Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Tyrone seems to know exactally where Gunther lives and let's himlet them into the place.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther follows silently behind Tyrone.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: He has not said a word since leaving the park and headding here.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Slings the door open for Tyrone once they're to his shithole apartment.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: He heads into the place, it looks like he knows the place like a second home. He waits for Gunther to come in and sit down as he stands in the middle of the room his arms crossed.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther slides into the room, closing the door behind him. He slinks to take a feeble seat on the dingy couch peering sheepishly at Tyrone

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: His eyes narrow. "Do you think that is the way to accomplish anything?" he growls out. "Do you wish for us to be found out and out puctures plastered all over the papers for all to see. Let a-fucking-lone, that the police were called in by YOUR threats to someone HALF your sixe." his voice hasn't gone anything above a mild speach but his tone indicates that hs is none to please as it is garsh.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shakes his head "I'm.. sorry.." he blinks back down to the stained carpet just in front of tyrone.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: "you should be considering I amgoing to be talked to by my Sire thanks to all of this. You fucking screwed up." nope do not blame yourself when there is a patsy around. "And I do not keep you around to cary an arsanel your fists can do just as much damage as any knife you can carry to anyone around here. If you are doing something for ME then carry a weapon. And as such your drugs need to be kept at home from here on out."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nods.. saying nothing.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Yes he realizes that he does sell the stuff he doesn't care make life a little more difficult for the ghoul yep that was his job. "I am not going to be kept in the habbit of bailing your ass out of jail."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nods "You ain't gotta do that.. I'll be good.."

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: "Now doen to business." he nods. "I need you to keep your eyes and ears out in Jersey,pick up a few gigs out there beware of any other of our kind, and also others here in the city and report back to me on what you find out."

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((eyes and ears open out in*))

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He nods "I heard that the Nevermore is run by tha anarchs.. you want I should try an snag a gig up there?"

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Huffs exhaling stale air. "I am not too concerned with the Anarchs, it's the OTHERS I am concerned with."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He nods.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: "I ain't know much bout Jersey.. but I'll see what I can dig up"

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: He nods. "Good. One last thing...Jersey is NOT part of the Treaty. They will do damage to you if you are found out. Do not get found out." does he sound like he might actually be displeased if Gunther should be lost to him? or is it that he doesn't want to deal with that mess?

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He nods again "I'll be careful, boss.."

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: He looks indignant. "There is someone else who has offered up some help of the same kind. Play nice with the others."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He flashes a curious gaze "Who?"

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: "There are two. Another Nos and of all fucking people a rose. Just as yourself, they are. I do not know their abilities, but you are responsible for yourself, as they are for themselves." As he says this he moves over to the couch.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nods "You want me to contact em? Come up with a plan afore we head over?"

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: "Yes, I do not wish your home to be known by too many, just in case." he takes out a business card it looks familiar to Gunther, and it should be it is black with read type and on it it reads. M. Dodge with a number. he hands this over to Gunther.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He nods "This tha nos er tha rose?"

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: "Rose," like that should've been a given. He sits down next to Gunther and bites into his wrist and then holds it out for Gunther.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther accepts the offering with a humble lowering of the eyes.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((one sec))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: When Tyrone feels that gunther has had enough he pulls his wrist away and licks his wrist clean and closed. "Contact em soon, when you got somethin touch base." he stands up.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((Okay))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((Killing nick lemme know when you are back))

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther flashes the man a warm smile "Don't worry, boss.. I won't letcha down"

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Peers up at the man sheepishly "Boss.. whatdaya think of Ita..?"

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Sheulders slumped he heads for the door. "Don't." said in that you better not make me look bad on this one voice.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: He stops hand out to the door handle. "She's a fucking whore. Keeping hands to herself. She don't know what it means to be one of us."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He nods, looking down to the carpet. "She comes by a lot.."

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: He turns to look at Gunther a menacing glare on his face as he advances on Gunther. "You brough her here?"

Gunther Kasimir Berg: "I didn't know what she was when I dud.."

