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Sierra Roen: Just past dusk, the scenic little eateries and beer gardens that pepper the shore alongside the Delaware River are mostly empty, if not for the hour, then the threatening gloom of the weather. It's not raining, but the temperature has dropped a degree or two and the humidity has risen. That's what Sierra smells, anyway, when she wrinkles her nose and pitches back in her seat, crossing one leg over the other and stretching an arm out along the stone bench, reaching just to feel her muscles elongate and whine at her.
She looks back at the River, nearly alone here, as the weather has chased away most of the would-be park patrons who would otherwise be here, enjoying the wraparound, panoramic view. Dressed mostly in dark clothes befitting any proper northeasterner in the winter, Sierra is not particularly dressed to stand out, her jacket across her lap while she contemplates the view in contented silence.
Fiadh MacKenna: Fiadh is a tiny, short little sprite of a woman, walking cheerfully in a long peasant skirt with a bright blue fuzzy sweater that matches her eyes. She has a messenger bag slung over one shoulder, full of oddly shaped items from the look of it. Those big blue eyes are just a little bit more dilated than normal, and there's a particular bounce to her steps, and she seems to be accompanied by a rather tall and intimidating man who seems to have been conscripted into carrying a canvas and an easel.
Darren Lynch: Beside her, with no specific expression about the task, was Darren, carrying the easel over his shoulder and a canvas in the other hand. A cigarette rests between his lips, which part ever so often to let smoke escape.
Wearing a black jacket over slacks and boots, a form fitted tshirt beneath it, and for those that would notice such things, he was carrying two guns in holsters under his arms. Black hair was brushed wet to the side and air dried above piercing green eyes that stood out against the rest of his features by a mile.
"Pick a spot or I'm setting all this down righ' 'ere." he warned his short companion. Well... short in comparison to his 6'4 frame.
Jacob Caulfield: Among those scant few wandering through the park was one well-built gentleman in jeans, boots and a t-shirt under a well-worn leather jacket, hands in his pockets as dark eyes took in the place along the way. The pair hauling the easel caught Jacob's attention, making his pace slow as he watched them curiously for a moment.
Fiadh MacKenna: Fiadh laughs, looking up at Darren. "Just a little longer, Cash luv, over there near the water." The woman's accent is decidedly Irish, her voice full of warmth and affection, and no small bit of mischief. "Look there, a bench and ever'thin. Even a few smokers so you can socialize. I know how much ye love that." She grins, angling towards the bench. As she looks around she spots Jacob and gives him a cheeky grin and a nod in greeting.
Darren Lynch: Darren moved forward at Fiadh's direction, setting down the easel where she wanted it and finally claiming the cigarette from his lips that was near enough to burn him, in the knick of time. Exhaling and standing straight as he'd drop the rest of her items on the bench and look to the others who'd found themselves inspired to venture into the cool night air themselves. He pinched off the smoke, wandering closer to the garbage, readying to light a fresh one as Fi got her things set up.
Jacob Caulfield: Jacob smiled in return to Fiadh's grin, giving a small salute back. He continued towards the bench himself, a note of curiosity clear in his features. "Evening."
Fiadh MacKenna: Fiadh looks up at Jacob as he approaches and gives him a bright smile. "Hello!" She starts to set up the easel, then the canvas. She looks back at Jacob after a moment. "I hope the evening is treating you well?"
Darren Lynch: Darren didn't look nearly as friendly, though as one would learn that was just his face's natural resting position. He exhaled smoke at the sky while piercing green eyes studied Jacob, lips pursing gently after. "Evening," he said, his voice quiet and calm.
Jacob Caulfield: "Going pretty well, all told. Getting a bit of fresh air and whatnot." He looked between the pair, eyebrow arched a touch. "I can keep rolling on if I'm interrupting, though."(edited)
Fiadh MacKenna: "Oh no, not at all. I love making new friends. Perhaps, if we're lucky, Cash might actually say a complete sentence!" She holds her hand out to Jacob. "My name is Fiadh." Pronounced Fee-ah.(edited)
Darren Lynch: After a moment of study, the tall man seemed to ease, glancing at Fiadh as she invited anyone right in. Her invitation seemed to stand and he didn't argue, letting the man talk with her, as surely he'd come to do. He moved over to the bench then, though didn't take a seat quite yet.
