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April 24, 2003

.04.24.03. - we huntin'? [pack] *soi

[noje]

(james)
there's a stack of pizza boxes sitting inside on the breakfast counter
however, the Gnawer is out on the front porch
slice (number four) of meatlover's in one hand
half-smoked Camel in the other
weather isn't the nicest
but sometimes.... ya just gotta be outside

(luc)
Bed.

Wild nights - raging hormones - darkly painted nails - ungentle hands. Yeah, They didn't fall asleep till middle afternoon and shifting in his sleep [..music -always- blares from his room.] a particulary deep slice stirrs him to wakefulness. One eye cracks open as his hand reaches around to feel the moisture where blood squeezes through parted skin. Toungue runs over teeth as he settles on an elbow to regard the pierced princess in all her snoring glory.

Her mouth half ajar, as his sheets twisted around her limbs - he smiles to himself quietly. Not GRINS but smiles, its a strange moment - one that could only exist in the solitude of early evening wakefulness.

but sweeter for its solitude. But hell, they had shit to do, and wiping the crust from his eyes he nudges Eva to wakefulness.

(decker)
Hunkered up on the balustrade, facing out, legs hanging out over the side, beer bottle dangling from his fingers. Waiting, you might say. Waiting for trouble. Waiting for Imogen? Waiting for pack. Waiting for war.

Waiting for the Alpha and the click of his leash coming off, the target pointed out. Git 'em, boy. Decker has no illusions about his part. He's a fighter. A warrior sometimes. A warleader very occasionally. The fist (and claw and tooth) of the pack that was the fist and claw and tooth of the Nation. Don't mean he likes the part, or even dislikes it. Pretty damn indifferent towards it, really. But it's something he's good at, so that counts for something.

Swig of beer. Cough under his breath. Draw the hood of his sweatshirt up over his buzzcut head. Grey eyes scan the horizon like a gargoyle on a building, an eagle in an aerie.

(eva)
Bed.
And she doesn’t fuckin snore.
Nails and hands and twisting sheets and growls and snarls and purrs and laughter – yes, laughter, until the wee hours of the afternoon and the pair slept on. Where he regards a slice (dark dark nails gripping dragging holding) ruefully, and gaze slides over her – it is clear she is not unscathed. Ungentle hands leave bruises, hip, thigh, shoulder bicep… eager lips leave marks, neck, shoulder, neck…
His smiling gaze garners no reaction of course, relaxed and sprawled in his sheets, stealing his pillow the moment he moves, comfortable here. His nudge? That gets a grunt. Snort. Growl. As she complains and rolls over slowly (…….ow. the visible marks are not the only left.) before dark lashes part and look up at him. “wha?” So eloquent in the morning.
Fingers lift and dig at eyes, smudging make-up even further, before she pulls herself into a slow, languid, early morning stretch, voice foggy with sleep “Christ I needa smoke..” and good morning to you, too.

(erik)
Erik's '70 monte rumbles down the street and into the driveway... With someone in the passenger seat. He guns the engine once just to hear it roar, and kills it. Then he opens his door and steps out. Little has changed with his apearance or dress, except a pair of mirror sunglasses, like people used to wear in the '80's.

(james)
waiting
one counts the minutes and seconds until that leash comes flying off and steel gray fur goes flying at a targeted throat
one is a far sight more patient... even if he's just as much of a fighter as the other
one perches on the railing the granite-eyed gargoyle to frighten away the evil spirits that dare tread their lands
one lounges in deck-chair boots kicked up on the ballustrade as if jungle-vine dreads tied him back to wait
(git'em boy, i gotcher back)
for a long while, there's nothing but the sound of beer swishing in half full (half empty?) bottle, chewing, the occasional crackle of tobacco succumbing to embers and burning away in smoke that will never blacken the lungs that hold it

deep umber eyes lift up when the monte carlo rumbles into the parking lot
fingers licked clean as that pizza slice didn't last another two bites
.... oh look, daddy's home.

(luc)
Funny.

The pack is tossed toward her with the rip-tide stretch of scarecrow arm, [..subtle musculature made visible when skin is SO exposed.] and launched at her as he snaps up. Its like the boy was on batteries, slept like the dead and woke up SUPER-charged. He leans over the side of the twin bed rubbing the back of neck...

-neck jerk to left and right, leaving the pop-pop-pop of bones before he reaches towards the pile of folded laundry (..largely untouched, certainly not PUT away.) for a clean pair of boxers and a comfortable pair of pants. Camo's today.

"S'almost midnight." Good Morning, sweetness? Neither really saw the need, life ain't pretty - why perpetuate a lie?

(billy bedlam)
Time to come out of the barrens. Dressed in Blue jeans and a black turtle neck, the Native teenager walks through the streets. letting his feet lead him.

(lexi)
Yeah and she should have probably commented on them, but obviously he has his reasons for the miami vice style sunglasses.. stepping sideways or something She doesnt say much as she gets out of the monte. She is tall, Very tall for a girl, almost 5'10. Dressed in dark clothes...She knew how to stay on the sidelines...although she hates to have to do it. she should have been garou
Shoulda coulda woulda...didnt matter now.
Blonde hair pulled into a pony tail that hung past her shoulders. Her features, intimidating, but the most eerie part about the girl was her eyes...they couldnt be real? could they
Yes. and they were, the way the grey sank into the blue swirled with the green...
Glancing over at Erik, a nod and partial smirk..They didnt have to say much..maybe that was why the ugly get intrigues her so much and she still hung around him...cause he was so much like her

or perhaps it was just that he truly saw the potential in her.

