She leaves the school building she has been holed up in for several hours at a quick pace. Her laptop bag is slung over her shoulder diagonally, the computer bumping lightly against her hip. Her arms are wrapped around three good sized books, and in the heat, her light jacket is tied around her waist. Jeans and an oversized t-shirt complete the outfit.
No one speaks to her as she pulls away from the crowd, and she doesn’t seem to mind, or be inclined to speak to them, either. Instead, she just makes her way toward the park, and the path that will lead her home.
[Kemp Oates] He was sitting on the back of a bench, not too far into the park. Infact, just within view, near the curb, rest a gleaming bike in black with a wolf howling before the moon painted on the tank. Feet spread apart, shoulders hunched as he sat with his hands dangling between his knees. His dark head lifted, turning towards Sandra or perhaps it was the bike? Either way, he seemed to be looking in that direction.
[Sandra Davenport] She sees the bike, first, and a hand lifts to push her glasses up, fingers finishing the movement by sliding her hair behind her ear. A little smile plays across her lips as she studies the bike – not that she knows anything about bikes at all, but because it looks familiar.
Stepping past it, she lifts her head and actually looks around. It’s not something she usually does, prefering to move quickly, head down, minding her own business. But this time she does, and it doesn’t take her long to find him on his bench. She hesitates, and then lifts her fingers from the books she hugs to her chest in a little wave to see if he’s looking at her, or just the bike.
[Sandra Davenport] (OOC. Huh. Guess he fell offline.)
[…] ((open play?))
to Sandra Davenport
[Sandra Davenport] (OOC: Yeah, Kemp fell offline.)
to …
[…] ((ok, I’ll send a char in. *s* if you dont mind.))
to Sandra Davenport
[Sandra Davenport] (OOC: ok)
to …
[Nessa] (hi! You looking for company?)
to Bonnie Jameson, Sandra Davenport
[Sandra Davenport] (OOC: Well I had company but he fell offline, so yes, I guess I am. Heh!)
to Bonnie Jameson, Nessa
[Sandra Davenport] (OOC: Yay! You’re back!)
[Sandra Davenport] (OOC: but yes, still open play, ladies.)
[Kemp Oates] ((Heh, stupid connection took me away))
[Sandra Davenport] (OOC: Well, I am glad it gave you back. Need me to repost or is it still onscreen for you?)
[Bonnie Jameson] When the day is warm, when the breeze is minimal and when for the love of gaia she absolutely can not stand her seven year old hellion tearing up her house anymore it means it is time to leave for the park, pack up the SUV, put the six month old in his car seat, make sure the seven year old is buckled in, THEN make sure cartoons are playing and hurry to the park so that she doesnt start tearing out her hair at twenty three years old.
So that is where they ended up, Piling out of the car as she set the stroller up, Aliester the seven year old already screaming like he’s losing his mind, “MOMMY MOMMY LETS GO, MOMMY! LETS GO!”
And the baby boy startled to the point where his face turned red and he nearly started crying, “Go ahead Ali, dont go too far though.” she spoke to him, wondering where the hell help is when she needs it the most. She strapped the child into his stroller and started after aliester down one of the various paths, walking for a little bit until they reached a bench, or rather she did, next to Sandra, but an open area where the kid could run and act as crazy as he wanted, within eye distance of course.
[Kemp Oates] He lifted his chin in response to the little wave. A crooked smile slipping across his face with a small flash of teeth. Slowly rising to step off the seat of the bench in a smooth glide while raking saggy brown hair back from his eyes with one hand. For a moment his head turned with an unreadable look towards the wild tangle of kids gone wild.
“Heh. Curtain climbers.”
Mumbled as he watched the display.
[Sandra Davenport] It’s enough to make her blush. Though naturally, it doesn’t take much. He was looking at her, and nodded, so she adjusts her journey to close the distance between them instead of walking past. The yell of the kids filled with spring fever has a grin flitting across her face, especially when coupled with Kemp’s comments.
“Always called them ankle biters back home.” Her voice is soft, of the strain to hear it variety – unless, of course, you’ve excellent hearing.
[Kemp Oates] His head lifted again, turning towards Sandra and then flickered towards Bonnie as he spoke to Sandra.
“Yeah, and rug rats, tricycle motors amoung other things.”
Attention sliding back to Sandra as he reached out to take her things from her.
