HJennyG: ER: ::sitting on a park bench,
sketching the ducks in the pond::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::walks through the park; sees Erin's sketchbook,
and walks over, looking over the young woman's shoulder::
HJennyG: ER: ::looks
up as a shadow is cast over her work:: Good afternoon ::grins
broadly:: If you like it, you can buy it
YarnKittymon: LB: ::laughs slightly:: You certainly are industrious...aren't
you cold out here?
HJennyG: ER: ::laughs::
Cold? You should try the park benches in London. And as you mentioned
industrious...portraits are 50 cents ::grins at her hopefully::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::laughs:: Fifty cents...but it's awfully cold
out here. ::pauses:: I'd give you a dollar, and subway fare, if
you wouldn't mind sketching me at my place instead. There's a
little heater, and it's warmer.
HJennyG: ER: ::looks
at her suspiciouly:: At your place? You would pay for me? ::considers
briefly:: Sure, anything beats sitting out here in the cold
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles:: It's a bit of a trip; I'm out on
Coney Island. My name's Libby, by the way.
HJennyG: ER: Pleased
to meet you, I'm Erin. ::shakes Libby's hand:: Coney Island? What
a great place to live!
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles, heading towards the subway station::
Well, it's cold and quiet in the winter, and I'm sure it's noisy
in the summer. But I usually don't spend my nights there...
HJennyG: ER: ::falls
into step with Libby:: Oh, really? ::surprised:: So...where do
you spend you nights?
YarnKittymon: LB: I live with my mother. It's a nice house, really.
HJennyG: ER: I'm
sure it is, there are some nice houses out there. I live in a
small place above the Kingsley Art Studios. Do you know it?
YarnKittymon: LB: ::thinks a moment, then shakes her head:: I'm
afraid not. ::looks at her a little curiously:: You're out on
your own?
HJennyG: ER: Well,
I have no one else. ::pauses:: I left the little family I have
left back in England.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::nods, frowning for a moment, then smiling
a bit:: How do you like America?
HJennyG: ER: ::thinks::
I've only been living here a year, but it's great country. It's
mostly the weather, always so warm ::sighs and laughs::
YarnKittymon: LB: I've never quite heard New York referred to
as "warm," but to each her own...
HJennyG: ER: ::laughs::
So have you always lived here?
YarnKittymon: LB: I was born here. When I was younger my parents
visited Europe, but I hardly remember it. ::goes down the steps
to the subway without stopping:: I suppose all the rich and powerful
people prefer Europe over the States, so they can drink legally,
but I prefer New York.
HJennyG: ER: ::nods
in agreement:: Yes, New York's great. So what do you do for a
living?
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles, going to the ticket counter:: Not
much, really...::purchases two subway tickets, then turns back
to Erin:: My father left me pretty well-off.
HJennyG: ER: ::grins::
I know exactly how it is, my parents left me pretty well set up
too ::lowers her head and shrugs:: But, I like to work for my
money...dunno...I suppose you find that strange...
YarnKittymon: LB: ::shrugs:: I actually have a little project
I'm working on, but I doubt it'll make much money.
HJennyG: ER: ::looks
up:: Hmm, a project? Sounds intreguing...do tell
YarnKittymon: LB: ::checks her wristwatch, then stands at the
subway platform for their train, which hasn't come in yet:: It's
the place on Coney Island. I'm hoping to make a freak show. A
real--
::Erin suddenly finds herself sitting on a bench, next to Libby,
who looks a little relieved, but doesn't say anything::
HJennyG: ER: ::shocked::
Whoa, did you feel something there?
LB: ::frowns; quietly, and not looking straight at Erin:: I think
maybe you just blacked out or something. I'm glad you're all right.
HJennyG: ER: ::shaking
her head disbelievingly:: Blacked out? Impossible. ::regards Libby
suspiciouly:: Are you okay, whats the matter ::raising her voice
just slighly:: What just happened?
YarnKittymon: LB: ::still doesn't look at Erin; quietly:: Calm
down....it's all right.
HJennyG: ER: ::raising
her voice further and glares at Libby:: Look! I don't know who
you are...but...
YarnKittymon: LB: ::looks up at Erin, worried; softly:: Look,
I'll explain to you, but be quiet, okay?
HJennyG: ER: ::was
just about to get up to go, but sits back down slowly:: Explain?
::speaks more quietly:: Alright..but this had better be good.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::quietly, but intently, looking at Erin::
Remember I was telling you about my freak show?
HJennyG: ER: ::puts
her hand to her head:: Freak show...yeah, before the...the...'thing'
happened. What about it?
YarnKittymon: LB: I don't want a show with midgets or Orientals
or tattooed people or anything like that. I want a show with *real*
freaks...the kind who have extraordinary powers...even if they
might not be able to control them all the time...
