July 28, 2005
.07.28.05. - chatters [eagles-andrea-eddie] *ul

[eagles' former warehouse - con't from barking chain follow-up]

(st)
The old factory.
What remains of the Eagles gather in the large area of the first level that once played home to the pack. Remnants of their once rustic Riverfront lifestyle still reside in their former spots, maybe a couch has been rearranged, and the mini-fridge stolen months ago... but there was still some form of seating if one was inclined to.

The bay doors were tossed open to allow for fresh air to seep into the building, or else suffer the putrid stench of the bum. You all think he's picked up on a few new scents since the car ride over. The SUV began to reek of piss, about a block near the factory. The bum still smells like it, even now, as he sits on one of the couches. Knees drawn up and fishing through his coat pockets for a whiskey flask.

Whether someone told her to come or not, Roxanne lingers in the backdrop, she perches on the metal stairwell that leads up to the higher levels, out of the way of a fight, but still in good range to shoot something if she needed to. Andrea was with her, the young girl, slumped up against the Glass Walker, starting to rouse awake.

(hyde)
*Hyde had dropped them off. Then gone to ditch the SUV.. Using a Zippo (( Fire spirits would NUUUUUT for a zippo)) to set it on fire. Gawd it stunk.

He now came tromping back in, having taken the El back*

(james)
the breif brush with fresh air was all too short pleasant company
coming back into the factory and James is already regretting olfactory input
from all the way across the fucking cavernous interior, he could palpably pick up that bum's stench
before he's back at the group proper, you can bet he's got a cigarette lit
something, anything, to help quell that smell

the two gunmen are still unconscious (or braindead)
so best option to keep things moving is zero in on El Stinky One

..... thank Gaia they abandoned that couch long ago, poor thing will never be the same

"Gotta name?"

question's passed with offer of the pack of smokes
meager attempt at putting more smoke into the air than his habit alone supports
(.... they're gonna smell this for WEEKS.....)

(am)
She and Silence arrived together, with his muttering that she got blood on his seats. She will clean it later. He takes a seat, and glowers as usual, and she takes the time to find the remains of their first aid kit. Resist pain still working, she sits on a crate, and goes about sewing up the (self inflicted, of all things!) gashes along her bicep.

Oh god the STENCH. Even her normally expressionless face is skewed to show disgust.

(hyde)
*Hyde walking into the wall of that stench turned and moved around the edges. Reaching a strange mutant hand into his Godi bag.. pulling out some Vics Vapro rub. Opening it he smears a bit on his upper lip and offers it to Am. Nodding and reaching to touch her ouchie with his other hand*

(kemP)
He stopped on the way back for a quick run into the 7-11 and back out again. Opening a sack as soon as he came in the old factory. Out came lysol that was sprayed around. Then he hung a little Christmas tree shaped car air freshener around his neck. "Fuckme." Lifting it to sniff often.

(am)
She nods her thanks, a touch of her pinky smears the Vics on her upper lip. Their sense of smell stronger then most, due to their breed. She doesn't flinch from the touch of her wound, just returns to putting nice, even stitches to pull it together and quell what remains of the bleeding.

(hyde)
(2D10 Dice Roll: 6; 1 )
*He grunts and pokes the ouchie again*
2D10 Dice Roll: 5; 9
*He nods as the wounds close to just ugly nasty bone bruises and then turns to watch the questioning. Putting the vics cap on and tossing it towards Kemp*

(kemp)
Going in a slow circle around the couch, spraying the lysol. If that didn't kill the smell, it might make the bum talk as a form of torture by giving him better smelling air to smell. "Fuckme, I could smell the car two blocks back with my fingers over my damned nose."

(am)
A glance as he pokes her again, hand coming back to....

A narrowed gaze, and then she puts the needle and thread away. The rest will heal in time. A nod - up, of course, and she returns her attention to James and stinkboy.


