September 14, 2002.09.14.02. - meetin' up [gabriel-arianna][pine barrens]
(james)
you know, for a city dog, he's spend an inordinate amount of time in these woods, but this time he's not quite so far out, a little closer to town than to Starling and Nathaniel's place, straddling a precariously slanted fallen tree like a premature Trojan Horse, head bowed, dreadlocks hanging to span the space between brown eyes and tanned hands manipulating a pair of peculiar drumsticks into a specific rhythm that echos softly out of the slowly hollowing treethe pathwork tophat is tilted in his concentration, and the tattered longcoat folded to make a seat, second hand black BDUs showing a little more wear and tear since he's been tromping the woods and not the normal highways and byways of the city
nope
he's certainly out of place here
but seems damned comfortable enough, doesn't he(madison cassidy)
~ She is dressed in a Chaosgirl T-shirt and a pair of flared jeans…carrying a backpack…she has long jet black hair…with a white streak down the side. (battle wound) She is only 21, but has been through shit most 21 year olds haven’t…her green eyes sparkle and she carries herself with confidence~
This confidence however different then any who used to know her…
Athletic and toned, she doesn’t look like one to mess with…Something about the way she carries herself, or the way she looks at you…her confidence exposed in each step and movement, her pure breed apparent in her face.As the day begins to disappear and the night begins to emerge...there is a sound coming from a place not far from Gabes clearing...
a beat...rhymic
She leans up against the log as the wood handmade drum sets between her legs, thighs pressed against it holding it towards her
the ryhtmic beatShe plays softly at first, just keeping a slow subtle beat, her eyes closed, enjoying just being there
(james)
now, there's something about being a percussionist - you can always pick out someone else's beatso after a moment of wondering if that backbeat was his, or some strange concoction of being in the fresh air for far too long, the rebar 'sticks still, head in a suddenly canid tilt
listening
then a smile quirks across his lips
"What do we have here, Jamey-boy......."
(gabrial thunder oak)
Rhythem... low... constant...The rolling play of subtle hints of hands to self made drumhead. Burning blood of the old ways streaming forthing into the night of the present in a most simple and sublime manner.
Slowly the sounds begin to rise, the rythem of his own heartbeat beginning to feel the song slowly pouring out through those beating words.
This was a song deeper and more alive than any outside the truth would ever understand. Somehow this was a window into the past as well as forward through the ages.
Standing, rising from a long meditation the scent of his packmate is near. Slowly he rises to his feet. Bare, as is his chest. Massive scars run down his chest from shoulder to hip, as well as a fairly recent addition running down his right side. A burn more than anything else, but it was a scar he wasn't happy about having had to endure.
The humidity in the air held his hair into a matted mess more than anything. Primal looking, with his tattoo'd shoulders, arms, back... Marks of both line and rank.
Slowly he moved through the night air, finally standing outside the small area of her drumming. Watching... listening, waiting.
(madison)
The beat speeds up a bit Each first beat heavier then the 3 that follow, bringing the sounds to life The music becoming fuller although still only her drumming..
Her eyes still closed...leaning up against the trunk of the tree.
Her escape...a way she releases whatever is in her headThe sounds fill the night...She can sense Gabriel is close by, but she doesnt open her eyes yet
drumming...
(james)
wai.....one....two even!a little bit of excitement ripples through the youth's lean body, which stretches into a lean over to the side, rebar angled to gunn a striking beat against one of the granite boulders holding the tree up
one two... threefourfive beats ring through the trees
and he stills once againhead canted, listening for a response
opportunity knocks, and if he thinks he's in another's territory, well, so shall he
(gabe)
boom, boom, boom... the simple way each note is emphatically reached almost without measure or attempted try. Smiling to himself as he stands silently crossed armed watching as the third slowly began to appear. He did not know this one, and the smell of the city weighted heavy upon him. Still he watched.There may be no Caern here in these wood... ((YET)) but there were things that all knew and heeded. This was an open territory, not yet claimed fully by anyone so he just watched... for now. Pleased that the sounds of the music played through the young woman who had thus far learned much in such a short time.
(madison)
She hears another sound, matching her own, in its own style
Which was rare, she hardly expected that, it actually surprised her enough to stop the drum beat completely as she looks aroundthose green eyes glancing around..
