August 13, 2005.08.13.05. - interrogation pt 2 [kemp-annemarie] *ul[forum / ic]
(kemp)
He went with James to see what kind of information, if any, they could get out of the two gunmen. Kemp sat there poking the two unconscious men now and then, waiting for them to either wake up or die. Coming back to check on them between his other duties. Checking in with James when he did come back.Watching two bodies was boring as snot. Pretty soon he was going to have to start doing things like cutting hair, shaving heads, painting toenails and fingernails. Anything he could think of to the two guys just for entertainment purposes while waiting.
(st)
Interrogations.One gunman has passed away into a coma during the wait, the one that suffered from too much damage to the head.
The second gunman appears to be recovering from wounds that were sought to by Roxanne after she called in a favor with a street doctor to come patch this gunman up. The street doctor seems to ask no questions just does his job and tells Roxanne how to care for him until the gunman comes around.
The gunman is awake, handcuffed to a pipe next to a radiator and putting up a resistance when Roxy tried to tend to him. She lets James and Kemp know the idiot is awake and primed for talking.
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Gunman #1-- braindead. Removed from the premises and put out of his misery if the Eagles allowed Roxy to do it.
Gunman #2-- sitting on his ass handcuffed to a water pipe. He has been screaming and yelling since he woke up. He's also been swearing at Roxanne, the entire time she sat their watching him. Straddling a chair with her arms folded over the top, a gun resting in her hand.
(james)
one gunman passed into a coma during the intermission
....... oops.
Eagle promised to teach James compassion, not conservation
and braindeadly useless as the guy may seem
the Gnawer did not allow Roxy to dispose of the soon-to-be body for whatever reasonbe it psychological torture on GM#2, or something else entirely
thus far it's only for the Ahoun to knowbootsteps sound from behind the seated Walker kin
rough palm pats her shoulder in gratitude soon as he's close enough
lanky raggedyman skirting her "throne" and strolling towards the handcuffed man
the length of steel pipe rests casually on the bridge of one shoulder
nine inch spike glittering in the factory's low light
all six feet one inches of him folding to a squat some three feet away
lungful of cigarette smoke exhaled towards their POW"Tha's no way t' speak to a lady."
(kemp)
"Oh man, put a sock in it. Ya keep that up and I'll have to wash your mouth out." Snickers. Sending across the link.
Ya know, he is probably a pawn the stink ass freak sent in to cause shit to happen or maybe that so called preacher dude. Strolling towards the cuffed man with a casual step over the other body.
(annemarie)
She is there as well. Silent intimidation, for all her polished and dyke-ish looks. Long steady strides carry her over the brain-dead man, and she follows her younger packmate across the way. Soon, she's standing behind jukebox and his pipe, taking the stance of a bodyguard, feet shoulder-width apart, arms crossed under the swell of her breasts.Silent.
(st)
The gunmen stops screaming when the Eagles approach, he is looking at them. His face is red, beads of sweat running across his bald head. His eyes dart from person to person, wary, and then towards the body of his friend."What the fuck you all want?"
Roxanne snorts, glancing up to Jukebox with a smile as she felt the clasp on her shoulders. She remains seated, not going anywhere.
(james)
We'll find out soon enough. the words carry a hint of dark humor, even though there's no trace of it on the Gnawer's rugged features Let's hope he's more cooperative.aside from the fact his patience is strung thin due to lack of sleep
James would rather not play automotive baseball with his skull again quite yet - if ever
seconds tick mercilessly by as the Ahroun studies their captive
surely aware of how uncomfortable the shackled position must be
..... healing injuries, unquenched thirst, unknown days of growing hunger
each passing moment must have quite the effect on the man's frame of mind"I wanna play a game."
slow and controlled in contrast to the man's running sweat
the guttermutt goes so far as to offer a lopsided half-smile before carrying on"Th' rules'r simple. F'r ev'ry ques'ion I ask, 'r reques' I make. You provide'n ans'r. If y'r smar', it'll be th' ans'r I wanna hear. Each inadequate response'll resul' in a bruise. Af'r tha', brok'n bones. Wh'n I run outta bones........" oh how that smile flashes deadly "Hopef'lly we won' get there."
a pause allowing the perameters of the situation to sink in
"Nah t' show me yeh un'rstan' the rules, start off by 'pologizin' a my blon' 'ssociate sittin' righ' there. If nah f'r her, yew'd still be a bloody mess."
