Defenseless Girls In Parks


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Scene Title Defenseless Girls In Parks
Synopsis Thanks to Marla, an innocent woman is 'assaulted' by Miles on a dark night, alone. Suspicions and mistaken assumptions ensue.
Date January 16, 2008

Central Park

Central Park has been, and remains, a key attraction in New York City, both for tourists and local residents. Though slightly smaller, approximately 100 acres at its southern end scarred by and still recovering from the explosion, the vast northern regions of the park remain intact.

An array of paths and tracks wind their way through stands of trees and swathes of grass, frequented by joggers, bikers, dog-walkers, and horsemen alike. Flowerbeds, tended gardens, and sheltered conservatories provide a wide array of colorful plants; the sheer size of the park, along with a designated wildlife sanctuary add a wide variety of fauna to the park's visitor list. Several ponds and lakes, as well as the massive Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Reservoir, break up the expanses of green and growing things. There are roads, for those who prefer to drive through; numerous playgrounds for children dot the landscape.

Many are the people who come to the Park - painters, birdwatchers, musicians, and rock climbers. Others come for the shows; the New York Shakespeare Festival at the Delacorte Theater, the annual outdoor concert of the New York Philharmonic on the Great Lawn, the summer performances of the Metropolitan Opera, and many other smaller performing groups besides. They come to ice-skate on the rink, to ride on the Central Park Carousel, to view the many, many statues scattered about the park.

Some of the southern end of the park remains buried beneath rubble. Some of it still looks worn and torn, struggling to come back from the edge of destruction despite everything the crews of landscapers can do. The Wollman Rink has not been rebuilt; the Central Park Wildlife Center remains very much a work in progress, but is not wholly a loss. Someday, this portion of Central Park just might be restored fully to its prior state.

It's not quite late evening, but it's dark enough to require lighting in Central Park. Actually they're in all likelihood only bein turned on just now, casting shadows across the grass. Even though there are hundreds of stories about not going into Central Park alone at night, Kammy has forgotten every last one of them. She's a 'that happens to other people, not me' sort of thinker.

Worse yet, she's on the phone. The reception isn't the greatest, but she did promise her mother she would keep in touch. "I'm telling you the truth mother," Kammy chuckles as she strolls along the park path, swinging her purse by the strap in one hand, "It was really her. Yeah, Lori Len—-what? Oh where am I?" She casts a glance around, "I ..just the park. . not far from the apartment." She actually had no idea how far she was from the apartment. "Prince? He's at the ..apartment." She holds the phone away from her ear with a small wince, "No really mother, I'm positive that all those stories about Central Park are fairy tales-" another second holding the phone away from her ear, "Mother, I'm fine - I'm heading home right now. Am I what?" She tucks the purse over her shoulder, "Of course not, that would be careless and irresponsible." cough. "No, I don't need any money this week - I'm supposed to be .. yes I know but… I know but.. but…!" Sigh. "Okay. Yes mom, I love you too. Say hello to pa for me. Yes, I'm going straight home. Yes, I know. Yes. Yes. OkayIhavetogonowbye." Click!

Sometimes that woman never stopped talking. Still trying to get Kammy to come home. Honestly, Central Park? Dangerous? For a lone girl at night?


Heading in the direction that is leading him toward Kameron is the omnipresent Miles, or so he likes to pretend he is anyways. The man of many faces is bundled up in a longcoat, a heavy sweater for the cold. His choice of fashion is definately not for the poor, the man is wearing various fancy brand name clothing from head to toes, he could easily be assumed to be a Wall Street broker, or a Lawyer, or some wealthy working class gentleman just by the type of clothing he has on at the moment.
His cellphone held to his ear, he argues with the person on the other end,"No, that's not the right address…." Miles grumbles irritably,"No, I want it delivered overnight, ye… NO! You're not listening to me you idiot. Put somebody on that can speak english for crying out loud."

Maybe it's not the type of danger most think of when they think 'danger in Central Park', but Kameron isn't alone. Not at all. On the contrary, she currently has a stalker, both invisible and quietly matching the other's from about ten feet back. Thanks to the multiple cellphone conversations that is taking place, the thief has a faint smirk on her face. There's quite a bit of possible entertainment to be found here.

Just to be a jerk, she speeds up her pace enough to come within touching distance of Kameron, whipping out her wrist to shouldertap the taller woman exactly once. There's really nobody else around to be seen - except Miles, of course. How convenient.

