rp log 2.13.16

Ramirez, plaid blanket spread out underneath her, was a picture of internet-worthy 'sad girl eats cake alone'. Stock image watermark not included. Public use. Fork scraping against the glass pan it was baked in, frosting haphazardly done, the wendy-girl's normally colorful hair choice is switched out for a short silver bob wig, a simple white tank dress and platform boots (which were currently kicked off to show off bright neon socks) completing the lazy lolita look. Pan balanced on knees as she spreads out on her back, backpack full of 'who knows what' propping her head up so she can pour whiskey into a solo cup. Bendy straw spinning with a few nudges of a finger as she hummed something, Rena is more than ready to pretend that tomorrow is just another day. A whole week of baking those desserts for The Chop Shop has drained her of anything resembling holiday cheer, romantic bone must've got lost in the move, there's plenty of excuses she can make as to why she's a sad lump.

Will Hadote had never really celebrated Valentine's day, though this year he couldn't help but be reminded of it- it was everywhere! Sure, he never really cared before, but this year was a little different. He was sure that if Vachel were here, he'd make it something special... but he was thousands of miles away and wasn't exactly the most internet-savvy. He decided to take a walk in the park to clear his head; dressed in some dark jeans, a Tool hoodie with a dark grey flannel shirt on top, the colors betrayed his mood. He wasn't one for bright colors, anyway. Lighting up a cigarette, he paused, noticing Ram looking a little... well. "You alright?"

Logan did have a 'special someone' for valentine's day, but for whatever reason, had gone off on a solitary trip to the park. Hands in his pockets, he wandered amiably down the brick path, looking at nothing in particular as he slowly drew even with the pair of picknickers. Was that.. whiskey? Gaze darted subtly to the picnic blanket as he approached.

Calahan was that weird lady, the new waitress from the diner who seemed to pack the place with minimal effort and put a smile on the faces of even the grumpiest truck drivers. But, not today. Today, Erin wasn't working. She did have a date tomorrow, and was out looking for a dress that neither made her look like a hooker or a hoodlum..which was something few and far between, anyway. For now the zombie, in her stolen leather jacket walked the park on those clunky Doc marten boots when she saw a flash of silver, those shoes, and the plaid blanket...finally someone who didn't smell like food. Erin backpedaled a few steps, lowered her shades from her face and tucked the arm of them into the pocket of her skinny jeans. "Hey, girl...you alright? ...And is that cake?" No shame, in her cake love game Erin made her way over and sat off the perimeter of Rena's blanket. "Sad girls love cake."

Ramirez's toes curled into the blanket when attention made it her way, screwing the cap of her bottle on with careful focus that's only seen in the intoxicated. Lightweight, literally, Rena lifted her head to blink a few times at Will, then, realizing she's caught a bite of a crowd, sat up, cake getting another forkful speared off of it and cup held protectively against her chest. Must not spill! "I'm...oh, I'm alright. Just...tomorrow." Lips twisting, the wendy tries to think of a way to say her heart hurts, when she doesn't even anatomically have one... Erin's comment and blanket join-age gets a smile out of her, the pan held out and another plastic fork pulled out of the backpack of goodies. Backpack was her way of making deliveries on custom orders, so throwaway dishware wasn't an odd thing to find on her. "Yes, yeah. Sad girl plus cake. Sugar and chocolate are supposed to cancel out sadness, aren't they?" Asking with a frown, it's safe to say she was a mess.

Will Hadote probably smelled like food even if the others didn't- unlike the other two, he was only human. Who was realizing that suddenly there were a helluva lot of people in this area of the park, agh. He frowned slightly; well, the other two were apparently interested in her -at least the one, the guy just seemed to be eyeing that whiskey- so.... He finished lighting up his smoke, taking a long drag and giving a bit of a grunt about the mention of tomorrow. Yeah, he could feel that.

Logan, hesitating but for a moment, walked a couple of paces toward the group. "Y'all right?" he asked, a disarming smile on his face as he addressed the unfamiliar faces. "Don't usually see any people havin' picnics 'round these parts this time of night. Not safe," he added under his breath, with a quick glance toward the forest.