(kemp)
Snagging the jar of Vics out of the air and searching around until he found a stick-like scrap of wood to stick in the jar to then extend towards the back of the bum and smear it on his clothing. Sorta like doing a ritual of sorts, but not wanting to touch the guy again.

(eddie harris & co/st)
"Eddie Harris," he replies, glancing at the offered pack of smokes. He produces a little bag of beef jerky, extending it in offer to James. "Want one?" reaching out to take a cigarette and set it between his lips. It just sits there, refusing a lighter if one was offered. "So, what kinda trouble I'm in?"

Roxy wrinkles her nose, shaking her head at the stench and turns to look down at Andrea. She waves a hand over to Godi, "Hey, Hyde, think ya can heal her. She's pretty banged up."

Andrea moans softly, head slumped into the crook of Roxanne's shoulder. She was starting to shake, her arms folded across her chest, as Roxy holds her tighter, brushing blood-crusted hair back from Andrea's face.

(hyde)
*Hyde had ment for kemp to put some on hislip under his nose... damn.. now he'd need a new jar. Air spirits liked smelly stuff.. but he wasn't taking ANYthing from that bum.... and Hyde was glad he hadn't touched the guy*
*Hell he hadn't thought of that. He grunts and nods moving over and kneeling by the girl. He was a battle medic at best.
Reaching out he touches the girls head.* I hit the window last time I tried to drive too... *Having rememberdf the bronco last night*
2D10 Dice Roll: 1; 2
2D10 Dice Roll: 2; 2
(...... hyde tripped)

(james)
dreads skitter over his shoulders as head shakes to the jerkey
pack's repocketed and the raggedyman is damned well chain-smoking that fucker this close to... Eddie


"That depen'. How forthcoming yeh g'nna be 'fore I have t' start askin' questions a get th' answers I wan'." speaking slowly enough to be distinct past the slur without sounding patronizing "I wan' you a tell me ev'rything yeh know 'bout that little sitch'ation we jus' lef' on th' street back there."

the bum was there when they arrived
so Eddie knows what kind of damage the Ahroun before him can do when displeased
much less the entirety of gathered pack when focused down on one, smelly, target
at least he's fair enough to give the guy a chance, first

Anyone able to get a reading on Eddie here beyond the intensity of that smell?

(hyde)
to Jukebox: He's ugly...

(james)
..... that's helpful.

(am)
In reply to the question, she shakes her head. No, sorry. While she moves to check on the other POWs. Still out for the count. When she gets to the dead, crispy, kid, she digs around the factory until finding a disgarded sheet of some sort, and covers him up. More for the fact that the kid was here with Roxy, then anything, though he died fighting the Wrym. There is no greater honor.

(st)
Andrea had hit the windshield pretty fucking hard by the nasty goose-egg of a bump on her forehead, where a deep gash resides. Hyde attempts to use his healing gifts on the wounds, but nothing happens, at first... He tries again and some of the wounds, minor cuts and bleeding stops, at least.

Roxy makes a face, nodding her head in thanks to Hyde. "Thanks." Andrea moans again, becoming more conscious of her surroundings, though, she still ached. She blinks, looking around in quiet confusion.

--
Eddie just sits there. His hand falls limply in his pissed-stained lap, little bag of jerky there. He seems to space out for a moment, staring off blankly, until James finished speaking. The bum looks up, swallowing a lump in his throat, "Look I'm just a bum. I'm old an' can't hurt a fly let alone find a pot to piss in," he starts to say, stops to look around at everyone, James thinks Eddie just lost function of his bowel movements again as the wet stains grows and their is a puddle forming on the cushion, dripping to the floor.

"I's hangin' out waitin' for my Sarah to join me. We were goin' to go for take out in the dumpster behind the Chinese place on 5th Ave. I fell alseep on the street. When I woke up, I heard a roar an'a crash. Next thing I know some kid's gone into furry mode and busts out of some car to attack these ijits in a car that was chasing'em." he blinks, thinking, "Some cops were on patrol got caught up in crossfire."

