Park Bench Status: Hungover

Jan 25th, 2013 07:21 PM

Adam had scoured the stores until he could find the darkest pair of goddamn sunglasses he could and now he was putting them to good use.
He'd found a park bench and he was putting that to good use.
He'd obtained a hangover cure of a bacon sandwich and was putting that to good use.
He had obtained a hangover of which he had no use but couldn't get rid of.
He grumbled. He had fair use of grumbles.

He didn't even remember why he was here. He recalled the coronation, bits and pieces, swearing an oath.
And he'd woken up remembering someone had told him to meet them here when he'd sobered up.
Or something along those lines. He was still wearing his tattered suit.
But he was here.
Some park in the smack bang of the city.
Waiting for someone he vaguely recalled.

Jan 26th, 2013 06:36 PM

Thwack!

The Thud of leons hand on the back of Lavish as he sat on the bench, Leon approached from the back and gave him a friendly pat on the back but in purly Leon style he neglected to restrain his strength.

"fancy meeting you here eh?" He chucked as he moved around the bench to sit to the left of Lavish. His back half on the bench arm rest and the other half on the back rest, slouched and with his leg propped up on his other knee.

Leon was wearing the same outfit he had been wearing the night before but it was a lot more raggedy than the night before. his tie was missing and he was covered in dust but Leon looked raggedy the majority of the time anyway, what was a bit more dust to his look?

Jan 26th, 2013 08:39 PM

Vincent clumsily walks through the unfamiliar park with his head in the clouds. It was only his second day in this part of California, and the fire elemental had the urge to learn the lay of the land as well as he could. However, the gorgeous view was distracting at the moment. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen so many trees, out side of a National Geographic, at least.

The sight of two other changelings near a bench interrupts his sight-seeing tour rather abruptly. Without thinking, He takes out his notepad and scribbles a friendly Hello preemptively before making his way over to them. The mute fireheart hesitates a moment, then deciding that it was best to make as many friends as possible, walks up to the two strangers and nods, holding up his make shift sign.

Jan 26th, 2013 08:57 PM

Adam groaned as Leon's hands smacked down.
"For a small guy, ya got big, loud, hands." He leaned his head back and tilted it towards Leon, attempting to glare at him.
He remembered he had shades on.
He removed them.
Then gave an exaggerated glare.
"Don't tell me it was you who told me to meet you here, of all people, you know Stephen almost threw up on me TOO MANY TIMES."
He held up a finger.
And lowered it as he saw the newcomer approaching him, putting on a smile and glancing at the sign, and raised an eyebrow.

Jan 26th, 2013 09:25 PM

Leon smiled throughout Lavish's words. He liked Lavish, he had a sense of humour but not so much that it annoyed him.

The sign that Lavish had stopped in mid motion made him look over his shoulder at the newcomer, and his sign?
There are many changelings out there and having a mute one seemed like something that was possible. Regardlessly the image of a flaming man holding a sign greeting us was still a tad strange. And funny

Leon began to couch slightly with a smile on his face, leaning forward as to not show his amusement to the others. Didn't work very well.

Jan 27th, 2013 01:25 AM

Vincent stops a 'safe' distance away, feet together. He gives them both a stern look, analyzing the strangers again with hesitation on the mind. After a moment, he scribbles a quick, I've been walking for a while now. May I join you and rest? In hopes that his initial instinct was incorrect.

Jan 27th, 2013 08:08 AM

Adam's other eyebrow hit the roof, joining the first. He made a wider smile and leaned back.
"As long as you don't set fire to the bench, or, you know, me, you can feel free."
He shuffled up a little bit. The movement made him groan queasy.
"I don't suppose you have a bit of hair o' the dog, Leon."

**Terri Nutkins** · Jan 27th, 2013 08:25 AM

Terri walked gracefully through the park with the usual air of friendly warmth that seemed to naturally exude from the Truefriend. It was just part of her very being. She was also quite glad that her own time upon the throne of Sacramento's Freehold had gone by without too many emergencies.

Wearing a pair of blue denim jeans, a red coat buttoned up tight and her favourite pair of flat shoes, Terri spotted the trio of changelings by the bench, recognising at least one by name.

"Heya Leon, how's it going?" she enquired warmly to the Ogre before looking to his friends, smiling. "I'm Terri, nice to meet you."

Jan 27th, 2013 03:29 PM

Leon rights himself up before slouching back again in the chair.
Hair of the Dog? yeah he always had some but not the sort he would like to drink.

He raised a droopy hand to him in reply to the question as Terri appeared before he could answer. Terri on a casual day? Strange but nice to see. The only time leon had seen her was when he swore his oath nd at the coronations dressed to the nine.

"oh hello Terri how are you, fancy meeting you out hear, you having a stroll?" again Leon's nervousness towards women shone through as he tripped on a few words and looked round a lot more than a normal person would. He needed booze to speak to women and it was too early. What to do? what to do?

Jan 27th, 2013 04:26 PM

Vincent Labyrinth was slowly starting to enjoy the solitary, city-studying strolls that he had started to take. It had been a definite case of taking baby steps at first: walking around the hotel the block to begin with, and then venturing to the nearest park - that one, admittedly, had not turned out so well. He would pinpoint a destination on a map, which was not too far from whatever location he happened to be standing in, and would walk there to take in the sites along the routes.

The route would be traced out on a map to begin with, but even so he would wander and find his forefinger tracing the path - on his own palm, on the inside of his pockets, or his trouser leg. It calmed him, and kept him going as long as he upheld the certainty that he would return.

And so he found himself at this park, unexplored by him until now. He didn't expect to find any other Lost there, and so when he spotted the Mantles - and of course, the people attached to them - up ahead, Vincent paused and raised a gloved hand.

"Hello there, ah... everyone," his voice trailed off, as he realised he was unsure of most of their names.

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