She stops on Gabe...briefly, her eyes stop and search for a moment, reaching into his own as she feels her body tensen up only slightly and then relax. she had learned control, at least mostly, of her thoughts, her feelings, her mind
She was in control of those things, and had been practicing what she needed to do...what was right
But it was easy to comply with her mind rules when he was gone..
now that he was in front of her...
But the other distraction helpedHer eyes changing course mid-stare and heading to the sound of the other drummer
(gabe)
A picture of one with nature, surrounded by the wood as he surrounds it within himself. Gifts of having been in the wild for long enough that you pick up on these things easier. The sense of movement and timing... he nodded to her as her eyes met his. Slowly his attention as well as hers shifted to the third. The newcommer who had joined in with a style and flare of well addressed skill.
(james)
even so, there's forest wolves and city dogs, he being one of the latter heeds more unspoken rules out here than normal - but some things you just can't resista drum circle is one of them
and talents built beneath the shadow of concrete oaks that tower limitless to the sky, a strange twist begets the primitive rhythm struck by rebar on stone, a strange harmonic clash of future fears and ancestor's passions - but like everything, the climax comes too soon, and his curiosity gets the better of him, beat abandoned for sake of finding these new..... friends?
but off the fallen tree in a swirl of second-hand clothing and tattered coattails, Cochran's repaired more than once making sure his passage is far less than subtle in his approach on the other two - they don't smell or sound like those he knows so why take the chance of sneaking up, that normally ends in bad tidings as paranoid as some folks have seemed - not that he blames them
right-o
lips purse for a solo rendition of Gambler's Blues to wade through the trees before him, rebar drumsticks tucked beneath his arm in derelict parody of a gentlman for a midnight stroll with his cane
(madison)
Not much of a drum circle now that she has stopped, and Gabe has no drumBut she smiles at the newcomer, perhaps thanking him for being there not that he wold know why.
She sets the drum against the tree and stands up, brushing the dirt off her ass and shoving her hands into her pockets as she glances from Gabriel to the new guy..breaking the silence something she is good at doing..
"Heh, I guess thats one way to bring people together" she glances to the drum..."Just bang on the ol skins a bit and people flock to me" The smile crosses her lips and her eyes have that twinkle as she lets a small chuckle out..
"Hello there" she says...to both of them
(gabe)
Hiding a sense of joyful laughter he stands still and smiles.He had a drum, she's seen it before, he would just have to retrieve it if the need arose. Instead he was more interested in just watching and waiting for the moment.
(james)
it existed for a little while, and that was good enough for him, an easy smile sporting across his features"Evenin."
patchwork tophat tipped in a nod to both of them, light brown dreads clinging almost shyly to his shoulders
"Not interruptin' anything, am I?"
(madison)
She shakes her head.."naw, not really, i was just passing the time"
she smirks..
Eyes moving back to Gabe
Can you tell ive been trying to teach myself lessons of my own?Then back to the guy..."You just out for a stroll?" she chuckles.."although im sure theres more to it then that...right?" she smirks...
(gabe)
There came a small nod with the look she gave him in that moment. The words passing between them even without truly being spoken aloud. He knew she had been practicing and he knew it was almost time for him to teach her a bit more of things...Yet right now his attention was more on the new stranger.
(james)
the boyish grin spreads with a nod"Exactly right..... I'm curious about what this fresh air thing is that people make such a big deal about."
the coat, the hat, the boots, the dreads, the scent on top of everything else
it's obvious he doesn't quite belong out here, more likely a wicked carnival, and he doesn't hide it
gesturing absently with his free hand through indulgent inhale"I find it quite fascinating.... name's James.... at your service."
the streetperformer's charm building up that smile again, reaching to tip the tophat in half bow
(gabe)
The charm was obvious, as were the manner and gesture. It was with a practiced and fofus gaze that he truly looked at this man. Noone with the smell of the city so heavily embedded upon them just 'comes' out here without reason. It was a good journey from the city to these wood and to come and follow all the way out here was by no mear accident. This little performer was more than he appeared and it only took a few moments before he had to hold back a laugh as he could see why... The suttle and hidden in plain sight glyphs.With that the large, powerful Irishmen walked out of the shadow more and stood in the suttle light pouring down from Luna.
(madison)
She laughs.."At my service" she nods.."right on...and i dont remember ordering one of you...but hell I suppose I can always use one" she shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders...
eyeing only briefly the glyphs...she doesnt recognize what exactly but knows its one of them...just not sure exactly whichShe too has her glyph on her, only it is not seen right now, the shirt covering the tribal tattoo around her navel...