(hyde)
*Hyde gives the girl his best "I'm not going to REALLY eat you" smile and then stands. Turning back to the man. Shaking his head* Nothing is that dirty and smelly with out being tainted...

(roxy)

Andrea pushes herself up, running her hands over the healed forearms, starting to itch. She looks down at her hands, and then her arms, seeming to stare at them blankly. It wasn't long before the girl starts to tremble violently, curling up into a ball. Arms tighten around her legs, rocking back and forth, whimpering and mewling like a pathetic kitten.

(kemp)
"Oh bullshit. You were laying there watching. All ya needed was popcorn and a drink and you'd be all set for the show. People don't just turn up and run over other people, armed with guns to start with and start blowing them away. Gotta do better than that."

(st)
"What's was I suppose to do, kid, go in guns a'blazing to save some assholes dumb enough to shoot a garou?" Eddie sniffs, looking at Kemp. "Ya'll turned to kill a buncha people. What's that mean then?"


(james)
below jumbled mop of dreads, deep umber eyes narrow
in part it's because of the additional smell soaking into their ex-couch
in part it's because apparently, that answer just wasn't good enough
smoke exhales plume towards the bum before ceiling
and Eddie could swear there's a low growl humming underneath it

"Could kill one more righ' nah." low and even "Awful calm f'r bein' startle' 'wake by buncha Garou caught up inna cop shootou'. How long ya been in town, Eddie?"

(kemp)
~Exactly! This fucker is lying!~ His mind already made up. Just didn't add up. Frowning with a look towards Roxy and the girl. "What's a matter with her?"

(st)
"Yeh could kill me. Won't serve ya much, now will it. Ya always kill BG kinfolk?" Eddie rolls his shoulders in a small shrug, ducking his head down, so he doesn't have to look at James. He shrinks back into the couch at the low thrum of the growl hits his ears. "... years.. since I's little."

(st)
Roxy looks away from the conversation, shifting forward to move off the step, and crouch in front of Andrea. She puts her hands on the girl's shoulders, trying to look at Andrea in the eyes. "I'm not sure, Kemp," frowning as she speaks softly, "What's wrong, darlin'?"

Andrea squeezes her eyes shut, wincing in pain, she buries her face in her arm, starting to cry. "Please.. make them stop.. make them go away." Fingers scratch along her arms, fervently, until the skin started to turn red. She continues to rock.

Roxy reaches out to gently touch Andrea's wrists and stop the scratching, "Don't do that, shugah, ya'll make it worse." At that instant, Andrea shrieks out, "Don't touch me!!" throwing her arms up to flail and hit at Roxy, desperate to get away. Roxy releases her, staggering back off the steps in shock. Andrea starts to move, crawling up the steps on all fours, then stops and curls up again.

(kemp)
"Don't have to kill ya man. Just take off a little chunk at a time till we are sure what ya say is truth." Shrugging with a look at Eddie, then Roxy and Andrea had his attention. "What the fuck?" Long legs taking him up the steps to carefully try to hold the girl and keep her from going further up. "Hey, it's ok. Show me what's wrong."

(am)
She's listening to Jukebox and Eddie, making sure the other's are still out cold, when Andrea begins to freak out. She turns and studies her, moving closer so that she can catch the girl if she tries to flee. They didn't go through all this to simply lose her again. Kemp, perhaps she'll listen to you if she knows of your connection to Tristan. It's the only suggestion she has. She's not much of the comforting type.

(st)
Kemp can see Andrea curl up into a tighter ball, her chest heaving, nostrils flared, panting in deep shallow breathes, almost on the verge of hyperventillating. She tucks her head down, eyes squeezed shut and her hands cover her ears, lightly, smacking at her temples. "Getoutgetoutgetout. It won't stop. They won't go away... chattering..." Tears stream down her bloody face, crying harder, continuing to mewl like a frightened animal. "chatterchatterchatter..."

Roxy looks towards the others, making a face as she stands at the bottom of the stairs. "Mental trauma or somethin'? I ain't a shrink."

