Play Time (Stitch, The Broodmother, Open)

[glenn]

"Hmm? Why do I wanna know? It's crime, it's interesting, it's a mystery, a conundrum of an urban legend. It fascinates me, that is all." Kaitlyn was as stone faced as a professional poker player, stoic to a literal tee as she looked between the two of them and then broke eye contact, drifting up and to side for a moment. "Right, I forgot to tell you my name didn't I? It's Kaitlyn, Kaitlyn Stone." A quirk of her eyebrow as she curled her lips to the side a bit, she found that strange really, forgetting to introduce herself? That wasn't at all like herself and for a moment she looked genuinely confused.

"I'm sorry I'm not at all feeling like myself today, it's odd that I forgot to introduce myself. Guess all this school work is pulling me down a bit," she smiled an awkward smile, half cocked like a grin but it wasn't forced, rather, it was like she never really had much time to smile, all business all school work, all the time; A bit socially inept even. But, when Eliza got to the stories, the accusations that she herself, was old helljaws....she didn't even flinch at all. The girl knew something, something she wasn't letting onto, but that didn't matter as all good things came to those who waited and Kaitlyn/Stitch was very, very patient in these regards. "Yes, I've heard that as well, but that's all I've heard about Helljaws. He leaves no trace of the bodies, like they were devoured whole or something."

Kaitlyn scratched her neck softly, this was a bit weird really. Why would she know where he lived exactly and then it all came back to the whole two plus two equaled six theory - something just wasn't adding up with this girl and that put Katie on her guard. Even more so when she offered to take them to his lair, but she was going to take the bait anyways, it was a matter of principles a certain unwritten rule in her own code-book; pride had nothing to do with it, rather, she wanted to see this person with her own two eyes - mutual respect between her and someone like herself; efficient and capable, a real killer.

"Alright then, I'm game to go see this Maw place it's certainly better than sitting here all day and highlighting everything from the letter a to the letter z for my exams." She spoke with a certain nonchalance as she jotted down certain keywords from the girl's own words - The maw, property damage, buckets of blood and missing people, then with a quickness that border-lined on eagerness, stuffed her laptop and notepad into her bag and zipped it up. "I'm ready whenever you are, Miss Eliza."

Today was an interesting day after all, a meeting with someone that she did know something about and not only that, respected a great deal. But this girl, something about her flipped the old paranoia switch in Kaitlyn's brain and all at once, she was definitely on guard. Call it paranoia or call it intuition, but that girl gave off some....vibes that even Kaitlyn found a bit unnerving but chose not to really show it, rather she just went along with her suggestion, a yawn escaping her mouth as she finished off her tea and oatcake in one go. Research and school work was done with, it was time for some exploration and meeting a very important person.

She just didn't know what to expect when they got there and that, was the problem. She had a pair of balisong knives on her person, but that was it really. Though that was all she'd really need if someone or something did attack them, Kaitlyn had a certain....way with knives big or small. It was as much a part of her as the air she breathed, or her muscles or her blood. It was simply, how Kaitlyn worked. "Anything we need before we go there?"

[johnseever]

[/color] he asks them as he looks between them.

Thinking, he takes another drink and ponders, "You sure that is a good idea?" he asks them. "I mean, if this Helljaw lives there, and walking into the home of something that is not seen, sort of like closing the door of a room with no windows and no obvious ways out?" he adds as he studies the two of them and sets his cup down as he thinks. This is a crazy idea. I know that I could protect them, although I might get a good beating int he process. Elisa seems to be knowledgeable in this Helljaw, as does Kaitlyn, and Kaitlyn is hiding something, like she knows something that others do not. Batman could make an appearance there, but it depends on the situation...

As Terry thinks, he takes a bit as he closes his eyes to think. He opens them and looks at the two for a moment before speaking. "I might be regretting this, but I might as well come along. Who knows what else is down there, besides this Helljaw or whatever it is called. I am sure that the various gangs and lowlife that are down in the subways or dark areas are similar to the ones that are in Gotham," he comments. "So, what time are we going to this Maw place?" he asks them.[/size][/ul]

[echidna]

Eliza beamed in the privacy of her skull. This woman's expression went wooden so perfectly that it gave nothing away. So well, in fact, that it gave an aweful lot away! She'd been trained, Eliza knew, but she wasn't a social butterfly. She was pretty and a busy college student, but socially inept? With a body like that, Eliza knew, she could have been a model and had any man she wanted, but this Kaitlyn had an akward, girlish smile, an athletic body, and little in the way of social grace, which told her a little story.

Now that Eliza knew what she was watching for, she spotted it - the self control, even in the absence of it in forgetting to introduce herself - she felt bad about forgetting, like she was dissapointed in herself. Eliza's expression never lost that pleasant, chirpy smile, but to a person who knew what to look for, she too gave little hints - her attention was sharp and penetrating, like she had nothing else to pay attention to in the whole of the world. There was a sort of calmness that was noticable if only for the tension of many people all around her in one place, and here she was, calm and loose, as not the least little bit concerned she might get her bag snatched by a passerby. Little things... but maybe she was just a keen listener who was a bit naive, who couldn't conceive that she could be robbed or something with so many people around her?

"Nice to meet you, Kaitlyn" she beamed "we could meet at old south station by the old trainyard. If we work our way into the old tunnels around noon tomorrow we should be able to see the entrance before night... I wouldn't want to be there after that - the train comes in around seven thirty and I don't want the rough looking guys who unload it to find us there - I met them when I did my paper... but they seemed like the kind of guys who don't think much and do what theyre told, if you get me..."

She stood, rattling her empty cup almost mournfully, tossed it into the trashcan, and smiled at Terry.

"I'd better finish my errands - You coming with me, Terry, or you wanna stick here?"

[johnseever]

[/color] he states to Eliza as he finish his drink and stands up. He nods to Kaitlyn and looks at the two. "So, should I get anything to be ready, just in case we run into something that should not be down there?" he asks the two as he is playing it that he has no idea. "Cause, if so, what do you two suggest?" he adds.