Rayn was seated on an old swing of a swingset, which there were only three swings still intact. There was a large slide in one corner, and another, smaller slide in the other. In the middle was a jungle gym, and a 'spider' beside that. Everything was either rusted, or grafettied. There was an erie silence, except for the sound of scretching metal, which would come from the lone figure that rested on a swing.

He sat with his head tilted to the side, his dark brown hair resting against the rusted, originally iron, chain the connected to the solid piece of wood that served as a seat for the swing. His legs were rocking back and forth, the tips of his shoes, more his soles, dragged against the ground as he did so. He was wearing baggy, dark blue, jeans which covered half of his foot, and had on a tight, though not tight enough to restrict his movements, plain black shirt. His right arm wrapped around the chain that he was leaning on, caring not if the rust rubbed off onto his shirt, and had his thumb in his jean pocket. His eyes were down, looking to the ground in solitude. He didn't want to find company, though if it came to him, he wouldn't mind engaging in a conversation. He moved his left hand, which was limp at the moment, hanging off the swing, and layed it acrossed his lap. He kicked his right leg again to propel himself forward as he roll his head up to the sky. His hair parted at his forehead as he gazed to the moon. He took another breath, his breath turning into steam before it even left the concealment of his nostrils. He was cold, but wasn't about to turn in due to that fact. He pulled his thumb from his pocket, unwrapped it from the chain and crossed his arms, though he didn't cross them at his chest, or even stomach. He layed his crossed arms in his lap as he leaned forward. He turned his head back down to the ground, staring at the shadow that the moon outlined. There was a gentle breeze which caused the great, hulking tree acrossed the other end of the play ground to shift, the leaves brushing against each other in a quiet, soothing way. He took a another deep breath and he closed, his eyes, beginning to dose off.

Tiberius stood in the shadow of the tree watching the man swing back and forth, a rusty squeal breaking the still air each time. Tiberius let his hood fall from his head as a light breeze rippled through the tree and his hair. He took a step out of the cold form of the tree's dark shadow and onto the grass of the damaged playground. He stood watching, listening but the man made no indication that he had seen or heard Tiberius step out of his hiding. Tiberius watched as the man's head flagged down against one of the rusty chains of the swing. Tiberius gave a short, humourless smile and started to walk over to the man swinging in the moonlight.

Tiberius stopped a metre from the man who still seemed obivous to his presence and then walked over to the jungle gym and sat don on one of its rusted bars. "Nice night, isn't it?" He called out to the man as he calmly slipped his pistol out of his coat, checked the slider and replaced it. "It makes you think doesn't it?" He spoke out loud again and turned to look at the man, waiting for him to reply.

Ryan made no indication to look up, or even acknowledge the man's presence, but simple kept swinging. He took another deep breath, more of a sigh, and shifted his weight, bringing his hands off his lap. He titled his head back town, enough sothat the moon still lit his face with a pale blueish tint, but still enough so that he could see the man who so seemed to have a strange enigma about him. Ryan didn't talk much, and wasn't about to, but felt compelled to answer the man's question, though with a question of his own, " Whats so great about tonight ? And what exactly are you thinking, because I think it might be different from what I am...?" He tilted his head completely to the ground so that he stared at the prints his shoes made against the dark wood chips that sorrounded the swingset. He didn't care if the man answered, but since he didn't feel up to moving yet, he would wait for it.