June 22, 2005.06.22.05. - falling eagle [decker] / ferarri execution [roxy-imogen-hyde-aodhan-jody-taxi][riverfront]
(decker)
"Who'sa good kin?" Since Roxy stubbornly refused to uproot everything and relocate to downtown, she obviously wasn't part of that list. Not that Decker really cared. It did mean he ran a patrol down here every week or so, though. Or at least he called it that, but usually it was to filch a part or a tool from Roxy, while he works haphazardly on his latest pet project. Not a car this time: A/C for the dockhouse.Nod up to Imogen, too, with a barely perceptible slide of his eyes over her, and then past. "You leavin' already?"
And then to Roxy, 'cause he'd asked James to meet him here, "James 'ere yet?"
(imogen)
A smirk, glancing down at the dog, in paroxysms of joy for having its tummy rubbed. Back up. "That'll be the easy part."A glance toward Decker as he approached, eyes flicking, then away, as she smirks, "I was leavin' hours ago."
(decker)
He regards her through lazy eyelids. The crackle of full-moon rage is just starting to wear toward gibbous. Even so, there's a whisper of a smile on his face, crooked as ever. "Stay awhile longer," he asks of her, simply enough.(roxy)
Roxy never said anything about the damnable AC unit that she'd thought of fixing herself, to correct Decker's mechanical mistakes. She was better at it than him, but someone else had distracted her from the task. She did leave a set of tools back at the boat house for Decker to use, however.A sigh slips between the full line of lush lips, pressing them into a thin line as she frowns up at the Modi, "Nah, ain't seen'im yet." One of her dogs sprawled out on the ground besider, lifts its head up to blow air in the Get's direction, before it lays back down. The wet spot of beer on the pavement nearby was starting to dry up now, though the smell clings to the air and Roxy's jeans.
"Haven't seen James yet," glancing him over, "Yar ass better not been stealin' from mah garage again. I left ya tools back at the boat house." She snorts.
(james)
not there yet.... not quite
but showman born and bred that he is
James isn't too far off his cue
something about fashionably late or other such bullshitentrance from stage left is a weathered building one-half-block south
lanky frame turning the corner just after premonistic scuff-step of boots
cigarette smoke trail tagging along as entourage of dissipating haze
dreads bouncing on the Gnawer's shoulders as jawline skips up
pack trademark gesture serving as a catch-all salutation for the group just ahead(imogen)
"Hmm." Is her only vocal response to Decker's request, as she replaces her keys in her pocket, an answer without words, glancing toward James, and his eagle salute.Interesting. Almost like old times.
((Sorry so slow, Adam justgot home.))
Damon Sands (6:58:06 PM): since it was so long ago, i'm just gonna assume James got the executive summary of the pack erik-discussion from decker soon after they had it.
Grraack (6:59:07 PM): works..... but you might wanna run it past me after you post *L*
Damon Sands (7:00:25 PM): basically -- the consensus was that he probably didn't come back because he knew the eagles wouldn't have spared him, with Kemp voicing the secondary thought on everyone's minds that he just didn't want them anymore and wanted to hang with the knights now
Damon Sands (7:00:33 PM): and the kin should stay away from him because he was tainted
Damon Sands (7:00:47 PM): and he wasn't welcome on eagle turf anymore
Damon Sands (7:01:51 PM): (as for what had actually happened... all decker heard from cliona that erik came back ubertainted, asked her to call an avatar of fenris to cleanse him, and then asked the knights to back him. he doesn't know what actually went down at the fenris-meeting, i think. and erik never told him, or any of the eagles, anything)
Damon Sands (7:02:11 PM): --that's the rough state of james' knowledge at this point in time, before decker launches into what happened yesterday *LOL*(decker)
Decker snorts. "Jus' need one'a those..." he makes a ratchet-cranking motion, "...bolt whassits."Since it looks like Imogen's stateissue wasn't moving anytime soon, Decker levers himself up to sit on its time-dulled hood. The soft, spongy springs give easily beneath his weight, and if he were to jump off the whole car would rock up and down a coupla times like a boat at dock.
Speak of the devil: he returns Juke's nod, slower. Some of his humor seems to depart him. "Talked with Erik," he says to what's now well and truly his oldest packmate. Of the original crew, only they remained. "Yesserday."
(james)
the initial expression across the Ahroun's face had been one of easy familiarity
easy, if forever-crooked, grin curving itself around the orange filter of the Camel
perhaps it foreshadowed a nostalgic thought that mirrored Imogen's on the picture-album reunion
riiiiight up until he catches what shifts behind his Alpha's acknowledged returnsafe to say he mirrors the Modi's diminished humor instead of kin's wry recollection
"Izzat so..." somewhere above the flattened line of his mouth, deep umber gaze searches for the Fenrir's stormy grey, connection steadfast even though head tilts in rather canid curiosity contrasting what caution lowers his tone - oldest packmates of the original crew, even so far as to consider Decker is James' oldest friend amongst the very same and any others the guttermutt can name or remember "... An'?"
(roxy)
"James, please tell me ya brought beer?" Roxy calls out to the 'Gnawer, the grin spreading on her face tilts up to look at him. A glance down to the dog sprawled on the concrete, she reaches out to unclip the leash on its collar. "Go home, Decker. Git outta here." a soft slap to the rott's ass and then stands up, folding the leash up.The dog bolts up suddenly, the command and freedom, along with the growing culmination of Rage, aids in sending it on its way. It was intelligent to find its way back to the garage, trotting off down the sidewalk only to pause briefly back at Roxy. A loud snort cuffs from its muzzle as the dog trots off to disappear into an alley. Home wasn't that far away.
Roxy shoves the leash into her back pocket, swiping her hands over her denim-clad ass to clean them of dog hair, listening.
(imogen)
Jukebox and Imogen glances his way, before leaning back against the car, head turning to glance at Decker. In this, she hasn't got much to say anyway.Then her eyes flick away to follow the sight of the dog, hurrying off in search of home.
(decker)
Decker's brow draws into a frown. His picks at the callouses on his palm, ripping away the toughened skin in places to expose the new, soft skin beneath, his mouth twisting in a faint wince as he pulls too hard and peels too deep. Then that'll callous and toughen over. And he'll pick that. And on and on. You hurt, you heal, you hurt, you heal. You toughen up.Whatever.