Jacob Caulfield: Jacob took the offered hand and gave it a firm shake. "Jacob. Good to meet you." He then offered his hand to Darren, if only to be polite.
Fiadh MacKenna: "The pleasure's all mine, I'm sure. So, Jacob, what brings you out tonight?" She glances over at Darren, giving him a look that clearly says 'be nice'.
Darren Lynch: Darren shook the man's hand, the bit of his coat cuff pulling up to reveal tattoos on his hands and wrist, with partially visible symbols of Blood Talons. "Darren Lynch." His handshake was neither firm nor weak and seemed to have nothing to say by it.
Jacob Caulfield: Jacob's eyebrow arched a touch at the glimpse of the tribal markings, a note of recognition and curiosity on his features as he looked Darren over anew. "Getting to know the place, mostly. Moved into town a few months ago."
Fiadh MacKenna: Fi had been watching Jacob, and catches that flash of recognition, then glances over at Darren for a moment. She then looks back at Jacob. "What brings yeh to our lovely little city?"
Darren Lynch: There's a tiny subtle shake of his head, as if to say here wasn't the place to discuss the tattoos, and likely why he'd been so defensive to start until he realized that Jacob wasn't Pure. A silent understanding was made while Fi was focused on her art and once it was set, he seemed to ease a touch.
Jacob Caulfield: Jacob gave Darren a small nod in return along with a brief 'can talk later' look before turning back to Fiadh. "My brother moved up here a few years back and needed a hand with some things, and I decided to stay after a while. Little change of scenery, all that."
Fiadh MacKenna: There's a slight eyeroll at Darren's headshake, then she smiles brightly at Jacob. "That's good, coming to help family. Family is everything, don't you think?"
Darren Lynch: Darren shot her a look of not now Fi and took a seat on the bench. "What are you planning on painting?"
Fiadh MacKenna: She grins at Darren. "I'd say you, but my canvas isn't long enough."
Jacob Caulfield: He smirked a touch at the back and forth between the pair, nodding to Fiadh. "It is, yeah. We were close growing up, so when he said he needed help I didn't hesitate to come up."
Fiadh MacKenna: "Ah, me Da and Cash's uncle are right good friends, so I took it upon myself to make sure he's got at least something of a social life now that he's here in the States."
Darren Lynch: Darren didn't seem to care what Fi was saying on his behalf. He was fine without being horribly social. "She likes to run my public relations."
Jacob Caulfield: "Gotcha. What sort of work do you do, then?"
Fiadh MacKenna: She chuckles and nods her head towards the blank canvas. "I'm an artist."
Darren Lynch: "Family business," he waved it off with his cigarette. "Though tonight - security detail for this one 'ere," jutting a thumb towards Fiadh.
Jacob Caulfield: "Fair enough. I'm a firefighter myself."
Fiadh MacKenna: "The mischievous part of me wants to make a joke about a calendar, but I'll be a good girl this evening to preserve Cash's dignity." She grins playfully.
Darren Lynch: He looked over to Fi at that, unsure what she meant by it. He took a deep pull of his smoke and exhaled slowly. "Where'd you come from then, Jacob?"
Jacob Caulfield: "I have done a couple of those, actually." Jacob replied with a smirk before looking to Darren. "Houston."
Darren Lynch: He squints, remembering. "Texas that is?" nodding. "Suspect it's warmer there," apparently not a big fan of the cold.
Jacob Caulfield: "Mmhmm, and usually. Don't mind the cold up here so much myself, though."
Darren Lynch: "I suspect the summers are a little less 'arsh. How long you been fightin' fires?"
Fiadh MacKenna: She seems delighted at the comment about calendars, and listens to the boys talk for a bit. "But where is your cowboy hat and southern accent?"
Jacob Caulfield: "Going on twenty years, just about. Got into it after I finished high school. As for the accent, I reign it back some for the most part. The hat's at home, though." The last bit was said with a small smirk towards Fiadh, with no sign of annoyance at the question from the Ithaeur.
Darren Lynch: His head shook gently at Fi's flirtations just as his phone rang. He stood and took it, "Excuse me," walking a bit away to talk. He didn't look off them too much but he left Fi with the other man for the time being.
