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[ghostling]

Date & Time: 1/4; afternoon
Location: Around the Hold
Characters: Ghost and ANYONE
Summary: Ghost is out and about, mostly sulking and trying to avoid people.
Warnings: Uh, depends on who shows up?

[Since the whole deal with Koltira, Ghost has mostly been holed up in her room. She's barely left it. But even she gets a little stir-crazy so she decided to go for a walk. A task easier said than done given the damaged state of her helmet. With it no longer functioning properly she couldn't wear it. Not wearing it means people will know what she looks like. What she sounds like.

That definitely leaves the Network out of question. At least in person she can give a false name. There's only two people, aside from maybe her roommates, that know what she really looks and sounds like.

She's completely bundled up, arms and hands completely covered. Her face mostly hidden behind a scarf and the shadow of her hood. It would have to do. Although the faint glow of her eyes wasn't hard to miss.

For the most part she's just out trying to get some "fresh" air while avoiding as many people as possible. Although avoiding people isn't easy. Eventually she settles down on a bench in what she assumes passes for a park. At least the pastime of people watching never goes out of style.]

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[vaudevil]

[Treadmills aren't really Lee's thing. He prefers scenery and a change of it. Miserable weather or not, it was out and away from the Hold where he takes his jogs. A mile into his run, he sees the park and a familiar feeling comes over him. He knows this person.

He slows his run into a light jog and makes his approach.]

Oh, there you are. I've been wondering where you have been hiding. I hadn't seen you around lately. Is everything okay?

[He's accustomed to her habits so the helmet isn't in question yet.]

Or are you being a bit antisocial?

[He smirks and takes a seat next to her.]

[ghostling]

[Ghost smiles behind the scarf covering face as Lee settles beside her.]

M'always antisocial. [She's completely ignoring the question about everything being okay, unless he pushes it.]

[vaudevil]

[He chuckles. While it's true he's been a bit unsociable himself with work to be done but there's always time for a friend or two...in more ways than one.]

I thought you would say that.

[He leans forward slightly so he could keep his gaze on Ghost.]

I suppose some things are constant, but why are you hiding your beautiful face? It's just us.

[ghostling]

[Why does he have to say things like that? She looks away then around.]

Ain' jus' us here.

[But the fact remains there's one else around to recognize her. And that's not something she can argue, not that it'll stop her.]

You're jus' bein' a flatterer anyway.

[vaudevil]

Am I? I thought I was being sincere at the masquerade. You don't need to keep wearing it.

[He looks around for a brief moment and then back to Ghost as he leans back some.]

I don't flatter and I certainly don't use flattery for any gain. I speak the truth and if I happen to like what I see, I say it.

[He leans his head back with a sigh.]

There are so many here that cannot accept their beauty. What is so hard with saying thank you?

[ghostling]

[She gives a soft sigh and pulls her scarf down from around her face. She cringes a bit at the loss of warmth.]

Maybe they're jus' used t' hearin' that they're a freak or bein' treated like they're diseased.

[vaudevil]

But you're not. I don't think the Initiative would take in lepers.

[He smiles a bit with her compliance but he's still waiting for those two words. He shrugs with a soft laugh.]

Besides, no one is a bigger freak than me. Seriously, the problems faced here is that not many are told the positive side of matters. They hear a lot of the negative which can affect the way they see themselves. But what do I know. I'm a scientist, more specifically, an engineer.

[strategic_guile]

[Woman sitting alone bundle up on a bench? And with glowing eyes? Hah. That doesn't deter Blaine from wandering over and sitting on the bench with a comfortable amount of distance between them. It helps that there aren't any other benches around to make his proximity totally unnecessary.

He has on jeans, boots, a coat and a scarf but no hat. It's cold, but it doesn't bother him as much as it does her, apparently. Under his arm is a thermos that he pulls out.]

Want something warm to drink?

[ghostling]

[The cold doesn't actually bother her that much. Why should it when she can't get sick? But hey, if that's what people think then that works for her.

She turns her head slowly and eyes him for a moment before shaking her head. Drinks from random strangers are never a good idea.]

[strategic_guile]

[You figure it might, when someone bundles up so completely. He doesn't know she wants to hide her face, so he comes to the next logical conclusion. It's cold as hell outside.

The slow head turn with the glowing eyes are a bit disconcerting, but he doesn't flinch or show any outwards signs that it bothers him. Instead he continues to undo the top and pour some steaming coffee into it. Coffee and what passed for bourbon. He smiles as he takes a sip.]

