Faithless

Uriel Faulkner

[morganabcudelaire]

Collided - Morgana Baudelaire open starter

Morgana arrived in the small town, her vampire instincts bubbling just beneath the surface. It had been many years since she last set foot in this place, and she was taken aback by how much it had transformed. As she caught a glimpse of her son Joey, she felt a powerful longing to hold him once more. However, the guilt of leaving her children and the pain she had caused them held her back, like an invisible force keeping her at bay.

Lost in her thoughts, she accidentally collided with someone and quickly apologized, "Oh, I'm so sorry!"

[urielfaulkner]

Uriel wasn't watching where he was going, as usual. He'd been out walking the gardens again, and now, he was going home. He always found it hard to see at night. Something about the glare from headlights and streetlights made it hard for him to see when people were in his way.

The woman he collided with was surprisingly cold to the touch. She reminded him of his vampire clients from work. He reached out to steady her, although he was unsure if it was necessary.

"No, it was completely my fault." He shot her a grin. "I shouldn't be out after dark. I can never see anything. Maybe that'll teach me a lesson about staying in the garden all day."

[halsoyer]

Wet dog smell? Unsure if he heard Uriel correctly, Hal coughed behind his drink. "Isn't it interesting how the atmosphere of bars differs from one to the next?" There were almost fifty thousand pubs in the UK at last count—not all of them were the same.

"I haven't decided." Hal might like the people, his neighborhood, and the places he visited around the town thus far...so did that mean he liked Greywood as a whole? It was too early to tell. "I'm keeping an open mind. I like to learn as many details about one thing or another before I consider how I feel about them. It's slow but rewarding."

That was always his intention, anyway, but not always true in practice.

"I'm sorry to hear that." Hal tried to tamper down his insatiable curiosity. The number of questions he had for Uriel was overwhelming. So many questions provoked from so few words. What happened in Oregon? Who was so dangerous to force Uriel to move for fear of his safety? No one Hal knew of. "Are you allowed to go back at some point?" WITSEC rules were strict. If this was the authority overseeing Uriel's life, he doubted it.

[urielfaulkner]

"Yeah. Funny is a word for it." Uriel said dryly. "It's good you're keeping an open mind. I wish I could too. Where do you come from?"

"It's okay. Not like you can change anything." Uriel took a drink, oblivious to the way the man lit up with curiosity. "I probably can. But there's no point right now. Everyone is probably long gone. And it's not like I'd be welcome back, even if I could find them again."

The plot of land in Oregon was meant to be a sanctuary for Nana and the people who followed her. She taught them how to get along, and how to take care of themselves. Hunting, foraging, even weaving their own clothes. She taught them so none of them would need to leave again. Uriel had never felt so at home as he was when he was there. But after the police came, they sullied the safety of the land. If Nana was still alive and anyone was with her, she'd go to a different place and start again. Uriel was left to rot in this tiny town instead of going with her.

Nana always told him that the faithful would always find each other again if their belief in her was true enough. The fact that he wasn't drowned or by her side meant he wasn't. And he didn't know what to do with that. Should he drown himself? Do what the police had interrupted? Would he be welcome back as a saint of their faith in death? Or would they never know he'd followed through?

"My Nana Glass lived there. I really felt like I was doing something with her. But someone called the cops on her. They got me and sent me here. I know she's still out there somewhere. I really want to find her again."

[oadeyemi]

she couldn't pinpoint why her skin crawled uncomfortably around the patient, olusola always had good instincts when it came to people and it hadn't failed her yet. she may not be a witch like the rest of her family but, sola trusted her gut, whatever made it so obvious. "uriel faulkner," she noted down though, simply just ticking it on the clipboard, glad that the name and reason for being in ED were accurate.

"oh well, that's easy enough sorted," olusola observed the finger, then asked; "how's your mobility with it? can you flex the finger, bend it at all?"

her eyes looked at the finger. "probably just needs an xray, then a review of the picture. obviously, if it is broken a doctor will re-set it then we'll refer you to a clinic to check for proper healing,"

[urielfaulkner]

Uriel shook his head at the question. "No, I can't move it. I'm hoping that's just because of the swelling, and it's not actually broken."

