I abused it at times, made it hard to connect

[blazetodefine]

[OOC: I have no ward planned for him, but he makes every effort to not look someone in the eyes so feel free to tag him even if you want your char to maybe be his ward in the future. I'm assuming there will come a time when it's clear who it should be. IDEK.]

David Hansen is lying back on a park bench, staring up at the sky. It's a sunny day out,

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[neverdamseling]

Buffy's just enjoying another walk through the park. She doesn't have much to do here during the day; she hasn't found a job, and so far it's not so bad at the Kashtta. She's not looking to move or change her routine just yet. So, for the time being, nighttime is her big agenda. Patrolling, and fighting, and killing whatever big nasties she might come across.

Daytime is for figuring out the city more, and for relaxing. Which is just what she's doing when she comes up on the surprise cloud and.. the guy who's just letting it rain all over him. And, now, it's raining on her. But she doesn't really mind. A smile on her face, she leans over him. "So, everyone else is running like there was a free barbecue sign up a block or two over. You didn't make the cloud, did you?"

[blazetodefine]

Wanderer. David hates knowing right off the bat whether someone's a wanderer or angel or whatever else. It makes it hard to remember that he's not human anymore. He's a guardian angel, and he can't look anyone in the eyes. It works out well enough. He's always been shy around people, but he has an excuse for not looking directly at them now.

If he does meet someone's gaze, he might find that he's tied to them for the rest of his life. He doesn't want that so he's actually looking above her forehead when she leans over the bench.

He smiles, a little, glancing at his feet. "No, I didn't. Everything Chicago can throw, a little rain cloud isn't bad. It is... hot and all."

David sits up on the bench. "You're not running either," he points out, still with that small smile on his face, hand running through his hair.

[neverdamseling]

"You have a point. Feels kinda nice." She's starting to get used to the strange shyness of some of the people she meets here; and most of the time, they're natives. So she assumes he's a born-and-bred-here type as she looks from him, up to the cloud. Buffy's not worried about a little bit of rain.

She chuckles. "I don't run from little things like rain. I don't run from.. anything, really."

[blazetodefine]

It's hot out, and the cloud is only sprinkling. It's a nice way to cool down.

"I have those sometimes," he says, looking down and smiling. His bangs slip in front of his face, and he folds his hands, leaning his elbows against his knees. "Points."

He's never been against talking to wanderers, as much as talking to anyone makes him instinctively uncomfortable at first. David wants to talk to people, but he's just not initially very good at it.

"You don't?" David looks sideways at her. Wanderers have plenty of powers. It's not surprising, but still... he can't think of many people who'd never need to run. "Why not?"

[starryeyed_cass]

Cassie can go outside now. Only during the day, when it's nice. The bruises are pretty much gone now and she doesn't feel so nervous and self-concious now. She just wants to act like it never happened and get on with life here. She doesn't know if she'll actually see Ianto again - but she doesn't want to think about it. Surely Chicago is big enough to lose herself in?

She's been wandering aimlessly through the park with a parasol resting on her shoulder, any exposed skin smeared with lotion - she's burns so easily, so every precaution is taken. But as she notices people fleeing from the near area of a bench and an unusually low cloud hovering over it. Cassie notices a young man lying on it and frowns curiously before making her way over.

"Is this some kind of literal metaphor or something?" she asks, a little uncertain as she peers up at the cloud. "Or just general spooky Chicagoness?"

[blazetodefine]

David looks sideways at her, but he doesn't look her in the eyes. His gaze lands against her shoulder. It's safer there than looking closer to the face. It's a wanderer. He's not surprised. They're all over the place in this city. He never noticed them much in Kansas, but Chicago has always been more prone to rifts than anywhere else.

"It's..." He clears his throat, sitting up and looking down at the grass. "I believe it's Chicago being Chicago. It's harmless, but people in this city don't like to take chances."

He can't really blame them, not from what he's seen in this city.

David shrugs, smiling a bit. "It feels nice."

[starryeyed_cass]

Cassie takes the tiniest of steps back as he suddenly sits up. She can't help it, and the narration assures that it's nothing personal against David, she's just still a little cautious sometimes. Just to be on the safe side.

