1/8/2004

09:54 PM

Logfile from Chase.

 

Central Park (Eastern End)

This is an incredibly huge park, very well maintained despite crowds that move through here at any hour, though it tends to be more deserted at night. Cobblestone paths run through the grassy areas, benches scattered everywhere. The park itself is divided into many sections, featuring even a restuarant at the center, a zoo, several statuary monuments, a fountain, and a floral garden.

To the south, the path slopes downward, passing beneath a bridge over which cars drive, and emerging into a wider opening, where the Zoo is locathed. Glancing further, you can see a red brick building with an intriguing clock on top. Once an hour, on te hour, the bronze statues of animals dance around the clock while an animated little tune chimes their rounds.

Hatsui is here.

Obvious exits:

Central Park (NO)   67th St. (EA)   Central Park (WE)   Zoo

 

There's more snow on the way, so the forecasts say, but Anana's out beforehand, laughing as she helps another kid -- younger than she, though it doesn't really matter -- make a snowman on one of the hills. "Now we just need the carrot and the stones for the nose and eyes and mouth," she declares with a bright laugh, clapping her mittens together as the kid darts off to go find the necessary ingredients for the completion of it all.

 

*SWOOOOOSH-CH* Whatever sort of sound is that? Why it is a sled skidding out, that's what. Loose snow flutters everywhere with the movement as a certain young man just manages to bring it to a halt shy of the snowman builders. Looking most amused at Anana, Chase'll just sit there until she notices who it is, each breath exhaled forming a steamy cloud before him.

 

Another bright laugh heralds Anana's notice of the sledder, and she promptly tosses a handful of snow his way in teasing. "You're nuts! Christmas present, or something you had stowed away for just this kind of weather?" she asks, tilting her head. "Either way, are you going to take pity on poor sled-less little me and take me along soon?"

 

"Borrowed it from some kids up the hill," Chase admits, canting a look up to wave at some pre-teen boys up there. He then looks back at Anana, chuckling at the snow. As if it'll matter, he's already got enough scattered over him. "You carry it up the hill, you get to go down on it. That's how it works. Classic sled etiquette." He bobs his head with affirmation, before squinting at the snowman. "He looks lopsided."

 

"Well, Jamie and I can't exactly lift heavy things, so I couldn't straighten it after all of that and so we wound up just leaving it as it was, and I think it gives it /character/, Chase, so just deal. Unless you're going to help straighten it?" Gloved hands go upon her hips, and Anana gives him such a teasing look. "And sure, I'll haul it up the hill! I was thinking of pulling a joke on Darren, but now that he lives with 'Suna and Dylan, I'd /never/ get away with it." A gusty sigh, and she looks oh-so-mournful at the very thought of losing pranking priveleges.

 

Chase continues to look sideways at the snowman, blinking at it for a few more moments before shrugging his shoulders. "Yeah, character." He turns to look back at Anana, grinning. Eventually, the teen climbs off of the sled, coming to his feet with gloved hands that dust at the back of his pants. He perks though at the note of a joke, dark eyebrows arching, "Oh? What's this? Tell."

 

Beaming, Anana takes up the tug to the sled, waving to the returning Jamie. "Seeyouround!" she calls out in babble-quick manner before her other hand grabs Chase's, and she begins to drag both sled and teen over to the base of the hill. "Something involving snow, but it's hard in an apartment. Can't carry a giant snowball in the elevator, 'specially not there, without getting questions. I definitely don't want to do anything with the soccer cleats. What do you suggest?"

 

Chase is drug. He chuckles and then lenghtens his stride to pull Anana up instead. "You're going to do something to another Genbu involving snow?" he asks, making sure he's got that one right. "Sure you don't want it to backfire on you?" He thinks for a moment, and then offers her a sly grin, "A bag of ice and one of those shaved ice machines?" Grin.

 

"... ooh. And he's my /brother/. I'm the little sister. If I don't pull pranks, I'm not doing something right and Bad Things-" The capitalization is audible. Really. "-will happen. And 'tis the season for snow-pranks, and who better, and /anyway/, the worst I'll get in return is the same done to me or an illusion dropped on my head and being dragged off somewhere, which isn't so bad, so..." Puffing up the slope, she willingly takes Chase's help. "And food colouring. Somehow, it has to involve food colouring."