(am)
A date? Why Kemp, I never knew you cared... A slight smirk, though it should be noted that even with the stress of the situation, the doubled patrols, the time she's putting in to hold the territory for theduration - there's still an ease about her shoulders, a lessoning of tension that only those who know her extremely well would notice.Of course, that simply puts her so much more likely to strike with relaxed ease...
(st)
"Fuck you, Scarface, I ain't apologizin' for shit. The Blond can go fuck herself." A wrong choice of words, despite the situation the Gunman has himself in. His nostrils flare, breathing in and out in heavy pants. His head turns to level cold eyes on Kemp, if the Rotager gets any closer. The Gunman looks ready to kick him.(kemp)
"Dude, he wants ya. And I thought I would get to fuck him first." Snickering again. Giving the man an appraising look. "Could do a few things here since he don't wanna be nice. Feed him his buddy. Cut off his toes, one at a time, feed those to him. Then the fingers. But frankly, I'd let her." Cocking his head towards Ruhiger. "Pull his dick out by the roots and feed that to him." Shrugs, gnawing another piece off the jerky.(james)
"Wrong ans'r."the steel pipe leverages up off the muscular curve of his shoulder
tip arcing smoothly through the air until it lands on an outstretched gunman leg
,,,,,, so much for those thoughts of kicking Kemp
while the spike's still pointing skyward and only the blunt side of the steel may have connected
there's little doubt it was applied with a bit more force than absolutely necessary
the pipe's withdrawn so steadily it's frightening the Gnawer didn't even bat an eye
murmuring though his voice is actually a low, persuasive, growl"'less yew wanna end up like y'r buddy, I advise yeh rec'nsider'n start coop'ratin' fr'm here on ou'."
(gift - persuasion, char+subterfuge = 4d10, 6 diff + 2 extra diff due to battlecar)
4D10 Dice Roll: 1; 7; 9; 10 - 1 sux(am)
She just shakes her head. Wrong answer indeed. A slide of her hand into her pocket and she pulls out - a nail file, of all things. What, you never noticed how nice her manicure is? What else would she do on all those long ass patrols on slow nights?Idly she begins to file her nails, cleaning out what looks suspiciously like blood from underneath them - and her gaze never quite strays away from the man.
(st)
"AAAGH! FUCK, MAN!" He swears out in pain, banging his head back against the wall. His eyes squeeze shut tightly, "Look I don't know shit. I don't know who you guys are. If this is about sleeping with your wife. I never saw the Blond in my life I swear." He rambles out, tears welling up from the pain.(kemp)
"Oh dude, he's a funny man. Don't know nothing about shooting people and shit. Damn, I think he needs another love pat."(james)
the Gnawer has to swallow a chuckle as the gunman's plea reaches closure
interesting how the rambling associations were made in times of desperation
but the amusement, however brief, doesn't show beyond flicker of approval's half-grin"You won' be sleepin' wi' my wife 'less you decide a start breakin' th' rules, 'gain. 'm sure she's been lonely af'r five years'n th' grave." smirked "Nah. Who sen' ya af'r the kids'n th' Bronco. Why w're yeh tryin' a kill'm."