"I don't blame them, too much bad stuff happens here. Okay, they miss out on the nice things, but..." she shrugs. The cloud seems alright enough. It's strange, but the water feels cool against her otherwise burning skin. She nods, smiling softly, "That's good. I was worried that you might be ill or upset or something and you have some power to make it into this cloud!"

Cassie twirls her parasol and she glances upwards once more. "It does! Feels rather refreshing with all this heat - and a bit more sensible than jumping into the fountains! That would be kind of silly, huh?"

[blazetodefine]

David notices that tiniest step back, but he doesn't think anything of it. Chicago isn't safe. Badness happens all the time, which is exactly what she is saying.

"Believe me, if it was anything other than a rain cloud, I'd be running in the opposite direction too," he says with a small smile, fingers slipping through his hair. "Oh, no. It's nothing like that. I wish I could... but..."

He's only an angel.

His hand slips behind his neck as he stares at his feet.

"Hey, people do what they have to to cool down," he says with a laugh at the thought of fountain jumping. "Who am I to judge?"

[ginger_headgirl]

"Flagrate," Lily mumbles with her voice monotone. She's absolutely bored. For the past ten minutes, she's been on her bed casting random fiery drawings into the air. She was attempting at having one of those "me days" when she is meant to relax and keep her mind off never seeing her family again. Days before, she would be casting spells in attempt to get her back home. No such luck. Now, she's accepted that fact. But again, she can't stop thinking about it. What were you supposed to do on "me days" anyway? Lily shakes her head and drops her arm giving up on trying to entertain herself. She was far to stressed out. Maybe some fresh air would be good.

Almost too eagerly, Lily gets dressed and heads out of her room. After locking up her door, she turns and sees Harry down the hall. For a split second, she genuinely thinks that the boy is James once more. For that split second, she had a spark of hope that she could get back home. But then she came back to reality. All the things that were working her up just came crashing down on her

[onlypotter]

Harry walks up to her when she says hello. He's a bit nervous, because he's not entirely certain that this is the right thing. His conversation with Hermione gave him some guidance, but he doesn't know.

There's no way that he can know.

It seems right. It feels right if only because of what Hermione said to him.

I can't say she doesn't deserve freedom from this, Harry, I honestly can't. But, I also can't deny that life isn't about that. It's not. And, I can't say that she doesn't deserve the truth or to know the man that you've become. I can't say any of that.

It can never be what it should have been, but maybe it can be something good, she'd said.

"Hi," Harry says, clearing his throat. "How... How've you been?"

[ginger_headgirl]

Lily notices his nervousness and remembers that he's had that look on his face ever since she and he first met. She wonders what's going on in his head but she's not going to intrude. After all, they just met.

Instead, she just convinces herself that it's because she's from the past and it must be weird for him to talk to someone from his father's youthful years.

But really, Lily herself gets a little nervous talking to him. It's because of the shocking resemblance between the father and son. And because she's completely heartbroken by what Hermione told her regarding what happened to Harry's parents. She doesn't know who there are though.

"I've been alright. I actually came out of my room because I was terribly bored though," she chuckles half heartedly and smiles at him.

"What about you?"

[onlypotter]

Harry wishes that he wasn't so nervous around her. It might be easier to hide the truth from her if he wasn't. They could go about their days as if they have no connection at all, except for the fact that they do. He knows it. It's only fair that she knows it too, even if technically, she isn't his mother. She isn't old enough to be. She hasn't even married his father yet, but there's still that something.

"Yeah, it can be a bit boring, and it's hard to leave sometimes too, especially knowing what could be out there."

He still does leave. He still wants to look for the CLF. He wants to make a difference.

"I'm--" Harry pauses, not because it takes him time to think about an answer, but because he's too preoccupied trying to think about how to navigate this conversation. "I am fine. When I talked to you that first time, I said I'd tell you... who my mum was. I haven't any idea if you still... want to know."

[tempered_scars]

There is someone else that is standing above a cloud of rain, except Wes Gannon doesn't seem to be happy about this at all because his keeps following him wherever he goes.

