Tasha Ribakov (Jul 6, 2011 11:58:52 PM)
*Looks her over once more, drawign further conclusions from the littel words and the littel hints in her appearance. But she does not make it her business.* Sure, that would be nice. *says half-heartedly, not trying to appear demanding or like a parasite she jsut caught with her phone.*

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 12:00:39 AM)
((hang on, gotta go afk for a bit... i will be right back, promise!))

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 12:01:28 AM)
((no worries.))

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 12:22:31 AM)
Pulling her phone back out, she taps on the screen for a little while, obviously looking up the nearest taxi service contact number. "So, what brings you out this late at night?"

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 12:25:26 AM)
*shrugs again, keeping her hands in her pockets* Just catching up with friends gone late. And you? *she asks casually, even she thinks she knows the answer, and may not even like hearing it. She focuses her big eyes on the face of the woman, even if she was not looking her way.*

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 12:30:12 AM)
"Walking helps me clear my mind. There was a party going on at my local park, and I did not feel like it would be appropriate for me to intrude." She shrugs. "So, I came out here until I could think clearly again. Today has been very... confusing." Her eyes narrow, then widen. "Ah, here is one. /Uno momento, por favor/." She dials and holds the phone up to her ear, waiting for someone to answer. After a few moments, she gives them the address of where the two women are standing and states that there are two passengers, then hangs up.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 12:31:48 AM)
*waits for her to be done with the call, and brings up a hint of a grin when she closes the phone.* Oh, really? What area is that? I thought all the partying ended the night after independence and that was two night ago.

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 12:34:14 AM)
"The Louis Armstrong Park, just north of North Rampart. I do not think this was in response to the American holiday of independence, but merely a party for a group of young men and women." She smiles brightly at the girl, sliding the phone back into her pocket. "Why did they not offer to call you a cab, these friends of yours? Such companions to allow a young woman to wander around by herself this late at night must not really be that concerned for your safety..."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 12:38:08 AM)
That's something to say, comign from a young AND pretty woman wandering around by herself. *her grin widens* I could wonder about your friends alike, but honestly...mine are so low life they don't own phones. And evn more honestly, I didn't evn think of asking, before I walked a few miles in the dark first. Thanks, by the way.

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 12:41:07 AM)
She chuckles faintly. "Yes, but I can promise that my youthful appearance has caught off-guard many a would-be attacker in this fair city. And my friends know that I am more than capable of taking care of myself." She smiles a bit secretively before headlights flash around the corner, heading towards them. She watches the car for a moment, then returns her attention back to the girl when it turns out to be a regular passenger car and not their ride. "So, if we are going to be riding together, then might I ask your name?"

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 12:43:26 AM)
*takes a hand out of her pocket and extends it to the slightly shorter-than-her woman. It felt strange to her to be greeting someone downwards, and she seems amusedly awkward about it.* I'm Tasha. And you?

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 12:46:24 AM)
She grasps the hand gently and smiles, inclining her head. "I am Isabella, though most just call me Bella. A pleasure to meet you, Tasha." Slowly withdrawing her hand, she looks around at the deserted street for a moment. "So, where do you live?"

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 12:52:02 AM)
*gestures with the now free hand towards the east* Down that way, not far from the docks. *then she slips her hand back into her pocket, and pulls her shoulders up so that her hair spreads wider over them.* But I haven't been here for long. Not really used to big cities yet. It can be quite nice, I recon.

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 12:52:45 AM)
"So you are not from the city?" She leans against the lamppole, hands slipped into the backpockets of her jeans. "Where are you from?"

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 12:55:54 AM)
North, not too far from the border to Canada. *from her tone she can tell it is a subject the least interesting to her. She eyes the other woman curiously to make her the subject instead.* You said you take care of yourself alright? Is there like...a place where you learned that? You talk about martial arts and self defence, right? Because you don't look like you had learned much from the streets and that's a compliment.