“Learn anything today?”
[Sandra Davenport] She blinks as he reaches for her books, and the blush heightens across her cheeks again. She hands over the books – thick graphic design manuals – and the laptop too if he takes it, though that takes a little more to get away from her. Possessive of her baby, and all.
Learn anything? “That I can’t wait for summer break.”
[Nessa] A quick run after work. Running off her demons. She’s gone… a certain distance, with a certain disappointment, her face flushed and red and one of many serious trainers in the park now. Supposedly the burn will bring them pleasurable endorphins and tame the beast that drives them to push harder, longer, through and away from the shadowy comforts of the park’s tree line, keeps them from lingering in the sculpture gardens and past riotous masses of late spring blossoms planted safely in proper raised beds.
Nessa is not tamed. Perhaps the wild thing in her gives her a faint touch of desperation, or maybe all tired runners who are madly sucking in oxygen do that. Her body is glowingly moist, her tshirt dripping with what looks like a large splash of water, and over her head too. Probably steaming in that tee and shorts there, as hot as she appears. Probably used to it, from her athletic, toned body.
Not a beautiful woman. Only the garou can sense the subtle enigmatic scent, taste the lineage of her Thunder’s breeding, and to the rest of the world, Nessa is merely a very fit, plain-faced woman with possibly pretty hair, were it not drenched from wahtever water source she’d found.
She is walking now, blowing hard, coming around one edge fo the park and cutting through the parking lot, her mind on far distant places.
[Bonnie Jameson] she’s marked with purebreed, and her one child that can be seen running around with his remote control car has more than she. Her eyes are a soft and calm hazel even with the stress levels she’s feeling, speckled with blue instead of the usual green. Her hair in a frenchbraid with strands framing her face, her proud and unintimidating poise as she sits on the bench. Taking a deep breath of the air in through her nostrils, then slowly exhaled out through her mouth as she makes sure the baby in the stroller is just fine.
“VROOOOOOOOOM VROOOOOOOM” comes from behind them, her feet slowly move up into the bench so she can sit to her side to keep an eye on the boy, and meanwhile observe anything else that might be good to look at, eyes landing on Sandra and Kemp before skirting back down the path and then to the stroller, then back out to the boy as he zooms his remote controlled car over hell and back.
Sometimes children needed to let out their sugar levels, so that when it came time for them to sleep, they would ALL night long.
And she keeps reminding herself that it will be well worth it.
Running a hand through her hair, exhausted in a sense of being awake all day, a faint frown that touches the corners of her lips as the boy falls flat on his face with a yelp of pain and then stands up, blinks, “I’M OKAY MOMMY!”
and then her hand goes to her head, and she shakes it softly. “good.” she calls back.
[Kemp Oates] “Heh, well summer don’t last that long ya know. I don’t know how ya can stand to sit in there listening to, blah, blah, blah all day anyway.”
This from the guy with barely any education. His words a mixture of Jersey and Chicago draw. Slowly his head turned to watch the remote car zoom around and the kid. Cuffing softly when the kid fell and his attention turned back towards Sandra only to freeze with the sight of Nessa. Awfuckme Went through his head as he forced his attention back to Sandra again.
[Sandra Davenport] She laughs, softly and shrugs. “It’s not so bad. Some of the classes are pretty fun, and involve hiding behind the computer screen the whole time. Always been good at hiding.”
She shoves her hands into the pockets of her jeans now that she doesn’t have anything to hold, and only barely glances around. The mom and kids over there, the runner back there, and of course, Kemp. Here. “You learn anything today?” It’s almost a tease! Miracle of miracles…
[Kemp Oates] “Uh, yeah. Learn something everyday I live. When we stop learning, it’s time to give it up and die, isn’t it?”
Nodding down the path with a swing of shaggy hair.
“So, where ya going?”
[Nessa] Her water bottle is close to empty. Nessa rips it off her hip with a velco snarl and slugs back most of the rest, then splashes just a bit onto her head again. Maybe it sizzles. The light is beginning to fade now and the shadows will be welcome and horrible at the same time.
She moves forward, step after step till even her preoccupied mind cannot avoid noticing the bike, and the rider, and the woman with him.
Misses a step.
[Kaeli McLauchlin] ((places?))
[Sandra Davenport] “Good point.”
