Red Eric
Mon 10:44PM EST
...and since Tuck seems to more or less up and disappear as well, someone snickers at poor abandoned Meadowen. "You do have a way of chasing 'em off, don't you?" Relaxing on the bench not too far from her, ankle up over opposite knee, arms up along the back of the bench: 'Red' Eric. Not that he was redhaired or anything. Where'd the name come from? You'd have to ask him.
Meadowen
Mon 10:44PM EST
She turns away as the young boy fades, maybe he was just a figment of my imagination. God knows there is enough of that going on. She sits on the bench , her legs spread very unlady like. She is dressed in a paten leather body suit, that covers her tightly from head to to, thigh high paten leather 6' steletto boots and matching gloves, her hair is lifted by abit of wind and she pouts , shaking her head "yeah.....I think I'm the only one left damn it. And I am NOT going in the closet to get them, fuck that"
Meadowen
Mon 10:50PM EST
She looks over at Red Eric and her brow raises , then lifting her arm she sniffs "maybe its my perfume?" she turns her attention back to him and tilts her head. Watching him intenty as she does just about everyone.
Red Eric
Mon 10:51PM EST
His dress code is considerably less...er...interesting. Jeans (slightly baggy), belt (studded and heavy), jacket. Leather, yes, but not a biker jacket. No studs, no spikes, no chains. Euro cut, though not tailored. Storebought. "That, or what you're wearing. Probably pegged you for a fuckin' hooker and when you didn't put out..." a shrug; topic change. "You got any gum?"
Meadowen
Mon 10:54PM EST
Her head jerks back at the Hooker comment.A almost feral look passes over her face but bleeds away just as fast she nods , then digs into her backpack, she pulls out pepper mace and looks at it and frowns "what the hell?" shakes her head and continues to dig for a bit "I seriously need to figure out if I can get the kitchen sink in here, I have everything else I think...ah, here we go" tosses him some big red, then stares at him again.
Red Eric
Mon 10:57PM EST
The ease in the gesture is remarkable, really: the way his hand comes off the back of the bench and snaps neatly closed over the pack of Big Red. "Thanks." Ain't no lout, Eric. Or not usually. Wait 'til you see him riled up. Pulling out a stick of gum, he folds it into his mouth and tosses the pack back. Sharp eyes had caught the pepper mace, though, and tugs his mouth into a smirk - "Afraid of big bad men in the alleys? Dress down a little and you'll get by better. So lemme ask you something, huh?"
Meadowen
Mon 10:58PM EST
She ducks as the gum flys over her head. A habit really. Then shrugs "sure.....and I like how I dress"
Red Eric
Mon 11:00PM EST
Er...whoosh. "You dropped your gum," he points out, and then it's off to the races. Flat-out and conversational, "What the fuck are you lookin' at?" He holds out his hands, shrugs. His jaw works as he chews the gum, loosening it up, working the spit in to soften it. "I mean. What, am I exceptionally handsome? Exceptionally ugly?"
Meadowen
Mon 11:02PM EST
She snickers and picks it up. then thinking she shoves abit into her mouth and considers the question then shrugs "No, I just have a staring problem" she grins
Red Eric
Mon 11:06PM EST
So he kinda...stares back for a minute, deadpan.
Then, abruptly, he grins back. And it's charismatic. It's goddamned charismatic. A likeable grin; a little sharkish at the edges maybe, but compelling. "Yeah, all right," he says reasonably. "I can dig that. So what's your name, Staring Problem? You know No Doubt's got a song called that? You like No Doubt?"
Meadowen
Mon 11:08PM EST
She blinks and shrugs "no doubt. Meadowen...My name is meadowen" she tilts her head again, looking at him, then shrugs "your kinda cut......your smile is very...interesting"
Red Eric
Mon 11:11PM EST
While she's talking, he's blowing a bubble. That takes skill, blowing a bubble with regular gum on a cold day. It doesn't get too big, and he sucks it back into his mouth in a flash of white teeth before replying. "Oh yeah? Thanks, I guess." The grin goes self-consciously lopsided for a minute. Then, "Eric. That's me. No Doubt's a band. Pretty good. I got one of their CDs in my car. You wanna follow me back there, I can letcha borrow it."
Meadowen
Mon 11:12PM EST
She stands, and then searches out her pepper mace again, and nods "yeah, I would like to hear it, I am courious." picks up the back pack and puts it over her shoulder. Then stuffs the mace into a glove.
Red Eric
Mon 11:17PM EST
Mace in the glove, no problem-o. Eric's faced down worse. "Always good," he replies, and drops the ankle across his knee down. Both feet hit the pavement with a thump. He scratches his shoulder and pushes himself to his feet, stuffing hands into his pockets. "Back this way. 'Bout a block away." Chuckling, "Well-lit all the way, and all. There's a 24-hour convenience store too, so it's not like I'm dragging you into a deserted alley. No fear, hey?"
