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Tonight was interesting. This whole day was interesting, actually.. I ran into this awesome guy at the park, though, luck be it, he wouldn't even give me his name.
On a plus note, I got to screw with that Speaker kid's head again.. Bah. I need sleep.
Toad has arrived.
True is wandering as she usually does.. The girl isn't wearing her trenchcoat as normal, but she should still be pretty identifiable. The girl's gloved hands are thrust into her pants pockets as she moseys along one of the Park paths and kicks at a rock randomly. Despite the bustling crowd she had to fight through to get here, the park is quiet and allows her the solitude she wishes for.
Yes, there are quite a lot of people wandering the park, and one of those happens to be a rather dark-looking fellow. His skin is pale as though it were painted that way and his jet black hair juts out in short spikes on his head. Dressed in complete black, he stands beneath a tree with his left leg propped under himself for support, his hands in his pockets and his gaze cast downward. It's a relatively sunny day but he looks like the kind of person who'd rather be inside.
True doesn't really pay much attention to anyone in particular, though the person dressed in black catches her eye briefly.. just for the point of it. There's not many people dressed in black.. except for the little crowd of goth teeny boppers she ran by earlier, that she's seen recently. A quick glance, with a nod from True if she happens to be spotted doing so, and the girl continues on her way forward. He probably looks so downcast because he's outside.. in the sun.. dressed in all black. Even she's learned where to draw the limit.
This particular goth is used to being in black on a sunny day. Besides, it's not so sunny as to be searing hot. Just a little warm, with a slight wind blowing. He glances up in time to see True nod and he nods back. Then for some reason, he moves to walk in the same direction as her. No sense in hanging back in the shadows when someone pays you a little bit of neutral attention.
True watches as the goth starts to follow after her, and she lets out a longer breath than normal. Gosh darnit. She doesn't change her mood outwardly, but if one knows her well enough, they could see the spark of irritation in her furrowed brows. It wasn't really as if she could get through the park without starting in a conversation with someone.. but couldn't they have waited until she had spent /some/ time alone? True glances back briefly, as he walks toward her direction, but she doesn't offer any more greeting. Perhaps he'll just leave.
So she doesn't want to talk? He can take a hint. The man smirks in her direction, then heads for a closer tree and leans against that one for the time being. There are other girls wandering around in their dark, semi-negative fashion. Most are flirting with everything that looks their way, though, and it doesn't look like he's interested in that sort of thing. A few hover by him and he just leans there, quietly staring at the ground. At least that's what it looks like he's doing from a distance.
True glances back briefly, as she realizes that the man has stopped. Hey, at least someone in this city knows how to take a hint and calm their hormones. True offers a smirk back, a sort of silent communication, as she watches the flock of girls meander around his area. Hah. Maybe she was wrong in her testosterone assumption, True ponders, as she moves to stand against her own tree, a little ways from the scene that grows steadily funnier as she watches.
Well at least she's looking. The man continues to stand in silence while the goth girls come and go, then finally the flock diminishes and he's left alone again. What is this, Goth Day on the Green? Next time he'll pick a different disguise. But it's nice to know it works. When he's finally left alone, the dark stranger sits on the grass and takes a small pad out from his back pants pocket. Taking a pencil from the other pocket allows him to start doodling on the pad, drawing whatever comes to mind at the time.
True continues watching the scene out of the corner of her eye, until things begin to slow down to a bored lull once more. The area is fairly empty except for Sparky over there, so she takes this as her quiet spot. The girl sinks back against the tree, letting her small backpack drop off so she can pull a book out of it and thumb through the pages, idly. Really, the only thing interesting about this whole scene would be the fact that she's /still/ wearing her gloves. With the goth population here, and the fact that most of them are weirder than herself, it may not be seen as too strange an act, though.
At least things are quiet now. But far be it for a moment of solace to last long. Just as True starts to get into that book of hers, a small slip of notepad paper floats down into her general view. On it is a quick sketch of her sitting under the tree, and leaning against the tree now is the mystery man. He's scribbling away again but he's got a smirk on his face now.
True really should just ignore it and keep reading her book.. but as the paper falls down toward her, True can't help but set down her book and pick it up. A faint smirk appears first, to be replaced with a raised eyebrow as she looks toward the man. "Have nothing better to do?" she asks with a faint snicker and shoving the paper into one of her pockets. It's good, she'll give him that.. but she doesn't really want pictures of herself floating around the park, either. Her book sits alone, forgotten for the time being.