Shoulders hunch, slightly in an approximation of a shrug. “Home. Thought I might make some fried chicken for dinner.” A little bit of a grin too, though it’s accentuated with the ever present blush. That she owes him dinner has not been forgotten.
She clears her throat, her teeth worrying over her lower lip, before she peeks up at him thorugh dusty lashes. “I always make too much for just me.. I mean, if you wanted to join me, and all…” It takes absolutely everything she has to get that out without stuttering…
[Sandra Davenport] (OOC: Standing on a path with Kemp, between Nessa on one side, and Bonnie+kids on the other)
[Bonnie Jameson] “VROOOOOOM.” Aliester said as he revved the car up and flew it onto the path, running behind it as it was going going going….
“Aliester, dont go too far.” she called after the boy.
“I WONT MOMMY!”
and for once she feels a slight headache at the fact that Aliester has never spoken in a voice less than a yell. So excitable, so always excited, and so hard to control. She rubbed her temples for a moment as the kid turned the car around to zoom back towards his mother.
Bonnie smiled softly in a slight wave at him as he waved frantically at her. checking the stroller again and then looking around yet again.
[Kaeli McLauchlin] She walks brisquely..well..more like a brisque waddle..down a park path. She felt like a whale. Realy she wasn’t all that big. Some pregnant woman got a lot bigger than she. Most of the weight was in her stomach. She wasn’t the type to get big all over and she carried it well. Pregnancy realy suited her. She had a beautifull glow and she could still wear her jeans..just had to be fastened below the curvacious pregnant belly.
A white mideival style blouse that reaches mid thigh on her. Ribbon tied between her breasts, she could do without those monsters too..damn pregnancy blowing everything up..
Her long strawberry blonde hair left loose with only the sides swept up away from her face and held with a clip at the crown of her head. Her pale skin of her face was sprinkled with a generous helping of freckles. Pale spring green eyes sparkling
[Kemp Oates] His head cocked as he considered Sandra through the dark strands of hair.
“Sure, I always like chicken. But I gotta say, ain’t never seen anyone so shy before.”
Once more the kid and car caught his attention as he lost track of what he was going to say for several seconds before pulling himself back.
“Heh, one day he’ll move up to bigger, more dangerous toys and love it.”
[Sandra Davenport] Yeah, yeah, yeah – another shade of red. Sandra tucks her hair behind her ears, and pushes up her glasses. “I…” well. “…don’t really have an answer to that. Is it so bad? To be shy I mean..” she wrinkles her nose, slightly. Brilliant, Sandra – way to inspire confidence.
Safer subjects, then. “Kind of like a rotagar and his bike?” Well, sort of safer, right?
[Nessa] Her pale face shows emotion, perhaps seen, perhaps not. Intense, brief, and then she tucks it back into her heart, puts on something safer. Something with dignity for instance.
Farther down the path something moves– small things distant to her, like short little humans, and someone walks, and probably beyond them things happen too. For now, Nessa merely continues forward, not cool, but not bleeding at least.
Should Kemp look towards her, she lets her gaze flick from him to Sandra and back again, for an inquiry, wihtout judgement. They are talking and Nessa is not quite close enough to catch the Rotagar word, or surely Sandra would not have used it. She acknowledges him, at least, does not apply pressure. Or speak, for instance. Apparently she really does keep her word.
Funny, that.
[Lachlan Skollson] “Ye know it’s got tae be somethin’ in tha water, or that time o’ year. Bloody pregnant kin all o’er tha damn place, it’s good enough tae remind me o’ why I use condoms when I shag a chic.”
The deep baritone voice drops out of thin air a few feet behind Sandra and Kemp, the other Rotagar’s appearance there as if he simply materialized into existence like a magic trick. His head set at an angle, chin tucked down to brush against his chest, messy brown hair sending short tendrils into his eyes to brush along his nose. One brown eye and one pale blue eye focused on the movement of the women beyond them.
Bonnie with her children and Kaeli beaming beautifully in the glow of pregnancy; Loki turns his head away to spit out on the sidewalk, shoving himself up from the lamp post that held his body up.
[Kemp Oates] ((Uber lagged, bare with me))
[Bonnie Jameson] she wasnt eaves dropping, but she heard that part anyways, bigger more dangerous… “Oh, good god I fear that day.” she responds almost automatically. Eyes moving back to the kid, “Aliester, slow down, you’re going to trip.”
