Nadia
11/28/2007
=NYC= Central Park South - Manhattan
Deviating from the slightly more.../lonely/ feel of the northern sections of the park, Central Park South is no less appealing to the eye, regardless. In the distance through the thick treelines of maple and oak looms the skyline of New York. Smaller bodies of water than the Reservoir dot the green, as do bronze statues placed seemingly at random. The Shakespeare Garden, Tavern on the Green, Strawberry Fields, and the like of more popular 'hotspots' of the park flank to all sides.
However, night is still night. Or at least in this case, evening. And as the sun creeps lower, the rifraff creep out. Such is the case now, where one said riffraf has made her way out. She's wearing a black knitted cap on her head, a sweater with a puffy hooded vest, jeans and sneakers. She's sitting - or rather, perched - on a rock along the path. She's gnawing on a strange neoplitan looking candy. As the cat starts to walk by, the woman looks up at the owner. "Coconut gonna kill it?"
Elizabeth , poised and slender as she is, appears to have no great fear of riffraf. Perhaps the cat offers some measure of protection. She certainly turns and pads toward her owner with a quick, intelligent curiousity as Elizabeth pauses and looks toward Nadia with a frown. "Excuse me?"
The teen lifts a small bit of the candy (the white bit, as it were) between two gloved fingers. "Coconut. The cat." She motions to hand it to the cat, but doens't yet. In case this is one of those crazy owners. You know, the ones who kill anything that breathes the same air as the pet.
Elizabeth has been accused of being crazy before, but not quite for that reason. Regardless, Lethe seems reluctant to have anything to do with the teen, an emotion fed by Elizabeth's tenseness. "Is that meant to make some degree of sense?"
At this point the girl rolls her eyes, popping the candy into her mouth. "I was gonna give your cat a piece of candy." There, does that make sense? "Just trying the whole nice friendly thing." Apparently it doesn't work too well.
"Are you high?" Elizabeth wonders bluntly.
"I'm not the one walking a cat." She points out, slinking off the rock. "On a leash." Yeah. If there's something crazy here, it's the cat lady.
"Observant." Elizabeth's tones are exceedingly dry, and the look Lethe slants up at Nadia is matching in disdain.
The clearly ethnic-skinned girl sighs. "Ya know...." She murmers, fixing her hat. "I coulda just force fed some arsenic down the little flea-bag's throat." Which is seeming more and more tempting, at least where the master is concerned.
"You could have tried," Elizabeth replies mildly. A faint glance down to the large feline at her side earns a smile, and then she lifts her gaze to Nadia again. Lethe stretches, arching her back with a lazy yawn.
"Well if all else fails, I could step on the little rodent." With a bored look she lays back against the rock, biting off a bit of her candy again. Then she looks up at Elizabeth, as if she'd forgotten about her. "You and your little trap can scat, ya know."
"I would very much like to see that," Elizabeth answers with another small smile, and then she turns with a murmured word that does not sound English. Lethe scrambles in front of her, back down the path.
"Keep talkin' and ya might." She grumbles, laying back and biting on her candy. She tears off little bits and pops them in her mouth, gnawing them down.
Elizabeth is already gone, Nadia left forgotten in her wake.
Some people are so rude.
=NYC= Central Park South - Manhattan
Deviating from the slightly more.../lonely/ feel of the northern sections of the park, Central Park South is no less appealing to the eye, regardless. In the distance through the thick treelines of maple and oak looms the skyline of New York. Smaller bodies of water than the Reservoir dot the green, as do bronze statues placed seemingly at random. The Shakespeare Garden, Tavern on the Green, Strawberry Fields, and the like of more popular 'hotspots' of the park flank to all sides.
However, night is still night. Or at least in this case, evening. And as the sun creeps lower, the rifraff creep out. Such is the case now, where one said riffraf has made her way out. She's wearing a black knitted cap on her head, a sweater with a puffy hooded vest, jeans and sneakers. She's sitting - or rather, perched - on a rock along the path. She's gnawing on a strange neoplitan looking candy. As the cat starts to walk by, the woman looks up at the owner. "Coconut gonna kill it?"
Elizabeth , poised and slender as she is, appears to have no great fear of riffraf. Perhaps the cat offers some measure of protection. She certainly turns and pads toward her owner with a quick, intelligent curiousity as Elizabeth pauses and looks toward Nadia with a frown. "Excuse me?"
The teen lifts a small bit of the candy (the white bit, as it were) between two gloved fingers. "Coconut. The cat." She motions to hand it to the cat, but doens't yet. In case this is one of those crazy owners. You know, the ones who kill anything that breathes the same air as the pet.
Elizabeth has been accused of being crazy before, but not quite for that reason. Regardless, Lethe seems reluctant to have anything to do with the teen, an emotion fed by Elizabeth's tenseness. "Is that meant to make some degree of sense?"
At this point the girl rolls her eyes, popping the candy into her mouth. "I was gonna give your cat a piece of candy." There, does that make sense? "Just trying the whole nice friendly thing." Apparently it doesn't work too well.
"Are you high?" Elizabeth wonders bluntly.
"I'm not the one walking a cat." She points out, slinking off the rock. "On a leash." Yeah. If there's something crazy here, it's the cat lady.
"Observant." Elizabeth's tones are exceedingly dry, and the look Lethe slants up at Nadia is matching in disdain.
The clearly ethnic-skinned girl sighs. "Ya know...." She murmers, fixing her hat. "I coulda just force fed some arsenic down the little flea-bag's throat." Which is seeming more and more tempting, at least where the master is concerned.
"You could have tried," Elizabeth replies mildly. A faint glance down to the large feline at her side earns a smile, and then she lifts her gaze to Nadia again. Lethe stretches, arching her back with a lazy yawn.
"Well if all else fails, I could step on the little rodent." With a bored look she lays back against the rock, biting off a bit of her candy again. Then she looks up at Elizabeth, as if she'd forgotten about her. "You and your little trap can scat, ya know."
"I would very much like to see that," Elizabeth answers with another small smile, and then she turns with a murmured word that does not sound English. Lethe scrambles in front of her, back down the path.
"Keep talkin' and ya might." She grumbles, laying back and biting on her candy. She tears off little bits and pops them in her mouth, gnawing them down.
Elizabeth is already gone, Nadia left forgotten in her wake.
Some people are so rude.