"Fresh air is much better then smog, pollution and the smell of those damn hot dog stands on the street corners" she chuckles...Moving to pick up her drum and drape it over her shoulder..
as she returns to the group."Maddy" she nods in acknowledgement..
good nuff for her, He says James, she says Maddy...Let big boss guy over there get the REAL introductions going
if they have toJust another of Maddys pet peeves, that Gabriel finds entertaining to poke at
(james)
he seems almost mortally wounded even if it just widens the grin, the youth winking at Gabriel, before turning back to her with a brow raised"Well..... I'm not so sure how much servicing you'll get knockin' on hot dogs like that, Maddy."
though smooth voice waxes warm
(gabe)
He stands... waiting for the man to notice anything and if he would make any announcement properly. Bone Gnawers may be looked upon differently than some but it was always with a cautioned eye that he had known these cousin of Gaia.(madison)
She laughs.."i wasnt knockin the dogs, i was knockin the stands" she smirks and shakes her head..."ever get a whiff of the people tending those places" she shakes her head.."only worse would be the city folk driving the cabs...yeesh"
(madison)
She glances to them both and looks at the sky...
something made her not want to be here right now
she was having issues in her own head, issues she was hardly able to fight off right now...a deep breath and she looks at James...
"Ya know, it was nice meeting you, and how good to know i have you at my service, ill remember that" she chuckles.."im usually around these parts, and always looking for another drummer" she chuckles..Eyes staying away from Gabe right now
fighting something ....truly fighting something"But right now, i have to go, i have something i have to do..."
um yeah, something really important, like get the fuck away from ehre before my head explodes
She had thought she had it beat, perhaps time in the umbra....
yeah thats it
umbra ...and she heads towards the trees....
(gabe)
He made as if he was going to say something to her but instead nodded gently and with a look it spoke all on its own that he needed to see her tonight so he would find her later.Turning his attention back to James the large irishmen smiled and in a thick accent spoke.
"Welcome James, we have yet to be properly introduced."
(james)
"Ooooh, that I'll have to agree with ya. Easier to smell them than the hotdogs."brows wiggled a bit, nodding an understood parting, but his attention turns back towards Gabe, a quick preponderance of scars brings quite a more musical lilt to his tones
"James Branson, Drums-on-Skulls to those back home and maybe herewithin, Cliath son of Griselle, daughter of Shakes-the-Bricks, daughter of Momma Ruggs. Sent from New York on a scouting mission."
chin dropping..... just barely.... but it's there
(gabe)
His demeanor changes easily once the youth is recognized to him."Welcome young Drums-on-Skulls, I am Gabriel Thunder Oak, Wyrmslayer. Athro Fiannan Elder, Galliard Moon Dancer, Teacher of the Young, Alpha of Gaia's Glory, Defender of this wood."
He pauses for a moment before continuing.
"I'll spare you the rest of the line as it really wouldn't have any meaning in this moment. Tell me why has the packs from New York come here to Scout? Especially a young Bone Gnawer as yourself?"
(james)
Houston, we have.... a welcome!
and the tophat tips again in a nod, easy smile returning"Thank ya sir..... and to be honest, we're not quite the Pack of New York, we're on the outskirts of the CIty, heard the barking chain speaking of some nastiness in the area, they sent me to see what I could find out if it were true or not...... sort've a learning experience, if ya will."
(gabe)
He nodded to the youth."Or its true all right..."
Twisting his body some he points at the long scar along his right side. More recent and still alittle touchy in some spots.
"We had 4 Spirals ambush this park. They were driven off but it was folly and a foolish thing which hath been done. One that shall not be repeated."
(james)
brows lift beneath that floppy brim, restraining a low whistle - it may be appropriate at home, but he's not sure about here, nodding
rather somberly, really"Understandable. Well..... I can send word home....."
lower lip nibbled a bit in breif thought
".... is.... there any way I can be of servic to ya?"