Which of course, caught him in that pivotal moment where he was running behind the car so fast back up the trail, and caught off guard to look at his mother, and there he goes, skidding again, comming to a stop in front of the pregnant Kaeli as his car slowed down by the fact he wasnt pressing the buttons anymore.
“OUCH!” he screamed out, this time more hurt than the grass. At least he was wearing thick clothing and knew to keep his head up.
her head fell back into her palms for a moment and she muttered a little bit of something under her breath for a moment, and then stood up to briskly hurry over to the kid, kneeling down and picking him up, dusting him off. And looking apologetically up to Kaeli, “Sorry, he’s out of control today.” she chuckles and looks back to Aliester.
his eyes were getting bigger and bigger, and he wanted to cry she could tell, and she smiled softly, wiping his palms off and then his face. “You’re fine super muscle man.”
“I HATE FALLING!” he proclaimed, in a squeeky voice.
“I know, and that’s why you should listen sometimes… now go.. go get your car, and I’ll give you a dollar to go get icecream from that guy right there, and you can sit down, eat your icecream and then play some more. But remember, you’re super muscle man, a little scratch isnt going to hurt.”
“RIGHT!” icecream… that was the magic word that sent him running off after his car.
[Sandra Davenport] Her eyes widen slightly as someone just seems to appear behind them, and unconsciously takes a step closer to Kemp, closer to the cause of all the blushing, closer to the devil she knows, rather then the ones she don’t.
[Kaeli McLauchlin] She chuckled at the little kid come screetching to a halt at her feet..which she hadn’t been able to see for months now. At least it would be over soon..one more month and she would be able to see her feet once more! Oh happy day!
“Tha’s allright, kids will be kids” she grins, her green eyes shift to the others in the vacinity. She recognized Kemp though hadn’t run into him in months, her eyes shifted to Sandra and Nessa and finaly Lachlan. She thinks she remembers him vaguely from a brief encounter at Aodhan’s one evening. She hadn’t introduced herself, having been on her way out the door at the time. She smirked at his pregnancy comment and rested one hand on the swell of her stomach, it moved noticeably in a little ripple if one was looking at it, the baby shifting in its ever increasingly cramped living conditions
[Kemp Oates] “Heh, falling ain’t so bad.”
Snickered to the kid as his gaze darted from mother to child.
“Gonna do worse.”
Then he was giving Kaeli a double take just to take in the big belly before glancing towards Lachlan with a crooked smile.
“Heh, so there ya are ole Lacky boy. Me? I kinda figure condoms go against the whole, go forth and further the race bit.”
Nessa got a lift of his chin before he looked to Sandra and Lachlan again.
“Heh, yeah sorta like a bike and someone I know, maybe.”
[Bonnie Jameson] She nodded to Kemp, “Oh I know he is. He’s the wild child that’ll add gray hair, while the baby will be the calm peaceful one… very diverse.” she chuckles, and nods to Kaeli, “Almost ready to pop out,” a soft smile, “Girl or boy if you dont mind me asking.” she’s a soft hearted woman, and nice, fair, polite.
She stood up as the little boy ran back over and held out his hand, and she, gave him the money. “You have to go to bed on time tonight.”
“I PROMISE MOMMY!” he said as he ran off to the ice cream vendor.
she watched him for a moment until her eyes turned back to Kaeli. Children were wonderful, except for those times when they arent…
[Nessa] Right, so Loki appears and Nessa misses another step. Today will be a great day for shocks.
She slows, which might be useful for avoiding whatever misstep will come next. Chicago never stops with two surprises. The scent of the Russian kinswoman is sharper than usual today, from hard effort and her own feminine, exotic scent. She is breathing heavily, the moist (wet) tee clinging, not an unpleasant thing since the breeze will cool her faster that way, bring perhaps goosebumps and more.
“I did not fall of bike. I jumped off. Is difference. ” Her chin goes up a little in stubborn pride, and she sniffs superiorly.
[Sandra Davenport] He doesn’t answer the first part, and there’s suddenly a lot more folks around and she does what she always does. Goes quiet. She stands closer to Kemp, and he holds her books at bag. It’d be almost cute, if she didn’t blush everytime Kemp opens his mouth to say something to her. OR maybe that makes it more so – who knows?