Andrea's outbursts catch Eddie's attention, he looks up with a small glance, then quickly drops his eyes away to concentrate on something else.

(kemp)
~Good idea."Hey, come on. I'll take care of ya. Ya don't know me. I'm Kemp. Tristan is my best friend in the world. I mean, shit, I'd give him my heart if he needed one. I call him mom." Smiling crookedly. "Stupid as it sounds. He's really the only mom and dad I ever had."

(james)
"Keepin' yeh 'live ain't servin' much, eith'r, as ih stan's." brow cocks in point, and a thumb jerks back over his shoulder towards Andrea mewling by Roxy "Think'is 'pparen' I dunn always kill BG kinfo', but if yeh been'ere yearzzz, I'm won'erin' why yeh dunn cum in'roduce ya'self a th' BeeGee Eld'r wh'n he's 'stablish'd. 'r show up at th' Tribez moots since th'n. 'r make ya'sel' known'iz Fam'ly - like a prop'r raise kin.

Lookit me wh'n I'm talkin' to you."

much as he may regret this later, James takes a step closer
bearing down on the cowering bum
at two and a half feet between - the smell's noxious beyond description
he's a feeling it's about to get worse

"Dunn do me'r th' Tribe much good a have yeh sittin' here pissin' ya'sel' a firs' impressions. Got 'nuff a deal with a th' girl ov'r there. Puts me inna mood a kill a liar. Las' chance 'fore I take th' kid's advice..... tell me who y'are, why yeh watchin' th' fight all chilled, 'n wha' questions ya dunn think th' kid had time a ask yeh 'fore cops cum."


(kemp)
Trying to stop her from beating herself in the head. "Naw man, something's going on here. First the scratching and the THEY and now the chattering. Someone's fucking with her."

(am)
Brows furrow, then, trying not to distract Jukebox from the bum. Going Umbral to see if there's anything fucking with her on that side. Least then it'll tell how much of it might be in her head. Bit of broken glass, bit of concentration, and - barring any objections from those higher up then her (Which, of course, is everyone)... sidestep.

(st)
Eddie mutters, lifting up his eyes to glance up at Jukebox, he takes the cigarette from his mouth, clutching it between his fingers and starts to shred it up. "There's folks around here...yannow, kinfolk that ain't introduced themselves. We don't wanna be bothered by garou, just left alone... don't wanna be dragged into no damn wars, fights, ain't my business. I'm just an old man..." Eddie can hear the girl's screaming, it makes him look away, hunching up his shoulders.

"Heard the call on the barkin' chain. Knew about the kids... found'em in the bronco. The black one was talkin'to me while I tried to explain things to him. He didn't wanna listen, puffed up and got all pissy.." he wets dry cracked lips, "Some guys... men in a car drove up. Don't know who they were, never seen'em before. Said they wanted the kids... black one goes fuzzy... fight breaks out.. cops patrolling show up.." he stammers out, flecks of nicotine covering his hands.

(am 5D10 Dice Roll: 5; 1; 8; 6; 9 )

(james)
the Ahroun's humor dives down a notch lower
..... chatters..... chitters..... something's all too familiar
Take stock of the rats.
it's a wild association, but close enough for the population about the park
though dark, earthen eyes never unlock from Eddie

.... there's nothing that should be said about the way a girl's screaming affects a predator just after battle.

James is ignoring it
just like he's ignoring how uncomfortable he's making a mere kin
in fact... the Adren cracks a slow, crooked smile

"Yeh, folks that dunn wanna get involve' yet cum a the call f'r the kids..... seemz yeh get involve'. Ev'n go up'n talk w'th'm." a pause, breif, to let that sink in - Eddie's still obviously on very thin ice, cause a kin that doesn't get involved in the War won't be missed by those fighting it "What you two talkin' 'bou'? 'n what you know 'bout th' reason she'z cryin...."


