In the Park: Thursday after classes.

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Duce has completely monopolized one of the park benches. She's got her sketch pad out and an entire plastic toolbox full of drawing implements, and is apparently trying to get a good sketch of squrrels at play. A large insulated mug is to her right, and the steam that escapes the lid is tinged with the smell of white chocolate raspberry mocha.

Her face is set in concentration, and it looks like she's been drawing for awhile. There are dozens of people milling about the park. Couples walking, a little old lady on another bench feeding the birds, a little old man with a walker slowly making his way through the leaves. Every so often, a pair of uniformed police officers will stroll through, obviously on walking patrol. Off to one side, it looks like a group of college students are setting up equipment to film something. A black camcorder and a few battered boom mics lay in a heap near them.

(ooc: Open to RP for anyone who wants to play with Duce or use the park. Please note: There are dozens of people in the park today so unless you surround yourself with a cone of silence, the NFB tag is completely disallowed in this post and threads.)

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After dissecting his frog (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/370973.html), Jake decides to take the scenic route home, half-way intending to stop by the Emporium to see if they have anything fun. He's lost in thought and actually walks past Duce without really noticing her.

Then he stops and spins around. "You!"

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Duce doesn't look up from her drawing. The squirrel's tail is a difficult piece of drawing, to get the fur to look just fuzzy enough but not fuzzy cartoonish. She sees Jake, and doesn't hail him as he walks past. As he spins and exclaims at her, she diffidently answers, "Us. Hello, Jake."

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"You!" Jake repeats and stalks over to her. He stands in her line of sight and waves his hands at her. "You, you! Bad person! Leather! With the pants! And I had to watch!"

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Duce remains impassive in the lieu of Jake's flailing fit. Putting her pencil aside, she rolls sideways and comes up crosslegged, looking up at him. Her face is blank of expression, and her voice is calm. "Bad? How? Are you telling us you didn't enjoy it? That you'd have prefered to not watch? You will recall that we at least made sure you were on equal terms with it."

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"Argh!" Jake says and kicks at a pebble. He then sighs deeply and scratches his nose. "Yeah, yeah, I still say you're a bad, bad person, but..." He grins. "I did like the result."

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"Of course we're a bad person, Jake. We're a gorgon," she replies calmly. "Glad you liked it, though. He doesn't look ugly in them." Reaching without looking, she picks up her coffee mug and brings it to her lips for a drink.

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"No, he definitely doesn't," Jake agrees. He crouches down beside her. "What're you doing? You were doing this yesterday (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/368751.html?view=17466991#t17466991) too, weren't you?"

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Duce tilts her face at the sketchpad and shakes her head. Pulling the pad into her lap, she flips the pages back. There's the obligatory crowd shot, showing the audience, a rendering of Scooter laughing, a remarkably detailed picture of Faith's face, and a sketch of Alex and Jake together. There's also a roughed in drawing of a parrot with a pirate hat and eyepatch, but that one's a little off, and incomplete, as if something about it bothered her and she didn't finish it.

"Sketching," she replies. "We've been on a kick lately. We blame you."

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"Hey, I haven't even sketched you yet," Jake protests. He smiles. "Heh. Me'n'Krycek. ...The Faith one's really good... Huh. You think she'd hurt me if I asked her to pose? I do really have enough models already, but she's hot and with danger vibes."

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"That's why we blame you. There was no sketching going on, and our brain made us fill the void," she responds indifferently. "Faith likes a party, and she obviously has very little in the way of body shyness, so she'd probably go for it."

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"Huh." Jake nods. "Might ask her then. Hey, could I sketch you later today?"

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"We have no plans so far. You have the cell number, just give us a call. Need us to wear anything in particular?" she asks.

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Jake straightens again and shakes his head. "Nah, was just going to sketch. See what you look like, kind of."

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"See what we look like?" Duce tilts her head, almost as if she's curious. The snakes look at each other and then look over at Jake. One of them keeps looking between the coffee and Jake.

Duce lazily brings the coffee up for another long gulp.

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"Yeah, I see people differently when I sketch them." Jake shrugs. He gives the puzzled snake an amused look. "I'm on my way to buy my own coffee," he explains. "I can probably make it until then."

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"Ah. We see people differently all the time. One of the differences with using their," she gestures at the snakes, "senses instead of ours."

The snake that had been watching pointedly turns it's back, slithering to the back of Duce's head in a 'I wasn't staring' kind of gesture.

Duce looks Jake over consideringly, "This is the first time ever we've seen you without coffee in your hands. Almost wish we had a camera."

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"I don't always walk around with a mug of coffee," Jake points out. "...Just a lot of the time. 'Kay, I'll call you later." He starts walking away, waving to both Duce and the snakes.

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Duce waves a hand. The snakes wiggle. One of them makes a snorting noise of disbelief. Duce smirks at it.