<strong>NAME:</strong>Phillip Ekhardt<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>Constant sweater hoodie, rough jeans, thick-soled black boots, hair worn lose and wild<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday | June 9th, 2017<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Old Lady Margaery's House | Backyard<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Arriving at the scene after a longer walk than he had expected.<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Naomi, Zoe, Jonas, Anyone in the Backyard<br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/74557243/large.jpg)</div><br/>The Twingo had fucked up again in the middle of the road just as he was getting near the Old House, the decrepit building still standing - kinda like an old lady on an ancient couch, pushing back against the crumbling furniture piece. From the road, he could see the lights and hear the people talking, but there was no music but for the crickets and the seldom-heard owl. The walk was a long one, and he both cursed and thanked himself for not bringing Chloe along for the ride with him. Cursed, for her company would have been welcomed all the way along the dirt road that lead around the old property. Blessed, for he did not have to explain himself to her why he had not bought fuel again when she told him it was time, a couple days ago.<br/><br/>Damn, Chloe, for being right all the time. While he was not particularly strong, Phil had square shoulders - dressing in dark colors in the darkness of the night it made his tall frame even more imposing. He liked to cut that figure of 'power', despite not really being one to go around talking shit on people or picking up arguments gratuitously. Not like Benny, in any case. Oh, well.<br/><br/>While Phil walked through the leaf-ridden ground, approaching the few folks hanging around the backyard, he finally heard the noise of the band starting to pick up their tune. It impressed him to no end how Naomi's voice could be husky and seductive, enough for it to call his attention as he walked in slowly towards the picnic table. He saw Jonas hanging around there, but what he did not saw he actually stumbled over. The girl was shorter than him, and had been in a state of almost complete oblivion regarding her surroundings as she moved back and forth into his way even as he tried to step away from her.<br/><br/>As his knee hit her thigh, Phil at once reached out to hold her and push her aside firm yet gently. "...Hey, careful, girl. You're on the way." He said even as he meant to push her aside.  And the he noticed that he knew her. "Zoe, what's up?" He asked with a widening smile even as he nodded gracefully towards Jonas, lifting a hand in greeting although knowing him, the young man would likely just wave him away. "Sorry." He quipped as he noticed her rather hazy eyes looking around, seemingly lost and unfocused.