Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 1:20:05 PM)
(This user has entered {FQ} Louis Armstrong Park *DtF*) (IP = 71.48.249.247)

Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 1:20:45 PM)
(This user has entered {FQ} Louis Armstrong Park *DtF*) (IP = 140.103.155.101)

Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 1:23:33 PM)
Isabella is sitting under a tree in the park, a blanket spread out underneath her. Clad in a simple pink cotton skirt that hits her about mid-thigh and a white tanktop with a pink and blue butterfly done in beads across her chest, she has her nose buried in a book in her lap. Her jet hair falls down her back, unbound, tossed playfully in the light breeze.

Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 1:24:18 PM)
*Is walking along the sidewalk when he spots Isa in the park. He heads inside and sneaks up behind her, looking over her shoulder*

Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 1:26:29 PM)
Her shoulders twitch faintly as his shadow falls over her and her book. She continues to sit there as if nothing is wrong, turning a page slowly. "/Querido/, if that is you, you should know better than to sneak up on me..."

Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 1:27:23 PM)
Why's that? *Sits down behind her* And what are ya readin'?

Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 1:29:48 PM)
At the sound of his voice, she spins around in place, hand diving under the edge of the blanket before her eyes register who is behind her. Sighing softly, she relaxes and picks up the book that flew out of her lap, smoothing down a creased page. Her voice is breathy, though she laughs sheepishly. "Jack... I thought... well, nevermind." She holds the book out to him with a faint grin. The title is La enciclopedia completa de los Ángeles.

Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 1:30:55 PM)
*Frowns slightly* Now who is it that would wanna hurt you?

Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 1:35:39 PM)
She smiles and shakes her head. "Several people, actually, though most of them are... quite dead..." She gets a pensive look on her face, then grins at him. "But that makes no difference." Scooting over to give him more room on her blanket, she sets her place with a bookmark, closing it and watching him. "So, what brings you out today?"

Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 1:36:53 PM)
Was gonna get some coffee. You read here like this often?

Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 1:38:52 PM)
She looks around at the trees, then returns her gaze to his face. "It is quiet here... peaceful. Now is not my usual time for being out in the park, but I do come here often." She reaches over for her shoes, a pair of flipflops with pink straps. "Would you mind company in your quest for coffee?"

Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 1:39:50 PM)
Yer company? No, not at all. *Smiles and stands, offering his hand down to her once she has her flip flops back on*

Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 1:42:20 PM)
Tucking her feet underneath her, she grabs her book in one hand, and lays her other hand in his, smiling as she pulls to stand up. Dusting her hands off and twitching her skirt into place to make sure she is not flashing anyone, she crouches down to gather up her blanket, shaking the bits of grass, moss and leaves off of it before tucking her book under her chin to free her hands, and folding it into a neat square. Retrieving her book, she smiles up at him. "Mind if we stop by the apartment so I can drop this off?"

Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 1:44:02 PM)
Naw, not at all.

Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 1:44:14 PM)
Want me to carry anything for ya?

Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 1:45:40 PM)
She smiles, shakes her head, and starts walking, heading over toward N Rampart and her apartment. "Thank you, but I have it." Glancing up at him, her head tilts to one side. "Might I ask you something... strange?"

Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 1:46:12 PM)
*Shrugs* Sure. *Walks along with her*

Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 1:48:22 PM)
"Is there something different about me? You came and saw me right after I came back from vacation, Amos and his pet had dinner with me later that night... Not to mention the others of our kind who have called, left messages or emails for me. It just seems like I am suddenly getting a lot of attention." She hugs the book and blanket to her chest. "I am not quite sure why..."

Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 1:50:14 PM)
*Shrugs* Not that I know of. Dunno why the others are wantin' ta hang with ya all the sudden...

Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 1:54:58 PM)
She nods, pausing at the bottom of her stairs. "I will be right back." She then heads up them, slipping her fingers into a small pocket in her skirt and pulling out a silver key. Sliding it into the lock, she opens her door and steps inside, automatically taking her shoes off before heading further in. A few moments later, she reappears at the doorway, pausing to slide her feet back into her shoes. She locks the door and closes it firmly behind her. Over one shoulder is a small pink purse that bounces against her side as she skips down the stairs back to where he is standing. "So, where to?"

Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 1:56:06 PM)
Coffee shop.

Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 1:56:48 PM)
*Looks her over a moment before starting off down the road*

Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 1:59:50 PM)
Catching the look, an eyebrow wings up towards her hairline, but she says nothing about it as they stroll along. "So... I did not see you at the plantation when we went to take care of business..." ((shameless room hop))

Isabella Perez (Jul 10, 2011 2:00:02 PM)
(This user has moved to {FQ} Streets *DtF*) (IP = 71.48.249.247)

Jack Schmidt (Jul 10, 2011 2:00:14 PM)
(This user has moved to {FQ} Streets *DtF*) (IP = 140.103.155.101)