Just Hangin'

[Jazzibell Blain]

Jazz could be found around central park as most of the time around this time of the day. When the weather would be good enough she would find herself a bench to sit on like she did now. Her jacket hang to the side leaving her in a sleeveless top. Her eyes trailed to follow the people who passed. She herself didn't mind being stared at. She was used to it by now. Her eyes trailed back for a moment down to her feet. She wore sandals below her dark jeans. It was an old habit she had picked up while living in Miami.

Letting out a slight sigh she moved her hands down and to her pockets where she dug out two earphones. She plugged one into her ear and put on some music she had managed to download on an internet cafe. Not to make the Brotherhood seem less. She had to admit they did have very low standards of what they found worthy of living. She had a bed, a desk and a closet and that was it. And because she had no money, she had no chance of expanding a bit.

Unless she would go on the same path as most of the Brotherhood of course and claim it. Because according to them they could. They where homo superior. Better than the people she now watched walking by. Even if she could find in the looks no difference. Perhaps that was what sometimes set her apart from the Brotherhood. Who knew. For now she would just watch the people pass.

[Mego]

Mego

Mego, disgused in his secret identidy-- Mervin, was walking by himself. He wasn't truely alone, there were people all around, but inside, after his fight with Felicity, he felt alone and cold, as if his heart had been ripped from him.

Suddenly, this wasn't as much of a problem when his purple eyes met a dashing young woman with his fashion sense. He sat down next to her.
"Odd weather we've been having lately," he said, starting conversation with his boyish charms and dashing good looks.

He examined her tattoos (the visible ones, anyways). If there was one thing Mervin lacked, it was tact. "Nice tats. I was thinking of getting some myself... How much would one of those cost, would you say?"

[Jazzibell Blain]

Jazz had been looking around when someone came walking up to her and spoke up. She rose one of her slender eyebrows and tilted her head a bit to the side. Like she didn't understand him. She then looked ahead.

"Yeah... weird."

She stated with a roll of her eyes. She knew he was looking at her tats but she didn't mind. She was to used to it and the fact she had been growing up in a place where people would be more rude than that helped her not to be shy. She looked to the side as she once more was spoken to and looked down.

"Whut? Ya mean one o them or all o them together?"

As she spoke more her accent truly came out having grown up in a bit of a back neighbourhood. She often swallowed in letters at the end and changed whole sentences to how she liked it, it was something she had not yet gotten rid off in school and was sometimes getting weird faces from people.

Not that she mind. Jazz now moved one arm down to her leg and the other kept on the back of the bench. The arm closest to Mego went down.

[Mego]

Mego

She didn't seem like one for much conversation. so he tried a different approach. "Do you come here often?" Lame pickup lines always worked-- well, they were when he used them.

"Whut? Ya mean one o them or all o them together?"
"How much would one cost? I'm thinking of getting a few. I'll do the math. Where do you recommend I get one?" He asked, watching her arm fall on to her slender, beautiful leg.

He began tapping his toe in time to imaginary music. It was a pretty tune, one he wrote himself. that's what made it great. It was the best song he had ever heard simply because it came from the fingers of the most talented musician alive. He began humming it absentmindedly.
"The park's really great, isn't it?"