WHO: Hal Yorke (Mr. Domino) and Illyana Rasputina (...not Koza). WHAT: Mr. Domino is determined to make sure the woman from this encounter has a welcomed arrival rather than be treated a monster. WHEN: Right after the previously mentioned thread. WHERE: The park! RATING: PG-13 (for possible language). STATUS: In-progress. OOC: "Mr. Domino" and "not Koza" are speaking in Russian, but since players are two damn lazy to flip flop between this and google translate. It will just be written out in English. Adieu.
For what it was worth anyone who believed they were something other than human, Mr. Domino was surprisingly brave in and of his own right to be. A certain amount of time upon awakening was spent with him pacing around the flat he found himself in, muttering under his breath as he began to reason why he would have a flask of blood on his person. When he noticed there was no reflection, he spent another couple of hours wondering perhaps if there was something wrong with the mirrors. But when all was said and done, he knew that pretending that he was "normal" and knowing he wasn't were two completely different things. Some people would say to embrace the differences that make an individual unique. But Mr. Domino found it nothing less of him bargaining with himself not to completely make a fool out of himself and reveal to everyone that he was a monster. It wasn't what he wanted. He did...have an overwhelming need to be seen as normal and well-adjusted and he believed putting himself out there to help the others in the same predicament as he was...was the best option for him at this moment.
It was also the reason why he was wandering into the park alone. Not curiosity of what the woman over the device he carried truly looked like. But the overwhelming need to make sure no one thought her a monster and condemn her for it. Mr. Domino continued walking, avoiding interacting with anyone as he carried a large blanket along with him. If he hoped for the young woman to travel into the woman safely, he figured this would be something she would appreciate. Or at the very least, he hoped she would as he entered the treeline. Disappearing from sight of the public as he continued searching. "Miss," he stopped for a brief moment, listening for any sounds of someone moving. "Miss, if you are here...it's fine. I've come to help."