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Post by Armand Cartier on Jul 31, 2014 17:47:43 GMT -6
'You've gotten into my bloodstream' The warmth accompanied by sunlight had began to fade. It hid behind clouds and forced the sky to become a canvas. A deep purple spattered with pink claw mark like patterns, it was truly a comforting site indeed. Armand or "Smoke" as he grew to be called, rather enjoyed and preferred the cover of night anyway.
Although in expensive casual attire, a grey colored collared polo shirt decorated with thin pinks stripes and a small green alligator emblem on his chest. A belt with a large golden buckle reading two letters, "LV" held up his tan cargo pants.The value of his clothes was near a thousand US dollars, yet Armand still felt under dressed. It wasn't common for people like him to be dressed in business suits and would have drew more attention to him, which he didn't need. Especially not smoking a thumb sized cigar on a park bench in Manhattan like he was.
He was new to New York, yet found this to be one of the few things from 'Home' he could still enjoy. He shook a few of his long black dreadlocks over his shoulder and gave a flick of his cigar, causing ashes to tumble to the ground. A few particles landed on his gray and white Nike shoes but it was fine, he had every color of those particular kind.
Standing up, he reached down grabbing his black backpack, flinging it over his shoulder. Propping it up by a single strap he looked around some. There were still people about, but not many took a second glance in his direction. Not even females, he simply gave off an "I don't care" persona by the way his eyes were lowered and his refusal to make contact with them.
Reaching into his pocket to remove his cell phone which recently vibrated, he let out a slight sigh. Allowing the cigar to fall from his mouth, he placed his foot atop it and twisted it, causing the fire to dwindle and the green innards to expose themselves before he exhaled the tart flavored thick smoke. The odor alone gave away the fact that it wasn't simply tobacco.
Taking a few steps in the northwest direction, he'd be heading to a different area of the park, one accompanied by water. Even more tranquil than the one he had just been in. Hopefully, it would have less people also. He took a second glance at the phone, it was a preview of another text message.
"Karin: What's wrong? What did I do? Why won't you talk to me?"
He didn't seem amused or swayed to respond and simply held a button to power off the device and placed it deeply in his pocket. Averting his gaze to the clouds he placed himself into deep thought. Disconnecting himself from the world for a moment.
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Post by VIVIENNE SANAKAN on Aug 1, 2014 11:22:50 GMT -6
The park! What a delightful little, green area! Of course only if one could ignore the constant annoyance in the shape of people, dogs, people, dogs, missplaced chewing gums, dogs, the occasional cat, dogs, as well as some children and the leftovers of some dogs breakfast, in other words... dog-shit. Well not that she didn´t have experience in dealing with this shit, but it wasn´t usually this TYPE of shit. The shit she was usually dealing with was either metaphorical or human shit. Frankly speaking she DID prefer the metaphorical feacies, as the organic human ones were usually accompanied by a penetrant, unbearable smell! Yes... janitors didn´t have it easy! Cause damn all these people and their digestional tracks!
Viviennes actual reason for being here was not even as complicated as her mind would have let on. Shopping for clothes usually wasn´t that odd a thing either way. It wasn´t that often that she actually spent money on things, so the occasional shopping-tour couldn´t harm anybody, least of all her. So far however her time-investment hadn´t paid off too well... aside from a corsage, a pair of shoes for... well for any time she´d not have to spend on her job... some tights and undies, she hadn´t had much success. It was really horrible that these days you couldn´t find anything in the style she liked... where had the good old days gone, where one could buy or steal dresses from the 18th century?!
Sighing heavily, while looking at the scarce harvest of todays exploits, in other words the inside of the shopping bag in her hands, Vivienne now stumbled through the park... until her eyes took notice of some snob in a polo shirt. It wasn´t that he actually looked that snobbish... well he did actually, but not THAT snobbish... as in not so snobbish you would have to eat the clothes off his hide, yet still snobbish enough for her to... well... want to point it out! "HOLY SHIT! You got to be kidding me?! What cruel son of a bitch stuffed this gigantic stick up your arse?!" Not caring too much about etiquettes, Vivienne addressed the young man in the polo nonchalantly, yet with a loud, almost shocked voice. "I mean seriously... are you some sort of new-rich, bastard-son or something along those lines, who leads his daddies shady Mafia-rip-off kinda gang that takes out enemies in business? If you are... I want an autograph! If you are not... well duh. Do something about this misogynic aura of yours! It´s like a macarel ran into a tuna, within a swarm of macarels! I mean... I like both fishes, and tuna tastes awesome. But I am not really talking about eating you! Not that you wouldn´t look delicious. Just saying.~" Ending her little monologue, Vivienne simply stopped and extended her hand:"Vivienne Sanakan! No pleasure meeting you!" As she said these words, with her hand extended, a soft smile adorned her face, while her eyes were (as usual) almost closed, making it impossible to decypher what eye-color she actually had.