(decker)
Yup. Daddy's home, and look who he's got with him. Decker's eyebrows go up a few notches. James can feel his lazy brand of astonishment through the totemlink. Tha heee-yell?

Swig of beer. He keeps his quiet. Don't wanna make no assumptions til facts were laid down cold. Tendrils of mindpresence reach out across the lot; he speaks to the Alpha across the link.

We huntin'?
...taste his hunger.

(eva)
She catches the pack easily, a snatch of it from the air as lips curl into normal smirk. He snaps up, her hand snaps out, connects solidly across his ass before belly crunches and pull lean (battered) body upwards. Feet hit the floor, tangled sheets fall away, and she moves toward her own little pile of clothing. Christ. Gonna have to make a stop at the old man’s to get some more of her stuff if she’s gonna keep staying here.
Standard fare pulled on as she eyes that pack (but doesn’t light up. Yet.) A few of the piercings strategically covered with jeans, tank top. Mass of multicolor’d braids pulled back with a black bandanna, falling loose over shoulders to midback. She steals a pair of his socks with a brush of lips across shoulder blade, before pulling them and her boots on. A wink, and she snatches the pack up and heads out his door. “slow-poke.” Smirked back over her shoulder.

(billy)
coming near the Get Condos...again...it must be muscle memory inborn into his feet. leanign on the same lamp post a usual...across the street from the condos, he removes a new corncob pipe and fills it with Tobacco, a gleaming Crimson eye takes everything in

(erik)
He stops on the lawn in front of them all, looking Decker in the eye after the question. "Fuck yeah. We go tonight to scout, but I want this one's lair, so we wait till the day to take 'im."

(james)
Decker.... lazily astonished
it's enough to get the Gnawer's attention
his own brows lift a bit as boots pull down to rest on the terracotta tiles and weight shifts forward to place elbows on knees
jaw tilting up in the pack's serve-all gesture - and to get a better look

(We huntin'?)

the Ahroun's been quiet..... real quiet
someone's killing kin on their lands
someone's killing.... kin
someone lost a mate
now if THAT ain't a sore spot
when their Alpha speaks... he just smiles
it's the furthest thing from that trademark, easy grin, crawling slow and sure across his features
the Modi isnt the only one hungry for blood... not by a long shot

(luc)
Skinny.

He's not the rippling bruiser his gran'daddy was. Just got his height, like fun-house image, stretched out and molded with play-doh. [..Nightmare before Eaaster.] ...and watches as she makes her way out, sharp-edged feature taughtening briefly as he leans forward in feinted-lunged before the dore closes behind her. And he scratches the side of his face...

Th'fuck was he doing again? Yeah, clothes. Socks located, boots pulled on, army-issue Tshirt to drape tent-like over skeletal seeming forming.

Just. Try. Him.

He almost to the door, and then kicks it, going back to scour the room for his wallet.

(decker)
Just a nod up.

A last swig of beer. Lean back, grabbing the edge of the balustrade with one hand while he sets the empty bottle carefully down on the balcony behind him.

Then he slides the fuck off his perch the balcony, landing into a muscular python-coil on the pavement below. Straighten up. Tug his hood back into place. "Yeah, okay."

Ready to go.

(lexi)
She had been briefed..ok not completely briefed..in fact it was more a series of grunts and half sentences through whiskey and cigarrettes..but she got the gist...
they were hunting
She didnt quite know if they meant her too, but she stood next to the Get hands comfortably placed in her pockets as she looked around to place who was there...
She stays quiet...which was something she did well, words were for people who couldnt communicate with their eyes..
One look from Lexi and it could either make someone feel comfortable (rarely) or it could send goosebumps up soemones skin.
She wasnt a people person..
However among the Garou, the intimidation factor didnt exist, that was just for normal people, among the garou, she just presented herself as strong willed and tough, certainly hiding any arrogance or indimidation, she was smart, not crazy....
She watches Decker...she knew him best, but still didnt know shit bout him...didnt really care..

Eyes move to Erik..the leader...and the slightest smirk crossed her lips for a second
Her first real observance of him leading

(billy)
Billy watches this all quitl. lighting the pipe, he taks a long puff and offers it to the 4 winds as he fingers a pair of necklaces...one with a polished red stone and the other with a polished black stone

(eva)
There’s a snort of amusement heard for that feinted lunge, but it fades in the “ohhhhhhhh FOOD!” that carries back. Teenagers have this automatic sense of Pizza, and she pops open a box, roots for a plate, grabs two pieces, closes the box (Luc can get his fuckin oh – th’ell ya think she is?) again, grabs a beer, makes sure we still have smokes and lighter and finally, Pierced princess exits to the porch.
And stops. Hey, hey the gangs all here.
There’s a slow smirk, and she moves to a chair and folds her length into it, feet stretching to rest on railing – no where near any member of the group, really, a bite of pizza taken, smoke finally lit, that first glorious drag of the day (night) pulled deep into her lungs before exhaleing slow.
Gaze rests on Erik, smirk sliding somewhat amused as she watches him, watches the reactions of the others to him, but there’s nothing in way of greeting. Ain’t her way. Ain’t her place. She’s here to eat the food, drink the beer, and keep Luc smiling like that when no ones watchin. Everyone’s got their duty to Gaia, after all. (some duties are far, far better then others.)