"'s tainted." He shrugs a little, his elbows on his bent knees and his feet on the bumper of the state-issue. "Don't got tha gift 'n even I could feel it. 'N he ain't comin' back. Ain't none'a it a surprise, but." It's left unfinished. A second shrug concludes it.
(aodhan)
Aodhan.
Fianna prince, once a pauper of a completely different variety than your average American guttermutt. As ever, he's clad all in black . . . not because he's so painfully deep and his soul is torn to shatters or some such goth bullshit, but because it looks good on him, and he likes it. Well pressed summer dress pants. Shiny shoes. One of those sweaters that all the good little metrosexuals are wearing.He's everyone's favorite Latin playboy, and his Ferrari is pulling into a parking lot near you, Dr. Imogen, Ms. Roxy, and Messrs. Decker and James.
It's a pleasure to see you all, of course.
He parks, lights a cigarette and eases out of the sweet ride, headed for something terribly important; he's aware of the gathering but pays it little mind, for the moment at least. Though, at the sight of the hot bleach-blonde, he makes sure his top is up, and his alarm is set - an odd little smirk slants itself her way.
Care to try again?
(james)
"Sorry Rox, I'm dry'." the Gnawer's attention side-shifts to the hopeful call, shoulders rolling helpless shrug apologizing for the lack of preperation on his part, and for a moment the friendly curve returns to his lips - a breif moment "Promise I'll make't up a yeh."silence follows the summary explanation as James looks back to the Modi
time filled by the careful inhalation and ash-flick gesture attending the Camel
pink tongue smoothing out over his lips while waiting to form the first words of constructing reply
the haunted chill hardening earthen eyes is likely not related to the callous-peel inspired wince
subdermally, the bristling tension is far more palpable from the raggedy Fostern
smoke-ring exhale empties lungs, and then frown closes mouth, and then...."Buh...?"
sure, it isn't unexpected, but the shrug doesn't provide a satisfactory conclusion
(roxy)
Ah.... sweet symphony of mechanical music strikes a cord in Roxy's ears. Her head turns, catching a glimpse of the oh-so-familiar black Ferrari that she totalled. Her body pivots, turning away from everyone as the Fianna Princeling caught the Peroxide Fox's full attention.Her left hand reaches up to touch her cheek bone, right over the fresh pink scar, once a wound had been from the pistol-whipping Aodhan gave her. She catches the little smirk on his face, flicking her gaze back to the care.
Care to try again?.... Does anyone hear the bell ring for round two?
She clears her throat, canting her head down to slide her eyes over her shoulder at James. "Damn straight ya'll make it up to me," the curve of full lips pulling back into some secret grin just for James. Her attention moves back to the Ferrari and Aodhan, "hmm..."
(decker)
His back is to the street, and the black Ferrari.
This is a good thing.And when James prompts, Decker just shoots him a glance. And shakes his head wordlessly, reaching out for the cigarette he didn't need, the taste he didn't even like.
After he takes a drag, and long after the subject seems to have been put to rest with a few short sentences, he clarifies. "But 's still diff'rent ta see 'n hear it."
There's more, of course. What was said, precisely, over Lexi's grave. What accusations were wielded, what confessions made. But those he didn't care to think of, much less speak of. It's ironic. He'd said to Erik, you've got too many secrets now. And here he was, keeping secrets.
But he'll give James this at least: "Hyde was there too." And he passes the cigarette back.
(aodhan)
Apparently, the something terribly important is a nearby McDonalds, the golden arches calling to a pallatte that would really rather die before imbibing any of the reheated cat shit they call food. But, pack calls . . .Car thief, three o'clock. Thinking too loud, as always.
Over to McDonalds he goes, eyes not straying far from the grouping once he meets up with Jody and pal.
"You know, all you had to do was stop by the apartment. There's cash there, specifically for you and Sam."
Eyes home in on Imogen for a moment, heavy and unreadable, even to his packmate. Bloody hell, will he never be free of random sightings of the good doctor?
(imogen)
Roxanne's change of attention toward the Ferrari, brings Imogen's there. The good doctor glances at the car and it's metrosexual occupant and then away again to Decker as he smokes the cigarette.She pays attention but does not participate. (( Reboot! ))
(aodhan)
An eyebrow raises as he looks (likely down - he's 6'3, after all) at the impatient little bit, wondering why, exactly, she's so antsy."Hola, bonita. It's a pleasure to meet any friend of a packmate's."
He oozes that Latin charm one sees in movies or on TV, only it's real, and the playboy is right there, tactile, magnetic, and oh so sensual. If he keeps his mouth shut, there might be some kind of appeal . . . of course, he's not the type to keep his mouth shut, really.
(james)
under the watchful eye of any other day or conversation
cigarette theft would inspire chiding ire from the Gnawer Elderman
fully aware of Decker's sheer absence of desire for a stick that ain't filled with weed
tonight, however, it's handed over without playful comment or snickering jibe
no.... James' mouth is occupied with keeping firmly shut around the whip-lash reaction of instinct
(.... my, my, my... isn't this a tragically familiar series of events, Jamey-boy.....)
all but physically shoving down the rising tide of murderous bloodthe only sign he did so is terse nod to clarity
appreciating the respect to have earned at least that much
knowing there's more yet unsaid spiking a bitter shadow of irritation
though now is not the time, company, or place to delve into such secretive details
even if James fucking deserves it for what he's bled for across more than three years and states"Ain' easy a see y'r top dawg fall."
seems something the Ahroun is far too familiar with
it wouldn't take Freud to see that within downright venomous murmur
but they've all got things they'd rather not think of nor share
his own blanketed by the sharp smirk following retrival dragyou hurt, you heal, you hurt, you heal, you hurt, you toughen up
(... didn't somebody famous say that?)(aodhan)
"Bonita just . . . never mind."Cigarette's finished and tossed away, eyes landing on the fire and moonlight kin across the street again, then on the suicide blonde . . . no way is he letting his car out of his sight - though Jody's comment does get a kind of sneer as he gives Raine another look, shaking his head as he pulls out his wallet, handing Jody - no, strike that - handing Raine a couple of twenties.
"Get what you want, I have to keep an eye on my car."
(decker)
Ask him yesterday, as he walked away from Erik, and he'd never believe he'd say this now. But put the fork in the road before him, and this is what comes out his mouth when his eyes snap up full of fire:"He ain't fallen yet."