He's not lying either. There's a 24-hour 7/11 knockoff somewhere along the way, door shut to keep in the heat. A lonely-looking middle-aged man's browsing magazines inside, but Eric just walks right past, sneakers eating up distance. The boy's broad-shouldered, probably sinewy under all those clothes, but certainly no Mr. America. His car, as it turns out, is some rebuilt black Thunderbird from the mid-60s. Classy old girl, flames down the side and all.
Meadowen
Mon 11:21PM EST
She stops and looks at the car for abit, then nods "very nice.....You know, you didn't give me your name" she smiles and raises a brow "she cross's her arms and watches him again.
Red Eric
Mon 11:25PM EST
"Yeah, found 'er in a junkyard. Took me five years to fix up." He slaps the roof affectionately and then looks across at her, brow furrowing briefly before it clears. "Sure I did. I'm Eric. My friends call me Red." Grin. "Long story."
Unlocking the driver's side, he crawls in headfirst and riffles through the glove compartment, taking out a stack of caseless CDs. Straightening, he riffles through them like a dealer through his cards. "Aw...shit. Y'know, I left it at home."
Meadowen
Mon 11:27PM EST
She nods and leans up against the wall of the buiding and smiles, her arms still folded she watches him again.
Michael
Mon 11:28PM EST
Tourist. At least, that's what he looks like with the map in his hand and a slightly befuddled expression on his face. Stepping out of the transportation centre, he stands in the middle of the walkway and frowns more.
"Oh." a soft oh at that. Twisting the map around again, he nods to himself. "That's better."
Red Eric
Mon 11:29PM EST
"So..." an empty sort of gesture, earnest, "...you got a car? You can follow me to my flat if you want. I'll bring it down."
Meadowen
Mon 11:31PM EST
She just smiles, and sucks on her teeth a moment, well this COULD be fun, or it could end up messy. She considers it. Then shrugs "I'm sorry, I don't drive"
Red Eric
Mon 11:33PM EST
He watches her smile, suck on her teeth, and generally consider. He glances up the street at the poor lost tourist, contemplative, and then back at her. There's a drop in his decibels; a lopsided sorta grin over the top of the Thunderbird. "Well. I could drive ya."
Michael
Mon 11:33PM EST
Now then. Stuffing the map back into his coat, he smooths the coat down automatically. Twisting his neck to the right and then left, feeling bones pop and set again before he turns. Down the right then.
Hands slide into pockets as he strolls down the city streets in his battered black boots. Wide eyes taking it all in in a white pasty face not so uncommon this time of year.
Meadowen
Mon 11:36PM EST
Her green eyes follow his gaze and she takes in the new guy for a few moments, then turns back to Eric. She gives him a very innocent, pouty experssion "But, Mr. Wolf, how dangerous that could be.....you might decide to gobble me up"
Michael
Mon 11:38PM EST
Blink. Cocks his head to the side, he looks towards the two others. Nce car. He stops for a while, staring at the car and enjoying the view. They don't make them like those anymore.
Chuckling, he shakes his head and looks up again, trying to see the stars in this city. Like always, he fails.
Red Eric
Mon 11:41PM EST
Eric's eyebrows go up. Lifting one hand from the top of the car, he tilts his head to slide his fingers experimentally over the curve of his ear, across one shutting eyelid, and then along the ridges of his upper canine teeth. "Hmm. No points to the ears, no big gleaming eyes, no great sharp teeth," he says, laughingly. "Just a hunch, but...if I decided to gobble you up, Meadowen, I don't think you'd complain too much."
Nope, they certainly didn't make cars like this anymore. Classic American musclecar, is what it is. Very popular when Eric was in high school. Of course, he looks like he's just out of college now - but quite a few years have passed.
Michael
Mon 11:43PM EST
He lowers his head once more, letting his gaze travel cross the streets and abck to the Thunderbird, linger on it. Nice, nice car.
Smiling to himself, he taps his foot on the alleyway, thinking. After a moment, he blinks. Oh. Now what was that he wanted to do...?
Michael
Mon 11:45PM EST
He wonders what the two of them are talking about. Saying goodbye? Saying hello? Saying how much will a blowjob cost? Crude, but then, if he's learnt anything about America they are crude.
After a brief moment more of contemplation, he sighs again and twists on his feet. So. He was walking. And something else, if he could figure it out. Really figure it out.
Meadowen
Mon 11:46PM EST
Her attention once again slides to the young man, and she tilts her head. Watching.. She says absently "things are never as they seem Eric"
Red Eric
Mon 11:48PM EST
Well, goddammit if the girl wasn't stubborn and hell-bent on playing it coy. Eric's stomach was growling. "Well, that's true enough," he replies, smiling. "But hey, if you want a ride, offer still stands."
Then he casts a casual glance down the street at Michael turning away, he raises his voice to a goodnatured call, "Hey man, whatcha looking for?"
When you're having chicken pot pie, you don't care if it's a rooster or a hen. And when Eric wants some of that good liquid nutrition, he could care less whether it's a man or a woman. Just covering his bases, is all.
Michael
Mon 11:52PM EST
Now. There was something. Lips catch in his teeth for a moment before he runs a hand through greying hair. Young, that he was not. Crows feet at the eyes, and if he smiled, you get the impression that those lines would deepen further. A middle-aged befuddled old men.
