Ivy LaShanko
New Member
P.I. for Pierce Inc & Freelance Fire Dancer
Posts: 14
Status: Single
Other Half: ... nonexistant? ...
About Me: ♠♦♣♥TROUBLE♥♣♦♠ that's her no matter how you slice it, whether she's looking into you, or you've hired her, trouble follows, finds and fractures around the investigator. Sometimes, it's worth that big Capital T, and sometimes... it's not.
|
Post by Ivy LaShanko on Apr 27, 2013 11:09:32 GMT -5
LaShanko was in desperate need to unplug herself from her work for a few hours. She'd long since realized if she spent too much consecutive time rutting through other peoples lives, she began to forget about her own. Ivy would sometimes even need to set alarms to remember to eat because the feeling of hunger wasn't ever strong enough to pierce through her dedication to following all the leads as they came. While they were fresh. Ivy felt the need to break away and focus on herself for a little while, her own thoughts about things related to her. Doing such at the place she was currently calling home (which doubled as her office) wasn't the right environment so here she was, walking through Central Park.
Her sandals were quiet on the sidewalk, and exposed the brilliant blue nail-polish on her toes that matched the tank top she was wearing. She'd also traded the blue jeans for a skirt, black cotton and long enough to flirt past her knees and heavy enough not to blow too much when a breeze whipped through. Draped over her left arm was the black blanket she'd brought along just in case she got cold and to lay on the ground; currently the bright open beam of the sun was enough to keep her warm, even when she walked through the shimmer of shade and light brought on by the overhang of tree's once again starting to gain their green.
When she got to a spot where there was open grass without anyone already occupying it, she veered off the sidewalk and shook open the blanket with a practiced motion that made it look effortless. It wasn't a very large blanket but it was plenty big enough for her; she stepped out of her sandals, leaving them at the outside edge of the blanket before she stepped onto it and knelt down, smoothing her skirt against the backs of her thighs so when she settled, she wouldn't be flashing anyone and the skirt wouldn't ride up. Both knees were kept lightly bent and turned like she was laying on her side. Ivy was twisted though, her legs were pressed against one another laying on her left side from hip to ankle; her abdomen was turned however, her shoulder blades flat against the ground as she lay an arm over her eyes to block out the sun without losing the feel of it on the rest of her.
Ivy's petite but buxom frame was diagonal from corner to corner which was why she fit so well, framed by the black of the blanket and again by the green of the grass just outside of that. Not that she'd given that aspect any thought. Ivy didn't meditate like everyone else, she found it too difficult not to do it her own way, but that was the Ukrainian for you. It wasn't always this position that worked best but Ivy was fond of it to start because she liked the way it stretched the muscles of her back and abdomen. And of course the lazy ease of it. Red curls pooled around her head like a choppy rolling sea of auburn, a strand of which she idly toiled with in the fingers of the arm she had resting across her eyes. She didn't quite twirl it around her index finger, rather Ivy slid it over her middle finger, through the between if index and center, and under her index finger where she coiled it back around to start the process again before the curl slipped out. The finger motions were similar in appearance to the flipping of a coin from one finger to the next, though on a softer, slower scale.
The toil of her hair was like a ground, a constant, something rhythmic and relaxing for her to split her focus on while she emptied the thoughts from her brain and attempted to simply exist. The bud she'd smoked before making the walk out here was helping significantly in that department. As it was, it dulled her analytical mind and opened up the creative and indulgent pulse within her. The side of her that could sink into the peacefulness of the park just before the lunch rush came barreling through. The black blanket under her drew in the warmth of the sun to a perfection she couldn't have anticipated, though she did consider it was also because she was high that she was so easily pleased by the warmth coming off the blanket.