Calahan smiled weakly at Rena, and fished around in her shopping bag when she saw that frown. "Here, I thought this would come in handy..." She said, placing a small, heart shaped box of dove chocolates in the girl's lap and offering her a smile. "Happy...tomorrow, yeah?" Erin took the fork, offered a wink and without hesitation stole up a bite from the pan. And then came the goofy, flopping onto ther back in the grass and making ridiculous happy food sounds. "Oh! Yes! Yes!" She called, laughter breaking the air around her in a testament to the life remaining in the dead vessel of a girl before them all. "This is so...good." She mused, licking the tines of the fork free of chocolatey bliss, eyes fixing up at will and Logan finally with a squint. Whoops. "We're fine, smokey.." But..her eyes remained on Will for a minute, and grew a little foggy. He smelled better than the cake. Erin winced, and bit her lip. In her head she recited of all things, the pledge of allegiance to chase away zombie thoughts as she sat up. "Erin Ashley Ann Calahan..." She proclaimed, stiffening and trying to keep Rena smiling. "And you all are? The mad tea party? ....Guess that makes you Alice, lady."

Ramirez lifted her cup in a salute to Logan, plastic straw catching her bangs and getting a small squeak out of her. Big brown's look at the fellow again, getting a furrow of brow. "It's not too late...sun might be set but I can hold my own." Wiggle of fist, still clutching fork, then she's giggling at the grunt from Will. "My thoughts exactly." Teasing, she doesn't even try to catch the chocolates tossed at her by Erin, hands full and reflexes a mess. Well. She has to focus not to go too fast, startle anyone. "That's...a lot of name. Lorena Ramirez is me. Rena. Lorrie is...too old lady, so." Zoning off into her cup, cake abandoned for the drink, she uses the corner she's been eating from to stick her fork in, free up a hand so she can bring that heart of chocolates to her mouth and peel off it's plastic wrapper. "I'm...I guess that sounds alright. You're the white rabbit, then?" She asks Erin with a few confused blinks. People are hard to keep up with.

Will Hadote glanced towards the forest, too, propping his cigarette between his lips. Then his gaze returned to Logan; did he just not like the woods or the city, or did he know about...? Slick rolled his shoulders, stretching them out, and also rolling off the internal question. Didn't really matter. Feeling eyes on him, his pale blue gaze slid to Cal, and he was very nearly scowling. Was it just him, or did that look seem familiar? "Yeah, I fuckin' bet," he muttered, then followed suit in the introductions. "Slick."

Logan stiffened at the use of 'Smokey', a barely imperceptible frown briefly shifting his expression, but just for the moment. No. There was no way any of them would be able to tell. It was a simple coincidence. Maybe they knew he was the fire captain. Yeah, that was it. Reassured, for the moment, he'd tut quietly under his breath. Ramirez seemed harmless enough. And in Perdition Park, harmless typically meant dead.

Calahan laughed. "Alotta name, should be my name." She said to Rena, remembering her preffered names with a nod. "No problem, Rena...My nana's name was Laurie.." She was teasing, she didn't remember her grandmother. But the sly wink and charming smirk would show that yes, it was a joke. In response, she put two fingers behind her own head. "That's me, chicky." Erin was more and more distracted by the rage of impulse to take a bite of Will, hois heartbeat like a drum in her ears and the hunger in her rising to a high amount of NEED in her. Visibly, she became nervous and her hands began to shake. Then he glared at her, and it was on, from that point. Erin stood, fluid like a shadow, cleared her throat, dusted her hands on her hips and was straightening her posture. No, it had nothing to do with him specifically, or the way he looked, but more that he smelled like a chipotle in a sea of Arbys'. Was she limbering up? Conversation was met with half hearted chuckles as Erin tried to remain present and pull herself out of her hunger...but it had other plans. Being a new zombie sucked, something awful. "You wanna adjust your fuckin' eyeballs, friend?" She said, puffing her chest out. It was seeming a lot less grievous to eat him, when he was glaring at her like that.