(erik)
He watches Decker rise, the full moon blood in him pulling him to the hunt. Erik smirks. "Soon enough, Deck. Few things first... Who knows the spirit trick for resisting fire?" Obviously a question for the Garou only to answer.

(decker)
A muscle strains in his jaw. Then Decker backpedals a few steps and drops down on the second-to-bottom stair up to Rune's condo. Shrug. Shake of head. Not him. All the burns he kept fuckin getting proved that one.

(james)
alley - oop
Decker's slithering off the balcony railing like some venomous serpent
James is standing and gathering the trench that served as pillow and shrugging it over muscular shoulders
there's a half-glance back, as Eva joins them on the porch
but that's it, he's already heading down the stairs
tonight ain't his night for kin-duty

though the question gets a pause
and there's a half frown as his head shakes, dreads tangling over patchwork trench
stopping just behind his packmate and leaning a hip against the railing halfway up (down?) the stairs

"Only know how to get around banes."

(luc)
Clothes Fly.

CD cases, Empty bags, more clothes, Cellphone [..aaaaalmost does--and then he pockets THAT badboy], more CD cases, pornos -- WALLET! And hooking the chains to his pants he shoves it into his pocket and makes his way out...

Shit.
[..grabs deodarent on the way.]

Icing out his pits as he goes [Spideysense tingles: PIZZA 3 yard radius.] and makes a beeline setting the deodarent on the counter and grabs the box, [...aaaand Eva's beer.] heading toward the porch his mouth full of doughy-cheesy goodness.

"Wha'sh Up'sh?"

(lexi)
Only a question for garou...and so she remains silent. Hands still shoved in her pockets, still not a word comes from her mouth...
she didnt have much to say as of yet

(eva)
Something of a nod thrown to James – but ain’t his fuckin night for kin duty. Everyone migrates toward Erik like some fallen sea of sinners toward some fucked up risen lord, which can only mean one thing. (daddy’s home) Not like there was any doubt, only he could match the descript she was given.
Dark eyes snap toward Luc as he comes out (fuck! That’s where my beer went..) and a tilt of her head down the stairs. No words –don’t need none, ankles cross, hand offers pack in exchange for her beer.

(erik)
He grunts. That's nobody. "Ok. Then you'll wanna be careful with the firebombs. Lexi..." He turns towards her. "Thats your job for now. Make us some molotovs. Now, is whatshisname over there..." He nods at billy... "gonna join us, or what?"

Nobody there got a nod or greeting, not even those comming late. Erik doesn't seem to care. All business... Seething, fanatic business.

(decker)
Shrug. "Was his mate," is all Decker puts in.

(billy)
He doesn't look inclined to join at the moment, though as Erik and Decker speak, that Crimson eye turns towards them.

(luc)
Totemphone: If she needs help, Eva got that anarchist cookbook type shit, down too.

He still looking [..down at her/them behind] from the porch, and inhaling half the bottle trades over for the pack. Pizzabox is balenced against the cornered 'L' of the rail while he inhales his FOURTH slice and finally sparks up the stog.

Only four slices, whatsa matter -- lost yer appetite?

(james)
so.... that's.... Lexi. Allrighty then.
though through the rest of it, including the Modi's interjection, he falls back into silence
(jaw tightening, already that burning Rage is blistering into a low boil, begging to rise again)
arms draw up and cross over his chest
and the Gnawer just falls back into waiting

(seething. fanatic. business.)

(lexi)
"Right" wow she had a voice
She nods once, as she takes the large bag she had over her shoulder and moves off to the side a bit...
Crouching at the knees as she begins to create the ammunition for the evening--well her part anyways.

She could do this in her sleep, and she knew each one would blow..and quite effectively. Things that went boom was one of her specialties. dont ask her the others
Each piece put into place off to the side, hands working inside the large bag..of course she would have to be careful..this wasnt child play....

No longer seeming to pay attention to them talking, as she makes sure her job is done--and done right.

but she is listeneing....she always is listening Even if she doesnt seem to be...one ear always listening...

(eva)
She downs half the beer, and tucks it between her thighs, before finishing off her plate of pizza. Lost appetite? Nah – its just too early. They’ll kill the rest of a pizza together. Later.
Silence from her as well. Almost odd that, but she knows enough to know when to keep her mouth shut. Sometimes she chooses not to act on that knowledge, other times she does.

(erik)
He turns to look at Billy for a second, then back to the pack. "James, why don't you go bring whatsisname over here..."