not exactly sure how much help a city dog is going to be in the woods, in a battle like this, he earned his rank by providing, not fighting, even if he can hold his own
just that those in the area (so far) have been so kind when he's recieved far worse receptions(arianna simone)
Typical, really, if you think about it. Young, hip, blond, dark eyed beauty - add leather and you'd have every kid who thinks she's a badass from sea to shining sea, which is why she prefers denim thank you. Dangerously low hiphuggers, and jacket, babydoll t underneath, hair pulled back in a ponytail, and sturdy hiking boots with messanger bag slung over her shoulders. She moves with liquid, confident grace down the trail, a toothpick rolled between her teeth lazily as head moves with the beat pouring through headphones from the diskman in her bag.(gabe)
"Many would believe that the children of the city, namely those who travel underfoot and without sight of them who can not see would be of no use to this cause. I say those are wrong to make persumption of such things. I thank you for your offer, but if yous truly seek to aide us in this fight, then I need eyes inside the city. I am far to long in the blood of my people to travel near the mortal members of this world. The Rage inside frightens those who would be sheep to the preditory wolf which I am. But I need to find the Hive of these dark bastards and weed them out so that a true hunt may be called.... That is where you would be most helpful to me... and to your pack."(arianna)
A slide to the left, a dodge under a treebranch - but voices ahead don't gather her attention, not yet, as she's lost in a world of her own little musical making. Dangerous - or confident - who's to say? Well trod trail makes for relatively easy going, hands tucking into her pockets as she continues on.(gabe)
Pausing he looks around the darkness of the wood. A low growl almost seeped up into his throat before he stops and smells the air deeply, in three short breaths. Softly, the music carries through the night on the winds of heightened senses and a familuarity of the place in which it stands out."We are not alone young cousin."
(james)
aha, well, that would be providing now wouldn't it
mellow as the Ahroun is, there's a hope that ignites beneath the carefully chosen words of the Galliard - though it doesn't surprise him, given historical inspiration - the boy that can't be far past his twentieth summer even as the autumn draws near straightens, a little"Well then..... there I think I can help you..... I don't stand out quite so much."
winked, again, few days shy of a Ragabash is he
attention drawn, slightly, to the steady cadence of boots on the path, but he doesn't let it show much, only enough for general 'okay, there is something coming' careful to give the Athro the respect deserved, tophat tilting to give a listen"I'd guess female.... by the sound of her steps....."
(gabe)
"Aye, the scent is definatly female. It is strange that one would be out this way in the middle of the night so deep in the wood. I'm not use to it unless you have great reason. As you did in trying to find others."
(james)
he's still getting used to this fresh air thing, and does what he can to scent the girl amidst the overwhelming pine sol freshness that's almost sticky compared to the smooth smokey streets back home
oh well, we adapt
we progress
and the urban primitive learnsbut his head shakes a bit, dreads a slow waltz on shoulders and upper chest
"Where I'm from, women don't walk the streets alone at night unless they're lookin' to be bought.... and I'd think there'd be a limited clientele out here."
invisable ears perking beneath the hat to the tribal rhythms breaking the trees with her
intrigued, indeed(gabe)
"Aye..."Crossing his arms once more as the large Irishman takes his gaze out over the treeline to the breaking trail to this part of the wood. The sounds of both boot and music lift off the earth and wind and tell tale of her entry.
(arianna)
Steps slow, then halt as she sees the two men sitting there - one a big-ass scottish looking bloke, the other... city boy? Well. Now she turns down the music with a reach behind her back, the other hand sliding to pull the headphones down to hang around her neck."Evenin."
Her voice is unaccented, soft, but carries perfectly as she pulls the toothpick from her mouth and tucks it in jeans pocket.
(james)
city boy indeed
fingers play along the heavy rebar drumsticks with her reach, a little more wary now that earlier, given the factoids Gabriel graced his ears with, tophat bobbing, nodding with an easy smile to her words, but he remains fairly silent
the young Gnawer letting the Athro take the lead?
you betcha.(gabe)
The large Irishmen stands there... the tribal glyphs tattoo'd on his shoulders, upper arms and across his back which she couldn't see right now. The teardrop shaped scar under his right eye, and the line of deep scars across his chest and down his side show marks of soemthing not normally something someone would recieve and live in most cases. His crystal blue eyes, piercing yet soft look to her as she moved toward them.
Deep irish accent as he speaks..."Evening Lass. What brings one so far as thee out this far into the wood at such an hour?"
(james)
it's not out of fear, but of respect, hanging slightly behind Gabriel's shoulder, watching the girl curiously with those brown eyes peering from beneath the floppy brim of the glyph stitched tophat
it's obvious who outranks who - not just by the scars, that's for sure
passing through
...... really(gabe)
An eyebrow raises as he is being scoffed at, even if it is just a bit. He hated having to play the formal games all day long but it was what it was... and either she didn't know the proper terms of greeting or was never trained by anyone. Either case it was too soon to tell without using the abilities and gifts of Gaia."Kin of your kin, or kin by blood association?"
