June 13, 2004.06.13.04. - passing information [plus nelly-virago] *p[riverfront - cont'd]
(decker)
"That's enough." Decker's jaw is tight and a pulse is throbbing in his throat, another on his forehead. He tries to change the damn subject again, "Naw. Diaz Altimay. Diez? Tha Glass Walker camp. Need ta find 'em."(william)
*He looks to Kemp* A big burly german proclaiming to be get, accusted her in the street. Saying he'd fill her filthy womb with nazispunk. Keep up man. He kept running off at the mouth about fucking her in the street or the alleyway and when she pushed him into the aley way he kept taking shit about handmaidens holding her down and for the better of the Fenrir and stuff.
She turned to leave and he sucker punched her in the mouth. Dropping her. So I jumped on his head.
*He points to the bit of hair and blood* After he was knocked out we left him there but I thought you guys would like to handel you're own problem so I came to tell you.*He looks to Decker and nods* I can see if I can find them.
(nelly)
The thing about territories in a Scab, can't exactly howl your approach. A phone call? Well, you would have to have a number first. Plan B, spirits. Well, there has to be someone on the receiving end with knowledge of these things. And from what she knew of the Eagles, which is little to nothing save for their battle-side stories and haunting omens, there wasn't one of the spiritual moon within them.Then again, she was not born under that particular moon either.
And so she paced, just upon the boarders of one territory to theirs, having sent word via spiriti. Hopefully, it would be understood.
Upon many feet it scrambled. Small, black, sleek. Winged though it be, it slipped easily thru the cracks of the wearhouse and scurried across the shadowed floor, finding steel to climb. Up, up onto the flat surface, and upon its edges did it pause. Wings spread, flurried with not flight. Only the slightest buzzings were heard... ~Knight. Entrace.~
(virago)
A male voice, and from that single syllable Josephina is able to tell very little. "I hope this is an Eagle." Imogen's voice may have been cold, rubbing the Silver Fang the wrong way - but none of it shows in the precise tones of that voice. Unless, of course, the nature of English is itself one of icy impressions, before the semblance of thawing can be garnered. Its business - that momentary distinction suffered by the kin has completely dissipated now.(kemp)
Groaning, holding his head. "I'm getting cancer of the brain."(william)
*The raven eyes Kemp. Probably willing to argue the need of a brain first but.. well he likes living and doesn't say such slanderous things. Kemp probably woudl fry him up toot sweet and will's a chickenshit*(decker)
Abruptly the Modi shoves away from the pipe and walks off. No excuse, no pardon, nothing. His rage beats like a migraine in his wake.A few seconds later the back door slams. A few seconds after that, they can hear him hammering on his new shed out back. He can't possibly be doing much good. It's pitch black, and he didn't bring a flashlight. Nevertheless, he'll be out there for some time.
(i gotta brb too. 20-40 min.)
(james)
"Might." the single syllable ebbs into a chuckle, though as he continues the battlescarred and slurred accent is more than apparent "Las' I check I look' like a man. Who are ya 'n whatcha need?"(kemp)
Frowning with a look around. Waving one hand like there was a bug bothering him. "What's that sound?"(will)
*Having a good chunck of gnosis will tilts his head* Sprit maybe?
*He looks around* This isn't my house.. couldn't tell ya.
*He hops and looks around*(kemp)
"Well fuck if I know. Can't you hear it?" Starting to circle, trying to locate the sound. Hell he wouldn't know a spirit if it kissed his pecker and called him daddy.(roxy)
Roxanne exits the bathroom with a bewildered expression. She heard the new voices, couldn’t place any familiarity to them whatsoever.Clean clothes. Clean body. She ties back the damp peroxide dreadlocks from her scarred face, lifting blonde brows as she pads back out the bathroom. She detours her way over near James to drop the damp towel on his head while he talks on the phone to snare his attention, “I heard ya. I leave a note on the fridge next time, dad,” she says dryly, stepping away to get herself another beer.
(virago)
"Josephina de Valois-Montreuil," through the English, rolls the French, lacing those names with silken ease before at its end being discarded. "I'm one of Brand's, though by family only."She gives him a moment to register her identity, before continuing. "I need to talk to you and yours, and tts regarding Pyrells. Perhaps better discussed face to face," another pause, the reticence to say anything further through the line inherent in those careful syllables, before she adds, "and preferably now, if possible. Should I be speaking to you, or someone else?"
