Prospect Park

[Damon]

Leaning backwards over the side of a bench in the park, Damon took a long drag from his cigarillo, exhaling slowly so that he could watch the smoke dissipate. It had been weeks since he ran from his problems, and he had to admit, he was enjoying the freedom of being on his own. He could always make money rather easily, and if he couldn't... well he could always take it from someone. But he hadn't needed to yet, as his good looks seemed to be getting him by.

Taking another drag from his cigarillo, he then flicked the remains onto the sidewalk nearby and sat upright with a graceful flourish.

"Ah.... Can't say things get better than this. On my own, the world to explore. And absolutely no worries. A whole lot better than before, I think." Damon mused to himself as he grinned at a couple of women who walked by, giving them a sly wink.

[Zane]

LAST NIGHT

Zane grumbled to himself as he walked the streets, after having paid for his cab to get him to Brooklyn from Manhattan. He had purposely been dropped off a few blocks away, just so he had time to walk and clear his head.

As he walked, a man jumped out from an alleyway with a knife, demanding all of Zanes cash. "Look. I'm tired as hell..." he started, "Just go away." His vision blurred slightly and he stumbled, another wave of fatigue hitting him and latching on with the previous. He let out a yawn, and to his surprise, the man put the knife away, and started walking down the street.

Zane blinked a couple times and shrugged, making his way up to his apartment and stumbling in. As he closed the door, he fell forward, his legs deciding they were done working for the night. "This is kinda comfortable, but what if Vinyl gets in late?" He asked himself, remembering he had recently received a message. "Oh... She's not gunna be home for a while... She's in Queens..." He muttered. "Now... This floor is oddly comfortable, I'm getting some sleep." He said to no one in particular, fading from consciousness.


THIS MORNING

Zane had awoken after a few hours, his alarm startling him as he had apparently shifted to use his phone as a pillow. He rubbed his ear to get the ringing to stop and yawned, pouring himself a cup of coffee, and getting ready to head out and face the world. The sleep didn't really make him feel rested (Maybe you shouldn't have slept on the floor?) and he had an odd twinge of irritation (From that cultist woman that threatened you last night?) He shook his head and headed out, making his way down the street.

The walk wasn't to any particular destination, but he did find himself in a small park, and smiled slightly, enjoying the false serenity of it. Walking through he decided to take a seat at a nearby park bench, and stretched, letting out a yawn as he did. "DAMMIT." he yelled at himself, trying to rub the fatigue from his eyes. He apologized to the few people around as they gave him odd looks.

He heard a man claiming things were better than before. Like things were going well. Zane let out a chuckle and looked at the man. "Things are better than before? I'd say they're a lot different than before, but not necessarily better." he paused for a moment, an eyebrow raising. "You didn't happen to see an odd lightshow last night, coming from the Brooklyn area, did you?"

[Damon]

Hearing a voice Damon turned his head and frowned. Just another guy. And here he was hoping for a lady to come by and visit him.

"I dunno. I thought that was just some sort of special event they were holding or something. Why? Did something happen? Though now that I think about it... the air does feel a bit charged."

Hopping up onto his feet Damon grinned at the man, offering a hand in greeting as he pulled out his pack of smokes with the other.

"Names Damon. Swisher?" He asked, holding out the pack toward the guy in front of him. He had to admit, he was shocked. He didn't IMMEDIATELY hate the guy. Which was definitely a first for him. It usually took a little while for him to get along with a male, as he considered the vast majority of men as in his way.

[Zane]

"If it was some sort of performance, then it was a surprise to everyone. Two women started chanting in tongues, and the lightshow started. They seemed confused about what was going on a few moments after it happened." He explained, looking toward the offered Swisher. He waved his hand slightly to deny it. He shifted slightly, and stifled another yawn.

"Nawh, those things'll kill you." He said with a chuckle. "Names Zane." He introduced, shaking the mans hand. "There was something in the news about the lightshow, apparently someone caught a glimpse of it and recorded it... But I still have no idea what it was."

[Damon]

"Chanting in tongues eh? Well, I can't wait to see what comes of this." Damon shook his head as he popped another Swisher into his mouth and lighting it. Inhaling deeply, he let out a long breath, a smoke cloud forming in the air above them.

Grinning mischievously he looked directly into Zane's eyes with a determined gaze. "I guess we'd better go find out for ourselves what the hell is going on then huh? There's no use in standing about here. But things are definitely going to be different from now on, one way or another."

[Zane]

Zane nodded for a moment and thinking back to the previous night. "Well. I had asked one of the women that were chanting what was going on. That got me nowhere. So I demanded information. She got angry." Zane paused for a moment.

"Don't you EVER try your tricks on me. I don't have time for this... For you, but do THAT again, and I wont stand here and take it." Zane quoted with a sigh. "All I did was tell her to explain what was going on and not treat me like some simple minded neanderthal."

"Yeah... Things sure have been different lately, haven't they..." He muttered, looking toward the other man with a raised eyebrow. "And how, prey tell, do you plan on finding out what's going on?"

[Damon]

Listening to Zane's account of his personal experience Damon laughed when he quoted the woman. "So she got upset because you simply said something? Well that's some craziness. Asking for some information is no reason to get all worked up."

Pausing for a moment Damon looked off toward where the lights came from and nodded briefly. "I know exactly how we are going to find out what's going on. We'll go to the source. Find those women, and demand to know what we need to."

Turning back to Zane, he offered his hand once more with a determined look on his face. "Partners, at least till we figure out this thing?"