There's a girl on a bench, sitting up and looking at the moon with a tranquil expression. Her hands rest neatly in her lap, while the mass of her curled pink hair drapes about her neck and shoulders. Only occasionally the wind touches the collar of the plain black coat she wears, and makes her shiver faintly. Tsukiko is dressed as she is, in her odd getup, her trenchcoat wrapped around her. She's come to the Tower seeking... enlightenment? Peace? Or simply some quiet, she doesn't know, but after the most recent events she's just unsure about herself completely. It's amazing how utterly still the city can be at night- although certainly Tokyo never entirely sleeps, with the random Phoenix effects manifesting here and there int he distance, yellow and orange glow lighting the sky, and people arriving at all hours, not to mention the occasional car that slides by even at this hour- still, there are long stretches of silence where only the wind moves along the streets. It's a fragile period of time that never lasts- perhaps an hour or even less. Still, it's there. The young girl in her odd uniform glances at the redheaded woman, but doesn't disturb her. The quiet's just too rare. Tsukiko approaches closer to the pink-haired girl, pulling her trenchcoat tighter at a sudden gust of wind. Agreeing that the quiet should not be broken, she says nothing as she sits at the same bench as the pink haired girl, tilting her head back to gaze up into the night. Blah Blah Blah. You all are too inconspicuous. Like you're keeping a secret or something. For the young, agile, young, and uh.. young girl who happens to be heading up the road just now ... she doesn't seem to be doing anything 'wierd' per say. She just has her arms propped up behind her head, that's all. Of course, you can tell by the way she dresses that she's pretty much a slouch... or at least seems so. Why is she out so late? ... Uh...? Would you believe helping the elderly? Helping the elderly blow up stuff, maybe... No.. she was just putting corn-cobs in a certain detective's car's tail pipe, is all. But nevermind that, that's neither here nor there.. Utena shifts over to make space for the other woman on her bench, nodding once with a smile that seems friendly. The moonlight flicks briefly along the surface of a heavy silver ring nestled on her hand; she brushes her fingers through her hair, and glances about, noting the other girl arriving. Like I said, people come and go. She leans back against the bench, and watches the woman next to her for a moment, curiously. "I don't suppose you'd like to talk about it." she says, somewhat unexpectedly, keeping her voice mild. Tsukiko blinks in surprise, her voice a bit higher, lighter than her features would suggest. "... I don't know where to begin," she says, and she means it, literally. "I don't know a lot of things... too many things... and it's kind of driving me nuts." Making her way up to the bench, a one, Minnie May Hopkins eyes it cauciously .. but.. without stopping, instead of going around said bench, she jumps up, and balances herself on the back of the bench carefully; holding her arms out and up to her sides and she traverses the back-rest slowly ... as if on a tightrope ... but is careful so as not to step on anyone's hair. What is her problem, anyway? Is she crazy or something? Utena chuckles faintly. "Boy, I know -that- feeling." she comments, that pleasant smile not shifting- even when May springs up onto the back. Utena's really used to weirdness, being a (former?) Ootori student, and barely gives it a thought, though she tilts her head back and hrms at May. "Nice balance." Back to the other woman, she asks, "How about focusing on what you do know? Nobody ever gets to know everything in life, right? If I thought only about what I didn't know, I think I'd go crazy pretty quick." Tsukiko glances at May, and smiles a bit. Then the smile fades--she can't remember a time when she was that carefree. "I... don't know too much at all. I barely know my name." She looks down, then back up at the sky. "I feel like I'm supposed to have some sort of purpose, but I don't know what it is." Minnie May hops off of the back of the bench ... and ... offers Utena quite a grin, "Hey, thanks." ... seeing as the bench is taken up, she has no other recourse to ... she has no other choice ... even if it's illegal.. she must ... go .... grab a trash can.. turn it over, and sit on it. Dangling her legs over the side, after achieving this task, she offers her bit of advise, "Hold on ta' what ya' know. And try 'n' learn what ya' don't. But don't think you 'kin know everything at once.. that's well.. pretty silly." Utena nods at May's joining the conversation, stifling