Hum de dum. Due to her distraction from the phone she naturally doesn't notice that she's being followed. Gasp. If she had Prince with her she'd have a bit of protection at least. The tap on her shoulder gets a jump, and she spins around. From behind her sunglasses she opens her eyes finally, hesitant - but there's not much light so … she lowers the shades cautiously, getting a quick glance around. Damnit, it's never a power that will actually come in handy! What good is X-ra-*

Just as she spots Miles out of the corner of her eye, she squeaks and looks away, thankfully before she managed to see anything. Of course, now with those quick movements she felt like she was going to hurl cookies. Quickly she closes her eyes and swallows back the momentary nausea, addressing the air, "I-Is there something I can help you with?" Apparently she's speaking to Miles. He tapped her after all. Somehow.

Miles isn't even paying attention to Kameron as he walks by her. Totally ignored. He continues to argue on his cellphone,"ENG-A-LISH! All that time in an american school you think you're dumbass would learn how to speak it." Mile grumbles,"You're cutting out…. damn this stupid thing.." Miles glances down at his phone, a foul look on his features before he suddenly hauls back with his hand and chucks the cellphone off into the trees, some clattering against the trees before it hits the ground somewhere in the short distance. "Peice of crap."

Wow. Let's talk about anger management issues here, shall we? Marla can only watch with one eyebrow heavily lowered as the cellphone goes sailing off into the foliage. She throws a look at Kameron to watch her reaction. But not before stepping ferociously on top of one of Kameron's feet once Miles passes right by her.

Well that's just rude! What point was it to tap her on the shoulder and just keep walking? On the other hand, he seemed to be a very angry angry person, and she's not sure she wants to talk to him in the mood he's in. "OW!" Kameron yelps when Miles moves past, apparently stomping on her foot for no reason whatsoever. She hops a bit, one foot off the ground, "H-Hey! What was that for!?" Oh god Kammy, don't make him mad(der).

After ridding himself of his cellphone, Miles is no longer distracted by it so at that point he turns his attention toward Kameron curiously, giving her a funny look, arching a single eyebrow he says,"What … ?" He now notices the woman looking /at him/,"Are you talking to me?" Miles tilts his head to the side slightly, looking Kameron up and down for a moment,"Whoa… Hell-oooo there. I am Sam, or Sammy if you prefer…" The once angry man does a complete one-eighty, going from murderous to an attempt at being charming but perhaps coming off creepy as he grins at Kameron rather perversely.

Just uh. A little creepy, dood. Marla makes no sound aside from her quiet breathing, physically withdrawing so that the man and woman have space to talk to each other. Now that the two are actually looking at each other, it's a little harder to do anything else, at least for now. She just watches from beneath half-closed lids, lazily amused.

"Um.." o O( Is it too late to say no and run away? ) Probably. "I.. I just wanted to know why you stomped on my foot when you went past. B-but you know what," Kameron holds up her hands, "I-it's fine. Really. I was probably in the way." YEEEAh. She knew damn well she wasn't, but .. CREEPY GUY.

"Stomped on your foot?" Miles gives her a quizzical look,"Did I? … I'm sorry, I didn't even realize…. man, it's not fine… I am sooo sorry." The man looks down at her feet as she mentions it, but then he lifts his head again, extending a hand out to reach for her shoulder,"Are you okay?"

Oh, man; now if only Marla could imitate voices, too, she might have a inciting few things to whisper into Kameron's ear. That's alright, though, because there are plenty of other mischievous choices open to her. For example.

Sneaking around behind the tentatively close couple, the invisible woman gives Miles' back a subtle push with an open palm - just enough to make the man overbalance and tip right into Kameron, even as he's reaching for her.


"I'm fine, really! It was just my f.. what are you doing? H-HEY! Stay back!" Kameron's voice lifts in a shrill squeal when the other man suddenly LUNGES (read: Is pushed) for her. She's certainly not strong enough to hold a grown man up when he has the advantage of surprise, so seconds after her cry of surprise, down the two tumble with a -WHUF!!- of exhaled air from impact. Give her a second, when she gets her breath back she's gonna scream. And kick. And flail.

Miles stumbles forward, his head turns just for just a second to look behind him and before he knows it he's trying to catch Kameron from falling as he knocks the poor woman over but instead he ends up flopping down ontop of her.