Wentworth was the spooky creepy thing in the woods, the thing that got some worried. One of many things, actually. But Chase bound out of the woods like some sort of greaser lumberjack, plaid not included. Axe? Yes. Bloody and gross over one shoulder of his grey t-shirt. Acid-washed, grimy straight leg jeans, boots laced over the hems finishing up his outfit, the necromancer felt the tug of dead girls and figured that maybe chasing ghosts was easier in the park. Boozehound wendigo didn't even surprise him, even if the cake and crowd did. "Oh." Simple, the remark that would've followed was left unspoken, catching the way his jacket still sat on Erin's shoulders. Stomach twisting, he took the steps over with fingers combing messy curl-hawk out of his face and...yeah, he smelled like he'd been mucking about in the woods, sap and dirt under the nails, mud making his feet heavy, but Chase had a life to save. The irony wasn't lost on him, but he'd scoop Rena's bottle of alcohol up and step between Will and Erin, wiggling the whiskey like a dog toy. "Whoa now. Let's just drink and...Saturday night, come on." Way to fail at distracting, but he'd rather not have an audience for his...well. For Erin's dinnertime. He wouldn't touch, free palm held out for her hand even as his face went to Rena. "What's going on?"

Ramirez's eyes went wide at Erin's reaction to Slick's comments, cannibal spirit letting out a noise not all that human, a little startled yip that was better suited coming from a canine or something with a lot more sharp teeth, but then she felt Chase's magic, and groaned, head tipping back. Drunk as she was, she let herself exaggerate her dislike of the necromancer, crinkling her nose and reaching out with clawed hand to snatch the bottle back, missing by inches. "Not yours to share!" She squawked out, trying to get her feet under her but failing when he looked at her. Damn magic using jerk. Frowning up at him, the wendigo huffed, gaze dropping to the box of chocolates in her lap. "Nothing. I was just. Drinking and eating cake then they showed up and--don't." His axe, nearly landing on the blanket when he'd made his way over to play referee, got her attention, and eyes were suddenly saucers, mouth an 'O' of shock. "...What the hell?"

Will Hadote's gaze was constantly on Cal, now. He didn't know exactly what she was, but he did know that she was something, something that wanted to take a chunk out of him. Just like nearly everything else in this damned city. Maybe it was time to move again... but, nah, he had made some actual friends here. Kind of. He took another long pull of his smoke, and as he exhaled, the edges of his lips curled in a what was almost a snarl. "You wanna fuckin' start shit? 'Cause I'll fuckin' go." She was smaller than him, and he could fight, but she wasn't human. That didn't matter to him, though. Then, one more person showed up. Jesus, what was this, a party? And did he just have a... fucking axe? He already knew this, certainly, but this city was fucked up!

Logan had apparently wandered into an undead convention, though he wouldn't have known it. Looking faintly bemused, he'd cant his head to one side, staring over at Chase with ill-disguised suspicion. Normal people didn't just walk out of the woods covered in blood. Unless they were like him, but we won't talk about that. "Everythin' all right?" he addressed Chase directly, voice smooth and free of any accusation, but the man remaining on the alert. Just in case.

Calahan was a little too far gone by this point to initially notice her valentine come bouncing out of the woods like there were man eating beetles in his boots, off to wrangle his lady bull by her horns. Brown eyes remained in a cloudy squint at Will for now, waiting for him to come through with the attitude adjustment that she'd so brazenly requested of a stranger when he blasted back at her. "You're the one eyeballing me for existing, you asshole. I didn't do anything to you.." Erin crossed her arms, maybe if he didn't want to to be ogled he could stop looking so god damned delicious. "Please.." She scoffed, another growl from her ravenous core that begged her to tear a chunk from his neck. Erin's breathing quickened, and she slammed her eyes shut, clenching fists until they were white knuckled. When, lucky for Will.. in between them steps Chase, shaking a bottle of whiskey and an alternative to her. Erin winced, feeling her middle flinch. "I'm not a dog, not-creepy." Then why are you growling, Calahan? She took a breath in through the freckled bridge of her nose and tried desperately to compose herself, taking up Chase's hand..in hopes she'd feel him and maybe feel a little better. "Sorry...I'm just hangry..and he was eyeballing me hard for not doing anything. He's fucking rude." She said, granting Rena the bottle back out of Chase's grasp and pushing red curls out of her face. My, was she embarrassed. Her other hand, squeezing Chase's tight now set her pupils wide an took away some of the haze in her eyes. "Sorry for ruining your anti-valentine's day...I just don't deal well with...mean people.." She said, turning to Will with a squint. "I will fucking eat you, bro.."

