Jan. 18 (Backdated) WHO: Simon Anderson and Jayne Smyth WHAT: Smash and grab WHERE: Central Park (by Columbus Circle) WHEN: Sat., Jan. 18th. Afternoon. Backdated RATING: There will be swearing. STATUS: In progress/ Closed
Jayne wasn’t really a coffee drinker. She’d been told it’d stunt her growth as an early teen, and stain her teeth, and the insides of her stomach, because her family liked to tell her odd things. So she’d avoided it and grown up ridiculously tall, with great teeth, and what was probably an average colored stomach. That being said, it was cold as a witch’s teet out so Jayne got herself a cup of plain old joe from the Dunkin’ Donuts, as well as half a dozen double glazed donuts.
Life was good.
Life on the hunt was good. It was cold, had been quite snowy earlier, but Jayne got to be outside instead of in her little square world, so it was awesome even without the donuts. She had more faces now, points to go after, she could walk around the City with a goal. She was scouting. She was researching. She was huntin’ for rabbits. The donuts were an ungodly delicious perk. Life these days was gooood. Now if only she could find…
God these donuts.
…Now if only she could find someone to catch. There were a lot of people in this city. Like a lot. Jayne had made her way from the Dunkin’ Donuts to Central Park, feeling a bit posh because Central Park and was already halfway through her donuts when something caught her eye. She considered herself a connoisseur of several things in this life. Baked goods and men among them. She thought she caught sight of a man she’d seen before, and since this was New York City, it might be a celebrity, so she engaged in some minor stalking while still eating her donuts and drinking her joe.
Wait no, no he wasn’t a celebrity. He was… Oh shoot, he was a tier one, wasn’t he? YES! He was! He was the one who looked in no small part like Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes! HA! What could he do? Jayne thought as she stalked. Ooooh right, he could do glass stuff. Jayne remembered that. It sounded so completely useless. Poor thing. Poor adorable thing.
Jayne wanted him.
She finished her coffee and the last of her donuts and found… no place to throw them out. She set her garbage on a nearby bench and hurried up after him. “Hey!” she yelled when she felt she was close enough. There weren’t a lot of other people around, what with the weather and all, so he damn well better realize she’s calling out to him. Maybe she should still be more direct. “Hey! Blondface Mcgee!”