A hand in an inappropriate place or such, Miles is just giving her a rather really confused look, but he tries to play that confidence card and smiles broadly, cockily, he says,"Uh… I'm sorry, I don't know what happen… I uh.. I guess we're just like magnets, you know, attracted to one another or something like that." He frowns a bit after that, as she starts screaming again he sighs and rolls off of her, he looks around for a moment.. He could have sworn that he felt something press his back, but it happened so fast, and unexpectantly he's just sitting there looking rather clueless for a moment.

Scoundrel! Varlet! Thug! Flail, Kick, Shriek! And the such! Kameron almost -overreacts- in the accident, "Don.. don't be ridiculous!" Flusteres the girl, face a bright red as she scrambles to her feet and bolts behind the nearest tree, mailbox, park bench, or trash can. Anything to put something between the two of them. "And don't you come any closer to me, or I'll .. I'll -" she kneels, feeling around on the ground for a stick- the one she does find is barely thick enough to do any harm, which is why she adds, "I-I'll poke you in the eye!" Like she could. Huff puff! But he *did* apologize.. it's probably just an act, just like her father always said.

Miles sighs, shaking his head in disbelief. He pushes off the ground to stand to his feet saying,"Chill out." He looks around again, curiously, frowning a bit. He then glances back to Kameron,"It was an accident, alright?"

Nope, Miles still won't see anything - or anyone, besides the excited Kameron with her stick. Nudging forward cautiously, Marla casts an eye around for a suitably large object that might be conveniently lying around. Seeing none, she creeps towards Miles so that she's positioned at a close distance from his side. If he tries to move towards Kameron again, there will very suddenly be an invisible limb there for him to trip over. It's a chance she's willing to take, just to see that.

Skeptical. "An accident." Kameron replies slowly. She likes to give people the benefit of the doubt - but this guy had been acting pretty weird from the start. "Sounds like a line to me," as if she would know what a line sounded like. She does lower her hand a little though, wondering at him glancing around. "I don't think there are any cops coming, fortunately for you, if that's what you're looking for." Keeping her eyes open for so long was starting to make her feel nauseaous again - but she didn't want to take her eyes off of him if he tried something funny.

Miles just stands there, he doesn't move, he just shoves his hands into his jacket pockets and watches Kameron questionably, glancing around occassionally. "A line?" Miles scoffs,"Babe. Don't flatter yourself. You're cute and all, but right now, you're drama queen attitude is such a turn off." He shrugs his shoulders and turns away from her, looking around the park, like he's searching for /something/, he doens't know what, but that incident just moments ago was no mere accident, something knocked him into her, he just doesn't know what it was and he's starting to think he's losing his mind cause he can't figure out what.

Fine then, be that way. When Marla notices Miles swiveling his head around, she not only withdraws her foot, but also creeps backwards with a slight sense of wariness. Mostly, so he won't accidentally knock into her from being too close; then he would /know/ something is up. There isn't much else she can do but watch, so she decides to stick around for just one more pass. Otherwise, for her, this particular incident is over.

Ewww, she doesn't want to be complimented from a creepy guy like him! "Drama Queen? I, I think I'm entirely justified with ..wi.." He's not even paying attention now. "What are you looking for?" If not the cops. GASP! He has backup! Now is not the time to be curious, Kammy. "Well…maybe you should think before you go around lunging at defenseless girls in parks." She should report him! Oh yeah, that will go over REAL well. 'Officer!' she'll say, 'I was out for a walk last night in Central Park and I was assaulted!' And hte Officer will look at her and say, 'Central Park? Alone? At night? PFF, you were askin for it!'


On the plus side, with Miles attention off of her, she can make an escape! A very slow, cautious escape, since she's having trouble seeing at the moment. Tip-toe, tip-toe!

"I swear I felt something hit me in the back a moment ago when I fell on you. I mean, it's why I fell into you…" Miles sighs, shaking his head, turning back around to look at Kameron again,"You'll probably just say I'm lying or something, forget it." Miles then turns in another direction away from her,"It was a real pleasure meeting you.." he says sarcastically,"What the hell was that?" He looks upward into the tree tops and the night sky, then back down at the ground. He shakes his head,"Whatever.." He then starts to walk off down the path away from Kameron and Marla.

That does it for Marla, then. As Kameron carefully removes herself from the picture, so, too, does Marla, withdrawing even further from Miles with her hands in her pockets and eyes lingering on the scene. The difference is that she doesn't need to be careful from a visual perspective like the other lady; she just goes, footsteps soon fading into the shady expanse that is the rest of Central Park. That's all, folks.

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