997/Park Appointment

Park Appointment
Date of Scene:	17 June 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Ravager, Jericho

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Ravager has posed:
It is morning in New York Central Park and the birds are out. There are a few people jogging and moving through the park, including Rose Wilson. Stopping at a bench, Rose Wilson checks her ankle near her jeans to make sure a sharp dagger is secure and hidden from view. She stands up and looks up and down the pathway, thinking maybe she shouldn't have made the meeting this early, although she loves jogging through the park when nobody is around to annoy her. Putting a hand on her hip, Rose cautions herself against getting too annoyed, then starts down the path again to find this mysterious Joseph. She heads around the bend.

Jericho has posed:
Joe has been looking forward to the meeting, though he's nervous. He took care with his appearance, given how important it is to him. His curly hair is pulled back to something almost neat and he's wearing jeans, a tight white t-shirt that shows off his lean but muscular chest and over that a hipster-worthy vintage suit vest, which gives him a place to put his stuff without carrying a bag or bulging out the pockets of his jeans. His low, sturdy boots are a bit out of place in the outfit, but very practical. On close inspection, a thin pink line of scar tissue runs from ear to ear across his throat, old and almost invisible. To a mercenary's trained eye, his movements are loose and fluid and trained. He looks like a civilian and moves like somebody trained to fight. But it's obvious he's there for something else, given the two steaming cups of vanilla latte, one in either hand. He sits down at a bench just around the bend from Rose, not seeing her yet, putting the coffee down next to him. He's smiling faintly.

Ravager has posed:
Walking around the bend, Rose Wilson pads down the path casually, though her movements are careful and practiced, like the time she balanced herself on the roof before dropping down into a military bunker to fight everybody. She wears a pair of cute boots too! The cowboy boots are an excellent hiding place for daggers, tacks, tiny lil smoke bombs, and other equipment. Rose stops at the bench and takes note of Joseph there, thinking he's the target she's looking for from her emails. She puts a hand on her hip and says, "Hi."

Jericho has posed:
Looking up, Joe smiles. His features are youthful and handsome, almost pretty, but he tries to scruff that up a little. He stands slowly, hands open and spread a little bit. He knows what Rose does for a living, at least a little. And he's had a lifetime of dealing with their father and Slade's world. He signs, "Hi! Rose?" and then, with a chagrinned expression, holds up a finger in a universal 'wait a second' gesture before fishing his smartphone out of his vest and tapping an app. A second later, a smooth, youthful baritone comes from the phone as he repeats himself, "Rose?" That subdermal implant and the vocalizer app are worth every penny.

Ravager has posed:
Rose Wilson lifts her chin a little and doesn't smile at first, "Hi", she says again. She's told her "brother" that she works at the nearby club The Tunnel kicking everyone's ass who gets out of line, and she likes it. "I'm not sure what to say," she adds. She looks at the smartphone and the app and her brother's disability, though it's hard to judge what she thinks or feels. It's hard to judge Rose with everything, "How are you today?" she blurts out.

Jericho has posed:
It's really obvious that Joe is considering going in for a hug. Despite the Wilson name, he's a hugger. But in the end, he decides not to make Rose uncomfortable. He reaches down and grabs the coffees as 'his' voice, smooth, generic, American broadcaster accented, like an actor, continues, "Hi! And I'm good. Thanks for meeting with me. I brought coffee. There's this guy who makes it Turkish style then adds fresh vanilla and milk at the other end of the park. It's strong but great." He offers Rose both cups to let her take her pick. There is something almost puppyish about his enthusiasm and cheer. This is apparently not a guy who stays down very much.

Ravager has posed:
Rose Wilson takes one of the coffee cups into her hand and looks at it, "Turkish coffee," she repeats, which maybe thinks of the time she "borrowed" Slade's exploves and blew up a jeep convoy in Turkey, but she doesn't tell her brother that. Maybe she's a little embarrassed. "It's cool," she adds and looks back at Joseph, "Sometimes I jog in the park. When it's not crowded," she explains, "Are you gonna be in New York for a while?" she asks, picturing her fantasy for a normal life in her head.

Jericho has posed:
Sipping his coffee, Joe lets the hot, sweet and damned strong brew play on his tongue for a moment. He loves the flavor. And the relative quiet of the day. And meeting his sister! He looks back to Rose and says, "I should get in the habit. And yeah, I'm starting college here this fall. Art history. Because I kind of feel that if I'm not disappointing Dad, I'm not trying hard enough." There is some mischief in his simulated voice at that, but also a hint of sadness. He sits down on the bench, leaving room for Rose and says, "So tell me about yourself!"

