Stop, hey, what's that sound? [OTA|MTW]

[archangelet]

Chicago is sunny and warm on the first day of school for Looney High. Thankfully, two teenagers are able to take advantage of the sunshine, not being enrolled in school.

Tay, the older of the two, is sitting on the roof of the Kashtta, enjoying the sunshine as she goes over her new Torchwood-provided arsenal. A shotgun (though she misses her old

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[sitherequietly]

Sneaking up on someone who is cleaning their weapons is never a good idea.

Unfortunately for Castiel, he can never not sneak up on someone. It's just how he rolls. So this is Castiel, appearing on the roof of the Kashtta, somewhere in the vicinity of where Tay has set up shop. He looks down at the person there for a moment before speaking.

"Hello, Tay."

[archangelet]

Thankfully, Tay left all the actual ammunition downstairs, so when she yelps and whips her head around, reaching for one of the handguns she's already put back together before, Castiel's not in any danger of being shot.

"Fucking hell, man!" she says when she recognizes him, putting the gun back down. "Way to sneak up on me."

[sitherequietly]

"I am sorry. I did not mean to startle you."

Even if there was ammunition, it wouldn't have done Castiel much damage. But it is comforting that he wasn't going to have to heal the hole in his vessel. He also is really sorry about scaring her. Most of the humans he knows are used to him randomly appearing out of nowhere. He takes it for granted sometimes.

[archangelet]

"Yeah, it's cool," Tay shakes her head and goes back to cleaning the Kimber. This guy will always be weird, she thinks, but he's not too bad, all told. Even if he kind of creeps her out.

"So, what's up? Haven't seen you around much."

[wereall_addicts]

Sophie didn't used to do much walking, but she's found she's been doing a lot more in Chicago. It's the only way to get around when you don't have a car or the means to get one, though that could be changing relatively soon. For right now, though -- she walks.

She happens to be walking past the playground when she spots a lone teenager sitting on the jungle gym. It's a bit odd, considering that school started that day, but what really catches her attention are the brightly colored wings. She hasn't met a local Rift angel or demon, at least not that she's aware of, and -- she's momentarily entranced. That's enough to get her moving closer.

"They're beautiful."

[please_see_me]

"Huh?" Dusty looks up, a bit confused by the attention, but smiles brightly at Sophie when she realizes that Sophie's actually talking to her. "Oh! Thank you! They get in the way sometimes, but I like them most of the time."

She fluffs them up a bit and stretches them a little. "Your hair's really pretty! It's a real nice color."

[wereall_addicts]

"Thank you!" Never let it be said that Sophie isn't one to take a compliment. Her hand wanders back and she fluffs her hair a bit. "You know, it's my natural color? I've never dyed it."

[please_see_me]

"Wow, really?" Dusty leans forward a little, dropping the ends of her friendship bracelet and swinging her legs a little. "My mom got me some highlights a couple years ago, but they didn't really look much different since I'm blonde anyway? I'm Dusty, by the way!"

[lasttimeilost]

Leon has free periods surrounding his lunch, officially making it the longest lunch ever. Okay not really, but it's like a solid three hour hunk of time for him to wander around and do his homework and stuff. That would explain why he's at the playground, because he doesn't feel like having lunch at school where the possibility he'll get into a fight is pretty high. He's being PROACTIVE. It's a life accomplishment.

He means to just sort of eat the sandwich he slapped together this morning and do his precalculus homework, but then he sees the girl on the top of the jungle gym doing an art project. This scene has been played out before, albeit not in front of him. Leon checks his journal just to make sure, because he's a big dork, but then decides to approach. He can see her, after all, so maybe that helps. Or something

[please_see_me]

Dusty looks up from her knotting and grins widely at him. With that conversation starter, there's only one person he can be, at least in Dusty's mind.

"You must be Leon!" she says, and waves energetically before unpinning her current bracelet from her pants and tucking it into her bag. The doodled-on messenger bag gets un-looped from the jungle gym and slung across her chest, and she clambers down, trotting over to Leon and giving him a (probably very unexpected) hug. "It's so nice to meet you! Y'know, in personish and everything! Wait, shouldn't you be in school right now?"

[mademychoices]

A teenage girl cleaning guns on the roof isn't remotely the strangest thing Ros has seen in her months in Chicago; at this point, she's almost more surprised (and vaguely scornful) when she meets someone who doesn't know their way around one.

Herself included; after her first monster incident, she's decided on safe before sorry. The khaki jacket she's wearing is a bit warm for the weather, but it makes decent cover for the slightly stolen police-issue Glock tucked at the small of her back. She doesn't anticipate having to draw it in the building, but one never knows, and she was planning on a coffee run after she got some air.

She takes care to make a fair amount of noise coming up behind the girl; if there's one thing that's more or less universally a bad idea, it's sneaking up on someone who looks comfortable holding a shotgun.

"You know your way around those, don't you?" she says, neutrally but with an audible level of approval in her voice.

Smile, Tay. You've just been given a fairly high Ros compliment.

[archangelet]

Tay appreciates a compliment about her weapon skills more than most compliments. Especially (not that she knows about this) a compliment coming from someone smart enough to keep a weapon on her even in the Tower.

She looks up at Ros and flashes a quick smile before going back to her cleaning. "Yeah, been working with them since I was about 7. My granddad taught me." And her dad, and her cousins and aunts and uncles, but her granddad was the one who first taught her how to hold a gun, to appreciate the dangers of a gun, to clean a gun. It almost makes her miss him. Stupid family.