Kenzi [005] Video

[onteamdyson]

[Oh hey, it's Kenzi! She appears to be sitting on a bench... outside... with the sun setting and snow falling softly. Is she crazy?! At least she's bundled up and in layers, even if her bunny hat looks really stupid. There's some statue or something behind her, looks like a lady. She's definitely sitting in the cemetery, just chillin']

Hey biatches! So... not that I'm being totally nostalgic or homesick or anything, because that shit is for pussies, but-- [She winces, adjusting her position so she's supporting her right arm with her left. It tilts the video a bit.]

Which of you crazy freaks has never seen snow before? Anyone? Just remember that in a pinch, socks CAN be used as mittens. I'm willing to field any basic questions about this poor, misguided imitation of Canadian weather.



((ooc: She's literally just sitting around in the cemetery thinking about dark junk. Feel free to go up and bug her.))

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( video )

[gleans]

[ Well here's Galen, leaning back against a wall. He's sitting at her drumkit, but she doesn't need to know that! ] ... Are you in a cemetery?

( voice )( after sunset )

[indiscreet]

People haven't seen snow around here? Surely the future hasn't changed that much... though I suppose other climates might do it.

[ a pause, then, amused: ] Pleasant seating you've found yourself, there.

( video )

[onteamdyson]

Yyyyyyyep. I appear to be in the only cemetery we have here. Nice guess, stalker. Quit being a lazy butt and make some make snow angels with me!

[gleans]

Uh, I'm not getting one of my only pairs of jeans wet. Buuut I can come keep you company?

( voice )

[onteamdyson]

Yeah, that's what I mean. Climates and shit. Don't think it snows too much in Texas... if ... there's anyone from Texas around here.

[She shrugs] It's peaceful.

[onteamdyson]

WEAR SNOWPANTS! Come on!

[Hmph. But she's smirking a bit] Okay, fine. Don't forget your hat!

[gleans]

When was the last time you saw a rock star in snowpants? [ Grin. HE KIDS. ] Got it, got it.

[ Just give him a few minutes as he cuts the feed, puts stuff on and heads for... uh, where he thinks he remembers the cemetery being. HE'LL FIND IT. ]

( voice )

[indiscreet]

It's...nice enough, I suppose.

...I also don't suppose we've really spoken, though I've seen you some of your postings.

I'm Anna, by the way. [ from the sound of her voice, she's fairly young, and English perhaps isn't her first language: she mostly sounds American, but there's a bit of something Russian in her consonants ]

[onteamdyson]

[It's not that hard to spot when you see the church. The bench Kenzi's claimed as her own is just off the main path. The statue behind her is actually an angel perched on a tombstone, looking serene. Kenzi's more than okay with waiting patiently.

She smiles brighter when she finally sees him, waving a purple-mitten-clad hand in his direction.]

[gleans]

[ Thankfully, Galen's smart enough to head for the steeple, and lo and behold, there's the cemetery. He sees the angel first, then around it -- the waving hand! He smiles and tugs his scarf down a little - why you gotta fog up glasses, scarves - then tugs at one of his gloves when he sees that the bench has a bit of snow on it. ]

Hey, come here often?

( voice )

[onteamdyson]

Woah. Anna-banana number two. [She salutes with her mitten'd hand, smiling softly.] Kenzi. But you obvi know that if you've been stalking my vids! Nice to meet you and junk.

[onteamdyson]

Oh. My. God. You did not just say that. Not even as a joke, dude. Just because you're a rockstar, doesn't mean you don't need ORIGINAL pickup lines to get a fine-ass honey like me.

[The Kenzi also has a bit of snow on it. There's a layer forming on the bunny hat. She doesn't seem to care. MAN UP, GALEN!]

[gleans]

Good thing I'm shackled, then, huh? [ A-pffff. He brushes the thin layer of snow off the bench and then gently whacks her folded arm with his pulled-off glove, then sits. ]

[onteamdyson]

Yeah, totes. He's a lucky guy-- [FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!]

[Kenzi squeezes her eyes shut, sucking in a sharp breath. She's pretty much gotten used to the constant pain in her arm, but bumping it on stuff or accidentally hitting on it still takes her by surprise sometimes. She cradles it closer to her body, pulling her legs up to sit with them folded in front of her, and hunches forward.]

[gleans]

[ Wow, wow, he's pretty sure his heart stops for a second there. Galen scooches back on the bench and turns enough to face her, hands going up, eyes wide. ] Hooooooly -- holy shit, sorry, are you okay? What'd I do?

[onteamdyson]

Nothing! Nothing, it's fine!

[Soooo fine. The pain subsides to its usual dull ache in no time. She rocks back and forth a little until she can sit up again, forcing a smile. It's getting worse. Her arm is definitely getting worse and she knows it. Really, that's why she came here in the first place.

Just gonna... scoot over where he moved away. She's not scared or anything!]

Just something from back home. Don't worry about it, dude.

[gleans]

[ This? This is the face of someone who is not convinced. Galen eyes her warily. ] Kenzi, I barely touched you and you look like your arm just fell off. Seriously, what is it?

[onteamdyson]

... Can't show you here. [She mumbles, not meeting his gaze. Bruce knows. Party knows. There is no way in hell she can ever tell Phil, but if something happens there should be at least one person nearby that knows what the hell is going on. Galen's usually nearby.

Slowly, she raises her head and finally looks at him.

You promise you won't freak out?

( voice )

[indiscreet]

Ah...yes. [ "And junk"? ] A pleasure.

And you really chose a cemetery for its "peacefulness"? It's...rather morbid.

[gleans]

[ He looks a liiiiittle wary, but nods, glancing at her arm. ]

I'm in some alternate dimension research town with two Lokis and a fucking clone. [ A little smile. ] I think I can take it.

( voice )

[onteamdyson]

[Another shrug] Yeah. Reminds me of home.

[She's obviously not going to say WHY it reminds her of home. This chick isn't Dyson. But hey, she could have not said anything.]

Dead people are pretty quiet, so... peaceful! No one's ever loud in a cemetery.

[onteamdyson]

Ha. You think? [She smiles, but she's not so sure. Okay. Standing up, still holding her arm, she nods towards the church.]

Let's go, Squishy. This is gonna blow your mind.

( voice )

[indiscreet]

Depends on which dead people you're thinking of, I suppose. [ Hey, she can't quite help it. And she has Mina to fall back on if she really needs an excuse for why she made the reference. ]

...But something about this time of year makes you want to be alone?

[gleans]

Don't hold out on me. [ Still wary, but he gets up and follows her to the church. ]

( voice )

[onteamdyson]

... Right. Zombies are pretty loud. [WOAH! Chick is getting deep. Too many questions.]

If I wanted to be alone, I wouldn't have sent out a message, duh.