Elijah Cromwell (Oct 27, 2011 2:20:05 PM)
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Isabella Perez (Oct 27, 2011 2:23:03 PM)
Isabella is sitting on a park bench near the center of the park, shaded by a towering oak tree that drips spanish moss. Her hair is piled up onto her head in a lazy bun, the tail escaping and fluttering around in the breeze. Clad in a pair of denim micro shorts and a blue tanktop, her feet are bare and tucked up into her lap, shoes resting on the ground in front of her. A book is open in her lap, and she appears to be reading it intently.
Elijah Cromwell (Oct 27, 2011 2:25:53 PM)
*Dressed in his business suit and the silk tie, though the jacket is tossed over his shoulder given the warmth of the midday sun. A slight smirk on his face as part of him remembers when he could make the glowing orb in the sky look like a birthday candle in comparison, but such days are long since past. The light blue button-up shirt wrinkles slightly with each step he takes, as his polished leather shoes click and echo against the pavement. His random wanderings happens to take him beside the bench, and when he spots the familiar face he heads over to join her* If you keep staring at that book much harder, you're going to bore right through it.
Isabella Perez (Oct 27, 2011 2:29:28 PM)
She lifts her eyes to blink at him curiously, a twin pair of wires dangling from her ears. When she sees who it is, she smiles and plucks a pair of earbuds out of her ears, shifting over to make room for him on the bench. "Well, hello again." She lays a thin blue ribbon between the pages and closes the book, revealing the title to be Diccionario Completo de los Ángeles y sus Visiones.
Elijah Cromwell (Oct 27, 2011 2:32:51 PM)
*Sliding ont the bench beside of her, folding the jacket into his lap before putting his hands on top of it. Glancing at the book before looking at her* Complete Dictionary of Los Angeles something something Visions, right?. Sounds about as dry a reading subject as when I was back in graduate school.
Isabella Perez (Oct 27, 2011 2:35:08 PM)
She looks down at the book, then reaches into a pocket to turn off her headphones as White Zombie starts trickling out of the tiny speakers. "Something like that. It's just a hobby of mine." She looks back up at him, winding the cord carefull around the iPod. "What kind of graduate school?"
Elijah Cromwell (Oct 27, 2011 2:38:10 PM)
Law school. Three years at Columbia and being stuck in New York City is enough to drive anyone crazy, so how people spend their whole lives there is beyond me. Hell, I grew up in Detroit so it's not like I mind big cities, but there's big and then there's New York. But New Orleans, I like. Plenty of oppertunities here, but enough people to blend into the background when necessary, which suits me just fine for the moment.
Isabella Perez (Oct 27, 2011 2:40:01 PM)
She smiles and nods a little. "Law school. So, what kind of lawyer are you?" A small laugh trickles out of her throat, but it seems a bit forced.
Isabella Perez (Oct 27, 2011 2:41:52 PM)
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Elijah Cromwell (Oct 27, 2011 2:43:12 PM)
I, or rather Elijah I should say, specialize in criminal law since he spent time working in the public defender's office. Most of my work these days are in civil cases, but I enjoy both equally. *Grins smoothly* And being my own boss gives me time to sneak out of the office early, and happen to run into one of the city's more beautiful residents once again.
Isabella Perez (Oct 27, 2011 2:45:52 PM)
"A civil lawyer? So you work with the less violent crimes, then." She blushes at the compliment, but doesn't comment on it. "That sounds like it can be very rewarding."
Elijah Cromwell (Oct 27, 2011 2:50:11 PM)
Not always less violent. Domestic abuse seems to be a common hobby for many mortals in this city, for some reason. Another sign of how far they have fallen while we have been away I suppose. But it has it's moments of rewards. It's also an excellent avenue into the halls of power as well, since politicans of every stripe know you can never have too many good lawyers for when they overstep their limits.
Isabella Perez (Oct 27, 2011 2:53:21 PM)
Her eyes darken at the mention of the abuse. "That is also another reason why they should be taken by the hand and taught the error of their ways. This whole place reminds me of a party by an adolescent group of these monkeys." She looks around the park with a small sigh. "That is why I come here so often. It reminds me of Before. Quiet, serene... simple."
