A Walk in the Park[Open]

[Emery Stark]

Did you every reall start to cry over something that you wrote? In Emery's case, she had. And it was because of it that she decided to stop it, tearing to shreds the half a dozen beginnings to a letter she'd never send and toss them away. Sleep wouldn't be coming on this her last night in her brother's home. The newlyweds were coming home the next evening and she still had no idea of where she'd be living and she wasn't sure the options she had were viable anymore. Though at present, she'd crashed at Mr. Cross's. It was almost as bad as it was at the beginning of the school year when she'd had the bottom of her world torn out by the head bitch on campus.

Sweats in black and a navy tee-shirt were worn along with her grey hoodie. She added her DC sneakers and would put the puppy on the leash to head out to the park. yea, it was dark. So what. She'd done it a million times before. Besides, it's not like anyone cared that she'd left the Tavern all alone. Abandoned again by those who said they cared. She was starting to get use to it, though, a complex might be forming. It could happen. Halo had stopped coming around. Olga was MIA. And the others, well, yea.

They reached the park and thankfully, it was quiet. It was night, so that was a good thing. Bench would be found and the dog danced about her feet before hopping up to curl into her lap. At least she ad the dog, right. Phone was pulled out and she'd place that call to Ursula....the woman in charge of her itinerary and plans for her summer trip to Paris. Message would need to be left and that was ok for Emery.

Perhaps a change of scene was needed.

[taranbranden]

Taran was out on walkabout, another beautiful night in Seattle, and he found himself at a place called Angle Lake Park. It should have been spelled Angel Lake Park, because all the fine sheilas were here. He had just come from doing his duties at Animal Addiction, and by crikey had Jacen piled on the work.

So he was happy to have finished up the tedium, even perfecting the African Grey parrot's version of "Bugger off!" before locking up shop and putting the alarm system on. In total, he had five customers come in wanting various exotica. Two Siberian Hamsters, some pinky rats to feed a Burmese Python, a corn snake, and hissing cockroach. That damned beast didn't want to go in a box, and crawled out onto Taran's hand before he stuffed it back in.

On his way to a park bench, he came across a woman who by looks of it, seemed distraught. The supermodel, being the kind sort, stopped to speak to Emery. "Love letters shouldn't be torn up, miss. And ya missed the rubbish bin over there." he smiled, picking up the remains of her letter, without being nosy, and put them in the waste bin. "Me name is Taran Branden, wha's ya name?" he asked in his delectable Aussie accent. He was a wet dream for most everyone, boy and girl alike.

Onyx curls adorned his head, which was covered with a Reef beanie, a plain white T and some designer jeans covering the rest of his athletic frame. On his feet were a pair of Vans, and he carried his skateboard, hearing that this place had a skateboard ramp. He didn't wear safety gear, much to his agent's dismay. He modeled for Fuze Models, an offshoot of L.A. Models here in Seattle, and was a Calvin Klein underwear model. Not that he bragged about it.

"So wha's ya trouble?" he asked curiously, expecting Emery to answer his question. Taran was a good listener, and had plenty of time on his hands to give a ear to someone's problems.

[Emery Stark]

"Hi, Taran, I'm Emery Stark. " The greeting left her lips effortlessly, the smile worn was most serene. She even picked up Nameless and set him back to her lap so that Taran would have room. "It's nice to meet you. And it wasn't a love letter. It was meant to be one maybe of goodbye, but just for a little bit. " Men, well, they were the bane of her exsistence at the moment.

"As far as trouble...it's just they are making me confused. I know it's silly. But I think I need to just get outta town and suss things out or maybe, just find a place to hide and chillax for a bit. " She wasn't use to having that runaway feeling. It left a nasty aftertaste in her mouth.

Blue eyes were busy studying him and well, she'd blink and then blink again."OMG! Forgive me for staring. My sister has a poster of you in your drawers on her wall. It just hit me. " Cheeks would pinken prettily and hand drew up, shoving back a lock of blond. "I bet you get that all the time. " The board was noted and envied. She had athletic prowess, though it was on the soccor field, not on the ramps.

"What brings you to Seattle, if I can ask, and how are you getting along?"