Bitten off. Tense-jawed. Glowering. Quiet, and hard as stone. The whiplash response subsides a moment later. He exhales, and with it goes his rage. The air is breathable again.
"Fenris himself spared 'im. He ain't fallen yet. He just ain't with us no more. If he ever was." There's a thread of bitterness there. He sniffs, a harsh sound that wouldn't in a million years be mistaken for sentiment. The Modi slides off the car hood, his beat-up old pseudo-skechers hitting the pavement solidly. "Guess eagles always did fly alone."
(roxy)
It's funny how karma has an odd way of catching up with a person, Roxy keeps a vigilant watch on Aodhan, Jody and the girl, Raine. Her nose wrinkles up as she slides her eyes back to the Ferrari. There was an itch under skin to boost it a second time. Not because she wanted the damn thing, but just to spite that latin princeling.Her body rocks back and forth on the toes of her boots, tight clothes of jeans and a wife beater stretched over the curves of her lean, muscular frame. She pulls arms back, reaching until fingers meet and clasp together. She wiggles and stretches until the shoulders joints pop, releasing some tension, and then loops her arms back over her head.
Decker's words catch on the Glass Walker's ears, she looks over at him, hearing every snippet of conversation. Like Imogen she chose not to comment.
(aodhan)
"Si, just like that. Go get your food - I'll be at the car, if you girls want a ride somewhere."That'll never not sound dirty, when he's talking to girls nearly young enough to be his daughters. Christ. Sometimes, he wonders what the fuck Gaia was thinking, with this particular match up - and other times, he thinks he knows. Right now, of course, is one of the former times.
Jody and her friend go inside to get their food, and he walks (stalks) back across the street to lean on his Ferrari, those black hole eyes for once not straying immediately to Imogen, but instead resting heavily on Roxy. An eyebrow quirks at her, and there's a little nod towards the passenger seat; an invitation, perhaps, though one that should probably be checked for poison.
(james)
Decker's response hammers back with inferno's brutal force
impervious stone glowering as avalanche threat is held at bay
most normal Garou in their right mind would submit before the carefully tethered storm
James either isn't a normal Garou, or has simply stepped out of his right mind
(... a Gnawer packed up with Get for how many years now? was there ever a question....)
cockily shooting back a scythe-swipe grin in the face of his Alpha's ire"Dunn say tha', did I?" cigarette outheld like some delinquent version of a peace offering, probably much too calm for his own good "Jus' that'ih ain' easy a see."
the air is breathable again, tension ebbing away with heartbeats lost in time
sarcasm returning with the blythe shrug of commentator's inconsequence
stinging lash of remorse sheltered in the smirking grin"Thought they pair f'r life, too....."
(imogen)
*Hyde had dropped off the ritual componits back at the hanger. Nothing much had been going on there so he was back out walking. Movment. Energy of the Metis is hard to burn off. Always charged because of their birth. So here he was again out walking.Same as he everwas. That was a good way to describe Hyde. 6’6” if he’s an inch, broad shouldered, narrow hips. Moving with a sort of economical grace that can’t be trained. Only inborn. Dressed like he is much of the year. Hot or cold. Steel capped combat boots, old BDU pants tucked into them. A wide leather belt with rectangular buckle, two tongues. A thin buckskin shirt bracers on his forearms. A thin steel link chain around his neck with a small Thor’s hammer on it. The face is stern with out quite making harsh, Nordic Ice, eyes dominating. Hair is shaved off every few days but it’s clear he’s not bald, the hairline is dark and distinct. Still with all of this, the most striking feature isn’t his size, his grace or his power. It’s his hands. Strange hands. Two thick fingers and a thumb on each. Abnormal. Mutated. STRANGE. And Hyde makes no effort what so ever to hide them. Never has. Never will. *
(elizabeth roberts)
Somewhere along the way she had taken a very wrong turn. She wasn't lost exactly, she just wasn't entirely sure where home was from here. She had been pretty sure it was just a few more blocks. There didn't seem to be too many people out and she wasn't particularly afraid of walking alone, she did have pepperspray in her purse and she'd done great in her self-defense class. So she strolled along the waterfront, knowing if worse came to worst she could always call a cab once she found a street sign that is.She looked at of place though, in her khaki shorts and white t-shirt, keds not making too much noise as she walked. Her hair was loose around her face, and her bag was slung over one arm. She tried to walk confidently but it was difficult in a strange place in a new town. Greenish grey eyes kept scanning the shadows as she moved along.
(roxy)
Roxy looks back at Aodhan, sees his little grin and the invitation towards the passenger seat, narrowing deep blue eyes, "FUCK!" a sudden burst of heated irritation rings in her voice as she looks away. More like spins on her feet with the unnatural grace of a jungle cat.Muscle coil up under tattooed skin, lifting her hands over her arms to run calloused fingers across the detailed celtic ink etched into her right bicep. She begins to pace back and forth, swinging her eyes over to the present Eagles and Imogen.
(imogen)
Roxanne curses, and begins to pace, and it's not hard to follow the line of her eye... back to Aodhan.The redhaired kinfolk regards the Fianna coldly - all it takes is a breath of the air to taste the similarities in breeding, Fianna to Fianna. Well, he'd said he hung around her because he liked how she flayed his skin off his bones with her eyes.
There it is again.
And her eyes drop away.
(decker)
Decker just snorts.Hyde's coming down the street. The Modi sees him closing in and turns to face him, offering him the same old greeting he's offered everyone since ... hell, grade six. Or something like it. The old nod up, slow and casual.
Then Rox yells aloud, and he glances at her with a frown. "Tha hell you screamin' 'bout?" -- then Imogen develops her ice cold stare, and his glance shifts to her. Frown deepens. The grey-eyed Modi turns, following her sightline out... to Aodhan. And his Ferrari. He takes a moment to mark the pure breeding there, another to mark the Ferrari; he takes several moments thereafter, just staring, just frowning, just thinking. Could that...? Nah. Too convenient. Or was it?
Long after Imogen looks away he's still considering the Fianna, though he says nothing of it. He said he wouldn't ask. Didn't he? And Decker kept his promises.
But he never promised Roxy the same, "That the one with tha Ferrari?"
(aodhan)
"No, not yet. And it seems she's a bit irritated about it."And Aodhan? He's simply darkly amused, even at the flaying gaze of Imogen . . . maybe it's a good night after all. Winning friends and influencing people everywhere . . . it's what he does best, right?
