Territory, sheesh.
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flint_garouNext time she gives me a hard time, she can give someone else a hard time. Respect territory, anyone?
27 March, 2012
The moon is in the waxing Crescent (Theurge) Moon phase (34% full).
Early evening finds Flint in the lobby of the tenement building, having taken over a security shift for the last several hours of evening. The teen is folded onto the couch where he can keep an eye on the monitors, with a cup of coffee and a box of pizza set on the coffee table, and humming to himself.
April has heard of where the glass walkers call home and has been curious about finding it and exploring a little. With the spirits and bawn all going haywire, she has found herself in the city the past couple days and now has managed to find her way to the tenement where frowns as she comes upon door in. "Paranoid much?" she mutters to herself. Looking about, she finds and presses the buzzer.
Flint pushes himself up from the couch, piece of pizza set down on a paper plate and then the Galliard crosses the lobby, coming into April's field of vision as he opens the door to let her in, stepping aside and holding the door. "Heya," he offers, quietly.
April pauses a moment as the lad opens the door before stepping inside. "Hey, treeclimber." she greets back with a smile. "Paranoid much? I've been wondering about this place."
Flint waits and closes the door behind her, then nods acknowledgement before he crosses to flop back onto the couch. "If we didn't have the security and such, then there'd go the place being Veil-safe, April-rhya," he responds, reclaiming his piece of pizza. "So." Pause. "Pizza?"
"Sounds delicious." April answers as she moves to retrieve a piece. "Well, didn't say there was anything wrong with having the security. was just trying to give you a hard time."
Flint spends a good moment chomping on his pizza slice—or maybe inhaling it, given the speed with which he eats—before he grins at April. "'Sokay," the boy says, leaning on the arm of the couch and folding his knees up to his chest, slightly.
April continues to take a moment to glance about the lobby. Her pizza occasionally nibbled on. "So, what's so special about living here outside of the security that is more exciting than the bawn?"
Flint shrugs his shoulders, looking over at April. "Dunno, April-rhya," he offers in response. "I'm urrah," he admits, "my answer probably. It wouldn't be valid, for you. When I was out at… at Edgewood, I didn't sleep as well, and. It was too quiet."
April shrugs her shoulders, only about halfway done with her slice of pizza. "well, not all of us are set to be in the city or in the forest." She looks back to Flint. "Mouse still away? I was wondering what she would think about what has happened out at the bawn."
Flint nods. "She's still away. I. Left her a voicemail, and emailed, after the stampede thing happened, but." Then, Flint's taken up his cup of coffee again, a long sip to wash down the pizza. "Anyway—" a tinny rendition of the Star Wars Imperial March interrupts the boy's talking, and he's pushing himself to his feet. "Sorry, April-rhya," he offers, excusing himself to the phone call. "Careful when you leave," is the additional caution for the Fury. "And have as much. Pizza, as much as you want. It's for everyone." Then, the teen's disappeared into the downstairs office, door shut behind him.
Despite, however, the caution about when she leaves, Flint emerges from the office about ten minutes later. Apparently whatever it was didn't take nearly as long as he'd expected, because the young Galliard has a bit of a sheepish expression on his face as he closes the door behind him.
April has taken up position upon the couch that the lad had vacated earlier, in her hand another slice of pizza is nearly gone. "Not much on hospitality, tree climber. You let me in, then abandon me. What is a Fury to think?"
Flint makes an almost exaggerated face of apology as he moves back over onto the couch. "Sorry, April-rhya. It. It was important," Flint explains. "Should be. Taken care of now, though, I just needed to answer a question for Eden."
April shrugs her shoulders, "Doesn't matter to me. Now though, you'll just have to wonder about what I've done since you've been gone and how you might avoid something embarrassing." she replies. She smiles sweetly towards the lad.
Flint sticks his tongue out at April, and unobtrusively points out to the screen that's got the various security feeds. "You know one've those shows th' lobby right?" he asks, with a faint half smile.
April smiles still at the lad. "So? I'm a Theurge, you don't think I couldn't talk to a kind spirit to play with the wiring for a little while, while I do what I want?"
Flint just chuckles. "I think Mouse-rhya's made. Made sure most've the spirits around here aren' particularly inclined to, um. Do that," the Galliard responds. "But, whatever. Anyway."
April shrugs her shoulders. Her eyes look about the lobby once more. "So, just what do you walkers do in here all the time. I heard something about that big game earlier this year, that you guys had a party or something. Looks kind of drab in here, if you ask me. No offense."
"The party was, that's over at the old library," is said, with a half-raised eyebrow. "Superbowl, I think? Not us. Gnawers. Kaz-rhya and Lefty-rhya and. Though lot of. I know, um, Mouse-rhya and Salem-rhya and folks all went. I didn't, though."
April ohs quietly as she nods her head. "I see." She eyes the lad closely. "So then what do you guys do here? Or is this place just to keep you all inside and out of trouble?"
