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Drifting
Dramatis Personae Mirror, Remy	2013-03-10 '
Location <NYC> Tompkins Square Park - East Village
Small but popular, this tree-lined park is a perfect centerpiece to the eclectic neighborhood it resides in. Home to a number of playgrounds and courts from handball to basketball, it also houses a dog park and chess tables, providing excellent space for people watching -- especially during its frequent and often eccentric festivals, from Wigstock to its yearly Allen Ginsberg tribute Howl festival. Sunny and mild, today, and a weekend to boot means the park teems with life. There are basketball games going on on the courts, children swarming over the playground equipment, the playful yaps and growls of dogs in the dog park. Amidst all this energy one young woman is quite sedate, drifting slowly through the park with a sort of aimless wander. She is plainly dressed, in a pair of jeans splattered with a good deal of paint and a maroon v-necked t-shirt, a black corduroy jacket over top; not cut for a woman but cut slightly on the small side for her, these clothes hug her curves snugly. Her dark hair is poofed up in a short-cropped afro of sleek black curls that frame her dark face neatly. She watches the park with a curiosity that seems as aimless as her steps, gaze skipping in slow drift from one cluster of people to the next. In one spot, she stops to consider a pretzel cart with a thoughtful furrow of brow. Remy is just stepping away from said cart when he spots the woman, a slight smile turning up the cornor of his mouth as he walks casually in her general direction. "Yah okay chere, yah look a lil, lost." he says in a soft Cajun accent... "Do I?" The woman's voice is husky-deep, her words precisely enunciated, and it takes a moment for her to glance away from the cart to the man walking towards her. "I don't /feel/ a little lost. Are those pretzels good?" Remy considers, looking at the untouched pretzel and gently tears off a chunk, offering it to her with a smile, "Best way ta find out, non?" he asks with a grin, looking at her a bit curiously as if trying to decide what is off about her. The woman considers this pretzel chunk for a long moment before taking it in a delicate pinch of slender fingers. The smile she offers Remy in return is small in answer to his grin, her dark eyes looking up at him searchingly. "Perhaps," she allows, "though possibly taking food from strangers isn't the most prudent -- life choice." Still, she eyes the pretzel in her fingers, lifting it to her mouth to take small delicate nibbles. "But I was curious as to /your/ opinion." Remy grins a little bit, "Takin' Candy from strangers maybe, but dis ain't candy, non?" he asks in an amused tone, shrugging a bit. "Ah like dem. Less messy den a hot dog and 'it's de spot if yah wan' somet'ing salty,,, "It does," Mirror agrees carefully, her smile curling a little wider, "hit the spot. It's not exactly candy, no. Just --" She eyes it, eyes the stand, eyes Remy. "Junk food," she pronounces. "But that's good, right? Sometimes. A little indulgence." Remy chuckles a little. "Ah suppose so, It's really no more junk food den White Bread.." he says and then makes a face, looking at the Pretzel and adding. "Ah t'ink..." then shakes his head and offers his hand "Mah name's Remy." "White bread /is/ junk food," Mirror proclaims, quietly amused as she reaches to take the offered hand. Her touch comes with a brief moment of confusion, a strange mental fogginess that dissipates as soon as she releases Remy's hand. "Scramble," she says, easily. "But as I said. Some days are for indulgence. Do you live around here?" Remy smirks a little bit, "Ah keep an Apartment in de city, What about yahself." not wanting to get into an arguement about the healthyness of white bread... mostly because he has no clue if she is right. "I do not. Keep an apartment." Mirror tugs her jacket carefully closed, buttoning it up slowly with one hand. The other pops the rest of the pretzel chunk in her mouth, apparently deeming it good enough to finish. "I am new to the city. I might get an apartment. If I stay." Remy raises an eyebrow at that, "Well where yah staying in de mean time chere?" he asks curiously, walking with her slowly through the park, obviously curious... "Nearby." Mirror drifts still only at her slow casual pace. Ambling. Looking around, soaking in the people as much as she is soaking up the mild not-quite-spring sun. "Are you from here? Do you like the city? I feel like it has --" Her face turns upwards, towards the sky. "Many indulgences." Remy laughs a little, "It does got dat dats foh sure." he says eating another bite of pretzel. "But non, Remy from down south. Nawlins." he says with a grin titing his head. "Ah'm supprised de accent not give it away." "Ah. Your diction. Yes." Mirror says this with a faint press of lips. Not really a smile. "Do people usually speak about themselves in the third person down there?" She's stopped, to look up at Remy with a curious expression, the faintest of smiles on her lips. Remy laughs a little bit at that too, and is that almost a blush? He grins "Non, not really. Ah can' say where it was dat Ah picked up dat 'abbit." he says with a chuckle. "Course yah got an odd way of talkin' too, non? "Do I?" Mirror's eyebrows raise, her smile amused. "Nobody has told me. I hear this city is full of odd people, though. Perhaps here I'm normal. Perhaps here we both are." He shrugs dat's fair enough Ah suppose... It just.." but at that momment his cellphone rings and he pulls it out, holding up one finger. "LeBeau? Yes Michael. WHAT?! 'Ave yah lost yah mind? Non, non Ah be right dare.." he hangs up and shakes his head. "Emergency... Mirror's head tips in a slight nod. "Good day. Remy." That's all. She's drifting back away as quietly thoughtful as she drifted in, lost in the warm near-spring afternoon.