have no enmity."

(lucca)
"Why shake without making an agreement? Lucca please unless your wanting to conduct business."

(Santiago)
"Call it an agreement of friendship." Black eyes like pits; like drills. "Or at least, neutrality."

(lucca)
He reaches out and takes the hand. Shakes it once. Then takes his hand back. "no need to make such deals when there is no animosity."

(Aurora)
Wet strikes of boots to sidewalk once more, head ducked a bit, preserving some semblance of dryness, though her jeans are slwoly gathering moisture. Damned denim clings worse then leather when wet.. but never ask her how she knows. A beep and brand. spanking. new SUV ~Only good thing was shopping for a new car~ is unlocked for them and she's slipping intot eh new driver's seat
"You know this area Randal...where's the destination?"

(randaL0
Slipping in he looks around at the new car. Must be nice. He grins to her and points "Four blocks north and then left. There is a great place beside the Riplys mesuem."

((Aurora)
"Alright."
Wow not even a snide comment or some attitude for that. Merely turning on the vehicle and away they go, through rain slicked streets and world gone grey.

(eva)
Éva's shoes beat a staccato tattoo on the slick Boardwalk. Sensible shoes, these - leather pumps with just enough heel to be formal, just enough heel, unfortunately, to hinder ones ability to run. And straps or buckles, no unnecessary accoutrements, and the shoes will slide easily off one's feet. Off her feet, if necessary.

Unfortunately, she has had occasion to test these particular models.

After perhaps a quarter of a block, Éva pauses long enough to squint at the sky, opening her palm and studying the few intact drizzling droplets that accumulate. Another minor shuffle follows - trading the litigation bag and briefcase for the grip of the colorful umbrella. She curls her left arm awkwardly around the heavy bag, enough to support its weight and open the umbrella before she continues. The long handle rests against her shoulder, the bloom of the protetective dome conceals her glossy hair, twisted up into a smooth french knot.

(randal)
He leans back as they drive soon pulling up to the "Belived it, Got drunk" Bar and he hops out once she stops. He's probly halfway to her door to open it for her when she gets out. He just srugs gently and ducks inside looking around the bar and jerks his chin at a table.

(Santiago)
The hard light abates somewhat. Santiago inclines his chin a notch. "Precautions are always good." The shaken hand, released, wraps about the railing as Santiago straightens, casting a glance over his shoulder, tracking the motion of one woman through the night. "You know where to find me now." The black eyes blink once as an unlucky drop of rain strikes his lashes. He steps away from the Strider. "I'll see you another time, Lucca."