[Lachlan Skollson] “So, ye goin’ tae introduce me tae tha lovely lass brimmin’ wi’ our family blood in ‘er veins or make me play guessin’ games?” His head notching towards Sandra as he walks towards them, his hands stuffed into the pockets of a pair of dark faded cargo pants. A black shirt stretched across chest to faintly outline the lean cords of muscle underneath. He wasn’t as tall as Kemp, shorter in fact, by a few inches.
He glances towards Agnessa, tilting his head up in a small nod of acknowledgement to the Russian woman, stopping to take up a space on the other side of Sandra, placing her inbetween the two Rotagars.
“That whole go forth and breed shite’s full o’ it, Yank. Comes wi’ responsibility if’n yer not ready tae be a dad, and ‘ave tha time ye got tae leave tha woman tae fend for ‘erself when ye can’t go near tha kids, cause o’ rage.”
[Kaeli McLauchlin] She rubbed the swell of her stomach and smiled brightly to Bonnie “One more month..thank god its nearing the end. I don’t think I could take three more months of this. I feel like a whale!” green eyes twinkle “Its a boy” she nodded to Bonnie’s question, glancing to Lachlan, she knew all about the rage thing. She’d tried to have Aodhan feel the baby kick once months before but the baby nearly tried escaping out her spine. Not a very pleasant feeling to say the least
[Nessa] “Privet Kemp, Loki. Miss.”
She is distracted, her brow furrowing a little at Lachlan. Just a little.
[Kemp Oates] “Skadi says it’s what Kin are for. To raise the kids while we do our duty, ya know that. And this here’s Sandra.”
Resting a hand on Sandra’s shoulder while leaning down to whisper very loudly.
“That’s Lack a Hand cause they’re always on someone’s ass.”
[Bonnie Jameson] her grin broadened, “Boys.” she smiled, “Wonderful things to have.” she pointed to the one getting icecream then a nod to the stroller, “Hopefully you wont get a hellion, I’ll cross my fingers for you. Have you picked out a name?”
[Kaeli McLauchlin] ((*ROTFLMAO@Kemp* god))
[Kemp Oates] “Hello Nessa. This here is Sandra. And ya know Lack a Hand.”
For a second he shot Lachlan a wicked smile. Just waiting for his comeback.
[Sandra Davenport] In between the two rotagars. Oh by. Her shoulders hunch slightly, as she seems to shrink a bit, well used to hiding, to fading into the background whenever there is more then one, or two, in a crowd. And this crowd is growing. Kemp’s hand falls on her shoulder, and she she glances up at him, before blushing furiously as she well remembers who’s hand was on her own ass the last time they met.
And it wasn’t Lachlan.
She’s not a pretty girl, Sandra. Not thin, but not fat, not that her clothing does anything for whatever figure she may have under there. Almost frumpy, really, all the easier to fade away with. She murmurs a soft – very soft – hello toward Lachlan and Nessa. Her voice is soft, smooth, but you have to almost strain to hear it.
[Lachlan Skollson] “Nothing wrong wi’ findin’ a nice arse tae grab, Yank, seein’ as all ye ever do is yank on yer own horn and don’t dare touch a girl cuz o’ cooties or something..” He chuckles, flashing Sandra a wicked grin. He looks down at her, and then leans back to glance down at her ass, flicking his eyes up and down, before swinging his gaze up to Kemp. “So, this one another o’ yer harem?”
He looks over to Nessa briefly, clears his throat, “Even’n, Nessa.”
[Kaeli McLauchlin] She chuckles at Bonnie’s comment “Well knowing Aodhan I am sure he will be a little hellion..” she grinned broadly..like father like son..
[Nessa] “Privet, Sandra.” Nessa offers a hand to the woman, her own pale, with a firm grip, thoughtfully dried on her jogging shorts.
Because Nessa is nice. She is. Kin are nice. Nessa IS nice. and Sweet. ” You are in good company.” The smile she gives the Fenrir’s kin is composed (kinda) and distracted ( a lot). Her attention drifts, from Kemp, to Lachlan, and then farther along, to the very pregnant Kaeli.
[Nessa] “Privet, Loki. I have not seen you in some time. Busy time?” He gets a smile, with thoughts totally unrelated to her words making her eyes distant, and rather… absent.