"Where's your friend, and ready to go?"
(hyde)
*Hyde sees the group that he'd felt. A nod up to the Eagles as he approaches. The steel capped boots heralding his approach as clear as the imperial march.Coming up to the group he takes a moment to check six. then across the street. Up, always check up and back around.
A nod up given to James.
Breath taken in though his nose, Nordic ice eyes narrowing and he follows everyone's gaze to the shiny red phallic symbol. A snort and he tilts his head. A misshapen hand coming up to rub over todays stubble and he looks to Decker... then to Imogen.. then to Rox... then back to the car.
Then to James, a brow raised to see if he had a clue about it.
Then back to the car and the pretty boy beside it* Who's the fag?
(imogen)
At some point during his stare at Aodhan, Imogen's gaze settles on Decker, a brief touch of her eyes that is without discernable meaning as he considers the Fianna.After that moment, her gaze is elsewhere, and certainly, leaning against the car, she is not pacing, nor even moving, though she glances at Decker when he speaks, and then Roxanne for her answer.
(decker)
"Ask Roxy," his short reply to Hyde.(james)
Roxy cusses (....the fuck...)
Imogen peels (..... luckily not me....)
Decker snorts (.... was that humor?....)
Hyde arrives (..... s'up....)
Fianna lounges (....hm.)deep umber gaze follows the diverging paths of attention
half-beat behind the Modi's assessment of particularl well-bred stranger
questions already aire, however, leaves James finishing off his smoke in relative silence
glance strafing to address the Godi's wordless query"'r new fren'.... seemz li'e."
to gain the interest of all present members of Eagle?
there's got to be an interesting story about to unfold
(roxy)
Imogen's turned into the Ice Queen as she levels her trademark icy glare on Aodhan. Roxy's adrenaline pumps through her veins, itching to wipe the smirk off of Aodhan's face ... more like do something to the Ferrari.She stops, turned to face the trio, now a quartet with Hyde coming up to join the party. Her hands lift up to smooth back the short blond hair from face, barely feeling it brush against her cheekbones. Deep blue eyes meet Decker's gaze.
"Yeh, that's the one who hit me." she breathes out in a soft hiss, knowingly sealed Aodhan's fate to a beatdown, if Decker took it upon himself to so.
(hyde)
*He looks between them and Rox delivers the answer and the reaction is instant. Hydes eyes swing around to slam into Aodhan so hard that his breath might catch.Lips skin back silently and his thick fingers curl into fists.
Hit... Her.....
Those Nordic Ice eyes size up Aodhan and his side kick and his shoulders roll back.
But.... to give credit where it's due.. Hyde waits on Decker and James to call the play.
He knows his place in the pack, and leading the charge isn't it. He's the Godi. He watches their asses. He follows though.*
(aodhan)
"Mmm. Getting hot, Jody . . . ready for it? There's two of us, and by the looks I'm getting, I'd guess at three of them. Higher ranked, from what I hear."Murmured, quiet, lips barely moving as at last those heavy eyes land on someone other than an Eagle kin, his packmate.
(imogen)
Imogen arches an eyebrow at Roxy's reply."What did you do?"
(jody)
"Well if it comes to that I'm not gonna stand here and let either of us get pummeled."She hops up on the hood for a seat and opens her little box, pulling out some fries. "Do you want these?" She looks back in the box, seeming rather unconcerned with the pack of Get staring at them. Lupus+Young=Overconfident to the point of a fla.
(roxy)
Roxy coughs, dropping her eyes away as Imogen speaks up, folding her hands behind her head. "I... tried ta.." clears her throat, "--steal the Ferrari. It didn't go over well when he caught me, though."(decker)
Decker exhales.This time, it doesn't signal an end to his fury. Not even close. This time, the whole fuckin' street might as well freeze over. It's odd to think that of the ones here now, his pack and his kin, Imogen's the only one who has even the faintest inkling of the depths his temper can plumb. Because she's stood there once, that cold December morning on the seashore, when he could barely stand still for want of blood.
"He ain't got no excuse," the Modi bites out. He's already starting over, holding a hand out to Roxy as he passes. "Gimme yer fuckin' gun."
(imogen)
Roxanne answers, Imogen regards. Her arched eyebrow settles, and there's nothing in her features now.Decker speaks, and Imogen looks at him, eyes following as he moves. Imogen holds her tongue, her silence an abruptly stony thing, unbreachable.
All of those who think that Imogen is willing to contest anyone in all things, regardless of consequences are wrong.
She holds her tongue.
(james)
brow most certainly lifts at the Walker's final answer
gaze following the Modi's path of departure
then leveling back to Hyde in oblique slant
half-nod up suggesting they follow at flanking distance
it's obviously their Alpha's pre-claimed situation
but by no means is James going to fuck off like some oblivious cub
he'll back his packmates through any situation
whether it's bearing witness or lending the helping hand......oh this isn't going to be pretty at all
(aodhan)
Obsidian eyes land on Decker as he starts over, fingers already itching towards his own gun . . . left in the car, what the fuck was he thinking? And to Jody.Looks like it's coming to that, but only one's coming over at least. My guess? He's the redhead's German.
He's ballsy, the Fianna prince. Stupid, perhaps. Ballsy, definitely. He stands his ground.
(roxy)
Roxy jumps, more in surprise as Decker asks for her gun than out of any real fear. She reaches behind her, unclips the Glock from its hidden holster in the back of her pants. Roxy snaps the magazine out of it before handing it over to him without question.(decker)
"No. Leave it in." The magazine.(jody)
Jody glances up with her head still down, getting a glimps of the situation then looking back to her food.How do you want to do this?
(hyde)
*Hyde doesn't even have to LOOK to James. He merly nods and crosses over to take up flanking left.. as he's a left hander.. even with those strange hands he has a preference.Nordic Ice eyes watch as he falls in two steps behind Decker.
Turning he checks the rear again and then eyes backforward to Aodhan. And his little buddy.*
(roxy)
"Sonuva..." her eyes freeze over, leveling on the Modi as her hands draw back, snapping the magazine clip quickly back into the Glock with an experienced skill. She checks the safety, keeps it locked, and extends her hand out to Decker, offering him the gun. "Don't blow his nuts off."A side-glance to Imogen, rolling her shoulders back in a slight shrug as she turns to watch Aodhan and Jody at the Ferrari.