Well... this had been a funny little run in for her so far. It wasn´t often that you ran into young-snobs around here. Especially not the kind of young snob that had dread-locks. It looked funky... she wanted to cut them off... but still, it was better than some slick bastard whose hair looked as if a car had leaked oil on it. And hey... he didn´t sweat! So he was fine! Sweating guys smelled funky... he smelled nice! Pretty nice... Not caring too much about his reaction, Vivienne instinctively brought her face next to his head, smelling his neck. Hm... yeah he did smell nice... what was that... "You smell nice! What kind of perfume is that?" Still sniffing, the young woman awaited his answer... that smell really WAS intruiging.
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Post by THEODORE 'THEO' TEMPLETON on Aug 1, 2014 16:03:18 GMT -6
Theodor was taking, what might have looked like a nice stroll, but instead he was doing civilian look out, seeing where he might potentially needed to patrol later into the night when there were not as many eyes out as there was. Theo’s hands where shoved in his jeans, with shades on that reflected people so no one knew if he were looking at him or something else. Many people would look his way for many different reasons that could be listed off, but he tried putting it on the back of his mind and just thinking it was his abnormal, patted down, bright orange hair.
During this walk through, there were two people he was not really expecting to run into and meet. Theo was hoping for a quiet college life until he was allowed to come out of his vigilante act and become an actual hero without any restriction. Not only that but it would also get his father off his back and find someone else to handle the large business he created here in New York. A thin line on a face showed that he was not going to take crap and when he looked over to see a woman yelling at a young man, Theo sighed heavily to himself and walked over. Some people looking over at the commotion the woman was creating; Theodore decided to stride quickly and was finally over at what he could have deemed a ‘couple’ but wouldn’t take his chances to call them that.
“Excuse me, ma’am.” He put his hand on her shoulder just as she had leaned in to smell the young man, “But you’re causing a scene to freak out other people.” Theo then thumbed to others around them who started to look the other way or go back to what they were doing.
“I would watch out on how loud you are despite being outside.” He stated, putting his hand down and looked at the other person and shrugged, “Don’t know what you all are arguing about, but I would suggest to take it somewhere else.” Theodore pushed his sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose.
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Post by Armand Cartier on Aug 1, 2014 20:56:23 GMT -6
'You've gotten into my bloodstream' Armand seemed to be in his own little world for a while, which ended shortly after being approached by....What he could only describe as one of the oddest individuals he'd ever been graced to stumble upon. She began ranting and shouting obscenities, this was usually something he did himself.
"Rich? Maybe, but nobody's getting anything near my ass sweetheart, and by the looks of it, yours either."
As to her other sentence which he played off as gibberish, well, 'Gangsters move in silence' he wouldn't dare reveal to her how he obtained his funds, nor what type of group he moved with. He dared not even reply, but was lucky enough to not have to.
She leaned in close to him and began to sniff his neck, one of his pet peeves. He hated people invading his personal space, if she hadn't been a female, Armand would've probably introduced them to the concrete.
"Uh, you're in my 'bubble' little girl, but thanks it's called 'Blue Dream', pretty exclusive."
He looked out at her hand and took a step back after being sniffed, didn't she have any home training? She dressed like someone from a vampire movie, and acted like a dog in the slums. She had enough manners to introduce herself, and after a slight scowl he parted his lips in response.
"Arm-...Smoke."
He interrupted himself from giving her his full name, because, for why? She wasn't someone who had some interesting business venture for him by the likes of her conversation. Nor did she seem like the type of female he was interested in. There were enough clingy bouncy girls in New York for him and all of his cousins back in Miami. Yet, she wasn't that hard to look at, not like he'd tell her that, she'd never leave then.
