People Watching
After getting his bolthole situated, Alec heads to the Strip to see what there is to see, and to put his finger on the pulse of the city. Wandering the street from end to end, he finds a likely bench and situates himself. He watches...
...a young single mother try to get the shoe back onto her fussing toddler...
...an elderly couple using that rare touch and gesture communication found only among those who have grown completely comfortable with another's prescence...
...a teen boy despairingly looking into the window of a shop beyond his meager means...
...a thirtysomething suit chatting into a cellphone, explaining why she'll be missing her date, another man on her arm...
...a vagrant who loots each rubbish can for recyclables...
The city is like all others, when you boil it down to its base components...the people here are much like the people anywhere else...it is in the recombination that the unique spirit of a place comes out. The Strip is a place of contrasts...ultramodern and electronic jostling tradtitional and archaic for elbow space. But everyone gets a spot at the table...
...smiling to himself, he goes back to his people watching.
Jan...I've only known one other man by that name....similar in build to you but fair haired to your dark. A volleyball player, if I recall. I've never met someone named Nova, so that will be very easy. Likewise, I've not known an Amberelle...so thank you all for having memorable names. Common names confuse issues.
Sadly, I will be unable to return the favor. I'm Alec.
Gesturing with his free hand, he motions to indicate that the collection lead the way, as it was their suggestion and he is still regaining his composure. Remembering the rest of his manners, he shifts his engaged arm into a gentlemanly pose that somewhat reminds him of a falconer's stance...arm level, hand still engaged, indicating that it is the lady's initiative as to the level of contact...not so forward as either offering an elbow or reluctant as disengaging completely, the posture clearly leaves the decision firmly in her hands.
She guided Alec first to the Aston and reached in to grab her keys and bag. A couple of clicks on the remote and the roof was raising and the security system beeping its reactivation. Her beloved Baby safe once more, she glanced over towards Jan and Nova to follow them into the arcade. Despite her comments earlier, she was realizing her feet were starting to bother her a little too, and looked forward to sitting a bit.
Leaning in to Alec she whispered with a little smile, You're from New Orleans, non? I am pretty sure I've seen you before, around DiSalvo's maybe? I've been in there a million times and I think that's where I've seen you.. around there. The blonde was almost positive she had seen him there before. He was definately that quiet, shy guy she'd seen helping Joe many nights when she'd stop off the dispose of her night's haul. That he would remember her was doubtful, she knew, since it was a pretty busy place and she always tried to be a little less memorable when she was on business.
((OOC Feel free to move her, Amby will follow y'all on into the arcade))
"Nice to meet you Alec. And yep, I'm easy!"Â?
That declaration made, she turned in heels that no matter what Amberelle said, she would never quite get used to, took Jan's arm, and headed for the arcade.
/ooc out out, Permission to move Jan
Alec thinks back, sifting through his limited memories for her eyes...and finds them. Very much a contrast to the image before him presently. Fluid in motion, but tense, wound too tightly, but confident that she could handle anything sent her way. The clothing, the missing context, the...parcels.
It clicks together. Beautiful Southern Belle, high society items vanishing without a trace, and an admission to being tied to the local lost toys network. The only other top tier operator in the Southeastern US that he hadn't caught in the act, competed with or given pointers to...and she's here, on his arm, hundreds of miles away from home. No wonder the chain stopped. Of course, that gave him a lot of spending cash before leaving town, so he isn't too bothered by it...other than he feels the irresistable Hand of Fate placing him where he is supposed to be...but for what?
Whispering back, in French...Ah...yes. It took me a minute...you were pretty dressed down when you'd come in for your deliveries...you moved a little differently then, too. But we should probably talk about it later, unless your friends talk shop, too...
Following Nova and Jan, Alec heads toward Electronicka Arecade.
((OOC = Out, Lockable, Continued in Electronika: Good Clean Fun))