(james)
curiosity may have killed the cat, but for the dog, it gets a bit of a chuckle, eyeing that inked glyph, but the boy with the dreadlocks lets the Athro keep the formal games going
not much of an effort, really
he'll speak when spoken to, at this point, always listening, always learning, keeping a keen eye on anything body posture may give away
even he knew the proper greeting(arianna)
And she just.. hates the formality. A sigh and slight roll of her eyes."Kin. Arianna Simone, daughter of Jared and Sharon 'Sings in blood' Simone of Georgia... I'm just kin so want me to go back farther? The past is the past - the present is I'm a streetkid who thought she'd play things at least partially correct and sooth the minds of the elders that I still know my place as rabble among the chosen. Close enough?"
An arched brow as she shows the Silver Fang glyph more clearly before returning jeans to pecarious hold on hips.
(gabe)
He smiles to her gently..."Take no offense little one. Your mark is clear and only needed you to prove its worth. I am Gabriel Thunder Oak, Wyrmslayer, Athro Fiannan Elder and you are welcome Kin of the Fang."
(james)
oooooh, the high and mighty big brother's half-daughter has come out to tromp in the gutters with us uncivilized rabble, Gaia forbid she get her boots dirty or hair unkempt, deal with the formality young'un cause it's your family that made it uphe doesn't say it out loud, per say, but there is a slight niggling little voice snidely whispering in the back of his mind, like a long lost memory straight outta Greatest Grandfather's mouth
any betrayal of his thoughts is covered with the easy smile
what's past is past, right?"James Branson, Drums-on-Skulls, Ahroun Bone Gnawer Cliath..... "
the last grinned with a shrug
(arianna)
Show's what he knows - she considers herself the rabble. But of course he covered it with that grin. She shrugs easily."None taken - just hate the formal bullshit I grew up with.. like who gave birth to you has one bittashit about who you are today. Specially for those of my not so noble birth."
Again the grin, with is almost.. catching.
"Nicetameetcha Gabriel, Jame. And I really was just passing through. Hoping to meet, not expectin to if ya know what I mean."
(james)
she's got the blood, she's got the mojo rising - a Fang is a Fang and Gnawer's memory long, especially when every Pup was taught First Legend
but yea, covered with a smile, like the thought wasn't even there at all
not so noble..... ha!"Nice ta meetcha too, Arianna.... but can't helpya there kid, most of your folks don't hang around mine."
or, if they do, it's a damn rare case
(arianna)
She chuckles and nods."So a littlebittafib. I don't have the superscent you"
Catches herself and doesn't add what she was gonna.
"do - so waited a bit to be sure you were what I figured ya were. Girl's gotta watch her back and all."
She takes note of the direction, and nods.
"I'll keep that in mind. Prefer the city, m'self... but making myself known to the higher ups let's them know where to find me when they need someone of my talents - or just a dry hump behind a tree."
Oh yeah - she knows her place. S'why she took off, sick of being used and abused by such glorious snobbish purebreeds.
(gabe)
"As much as mating with Kin is the lifes blood of our people, I don't take that which is not given purely and honestly. Just because you wear the mantle of authority does not mean you have the duty to misuse it. Nor do I believe just because you are what you are makes you any less of an advantage to the true cause... be you Kin, Walker, Gnawer, or Fang. We are All of Gaia and we all fight the fight in our own way. Go in peace little sister..."How many times has he been chastized for that little phrase at Elder meetings between the Tribes when pompous Fang, Lord and Get try to get one up on the other for whatever petty reason. Turning slowly to face James.
"Go in peace Cousin. If I have need or you find out anything be free to make yourself known."
With that said the Large Fianna moves off past them both into the grove of trees and off toward his own camp.
(james)
there's a slight nod"I will Cousin, I will search and return with what I find, you know my call in the air."
rebar drumsticks rattled, slightly, watching as the Elder moves away, then glancing back towards the Kin
"Heading towards the Lake or back to more familiar territory?"
(arianna)
She lifts a brow as he speaks, then nods with a grin."That's a refreshing view. I appreciate the welcome and if you've need of a streetkids perspective or talents - uh.. well I'll be around."