steel pipes hefted back over the frame of his shoulder
dark eyes dropping to the other yet un-attended leg
and back up(kemp)
~Balls dude, I'm telling ya, threaten his dick and buds and he will sell his soul to keep them. Leaning a little closer to lear at the guy. "Ouch man."(james)
In due time, Kemp. Things like this are supposed to get progressively worse.... not get the worst part out of the way first thing. Self-preservation should kick in before I have to bargain like that to get what I want.(st)
"I wasn't trying to kill the kids. We were suppose to fetch them. That's all." The gunman breathes out quickly, flicking his eyes around frantically. He pulls on the handcuffs, trying to sit up straighter.(kemp)
~Aw man, ya can at least say you're gonna smash them.~Maybe showing a side of him they hadn't ever seen. "Fetch them where for who?"(james)
pipe hefts off James' shoulder once again
but instead of repeating the downward arc
it lofts lightly, then falls to smack against his outstretched palmtwice
a brow lifts towards dreads indicating the man forgot part of the question
(st)
The man flinches, turning his face away. "I don't know who sent us. I wasn't told."(james)
the pipe rotates against rough palm
aiming the malicious razor spike downwards, now“Yeh.... dunno who hire’ yeh.” smack. smack. “Y’sure?” smack. smack. smack. “Where yeh takin’m once yeh had’m.”
(st)
Roxanne arches an eyebrow just watching this with amusement. She remains quiet, however.The gunman looks away, keeping his eyes closed. "No. It's a job. We get a call to do a pick up. Some kids and take'em to a shelter. That's it."
(am)
What, he doesn't have Caller ID? And which shelter...Yup, still listening.
(james)
“What.”KR-ACK!
the pipe slams down between the gunman’s legs
spike chipping a good hunk of cement out of the floor on impact
vibration carries through the gunman’s lower extremeties
no doubts how much damage next strike can do if the raggedyman puts his mind to it
and his patience is wearing extremely thin“Shelt’r.”
lips curl back over the Ahroun’s even, white teeth
what could have been a crooked, playful smile is nothing but a hard-edged sneer
pipe leveraged out of the cement and back into the air prepping for next fall“S’rude no’ lookin’ a who’s talkin’ to yeh... an yeh know I dunn tolera’e bein’ rude.” he waits until the man’s eyes lift to his own dark pools, such soft earthen tones barely holding Full Moon’s Rage at bay “Wha’s th’ call’s return numb’r. Code na’e. Sound’ve’iz voice. S’not polite a keep secre’s like this.......”
(kemp)
"Oh man, he missed. Damn, do it again." Shaking his head, speaking to the guy quickly. "Better spill it man before he gets the pipe up again."(st)
The gunman wets his lips, silent for a moment, "Heartstone." He doesn't look up at James, his head remains lowered. The rage of the 'Gnawer, scaring him.
"If you want the number check the fucking cellphone, dammit."(kemp)
"Oh man, he still has balls. Listen to him." Shooting James a pleading look. "Just one? Please? He'll have one left. Don't need him breeding anyway."
(james)
Ring any bells?it’s rhetoric in his packmate’s heads - if it doesn’t now, it will
though they aren’t awarded any sidelong glance with the comment
the Gnawer continuing to staredown now cowering gunman
deep breath huffing out of his lungs in irritation
why do interrogations have to be like pulling blood from bricks?
...... even if... they wouldn’t be interrogations otherwisethe philosophical humor is lost
“Fox.” after the silence, barked word sounds like a gunshot as it’s flung blindly over his shoulder at the sentinel Glass Walker “Be so kind as’a read off th’ recen’ calls ‘til are man here lets yeh know which’z th’ ‘ppropria’e numb’r.”
((YES IT SHOULD RING A BELL. Checked w/ Shann, she says it’s the name of the shelter the Bowen kid was killed in. Had to ask b/c the thread only names it as a women’s shelter, but does not include the name. That info could be easily found by PCs w/o much research.))
(kemp)
~Well duh.~A mental snicker. Yeah it rang bells with him.(st)
This catches the gunman's attention, his head lifts up as Roxy produces a crappy flip phone from her pocket, starting to look through the recent numbers. She begins to read them off, the man doesn't show any signs of recognition to them. He is biting down on his tongue and trying to control his breathing.
