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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.]

[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?

[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?"

[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.]