(aodhan)
Gun's in the car. Just you and me and fists - because I'm gonna hold on as tight as I can.She can feel it, however, that short fuse getting shorter by the second - and the part of him that craves blood and violence growing stronger as he waits, still lounging . . . cool to the last second.
Don't do anything stupid. By what bits I've heard here and there, just the one headed this way can kick both our asses, blind folded and with one arm tied behind his back. Besides, if he's who I think he is, he has a legitimate problem with me.
(jody)
If they are going to attack you for defending your property there is nothing legitimate about it.She sits the box down as the trio approachs, hopping off the car hood. Not ready to spring, persay, but not going to be caught prone either.
(decker)
Decker thumbs the safety right off, levels the gun, and begins to empty the entire clip into the side of the Ferrari. Methodically. Even calmly. Taking his time. No rage, no aiming -- he doesn't give a shit, really. But that car's a mighty big target, and Decker grew up in an NRA hotbed.Just standin' there, middle of the street. Shootin'. One bullet at a time, until Aodhan stops him. Or tries.
Come 'n dance, motherfucker.
Keep tha female outta this one, on totemphone.
7D10 Dice Roll: 1; 8; 6; 7; 7; 8; 6
7D10 Dice Roll: 7; 8; 8; 4; 3; 8; 9(hyde)
*A grunt from Hyde and a nod as he steps up. Eyes flickering to Jody and his head tilting left. Crack. Right. Crack. Then a smile spreading as decker assassinates the car* heh....(imogen)
Imogen isn't paying attention to Roxanne, or the stalking of Garou at her back, walking toward Aodhan. She presses fingers against the bridge of her nose, lifting her head to the sound of a gun firing.She must be numb to this by now. Or perhaps simply she hides it well, nothing hidden in her stare.
A glance at her watch. Perhaps to check the time. Perhaps setting an internal timer for how long before the cops come. It's riverfront. They have some time.
(james)
there's a part of the Gnawer that can't help but find amusement when the expensive Ferrari's executed
though with the business at hand his expression remains even
Yeh, boss as right flanking Garou sidesteps into Jody's clear line of sight"Hey." nod-up signalling she is precisely to whom he speaks "Step ov'r here a minit, wouldya?"
between the Ahroun and Godi - she'll be forcibly moved aside on delay
it's clear enough this bitchslap is going to be fairly squared one-on-one(roxy)
One bullet fires at a time from the barrel of her Glock, Roxy swings her gaze to estimate the damage done to the Ferrari. Maybe a bullet hole or two...Lips press together in a thin line, waiting for the click click click sound of an empty clip.
(elizabeth)
She couldn't help it. Someone might be hurt. Instinctivly she started towards the sound, keeping pace with the girl. One hand was fumbling in her oversized bag, hunting the cell phone to call 911 if need be.(hyde)
*Hydes eyes come around. Always watching the packs back. A nod to James to take Jody. He turns to intercept Lizzy* Lost kin... freakin' out. I'm on it... let meknow if you can't handel the lil one Drums.(jody)
Jody hrmmms and looks to Aodhan, then to James, and slowly... forced... starts walking to James.So many things to consider. Aodhan is pack, but said stay out of the way. James and Co. Are about to attack, but Aodhan says they are higher ranking....
Well rank means everything to the quasi-facist lupus breed, and it wins out in the end. But the walk is forced, and he face isn't very pleased.
"I don't know what this is all ab..." And she flinchs, wiping her head back towards the gunfire.
(aodhan)
Teeth grit as bullets punch through steel - she's from a day when cars were still metal instead of fiberglass and plastic - but those black hole eyes remain unreadable as he slowly steps around, eyes trained on Decker.Merengue, rhumba or tango, asshole . . . oh, asshole-rhya. Sorry.
He moves with an impossible ease, a quickness your average joe would think impossible, even without calling on his special gifts - handy, since he's none that would help. The car's a big target . . . he's not, so much. He stops, just within the Modi's circle of reach, looking down a tad - he's taller, but stringy-wiry where Decker is more obviously muscled.
Perhaps the Galliard has a deathwish.
"Much honor to be gained in destroying the property of another, I suppose. Or in taking what doesn't belong to one."
His chin jerking at Rox, his tone just barely kept level, hands twitching at his sides, aching to form fists . . . or better yet, to form claws.
(james)
guttermutt drops his jaw in a nod, though eyes don't leave his target
Haven't been gone that, Hyde
some of his amusement reflects across Totem's Phoneline
Jody's greeted with a fairly platonic, if crooked, grin"Dunn have details, m'sel' - but it's 'tween Deck'r 'n y'r pal. Ya dig?"
(eliz)
She came up on the scene, assessing the situation. No one seemed injured, no more shots fired but someone was still holding a gun. At Taxi's outburst, reaching out to put a semi-restraining hand on her upper arm. "Easy, we don't know what's going on..."(taxi)
Taxi started jogging, she just wanted to see if anyone was hurt, or if she could do anything. And she stopped when she saw the group. And she saw Jody. She wasn't sure if she should call out to her or not. The group seemed tense, and the fact that there was someone with a gun. She thought about it. "Jody!"(jody)
Jody dosn't even respond to James. Decker attacks her pack. She steps towards him and....((persumes Jame's will have no problem holding down a rank amature of a Theruge so there's your opening))
(taxi)
Taxi just watches. "Well, no we don't know whats going on, but I believe we have common sense enough to know that its bad."
(hyde)
*Hyde holds up one hand towards Lizzy* It's ok... Be calm.*Which coming out of the 6'6" Fenrir's mouth as gun fire echo's down the street and over the water might not really be all that calming but hey, he's making effort* It's a personal thing.
(imogen)
Imogen's attention follows the way to Hyde, and after a moment, she steps away, walking in that direction, circling wide around the disturbance, reaching down to her hip where her badge was still clipped.Back up for the Godi, should he seem to need it, as her steps take her slowly in that direction.
(james)
she doesn't listen and steps towards the two Garou in question and....
there's a fist wrapped in the back of her collar
easily hauling the young Theurge up off the ground and back to his side"Stay."
the growl portents no leeway in second warning
his firm grip's continued presence confirms it(lizzy)
"Hyde?" She didn't know anyone else in the city but she seemed surprised to hear his voice. "I'm calm just a bit uh, concerned." She's still watching the scene but she puts the cellphone back in her bag. "I heard gunshots, was afraid someone might be hurt..."(hyde)
*Hyde nods to her* Yeah... the guy with the red car beat up... um.. the other guys cousin. Something about barrowing the car... so.. he's taking out his displeasure of the hurting of his cousin on the guys car.. It's all ok. Just.. Family stuff.*Hyde thinks quick.* How are your fish?