 

Chase perks. Oh, how he perks. "Food coloring?" Unnatural colors are fun. Very fun. "What exactly is going to happen with the food coloring? It is going to be used to color... food, perhaps? Or something else? Something... inanimate? Like clothing? Or something that can retaliate?" Like Darren.

 

"I haven't quite decided!! It's got to have food colouring. And so of course I was going to talk to you about it for ideas," Anana says with a grin, finally plopping down at the top of the hill on the sled, but not moving just yet. "And Darren can't do laundry to save his life. The number of pairs of pink underwear he's wound up with due to putting his red turtleneck in the whites load... ahem. Anyway. It'd have to be on something other than clothes. Could combine snow and food colouring..."

 

Chase grins wryly, "Brice practically strangled me when I used the kool-aid thing." Well, maybe not for that part of the prank in particular, but it is close enough. "Pink underwear? Anana, that's a visual I could have easily done without, but thank you all the same." Twitch. Twitch. He eyes the placement of the sled, eyes Anana and then drags the sled to another side of the hill, the 'fun' side.

 

Anana laughs. "Well, I bet you've done that more'n once, and I don't know if he still has them, but it was really funny at the time, and ... where're we going?" Now she's a little wary of this. Rocks, steepness, insanity... ahh well, they'll live. "That was a masterful prank, the kool-aid."

 

"Have not. First off, I don't wear... Okay, now we're going into territory that we really shouldn't be." Chase shakes his head from side to side before taking a long step back and motioning to the sled. "Sit. Sit. You've got medical coverage, right?" Yep, followed by another grin.

 

"What, you don't wear underwear?" Anana asks, happily deliberately misinterpreting Chase's statement. "That must get cold." Nevertheless, with cheerful trust, she settles on the sled. "Yep. And if we get into trouble, we can always just go ask Kai or Minai for help anyway. Not that I'd want to get hurt or anything."

 

Chase refuses to blush, and if he does, it'll be blamed on the brisk weather. "We aren't talking about this," he emphasizes, rolling his eyes. Girls. "Oh, what are a couple of bumps and bruises, if it is all in the name of a good rush. Hang on!" And what does he do? Instead of pushing the back of the sled, he presses hands to the back of Anana's shoulders in preperation for a push.

 

"But it's /funny/," Anana protests with a laugh, then stares over her shoulder at Chase as she's shoved. "Waityou'recomingtooright?" Oh dear. Somehow, she doesn't think so. This is going to be really scary. Yep.

 

"I'm not getting into panty lines and such with you right now, Anana," Chase emphasizes, especially when the boys that he browed the sled from are in something of a listening distance. Older boy hero-worship only goes so far. And he isn't going to miss a fun ride. Nope. Clutching her shoulders, and after getting off a couple of paces with the push, he hops on behind Anana as the skid down the front of the slope. Would you just look at all of those bumps ahead? Definitely gotta hang on or risk getting dumped off, and with that hold that he has on the smaller girl means whatever happens, it'll happen together.

 

There's a shriek of half-fear, half-delight at the sudden rush of air over her face. Well, who can blame her? Anana's a kid still, and this is far too much fun. Steering is difficult, though, and a few bumps joggle the pair of them back towards the rear of the sled -- until a rock, unseen beneath the covering of snow, catches one portion of the sled. A confusion of air, sky, trees... and then a big cloud of snow. And whitewashed faces as a result. But Anana's giggling like mad.

 

Chase clings and clutches and speaks all matter of words, most of which are probably lost in the wind. Sledding isn't a quiet experience. One must bellow and cry out all the way down. "WooHoo!" would be in the majority. Bump after bump has him gripping Anana a little tighter, along with an 'OoooOOOOooooo' at a particularly harrowing moment. Well, that is until they topple over. Ack. Chase actually squeaks before becoming One with the snow. Faceplanting in the white stuff is harsh. Picking his head up and spitting the snow from his mouth, he searches for Anana. "Hey! There was at least half the hill left to go."

