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[nneverwas]

[OOM: We are secrets to each other,
each one's life a novel no one else has read;
even joined in bonds of love,
we're linked to one another
by such slender threads.]You haven't seen this man around before

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[nneverwas]

He meets her eyes.

"Lookin' for something?"

[nneverwas]

Roy studies her intently. Posture, expression, mannerism.

She's not as good a fake as he is.

Jovial: "If the crazy girl's at the bar again, you c'n score some cheap absinthe."

(He doesn't turn around to look.

Why bother? He knows Cameron's not there.)

[cant_kim]

Two things catch Kim's eye from her seat by the fire.

First: He looks just like Aaron. If it weren't for the way he's dressed, anyway. If it weren't for the way he moved.

Second: The way he moves sends every one of her alarms clanging like the bells of Bow. Whoever that is, he's dangerous in a way Aaron's not. Men who move like that will step on your fingers, take your purse, and then turn around and smile at you.

She hunches her shoulders and scoots back into the shadows, pulling her cap down to hide her face and making herself as unnoticeable as possible. No sense in inviting trouble, even -- especially -- if it's wearing a face she recognizes.

[nneverwas]

Something about the movement catches his attention, but only for a second or two.

She might recognize him, but it doesn't look like the reverse is true.

(No sense fucking up that burgeoning friendship, with a reaction like that. Some people have no sense of fun.)

[cant_kim]

Suits her just fine.

She stays where she is, curled up like a sleeping bundle of rags.

[onlyneed1shot]

Camille has her back to him. She's sitting at a table in the open, with a laptop open in front of her and a couple manila folders close at hand. Capri pants, an orange singlet low enough in the back to show the top of her burn scar. Her hair is normal today - straightened into pretty sleekness - and while she has her distinctive face bent, there is a steady - if soft - stream of Spanish swearing coming from the slender woman.

[nneverwas]

Scar's interesting.

So is the Spanish.

She gets a glance, and then another glance, and then a third.

[onlyneed1shot]

About the third glance, she half-turns and looks at him with eyes that are startlingly green against her brown skin, and far sharper than her pretty face would suggest.

[nneverwas]

Roy grins.

It's friendly, in the way children are friendly towards ice cream.

[river_meimei]

[OOC: Okay, so I got totally and utterly eaten by RL. *sheepish* I'm going to be busy and scarce for another week, though around in bits and snippets; want me to toss her at him anyway, despite the date, or to hold off? I'm good either way!]

[nneverwas]

[Hell yeah, bring on the River! No such thing as a late tag from somebody as awesome as you. :D]

[river_meimei]

[:D!]

[nneverwas]

[and since you are not on AIM I would like to take this opportunity to say I love this thread RIDICULOUSLY MUCH. *draws little hearts on you*]

[river_meimei]

River doesn't mistake him for anyone.

Don't worry.

She's settled in a booth, back to the wall and legs stretched along the bench. Right now, she's watching the man who (is) isn't Aaron, her gaze cool and assessing.

[nneverwas]

He looks over, cocks his head, and offers her a friendly grin.

There's something of wry familiarity in it, because she has met him before. The real him. Not many people around here can say that.

[river_meimei]

Of course there is.

River doesn't smile back, but her own head cocks; an answer of sorts, perhaps.

[nneverwas]

For a second or two, his smile softens in a way that doesn't fit at all with the rest of him.

Just a second or two.

Genuine moments are, as always, a calculated risk. This one's worth it.

Then he stands - graceful, in a leonine sort of way - and starts ambling in the general direction of her booth.