Sine ira et studio. [open]

[Masquerade]

["Without anger or bias."]

Fetch leaned against what remained of a narrow stump, the tree that'd one been part of it having long ago been hauled off for building. The youth was in one of her moods. Luckily, not one of the bad ones.

A delicate smile graced her features as she bobbed her head to some private beat, occasionally a hummed tune rising to a volume audible to anyone passing by. Her arms were crossed across her narrow chest, and her ankles were similarly crossed, betraying the hidden defensive instincts.

For the first time in a couple of days the sun was really, truly shining, not just meekly glowing from behind thin gray clouds. Somewhere out of sight a bird was calling to its neighbours; the high-pitched, narrow song was a stark contrast to the harsh reality of the city, but it helped the young woman to relax. Something natural in a wasteland of stone and steel, and the sorry state of the park.

[Rico Brooks]

Rico swung and gripped the branch below him, silently crouching upon the high branch in one of the expansive tree canopies. He saw the girl and he knew his jacket was close to her, on the tree below him actually. He frowned slightly, something about her intriqued him. He decided to sit and watch her.

His jacket was hung on one of the low head hieght branches, the long arms of the leather jacket swung aimlessly as the branch moved under the jackets weight. The badges were either faded or scratched but still readable, some were oil stained and others were warped in colour from various nights in the rain and harsh liquids of the underground. The tiger that stretched across his upper back on the jacket shone as the sun glimmered through the trees, the golden writing glinting.

[Masquerade]

Fetch was actually singing. It was just a quiet series of words, too soft to make out tune or actual lyrics, but the rise and fall in the pitch of her voice clearly marked out what she was doing.

In her defense, she was aware that there was someone around, although she didn't know who, and frankly she didn't really give a damn. She wasn't feeling particularly territorial, so she'd decided to live and let live. Besides, it was too nice of a day to start trouble in the ranks.

"You know, its considered polite to actually introduce yourself, rather than just watch."

[Rico Brooks]

Rico gripped the branch beneath him and dropped down onto his feet infront of his jacket, alittle way from the girl. He was crouched down and slowly stood as he kept his shocking blue eyes upon her face, splitting his face into a smile and spreading his leather gloved hands

"...Sorry 'bout that...Lovely day ain't it " his north london accent catching on the soft breeze.

[Masquerade]

"Beautiful, it is." Fetch hummed, eyeing the fellow hunter from under her eyelashes. Rico or something like that, he'd gotten around the city quite a bit. Annoying as hell, though.

"It would be even more pleasant if you'd not bother me. Unless you've got orders from the higher ups." she said flately, pushing herself away from the stump she'd been leaning on and straightening up to her full height.

"So, are you disrupting me in regards to business, or just because you can't be bothered to amuse yourself somewhere else?"

[[Guh, I hate rping females xP]]

[Rico Brooks]

Rico dropped his smile and gave her a distainful look, he made a move towards her and outstretched his hand. His leather clad palm moving straight towards her face but he moved his hand passed it and curled his fingers around his leather jacket hung behind her.

"...I was getting my jacket and it doesn't cost you anything to have a little civility to another ...." he began to pull his jacket on.