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[Ever since the last pulse Kimberly has been getting random attacks of claustrophobia while inside. She is (for now) quite a tall woman, but even high ceilings aren't enough when those hit. On the latest of these she hoofs it across a field in the park, heedless of snow getting into her very unsuitable shoes, hands to her head.

tag into this if you want a thread where a woman turns into a dragon, ppl. I should reread and figure more out about PBs and stuff if I take this further.]

[ today's not a good day to deal with pissy customers. he's kind of pissy himself. two cups of coffee and a cigarette break haven't fixed it and he's late for his lunch while listening to a cranky, middle-aged guy that can't handle a girl in a short skirt complain about the amount of teenagers in the food court. ]

Sir, there's no problem here. I'll deal with it if there is.

[ he's folded his arms in front of him, chin up, head tilted slightly to keep the man in his sights. it's not a reassuring pose, but the man's wound up and keeps after the security guard. ]

The language they're using alone should be enough! I don't wanna sit here and listen to it! They're just loitering!

[ his eyebrows rise up while he listens and he shifts, tossing his head briefly towards the group ]

Far as I know, the majority of 'em are paying customers. And I'm not about to go asking the bunch of 'em for the Taco Bell receipts. You have a few choices right now, sir- you get your food and you sit down, you get your food and you leave, or you cut the food and take your business elsewhere. They're fine where they are.

[ he knows some of them, friends of his sister. a little loud, a little obnoxious, but he'd rather see them at the mall where it's comparitively safe. nevermind kids and drugs and alcohol anymore- the city's become a weird place the past few months.

the man grumbles and walks off, though doesn't seem to go very far. instead he stands off at a distance and glares at tyrone, who goes back to observing the area. ]

The Park

[Yeah, there may or may not be some unsavoury critters hanging around in the vicinity, but if there are, Lexi hasn't appeared to notice them, or her surroundings in general. She's a little busy, you know. Scanning around for rocks, apparently. And whenever she comes upon one that's about the size of her fist, her brows lift in interest, and she picks it up.

[And holds it next to her ear. Pauses for about a minute, just in case. And then frowns in disappointment before letting the rock plop back down onto the ground. Sheesh, is she ever going to find one that works? What's the point of having an interesting power if she can't find anything to use it with?]

[this character has a fuckton of names, I'm telling you. Khordeshkhistriakhor, Akhorishaan, Akhor, Akor, Varien Kantriakor rash-Gedri Kadreshi naLanen... He's a hawt and not-hugely-bright shapeshifting dragon king. Well here he's Virgil Argos, sweet but kind of dim receptionist for something or other. On the side he plays a lot of baseball.

a] Virgil leafs through a magazine in the food court, entranced by sports statistics. He looks up, and you are ~captivated~ by his deep green ageless eyes and wild exciting cinnamon nutmeg scent. ...he's from a romance novel. Eyes and scent are noteworthy but you don't have to be compelled into adoration like much of the cast.

b] alternately, he faced something huge and powerful, he turned into a ginormous firey silver-plated dragon and fought it, then he got killed and promptly exploded magnificently, which either took out the enemy or else wounded it and someone else finished the job. Anyway. Coming across the scene some hours later you find charred dragonbones and plating, by now pleasantly warm. Ribs arc overhead, and in their center, coated in ash, there's his human form, asleep, bearing waist-long silver hair.]

> Arts n Crafts Fair: Angelo's here looking for a cute gift for his sister. He's a scruffy, middle-aged dude of pretty clearly Hispanic descent. If you're with the police, you'll probably recognize him as the somewhat anti-social chief medical examiner.

> Rainy Day: It's raining... monsters. And Angelo is now bleeding from his ears, standing in a corner with his eyes squeezed shut. One hand is at his left ear, but the other is holding an obsidian knife, and shaking.

( public transportation: very fun, and sophia's even more fun. she is, you see, rather engrossed with reading her book — a text on architecture, very possibly a textbook — though if someone jostles her or steps on her foot or gets too close to her space, they'll be greeted with a nose wrinkle and a frown. )

Hey! Watch it.