"Something like that." See? Toynbee's even good at losing his British accent! He should have been in pictures. The next slip of paper he drops has a sketch of the two goth girls who are teaming up to scam a hot dog vendor a few yards away. One's distracting him from behind while the other reaches around the front for a few free bags of chips. Gotta love those juveniles.
Geez, he should be a spy or something! .. .. True picks up the second slip of paper, and this time she can't help the laugh that sounds upon seeing it. "Not bad.. Not bad at all. Lemme guess.. art student?" She glances up toward him, before grabbing at her book and shoving it into her backpack once more. True still holds onto the paper as she props her hands against the ground to push herself to her feet. This time, the girl actually does hand the drawing back to him, with a smirk.
"Not really. I just like to draw what I see." The man slides down to sit against the tree but manages to keep his eyes on the notepad. "What about you? Bookworm by heart?" He takes the drawing back and starts folding it into an Origami shape.
"Huh.." True eyes him briefly as he sits against the tree, though digs her book out of her backpack once more. "Nah, I'm a traveller. I'm hoping to go here someday when I can get the funds.." She hands the book toward him, if he wants to look at it. It's a beat-up old copy of "Medieval France", complete with full color drawings of places that probably no longer exist. "You got a name?" she asks, leaning against the tree and watching his origami meddlings.
He takes the book and glances at its cover. "Call me whatever you want," he says in reply to the name question. "France, huh? I've been there. It's dirtier than it looks." The book is handed back. "Loses its charm once you see that it's no different from any other city supported by industry."
"You'd be surprised what kinds of names I could think up," True remarks, with a snicker, as she takes the book back and tucks it into her pack. "Well, it's not the city part I care about, so much as the .. oh, I don't know. The southern countryside. It has some kind of allure to it." She shrugs, adding quickly, "Well, as does half of Europe, really." Her eyes lift to watch the goth geek girls from before suddenly running from the hotdog stand, with a city cop close behind. "Hah.."
The stranger smirks. "Some people don't know how to get away with anything." He sets down his notepad and heads for the same hotdog stand, casually striding up to the vendor and ordering two of his best franks with the works. The hotdogs are set up and just as a payment is requested, the goth secretly trips a man who was wandering by. The movement by him was subtle but effective enough to send him splashing into the vending cart, causing quite the mess and commotion. While the vendor busily pries this new annoyance off his stand and attempts to get things back in order, the goth is already back at the tree with his prizes. One is offered to True but from another side of the tree where he can't be seen by the vendor anymore.
True is highly amused, and her eyes shift back and forth from the man to the hotdog vendor.. until the goth finally comes to offer her a hotdog. "That was excellent.." she states, between chuckles, as she pulls one of her gloves off and reaches to take the hot dog. "Except you're likely going to have a fan club following you home, if they saw that at all." She probably could have done that, too.. She's spent a few years living on the streets and pickpocketing, but it was a lot better than any other random goth in the park could have done.
Subtly eyeing her bare hand, the stranger makes sure his hand is nowhere near hers when she takes the hot dog from him. He was warned about that, so he knows not to let contact occur. Internally he keeps on high alert, but externally he maintains his cool composure as he hands her the hot dog, then takes a bite out of his own. "It happens," he comments, then rises to his feet. This test has been rather fruitful. "You know, you're pretty all right, kid. But like you, I'm a traveller. I can't stay in one place for very long. Maybe we'll see each other again sometime."
True doesn't catch any hesitation on his part, and she takes a bite out of her hot dog, chewing thoughtfully as he speaks. "Maybe. But probably not.. I don't see myself leaving New York anytime soon.." True rolls her eyes, before shifting hot dog hands and offering him a hand to shake. "But look up True Loran if you're ever in town. You're not too bad yourself.. for a goth geek wandering around the park." True winks, with a soft chuckle at her words. Hey, she's actually being nice.. though most likely, that's because he's not fawning over her like half the male population with any bit of boredom tends to do.
Toad smirks, reaching out for the handshake, then pulling away from it in a 'psyche!' routine. Hahah! He grins at her as he puts away his notepad, then shoves his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. "See you in another lifetime, then. True Loran." The name doesn't sound too bad coming out of his mouth. He gives a wave over his shoulder as he turns to leave and soon disappears beyond the spots of foliage that dot the park.
"Seeya-.. guy." True watches the stranger until he finally disappears, and she slips her backpack over her shoulder again. Huh. Somehow, this whole experience was entertaining, despite the fact that she was entirely interrupted of her solitude. True pushes herself off the tree and begins to meander off in another direction, hopefully, to find more entertainment.