(kemp)
He couldn't take it anymore. Leaning in closer to the guy to sniff at him with a wild hungry look in his green eyes. "Betcha taste like chicken. Smell like it."(st)
"Jukebox, I gotta number for a Heartstone's on here. Old call though." Roxanne pipes up at the last minute, eyeing Kemp as she looks up from the phone.
(james)
as the captive’s silence continues, the Ahroun’s patience draws thinner
knuckles paling around the grip fist wraps around deadly length of metal
opposite grip twisting, rotating the curve against his palm
chaffing molded steel against armored callousesbut whatever explosion was about to come is somehow averted
James suddenly remembering that the phone wasn’t found on this particular gunman
and his hand lifts away from metal to some open-palmed gesture of apology
.............. admitting his mistake“When’d yeh get th’ call a go af’r the kids.” dark eyes flick towards the comatose gunman’s prone body “’n he th’ one tha’ handle all th’rrangements?”
(st)
"He handled some of the arrangements. Mario did the rest, we were to meet up with some guy named Eddie. He was going to help us get the kids." The gunman looks up, swinging his eyes over to his comatose partner.(kemp)
"Eddie's dead man." A slow peeling of lips back from teeth to bare them in a fascimily of a smile.(am)
She arches a brow, and flicks a glance toward the body, then back again. Still silent. Damn that has to be unnerving, don't it.(james)
and that? is all the Gnawer needed to know
lanky frame unfolding for a few steps over to the comatose gunman
and right infront of his partner’s eyes - James hefts the pipe and splits his skull like a watermelon
or, well, more like he finishes the job he started when first they met
brains and blood splattering all over the floor and even himself and the cufffed gunman
emotionless as can be the spike’s wiggle-pulled out of the stickly spreading mess“Dust’m.” a glance to AnneMarie “Jump ov’r’n have a chat w’th’iz spook, see if yew c’n fill in th’ blanks.” a glance to Kemp “I’ll keep’r man comp’ny.”
assignments handed out as if he were delegating who was going to set the dinner table later
the guttermutt’s strolling back over to his previous spot as calm-as-can-be
apparently heedless of the gore dripping off his beloved stick as it’s propped back up over a shoulder
free hand digging out his pack of smokes and lighting one up as he sits, cross-legged this time
dark eyes snapping up to the cuffed captive and offering another one of those partial, odd little smiles
(.... it’s fucking cheshire, Jamey-boy, admit it......)
he’s seem downright friendly if it weren’t for that bloodsplatter or festering beast just behind his eyes“So..... wh’t oth’r details w’re yeh ‘bout t’tell me a y’r little ‘ssignmen’?”
(am)
She nods, then, and pulls the small bottle of death dust from her pocket, and kneels by the recently dead. She concentrates a moment, and activates the talen with the touch of her own spirit, before she spreads it across the dead man's chest.A glance at Kemp, and to help with the intimidation factor? She doesn't bother to hide. In fact - she simply grasps a piece of the broken jar, concentrates, and sidesteps.
(kemp)
And he was pulling that little toy mirror from his pocket to concentrate and step over behind Ruhiger with a grin back at the gunman still living. Mouthing. Later.(st)
The death dust is tossed on the body, and the Eagles slip sideways to the spirit of the first gunman floating there. Missing part of his face.The second gunman shrieks, looking away as he begins to shake. "I was told to take the kids to this shelter. All I know."