I didn't poison it.

[ghostling]

[Anything alcoholic might as well be poison to her. Mind altering substances lead to her being unable to keep her arms in existence and then well...things get awkward.]

An' m'supposed to trust the words of a complete stranger? [She's trying to keep the accent out of her voice but it's hard.]

[strategic_guile]

[Ahh, warmth from the inside and going down. Cold days and hot liquids were the best. He let out a content sigh.]

I hope we won't stay complete strangers, even if you don't trust my offerings.

[He offers a lip quirk.] I'm Blaine.

[ghostling]

Maybe I got allergies. [Perfectly legitimate excuse.

And crap...names. Which to give? Which to give?]

Ciara.

[lovesgod]

Lucifer likes the park, as much as he likes any other place here that isn't far enough from humanity that he can't smell them reeking on the wind. It's a pathetic attempt (like most pathetic attempts) for humans to capture something they've destroyed, like this will make it all better, or something. Like this mile-long stretch of land makes up for mutated deer and the blowing sand where there was once life.

But enough moody sulking. Instead the garden would have to do, and perhaps some fair judging of those walking around. His eye caught, though, on a woman across the way from him bundled to the core, aside from two glowing eyes. It was enough to quirk his curiosity. He pulled a flower from nowhere and meandered over, offering it to her with a grin on his face. If Ghost has any kind of mojo-sense, he is divine and potentially bad news. Very bad news.

"This seat taken?"

[ghostling]

Ghost felt something off before she ever looked up at him. She couldn't tell exactly what it was but something was off about the energy he put off. For a few moments she sat stunned and confused before finally looking up at him. Her brow was knitted, eyes slightly narrowed as if she was trying to see what exactly it was that was wrong. But she couldn't.

"It ain'," she said as a gloved hand motioned to the empty part of the bench beside her.

It was then that the flower caught her attention. With a somewhat confused look she took it.

[lovesgod]

It was an interesting reaction, that was for sure. He usually got those around here, especially given that there were plenty who could sense a little more abou him than your average human being. Basically what he would have expected of a woman with glowing eyes, though. He sat down there, kicking his legs out in front of him and sticking his hands in his pockets. This was a good spot for people-watching.

Watching her study the flower in confusion, a grin quirked at the corner of his lip. "They don't have flowers where you come from?"

[ghostling]

Ghost looked from the flower to the man beside her. For a moment she continued to stare at him, hoping she'd see something that explained why he felt so strange. But alas, nothing was showing itself.

"Ain' that...jus' well it's strange gettin' one from someone."

[lovesgod]

"Well, where I come from, sometimes people offer small gifts as peace offerings." He offered her a sly type of grin. "Like, say you see a particular piece of bench real estate that looks good for people-watching, but there's already a lady taking up half the bench. So, you have to give her something to show that you don't mean her any harm, and sort of as trade for the bench he'd like to sit on."

He looked down at the bench under them. "Hypothetically, at least."

[ghostling]

"It was unnecessary an' unexpected." Not that she didn't like the flower. It was a surprised to see one this time of year and in this place.

"But I gotta ask where y'got it. Ain' seen a flower one since arriving."

[undroppedeaves]

[Sam was also out and about, now that the wights were gone he was slowly getting used to his surroundings. The constant rain was a little off putting but still he decided to walk a little, musing all the while that Cailan was right, this place could do with something alive.

He wondered if anything would even grow here, and was lost in that thought when he saw the bundled up hooded figure on the bench. He watched her warily.]

[ghostling]

[At first Sam goes unnoticed but eventually Ghosts realizes he's staring at her. For a few moments she stares back, her glowing eyes are noticeable at a distances but near as much so.

After a few moments of staring back at him she turns her attention away, looking around anyone else that's around. If she were the type to abuse her powers she would have vanished then reappeared beside him. But she's not that kind of person.]

[undroppedeaves]

[Them glowing eyes were a bit disconcerting and Sam watched her warily for a moment before deciding that even suspicion was no reason to be rude.] Good day.

[ghostling]

[Her attentions snaps back to Sam upon hearing his greeting. She gives a little nod.]

If y'consider rain an' cold good.

[undroppedeaves]

Well it seems to be the only option here, and saying 'bad day' just strikes me as a gloomy greeting to give someone, if you follow me miss.

[ghostling]

Suppose that's true. [She eyes him, it wasn't until he got closer that she realized how small he is and she finds that rather strange.

In any case, gloved hand motions to the empty bench beside her as an invite to sit.]