(jody)
Jody gets lifted off the ground and kicks a bit, her face showin her anger over the incident."Rarf!" Yes. She actually said Rarf, a rather laughable imitation of a bark as english escapes her for a moment.
(eliz)
"as long as it's just someone's pride." She sounds uncertain, and a bit unhappy. The fish question throws her though and she answers distractedly. "The fish are fine, everything is unpacked. What are you doing out here?" Maybe she wasn't the brightest bulb, she actually seems genuinely surprised that he might be messed up in this.(decker)
As Aodhan stops in front of Decker the bullets stop. Six emptied. Four of them struck. One tire is flat; the two sports two holes, the quarter panel another. The other two ricocheted off somewhere.Decker lowers the gun, contemptuously slow, and reverses it in his hand. Gripped by the muzzle now, the grip free.
They get their first good look at each other, these two who have much more bad blood between them than a glass walker kin. Even if Decker isn't aware of that yet -- or perhaps only sneakingly suspicious. They get their first good estimate of each other, the tall svelte Galliard, smooth as sin, and the more compact, deadlier Modi, whose lean hard physique and dread silence called to mind nothing so much as a shark. After all, that was his first totem.
"Yer speakin' to me of honor?" Deceptively quiet, this; almost soft. "Tell me somethin'. 'Cause I'm too fuckin' dumb ta figger it out. What honor is there in hittin' a woman 'n a kin? You spineless fuck."
His hand flashes out. Faster than can be seen, he whips Aodhan across the face with the butt of the gun. But this is no mere blow from man to man. There is the strength of a totem behind it; the strength of a spirit-god. Once, not so very long ago, he dropped two of his tribemates, good strong Fenrir in their own right, with one punch apiece.
Aodhan looks like he's about to get four. Two on each cheekbone.
(taxi)
Taxi shook her head. "okay so we are going to watch these people.....beat up that dudes car. And just talk about...your....fish."(hyde)
*He uses his large body mass to shield Lizzy from the beat down happening behind him* out for a walk.. I have restless energy.... You setteling in ok?*The deep voice showing a bit of concern. He always did have a soft spot for kin*
(james)
STAAAAAY
mangled as his own unique version of English may be
James is damned sure of that command's clear delivery
in a second removed from the situation
his perplexion would actually be amusing
but the Ahroun wastes no time in making sure this next communication is CRYSTALJody's hauled up off the ground once again
hipshiftsweep taking her kicking legs off to the far left
uncerimoniously dumping the Theurge face-first on sidewalk without her feet to play catch
hard knuckles drive into the nape of her neck
the Ahroun's weight kneeling firmly on the lower portion of her spineRarf this.
(imogen)
Imogen is well out of hearing range of Decker's voice, but for a moment, the sound of it causes her to turn and glance that way.What honour is there?
She turns back, but does not intrude on Elizabeth and Hyde, caught somewhere in the middle, clipping her badge back to her side, her attention lifting to the buildings around them, looking for lights there.
(jody)
Jody still struggles, but they are hardly effective. In her birth form she could probably think of eight diffrent ways to get out of this. In this form? Not so much. She could always shift to her birth form, but that would probably break something given the contortions her body is currently in. Break something badly.She dosn't stop struggling for a second, but all her struggles amount to nothing.
(elizabeth)
She had forgotten Taxi for a second when she spied Hyde, too much going on all at once. She blinked, shaking her head. "Um, Taxi this is Hyde, Hyde, Taxi..." She trailed off, stepping around Hyde. She might not involved over the car but someone was getting hurt and she couldn't just stand by. "Sorry Hyde, I'm calling the cops." She was already moving towards James and Jody, rummaging in her bag, pepper spray was in there somewhere...(james)
"Thassa girl."the Gnawer Elder's freehand actually reaches to pat the Lupus Theurge on the head
struggles little more than wiggling in the current state of lockdown pin
James didn't grow up on the street and learn nothing about the art of grapple
leverage allows the opportunity to take a quick look around
appears Hyde is the one with the slippery kin to control
his is firmly embedding loose bits of rubble on the sidewalkthe summary of his expression alleviates the same lack of kidgloves will be used on Elizabeth should she get too close for comfort.....
but it's the throwdown to his left that gets next span of attention
(ao)
Again, that quickness shows - just enough to get out of the way, no attack. He's not quite that stupid. What honor is there, indeed . . .(rox)
Decker and Aodhan clash not to far from the blond, she steps backwards until she is clear of them. Putting the state issued car between them and her as a mock-shield. Her eyes quickly scan the area to place every in the near vicinity. She looks back at the fight, watching... waiting.(tax)
"hi Hyde." Taxi was following Elizabeth. Oh hell she didn't want Elizabeth to be pulvarized too. And she didn't know if the girl being hurt deserved it, so she would say nothing...but Elixabteh didn't need to be hurt.(hyde)
*Hyde sighs and nods to the Taxi person. She didn't LOOK like a Taxi, but hey, who the hell was he to say anything.Shaking his head to Lizzy* Really. It's best to stay out of it. The guy beat up his female cousin. Best to just let them get it out of their systems. Trust me on this. Guy things..
(imo)(
As Elizabeth says she is calling the cops, it brings Imogen's attention again, her eyes narrowing, her body weight shifting - preparation to move, but not yet moving.(rox)
Something clicks in Roxy's head, she is moving, rather quickly towards the group, towards Elizabeth, who is rummaging in her purse as the woman heads towards James and Jody. The fingers on her left hand curling up into a fist.(tax)
"Ms. please stop." She grabbed Elizabeth's arm.Taxi looked at Hyde. "Whatdid she do?" Taxi pointed to Jody.(eliz)
"THAT is not a guy thing..." She was watching the man holding what looked to be a young girl down. She resisted the urge to holler 'pick on someone your own size', fingers curling around the little can of pepper spray. "He's hurting her..." Okay maybe he's just retraining her but it looks painful. She popped the lid off the pepper spray, stopping only as Taxi grabs her arm.(HYDE)
*Hyde extends one long arm, when you're 6'6" tall you have a pretty impressive reach. He puts that arm inbetween Lizzy and where she was headed.* She's with the guy that beat up the girl. She wanted to get inbetween them and maybe get hurt. The guy is just keeping her from getting accidently hit or bit or something.(jody)
At this point Jody just keeps struggling, a few scrapes she got for her trouble already closing up before the eyes of all those close enough to notice.(imo)
"They're keeping her out of it, so things don't get worse than it already is," Imogen speaks up, closing the distance between them, her eyes dropping briefly to the pepper spray, and then raising again."Don't worry about the cops. They've already been called. But yeh might do best t'get off the street. This isn't the safest neighbourhood t'begin with," a glance over her shoulder, lifting her chin with a jerk, "And with this going on, it's no better."