He's scowling at it, and the only reason he stops scowling is because he notices the kid sitting on the bench, with a similar dilemma. Except he doesn't seem to care about it at all.

"Think this means we're real special or somethin'?"

He can tell right off the bat it's an angel like him, but that's not what Wes is referring to. Just some karmic power in Chicago. Or something.

[blazetodefine]

David sits up at the question. He slides his hand around the bench to steady him, and he doesn't exactly look the man in the eyes but he can tell its an angel too. It doesn't mean it's safe to look. Angels can become wards as easily as anyone else.

"What?"

He shakes his head, glancing at the cloud over the other angel's head and then at the one that's currently sprinkling over the bench area.

"Mine isn't attached to me so... it doesn't mean I'm special, just the bench," David says, scratching his head. "I'm guessing yours is?"

[tempered_scars]

Wes is not the most observant person on the planet. He hasn't really noticed David's avoiding his gaze for a reason. If he thinks about it long and hard, he'll find himself familiar with the stance.

The first few year's after Wes found out what he was, he didn't always look at people in the eye for the very same reason.

Right now he's more curious about why someone would willingly sit next to a bench with a cloud of rain.

Wes steps to the side. The cloud follows him. He moves on to the other side. The cloud...keeps following him. He scowls at it. "Guessin' it is. Woke up, walked out the door, and there it was to greet me. Gotta tell ya, Chicago's real special like that. Never had somethin' like this happen before I moved."

[blazetodefine]

David likes it when people don't notice. When they notice, they either ask why or get offended. He'd prefer to avoid the whole business of explanations. If they're not supernaturally inclined, he goes for the easiest explanation. He's painfully shy.

It's true too so he doesn't even wince when he uses that instead.

He bites back a smile when the cloud follows Wes around. It's not that he laughs at other people's pain, but it's kinda amusing. Like a cartoon.

"Since you woke up?" David shakes his head, still holding back that smile though he does let out a long breath of understanding. "That would be annoying. Yeah, guess Chicago thought you... needed the company."

He fixes his stare on the other angel's shoes. "What happens when you go back inside?"

[uponthewires]

Anne's walking the family dog through Grant Park, as it was asked of her. Or rather, it's walking her. It's a gargantuan brown mastiff that's twice her size. It's also really more of a jog than a walk, and Anne's lost the battle and is trying to catch up with it when she notices David, chilling below a cloud of rain.

Okay then.

She's not the only one that finds this interesting. The boppy stops too, tilting his head and staring at the boy.

"Uh. ...You're--you're getting wet." No, David, she'll never stop stating the obvious.

[blazetodefine]

David isn't looking at her, but he recognizes the sound of her voice and he smiles.

Even if he didn't recognize her voice, there's only so many people who will state the obvious.

"I didn't realize," he says, and it's not even a sarcastic tone of voice but quietly amused. David doesn't really do sarcasm much.

He looks sideways at her and notices the dog for the first time.

"Where did you get the horse?"

[uponthewires]

Anne shifts awkwardly to the side, regretting she ever said anything. Or at least, if she's going to say something it can be innovative and not...lame.

She is not, however, so lame that she doesn't understand he's purposefully calling it a horse.

The dog runs over to the bench, as if knowing it's being talked about, and Anne lets out a soft noise as she's pulled toward it.

The dog is now sniffing about David's shoes. "Bex!"

"Sorry," Anne winces, trying to pull the do away. This means putting her whole weight into it. She is not being successful. "Uh, I think three years? He's older than that, though. It was my grandma's dog and she passed away and I've been taking care of him for her and...he likes your shoe."

[blazetodefine]

David doesn't think it's lame, not that that's clear because he doesn't talk much at all. He doesn't. He likes that she states the obvious. It's amusing, and it's very Anne of her.

He reaches out to let the dog sniff his hand.

"It's okay. Really," he says, slipping his fingers behind its ear to give the dog a scratch. "It's a nice shoe."

His gaze falls upon the leash, and he laughs a little.

"It kinda looks like he's taking you for a walk." David gets to his feet, hand behind his neck and slipping up into his hair. "You want someone to walk with you?"