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 12:57:08 AM)
She blushes faintly, smiling. "Thank you. But, no, nothing so exotic as martial arts. I have... other talents. Many of which are probably best not spoken about in polite copmpany..."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 1:01:03 AM)
*hms. And desides not to pry further.* Too bad. I wouldn't mind knowing some of that stuff....or atleast where to learn it. *She produces a pack of cigarettes from her pocket. She flips it open and offers towards her*

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 1:02:15 AM)
She shrugs and pulls one out, rolling the end between her finger and thumb for a moment before sliding it between her lips, waiting for the lightly. "Thank you. And I could show you some stuff, but it would require you being able to handle certain weapons..."

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 1:02:20 AM)
((the lighter*))

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 1:05:06 AM)
*takes one cigarette and sticks it between her lips before she closes the pack and drops it back in her pocket.* you mean somethign liek this? *she asks casually and opens her jacket jsut enough to flash the end of her Llama, sticking from under her belt and giving a soft shine in the lamplight. She holds it on display jsut logn enough to be sure she gets it, and then tugs the jacket back aroudn herself and finally brings out a lighter.*

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 1:07:00 AM)
She quirks a brow, then shrugs. "I suppose that will work, in a pinch. But what do you do if someone is punching at you? A gun works well for long-range combat, but less than 5 meters and my knives win almost every time."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 1:09:01 AM)
Yes, that's why I am not happy with jsut this. *flicks the lighter on and reaches it to her cig, her own bouncng between her lips while she speaks with a slightly muffled tone* Besides, you don't shoot peoepl dead if they trethen you, do you? You ought to give them a chanse to know their mistake, right?

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 1:10:27 AM)
She chuckles lightly, leaning over to light her own from the flickering flame, sucking on the tip before leaning back to exhale up towards the glowing light. "Yes, but it is generally a good idea to only give them one extra chance to know their mistake. After that, the lesson is learned only through some form of pain..."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 1:14:19 AM)
How right you are. *she mumbles and lights her own cig, slips the lighter away, and inhales through the pipe of paper and leaves before taking it out of her mouth* We're on the same level on this, definately. I'd rather carve a pussy to their forehead than just_kill_ them. Just makes me sad to be not the brawler enough to get that close and get out of it too.

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 1:15:31 AM)
"Ah, well... if /that/ is what you are concerned about, I know my way around a knife fairly well." She takes another drag on the tobacco, exhaling with her eyes on the other girl.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 1:19:08 AM)
*blows out some smoke, and gives her another look up and down, through the cloud that slowly fades away between them. Then she smirks.* Well I believe you, strangely enough. *Says while dipping her cig over nothing, dropping the ash to the ground.* So you live the same way I do? You said there will be two for the taxi.

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 1:21:25 AM)
She shrugs and shakes her head. "I live just a couple blocks north of here, but since you were out alone and had not caught a taxi before now, that you probably do not have the funds on you to pay the fare." She holds her hands out, bowing with a cheeky grin. "So, I am your bankcard for the trip." Peering up at the girl from the lowered position, her green eyes flash with mirth.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 1:23:48 AM)
Fair enough. *says with a shrug and takes yet another pull of smoke to her mouth* This sure is a friendly city. Is it the climate or what that makes people so warm and generous?

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 1:26:16 AM)
"You are asking the wrong person, Tasha. I am not from here, so I am just as confused by it as you are." Looking back up the street, she spots headlights again. As they get closer, she takes another long drag on her cigarette. "I think this is our ride." It turns out that she is correct, as the yellow cab pulls up to the curb. The driver rolls down the window and leans over, looking up at the two women. "Ya'll gun' finish dose b'fer ya git in he-yah. Dun' need no cigs stankin' up mah cah."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 1:28:15 AM)
*smiles to the driver* No biggie, biggie. *then she turns to Bella and tiltsher head* The taxi always comes when you'r in the middle of a cig, doesn't it? *with that, she drops hers to the groudn and dumps what is left of it undr her boot*

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 1:30:02 AM)
She smiles and shrugs, taking one last pull off before lifting her foot to scrub out the glowing tip on the bottom of her shoe, pocketing the rest of it. "In every city, in every country... they have an uncanny sense of bad timing." Reaching over, she opens the back passenger door for Tasha, sweeping her arm out with an elaborate bow. "Your chariot awaits, /señorita/."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 1:32:04 AM)
Thanks. *She dives in and scoots to the other side, then peers back at her with an askign look* Sorry, I didn't quite get wether you were going to join me for the ride or not?