(st)
Andrea is too weak to fight with Kemp, he manages to grab stop her from beating her hands against her head. She lunges forward, grabbing the Rotager by the shirt, staring up at him with wide, wide eyes... He can see absolute terror reflected in their brown depths. Andrea starts babbling in Spanish, Sunday School scriptures ranted off on a whim. "LA Llorona! Judas... LA Llorona. We have to leave. We can't stay here. She's coming.. we have to find Tristan. You'll take me to Tristan. Please, Judas..." her head drops against Kemp's chest, crying into his shirt. "They got her.. she's dead. she's gone.."

--

Roxanne grows nervous, reaching behind her to pull out one of her guns. She begins to look around warily, a glance to James and the bum, and then back to Kemp and the girl.

Annemarie slips umbral. She can see the outlines of the factory, where dark matter forms solid walls and others that have a vague transparency. The only spiritual activity she sees is the growing number of rat-spirits. There seems to be nothing hovering around Andrea's head.

(kemP)
Murky green eyes the color of moss on stones and they were just about as wide as Andrea's when she grabbed his shirt and started talking in what he was sure was tongues. "Awfuckme. Judas?" Turning a glaring look on Eddie down there with James. Even he knew what a Judas was and he was getting the feeling they had one with them. "Who got who?" Trying to hold the girl and rock her some to comfort her. Not exactly something any have seen or thought they would see Kemp do.

(st)
"Sometimes... blood is thicker an' water. Ain't first time I've helped a kinfolk out... them kids wouldn't have survived in Southside.. all kinds of critters out there, drug pushers that would kill'em, eat'em..." Eddie mumbles, shifting on the couch, edging way from Jukebox, trying to crawl over the back of the couch. "Don't know what's wrong with her.. accident maybe?"

(am)
She slips umbral with ease, and frowns looking about. Note taken of the growing number of rat spirits of varying sizes and shapes. She doesn't have the godi's ability to speak with them, and thus she simply makes her way closer to where Andrea is on the other side. Numbers growing - all rats from what I can see. Nothing directly bothering Andrea that I can tell.

Second hand relay from Kemp makes brows furrow slightly. Judas is never good.

(st)
Andrea collapses in Kemp's arms, shuddering in heavy convulsions, so pitiful and weak, she could barely keep herself up. Her voice dies to a whisper, "...Molly." sobbing, "Don't you remember, Judas, Molly.. the dreams. The nightmares... we lost her."

(kemp)
Pulling the girl to his lap to rock her. Holding her like a little girl. "No, guess I forgot." Softly whispering with his cheek resting on her forehead. Breath fanning her hair slightly. "Remind me about them? You know how I forget things sometimes."

(st)
Annemarie can see the varying sizes of rat-spirits, growing in numbers, they start to swarm around the area of where Kemp and Andrea stand. None of them daring to go near the space that Eddie and Jukebox inhabit. They turn bright shiny eyes upon Annemarie, twitching their whiskers.

~burn.burn.burn~

(james)
Eddie tries to crawl away over the back of the couch
his route is blocked by the three inch width of metal pipe smacking framing a foot before his face
weapon's rolled by calloused hand and the sharpened railroad spike on the end glitters in the factory's low light
the tattered pillowpaddingfabric covering it does little as fashionable backdrop
the smelly bum is well aware of what damage that weapon can do
POW gunman with nothing left of a face serves as quick reminder should it be needed

"I hope y'r not thinkin' 'bout lyin 'gain, Eddie." the crooked smile seems downright inhuman, Jukebox's patience is wearing thin "Tell me 'bout Jud'is, 'n th' rats, 'n why she's cryin' like that a make yeh squirm....."

(am)
Running commentary is listened too, as she watches, brow furrowed slightly. Rats gathering where Kemp and Andrea are. Wide birth round Jukebox and the bum.She studies where the bum and Jukebox would be, for a long moment, until she feels those eyes on her.

all them eyes on her.

I'm no Godi? but I don't think I like the way these rats are looking at me...

(kemp)
~Huh? Rats where?~Looking around slightly, cradling the girl closer to him. "It's ok, I'm here with ya, remember?"

