Whiskey had been in dance class and had gotten out about 9 ish and was now walking back toward her apartment. She was dressed in black spandex and a leotard that was a light grey in color her blonde hair was braided down her back. Pierceing blue eyes would glance around the empty park. Flat black ballet shoes carried her along the cement path along the edge of the wood. Her purple and black backpack swung over her shoulder with her ballet shoes,key and phone were within it.
Slowly looking up to see a bench up ahead as she would slowly make her way over toward it to take a seat to look up at the night sky wondering if there was something more out there for her then what she was living now.
Steven was passing through the park again. He wanted to make sure the beast hadn't returned at a later time to maim or kill others who wandered into the park. He had taken his shoes off, tying the laces together in a bow, and letting them dangle over a shoulder as his bare feet made rapturous communion with the ground below. He pullled his hair back from his face, and bound it in a no-snag hairtie. He barely had enough hair for this, but it worked, so he was content. His celadon colored eyes glided over the park, looking for signs of a disturbance. He encountered nothing out of the ordinary, other than the rent in the ground that had swallowed the shifter, and the small shards of stone buried in the mossy oak where he had met everyone last time.
He shuffled over, and put his hands on each shard, calling them to his hand. They slowly emerged one by one, and he used his affinity to mold them into small rocks, and dropped them on the ground. Satisfied that nobody else had been hurt, he wandered, and noticed a woman sitting alone on one of the park benches. He made his way near her, but far enough away not to alarm her. His path was going to carry his frame within her field of view, but past her. When he was within earshot, he called out to her.
"It's a bit dangerous for you to be alone at night in New Orleans, much less in an empty park. Would you like me to call a cab for you?" His voice rang with the tones of bedrock scraping together. He would make sure this woman was safe, and not become a victim like Zack.
Whiskey had been sitting there for a good long time just looking up at the stars her ankles crossed as she let her legs swing back and forth at a timely rhythm. Before she would glance around some seeing that no one has walked by nor heard anything that sound like a person even near by.
So letting them piercing blue look back up to the sky. But out of the corner of her eye she would see movement it was a man as he seem to be walking through the park in his bare feet. Before hearing him call out to her.
" Oh no, Sir. I'm fine actually I'm probably going to be a few more minutes. Since I don't live far from here. I was just enjoying the stars and moon this night. "
She would watch as the man stood there. Letting her head tilt to the side as she raised a brow.
" If you think I'm in any danger you can join me until I get ready to leave ? "
"Are you new to the city?" This would be one explanation of why she would be unconcerned about being alone. He made his way over to the bench, but stayed in the grass, easing his lean frame to an indian-style position. His cargo shorts revealed carefully toned calves, and his Nintendo logo shirt's faded threads were stretched across his chest. He was not barrel-chested, but the muscle was corded from years of physical endurance and training. The sleek muscles in his arms tensed as he leaned back on them in the soft turf.
"You won't attack me, will you? With mace, or a taser or something? I don't like being mugged. It makes me sad." He spoke with a slight suspicion, but calm. He knew more about mugging then people down here. New York was famous for it. And he knew how to avoid it anyways. But this young girl would be devoured in that big city, unless she had some sort of self-defense training.
"It's a nice night, though. I can't blame you for wanting to be out here. You can actually see some of the stars. If the city lights would dim, though, you'd be able to see so many more."
" No I'm not new to the city. I been here a few months. I'm going to school here. "
She would watch as he would make his way closer to her as he found a seat in the grass. Wondering why he did that. A shrug of her shoulders as she would laugh at his comment about her tasering or macing him.
" No I won't do that..unless you try to harm me .. plus I think you will have the upper hand anyway.."
She would smile lightly at him letting him think she had some self defense in that back pack of hers. Before letting her eyes drift back up toward the sky.