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 1:35:40 AM)
She grins and slides in beside Tasha, closing the door. "Of course. How else would I pay for your ride?" She smiles at the driver warmly. "The lady needs us to take her home, then myself. Will that be a problem?" He shakes his head. "Naw, 'course nawt." Flicking his eyes to Tasha, he continues. "Ware to?"

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 1:37:35 AM)
*leans forward for a better streetview, and to peer through the front mirror at the driver* Aaaaa just..drive towards the docks for now, I'll help you further when we get there. *then she leans back in her seat and even buckles herself up* Hope you don't live the opposite way, Bella.

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 1:39:04 AM)
He shakes his head. "Ah gotta havea destination, hun." Holding up a notebook, he taps it with a pencil. "Fer mah logs. Mah boss'll dock pay if'n ah dun' put in da destination."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 1:40:31 AM)
Ohhh, shoot..*she runs her hand up her face, and into her hair to push it back over her head while she thinks.* Well just...anywhere near the docks will be fine. Sorry I don't know the exact address, sir.

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 1:43:57 AM)
"D'ya know what part of the docks? Dey'r all over the place. Ninth Ward, ov'r in da Lakeview, in the Kew-arter? Gotta give mah sum'in ta work wid, chere." Isabella leans over and says something to him, handing him her card. He looks between the two women, then shrugs and slides it into the meter and starts driving, leaving her to lean back against the backseat, muttering softly to herself.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 1:45:51 AM)
*huffs, giving the driver the look that says 'WTF, DUH!", but instead she doesn't say anything, jsut lets Bella take over as she seems to know what she is doing.* Thanks. *she murmurs to her.*

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 1:47:11 AM)
She smiles faintly. (softly) "Some people ask far too many questions for their own good. And I am about to be one of them. There are no houses near the docks... so why are we going there?" She peers curiously at the young woman.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 1:50:23 AM)
*leans her elbow on the very narrow ledge in front of the window class and rubs her hand to the back of her head, looking to Bella.* Well I didn't say AT the docks, I said BY. It's a very wide definition, and I rather keep it that way. No offense. *she smiles a little*

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 1:51:54 AM)
She watches the girl curiously while the streets slide by, then shrugs. "As you wish." The car comes to the river's edge and the driver turns to look at her again. "Layft er raht?"

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 1:55:00 AM)
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Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 2:01:17 AM)
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Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 2:01:37 AM)
((grr... idiot java crashed on me... can you repost, please?))

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 2:03:02 AM)
((no problem. I have a question, to specify locations. The docks is at Lower Ninth ward, right? The green area next to French town?))

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 2:04:53 AM)
((it runs parallel to Peters Street, on the otherside of the railroad tracks...))

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 2:06:43 AM)
(9I see nto Peter's street on the map. I surely am lost =P))

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 2:08:19 AM)
((As long as it is in the lower Ninth ward area, I'm happy. If not, tel me now))

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 2:08:56 AM)
((hang on, lemme pull up a different map.... >.< screw it, it's in the Lower 9th... because i said so, dangit :P ))

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 2:08:57 AM)
((because I see no ninth ward on the map. Only Lower ninth ward))

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 2:09:10 AM)
((it's confusing))

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 2:09:38 AM)
Go over the bridge to holy Cross.

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 2:11:49 AM)
((I see it... ok, yeah, the lower 9th is just north of Holy Cross, across Rt 46 and 39... anyway, game on)) Rolling the window of the taxi down, she smiles when it tugs at the whispy flyaways of her hair. "I still cannot get used to the different sights and smells of living in this city."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 2:13:09 AM)
How long have you been here? *bites her nails, then catches herself doign so and puts her hand away*

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 2:14:27 AM)
She turns to Tasha and smiles. "Total, only a couple of months. I moved here back in November, but had to leave town to take care of some business. I only just returned a few weeks ago..."

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 2:15:07 AM)
((shameless room-hop :) ))

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 2:15:39 AM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 2:15:44 AM)
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