((The Speaker log may be on his LJ.. I'm too OOCly tired to edit right now XD))
On a plus note, I got to screw with that Speaker kid's head again.. Bah. I need sleep.
Toad has arrived.
True is wandering as she usually does.. The girl isn't wearing her trenchcoat as normal, but she should still be pretty identifiable. The girl's gloved hands are thrust into her pants pockets as she moseys along one of the Park paths and kicks at a rock randomly. Despite the bustling crowd she had to fight through to get here, the park is quiet and allows her the solitude she wishes for.
Yes, there are quite a lot of people wandering the park, and one of those happens to be a rather dark-looking fellow. His skin is pale as though it were painted that way and his jet black hair juts out in short spikes on his head. Dressed in complete black, he stands beneath a tree with his left leg propped under himself for support, his hands in his pockets and his gaze cast downward. It's a relatively sunny day but he looks like the kind of person who'd rather be inside.
True doesn't really pay much attention to anyone in particular, though the person dressed in black catches her eye briefly.. just for the point of it. There's not many people dressed in black.. except for the little crowd of goth teeny boppers she ran by earlier, that she's seen recently. A quick glance, with a nod from True if she happens to be spotted doing so, and the girl continues on her way forward. He probably looks so downcast because he's outside.. in the sun.. dressed in all black. Even she's learned where to draw the limit.
This particular goth is used to being in black on a sunny day. Besides, it's not so sunny as to be searing hot. Just a little warm, with a slight wind blowing. He glances up in time to see True nod and he nods back. Then for some reason, he moves to walk in the same direction as her. No sense in hanging back in the shadows when someone pays you a little bit of neutral attention.
True watches as the goth starts to follow after her, and she lets out a longer breath than normal. Gosh darnit. She doesn't change her mood outwardly, but if one knows her well enough, they could see the spark of irritation in her furrowed brows. It wasn't really as if she could get through the park without starting in a conversation with someone.. but couldn't they have waited until she had spent /some/ time alone? True glances back briefly, as he walks toward her direction, but she doesn't offer any more greeting. Perhaps he'll just leave.
So she doesn't want to talk? He can take a hint. The man smirks in her direction, then heads for a closer tree and leans against that one for the time being. There are other girls wandering around in their dark, semi-negative fashion. Most are flirting with everything that looks their way, though, and it doesn't look like he's interested in that sort of thing. A few hover by him and he just leans there, quietly staring at the ground. At least that's what it looks like he's doing from a distance.
True glances back briefly, as she realizes that the man has stopped. Hey, at least someone in this city knows how to take a hint and calm their hormones. True offers a smirk back, a sort of silent communication, as she watches the flock of girls meander around his area. Hah. Maybe she was wrong in her testosterone assumption, True ponders, as she moves to stand against her own tree, a little ways from the scene that grows steadily funnier as she watches.
Well at least she's looking. The man continues to stand in silence while the goth girls come and go, then finally the flock diminishes and he's left alone again. What is this, Goth Day on the Green? Next time he'll pick a different disguise. But it's nice to know it works. When he's finally left alone, the dark stranger sits on the grass and takes a small pad out from his back pants pocket. Taking a pencil from the other pocket allows him to start doodling on the pad, drawing whatever comes to mind at the time.
True continues watching the scene out of the corner of her eye, until things begin to slow down to a bored lull once more. The area is fairly empty except for Sparky over there, so she takes this as her quiet spot. The girl sinks back against the tree, letting her small backpack drop off so she can pull a book out of it and thumb through the pages, idly. Really, the only thing interesting about this whole scene would be the fact that she's /still/ wearing her gloves. With the goth population here, and the fact that most of them are weirder than herself, it may not be seen as too strange an act, though.
At least things are quiet now. But far be it for a moment of solace to last long. Just as True starts to get into that book of hers, a small slip of notepad paper floats down into her general view. On it is a quick sketch of her sitting under the tree, and leaning against the tree now is the mystery man. He's scribbling away again but he's got a smirk on his face now.
True really should just ignore it and keep reading her book.. but as the paper falls down toward her, True can't help but set down her book and pick it up. A faint smirk appears first, to be replaced with a raised eyebrow as she looks toward the man. "Have nothing better to do?" she asks with a faint snicker and shoving the paper into one of her pockets. It's good, she'll give him that.. but she doesn't really want pictures of herself floating around the park, either. Her book sits alone, forgotten for the time being.