( arts and crafts: she's come for a look around, maybe even to try her hand at a few things, and if you see her staring particularly hard at anything weaving-related, well, she may be all the easier to sneak up on.

for all that abject terror isn't an expression one will often find on sophia grace, it's most definitely there when she finds herself sharing a bench with an ugly spider — a small one, not that you'd guess it from the way she shrieks and leaps from her seat, accidentally scattering a nearby group of small children with shrieks of their own.

what an inconvenient time to have an echo. )

[uh oh, is that a flashing light in your rearview mirror? It suuuure is. What did you do? Run a red light? Go 50 in a 25? Make an illegal U-turn?]

[well, whatever it was, you're being pulled over for it now. the officer who approaches your car is a tall brunette who looks like she is having a great day.]

Do you know why I pulled you over?

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Nnnnot cool. It's raining torrents, Lita is SOPPING WET, she has been walking in the rain for at least five thousand years, and now that she's finally made it to the local coffee shop, it just HAPPENS to be closed and her ride isn't coming for another twenty minutes. Great. She sighs, sending droplets flying into the air as she hunches under her newspaper to peek from the tiny bit of covering over the coffeeshop's stairwell, watching the rain come down. The weird... rain. Huh. She's not in any way a environmentally inclined sort of academic, but at the very least she doesn't feel as though this is very normal phenomena. She hopes someone's recording this.

Suddenly, the shotgun she had been hiding under her skirt slips down and skitters onto the sidewalk. NO. Nononono bad. She squeaks to herself and darts into the rain to pick the heavy weapon up, looking around frantically into the dark streets for any passerby. How much trouble would she catch if anyone saw her hauling this thing around?

Edited 2014-01-19 07:21 (UTC)

[OOC: Please forgive the lack of modern icons, I haven't quite decided on a PB]

[Fortunately, Leo is exactly the kind of prepared person who brings an umbrella along when the forecast says it's going to rain even if it's not cloudy. And even more fortunately, he's the kind of nice person who's willing to share with any poor souls who are trapped out in the rain with him. He holds it out with a friendly smile.]

Get under here, you're going to get soaked.

(Public transportation)

[You stand at the station during rush hour. The incoming train is already crowded and many other people pour in with you. But then you see them - two empty seats! You won't have to stand after all - ]

Ha!

[Or not, because a blond teen just shoved past you - probably elbowed you, too - and took over both seats, sitting in one and resting his feet on the other.

Talk about rude! Maybe you should give him a piece of your mind.]

(In the rain)

[Holy shit, it's raining monsters. Emil is standing under an overhang and records everything on his phone. He runs a hand through his hair, idly, and him fingers touch something that certainly wasn't there a second ago.]

What the fuuuuck...

[A horn. Emil takes a picture to make sure he isn't dreaming and yes, it's right there in the middle of his head, kind of small but still. The rain is promptly forgotten; all he can do now is stand there and poke it.

A horn. Like a fucking unicorn.]

It's raining.

It is definitely, 100% pissing down with rain and he does not have an umbrella. Or a coat. Because it was fine when he left! Admittedly, yes, not the time of year to be running about without a coat but he'd been in a hurry because he was late (no, not his fault! Well. Okay maybe a bit his fault...) and now he was wet.

There was no other way to describe it really other than wet. The kind of bone-deep wet, cold feeling that makes you feel like you might never be warm again. His t-shirt is sticking to his skin. He's dripping. If he can just make it a little further --

Which is when the truck comes. He knows what is going to happen instinctively before it happens, skips back a step and cringes away as it speeds through the puddle.

Nothing happens. No water hits him.

When he looks up the water is frozen in time, slowly turning back towards the truck as if being repelled.

He starts to cough, a weird mix of surprise and alarm, and turns to run head down through the rain.

Which is, unfortunately, why he can't see where he's going and slams directly into someone else.

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A. Action

Among the many people pushing around strollers in the park one stands out a bit. Literally. At two metres tall it's kind of hard to not stand out. ...The stroller seems a bit unnecessary though with the baby actually being draped over his arm, head in his hand and legs and arms hanging down on either side.

At least it's finally asleep?

...Unlike the two four year olds that run after a big labrador dog. ...They might just be running straight into you for all that they are watching out for other people. Or maybe you remember Thorir from the network and just want to come over for a chat?

