1080/At the dark and eerie park

At the dark and eerie park
Date of Scene:	10 April 2020
Location:	Park
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Pamela Isley, Blake Riviere

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Pamela Isley has posed:
The sun is going down on Central Park, which is a busy place in New York City. The wind is picking up a little bit and a stiff, cool breeze blows down the from above, chilling those down below ominously. Pamela sits alone on a park bench and doesn't seem to be in any hurry to leave, unlike some others, who are attempting to get home with their kids. She is sitting underneath a lamp which begins to flick and that causes her to look up at it. A few drops of rain begin to waft through the air but Pamela doesn't really pay it much mind. A park hiker cuts across the grass and steps on a flower (accidentally) while he takes a shortcut, probably in a rush like the other people. Pamela frowns at him, "Hey, watch where you're going!" she lets out. The man looks at her strangely.

Blake Riviere has posed:
Sunlight doesn't actually reduce reduce Blake to a pile of scattered ash, something she was rather grateful for...but it was uncomfortable. Eyes and nature adjusted to night don't really like the intensity of the sun and it always left her feeling...lethargic at best. Thankfuly, it was going down and the evening was upon them, soon enough she'd be feeling well enough to go about her night.

Of course, she cut a strange figure as she walked, wrapped her her black outfit interlaced with those red ties, a parasol tucked over her shoulder. These days such a look was probably written off as 'weird but not abnormal' in New York, but the woman hardly minded. As that light flit of rain begins to fall, the chastizing from the woman at the bench diverts her eyes her way and she absently switches path, headed towards the exchange.

Pamela Isley has posed:
The thunder overhead rumbles quietly but there isn't much rain to accompany it. The small dusting continues but the little droplets are driven through the air by the gust of wind that passes through. Pamela is dressed casually with jeans and a sweatshirt, not looking at all like a troubled supervillain. She stands up quickly as the man tries to walk past her little bench, "Where you going...? You can't even watch where you're stepping," she tells the man. "Lady, buzz off. You're crazy!" he says and continues to walk off.

Blake Riviere has posed:
She'd spotted it, but of course she had. Every moment of fading light brought with it a return to inhuman senses for the vampiress. Exhaling a breath of delight, she finally approaches close enough to intercede with the path and spot the flower, crushed as it was. A little pause, her gaze meets the man's and tilting her head to the side.

"Perhaps you should feel some guilt, for damaging something so beautiful people have put care into, no?"

It was likely just as unnerving, but a little flare of red and hypnotic suggestion behind her words added to it all.