3750/Better of in there

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Better of in there
Date of Scene: 08 October 2020
Location: Woodlawn Cemetery
Synopsis: Jackie meets Jane in the cemetery, talking about life and then someone is coming for Jackie.
Cast of Characters: Jackie Estacado, Jane Foster




Jackie Estacado has posed:
Woodlawn Cemetery: 2 pm

Jackie is standing over a headstone, looking down at it <Danny Estacado>. He is dressed in a long black trenchcoat; his hand is holding a cigarette blowing smoke into the air, a look of rage on his face."Fuck you." His fingers is aimed down at the grave, as he leans forward slowly his right foot resting on the gravestone, as he shakes his head."I hate you, and the things you have done to me, you fucker."

The voice is cold, low, menacing as his foot kicks at the cheap gravestone again, in a pair of expensive, leather loafers. He is dressed under that coat in a fine, Italian suit, black with a silver tie. Something that would cost a pretty penny, as he spits on the ground, walking over to the bench to sink into it now, as he stares at that fucking grave, his middle finger coming up towards it, as he digs into his pocket to find his smokes.

Jane Foster has posed:
Afternoon brings a possibility for Jane to escape from work for a stroll. Woodlawn Cemetery is already changing with the seasons, ruby and copper leaves starting to crisp up and tumble down in piles. Browned grass crunches underfoot, the branches that sway overhead, adding a swing to her step and a lightness to her spirit. The next appointment is a ways off, freeing her up to enjoy the last vestiges of autumn before it all goes downhill from here. Maybe it already has.

Still, with a coffee in a Contigo thermal cup in one hand, she meanders past headstones to those dead and gone. No need to tell off anyone. The sights of the moss-crusted headstones or the tall marble cenotaphs have their advantage in being quiet, and she has a few small chrysanthemums tucked together as an offering for wherever she might intend to spend a very late lunch. Or, given she's the director of the Hayden Planetarium, breakfast. Time is variable for those who peer into the night sky, staring into the dark, aware of what stares back. The brunette's course weaves between the grass and the trails, giving a mobile and audible course when the crunching gravel meets her soles. She has no reason to be soft-shoeing it, after all. Not right away, as it is.

Jackie on the horizon resolves to another person, maybe a mourner, and she initially gives him a bit of a berth out of that silent understanding of elevators and cemeteries: eye contact is optional at best.

Jackie Estacado has posed:
<Jackie, this is a waste of time.>

Jackie's head snaps up, as his eyes move around, not yet use to the voice. As he looks right at the woman, his eyes deep filled with pain, but that passes now cold as ice. That pack of marb reds is found as he tilts it, grabbing the falling cigarette as he spins it, placing it between his teeth, his right hand is brought out a lighter with the American flag on it, on the other side. <Fuck Commies!>

Three flicks of the lighter, till it sparks up as he leans forward, taking a long inhale of the bitter smoke, as he slides to his feet now, walking to the grave to kick it once more."Fuck you, old man!" His voice is more passioned as he turns to walk to Jane, watching her with a boyish grin."Hey there, Pretty."

Jane Foster has posed:
The woman looks much like any other New Yorker, even if she's a transplant. Bundled up in a fall coat, wearing boots in case of puddles, skinny jeans and a coffee. In short, the vox populi manifested in a human form, entirely mundane. There are far more exotic or exciting people; she may hold a Nobel in her name, but her ex happens to be an alien prince, so there's that. Marlboro's and rage held at a distance don't immediately seep through, though she might catch something of it. The hindbrain remembers things. It knows the stance is dangerous, it reckons on trouble. When the hairs on the back of her neck go up, stirred from flatness, she pulls her coat collar a little closer and abandons the idea of a found.

A gleam of gold-toned metal at her wrist hides beneath the sleeve of her shirt, and the lock of hair fallen from her ears, she tucks back. The stench of tobacco permeates the air like the woodsmoke of fires long ago, owned by few residents now. Watching Jackie give a last snide remark to the dead, she doesn't quite comment. The weight of her gaze follows him as he approaches, lifting, the sip of tea reinforcing a nodule of warmth where the cold is coming in. "I hope you gave him what-for." Hey, sound like a pirate, it's all good. "I'm sorry if I interrupted anything."