(st)
Andrea doesn't say another word, cuddling up to Kemp as she just cries, clinging on to him. Roxanne puts the gun away, folding her arms across her chest. She breathes in a deep breath, blinking, and looks away towards the open bay doors.

Loud, metallic noises start to clatter from above the rafters realmside, as Annemarie stands in the Umbra, she can see several of the rat-spirits crossing over to materialize in the realm. ~weaver...weaver...~ Their voices chitter in unison, echoing across her ears...

Realmside, the rat-spirits that crossed over start scurrying around hastily, vague shadowy forms, some of them larger than a small dog. They crawl towards the staircase and the girl, they skitter around the Bone Gnawer and some of the other Garou.

Louder noises rumble from the upper levels of the factory, metal slamming against metal. The stench of the bum becomes drowned out by the smell of smoke. Black smoke that starts in the upper atmosphere... Sniff.sniff. You smell something burning.

Eddie freezes, focusing his attention on the pipe. Upper lip curls slightly into a half-snarl, "Don't know anything about rat-spirits..."

(kemp)
Looking upwards with a confused frown. Nostrils flaring several times with the smell coming from above. "Awfuckme blue and call me sissy girl." ~Something's burning.~Getting up with Andrea in his arms to start down the steps. He wasn't gonna sit there and become no Oscar Mayer weiner.

(james)
Ruhiger, fall back. Kemp, get her out of her. Gunmen, too.
a moment or three passes as James calculates the information
swarms of rats is simply something he doesn't trust
murmuring at the bum's half-snarl reaction

"Then why ain't they comin' near you save t' burn this place down 'roun' our earsssss."

(kemp)
He was going and he wasn't gonna sit the girl down outside to get the gunmen. Fuck that, something would grab the girl just as sure as he was wearing Decker's undies.

(am)
Falling back.

Move to where she went through once already, and pops back realside to see Decker and Hyde grabbing the gunmen POWs, and heading them back out as the smoke gets thicker.

Want Krispy too? If so, she stops and grabs, if not, she gestures for Roxanne to get out, while she hangs back enough to help Jukebox with the bum as needed...


(st)
"James, somethin's burnin'." Roxy's words echoing those of the totem link, despite her lack of its use. She starts to move off with Kemp and Andrea, not bothering to stick around either, she is careful of where she steps, dancing around the rat-spirits.

The chittering grows louder, the smaller, materialized, rat-spirits begins to crawl up Jukebox's legs, the featherlight impressions of tiny claws and fur, brushing over his skin, snagging on the folds of his clothes, until they can perch on his head and shoulders. They are hissing, ~burn.burn.burn. weaver. burn.burn.burn~

Eddie wrinkles up his eyes, he starts to hunch over, wrapping his arms around himself as if he were in pain. "You better run, boy, if you wanna live," he chuckles with a snarling grin.

The old factory works like a oven, containing the heat, raising the temperature rapidly. Licks of flames can be seen at the upper levels of the rafters. The loud, wailing cackle of that feminine voice fills the air, striking a cold chill down the backs of the Eagles.

(kemp)
~Dude, I think that stinky fuck is making this happen or something!~Trying to push Roxy out the door and carry Andrea out before the place burned down. "Move it! Toasty oaty oh's!"

(james)
something's burning
the animal beneath man's flesh cannot be unaware of that
but all in all - James' gaze is still on the bum
even past the maddening sensation of rat spirits making themselves at home

"Who's th' mirr'r wi'ch!"

obviously, it's the entity connected to keening wail sending shivers up his spine
shivers rippling skin to gooseflesh before it's raising hackles of fur
Crinos claw reaching to wrap in Eddie's filthy moomoo collar
dragging the bum out of pain-induced curl to look back at lupine face

seems the Ahroun isn't going to run until he gets that answer

(am)
The body is left, and she is still hovering in the door. There's recognition in that squeeling wail and a silent snarl as she hovers - wanting to step inside and help, wanting to run from the flames. Jukebox - it's her - get out!

