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| Scene Title | Strange Meetings |
|---|---|
| Synopsis | Brian happens upon Elvis in a dark street |
| Date | November 11, 2008 |
Before the bomb, Chelsea was most known for being "gay-friendly," home of the stereotypical "Chelsea Boy." It was a place of culture and art, of eclectic ethnic restaurants and cutting-edge performing arts studios.
One of the last places in Manhattan to be reopened to the public, the streets of Chelsea almost give the impression of an urban ghost town. Many buildings are dark, inhabited only by the homeless, if by anyone at all. Their walls have been tagged with graffiti, the windows broken; forgotten cars line the streets, slowly rusting away. Close inspection reveals that their interiors have already been gutted of anything valuable or useful.
Housing in Chelsea is quite cheap; it therefore doesn't stay on the market long, despite the potential threat of residual radiation. The population has become a mixture of all ethnicities, desperation being their thread in common; those who have the money to live elsewhere do. Culture seems to have been washed out entirely on the neighborhood scale, survival taking vast precedence over art.
It was a little spooky out here tonight, for what was supposed to be the metropolis of the first world New York seemed rather barren. Elvis took a slow drag, lighting her face as she studied the streets with unbridled curiosity. Its not like there was much car traffic out, hell a few cars had passed on sidestreets but not once since she had parked had headlights lit the street. It was a welcome change, the usual glow of the big city was replaced with a darkness that somehow made it seem cleaner.
"Keerist Elvis, what in the fuck have you got yourself into." Sure she'd seen the TV reports and all that, but she never imagined New York would still be this beat up. Not that she would call this unreasonable, just extremely unexpected for a girl raised on the myth that New York was some glittering diamond along the East Coast.
Headlights flash and pierce through Elvis' darkness. A white 91 Dodge Spirit rolls up the mostly abandoned street. Though it slows as it nears the biker woman. Slowing almost to a stop, the window slowly comes down, indicating it's a roller window. "You alright?" Asks the person inside the car from the darkness.
It takes a moment, goodness now shadowy fellers in strange cars. "Yeah just enjoying a smoke."is her only response, inhaling hard to bring an earie glow to her features, before slowly exhaling. "Thanks all the same though."She keeps her gaze on the car, more accurately the window for the moment. Roger wasnt far enough away for this to be some scheme to distract her, right?
"Alright." Comes the voice, then the window starts to roll up, but it pauses half way up. "Wait." Comes the voice again. "Didn't you stop in at the Nite Owl the other night?" The inquisitive voice comes again, the vehicle starts to idle.
Elvis furrows her brow, trying to think who the voice might be. All she could remember was Delilah, and the sobbing Amy. "Well, I suppose I did. Whats it to you?"She was getting suspicious, rolling her shoulders back to stuff her hands in her jacket pockets. "and how did you know where I was last night?"
"I'm following you to kill you.." Comes the voice. And for a moment there is an eerie creepy pause, then the window rolls back down all the way. "Just kidding." Brian pulls himself halfway out the window so she can see his face. "I'm the dishwasher." As a matter of fact, he is AT the Nite Owl this very moment. "I told you we were finding someone for you?" He asks with a little smile.
Elvis slips her fingers into the brass knuckles in her pockets, squeezing hard into them as she sort've mentally begins preparations to break some dude's skull. "Funny."she retorts, her face falling flat and somewhat sour. "Its nice to see you again I guess?"she struggles for words, how do you have the conversation?"dishes were very clean"she finds herself reporting.
"I'm fuckin' lucky then." Brian reports. "I barely wash those things." Another joke? Who knows. "What's your name?" The man asks, as he half dangles out the window.
Elvis still isnt sure about Brian frankly, he was a strange guy in a derelict part of town and she frankly couldnt even be sure if he was the washer or just some dude in the diner when she was. "Elvis, and you Mr.Dishrags?"She didnt expect him to believe her, frankly to be honest it was really more suprising when people took her self introduction at face value. "Ya'll always consort with strange leather clad women, when your hangin out've your car like a monkey very often?"
"Fuck." Brian says looking a little affronted. "It's a big city. It's remarkable seeing someone twice in just a few days. Fuck me for saying so." The man says with a little hurt in his voice as he eases back into the car. It is a little less remarkable when you have a bunch of clones of yourself tromping about the city. "And you just called yourself strange. And you don't have to lie about your name, God." Doesn't sound like he's going to give his name in return. The window starts to crawl back up.
Elvis simply points, assuming theres sufficient light Brian might just make her name painted on the battery box of her bike. "No, really its Elvis. Momma was planning on having a boy."Its a well practiced response, Brian being only like the four thousandth person to bawk at her first name, "we cant all be named Susan and Mary-anne you know."
The window pauses on it's way up. "No shit?" Is the only thing that is said in response.
Elvis frowns around her cigarette"No shit. "she responds flatly, a proper nobel winning retort indeed. She loosens up her shoulders still, but the entire concept of having a conversation with a strange guy in a car is still somewhat irritating.
Laughter starts to pour out from the car. And finally it is broken by, "Shiit. That must have SUCKED as a kid." Brian points out. The back door opens and a young man steps out. Identical to the man hanging out of the driver window. Though his features have the same expression that the front seat man would have, amusment. Stepping forward, "I guess we should meet proper like." The same voice.. "I'm Brian." He says, offering his hand to the woman.
Oh lord how Elvis loved this, it was just getting better. "twins."she observes flatly. She takes a moment with his hand outstretched, before she finally shakes."Hello Brian, its a pleasure to meet you. Who's your brother over there?".Her gaze only momentarily flicking from one Brian, to the next.
Glancing back at said 'twin' Brian smirks. "Oh nobody." He says dismissively. "Well.. I actually gotta go. But.. I donno, we've seen each other twice maybe we'll see each other again. At least we're not strangers now." The young man points out as he starts to make his way back to the car.
Keeps her concerns focused on the car, for the moment anyway. "I see, well indeed then Brian. I suppose I may verywell be seeing you around, until then I suppose its happy trails."as she slipped a now empty hand up to pluck her cigarette from her lips, and expertly flick it aside.
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