Jail Break

[hb]

Time: 10 AM.
Date: November 10th.
Place: Central Park.
Status: Open!

Hellboy smiled slightly as he pulled a cigar out of the folds of his trench coat. Being cooped up in the depths of the Bureau was not doing the demon any good. He was becoming more irritable than usual, and he had accidentally decked an agent. Thankfully he had used his left hand, so the poor guy only received a dislocated jaw.

Lighting the cigar, he flopped down on a bench. It groaned in protest, but held. Hellboy looked around as he took a long drag. The park was almost empty today, he noted. The few people that were milling about were either looking at him with mixtures of fascination and disgust, or hadn't noticed him yet. Hellboy rested his stone arm on the back of the bench and grinned sarcastically at the people who were staring. Most of them quickly turned away, embarrassed.

Satisfied for the time being, he leaned his head back and exhaled the smoke. A cool breeze picked up, and the chilly air felt good on Hellboy's face. Liz would've liked this weather, he thought. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. It was getting harder and harder not to think about her. Nearly everything stirred a memory of the time he had spent in his company. Those were arguably the best moments of his life. That, and when he received his first cat.

[Frankie Guidicini]

Frankie pulled the black trench-coat tighter around her as she got out of the back of the waste disposal van. She hated that she was given this assignment, she thought it would be better suited to Abe since he and Red were best friends...But it was her lot. She'd take it. And Manning thought that if HB happened to be drunk, Frankie's strength and healing powers would be useful. Lucky her.

"Stay back unless things get sticky, guys." She said said to the suits who were conspicuously trying to look inconspicuous. She sighed and began walking across the playground on the edge of the park, seeing the huge shape resting on a bench, smoking a cigar. Frankie kept her head down as she walked by people and came to a stop beside the bench. She tried to seem casual about it. Even though she had been a member of the BPRD for thirty or however many years, she didn't know Red very well...And she didn't want to piss him off.

"...Nice weather we're having." Frankie said non-chalantly, looking sideways at Hellboy.

[hb]

Hellboy lifted his head and looked up at the redhead. She didn't seem to be amazed and/or disgusted by his appearance, which set him on his guard. His eyes scanned the street to his left, searching for the Bureau's signature ominous black van. His gaze landed on a group of men in black suits first, however. They were shuffling about uncomfortably and glancing his way every couple of seconds. Hellboy scoffed.

"So you're playing sheepdog today?" Hellboy leaned back and took another pull from the cigar. He looked the woman over out of the corner of his eye. "You look familiar. You been working at the Bureau long?" He wasn't sure if his attempt at stalling was working, and what he really wanted was some time to himself. However, if he needed to talk this woman out of forcing him back to the BPRD, so be it.

He chuckled slightly at the thought. This woman, forcing him back? He could easily overpower her! Though, she must have some sort of ability that could be beneficial in returning him, otherwise Manning wouldn't have sent her.

[Frankie Guidicini]

Frankie nodded. "I suppose so, though I think they could have sent someone you actually know well after you. I'm Frankie, I'm the agent who just got back from being in damned Russia for thirty years." Frankie kept her voice even and casual, because there wasn't any reason not to be anyway. They were just two co-workers talking in a park. Right? Right. And Frankie just so happened to be given the task to get Hellboy out of the park and back to the underground complex that they both called home.

"I've only been back a month or so. You might have seen me when I first came to the Bureau in the seventies. I remember you, except smaller. I looked the same." She was kind of hesitant about bringing up a memory like that, not that either of them got into an altercation so long ago, but because Professor Broom was in it. She didn't know if the memory of Hellboy's father would bring back grief or not.