 

Anana is still giggling as she straightens up, digging in the snow for her hat. "But there was a rock! And I can't do anything about rocks, and so boom! But that was FUN!" She shakes her hat at him, scattering quite a bit of snow out of the inside of it. Her cheeks are bright red from the cold, and she's highly amused. "Or are you a wimp?"

 

Chase makes a vague attempt at trying to find where the sled went, noticing it somewhere further ahead of them and kept by any further forward progress by a rather wide tree. He looks back only to see a hat being waved at him. "I'm not a wimp!" comes the immediate protest, along with a rather wimply and half-heartedly tossed fist full of snow in her direction.

Splat. And Anana'd just gotten her face clean, too! Darnit. "Are too," she says cheerfully as she wipes her face clean, then kicks a load of snow at him with a laugh, picking herself up and wriggling out of the drift. "Bleh. Anyway, that was fun. I wish I had my toboggan..."

 

Chase blinks. "Oooooh. Toboggan. Now that would be fun. Just imagine the speed we could get with that one one of the steeper hills." Plotting. Already plotting plenty. His eyes light up at the idea as he considers just how much fun that would be. "I'm telling you though. Next summer. Brice and I could set up this ice slide down the stairs of the Berkley. That would so rock."

 

Anana considers for a moment. "Well, actually, I think it's in the house, which I /do/ have keys to and it wouldn't be too hard to get," she says thoughtfully. "But I don't wanna do it right now, 'cos that'd be a bit of a trek. But it'd be cool... I'll do it on the weekend. So, what's been happening?"

 

"If you need a ride to move it anywhere this weekend, I can get one." And by legal means, thank you very much. It is too cold to go joyriding in stolen cars anyway, even if he has seen a couple of idiots leaving their unlocked cars running to get warmed up. "Oh.... the usual. School. Girlfriend. Job. All on the up and up." He has to add that last in, otherwise he gets 'looks'.

 

"Hmm. I might, the nearest subway stop's a bit of a ways. Safe enough area, though," is Anana's quick response as she tries to make sure that none of the snow in her coat's hood reaches the back of her coat. That would provoke too much shimmying. "That's good to hear. Do you want to make another run?"

 

Chase turns his head to notices one of the pre-teens waving to him. "Ah, I think that our sled is about to be confiscated. But maybe if you lay on your back and I sit on you, you'll work just as well?" He flashes her a bright and teasing grin before finally picking himself up off of the ground and offering her a hand up as well. "You let me know if there is anything I can do to help you pull one over on Darren. That'd be great."

 

Anana blushes scarlet. "CHASE!" Well, it could be worse. So perhaps Anana's mind isn't quite gutter-free, but that's certain influences' faults. Ahem. "Well, we have to do /something/. It's been too long and I've been good for way too long."

 

Chase blinks at Anana, absolutely clueless. And thing blinks again. "Ugh. Anana. Who in the hell have you been around lately? That's just gross." And he'll do a dramatic shudder now. Mostly 'cause he considers her as a sister, and always has -not that he already has enough sisters as it is. "Man, if I ever said something like that around you guys, one of you would give me one of those looks and then threaten me with a beating or a skewering."

 

"Remember who I live with, and really, Matt stops by sometimes, and Yui too, and so it tends to get really earthy sometimes, and yeah," Anana says, bright red. "And you were the one who said it, and I think it's gross too so don't even start on contemplating it. And I couldn't beat you or skewer you anyway, so you're safe from that."

 

"I just knew they'd corrupt you," Chase mutters, moving over to reclaim the sled and then start back up the hill. "I meant that completely innocent and... you're twisted. So yeah, if you want sick innuendos, keep up with the Seiryuu. Or Lee. Neil too." He heaves a sigh, and then glances back at her. "Next time we get together, lets ambush some Byakko with another snowball fight. It has been awhile since they've been lessoned by the Genbu." Teach them good.

 

Anana is still red, and she jams her hat on her head more securely. "With you, is anything ever completely innocent?" she asks, then giggles at the thought of another snowball fight with the desert-dwellers. "Yeah! We need to get Lee and Mina and maybe even Dylan in on that one."

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