Her other hand was draped over her ribcage, just under her breasts, and if not for the seemingly picture perfect staging, it looked like she'd just fainted perhaps. She hadn't of course, but she was doing her best to relax into the rhythm of her slow full breaths and the lazy slide of her hair through her fingers. Ivy tried to blank her thought and just listen, listen to the birds who were all too happy it was spring, even if still a chilly spring. Listening to the top leaves rustle in the wind above, a quiet sound, not unlike rain from inside a building only a little sharper to the senses. The smell of the grass over the taint of the city too, it was comforting. She had no plans to sleep here, but the recognition of possibility did cross her mind.
|
|
Selmak Juju Illiak
New Member
Beware the voodoo that Juju do to you...
Posts: 8
Status: It's complicated
Other Half: Other Badlanders
About Me: ♠♠♠
Juju has a mutt dog (seen in his icon) named Kaju, which is "Beast" in the Badlander tongue. Only other Badlanders and very intimate friends know him and are allowed to call him Juju. Everyone else is expected to address him as Mr. Illiak or Selmak or even his other usual nicknames. He's a Metal Master to the public eye and a Contractor in the darkest reaches of the world. He's the boogieman of boogiemen and the High Chief of the Badlander collective. ♠♠♠ Duel to die against a Badlander. ♠♠♠
|
Post by Selmak Juju Illiak on Apr 27, 2013 12:39:54 GMT -5
::The Australian-Shepard-mutt-of-a-dog was happy to be in the park running. Juju's laugh bellowed loud from the heart of his gut through the thick of his throat as he watch Kaju frolic. There was no better word for it. Members of his clan often joked that Kaju had more personality than Selmak, Juju liked to think they brought the best out in one another. Dog and Human made no difference to the Badlander. He, Selmak, had a tennis ball he was bouncing between the cadence of his step. The dog wasn't yet ready to play, he could tell, so he followed with amusement as Kaju ran around and paused to sniff like he was putting out a dozen little fires, rolling around.
The black leather leash dangled from Sel's free hand in a loose grip, letting it swish and tap against leather pants. They were dark brown and scorched in a few places from his work, smeared and stained from the fruits of his labor. Boots had the potential to be silent if he wanted them to be, but thudded lightly on the concrete under the weight of his amble. A shhchink of sound followed every time he took a step with his right and the chain, clipped to his belt loop and vanished into rear pocket, swung to clash with his thigh. The bounce of the ball had more of a hallow sound, that thudded poing. Selmak didn't intentionally create the preclusion of sounds like music, but it was part of the Badlander subconscious to seek harmonious balance.
Selmak grunted a noise which brought Kaju into a closer spiral of interest as the two approached the laying lady. The mutt pretended not to be interested but Juju knew better and smiled any way. The rise and fall of her chest in that bright blue top made it clear she was still alive, that was the first thing he looked for. He pulled back his window of observation and admired the splash of color and pull of black. Red, black and blue, didn't get much more contrasting than that. Selmak was a gentlemen enough not to let his thoughts go asunder with lewdness, but he did linger greens down the length of shapely calves and elegant arms.
Her shape, to Selmak, was perhaps the most attractive thing about her visually speaking. That bright red auburn hair certainly drew his attention to her, but it was her small figure, full with the curves of a child baring woman. In tuned with one another like true pack animals, Kaju turned a look at Juju that made him grin without the guilt he knew he probably should have felt. :: Go on, go say hi for me, be jelja Kaju. :: Jelja, a Badlander word for gentle. The mutt bolted away from Selmak before stopping himself to walk toward the woman laying on the black blanket.
Kaju did not go sniffing in her face, he stayed outside the perimeter of the blanket and lay at the side nearest her head. The dog did whimper a little, but not in a prolonged whine, it was short and dissipated into the breathy pant of dog breath. Clean, but unmistakably dog. His master stilled the tennis ball and coiled the leash to fit into his vest pocket, watching his dog's approach and her reaction from the side walk. Selmak was a big man and even smiling like he was now, could be considered intimidating. He had branding scars down his neck and odd tattoo's only Badlanders and their affiliates would recognize. Juju's hippy long dark brown hair and facial trim made him look a little less savage but he wasn't corporate cool guy either. It was best to let Kaju make the introduction. Dog. Bestfriend. Wingman. Same thing.::
1fba3b - db7c23
|
|
Ivy LaShanko
New Member
P.I. for Pierce Inc & Freelance Fire Dancer
Posts: 14
Status: Single
Other Half: ... nonexistant? ...