" Yes it is. And the city lights do make it hard to see them. But somtime when I'm not busy I go out to the edge of the city there a clearing there where I like to lay in the field and look at the stars "
"Me? I'm just a worn out store owner, walking barefoot in the park. I would probably sprain something if I tried to hurt you." He chuckled a bit, and sat forward. His hair had come a little loose, so he pulled the elastic band onto his wrist, and just shook his locks free. The brown strands didn't touch his shoulders yet. Once they did, he would probably go and donate his hair to Locks of Love.
"My last house in New Jersey, you couldn't even see Venus. The lights from New York City were just too bright, all the time. I'd love to make a trip out west someday, like Montana, and camp under the stars. I hear they look like thousands of diamonds scattered on black velvet. Which appeals to me, since I deal in jewelry." He wouldn't tell her that his 'last house' is still his home, and he was in town until he had whatever problem he was called here for figured out.
" I don't think you would sprain anything ...You look to fit to hurt yourself. "
Whiskey would let a yawn escape her lips. Raising a hand to cover her mouth as she did this. Noticing that he said last house. She raise a brow some wondering why he was out here.
" So you sell jewerly? That must be a very interesting job. And I bet you make a pretty penny to doing that ? "
Slowly moving within the seat some since her butt was going numb. So she would stand infront of the bench stretching her arms above her head before looking toward him .
He just let a slight grin slide into place on his features. "I do fairly well for myself. I really can't complain. And it's just something to keep me busy. Idle hands are the devil's playground, they say."
He pulled two small stones from his pocket, and rolled them around in his palm. He was getting tired, but the ground felt so good beneath him. It rejuvenated him enough that he would be able to make it to his condo and then fall into bed quite easily. He wished he had a drink, though. "You don't happen to have some water, or anything, do you? I'm kind of parched. If not, we could walk to where I saw a water fountain."
He didn't know when this girl was plannign on going home, so he may as well make the best of it. That was right about the time she stood up, and he noticed her shoes. "Those look mighty thin for a walk in a park. The sole is practically non-existant."
" Well that is good to hear ..there are a lot of people that aren't in these times now a days. Yes sometimes if you don'y keep busy your hands might do something you don't want them too "
Whiskey let a smile slide over her lips giving him a slide glance. When he had asked her about something to drink she would give a nod in his direction .Then would began diggin in her back pack as she pulled out a bottle water that hadn't even been open just yet. Handing it to him.
" Here you go..I haven't open it up. "
She look down at her shoes as her brow furrow at his mention of her shoes. Then would look up to him .
" Oh that is because there not really for walking. They are pretty much for dress up and to run to a store or something. There called ballet shoes. There pretty comfortable "
She would turn around to zip up her backpack then would realize she did even ask him his name. Which was rude and silly of her. Extending her hand to him as she spoke.
" I'm sorry I didn't introducted myself. My name is Whiskey. "
Steven took the water bottle, cracked the seal, and tipped it back against his lips. The water was still cool, and sloshed into his mouth with an oasis of hydration. He screwed the cap back on, and set the bottle between his ankles. He listened to her answer about the shoes, and then she offered her name, and her hand.
He held it for a moment, and spoke. "Pleasure to meet you, Whiskey. I'm Steven. so, ballet shoes? Are you a ballerina?" He released her hand, and leaned back down to the grass. If she was, then she could probably outrun normal danger that would be in the park. But against that creature from the other night? She'd be dinner.
Whiskey would watch as he took the bottle from her hand. Then twist the lid to break the seal and then swallow some of that clear liquid within the bottle before placing it between his ankles.
Whiskey would give him a warm smile as he took her hand when she offer her name. Letting her hand linger within his before givin him a nod of her head.
" Pleasure is actually all mine Steven. Yes ballet shoe. And actually I am a ballerina. I just came from class not to far from here "
Well you never know she might be able to outrun danger if she was scared enough to get a boost. Slowly raising her hand to take the hairtie from the end of her braid to let her fingers brush out the braid some .