a bit of a laugh at the trashcan spilling. Hey, whatever works... "She's right, though." The girl leans back again, tapping a cheek with a slim forefinger. "It's sort of prying to ask, but what exactly -do- you know? Even if it's not much, it's a start." Tsukiko, bombarded with advice. She sighs. "I know my name. Tsukiko Yagami." She pauses. "I'm..." ... "... related... to a man named Iori Yagami. He's ... got some reputation." Minnie May continues to kick her feet, like a little kid. Of course, she looks like a little kid, and not anywhere like her real age. Seeming comfortable with the whole thing, she nods, "Well, it's good ya' know 'yer name.. I just..", and then suddenly, a truck full of drunken teenagers drives by, with one of them leaning out to shout, 'Hey baby, nice can!' .... May blinks a moment, and offer a hand in wait as she turns to look at the truck, "Excuse me for a moment.." ... spinning about, on her trash can, she stands up on it, and... popping her finger in her mouth, she pulls it out to test.. the .. wind? ... and .. propping a hand up to her brow to judge distance, she nods affirmatively. Reaching into her jack, she pulls out.. a lone grenade.. painted.. like an easter egg. Pulling the pin out with her mouth, she chucks it a certain direction, before sitting down again. She ahems a bit, "Now where was I? ... Oh yeah.. I was saying...", and then.. KRACKABOOM! .. that truck, which was up the street a ways, in now road toast. The kids? Well, they probably got out safe. Probably. Offering a bright smile, she continues un-daunted, without even bothering to mention the chaos, ".. knowing your name's great and all. You need to know that to get anywhere. As for reputations? .. Well.. don't worry about that. Make your own reputation." Utena.. blinks slightly, scowling at the boys in the car as they pass by, then twitching slightly when the . er... grenade?... goes off. "... Wasn't that a little bit excessive?" she murmurs, before shaking her head and pushing her attention back. "Just because you're related to someone who might have done something.. that doesn't make -you- bad." is her contribution. Poor Tsukiko. She ohs, then, and genteel-ly offers her hand. "By the way, while we're trading names... mine's Tenjou Utena. I'm a student... got here about three months ago. It's nice to meet you, Yagami-san." Tsukiko says, "Please, call me Tsukiko." The grenade-ing of the truck doesn't apparently faze her. But then, she's capable of just as much destruction. She takes Utena's hand and smiles a bit. "It isn't that easy... I'm afraid of something... I can almost see it in my dreams." She shrugs a little. "I don't really have a past." Her trash can is really nice. Damn those stupid boys. ~.~ Anyway... May waves a hand dismissivly to Utena, "Nah.. that was just mostly gunpowder.. they're specials.. I could have used a cocktail.. or.. an actual real grenade.." ... maybe the truck wasn't really all that much of road-toast. Of course, she nods, "Right! .. That doesn't make you a bad person." .. May offers he own kind of hand gesture, tipping her fingers in a mock salute, "My name's May Hopkins, but I always end up being called Minnie May for some reason.", she then, shrugs, "So who am I to fight fate? Anyways, it's nice ta' meetcha all." .. she hrms a bit thoughtfully at Tsukiko, too, offering in her uncooth, teenager manner, "All my dreams kinda suck.. usually.. so I dunno what to say about that." Utena closes her eyes, after bobbing her head, acknowledging May's introduction. "Well... I don't know about bad dreams. But as for having a past... I think..." she pauses for a moment, gathering her words.. her mind drifting, just slightly, to the scent of roses and old, old satin lining, dark and cloying... . o O ( "Don't open it... there's nothing worth living for, is there?") She opens her eyes again, moonlight piercing the pupilless blue spheres that dominate her face. "The past isn't as important as the future. If you have dreams that frighten you, then it's time to change your dream to something good that you can believe in. I don't believe that people are basically evil- I can't believe that. I think everyone has a good dream they cherish. It's just.. the matter of finding enough courage to accept that good dream, no matter what." Tsukiko listens, curiously, taking the words in. She'll think further on them later, but as she opens her mouth to reply, something goes a beeping. Chagrined, she searches her pockets until she comes up with a pager, and reading the number, she makes a bit of a face. "... sorry... May-san... Utena-san. I have to go make a phone call..." She stands, with a tenative smile. "It was really great to meet you both..."