07-13-2012, 03:03 PM
"Clearly, you don't know a compliment when you hear one. Nor did you pick up on the fact that I was… nevermind." Why was he even wasting his breath on this woman? She was obviously not from the area as features suggested. Still, she was interesting.
Tossing a piece of dried meat her way, he commented in a rather snarky tone, "That's meat and you eat it." A haughty look was smeared across his features as he turned away from her again. "I suggest you act a little politer or you'll find yourself in more trouble than you wish. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to engage in some tomfoolery and find those which do not belong here and remove them from this land." Leaving with a shoulder shrug, he sauntered away.
His footing took him to an old woman perched on a park bench. Gripped between her knobby hands was a fedora of the finest quality. Impressed and immediately interested in it, he took a seat beside the old lady. "My fair lady, what troubles that beautiful face of yours?" He was laying on the charm a little thick but the winkled elder didn't seem to mind.
"Oh, I was just decided what to do with my late husband's hat." Her hands moved toward a trash receptacle.
When his eyes saw this, they dilated. "You can't just toss a of that caliber out!" His hands seized the hat and pulled the object toward his chest. "How much," he asked while fingering the gray material.
"Keep it," her soft voice whispered. "You seem to love it as much as Byrne did so it's yours. Wear it with pride, handsome." She rose to her feet, leaving Ryder to man the bench himself. Hat in his hands, he flipped it atop his blonde head of hair and rolled on a beaming grin. It fit flawlessly. Its grayed color even matched his pants, making them a complete set. Pants, tie, and hat were all in unison now. White shirt and rusty vest squared out the look. He was, if he did say so himself, dashing looking.
Before pushing himself off the bench, he pulled out another smoke only he didn't lit it this time. Bobbing between his lips, Ryder moved from the bench and began to walk toward the end of the park, hands in his pockets, muttering to himself something about 'if I were a nonhuman, where would I hide.'
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