(james)
it another situation, he wouldn't be too pleased with the damp towel dropped on his head
but it's fucking HOT in the factory, even with the doors open and the sun down
so she'll get away with it this time
a grunt following to show he heard
(Good.)"You c'n talk a me..." in the breif pause, she may be able to hear the destruction going on in the background, signalling perhaps that yes, let's just talk with James now, the other boys are out playing with their toys.... "Where are yeh? I c'n meetcha."
(nelly)
The roach spread wings again, but took flight this time around. A quick flutter, dipping to and fro before it landed directly upon Kemp's forhead..thud...the soft twittering of its wings upon perch ~Knight. Entrance.~(will)
*Will's eyes track the bug and his beek opens and closes. Watching it land on Kemp and skipping over that way. Peering up at him* Unless you guys are teaching you're pets some neat tricks.. I think it's asking if one of the Knights can enter. Perhaps Nelly coming to report what I just did.(kemp)
"Ugh!" He almost smacked the bug on his forehead. Almost but that would of been gross and he had warned Rumor about bugs being other things. "Gross! Ok, come in, fuck me!"(virago)
"I'm driving in circles in this territory I hear is claimed by your pack." The tone is wry, amusement directed at her self at such exemplary preparation to meet. "Just tell me where you want me to be - perhaps with some directions - and I'll get there."(nelly)
Too much rage. It took flight once more, beelining for the open doors and out into the night.(james)
the Ahroun can't help but sound amused
she probably IS driving in circles
the streets on the Riverfront are little more than a maze
names and directions changing at the whim of whatever goat the road planner's were following deciding to take a shit"How close are ya t'...." conversation drifts off, and the Gnawer provides directions to a corner not more than three blocks from the factory, but he isn't about to lead the stranger to their little haven, no matter how much noise Decker was making out back to draw attention "Meetcha there'n ten. Look f'r th' guy wi' dreads. Name's James."
phone's clicked off and handed back to Imogen with a nod of thanks
even if he is still rather perplexed at how the good Doctor was suddenly their answering service
(Wasn't that Tristan's job?)
the raggedyman up and crossing the room
shirt grabbed from a pile of semi-clean clothes on flyby
Mindline: Going out to meet one of Brand's, says she's gotta talk about something regarding Pyrell.
and the Gnawer's out the door and on his way(kemp)
Rushing to the sink to stick his face under it, scrubbing madly at his forehead. "Fuck me, that was so gross. Probably left bug shit on my head!"
(will)
*The raven eyes Kemp* You start shootin' you splooge all around like ah heard before I came in you better not hit me man.
*He hops skips away and waits. Thinking decker might have something to say when he finishes with that mean ol shead*(imogen)
People watching.Or Garou and kin watching. She did not have much in the way of propriety over her cell phone, it seems. She'll buy another, if James is suddenly inclined to smash it to pieces. Or else she simply figures he will...
as he does...
give it back. "Ask her not t'call again, if yeh would," she notes quietly, a thin thread of steel running beneath her voice as she takes the cell phone back and drops it back onto her jacket.
(nelly)
Those blue eyes stared upon the tips of her black cowboy boots. No longer gold lined. Noo, had to loose those in the sewer. Second hand these. But had a nice fit finally after being broken in; she reminded herself to bring Kelsey a thanks.A buzz in her ear brought her head up. Too much rage? Yeah well that could be any of them. Entrance granted.
Her lips parted, chittering away softly under her breath. It'd been a while since she had delt with the messengers of her tribals patron. She still wondered why it chose her in the first place, even so more recently it boggled her mind. But, can't question a diety, can't question the patron. Acceptance. It left a bad taste in her mouth.
Boot heals clunked upon the sidewalk as she sauntered her way towards the Eagle's warehouse. Black second skin jeans, black tank with the white letters AC/DC splayed across her well endowed chest. Wheat colored hair pulled back in a ponytail, exposing her tanned skin, undamaged from previous nights.
[cont'd]
Posted by james at June 13, 2004 12:00 AM