Fiadh MacKenna: "So, Jacob...do ye like to play billiards?" She nods her head back towards Darren on the phone. "Cash is horrible at it and refuses to play with me anymore."
Jacob Caulfield: "I play sometimes, yeah. Haven't found a good spot for it in town yet, though."
Fiadh MacKenna: "Perhaps you'll be brave enough to play with me sometime?" She grins. "With a little wager, I think."
Jacob Caulfield: "Think I'd be willing." Jacob replied with a smile of his own. "What sort of wager, you thinking?"
Fiadh MacKenna: "Hmm. Money's boring, we'll have to think of something a little more interesting. Any thoughts?"
Joy Hamidi: Along the path comes along a tiny woman, barely 4'6" with streaks of green hair and green eyes. She's wearing a pair of jeans, running shoes and has hoodie with a Pokemon Grass type hoodie in the front. She seems focused on her phone as she wanders the area slowly. "Oh come on, fucking stay in the ball for fuck's sake..." she mumbles under her breath.
Jacob Caulfield: Jacob paused, sparing Joy a brief look as he mulled. "Hmm...good question. Will have to think on it."
Fiadh MacKenna: Fiadh glances over at the tiny woman and grins. "Someone shorter than me!" She looks back at Jacob. "If I win, I get to paint you. I'll let you pick what you want if you win."
Joy Hamidi: Joy rolls her eyes at the comment on her height, clearly not the first time that happens. A few more seconds of focusing on her phone. "Good, finally." she closes the app, probably pokemon go, then set her phone back in her pocket. "Win wha... oh." she realize she's not the one who's being talked to.
Fiadh MacKenna: Fi looks over at the other woman and smiles brightly, giving her a wave. When she speaks, her accent is strongly Irish, and eternally cheerful. "Which Pokemon did you catch?"
Jacob Caulfield: "I can cook for you, maybe? I make a mean chili." Jacob turned towards Joy as well, giving the Lost a quick salute. "Evening."
Joy Hamidi: "Staryu." She answers, looking over to Jacob and nod faintly to him, returning the greeting. "What kind of contest are you working on? Painting stuff?" she points to the nearby paraphernalia.
Fiadh MacKenna: "Oh, I was going to just paint whatever caught me fancy, but I ended up making a new friend. Maybe two new friends?" She smiles brightly. "I'm Fiadh." She pronounces it Fee-ah.
Jacob Caulfield: "Jacob. Good meeting you."
Joy Hamidi: "I'm Joy." Spoken with a bit of an ironic neutral, almost deadpan tone. "Good to meet you Jacob and Fiadh." a beat after getting the name wrong. "Fee-ah." she does get it right the second time.
Fiadh MacKenna: "My friends call me Fi. Pleasure to meet you, Joy."
Jacob Caulfield: The mix of name and tone did earn a small smirk from the Ithaeur, if only for a moment. "Never got into that game, I'll admit." He motioned briefly to where Joy had tucked her phone. "My younger siblings were more into it than I was."
Joy Hamidi: "The mobile thing is fun when you have to go from place to place, but I prefer the handheld games." She comments to Jacob's statement. Then looks to Fiadh. "I can't really shorten my name, it'd just be sad." deadpan, or maybe even dadpan.
Fiadh MacKenna: "Ah, luv, your name is too pretty to shorten." She tilts her head to one side. "I wonder how painting a pokemon would go...perhaps go a more realistic angle."
Jacob Caulfield: "I'd wager there's folks that would be interested." Jacob offered a small shrug. "Worth trying, at any rate."
Joy Hamidi: "Lots of realistic look for Pokemon fanart. Most of it turn them pretty badass or really, really creepy." She comment on that, rolling her shoulder.
Jacob Caulfield: "Can imagine. A little bit of leatherworking's the most crafting I've ever done, personally."
Fiadh MacKenna: "A lot of my paintings incorporate the Fair Folk. Me old Gram would tell me all the stories, you see. The brownies, the leprechauns, the Seelie and Unseelie. I take a lot o' inspiration from her old tales."
Joy Hamidi: "Pokemon typically take their inspiration with Yokais, not all of them, but a few." Joy says with a bit nod. "I'm not a very handy person, more of a nerd typically."
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