Flint sits up a little bit straighter and reaches—not quite falling off of the couch in the process—to grab another pice of pizza. It's quite likely that had April not shown up, the teen could have finished the entire pizza mostly by himself. "We live here. Cubs live here, and. It's somewhere so that. So we have somewhere veil-safe, in the city. I mean, we go out, you know?" The galliard smiles. "I spent, I was over at the lumberyard a lot of today, and then the junkyard."
April furrows her brows a little bit. "Doesn't sound very fun. But tell me, can you tell if the spirits around here and there are acting alright? Nothing weird going on or anything?"
The Glass Walker brings one hand up to his brow. "I haven't been on. I'm a galliard, not a theurge," Flint says, in between bites of pizza, "but I don't think so, and. There were a few spirits that. They seemed confused? And ended up on this side a bit but. Only one or two, in, in the park, and I was. I was out at where the big stampede was."
"I see." April remarks before finishing off the last bite of pizza in her hand. "well, enough of that I suppose." She turns her gaze once more on the galliard and this time she falls quiet as she simply watches him.
Flint finishes off the additional piece of pizza, and then leans to pull his backpack up next to him, turning so that he can see April, and keep an occasional eye on the security monitors, all at once. From inside the backpack, the Glass Walker pulls out first a plain cloth about the size of a dishtowel, and then … a cutting board? Or at least, it's cutting board sized, and shaped, formed of five pieces, striped rock maple and cherry. It's settled carefully atop the cloth on his lap, and a piece of sandpaper is pulled out, all in silence before he looks up at April again. "Project," he explains. "Means. I got stuff done, while on security shift."
April ahhs quietly as she nods her head. "Well, I'm sure you'll want to concentrate on it and your security duties." she states as she stands up. Her hands easily smoothing out her clothes. "So, I should be heading on before the lunes decide to be mischievous tonight."
Flint seems, really, to be able to sand the cutting board without ever taking his attention from April. It's almost an automatic action. "If you want, April-rhya," he responds, politely. "It's. Also keeping my hands busy, and all. Better than fidgeting, I'm told." There is a reserved, quiet smile offered to the Fury. "Seeya, then?"
April smiles and nods her head. "I'm sure we'll see each other around sometime." She glances around the lobby once more. "I think I'm gonna head off now before anything happens in here." She motions towards the cutting board in making. "Be careful with that." she offers before turning to head towards the door.
Flint pauses in the sanding and glances up at April, over to the monitor again, and then back to the theurge. "Seeya." And then the Galliard starts to sing as he starts to sand the cutting board again. Mostly to himself, but the words of 'Leaving on a Jet Plane' drift through the lobby nonetheless.
27 March, 2012
The moon is in the waxing Crescent (Theurge) Moon phase (34% full).
Early evening finds Flint in the lobby of the tenement building, having taken over a security shift for the last several hours of evening. The teen is folded onto the couch where he can keep an eye on the monitors, with a cup of coffee and a box of pizza set on the coffee table, and humming to himself.
April has heard of where the glass walkers call home and has been curious about finding it and exploring a little. With the spirits and bawn all going haywire, she has found herself in the city the past couple days and now has managed to find her way to the tenement where frowns as she comes upon door in. "Paranoid much?" she mutters to herself. Looking about, she finds and presses the buzzer.
Flint pushes himself up from the couch, piece of pizza set down on a paper plate and then the Galliard crosses the lobby, coming into April's field of vision as he opens the door to let her in, stepping aside and holding the door. "Heya," he offers, quietly.
April pauses a moment as the lad opens the door before stepping inside. "Hey, treeclimber." she greets back with a smile. "Paranoid much? I've been wondering about this place."
Flint waits and closes the door behind her, then nods acknowledgement before he crosses to flop back onto the couch. "If we didn't have the security and such, then there'd go the place being Veil-safe, April-rhya," he responds, reclaiming his piece of pizza. "So." Pause. "Pizza?"
"Sounds delicious." April answers as she moves to retrieve a piece. "Well, didn't say there was anything wrong with having the security. was just trying to give you a hard time."
Flint spends a good moment chomping on his pizza slice—or maybe inhaling it, given the speed with which he eats—before he grins at April. "'Sokay," the boy says, leaning on the arm of the couch and folding his knees up to his chest, slightly.
April continues to take a moment to glance about the lobby. Her pizza occasionally nibbled on. "So, what's so special about living here outside of the security that is more exciting than the bawn?"
Flint shrugs his shoulders, looking over at April. "Dunno, April-rhya," he offers in response. "I'm urrah," he admits, "my answer probably. It wouldn't be valid, for you. When I was out at… at Edgewood, I didn't sleep as well, and. It was too quiet."
April shrugs her shoulders, only about halfway done with her slice of pizza. "well, not all of us are set to be in the city or in the forest." She looks back to Flint. "Mouse still away? I was wondering what she would think about what has happened out at the bawn."