Wentworth frowned at Rena's outburst, eyes squinting down at the ghost girl and shushing her with a look. "Can't a guy cut a trapped animal out of a tree?" Blood was...totally the animal's. Totally. Chase won't elaborate, glad to have Erin's hand in his and biting the inside of his cheek to keep his magic from spilling over once they're touching, eager to calm things down. Logan's tone gets him to look up at him instead, and the creep blinks, smile probably not that reassuring but he gives one none the less. "Totally alright. Trying to stop the fight going on over here is all." Yeah, sure. Chase shifts his weight, keeping himself between redhead and Slick, but turns to face the latter. "Why ya gotta go provoke her? She's not joking." Small step back, he watches the whiskey return back to Rena and furrows his brows in consideration. "Come on, have a drink. Steal a bite of cake. Ignore the claws and hissing." Smirking a bit, necromancer can't help but poke fun at the monster girls. "They'll calm down soon enough...if you will too." He wasn't fantastic at keeping the peace, but for tonight, he'd try. Mister Unfazed had him a little worried though, cause...when the cannibal reacts in fear? That generally means scary, doesn't it? "Feel like joining us, or...?" Asking Logan, he'd make grabby hands in Rena's face for a fork of his own. Cough it up.

Ramirez squinted up at Will and folded her legs under her, backpack pulled into her lap and giving up more of her blanket. "You can stay if you want...but...stop being so rude, maybe? Alcohol helps my bad moods!" Wiggling the bottle that got passed around like hot potato, Erin's apology gets a shrug out of her. "If I wasn't too afraid of face planting if I tried standing up, I'd help nibble too. No need for so much hostility in my pity party." Pouting, Chase's explanation for the axe doesn't pass muster, and she coughs a 'bullshit', letting the conversation carry on without her until he's making hands for a fork. "Just because I actually can't say no, doesn't mean you should abuse it." Muttered, his magic has claws in her too, but unlike Erin, she doesn't crave it. It must work differently for different forms of dead folk, cause honestly, she'd like to stab her straw in his eye rather than play nice. Something about Chase got her skin crawling.

Will Hadote's gaze narrowed on Cal. "Bull fucking shit." At least he didn't want to eat her- not that he'd say that out loud, because there were other people here that might not know about that crap. He was staring her down, begging for her to take a shot at him so he could start beating the shit out of her. He hadn't been in a good mood for weeks, and what Cal said especially, first talking as if he wasn't even there -then accusing him of wrong doing- definitely rubbed him the wrong way. And yeah, he definitely caught what she said next. "Fucking try it, bitch!" Nope, no way was he going to say 'yes' to Chase's request. As to him provoking her, "I didn't fucking do anything!" Then, Ram accusing him as well. Couldn't catch a break. More than frustrated, but not wanting to go up against bloody-axe guy and the chick that wanted to eat him, as well as the chick on the ground -even if she was drunk- he attempted to start walking away. Kind of, barely, controlling that temper. "Fuck off!" Hey, at least Logan hadn't gotten on his bad side.

Logan one eyebrow raised, looked dubiously at the bloodied young punk. Animal in a trap. Uh huh. Curious as the situation was, the man decided right there and then to stay the hell out of it. 'Were-bear' though he may have been, he wasn't sure what the rest of them were. Supernatural, for sure, but exactly what? Or worse - they could have been hunters. "Nah. Better get goin'. Got a missus at home waitin' for me." Yeah, Logan, use Wynstelle as an excuse.