(james)
oh sure... send the guy that has no idea who that is
(was his mate)
but there's a breif nod up in acknowledgement
soon enough he's down the steps and across the lawn
long, lopey strides devouring the distance therein
city block miles or one lawn, parking lot, and (look both ways) street - it makes no difference

by the time he gets closer to Billy, chin jerks up in that all-encompassing nod up

"You've got a cordial invitation to the powwow over yonder."

nod up turns to nod back towards the condo in question
smooth and easy tones, even a partial smile, that bloodlust pointedly tempered

(lexi)
Ok...simple enough..now for the fun part eyes light up a bit...the voice of beevis and butthead in her head...fire fire fire
She couldnt help but smirk...
Bag laying on the grass, a clank heard..as she stands up and heads to the car...and now folks...for the gasoline.
That was last...
Slowly she opens the door and it squeaks...bending into the large blue vehicle she emerges iwth 2 red gasoline cannisters. Ahh the smell of gas...
Promptly moving to the little area she had taken up and setting them down....she would wait until it was time...
Eyes glance up at the group..and settle on Erik
as she waits

(luc)
He leans over the railing listening to the goings on with Eva, nose wrinkling as he spots Billy. [...don't forget the FIGHT CLUB.] But says nothing as the papered rolls is sucked back in paused exhalations of smoke.

(billy)
As James get's near, it's almost as if he were bing slapped in the face with an oven mitt wrapped fist, his rgew stronger than the avverage Garou, for a momet it doesn't look athough he's going to follow. taking another Puff from the pipe, he offers it to the 4 winds, then finaly he follows. pipe stem between his teeth, hands in his pockets. his movements are silent

(erik)
Turns to watch the two approach, and from where he stands he'll be the first to greet the wendigo. James should know enough to expect that.

He turns a careful eye on Billy, noticing the scars and thinking of them as competence. There's no substitute for scars. Just ask Erik's face. Never a handsome kid to begin with, the two scars that mar his face mark him out in any crowd.

(james)
slapped in the face, yes
but he also shares a condo with Decker
he's used to it

also seems like he understands it

no introductions, no chitchat, no 'hurry up man my Alpha's waiting,' not another damned word between them
just a patient wait for that few moments, then leading back over
cause the Gnawer knows well enough Erik's the one to do all the talkin' here
a glance to his Alpha and he's moseying on past
when they're back at the steps, he regains his place half-way up
such a subtle thing is rank, sometimes
even with the ascent of the sculpted concrete
that's not above the Modi, that's behind him
settling to sit this time, pack and zippo pulled from pocket

(luc)
Wide.
Ass.
Grin.

Beer accepted. And the pair hang over the porch while the old folks talk and seethe. [Heh. Kill-shit. Heh. Heh. Heh.] His head twists to the left a bit lips brushing against her ear in whispered words before his grey-toned gaze drops down to the assembled. Another slice of Pizza dragged lazily from the box and muched on and a slow almost -normalish- pace.

(lexi)
She glances up at the pierced girl who seems to have taken an interest in what she is doing..
wanna take a picture?
But she doesnt really change her facial expresion, merely stands there and waits...the canisters next to her feet as she waits...

(billy)
As he gets nearer, he nods quietly. if scars are Competence...then Billy is the expert...he's not wearing the eyeppatch tonight so as tebreeze stirs his bangs, thyey can see the destroyed socket. bone gfragments sticking out at grisly angles. the shrivelled remains of the Eyeball skewere ina piece of bleached bone in the center of the once socket

(dire)
Closet door opens. Dire rolls out. Stands up. Streches and heads for the portch. OPens the door and looks around at them all and gleeps at them. Seems his grunt was intrrupted by a yawn

(erik)
Oh yeah, Erik likes this guy. Likes him alot, enough to have a smile on his face by the time he gets to the lawn. Someone as ugly as him.

"Here ya got a personal stake in this shit..."

(billy)
He nods, and a sound that could only be a grunt ensues before a strangled rasp of a voice says. "Yeah...fuckers killed my mate...I'm gonna slow roast 'em over my tanning fire before I send 'em on an eastergg hunt for their nuts...after that...I'm really going to hurt them."

(decker)
Erik up front. Decker two steps up on the stairs. James another two steps behind him. Dire up at the top, Luc too, and Eva. Lexi off to the side, makin' molotovs.

Regular Eagle scout camp, this.

Since it didn't look like they were going anywhere just yet, Decker eventually leans back, settling one elbow on the step above him while the other hand gropes around for matches, a joint. Find one. Find the other. Strike one on the concrete stairs. Light the other.

He tosses the smoking strike-anywhere match out on the pavement, stomps it, and has hisself a smoke. Passes it up to James, in case the Gnawer wanted something a little heavier than those Camels.

(erik)
"Sounds like a plan. You remember who's turf your on, and who leads the hunt, and we'll give ya first crack at the leech. Fair?"

(eva)
His head tilts her way, words sliding over her ear, and smirk slides again across her lips. Now free hand slides up to drag nails over the back of his neck, teasing into his hair in a scrape of nails over scalp in misplaced affection.
Dark gaze doesn’t move from Lexi though – that glance and not so subtle smirked ‘take a picture’ that comes clear only in gaze not missed, not acknowledged either. She’ll look where she fuckin pleases – Lexi ain’t the only bitch kin here - and make sure the high brow bitch puts those together right.

(billy)
Another grunt accompanied by a nod.

(lexi)
She could hear the sound of fire Head snaps to Decker to se ehow far off he was from her
no offense she didnt need her face covered in 3rd degree burns..she liked her face...