She felt the sting of the witches flame, she carried the charred remains back with them. That she counts Jukebox friend evident in the way she lingers...

(kemp)(
~Her? Who her?~"I got the girls, come on!"

(st)
Eddie looks up at the crinos, the expression upon his face a sneering mask, "You heard the girl. LA Llorona... ask the kids. Ask the dead cub. You believe in Urban Legends, Jamey-boy." Eddie manages to run a hand up to his forehead, rubbing at it fiercely.

The rat-spirits start to throw themselves off of crinos shoulders, many of them diving back for the umbra, screeching. ~it comes. runs. it comes. save yourself, 'gnawer. she comes~

The old factory was on fire and it was being fed rapidly, there is an explosion from the upper levels. One of the catwalks breaks free and starts to fall down, sending sparks of metal shrapnel splintering across the ground.

Many of the Eagles are retreating and for a good reason. The cackling wail rises once again to taunt at Jukebox's ears.

(james)
deep umber eyes narrow as instinct kicks in
animal begging flight before the growing inferno
the human shying from unearthly wail piercing fine wolven ears
(.... he won't forget that sound for a long, long, time.....)
and as much as the Gnawer Elder loathes giving up
he lets go of the reeking, sneering bum and bolts for the door

(kemp)
And he was doing one of those things he just couldn't help doing. Despite what it took to juggle the girl and do it. Kemp was pausing just long enough to shake his ass. "Kiss this LA Llorona! Ma ma ma Sharona!" Shaking his ass at the place in general before running out with the girl in his arms and pushing on Roxy.

(am)
Only when she sees Jukebox finally bold for the door, does she step aside/outside the door held for him so that there's no chance of slowing that flight, no matter how much she too wants to run, that scream screeching through her ears...

(decker)
(wait up, shann.)

James lets the bum go... but out of the collapsing wreckage of catwalks and grilles, piping and shingles, comes a grey beast out of myth and horror.

( i'll show you a motherfuckin' urban legend. )

It catches the bum up almost before Jukebox has dropped him, its massive handpaw closing around his shoulder the way a man might clamp a rag doll in his hand. Dragged in the other handpaw by the ankles, head bumping on the ground, is one of the gunmen. All its hackles are up; it's huge, and looks even huger.

The gunman is hurled gracelessly out the door. The bum, and the beast, follow a moment later. Bum's tossed to find his footing the best he can, and before he quite manages, a huge handpaw propels him backwards to slam into the hood of the Tacoma.

"How do you know so much." Silent until now, the Modi's got questions at last. He isn't shouting, but he is loud, lungs the size of forge bellows driving vocal chords too thick to be human. The words are forced out, growls underlying each one. "Why does the bitch always show up when you're around."

(st)
Smaller explosions are erupting, as the flames start to carry down, two more metal catwalks come crashing down.

Jukebox can feel a sudden roar of flame shoot out, the heat skidding along his back as it just singes the tip of his fur and dreadlocked mane. Everyone was outside that needed to be. All Eagles accounted for...

...and the old factory burns.

Silence grabs a hold of the bum, dragging him out of the burning factory. Eddie manages to find his footing, before he is shoved hard, propelled into the hood of the Tacoma. He splatters across it, rolling over onto his stomach. Eddie wheezes and coughs, clawing at the hood to gain his balance. He remains hunched over, one hand tearing off the beanie cap on his forehead.

(....beware the cyclops...)

The only answer that Decker receives is Eddie's raspy laughter. The Eagles can see his clothes writhing, the body mass starts to bulk up, growing bigger, taller. Clothes stretch and rip away under the bulging mass of rippling muscle tissue that begins to reveal itself as Eddie transforms...

He stands up, now a naked giant of rippling muscles tissue built on muscles, in the center of Eddie's forehead was a large, bulbous eyeball that ejects outward.

[con't in i'm ok]

Posted by james at July 28, 2005 12:00 AM