(taxi)
"Thank you." Taxi looked at Imogen and then back at Elizabeth. "Just put that up it'll be okay." She meant the pepper spray. Though, she couldn't promise that everything would be alright.(eliz)
News that the cops have been called makes her feel a bit better, plus she already mostly trusts Hyde. She relaxes some but there is still some tension in her. She lowers the hand holding the pepper spray, looking over the scene once more, kind of double checking so to speak. Intelligent eyes focus back on Imogen, questioning.(hyde)
*Hyde nods* She's right, we should give them some room. Don't want to be right up on them if the police come.
You don't want to get detained for assult with your spray thing.
*His deep voice calm as he gently tries to herd Lizzy and Taxi back**Over the totem phone he asks absently*
"You're not like.. grinding her into the ground behind me are you?"(aodhan)
A swing and a miss, a glancing blow (that'll bruise), another miss, and CRACK a connection, shattering bone and blurring vision - teeth are gritted, and the Fianna prince takes his lumps; he's not proud of himself for hitting the girl, after all. Even if she was taking something he'd have given freely, had she asked. Even if she had been about to run into a wall. Or something, as Aodhan's player doesn't remember the exact details.The voice, when he speaks, holds none of what he's thinking or feeling, and is only slightly less smooth than usual.
"About as much honor lies in taking something that would have been given freely, with but a word."
Slowly, his hand moves to his pocket, hitting the disarm button and the one that lets down the top, backing to get the things he needs from it . . . not one, but two guns, and a cassette tape. Odd, in such a vehicle, but there none the less. Keys are tossed on the seat, and he's still holding on tight . . .
"Do what you want with it. And let her up, por favor."
(james)
kid's got moxy - something the Full Moon can appreciate
though it does little in the way of manipulating the beartrap of his hold
for all intents and purposes, James is the picture of collected ease in comparison
balancing his weight and leverage to a more comfortable position
(.....for him, most likely....)
and clear view of his Alpha's inpromptu lesson on Honor.....no. the mental response is... dry.... at first, followed by a dash of irritation Just sitting on her cause the meaning of "stay" didn't seem to be in her vocabulary.
soon enough, any observer can discern he's not physically assaulting the girl
merely using enough force to counter her current level of squirm
all he's concerned about is keeping her securely fastened away from the scuff"Gotta name, kid?"
(tax)
Taxi chuckles and backs up. "This is messed up." She looks at Hyde and then Elizabeth. she sees Hyde's hands and would have mentioned something about them but decided not to, and looked at her ownexrtemely large hands. Ah being a metis...(imogen)
Elizabeth looks at her questioningly, and all she receives from the slight, but indomitable woman, is a flat stare in return, before she repeats, "I'd like to ask you both t'get off the streets." The woman is clearly not American - her accent is european of a sort. British, maybe."Fer yer own safety, if you would," she says, gesturing in the direction in which Hyde was herding them.
(rox)
Roxy stops, turning her head back as she hears Aodhan. A hand reaches up to run fingers across her forehead. The other hunts for the cellular phone in her pocket. She pulls it out, flipping it open and starts to dial a number.(tax)
Taxi glanced at Imogen and just shook her head. If she didn't want people around she shouldn't have started a brawl in the streets.(eliz)
She allowed herself to be herded, not like she could have overpowered Hyde anyway, conceding the point that he might be right about being detained by the cops. She hadn't done anything wrong but she didn't want to take a chance on anything ruining her record and maybe costing her her RN. "Taxi, have you got a safe place to stay tonight?" Refocusing on the girl and Hyde.(jody)
Jody mummbles out some insults in Dog the best she can. Its funny all the others she grew up thought she was slow, when learning that bastard language just proved she was smarter then they could even comprahend."I am Jody..."
(hyde)
*Hyde notices Taxi's hands and feet and tilts his head. Breathing in though his nose and letting Lizzy talk to Taxi. If she was focoused on the girl she wasn't focoused on Decker rearranging the guys face.Bonous.*
(tax)
"Not really. but I'll be okay, if all else fails I can go back to my friend's apartment." She looked over at Hyde.(tax)
Imogen doesn't follow the herding. If they're leaving, it doesn't matter. And her car is back there, and if she has one more car issue this year, it's going to become a cliché.(eliz)
She nodded, tempted to insist Taxi take some money for a hotel or else crash at her place, but she doesn't want to scare her off. " I think it might be best if we get on out of here then. Not the healthiest environment." She forces a half-smile, not happy with the situation but not really in a position to do more.(hyde)
*He nods to LIzzy and Taxi.* You going to take the El? I could walk you to the platform...
*He doesn't look back. Somone would tell him if they needed a hand. A nod to Taxi when she looks him over closer. It's not hard to guess about Hyde if you knew what to look for*(decker)
Decker doesn't move to stop him. He's controlled, motionless -- seething.But as Aodhan turns to speak to James, turns to go, he interrupts. Quiet as he is, his words slice right through all others.
"One more thing, Fianna." He waits for the other to look at him, and then takes a step forward. They're half an arm's reach from each other now; the eyes of the Fenrir are deadly. "Stay away from Imogen. I don't ask twice."
He had nothing but a hunch. But damned if he wasn't itching for a good excuse. Those hurricane eyes hold Aodhan's for another moment, and then he nods at the car with a jerk of his jaw.
"Now take yer car 'n go. We don't fuckin' want it."
