Let's Kill Time /Open/

[ry]

Remy wondered the back ally, kicking boxes aside half way hoping for something interesting to catch his eye; but alas it was a boring day. The sky was gloomy and most suckers were indoors somewhere hiding from the immanent rain. He wondered out to the sidewalk passing shops and people running to avoid the rain. Remy stopped in front of a poplar coffee shop where he used to do his best scams before the owner figured him out and banned him. He smirked as the man in the window picked up the phone, threatening to call the police again. Remy simple laughed and walked off. If anything he made that place popular! They owed him!

He continued his stroll down the street till he came upon another ally way. Down it was a cardboard box set up almost like a lemonade stand. It was swaying slightly in the wind and the water from the ground had began to turn it's cardboard foundation into mush. Remy looked closer to see a homeless man with a cap of money shuffling cards. He couldn't help but smile as he strolled up to the man. "Aye now, ya wouldn' be making gamblin' deals now would ya?" He asked he older man who had stopped shuffling.

The man stared him down for a moment "not with your kind!" He spat harshly, continuing to look him up and down.

"Aw, now c'mom. No need to be rude..." Remy purred, plucking one of the cards from the man's hand and charging it so it began to glow a bright red and hiss lightly. The man's eyes widened as he bolted from the ghetto little stand, leaving behind his money and other good in his fearful dash. Remy playfully pouted as he watched the man run. "Pity.." He grabbed the cash and pocketed it before lightly tossing the card back on the deck, igniting the whole stand.

"Ah well, guess I should find me a new playmate.." He smiled and blissfully walked away from the wreak, ten dollars richer.

[selena]

The day had been fairly boring. Selena woke up at five am as normal and took a little jog, nothing odd there. Selena jogged everyday. She ran a odd amount but no one really bugged her about it anymore. She hadn't been doing much the last days but sitting around and drinking water. Everyday she went for a walk where she could enjoy herself a few cigarettes and possibly some weed if she really wanted to. The young girl had found herself smoking her second cigarette that day that was almost finished she walked, hand lightly running against the wall she walked, having no idea where she was going. That wasn't important. Selena hadn't eaten much, anorexia....oh anorexia. In one hand she had her water bottle, in another she had her cigarette.

Selena had oversaw the issue at hand with the homeless guy. The girl wasn't really afraid of getting hurt by this guy. She didn't have any money on her at the moment. Selena didn't steal but respected the guys talent. The five foot, ninety-five pound girl wore a creme colored tank top that was skin tight, jean shorts and black flats. She had witnessed the guy from afar down the street while she was smoking a cigarette. "You're good, Kid." She smiled walking towards him, relaxed.

Selena was now a few feet away for him, waiting for his reaction before she got any closer. Since her cigarette was done she threw it to the ground, stepped on it lightly with her shoe and took a swig from her water bottle then pulled out her pack of cigarettes and put one between her lips then extended her arm and said "Do you smoke?". She was more then willing to share. Pulling out a black lighter she lit it and inhaled the drug.

[ry]

Remy stopped when he heard the woman's voice, he would admit he was always slightly annoyed when he was caught. Sure sometimes it was fun, because the on looking would usually be freaked out or try to be a her and start trouble. But all and all today it wasn't so bad. It was a distraction from the fact there wasn't much else going on, and by her tone and comment she wasn't new to the whole idea of things being blown up by acts unhuman. But, what if she was 'human'... Then this certainly would be interesting.

He stepped a bit closer to show he was actually paying attention to her approach. He smiled gently at the offer but the fact that she'd just witness a minor crime in such a way made him wary of the offer. He took a moment to curse his own paranoia "I do, but.. ah, I'm tryin' ta cut it down" He shrugged and looked past her at the older man who had come back to take a peek. Probably to check on the girl and make sure she wasn't being brutally murdered or robbed. Once the man was satisfied to see her still standing he took off again. Idiot.

"Wha's your story then? Gonna' make a trip to the cops or somethin'?" He mocked slightly leaning against the brick wall beside them. He was sure that wasn't her intention, it'd be odd for someone to make small talk with a man they intended to rat out. Then that was also something that made her interesting, why the hell was she talking to a man who just robbed an old homeless guy? and worse, blew up a structure that looked as if he'd put a decent amount of effort into.

[heinkel]

Leaning against the brick wall to the otherwise of the mouth of the alley, but on the street side, the blonde merely watched all events take place. As usual, she wore her black priest's cassock, complete with closed, clerical collar; however, instead of the outer, robe-like portion, she wore a long black trench coat. The collar was turned up, and the front all but closed. She didn't normally hide her attire or her face, but today she had been feeling nostalgic - the imminently rainy atmosphere reminded her of winter days in Rome, and of spring or autumn days in Austria - and so she had done so.

