August 15, 2004
.08.15.04. - maxwell's silver hammer [angie] *ac

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(st)
A’hunting we shall go.

The objectives have changed. Instead of it being a matter of seeking out the two (remaining) fomori marks and putting them under surveillance it is now a matter of seek and destroy.

Back to the basics.

Either way, first you have to find the bastards and that isn’t always as simple as one might think. The Police sure haven’t had any luck finding the culprits of the heinous serial killings - the Nursery Rhyme murderers - but the Chicago Police Department doesn’t exactly have all of the resources privy to Gaia’s Warriors. Which still doesn’t imply it’s a matter of simplicity for the Garou.

Angie and James:
Their mark is Matthew P. Johnston. A deceased Caucasian male who came back from the dead as a taxi-driving African American. Death just isn’t as reliable as it used to be, mm? The two ahrouns arrive at the scene and watch… and wait… perhaps they get up and look around. Perhaps they go umbral in search of clues there.

They find nothing.

The home is closed up and dark, with a general feel of recent abandonment.

So, perchance, they decide to go to the social route and canvas the neighbourhood. Ask the neighbours. Neighbours see a lot, don’t you know. Neighbours see more than they care too sometimes.

“Matt Johnston? Well, sure, he used to live ‘round here but he died.. what… man, a while ago. Went to the funeral myself. Nah, some other fellow moved in a month ‘r so ago. Big black dude.”

“That black guy? Real big? Shaved head, had a tattoo all big on his neck? Lived there, yeah… he took off, said he got a better place. Name’s Max… Maxwell Edison. I told Big Mama his name and she rolled her eyes, wonderin’ why some negroes went and named their kid after some a maniac in some honkey ol’ Beatlest song.”

“Max n’ Charmaine were hookin’ up… ain’t seen Charmaine for a while, come to think of it. Damn, s’been almost a week. She said he got a new place, real nice, better neighbourhood. Near the Lake, she said.”

Follow the trail.
Connect the dots, just don’t look too hard for the image it creates: It’s sure to be a gruesome site, fit only for the play-games of children of the Abyss.

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ooc: Okay, I rather presumed some actions on the parts of Angie and James, guys, and hopefully that sits alright in the interest of moving things on. Post here about actions. I’ll respond. Now, a good time to go with the meat of the scene:
I -should- be available this weekend, but only in the evenings. And that may be iffy, seeing as there is aparantly a hurricane heading my way. Heh. Fun!
Otherwise, all next week, again: In the evening. On Monday and Tuesday night it’ll have to be after 10:30ishpm EST. Wednesday oneward I should be able to get on between 9 and 10pmish through however long in the evening.


(angie)
Angie Kelley:

*Names, places, bits of information remembered and passed to on to control so that electric intelligence can go to work on them.
First, she gives control the information as she and Juke have uncovered it, like a narrative account. Then, she makes a couple of suggestions, (Jukebox pro'lly, too, right?) offering up the obvious as Spider and Owon probably have their own take on the information, probably a take that's a lot more extensive than Angie Ahroun's.

"Maxwell Edison" (check anagrams, references in all databases, etc...), Black Male, Shaved Head, Tatoo on neck.
Check state, city and county records under new alias. Special attention to properties acquired, perhaps along the lake.

Charmaine.

Check city and county records for purchases/leases/mortgages within the past four weeks by anyone with the first name Charmaine (presumably (but not necessarily) a black female). Special attention to lake property. Might also check morgue records for "Charmaines" or Jane Does within the past two weeks.*

((I don't care whether I get this info from the st or from the st via another player/character, I'll let you guys make that call. As for meeting once we get this guy lined up, Monday evening latish for an hour or two sounds peachy.))

(james)
a hunting we will go

at the appointed time and place, James hooked up with Angie
Jukebox, Drums On Skulls, Gnawer Local Contact at'chore service... ma'am
doggedly following Leonida's own throughout the residency inspection
onward paths blocked by the cleaned slate of recent abandonment
not a clue to be found on the earthen or umbral realm
they place is, veritably, dead

step one: consult with the pack, see what they can offer in help
he needs to find someone with little more than a name and picture to go on
totem phone conference call taking care of that possibility

next step: consult with the living, see what they, too, can offer
they are two Ahrouns, after all
neither quite so spiritually inclined to conferences with the dead

"Im'gen." salutation offered through the cell phone during a call placed between neighboring housecalls, dreadlocked raggedyman hanging out by the intersection of curb and sidewalk while Angie interrogates another particular Chicago citizen a little more comfortable with her conventional appearance than the urban primitive's predatory - if derelict - presence "Wond'rin' if anyone by th' name a Charmaine pass ov'r y'r desk in th' las' week, maybe two... 'r any Jane Does..... nuh, no limits by cause a death 'r location foun'. Ya mine lookin' up a guy name Ed'son, too....? Yeh.... descript, las' address, an'thing yeh got if he' show'd up on th' slab..... thank'."

smoke coils into the air from Camel lit to pass the time
patiently waiting while the good doctor works her magic
connection closed by the time Angie's making her way off the doorstep
information from the kinswoman passed along in hopeful assistance
it's a longshot Maxwell's another assumed identity and big, bald, and inked took over his old pad
especially given the song reference pointing towards ironic alias
but James will take anything he can get that might provide a clue

embrous stick that will never give him cancer flicked to the gutter as they approach the next house
a little more helpful observation offered by the new resident in question
a little more helpful observation persuaded by the lopsidedly smiling guttermutt
persuasion, intimidation, sheer street performer's charm... whatever will work
little by little they gather the pieces to construct a trail
connecting the dots to a picture they will never want to see

and then it hits him somewhere between the last house and their ride
Ahroun almost tripping a step when the recollection comes into focus
his Frankenweiler mentors could now stop rolling in their graves
(... you're a fucking musician for crying out loud!)
BeeGee Elderman almost laughing as he realizes just what they're getting into

"Tha' Beatles song." unbelievably, he's still entertaining some sound that's a cross between growl and throaty chuckle - ohho, this is getting rich "'s'call' Maxwell's Silv'r Hamm'r."

brow lifts towards the tangled frame of dreads
question writ in the sidelong glance
with the probability Garou are gonna be the ones coming a'hunting
there's little doubt that name wasn't chosen specifically
..... fuckin' peachy.

...and the Children of the Abyss just raised the stakes of the game...


[cont'd in the hammer falls - rearranged strike teams due to scheduling conflicts and getting sick as a dog]

Posted by james at August 15, 2004 12:00 AM