He held out the hand with the finger in question. It was now bruised enough to almost be black. He tried to move it, and got nothing. He could handle pain just fine. This was actually not that bad in the grand scheme of things. But he did care if this put him out of his job for however long it took to heal. He couldn't pour a drink with a broken finger. He couldn't garden. Couldn't wrestle, or swordfight. All of his hobbies needed a good pair of working hands. He didn't want to go back to sitting around at home with nothing to do all day.

"Sounds good to me." He said, and then, because he was bored, and wanted to press her buttons, he added. "You okay? Your face is a bit off. You look like you're tasting something sour."

[eilonwyj]

"mostly. there are others, though they mostly deal with lawn care and aid me in planning for the grounds," the insides, however, were all eilonwy - a true labour of love. even fading fae magic was potent, and with the arrival of spring around the corner, even eilonwy felt supercharged from winters drought. "i appreciate your words, and good eye," she joked with a laugh. it was something that the woman never tired of hearing, that she was making something worthwhile to others.

the strangers smile felt oddly earned, as if not everyone saw such a rare thing. "oh, snapdragons! i plant a lot, they're so vibrant and in your face. i like that, you know? after winter, it feels good to see such lush colours. it really reminds me that it's going to start getting warmer soon, a hope of spring,"

[urielfaulkner]

Uriel shook his head. "Still, you're the one who's doing the work. That's truly impressive. I don't know if I could manage that, even with a miracle."

"Snapdragons are great for that pop of color. They're such a unique species of flower, too. I love the shades you used here." He looked around again. The earth was truly thriving there in ways he didn't think he'd ever seen before. He felt it underneath his feet. Felt it in the air he was breathing. He didn't find change easy. At least, not when it was out of his control. He didn't have control over his move here. It'd been a long time since he'd felt genuinely happy. Like maybe things would be okay for him. Not since he'd spoken with Nana last. But there in that garden, he felt good. Better than he'd been in a long time.

"I'm trying right now to get something to grow in my backyard. Not flowers, just some veggies and fruits. But visiting here is definitely making me feel like I should plant some flowers. Is there something you can recommend that's pretty easy to take care of?"

[halsoyer]

Hal nodded. Favorite haunts became favorites for a reason. He might end up preferring the Den over everything else by confirmation bias alone. "What do you like about it—aside from the job?"

The man's mood didn't seem to improve. Hal wondered if he would need to start telling some jokes soon. He knew a good one about lawyers, and another one about politicians. He didn't want to resort to cracking out the ones about sea creatures.

"It's been easy, but strange," Hal admitted. "I travel often, so this is the first time in a very long time that I'm staying still. But I like the people so far. None were unfriendly." Hal pulled his drink closer. "What brought you here if you don't mind me asking?"

[urielfaulkner]

"It's quieter than here, for one. Less of that wet dog smell." Uriel didn't have a problem with wolves, but he had picked up on some of the complaints his clients had with The Den. His customers were typically vampires since he worked at a spot that sold blood as well as alcohol. The Den was just a bit rougher around the edges than he would've liked.

"Yeah. Strange." Uriel's brow quirked, the only change in his face through the conversation so far. "How do you like it so far? Staying in one place?"

Uriel questioned how much he should tell this stranger. How much he should get into the fact that he wasn't here by choice, and that the forces that be had placed him here as some sort of witness protection. But it wasn't like talking about Nana was going to hurt anyone. "I didn't really come here by choice. I was sort of moved against my will. I'd rather be back in Oregon, on the farm. I don't know anyone here. It's hard to make friends with people I have nothing in common with."

[oadeyemi]

@urielfaulkner

location: greywood hospital, ER

it wasn’t as crazy as accident and emergency had been in louisiana, owing to a much smaller community in greywood but that didn’t mean the citizens here weren’t in need of immediate aid. occasionally, something odd and explainable walked through the doors thanks to the town’s supernatural community, which olusola found fascinating. unfortunately, as a student, she was limited in what she could do to help but, was given tasks that she would one day need to complete in professional capacity regardless. the matron she was shadowing had given sola the opportunity to complete obs on a patient, and the woman had lapped up the opportunity to get away from the senile vampire chewing her ear off over ancient history. “hello there, i’m olusola adeyemi,” she began, looking at the clipboard for the patient’s name and general notes as she pulled back the cubicle curtain. “i’m a student nurse on placement and I’ve been asked by nurse chen to complete your obs before we discharge you,” it sounded rehearsed, as sola had been repeating what she’d been going to say in her head the entire walk from the nurse’s station to red bay. “please note, if you aren’t satisfied with my assessment then you are well within your rights to request someone more…senior,” her voice dropped off, the gut feeling rising in her stomach suddenly as her whole body told her that she needed to leave. olusola looked at the man she’d come to aid, dark eyes staring at him for a few brief moments as every cell in her body screamed that there was something wrong with him; not from a medical standpoint, either. “can you confirm your name?”