HJennyG: ER: ::Lowers
her eyes and looks frightened:: Powers? I...I don't know what
your talking about.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::frowns; softly:: No, I don't suppose you
would. ::shakes her head:: But I'm sorry. I wish I had better
control, but I don't, yet.
HJennyG: ER: ::coughs
nervously:: Ermm, control?
HJennyG: ER: ::regains composure:: Control of what?
YarnKittymon: LB: ::softly:: Sometimes I'll send others--or myself--a
little bit ahead through time. It was only about ten minutes with
you this last time; sometimes it can be longer....
HJennyG: ER: ::gets
up to leave:: No - this can't be happening... ::looks directly
at Libby:: You know, don't you?
YarnKittymon: LB: ::looks rather puzzled:: Erin, I don't know
what you're talking about...
HJennyG: ER: ::taken
aback:: Of course you know, why else would you be here with me?
Telling me about your 'power'. ::speaks sofly:: you MUST know.
YarnKittymon: LB:
::shakes her head, frowning, then pauses; softly:: I didn't know
anything about you...but from the way you're acting, I'm starting
to guess...
HJennyG: ER: ::sits
very still, not looking at Libby:: I too, have a 'power' as you
call it...but ever since I discovered it, I've been trying to
deny it. It can sometimes be, unpleasent for me...
YarnKittymon: LB: ::frowns; softly:: I'm sorry
to hear that. You can tell me about it if you'd like...
HJennyG: ER: ::smiles
and visibily relaxes:: My power is the reason I moved to America,
but if you don't mind - I don't want to go into that. It's quite
tricky to demonstrate, but if you like I could show you?
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles:: Well, I showed you
mine, so I suppose that would only be fair.
HJennyG: ER: ::frowns,
trying to remember:: It's been a while since I did this...but,
here. ::holds out her hand, palm facing Libby:: Clasp your fingers
though mine.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::hesitates for just a moment,
then does so::
HJennyG: ER: I
suppose I'd better explain what I'm doing here. I am 'bridging'
our minds togther, but only vision. If you agree, I will make
the connection and I will be able to see - through your eyes.
::looks at Libby reassuringly:: It's quite safe.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::nods, smiling a little::
Then go ahead.
HJennyG: ER: ::closes
her eyes and frowns in concentration:: Alright. ::a feeling like
some sort of energy is building up around their claped hands,
nothing is visible:: That's it, did you feel anything?
YarnKittymon: LB: ::quietly:: A little; my hand
felt a little odd...
HJennyG: ER: Wow,
I'd forgotton how wierd this was. ::shakes her head and blinks
her eyes:: Good, if I don't control the bridging properly...no,
never mind. Like I said - quite safe ::smiles unconvincingly::
Well, that was the easy part. Now to prove it to you. ::tilts
her head and considers::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles back at Erin:: Cover
your eyes, then.
HJennyG: ER: ::laughs::
Have you thought of a way to prove it?
YarnKittymon: LB: Well, not *prove,* but it might
show that you can either see through my eyes or through your own
hands...
HJennyG: ER: ::frowns
and folds her arms huffily:: This isn't magic tricks you know.
YarnKittymon: LB: Well, do you have any better
ideas?
HJennyG: ER: ::shrugs
resignedly ((is that a real word? ^_^)) and sighs:: Well - no.
Like I said, I haven't done this in a while...
YarnKittymon: LB: ::turns her head away from
Erin, her eyes focused on the ceiling, though her head's tilted
a little down:: Can you see what I'm looking at?
HJennyG: ER: ::closes
her eyes tightly and laughs:: Ahh, that ones easy. The oil lamp
third from the left. Your focusing on a slight crack in the centre
::grins broadly:: I'm right, aren't I?
YarnKittymon: LB: ::after a moment, covers Erin's
eyes herself, looking at a rather short and well-dressed man::
What about now?
YarnKittymon: LB: ::after a moment, covers Erin's
eyes herself, looking at a rather short and well-dressed man::
What about now?
HJennyG: ER: There's
a small guy leaning against the wall, wearing a well-fitting suit
and eating an oreo. He's quite cute, don'tcha think? ::laughs::
Your focusing on his...hey - no cheating! ::hits out Libby playfully::
Stay still! Focusing on...his hat!
YarnKittymon: LB: ::laughs:: Yes, his *hat*...::uncovers
Erin's eyes, then pauses, looking at her watch:: Oh, my...I really
have to be going. ::rummages through her purse and hands Erin
a business card:: Here. Please come meet me sometime, okay? I'm
there most weekdays and much of the weekends as well.
HJennyG: ER: ::accepts
card:: It was lovely to meet you ::lowers her voice:: And to know
I'm not alone.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles warmly:: I feel the
same way... I'll see you later! ::hurries off::
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