B. Network

[Thorir's words are clipped, they sound harsh even in the language that he is currently using - mostly because he feels a reluctance to use it on the network that he cannot quite explain. But he still decided that this was necessary.]

If you understand this, talk to me.

[And then he switches back from the language that he himself cannot name but assumes must be the language that his former self spoke. Dwar...vish? It's so odd of thinking of himself as a former dwarf. It would have been the last fantasy race that anyone would have thought of for him, what with his height.]

If this sounded at all familiar to you, tell me.

[So. Rain was kind of awful. It wasn't romantic, it wasn't philosophical. It was gray, cold, wet, and made everything worse. Especially if it was rain that gave you weird flashbacks to things that never actually happened.]

[That was. Well. It was really hard to say what that was. A fight? In the river with some angry guy with ridiculous hair? Okay, whatever, he wasn't going to try mixing those kinds of drinks together again anytime soon.]

[He could worry about whether or not stress was starting to get to him after he got out of the goddamn rain, though.]

( the park AND THE RAIN TOGETHER )

[ He's always found himself drawn to natural spaces, for all of his life. There was something beautiful about trees in their solitude that Teague liked better than people. If given the choice between a shortcut through the park back to his office and going instead through crowded streets lined with concrete, he and his neatly put together Brooks Brothers suit would always choose the park.

It's a shame, then, that the sky erupts so quickly. He curses and, removing his jacket, he tries to cover his head as best he could as he runs towards a large tree, seeking shelter. In that moment, frustrated about the rain, being late and his now soaked suit, he glances down at his foot and, seeing a spider trying to escape the rain as well, crushes it under his foot. He feels it crunch under his sole and sink into the mud and he thinks, in a language he doesn't recognize, Good. The rain and it's wretched corpse will feed the trees, and Yavanna will sing for our health and prosperity.

What? ]

( Mall )

[ This place, he decided, was awful. It was too full of deadbeats and kids with sticky fingers. Too full of overindulgent mothers are teenagers who lived to annoy others simply to feel powerful. He wants to go as quickly as possible. Meet his client (who was late, he should just leave), discuss bulldozing this building to create a zoo, or a playground, or whatever it was his client wanted from him, maybe buy another expensive watch to clear his head of this place and go back home to his eco-friendly solar-powered condo.

But he waits, sunglasses pressed against his face, checking his phone impatiently. ]

A: Public Transportation

[ He's used to walking everywhere, but there are some days where Kei is just too damn tired and has just enough money from busking to hitch a ride to the other side of down--the shadier side, but whatever--and just relax. IT's a shit hole of an apartment but it's got heat and food and water and a semi-hot shower even if the water pressure is absolute shit.

Kei hasn't got headphones on, but the thrum of the subway's movement and the hustle and bustle of it's patrons are enough to lull himself to sleep, guitar case below the seat. Sorry, buddy--looks like you're a new headrest for a 5'2" girly looking asian. ]

B: Park

[ Aaah, what he does best: playing the guitar and annoying people just long enough for them to throw a coin or two in his case. He's no superstar, it's just an old beat up acoustic and an equally battered case, but he's good enough to get lucky and be able to buy a pack of cigarettes when the day's done. You won't catch him singing, just playing and, if he knows the song, taking requests (no, he won't do Wonderwall, this isn't a college campus, and freebird is right out).

Occasionally, though, someone or something will catch his eye and he'll stare or a while. Almost like he's fairly certain he's seen you around town before. ]

Edited 2014-01-20 08:12 (UTC)

network;

[ooc: i'll add an action option later....just felt like being hideous rn.]

A; network (text)

[Trying to get her college transfer stuff settled, she accidentally types her network number into the address bar and thinks the resulting page is a college message board. Somehow.]

Somebody tell me how to access my health records

B; arts and crafts fair

This is stupid. Who's bright idea was this stupid thing?

[She says, not realizing that her friend has ditched her until she looks around.]

You little- when I get back I swear I'll... [Because muttering to yourself in public will make you feel so much better, Raine.]

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[ooc: Because I'm mean, Fili son of Dis, sister-son to Thorin is now Filbert. He answers to Fil.]

