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Post by madhatter on Dec 2, 2012 20:14:03 GMT -5
The day was dreary, the laves fluttered about Jervis' feet like ghosts from forgotten memories. The trees hung with skeletal branches naked as they way grey, there seemed to be little comfort to be found here, even in Gotham's own enchanted forest.
Jervis sighed heavily as he brushed aside his hair from his face and glanced up from his shoes and took in the scene before him. The Park was occupied by not as it would be in a the more merry summertime, most were couples huddling together and talking to each other with twitters of romance and warmth. He had no one, alone in the dreary world which had long since forgotten him.
"Another day, another part of my weary soul shredded..." he muttered, his charming English accent was filed with woe and self misery. He wasn't at all feeling like himself, indeed his day had been fairly uneventful. Not even his morning tea seemed to suffice him, no he was in need of something, or someone.. Jervis was not going to admit it, but he was rather lonely. He had his apartment, his meetings weekly with his 'support' worker and his thoughts, that was about it. Jervis tucked his cold hands into his long sweeping black velvet coat and sighed as he found himself a lone bench to sit on and watch the world pass by him.
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Post by anna on Dec 3, 2012 4:42:09 GMT -5
Underbrush and long dead leaves crunched beneath Anna’s feet as she picked her way through the trees that surrounded Robinson Park like guardians or protective specter’s. She could feel and see the sun’s rays through the bare and bony branches, but they did little to chase away the cold. She tightened her grip on her shoulder bag and pulled her coat around her tighter as she finally left the trees for the marked path which was overhung by wizen arms of the trees.
Her eyes searched the path, littered along by newer, though decaying leaves. How ghostly this place looked even though people still lingered there. They might as well have been statues for their stillness the way the men and woman curled together, though she knew in their minds nothing was more romantic than such a thing, seeking warmth in partners. She herself, however, had no such someone. She was just there to eat her lunch as she did when she worked an early shift at the police department. She’d just gotten off an hour before and had yet to remove her blonde hair from the clasp that held it back tightly to her head. In her bag was a warm sandwich and clasped in one of her hands, a hot beverage.
She came to the bench she normally sat at to eat and often, she’d admit people watch and she was surprised to find someone there, but it wasn’t just someone. It was Jervis Tetch. You didn’t work in the Gotham City Police Department and not know who was who in the Gotham Rogues, though she’d heard recently that he’d rehabilitated. She had no plans of ill-will as she approached him and politely looked to the empty place at his side.
“Excuse me,” she said politely, “I wouldn’t like to intrude, sir, but I was hoping you’d not mind if I sat here beside you. I like to come here and people watch while I eat lunch, but I wouldn’t want to disturb you.” He didn’t seem to mean anyone any harm and he seemed morose and dreary as the day had remained since that morning.
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Post by madhatter on Dec 3, 2012 22:08:05 GMT -5
His mind has wondered off to a lonesome pace within his memories, which made him sigh and seem so lost and alone. He snapped back to the present when he heard a voice talk to him, Taken aback he looked at the woman standing there and realized what she had asked and nodded," By al means, company would be nice ..."
Realizing what he had said, Jervis shrunk into himself as he let the woman have more then enough room on the bench, he hoped he didn't sound like some...oh well he was, ...yes, was a loon, but not anymore, or so he believed. He offered a small smile at her and tried to make some conversation," Rather dreary day isn't it? "
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Post by anna on Dec 16, 2012 5:08:19 GMT -5
She could be a cruel person, she knew that. She could don a mask of sincerity and beneath think the person she smiled at so sweetly to be an imbecile, but as she smiled at Jervis, there was nothing false in it. The slight amusement and the ease it came to her face were all real. She took the seat offered and placed her lunch bag beside her along with her steaming thermos of Chai Tea. She peered over at Jervis, his shy posture, but her lips a little more, brightening her eyes as he smiled at her.
Glancing around after that in response to his question, she nodded. “It is dreary, a kind of cold that feels your bones too.” She leaned over to him slightly, giving him open body language as well an open, friendly countenance. “Which is why it’s nice to have company. I miss how busy this place is in the Summer and Autumn when there’s children playing or couples enjoying the warmth. It’s much more alive and even if it’s just you sitting on this bench, you feel part of something. Not like now, now it’s just quiet.” She gave a contrite expression and then held out her hand.
“I’m Anna,” she said, “and I apologize that I’m going to be eating in front of you. If I had extra I’d gladly offer it.”
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