Jackie Estacado has posed:
<Jackie, we have work to do.>

Jackie grins at the girl, there is a moment of a grimace, right when she says the what for, as he shakes his head."Dead, ain't got nothing to do but be fucking dead, ya know. But it makes me feel a little fucking better, aint' that the truth." The voice is pure New York, as he exhales the smoke away from the girl, his hand is brushing back his hair, as he grins at her."Nah, not interrupting shit, it's one of those fucking days, ya know."

That cigarette is aimed towards that grave, as he flicks it with force, somehow managing to bounce off of it, as it burns out on the center of the grave."I'm Jackie, ya?" His hands shoved deep into his long black duster, as he watches the world, as if she does not matter.

<Stop wasting time, Jackie. We have work to do!>

Jane Foster has posed:
She has the rolling cadences of a Pacific Northwesterner, rather than the rough open-ended consonants of a Bostonian or someone from Brooklyn. It all fits together well enough, a friendly tone rather than something bridled by distrust or dismissal. Not one of those snooty WASPs from the Upper East Side, either. Content to listen, she nods as he speaks and blows out smoke like a narrow, dark chimney. "Definitely feels like one of those days. Maybe a year of 'those days,'" she admits, giving a bit of a smile marked by awareness it's not all stars and sunshine. Another sip of tea is modest, but sufficient to keep her warm. "You get the last word, at least, so that's a plus in your column."

The wind slides back and forth through the trees, winding around the monuments to those passed, some beloved and others despised. So many forgotten, and the simmering embers aren't finding purchase immediately to ignite a firestorm. "Jane," she says, and that might connect the dots for someone -- anyone -- scientifically inclined. If not, hardly the end of the world. "Nice to meet you. Hope things look up from here on out. It's usually the case when I leave here, anyway."

Jackie Estacado has posed:
<Jackie, Jackie.>

A look of displeasure slowly passes over his face, as he bites his bottom lip. Jackie is distracted as he waves his hand in front of his face, as if trying to rid himself of a bad smell or a thought."Nah, it's all downhill from here, sister, we are on da highway to hell, but maybe ya highway will be better den mine ya know."

His hand is reaching into his pocket, to produce a beat-up cheap smartphone, as he reads a txt, sliding it back into his pocket."Work is good at least, that is a good thang, right? So, Jane, whatcha do with your time? I solve issues and problems for my family."

Jane Foster has posed:
She can't hear the voice on the other side, the cajoling beyond her ken. So for Jane, it's another beautiful day in a sliver of green remaining in the city, where so much turns to watery piers or high-rises charging way too much for rent or mortgages. None of that here, where the going rate for a narrow bed six feet under seems to be a one-time price. Briefly distracted from the text message being checked, she looks back. "I try to answer unsolved questions about space," she says. A curl of a smile widens. "Astrophysics in particular. Solving issues, that's an interesting job. You must get to do a lot of different tasks that way, and engage with people all over."

Jackie Estacado has posed:
Jackie nods his hand, slowly sliding out of his pockets, throwing his hands up into the air, with a little chuckle."Ain't much to it, but killing time ya know, finding the right way to solve it, it's fun. Science, always hated that shit in school, never could wrap my fucking head around it." His hand is brought out another phone; this one is more expensive, iPhone, as he looks down at it for a moment, with a little chuckle."Sadly, I got a meeting, and I would love to grab a drink sometime, can I grab ya number?"

Jane Foster has posed:
"Most people know much more about science and math than they realize. It's in life, but we never learned it that way." The brunette tucks her travel mug against her hip and then fishes around in her pocket, coming up with her phone. Sliding the case open reveals a small recess where she keeps a few business cards. Yes, in her world, they're still used pretty extensively. Slipping one out reveals a crisp blue border, a few rings of a stellar design as old as the Renaissance embossed on it. "Here, easier than trying to do the number exchange without a pen or anything awkward. Pleasure. Have a good one?"

Jackie Estacado has posed:
Jackie nods slowly rushing forward he seems to distrubed, he seems bother all of a sudden. Climbing into the brand new bmw, as he takes off into the afternoon.

<Jackie, your an idiot. They are coming, I feel them.>

Moments later, a woman dresed in a business suit arrives, long blond hair walking to the grave, that Jackie left to stare down at it, as she is waiting as if she just missed the man here, but than she too is walking off, into the cemteray itself.