Elijah Cromwell (Oct 27, 2011 2:56:17 PM)
Hmm, perhaps. I never had much interaction with them or their world before our little uprising began. And I agree that some are worth the time and effort to re-educate and reform, but the majority that I have seen are useful only as pawns and tools in the larger scheme of things.
Isabella Perez (Oct 27, 2011 2:58:09 PM)
She turns to look at him curiously. "They do make useful tools. Mateo has been with me ever since I first escaped, and his skills have saved me on more than one occasion." She gestures to the mp3 player. "He gave me this, when we were on the road."
Elijah Cromwell (Oct 27, 2011 3:01:23 PM)
*Smiles slightly* They do make useful gadgets, there's no denying that. Those of the Third House must find that comforting if nothing else. Though for keeping your beauty safe, I'm sure this Mateo has been silently thanked many times by others.
Isabella Perez (Oct 27, 2011 3:03:07 PM)
She looks over at him and shakes her head. "Actually, no. Most people treat him as, at best, a well-trained dog... at worst, a servant whose only purpose is to worship me. He's much more than that, but don't try to explain that to most of the others in this community. They will think you mad." Her lips quirk at the mention of the third house.
Elijah Cromwell (Oct 27, 2011 3:05:21 PM)
*Shrugs slightly, the gesture causing his shirt to lift and crease before going back to normal* Such is the lot for some in lives. Not everyone can be at the top of the pyramid, after all. So long as he serves you well though, that is the essential component in the whole equation.
Isabella Perez (Oct 27, 2011 3:08:44 PM)
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Isabella Perez (Oct 27, 2011 3:10:43 PM)
"He has served me faithfully and well for almost 2 years." She smiles and looks over at him curiously. "You made mention of the annunaki. Are you one of them?"
Isabella Perez (Oct 27, 2011 3:12:38 PM)
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Elijah Cromwell (Oct 27, 2011 3:13:25 PM)
*Chuckles and shakes his head* Hardly, though I did work with some of their number in the early days of the earth, coordinating efforts of melding fire and earth together for this world's furnace. No, I am a Namaru.
Isabella Perez (Oct 27, 2011 3:15:25 PM)
She nods, then smiles wanly. "A lawyer. I really should have guessed." Shaking her head at herself, she turns to face him on the bench. "So, what are you doing out and about today? Surely you were not merely looking for me..."
Elijah Cromwell (Oct 27, 2011 3:18:10 PM)
*Smirks* Business was slow today, so I left the rest of the paperwork to my assistants and decided to just wander wherever the urge took me. Eventually, it brought me here to the park, and then to this bench. Though I could have been persuaded to spend time looking for you as well, if you would prefer.
Isabella Perez (Oct 27, 2011 3:21:04 PM)
"Why spend your time looking for someone you have already found?" She grins teasingly at him as she unfolds her legs and slides them into the pair of sandals that are sitting in front of the bench, bending over to adjust the heel-strap. Straightening, she looks into his face. "It is getting late and Mateo keeps telling me that I need to remember to eat on my own. Care to join me?"
Elijah Cromwell (Oct 27, 2011 3:23:21 PM)
Because often time it is not the end result that is as much fun as the process of getting there in the first place. *And standing from the bench, sliding his jacket back into place and smoothing out his tie before offering a hand down to her with a charming smile in his lips* And I would be delighted, since I skipped lunch myself.
Isabella Perez (Oct 27, 2011 3:27:10 PM)
She eyes his hand, but lays he own in it and stands up, barely tugging against his fingers as she straightens. Her eyes travel over his suit, then she looks at herself self-consciously. "I do not know where would be ok to take you, dressed like that... but we can always head to this nice pub that is not far from here. They serve a very nice home-brew."
