Welcome to Gaia! ::

He shrugged, letting himself slump a bit up against the brick, "There's a bit of a difference between choosing to work and working under penalty of well-" He gestured to his injuries, "This. Take my advice, stay out of gangs."

Ramiro nodded, showing a smile. It was good to see kids like this sometimes, a lot of the "normal" kids around the neighborhood seemed more interested in sex and drugs than their future. "I've been wondering about something, a lot of the demons and angels around the center seem to have serious issues, is there any kind of counseling available?"

Noticing the other's unease, he backed off the subject, looking up to the sky for a new topic. Let's see, he'd already talked about himself, and the center, and schools. What else could he think of? Oh. "The moon is gorgeous. Don't you think? Never used to see it."

With his attention still on the kids across the street, he yawned, getting to his feet, "It's getting a little bit cold out here, want to head back in? There might be kind of food left."

He nodded, "Party stuff is fine by me, as long as it's not moldy."

Alida had been almost... bullied to come to the party, and she eyed the door warily for a couple of moments. She was standing in the shadows, blending in with her dark clothes, and wondering if she should just go home and tell them that it had been cancelled, or something.

She wasn't much of a party person, especially since she couldn't speak. She preferred her libraries, and her quiet parks and the like.

But, here she was, and she hadn't ever backed down from something before, and she wouldn't start now. So she straightened her shoulders, and went in the door the two men had entered just a moment ago.

Once inside, it wasn't much brighter than on the street, and the music was something with a heavy beat that she didn't know. I should have known... I guess I'll survive one night of pop music. she thought with an eyeroll and a quirk of her lips.

She had no idea what to do now that she was here, and was jostled out of the way by a small group of people crossing the room.

Well, this was a stellar idea. Go, Mom, she thought, and determinedly strode through the crowd towards the refreshments table. At least she could get something to drink. Hopefully they'd have something other than soda, even if it was only punch.

Alida was making a beeline for the food table, but that didn't stop her from seeing what was around her. Someone vaguely familiar was waving to her from a spot near the wall, and so she stopped where she was. She eyed the table... Damn, looks like mostly soda. she thought, and so gave it up for lost and headed the other's way.

She smiled at him with a little wave, and reached into her sling bag for her ever present notebook... only to find that there was no notebook. She stopped dead again, an alarmed look on her face, and she opened up the top to fish around some more. No notebook.

Great! Just great! Unless someone knows sign language, how am I supposed to hold even a basic conversation? This is a total bust. But I can't not go over now, I already waved at the guy... She sighed, and walked his way again, but with rather less enthusiasm. She still managed a fairly decent smile at him once she finally got next to him.

Now, what... she wondered.

Alida took the offer of the chair gratefully, and sat down in a fluid motion, listening over the noise at his question.

She nodded her answer, but couldn't explain any further because she didn't have her notebook. Sere didn't seem to remember her, but Alida had rather vivid memories of recieving a black eye from trying to separate the tempermental angel from one of her fist fights as a child. She didn't know if it had been Sere or someone else that struck her, but something like that isn't easily forgotten. Her last conversation with the angel, though, had been much less on the violent side.

She figeted with a fold of her skirt for a moment, not sure how to continue the conversation, and decided he would figure out the problem soon enough if she started signing at him. He seemed like a smart guy.

So she lifted her hands, and launched into the explanation she couldn't voice, wondering if by some great chance he actually could read sign language.