ringing in the new year

[beastkeeper]

For the most part, the beginning of every new year on the block is the same. There's the party, held down in the common room (barely distinguishable from the lobby, but hey, who cares), and the reminders that go up in the week prior, telling people to bring food to share (not that everyone does — the witch provides more than enough, anyhow). There are, of course, smaller parties, held in the apartments upstairs or on the grounds, and the combinations of creatures always rotates (more or less), but the overall air remains the same. The end of one year and the ushering in of another is cause to celebrate.

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AMELIA | courtyard

[crypsis]

[It's early evening, barely even night, but already parties have started up around the block, the wind bringing vague snatches of music and voices. Amelia would like to join one, truly she would, but she's having a hard time building up the courage. Uncertain on where she should go, how she should do it, she sits in the courtyard, thinking out various scenarios instead of simply getting up to find out how things would really go.]

[faunas]

[ It seems as though all of the pretty girl with nervous and quickening hearts are finding their way to the courtyard tonight, not that Jordan judges them for it and not that he particularly minds. He himself has foregone most of the parties beyond the perfunctory ones (Circe and the like). Instead, he saunters and smokes, smokes and saunters, stopping occasionally to greet whatever souls make it to the small stretch of dried out grass and pathways and benches, the odd child's playground and jungle gym, all of which make up the complex's courtyard.

When he catches sight of Amelia, he makes his way over, easy as anything. His limbs are lank and loose and there's a cigarette (the third of many yet to come) dangling from his bottom lip, collecting ash at the tip. When he's within earshot, he stops and lifts the fedora that sits slantedly on his head. A little tip, a little nod. ]

Creeping, creeping, but no mouse; I spy with my little eye, an Amelia out of the house.

[crypsis]

Ah.

[She isn't expecting anyone to be out here - or to notice her if they are. She tenses, eyes wide, and her skin starts to take on the colours of the wall she's sitting on. Starting at the tips of her fingers, crawling upwards, almost an instinctive defence.

It's a breath and no more, though. She can manage Jordan, for a little while at least, until his strange way of talking set her confused and even more uncertain than deciphering a normal conversation. She straightens her back slightly, her expression smoothing out, and the colour fades from her skin.]

Not against the rules, is it. Need some fresh air before everything kicks off in there.