[Bonnie Jameson] she chuckles, “Then I’ll cross my fingers and hope you dont get grays as well.”
she watches as Aliester goes to sit down (for once today) and is content to eat his icecream cone… and for once mutters, it’s a miracle. “Stupid baby Lysander.” and he stuck his tongue out at the stroller and then went back to his icecream.
[Kemp Oates] ((Ok guys, I have to reboot, this is making me crazy. All this lag. ))
[Lachlan Skollson] (You better come back and not leave me with all these women!)
[Lachlan Skollson] (*snaps fingers*)
[Kaeli McLauchlin] ((*snickers*))
[Lachlan Skollson] “I ‘ave been keepin’ busy, Nessa. Jus’ came back from a brief sabbatical from Idaho.”
The broad width of his shoulders roll up and back into a small shrug as he regards her with a tilt of his head, looking at her through the hair that’s fallen across his eyes.
[Sandra Davenport] She ducks her head, blushing bright red at Lachlan’s question, and his checking her out so blatently. Hidden behind her hair, she swallows hard, against the teasing, because that’s all it is. There’s nothing about Sandra that begs attention. There simply isn’t, except for what is in her blood.
She shakes Nessa’s hand, briefly, before shoving her hand back into the pocket of her jeans and watching her foot scuff against the cement at her feet.
[Kaeli McLauchlin] She grins at the little boy with his ice cream. Moving over to a free section of bench and slowly lowers herself to sit with a sigh
[Nessa] Ida Ho. Huh. “I hope you are feeling better now. No lasting troubles, da?” She nods politely to Loki and his ways. One is careful, what questions to ask.
He looks at her, and she shutters up. And something moves, and her attention is caught by a child and ice cream and a pregant woman and all of those things over there. Families she does not have.
People.
[Bonnie Jameson] Bonnie sat back down too, peeking into the stroller for a moment seeing the baby wide eyed and cooeing as the necklace that he refuses to detach from is chewed on, again and again…
She smiled softly, “One more month. It’ll move fast.” she nodded to Kaeli, “Soon you’ll be remembering pregnancy in the distance, and hoping– that is if you dont get an epidermal- that you wont have another one because good god does it hurt.” she laughed.
[Lachlan Skollson] “SO!” He says rather loudly, bending down slightly to bring his head down to look at Sandra when she tucks her head down. “Ye Kemp’s new lady-friend?” oh when one didn’t want attention they certainly warrant it in the eyes of a No-Moon. He wasn’t about to allow Sandra to be a wallflower, bastard that he was.
Nessa was acting strangely. It forces the Rotagar to look back at the Russian woman, pinging his full gaze on her at that moment. “Ye a’ight, Nessa, acting pretty docile tonight, ‘tis not like ye tae be so…” a pause, “Sweet.”
[Sandra Davenport] (OOC: Yay!)
[Kemp Oates] ((Give me a moment to catch up))
[Kemp Oates] “I ain’t got no harem, Lacky, ya know that better than anyone.”
Snorting as he rolled his eyes. Fully aware of Nessa there and the undercurrent of tension in the air. Now and then he’d cut a sidelong look towards her with a faint furrowing of his brows.
“Sandra was having car problems again. I took her home. Looking at her car between other things. Meantime, she owes me some chicken for doing it.”
[Nessa] She sucks in air, sharp and insulted. Nessa’s jaw clenches. And her face? Pales, pales more than it should when she is flushed from running.
Three down.
“I. AM. sweet.” A hiss, of sorts.
She storms off.
Then turns to yell at Loki, in powerful protest of the lies and the mistrust and the oh Gaia, the loss. “I am NICE TOO DAMN IT!!”
Nessa storms off harder. But its difficult, so… something… she could just …. just..
faint.
[Sandra Davenport] She’s saved from answering when Kemp does, and she looks up at Kemp with a little smile, and then her eyes go wide as Nessa storms off…
and she just stares. Before dropping her gaze again, and chewing on her lower lip, absently.
[Kemp Oates] He blinked watching Nessa storm off with her temper tandrum.
“Heh, looks like ya fucked up there. She is PpppIshed!”
[Kemp Oates] Turning a wicked smile on Lachlan. He was enjoying not being the one yelled at for once.
“Told ya not to talk about your condoms and shit in public. Specially when making comments about a woman being sweet, like she ain’t never sweet.”
