Description: Cammy meets Abel in Metro City park at night. The two of them seem to find each other strangely familiar... but neither of them really know why. Until the next time perhaps?
Long nights and even longer days. Questions being asked with Abel not even knowing if he is asking the right ones or even the right people. The past few months have felt like years and still the Frenchman has not found himself closer to figuring out parts of his past. He often wonders if he will ever get his memory back at this rate. All he can do is keep pressing on and hope he can find something. It wouldn't hurt for something to fall in his lap for once. It never is that easy, though. He has a feeling it is still a long hard road he is going to have to deal with.
Even so there is some peace and serenity found at times. For a man with such a fragmented mind nights like this current one are nice to have. He has been working through Metro as of late. Earning money as a bouncer for various clubs so he can at least afford a place to stay and food to eat as he lingers around. In fact tonight he was treating himself to a rather nice picnic. One that was interrupted by a stray mutt wandering through the park as well. One that managed to get Abel to share half of the sandwich that he bought in exchange for some pettings. When the food is gone though the mutt finds other places to go and once again Abel is left to himself as he glances skywards. "A night under the stars might not be so bad." he tells himself.
Cammy has for her part been avoiding Southtown lately, given the unfortunate encounter with Fio when she was just trying to enjoy a cup of tea with a friend. Given her main job is as always rooting out the great fighters of the world, it's perhaps not too surprising that she is roaming around Metro City, which is after all second only to Southtown as a city where fighters can be found on the ground thick as fleas.
The park is one of her favourite parts, too, though at night it's mostly empty. Except for, apparently, Abel. The red cloaked Doll wanders slowly past his little picnic, deep in thought. And then suddenly comes to a halt on the path, turning abruptly with the sound of boot on gravel to focus on Abel who seems... somehow strangely familiar perhaps. A feeling that the doll unfortunately knows far too well. So she pads over to him. "What is your name?" she asks, taking the direct approach.
The Frenchman seems well caught up in his thoughts. Normally he isn't so easily startled, but the voice of the young woman causes Abel to snap out of his small daze and quickly turn his attention towards Cammy. His head tilts a bit to the side and he sort of stays silent a moment while mulling things over. "That is a bit rude to ask for a name without giving your own." he finally says and he shifts his weight to where he is sitting Indian style with his hands resting on his knees.
"I am Abel." he finally says after a moment's thought again. It is a weird feeling he seems to be getting from the woman. Something seems familiar, but it mostly lingers in the back of his mind. It is times like this that can be most frustrating because he has to wonder if he truely may know the person somehow or it is just part of him just grasping at straws. More often than not things like this lead to disappointment and he is often finds out the person truely is a stranger and nothing more.
Cammy hmms, pondering, racking her brains. No, she doesn't recognise that name. Not that that necessarily means a whole lot. "Everybody always complains about politeness, so few are ever polite to me though it seems." she mutters, somewhat aggrieved by this touchy subject. She tries politeness sometimes, it rarely seems to help, so, screw it!
"I am Cammy. You seemed somehow familiar to me is all, but...". She shakes one hand. "Perhaps I was mistaken. I do not think I know any French people. You have the physique of a fighter. Especially with those marks on you. Maybe I've seen you on TV or something. Are you a fighter?".
So he seems familiar to her as well? It could just be a strange coincidence. It sounds even more so by her claims of not knowing anyone that was French. It is yet another letdown in a long line for Abel. He for just a moment had hopes of he might be right for once in knowing the person. "There are alot of rude people these days." he admits after hearing the young woman mutter about it. "I apologize if I came off being rude." Even if he really wasn't it seems like he is trying to at least make Cammy feel a bit better.
He does raise a brow about being asked if he is a fight. "I do fight...yes." he idly looks at his calloused and scarred hands as he speaks. "I never have been on television, though. I mostly just work as a bouncer or the like." The thought of stepping up and doing prize fighting had crossed his mind, but it might be too distracting in the long run and keep him from his goals. Then again the extra money would be nice. Plane tickets aren't exactly cheap afterall and some competitions even fly the fighters out to places for free which is also a bonus.