A grin as she watches him head away before turning to James and jerking and thumb back toward the city.
"More familiar - definately. Too much fresh air rots the brain."
Chuckles.
(james)
the grin playing over his lips is wry"You may not be so bad after all..... I'm not gonna be able to smell out a good meal for weeks with all this pine sol clogging my sinuses."
grinned, even teased, a final glance back towards Gabe's camp thereabouts and he's turned to head back from whence he came, readjusting the patchwork hat and straightening the tattered coat
"So what are those other talents you were talking about?"
curious, but there was no lude implication behind it
he's on a mission, and she just became a resource(arianna)
"Back atcha."Grins and adjusts her bag, making sure headphones are still around her neck before falling into step with him.
"little bitta that, little bitta this - you know how it is. Lockpicking, computers - both repair and hacking. Staying alive when half a pack has decided that at the tender age of 14 you've outlived your resourcefulness... Shit like that."
A nod to those drumsticks..
"And I'm gathering those are one of your talents..."
(james)
"Hacking, huh?"yep, definite resource, he doesn't even know how to turn a computer on save perhaps licking it, though nods with a chuckle
"Great way to earn some spare change now and then" not to mention channel the Rage "and the rebar makes a fabulous dent in someone's skull, too...."
mused, smiling, tossing a stick to catch it end over end in idle contemplation, and perhaps remembrance, seems his Deed name is quite apt
"Otherwise it's lockpicking, scrounging, persuading, convincing, surviving when half the Garou nation, the Wyrm, and a good lot of the humans think you outlived your resourcefulness in the Old World much less New."
flashing the grin again
amazingly, he's not bitter(arianna)
"Yup.. I'm not the best, but give me a year or three."Chuckles
"I can imagine. And I never really paid much attention what the rest of the nation wanted after hightailing it outa the situation I was in. Heard some rumors around about scuffles here and there so figured I'd oughta toss a hello this direction in case for some odd reason I was determined to be useful."
And she's... not exactly bitter, but not about to be shit on either.
(james)
there's a slow nod, gaze sliding over towards her"How'd you hear about the scuffles?"
(arianna)
"I keep my ears open, was in the right place in the right time to hear a bitta this and that. Nothing specific really, just rumors - but everyone knows the most fantastic is usually the most true."A shrug - she's got sources, but as any good informant, she keeps them to herself.
(james)
luckily, his resources? no one else can out-bribe or even understand
always a good thing
but he nods"Yea, know how that is..... I'm doing to do a little scouting for Gabriel, s'all, finding out what I can, where I can, from whom I can."
stepping through and around the trees, not exactly staying on a beaten path anymore, just following his own scent back towards a little back alley 'hotel' in the nearby city
(arianna)
A nod, and a glance at him, easily following his wandering lead.."Anything specific you want to point me in the direction of? The world wide web is a wonderful place for info if ya know where and how to look."
And she does...
(james)
again, that nod
she knows more than he on that count"Look for whatever stands out. Where we can begin pinpointing activity and narrow things a bit more than.... southward. I found a lovely newspaper repository..... I was planning on checking for interesting things in the backpages tonight before going to where I'm sleeping."
(arianna)
Nods, pulling her toothpick free and propping it between her lips again, rolling it with her tongue as she thinks a moment."No problem. have a friend who's let me set up at his place for now... I'll start sniffing around when I make it back that direction."
(james)
aha, civilization looms ahead, the welcome crackle of activity that blesses the city, he seems incredibly more relaxed now, even if the woods were relaxing, even foreign, the city is home"How will I contact you?"
(arianna)
A playful grin as she slings her bag around and digs for pen and paper, a number scrawled on it, before pen is tucked away again, bag slung around proper as she hands the scrap of paper to him."modern day conviences. s'my cell number."
(james)
tucking the paper into one of the many pockets, there's that nod again, all business, the almost Ragabash now, isn't he, but soon that familiar smile makes its way out into Luna's light once more"I'll make a mental note to keep enough change for a payphone then.... I'll call you in two days, then, and we'll see what each other has found."
(arianna)
tucking the paper into one of the many pockets, there's that nod again, all business, the almost Ragabash now, isn't he, but soon that familiar smile makes its way out into Luna's light once more"I'll make a mental note to keep enough change for a payphone then.... I'll call you in two days, then, and we'll see what each other has found."
Posted by james at September 14, 2002 12:00 AM
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