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Post by doreyg on Oct 22, 2008 8:17:25 GMT -8
Like in any city of a reasonable size Vegas does tend towards a few eating places, right now a fairly tall woman is sitting outside one of those eating places (a cafe if we want to be exact) and looking rather bored, she has a cup of coffee in front of her but it might as well not exist considering that she is spending most of her time staring into space and occasionally writing notes in a small, dark notebook.
She may be waiting for something (or somebody) to happen, or this might be just another part in her daily routine.
...And she might just have picked up tips that a certain red headed fox shifter occasionally heads this way, she might be looking forward to meeting up with a old childhood friend...
Or not, either way she is waiting patiently.
One could wonder if Meghan could ever get impatient.
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Post by shinigami on Oct 24, 2008 15:07:22 GMT -8
Enter, Sirène -- or, more accurately, exit Sirène, because she is exhaled onto the street by the door of a 24 hour liquor, cigar and magazine shop two storefronts down from the coffee shop Meghan is currently in front of.
It's fall, so even Las Vegas is a little bit cooler during the day; cool enough to warrant a coat the color of London fog tied loosely at her waist, flaring less loosely over the curve of her hips, which've got an animal sway, an intuitive swagger. Sirène was one cool cookie, that was for sure. Her hair was up, of course. And her eyes were hidden behind Sophia Loren shades, the lenses smoked sepia like an oldfashioned photograph.
The truth is Sirène hasn't been in Las Vegas long enough to form any real habits, and considering the reaction of some of the cities inhabitants to what they view as unwarranted meddling, is too clever to really begin to form any. That said, she's also a shapeshifter, a shapechanger, and they are notoriously territorial -- this shop is in danger of becoming a habit.
It sells good cigarettes. And cigars.
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Post by doreyg on Oct 25, 2008 11:53:27 GMT -8
Meghan looks up again from her writing just at that moment, a little known fact is that bears have a quite exceptional sense of smell and Meghan has been trained... The point is that she can recognise Sirene easily, recognise Sirene's scent and her family aren't really the type to wait for people to come to them.
She flips the notebook shut, slips it into her coat pocket, drains teh rest of the coffee and rises... Even in human form she has a kind of lumbering grace to her, it's not the effortless sway of Sirene by any means but it's a lot more... Powerful.
It's a rhythm which a few sparrow shapeshifters have fled from in the past.
Anyway, Sirene now has a rather bored looking Meghan standing in front of her with her arms crossed.... and the street has cleared around her, even grizzly bears in human form tend to have that effect on people.
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Post by shinigami on Oct 31, 2008 11:17:41 GMT -8
Meghan pauses Sirène in her tracks. Sirène taps out one of her recently acquired cigarettes and fishes out her lighter. Which is silver-inlaid, and lovely; a thing of beauty and enamel, a Japanese kitsune rendered on the side in a kimono of black foxgloves all encircled by dragons.
Flick. Flame flares to life; the cigarette catches fire.
The lady tilts her head down -- down, when Meghan is so freakishly, powerfully tall? When she looms, so? -- and those smoked lenses slip down the bridge of her nose so the blue/green of her gaze is revealed. And she looks at Meghan for a second.
A beat. Then: "Well, well."
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Post by doreyg on Nov 1, 2008 13:49:54 GMT -8
Meghan smirks slightly and brushes back her hair carefully, even in human form a tug too hard on anything could lead to something breaking on her body and it's really for the best that she doesn't do that.
"Hello again Sirene" she says calmly (okay, she might feel a little stir of unease at the look she's receiving but that's deep down) and glances at the lighter, raises a disapproving eyebrow and makes a sound that could've been called a tut in somebody so much more delicate.
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