[urielfaulkner]

Uriel didn't necessarily think that he needed to see a doctor. He got hurt all the time doing as many physical hobbies as he did. Nothing a finger splint and a good night's sleep couldn't fix. But when the night's sleep had rendered his smashed finger an unsightly black and blue, he'd thought that maybe he should come in. If nothing else, it was somewhat gross to look at, and he didn't want his customers to see it as it was. He wasn't sure if it was broken or not.

After waiting for a bit, Uriel was taken back into a room. The nursing student introduced herself. He nodded in greeting. "I'm Uriel Faulkner. Don't worry about it, I'm sure you're perfectly competent."

He stared back into her eyes, unsure of what she was looking for. When her face turned vaguely disgusted, he felt somewhat amused. She really wasn't good at that poker face. He wondered if she was put off by the smashed finger or if she'd sensed that he was Celestial. He couldn't get a good idea of what she was, which was strange. She didn't smell like a demon. Maybe it was just his mug that she had a problem with. That was most people's problem: the resting bitch face.

"I just need to make sure I didn't break my finger. It got injured when I was wrestling last night."

[goldenchildminmin]

|| Uriel & Minho ||

Completely unbeknownst to Minho, a little humming tune escaped him as he stood about, waiting for his team to pack up the set for the photoshoot they just did under the rows of magnolia trees. His part of the job of being the model for the photoshoot was done, so he was pretty much useless and they’ve given him a venti cup of his favorite Starbucks order and a box of mini glazed donuts to entertain himself with while the team cleared everything up until they were ready to go. Which was enough, Minho was very easily entertained by yummy sweet stuff to eat and drink. 

It was a sunny day but still not warm enough for short sleeves, which he wore for the photoshoot, so he had had a light jacked shrugged over his shoulders and was currently admiring the lovely magnolia blossoms in full bloom, craning his neck up as he took humming sips off the straw in his cup. The team had taken up some space on the side of the walkway and occupied a few picnic benches as well so there had been someone to kindly direct people away from the spot until they were done, but now that they were, it was easier to pass through rather than go around them. Minho looked away from the tree tops as he noticed someone trying to pass by, perhaps confused by the commotion. 

“Goodness gracious, many apologies! We are almost done, sorry for the trouble and the crowd!” He said to the person as he stepped between them and the crew who were carrying lighting and some set props to toss into a van, so that the unsuspecting passerby wouldn’t accidentally bump into something and hurt themselves. “Care for a donut? Look how tiny they are, bite-sized” He offered with a giggle, smiling brightly at them.

@urielfaulkner

[urielfaulkner]

Uriel didn't pay attention to the people who were in front of him. He was walking back from the gym, where he'd been practicing with his sword before dawn. He'd showered and was holding a coffee, but he'd need a nap before he became alert enough to do things like pay attention. He was completely on autopilot as he walked home. He only realized that something was off when he noticed that the park was looking remarkably clean.

Then, he was being guided away from a flurry of activity by a tall, fresh-faced man who glowed down at him. He offered Uriel some donuts, and Uriel accepted one without thinking. It dawned upon him that he must've just stumbled into some kind of photoshoot, or something. This man must be a model or something: he had the face for it, and he wasn't wearing street clothes.

Uriel became very aware that he was in a loose flannel shirt and black sweats. He schooled his mug into less of a resting bitch face, and made an effort to look friendly. He didn't know why he wanted to look less grim when he didn't know this man at all. But the ethereal beauty made him very aware that he was short and he looked pissed all the time.

He took the donut from the man. Wondered why he was sharing when he didn't know Uriel at all. "Hi. Thanks."

