Large Gazebo

[Administrator]

Need some shade? This large gazebo has a great view of the lake!

[Dominick O'Leary]

New Day: Reserved for Prince

Dominick looking out of his window this morning had decided that it was much too nice a day to stay inside. So he'd spent the morning cooking up various things and then putting it into a nice sized picnic basket. He'd packed some amazing potato salad, a few different Italian sandwiches, some grapes and cheese cut up into small pieces, a bowl of fruit, a salad, a side of egg salad made with his special blend of spices, and a few different cheese balls. He'd also brought a bottle of wine.

When he was done and it was packed he just added in a few glasses, carefully wrapped in paper, and some plates. Then covered everything with a cloth. Dominick picked up a blanket, hummed to himself and locked the door to his apartment. It was a beautiful day for a picnic and maybe since he had food enough to share he would find someone lovely to enjoy it with. Dominick did love women after all.

He carefully made his way to the large gazebo in the park and settled the blanket out on the floor. Then placed the picnic basket in the middle and stood up, looking over at the spectacular view. He'd made the right choice in where to come. Though things could get tough, he felt like he might belong here after all. Now he just needed to get his family here with him and everything would be alright.

[Prince]

Brooklyn. Prince had contradicting feelings about this part of New York. First of all, it was where she had originally gotten lost when she was younger. Also, it was the home of Spot Conlon, the most egotistical, aggressive, annoying newsie that the girl had ever beheld. She hadn't minded him much as a boy, but once he got his paws on Brooklyn he began to think that he ruled the city, which just wasn't right. No one should be that full of themselves.

However, Brooklyn was nearly a second home to her, it being the home of Red, an old friend, who she thought had become more. Perhaps she'd been mistaken. He'd promised that he would stay... and yet.

No there's no confirming reports that he'd left again, or for good, or anything. But it seemed every time she went to see him, he wasn't home. that wouldn't often be a problem, except she felt she was risking her neck going to see him in the first place. The least he could do was let her know when he would be there! Or not there. or something!

She left McGinty's, finding no Red in sight. It was too beautiful of a day to be downhearted, so she wouldn't be. She went to the park instead! She walked along the path, amongst the trees, and dashed up the short little hills. It was a very nice park, not central park, but nothing was that huge. Upon her journey she stumbled upon a Gazebo. It looked like a lovely place to sit down, so she made her way towards it.

However, upon entering the structure she noticed that someone had already claimed the floor for their own. She felt she was intruding. "Oh," she said in a lower pitched voice, giving the impression that she was a boy. She had her hair tucked up in her hat, and gave the appearance that she was a boy. It's how she lived in New York. She was very good at it. Even though this guy didn't seem like a big threat... all the same, she didn't want to get in his way. "I didn't mean to interrupt, I'll leave you be," she said as she turned to leave.

[Dominick O'Leary]

Brooklyn wasn't so bad. Sure there was Spot, but no one could say that the boy wasn't loyal to all those that deserved it. Dominick hadn't met Red yet. He'd heard about him, through his boss Danny and through his bosses interest, Lucky. Heard that Red was a real good man, that he might even like this Red fellow. But he hadn't gone to chase him down just yet.

He should have though, because he'd heard that Red was of the same accent as he was. It'd be nice to find a Kin of sorts in this town. It did get awful lonely sometimes. Even with all the women that he'd found to occupy a little bit of his time. Sometimes women just couldn't take the place of a steady one, or a good friend to sit and talk with. But all of those were back home for him.

Dominick just looked over, a small grin on his face. Always so protective these people. "Nah, don't worry about it. I've got plenty of space, an' more than enough food. Would ya like to join me?" He bent down to pull out a thermos of Irish Coffee. "I've got drinks too if you're interested." He held out his hand, eyes soft, smile in place. "My name's Dominick. I'm a chef, and It's too lovely a day not ta' have a little company."

[Prince]

Prince looked at him a little wary, if not with a touch of skepticism. As she stared at the man for a moment she shrugged. What harm could he do? And she was in Brooklyn... in a park. She wondered... and then she decided. There weren't many safe places for her in New York, at least by her opinion. But she thought for a moment and figured that no one would come looking for her in Brooklyn, in a park, in a gazebo, having lunch with a total stranger. It was the perfect place to hide.

"Why the hell not," she said as she stepped into the gazebo. She sat down next to him and extended a hand. "People call me Prince," she said in a normal tone as her free hand took off her hat and let her hair fall down. This guy didn't look much older than her, and something about him was too laid back to be anything that would be a real threat to her existence. Still... it made her a bit nervous. But she was getting older, and more developed and it was becoming harder to be a boy, so she would need practice hiding in plain sight. "Nice to meet you Dominick," she said genuinely.

A chef huh? So the food would be good, and who was she to turn down good food. As she looked at everything placed on the ground in front of her she was interested. "You make all this?" she asked. It was rather outstanding if nothing else. At this point she would gladly go for a cup of coffee, and well pretty much any food he wanted to offer her. All this fruit, and cheese and salads... she couldn't remember the last time she'd had a real decent salad... probably when she lived at home. Not that she missed home, but she did miss Julia's home cooking. "It all looks real good," amazing would have been the more appropriate word.

[Dominick O'Leary]

Dominick took her hand in his own and grinned. "Nice to meet ya Prince, and if I do say so myself you're pretty, even dressed as a young lad." What harm could he do to her? Posion her with food that he would be eating himself? Besides it was giving another person a good meal, because he'd packed more than enough for this very reason. He had wanted someone to sit down with him and enjoy his food.

He nodded his head and smiled. "Made it all this morning. I looked out my window and saw the nice day, decided it was too nice to stay inside." Dominick pulled out the coffee, slid two cups over and poured some into each. "Irish coffee miss." He held out the cup to her, waiting for her to take it. Then he pulled out a plate, made her up a nice salad with cheese cubes and a little fruit. He dressed it with a sauce and handed that over to her with a fork as well. "Something to munch on while we watch the water?"

[Prince]

What could he do to hurt her? Well, if he was a cop in disguise, then there was really quite a bit he could probably do to hurt her. But she wasn't getting that vibe from him. Besides, it was high time she stopped being so suspicious of people. Especially adults. Even though they were typically far more shifty and dangerous than children, there were good ones in the world, more than she had originally imagined, so it was silly of her to be so frightened of them, really. All the same, she would not be standing up again until her hair was safely tucked away once more, and her identity returned to it's former secret.

"Why thank you," she said accepting the cup of coffee and taking a sip. It was a warming sensation, more than just the heat of the warm coffee though, there was something more too it. Before she could question him, he handed her another plate which she could only guess she was supposed to eat from. "Thank you again," she said accepting the plate and setting it down beside her.

"Thank you for your compliment as well..." she said with a little bit of hesitance in her voice. Prince didn't accept compliments about her appearance very well... but rather than protest and attempt to explain, she took the compliment. "Also... just keep this between us huh? I'm... not very comfortable being a girl in public." She hoped he wouldn't ask why, she didn't want to give him her lie. So... she pressed on.

"Dominick," she said half of it being a question, "you said your name was? You said you were a chef? Where at?" she asked casually. Despite being a girl, she found it natural to behave as a boy and felt no need to change her attitude just because her hair was down. She was comfortable acting comfortably, and she would continue to do as such.