"Something like that." See? Toynbee's even good at losing his British accent! He should have been in pictures. The next slip of paper he drops has a sketch of the two goth girls who are teaming up to scam a hot dog vendor a few yards away. One's distracting him from behind while the other reaches around the front for a few free bags of chips. Gotta love those juveniles.
Geez, he should be a spy or something! .. .. True picks up the second slip of paper, and this time she can't help the laugh that sounds upon seeing it. "Not bad.. Not bad at all. Lemme guess.. art student?" She glances up toward him, before grabbing at her book and shoving it into her backpack once more. True still holds onto the paper as she props her hands against the ground to push herself to her feet. This time, the girl actually does hand the drawing back to him, with a smirk.
"Not really. I just like to draw what I see." The man slides down to sit against the tree but manages to keep his eyes on the notepad. "What about you? Bookworm by heart?" He takes the drawing back and starts folding it into an Origami shape.
"Huh.." True eyes him briefly as he sits against the tree, though digs her book out of her backpack once more. "Nah, I'm a traveller. I'm hoping to go here someday when I can get the funds.." She hands the book toward him, if he wants to look at it. It's a beat-up old copy of "Medieval France", complete with full color drawings of places that probably no longer exist. "You got a name?" she asks, leaning against the tree and watching his origami meddlings.
He takes the book and glances at its cover. "Call me whatever you want," he says in reply to the name question. "France, huh? I've been there. It's dirtier than it looks." The book is handed back. "Loses its charm once you see that it's no different from any other city supported by industry."
"You'd be surprised what kinds of names I could think up," True remarks, with a snicker, as she takes the book back and tucks it into her pack. "Well, it's not the city part I care about, so much as the .. oh, I don't know. The southern countryside. It has some kind of allure to it." She shrugs, adding quickly, "Well, as does half of Europe, really." Her eyes lift to watch the goth geek girls from before suddenly running from the hotdog stand, with a city cop close behind. "Hah.."
The stranger smirks. "Some people don't know how to get away with anything." He sets down his notepad and heads for the same hotdog stand, casually striding up to the vendor and ordering two of his best franks with the works. The hotdogs are set up and just as a payment is requested, the goth secretly trips a man who was wandering by. The movement by him was subtle but effective enough to send him splashing into the vending cart, causing quite the mess and commotion. While the vendor busily pries this new annoyance off his stand and attempts to get things back in order, the goth is already back at the tree with his prizes. One is offered to True but from another side of the tree where he can't be seen by the vendor anymore.
True is highly amused, and her eyes shift back and forth from the man to the hotdog vendor.. until the goth finally comes to offer her a hotdog. "That was excellent.." she states, between chuckles, as she pulls one of her gloves off and reaches to take the hot dog. "Except you're likely going to have a fan club following you home, if they saw that at all." She probably could have done that, too.. She's spent a few years living on the streets and pickpocketing, but it was a lot better than any other random goth in the park could have done.
Subtly eyeing her bare hand, the stranger makes sure his hand is nowhere near hers when she takes the hot dog from him. He was warned about that, so he knows not to let contact occur. Internally he keeps on high alert, but externally he maintains his cool composure as he hands her the hot dog, then takes a bite out of his own. "It happens," he comments, then rises to his feet. This test has been rather fruitful. "You know, you're pretty all right, kid. But like you, I'm a traveller. I can't stay in one place for very long. Maybe we'll see each other again sometime."
True doesn't catch any hesitation on his part, and she takes a bite out of her hot dog, chewing thoughtfully as he speaks. "Maybe. But probably not.. I don't see myself leaving New York anytime soon.." True rolls her eyes, before shifting hot dog hands and offering him a hand to shake. "But look up True Loran if you're ever in town. You're not too bad yourself.. for a goth geek wandering around the park." True winks, with a soft chuckle at her words. Hey, she's actually being nice.. though most likely, that's because he's not fawning over her like half the male population with any bit of boredom tends to do.
Toad smirks, reaching out for the handshake, then pulling away from it in a 'psyche!' routine. Hahah! He grins at her as he puts away his notepad, then shoves his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. "See you in another lifetime, then. True Loran." The name doesn't sound too bad coming out of his mouth. He gives a wave over his shoulder as he turns to leave and soon disappears beyond the spots of foliage that dot the park.
"Seeya-.. guy." True watches the stranger until he finally disappears, and she slips her backpack over her shoulder again. Huh. Somehow, this whole experience was entertaining, despite the fact that she was entirely interrupted of her solitude. True pushes herself off the tree and begins to meander off in another direction, hopefully, to find more entertainment.
((The Speaker log may be on his LJ.. I'm too OOCly tired to edit right now XD))