He blinked stupidly at the mini donut, which looked even smaller in his big, rough hands. His body was made of light, and he could change it at any time. However, he'd never really thought about doing so. He thought there was a certain type of beauty in utility. In the practical. He had big hands and he was built solid. He was built to fight. Doing anything else had him feeling a bit out of his depth. Being nice was a foreign language. He was used to people being mean or treating him like he was trouble because of his mug. The only person who'd ever immediately been nice to him was his Nana Glass. Her, and now this man. That meant something to Uriel. He wondered how long it'd take for him to mess things up again.

"Um, did I interrupt your photoshoot? I'm sorry. I can get lost if you're working."

[mickey-vaughan]

Man, that guy had one of those resting bitch faces. The kind that could make a person feel their mere existence was cumbersome to him. Good, Jesse thought savagely, I hope my existence ruins his entire fuckin' day or maybe the rest of his week, even. Reality was, the two of them were likely going to part ways very shortly and never think of each other again. But for right now, he got pleasure in imagining how much he would disrupt this other person's time and energy and overall mood.

A genuine laugh escaped him as the other insulted, then threatened, Jesse. "Oh really? I only get one warning, huh? Seems a little scummy, seeing as how you caused this whole mess to begin with," he said between chuckles, idly scooping the potatoes back in closer to him, "that should at least warrant a warning and a half, don't you think?" It wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last, that Jesse heard himself called a piece of shit. Hell, he regularly labeled himself that on a daily basis. That didn't phase him- one only had to look at him to know it. But at the same time, this guy seemed over-the-top. It was definitely an excessive reaction to jump right into name-calling and threats, all because he bitched at him a bit for being a clumsy idiot. But what did Jesse know, right? He'd just gone into a tirade about this very thing- the guy probably had some major issues going on that brought on such an aggressive response.

Was he terrified? No, not in the least. Should he have been? Hard to say. Jesse didn't know this person, who or what they were and whatever capabilities they possessed. Greywood wasn't a normal town, he wasn't dumb to the creatures and beings that existed within the borders. But the human wasn't going to live his life in fear of anyone. Besides, the dude could be just as average as he. "Malcontent," he repeated the word with a shake of the head, his focus more on figuring out how he would pick up the lot of vegetables now, "that's a new one." Jesse eventually decided his shirt would be the best method and stretched the bottom material out, scooping the potatoes up one-by-one into its cradle. "Which is it? Am I a piece of shit or a malcontent? I can't possibly be both, can I? That's giving me too much credit," he mused.

[urielfaulkner]

"You'd be surprised what kind of evil can be housed in a single person." Uriel grit out. He felt that familiar weight in his chest that made it difficult to speak past the emotion. When he got like this, he tried to fight it out. Swordfighting helped. Grasping a blade in his hands, feeling the destruction he could wreak with every thrust. Wrestling was less satisfying, but still good. And yet, he had to hold back. His holy strength could've leveled a building if he let it. He had to hold back. But now, with this guy? He didn't want to even try. His blood was up. He wasn't thinking about holding back. All he wanted to do was shut this guy up. He was lonely here. Isolated. He certainly wasn't making any friends by beating this guy up in broad daylight, or making the employees of the store think he was a problem person who should never be talked to. But what did it matter? Nana wasn't here. He wasn't going to be better friends with anyone here than he'd been with her.

"Outside. You and me. Now." With that eloquent threat, he turned and walked back towards the exit of the shop. If this guy thought he had a rotten temper now, he was going to be in for a rude awakening.

[halsoyer]

All opinions would be welcome, Hal mused as the night began and people started to talk with him, yet he had not expected one quite so strong. That was for the best—a strong opinion upheld a strong stance and served as fodder for Hal's questioning...

There seldom was a last call for questions.

"I haven't been to Elysium," he said at last, clocking the speaker's mood and opting for a diplomatic approach. Hal long ago understood one could catch more flies with honey than vinegar and thus softened his words whenever blunt demands weren't necessary. "I'm new to Greywood. If you have any favorite places to go, I'd love to hear them."

The bartender was nearing now. Hal pointed at his neighbor's glass. "The end of a long week deserves a good send off. A refill for them, please, and an old fashioned for me."

[urielfaulkner]

Uriel was rather more used to being behind the counter instead of sitting at it. He was usually left to his own devices, since his resting glower had most of the patrons holding back from confiding in him. He got more drunken challenges to fights than he did people crying at him. He still wasn't sure which he preferred. "I'm biased. I bartend at Elysium, so I sort of have to say I prefer the place."