Ravager has posed:
Rose Wilson sits down on the bench and crosses her legs, putting her hand on the rustic wood, while she attends her Turkish coffee. "Well, I'm just working. Keeping busy. Kinda boring," she explains, not mentioning her demolitions job or the mercenary work, "This rock totally dented my Harley the other day so I had to take it in," she explains, then purses her lips because she sounds so dumb. "God, I sound like a f****n suburbanite," she says disappointedly.

Jericho has posed:
Joe gives a silent laugh as he says, "I AM a suburbanite! And you don't sound half as boring. You've got a Harley! And you're a bouncer! My sister is more of a badass than I am. How am I going to explain it to all the other guys in the art club?" Yep, he's grinning as he says it. Apparently Joe is pretty secure in his masculinity. "The coffee is good, right?" He takes another sip. Nope. Nothing like this back home. "So any tips for living in the big city?"

Ravager has posed:
Rose Wilson finally chuckles at Joe's act, whether from finding his naive attitude funny, or just refreshing, "Oh you work at an art club?" she asks, wondering more about the high class life, "So you like the high class life, huh?" she says appreciatively, and smiles a little. Her smile fades slightly as she grows quiet, "Hey Joe, Dad knows where I live and everything, so I dunno what you think of him."

Jericho has posed:
Joe shrugs and says, "Right now, I'm looking for work. And, well, my Mom, she wanted me to see the other side of things. The stuff not in Dad's world. So she made sure I learned art and music and all that stuff. And I like it. I'm not the next Banksy or anything, but I do okay." He swallows his coffee at the mention of their father and shrugs. "I'm going to school on a trust from him. And let's be real, I could be living in a cabin in Alaska and if Dad wanted to find me, he'd find me." He considers the question, "If you're asking if I hold a grudge about this?" He runs a thumb along his scar in the classic 'cut-throat' gesture. "No. Well, maybe a little. But I respect him even if I wish he did something else for a living. And he's family. You don't just throw away family."

Ravager has posed:
Rose Wilson squints a little and brushes her white hair back, "Okay," she says plainly and this time vocalizes how she feels. "I thought maybe you'd say you hate his guts and wanna f****n kill him," she says and shrugs, "Well okay, I mean, you have me and if you get in trouble, I'll come kick ass and bail you out," she explains, making it sound pretty easy. She then smiles innocently and adds, "Yeah, this'll be f****n awesome," she says and tries to swat Joseph on the shoulder playfully, being a swearing, kickass girl.

Jericho has posed:
Joe blinks at that idea, killing Deathstroke and shakes his head. "Even if I could, and that's a mountain of 'if', he's my father. I just want him to retire and stop ... doing what he does." Because saying 'killing people' isn't a good plan, even on a secluded bench in the park. He grins as Rose continues and takes that swat on the shoulder with another silent laugh, playfully rocking sidewise as though Rose hit him hard. He puts his coffee cup down and signs, as well as letting his app speak for him, his way of showing how deadly serious he is, even when smiling, "It is! I'm glad to find you, Rose. You're family too. And anything I can do for you, let me know. But don't worry about me, I'm tougher than I look."

Ravager has posed:
Rose Wilson gives a nod to what he says, although what she thinks is better said, "He's stuck in his ways. He'll never f****n change," she explains. She shifts on the bench and takes another sip of her Turkish coffee as she sits there. "Okay, thanks. Do you work late? Or stay up late? Maybe you could meet me after my shift sometime and we could talk," she explains.

Jericho has posed:
Shrugging, still smiling faintly, "Never say never. It could happen. Admittedly, we're probably more likely to see Batman dress up like a ballerina on Youtube first. But you never know." He tilts his head a little and then nods, "I'd love that. And hey, I'm a 'Bohemian' right now. That's artist for 'bum'. I can match any schedule. So yeah, I'd love that. And when I'm composing or painting, I tend to stay up late anyway."

Ravager has posed:
Rose Wilson stands up from the bench and smiles, "Okay great, sorry about my hours," she explains, "Thanks for the coffee. Hey, email me if you need somethin," she adds as she stands there.

Jericho has posed:
Standing with Rose, Joe grins and shrugs. "Hey, at least you've got a job." He throws caution to the wind and goes in to give his newly-found sister a hug. Quick, if she allows it, but including a brotherly pat on the back. "And same here. If you need anything, let me know. I'll email you with all my contact info and all that. We can hang out and have bad breakfast food after your shift then run it off in the park."

Ravager has posed:
Rose Wilson smirks a bit as Joseph hugs him like an artsy fartsy, "Yeah okay," she says blandly. She pats him on the shoulder, and that's about all she can muster, "Yeah, email me," she says and smiles politely. She then walks off.