Option 1 - The Mall
[Fil tapped his feet impatiently as he waited in line to pay for the packet of drafting pencils. He'd been in line for over fifteen minutes already and the man at the register was STILL arguing about how he should be able to return things be bought months ago and that were obviously used already.

Letting out his sigh, he put his pencils randomly on a shelf and headed for the exit.]

I should have just ordered them online...then I wouldn't have to listen to that shit.

Option 2 - Arts and Crafts Fair
[This wasn't his thing usually though he flattered himself in thinking he was good at drawing, if only it was buildings and very utilitarian. It was all part of being an architect, to be able to draft the design in your head out onto paper. One of his older sisters liked these though and her birthday was coming up soon, so here he was, browsing through assorted handmade knicknacks offered by smiling artists with bright (almost too bright) smiles). He picked up a...thing...maybe it was a sculpture?..made of pieces of metal and ribbons. ]

No offense but...what is this exactly?

[Oh look, it's a teenage boy walking through the art fair with a sense of desperate purpose to him. There's something very specific he's looking for, but it's nowhere to be found.]

It's fine art. I am absolutely sure it is. So why can't I find anything like it here?

[There is a horse. Standing by the bus stop.

Yeah. That's a thing.]

THE PARK.

[Don't mind this hoodie-clad, baseball cap-wearing young man wandering around the place with a camcorder. He's filming a documentary on parks. Or something.]

PUBLIC TRANSIT.

[Nothing like the subway at night to show you the bowels of humanity. Tate has his Skull Candy headphones over his tousled blond hair, nodding his head slightly along with the music. He's got some post-hardcore screamy rock pumping through the speakers, but that only partially calms his restlessness. He jiggles his leg and stares at the ads on the subway car, and then sweeps the aisles for anyone interesting to observe. He really has no desire to go home, but he can only avoid it so long.]

Raining

[Ah, it would be his luck it begins to rain the one day Eliot decides to enjoy a walk outside. It had been sunny when he had set out so he was not quite prepared when the drops begin to fall.

The damage is done as the rain comes down harder and he makes for the nearest large tree which appears could offer some kind of shelter from the storm.]

Arts and Crafts Fair

[With a busy schedule, it's not often Eliot is able to get out during the day. There are breaks but it's never enough to stretch his legs and actually do anything besides outside the hospital

Then there are the days when he can actually enjoy the day without knowing he has to rush back in to work in short order. So he decides to make use of it and check out the Arts and Crafts Fair that day after hearing about it from various acquaintances.]

[The arts and crafts fair needed security. It was a major event with lots of people and, despite the fact that the danger level at the arts and crafts fair was absolutely minimal, it was a community event and some police support wouldn't go amiss, in case of danger. At least, that was what the officiators said, so the Locke City Police Department was more than willing to spare ~~their most expendable~~ some of their finest to make sure that nobody shoplifts the macrame.

The most expendable turned out to be the new guy who was already on probation. So, instead of fighting crime and protecting the law, like Paul wanted to be doing, he was here, making sure that teenagers didn't stab each other with the knitting needles.

He hated his life.

So, there's a middle-aged police officer skulking around the arts and crafts fair looking immensely grumpy and who obviously doesn't want to be there.]

[Hey everyone, it's your favorite city council member, bumming around the arts and crafts fair! He is trying not to look too judgey at some of the more ....interesting pieces of art, but otherwise, he can be found chatting up various vendors and passers-by, charming smile in place.

Do feel free to bump into him, he's probably hunting down something mildly healthy to eat.]

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Tyrone Lewis aka Urdnot Wrex... AT THE MALL.

Aleyis Aldage / Alexis "Lexi" Allen | OC

Khordeshkhistriakhor | Tales of Kolmar

Acatl / Angelo Martinez | Obsidian and Blood

sophia grace/annabeth chase | pjo/hoo

Guitar Koenig / Beast King Guitar | Violinist of Hameln

Melati Narsurya/Tali'Zorah Vas Normandy | Mass Effect

Leo Bray | Sandalio "Biffy" de Rabiffano | The Parasol Protectorate

Emil Fiedler / Hamel / Violinist of Hameln