---- Recall start ---- leads to Uptown -- Gotham City. leads to Rippongi District -- Gotham City. You go into Rippongi District -- Gotham City. Rippongi District -- Gotham City The bastard child of a block party and an outdoor market, the Rippongi District is where people go when they want (legal) entertainment. The streets are almost always lined with people, the mass of bodies common to the daylight hours relatively un-obscured by pollution and smog. Beside the swarming masses of people, mostly teenagers who come here for the cheap beer and nightclubs, vendors of all kinds are mingled in with the people, hawking their goods in well-protected booths and tiny corner stores. In addition to the multitude of vendors, bars, nighclubs, and corner stores, food-carts of every variety are wheeled throughout the streets. The towering buildings common to the more residential-oriented districts have little place here. The Rippongi District is the least populated area, simply because it's so busy. Only a few lofts, usually occupied by the owner's of the store below them, are around here, with an apartment building being more rare than a Fabrege egg. Often, the only people that really 'live' here are the homeless that have taken resident in the gloomy alley's, or the immigrant vendors that sleep in their plasteel carts. Obvious exits: leads to Alleyway -- Gotham City. leads to Chelsea District -- Gotham City. leads to Education District -- Gotham City. leads to East Bridge -- Gotham City. leads to Manchester -- Gotham City. [NB] -Irene Marie- says, "uh where?" [NB] -Jack Wisdom- lives in a loft in the Rippongi district. Tel to me. :) Set. -Irene Marie- has arrived. [-Irene Marie- looked at you.] -Irene Marie- has left. -Irene Marie- has arrived. -Jack Wisdom-(#3891PXJVc) So he *does* wear clothing other than a wrinkled suit. It happens! Especially with slackassed musicians that kill people for a living. Don't mock him terribly; he lives in the past. Jack's "casual" gear is functional, comfortable, and noncommittally classic: along with a breathtakingly worn-out and ripped pair of Levi's jeans and a filthy old pair of checkered canvas Vans, he's wearing a positively venerable Cat's Laughing shirt that looks way too small for him (generally, but not always, under a wrinkled black blazer). His black hair is uncombed, wildly curling every which way, and if he's hung-over and too picky to be wearing the blazer, you can see a faded blue pattern tattooed around his upper right arm. It's at times like this that it's almost certain Jack hasn't shaved in at least a day, and his hair's only kept out of his eyes by the pair of outmoded 'Buddy Holly' style glasses perched on his slightly bent nose. His hair even covers the Fascinatingly Mysterious Scar(tm) down his forehead, making him even -more- harmless-looking. Three words: Retro loser geek. Carrying: Lockheed(#3907I) [-Jack Wisdom- looked at you.] -Irene Marie- says "me or you" -Jack Wisdom- will go. :) -Irene Marie- grins It's that strange time of day that's only ever visible to those who get up very early or those who stay up very late. The Rippongi District is as quiet as it'll ever get - after all, it's a week night/morning, and the vendors haven't yet opened up shop. Only the hardy twenty-four hour places are open, and a few coffee shops for the early risers have begun the process of setting up for the day. The light isn't bright like day yet, it's that all-pervasive omnidirectional dim light of just-after-dawn, where the onlooker can see everything, but nothing's been drawn in sharp relief yet. No shadows. Just Shadowcats. Jack Wisdom is sitting on the ledge of one of his street-facing windows, one leg outside and one leg inside, window open all the way. He looks tired, but peaceful; he's smoking a cigarette, and has a cup of coffee in one of those disposable cups with the timeless half-Chinese half-Grecian pattern printed on its outside. Diner coffee. The warm, early-summer morning breeze is occupying just about all of his attention. Huh? (Type "help" for help.) -Jack Wisdom- is one floor up, above a ramen noodle restaurant. -Irene Marie- says "about how wide is the ledge?" -Jack Wisdom- says "Eh, wide enough to fit Jack's skinny butt." -Irene Marie- chuckles. -Jack Wisdom- says "Probably a little less than 12 inches." -Jack Wisdom- says "Also, there's a rickety green wooden staircase on the side of the building, leading up to my door." Its been one of those take on the freaking world days and laugh. Got into a tiny scrap at the bar, her opponent learned quick why most boys don't run their hands against her with out permission. He won't have that hands problem again. Paris wasn't there to keep her from doing anything too stupid. So she left in order to give the place a chance to clean up and explain to the cops. Even harder to explain where the blue skinned girl went. Amazing how carnage can mask a shifting of skin and eye tone. She's been moving roof top to roof top for a while. She stands on the ledge of the building and stares out across the city and lights a cigarette. Her bright gold eyes watching the slow change that comes to Gotham sky. It doesn't change much. Just a start of something. Her nostrils flare a bit at a familiar scent... a mixture of cloves and just the aroma that comes from him. Spicy sort of. A slow grin crawls across her face. Looks like the evening won't be that much of a loss.. at least he's entertaining. She steps forward with practice eased letting her body fall from the roof top to reach out and catch out at a fire escape. She uses the momentum of the fall and catch to flip her way in the direction she intends. Look out Jack... your lap is about to become occupied by something larger than the small dragon you reside with. Unless you do something annoying like phase or move... "So its you.." -Jack Wisdom- bounces. Boing boing boing boing boing... -Irene Marie- snickers "Eh, shift up a little, love," mumbles Jack, resettling from the heart attack Irene gave him. Yes, he phased - it's reflexive. In fact, for Jack, it's more than reflexive, it's his natural state. It takes a conscious effort for him to retain solidity, it takes concentration to be able to sit down like a normal human being. So if you've got probably somewhere