Elijah Cromwell (Oct 27, 2011 3:31:00 PM)
*Chuckles* Afraid the suit might frighten some of the patrons at other places here in the city, I take it? But the pub sounds nice enough, though if you would prefer something a bit more filling there is a nice little steakhouse I know not far out of the way that we can go to, that has some very fine wine to choose from
Isabella Perez (Oct 27, 2011 3:34:58 PM)
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Isabella Perez (Oct 27, 2011 3:37:38 PM)
She laughs softly. "They serve endless fries and some of the best burgers in town. That is more than filling for me. But we will try your steakhouse next time. I am never adverse to a meal, especially when it is with good company." She turns and starts to head out of the park, waiting to make sure he's following.
Elijah Cromwell (Oct 27, 2011 3:40:06 PM)
Deal *Grins and places his hands in the pockets of his slacks before following behind her for a few steps before catching up and matching her stride as best he can given the difference in their heights.* And once we find a secluded enough place there, perhaps you can fill me in a bit more on the local politics so I'm better prepared for when I make my grand appearance.
Isabella Perez (Oct 27, 2011 3:42:23 PM)
She smiles up at him and nods. "Well, the easiest thing to remember is not to make an ass of yourself. I have seen the after-effects of such behaviour, and it is never pretty or pleasent for the community at large. There are two of our kind who apparently did not heed to that lesson and they paid for it."
Elijah Cromwell (Oct 27, 2011 3:46:32 PM)
*Chuckles* Fools and idiots rarely survive long in the realm of politics. Fortunately for me, I intend to have a very long, and profitable career in that arena.
Isabella Perez (Oct 27, 2011 3:49:44 PM)
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Isabella Perez (Oct 27, 2011 3:51:26 PM)
She turns to head to the south, waiting at an intersection to cross. "I am not very well versed in the realms of politics, but I at least know when to behave myself when visiting dignitaries are in town."
Elijah Cromwell (Oct 27, 2011 3:53:05 PM)
*Nods* That's par for the course. Unless of course you have some juicy tidbit of information that you can hang over their heads like the Sword of Damaceles when you talk to them in private. Watching them wiggle is much more enjoyable when you can enjoy the show by yourself the first time.
Isabella Perez (Oct 27, 2011 3:54:55 PM)
"There was someone like that, before you came to town. He was very nice, given who we are... but he was not exactly the most intelligent elohim in creation. He insulted a visition Tyrant, and they killed him for it."
Elijah Cromwell (Oct 27, 2011 3:56:47 PM)
*Snorts* Not too quickly, I hope. They should have made the punishment linger, to ensure that the fool had an oppertunity to properly learn from his mistake and failure before being sent back to the Pit. *The voice still has the same charming tone to it, despite the change in subjects from their earlier discussions in the park*
Isabella Perez (Oct 27, 2011 3:59:58 PM)
She shrugs. "I do not know the details of his punishment, but he was of your house. All I know is that they found his host's body out in the swamp, so disfigured that they almost could not make a positive identification for the human authorities. If he was sent back, maybe next time he will learn his lesson. If not, then at least we do not have to worry about him making the rest of us look foolish in the eyes of our enemies."
Elijah Cromwell (Oct 27, 2011 4:05:50 PM)
Good. I suffer fools poorly, especially those within my own house. We are the eldest of the elohim, so it falls on us to be on our proper behavior as an example. *His eyes moving around slightly to take in the neighborhood they're passing through, in case he wanted to come back to this place again without having to ask directions*
Isabella Perez (Oct 27, 2011 4:08:19 PM)
She turns again and the smell of frying foods mingles with alcohol on a small breeze that blows against their faces. Isabella lifts her head to sniff the air, then smiles. "We're here." Pointing just up ahead at the sign, she grins like a child at halloween.
Elijah Cromwell (Oct 27, 2011 4:10:44 PM)
*Chuckles* You just lit up like a firecracker on the 4th of July, so apparently the food here is much better than you originally let on.
Isabella Perez (Oct 27, 2011 4:12:22 PM)
She grins. "Like I said, endless fries." Walking over to the door, she opens it and hols it open for him, letting out the sounds of rock music onto the streetside. "The first round is on me."
Isabella Perez (Oct 27, 2011 4:12:25 PM)
((room hop))
Isabella Perez (Oct 27, 2011 4:12:28 PM)
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Elijah Cromwell (Oct 27, 2011 4:12:48 PM)
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