Snickering as he rocked back on his heels.
[Lachlan Skollson] Deadpan.
Lachlan doesn’t flinch under the heat of the Russian kin’s screaming, he doesn’t blink either, just stares at the woman as she begins to turn away from them and storm off. Kemp’s remark draws his eyebrows into a slight furrow.
“Nice tae know I’m loved, Agnessa, thank ye!” He says to Nessa’s back, loud enough for her to hear.
And then, he turns to look down at Sandra, winking, “She wants me. ‘Tis so obvious, she has tae yell at me in order tae resist.”
[Lachlan Skollson] “Ye know, Yank, she always yells at me. ‘Tis nothing new ye bloody know this.” He says to Kemp.
[Kemp Oates] “Heh. Sure, sure.”
Sucking in a deep breath as he watched Nessa’s storming retreat before speaking softer to Lachlan.
“I think she’s upset cause we stopped coming round her place. Skadi and me had a talk and decided with the way her people were brewing for a fight, it was best.”
[Sandra Davenport] She tucks her hair behind her ear again, trying to remember how to breathe, while she watches through her lashes, her head still tilted toward the ground. They’re talking of stuff she couldn’t possibly know about, and probably shouldn’t even if she did. Quiet, that’s the name of the game. She just remains quiet.
[Nessa] She is very pale. She is very distracted. Nessa’s face turns to track one of those small noisy slurping children. His face is dirty, messy with the treat he is eating. A slow trail of sweet runs down from the corner of his mouth, mixed with saliva in the way that children eat with all their enthusiasm and most of their body.
The shadowlord woman walks right into a lamppost. Bounces off.
Minor course correction. The lady doesnt seem to notice her mistake. Nessa disappears into the lengthening shadows in the park, possibly sporting a new bruise.
[Kemp Oates] He cringed when Nessa bounced off the lampost. Making a small face.
“Ow.”
[Lachlan Skollson] He turns to face Kemp, lifting a hand up to brush back the hair that fell into his eyes, looking at the other Rotagar. He looks back over his shoulder in Agnessa’s direction, and then back to his tribe mate.
“So they finally took notice. I wondered how long that would go on ‘efore her tribe would say something ‘bout it. I guess we’d be tha same way if’n they were hangin’ ‘round our own kin, but then none o’ us had romantic intentions.”
At Kemp’s wincing, he turns to look back over his shoulder again to glance at Nessa to see her walk away, confused. “What ‘appen?”
[Bonnie Jameson] ((Kaeli’s players comp wont let her back in, she says kaeli left))
Bonnie smiled softly and waved to kaeli as she got up to leave and then looked at Aliester, “Come on sweetheart, time to get you home.”
“OK MOMMY!” he agreed.
she smiled and grabbed a baby wipe and wiped his face off before taking the mangled ice cream cone out of his hand and tossing it away. holding her hand out for him as the other hand took the stroller and started on her way back to the car, a nod of her head to the other three. It was gettind dark wich meant bed time for the kids, peace time for her.
[Bonnie Jameson] ((thanks for the play!))
[Kemp Oates] “She just bounced face first off the lampost.”
Still cringing with the sight as he rubbed his forehead.
“Ain’t what they was brewing over. It’s the same as before. Baaku.”
Sobering with a look to Lachlan after glancing down at Sandra.
“Sorry, shouldn’t bore ya with shop talk.”
[Sandra Davenport] She glances over at the mom who leaves with her kids, and turns back just in time to see Nessa hit the pole. Ow. A little wince, before she continues to look around, forever relieved that they are talking about someone else, instead of teasing her. Her face has even regained it’s natrual pale, under the smattering of freckles.
She looks up when Kemp speaks to her, and shakes her head with a little bit of a smile. “I don’t mind.” And she doesn’t. She’s agreeable, Sandra. And you can learn a lot from listening to shop talk.
[Nessa] (sandra is CUUUTE!! omg. I wuld love to get scenes with you another time!)
to Sandra Davenport
[Sandra Davenport] (ooc: thanks! anytime!)
to Nessa
[Nessa] want to play grant park night?