He sighed, shaking his head. He knew about the place he worked, and that was about it. The idea of trying to get to know this town and its places and people didn't fill him with joy. He knew that Nana would want him to try. But nothing so far had done anything except make him feel the loss of his home. He shouldn't be here, and there was no point in pretending otherwise. He wasn't going to go through the motions of knowing the town until he felt there was any point.

"I'm new in town too. It hasn't been an easy adjustment for me to make. What about you?"

[mickey-vaughan]

"Yeah, you're right- I should be happy and thankful you bowled me over and knocked all my stuff to the ground," Jesse returned, sarcasm dripping from these words. "You're absolutely right to assume I've got no entitlement to feeling put out by the problem you caused me, just because that response inconveniences you and isn't what you feel is appropriate. Because of course you're the sole proprietor over what might be the end of the world in my life, clearly someone you know everything about. I forgot, yeah, how could I forget? Only your opinion on what's a big deal or not matters. It's insignificant to you, so it must not matter. You said sorry, so everything is okay!" It wasn't like Jesse himself had never told someone to chill out, but he didn't claim not to be a hypocrite, either. He was annoyed, he was allowed to be annoyed. What else was there in life if they all weren't entitled to their thoughts and feelings?

His eyes rolled. "Did that make you feel all tingly and powerful inside? My mouth will lighten up as soon as I'm done being annoyed," Jesse told the other, snatching up potatoes quickly and didn't seem bothered by the other man's help. "That's going to take at least ten minutes." He was being serious, too. Jesse could get frustrated fairly easily and often, but he never remained in that attitude for long. He could get over issues just as quickly. Between the two of them, the mess got cleared up swiftly yet as soon as he attempted to lift the crate, the edges broke apart and caused the entire pile of vegetables to roll free again. Jesse inhaled deeply and sat back on his feet, brown gaze meeting the other male's. "Figures."

[urielfaulkner]

Uriel wasn't quite sure what to do with the onslaught of dripping and poison words. He knew better than to take them to heart. But they still needled him. He wasn't some coward who had to sit around and listen to the bullshit that left this man's mouth. He wasn't some unfeeling pillar of earth. Although he knew that he could look that way because of his resting bitch face. Maybe that was why this man was reacting to what had been a casual conversation. He'd apologized, but the guy didn't seem to hear.

Like an old friend, rightous fury rolled through him. Not all of it, but enough. He felt spite welling up. The desire to set the fear of him into this guy. He caught his eye. Shot him a deliberate glower. He didn't help him pick up his produce a second time. Nana would've been furious with him for letting anyone see that rage. She taught him that talking was his friend. But talking wasn't getting him anywhere, and Nana wasn't here.

"Shut up. You're just some annoying piece of shit. I'm going to give you one warning here. Walk away. Or I'm going to show you exactly what I do to malcontents."

[eilonwyj]

she had poured so much of herself into the gardens that they often reflected her emotional state, her health - they shone when she did, and shied away with her. when eilonwy felt sick, they seemed to close up more than usual, even the butterflies that inhabited the indoor gardens seemed to react sluggishly. that's why, for better or worse, there was always an attempt to seem somewhat perky, even when completely exhausted.

a compliment given by a stranger caused her to smile, always pleased to hear that her work did pay off. "it is, isn't it? take a lot to get it this perfect," eilonwy responded.

[urielfaulkner]

"You did all this on your own?" Uriel asked. "Color me impressed. I don't think I've ever seen anything quite like this. You're very hardworking, and I appreciate your vision."

He turned from the branches to peer at her, offering her a rare smile. He didn't really know why, but something about her made him feel less lonely. Nana would've loved her. She would've made some clever comment about what these specific plants meant in the language of flowers, but Uriel didn't know enough about them to say. He just knew that this woman was pretty great at plants. "What kind of flowers are those?"

[mickey-vaughan]

"Shit- c'mon man---"

Jesse dropped the crate he'd been carrying as someone knocked into him; some of the vegetables within bounced out and rolled every which way on the ground. "Yeah, you think?" he shot an annoyed glance towards the other person, "I'm only walking here with a bunch of crap in hand."