Also, this covered her guns, which, as always were holstered at her hips. Normally, she wouldn't have been worried, but... With this city giving her the odd feeling it had since she arrived about a week before... It didn't seem like a good idea to advertise her armed nature. Of course, she hadn't usually done so back in Rome, either, but when glimpses were caught of the dual combat pistols she wielded, it was merely brushed off as extra precaution in case of political unrest or some such other notion. As for her face... Well, she'd made a point of wearing the bandages when children were around, though when out and about like this, she just tried to avoid having to look straight at people.

"Priest" or no, she disliked having people stare at the scar which encompassed most of her face.

Slipping a gloved hand from her pocket, the blonde withdrew a lighter (ironically, or perhaps not so, it had a cross engraved on it) and lit the cigarette she had previously held, unlit, between her lips. Her cigarette lit, the tall woman, though most would have taken her for a man, slipped the lighter back into her pocket, the gold thread creating the gold cross sewn into the backs of her gloves glimmering in the half-light. Sid light also glinted off of not only her short-cropped hair, but off of the dark, wire-framed glasses which obscured her sapphire eyes, and off of the large gunmetal cross she wore. Grinning almost maniacally, she joined the conversation rather suddenly.

"Ze girl may not, but I might inform zem." Her Austrian accent was thick, but not nearly so much as it was overbearing when she was angry. Along with her androgynous features, masculine physique, and her already alto-pitched and slightly dark voice, it had gotten her mistaken for a man more often than not. However, something none would ever know was that she wasn't necessarily completely female to begin with. The only three people whom had ever known that were dead, and so she had resolved never to let anyone get that close to her ever again.

She had, effectively, lost her family twice; she never wanted to deal with that again. Even if she had never known her birth family, she had known what it was like to grow up unloved and unwanted.

[ry]

Remy shot a look towards the new person that had injected themselves into the situation. He rolled his eyes and let a soft growl escape him. Now, it's annoying. Un-rattled witnesses are just the worst. He crossed his arms tightly across his chest as he continued to lean casually against the wall, finally letting his gaze off the new arrival.

He laughed ever so slightly at her comment, or threat as he would have seen it had it actually meant anything to him. "Darlin' they ain't done nothin' t' me yet. Forgive me of bein' highly doubtful that they will this time 'round" He replied with a sigh. "Cops don' really care much if ya lettem know a freak was involved" He smirked slightly "wanna cause a riot, call ya government"

He bounced slightly off the wall looking back at the wreak he'd caused that had died down by now. "An' this..." He noted looking back at her "ain't mah worst"

He looked back at both girls and placed his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth slightly on his heels "so... we done here or ya gonna gimme a after school special on fairness and equality?"

[heinkel]

Stepping more into the alley, Heinkel laughed darkly. She had to commend this boy for knowing that she was female; most never knew that, which was just fine for the blonde. It made for many less... Awkward questions. After all, normally, women were completely barred from the clergy, save as nuns. In the sapphire-eyed woman's case, however, she had had two high-raking priests, and a bishop lobbying for her allowance into the priesthood. Eventually, after a much longer period of time than would normally have been set for any man whom wished to become a priest, she had been accepted.

"Gut, boy, ser gut," she murmured, her expression just short of maniacal. Her use of the German good, and very good just heightened her... slightly freakish, and definitely psychotic manner. "It's been a very long time since anyvone hast been able to tell zat I am a voman... Ze fact zat I'm... vell... a priest usually hast zem mistaken."

Speaking of her vocation, the breeze caused her trench coat to fall open. At this point, she didn't particularly care. If she were right, and this man's reference to the freaks meant he was one of the mutants she had been hearing gossiped about in whispers... Well, then getting to know one of them could only happen if she were willing to answer any questions he himself might have. Of course, that was, if, indeed, he wished to have anything to do with her at all. In the end, Heinkel's only interest, truthfully, laid in her wanting information, so she wasn't too keen upon getting "close" to anyone - but she would do so if needed.

"No need to be hostile... It may have been a zreat, but not vone I vould be particularly interested in carrying out - und nein, boy, zere is no 'if' in vhat I haff to say. It ist not in mein nature to blackmail somevone." In all honesty, the blonde priest was quite surprised at herself. She usually never spoke to anyone at such a length... It seemed that she might be willing to invest more into this than she had originally thought. Or, more likely, she was just feeling more talkative than usual, which she attributed to the fact that she had been remembering much of the past lately.

It seemed that remembering Yumiko and those others she had loved and lost made her more out of her normal character than usual.