over a hundred pounds' worth of lovely blue girl hurtling at your vulnerably open lap at something approaching the speed of sound, yes, you phase. Also, if you don't feel particularly like spilling your coffee. However, he's not angry in the least. Not even particularly surprised. It's just, "I'm sure you'd be a great deal more comfortable actually -on- my lap instead of sort of half on the ledge and half off. Clove?" Once Ire moves a bit, Jack will shift so he's not phased through her, and -then- solidify. -Jack Wisdom- goes back to bouncing. -Irene Marie- smirks and raises herself just enough to give him the room he needs. "That would be something more like what I want.. and yeah I'd love a clove thanks.. " She flicks her hair back to gaze a bit about the area, "Awfully Vanilla part of town for you... so I take it this is where you've been hiding yourself then.. actually figured you'd moved on to some other sinfilled city by now..." Hopefully she can resettle herself on his lap extremly shortly. Idly she gets a bit more comfortable tugging off the short gloves to tuck them into her pocket. "What have you been up too.." -Irene Marie- says "Why for bouncing?" -Jack Wisdom- says "'Cos I donno. :)" -Irene Marie- grins [XMB] -Timothy- has connected. Setting his coffee on the floor inside - carefully - Jack solidifies and starts digging in his pocket for another clove - one for Irene. He comes up with the pack and fishes one out, then holds it out to her, holding his hand up as a light, whenever she's ready. And - well, he has rather a bony lap, but it's better than the sill. "I like it here," he says simply. "Not supposed to go back to London for a while. Take a holiday, they said. You need time off, they said. They bleeding -retired- me is what they did, and told me to unwind in the states. And I've had enough of Terri and Carmen - that's me mum's people, remember - so I'd just as soon stay here." Spilling a lot, is he? Ah, if you can't trust the fellow untrustworthy, who -can- you trust? When Ire's taken her clove in hand, he phases his hand through the end of it, and just as it starts smoking, his eyes are glowing red...but then they stop, and the cigarette's lit. "An' it's only vanilla during the day. It's like a Mardi Gras at night." [XMB] -Jack Wisdom- says, "Morning!" [XMB] -Timothy- waves -Irene Marie- leans back as she inhales deeply from the cigarette. Not far enough for her to lose her balance just for enough for her to enjoy it almost properly. She leans back up and grins, "You are much to young to be retired.. so not only did they push you to retire.. they exiled you here. Charming bunch you work for..." Her head rolls about her shoulders lightly before returning to gaze at him, "Sounds like you've got a river between yourself and your mother's folks..." She listens to him of course. No reason for her to ignore what he says, Jack's a rare commodity in this world. He doesn't flip out easily. A huge plus when associating with her. At least nothing she can do would shock him, "Mardi Gras.. mmmhm I should probably wander around here more than I do...I like big chaotic parties.." She takes another long drag before taking a moment to lick her lips savoring the taste of the cigarrette before grinning agian. "That's Brit Intel for you, love," replies Jack, looking dryly amused. His hair flips up in front, a bit, in the breeze, and he turns his head. Ashing on the top of the overhang, below, he crosses a thin arm over his stomach and shakes his head. "Not that I'm not glad for a bit of a break. And they'll occasionally call me to do something for them here. It's just that...they start their operatives awfully young, and put them to pasture as soon as they're showing the slightest sign of burnout. I suppose they have good reason; it'd be no good at all for an agent to lose it on a job and do only God knows what..." Sighing, he rolls his eyes, then smiles at Irene. He picks up his coffee and takes a sip, still revelling in the breeze and the warm air; the sun is starting to make itself known in force, and the people below are opening more and more shops. Newspaper-buyers and breakfast-eaters. He doesn't say anything at all about his family, anymore, but notes, "Every night's a bloody party here, you'd love it." -Irene Marie- smirks back at him."Allow me this moment to enjoy the depressingly easy life I lead." And she does... sure she was trained from the moment her claws surfaced to be a weapon. But she's always had it easy..cept for her mother siccing Creed on her but that was something else..."You.. seem... surprisingly relaxed right now..." its noticeable. Not quite the same man she met those months ago, the same but not quite.. "I guess Gotham suits you.. odd.. either people thrive here or they just fester..." She chuckles, "I'm sure I would be the kid in the candy store ...I could use a slight change of pace...not enough parties these days.." "Sure, I'm relaxed. I've come out the other side of exhausted." What? Oh. Jack finishes his coffee before it gets cold, then starts to work more heavily on his cigarette. Not that that'll get cold, but it'd be awful to let it go to waste. "Not sure who Gotham suits. I miss London, but...who wouldn't?" He's quick to pause and add, "Other than folks who've never been there. But...I would like to go back. When they figure I've had enough time here." Another second, and he looks inside, exhaling a cloud of smoke right through his window. "Unless the little purple bastard decides he wants t'stay where mum grew up." -Jack Wisdom- is gonna have to crash soon. Remember how my eyes hurt earlier? Now they -really- hurt. o.o -Irene Marie- is about to pass out herself. -Jack Wisdom- says "Wanna pose out or wrap here?" -Irene Marie- says "Wanna just pause it i don't think I can really think at the moent but I'd like to get a chance to puc it up someday or other" -Irene Marie- says "pick" -Jack Wisdom- says "Pause. :)" -Jack Wisdom- says "A bit crap of me, but oh well. ;) I want to pick it up, too." -Irene Marie- hugs tight and grins, "Its fun." -Jack Wisdom- hugs! -Irene Marie- says "Sleep well hon..." ---- Recall end ---- % "More" paging enabled. Use TAB to scroll. -Jack Wisdom- grabs the log. "I shall." *HUG* "You too -- and Sandy says pleasant dreams. ;)"