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: "I taught you boy how to know." he is getting upset. "You need another lesson." it is not a question as he backhands Gunther.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 9,10,3,4,2,2,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 8,10,6,7,6,

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther doesn't move.. taking his punishment like a man. He looks sincerely sorry.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((First was dex+Brawl, second was Damage +2 for potence))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((Roll soak))

Gunther Kasimir Berg: 6,8,10,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((So you take 4 bashing))

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther is knocked back into the ratty couch upon getting bitchslapped. He pulls himself up letting the blood trickle off his lip without bother. "I'm sorry.. it won't happen again.."

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((And this leaves Gunther stunned)) "Don't you fucking trust that bitch cunt whore she ain't good. She ain't a true vampire." he growls out.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((ahh ok. *G*))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: "You betch your ass boy it won't" he glares at Gunther.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Nods, blinking shamefully down to the carpet

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Continues to glare at Gunther and nods when he is submissive. "Don't fuck up again." he stalks to the door, you know someone just isn't going to live as he slams the door shut behind him.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Once his boss is out Gunther loses the ability to restrain it any longer.. the brutish german cries softly to himself.. feeling worthless and ashamed.

LATER...

"Beth Rawli": *well..look who it is an hour or two before sunrise. no jingling.. but perhaps the smell of dog X2 as she moves with a sleek dobe down the hall to gunther's apartment*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther is slumped over on the couch.. still crying to himself

"Beth Rawli": 2,5,7,1,6,2,

"Beth Rawli": *she's as sneaky as ever.. dogs claws clicking, she pushes the door open and motions for Brutis to go lie down, moving immediately to the german, face crumpling* och.. nae darlin..

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther flicks a mean glare up to the woman "You ain't need ta be here.."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: The man looks worn.. blood trickles down his face from where he'd been hit.. hard.

"Beth Rawli": och fook.. darlin.. *she's on her knees in an instant, hand coming to touch his face* ... gunther darlin.. ah'm sae soorry.. ah'm sae.. sae soory.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He shoves the woman away from him "You ain't listenin.. I said get the fuck outta here.." He gives a snort, looking away from the woman.

"Beth Rawli": *a thump as she falls on her all, looking up at him in shock* Gunther.. . .. but .. ah.. ah was.. yer.. nae aulrecht.. darlin..

"Beth Rawli": *yes.. that made sense, the pikey's mouth is hanging open in morose horror.. she blinks hard..*

"Beth Rawli": *a doberman stirs and makes a low noise of dissapproval.*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He gives another attractive snort "My boss'll take carea me.. He don't want me ta fuck with you no more.."

"Beth Rawli": och.. an thes'll ow ee'll dae et gunther? *she looks at the blood on his lip and shaks her head* nae.. yer a good lad. ye ded everythen ee told ye tae taenecht.. why would ee hurt ye sae?

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Sneers down at the woman "He did this to me.. when I told him you come by all tha time." He looks away "You ain't a true vamp.. Jussa whore.. he said so."

: ((Tyrone is a dead vamp...*L*))

Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((awww.. gunther'd be so sad...))

"Beth Rawli": *angerrrr.. she doesn't seem to care much about the truevamp bullshit.. but.. her hands curl into little fists against the floor, and she bites her lip, shutting her eyes*rubbish... nae darlin.. yer da's jes sae dead ee's forgotten compassion.. forgotten care. *sad brown eyes flick open. pleading* ye dinnae deserve tae be treated sae badly.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He flashes the woman a mean glare "Don't make me tell you again.. Get the fuck outta here.."

"Beth Rawli": *stubborn, a hand reaches out to touch his face again. nibbling her lip at the bruised mass as though she perhaps didn't hear him*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He gives her another shove, a bit harder this time. "Don't fuckin touch me.."

"Beth Rawli": *a soft yelp as she's shoved hard, she wimps* gunther.. please.. yer me friend.. aye?

"Beth Rawli": *she stays where she lands, the dobe growling from its spot across the room*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther sneers down toward the doberman. He reaches into the couch to pull out a throwing knife.. just in case.. since he no longer has one on his person. "It ain't matter what I think.."

