when I'm not with you, think of me always;; open

[devilcalledlove]

WHO: devilcalledlove and OPEN.
WHERE: Central Park and/or cafe. Your pick!
WHEN: 1/25/2011, all day.
WARNINGS: None, surprisingly. Remember to comment here if you do NOT want Bullseye interacting with your character!
SUMMARY: Bullseye is still getting the lay of the land. He decides to hang out in public incognito to make small talk with the locals and gather

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COFFEE PLACE

[devilcalledlove]

[ It's a franchise name and sells good soup. The line is long as everyone's mind is on getting a warm drink or meal. Lester's either waiting in line or in the corner, eating his food for the day. ]

early morning

[sorcerously]

[Gemma had stopped in for a bit of tea before heading to work for the day. She hadn't slept much the night before (she kept seeing Kartik's face every time she closed her eyes, how horribly wonderful it was), and was hoping some warm honey-and-chamomile would wake her up.

After getting the tea (these cups were so strange) she went to a corner table, not noticing the man standing nearby, deciding that she had at least a few minutes before having to go.]

[devilcalledlove]

[ As fate would have it, Matt Murdock's pretty secretary walks in. He's been meaning to stop by the office to track her, but this just makes his job a whole lot fucking easier. He recognizes her bright hair from the video conversation between herself and Spider-Man, public for everyone to see. Bullseye resists the urge to grin and as he takes a few steps, he purposefully wraps his foot around a chair leg and trips just a couple of feet from her. ]

[sorcerously]

[She had just shrugged off her coat when the man tripped, making her start. Had he just... oh, dear. Brow furrowing, she slid from the tall chair in which she'd settled, heels clicking as she stepped quickly over to him to offer a hand and a smile.]

Sometimes it's a bit tricky getting around places like these, hm?

CENTRAL PARK

[devilcalledlove]

[ There's snow everywhere. Some people are playing in it, others are trudging through it. Lester clears off a bench and sits down, watching a group of kids build a snowman. He's got a lit cigarette between his lips, blowing puffs of smoke. ]

[devilcalledlove]

[ He's down to half a cig when he's finally joined by someone. About time. But this guy is familiar, even all bundled up. He swears he's seen him around before. Bulls mumbles: ]

Snow's never gonna end.