2019-09-02 - Rules Of The Park

With the light drizzle that comes from the skies, what people who are left awake in the trailer park seem mostly to be indoors at this hour. However one resident seems to be bucking this trend, as Geoff finds himself leaning against the railing of his porch and looking out over the peaceful night, a beer in one hand and a cigarette tucked between his lips. Clad only in a pair of jeans he seems to be weathering the drizzle just fine, due mainly to the fact his porch is covered.

Teresa is seated just outside of the chain link fence surrounding space 29. Her space, her trailer. She sits cross-legged, puffing on a cigarette and watching the dark sky. The drizzle isn't quite powerful enough to douse her spark. As she sits, lightly damp, she turns her attention slow toward Geoff. "Hello. Neighbor."

Geoff upnods Teresa saying only "Hey." the man taking a long, slow drag from his cigarette before exhaling the smoke into the night sky "You can come on over here if you want, no point in getting damp during a smoke break." a tilt of his head indicating a cooler on his porch "Plus I've got beer." Which obviously should be enough to entice just about anyone, a chance to not get drizzled on and beer.

"Mm." Teresa takes her time about extricating herself from the sit. But she does. She walks over to Geoff's porch and takes a perilous position near the edge, the very edge. "Not really a beer gal, in truth. Teresa. At your service."

Geoff shrugs as he drains the rest of his beer before crumpling his can and tossing it into a wastebasket "Don't you work over there at the Pourhouse? Pretty sure that's where I saw ya behind the bar. That or I'd had one too many drinks. Either one is likely really." his lips hinting upwards in the ghost of a smile "The name's Geoff."

"Yes. I work at the Pourhouse," Teresa acknowledges as she takes another, longer drag on her now sheltered cigarette. "Geoff, then. What do you do?"

Geoff gestures out towards the rest of the town "I own the shop Pens and Needles out there on elm. Artist." His voice is gruff as he speaks, though that seems to be just the nature of him and nothing in particular. "Seen you about but you seem to mostly keep to yourself around here, can't really blame you for that. Not much good socializing to be done in the park."

"Artist. You make money at that?" Teresa asks it flat and serious and without weight toward doubt or credulity. Just flat. "I never expected to end up in a trailer park. You understand. Not an environment I'm used to. Will have to get used to it."

Geoff chuckles and dips his head "Yeah, people will pay a decent amount to get inked. Not to mention since they're the ones coming up with the designs most of the time it's none too bad. Especially since there will always be a steady flow of customers as long as there are people."

"An artist of the flesh, then? Yes. I imagine you do fine." Teresa lets the cigarette dangle between her fingers. "You make paintings that people carry with them always. You mark identity. It's a strange and profitable power. If not profitable enough to get you out of here."

"Eh....I could afford an apartment or probably rent a house if I wanted." Geoff admits casually, a faint smile pulling at his features "But I grew up in here, still people who need help and sometimes I think this place would fall to chaos if someone didn't put their foot down."

Teresa smiles slightly in slight echo. "You're the kind of the pile, then? The lawmaker and the enforcer?"

Geoff gives a dismissive wave "Nothing like that....I just make sure people aren't stupid in the open, and that folks who need help get taken care of ." pushing away from the balcony he makes his way over to grab another beer "It's being a part of the community, people are just quick to forget it on occasion."

"How'd you define 'stupid' in this case? Just so I know the rules of the place I'm living in." Teresa takes another drag. "I'm not from communities that are real tight knit."

Cracking open his beer, Geoff takes a sip from it before telling Teresa "If you're doing something illegal, keep it out of sight. If you're pushing, no dealing to kids. Fights happen, it's inevitable, don't try to kill anyone." he shrugs "You know fairly basic things that if you have half a functioning brain you should understand."

"Hm." Teresa takes another puff and smiles. "So how about if I accidentally kill someone?"

Geoff stubbs out his smoldering cigarette in an ashtray and leaves it there "Yeah, try not to accidentally kill people either. It looks bad for all of us." stifling a yawn he heads back for his trailer "Anyways, I'm gonna get some sleep. Feel free to keep smoking under here if you want. Later."