Night at the batting cages

[Skye]

Night, winter season, the calming embrace of the stars shining high above her, sometimes it was nice to just be in it. Not patrolling, not keeping her eyes open for trouble or being somewhere with loud noises demanding attention in some manner but just being. Deeply inhaling the crisp air whilst taking the proper stance, wrapping her gloved hands around the wooden bat filled with her own preferred markings covering the bat from head to bottom only disappearing around its leather handle underneath her hands as the ball shoots out to her, and striking it back with all her might, feeling the reverberations echo throughout her arms and body as the ball flies back away from her.

Smiling to herself, enjoying the chance to hit something other than the punching bag for once, to feel the proper recoil of movement against her along with utilizing a weapon against it. Striking the air a couple of times, adjusting her stance as the next ball arrives, eyes intently kept on it with yet another strike, making the hood of her oversized hoodie fly of to reveal the single braid she had put her hair up in tonight to not get in the way.

A glance over towards her skateboard put safely to the side and preparing for the next ball to come flying at her.

[Kray]

Business, his kind of business, had ben booming the slow and careful influence that John Donoghue as the mortals knew him creeping into ever more areas of city life. More hands to be shaken, more deals to be struck, each another brick in the foundations of his power base. And each taking him to new and otherwise unexplored venues in the city.

Once such Venue was not far from the batting cages and on his way back after having just completed on a small deal, small for now anyway the sound of impact. Bat hitting ball. Disorients the giant for a moment a shard of pain through his head as something foggy and less then half remembered tries to force it's way to the surface unsuccessfully. The instinctive gritting of teeth is enough to make him harden his mask, better to go unseen just in case.

The obscene giant directs his unsteady gaze over to the cages, had something else triggered that reaction or was it just the sudden sound of forceful contact? With each sound the jarring happens again but lesser and lesser as he comes to anticipate the strikes. Its the flash of white the keeps his attention, is that someone he had meet before? He meets a lot of people these days.

Wandering slowly over to the cage in question the giant in his heavy long coat and mouth eaten fedora standing outside the mesh looking in watching the tiny pale woman swing.

[Skye]

Hands wrapping tightly around the grip, world slowing down, nothing existing but the object about to come launching at her at a rapid speed, the chance to feel its proper recoil echo throughout her body about to commence as a loud smacking fills the air, watching the ball fly off right as her eyes moves backward. The bone chilling sensation in her spine just a fraction of a second faster to register the sight than her conscious mind, licking her lips with a momentary freeze only just barely managing to reach up the bat to take the next ball flying at her and see the ball fall to the ground with a soft thud.

Hitting the button for a momentary reprieve before bending herself backwards making sure to keep her hair just an inch above the ground as she looks to the giant of a man.
”Hello there, been a while.” Shooting herself back up, rapidly spinning around and throwing herself forward in a clearly repeatedly practiced motion, tumbling over towards the mesh separating them, keeping just a small distance from the mesh as she flashes him a soft smile. ”How have you been since last we met?” Keep calm Ella, keep calm.

[Kray]

The display of flexibility an odd way to check your surroundings but hey he is hardly one to talk of being rather odd. "Oh. Yeah I thought I knew you from somewhere." It had indeed been a little bit. "Uh. Halloween, at the bar." She had been really into her costume or something. "Huh. Called me a dullard if I recall?" The nasty grin of broken teeth seems to be meant in jest but he doesn't manage it, rather adding to the shadow cast pale eyes and general roughness of his appearance. "Oh. Pretty well all in all in all." Truth be told better then that a major step had quietly been taken to put grand things in motion. "Uh. And yourself?" It was only proper to ask. "Hm. You got quite the arm pon you for such a small thing." Large head inclining towards to the ball machine.