About Me: ♠♦♣♥TROUBLE♥♣♦♠ that's her no matter how you slice it, whether she's looking into you, or you've hired her, trouble follows, finds and fractures around the investigator. Sometimes, it's worth that big Capital T, and sometimes... it's not.
|
Post by Ivy LaShanko on Apr 30, 2013 12:52:39 GMT -5
She could hear the sounds of the man and his dog approach, though she didn't realize at first, he had any intentions of interrupting her. Ivy wasn't thinking as much as she was observing, listening and taking in the things around her. If not for the rhythm of the sounds the large man made, the investigator might have gotten up rather than laying and listening for him to pass. It was easy to admire the music, whether it was intentionally made with every step or not. Ultimately, what did draw her eyes to open was the sound of the grass crunching under the rapid movement of four paws. She turned her head and set her gaze on the dog just as he lay at the edge of the blanket, like he wasn't going to get on it without her permission. It was obvious that the dog was a mutt, a mix breed but she could see the Australian Shepard along with a collie perhaps, it was hard to tell.
Perhaps more so because in her glance up to see who the dog belonged to, she caught sight of him, he was watching her and his dog and Ivy forced herself into a sitting position, curling her legs closer to her body around her hip. She reached forward to pet the dog's head and pull on his ear a little in a test of his temperament; the dog didn't seem to care or mind and it brought her attention to the owner, a tall man dressed a bit like a drifter or a biker, she thought. He'd stopped the ball from bouncing and even went as far as to pocket it along with what looked like the leash. Which made Ivy instantly believe he did it on purpose, that the mumbling she'd heard from him had been him telling his dog to come to her. The first thing LaShanko looked him over for was to gauge whether or not he had any ill intentions. Based on his posture and expression she was guessing not, nor did he seem to recognize her at all.
She lifted a hand to brush her hair out of her face with her fingers, tucking it behind her ears as oceanic blue-green eyes settled on his face, motioning him to come closer as she elevated her voice to inquire. "You alvays let yourr dog come up tu strrange vomen?" Auburn brows lifted over her eyes as she asked, but the smile didn't fade, nor did she remove her gaze from him. Taking the opportunity to watch how he moved and also, how his dog reacted to his nearing presence. "Vhat is his name?" Pointing to his dog as she asked, making it perfectly clear who's name she was asking, not that she didn't want to know his. Ivy was simply going at it from the angle he'd given her, even if he hadn't literally meant for her to introduce herself to the dog first, Ivy was somewhat odd that way. Deciding to warm up to the animal first, it was much easier, and use his pet as a means of gauging him. So far, the manners of his dog were excellent, and his fur was soft and notably well cared for.
The dog seemed happy, well fed, well cared for and disciplined. All of which bespoke of the tall burly man with his dark shoulder length hair. Ivy didn't much care for long hair but he wore it well, and she even suspected he looked better with hair than without, though she chose to keep that bit to herself of course. And while it was best to have her feet under her in a possibly bad situation, Ivy wasn't picking up on any ill will or a particularly dangerous vibe though the ink and tattoo's told her he was probably more dangerous than his current demeanor suggested. He was far too agile and light on his feet for as big as he was, not to have other skills to go with it. At least in Ivy's experience it was rare to be so apt and not learn to use it. What the investigator was most curious to find out, was whether or not this was a purely off-chance meeting, or if he'd sought her despite the fact he didn't appear to recognize her.
|
|