These Ciment Paths

[Key]

It was more of a wander, less of a walk.

The city was cute, for Northern California, but it wasn’t like the starred walks of Hollywood. She had found Granite Park

Today Nova had dressed in a simple black hoodie, and striped lips, she wasn’t looking for anything other than noticeable. The real benefit of doing anything special was to tell people where you got it anyway. And there was nothing wrong with advertising her skills.

The sun was high in the sky, it was still winter but the touch of spring was on the wind, and her hair took the opportunity to have her mantle stir the loose blue mohawk into action.

She looked over the not-in-school teenagers and their various wheels as they went through the skate park.

Nova stayed safely outside, just watching -- fascinated. She could never do that, her thin, delicate porcelain would probably break. Well she could do it, she just didn’t want to.

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2013-02-19 13:49:40		Miach rolls 6 to Wits 3 + Comp 3 (10 Again)		2, 9, 4, 2, 3, 7		1 success

[Heath Moore]

Granite Park was a big place, and many of the downtown Sacramentonians...Sacramentals...Sacra...peoples enjoyed its spacious walkways without care or worry during the day. Despite the February chill, Spring was slowly creeping into the air, and Heath took the opportunity to get out of his apartment for a lengthy jog. Bounding down the sidewalk his tufts of springy hair fought to escape the confines of the gray hoodie he wore, his grinning face huffing and puffing visible breaths in his long strides. It bordered closely on frolicking.

A streak of bright blue caught his attention, as he traveled along the walkway, belonging to a mysterious figure, a female that looked...oddly artificial.

As he came upon her he slowed his speed, jogging in place alongside her. "Hello," he says briskly, hopping between feet. He was almost entirely sure he was speaking to another Lost though he didn't recognize her. "Lovely day, isn't it?" Let the small talk begin!

[Key]

Nova jumped when she turned to see the jogger ( Heath Moore ) -- a startled look passed over her face. She had assumed she would have been alone here, but she supposed it was a blessing in disguise.

But then the dude’s face was glowing, well just a little.

“For winter, but spring’s coming.” She had no intention of starting up a conversation steeped in hidden words and double meanings, the statement was only fact.

“You...you’re like..” she waved awkwardly at herself before looking at the normal people around the park.

What if they notice...

They never have before....

but what if.

Then she heard a second voice ( Shin Wei ), Maybe the make up was popular today.

“You too.” she said as she tilted her head to the side slightly

[Heath Moore]

"Yes indeed, it sure is," said Heath, grinning. "I'm getting a little antsy for it, so I thought a jog might help," he explained, continuing the small talk. When she gestured to herself, he got the meaning but decided to make a joke of it, chuckling, "I didn't think my figure was growing that feminine."

As they moved along the path, another Lost approached them, a man Heath hadn't seen before, unless he had and had just forgotten. "Oh, hello. Err, you two know each other?" Two unfamiliar Lost on the sidewalk, maybe she was waiting for this guy, but her expression seemed to imply the opposite.

[Key]

The glow-face’s comment was weird. She looked him over, he didn’t look feminine. “You don’t...were you trying to? I meant that you...and me...and you,” she pointed at the metal dog thing, “We’re all...you know...” she waved absently in the air, “I just haven’t seen that many of” another wave “at least none that look like...” yet another wave.

Her arms were getting tired.

Maybe they would just get the picture and stop trying to get her to explain. She always wondered why people could be so dense.

She looked at the metal dog and nearly threw her hands up in frustration, if it was frustration.

Public places were fun, but you couldn’t just talk the same in them. She had learned that ages ago and with some pretty dire consequences. Nova carefully rubbed the ball-joint that was her wrist with an odd clinking sound.

“I don’t mean any trouble.”


[Heath Moore]

Heath nods with veiled concern at the gesturing Manikin. He had better stop her before she blew a gasket. "Right, right, no, I get what you mean. It was just a joke, you know," he explains, though he didn't want to have to explain how it was a joke. Jokes weren't jokes anymore if you explained them.

"Don't worry, you're not being any trouble, didn't meant to confuse you. I'm Heath, nice to meet both of you," he says as he ceases his bounding jog in place. He looks to the jade-skinned man and nods in agreement. "Yeah, we're all sort of the same. So what brings you both out into the sunlight? Shelving the hibernation habits like me?"

He hoped he could get some names to go with these interesting faces. Maybe he might have at least heard of them in case he just missed their presence at the last Freehold gathering.

[Key]

Nova looked confused.

Jokes were supposed to be funny. She gave a small laugh that only really pointed out that she had no idea what she was doing and didn’t get it.

The Manikin continued to stare at glow-face Heath, it didn’t make any sense. “I don’t hibernate, that’s an animal thing.” she turned to the metal dog, “Do you hibernate?”

She paused for a bit.

“Wait, was that supposed to be a joke?”

Clueless -- Population: Nova

Nova shifted uncomfortably. “I’m Astra Kris... if you’re wondering; I’m not exactly a local yet...well I work in a barber shop.”

Was that enough information?