"I will be there and everywhere. Here, there and everywhere."
Aislin Benedict, guardian angel and lover of the Beatles, has just arrived in town. Parked about two blocks down from Grant Park, she's sitting on the hood of her trusty, rusty-as-fuck VW. The rust is so thick, it's stained the back of her ancient jeans a deep reddish orange, and her sneakers look like she's been walking in Santa Fe mud. None of that means a thing to her because the sky is relatively clear and there's a breeze coming up from somewhere. It feels nice, and she's smiling.
She's relaxed and totally 'chill', laid back in the rust with a pair of wintergreen framed sunglasses with mirrored lenses. It's a good day, and she's going to bask in it. She's going to bask and be happy to be somewhere new, and she'll probably pick up another two dozen freckles.
And, who knows? Today just might be The DAY. Or not. Or, it could be A DAY.
Or not. Aislin will work it whatever way it goes, but just in case? She's going to hop off the hood of her car and catch a couple dozen butterflies. If it is THE DAY? It'll make for a hell of a beautiful moment. She can already picture it. She's humming the song that will make that perfect moment even more perfect. ...It sounds something like the theme song to Jurassic Park. There's music surrounding her, along with the smell of rust and Extra sugar-free bubblegum.
It might be noted that 'The' Day can mean the day she finds a shiny new penny.
Nikolas Demidov is less than pleased. The contractor hired to finish the plumbing is three hours behind on his work and killing the insipid fool will only cause the plumbing to fall further behind. Niko is a bastard, but he's a clever bastard. He wants things done.
He urges the man to continue with his efforts. Once he's finished, Niko is contemplating slitting the fool's throat. He probably won't. It's too much effort, really, and more of just a pleasant thing to think about. Just in case though, he moves to his recently finished office to exchange the crisp blue shirt he's wearing now for something he isn't quite as fond of. Blah...
At Grant Park, Bruce Wayne is walking along the sidewalk around the grassy area. He's in a moderately decent mood for a change, and that's partially to do with the unspoken truce between himself and Rachel.
Even Alfred has noticed, and Bruce left the older man in a particularly cheery mood in the kitchen of the Kashtta. If he recalls, Alfred was baking something...with peanut butter and chocolate. Bruce might be thinking about this as he steps a bit to the right. When his foot slides against several blades of grass, he fails to notice the tiny blue blooms that spring up behind him.
Rogue is waiting just outside the Kashtta. She's walking back-and-forth in a relatively straight line right along the crack of the sidewalk. She's dressed for ass-kickery in some of the stuff she dug out of a box of donations. There are gloves, of course, and her favorite (survived, but beaten) boots. They're also her only pair of boots, but hey.
That's all, that's it. Her pocket knife is somewhere buried in the mess that used to be the Conrad, along with her useless comm unit. Not that she needs a comm unit, anyway. Any sort of a 'team' nowadays tends to just be herself or another one, which seems to work fine.
She's glad there's gonna be someone else there this evening. She'll never admit it, but damned if she's not a little tired.
She's relaxed and totally 'chill', laid back in the rust with a pair of wintergreen framed sunglasses with mirrored lenses. It's a good day, and she's going to bask in it. She's going to bask and be happy to be somewhere new, and she'll probably pick up another two dozen freckles.
And, who knows? Today just might be The DAY. Or not. Or, it could be A DAY.
Or not. Aislin will work it whatever way it goes, but just in case? She's going to hop off the hood of her car and catch a couple dozen butterflies. If it is THE DAY? It'll make for a hell of a beautiful moment. She can already picture it. She's humming the song that will make that perfect moment even more perfect. ...It sounds something like the theme song to Jurassic Park. There's music surrounding her, along with the smell of rust and Extra sugar-free bubblegum.
It might be noted that 'The' Day can mean the day she finds a shiny new penny.
Nikolas Demidov is less than pleased. The contractor hired to finish the plumbing is three hours behind on his work and killing the insipid fool will only cause the plumbing to fall further behind. Niko is a bastard, but he's a clever bastard. He wants things done.
He urges the man to continue with his efforts. Once he's finished, Niko is contemplating slitting the fool's throat. He probably won't. It's too much effort, really, and more of just a pleasant thing to think about. Just in case though, he moves to his recently finished office to exchange the crisp blue shirt he's wearing now for something he isn't quite as fond of. Blah...
At Grant Park, Bruce Wayne is walking along the sidewalk around the grassy area. He's in a moderately decent mood for a change, and that's partially to do with the unspoken truce between himself and Rachel.
Even Alfred has noticed, and Bruce left the older man in a particularly cheery mood in the kitchen of the Kashtta. If he recalls, Alfred was baking something...with peanut butter and chocolate. Bruce might be thinking about this as he steps a bit to the right. When his foot slides against several blades of grass, he fails to notice the tiny blue blooms that spring up behind him.
Rogue is waiting just outside the Kashtta. She's walking back-and-forth in a relatively straight line right along the crack of the sidewalk. She's dressed for ass-kickery in some of the stuff she dug out of a box of donations. There are gloves, of course, and her favorite (survived, but beaten) boots. They're also her only pair of boots, but hey.
That's all, that's it. Her pocket knife is somewhere buried in the mess that used to be the Conrad, along with her useless comm unit. Not that she needs a comm unit, anyway. Any sort of a 'team' nowadays tends to just be herself or another one, which seems to work fine.
She's glad there's gonna be someone else there this evening. She'll never admit it, but damned if she's not a little tired.