A reached out and gently shook her hand, as if it was dirty or she had cooties and placed his hand back into his pocket cocking his head to the side.
"That's it?..You just stop people, insult them and introduce yourself?"
Looking over her shoulder he noticed a bush of carrot colored hair and those annoying sunglasses he always seen policeman wear. That alone caused a slight hint of distrust towards the male that approached them. He looked somewhat familiar, and that was also unnerving.
"We weren't arguing, she was just about to be on her merry little way back to the Boston tea party. Good lookin' out though park ranger."
The second sentence was laced with the heaviest accent of sarcasm he could muster. Turning his back on the 'retard' and the 'rent-a-cop'. He gave a slight yawn and took a second glance over his shoulder after making a few steps away from them.
"Shit...anybody normal around here?"
He whispered to himself dreadlocks flailing as he turned is head back forward and continued his apathetic strides. The body of water he planned to reach was close.
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Post by VIVIENNE SANAKAN on Aug 3, 2014 10:58:28 GMT -6
Oh hey, snob wasn´t as snobbish as assumed at first. Well... no matter. He still posed an annoyance to her... what actually? Maybe he wasn´t actually annoying and she had just projected a sense of annoyance into somebody who just happened to pass by. Eh... it was a lot more likely that she was just bored and wanted to impose her boredom onto somebody else in order to relieve herself of it. THAT WAS IT! Very likely... very likely indeed! His next comment however caused her to lift her eyebrow:"What´s that about asses? I mean. You, you don´t look like the type to let others put something inside of you, but the stick in the ass was more of a metaphor, rather than anything else. I am not gonna talk about my own butt with you though, I feel like it´s none of your business what I do and let do with my butt." Her tone had a slightly withdrawn note to it, as if she wasn´t sure what his implications were supposed to mean. Her alarm-bells rung -STRANGER DANGER- while her mind told her that is was either a flirtatious attempt at her virginity that failed horribly, or just a half-serious joke that was supposed to get the attention off his and on her backside. Or maybe it just meant that she wasn´t really such a stuck up snob.
Either way his reaction to her smelling was something so inherently awkward that her risen eyebrow came down immediately, as her face turned into a confused frown. The hell was he even ON about? What bubble? Did he have some sort of invisible shield that she had breached on accident? She sure as hell didn´t notice one... and if that was a shield it wasn´t a useful one to say the least, otherwise it´d have kept her out. Eh... whatever it was, it wasn´t important. "I´m sorry for... your bubble or whatever, but hey. It smells nice, so cool. And of course it is exclusive. What else could it be? Oh silly me!" Not bothing with hiding her obvious sarcasm, the malice in her voice dripped out of her mouth with every single word, as suddenly a slightly vicious smile started to adorn her fair features. The slight malice however did not remain for longer than the split of a second, as it quickly turned into some kind of ambigious amusement. "Armsmoke... sure. That some kind of bastardized deviation from Armstrong? Or did you just make up a name, cause you don´t feel like sharing information with such a low-life vermin like me?" A frantic keckling accompanied her last words, as he shook her hand. At the same time, a hairy, black body shot right out of her sleeve, crossing the distance between her wrist and "Armsmokes" wrist in an instant... and started crawling up the mans arm in a rather speedy fashion. "...oh my! 'Guess I really am some kind of vermin.~" Watching it happen, she added some more to answer his slightly confused question:"Oh dear me." This was clearly spoken in a sarcastic manner. "... I guess I should have introduced myself before pointing out the obvious! It´s almost as if it actually mattered, isn´t it?" This time her smile was clearly dripping, from the sheer amount of sarcasm and scorn that accompanied her words.
For some reason this brat offered such an amazing source of entertainment... perhaps because he actually attempted some sort of resistance. That was always nice! It was no fun kickin' corpses! The third person that came along was simply presented with a raised eyebrow, a slightly dismissive glance and the words:"Yes indeed. Excuse you! And thank god I am not you!" What a goody two-shoes. Probably attended the moral-home-security-faculty or something along those lines. Well... he would get his fill soon enough, if she could help it.~ Perhaps sooner than anticipated. With that her gaze wandered back to Armsmoke, a mischivious smile, making no secret out of the amusement she gained through the -imminent rat placement-.
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