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| When: | 29 October 2004 |
| Who: | Alexander, Andy, Bronwen |
| What: | An obvious 'morning' person meets a 'night' person in the park and they converse for a few moments. |
360 - Austin
The area known as simply '360' is probably the richest section of Austin, despite being outside its perimeter highway, with several multi-million dollar residential districts scattered throughout and most especially around Lake Austin. The incredibly fast-growing industries inside the 360 contribute to the affluency of the area. More then a few of Austin's many parks are in this area, providing some very nice views for the rich whose homes overlook them or any traveller who cares to visit.
Breanna York sits on one of the benches scattered throughout the public park. While there is the occasional rougher element meandering home after a long night of carousing, they give the woman a wide berth. Whether it's because of her general presence or past experience is up for debate.
Andy goes entirely unmolested as well, for some reason. Probably because he's got that 'gosh-darn' likable thing down pat, his expression quietly cheerful. Hey, it's a new day. A jacket slung over his shoulder, as he ambles down the path, whistling.
Breanna has her legs stretched out in front of her and her eyes are partially closed. Either the effects of the cup held in one hand haven't kicked in yet or she is indeed relaxing. An open paperbag with a well-known bakery logo stamped on it rests near her hip.
Andy stops conveniently nearby to let a person walking a dog pass, smiling at the walker. The dog pauses to inspect him, and is rewarded with a scratch behind the ears. His eyes flick over, taking note of Breanna, and his eyebrows lift slightly. "Miss, are you all right?"
Breanna's eyes open fully at the question, shifting herself into a more fully seated position. "Quite fine, thank you," she replies with a clear voice. "The day is nice enough to take a few minutes to contemplate it." One booted foot is rested on its opposite knee and the cup-holding hand on the joint of the same leg.
Andy folds his jacket over one arm. "Can't argue with that." He sits down on a bench opposite Breanna's, across the footpath. He watches a jogger go past, his expression still congenitally friendly; if it were a chronic condition, he'd be dead. "Sunsets are nice, and all, but sunrise is never a disappointment."
"Mmm," Breanna agrees noncommitally. "Sunrises are the beginning of a new day, offering a fresh start and possibly a fresh outlook. If one can see the sun, that is. Overcast skies tend to make for a poorer start to the day even though the sun is beyond that mask."
Andy tsks. "Maybe, but it never seems to work out that way for me." He considers Breanna for a moment, then gets up and takes the few paces to cross over the path to her. Offering her his hand. "Andy Chambers," he says by way of greeting.
Bronwen glances at the hand for a few seconds before offering her own. "Breanna York. I don't think I've ever seen you in this park before," she answers with a nod towards the paths.
Roll by Andy: (5) (5) (6)
Andy takes a seat next to Breanna, smiling that same genial way. It's not vapid, but a rare attribute; he evidently likes -people-. "Oh, I'm new to Austin. I'm an investment broker -- mostly small stuff, local startups, even charity projects." He makes a face. "I used to work on Wall Street, but... I found I'm better with actual people rather than papers and numbers."
The dark haired woman simply shakes her head. "Well, as a fair word of warning, be careful where you decide to take a stroll. This park isn't too bad at all most times except the dead of the night," Breanna remarks. "Though there are other places in this city that any sane person would hesitate to walk in after the sun sets."
Andy nods, seriousness submerging the good cheer. "I know. Sometimes, though, you have to go to the dark places if you need to get something done right." His ebullience rises up again. "Fortunately, that's not my line of work, thank goodness. Though if you ever need any help with a retirement plan, I'm the person to come to -- or if you just want to chat over a cup of coffee. I'm a good listener."
"Light can be found in any dark place if one looks hard enough," Breanna comments cryptically. "As for retiring, that's a long ways off. If you need something looked into or feel like an ale, swing by Fadó's sometime. I'm there when not working more often than not.
Andy nods. "No arguments here. I'm not much of a drinker, to be honest, but I'll make a point to stop by. I've heard it's a nice place." Oh brother. "Well, Miss York, it's been a pleasure to make your acquaintance -- I don't have too many friends here yet, though I'm sure that'll change eventually."
Alexander strolls into the park, humming tunelessly to himself. The bum is fiddling with a battered metal lighter, flicking it open and closed. He glances around from time to time, watching people as they move about and around him, not really seeming to be headed in any particular direction.
Breanna finishes off her coffee and stuffs the empty paper bag into the cup. "Actually, it's Detective York, Mister Chambers," she says as she moves off a few feet to dump her trash in the basket. "I'm sure you'll be able to make some friends here in Austin. You seem to be a rather nice guy." The woman glances at the sky to get an estimation of the time. "If you'll excuse me, I need to head in for my shift."
Andy ahhs. "My apologies. Detective York." His eyes glint cheerfully. "Well, that's what people keep telling me. I have no idea why... it's not like I'm doing anything that special. Then again, maybe that says something about how people deal with each other nowadays."
Alexander has noticed the pair talking - and just overheard the bit about Detective. He watches the woman warily, moving up to lean against a lamp post, still fiddling with the lighter. Still, she doesn't seem to have noticed him just yet.
"Maybe what you consider normal, most others would consider it special. You could have a gift, you know," Breanna answers before turning down the path towards the entrance. The roughly dressed man that approached without the woman's notice gets a slightly raised eyebrow, but other than that nothing occurs as she strides away.
Alexander inclines his head a bit to the raised eyebrow, giving the Detective a friendly warm smile. Not TOO strong of one.
Andy smiles at York as she walks off, eyes twinkling. . o O (Perhaps.) Catching sight of the rough-dressed man, he gives a cheery wave as he heads off as well, his stride buoyant. It's a beautiful day, after all.
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