[Nessa] (*kicks to PM*)
[Sandra Davenport] And everyone goes really quiet, and she adds… “But if you need me too, I can just go, so you can talk more…”
[Lachlan Skollson] Lachlan takes in a deep breath, holding it for a moment before he expels it out of his lungs. He looks back in the direction that Agnessa had gone into and lets out a sigh.
“I need to go. I’ll catch up wi’ ye at a later date.”
He nods to the pair, turning to head off.
[Kemp Oates] “Heh, ok.”
Shrugging with a look down at Sandra.
“Naw, never asked ya to leave. Come on, I got my bike. I’ll give ya a lift.”
Resting his hand in the small of her back.
[Sandra Davenport] As fast as they were joined by many, they are left alone again, and she looks up at Kemp at his offer. A nod, and she follows his lead with the touch at the small of her back, a touch that paints her face a soft blush once again. “You just want me to grab hold of you tight, again.”
[Kemp Oates] “Heh, well it does have it’s fringe benifits. Course, with how red ya keep turning, I keep expecting ya to burst into flame or something. Maybe I should carry a fire extinguisher?”
Snickering as he lead her to the bike to stuff her things in the saddlebags before handing her a helmet. His own placed on his head with a wink to her before he lowered the visor and mounted the bike.
[Sandra Davenport] She ducks her head with a slight smile, and shrugs a little as she takes the helmet and puts it on. “Might not be a bad idea. Heaven knows what will happen if you try to kiss me again.”
She waits until he takes his seat before settling behind him. She puts her feet on the pegs, and lightly touches his waist at the side, before she shyly slides her hands the rest of the way around him, pressing close in preparation for the inevitable take off.
[Kemp Oates] “Heh, is that like some kind of hint that ya want another kiss? I mean, sure, I don’t mind delivering.”
Snickering with a warned.
“Hang on!”
Just before he started the bike and peeled out from the curb to whip into traffic. Winding his way towards her place with skill and speed.
[Sandra Davenport] Fortunately he can’t see her face, because that gets another blush – so bad she thinks he might feel it as she grabs on for dear life when he revs up and takes off again. There’s a soft squeal ot terror, mingled with delight as she holds on tight for the ride to her place. Not a long ride, but no less thrilling.
[Kemp Oates] He weaved through what traffic there was at a break-neck speed to gently roll to a halt in front of her place with a smile behind the dark visor. The rumble of the bike ending when he turned it off to look back at her.
“Made it.”
Lifting his visor with a wink to her. Waiting for her to dismount before he did.
[Sandra Davenport] She takes a minute to unwrap her arms, trying to catch her breath, and then she does so quickly with a sheepish, shy grin. She slides from the bike, and unfastens her helmet and hands it to him, before she starts to get her things from the saddle bags. A pause, and a glance at him. “So.. coming up?”
for dinner, presumeably.
[Kemp Oates] “Ya said fried chicken, didn’t ya?”
Swinging one long leg over the back of the bike in a dismount before accepting the helmet to store after she removed her things from the saddlebags. One hand lifted to rake his hair back with a wiggle of brows at her.
[Sandra Davenport] She ducks her head with a little grin. “I did, at that.”
She leads him up the stairs to her second floor apartment, digging her key out of her bag to unlock the door. This is where he’d grabbed her again last night. This is where the first boy to tease without being mean, teased her for real. This is where he’d kissed her – and just the memory is enough to set her skin afire once more. She leads him inside, and sets her books and laptop on the table by the door, her keys hung on their hook before she turns to glance at him again.
“Just make yourself at home.”
[Kemp Oates] That made him chuckle as he stepped across the threshold behind her with a look around.
“Making myself at home might mean more than ya think. Might mean taking my clothes off and sitting around in the altogether, scratching myself. Should be careful with that.”
[Sandra Davenport] Yes, cue blush again. She unwraps her jacket from around her waist and tosses it into the chair before kicking off her shoes. “Well, my father always said those born True could do as they pleased. If that means a naked man on my couch, I suppose I’ve little to say about it..”
A tease! Two in one day… she’s on a roll. “Want something to drink while I cook?” tossed over her shoulder as she moves into the Kitchen.
[Kemp Oates] “Er sure.”
Cocking his head to watch her backside as she started towards the kitchen. Then his attention was turning to the room he was in again.
(And fade to black because my brain is dead)
[Sandra Davenport] (OOC: (Laugh) Perhaps we can pick it up again tomorrow. Sleep well!)