Ok he was far enough away she didnt have to worry..
Eyes moving back to the bottles, corks, rags...and the cannisters..She didnt know if she needed to start the pouring, and she wasnt gonna waste good gasoline..so for now..she waits.

Every few moments turning to look at Erik to see if he gives her a nod to start-a-pourin.

for now...she merely waits, guarding her little fire bombs

(james)
boots scoot over a bit, making room for the Modi to stretch out
the Gnawer's long body angling a bit on the steps
leaning against the vertical rails instead of the concrete platforms
Decker doesn't have to offer that joint twice
damn skippy he wants something stronger than the Camel
rare is the occasion he'd actually ask for it
he knows what they're planning, and the reason for it
something that makes him sick to his fucking stomach
(smirk goes smug, hearing the proposed pain)
that's a long. hard. deep. hit.
held until his lungs burn
before passing the joint off to the next packmate that wants it

(erik)
He gives Lexi the hurry up nod, wonderin how long she plans on makin molotov's on the front lawn.

"good. anyone got anything to add?"

(dire)
"I've got targeting discript for any that havent heard...." His melodic voice coming from above and behind.

(billy)
Looking at Lexi, he wanders over and kneels down in front of her. reaching into a pouch, he comes out with a large lump of what looks like a grey roick. he holds it with a leather scrap as he hands it to her. "You be able to use this?"

(lexi)
She sees the look in his eyes...rolling her own She certainly didnt have them spread out on the lawn, the supplies were all inside a bag, but regardless he seemed impatient...
She finishes the final preparations and makes sure they are secure in the bag, she had it all rigged inthe bag, so they wouldnt clank around...a nifty little homemade bag perfect for carrying the little firebombs used to go kapow...

yeah yeah yeah im the one holding you up She doesnt say a word though...
instead, she picks up the large bag, no clanking inside of bottles hitting each other, there was padding between each little bungee holding the bottle in its place in the bag..
Returning the now empty cannisters to the monte...
She moves swiftly to Erik. The long thick strap across her front.

(luc)
Chin jerk.

Eva to the joint being passed another swing of the beer the teenager doesn't -quite- see that there's much to say. "Can get Livingston to call up the ghostie that teaches th'fireater-shit." Just wanted to add, maybe it was obvious, but he'll he ain't the group 'thinker' now if they need someone to rock-out on a list of glorious deeds?

He's yer man.

(lexi)
She glances up after taking care of her job Glancing at Billy..
holy shit shed never seen that deep into someones head before..dude your eye is gone
But she doesnt flinch, good thing he isnt reading her mind...cause she hadnt been expecting an eye socket..
Looking at the lump in his hand..
"what is it?"

(erik)
Eyes go to Dire, not certain what the hell Luc is talkin about. "Well, spit it out then."

(billy)
Eyes go to Dire, not certain what the hell Luc is talkin about. "Well, spit it out then."

(eva)
Chin jerks, nails scrape, lean form slides around Lanky Skald to go down a step or two and take that joint. She hits deep, before passing it up to Luc, holding while she makes her way back to her lean against the railing next to Luc. He can pass it back down – she grabbed the shit, his turn. Slow exhale, and body folds, elbows finding railing, hands clasped lightly as she listens.

(dire)
Dire also looks at Luc like he had too many shrooms off the wrong cow patty and shakes his head. Moving forward on the deck he speaks in that tgrand skald style. Not loud but cultivating. Discriptive. Amazingly descriptitve of the prey they speak. Outlinign they're appearance and how they acted. As the ghost had told him. His voice lyric, rising and falling in the cadence of the high tongue, as it was his ft language.

(decker)
One arm stretched out on the step above the one his elbow's on, which is the one above the one his ass is on, which is the one two or three above his feet, Decker answers Luc. "Gonna take too much time. Spirits ain't never teached nothin' fer nothin', 'n they ain't gonna be happy to be dragged all the way out here to the city. Take even longer t' appease their asses." Thwppt. Airdriven spit off to the side, almost graceful in the delivery. Spitting elevated to an art form. Look and despair.

(luc)
He takes the joint.

Slooooow ass hit, and still holding the smoke arm sweeps around towards Dire if he's wantin, if not he [..wolfie-express] mails his ass back to ((Decker or James, I'm not sure who sparked it)) and then three HUGE steps later he's back on the porch and in his "spot".

He nods to Decker, thoughtful.

[..prolly gonna have some crispy-style hot dogs.]

(james)
somewhere between the Skald(s) and the Modi lays the Gnawer
so he makes himself an instrumental part of handing the joint back to the sparker
and yup.... is otherwise quiet

(imogen)
One twenty. It's that period of time where one cannot decide if she's really late, or very early coming home. 4am is not unheard of; at the very least, Dr. Slaughter never really has to worry about traffic jams. The car slides into it's parking spot, the well kept rumble of the car barely audible, the shut of the car door behind her only slightly louder as she exits the car and starts to cross the parking lot, one hand passing over her hair. The alarm chirps tonelessly as it arms.

(erik)
Well, they look ready, but there is one question yet to be asked... "Ok then. You guys are stoned, we got molotovs... We look ready. But has anyone asked -why-? Why did this happen? Why Aurora? why these leeches? Why on our turf?"