"Beth Rawli": nae.. gunther dinnae!... *its a plea of near panic as he pulls a knife on her dog, the doberman rising to its feet at the gesture, all teeth.. she claps to get its attention and yips frantically*.. shh shh.. et does matter wha ye thenk.. yer nae a slave..a n ye dinane deserve tae be smacked aboot sooch.. ets nae recht.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He snorts, keeping an eye on the dog and a gruff hand around the blade "I deserved it.."

"Beth Rawli": *the dobe snarls and plops back on its ass. silent. but its lips still twitch to bare teeth at the genman* fer letten me en yer house? ows tha yer fault.. wha've ye daen wha's wrong wie that? ye've nae telled me secrets.. wha? ee doesnae wan ye tae ave company o whores?

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He gives another snort "He ain't want me in YOUR company.. at's for damn sure.." He glares up at the woman "Why can'tya just get the fuck out.. You WANT to get me killt?"

"Beth Rawli": *big brown eyes slip closed* loves... *its a whisper.. but she can't argue with that. she doesn't want him hurt because the "boss" was a fucking monster. she peirces her lip, recycling blood as her nod starts out small and ends up big, the pikey swallowing* aye.. *she nods* aye than.. *her eyes open and she looks at hi, giving a broken smile* ah'll let ye be than. .. ah'm soory gunther.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He nods and looks back down to the carpet with a bit of an odd look.

"Beth Rawli": 5,9,9,10,9,

"Beth Rawli": *a soft wimp noise as she takes out some semi-frozen stew in a tupperwear type container, moving to the fridge. she sets it in and shuts the door, lloking like a beaten dog. a wavering singsong* gunther.. wha's ye sae scared?

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives another downward sneer.. he's already talked to her too much.. just keep yer mouth shut.. "Gunther ain't scared a nuthin.." He barks out.

"Beth Rawli": *she looks to the floor. her lips are rolled together and she nods* ... aye. *a sigh and she nods again* course nae. .. mm. *she clears he throat and starts kinda putting herself together. nodding again as she gnaws on her lips*. er. ah left ye soome stew. .. dinnae reckon there's enough tae keep ye.. but there's a couple days o et..o least. *she waves a hand, trying for a laugh* heh... an ah kain ye dinnae wan et.. sae dinnae bother saen et. heh. yer stoock wie et.. *her head droops again, shoulders with it. she gives a yip to the dobe, who gets up and trots over*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He keeps his gaze to the dingy carpet.. not knowing what to say to the woman

"Beth Rawli": *she drags her feet, moving with the dog to the door before she murmers in a soft meloncholy singsong* ah'm soory. ah didnae mean tae breng tha bad. *her voice is thick as she pushes the dog out the door in front of her* ah sae sae soory gunther. ah'm gintae gawn noow loves. ye be carefy.. aye?

-> "Beth Rawli": Isn't she just so damn adorable

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He blinks to the floor "Ita.." he mumbles hesitantly "Bein neutral an shit.. you know anything bout jersey hot spots?"

"Beth Rawli": nae darlin. *a choked bitter sort of laugh* an ah'm nae nuetral nae moore. *she nubs her head on the wall, before flashing a smile of sad hilarity* gaw sacked a few weeks agawn..

"Beth Rawli": (damn right she's adorable lurk)

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He gives a gruff nod, not really wanting to ask her about being canned. "Ain't think so.. Thought I'd ask just in case.."

"Beth Rawli": be carefy effen yer messen wie tha sabbies. nae aul o em are good folk. *she nods, head thumping against the wall.. the dog whines from in the hallway, she roll sher head to look at him before she goes, surveying the damage the bastard did to his cheek*...och..

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He gives another sneer "Gunther's always careful.." he turns away from her

"Beth Rawli": good. yer a good felly. *an over animated nod and a swallow as she turns the corner out the door silently, singing "g'necht" quietly before she's making her way down the hallway, dobe clicking behind her*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther curls up on the couch.. to think long and hard about what he's done. ((heh. thanks. is my naptime))