Blinking, he pauses. Considering. Then he turns slowly, looking at Eric and the girl. Friendly group. "Umm... I'll remember in a second."
Pauses, realising what he said wouldn't carry properly and walks back towards them.
Meadowen
Mon 11:53PM EST
She rolls her eyes and looks over at Eric then laughs, shaking her head. Her hands go to her hips and she drums her fingers on them. Waiting. She tilts her head and listens for abit then nods in agreement with the one holding a "conversation" with her.
Red Eric
Mon 11:55PM EST
Friendly group, and a tad bit mismatched. The man's casually dressed, jeans and jacket; the woman's in a leather catsuit. And a backpack. Go figure. Eric put a hand to his ear in the universal gesture of 'can't hear ya'. "Sorry," as the man comes closer, "what's that?"
Meadowen
Mon 11:57PM EST
She steps closer to Eric and rest a hand on his arm, smiles at him and looks over at Michael "well...3 wolves in the winters madness, and no sheep to be seen" sighs and damn near laughs again "though some thing the wolves are Sheep"
Michael
Mon 11:57PM EST
Closer now, within speaking distance, he smiles at them and nods. "Umm... came down here to look for a hotel. Now, just have to find it."
Chuckles, shrugging his shoulders. "I left my things there and well... Nevermind. Thank you though. I'll be fine. I think you and the lady have some business..."
And he falls silent, frowning at Meadowen. "Excuse me?"
Meadowen
Tue 12:00AM EST
She shrugs, getting bored with the game. When will they ever learn to understand her family? Her eyes take in the area, as if searching for something, doing a "sweep" one might think, she cocks her head and listens intently
Red Eric
Tue 12:01AM EST
And - yeah. Eric seconds that thought - or starts to, before he raises a hand and touches Meadowen's wrist lightly.
Fingers get cold easily. But even on a cold day, the wrist, with its bundles of nerves and tendons and arteries and veins, tends to remain warm. Meadowen's, though? Is cold.
A slight chuckle escapes him, half annoyed, half amused. Like a mask, the good cheer drops and Eric pushes his hand through his hair, slaps it down on the roof of the car. "Well, shit." Another laugh, short, breathed rather than voiced. He shoots the woman a glance. "Coulda told me earlier and saved me a lotta fuckin' time."
A moment's thought, his eyes sweeping the mostly empty street. "Might as well do a fuckin' intro, huh? I'm Red Eric." Like a cop flashing a badge, he pulls his jacket open to reveal a flicker of an inverted anarchy symbol stitched in red on the inner lining.
Meadowen
Tue 12:04AM EST
She nods and smiles, winks at him. Then looks over at Michael. She smirks and wonders if he will get it soon enough "The mirror is broken" shrugs agian and tilts her head to look at eric and winks. "more fun this way. "
Michael
Tue 12:07AM EST
A hand runs through his hair again, making even more of a mess. He cocks his head to Eric, a single eyebrow raising before he sighs. Great. Anarch and what? Malk most likely.
Oh great. "Ummm... mirror?" Looks around slowly, trying to see if there is a mirror broken. "Where? Seven years bad luck really."
Red Eric
Tue 12:09AM EST
The wink gets her another glance shot at her, wavering between annoyance (great, fuckin' Kook) and amusement. Yeah, never say Red Eric doesn't have a sense of humor. "Cracked from side to side," he murmurs, as though reciting, and then straightens up from the car, hands braced on the ridge at the edge of the car's top. "Yeah, really? You'd probably be singing a different tune if you'd spoken up any later. Was getting ready to munch on one of you."
He eyes the middle-aged man in the convenience store (like a hawk on a mouse), finally shuffling toward the checkout now. "Guess there's still him," he says, low. "But shit, I'm tellin' ya, these types taste like shit. Like old socks and TV dinners for the last 15 years."
Michael
Tue 12:14AM EST
"Oh hum. Oh dear." He smiles slightly befuddled, his head bent down slightly to avoid their eyes. He shifts his feet again, almost slightly agitatedly and mutters. "Really. What's munch?"
"Slang you know... it's so hard to keep up with." flashes them a smile, shrugging. "And you know, you Americans. Speak really strangely. And it's not 'vay-se' it's vase. Like vast."
Red Eric
Tue 12:21AM EST
Eric mutters under his breath. "Jesus Christ. Munch is to eat. Munch equals eat. Get it? Look - " taking a few steps back from his car, opening the driver's side door and tossing the CDs into the passenger's seat, " - I'm gonna go get a bite to eat." That should be unsubtle enough for the absent-minded one. "Maybe I'll come back when I'm full, and not so damn grumpy." The door slams into the frame with a solid thump, rocking the Thunderbird on its struts. "Nice meetin' ya, Meadowen. Nice meetin' ya too, guy I don't know the name of."
With that, he pulls his collar up against the wind and runs his hand through his hair, rather like a man preparing for an important interview. A moment passes. His shoulders relax, his stride loosens, and he heads into the convenience store, standing aside for the middle-aged man. Looks like he'd pegged the girl behind the counter, instead.
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