(rox)
On the phone, Roxy fixes her eyes on the Ferrari, reading the plate numbers. "Jasper," a pause, "Hold on a min-- never mind." She clips the cellular phone closed, shoving it back into her pocket. Her arms fold across her chest, watching Aodhan exit in the damaged car.(imo)
Aodhan exits, as do several others, and Imogen heads to her car, keys clanking as she reaches the car door, for the third time to open it and get inside to leave.(james)
dreads shift as his head tilts a bit to catch the grumblesnarled insults
half paying attention to the strange tongue that aaaalllmost seems familiar
yet it's still foreign enough to translate no further than intent's distinct tone
mainly following the progress between Decker and Mr. GQ Fianna"Jamez."
she'll have to forgive the lack of handshake officializing howd'yados
closest she'll get is a hand reversing it's previous downward haul
weight shifting suddenly as Decker dismisses the Fianna
stretching to his feet and taking Jody off the sidewalk with him
soon as he's sure she can balance on her own - the contact breaks
chin tipping back towards her packmate to signal permission to return
striding back to his own crew without much more wasted time(jody)
Jody apperently leaves with Aodhan. ((*shrugs*))(tax)
Taxi sighed and figured after hearing one of them call the guy who got beaten a Fianna she figured it was some sort of garou thing after all. She looked at Hyde again, clearly not moving, watching everyone clear out. "Nice hands, remind me of my own...except I think you've won the worst battle out of most of us." She smiled, at Hyde, showing that she wasn't poking fun at him, just bringing up the similarities as she began to slowly walk away.(hyde)
*After getting Lizzy to the platfom he looks to Taxi when she says that* I bear them with pride. It wasn't my sin.(tax)
She nodded, looking at her feet. "I just figure there is no way to hide them...especially my feet...I just hide what needs to be..tail...and all." She sighed, adjusting her jeans to make sure it wasn't noticable.(decker)
Decker watches the Ferrari until it's gone. Then, coming back, he shoves the gun at Roxy. He's still scowling. "Yer some kinda stupid, tryin' ta steal a Garou's car."(hyde)
*Hyde nods* Yeah... you new round here?
*He jerks his head for her to walk with him back up the block towards DeadlyDecker and FoxyRoxy*(rox)
Roxy takes the gun shoved at her, pulling out the magazine to check the clip, empty. She slams it back inside and tucks the gun away. "Here's the thing, shugah," chin lifting up a notch, "I didn't know he was a Garou until after he caught me."(tax)
Taxi follows him. "Yeah been here two weeks. Pretty new."(james)
back in the proximity of more.... agreeable.... folks of the Nation
James takes a bit of brick as his own personal perch of the moment
shoulder leaning against the rough lines of building's brick wall
digging his pack and Zippo from cargo pocket and lighting one on up
not exactly staring at the lecture that's about to begin
but close enough hear it without a problem
politely adjusting his gaze towards the approaching pair(hyde)
*He nods* Been in germany a while myself but came back pretty recently. You a Gnawer?
*She looked like one anyway*(taxi)
Taxi smiled. "Yeah. I'm a gnawer, yourself?"(hyde)
*He shakes his head* Hyde, Three Fingered. Godi of the Fenrir. Eagles pack.. got somone you should meet.*Walking back up the street he nods up to James* James... Taxi.
*A wave of one of those 3 fingered hands. Tada. Hyde's just finding all sorts of shit latly*
(taxi)
She smiled at Hyde and then looked to James. "Hello James."(decker)
She's giving him attitude now?He wheels on her, his rage bristling like invisible hackles. "Shut up. SHUT up. Don't gimme that righteous bullshit. Not after I jus' broke someone's face fer somethin' you started. You fucked up. You know it. You brought this shit on yerself. I shouldn'a even stepped in on yer behalf, 'cept I cain't stand -- "
He clamps off, suddenly, and turns to go. 'M goin', the terse announcement over the totemphone. A beat later, 'N thanks.
(james)
the dreadlocked Ahroun flashes a friendly, if somewhat crooked, grin
freehand stretched out towards the new Garou as totemphone fills in the details"Jamez Brans'n, Jukebox, Drums-'n'-Skullz, Fos'rn Fullmoon a Eagles, BeeGee Eld'rman." there's a distinctive slur mangling what would otherwise be a clearly New York accent, it probably has something to do with why his grin is so lopsided "Nice a meetcha."
Always a pleasure, sir. if it weren't wholly etherial comminucation across the totemphone, the strangely cavalier quip would surely be followed by a tip of imaginary hat - it doesn't matter what happens between the Eagles themselves, the pack's closed ranks in battle is a different animal altogether, and the Gnawer would always run backup
(hyde)
*Hyde gives a nod up to Decker. He's goin', Hyde wasn't just yet. He had a hunkerin for some waffels, but would watch this thing between James and Taxi first.
Yes.. waffels with bacon... and those eggs that look funny.*(taxi)
"Taxi, Cliath, Half moon bone gnawer...and I like oreos." Plain and simple really...(hyde)
*Hyde grunts and nods. Oreos were good.
He looked to James*(tax)
Taxi grinned. Hell getting out of the apartment had been a good idea. She was actually meeting people who might be able to help her out somehow. She took the hand that he had extended.(james)
"Oh yeh?"funny thing, James seems to be
holding down poor Jody one second
friendly smiles, handshakes and conversation the next
all wrapped up in a dreadlocked raggedyman package"I'll keep that'n mine nex' fam'ly picnic 'n make sure some'r there. If yeh know Hyde, th'n you c'n fine me if y'ev'r need." head tips for confirmation, then the guttermutt pulls his frame off the wall - seems it's time for him to depart, as well "I"ll catch yeh both 'roun'."
(rox)
She's giving him attitude now.He wheels on her, the force of his rage bristling just beneath the surface, rattling at her senses. She doesn't move, or look away, taking everything he says, the words, the shouting with a grain of salt.
Yes, it was her fault.
Yes, she fucked up.
Yes, she accepts it.but... she told him to leave it alone, but Decker didn't.. wouldn't let it slide... stepped in on her behalf. Nostrils flare, a muscle twitches with tension in her jaw line. Teeth clamped down tightly on her own tongue until the coppery taste of blood fills her mouth. Only the slightest gesture of a flinch as her eyes narrow with a small wince, as she watches the Modi leave.
A lesson from Imogen... don't say a fucking word...
(hyde)
*A nod to James and Hyde runs a hand over the shaved top of his head and looks to Taxi* Waffels?(tax)
Taxi grinned. "See you around I'm sure." She hoped. "There's a place open that sells waffles?"[exit james stage left]
Posted by james at June 22, 2005 12:00 AM