Welcome to Gaia! ::

Travis sighed and put the book down. It was obvious he wasn't going to get any more reading done. "What movie?" He asked with a small smile. It wasn't often that they got to relax. Who knew that New York was such a vestige of paranormal energies? It was as if something was drawing the spirits to the city.

Something was bothering Travis... but he couldn't quite place his finger on it.... "Romero? Do you... feel like we're being watched? And I'm not talking about the CIA, so don't go on one of your conspiracy rants." Travis asked softly, taking a drag off the cigarette and handing it back to his friend.

"That damn waitress has been on my case ever since I lit up if that's what your wondering." He said while taking his cigarette back. He quickly changed the topic due to his urge to tell him about the FBI looking for him wherever he went and they track him every time he scannes a pack of cigarettes at the gas station he frequents. "Now about your equipment man....did you pick out what you want yet?"

"I wonder If he cares that this is a 'no smokeing zone'?"
:: she mentaly asked herself, she had alwase hated the smell of smoke and her highend smell wasent helping the matter! Now was the time to curse the perks that came with being Lycan. She covered her nose to try and stop the smell or slow its reach to her nose, even if it hardly helped it was better then nothing

thats when one stood up and walked over to the building and looked streight at her. at least one of these guys had enough sence to keep his wits about him.::
" I was... uh just enjoying the night sky!"
:: she said, half trughtfuly::

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A little rough around the edges, and probably more than a little smelly - he strolls the streets slowly, with all the grace of a drunkard. Often he would find himself being woken up by the scorch of the sun across his face on the grass in central park recently, and would have to dash to shelter until the dusk once more. Nobody he recognised was around this evening.

"awww crap..."
:: Finn thaught, caught again! and by the crazy one.... well if he was crazy maby she could use that to her advantage!::
"AHHHH!! he's crazy!"
:: she shouted as if she was some inoccent girl who had been taught to fear guns and keep away from them at all costs. she put onn a fearing face as well as threw her hands up in the air and jumped to her feet::
"dont shoot, dont shoot!"
:: she begged theatricly. picture of a scared girl::

He stuffed his hand back into his jumpsuit and zipped it back up to the neck. "This comming from a chick on a rooftop?!" he shouted to her. he turned to his friend then motioned to an ash grey and red trimmed Hearse bearing the "no ghost" logo on the sides and engine bonnet. "We ain't gettin' paid for this man....let's head back to the HQ how bout' it?" He said while tossing the butt of his long spent cigarette to the ground.

That lit a fire under Simon right there. He turned back to her and with a hate filled glare he shouted out. "Don't ******** with me b***h or I swear you will regret it big time!" he shouted now drawing a bit of attention but not much....remember this was manhattan.