Calahan squinted at Will and shook her head, she didn't want to fight. "Yeah bull fucking shit." She said under her breath but tried to avoid further conflict. It seemed to have been dropped on her behalf while Will stewed. Cal seemed much more docile when she was holding hands with Chase, all that ginger fire in her belly calmed to a flicker. She offered him a secret smile, lacing her fingers in his free hand until he wriggled his fingers away to grab for a fork. Eyes flicked to Rena, chocolate focusing on her own gaze when she said she'd nibble too. Erin flared her nostrils, and tilted her head at Rena. She had to be kidding, just like Erin was kidding about eating Will. Totally kidding, yep! She wouldn't eat him up like digiorno. "Hey now, it isn't a pity party if you..if you don't let it be a pity party. Eyes peered to her open bag on the ground and Erin dived onto the blanket to close it. "No peeking." She said to 'Creepy Chase.' There totally was not a copy of Paranorman in there. Paper bag with handles was rolled down so he couldn't see inside. Smooth. But, she patted the spot on the blanket next to her, and the cake so they could have a nice little semi circle of weirdos on the grass. Night time freak picnic, what what? "Rena, did you make this cake?" Head tilted as she claimed up her fork and stole another bite with a giddy squeal. "This is delicious." The ginger offered a big, sincere smile. A wonder what a hand hold could do...even if the death on her reached out for the magic on Chase. Here it came. 'Try me bitch' "I'll show you who's the bitch you little fucker. It ain't me." She took a breath and went off running, aiming to tackle his ass to the ground by way of a crouch and a shoulder under his ribs at a full force sprint, pushing all of her weight onto him, sure to at the very least knock him on his ass were he not looking. Zombies were wicked fast. Swiftly, had he fallen, he'd find the redhead grabbing wrists and attempting to pin them to the ground. "Look here, you entitled little prick, you don't just get to look at people like however you fuckin' want!" She growled, squinting down at him as fog took the brown completely out of her eyes. Ample opportunity to land a hit or push her off.

Wentworth blinked fake-innocent eyes at the bag Erin rushed to hide, nose crinkling in amusement even as Rena started grumbling. He couldn't blame her for being salty about his powers, but when Will continued to mouth, Chase wasn't surprised Erin got back up. Sighing, giving the wendigo a look that said 'why'd you two gotta do that', the necromancer stood back up, axe scooped up and, cringing, he'd consider it. Throwing might do enough to get them to stop, but Chase didn't wanna risk hitting someone that wouldn't get back up. Also, again. Audience. Setting it back down with a pat to the handle, he ruffles Rena's silver wig and grins at Logan. "Good idea, I'd get going. Monster mash about to happen." Voice taking on a darker, rough tone, the necromancer reaches out with his magic to grab at Erin, grips of smoke winding around her, even as he walks closer. "You got a death wish?" Asking Will, he reaches down with pale, too pale, hands, and lifts Erin to his side, hoping he gets through to her. Eyes gone black, the yin to her cloudy yang in a way, it seems he'd been busy out the woods. Powers a lot more intense than the last few times he's thrown them around. "Seriously, don't piss off a girl. Undead or not, they're feisty." Trying to keep things from going bloody, he's already got to deal with the sacrifice's on his clothes. Also, not on his jacket, please, people. Leather's so finicky about being cleaned.

Ramirez didn't even feel bad about getting Slick riled to the point Erin chased after him, only leaning out of the way and protecting her drink and cake. Chase's expression got a giggle out of her, and. Oh, time to go. Distraction appeared! Wiggling feet into her boots, she glances up to see Creepy Chase going and hisses, spirit getting pulled closer to the surface with the use of his powers so close to her. Wendigo scratches behind one ear, antlers begging to be pushed through, limbs straining to stretch and instincts screaming 'eat eat eat'. No. Frowning at herself, Rena climbs to her feet on wobbly bambi legs, knees clattering together. Backpack collected, it takes serious effort not to follow, not to devour. Or say a parting comment, even. Nope. She's gone, platforms doing her no favors during her escape, but she's out. Sorry, blanket. Cake. They will be missed, but...can be replaced. People? Not so much.