(kemp)
This was a first for him. He never talked to the dead before. Shit, how did you deal with this? Well he did speak with a spirit once, but that was Carmen and she didn't hate him, she said so herself.(am)
She, of course, cannot speak to the spirit, but she can aid the kid in doing so and lending him the support of one who's at least seen it done. She moves close to the spirit, while speaking across the totemphone. The Spirit is likely frightened. But you can speak with him as with any living being. Try to get the answers needed. I'll do my best to keep him here. We've limited timing, so best to ask before he gathers his wits to be truly angered or terrified.(kemp)
"Oh man, what a mess. Listen, I can help ya if ya just talk to me. I need to know who sent ya after the kids and why and what ya were suppose to do with them." Shrugging with a little smile. "See, we don't got much time if I'm gonna be of any help to ya."(james)
James can’t help but pity the gunman as he cries and turns away... somewhere.... deep down
while the man may have entertained the notion he wasn’t going to get out of this alive anyway
hard pressed he needs further convincing any thought of escape is just a pain-induced hallucination
no captives witness shit like this and live to tell the story, none
and how agonizing it must be for a heart to accept such realized fate“Are. You. Sure.” Adren’s crouched just a foot away, now, low words riding the cresting wave of throttling growl that has no place coming from the body of a normal human being, and maybe it’s the slightest discord in deep umber eyes that gives away the raggedy is precisely anything but that “Th’n tell me all yeh know ‘bout Eddie.”
(st)
The gunman keeps his face turned away, resting his cheek against the wall. His eyes shut he can only hear Jukebox's words. "I know nothing of Eddie. He was some bum. S'all I know."--
Umbralside, the spirit hovers there, blinking in confusion as it watches Kemp and Annemarie.
(am)
Slow down - one question at a time. He's confused. Ask him about the children, about eddie, about the Shelter - but take your time. It comes across as one who teaches, not that she's being condenscending, or telling him what to do. She's there to help, that's all. He's there to lend his voice, and his quick wit.(kemp)
"Dude, you remember Eddie? He set ya up man. Tell me what he told you." It was hard for Kemp to slow down, he had fast forward and super fast.(st)
Umbralside, the spirit shakes his head. "Some bum. S'all I know. Get kids..."(am)
Where was he to take them..
(kemp)
"Ok man, where were ya suppose to take them? Do ya remember?" Trying to slow down and not freak him out more. Really wanting to smack the shit out of the ghost.(st)
The ghost continues to appear confused, staring at them with a blank expression as it floats there. One word echoes from him, "Priest."(james)
there’s a point when one realizes they’re beating a dead horse - or almost-dead gunmen
a predator recognizes prey’s sudden embrace of undeniable defeat
it can be heard, seen, smelled, even tasted from the chemicals wildly shifting beneath flesh
and the Ahroun has reached this very conclusion with the gunman at hand
genuinely believing that there is nothing else to tap from this resourceJames hated the gunman for what his actions were going to do to the children
the primal animal thirsting for obliterating revenge; punishing the man for what he almost did
there is a segment of subterranean humanity realizes the man was only doing a job
.... just like the Gnawer Elderman does his own duty to the Mother
logic dictates there was no personal animosity towards the children as Eddie so fractiously held
it was nothing more than a paid service once all emotions are removedsometimes the worst things come from the best intentions.... isn’t that what they say?
Eagle promised to teach James compassion
perhaps that is why he strikes while the cuffed man’s head is still turned
giving no warning nor apology for the fierce swing of already bloodstained pipe
executing the hobbled man quickly, if not exactly neatly
dark eyes glancing apologetically to Roxy still waiting safely out of splatter’s cast“Keep’n eye ou’” a nod setting dreads swaying on his shoulders indicates he’s about to cross over with the others “I’ll help yeh clean u’h wh’n we ge’ back.”
surface found to aid step slanting across the barrier
quietly lingering just behind his packmates and the spirit
not wanting to interrupt, this is their show this round - he had his fun
watching for now, helping out only if needed
(kemp)
"Ok good job, what is the priest's name?" Awfuck me, this is killing me.(am)
You're doing fine. Ask for the place - see if he comes up with the shelter name.She hovers close, close enough to finish off the spirit if need be, but otherwise just silent support.