(dire)
He shakes his head "She said it was just random. Manical behavoir."
Dire's not stoned. he never touches the stuff. His senses are too sharop. He hops the rail and lands in a crouch next to the blood egal.
"She said they did it for the glee of doing it."

(billy)
Lookng at Eric, he shrugs quietly. "To me it doesn';t matter...they killed my mate that's the onl thing that does." turning to look back at Lexi, he still hold the Lump of Metallic Sodium out to her

(lexi)
Why ask why

(decker)
Chirping alarm hits his ears and Decker's just reaching back to get his joint. It fits between his teeth and he lee-e-e-eans to one side. Looks around Erik, around Billy.

Leans back.

There ain't no big dumb grin on his face, but James, sitting right behind him, will see some of that tension slipping loose from his shoulders. 'Least she made it home safe. Again.

Those shoulders shrug. "Asked. Ain't got no answer though." He passes the joint toward Erik, in case Tall Dark 'n Ugly wanted some too, and uses that forward momentum to get to his feet. The Modi adds, "Someone oughta stay behind 'n watch the kin."

And no. He ain't volunteering.

(james)
a brow lifts
he took into consideration the descriptions and the actions
and so far the mention that these beings are leeches

"Do you seriously think there needs to be a reason?" there's a roll of shoulders and signifies a shrug "Sounds like these guys are Kooks. They don't need a reason for anything other than their own shits and giggles"

he can see that tension bleed out of the Modi
(and hell, it bleeds a bit out of himself, too, that's his friend out there)
and you spend a day? week? month? in a world of a Malkavian's making and not get anything out of it about the fucking Clan
learn the hard way all those stories about the insane vampire clan you hear in your childhood are real
that's what you do

(lexi)
Watch the kin....
She didnt flinch
But if Decker could only hear her thoughts right now..
Erik knew what she was thinking
But the look on her face, like stone, doesnt change...not in front of all of them..
always trying to prove herself
Watching the kin? What the fuck he think we need a baby-fucking-sitter...Eyes shift to Imogen approaching now...There was one she liked...they had had a few entertaining times...

(erik)
"Jus a couple of crazy fuckin leeches, huh? Well, fuck 'em for it, then. they still burn. Deck's got a point, but you think its necessary? If this was just random stupid shit..."

Plus maybe, just maybe, he's giving these kinfolk some credit.

(decker)
Another shrug as the Modi flips his hood down. "Looked like basketcases, 'least," mutters Decker. One supposes the words are for everyone, but he's looking at his Alpha. "'R else they's someone's real careful-planned bait made to look random."

Just a liiiittle paranoid.

(billy)
Seeing as she didn't seem to want it. Billy replaces the Lump in the pouch and nods to all of them. turning quietly, he heads off down the street. letting out a low whistle as he walks, a small badger soon joins him.

(dire)
He watches Billy take off and jerks a thumb "WHere the fuck's Ugly goin'?"

(luc)
Kinfolk.

Okay, to be honest sometimes he forgets Eva's Kin. This is likely one of those times, shit bitch held her own pretty damn well. Imogen and... well to be honest he has NO CLUE what the other one with the molotovs is but.. whatever. He reaches into the pizza box and finds the lasts piece.

Okay. Okay. Can we hurry up on the damn details?

(imogen)
The smell of marijuana is heavy in the air, the low conversation sounding odd and quiet. It doesn't take much perception (and this she must have in spades) to guess that the conversation isn't particularly all that friendly. She might have even caught the paranoid words (look after the kin) as her eyes flicker across the grouping of full bloods and kinfolk alike, dark eyes shadowed blacker as Billy walks past her, her head turning to watch him briefly, looking away as the badger (... the hell?) joins him, before turning right as the pathway branches, walking toward the (thankfully) empty stairwell and balcony.

(james)
he isn't exactly paranoid
but putting together these are Malkavians
he's more than a liiiiiitttle tense
last time he dealt with them he was whisked off to fucking Wonderland
he doesn't like vampires in general, that's a given
he fucking. hates. Kooks.

teeth practically grind as they clench around the filter of the Camel
(almost forgot about that, din'cha Jamey-boy)

(erik)
Someone's paying attention. "right, which is why we find the lair tonight, and do the do once the sun is up. Then he answers Dire, wondering himself. "Nowhere, I'd guess, since I'm the only fucker knows where the leeches are. He'll be back."

(billy)
He needed to get out...Rage stronger lately...he was gonna explode and he didn'tewant to be in the city when he did so.

(dire)
He chuckels a bit at Erik and nods. Still crouched there. Trying to stay as low under the clowd as he can

(decker)
A quiet. He don't give a damn if Lexi knew molotovs, Eva knew kung-fu, and Imogen once stomped a leaping fomor with a single stab to the heart. Leaving them alone gets his hackles all up and bristly.

But pack's pack. And Alpha's Alpha.
Just a nod up. He's ready. Was ready. Will be ready. It's the essence of being Fenrir, isn't it?

(eva)
Watch the kin.
Yeah – that gets a bit of a smirk as well, but she still remains quiet, judging the reactions in the other kin, Lexi getting a bit of a longer look. Sometimes? Luc forgets she’s kin. But Eva’s never able to forget it. She shouldn’t be. There should be more. But since there ain’t – she holds her own.