"I see. I thought so..." she beams. Not that it was a difficult guess with all those scars and muscles. "Are you any good?" Cammy asks, ever curious. "There are people out there who are interested in good fighters. After all, fighters are famous. Maybe you should try out the Neo League or something. I think that is a good place for new talent. And bouncing, well. There are some famous people who started out bouncing. I think Eagle was a bouncer originally. But I suppose the league is better.".
The Doll then glances down at the sandwiches he is eating, and then notes, "An unusual time for a picnic in the park. I understand most people do it during the day, when it is warm, not on a cold January night.". Not that she's ever tried it herself, but... so she was told!
He grimaces some and seems to mull things over a bit more again. He gives a shake of his head. "I don't think it would be a good idea for me to do that. I don't really want fame." Fame really can't help him out too much in getting what he wants afterall. Maybe to an extent someone might see him on television and recognize him, but at the same time those people could be friend or foe leading to something of a double edge sword. "And I suppose I am decent. It is all on one's definition of good."
He then looks at what is left of his food and he gives a small smile. "The weather doesn't bother me. I just got off work about an hour ago and I was hungry." he tells her while seeming to be a bit more at ease himself after getting to talk to her at elast for a bit. "Besides it is nice and quiet here. It helps to clear my mind when I need to think. So much better than a hotel room or the like."
"I see. What do you want then? If not fame." Cammy asks, ever straightforward. "Peace and quiet, I like that as well, but I suppose you need more than just that." she notes, glancing down to his picnic again. She slowly starts to wander around him, in a circle, around his little nest he has set up here. It's not really with any intent on her part, beyond a general inability to sit still for some reason. Something about Abel kinda nags at her, as the intently curious expression on her face perhaps suggests.
"So what are you thinking about?" she wonders. A fairly simple request given what he said he was doing.
She seems to be quite the question asker it would seem. He seems slightly uncomfortable when prodded about what he really wants. It is something he often doesn't like to talk about especially with someone he barely knows. Then again it isn't like he truely knows anyone well enough to talk about his past. "Mostly answers." he tells her as he tries to keep an eye on Cammy as she circles about. He furrows his brow slightly wondering if she is trying to size him up for something. Was she going to attack?
Muscles tense slightly and he seems to ready himself to where he can spring into action just in case the young woman does decide to attack him. "I wish I could give you a better answer, but that is all I can say at the moment." It is hard to explain his desires when he himself often finds himself questioning what they truely are. Trying to explain that sort of thing to a stranger would just take too much time.
Cammy mms at his reply. "I see. Personal matters, then." she guesses, apparently not too concerned. Though he is right - she was, and is, definitely sizing him up!
But then the tension, such as it is, seems to break, and she ceases her prowling, to shrug her shoulders. "I suppose it is not too surprising that you tell your life story to random strangers you meet in the park of a somewhat rough city. Still, I am curious. I think there is more to you then meets the eye. I will remember your name... Abel. Maybe we will meet again in the future, I am often in this park, after all.".
When she decides to stop moving around the Frenchman seems to ease up a bit more once again. "Yeah, personal matters." he agrees while giving a nod. At least she doesn't seem to push the subject any further. Then again not like it would do much good in this case. He honestly isn't sure what else he could tell the young woman. He manages another small smile and he lets out a soft sight of relief. "It....isn't a very exciting one anyways. It was nice to meet you, Cammy."
He still isn't sure how he really feels about this encounter. He finds his own curiousity piqued a bit admittedly. There is something familiar about Cammy, but it is nothing he wants to press. It may be interesting if their paths cross once again in the near future. "I travel alot. I am not sure how long I will be here I admit. But life is strange. Maybe we will meet elsewhere sometime."
Cammy nods at that. "You never know... I travel a lot as well. I can turn up in many different places.". She smiles a rather fake looking smile at Abel. Such an interesting encounter, though she can't quite explain why that is. Maybe Lord Vega will want to know about it. Maybe not. She'll see how angry and evil he is the next time it's report time, before she mentions this strange night time park goer.
Offering him a wave, she steps back over to the nearby path. "Enjoy your sandwiches. Goodbye.". And the Doll heads off into the night, leaving Abel to his food and his thoughts.
Log created on 11:25:57 01/29/2011 by Cammy, and last modified on 13:06:37 01/29/2011.