(st)
Roxanne looks up towards Jukebox with a small shake of her head. Calloused to the excution, "Go on, shugah, I'll clean up." She waves him off.--
The ghost continues to stare blankly, as if it was hard to hold a rational thought. "Priest." Is all it repeats.
(james)
You’re just fine, Kemp, not everything works out when plowed into. there’s a partial chuckle, here, muted sound of chuffed self-depreciation echoing in their minds Better accept it now else you’ll end up getting reminded the hard way like me. Ask about Heartstone. Maybe it’ll recognize the name easier than coming up with one on it’s own.(kemp)
"Heartstone, that mean anything to you?" Grasping at straws here. "Know where it is?"(st)
The ghost of the gunman shakes his head. Starting to grow transparent before the Eagles's eyes.(kemp)
"Awfuck me. Heartstone don't mean shit to ya? What about the priest? Why he want the kids?"(james)
Don’t worry about it, kid. More than we expected out of that one. thankfully James is positioned behind his packmates, so they do not catch a sheepishly crooked grin flickering across his mouth I’m not surprised they didn’t know details of the job. Probably won’t find out why the Priest wanted these kids specifically until we proposition the man himself. Got enough between them to answer the questions we had.dark eyes strafe towards the flickering spirit
watching it fade from their view and on to a...... nother place
gaze travels back towards his packmates with confirmation’s nod up
they each did well working together tonight, accomplishing the job set forth quick and clean
well.... maybe not so cleanWho’s up f’r relaying what we found? I promised Roxy I’d help her clean up the mess I made in there....
and there is the semi-sheepish grin across the Gnawer’s features
moving to step back across the border between realms(kemp)
"Awfuck me, I can't help but wish I could of read his mind." A shake of his head with a cock of it to Ruhiger, beaconing her after him as he crossed.(am)
She nods, and follows back across, before nodding up to Kemp. You pass it on. I've patrols to run if we're done here.When the nod of dismissal is given, she gathers her things, and makes her way to again accomplish the never ending Omega Patrol Pattern.
[end]
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Decker’s questions for the gunmen from the truck-killing scene:
(decker)
"Fuckin' l'il bane Hyde 'n me caught was babblin' bout her comin' fer tha children too," he chips in.
Then he straightens up a little, sitting on the edge of Roxy's truck-bed. "Naw, no hotels, no outsiders. We'll keep 'er at tha old Eagles warehouse. Want James 'n Kemp ta question these fuckers," he toes one of the passed-out gunmen, "when they wake tha fuck up. Figger out what they have ta do with all this shit. Why they was there, what they wanted, how they related ta Cyclops man 'n l'il cyclops bane." A pause. "Both'a 'em only had one eye." Shrug. "Don't know if that means nothin'.
"Rest'a us is gonna take turns watchin' tha girl in case La Llorona makes another house-call. Tell Tris he kin come see her, but he cain't take 'er home. Annemarie, you got first shift."--------------------
summary of info:
Gunman #2:
They were hired by phone, GM#1 and Mario were the main ones coordinating the deal. Hired by an unknown client for a pick up, coordinating meeting with a bum named Eddie to fetch the three kids and taken them to Heartstone Shelter. That is the shelter the Bowen boy was found killed Bogeybitch style just recently. Number of the caller is in memory of the cell that Roxy pulled from GM#1 upon arrival at warehouse. Number didn’t ring a bell to GM#2, however Roxy found a number for Heartstone in memory, though it was an old call. Roxy still has the phone.Gunman #1
Upon identifying as main coordinator, James finished bashing his head in, AnneMarie deathdusted, and Kemp handled the questioning by himself. Confirm Eddie the bum was supposed to meet them and assist in getting the kids. New info is that kids were to be delivered to a Priest. All they got before ghost faded.Some Priest at Heartstone Shelter?
Posted by james at August 13, 2005 12:00 AM
How’d he know to track these three kids, specifically?
Involvement in Bowen death....?