(erik)
Fuck the kin. That's what Erik thinks. If they can't take care of themselves then they're just dead weight. Eagle pack cannot afford dead weight. 'sides, he's seen Lexi in action. she's solid. And anyways, Erik aint stayin, so it aint his problem.

"aint gonna do us no good to track these fuckers all over the city all friggin night, so I'm catchin a few Z's. Be here in 2 hours."

whoever isn't is watchin the kin.

(james)
he hasn't volunteered for kin duty
but that doesn't mean he'll argue if he's told to take it
pack's pack and Alpha's Alpha and Gnawer's Omega and all that shit
he's ready either way
not particularly fond of leaving them alone, either
but protecting Kin isn't his damned forte
(nah, he just kills 'em)

.... class dismissed

just a nod, that's all the Ahroun gives
two hours
more than enough time to get something to eat for the trip

(lexi)
Yeah whatever...Eyes flicker back to Eva...and lingers there for a few..ok she looks at least tougher then 99% of the kin she came across
slight smirk and she glances back at Erik
her eyes scream
can we go now

(erik)
Erik grabs the bag of molotovs and heads for his car. Into the trunk they go, and he opens the door (its a two door), and gets into the passenger seat (bench seats), and lays down. guess he's gonna sleep right there in the car...

(decker)
Two hours. More than enough time to get some nook--

--ahem. Decker's only reply to Erik is another nod up. A hand scratches the back of his head. He looks up the stairs at James, at the two Skalds up at the top, and all the assorted kinfolk hanging out.

"Someone go git some MickeyD's." A last hit off the joint and it's passed to James. He doesn't tell him to keep it. Doesn't totemphone it. Doesn't need to. The very way in which he passes it (careless, hand extending just a bit further than it would if he wanted it back) is enough.

Rune oughta be awake in 2 hours, too. That's good. Rune's many things, but she's a fuckin' Fostern Ahroun too, and good enough to be an Adren and a half if she just asked. Fuck if Decker knew why she didn't.

Though vampires in the daytime...ain't that sorta like shootin' fish in a barrel?
(Careful now, don't get cocky.)

(dire)
He stands up "I'm going for a grilled stuffed Burrito... anyone want?"

(lucian)
"Concerts out."

He grunts now mildly annoyed. [Eh, Priorties boy.] He finishes the beer and nudges Eva thoughtfully, realizin she was gonna be stuck in the aprtment for the first time.

"Wammie walk ya'home?"

(imogen)
Exodus.

Lexi and Erik leave, Billy has left. Dire is apparently feeding his bottomless stomach, which involves a walk a few blocks away, anyway. Her eyes lift from the balcony as she reaches a hand into the pocket of her jacket searching for what is presumably a cigarette packet (because otherwise, she would go inside), while the other hand reaches up to catch the plastic case of her identification badge and pull it from her jacket collar. The Medical Examiner's Shield, seperate, hangs at her hip, but is left alone for now, familiar baggage like her pager, her cell phone. Her cigarettes and the taste in the back of her throat reminescent of blood.

Cigarette package is pulled out with one hand, from one pocket as the identification badge in the other hand is shoved into another.

A cigarette is lit, the taste as she inhalation washing away the afterscent of memory.

(eva)
Concert’s out. Fuck. There’s a look of annoyance that crosses her face and she returns that long look Lexi gives her, smirking as they turn and walk back to the car. Decker demands McD’s, Dire says Taco hell – and she waves him off “pizza inside – gonna kill another couple slices. Thanks though.”
Yeah. She’s got manners. Sometimes she uses them. Fuck off.
There’s a roll of lean form until she’s got the railing under her hands and her ass against it, stretching a bit. She weighs the pros and cons a bit, and then shrugs. “If ya want. Don’t mind stickin though.” If nothing else – She and the redhead have a better chance standing together then separate. Someone’s gotta take Kin duty – may as well be the Kin who hasn’t gotten a chance to prove her shit yet. Otherwise? She’s just dead weight. Sides… that’d mean Decker’d owe her ass one. Stupid prick.
Dark eyes finally make their way back to Luc, sliding from the other balcony, to the floor, and inching up long lanky form in that slow molesting crawl….smirk tucking at her lips. “up to you.”

(decker)
"Naw," resettling on the stairs, one step closer to James this time. Pack disperses and those that remain draw closer together. It's instinct. You watch the left and I'll watch the right. You watch the sky and I'll watch our backs. Yeah. Okay.

"Gimme a Big Mac. 'N fries." Nobody doesn't like MickeyD's fries. Decker rolls his weight to the left as he jerks his wallet out on its chain. Flips through his scanty bills and fishes out four battered one's. An annoyed glance at Dire as he gets antsy - "Shut the fuck up, Dire, I'm lookin' fer cash." - and he dumps out a handful of coins, adds it on top of the bills, and hands it to the Skald.

(james)
..... don't mind if I do
not said or thought, it's just held in the semi-quirk of that little grin
he doesn't need to be told the Modi doesn't want the joint back
some things transcend any types of verbal or mental communication
it's a long, hard, hit off the roach before the Gnawer's looking back up again
Luc and Eva
Decker and Imogen
Dire and "No thanks man, gonna finish off that pizza." his stuffed burrito
Erik an..... noooot even goin' there

hm.
one more hit, and he's flicking that joint off to the Roach Gods
perhaps in some whim of placating at least some diety for their journey in two hours
vampires in the daylight
fuckin Kooks
the night already started off with him pissed
and now that itchy feeling's crawling up his spine - spooked

not a good combination
even in the mellow Gnawer

(dire)
He takes it and sniffs it and gives Decker an "Ew" Smell and stuffs it in his pocket wiping his hand on his jacket.