Flint nods. "She's still away. I. Left her a voicemail, and emailed, after the stampede thing happened, but." Then, Flint's taken up his cup of coffee again, a long sip to wash down the pizza. "Anyway—" a tinny rendition of the Star Wars Imperial March interrupts the boy's talking, and he's pushing himself to his feet. "Sorry, April-rhya," he offers, excusing himself to the phone call. "Careful when you leave," is the additional caution for the Fury. "And have as much. Pizza, as much as you want. It's for everyone." Then, the teen's disappeared into the downstairs office, door shut behind him.
Despite, however, the caution about when she leaves, Flint emerges from the office about ten minutes later. Apparently whatever it was didn't take nearly as long as he'd expected, because the young Galliard has a bit of a sheepish expression on his face as he closes the door behind him.
April has taken up position upon the couch that the lad had vacated earlier, in her hand another slice of pizza is nearly gone. "Not much on hospitality, tree climber. You let me in, then abandon me. What is a Fury to think?"
Flint makes an almost exaggerated face of apology as he moves back over onto the couch. "Sorry, April-rhya. It. It was important," Flint explains. "Should be. Taken care of now, though, I just needed to answer a question for Eden."
April shrugs her shoulders, "Doesn't matter to me. Now though, you'll just have to wonder about what I've done since you've been gone and how you might avoid something embarrassing." she replies. She smiles sweetly towards the lad.
Flint sticks his tongue out at April, and unobtrusively points out to the screen that's got the various security feeds. "You know one've those shows th' lobby right?" he asks, with a faint half smile.
April smiles still at the lad. "So? I'm a Theurge, you don't think I couldn't talk to a kind spirit to play with the wiring for a little while, while I do what I want?"
Flint just chuckles. "I think Mouse-rhya's made. Made sure most've the spirits around here aren' particularly inclined to, um. Do that," the Galliard responds. "But, whatever. Anyway."
April shrugs her shoulders. Her eyes look about the lobby once more. "So, just what do you walkers do in here all the time. I heard something about that big game earlier this year, that you guys had a party or something. Looks kind of drab in here, if you ask me. No offense."
"The party was, that's over at the old library," is said, with a half-raised eyebrow. "Superbowl, I think? Not us. Gnawers. Kaz-rhya and Lefty-rhya and. Though lot of. I know, um, Mouse-rhya and Salem-rhya and folks all went. I didn't, though."
April ohs quietly as she nods her head. "I see." She eyes the lad closely. "So then what do you guys do here? Or is this place just to keep you all inside and out of trouble?"
Flint sits up a little bit straighter and reaches—not quite falling off of the couch in the process—to grab another pice of pizza. It's quite likely that had April not shown up, the teen could have finished the entire pizza mostly by himself. "We live here. Cubs live here, and. It's somewhere so that. So we have somewhere veil-safe, in the city. I mean, we go out, you know?" The galliard smiles. "I spent, I was over at the lumberyard a lot of today, and then the junkyard."
April furrows her brows a little bit. "Doesn't sound very fun. But tell me, can you tell if the spirits around here and there are acting alright? Nothing weird going on or anything?"
The Glass Walker brings one hand up to his brow. "I haven't been on. I'm a galliard, not a theurge," Flint says, in between bites of pizza, "but I don't think so, and. There were a few spirits that. They seemed confused? And ended up on this side a bit but. Only one or two, in, in the park, and I was. I was out at where the big stampede was."
"I see." April remarks before finishing off the last bite of pizza in her hand. "well, enough of that I suppose." She turns her gaze once more on the galliard and this time she falls quiet as she simply watches him.
Flint finishes off the additional piece of pizza, and then leans to pull his backpack up next to him, turning so that he can see April, and keep an occasional eye on the security monitors, all at once. From inside the backpack, the Glass Walker pulls out first a plain cloth about the size of a dishtowel, and then … a cutting board? Or at least, it's cutting board sized, and shaped, formed of five pieces, striped rock maple and cherry. It's settled carefully atop the cloth on his lap, and a piece of sandpaper is pulled out, all in silence before he looks up at April again. "Project," he explains. "Means. I got stuff done, while on security shift."
April ahhs quietly as she nods her head. "Well, I'm sure you'll want to concentrate on it and your security duties." she states as she stands up. Her hands easily smoothing out her clothes. "So, I should be heading on before the lunes decide to be mischievous tonight."
Flint seems, really, to be able to sand the cutting board without ever taking his attention from April. It's almost an automatic action. "If you want, April-rhya," he responds, politely. "It's. Also keeping my hands busy, and all. Better than fidgeting, I'm told." There is a reserved, quiet smile offered to the Fury. "Seeya, then?"
April smiles and nods her head. "I'm sure we'll see each other around sometime." She glances around the lobby once more. "I think I'm gonna head off now before anything happens in here." She motions towards the cutting board in making. "Be careful with that." she offers before turning to head towards the door.
Flint pauses in the sanding and glances up at April, over to the monitor again, and then back to the theurge. "Seeya." And then the Galliard starts to sing as he starts to sand the cutting board again. Mostly to himself, but the words of 'Leaving on a Jet Plane' drift through the lobby nonetheless.