At least it wasn't his own product. He was only helping one of his neighbors- her husband wasn't feeling good today and she asked if he would carry everything from her car to her staked out area in the market, then she would handle the rest. Jesse wasn't a philanthropist, though. Of course he was getting a few bucks out of this, otherwise he wouldn't have bothered. "What's your problem?" That annoyance still fresh, Jesse went to one knee and started reaching the nearest potatoes and get them scooped back into the crate. They were going to be dirty now but, that wasn't his problem.

[urielfaulkner]

"Maybe you should work on getting a better attitude. It's not the end of the world." Uriel said mildly as he bent down to help. The man's reaction to his mistake was a bit overdone. But it brought to mind something Nana had told him: that outsiders were not to be trusted. They had no morals. And this man was proving her right. He wished once again that he could talk to her, just to see what she'd say about the situation.

But she wasn't here. She'd disappeared, and Uriel had gone into protective custody. He didn't really know what that meant. He just knew that he had to move and he hadn't seen any of his friends in far too long. He did know, however, that bad attitudes were bothersome to him. He knew that he was the one who'd bumped into this man, but he didn't need to curse like that. "Right now? My problem is you. Your mouth, to be more specific. Lighten up."

[urielfaulkner]

Location: The botanical gardens

For: @eilonwyj

Uriel liked to come and be among the plants when the sun was out. His own garden was still just dirt without so much as a leafy shoot poking out. He was trying to grow things just to prove to himself that he could. Just to pass the time, and give himself something to do. Nana taught him that it was necessary to look after yourself. To grow your own food, to know how to prepare meat, to fight, and to cook even when all you had was a campfire. He missed the challenges of life back then. Things had been simpler when he had a clearer goal. But now that he was living here, things were too easy.

He did like to look at other people's gardens, he was finding. They were less practical and more artistic, but he found that he didn't mind it. He liked to walk among the gardens and imagine all the time someone had spent getting them to look like that. It almost looked like a miracle, although he didn't sense any celestial power on them.

He walked up to the only other person who was there, as far as he could see. "It's so pretty in here."

[halsoyer]

Location ➠ The Den Status ➠ Open to anyone

Either the walls of his place were turning yellow, or Hal needed to go outside.

He did, casting a glance up and down the street. Hal liked White Oaks—all of Greywood he'd seen so far, really. It wasn't quaint, not quite, but its charm wasn't something he could define yet. Therein lay the problem for any writer, he decided, starting to walk in search of something to do. That elusive operative word.

There was no trouble finding a word to describe the Den: seasoned. Hal quickly found an open seat at the bar, paying more attention to the interior than he did the menu.

"Top shelf any good here?" He asked, addressing the nearest person.

[urielfaulkner]

"If you like cheap alcohol, you can order from here. I'd recommend Elysium if you want something better. But if you don't mind drinking just anything, go ahead and order." Uriel didn't realize how bitter the words sounded until they were out of his mouth. He forced himself to take another sip of his beer, trying to breathe to calm down. It wasn't this guy's fault he was feeling so out of place.

He missed Nana. He had a hard time sleeping without his friends around him, all sleeping peacefully, with the sounds of snoring filling the room and warm bodies around him. His house felt so big and empty and silent. The only noise he came across was traffic outside his window. He didn't enjoy talking to strangers. But he found himself in the uncomfortable position of having to do so regularly. He was trying to get out in the world and find new people who he could know, but it was hard. It just made him realize that he was never going to have that back.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to bite your head off there. It's just been a long week."

[urielfaulkner]

Location: The farmer's market

For: Open!

Uriel still found his new home to be rather unsettling. It was a small town compared to the town where he'd grown up. But he was used to that plot of land in Oregon. He knew all the faces of the people there. He missed Nana and his friends in spite of what the police said about her. He felt like he had no purpose in his life here. There was very little to do to fill the hours he wasn't working. He wanted something to do with his hands. He thought that maybe growing some plants in his backyard might be nice. Might give him something to do that'd remind him of home.

As Uriel shopped around for soil and plants, he found himself staring at the people who were in the store and shopping, like him. He wished he knew who they were so he could talk to them. He wasn't very good at talking, but he missed the easy companionship that came from Nana. He was so busy watching the people down the aisle that he didn't realize he'd bumped into someone much closer to him.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he murmured. It perturbed him that he didn't know who they were immediately. "I didn't see you there."