Nods to them and Streches. He hops a few times and takes off at a jog. bounding down the road. Damn metis born. Too much energy in all forms.

(luc)
He snorts to the other skald, and rolls his eyes glancing first to his mate and then to James. They had planned to go smash some head at the Tooley's tonight, guess that was out.

"...y'aint comin with me." He says half-guess that was what she was thinking - not quite remembering he forgot she wasn't. "...guess we'll pig out an' ah kick BOTH yer asses on gran'trurismo." His chest puffs out almost childishly, he's been practicin.

(eva)
She smirks and elbow lands light against his ribs. “Fuck you, too. y’think I wanna go with all you ragers? Fuck that shit. I’ll hang back and take care of the Redhead for the pissant.” Hands slide over Luc – but not without reason - searching for their smokes, plucking pack from pocket and lighting up before tucking them back where she found them.

(imogen)
And again, her attention arches toward Dire and his inexhaustable energy as he bounds down the rood. It's too damn late for that kind of energy. He'll probably make the McD's staff tired just watching him.

A smirk touches her mouth, perhaps at the image of poor harrassed staff dealing with crazy energetic Dire, though with the caustic mirthless curve it might very well be that she heard Eva, as she settles into the wooden chair, smoke exhaling slowly as she bends down, reaching out to pull the ashtray toward her feet.

(luc)
Take care of the red-head.

One brow shoots up, as he remembers Eva's willingness to 'take care' of her LAST time. Hell, he wasn't sure -exactly- what she meant but manages to mumble, "...bitch is packin, girl." The Bitch in question is, of course, Imogen. [Start Fantasy Mode: Imogen and Eva cacked in mud, pulling each other's hair while they're out...] He blinks realizing Eva's still standing in front of him --grabbing the empty pizza box distractedly as he heads back inside.

(decker)
Dire takes off. Decker sprawls another minute and then gets up. Stomps his slow deliberate way up the stairs, stabbing Eva with a glare. "The 'Redhead' don't need no fuckin' care." He'd just feel a lot better if she had a fuckin' pack of Fenris warwolves around her. And Luc, stabbed with the continuation of the same glare (it's like a fuckin teenage Fenrir shishkabob), "'N she ain't no bitch, neither."

Fuckin' kids.

His skechers squeak wetly as he climbs up on the balustrade and crosses over. Go fig. He'd rather climb up the stairs and jump, than walk across and climb. Lands on Imogen's balcony with a thud. "Cop escort today?" He knows what his money's on.

(luc)
SLAM.

His forehead eats a nice solid chunk of doorway, and he blinks stepping backward and looking around quickly, ducks his head and continues inside eyes glued to the floor.

No one saw that.
No one saw that.
No one saw that.

(eva)
See, Luc can’t keep shit from her. She? Didn’t bother to tell him about the little talk with Imogen. Ain’t gonna either. There’s a slow sliding smirk as she watches his eyes darken and the distracted grab and mumble. “Yeah?”
That’s it, for the moment, before there’s something of an amused snort. “and I ain’t?” And then Decker stabs her with a glare, tosses his comment, and pierced brow arches. But she bites back the comment. Having to fuck that is most likely punishment enough.
Then Luc hits the fuckin doorframe. And gaze. Narrows. [enter fantasy mode. Ain’t no other bitch.] before she’s pulling from the railing, grabbing her plate, and following him inside. Oddly enough – she ain’t kicking his ass because of what the Redhead said. Lucky luc.

(imogen)
She hadn't turned as Decker speared both Fenrir teenagers with a steel eyed glare, but she had turned her head as his sketcher knockoffs thud against her balcony, causing a mild shiver through the supports. Her gaze moves upward, and (no one saw it) catches the graceful meeting of Lucian's forehead with the doorway, her head half turning away abruptly, the cigarette returning to her mouth to obscure the amusement, quick and abruptly abated.

She inhales, drawing smoke into her lungs before she answers him, "Parked near the crime scene," instead of a block or three away.

(luc)
"...and you are?"

He tosses the empty pizza box on the [new and improved!] coffee table watching her from the corner of hooded eyes -- she's jus' jokin, right. She better be. Before he loads the game up -- "Yo, bring the other box'a pizza and th'beers?"

(james)
Eva goes inside after the remaining pizza
Luc punishes the doorway for being too low
Decker moves off to go get su..... talk with Imogen
James?
he just moves to the now vacated porch
streeeetching out in one of the chairs
replacing his boots onto the railing
out comes the pack of Camels again, and the zpCLACK of zippo lighting up

he could go in and play granamismo
he could go in and wake Rune up

but the last thing the stressed out Gnawer needs is competition
and one thing you.... don't.... do.... is wake Rune up early
so he settles in to chainsmoke for a bit
dark eyes half closing
forcing himself to re. lax.
(shoulda had more than one joint)

Posted by james at April 24, 2003 12:00 AM

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